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“Sannie!” Wooyoung said as he walked into the living room.
San should have seen it coming, it was Wooyoung after all. Despite having been together for a few months, they hadn't actually been intimate yet. San was honestly just trying to be a gentleman. Wooyoung was just so pretty and perfect that he wanted to treat him right. That's not to say their shared boyfriend, Hongjoong, didn't deserve to be romanced too, he just hadn't left room for discussion. He bed both of them separately, and San was fine with that. More than fine, but he was a little hesitant about Wooyoung. Not that there was anything wrong with Wooyoung, it’s just that San was a little different in the bedroom. Especially depending on what position he took. Knowing what he did about the fiery fox, San would definitely be taking the top role in their dynamic.
When Wooyoung walked in, San felt his mouth go dry. He was wearing a sinfully tight, red lace bodysuit. There were matching thigh highs that squeezed the bit of fat at the top of his legs just right. His hair was fluffy, bangs hiding his eyes making him look sweet and demure. San had never understood the feelings of wanting to devour someone whole until this exact moment. Wooyoung was like sin and temptation on legs, and he couldn’t even will his body to move. He sat there, dick hard, but the rest of him went completely limp. As if he couldn't even feel the rest of his body. All sensation, all brain function, went straight to his cock that was straining in his joggers.
“Woo,” he managed to breath out, completely overtaken by the fallen angel whose hips shook side to side as he padded up to him. Warm weight settled down in his lap, flush against his chest. Wooyoung carded his long fingers through San’s hair before tugging him in for a kiss.
San was malleable, following the rhythm that Wooyoung was setting. His hands clenched onto the fabric of the couch, unsure of what to do with them.
“Touch me, Sannie, please,” Wooyoung breathed against his mouth before diving in for more messy, tongue filled kisses. San grabbed onto his hips, squeezing the flesh with his hands and moaning into his mouth hungrily. Wooyoung just felt so good, like he was meant to be in his lap like this. He let his hands slide along the seam of the suit, finding his ass and grasping that hard too. He wanted to just squeeze every soft inch of him. Kneading him all over. Licking into his mouth with fervor, and tasting his sultry moans.
Wooyoung pulled away, huffing to catch his breath. His cheeks were pink, just like his swollen spit slick lips. “Take me to bed?”
There’s no way San could have ignored such a direct command. Even if it was worded like a question, he knew it wasn't up for debate. He carried Wooyoung with his hands under his butt, oh so careful to hold him gently. He was a precious jewel after all. Wooyoung wasn't weak or delicate, but he was incredibly treasured. San stood up, muscles flexing and bulging as he did. He resumed their previous kissing as he took them to his bedroom. They all had separate bedrooms in the house, not because they didn’t like each other, but it was important to have a place that you can go to that was all yours. Hongjoong could fill his room with art; Wooyoung could fill his with history books, fashion, and shoes; San could fill his with poetry, cute things, and plushies. It just worked.
He quickly laid Wooyoung down on the bed, watching as he lifted his arms up and stretched out his body. His eyes were hooded, pupils dilated from lust. He looked vulnerable and ripe for the taking. San licked his lips, “How…do you want to do this?” He wished his voice didn’t sound so small and weak. He just wanted to make this good for his boyfriend, to give him exactly what he wanted.
“Fuck me, Sannie. I'll even be on top if you want. Hyung told me you get a little lost in pleasure, and that's ok with me,” Wooyoung answered, spreading his legs wide and showing the bulge in the front of his lingerie.
“I… get lost like that when I'm bottoming. It's ok, Wooyoungie. I got you,” San said with complete confidence. He would take care of Wooyoung, no matter what it was that he wanted. San would give, because that's the kind of person he was. No matter what was asked, he always gave it 100% of his attention. He easily laid in between Wooyoung’s spread legs, and let his hands wander across his body. Teasing at his full chest, tracing his fingers across his stomach, gripping at his waist, grabbing onto his thighs and letting his fingers playfully snap the band of his thigh highs. San kissed Wooyoung hard, swallowing his sweet moans, easily devouring each and every sigh that slipped past his plump lips.
“Can I take this off?” he asked, running his hands along the pretty body suit that was currently wet in the front where it trapped Wooyoung’s hard cock. He didn’t want to ruin something that made him look so pretty, so he was trying to ask before he was completely overcome with lust and ripped it instead to get what he wanted.
Wooyoung smirked, sitting up and running his palms across San’s broad shoulders down to his bulging biceps, squeezing the muscles. “Rip it,” he panted, letting the guttural growl and tone of his desire coat San’s ears.
San closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He's just lucky he didn't immediately cum from that. Wooyoung had no idea just how gorgeous and perfect he was. How sexy and desirable he looked. He had two men wrapped around his fingers, and still somehow didn't see it. San would show him. He grabbed the front of his body suit, roughly tugging Wooyoung's pliable body up. Using both hands, muscles straining, he tore the suit into two pieces. He didn't bother with more, already seeing his desired prize. He buried himself into Wooyoung's chest, mouthing at the firm, muscular mounds. Tasting the sweat that covered his golden body in a thin sheen. Lips and tongue eagerly finding one of his small nipples, and nibbling until they were stiff and rosy.
“Sannie,” Wooyoung moaned, his hands anchored in his hair. He didn't pull, just held tightly like it was a lifeline. San pushed him back, and he landed on the mattress, moaning when he heard more ripping. He felt lips and tongue follow the ruined fabric with hickies and teeth.
“Sannie,” he said again. Whispered, reverent like a prayer. Chanting it, unending. His body felt hot, melting like a candle under San’s mouth. He didn't know if he wanted him to keep touching and teasing his body, or if he wanted to tug him up and kiss his sweet pink lips. So he did nothing, laying there, waiting to be devoured by San’s curious hands and mouth as he explored every inch of his body. Wooyoung arched into the touch, desperate and greedy to feel even more.
The fabric easily broke under San's strength, ripping it completely so the tattered pieces framed Wooyoung's naked body. He heard Wooyoung let out a breath of relief when his hard cock finally came free. “So pretty,” he murmured, running his palm down Wooyoung's torso and slightly defined abdomen. He skimmed his fingertips over his hard cock, smirking when it bobbed.
Wooyoung reached up under the pillow and found the bottle of lube he stashed there. He already opened himself up, but there's no such thing as too much prep. He tossed it down to San, spreading his legs farther. He laid his arms above himself, stretching out like a satisfied cat. He knew he looked good, arching his back, making his chest look even fuller. He fluttered his lashes, pouting his lips out. “I shouldn't be the only one naked,” he said cutely.
San fumbled with the lube, his eyes completely riveted to Wooyoung's body. He just wanted to touch him all over, lay kisses all over his beautiful boy, but his dick was so hard it was almost painful. He finally pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He was all broad shoulders and hard muscles. He felt a little shy as he saw Wooyoung eyeing him with hunger. He had worked really hard to look good and to get strong. He liked that Wooyoung was appreciating it. He slid off the bed and shimmied out of his joggers. He was bare underneath, never really one for wearing underwear. He hissed when his hard cock hit the air. The temperature difference made him shiver. He quickly climbed back in between Wooyoung's thighs, feeling the heat rolling off his frame.
“Hey there, handsome,” Wooyoung said with a giggle.
“Hey there, yourself,” San said, gripping at Wooyoung's hips and thighs, “God, Woo, you're so pretty.” He lifted one of Wooyoung's legs and brought it to his shoulder, leaning down to kiss and bite at his luscious thighs. He teased the sensitive flesh with his lips, just happy mouthing at him and hearing his soft pretty moans.
Wooyoung felt like he might vibrate into pieces. San was being so sweet, gently touching and caressing him. It made him feel so loved, and it was so tender it almost brought tears to his eyes. He wanted to be closer to San, so much closer; this was the best way to do so. “San-ah, fuck me. Don't tease,” he whined.
“Oh, ‘m sorry, Youngie,” San murmured, finding the lube again and now coating his fingers. He let Wooyoung's leg fall off his shoulder, watching as he spread his legs wide again, tatters of his lingerie still laying against his golden skin. He wasted no more time, guiding his slick hand between Wooyoung's thighs, and pressed a finger against his rim, spreading the lube before pressing it in. He was already loose, because of course he was. He shook his head with a small chuckle before pressing in a second finger.
Wooyoung gasped; San’s fingers were shorter than his own, but they were so much thicker. There was a slight stretch, a little bit of a burn that made him know he could feel it. He liked it, the little bit of pain with his pleasure. He could feel a third finger teasing his rim, and he pushed his hips down onto his fingers, wanting and craving more. He wanted to ask for it, but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Luckily, San could read him like a book. That was the magic of the chemistry between them. No words, just being able to read each other's body language. When San’s third finger pushed in, he moaned, thighs trembling in pleasure. They worked his insides, stretching and prepping him to take his cock. He wanted to beg to just fuck him already, but that concentrated look on San’s face, eyebrows furrowed, he looked so cute. He enjoyed the full feeling, the pads of fingertips brushing against his prostate making his breath hitch in his throat. When they finally pulled free he swallowed down a whine, knowing better was coming.
“You still okay?” San asked, eyes trailing all over Wooyoung's sweaty body. He just wanted to make this good for him.
Wooyoung laughed. San was just so fucking cute sometimes. “I'd be better if you fucked me,” he said, playfully rolling his eyes.
San laughed, jokingly slapping the outside of Wooyoung's thighs only to get a pornographic moan in response. He wasn't proud of the way his cock twitched at that. He grabbed the lube after shaking his head, trying to clear out the loud horny thoughts. Why have horny thoughts when the literal cure for them was laying in front of him like a debauched angel? He slathered lube onto his cock, rubbing the excess onto Wooyoung's rim before finally wiping the rest off on the bed. Maybe not the best decision, but they'd have to wash the sheets after this anyway. He grabbed his cock by the base, and finally pushed it inside of Wooyoung with a rough snap of his hips. The pleasure was instant. Wooyoung's warm, wet texture walls hugged his cock in the most perfect way. The way it squeezed seemed to take his breath away along with his ability to think. He began to thrust inside, rolling his hips fluidly in a way only years of dancing could provide.
Wooyoung hitched his legs up and around San, locking his ankles around his back. “Christ, Sannie. Your cock is so big,” he whined, reaching a hand down to feel along his stomach, a barely there bump already forming. If San fucked him a little harder, he would definitely bulge out obscenely. He wanted that. He wanted to be run through by San’s thick cock. He reached both hands up, carding through San’s shaggy dark hair. He tugged on it slightly, his own cock throbbed in want when he heard the slutty moan it drew from him . He grinned, noticing how absolutely wrecked San looked while buried in his hole. He tightened his thighs. “Does it feel good inside of me?” he whispered.
San almost sobbed. It did, it felt so fucking good inside of Wooyoung. His hips moved on their own, aching to relieve the pressure building up in his gut. He didn't want to cum quickly, but he almost couldn't help it. He whined, trapped in Wooyoung's heat by the feet locked around him. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Over and over. Pounding into him like a jackhammer. Hearing his sighs and high moans. Degrading and praising him, making his brain feel so fuzzy.
“Such a good kitten. Fuck me harder,” Wooyoung commanded.
San was a good boy. Fucking Wooyoung even harder, grabbing onto his thighs and slamming into him. He wheezed for breath when Wooyoung's head tipped back with a loud whine, and he could see his cock bulging his belly. He knew he was big and Wooyoung was so small, but this was something else. With a cry, he came. Endless spurts of semen filled Wooyoung up.
Wooyoung went to reach for his cock, wanting to cum. He squeaked when San slapped his hand away and began to start up a ruthless rhythm of his hips again.
“Can cum more than once,” San grit out between his teeth. He knew his limits. Eventually, the painful overstimulation would tumble into pleasure so he started fucking into Wooyoung with reckless abandon again. Trying to focus on the slapping of their skin together, on Wooyoung’s gasps of pleasure, how pretty and debauched he looked while San gave him everything. His insides were so slick, cum frothing around his cock as he kept fucking into his now sloppy hole. He leaned into Wooyoung's space, kissing his lips. Melting into him, synching their breaths.
Wooyoung felt hot all over. Body sweating, legs unlocking, like letting a bull out of its pen. He sobbed in pleasure, crystalline tears dripping down his face as San seemed to pound him even harder with his full range of movement. He couldn't think, mind blanked out in ecstasy. He could feel his orgasm building by feeling San’s big cock rubbing against everything that felt good inside of him. Every thrust sent him careening into orgasmic bliss.
“Feel so good. So pretty. So perfect.” The over simulation tumbled into pleasure, and San was outright sobbing now. He couldn't stop talking, hips frantically humping at this point. He was desperate and sloppy, everything felt like cotton candy. He was drooling, and he felt stupid. He'd never lost himself during sex like this, but he didn't hate it. It was so good, and Wooyoung was touching him sweet and gentle, moaning and groaning to encourage him to keep going.
“I-I - ah! Ngh, Sannie~!” Wooyoung tried, but he couldn't form a sentence. Pleasure sparked up his spine, and his body drew tight like a bow as he came, ribbons of cum streaking between their bodies. His eyes fluttered as a whiny and pornographic moan echoed through the room.
He looked beautiful, he sounded beautiful, and San wanted to write poetry dedicated to this moment. Watching and hearing Wooyoung unravel beneath him sent him into a frenzy, fucking his hips a few more times and spilling inside Wooyoung before he could even whine in overstimulation. He flopped down on top of Wooyoung, not caring if he was spreading the mess. They were both sweaty and gross and would need a shower. He hummed when he felt Wooyoung's hands running through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.
“You are such a cat,” Wooyoung said with a soft chuckle. His voice was scratchy and fucked out, but still so cute.
“Feels nice,” San said, rubbing his cheek against Wooyoung's neck.
“Better than being inside of me?” Wooyoung asked, making a face when San’s softening cock slipped out of him. He could feel thick cum leaking out of his abused hole.
“Different things,” San said with a soft chuckle. Wooyoung knew if he could see him, he'd also see the dimples in his cheeks.
“We need a shower.”
“Hey, San -Oh!”
San and Wooyoung both jumped as Hongjoong walked in. It's not that they were doing anything wrong, they just didn't expect to see their workaholic boyfriend, let alone have him walk into this room.
“Hey, hyung,” San said with a soft smile.
“I was going to ask if you've seen Woo because he wasn't in his room,” Hongjoong said, a small smirk creeping onto his face. He was shamelessly looking at their naked bodies still tangled together.
“Found me,” Wooyoung said. “I know that look, let us eat first. And not like that!” He felt a need to add that on as Hongjoong's smirk grew wider.
“I'll go start up a bath. I need to know how Wooyoung seduced you.”
“I'm very sexy, thank you!” Wooyoung yelled out as Hongjoong walked out the door. He turned to find San staring down at him, shaky arms holding his upper body up. He wrapped his arms behind his neck and tugged him down for a kiss. “I love you. Thank you. You made it so good for me.”
“Did I? I'm so glad. I love you, too.” He dragged his nose across his cheek before pressing a soft kiss there.
“Me on top next time?”
“I'd love that.”
“Hurry up! I need details,” Hongjoong yelled from the hallway.
San and Wooyoung shared a look before breaking out into twin laughter. It was nice they had something else that they could share together. Maybe Wooyoung could convince him to share even more together. He shared clothes with Hongjoong, maybe he could share a tattoo with San. Who knows what life had in store for them all? He'd have fun no matter what, as long as he had his boyfriends at his side.
San was glad he could make this good for Wooyoung. He wanted to be able to make their first time special. Leave it to Woo to make it special even if it was a bit mundane. He got off the bed and picked Wooyoung up bridal style to carry him to the bath. He pressed a kiss to his temple, loving the soft blush that dusted his cheeks. It seems when it comes to Wooyoung, every moment is special.
Hongjoong got a kiss from them both as they passed by him. Being in love was so nice. It was going to be even better once Hongjoong got his hands on both of them at the same time.