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He’s going to be late for class.
He’s always late for fucking class on Wednesdays because it’s at seven in the morning- Why he signed up for a seven AM class was beyond him. He was up late every night anyway, so waking up early was not on San’s list of things he was good at.
Don’t get him wrong- He had been good at it, once upon a time. He had been an early sleeper, early riser. Maybe that was why he’d applied for such an early class, before. Before he’d become addicted to a certain camboy, before he found Youngie.
Mingi had shown him to him. He’d shared a few screen grabs from a porno he was watching so San investigated, only for it to be someone masturbating live, pixelated but oh so adorable. That pretty boy with the freckle on his lip had kept San up at all hours of the night, just so he could catch his streams. He’d be lucky if he got an email notification- They weren’t very reliable so he’d usually keep the camming website up on his laptop around the time Youngie_Fox usually went live, or his phone if he wasn’t too busy.
It wasn’t some high production video, so maybe that was what had kept San so interested. Kept him refreshing the page with his shitty college campus wifi in his shitty college campus dorm room. So San spent a lot of time at night, waiting for him. He’d even send donations, sometimes- Nothing much, just whatever he could, just to get his attention.
“Thank you for the three d- mnn-”
Cheek pressed to his bed, propped phone slipping a little as he tried to fuck himself with whatever rainbow colored toy he’d opted for that stream. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to get his morning coffee, but Youngie_fox had looked at the camera, big brown eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he had to try and read whatever it was San had written. That was worth it. It was usually something plain, something mild, because he knew there was enough vile shit in the comments that Youngie_Fox didn’t want to have to read out loud.
“I look so pretty, you just want to hold me?” Youngie_Fox had smiled, hiding his face in the blankets before turning his gaze back up, rolling up to sit on the toy and bounce himself off of it. “Want that too- want your hands all over me, baby- Shit- ” He’d started to lose it a little, letting go of the toy to rock down on it, his hands tugging down on the thin material of his shirt before he yanked it back up so his audience could see his cock bobbing between his thighs. “Nn- More? What- Don’t call my cock pretty- ” He’d started tearing up, struggling to read the donation San had sent as he tried to get himself over the edge. San had spent even more just to send him that message but it had been so worth the extra five dollars, seeing him get close enough to the camera to read the message and tear up where he could see him. “Fuck me harder-” His whole body shook and San was fairly certain the poor guy was ready to cum all over his sheets, so he worked himself over the edge as well, making a mess of his sweatpants.
“...fuck…” He had to be quiet, because his roommate was asleep, but he’d managed to keep himself from waking him up, keeping as silent as he could as he bucked into his own fist.
“God… I need to actually get fucked. Any takers?” Youngie_Fox had always been quick at recovery, cumming until he was shaking and he was back to his normal self after a few moments, meanwhile San was wiping cum off his hands so he could send another donation, screen smearing with semen but he had to reply .
I’ll fuck you please baby i’ll treat you so well
“Aww… You’d all let me bounce off your dicks? How generous.” Youngie_Fox had giggled at his donation and the others that slowly flooded in, making him smile and blush at the devoted fans he seemed to have. “Pay me a hundred dollars and I’ll think about it.” He’d grinned at the camera, cattish, and San sighed, watching a couple hundred dollars get thrown his way- But San couldn’t spare that much. He had about twenty six dollars in his account and a few bucks from his tips- and he’d already spent almost half of that on donations. So he was forced to watch Youngie_Fox promise three different donors he’d ride them so well , he’d suck them so good , he’d let them fuck him into his mattress and make him cry-
He’d usually have to turn it off, when he acted like that. It made him angry , and he knew he had no right.
Youngie_Fox wasn’t his, and he really shouldn’t have been thinking like he was. He just… couldn’t help it. He wanted that boy so bad .
San had gotten so worried, when Youngie_Fox hadn’t gone live or posted on his instagram in over a month. He had a lot of concerned commenters on his most recent post, which had been around the last time he’d streamed. And when he got an email notification in the middle of the night he just so happened to see, he panicked, dropping the project he’d needed to finish just to click the link and see his sweet little fox again. But he was off. Something was off.
“Thank you- I- Sorry I was gone for so long…” He was sitting a little further from the camera than he ever had, a worn looking vibrator in his hand San had seen before. Then he heard him sniffle, quiet, the microphone hardly picked it up, but he heard it. He sent a donation immediately. Just a dollar, he was tight on money, that week.
What’s the matter, baby?
“...Nothing! Don’t be nosy, just pull your dick out like I know you want to .” He’d pushed the vibe under his cock and whined, thighs squeezing together before he forced them open again, plopping onto his side on a pile of mismatched pillows. He sent another dono, praying he’d see it. “... don’t try and make me feel better, you don’t even know what happened. And- Nothing happened!” He whined and turned the speed up, hips bucking, back arched off the bed for a second before he turned the power down and whined again.
But the worried donations were plentiful, badgering him with questions until he turned the toy off and sat up, pushing his sweater down over his leaking erection. Still pretty, as always. But he looked pissed .
“My stupid fucking boyfriend broke up with me. Are you happy, now?” Youngie_Fox sat there for a second, reading the slow moving donation box, along with trying to catch the rapid flashes of his comment section. “He f… He didn’t like that I did this, so he told me to stop but- He just- He wasn’t very nice about it, that’s all.” He’d slumped a little, and San sent another donation, hoping it’d be well received.
You don’t deserve that.
And then another.
You’re so pretty, baby. Fuck what he said.
“...thanks.” He shifted uncomfortably before slinking back over to his vibrator. San was angry, if he had to be honest. Someone had made his Youngie cry and there was not a single fucking thing he could do about it. He could just watch and send him one dollar donations to try and bring his smile back- It didn’t work, but he seemed like he’d felt better, by the end of the stream. It could have just been the post orgasm haze, but he’d gotten close to the screen after he was done, cheeks and nose bright pink. “Thank you, for what you said. Made me feel better, a little.” San was grinning from ear to ear, cum in his palm since he’d tried to time his orgasm with Youngie’s, like he usually did. “Don’t get cocky, now.” Wooyoung cracked a little smile and San rolled around in his bed like a schoolgirl, hugging his phone to his chest once Youngie_Fox went offline.
“Man, can you stop moving around so much? Your fuckin’ bed is loud.”
“Sorry.”
San wasn’t a partier. Never went to any parties in his college years, not a single one.
So, why he was standing outside a frat house on Halloween, he didn’t know.
He didn’t even have a costume on. He didn’t recall how he’d gotten here.
Maybe he was drunk, already. Probably .
He made his way into a house that was too brightly lit, too packed with costumed bodies, the blur of their figures grinding together making his fucking brain hurt. He tried not to pay attention to them, because he was just looking for anybody familiar.
Mingi wasn’t here, Hongjoong definitely wasn’t here. He hadn’t even met Seonghwa, yet.
Rabbit ears snatched his attention.
They were bobbing through the crowd, and he followed them, shouldering his way through half naked girls and guys with their nipples on full display. The rabbit disappeared, ears dropping down into the crowd as if whoever had been wearing them had fallen through the floor. And when he made his way there, he noticed it was probably because they had. There was a set of stairs, steep, descending into the basement of this alpha sigma beta whatever the fuck frat this house belonged to. The staircase was a tight spiral, and that felt weird, but maybe the house was old. Maybe. He followed it down, and it felt like it took forever- How drunk was he? High, maybe. He’d done acid, once. Maybe this was that.
“... lo? ” San flinched at the voice he heard and looked around, stepping down onto black and white checked tile, a chill washing over his entire body, like he’d been cuddled up in bed and somebody had torn all the blankets off.
“Hello?” San echoed the call, taking a few steps forward, the basement sprawling. He wondered if it was possible to have a basement of this size. He couldn’t see where the walls began, that's how much space there was. It was like it was endless… And then he heard skittering. “Are you the- Rabbit ?” He whipped around, facing the direction he’d come in from, noting that the stairs were gone. He had to have done drugs of some kind.
“Why’d you follow me?” San would recognize that honeyed voice anywhere. Wooyoung poked his head out from where he’d hidden under thick shadows, chocolate colored bunny ears straight up over his head, attentive. They blended perfectly with the tone of his hair and San felt his heart rate increase.
“...why are you hiding down here, honey?” San asked, watching him slink closer. “What’re you… wearing.” San stared at the outfit he was wearing, the same type of outfit he’d worn in his magazine shoot. But it was lined with fluffy brown fur, its color deep and rich. It matched his hair. Matched his ears. There were patches of blonde fluff on his belly, and San wanted so badly to reach out and touch it.
“It’s my costume. You picked it, remember?” Wooyoung pulled at the fluff at his hips, pale yellow splotches blending in with the chocolate that took up the majority of his fur.
“Did I?” San huffed, and Wooyoung nodded, shuffling even closer. “But why- Do you even go to this school?” San felt hands on his chest and flinched, watching Wooyoung’s ears fall back- “Oh, fuck! Those are real?” San stared down at him and watched Wooyoung shrink back a little. “No, I- They’re cute.” San felt heat in his gut and reached out, running his fingers down his long, flopped ears. They really were real , and Wooyoung hummed, moving up on his tiptoes to push against his scratching fingers. This Wooyoung was… smaller? Shorter? Everything about him seemed smaller than San ever recalled. He was at least a full foot shorter than San.
“The tail, too-” Wooyoung turned a little to expose his back, twisted a bit but San watched his little blonde tail wriggle and he couldn’t stop staring. “I’m your bunny, like you wanted.” Wooyoung smiled and San reached out, fingers pushing through the fluff that feathered out up his back, just a few inches past the tail. It was some kind of special effects makeup, had to be. “Nn-” Wooyoung’s moan at his touch made San shudder.
“You’re my bunny?” San asked, and Wooyoung nodded, his ears shaking a little when San pulled on his tail as gently as possible. San felt the tail twitch under his grasp and realized it was really real. “...Just mine?”
“Yeah, your bunny. Just yours.” San smiled and tried to pull him in, but Wooyoung stepped away, ears popping right back up, back to attention. They weren’t alone, anymore. It was like they’d gone back upstairs, bodies all over them. “Unless you didn’t want me to be just yours.” Wooyoung’s voice came from everywhere and nowhere all at once and San whipped around to try and find him, spinning uselessly. All the colors were blending together and he was really starting to think he was high off his ass. He felt like he was in some horny alice in wonderland reboot. Except he was alice and the white rabbit was making moves on him. He very much didn’t like that Wooyoung had disappeared, however.
“No, you’re mine - Come back here!” San called out for him uselessly, spotting him to his left, jammed between two faceless male bodies and he felt angry. “ Jung Wooyoung-” He spun again, and someone had their arms around him, but he looked distressed. Like a rabbit caught in a trap, eyes wide with worry- And then he was gone again. “Wooyoung! Stop- Moving!” He felt like his legs were cemented to their spot and all he could do was twist around uselessly. Hands were tugging at Wooyoung’s fur and he cried out. San couldn’t handle it anymore. “Get over here, now!” This dream was turning into a nightmare.
“Sorry-” Wooyoung was pressed against his chest instantly, somehow, costume gone, ears flat back as he held onto San as tight as he could.
“Don’t be- Just- Don’t let me go.” San kept his arms around him and Wooyoung buried his face in San’s neck, making some kind of noise San realized was purring . It lulled him, almost, relaxing him until he was calm enough to move himself, taking Wooyoung with him. The purring made his face red, made his heart swell. “You’re happy?” San wondered, letting Wooyoung settle down onto the bed they’d found. San realized momentarily it was the bed from Wooyoung’s streams, the first ones he’d ever done. The ones that made San fall in love with him the first time.
“Safe, here. With you.” Wooyoung purred, and San kept his arms around him, reaching up to stroke the ears on his head, his other hand inching closer to the patch of fur surrounding his pretty little tail. His fingertips brushed through brown fluff. “It’s sensitive, don’t touch it-” Wooyoung warned, his hands sliding all over San’s chest, up over his shoulders.
“Is it? How sensitive?” San wondered. It made no sense, why would a tail be sensitive? But it also made no sense that Wooyoung had real rabbit ears and a real bunny tail, so he took the details with a grain of salt. This drug induced hallucination was a hot one, and he couldn't let reality get in his way.
“It’s embarrassing-” Wooyoung pouted, and San grabbed it, hearing him gasp right in his ear and San’s whole body shook at the sound. “No, please -” San rubbed his palm against it, rough skin dragging over the softest ball of fluff in the world and Wooyoung cried out again, trying to scramble onto San’s lap. “At least put it in, if you’re gonna do this-” Wooyoung hiccupped and San laid back, letting Wooyoung turn in his lap so he could get a better look at his pretty little tail. It wiggled a little with Wooyoung’s excitement and he wanted to explode at how cute that was. San realized he was also fully nude, somehow. He didn’t recall removing his clothes. He wondered how long he’d been like that.
“Sit on it, then.” San nodded and Wooyoung simply did as he was told, reaching down to take San’s erect cock in his palm. The touch made San’s stomach clench, made even worse when he slipped down over him, hole already drenched and sticky, stretched and ready for him. “You’re so hot inside-” San whined, and Wooyoung bounced his hips, ears twitching over his head. It really was so hot , San felt like he was melting. Everything was so intense so suddenly and he bucked his hips, reaching to grab the tail and rip a pretty moan from his bunny.
“...love you so much-” Wooyoung’s voice sounded further away than it had before, but San didn’t think much of it. He reached for his ears, gathering them in his fist, tugging his head back. “Ah! Ahhh, there-” San’s fist tightened around the plush ears, around the softness of his tail.
“My little bunny rabbit- So good at riding cock-” San huffed, dropping the hand on his ears, letting his head go to grab his ankle instead. “...huh?” San’s fingers dug into more fluff and he looked down. Either Wooyoung’s socks were way more hyper realistic than he remembered, or he had fluffy little paws with soft pink pads and San freaked out, just a little.
“...all I ever need is this fat cock and I’ll be set for life-” Wooyoung muttered, ass plopping down over his hips, San’s fist still wrapped around his tail to keep yanking on him. “....nngh- so cute when you whine like that, Sannah-” San was confused, because he didn’t think he’d made a sound, too invested in his fluffy feet to do anything else- But he looked down and his socks were normal again, they didn’t even have paw pads- just normal white socks, the ones he liked to wear to bed and lose somewhere under the blankets when he got sick of them. “... m’gonna cum before you even wake up-” San reached back up for his tail but it was gone, fingers sliding over his lower back, an unhappy whine leaving his lips as he bucked his hips up, chasing the hot, tight sensation around his cock. At least the hot, tight, sticky hole hadn’t changed at all.
“... tail’s gone …” San whined, and Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, dropping his hips down to halt and made a face at his boyfriend, blinking slowly, half awake. “An’ the ears…” Wooyoung looked different, more soft, sleepy. Back to his normal size. He also looked like he’d just woken up.
“Tail?” Wooyoung scoffed, and San nodded, brows knit together, tears welling in his eyes. “ Oh my-” An endeared smile was growing on Wooyoung’s face but San couldn’t even pick up on it, too concerned about Wooyoung’s loss of bunny features.
“S’gone- What happened to it- ” San whimpered and pushed his palm over his lower back as if that’d make his tail come back.
“Sannah, I don't have a tail.” Wooyoung chuckled, sighing a little as he pulled off his cock to turn, letting San push down on his hips just to get surrounded by his heat all over again. He had his palms pressed to San’s tummy for balance.
“You did , an’ ears-” San huffed, reaching up, fingers pushing through his hair, feeling for the ears he’d been tugging on. His eyes looked glassy, and Wooyoung smirked, realizing he’d probably been dreaming about him. He’d never seen San look so fragile , so he decided rather than tease him, he’d play into his little dreamy delusion.
“Yeah? What else, baby?” Wooyoung leaned down and moved his hips again, feeling San buck his hips unevenly and tighten his hands on his waist. "Did I have fluffy lil' paws, too?" Wooyoung teased, leaning down, bumping noses with San, watching him nod. "Oh honey… are you so sad about it?" Wooyoung bit his lip to hide his smile and watched San nod again, pouting, and Wooyoung felt his heart swell and practically explode over the face his boyfriend was making.
"Lost my rabbit…" San sniffled, his breath faltering into a moan when Wooyoung bounced his hips, taking back the pace he’d stolen when San was sleeping. He’d woken up to San grinding on his ass in his sleep and decided it was his turn to have some fun. Dawn had just barely broken, pale blue light filtering through their curtains.
“M’right here, though.” Wooyoung reached back to pull San’s hand around to his ass, and he got the picture, trying his best to grip him and force his hips down as he bucked his own up. Even if he wasn’t sure if he was awake or asleep, he knew one thing- He felt really fucking good. Wooyoung was riding him perfectly and he couldn’t give that up, no matter how sad he was over the loss of fluff.
“Bein’ inside you feels s’good, Youngie… ” San drooled, thighs shaking as he pushed his knees up, heels digging into the bed. Wooyoung smirked, still chewing his lip because half asleep San was one of the most adorable things he’d ever seen. “M’sorry about your shitty ex- He didn’t deserve to fuck you like this…” Wooyoung blinked and faltered, watching San’s focus zero in on his cock and the way it was slipping inside him. “N’ I didn’t donate the hundred, but, you lemme fuck you anyway-” San bounced him off his hips and Wooyoung tried to piece together exactly what this man had been dreaming about. He was also in shock at how hard San was fucking him, making Wooyoung’s whole body ripple with pleasure. He’d really not been expecting that. “You’re so nice to me, letting me fuck you.” San had tears on his lashes and Wooyoung bent down, cupping San’s cheeks in his palms.
“That’s cuz’ you’re my boyfriend, baby.” Wooyoung whispered, their lips brushing together, and San gasped, eyes half lidded, still glassy.
“Really? I can be?” San slurred, and Wooyoung wrinkled his nose, plopping his forehead onto San’s shoulder when the other man picked up his pace. Uneven, greedy, hard .
“Course, Sannah. You’re the only boyfriend I ever want.” Wooyoung smiled and looked up at him again, watching the tears slip down the sides of San’s face.
“I’ll be so good to you, Youngie, I promise- Oh, shit-” San’s hips stuttered and his face twisted, watching the way his fingers dug into Wooyoung’s bare hips while he fucked harshly up into his heat. “So good, so good-” San’s voice rose in pitch and Wooyoung smirked, railing himself down onto him when San couldn’t keep up with what he wanted.
It only took a few rough movement’s for San’s eyes to roll back, lip bitten between his teeth before he let his head plop back onto the pillows. He was babbling nonsense, slurred vowels and consonants Wooyoung couldn’t put together. He was also enjoying some unchecked moans- whiny, throaty noises Wooyoung wasn’t sure he’d ever heard before, and it made him wonder if San was holding himself back a lot of the time.
“Such a needy boy.” Wooyoung purred, lips tucked against San’s cheek, his fingers gripping the pillows beneath his head as he felt himself get closer to his own release. He’d faltered a bit when San had woken up- Or not woken. He really wasn’t sure what was going on, on San’s end. His hips had stopped moving, but He was still whimpering for him, fingers digging pathetically into Wooyoung’s thighs. “Shit- Daddy-” Wooyoung ended up tucking his face into San’s neck completely, reaching between the two of them to jerk himself over the edge, pleasure numbing the achiness in his thighs. He heard San whine when he spasmed around him, struggling to keep up his movements but he had to ride it out, because clearly San wasn’t about to sense his struggle and help . “ Nnn -” Wooyoung shuddered and ground to a halt, plopping his sticky hand beside him once he’d had enough.
“Mnn…” San moaned, voice still whiny when Wooyoung slipped off of him, falling to the side. San rolled to follow him, but his eyes were half lidded, fingers slipping off Wooyoung’s skin when he rolled out of range.
“...sleepy, Sannah?” Woo smiled and watched San nod, his eyes falling all the way closed and Wooyoung rolled away, hurrying to creep out of bed so he could go clean himself up and return unnoticed. And when he did come back, he slipped right back to sleep, curled up in San’s arms once he’d settled himself between them.
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“Sannah, did you have any dreams , last night?” Wooyoung wasn’t waiting long to find out more about San’s dream, his half-asleep, not-really-awake comments making Wooyoung oh so curious.
“...I dreamed about college.” San’s cheeks turned a little more red as he sipped his coffee, glasses sliding down his nose bridge as he looked up from his laptop screen. San worked a lot , something Wooyoung had learned to live with. Since San didn’t mind Wooyoung’s interruptions, it made Wooyoung feel less guilty about the casual way he tended to bug him.
“Oh, yeah? What about?” Wooyoung raised his brows and lifted his own mug to his lips with both hands, nuzzling the heat coming from his tea just to warm his nose.
“Well I- Why , did I say something?” San set his cup down, pushing his laptop halfway closed so Wooyoung knew he was paying attention to him and not whatever email Yunho had sent him.
“...Yeah, lots of things.” Wooyoung smirked behind his cup and San turned redder, half recalling his dream from the previous night. He remembered fucking Wooyoung in it, and he’d woken up with a weird sticky mess on his dick and lower stomach and just assumed he’d come in his pants like some kind of teenager. But the way Wooyoung was sitting up on his kitchen counter, kicking his feet, giggling at him, smirking-
“What’d you do last night, Youngah?” San felt a smile growing on his lips and Wooyoung shrugged, sipping his drink before replying.
“ You started it.” Wooyoung grinned, eyes squinted playfully and San got up, catching Wooyoung before he could squirm off the counter. “Somebody woke me up by shoving his boner against my ass, so I just used what was supplied !” Wooyoung squeezed his thighs together to keep San’s hips a reasonable distance from his own. Having sex three times in an eight hour span felt a little excessive.
“So that sex was real, then?” San smiled, holding his waist, leaning to nose against his cheek to try and coax his boyfriend into a kiss.
“Yeah- Not the bunny ears or the tail- Or the paws .” Wooyoung teased, and San paled a little.
“How would you know-”
“I said you talked a lot, Sannah.”
Wooyoung watched San falter and get even more red. “But, what I’m curious about… You brought up a shitty ex of mine.” Wooyoung nodded, knowing full well what he’d been talking about, but
how
he knew that, Wooyoung wasn’t sure. San’s demeanor relaxed back to
less
embarrassed, though he was still pink in the face.
“...the guy that broke up with you because you were camming?” San asked, brows furrowed. He backed off a little to look at him, Wooyoung setting his cup to the side.
“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d told you about that.” Wooyoung finally parted his legs for San, hugging around his neck, melting into him when San’s arms tightened around his torso. He kept it PG, nothing but a sweet embrace and Wooyoung smiled into his shirt collar. He smelled like laundry and coffee, and the leftover cologne that somehow clung to him even after a shower and a change of clothes. Maybe San just smelled that good naturally .
“Well… you did technically tell me, a long time ago. When it happened.” San kept his voice low and Wooyoung’s eyes widened.
“...on stream I talked about it?” Wooyoung leaned back a little and watched San nod. “Oh. I mean… it’s fine that you know. I just… forgot about that. You remembered that?” Wooyoung asked in disbelief, and San shrugged.
“Some part of my brain did. It’s not something I’ve thought about recently, but I was there for that. I remember- I kept donating compliments because they made you feel better, I could tell.” San smiled and Wooyoung just stared up at him, blinking, heart thundering in his chest. “I only had enough for like… three dollar donos. It’s embarrassing to even think about how obsessed -”
Wooyoung cut him off, had his cheeks pressed between his palms, lips tasting like tea as they pressed against San’s, coffee flavored but just as sweet. San was stiff for a moment before settling his hands on Wooyoung’s thighs. Wooyoung wanted to say something about how he didn’t deserve him. That San was too good to him, had always been too good to a slut like him , had always held Wooyoung’s worth as a person higher than even his own and he had no idea what he’d done to deserve respect like that from a stranger . But he also knew better than to say things like that. Jung Wooyoung knew better than to demean himself in front of Choi San, unless he wanted to see that sad expression that made his heart crumble. And he much preferred the big, giddy smile his boyfriend was wearing, now.
“Now, this is dramatic , Youngah.” San sighed with a smile and wiped the little tears off Wooyoung’s nose, watching his pretty little lover smile up at him, fighting very hard to keep the wobble off his lips.
“You’ll really marry me, right?” Wooyoung whispered, and San nodded, nudging his nose with his own. Wooyoung held him there, fingers lacing through the dark tufts at his nape.
“Do you want a big wedding, or a little one? We can start planning it, even though I didn’t get to officially ask you, yet.” San grinned and Wooyoung scrunched his nose in a smile, eyes almost crossed just so he could look into San’s. The closeness was so comfortable, now.
“Stop that. ”
“We’ll have to figure out the difference between cream and eggshell .”
“Stop!”
“And then we’ll have to decide on one-”
“Cut it out!”
San was pleased with himself, when he got Wooyoung cackling at him again.
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Once Wooyoung told San all about the night they had, it was onto party preparation and costume changes. San had offered to host a halloween party for his office, since his home was arguably one of the largest just behind Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s, and it was private property, so idols could attend and not worry about the paparazzi. That’s not to say he didn’t need the security that surrounded his home, just to make sure nobody was trying to sneak photos of them. The only rule was phones had to be left either in their cars or at home, since San didn’t particularly want his home to be the center of some blown out of proportion idol scandal. Some of the Second Link boys wanted to bring their girlfriends, and San didn’t want to deprive them of their youth or whatever.
Attending a party in your early twenties with a partner should be allowed, no matter what your profession.
“S’ really cool you let them date at all.” Wooyoung was fastening his ears and San was wiping the drool off his mouth, trying very minimally to hide his stare. “Like, you’re really good about it, too. I had no idea any of them were in committed relationships. And that one kid is married ? He’s got me beat.” Wooyoung glanced over his shoulder and glared at his boyfriend, all in good fun, but he did love teasing San for being so old fashioned. Not that he didn’t love that too . The idea that San was planning some proposal for him sometime in the future put butterflies in his tummy whenever he thought about it. “Baby, can you stop drooling and come clip this?” Wooyoung held his hair up, blonde exposed when he flipped up the back. He was referring to the snap at the back of his neck, which he absolutely could have done himself, but he wanted San to do it, just because.
“ Yeah . Yeah.” San wobbled over and cleared his throat, head leaned to the side so he could see what he was doing, clipping the snap together. Then he glanced up at the mirror, watching Wooyoung watch him, and San felt like he’d melted. The way the blonde in his bangs swept over his cheeks, how he’d pinned the sides of his hair back to frame his face- The white leather bunny ears fastened to his head- The white rabbit costume suited him a little too well.
“ Drooling .” Wooyoung smirked at him and San flinched, backing off to wipe his face again, glad he’d decided to skip on the makeup Wooyoung had offered him. He still looked very cheshire cat -like but at least he could drool over his boyfriend in peace. “You really think it looks fine?” Wooyoung worried, fixing the hem of his bodysuit as it curved up over his hips, latex soft and stretched just right. He’d opted for a bunny tail that was not stuffed up his ass, rather sewed to the back of the bodysuit just above the curve of his ass. He had a little red jacket unbuttoned over his shoulders, a heart shaped cut-out at the center of his chest, and a frilly blue neck piece he thought looked kind of weird but- Yeosang had insisted it looked perfect.
“Don’t ask him, he's a lost cause . You could wear a potato sack and he’d still tell you you’re fuckable. But, yes , you look adorable.” Yeosang smiled, adjusting his tiny little mad hatter hat he’d clipped over the neon green of his hair. The color practically matched, but the look was dashing to say the least. “And the belt!” Yeosang turned around to wiggle his hand in his direction, and San did the legwork to bring the gold chain over, a small stopwatch hanging from its clip.
“I still feel like my ass should be covered, though. There’s like… young people attending.” Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, the sheer white skirt doing fuck-all to cover his thighs, crotch, ass, anything.
“ Young people? What are we , ancient ?” San scoffed, watching Wooyoung fuss over the chain draping from his waist. “They’re all of age, and they won’t be looking.” San huffed, crossing his arms over his bare chest . “I mean, I’m half dressed. And I’m their boss .” San smiled at himself in the mirror, looking more like a chippendale dancer than a Cheshire cat, but the pink and purple stripes were there, and the ears, and the tail . Yeosang had painted wild stripes on his arms and chest, somehow making his toned torso look even more defined .
“Yeah, but you’re the boss. I’m the boss's boyfriend. I can’t leave some kind of bad impression…” Wooyoung worried, turning finally to head over to San, reaching up to tug on his fluffy ears and make sure they were fastened securely. The pink and purple fluff was stuck in place and Wooyoung smiled, letting San reach up and bend one of his ears.
“...you two are way too …” Yeosang glanced over his shoulder and shuddered, looking back in the mirror when Wooyoung snickered at him.
“In love? Absolutely.” Wooyoung smiled, watching San smile back.
“Hey, the boys are here-” Mingi poked his head into the room- They’d turned the spare room into the costume department. Mingi, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yunho had all already come and left- It was really just the divas left. And San.
“Here, I’ll come greet them. Did they bring the girls?” San moved out of the room and Wooyoung watched him go, chewing the ruby tone of his lip when San switched from boyfriend to boss . There was a stiffness to his shoulders and a deeper, more serious tone to his voice that ruffled Wooyoung’s feathers in just the right way.
“The girls he says- like they’re one hive mind of females.” Yeosang scoffed, and Wooyoung snickered, adjusting his sleeves before going over to Yeosang to see if he needed any help. He was doing just fine on his own, though.
“He’s just too polite for his own good. He probably won’t be able to look them in the eyes with his nipples out .” Wooyoung snorted and Yeosang almost choked, pushing one final clip into his hair before getting to his feet.
“Let’s go save them, then.”
“...Who, San and Mingi?”
“No, the poor girls .”
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The boys from Second Link were all wearing coordinating costumes, including the girls they’d brought along, and Wooyoung thought it was possibly the cutest thing ever, all of them in their little volleyball looking outfits or whatever it was. It was a shame no phones were allowed because he’d absolutely sneak a few photos- One of them was wearing an extremely orange wig that Mingi had already asked to try on three times . But, watching them interact, Wooyoung got the impression that Mingi was kind of a mentor for the kid. Wooyoung was fairly certain that one was the group's rapper, so it’d make sense.
“Mingi-ah. Your ears .” Wooyoung made his way over with a sway to his walk, watching Mingi stare him down, his own rabbit ears half falling off. Wooyoung reached to fix them, tucking his hair in the right direction so he didn’t look like such a mess. Though, the march hare being a mess was fitting.
“Thanks- Yours stay so nice- How’d you do that?” Mingi huffed, noting Wooyoung could whip his head around and the things seemed sewed onto his head.
“I wear costumes for a living. Or- did you forget? Should I take you back to San’s stash and show you?” Wooyoung loved flustering Mingi. The guy got so red , sweaty, started stuttering while he tried and failed to think of any kind of comeback.
“San-ah!” Mingi whined, and Wooyoung rolled his eyes, scurrying away while Mingi tried to get him in trouble.
“Wooyoungie! I want photos of us all, later, after the idols go home!” Seonghwa had been in the dining room where the wine was, his queen of hearts getup way too detailed and Wooyoung felt like a common whore in what he was wearing. “God, you look so hot- Joongie told me I had to wear something knee length, at least…” Seonghwa pouted down at his floor length gown , slit up the side of his thigh.
“You let him dictate what you wear?” Wooyoung made a face and Hongjoong poked his head out from the hallway, a gaudy crown on his head and Wooyoung assumed he was the king of hearts. He sighed over the idea of a couples costume. Next year .
“When I’m the one scraping him up off the living room floor later, I don’t want his ass hanging out , so yes , I suggested you wear something longer and yet-” Hongjoong was rambling, making Yunho wrinkle his nose in a laugh. “You wore a dress with a cut all the way up the side-”
“There’s mesh-”
“I don’t want to hear the mesh argument one more time-”
“Wooyoungah.” Yunho crept between him and the happy couple, watching Seonghwa cross his arms in defiance before fully turning his attention to the very tall, very blue man in front of him. “Our parties are kind of always like this.” Yunho chuckled, handing over an unopened beer can and Wooyoung took it with a grin.
“What, messy and uncoordinated but also extremely coordinated and put together, all at the same time?” Wooyoung cracked the can open and Yunho nodded, glancing over his shoulder at Jongho as he entered. He seemed to be dressed like one of the singing flowers, face painted prettily as he made his way right for Yeosang.
“Mm. Alice in wonderland was a good pick, I think. Especially for those two.” Yunho smiled and pointed at Seonghwa and Hongjoong- The elder had the younger pressed to the wall, and it looked like it could be a casual conversation they were having but Wooyoung knew the way Hongjoongs face was heated meant that whatever Seonghwa was whispering in his ear, it was less than innocent.
“You too, though! Look at this-” Wooyoung reached to tug his lapel, some kind of expensive looking fabric making his suit, blue and teal ruffles all around it. “Your makeup, too. San wouldn’t let me do his. He said the eyeliner was enough .” Wooyoung huffed, nodding up to the blue pattern blended along the side of Yunho’s face, his eyes done up in extravagance and he wondered genuinely if Seonghwa had something to do with his caterpillar ensemble. Wooyoung also wondered if the intricate looking tubing wrapped around him was actually any kind of functional for smoking, but he assumed it definitely was not .
Shame.
“He’s always been picky about what he puts on his face. Perfect skin and all that.” Yunho nodded toward the cheshire man showing all the Second Link boys and their dates around, letting them know where the bathrooms were and such. They’d been some of the last to arrive, the rest of San’s employees having already filed in, dressing in a various array of costumes. He had seen one other white rabbit, a nice looking woman hanging off of her husband the few times he’d noticed her.
“Mm… ever since I got him into skincare he’s become a diva about products, too.” Wooyoung smiled to himself and they both watched him for a moment more before turning back to their drinks. They made small talk about the Second Link comeback, watching the boys get rowdy with each other in the livingroom. And then Wooyoung felt a hand on his waist, making him straighten up a little. And then he looked to the side, and then down, pink rabbit ears flopping out of a Loverboy hat.
“Wooyoungie’s here.” Wooyoung’s grin grew rapidly, turning to throw his arms around his old friend, who was much shorter than him with the heels he had on.
“How do you know Changbin?” Yunho chuckled, reaching out to bump knuckles with the rapper. A handful of idols outside of H.A.L.A. had been invited as well, since San had friends all over the industry and a home large enough to host all of them.
“We met at an Adidas shoot a few years ago- What the hell, San didn’t tell me you were coming!” Wooyoung leaned back but hugged him again, giggling at the cute little dwaekki costume he was wearing. It was more casual than a lot of the costumes here, but he was adorable nonetheless. And comfortable. Wooyoung envied him.
“Nah- What are you doing here?” Changbin grinned up at him and Wooyoung’s smile turned into a bit of a smirk. “Not that you being here is bad it’s just- You don’t do music .” Changbin clarified and Wooyoung knew he meant no harm with his question. Him being here would be strange, under any other circumstances.
“My boyfriend is the Cheshire cat over there.” Wooyoung nodded, and Changbin turned, spotted the cheshire cat, then turned back. But he whipped around again, staring down San who was steadily making his way over to them- though the crowd had gotten thicker.
“No.” Changbin gasped, turning back to Wooyoung, snatching a cookie off the counter beside him.
“Yes. And I baked all those, so cherish them.” Wooyoung nodded, smirking when Changbin snagged a second cookie, already most of the way through the first one. “Though, I’m sure they’re not-”
“Not as good as Yongbok-ah’s.” Changbin nodded, turning a little when San had finally made his way through the crowd to them.
“Seo Changbin- It’s good to see you again!” San bowed his head and Changbin reached out to bump fists with him, San hesitating before doing the same. Too respectful for his own good . “I see you met Wooyoung.” San nodded to his boyfriend and the shit eating smirk Changbin flashed made him nervous, for some reason.
“I already know Wooyoungie. We’ve worked together before.” Changbin bounced a little on his toes, taking another cookie. San felt cold panic for about three whole seconds before he remembered Wooyoung doesn’t work intimately with other people, and he was actually fully aware of the ad they’d been in together. He’d gushed to Changbin about his crush at the time and oh god- “You finally tracked him down, I see.” Changbin grinned and Wooyoung wrinkled his nose curiously.
“Tracked me down, huh?”
“I- Uh . We met at a grocery store.” San choked, watching Changbin jam a final cookie into his mouth before snagging a can of Liquid Death from the counter.
“Mm, it’s true. I had my zits out and he was buying my playboy issue. He tried to hide it under a cerial box and thought I wouldn’t see- ” Wooyoung snorted and Changbin choked on his water, having to turn around just to cough up a lung.
“Okay, it’s not that funny-” San huffed, watching Wooyoung turn and fuss over the adorable tiny rapper, handing him a tissue while Changbin held the small of his back for balance, his pinky brushing the bunny tail. San felt something like jealousy rise in his chest as he squinted at the admittedly innocent exchange of touches, and Yunho smirked, leaning in to speak just to San.
“ Wooyoungie has fans all over, huh?” Yunho smiled and San squinted at him, then looked back to Wooyoung, who had his arms draped over Changbin’s broad shoulders, cheek rested on top of the pink hat he wore.
“I’d better get back to the guys. I’ll see you around, though!” Changbin smiled and patted Wooyoung’s hip when he left him, weaving back through the crowd to another gaggle of men with suspiciously specific animal hats on.
“I didn’t know you were so close.” San huffed, reaching to pull on the chain around Wooyoung’s waist, tugging him forward.
“Do not get all huffy over me having one friend .” Wooyoung nodded, arms crossed so San couldn’t pull him in further. Yunho snorted from his place beside them, a not so silent observer to the little lovers quarrel.
“Ahh, trouble in paradise. ” The caterpillar spoke up and pulled the tip of his hookah to his lips, actually taking a puff and both of them stared him down in quiet surprise. “ Oh - It’s fake. I just did that for dramatic effect. Smells like blueberries, though. Right?” Yunho seemed giddy over the little functional piece of his costume- nerd - and Wooyoung struggled to hold in a laugh.
“Yu… what the hell.” San snorted, a grin creeping over his lips as well.
“I’ve actually been trying to get it to work for the last fifteen minutes- I have to go show Mingi.” Yunho nodded to them before turning away, and Wooyoung sighed, managing to keep his cackle in successfully.
“Honestly… I was hoping it was functional.” San sighed, and that broke Wooyoung, making him laugh out loud, and San finally pulled him in for a hug, painted arms binding tight around red fabric and white latex.
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Wooyoung did not realize the extent to which this party would go. He’d seen numerous idols he’d been following for years, and all of them greeted him so pleasantly when San introduced him as his fiancee - He’d expected to feel at least a little out of place, but he felt so welcomed it was almost scary. And then there was the karaoke happening outside, professional equipment set up by the pool so everyone could enjoy themselves. Wooyoung did stop by for a short while to listen to Changbin and the maknae of his group absolutely murder Heartbeat by 2PM. The entire group outside was getting into it and Wooyoung had yelled his fair share of cheers by the time it was over.
Something about all these idols he loved and adored simply enjoying themselves made Wooyoung feel warm and fuzzy. No cameras- aside from San’s security system- no paparazzi, no drama to be seen for almost the entire night. Just people having fun and Wooyoung clung to San like glue for the majority of the evening. He’d had to disappear to the bathroom, taking almost twenty minutes to get in and out of his costume just to piss, but hey, the things he did for fashion. By the time he’d slipped back out, he was exhausted but eager to get back to the party, finger running under the hemline of his latex, snapping it audibly before spotting his boyfriend.
And the other fucking white rabbit.
Wooyoung eyed them for a moment, watching from behind San as that woman slurred her speech and touched all over his arm, giggling a little too hard when purple paint got on her glove. Where the hell is her escort? Wooyoung looked around for who he’d assumed was her husband earlier, but came up short, brow furrowing when she stumbled forward and San caught her. Hands on her waist. She grinned like that had been her whole fucking plan. He tried to steady her, but she just kept stumbling, and Wooyoung rolled his eyes. Rather than interrupt, he decided waiting patiently was the better move, arms crossed over his chest while San looked around nervously for the woman's husband. His eyes landed right on Wooyoung and his face paled.
Wooyoung wiggled his fingers at him but his face read irritated . Then he nodded his head toward the bedroom, turning on his heel to make his way there. If San was smart , he’d abandon the chick and move his ass, but Wooyoung knew better than to think he’d leave a piss drunk woman by herself.
Too. Respectful. For. His. Own. Good.
Wooyoung shut himself in their bedroom, thankful nobody had tried to invade it- Though, this crowd seemed rather respectful. He really hadn’t seen a single cell phone that wasn’t San’s, no cameras, nothing. All of San’s friends had put their phones in his room so they could have them after the party, but other than that… Wooyoung plopped down on their bed, crossing one knee over the other, waiting. It took about five minutes before San was bursting through the door, face red.
“I’m so sorry about her-” San started, watching Wooyoung nod, foot bobbing lazily. He looked really fucking pretty. “She’s… one of the finance girls…” San flicked the lock on his door as he moved forward, and realized Wooyoung was eyeing him, hard .
“You don’t have to explain it like I caught you doing something bad .” Wooyoung scoffed, staring San down as he moved over to him, reaching out for him but Wooyoung leaned back a tiny bit, so San halted. “It’s not like she was touching you all over for like ten minutes or anything.”
“Well I- She was asking about the paint-”
“I just said you don’t have to explain, Sannah.” Wooyoung raised a brow, and San fell quiet again, cheeks pink. “Can you take my shoes off? They’re killing me.” Wooyoung stuck his foot out and San hesitated, then knelt down, tugging Wooyoung’s ankle up, tugging the zipper down on the side of the stark white Tom Ford ankle boot he’d been sporting. He put it to the side and moved to the second one, glancing up at Wooyoung from under his lashes while he undid the zipper.
From where he sat, Wooyoung looked like some kind of real royalty, hair still perfect, eyes downturned toward him like he was some kind of commoner and San pushed the second boot to the side. He probably should have expected it when Wooyoung pushed the heel of his foot against his clothed cock, making San grunt and double over. His fingers pushed under the white fishnet on his legs, pushing tight around Wooyoung’s calf muscle.
“Sannah.” Wooyoung chewed his lip, trying not to smirk at the red hot shade of San’s cheeks. When he didn’t look up, Wooyoung moved his other foot, pushing up on his chin gently and San finally stared up at him, eyes wide and wanting.
“Yes, baby?” San breathed, and Wooyoung smiled, resting his heel on San’s bare shoulder. Instinctively, San turned to kiss his ankle, hips shifting into the pressure from his foot. Wooyoung moved, pressing his socked toes against San’s zipper.
“You’re all mine, right?” Wooyoung asked, and San nodded eagerly, looking down at the way Wooyoung’s foot pushed against his pants. He’d never found something like this to be hot- But if it was Wooyoung-
“Mm, all yours, Wooyoung-ah.” San hissed, groaning when he ground the arch of his foot into his crotch.
“And this cock ?” Wooyoung asked, voice so soft and sweet San felt his head spin, feeling his heel dig into his shoulder and jerk him forward. “Is this all mine, too?” Wooyoung wondered, and San nodded. “Say it.”
“All yours.” San rushed out, and Wooyoung forced his foot down harder, making San double over again- And then he moaned .
“What’s all mine? Tell me like you’d tell her. ” Wooyoung licked his lips, enjoying this little interaction far too much. Maybe it was San’s eagerness to please Wooyoung that did it, letting him step all over his cock like he was. “ What belongs to Jung Wooyoung? ” San looked up at him, hips twitching when Wooyoung toed at his zipper again, foot twisting to grind down against him.
“Fuck! My cock- B- Belongs to Jung Wooyoung, all yours-” San hissed, and Wooyoung hummed when he felt nails dig into the soft muscle of his calf.
“Take it out, lemme see.” Wooyoung pulled his feet away and San flopped forward onto his palms, dick straining in his pants and Wooyoung could tell . San hurried to undo his belt and button, pushing down the zipper to shimmy his pants down and show off his cock, purple at the tip with how hard he was. “Did you wanna cum? Looks like you kinda have to, honestly.” Wooyoung hummed, watching San nod, looking up at him eagerly.
“Yeah, please.” San breathed, and Wooyoung nodded, getting up to his feet.
“Mmm… help me undress.” Wooyoung waited for San to try and tuck his erection away, buttoning his pants with a hiss as he got up in a hurry, going right for the blue ruffles at his neck to undo the snap there. “ Slowly , don’t rip something.”
“Sorry…” San huffed, tugging the jacket off his shoulders, tossing it away onto the bed. He peeled off each later painfully slowly, watching Wooyoung’s body twist just to get out of it all. The material had left red indents in his body, and Wooyoung leaned away from San’s fingers when he tried to trace over them. “Baby, please-”
“Get my fishnets off.” Wooyoung huffed, watching San reach for them, then twist them in his fingers and tear . “Sannah! I said-” Wooyoung’s body jerked with the roughness of his movements, eventually slipping all the way out of the article and San grunted, tossing them away. “Bold .” Wooyoung scoffed, waving his arm toward a little shopping bag on the dresser, the one San had looked at a handful of times but hardly paid much attention to. He brought it over obediently and Wooyoung took the bag, stepping forward to dodge San’s fingers again, since he thought he was so slick.
“ Young-ah-” San whined, one of his feet stomping when he huffed his annoyance and Wooyoung smiled into the bag, tugging out the strappy outfit he’d bought, lavender in color. “You’re not wearing that- ” San was watching over his shoulder like some kind of starving predator, but Wooyoung was no prey .
“Oh, I’m not?” Wooyoung put the bag down, handing the bottoms back to San and the poor man ground his teeth, jaw flexing in the mirror. “Put that on me, please.” Wooyoung waited, and San’s body twitched, but he knelt down anyway, waiting for Wooyoung to step into the purple latex, and he did, letting San tug it up over his thighs.
Wooyoung could hear and feel his breathing on his neck, and it made him shudder. San was careful when he pulled it up over Wooyoung’s cock, chin hooked over his shoulder to see what he was doing. He straightened out the straps over his hips, fingers hooking under the thin fabric, and then his fingers brushed the pretty bulge of his cock through the material.
“Please?” San’s voice was so quiet, cracking with the low volume and Wooyoung bit his lip, bending to grab the next article. A bra-looking thing that San wasn’t sure could even fit his chest, but he dropped his head for a second before looking up, brows knit when he took it.
“Thank you.” Wooyoung lifted his arms for San to clip it, helping him stretch and adjust it and Wooyoung smiled when it was all fitted. “Mm, my stream would love this.” He snorted, then grabbed for more. “That’s the skirt, I think it just zips, so-” Wooyoung stretched it around his waist and the way his skin bulged slightly over top of it made San groan. “Zip me up, daddy.” Wooyoung watched San’s eyes widen, shaking his clammy hands before he reached to zip the pretty latex skirt up. “You like it, right?” Wooyoung asked, looking down over himself, and San nodded, worrying his lip between his teeth before reaching to try and touch him. But again, Wooyoung dodged him.
“You’re not going out there like this. I don’t care what game you’re trying to play.” San’s voice was as close to a low growl as he could get, snatching his waist rudely. Wooyoung grinned, bending over, ass pressed to San’s clothed cock before picking one more thing out of the bag.
“I’m not done , Sannah. Yeesh .” Wooyoung tossed the cloth around and inched forward, stepping into an oversized piece of fluffy clothing, white and soft with buttons all the way up the front. “I’d be too cold if I wore just that.” Wooyoung pouted, and San started to worry he’d cum just from the pressure of his pants rubbing over his cock. Wooyoung pulled the fabric up over his shoulders, completely engulfed in a fluffy rabbit one-piece. “This was my after party fit, since Mingi said he brought recreations .” Wooyoung turned, hood pulled up over his head, ears flopping from it and San needed to cum. Now.
“Wooyoung-” San squeaked, and Wooyoung made a face at his strained tone, stepping up to him, fingers sliding over the bulge in his pants.
“Yeah?” Wooyoung looked up at him with his pretty, dark eyes and it was over for him. San’s hips jerked and he trembled, and Wooyoung gripped him tighter in his palm due to his intense reaction.
“W-Wait, shit-” San gripped the front of the fluff covering his boyfriend and felt his thighs shake, forehead dropping onto his shoulder as he came in his pants.
“... Sannah .” Wooyoung’s brows rose harshly and he gasped, feeling heat pool against his palm, seeping through the material of his pants. San rushed to undo his button again, letting Wooyoung help him push it down. “You poor bastard.” Wooyoung felt his ego surge dangerously. He did allow San to fuck into his fist, keeping it tight for him so he could have a little bit of enjoyment out of the embarrassment he was currently suffering.
“ Nngh- Wooyoungie-” San huffed and snapped his hips, feeling Wooyoung snicker and kiss his cheek. “You’re so sexy, you can’t wear this it’s not fair- ” San whined, hissing when Wooyoung let his cock go and wiped his hand on San’s pants, since they were soiled anyway,
“... the latex didn’t do it for you, but this thing did?” Wooyoung tugged at the side of his kigurumi . It was spacious enough to hide any lines from what he was hiding underneath, and the buttons on the front were secure. He’d planned this entire thing to a T- He supposed he’d just mixed up which of the outfits would gain him a stronger reaction.
“It’s all of it!” San whined, leaning back, face tomato red and Wooyoung smiled in disbelief, his very handsome boyfriend in urgent need of a costume change. “Wooyoungie, you c… everyone else will see this -” San dared to reach for one of the ears and Wooyoung fought for his life not to laugh out loud.
“Everyone else won’t think this is cum-in-your-pants worthy! They’ll think it's pajamas , San.” Wooyoung reassured him, reaching up to cup his cheeks, then kiss him, because the poor man looked so defeated. “I wanted to look cute for you, Sannah. And you’re the only one who knows what’s underneath.” Wooyoung watched San’s pitiful expression relax, and he nodded, sliding his hands over Wooyoung’s sides, sighing at the fluff. “Don’t get cum on this. It’s dry clean only.” Wooyoung hissed, watching San shuffle back a few feet.
“I’ll just… sweatpants.” San huffed, eyelids fluttering as he looked down at his dick and the mess he’d made, then started to wiggle out of the pants.
“...You can wear sweatpants but a bunny kigu is too much for you?” Wooyoung snorted, watching San move over to their bedside table and grab some tissues.
“...what’s wrong with my sweatpants?” San pouted, and Wooyoung rolled his eyes, wandering to the closet to grab some socks and sneakers, since he was over the Tom Ford for the night. Decimated run star’s it was, he supposed.
“I’m not explaining gray sweatpants lore to a grown man.” Wooyoung chuckled, and San just made a face at him, still confused, still adorning his very fluffy cat ears.
“...okay?”
“Put some pants on so we can get out of here.”