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Waking up to a cock inside his ass wasn’t an unfamiliar experience.

As….weird…as that might sound.

Wooyoung had spent quite a few nights with multiple people that ended with them buried in him until they both fell asleep right up until the next morning. Sometimes the sex was just that good.

So, no, waking up to a cock inside his ass wasn’t unfamiliar.

What was unfamiliar, however, was waking up to San’s cock in his ass, thrusting in and out of him maddeningly slowly as the man moaned into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck.

Yeah, this situation right here had never, ever happened before.

Contrary to what everyone else seemed to think about him and San’s relationship, they had never gone beyond platonic actions. Both in private and in public. Now that wasn’t to say that Wooyoung didn’t want to be more than friends, because honestly, who wouldn’t want to be more than friends with San at this point?

The man was absolutely gorgeous, both inside and out. Aside from looking like he had been crafted by the gods, with those sharp cheekbones and even sharper jawline and that body. Aside from that, his personality, his laugh, his smile, his caring nature, all made him into a man that Wooyoung would absolutely love to call his. Or…just get…railed by.

There were moments, every once in a while, where San would do or say something that made Wooyoung think that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one who was open to the possibility of more.

And sure, They’d come close to blurring those lines that has always existed between them, but had never been brave enough to take that final plunge into the unknown.

Clearly, something had changed overnight.

Vague memories poured into Wooyoung’s mind of the night before. He had downed shots with San in their kitchen while they talked about…stuff that he couldn’t really remember. He thought he caught the word “left” and “lonely” or something. The image quickly cut to San fucking him over the kitchen counter, muttering words about “Proving how much he loved Wooyoung”.

The easy, wet slide of the cock inside of him and the ache in his lower back and hips told him that this was indeed not the first time that San’s cock had been in his ass. Which…

“Tight”, San mumbled, sleep heavy in his voice. His eyelashes fluttered against Wooyoung’s cheek and wetness dripped from his lips onto the flushed skin of the younger man’s neck.

Drool. San was busy drooling, Wooyoung realised, wondering why the hell he felt so horribly endeared.

It took a few seconds for him to fully comprehend that San was still asleep. He was dreaming about fucking someone and his body was just moving on autopilot. He was having a damn wet dream while he was still buried inside Wooyoung’s ass.

What the actual fuck!?

A particularly deep thrust had the tip of San’s thick cock grazing right over his prostate, making Wooyoung arch up into the man’s muscular chest. His hands found purchase on those broad shoulders, his blunt nails digging into the freckled skin beneath his fingertips.

Shit, this was… Wrong.

It was really, really wrong, the hazy pleasure clouding his head making it very difficult to focus.

San wasn’t aware that he was fucking Wooyoung in real life. What if this wasn’t what he wanted? Yes, all signs pointed to them fucking last night, but that didn’t mean that San would want it to happen again. Regardless of how good it felt.

The thought brought the heat pooling low in Wooyoung’s body to a grinding halt. He bit back the moans clawing at his throat and poked at San’s shoulders, digging his fingers into the firm muscles until San groaned in discomfort.

“S-San!” he hissed, cheeks red.

“Hm?” San mumbled blearily, his hips still bucking into the tight heat of Wooyoungs ass.

“SAN!” Wooyoung called again, slapping at the man’s shoulders until he stirred and finally began waking up.

“What is it baby?” San rasped, half-awake now as he lifted his head. His eyelashes fluttered a few times before he eventually opened his eyes, blinking a little wildly as he stared down at Wooyoung’s flushed face.

It took about a minute for him to realise what was happening before his eyes widened comically and he stuttered out apologies as he pulled out of Wooyoung, mumbling more apologies when it made the younger man hiss. San hurriedly shuffled to sit at the end of the bed, his cheeks a pretty pink colour.

“Oh my, I’m…I’m so sorry”, San said softly, wiping at his jaw and cheek.

Wooyoung peered at him with drowsy, heavy-lidded eyes and waved a hand dismissively, unconsciously clenching down on the wetness he could feel seeping out of him. He tried to will his body into a calmer state, tried to stop the wild pumping of his heart in his chest but it was no use.

Not when he now knew what it felt like to have San’s cock splitting him open with slow, measured thrusts.

He glanced down at himself, gasping when he saw the dark marks decorating his golden skin. Finger-shaped bruises were painted in pretty blues and violets over the curve of his hips and waist. He was flushed, his cock half-hard and leaking onto his stomach from the drag of San’s dick over his prostate, the tip rosy and swollen.

The evidence of what they had done last night was pressed into his very body, turning him into something like a debauched work of art. A canvas. A visual study into the aftereffects of San’s primal possession.

God.

Wooyoung shivered and forced himself to focus on the situation at hand. Now was not the time for this.

They had to sort out the…mess they had made. Preferably before the other members got back to the dorm and found them like this.

“S’okay, Sannie”, Wooyoung murmured, hearing how his voice was low and pleasure-drunk.

San’s eyes darted to his leaking hole, his throat working around a swallow.

“Didn’t…Didn’t mean to…Young-ah..” He trailed off.

Any and all sleepiness had been wiped from his face and had been replaced by an almost dazed hunger, a glaze settling in his eyes as he continued to admire the way pearly drops of his cum kept trickling out of Wooyoung.

“S’okay really”, Wooyoung assured him, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. “Just…didn’t want you to…to…ya know, regret anything.”

San’s brows furrowed and his feline eyes slowly lifted to meet Wooyoung’s. His messy hair fell into his eyes a little and Wooyoung hungrily watched the way the muscles in San’s arm bunched when he smoothed the blonde strands to the back.

“Young-ah”, San said, “The only thing I regret right now is pulling out of you.” He sounded deadly serious, the shadows of early morning caressing his face lovingly, making him look powerful and strong.

And then…

And then…

He pouted. His plump lips pursing cutely as he shifted in place.

“You’re leaking, Young-ah.”

Wooyoung flushed at the observation and he shyly pressed his thighs together.

“Sannie”, he said, trying to go for firm. “I…We should…talk about this. Stop being distracting.”

San’s pout deepened.

“How am I being distracting?”

“Wow.”

The older man twisted a little more in his direction, the taut muscles in his abdomen bunching and tightening in a way that made them look so damn lickable and…

“Is it cause of how hot I am? Because like, if that’s the reason, then I totally get it.”

“JUST FUCKING—” Wooyoung let out a breath. Focus, Wooyoung, focus.

“We fucked last night.”

“Uh, yeah?”

Yeah, good. Sound a little awkward for once. Hot fucker.

“Why? How? I barely remember anything!” Wooyoung hoped San would ignore the way his voice wobbled.

He had apparently sucked San’s dick at some point if the ache in his throat was any indication. It was kind of tragic that he couldn’t really remember it. Sucking San’s dick sounded heavenly.

“I mean, I kinda, I think we were talking about, uhm, you being….jealous?” San sounded unsure, his head tilting to the side.

Wooyoung’s brow arched.

“Me? Jealous? Of what?”

“Of me giving others attention and not you”, San said.

And….Yeah, okay. That made sense.

And lined up with what Wooyoung had…

A shiver ran down his spine.

…with what he had discussed with Hongjoong at his studio a few days ago.

It surprised him to hear that he had actually followed their Leader’s advice and talked to San about his feelings instead of….deflecting.

“Well, okay, but…can you…like….remember if we sorted it out or not?”

San’s eyes flicked to his ass, a faint smirk on his lips.

“It sure as hell looks like it”, he murmured.

Wooyoung both hated and loved how much those words and that look in San’s eyes affected him. He hated it because of how weak-kneed and starry eyed he got, completely lost to the allure that San had and wielded with minimal effort.

And he loved it because…

Well. He was a little bit of a slut, and having San looking at him like this made him feel all kinds of sexy.

Call him needy but he had been feeling rather insecure recently, with San giving the other members extra affection and love. It had left Wooyoung feeling left out and kind of hurt. So, to know that San found him hot and desirable made a knot loosen in his stomach, one that had been bothering him for far longer than he would admit.

Wooyoung saw something out of the corner of his eye and looked down, realising that it was San’s fucking dick. It was hard, glistening and wet and looked so good. From this angle, only a part of it was visible but it was enough to remind Wooyoung of the position they had woken up in this morning.

His own dick twitched eagerly and, against his better judgement, he began running through a list of why the fuck not in his head.

The other members were all out, having gone to visit relatives or friends and would only be back sometime later this morning. San and Wooyoung had clearly crossed quite a few lines last night already and they were both still affected.

So why the fuck not.

He looked back at San’s face, blushing down to his toes when he realised that San had been busy staring at his asshole this entire time, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He looked so focused, as if he was busy studying a complicated subject or watching one of his favourite movies.

It was endearing and stupid and embarrassing.

“Stop—Stop staring!” Wooyoung hissed.

And the pout was back.

“But…it looks pretty”, San mumbled.

“You keep staring like its…like it’s some kind of science project or something!”

San’s tongue wet his lips, leaving them pink and even more inviting than before.

“Well, not really a science project”, the older man said. “More like….”

“More like what?”

There was a moment’s hesitation, another flash of tongue.

“It’s kind of wasteful to just let it all….drip out like that.”

And….oh.

Wooyoung swallowed, searching San’s face.

Whatever he said next would determine how the rest of their morning played out and he knew it.

Now, logically, the smart thing to do would be to end this here and make sure they both got cleaned up and dressed. Then, they should properly discuss what had taken place between them and maybe revisit the topic that they had been talking last night before they…. You know.

See, that was the smart and logical thing to do.

But Wooyoung, right now, wasn’t feeling very smart or logical. He was feeling a little cock-dumb and delirious and he really, really wanted to feel that thick cock stretching him out again.

So, he smiled wide and let his body go pliant and lax against the mattress, willing and ready to be taken by the gorgeous man in front of him.

“Well, maybe you should…plug me back up then. To make sure nothing else goes to waste”, Wooyoung said.

San’s eyes flicked up to his, surprise mixing with raw need on his sharp features.

“What?”

“I’m leaking”, Wooyoung reminded him, “And we’re both hard and horny right now. It would be very stupid of us to not fuck right now.”

“Young-ah, I….I don’t know…”

“You certainly knew last night when you bent me over the kitchen counter”, Wooyoung parted his thighs in invitation. “At least if we do it now we’ll have more of a chance of actually remembering it.”

San laughed at that, light and sweet.

“True”, he agreed. There was still a hint of worry and reluctance in his eyes though, and Wooyoung mentally cursed at himself for being so thoughtless.

He began to close his legs, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hey, sorry for being pushy, Sannie. If you don’t want to then—”

A hand landed on his thigh, digging into the skin and keeping him spread open. The touch sent fire racing along his skin, a slow burn that travelled all the way to his cheeks.

“It’s not that, Youngie”, San said calmly. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, so there’s no question that I want to do this. I just don’t want you to regret anything.” He began to massage Wooyoungs thigh, adding, “And…you must still be a little sore from last night. Knowing me, and from the little I remember, I wasn’t exactly gentle.”

Aww, how sweet.

And also, years? They were definitely revisiting that later. After Wooyoung got railed into the floor, of course.

He felt the butterflies in his stomach go crazy, the care and concern of his best friend always leaving him feeling upended in a wonderful way. It made him feel so incredibly lucky. He didn’t say it enough, but he was eternally grateful that he had San in his life, willing to love and care for him no matter what.

“I’ll be fine, Sannie. You can be gentle right now, if you’re really worried. Or not. I like it a little rough.”

San audibly choked, trying to mask it by ducking his head and shifting to settle between Wooyoung’s spread legs. He reached down, groaning softly as he wrapped a hand around himself.

“Ah, right. Okay, baby, as long as you’re sure.”

Holy shit.

He looked like he belonged between Wooyoung’s thighs, his broad shoulders and tiny, fucking waist a sight to behold when he was leaning over Wooyoung, dick a heavy weight in his hand.

Wooyoung licked his lips as he watched San stroke himself, using the mess of cum on his cock to slick it up while his eyes trailed all over the younger man’s body. He was getting off to seeing Wooyoung be a fucked out wreck and the realisation had the latter grabbing at his own cheeks to spread them wider for San’s perusal.

“Sannie, please. Fill me up”, he begged, peering up at San needily.

The older man released a shaky breath and lowered himself down until he was resting on his forearm, his other hand holding his cock steady as he hovered over Wooyoung, achingly beautiful eyes meeting his.

“Are you…sure?” San asked, lining himself up and rubbing the tip of his cock against Wooyoung’s wet rim, smearing his precum all along the tight furl with teasing swipes.

It was distracting enough that it took the younger man a few seconds to register the question that had been asked of him.

“M’sure Sannie”, he said, legs wrapping around San’s waist to drag him in closer.

His consent was all the go ahead that San needed to fill him up again, plunging inside in one slow, delicious thrust. Wooyoung moaned, breathy and low in his throat, feeling every, single inch of San’s cock as it stretched him out.

From what Wooyoung had seen (and felt) of it, he knew that San was big. He wasn’t overly long, but he was so thick, snugly fitting inside Wooyoung’s tight, little hole as he buried himself all the way to the hilt.

“F-Fuck”, San groaned, his body trembling with the strain of keeping himself still.

Wooyoung started wriggling impatiently after taking a few minutes to adjust, his hole already loose enough to accommodate San but he needed the time to mentally prepare. Wrapping his arms around San’s shoulders, he peered up at the man through his lashes, smiling coyly.

“You can move now”, he said.

“Thank fuck”, San groaned, his hips taking up a steady pace almost immediately, driving into him with purpose.

Wooyoung moaned and moved his own hips in time with San’s thrusts, fucking himself with San’s cock as if it was all he was good for. The man clearly had a talent for this because he found Wooyoung’s prostrate almost immediately, aiming for it with relentless focus once he heard the strangled cry it dragged out of the younger man.

Despite being a new and exciting experience, it was a lot slower paced than what Wooyoung could remember their fuck from last night being. Stars burst behind his eyes and the hot embers of arousal burned beneath his flushed skin, but there was also a gentle warmth that blossomed in his chest with each roll of San’s hips.

The faint flashes of images, memories, in Wooyoung’s mind of a hand fisting his hair while another held him firmly anchored to the counter top washed over him like some erotic dream. The impressions of San’s strong fingers pressing bruises into his skin ghosted over him, bringing with it a new feeling of heat that had him mewling as he was brought closer to the edge.

“Baby, fuck yes, Youngie. Squeezing me so good”, San gasped out, voice hoarse and dripping with need.

Their eyes met, half-lidded and dark with desire, but matching smiles grew on their lips. Past the whimpers catching in his throat, soft whispers and whines of San’s name spilled from his lips, each hitched plea fuelling the growing inferno between them.

San really put those talented hips of his to work, fucking Wooyoung with slow, measured thrusts that hit his prostate with deadly accuracy, sending bolts of electricity racing along each of his nerve endings until they were both sweaty and gripping each other in desperation.

“So good, Sannie”, Wooyoung keened,

It took less time than he would've liked for him to feel the familiar prickle along his skin, goosebumps inching their way over his body as he was fucked into a blissful state of feeling where all he could do was beg and moan and let himself be used by San over and over again. He had wanted to feel it longer, to spend more time learning the curves and shapes of the older man as he lost himself to the fire but he wasn't about to complain.

Not when San was pressing open-mouthed kisses along his collarbones, stroking his tongue all the way down to Wooyoung’s nipples. He suckled each of the stiff, little peaks into his hot mouth, flicking at them in teasing little swipes that made that coil in Wooyoung grow tighter and tighter until one deep thrust had it unravelling in slow waves.

“Youngie, Youngie, Youngie”, San murmured around the nipple he was suckling on, angling his hips to relentlessly pound into Wooyoung’s sweet spot as his release washed over him.

Black spots danced in his vision and the temperature of the air around them seemed to rise to a 100°. All Wooyoung could do was thrash helplessly as the current of pleasure surged through him, wringing cries from his throat as he dirtied his stomach with his cum, some of it landing as high up as his neck. San's tongue swept over the wet trails as he kissed his way up Wooyoung's pecs, humming at the taste of Wooyoung filling his mouth.

“Fuck, Hyung”, he whimpered, digging his nails into San’s shoulders as he rode the man’s cock in small circles, drawing his orgasm out until his limbs went numb, body completely relaxing against the wet sheets. The honorific had San’s body trembling with a shudder, his mouth half-open and gasping against Wooyoung’s chest.

San felt like a solid anchor in a wild sea, his arms locking around Wooyoung like a safety net, dragging him against a warm chest. The dip of San’s waist felt delightful in his shaky grip as he slid his hands lower, the tips of his fingers brushing over the plains of San’s abs, feeling them contract and tighten as the man kept fucking into Wooyoung, chasing his high.

Everything about this was very different to how his normal morning jerk-offs felt.

Instead of feeling sated, the euphoria rose and crested but never fully rested even as his vision cleared and he regained control of his limbs. San’s thrusts sent more heat dancing up his spine, the burn of overstimulation that tasted like sweet nectar on his tongue.

“Oh my—fuck, baby”, San gasped as Wooyoung tightened like a vice around him, his hips stuttering and faltering in their rhythm as his own peak grew nearer.

“Mm, H-Hyung”, Wooyoung’s tongue felt like cotton in his mouth, eyes glazed over and shiny with tears.

“Want Hyung to cum inside you baby?” San asked huskily, lifting his head up until he was running his lips over the wet curve of Wooyoung’s cheek.

“Mmm, fuck yes please, Hyungie. Cum—Cum inside me, please, please, please”, Wooyoung babbled mindlessly, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Fuck”, San moaned, “M’gonna cum baby, oh god, Wooyoungie.”

And then, Wooyoung felt it.

San’s thick cock pulsed inside him, a broken sound leaving the man’s raw-bitten lips as he pounded into Wooyoung in a kind of frenzy. The wet heat of San’s release filled Wooyoung up in a way that he had been wanting for weeks.

Touring and dance practice had been rough and sex had always been a fun way of relieving stress for him. The need to get fucked so full of cum that he forgot his own name had been riding him hard the longer the hours at the studio got.

And now, he was getting everything that he had been craving and more. His own length twitched where it lay spent on his abdomen.

“So much…So much cum”, Wooyoung mumbled, feeling the way the thick release began spilling out of him despite the cock plugging him up.

San's desperate pace began to slow and he gave little, aborted thrusts as he rode out his orgasm, fucking every last drop of his spend into Wooyoung’s already messy hole. He slid all the way inside with one last, lazy roll of his hips, drawing a broken whimper from Wooyoung’s throat.

“Hyung’s gonna stay like this for a while, okay?” San breathed out lowly, “Gonna keep Youngie nice and full.”

Wooyoung moaned and wrapped his tired limbs around the older man, his body feeling pleasantly sore in the best way possible.

“Okay Hyungie”, he agreed dreamily, nuzzling his nose against San’s muscular shoulder. His tongue peaked out of his mouth and began tracing over the warm skin in delicate swipes.

His teasing licks had San shuddering, his breaths coming out in raspy pants. He kept himself hovering a little ways above Wooyoung, thoughtful enough to not want to crush him under his heavy frame. Wooyoung’s pulled back to stare up at the man on top of him.

San was smiling softly and staring back as if he was looking at something delicate and precious. Wooyoung found himself falling deeper into the pit of adoration he felt for San, an endless cavern decorated with every little moment that made up their journey together so far.

Wooyoung was so, so damn lucky.

He let the peaceful atmosphere surround them for a little longer before a cheeky grin broke out on his face as he remembered.

“So…. Years, huh?”

San’s smiled morphed into that adorable pout and he pressed his face into Wooyoung’s neck with an embarrassed noise.

“Shut up”, he said.

“But you’ve been thirsting after me for years. How do you ever expect me to shut up about that? I mean, your taste is impeccable, but I’m also a bit of a red flag so what the fuck?”

San made another sound.

“Listen, I’m a weak man, okay? And…I don’t mind the colour red. You look very pretty in red.”

“Mmm, that’s really adorable baby”, Wooyoung giggled.

San sighed, still hiding in the curve of Wooyoung’s neck. Taking pity on him, the younger man pressed a kiss to the crown of San’s head.

“I’ve kind of been thirsting after you for a while too, Sannie. So….that makes this a little less embarrassing for you”, he soothed.

The older man lifted his head, a surprised and hopeful look on his face as he stared at Wooyoung.

“You….You feel the same way that....You feel the same way that I do?” he asked, almost disbelievingly.

Wooyoung smiled warmly and nodded, “You’re a great guy, San. And really hot and smart and…stuff and…. It’s kind of hard to not want to get railed by you, ya know?”

San couldn’t hide the proud smirk that curled onto his lips, a small glimpse of the demon that came out of San when he was performing. That demon that had played a part in many a fantasy that Wooyoung had used during his “Me-time”. To have that devilishly handsome face above his, flushed with sweat and absolutely stunning in the low light, it was certainly a sight to behold.

Wooyoung felt himself start to grow hard again, a feat he was surprised he could accomplish given how long it usually took him to recover from an orgasm. It would seem that San just brought out the very best in him.

“Sannie”, he murmured, running his hands over the older man’s broad shoulders, smearing his spit along the freckled skin, “You feel so good inside me. Wanna keep you filling me up forever. Wanna feel your cum in me everyday”, he sighed out.

Wooyoung could feel San’s cock twitch at the lewd admission, making him smirk.

“Wooyoungie, fuck, you can’t just say shit like that. You’ll make me hard again”, San warned lowly, his eyes dark where they raked over Wooyoung's cum-covered torso.

San was just as desperate as him, just as ready to take another leap off of that cliff into ecstasy. Wooyoung knew his voice was wrecked, the usually high-pitched tone was rough with use and cracked on every other letter and knew that it was ruining San to hear it. To know that it was that way because of him.

“Then you can just fuck me again, Hyung”, Wooyoung said breathily.

San cursed and began to stiffen inside of him, the veins along his cock pressing against Wooyoung’s soft walls. He already knew that his body was going to be fucking destroyed at the end of all of this but he didn’t really care. He and San both had enough stamina and durability to go another round. He was sure of that.

Man, if he had known that San’s dick game was this good he would have jumped the man ages ago. Insecurities and consequences be damned.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up again baby?” San asked, leaning down until their noses brushed together.

Instead of answering verbally, Wooyoung craned his neck up and connected their lips in a kiss, sucking sweetly on San’s lips before sliding his tongue along the seam of them. He smiled bashfully into the kiss when he successfully coaxed the older man’s mouth open, gently sliding his tongue into the warm cavern.

San was…. less gentle. And a very good kisser. Unsurprising, considering he was just so good at so many things.

Wooyoung was really fucking lucky.

After keeping the kiss chaste for a few seconds, San insistently bit down on Wooyoung’s bottom lip until it bled, sucking up the coppery blood with a satisfied hum before suckling on it greedily, lapping his way into Wooyoung’s mouth with his talented tongue. The younger man groaned when he felt the way the wet muscle twisted all around his mouth, memorising the taste of him with slow, deliberate strokes.

They continued kissing until San’s dick began chubbing up some more. He broke off with a stuttered gasp, bucking into Wooyoung with a soft, plaintive whine. The hungry sound sent tingles racing all throughout the younger man’s body.

He was the one making San feel this needy. He was the one drawing these delightful noises from  San’s throat. He was the one who was making San so hard he was about to fuck him twice within the time span of an hour.

It sent pride curling through Wooyoung along with tendrils of mind-numbing pleasure as San began slowly rolling his hips, grinding his cum deep into Wooyoung’s body. The latter felt his walls fluttering helplessly around San’s cock, almost as if it were trying to drag him in deeper.

San, of course, noticed this and let out a soft laugh, blinking down at Wooyoung with those mesmerising eyes. His hands settled on Wooyoung’s hips, a firm weight that hinted at all the power hidden in the man’s lean muscles, sketching more bruises onto tan skin.

“Mm, little slut”, San cooed affectionately, leaning down to kiss along the line of Wooyoung’s jawline, stopping to nip at any patch of unmarked skin before sucking until he left constellations of dark bruises in his wake.

“Your little slut”, Wooyoung corrected, tilting his head to the side to give San better access.

The languid marking up of his neck was accompanied by the rhythmic, sensual glide of San’s thick cock over his sweet spot, the squelch of cum adding to the obscene noises bubbling out of him with each shaky breath.

“My little slut”, San agreed, managing to sound both exasperated and tender.

Before Wooyoung could respond, the click of the front door opening and the voices of the other members loudly filing into the apartment broke through their little reverie.

Shit, were they back already?

Fuck.

“S-San, we gotta… We gotta stop”, Wooyoung whispered, disappointment edging into his tone.

San pouted at him and, almost petulantly, thrusted his half-hard cock into that sensitive, little bundle of nerves that had Wooyoung choking on a whine, trying to hold the noise in just case the others could hear him.

He weakly slapped San’s shoulder, clenching down on the thick length inside of him to stop the other man from moving. All it did was make San whimper and twitch inside of him, mumbling “So fucking tight baby”, into his shoulder as he kept rolling his hips forward.

“Sannie…Sannie, they’re gonna hear!” Wooyoung hissed warningly.

San’s pout grew and he roughly fucked into Wooyoung again, groaning at the tight heat squeezing his aching cock. This time Wooyoung couldn’t hold in his whine, his hips bucking down to meet the older man’s thrust automatically. He cursed himself and his wayward body, marvelling a bit at how little effort it took San to move Wooyoung’s hips however he wanted.

“Sannie! They’ll hea—”

“Let them fucking hear”, San cut him off.

San continued his calculated assault on Wooyoung’s prostate, his cock fully hard now, the tip pressing into that sensitive bundle of nerves on every thrust back inside. He built up a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against Wooyoung’s ass cheeks as he fucked into that tight, wet heat.

His hands tightened around Wooyoungs hips and suddenly, he was yanking him down hard onto the older man’s cock, stuffing his hole full again and again and again. Wooyoung arched off of the bed, back bowing into a deep curve as he twisted his fingers into the sheets. He turned to muffle his cries of ecstasy into the pillow, little “ah ahs”, and soft “please Hyungie’s” escaping from his kiss-swollen lips.

Their members were busy talking, the muffled sounds of plates and glasses being set out letting Wooyoung know that they were in the kitchen.

Good. At least they were in the room furthest away from the bedrooms.

Now if only Wooyoung could control his voice and the plethora of noises continuing to spill from his red lips.

This would be kind of a lot to explain.

Mewls and whimpers tore out of the younger man’s throat, accompanying the rough groans San let out against the flushed skin of his chest, head bowed low as he fucked Wooyoung slow and deep. He desperately tried to contain his noises, hoping to god that none of the others heard them.

Unfortunately, San wasn’t making that task any easier.

With each thrust, he slowly fucked any coherent thoughts out of Wooyoung’s head, until all that he could focus on was the cotton fuzz in his brain and the cock railing him into the mattress.

“M’close”, San mumbled, laving wet, kitten-licks along the veins in Wooyoung’s  neck, sucking even more bruises into the golden skin.

His possessive streak was definitely making a show in the deliberate way he left his brand on all the spots that Wooyoung would have trouble hiding.

He wondered what it said about him that he didn’t mind San’s actions at all. In fact, he deliberately pressed against San’s mouth, encouraging those soft lips to mark him up even more.

Wooyoung gasped soundlessly, a pleasant burn beginning to simmer low in his gut, the tightening of his muscles and the warm flush a sure sign that he wouldn’t be lasting for much longer. Each rough drag over his prostate pushed him closer and closer to the edge. San’s teeth nipped at his neck, adding a sweet pain to the pleasure rapidly pooling inside of him.

“Hyungie”, he moaned, releasing the sheets to instead grip San’s blonde hair, yanking at the silky strands. Dark eyes hazily met his, each snap of the older man’s hips driving him further out of his mind.

“What do you want, Youngie? C’mon, tell Hyung what you want”, San coaxed.

The low rumble of his voice had Wooyoung fighting back a wail. His lips parted to answer but all that he could manage were broken whimpers and gasps. San pouted again, stilling inside of him, his dripping cock pressed firmly into Wooyoung’s sweet spot.

“Sannie? Why’d—Why’d you stop?” Wooyoung whined, struggling against the hands holding his bucking hips in place.

“Use your words baby”, San instructed, mirth lighting his eyes as he watched Wooyoung tremble and pathetically try and fail to fuck himself on San’s cock.

Realising that trying to overpower San’s strength was a futile battle, Wooyoung huffed and wound his fingers tighter in San’s hair. He used his grip there to pull San closer and tilt his head to the side. Wooyoung’s soft, wet lips brushed against the shell of the older man’s ear, his warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin.

Somehow, he managed to form words, even though his voice was more breath and slurred speech than anything else at this point.

“Wan' Hyung to fill me up. Please, Sannie-Hyung, wan’ you to fill me with your cum”, he whispered, clenching purposefully around San’s dick.

Luckily, his nearly incoherent ramblings seemed to be enough for San. The latter whined lowly, his hips snapping forward in quick, powerful thrusts, fucking Wooyoung up the mattress until his head bumped into the headboard. Sharp teeth bit into his neck and a shrill scream erupted out of him, his cock swollen and leaking onto his already messy tummy.

San hummed against the bite mark he had left and swirled his hips in tantalising circles, rutting so deep inside Wooyoung that he swore he could feel the man in his throat. A long, wet tongue lapped at the indentation of teeth now carved into his neck and the slow drag of the teasing muscle is what made the first waves of Wooyoung’s orgasm hit.

His cock spurted out a bit of cum, the amount alarmingly small and a complete juxtaposition to the overwhelming pleasure that viciously gripped every inch of his body. His orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, dragging him deep into a fuzzy headspace where all he could do was float in an endless ocean of toe-curling sensations. His hole tightened around the thick length splitting him open as he mindlessly rocked back down to meet each thrust.

Wooyoung was so far gone that he couldn’t censor his moans anymore, too lost in his release to focus on anything other than trying to hold onto what little sanity he had left. His filthy gasps and mewling whines mixed together to create a symphony of slutty noises that had San fucking into him once, twice before groaning and spilling into him for the second time that morning.

Hot, thick ropes of cum painted Wooyoung’s insides white and the feeling of more release messing him up had another few dribbles of cum leaking out of his swollen slit. tearing through all of defences and rendering him a sobbing, wailing mess. His hole fluttered around San’s cock, milking him for all that he was worth.

Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut as the unrelenting pleasure invaded every inch of his body, coating each of his choked-off pleas with a honeyed whine that made San twitch inside of him, filling him up with even more cum. Aftershocks continued to ripple through his body, making him feel like he was floating in the hazy grey area between pain and pleasure for a few minutes.

When the world began to feel like it wasn’t spinning anymore, Wooyoung opened his eyes, blinking up at the ceiling. He traced over the cracks in the roof that still needed to be fixed. That little part of burned wall right in the corner of the room where Yeosang had fucked shit up with a lighter and hairspray for an experiment.

Ah, there was the mirror next to the door. They really needed to clean it. There were at least a dozen fingerprints on the surface of it.

Wooyoung focused on these tiny details until he felt himself finally start to come down from his high. He huffed when San collapsed on top of him, unable to hold himself up any longer. The mess on Wooyoung’s stomach got smeared in-between their bodies even more but neither of them cared.

They lay basking in the afterglow as the current of pleasure slowly released them and allowed their bodies to settle down, making Wooyoung very much aware of how quiet the dorm was now. His eyes flew open in alarm and he nudged the older man, receiving a grunt in response.

“Hyungie, I think the—I think the others heard us”, he whispered worriedly.

Another grunt and a roll of San’s hips, nudging his softened cock deeper inside Wooyoung, just to hear him whimper, probably.

“S’okay. They can’t do shit about it anyway”, San mumbled drowsily, his voice deeper and more raspy now that he was sated.

Wooyoung sighed and nudged him again. As cute as San’s confusion could be at times, now was really not the time for it. Lord knows that it would make Wooyoung get all soft and fuzzy and he needed to focus.

“That’s not the point” , he tried to reason. It’s…It’s… What we just did, it’s not what normal friends do.”

San slowly lifted his head to meet Wooyoung’s gaze. The light of the early-morning sun peaking in through the curtains made flecks of amber and black dance in San’s eyes. His wispy eyelashes fluttered against his high cheekbones when he blinked, a delicate curtain that hid the sparkles that shone like stars in those pools of black and amber.

I could get lost in his eyes forever, Wooyoung thought, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his own ears. He wondered if San could hear it. If the man had any idea what he did to Wooyoung and his weak, little heart.

“Do you…regret this?” San asked tentatively, a frown working it’s way onto his face.

What?

Wooyoung hastily shook his head, cupping the older man’s cheeks tenderly.

“No, Sannie. I loved this”, he reassured softly. A frisson of nerves made Wooyoung pout. “I’m just…I’m just a little scared. You know, of what’s gonna happen next”, he admitted.

San searched his face, the frown still present. Wooyoung smoothed his thumbs over the man’s plush lips, cooing at him as if he were a baby until a smile flirted with San’s mouth. He looked as terribly fond as Wooyoung felt, the warmth in his expression like the first rays of sunshine after a thunderstorm.

“Don’t worry about it, Youngie. Whatever happens, we’ll face it together. No one else matters, okay? We can be our own version of normal.”

And, oh, wasn’t that just precious? His Sannie was always so precious.

It was honestly incredible how quickly he could switch between a shy, sweet boy and the devilish demon that everyone loved. If Wooyoung was being completely honest with himself, it was that exact contrast in his personality that was one of the biggest reasons why the younger boy began falling for San before he could stop himself. The way those warm eyes could instantly harden into a sharp, dominating stare that made Wooyoung’s skin tingle and cheeks burn. It was….

Fuck, San was just perfect.

Wooyoung cooed again and nuzzled their noses together, bursting into a fit of giggles when San pursed his lips and proceeded to drop a series of wet smooches all over his face. The older man mapped a path to Wooyoung’s mouth, stealing his breath in a gentle kiss, stroking his tongue over the beauty mark on his bottom lip.

It was so easy to fall into the soft press of San’s sweet, gasping mouth. It was even easier to part his lips for that talented tongue and let it slip inside. Their bodies pressed together as the kiss deepened, San’s soft moans muffled into the wet slide of their mouths.

“Mmm, baby”, San murmured, pulling back with a small peck to Wooyoung’s cheek.

“You’re cute”, the younger man said.

San’s cheeks flushed a bright red and the sight of his pretty blush was like an arrow to the heart. How the fuck was Wooyoung ever going to survive this sexy, cute, hot, adorable man? Just…how?

Luckily, or unluckily in this case, the sound of footsteps nearing the bedroom warned Wooyoung that he would need to survive an interrogation from his nosy members before he could even think about how he was going to survive San.

The door swung open and Wooyoung looked over just in time to see Yeosang’s head poke into the room. His best friend’s eyes widened a little as they drifted over him and San, still tangled together in his bed. No doubt he could see the way San was still buried inside of him and the obvious mess coating the both of them.

There wasn’t really any other explanation for the position they were in that they could use to bullshit their way out of this.

Wooyoung felt heat burn his cheeks the longer Yeosang stared at them, embarrassment like a sharp brand on his skin. San looked over at Yeosang too, a questioning noise leaving his throat. The sound seemed to snap Yeosang out of whatever daze he was in and he frowned.

“So…I wasn’t imagining things. You guys really were busy fucking.”

Wooyoung groaned and hid his face in San’s neck, the rumble of the older man’s laugh sending a shiver running down his spine. He sounded amused instead of insanely horrified like Wooyoung was.

How was San so…calm about this?

“Got a problem, Sangie?” San asked.

Yeosang sighed audibly, “No. No problem. Just…. I’m… I’m glad, that you guys worked your shit out.”

“Oh, we did a lot more than that, Yeosangie”, San drawled teasingly.

Wooyoung slapped his shoulder and hid deeper into the crook of San’s neck.

Surprisingly, instead of making a disgusted comment, Yeosang just hummed noncommittally and muttered a soft, “Yeah. I can see that.”

There was a pause, then San shifted on top of him, hovering above Wooyoung in an almost predatory way. His dark eyes flicked between Yeosang and Wooyoung, something dangerous  hidden in the smirk painting his lips.

“Wanna see something else?” San asked.

Yeosang hummed again, this time sounding more curious than indifferent.

San met Wooyoung’s eyes and, slowly, pulled out of him, the pressure against his walls making Wooyoung whine. The tip of San’s cock caught on his rim before slipping out, a gush of cum immediately rushing out. Wooyoung clenched down weakly in an attempt to keep it all inside but it was no use, he was too wet and loose.

San chuckled, noticing his pathetic efforts, and shuffled down the bed, his hands gripping Wooyoung’s knees to shove them apart. His eyes lowered to openly stare at the younger man’s fluttering hole.

“Sangie, come see how ruined your precious, little Youngie is”, San purred, making Wooyoung’s eyes widen.

The thought of being exposed even further to Yeosang was both mortifying and…..really fucking hot. Granted, it wouldn’t be the first time that Yeosang had seen him…like this, but the circumstances surrounding them were different.

Heat flared on Wooyoung’s cheeks as he heard footsteps approach the bed, a shadow falling over his body. He slowly looked up, studying the familiar lines of Yeosang’s face. The older man came to stand beside the bed, his gaze riveted on where Wooyoung was leaking so much. The extra attention had the younger man whimpering and clenching down on nothing, the action making more cum drip out of him.

Yeosang cursed softly under his breath.

“You really messed him up, didn’t you, San?” he commented.

Fingers pressed against Wooyoung’s rim, smearing the cum leaking out along the sensitive skin of his perineum before stuffing it back inside of him, plugging him up. A breathy moan fell from his lips and it took Wooyoung a second to realise that both of San’s hands were still on his knees.

So…that meant…

“You’re so sloppy inside, Youngie”, Yeosang murmured, lazily thrusting his fingers into Wooyoung’s hole. “So fucking wet.”

Wooyoung cried out, thrashing against San’s strong grip. Stinging pain ran through him, his body’s natural response to stimulation making his cock twitch despite him being completely tapped out.

“T-Too much”, he whined.

Yeosang scoffed and just jabbed his fingers in harder, curling them to brush over Wooyoung’s prostrate with disturbing accuracy. Wooyoung choked down a loud wail and his hips bucked up in stuttered thrusts, drool slipping out of his mouth into the crease of his neck.

God, he was so fucking weak.

“I dunno. Youngie. You seem to be enjoying this”, San commented offhandedly. “I didn’t realise that you two were this close, though”, he added after a beat, the sharp edge of jealousy sneaking into his voice.

Yeosang chuckled, continuing to finger-fuck Wooyoung with slow, languid movements.

“I’ve literally cleaned cum out of him asshole for him before. Trust me, we’re very close”, he murmured.

“Ah”, San said, still sounding huffy.

“Oi, you’re the one who called me over here to look at his ass”, Yeosang pointed out.

“Yeah, I called you over to look, not to shove your fingers inside of him!” San retorted, a pout forming on his lips.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes before glaring up at both of them, his red cheeks and trembling limbs not making him seem anything remotely close to threatening. But seriously, how the fuck were they having a conversation while he was getting fingered into another stratosphere right now?

“Stttooooppp”, he whined, pouring as much distress into his voice as he could.

Thankfully, Yeosang took pity on him and slipped his fingers out, admiring the mess on them briefly before holding them up to Wooyoung’s face. His eyebrow rose and the implication was clear. Wooyoung sucked in a shaky breath and leaned forward, sticking his tongue out until the tip of it brushed against the older man’s fingers.

At the first taste of San’s release, he was hooked, wrapping his tongue all the way around Yeosang’s thick fingers to suck up all the cum collected on them. He hungrily licked along the length of each digit, sucking them into his mouth with wet, sloppy motions until he was nearly gagging on them, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste of cum filling his mouth.

He heard a soft groan, San, followed by a pleased murmur of, “Good boy”, from Yeosang.

He gasped and peered up at them through his lashes, the praise flustering him more than anything else this morning had. Yeosang was staring at him with a small smirk on his lips, rubbing his fingers along the wet curve of Wooyoung’s mouth. San’s dark eyes were glued to the youngest man’s body, trailing reverently over the mess on his tummy to his fluttering, gaping hole.

It was all so filthy but so fucking good.

“Pretty baby”, San whispered roughly.

Yeosang’s eyes flicked to him for a moment, amusement brightening his features, before he looked back at Wooyoung again. He slowly pulled his hand back and wiped the wetness on San’s shoulder, making the vocalist squawk indignantly.

“Okay, as nice as this is, I did come here to fetch you guys for breakfast. You’re lucky that no one else heard you bitches”, Yeosang told them, his hands settling on his hips.

Wooyoung tilted his head, relief coursing through him. He'd forgotten all about that.

“No one else heard?” he asked.

Yeosang nodded.

“Thank fuck”, Wooyoung mumbled.

“It’s not like they didn’t assume you guys would be doing this anyway though”, Yeosang commented, smirk growing. “We literally placed bets on what state we’d find you guys in. And it looks like I won , ‘cause I said we’d get here while you guys were mid-fuck.”

San pouted and shoved at Yeosang lightly.

“You guys bet on our sex life!?”

“Really, Sangie?” Wooyoung frowned.

Yeosang shrugged, completely unrepentant.

“Be glad I didn’t call the others here when I first heard you two! Now that would’ve been interesting.”

San scoffed, sliding his hands down Wooyoung’s thighs until he reached the cradle of his hips, thumbs brushing over his skin tenderly.

“If you had done that, then you wouldn’t have gotten to see Wooyoung’s slutty, little hole up close, Sangie”, San reminded him, the casual way he said it making Wooyoung’s face heat up.

Yeosang hummed, eyes dropping to Wooyoung’s ass.

“I guess so, yeah”, he said after a few seconds, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

“You know, if you bring us breakfast, you might even get the chance to clean Youngie out with your tongue”, San proclaimed.

Wooyoung’s jaw dropped.

“EXCUSE ME!?”

“Hush, Wooyoung”, Yeosang scolded, turning to look at San. “Is that so, Sannie? A second ago you were all jealous and stupid.”

“YOU GUYS CANNOT  BE SERIO—”

“Yah, be quiet baby”, San cooed, slapping Wooyoung’s hip lightly. “I've changed”, San said to Yeosang, a dopey grin making his dimples pop out cutely.

Yeosang hummed, his gaze moving to drift over Wooyoung’s body in a slow, thorough appraisal. He lingered on the hickeys marring Wooyoung’s neck, and the incriminating, sticky residue painting his stomach and chest in white. Darkness crept into the deep brown of Yeosang’s eyes, settling there like a promise of more.

Wooyoung made a panicked sound and kicked at San’s shoulder, breaking free of his grip and scooted up the bed to prop himself against the headboard. He looked between the two older men with wide eyes.

“San! Yeosang!” he admonished. “You guys can’t just negotiate shit using my asshole! That’s…weird!”

San muffled a laugh behind his hand, making Wooyoung scowl at him. Yeosang said nothing as he leaned forward, pressing his hand against the headboard next to Wooyoung’s head. He lowered his face until their noses brushed together, their lips scant inches apart.

“Are you saying you don’t want me to eat you out, Youngie?” Yeosang asked, his dark eyes holding Wooyoung captive.

And….

Well….

Wooyoung’s scowl wavered.

Well, he didn’t say that now did he?

“Bring me some coffee with the breakfast and I might consider it”, he mumbled.

The darkness in Yeosang’s eyes filtered down to his smirk. A shiver ran down Wooyoung’s spine, his body quivering in anticipation.

“Of course, Youngie.”