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Yunho was late. Not fashionably late, not “super cool dude strolls into class ten minutes after attendance” late. More so, sweaty and out of breath late. The professor barely glances as Yunho pushes through the lecture hall door. “Find a seat. Now.” Yunho walks up the trail of stairs, waving at his friends as he reaches the top. He turns to his right, a group of cute girls and an open seat beside them. Yunho reaches for the chair before one of them grabs his wrist, “Sorry! Occupied.” and turns back to face the professor. It isn’t until t-minus 10 seconds that a girl comes running in, same fashion as Yunho and runs up to the seat he would’ve been sat in.
He turns to his left and lets out a sigh. Jung Wooyoung. Jung Wooyoung who went to high-school with him. Jung Wooyoung who travelled in packs of beautiful girls like a glitter infested cult leader. Jung Wooyoung who once death dropped in the cafeteria because someone played Lady Gaga too loud through a speaker. And most importantly, Jung Wooyoung who is gay. Wooyoung gleamed from over his laptop, “You can sit here!” patting the seat beside him. Yunho forces a smile. “Hi, Wooyoung.” Yunho whispers out, “Hi, Yunho!! I’m surprised you remembered my name.” Wooyoung is so bright, his hand presses against his chest, holding his heart dramatically. Why wouldn’t I? Yunho questions but his eyes choose to focus on the formulas sprawling across the board.
It isn’t until the last 10 minutes of the lecture that the classroom is provided worksheets and the fortunate opportunity to chat while completing it that Wooyoung turns to Yunho. “Hey, you play valorant right?” Yunho freezes at that, “Yeah, how can you tell?” Wooyoung stifles a laugh at that. “Dude, look at your fingers on the table. They’re subconsciously on the keys. You also made the ace sound effect when you got something right. Hummed it.” Wooyoung sits back in his chair, watching Yunho put a hand over his mouth as he laughs. “Okay, that’s fine. How do you know that they all came from valorant? Do you play?” Yunho questions, “I do. I’m not very good tho, I play for my friends.” Wooyoung answers. “No way-“ We should play. dies out on Yunho’s tongue when the bell rings. “Tell me more next time, I need to know what rank you hit this act.” Wooyoung packs up his bag and waves Yunho off. A group of girls crowding at the door, waiting for him. Yunho watches how he blends with them, how they listen intently as he speaks.
At some point over the last few months, sitting next to Wooyoung had stopped feeling humiliating and started feeling… normal. Easy, even. They studied together now sometimes. Ate lunch together occasionally too, though Yunho still pretended it was accidental whenever his friends asked. Yunho hated that. Not in the way his friends expected him to. In the more inconvenient way, because hating Wooyoung would be easier if he was annoying. Easier to hate him if he was too loud, obnoxious, unfunny or more so one of those people who made being gay their whole personality back in highschool the way Yunho always assumed back then. Instead, Wooyoung was just nice. Annoying, possibly. But in the way a puppy would tug your jean leg to play. He was loud with the way he loves, overly affectionate and touchy at that. The girls adored him, professors too. It was insane how the statistics professors softened up when he spoke, listening attentively when he had a question.
Wooyoung never judged Yunho. Not even when he came into class, still half asleep and eventually came out about why he was up all night— which was always because his friends convinced him to play one more ranked game. Not even when he accidentally revealed that he still sleeps with the animal plush his friends won for him. It did weird things to Yunho’s chest. Made his heart flutter when Wooyoung laughed a little too loud and his hand wrapped around Yunho’s shoulder.
“Are you going to San’s party tonight?” Wooyoung asked, typing into his laptop. “Probably.” Wooyoung gasped, toward nobody in particular. “You’re going too?” Yunho chuckled at Wooyoung’s expression. “Duh? Who else is gonna make sure his heterosexual male friends don’t dress like divorced fathers at a pre-k meeting?” Wooyoung gave Yunho a look, his eyes flickering up and down to his outfit. “Hey!” Yunho curled into himself, “I’m kidding, babe.” Wooyoung reassured him, a small pout on his lips as he pinched Yunho.
Yunho walked into the cramped apartment, the bass of the music loud enough to shake someone’s skull. He squeezed through people standing shoulder to shoulder, greeting familiar faces and accepting a drink from a friend. He eventually noticed his friend group and walked over. “Holy shit!” He spoke, hoping his friends would lipread incase they couldn’t hear him over the music. “I know! You want a drink?” Mingi spoke closer to his ear, Yunho shook his head, gesturing to the cup in his hand. “Drinking game?” Seonghwa suggested, gesturing to a group of people forming a circle on the floor.
Yunho is 4 drinks into a game of truth or drink when he gets up and decides to use the bathroom. He does his business and stumbles out, he’s tipsy to himself but barely there to everyone else. The music is loud enough that he can slightly hear the coherent conversations between the girls outside the door. He’s grateful to whoever turned it down cause now he can hear his own thoughts. A burst of contagious laughter rings in Yunho’s ears when he turns the corner.
Wooyoung, sitting cross legged on the kitchen counter surrounded by girls, gesturing dramatically with a red plastic cup between his fingers. His fingers adorned with big beautiful gem rings and retro bracelets around his wrist. Trading his usual oversized sweater for cropped black shirt with delicate rips, exposing a sliver of skin. A large leather jacket covering his shoulders and barrel jeans that covered the beautiful design on his leather boots. Yunho stared a second too long. From the marble kitchen counter, Wooyoung noticed him. A shift in his expression before he waved, all bright and in his usual manner.
Talking to Wooyoung sounded better than listening to another round of people yelling over eachother in the circle formed in San’s bedroom. Almost coincidentally, by the time Yunho had pushed himself apologetically through people all the girls around Wooyoung had disappeared. Wooyoung idly scrolling through his phone as Yunho approached. “Hey, Yuyu!” The nickname made his stomach turn, “Hey, Woo. Where’d your friends go?” Yunho questioned, rubbing the palms of his hands into his jeans pocket hoping it’ll make them less sweaty. “Bathroom. Probably wanted to take mirror pictures. They can’t go alone, it has to be together like whatever you guys hate me.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes sarcastically, Yunho smiles at that.
Twenty minutes in and Yunho’s leaning heavily against the kitchen counter while Wooyoung argued with three girls about how some celebrity broke up with their partner for publicity, and all Yunho could focus on was how Wooyoung talked with his hands. “Yunho,” Wooyoung said suddenly, turning toward him mid-conversation. “You okay?” “Hm?”
“You still with us, Yu?” Yunjin, a good friend of Wooyoung’s, questions. “I’m fine.” Yunho mumbles, a thumbs up going up to reassure them. “You’re swaying, you can hold on to me if you need some more support.” Wooyoung wraps a hand around the taller, pulling him closer but leaving him against the counter. “I’ll sit, can I sit here?” Yunho gestures to the barstool besides Wooyoung, “Sit up, giant.”
Wooyoung slid a shot across the marble top, “You’re taking this with me.” Yunho looked down at it suspiciously. “I don’t do shots.” Wooyoung gasped, “What do you mean you don’t do shots?” Yunho giggled at that. “I don’t like the burning part. People pretend like they’re fine after having one but you find them face planted into the grass afterwards.” Wooyoung stared at him for a second before bursting into a fit of laughter, “Yeah, babe but that’s only if they’re a lightweight like you are.” Yunho stopped, squinting at the shot. “Okay, i’m not— well, kind of.” Wooyoung grinned, “A little? Baby, you’re bright pink right now.”
Yunho reached for the shot, his ego somewhat deflated. Wooyoung grabbed his wrist, “Wait. You don’t know how.” Yunho scoffed. “I know how to drink.” Wooyoung stepped closer. “I know, sweetheart. Not a shot though.” His hand reached under Yunho’s stool and pulled the lever to lower him, the sudden jerk making Yunho squeak. “You can’t hesitate or it’ll taste worse.” He picked up his own shot glass first, tilting it slightly towards Yunho. “Watch me.” Wooyoung licked the salt of his hand, tipped his head back smoothly, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed, and immediately chased it with a lime slice. A smug expression on his pretty face as he turned to Yunho. “See? Easy.” Yunho narrowed his eyes, “Show off.” Wooyoung leaned in a little, pulling the shot into his own hands. “That exactly. Your turn.” Wooyoung handed him the shot.
Slowly pressing the shot against his lips, eyes darting between faces of girls he’d become acquainted with through Wooyoung. “No, wait-“ “Lick the salt.” Yunho’s eyebrow twitched up at that but did it anyway. Wooyoung’s hand wrapped around his wrist, “Alright, you gotta be quick yeah? Tilt your head back as your hand moves up, just like this—“ Wooyoung manually tilted Yunho’s head back, fingers slightly entangled in his hair. “And just let it go down, don’t let it be in your mouth too long.” Wooyoung’s breath brushed against his ear, “Open,” Yunho obeyed before his brain could catch up and down the liquor went. “Good boy.” Wooyoung praised softly, voice nearly disappearing beneath the music. “Chase it.” Yunho replicated the movement, just bite the lime. Yunho’s face contorted as the acidity of the lime hit his tongue. Yunjin falls to the floor laughing, Wooyoung stifles a giggle, “You did so good, it wasn’t that bad right?” His fingers still on the back of Yunho’s head now rubbing gently against his hair. Wooyoung was so close to him, he started to notice every detail he missed under the party lighting. The fine glitter scattered across his eyes, the smell of his sweet perfume and the alcohol on his breath mixing to make an addictive aroma.
Yunho kept staring at him afterwards. Not cause Wooyoung gentle guiding him into his first shot was extremely intimate but because he couldn’t stop noticing things. The smudge of glitter on his eyes, the hand that left a warmth on the back of his neck and the way he kept turning to Yunho to ask if he was okay. By the fourth time he asks, “I think you’re really nice.” Yunho blurts out, even he’s startled by them. Wooyoung blinks, “What?” “You’re so nice to me,” Yunho repeated, slower this time loke he was trying to piece the thought together while saying it. “Even when my friends are total assholes to you.” Wooyoung’s expression shifted slightly. “Oh,” he said lightly “That.”
“They don’t know you.” Yunho fiddles with his fingers in his lap. “Yunho—“ “No seriously,” Yunho interrupted, leaning forward so fast he nearly bumps foreheads with him. “They’re so mean to you for no reason. You’re still so nice to me through all of that.” His brows pulled together, “I don’t get it.” frustration bleeding into his voice now. Wooyoung stared at him for a second before laughing quietly under his breath, “You’re really drunk.” Yunho shrugged. “Maybe, but I still mean it. What’s that saying?” Yunho crosses his legs, “Drunk words are sober thoughts.” Something in Wooyoung’s face softened at that. The music around them felt farther away now somehow, muffled beneath the buzzing warmth in Yunho’s ears. People shoved past behind them toward the kitchen, somebody screaming over a drinking game in the living room, but Wooyoung stayed exactly where he was, attention completely fixed on Yunho.
“I think I wanna kiss you.” Yunho admitted. Wooyoung went very still. One of the girls nearby coughed, ushering the girls beside them to move and to give them space. “Okay, you are very drunk.” Wooyoung shakes his head, “And i’ve had my fair share of drunk straight guys hitting on me before.” his tone stays light, but there was something tired underneath it. “Usually, they wake up horrified the next morning.” Yunho frowned immediately, “I wouldn’t.” “You say that now.” Yunho grabbed lightly at Wooyoung’s jacket sleeve before he could think better of it, “I promise, I wouldn’t.” eyes wide and full of sincerity. Wooyoung looked down at the hand clutching his jacket, then back up at Yunho. “You don’t have to do this cause you’re emotional.” he said quietly. “I’m not emotional.” Yunho corrected. “You’re pouting.” Yunho’s voice drops softer, “I’m serious,” he hesitated, struggling to untangle the feeling in his chest enough to explain it. “I like it when you talk to me.”
Wooyoung’s expression flickered at that. “You make me feel..” Yunho swallowed, “I dunno, Safe? Kinda?” That seemed to genuinely catch Wooyoung off guard. Yunho kept going before he lost the nerve. “I just want someone to treat me like you do,” he mumbled. “But I don’t think they can.” His grip tightened slightly against Wooyoung’s sleeve. “Because they aren’t you.” For once in his life, Wooyoung had absolutely nothing smart to say. He just stared at Yunho for a long moment, lips parted slightly like he’d forgotten how to joke. Then, very softly. “Fuck,” he laughed under his breath. Yunho’s stomach flipped at that. “What?” He questioned. “You can’t just say things like that to me when you look this pretty drunk.” Wooyoung murmured. Yunho’s face turned hot instantly, flush travelling up to his cheeks. Wooyoung noticed it immediately, smile widening in disbelief. “You liked that? What, no one’s ever told you that you’re pretty?” Yunho shook his head, “Handsome, yeah.” Yunho whispered, hands covering his face as Wooyoung laughed quietly beside him and leaned against him as he did.
Wooyoung’s hand travelled up to where Yunho’s hands held his face in bashfulness, pulling them down and holding them in his. “Hi, pretty boy.” Wooyoung whispered, smiling softly as Yunho avoided eye contact. Yunho looked at him eventually, a helpless look in his eyes. “Can I kiss you now?” Wooyoung exhaled slowly through his nose. “You’re gonna ruin my life,” he muttered fondly. And then he took Yunho’s hand and dragged him toward the door before either of them could reconsider.
Wooyoung didn’t let go of Yunho’s hand as they weaved through people, not while opening the front door, not even while pressing the elevator button with his free hand while Yunho stood beside him trying his best to be normal about the fact that his neck was bright red from just this. The elevator door slid open with a soft ding. Neither of them spoke as they stepped inside. Wooyoung pressed the button for the ground floor, hand still in Yunho’s. “Stop thinking so loudly, I can practically hear your thoughts dude.” Before Yunho could answer, the elevator jolted slightly passing another floor, throwing him slightly off balance. Wooyoung caught him, hand on his waist to ground him and other hand still in his.
His hands almost all over him, on his scalding hot skin ruined whatever self control he had. His eyes darting to Wooyoung’s lips immediately. “Please stop looking at me like that.” Yunho whispered. The teasing expression on Wooyoung’s face deepened as he turned, walking closer. Yunho’s back pressed against the wall, noticing Wooyoung’s free hand going to the bar directly next to it, practically caging him in. “You sure you want this?” Wooyoung asked softly, eyes flickering between Yunho’s eyes and lips.
Yunho answered by pulling him forward by his jacket and kissing him first. A startled noise made its way out of Wooyoung’s mouth first before kissing him back just as fast, hand tightening instinctively at Yunho’s waist while Yunho melted completely at the feeling of it. The elevator suddenly felt too hot, too quiet except for the soft sounds of kissing and Yunho accidentally breathing too hard through his nose because he genuinely had no idea what he was doing. Wooyoung clearly noticed that too. He laughed softly against Yunho’s lips. “Cute,” he whispered. Then kissed him again before Yunho could recover enough dignity to complain.
Wooyoung’s hand stayed firm against his jaw, thumb brushing lightly beneath his ear while Yunho practically melted into him immediately, still dizzy from the elevator kiss and somehow already desperate for more. Wooyoung tasted faintly like lime and alcohol, warm and sweet and addictive enough that Yunho made another embarrassing noise into his mouth before he could stop himself. The elevator dinged open and the lobby’s silence was deafening, his heart beat echoing in his ears and his knees almost giving out as he steps out. Wooyoung leads him out, the cold air hitting his face snapping him somewhat sober as he climbs into the back of the taxi.
Wooyoung gives the driver his address and his hands are back on Yunho as the taxi pulled away from the curb smoothly, city lights flashing past outside the windows while Yunho lost all remaining ability to think properly. Yunho leaned in again, Wooyoung made a low noise before immediately kissing him back with twice as much energy, one hand sliding down to Yunho’s waist to pull him closer across the seat. Yunho nearly climbed into his lap without meaning to, dizzy from how good it felt already. Yunho’s hands landed clumsily against Wooyoung’s chest, gripping at the leather jacket while Wooyoung tilted his head and kissed deeper, tongue brushing against Yunho’s bottom lip just enough to make him whine. Wooyoung pulled back, “Oh, you make noises.” eyes blown wide with delight.
Before Yunho could save face, the driver cleared his throat loudly from the front seat. Both of them froze. Yunho blinked slowly, like he’d only just remembered another human being in the same vehicle with them. Wooyoung buried his face briefly into Yunho’s shoulder, laughing hard enough that his whole body shook. “Oh my god.” He wheezed, “I completely forgot about him.” Yunho looked toward the front seat with the slow horror of a man gaining consciousness after anesthesia. The driver looked exhausted already. “…Wait,” Yunho said suddenly. Before Wooyoung could ask what he meant, Yunho dug clumsily through his pocket for his wallet, nearly dropping it onto the floor in the process. “What are you doing?” Wooyoung laughed. “Hold on.”Yunho finally managed to pull out a bill and leaned awkwardly forward between the seats, holding it out toward the driver with complete drunken sincerity. “Can you put headphones on?” he asked. “And ignore us?”
The driver looked down at the money. Then at Yunho. Then at Wooyoung, who had fully buried his face into Yunho’s shoulder because he was laughing too hard to function. “…Headphones?” the driver repeated. “And ignore us,” Yunho added earnestly. “Respectfully.” There was a long pause. Then the driver sighed, took the money, and reached into the cupholder for a pair of earbuds. Wooyoung lost it completely.
“Oh my god,” he wheezed into Yunho’s neck. “You are insane.” “He said yes,” Yunho pointed out proudly. “That is not the point.” But he was still laughing when Yunho grabbed his face again and kissed him quiet. This time Wooyoung melted into it immediately, all soft lips and warm hands, one palm sliding slowly up Yunho’s chest while Yunho kissed him like he’d been touch-starved his whole life. Which maybe he had been, actually. Nobody had ever touched him like this before — carefully but confidently, teasing without being cruel about it.
Wooyoung’s fingers spread over Yunho’s chest through his shirt, thumb brushing teasingly over one of his nipples through the fabric. Yunho jerked instantly. Wooyoung paused. Then smiled slowly against his mouth. “Wait a second.” Yunho’s ears burned. “Don’t.” “Oh, that got you.” Yunho squirmed, “It didn’t.” Wooyoung pressed his thumb there again experimentally. Yunho arched so hard he nearly knocked his head against the window. Wooyoung laughed softly before leaning in close enough for his lips to brush Yunho’s ear. “You like having your tits played with, baby?” Yunho swallowed hard, fingers tightening helplessly in Wooyoung’s jacket while Wooyoung kept tracing slow circles through his shirt.
The taxi ride felt way too short. That was Yunho’s first coherent thought when the car finally slowed to a stop outside Wooyoung’s apartment building, because somehow ten minutes hadn’t been enough. Not enough kissing, not enough touching, not enough of Wooyoung laughing softly every time Yunho got embarrassed about something. The elevator ride up was painful. In ways in which Yunho’s cock was painfully hard and Wooyoung’s eyes kept catching the print of it twitch when he’d lick his lips. Wooyoung’s apartment was smaller than Yunho expected. Warm lighting, blankets thrown over the couch, little trinkets and lego figurines scattered across shelves, some kind of vanilla scent lingering in the air underneath the faint smell of laundry detergent. It felt painfully lived in. As the door shut, the click of the lock reminded him of the atmosphere he was in. Wooyoung turned toward him slowly, back pressed against the door now, eyes flicking over Yunho’s face carefully like he was checking for uncertainty. “You still with me, doll?” Yunho nodded immediately, heat coiling in his stomach at the pet name.
Yunho made another embarrassing noise straight into his mouth, hands immediately landing on Wooyoung’s waist as Wooyoung backed him toward the kitchen counter without breaking the kiss once. Everything felt overwhelming all over again — the warmth of Wooyoung’s body pressed close, his rings catching briefly against Yunho’s jaw when he tilted his face deeper into the kiss, the way he kept humming softly every time Yunho kissed back eagerly. “You want me to ruin you here on my kitchen counter or on my queen sized bed?” Wooyoung chased Yunho’s lips, licking the string of saliva between them and oh did that do something to Yunho.
“Wait.. i’m the bottom?” Yunho’s eyes widened, big hands gripping the leather as Wooyoung giggled. “Baby, I don’t bottom for straight guys. Isn’t it way hotter when they swear they aren’t gay but then writhe under me begging me to keep moving?” Wooyoung teased, wet lips sucking hickies into Yunho’s milky pale neck. Yunho’s eyes scrunched and fluttered shut, “A-ah but-“ Wooyoung pressed a gentle finger to his kiss bitten lips. “I’ll teach you how to be good for me, yeah?” Yunho swallowed at that, his dick genuinely aching from arousal.
The two moved to the bedroom, mouths still tasting eachother and fighting for dominance as the ambient lighting set the mood. Yunho’s back hit the mattress, his hair splaying out in every direction as Wooyoung pulled away from him to tug his pants down. “You’re so pale everywhere.” Wooyoung whispered as he slid Yunho’s jeans off, pressing soft kisses on his inner thighs. Yunho let out a soft sigh, letting his body relax into Wooyoung’s touch. His breath hitched when the air conditioners breeze fluttered against his hole, goosebumps blooming on his skin as he was exposed. Wooyoung looked up at Yunho, watching his expression as he leaned forward with slick lips, mouth against his rim. Yunho gasped, hand entangling in Wooyoung’s hair as he prodded further, tonguing at the bundle of nerves.
Wooyoung’s fingers pulled at the pale skin, tugging it tighter as his tongue dug deeper. Yunho squirmed, legs twitching around Wooyoung’s shoulders. Yunho made a choked noise when he felt Wooyoung spit directly onto his hole, making it flutter as his tongue pulled away. Wooyoung pulled back, sitting on his knees and letting Yunho’s legs wrap around his waist. “You tell me if it’s too much for you, yeah?” Wooyoung leaned down, voice sultry and sweet as he left gentle kisses on Yunho’s face, coincidentally in the same pattern as his beauty marks.
Wooyoung lined himself up to Yunho’s entrance, lips still gently kissing his face as he pushed in. Wooyoung swallowed the noise that came out of Yunho as he settled inside of him, his shoulders embellishing red scratch marks as the sting sent sparks down his spine. It was a good sting. His stomach turning as Wooyoung pulled back, leaving only the tip in and then slamming back in, his thighs meeting the back of Yunho’s. Wooyoung paid attention to Yunho’s breathing, letting the rapid breathing settle before he moves. The gentleness vanishes quicker than anticipated. His thrusts knocking the wind out of Yunho. “Oh- God-“ Yunho stutters out, fingers entangling in the sheets as Wooyoung pistons in and out of him.
Amidst it all, Yunho takes note of something so unbelievably sexy. Wooyoung is a licker. His tongue hanging out of his mouth as he licks a long stripe up his chest to his neck. The warmth of saliva on his skin and Wooyoung absolutely plowing him from behind, it’s all so deeply intoxicating. Yunho whines, voice cracking as Wooyoung uses his body to his heart’s content. Veiny hands so tightly gripping the plush skin of his waist, bound to leave faint marks that most people will notice in the early dawn of morning. “Fuck- Wooyoung- A-ah-“ Wooyoung trails his fingers towards the older man’s stomach, pressing his fingers against his abdomen, “You wanna feel me down here, baby?” Wooyoung breathes out, a whimper slithering between his words as Yunho nods. “Put your hand here. Feel how deep I am?” It’s downright erotic how good Wooyoung sounds, his voice sultry and deep as he puts his stamina into fucking the ravenette squirming under him.
Wooyoung’s hand travels further up, landing on Yunho’s nipples. His delicate but big fingers twist the sensitive skin, nails scraping against the skin around it. A moan dies out on Yunho’s tongue as the younger plays with his chest. Wooyoung pulls away momentarily, watching how Yunho’s expression contorts with pleasure. Lips glossy and kiss bitten, eyebrows furrowed and hair sticking to his forehead as his lashes flutter. “Fuck- You’re so cute,—“ Every movement of Wooyoung’s dick against his sweet spot makes him writhe, “Wooyoung— h-harder- aAh” voice breaking as heat coils in his stomach. Wooyoung’s hips stutter, pulling out before setting a gruelling pace, one that Yunho had asked for. “Wooyoungie- oh fuck-“ Yunho grits out, legs trembling from pleasure. Every sound of skin against skin is adding to the arousal, Yunho’s dick sitting against his stomach, slapping against defined abs as it lays uselessly, blaring red and dripping pearlescent liquid.
Heat builds between them, overwhelming and dizzying. Yunho feels drunk on the closeness, sweat beading at his forehead as Wooyoung stretches him out and forces him to take it. Every movement drawing him closer to climaxing, Wooyoung’s eyebrows knit together as he ruins the older beneath him. The momentum between them switches, Yunho’s moans turning high-pitched and broken as Wooyoung practically folds him in half. Wooyoung’s lips are on his in a matter of seconds. Compared to the gentleness of before, now, this kiss is full of urgency, heat—arousal. Yunho’s mouth is slack as he lets Wooyoung explore every crevice. Saliva dripping down their chins, Yunho’s vision blurs. The deprivation of oxygen hits his brain like a drug, pairing that with the cock pounding into his ass—Yunho whines, hole subconsciously tightening around the member, practically begging to stay inside. A knot forms in his stomach, tightening with every passing moment. Soft gasps and whines turn into breathier moans— voice cracking and going up in pitch as he pleads for Wooyoung.
“I-I’m- Fuck-“ Yunho stutters out, hot tears pooling in his eyes as the pleasure overwhelms him. “Me too, baby.” Wooyoung says through a moan, hand entangling with Yunho’s. “Be a good boy and cum on my cock for me.” The words hit Yunho like a train, his legs trembling uncontrollably as his body seizes and his back arches into Wooyoung’s chest. Ropes of cum shoot against his stomach, thick and hot as it weakly drains him. His ears are flaring red, hot to the touch and it travels down to his chest—pale canvas turning pink and glistening with sweat and cum. Wooyoung gasps from above him, “Fuck- I’m cumming,” fucking him through his climax until his pleasure bubbles over and spills inside Yunho. Yunho moans as he feels the hot seed fill him up, his hole clenching around nothing as Wooyoung pulls out.
Wooyoung slaps the plush of his ass, giggling when he yelps. “Slut.” Yunho bashfully turns away at that, “Not.” Wooyoung pulls him up into his lap, body heat shared between them as they each catch their breath. Yunho pulls back, eyes glassy as he leans in for a kiss. Wooyoung wraps his arms around the small of Yunho’s back, pulling him flush against his chest as his cock softens. Yunho pulls back, a string of saliva between them as he watches the others expression. Wooyoung smiles at him, “You okay?” he questions. “I don’t think I can let you go after this.” Yunho says, voice raspy from mere minutes ago. “I wasn’t planning on letting you go.” Wooyoung chimes, smile radiant as Yunho buries his head in his shoulder.
“Will you ask me out now?” Yunho says, voice muffled from where his head lays. “My dick was in you 30 seconds ago, do I really need to?” Wooyoung teases, hands squeezing at the globes of Yunho’s ass, giggling when the ravenette squeaks. “Just ask me.” Yunho pulls back, delicate hands holding Wooyoung’s face and rubbing gentle circles into the tan skin. “Will you be my boyfriend?” Wooyoung gives in, “Yes, I will be your boyfriend.” Yunho replies, leaning in for a kiss, smiling against his newly made boyfriend’s lips.