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WooYoung smiled at him and gently pushed San on his back, hovering over him. He brushed the hair out of the boy’s face, cleaning the remaining tears with his thumb and went down to leave short kisses on his forehead and cheeks. San giggled and circled his arms around the blond’s neck, putting him down to kiss him properly. WooYoung sighed, happy to comply.
His hands wandered from San’s neck, down his torso and thighs. He squeezed and pulled them, making San spread his legs and he placed himself between them. San didn’t waste any time to hug him with all his limbs, crushing their bodies together. It felt too good to be able to be this close again. Between all their recent schedules they hadn’t got time to spend alone.
WooYoung thought it was possible that he was responsible for San's insecurities. He’d been neglecting his boyfriend, and he knew the boy could be needy when it came to him. WooYoung was clingy and wanted attention all the time from everyone around him, but San always required his care and touch to keep himself grounded. He wanted WooYoung’s full focus on him. Something he planned to give him all night to make it up to him.
After some gentle kisses, the blond tugged San’s chin down and slid his tongue against the boy’s. San hummed, content, letting him roam around his mouth as he pleased. A shiver going throughout his spine and finishing in his crotch. He craved to feel WooYoung even closer.
“Woo”, he panted, just after the blond left his mouth and buried his face in San’s neck. He tilted his head backwards, serving WooYoung with an appetizing length of soft skin to taste. San curved his back as WooYoung sucked his pulse point and lifted his T-shirt with heavy hands massaging his waist. He helped him getting rid of the clothing and also tugged WooYoung’s T-shirt off. “Woo, need you”, he whined.
“I know, baby. I need you too”, he whispered against San’s skin, “but today let me cherish you as you deserve, okay?”, his lips kissed the boy’s chest, right where his heart was beating loudly. He looked at San’s hooded eyes, waiting for a reply. The boy nodded, biting his lip.
WooYoung smirked and his mouth covered his baby’s torso with open-mouthed kisses, a loud moan making its way out the elder’s throat when the blond took one of his hard nipples between his lips, caressing it with his tongue and sucking it softly. San’s nails stabbed his shoulder blades and his hips rolled up to create some kind of friction. WooYoung hissed at the feeling of their hardness rubbing against each other and kept kissing his way down the boy's body. His teeth scraped against San's hipbone and his hands played with the waistline of the pants, trying to put them down.
“Wait, wait”, he stopped the other, breathless. WooYoung looked at him, confused and worried. “We- this -we’re in YunHo’s bed”, he explained. "And he can come in any second".
The blond sighed, relaxed now that he knew San was okay, but he was surprised his boyfriend had the mind to think about that. His thumbs rubbed San’s sides.
“Don't worry, he'll sleep with YeoSang tonight”, he said, kissing San’s jaw. The boy looked at him and a little smile appeared on his face at the thought of his boyfriend planning everything to be with him for the night.
"Okay, but you'll clean his bed", it was all he said before pulling the blond from the neck to kiss him again. WooYoung smiled against his lips. “Woo”, he gasped, feeling the blond's hips grinding down on his own. WooYoung rested his forehead on the boy’s shoulder and took a deep breath.
"Can I?", he asked and San barely had time to give his approval before WooYoung was yanking his pants and underwear off. San felt the blush growing from the tip of his ears to the base of his neck when his lover’s eyes focused on him. It hardly was the first time he was naked under WooYoung, but his gaze was so full of lust, adoration and love -San quickly lost his composure.
"Stop staring", he squirmed. WooYoung smirked.
"Stop acting so cute then", he kissed his forehead. San pouted, making WooYoung groan at the irresistible sight. "You just make me wanna eat you", he kissed his nose.
"Then do it", San demanded against his mouth. WooYoung looked at him and the boy witnessed his eyes go dark.
The blond slotted their mouths together, his fingers sliding down San’s body until he palmed the boy’s hard member. San moaned loudly at the contact, his hips jolting up in a search for more. WooYoung took him in his hand, slowly pumping, while he mouthed at San’s throat again. He loved taking his time kissing the adorable freckles adorning his boyfriend’s neck, connecting them with a firm tongue; a constellation made just for him to discover.
He sucked a patch of sweet skin a little harder, feeling the vibration of San’s lovely sounds and his dick twitch in his hand. A sudden load of pre-come made the glide of his fist easier, making San’s whines louder. WooYoung was enjoying it too much to be bothered about the other members hearing them.
“What do you want to do, baby?”, he asked, nibbling San’s earlobe. The black-haired boy sighed, playing with the soft hair at the back of WooYoung’s neck.
“Make love to me, Woo”, he murmured; the embarrassment was endearing in his voice.
“Sure, angel”, he kissed the top of his head and got up to search for the lube hiding between the many stuffed animals on San's bed.
Usually, San was the one on charge in bed. WooYoung admitted that he liked it that way, he liked to be taken care of. The blond always enjoyed cuddles, hugs, someone touching him or someone to touch. It wasn't a secret he loved physical affection. Because of that, San got jealous easily, even of their own group members. He would act possessive and it always ended in WooYoung covered in dark marks all over his body, pleasure humming through his veins.
However, this time it wasn't one of his jealous fits. It wasn't hard to see that those thoughts have been eating San up for a long time. WooYoung knew it would take a lot more work to make San feel better, to make him feel wanted again. San was hurt. It may go unnoticed for most people, but San was full of insecurities and WooYoung tried hard to keep them away.
However, this wasn't the time to think about all that, he was going to show San how much he loved him.
He took the bottle and went back to San. He kissed the boy while spreading the warmed lube on his entrance, swallowing San’s soft gasps once he began the slow intrusion. It’s been a long time since they were in this position and WooYoung felt a little self-conscious. San squeezed his free hand, trying to reassure him. The blond smiled. Even though he was the one trying to take care of San, the boy always found the way to look after him instead.
“Okay?”, he asked later. San nodded and WooYoung added another finger, to which San tensed up. WooYoung took his hand and kissed his knuckles to help him relax and then trailed more kisses downwards his body until he reached his crotch.
He knew how to distract him from the discomfort: San loved his blowjobs. He loved how WooYoung would tease him with his tongue, how he would lick and suck the tip and then engulf him completely. He bobbed his head and then gently pushed another finger inside him, finding almost no resistance. WooYoung loved to make him feel good, to make him putty in his hands.
“Love, s-stop”, San panted after a few minutes. “Enough”, he pleaded. His hips were moving on their own, fighting between trying to take those three lubed fingers deeper or trying to follow the sweet warmth of his lover’s mouth. WooYoung obeyed with slow movements. He was pleased seeing his lover breaking apart just from his mouth and fingers, but today it was about what San wanted.
“Are you ready?”, he asked, his swollen lips grazing up and down the boy’s legs. San was already trembling when a dark hickey appeared on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. “Baby?”, he looked up and found the beautiful sight of his boyfriend in a desperate state. His pleading eyes, his puffy lips, his uneven breathing and his hands reaching for him. WooYoung didn’t need any other answer than that.
San helped him getting rid of his sweatpants and boxers, and they somehow managed to kiss in between the hustle. WooYoung tried to pull apart to search for the condom, but San didn't let him go away.
"Love, just a second", he managed to say with his occupied mouth. The boy shook his head.
"Wanna feel you, baby", San whispered.
"Sure?", San nodded with enthusiasm and WooYoung was over him once again. It was rare for them to do it that way, but WooYoung understood San’s needs. They shared a last stare and pressed their foreheads together. WooYoung sighed when he lubed himself, he was too hard just from prepping San. He made eye contact with his boyfriend and pushed slowly. San kissed him to suppress a sob when he felt WooYoung getting inside him. It’s really been a while.
Their laboured breaths mingled together as they waited for the boy to adjust once WooYoung bottomed out. WooYoung caressed San’s cheeks with affection, stroking his soft hair and his thumb followed the strong line of his jaw. Their eyes never left each other, speaking without any words.
WooYoung thrust his hips slow and tentative at first, San's soft gasps breaking the silence. His arms hugged the blond around his back and his heels pressed his butt to feel him deeper. WooYoung hissed but took the silent order to move faster. San moaned quietly against his ear, enjoying the slight burn of the penetration and the brush of the blond’s belly on his cock.
“Woo, kiss me”, his voice begged between pleased hums and his eyes pleaded with unrolled tears; WooYoung couldn't resist him. His hands gripped the sheets next to San's head and his movements became harder while he sucked the boy's tongue into his mouth. San tangled his fingers through blond locks, pulling them slightly at the sudden change of pace. WooYoung groaned and bit his lower lip, making San mewl and push his hips up. The blond felt heat shot through him at the lovely reaction and decided to slide open-mouthed kisses on his neck, wanting to hear more. He nibbled under his ear and San arched his back again. WooYoung smirked, dug his teeth a little harder on the sensitive skin, producing a beautiful loud whimper from him.
“You’re so beautiful, Sannie”, he ran his hands down the boy’s waist and thighs. “I love you so much”, he whispered, kissing over his chest. San whined.
"I love you", his body tried to wrap around WooYoung even more. "Don't- don't leave me".
“I won’t, baby. I won’t”, he assured, placing adoring kisses everywhere he reached.
It was just a little later that San started to keep his mouth busy by biting and mouthing at WooYoung’s shoulder and neck. And the blond knew it was to silence his moans, which were getting louder by every passing second. San was close. And he wasn’t any better. His hand glided over San’s body until he took his member again, helping him reach his high. The boy’s teeth and nails surely left some deep marks on his skin at the action.
“Woo, wanna feel you”, San whined against his mouth before kissing him. WooYoung didn’t need another word to know what he meant. He bit San’s lip and then pull apart to lift himself up so he could grip the boy’s hip and make his thrusts harder. Just a few movements were needed for WooYoung to open his mouth in a silent moan and his hips stuttered as he came deep inside San. The boy trembled and hummed at the comforting feeling, sighing. WooYoung didn't take any time to recover and between his hand jerking him fast and his hips still moving languidly, San followed him just a bit afterwards.
WooYoung shushed him with soft caresses and kissed his forehead while San shivered and whimpered in his arms. Once both of them calmed down, the blond pull out of San making them hiss at the feeling. He was quick to take a few tissues from the bedside table and cleaned them as good as he could.
“Baby, I’m going to bring a towel, okay? I’ll be right back”, he promised San with a kiss on the cheek and he let him go with reluctance. He put on his sweatpants and T-shirt, tried to fix his hair and went out of the room quietly to the bathroom. He cleaned himself and made himself look more decent. Then took a hand-towel, wetted it a little and decided to make a run to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water. He tensed when he saw YeoSang sitting there, drinking something. The fair-haired looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“I- water. I just came for a bottle”, he explained. YeoSang chuckled.
“I see everything’s okay now”, his friend stated with a teasing smile and pointed at his neck. WooYoung blushed and rubbed his neck nervously.
“I think so”, he said, taking a bottle from the fridge. “I’ll tell you later”, he promised at YeoSang’s confused expression. “Well, good night Sanggie”.
YeoSang just shook his head at his friend and sighed.
WooYoung entered the room to find San almost falling asleep. The boy pouted when he saw him and whined about WooYoung taking too long. He apologized and started to clean his boyfriend with the towel, San quieting down his complains and feeling suddenly shy. He felt too exposed having WooYoung taking care of him like that. Once the blond was done, he threw the cloth on the bed and gave San the water to drink while he searched for his pants. Then, he helped his boyfriend to put them on, leaving sweet kisses on his legs, thighs and belly. San’s blush was precious.
“Let’s go up to your bed, I’ll put YunHo’s sheets to wash tomorrow morning”, he said and San agreed. He helped San stand up and held him with a firm grip on his waist. San looked at him and his arms wrapped around the blond’s neck to pull him on a kiss. WooYoung hummed, kissing him back and squeezed him to his body. San sighed and pulled away softly. "Can you climb up?”, WooYoung asked and San nodded.
It was kind of hard to make room for the two in the small bed full on plushies, but it wasn’t the first time they made it work. Although it was WooYoung who was in San’s arms most of the time, that night it was San’s turn to find comfort in the blond’s hug. He rested his head on WooYoung’s chest and circled his arm around his waist. WooYoung played with his hair and rubbed his back up and down.
“Are you okay?”, he asked once they were set.
“Yeah. It’s- I was in my head too much lately, sorry”, he sighed. WooYoung cupped his cheek and made the boy look at him.
“Baby, don’t be sorry. I know we didn’t have much time together lately, but please don’t ever think that way again, okay? I love you”, he stroked San’s cheek. “And you’re precious to me”, he left a soft kiss on his lips.
The taste of San’s smile was sweet. And it was all he ever needed.