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“Tragic. I can already tell from that look on your face.”
Across the room, San groans, burying his face in his hands. “It wasn’t bad,” he pipes up and although his voice is muffled, Wooyoung can easily identify the hint of despair and bitterness laced in his tone.
It’s finally the weekend and San and Wooyoung find themselves lying on San’s couch after the usual movie night with all their friends, complete with a seemingly never-ending supply of alcohol and pepperoni pizzas. Wooyoung ends up having to book them all cabs with how drunk they all get just off of a couple of drinking games and he tracks their location till they’re all home, especially since Yunho makes a habit of flirting with the cab driver when he’s had one too many beers.
Wooyoung had considered booking a ride for himself until he felt San’s hand on his forearm, reaching out to stop him and tug him back inside, his eyes expectant and his lips formed into a slight pout.
And that’s how he finds himself in San’s living room, reaching for another bottle of soju whilst San rambles about his week. He unwinds the cap and flicks it open, watching in quiet amusement as it joins the pile of discarded bottle caps accumulating on the wooden coffee table.
San makes it through his funny anecdotes from work in record time and Wooyoung listens carefully, eyes fixated on his eager friend and the way his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red when he begins to vaguely recount his Friday night and how it ended with him waking up in a stranger’s bed.
It’s his facial expression while he mentions it to Wooyoung that proves to be a dead giveaway. It was another shitty night of sex for Choi San. Truly tragic, if you ask Wooyoung.
“San-ah, first of all, you’re a terrible liar. Second of all, you don’t even know the guy. You can just say you didn’t enjoy it.”
San absentmindedly inches a little closer to Wooyoung while he shakes his head vehemently. “It’s not like he was bad. He was very capable in the role that he was trying to take on—”
“Role that he was trying to take on?” Wooyoung intercepts, raising an eyebrow at that. San had never really provided details about his sex life to Wooyoung before. All Wooyoung knew were the facts. The facts were that San would rarely rave about sex and more often than not, San would have one-night stands and would appear dissatisfied by the end of it. Wooyoung figured San had just been getting into bed with people who lacked experience or something of the sort.
San sighs, sinking deeper into the leather couch. He grabs the bottle out of Wooyoung’s hands and takes a swig off of it before sliding it back into Wooyoung’s palm. Their palms touch briefly and San shudders at how cold Wooyoung’s hands are from the bottle.
“It’s just complicated, you know? People tend to make assumptions,” San starts and then immediately pauses to let out a nervous chuckle. “And it’s always the same one,” he murmurs bitterly under his breath.
“Which is?” Wooyoung questions, sitting upright. He’s careful not to sound too curious, not wanting to push San to admit anything he doesn’t actually want to. San’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of red at the question and Wooyoung marvels at how shy San can get. He looks pretty like this, Wooyoung thinks to himself silently.
San lets out an unintelligible sound and then he huffs, meeting Wooyoung’s eyes with a seemingly newfound sense of purpose. “They always assume I’m a top! And a dom. And I know it’s because of my body and the way I’m built. Yesterday too…he took me to his house and it seemed promising until he suddenly begged me to fuck him. Said he wanted to call me daddy while I did it. The whole thing was just so—” San scrunches his nose as he remembers the previous night. “I’m just so tired of this. Maybe I’m destined for celibacy.”
Wooyoung’s eyes are as wide as saucers. Not because he’s surprised at San’s preferences, but more so at the absolute nerve of San’s past partners to have stereotyped him in that manner. He feels riled up in his own way and there’s a feeling brewing within him that he can’t quite ignore. It’s a feeling that’s been dormant for a long while, perhaps ever since the first week of knowing San.
Back when they’d first met at a college party, Wooyoung had actually locked eyes with San from afar and approached him with the intention of flirting with him. He thought San was the prettiest boy he’d ever seen and wanted nothing more than to bend him over the beer pong table but that was before Seonghwa, his then-classmate from POLI 001, slid in between them and eagerly introduced San as his roommate and best friend that he’d been dying for Wooyoung to meet.
Since that first night a year ago, they’d been thrust into the realm of friendship, with all of Seonghwa and San’s friends becoming Wooyoung’s friends and vice-versa. Wooyoung had never looked back. Until now, that is.
“You’re not destined for celibacy,” Wooyoung reassures him, rolling his eyes. “They’re assholes for assuming shit like this. You’ll find someone who gives you what you need, trust me, San-ah.”
San’s tongue absentmindedly runs across his bottom lip, his teeth sinking into it right after. “Most people don’t find bulky bottoms attractive. Doesn’t fit their little fem, twink bottom fantasy. There’s nothing wrong with that, by the way, but it’s just not who I am. So nobody can ever fuck me right.” San clarifies, his head dipping lower until it brushes against Wooyoung’s shoulder. Wooyoung freezes when he feels San’s hair brush against his collarbone.
That feeling within Wooyoung grows even more. He doesn’t fail to catch how exasperated San looks by his predicament and this has him bursting at the seams. Perhaps it’s all of these factors combined then, that lead him to blurt out his next words.
“I would fuck you so well. Any sane person can tell all you want is to be bent over for once and be filled with cock.”
The words are out before he can really process them himself. But once he does, Wooyoung can’t say he regrets them. He isn’t really drunk, and he stands by every claim he’s made. He keeps his gaze steady on San, watching as San’s eyes widen comically and his head shoots up from Wooyoung’s shoulder.
His hair sits messily on his head and his cheeks are flushed as he meets Wooyoung’s eyes, suddenly far more timid than he was less than a minute ago. San opens his mouth and closes it and this goes on for a few more seconds until he finally finds his words. “You could?” San cocks his head to the side as he questions Wooyoung and Wooyoung is almost certain that San is unaware of how devastatingly eager he looks right now.
It stirs something within Wooyoung and he instinctively tugs San’s chin forward.
San is a strong man, objectively stronger than Wooyoung, and yet, he falls into position so easily. His face is putty in Wooyoung’s hands and he follows like an obedient pup on a leash, chin dropping onto Wooyoung’s palms, his knees supporting his body as his face hovers right in front of Wooyoung’s.
“I would if you wanted me to. Is that something you’d like, San-ah?” Wooyoung asks him, his breath fanning against San’s lips. San blinks at Wooyoung, his eyes falling to Wooyoung’s lips, only to snap back up to his eyes when Wooyoung taps his chin firmly, gesturing his face to tilt upwards.
San mumbles something unintelligibly and Wooyoung hums in response. “What was that?”
San’s pupils seemingly dilate. “Please,” he says while nodding eagerly. “I need it.”
“Need what?” Wooyoung encourages him, trailing his index finger up San’s jawline, only to caress his cheek. San rests his face in Wooyoung’s palm all too happily, even lightly rubbing his cheek against the rough skin of Wooyoung’s palm.
“You,” San admits, his gaze dropping down to his lap, all shy. “Want you, Wooyoung-ah. Need to be fucked so bad.” San turns restless in his hold, his body squirming to get closer to Wooyoung, his legs attempting to straddle the other man. Wooyoung tuts at him, placing his palm against San’s chest to keep him at bay, pushing him back down against the couch. Once again, San easily falls back to wherever Wooyoung wants him.
“You deserve to be fucked well, San-ah. You deserve to be taken care of, hm?” Wooyoung pats San’s cheek when his eyes get all droopy and dazed. With Wooyoung hovering over San like this, keeping him in place with their legs entangled and in such close proximity, San seemingly falls deeper into a certain headspace that Wooyoung had always perceived San was more than capable of falling into. Turns out he was right. But this isn’t the kind of situation he wanted to find this out in.
“San-ah, baby, listen. You’ve had quite a bit to drink. As much as I want to see where this goes, I’m not going to do anything when we’re both under the influence, okay? You need to think this over when you’re sober tomorrow and decide whether you still want this when you’re not tipsy.”
“But I’ve wanted—” San starts to protest but his mouth closes when Wooyoung gives him a stern look. “Fine,” he pouts, “tomorrow it is.”
Wooyoung chuckles, finally peeling himself away from San, who gets up and fixes his hair, face flushing when he seems to realize how close they were before.
“You’re cute, San-ah. Far too cute to be having mediocre sex.” Wooyoung is tying his shoes up by the front door. “But I digress. Sweet dreams, and call me tomorrow if you remember all of this, hm?”
Wooyoung slips out of San's house and braves the thirty-minute walk to his house instead of hailing a cab so that he can still his racing heart while San passes out on his couch, minutes after his front door closes shut.
*
The first thing that San registers when he wakes up is the pounding headache he’s been blessed with. It takes a lot out of him but he manages to lift himself off the couch, groaning when the muscles in his spine contract in pain, reprimanding him for foregoing his comfortable spring mattress for a couch that was certainly not made for sleeping on.
The second thing that San registers, or perhaps the third thing after the terrible back pain he’s experiencing, is that he’s alone. When he clearly wasn’t last night, judging from all of the cleanup he ends up doing first thing in the morning. There are leftover bowls of ramen that he cleans up while doing the dishes and just about fifteen bottles of beer and soju that he ends up running to recycle as the waste disposal truck almost leaves without collecting San’s. All in all, it’s an accurate indicator of a good party.
San is humming the latest New Jeans song while taking a cold shower when it hits him. Scratch that, San is rubbing the fast-forming bump on his head from dropping the shower head on himself when his mind suddenly reminds him of the latter half of last night.
San isn’t the type of drunk who loses his memory. For better or for worse, he always remembers every single word, even if he’s completely intoxicated and ready to pass out.
Just like how he remembers the way Wooyoung touched his skin, the way he ran his fingers up San’s cheeks, the determined look in his eyes- the hungry look in his eyes.
San’s back slides down the wall of his shower ever so slightly. He finds himself stricken with want. He remembers everything Wooyoung promised him and he wants it all, even feels his hole flutter at the thought of Wooyoung’s cock fucking into him and how well Wooyoung would restrain him, both with his hands and his filthy words. San knows Wooyoung has a bit of a reputation for how good he is. He’s known about it since before he met him. Seonghwa had spent weeks gushing about his new friend from class and how crazy his sex life is. San had listened to his roommate half-heartedly at the time but when Wooyoung approached him at the party, San suddenly found himself overly interested in the happenings of Jung Wooyoung.
If that had anything to do with Wooyoung’s veiny, toned arms or the way San shivered when Wooyoung’s hooded gaze raked down San’s body, his tongue peeking out to wet his pink lips, San is certainly not going to admit to it. They were friends. Wooyoung and San had never crossed that line, aside from a couple of drunken kisses.
They were friends. But a friend arguably doesn’t jerk himself off in the shower to the thought of his friend fingering him open and calling him a slut.
San gasps against the tiles, his fingers working up and down his cock at record speed. He moans loudly when he finally cums while thinking of how pretty he’d look on his knees for Wooyoung, with Wooyoung’s cock heavy on his tongue. It’s a thought he’d rarely entertained after that first night he met Wooyoung but it certainly did come to him from time to time. How could it not when Wooyoung looks like that? And now, after last night, his mind is etched with infinite possibilities.
San wants. San wants Wooyoung.
After fucking himself open with his fingers and cleaning himself up in the shower, he wraps his bathrobe around himself and makes his way to the living room. San had just moved out to his own place and he loves the liberty of getting to do whatever he wants in his own private space. But it does get lonely sometimes and he misses the white noise of Seonghwa and Hongjoong chattering in the background while he went about his day in the dorm.
He could call all his friends over. It’s a Sunday after all and they don’t all start work until tomorrow or later in the week.
Or, San could just call Wooyoung.
San eyes the clock on the stove and sighs when he sees it’s already three pm. Had Wooyoung been expecting his call? He did say to call him. San wants to call him.
He’s folding his legs on his couch and clutching his phone to his ear in no time, holding his breath as the phone continues to ring. San does his best to ignore his heart hammering in his chest while he waits for Wooyoung to pick up. It’s a giddiness and nervousness that he hasn’t experienced in a long time and it has him on the edge of his seat, all in a good way.
San is close to yeeting his phone to the corner of the room when Wooyoung finally answers.
“Finally past the hangover, San-ah?”
It’s the sound of Wooyoung’s voice alone, which somehow sounds deeper over the phone, that has San sinking deeper into the couch and holding onto the phone like a teenage boy speaking to his crush on the landline.
“Yeah, the shower helped.”
“Must’ve,” Wooyoung hums and San wants to bite his fist from sensing the unspoken tension in the air. It’s like they’re both dancing around the elephant in the room and San doesn’t know how much longer he can go without addressing it. “Did you eat anything though?”
“Not yet,” San replies, “I'm too lazy to cook.”
Wooyoung lets out a laugh that almost sounds like he’s endeared.
“You should eat, San-ah. You’ll feel better once you eat.”
“But that sounds like a lot of work,” San groans out and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t made the effort to sound extra whiny. There was a plan unintentionally forming in his brain that he felt like acting upon. Unfortunately, Wooyoung wasn’t born yesterday and can see right through San immediately.
“That’s unfortunate,” Wooyoung says, “I guess you could just order something then.”
San huffs quietly because that is not where he was expecting this conversation to go.
“I could…” he trails off, “but you know, that would be so expensive…”
Wooyoung laughs again and it makes San blush. “If you want something, you have to ask for it San-ah.”
“You could maybe come over? And maybe cook something…like budae jjigae?”
A few seconds pass before Wooyoung chuckles. “See, was that so hard, hm?”
San whines and proceeds to mutter under his breath. “Yes.”
“You like my cooking that much?”
“You’re a good cook!” San says with conviction, “Plus that would certainly cure me of any hangover symptoms.”
“Me coming over or my cooking?” Wooyoung asks him.
“I plead the fifth.”
“Cute. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
San makes a strangled noise and practically skips his way to his bedroom in a hurry to look presentable.
When the doorbell rings exactly thirty minutes later, San is patting down his hair in place. He puts a hand over his racing heart as he stares at himself in the mirror.
“You got this. You so got this. It’s only Wooyoung,” San finger guns his reflection and makes his way to the door, socks sliding against the wooden floor as he reaches for the knob. He twists the door open to find Wooyoung leaning against the sides, brown paper bags in hand.
“Food delivery for Choi San?” Wooyoung eyes San through his sunglasses, a cheeky smile playing on his lips as he quickly rakes his eyes down San’s body and back up. San shuffles on his feet, suddenly conscious of his outfit. He’s wearing shorts that suddenly feel a lot smaller under Wooyoung’s gaze than they actually are and the muscle tee he’s wearing makes him feel particularly exposed.
San makes way for Wooyoung to enter and put his grocery haul down. He takes a peek into one of the bags and scoffs at Wooyoung.
“I own kimchi!”
“I brought that from my place, made it myself.”
“It’s all the same anyway,” San grumbles, stilling when Wooyoung flicks his chin.
“Mhm, you would say that.”
Wooyoung takes off his jacket to reveal the black slim fitted t-shirt he’s wearing that complements his gray sweatpants perfectly and they-
San’s cheeks turn red when he notices the outline of Wooyoung’s cock through his sweatpants, clearly visible from the lack of underwear. Has he always been packing?
San quickly turns around and mindlessly heads to the island in search of a pan, willing away any indecent thoughts that arise in his mind.
“What are you doing?”
San is a flustered mess as he whips around his kitchen looking for the pan he’s used about a million times. “Looking for a pan for you to use.”
“With such urgency?”
“Oh,” San fans himself with his hand, “you know. I’m just so hungry.”
Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at San’s odd behavior, half-amused, half-concerned. He opens the first cupboard he sees in an effort to help San and takes out the pan successfully.
He pats San’s shoulder and a frantic San turns around to see Wooyoung smiling at him with his beloved pan dangling off his fingers. “Found it.”
“Oh. Great! Are you really making budae jjigae?” San clears his throat as Wooyoung unpacks the store-bought kimchi and begins slicing up all the vegetables.
“It’s what you were craving, wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t think you’d actually make it though.” San lifts himself onto the kitchen counter and begins observing Wooyoung as he dutifully prepares the stew broth. Everything is precise and rehearsed and San marvels at how good of a cook Wooyoung is. San cooks basic meals for sustenance, while Wooyoung can cook everything and it’d taste good too.
San’s eyes linger on Wooyoung’s arms as they flex while he handles the meat and Wooyoung folds his sleeves up to his elbow, revealing more of his arms for San’s viewing pleasure.
“San-ah.” San blinks and looks up to see Wooyoung staring back at him, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Hmm?”
“I asked you something.”
San flushes. “Uhm and I heard it. I heard it but just in case I didn’t…”
Wooyoung switches off the stove and walks over to where San is sitting, legs dangling in repetitive motions. He easily positions himself between San’s legs, one hand on his upper thigh as he leans closer, watching as San’s breath hitches, eyes widening and pupils dilating at their closeness. Wooyoung is close enough that San can inspect the light freckles on his skin, and can see the pretty mole under his eyes in high definition.
“Wooyoung…” San says his name under his breath without meaning to, and it’s filled with want, with need. Wooyoung breaks their eye contact as quickly as he makes it happen, and his arms lightly hover around San’s waist before reaching past him to grab two sets of chopsticks and two soup spoons.
San breathes out heavily, trying to compose himself as Wooyoung leans back out of his space. Wooyoung pats San’s cheek with two of his fingers. “I asked you to grab utensils, San-ah. You’re so distracted today.”
Wooyoung grabs the pot from the stove and heads to the dining table, leaving San to pray for his sanity as he hops off the kitchen counter and follows in Wooyoung’s footsteps.
They practically inhale the food Wooyoung made and throughout it, San is torn over whether he should address what went down between them last night. He wishes Wooyoung would just say something but if San knows anything about him, he’d be willing to bet a lump sum that Wooyoung’s waiting for San to make the first move today.
He can feel it in the way Wooyoung teases him— it’s light but it’s there. Light touches, playful remarks, a suggestive comment here and there, but it’s gone before San can linger on it or question it.
By the end of their meal, San is restless, especially when Wooyoung suggests watching the film they’d been meaning to see together for weeks now.
San takes a seat next to Wooyoung as he presses play on the remote and the dim room lights up with opening credits.
San lets out a sigh, settling deeper into the backrest of the couch as the movie begins. He tries to concentrate on the characters but has very little luck with his mind running a mile a minute. All he can think about is the man sitting right next to him and it drives him crazy.
Wooyoung notices how fidgety San gets and he proceeds to rest his left hand on San’s bare thigh, the one that was bouncing up and down restlessly. San stills his movements, eyes blinking once, and then twice, before trying really hard to focus on the screen.
“Anything on your mind, San-ah?”
That’s an opening if San has ever heard one.
San turns his head to face Wooyoung, who still has his hand on San’s thigh, his grip firm, but his face is still facing the television.
San stares unabashedly this time, eyes falling to the exposed planes of his chest, the way the sleeves of his t-shirt are still curled up his arms, the way he’s sat on the couch with his legs spread apart. God, it should seem cocky to San, seeing Wooyoung manspreading. It really should.
San feels his thigh being squeezed and he’s suddenly in tune with his surroundings again. This time, he finds Wooyoung eyeing him, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side.
“Hm?”
“Distracted, again? Movie’s too boring?”
San shakes his head adamantly.
“It’s nice, I like it.”
“Yeah?” Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at him. “I think it’s kind of weird he got abducted though.”
San makes a noise of affirmation. “ Right, me too. Honestly, they should’ve come up with a better plot altogether.”
Wooyoung laughs. “San-ah, baby…there’s no abduction scene.”
Well, shit.
“On second thought, let’s watch something else—” San begins and reaches over Wooyoung to grab the remote, letting half his torso hover against Wooyoung’s front. It’s only a few seconds into digging for the remote that San realizes how close he is to him.
Remote, long forgotten, he supports himself on his hand and looks up at Wooyoung, whose hands have conveniently found their way to San’s waist to support him even further. His head is tilted slightly while he maintains eye contact with San, almost as if Wooyoung is testing him and wondering if San has what it takes to make the first move now that the opportunity is being handed to him on a silver platter.
Fuck it.
San repositions himself to sit on Wooyoung’s lap and he feels Wooyoung’s hold on his waist instantly become firmer.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Wooyoung is smirking at him and god, San just wants to wipe that smug expression off his lips so bad.
“You know,” San says, hoping that it’s enough to signal what he wants. He should’ve known better though, considering who he was up against though.
“I don’t actually. Use your words and tell me,” Wooyoung says and his tone is a mix of both gentle and firm and mocking, all at once. San involuntarily shudders at the command.
“I remember last night. All of it,” San says, “And I still want you.” He averts his gaze from Wooyoung’s eyes, the intensity of Wooyoung’s gaze making him far more flustered than what he was prepared to deal with.
“You’re sure, San-ah?” Wooyoung asks. “Look at me, baby. What do you want?” San meets his eyes again, flushing at being called the name.
“I wanna know what it’s like,” San leans in closer to Wooyoung, lips hovering over Wooyoung’s mouth. “Barely ever been fucked even though it’s all I ever want. Want you to take control, please” San says in a whisper and it’s so needy, it has Wooyoung groaning and pulling San flush against him in an instant.
“You’re a dream,” Wooyoung runs his thumb over San’s lips, watching as his pupils dilate, a watery sheen over them as Wooyoung slips his finger into San’s mouth, the slide far too easy for him to resist.
San suckles on the tip of Wooyoung’s thumb, and Wooyoung almost groans at how lewd the sight of him is. Wooyoung parts San’s lips open and leans in to kiss him.
San gasps into the kiss initially but then eventually eases into it, tilting his head and deepening the kiss, lips parting instantly to meet their tongues in the middle. It’s desperate from the start, slip licks and tongue and teeth and want. San whimpers every time Wooyoung bites his lip or slides his tongue over the roof of his mouth, and he gasps against his lips whenever Wooyoung shifts his hips closer to him and grinds their cocks together.
Wooyoung feels San’s cock brush against him momentarily, only to pull back and hover over Wooyoung’s sweatpants lightly. Wooyoung furrows his eyebrows at the loss of contact.
“San, baby, put your whole weight on me.”
“I’m—but it’s not—I’m too much—” San whines when Wooyoung breaks the kiss, lips desperately trying to reach him again.
It’s then that Wooyoung notices that San’s hands have been propped up on the backrest of the couch, supporting his weight so that Wooyoung doesn’t feel all of it.
Wooyoung cups San’s cheeks, forcing him to look him in the eyes. “I’m not fragile, baby. I don’t know which asshole it was who made you feel like you don’t deserve to enjoy yourself to the fullest but I’m not one of them. Now, sit down,” Wooyoung says firmly and his palm pushes down on San’s shoulder to guide him. San moves along with his actions easily, letting out a pleased sigh as his ass finally rests flush against Wooyoung’s cock.
“Good boy,” Wooyoung reaches up to pat his cheek and then leans in to kiss him again. San perks up like a pup who’s finally been given a treat. San is practically crawling up onto Wooyoung now, grinding his ass against Wooyoung’s cock, breathy moans mixed with wet, messy kisses. Wooyoung slides their tongues together, one hand on San’s waist to encourage his movements as he marvels at how San grinds on him like he needs his cock more than he needs to breathe.
“Wooyoung— please, please,” San whimpers mid-kiss when Wooyoung’s fingers trail down San’s torso, lifting his t-shirt up to play with his nipples. Wooyoung experimentally flicks one of San’s nipples, watching as San bucks up in his hold, letting out a mewled whine.
“You’re sensitive there, hm, San-ah? Bet your pretty, virgin tits have never been played with by anyone else.” Wooyoung says against San’s neck, leaving wet kisses and bites down his collarbone, sucking and yanking the delicate skin in between his teeth. San can only manage loud moans, his body shuddering at the feeling of Wooyoung’s mouth on his neck and his fingers pinching San’s nipples mercilessly.
Wooyoung pinches his nipple again. “Answer.”
San gasps, his head falling back as he rushes to form a coherent sentence.
“N-No. I’ve always had to- had to-” San whimpers when Wooyoung slips his t-shirt off him and brings his mouth down to San’s nipples. “ Wooyoung —” San cries out when he feels Wooyoung’s wet tongue drag against his nipple, licking and slurping at the sensitive spot, his nipples hardening even more.
“Keep talking or I’ll stop, San-ah. As simple as that, baby.”
San gulps, fighting the urge to complain about how difficult it is to focus on his words with Wooyoung taking him apart like that. But he feels this innate urge to be good for Wooyoung, to obey him.
“I was saying— I’ve always had to do it for other p-people. Never had someone want to—”
“Want to what baby?” Wooyoung encourages him again, mouth closing around his other nipple now before sucking. San sucks in a breath, eyes squeezing shut as he grinds down on Wooyoung, cock heavy and hard against his shorts, straining the material.
“Touch me like this.”
“Such a shame, San-ah,” Wooyoung laments, pulling away from San’s chest to admire his artwork. San’s torso is slick with split and red from Wooyoung’s hands fondling his chest and sucking on his nipples. “You’re so pretty like this. So pretty and submissive for me, hm? You’d do anything I told you to, wouldn’t you, baby? You’re good like that, aren’t you?”
San leans forward, nodding fervently. “Yes, yes, yes, please. I wanna be good. I’m— I— I want to—” San is practically salivating and Wooyoung has to lift his finger to his mouth to gather the spit dripping from the corner of San’s mouth and feed it back to him. San, unsurprisingly, opens his mouth without any complaints, eyes blinking up at Wooyoung so patiently, it drives Wooyoung crazy.
San is back to grinding on top of Wooyoung, bringing their lips to a kiss, now more passionate and eager than ever. Wooyoung moans into the kiss, and he lets San slide his tongue into Wooyoung’s mouth, letting him have his fun for a moment.
It’s when San’s hands trail down Wooyoung’s torso and attempt to slip into his sweatpants, that Wooyoung breaks the kiss.
“What are you doing?” Wooyoung asks while placing his hand over San’s wrist, stopping him. San’s eyes widen, making him look like a deer caught in the headlights.
“M’— I just wanted to…” San tries to sneak his hand down again, barely catching hold of Wooyoung’s cock before Wooyoung tightens his hold on San’s wrist. San whines again, a pout forming on his lips.
“Silly pup, slobbering and stuttering your words. What do you want?”
San pouts again, cheeks coloured a deep shade of red as embarrassment fills him. He knows what he wants but he’s too shy to put it into words. He emphasizes his pout, hoping it’ll get Wooyoung to crack but the other man appears unphased by the blatant attempt at persuasion, still watching San like a predator watches his prey.
“Your cock,” San finally says against Wooyoung’s neck, “Want it in my mouth.”
“Good boy.” Wooyoung praises him and watches as San’s expression morphs into one of delight. “Look at you drooling over the thought of getting cock in your mouth. Want me to fuck your throat, hm? I don’t even know if you’d be able to fit it all…” Wooyoung trails off, and his words have San in a frenzy to prove himself, sliding off Wooyoung’s lap to sit on the ground instead, face in between Wooyoung’s thighs.
“I can! I know I can,” San insists, eyes all wide and struck with want, with need.
“Stop me if it ever gets too much, baby. That applies to everything. Light system sound okay?”
San simply nods but Wooyoung doesn’t relent easily. “Nodding isn’t enough. Use your words.”
“Yes, r-red for stop. Yellow to slow down. Green is g-good,” San mumbles, and Wooyoung smiles at him, leaning over to kiss his lips before sitting back against the couch again, spreading his legs even more and smirking as San chases after him, eager to keep kissing him.
“Go on, baby. Show me how well you suck cock, hm?” Wooyoung says, and that’s enough for San to reach for the hem of his sweatpants, pulling them down in one swift motion, making Wooyoung hiss as the cool air hits his bare cock. He gasps lightly when San begins pumping his length, his wide-eyed gaze fixated on Wooyoung’s thick, heavy cock as he leans forward and lets a string of his spit drop down to Wooyoung’s tip. It’s such a lewd sight, watching San gather his own spit on Wooyoung’s cock and use it to slick up Wooyoung’s length.
“Feels good, San-ah, keep going, baby.” Wooyoung sighs, keeping his eyes on San as the man practically salivates over Wooyoung’s cock while he pumps his length graciously.
San leans forward and bobs his head down to lick a long stripe up the underside of Wooyoung’s cock in a matter of seconds.
Wooyoung sucks in a breath and opts for threading his fingers into San’s hair, doing his best to keep his eyes open to watch San's tongue work on his length. San loves the feeling of cock in his mouth, sitting heavy on his tongue. It makes him feel oddly empowered, seeing Wooyoung falling apart over the way San sucks lightly at the head. San swirls his tongue playfully around the tip before looking up into Wooyoung’s eyes, purposely batting his eyes to make a spectacle of himself. His own cock silently throbs in his underwear, painfully aroused just from dry humping and sucking cock.
San doesn’t break eye contact as he sinks his lips down, taking Wooyoung’s cock as far into his mouth as it can possibly go. This makes Wooyoung gasp in surprise, watching as San swallows around his shaft, taking him in his throat. There’s tears forming in San’s eyes but he’s determined to keep going, lightly bobbing his head.
“Fuck, look at you. My pretty little cockslut. Taking my cock so well,” Wooyoung says, tightening his grip on San’s hair. He slowly grinds his hips forward, watching as San moans around his cock, eyes squeezing shut. “There you go, baby. Letting me fuck your mouth so good, hm? Your lips were made to suck cock, weren’t they, baby?”
San makes a muffled noise in affirmation as Wooyoung continues to fuck his mouth in quick but steady motions, revelling in the feeling of San’s wet heat around him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
San briefly pulls his mouth away slowly and laps at the strings of thick saliva that clings to his chin. He gives Wooyoung a dazed smile, panting, before reaching his lips down to cover Wooyoung’s cock once more.
San is determined to make Wooyoung cum, he wants to please him, and wants him to see how well San can take him. He bobs his head up and down Wooyoung’s shaft with ease and he lifts his hand up to cup Wooyoung’s balls, rubbing and squeezing the sensitive skin in his palms while he continues his rhythm with his mouth.
The added sensation has Wooyoung tossing his head back against the pillows, writhing and clutching San’s hair. “Fuck,” he gasps out, “Fuck, you’re doing so good, San-ah.”
It only fuels San to take in more of Wooyoung, making the lewdest of noises as he pops on and off Wooyoung’s cock, the slide of his tongue against his length making Wooyoung curse again, letting out another moan.
Wooyoung doesn't want to cum before San since tonight is decidedly all about making San feel good. He tortures himself even still, waiting until he’s close before he finally pulls San off his cock, grip firm in his hair.
San is caught off guard, eyes wide and lips slick with pre cum and saliva all over. He whines, pawing at Wooyoung’s cock, only to have his hands slapped away. “Hands off, pup. There’s so much more I want to do with you still. C’mon. Up.”
Wooyoung stands up from the couch and gestures for San to do the same. San wordlessly rises up to his feet, not bothering to wipe his mouth as Wooyoung pulls him towards San’s bedroom. San is practically whining against his neck again, begging for Wooyoung to hurry.
They’re all over each other once the bedroom door closes shut and San’s back falls onto the bed, Wooyoung following suit. Wooyoung climbs over San and he kisses him, hot and languid, watching as a string of spit hangs between them when he pulls away.
San looks up at him, tongue hanging out in a daze. Wooyoung chuckles at him, his expression dark. “I’m going to ruin you, San-ah. Gonna have your hole shaped to my cock. Gonna fuck your pretty little hole with my tongue, get you nice and loose for me before I fuck you, yeah?”
“Please. P-Please. I need it. Woo—“ San gasps at the filth Wooyoung whispers against his mouth, reaching over to grasp the outline of his cock over his shorts, only for Wooyoung to slap his hand away. San whines as Wooyoung caresses his hand right after, rubbing his thumb along San’s wrist before taking his hands and placing them above San’s head.
“Keep them there like a good pup. If you move them, you don’t get to cum,” Wooyoung tells him, looking him in the eyes. “Okay?”
San nods. “Mhm, yessir,” he slurs out, eyes glossed over with need as Wooyoung flips him over easily. San’s mouth is muffled against the sheets and while he keeps his hands over his head dutifully, he squirms in Wooyoung’s hold as Wooyoung pulls his shorts down in one swift move.
He hears Wooyoung suck in a breath, and San rolls his hips against the sheets involuntarily at the gush of cool air that hits his ass, feeling all too exposed under Wooyoung’s gaze. His cock basks in the friction of the sheets and he tries to subtly roll his hips again in search of it, but Wooyoung is quick to clock it.
San feels a slap on his ass and it sends a wave of shock down his spine as his body quivers, a moan in the form of Wooyoung’s name leaving his parted lips. “Don’t get off until I tell you to, baby. You’ll cum when I ask you to.”
San shivers. He’s never been spoken to like this. He’s never had his ass spanked either. And god, had it been worth the wait. The momentary pain quickly morphs into pleasure and he finds himself wanting so much more.
“What if I do?” San turns his head to look back at Wooyoung, who is sitting between his thighs, naked in all his glory now, the solid planes across his torso driving San mad. San’s eyes fall to Wooyoung’s cock that’s still painfully erect and throbbing and he practically salivates, but this time with the thought of having it in him.
With the thought of Wooyoung fucking into him playing in his mind, San ruts against the sheets again, also deliberately disobeying Wooyoung.
Predictably, Wooyoung isn’t happy. “Brat,” he spits out and San doubles forward, his body shaking when he feels another slap on his ass, this time far sharper than the first hit. San whimpers, grabbing onto the plushie in front of him as Wooyoung squeezes his asscheeks and slaps them again, quickly and intentionally.
“W-Wooyoung-ah, feels good. More, more,” San hiccups, actually grinding his ass against Wooyoung’s palm for more. Wooyoung grimaces at San biting his lips, eyes shut when he spanks him again, San’s ass now a deep shade of red with Wooyoung’s handprints etched into his skin.
“You’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you? Should’ve known you’d be such a slut for pain. You’re a nasty little thing, hm, baby? Or are you just like that with me? Tell me, San-ah.” Wooyoung turns San on his back again. He slaps San’s cock, a small smile playing on his lips as San squirms from the impact, his cock throbbing with want, his tip all red and dripping with pre-cum already.
“Just for you,” San whines, “Only you. I’m your—” San is interrupted by Wooyoung slapping his cock again, his erection hitting his stomach, stinging from the fleeting stimulation. “Y-your slut. You could do whatever you want with me and I’d take it.”
“That’s right, you're such a sweet boy. Tried to be a brat for one whole second before you realized you’d rather be my pretty, pliant doll, hm? Putty in my hands, oh you’re so good for me, aren’t you, Sannie?” Wooyoung prods, spreading San’s legs apart to position his head between them.
San nods, eyes wide as he blinks down at Wooyoung. “I am, I am. I promise. M’gonna be good for you now.”
“Good boy. Maybe you deserve a little reward for coming around.”
Wooyoung doesn’t tease San any longer. He spreads San’s ass and leans forward, pushing his tongue right through the ring of muscles, which earns him a pleased whine from San. Wooyoung spreads his cheeks wider to reach even deeper, hollowing his mouth and fucking his tongue in and out of San’s hole. San gasps, writhing against Wooyoung’s tongue, unconsciously fucking himself back into it with more force, longing for the pleasure, but Woououng is somehow stronger and holds San in place, his strong arms caging San and leaving him completely at his mercy. It turns San on even more as he weakly attempts to fight Wooyoung’s hold, never actually lucking out with an escape.
Wooyoung circles his tongue inside San, licking the rim, and forces his tongue in and out at a fast pace. San rewards him with the most beautiful sounds and Wooyoung feels his hard cock brushing against the side of the bed. “Fuck, I could do that all day,” Wooyoung breathes against San’s ass and San lets out a needy whine in return.
“Please,” San begs again when Wooyoung only blows a little against his hole. Before San can register anything, Wooyoung is uncapping the bottle of lube on his bedside table and he pushes his tongue and a wet finger into San. San’s body shakes at the sensation, and his thighs tremble as he moans against the sheets, all desperate and whiny.
Wooyoung alternates between blowing over San’s rim and fucking him open with his fingers, slowly increasing his pace when he feels San get looser and looser around him. When he adds a second finger in, San chokes on his breath, mind in a haze of need, wanting nothing but Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung.
"Fuck," San moans, his fingernails digging into the sheets as Wooyoung continues to tease him. San makes a motion with his hips, rolling them and bucking into Wooyoung’s fingers to tell him he wants more, and Wooyoung smiles wittingly. He pushes in a third finger that has San twisting his back and hiccupping as if he’s losing all air. Wooyoung has San whimpering while he firmly presses against his prostate as he works him open, and he’s making noises that sound borderline pornographic, the way he’s completely at a loss for words and has to resort to just hiccuping and moaning.
San whines finally, "Wooyoung, I’m opened up enough, please fuck me." Wooyoung chuckles at that, curling his fingers once more before sliding them out. San slowly lets his thighs drop when Wooyoung pulls away.
“Wanna see you fall apart, San-ah. Turn around.” Wooyoung doesn’t wait for San to move. He manhandles San, turning him back over to examine his already-fucked-out state. San’s breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and he’s batting his eyelashes at Wooyoung lazily.
“Wooyoung-ah, I’ve waited long enough, please fuck me. Please, please, please.” San begs so prettily, bucking up into Wooyoung’s hands on his thighs.
“Mm, so, so easy for me. My needy, little pup.” Wooyoung presses his cock between San’s asscheeks. He grips his hips and slowly pushes in, already staggering forward at the tight heat San swallows him into. San’s teeth press into his bottom lip while feeling Wooyoung’s cock stretch him, the sensation burning in his lower stomach as he gets filled in with nothing but Wooyoung’s cock, slowly pumping in and out of him.
The first thrust has San gasping out, “Fuck,” faster than ever, and his nails claw at the sheets, desperate for a hold of something. Wooyoung’s thick, cock stretches him open, further than his fingers have ever taken him and San’s eyes roll back, his mouth parting open to scream Wooyoung’s name.
Wooyoung’s movements hit deep, and he waits until he’s buried in the hilt of San’s warmth before he drags away and snaps back in, his hips slapping against San’s thighs.
“Ah! Ah, Wooyoung, fuck fuck fuck, you’re so b-big.”
Wooyoung’s hands find their way to San’s chest as he continues to thrust into him, and he pinches and flicks his nipples, which makes San scream out again. “Should’ve known you’d be loud, San-ah. Might have to put a gag in your mouth next time, hm? Have you bite down on one of your plushies. Everyone on your floor can hear how well you take cock, baby. You sound so fucking sexy for me.” Wooyoung’s voice is raspy, sounds so fucked out and low that it has San squirming in his grip.
San’s face scrunches up, eyes squeezing shut as his cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red with the newfound knowledge of how loud he’s being. He still doesn’t stop though, still moaning and arching his back for Wooyoung, meeting his cock in the middle as Wooyoung pounds into him, supporting his waist with every thrust.
"Harder," San whines, eyes closed.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” Wooyoung says and San whines again but obeys regardless, eyes fluttering open. “Say please, darling.”
San groans as Wooyoung slows his movements and his cock pathetically twitches over his stomach, so pent up and hard, leaking everywhere even though he’s yet to cum.
“Please,” San gasps out, “please fuck me harder. Need it. Need you inside me, need you in my stomach, wanna feel you, fuck, please, Wooyoung, please. Wanna—” San’s cut off by Wooyoung’s thrusts building up again, and Wooyoung’s cock is ramming into him with full force this time, making San shoot up at the impact, whining loudly as the sound of his bed frame hitting the wall resonates throughout the room.
“You’re so fucking tight for me, San-ah. So fucking wet too. Hear that, baby?” San gasps when he registers the squelch of Wooyoung’s cock slipping in and out of him, and it’s so nasty, it turns them on even more.
“W-Wooyoung, don’t wanna cum yet,” San managed to gasp out when he feels that familiar pressure building up. Wooyoung halts his thrusts, cock still buried deep inside of San, and he cocks his head to the side, a little confused.
“Is there something you want, San-ah?” Wooyoung notices how shifty San is all of a sudden, his expression shy and sheepish and this drives Wooyoung even more insane considering Wooyoung’s cock is currently pulsating inside of him.
“I just— Well, I really want to—” San fumbles over his words, eyes going wide when Wooyoung absentmindedly leans closer, trying to show San he’s listening but he accidentally jostles his cock inside of San. San lets out half a moan, eyes sucking in a breath. Wooyoung lays his hand on San’s chest, a silent apology.
“Can I?” San mumbles and Wooyoung lets him have his way, out of sheer curiosity. He maneuvers them in a way that Wooyoung is now lying down with his back on the bed and San slowly crawls on top of him, hesitation lingering in his facial expression. This brawny man suddenly reduced to the mannerisms of a fumbling schoolboy is a sight that leaves Wooyoung devastated and it only fuels the need to take San apart, to ruin him and mark him all over, just the way he deserves.
It’s when San hovers over him, his ass over Wooyoung’s cock, that Wooyoung realizes what he’s asking for.
Permission.
San waits patiently, folded arms on his thighs as he looks at Wooyoung, so obedient for Wooyoung, so pliant.
“You want to ride me, baby?” Wooyoung asks, watching San like a hawk. San bites his lips, slowly nodding in affirmation.
“Yeah. Want it so bad.” San boldly runs his hands down Wooyoung’s torso, “Please?”
Wooyoung reaches up to cup San’s cheeks. “Of course you can, hm? Seems like more of a win for me, doesn’t it? Having a pretty thing on top of me doing all the work? Go on, darling, have at it. Show me what you’ve got.” Wooyoung chuckles, his eyes dark as he pats San’s cheek and gestures for him to continue.
San appears determined as he holds Wooyoung’s cock and finally positions it near his rim before he slowly sinks down on it, mouth parting open as he takes all of Wooyoung in.
Wooyoung watches in awe. “Fuck, you were made to ride cock, baby. Look at you. You’re gorgeous like this.”
The compliments get to San and it gets him going even more when Wooyoung’s hands find his waist but he doesn’t do anything, only keeps them there so that San can feel him while he moves. San starts bouncing up and down and that’s when Wooyoung’s grip on him tightens, helping him keep a steady rhythm as their moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room.
“S’deep,” San whimpers, his hands splayed on Wooyoung’s chest as he rolls his hips forward, a sheen of sweat building up on his forehead and chest as moves up and down, gasping every time he feels the stretch of Wooyoung’s cock, gliding past his walls and hitting his prostate, over and over.
Wooyoung’s eyes travel down San’s body as he fucks himself down on his dick and he notices his skin is glistening with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead and lips red from biting, his muscles in his thighs burning both from the exercise and the pleasure threatening to make him explode. He’s whimpering, and the way Wooyoung has his eyes fixed on him only adds to it, making his toes curl with a need for release.
San tries to keep the same momentum going while Wooyoung eggs him on from below him, encouraging his movements with his hand and his filthy words. However, he’s breathless and his legs are shaking, his movements getting messier as he feels that pressure build up again, his cock throbbing painfully.
San lets out a whimper that catches Wooyoung’s attention immediately, his movements still ongoing but noticeably slower. “Poor baby. Tired already, hm?” Wooyoung admonishes and San pouts, about to protest when Wooyoung suddenly decides to take him by surprise, a rather smug smile on his lips as he fucks up into San, his cock digging against San’s prostate.
San lets out his loudest moan yet, naturally throwing his head back at the overstimulation when Wooyoung also grabs a hold of his aching cock, finally pumping it with the same rigor as his own cock moving within San.
San is left a mess on top of him as he lets Wooyoung take over, his thrusts hitting deeper and deeper into San so that he can practically feel him in his stomach, satiating a need that San wasn’t aware he had. San is reduced to gasps and he feels so cock dumb, so drawn in by Wooyoung that all he can think to enunciate is chants of, “ ah ” and “Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung”, both of which are more than enough to keep Wooyoung going.
“I-Im close. Wooyoung, I’m gonna cum,” San warns, eyes squeezing shut from how intense the build-up is. He feels his insides in a twist, his cock pulsating in Wooyoung’s grip.
“Me too, baby. Cum for me, hm? You’re doing so good, pup. Cum, baby, cum,” Wooyoung says and it’s enough to drive San over the edge, his body shaking as his cock finally gets its release, shooting cum all over Wooyoung’s torso as San moans Wooyoung’s name. Wooyoung gives San one final thrust and finds himself finishing inside San, warm cum filling his walls, making San sigh in contentment as he flops on top of Wooyoung.
Wooyoung’s cock softens inside of San but it remains in him even though Wooyoung makes the move to pull out because San murmurs in protest and swats his hand away lightly. San buries his face in Wooyoung’s chest, lips placing a light kiss there. “Wanna be full for a while,” he mumbles and Wooyoung can’t help but oblige him, impossibly fond.
Wooyoung wraps his arms around San’s back and his fingers reach up to comb through San’s hair slowly, letting San take his time with recovering. “You did so good for me, San-ah. You were perfect. So perfect for me,” Wooyoung says near his ear before placing a kiss against his earlobe. “My pretty kitten.”
San whines happily against Wooyoung’s neck and wordlessly places another kiss on his collarbone.
Several moments pass by them as they remain stuck in time, lying in the same position before Wooyoung finally speaks again. “San-ah? Baby, do you feel okay?”
San lifts his head up to meet Wooyoung’s eyes, his gaze a little sleepy. “Mhm.”
“Is it okay if I pull out?” San nods and hisses softly when Wooyoung slides out of him, his hole clenching around nothing, silently mourning the loss of being full. “Did you have a good time, baby?”
A small smile slips over San’s lips. “I did. You were amazing. I loved it all,” San tells him in response, his gaze falling to Wooyoung’s lips.
“You deserved it all,” Wooyoung says earnestly. “You shouldn’t have to settle for anything less. Like I said, people are assholes for making assumptions about you.”
San considers it for a moment and then decides he shouldn’t overthink it. He leans forward and kisses Wooyoung, soft and slow, brushing their lips together until Wooyoung eventually kisses him back, bringing up a hand to cup San’s cheek.
San pulls away and he finds Wooyoung smiling at him.
“What was that for?” Wooyoung asks, an eyebrow raised in amusement.
“Just felt like it,” San says, a little shy but still holding his ground, keeping his eyes fixed on Wooyoung. He doesn’t know where this leaves him and Wooyoung and he’s desperate to find out.
“San—”
“Wooyoung—”
They both falter, mouths snapping shut as they eye each other carefully, both of them hesitant to finish their sentence.
“You first,” Wooyoung urges gently, and his gaze is much softer in comparison to before. All that lust, all that need and unhinged desire is now replaced by something else, something just as strong and meaningful, but it’s different and San can feel it. He feels like there’s something there, something substantial. Which is why he doesn't feel the need to second guess the next words that come out of his mouth.
“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
Wooyoung’s mouth parts open and for a fraction of a second, San is worried he’s crossed a line Wooyoung hadn’t been expecting him to.
But Wooyoung is quick to pipe up. “Well, neither do I.”
San blinks down at him, his brain taking a little longer to process the positive response.
“Oh.”
Wooyoung smiles at him and for the love of god, has he always had such a pretty smile?
“Yeah, oh,” Wooyoung echoes him. “I was attracted to you that first night we met. And honestly…”
San feels his heart skip a beat in his chest. “Yeah?” He urges Wooyoung this time, eager to hear him out.
Wooyoung leans upwards to peck San’s lips. “Honestly, I think I’ve liked you ever since but just didn’t know if I could cross the line. I also wasn’t sure if you reciprocated any of these feelings.”
It’s San’s turn to laugh. “Oh, I so did. I wanted you to fuck me in Mingi’s bedroom.”
Wooyoung laughs. “We can still make that happen.”
San swats his arm. “He’d murder us.”
Wooyoung shrugs. “Worth it.” San giggles, snuggling closer to Wooyoung on instinct.
“Is this okay?” San asks right after, suddenly a little self-conscious.
Wooyoung repositions them ever so slightly in response and he wraps his arms around San while letting their legs intertwine freely. “More than okay.”
San smiles into Wooyoung’s chest and thinks about how he can’t remember ever feeling as euphoric and content after being with someone as he does now. Come to think about it, it’s always been like this with Wooyoung. They’ve always had the same interests, San has always turned to him for the smallest of things, they just make sense together.
San feels euphoric, and it’s a feeling he wants to hold onto. Wooyoung feels like someone he wants to hold onto.
It’s at that very moment that Wooyoung turns to him that San realizes Wooyoung is mirroring the look in San’s eyes. One of infinite possibilities.
Wooyoung leans closer to San.
“So, what are you doing this Friday?”
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