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San knew the sofa in his living room is way too small the moment he stepped into his newly rented apartment. It’s barely big enough for him, Mingi and Yunho to comfortably sit on while they’re having a game night.
It’s way too fucking tiny to contain Yunho’s ridiculously big body when the three of them get wasted after having one too many ‘this gotta be the last’ ones.
And how Mingi manages to wiggle his way on top of Yunho and sleep with him on the tiny, bright beige velour sofa is beyond San. He doesn’t even wanna ask, as long as neither of them puke their stomachs out onto his beloved chocolate-brown, shaggy rug.
He should have considered this as an obstacle making the suggestion earlier on. Certainly should have.
But then, is it really that terrible?
San met Jung Wooyoung in a baby supplies store, out of all places. His mother begged him to buy a present for his cousin’s baby 100th days celebration party in ‘that fancy store in Seoul’. San has explained times and times again she can just order online instead of sending her son to the store at the other end of the capital, pack it in the box and send it back to Namhae.
Unfortunately, his mother was one stubborn woman.
San found himself a little overwhelmed by the amount of items on the shelves, in the carts and just standing on to floor, all the beds, cots, prams, feeding chairs, toys, supplies and what not… his head was spinning. His mother wanted a very specific type of utensils plus bowl set, and San truly hoped he’d be able to find it here. Visiting another baby store wasn’t exactly on his wishlist, especially when his mother has assured the item will surely be there.
Of course he could order the thing online and just be done with the whole ordeal. But he was a good son, didn’t want to go against his mother, especially when he knew he’d be asked to snap a picture of the set he’s found for her approval before purchase.
In-person shopping it was.
San walked in the maze of shelves and racks, the signs over his head absolutely not cluing him on where the damn utensils might be.
He must have looked especially pathetic and lost because one of the workers finally, finally approached him and offered his help, which San gladly, although a little bashfully, accepted.
After all, just one look at the worker had him stuttering.
‘Wooyoung’ as his name tag said, was probably one of the most breath-taking people San has ever seen. He was wearing the cutest, comfiest looking sweater and a freaking apron, like nannies in pre-schools. San supposed it was his work uniform and all workers wore these, but Wooyoung looked especially cute, he decided.
His mismatched eyes seemed to entice him with a single flutter of the eyelashes, his hair split in half by black and blond, gathered in a messy half-ponytail and his lips, so full, so perfectly arched at the cupid’s bow oh how San wished the arrow was there to just struck right through his heart and, was that, a freckle? Wooyoung has a freckle on his perfect, glossy lips that were moving? Lips were moving, was he saying something to San?
“Sir? Sir, I need to know which type you’re looking for.” Wooyoung waved his hand in front of San’s face, noticing his suddenly zoned out expression. “Sir?”
“Shit, sorry.” San shakes his head knowing how much of a fool he’s just made of himself in front of such a beautiful man like Wooyoung. He certainly looks like a creep, staring mindlessly at the worker while he’s just trying to help. “Type? The silicone one, BPA free, with lacquered wooden handles, dishwasher and sterilizer safe.” San recites having heard the exact words so many times over the phone he doesn’t even have to think about it.
And Wooyoung fucking giggles at him.
The arrow struck right through his fucking heart that very second.
“Someone’s prepared, I see. Your wife must be proud.” Wooyoung says and covers his lips, concealing his beautiful smile and San’s heart immediately sinks. “They’re just by the corner, let me take you there.”
San is so pathetically embarrassed by Wooyoung’s words he can’t find his voice. He just follows the beautiful man in front, already knowing he’d follow him obediently into open flames if Wooyoung led him there.
“Here we are, Sir. There are actually a few different combinations you can purchase, ones with bowls, plates, chopsticks and bibs, all made from the same BPA free silicone. There are also six colours to choose from, I recommend either green, blue or yellow, these are the colours babies see best when they’re around three months. Any preferences?” Wooyoung just recites pointing to different packages, taking the pretty, pistachio green one from the shelf and handing it to San.
“Preferences..” San just dumbly repeats, mumbling under nose, still in desperate search of his voice. He looks at the item in front of him and then his gaze travels up, meeting Wooyoung’s politely smiling face. “I need the one with a bowl, please. And this colour is actually really nice.” He finally says, mind still looking for a way to explain the misunderstanding and maybe, by some pure miracle, ask Wooyoung for his number.
“Very well.” Wooyoung reaches to the shelf once again and San swears he can see a silver of his skin when his sweater rides up just the tiniest bit. He gulps and receives the correct item from Wooyoung. “Do you need anything else, Sir?”
San is once again stuck staring, mind so empty he can hear his heartbeat echoing inside.
Get a grip Choi San, it’s now or never.
“Your number.” San sputters out, a little shocked at how straightforward his own words were. He wants to turn on his heel and just walk out of the store, knowing how much of a fool he’s just made of himself. Besides, online shopping is a little cheaper, isn’t it?
“Sorry?” Wooyoung asks, as polite as ever, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
“I meant to say my cousin’s baby will surely like using these to eat, right? They seem comfortable.” San quickly backs out of his bold stupidity and coughs to mask the ridiculous situation. Before lowering his gaze he catches a glimpse of what he believes is a blush spreading on Wooyoung’s cheeks.
“I’m sure they will. Shall we proceed to the check-out?” Wooyoung says in his customer-friendly tone as if nothing weird has just transpired between them. San only nods dumbly and follows Wooyoung once again, this time to the registers.
Pay, take the receipt and disappear from the store once and for all. Sounds like a plan in San’s head.
“Would you like a paper bag, Sir?” Wooyoung asks as he scans the item, packing it into a bag once San nods yes. One touch of his phone to the pad later San is ready to leave, only waiting for the receipt to print.
“I’m sorry Sir, there seems to be something wrong with the machine. Would you mind waiting a moment? I’ll try to fix it real quick.” Wooyoung says as he fumbles with the receipt printing machine and San nods dumbly once again, not trusting himself or his voice anymore. He turns to the side not wanting to seem impatient and begs whoever sits up there to just end his foolish sufferings.
He might have blown the opportunity of his life, that cupid’s bow is never leaving his imagination.
“Here you go. I hope your cousin’s baby enjoys it!” Wooyoung finally handles him the bag, making sure to throw the receipt inside. “Have a good night, Sir. I hope you’ll shop with us again soon!” one more customer-friendly line, a quiet ‘thanks, bye’ from San and he’s out, praying he’s not as embarrassingly red as his face feels.
In all this madness he’s forgotten to snap a pic for his mother to get her approval, choosing to do it now and pretend he still has options to choose from. San cuts the corner so he’s not visible from the store anymore and pulls out the set, snapping a quick pic of it and sending to his mum on KakaoTalk. He waits for a while, watching the sent change into seen.
‘Good👍’ is all his mum sends back and San breathes out a breath of relief. Returning to the store to exchange the item was way too impossible right now. He throws the present back into the bag, making sure the receipt is there. And then he notices another piece of paper he certainly hasn’t seen before.
Curious, he rummages around the bag and grabs the paper, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, his face heating right back up immediately.
Shouldn’t have assumed, sorry
My number XXX-XXX-XXX
Wooyoung
It does take San two more days to finally message Wooyoung.
Wooyoung takes three dates to kiss him, the noise of busy Seoul evening not bothering them as they kiss in the back alley after stuffing their faces with marinated crab at Wooyoung’s favourite spot in the city.
On the fifth date, when Wooyoung is about to punch the code to his apartment with San standing by his side, wanting to make sure his date reaches home safely, San suddenly realizes he should just ask, despite all the nerves eating his braincells.
“Can I be your boyfriend, Young-ah?”
By the eleventh date, because despite being in a relationship they never stopped going on dates, San finally invites Wooyoung over to his apartment. Both Mingi and Yunho helped him clean the space leaving it absolutely spotless. After all, it was Wooyoung’s first time there, maybe even the first night at San’s place.
They decide to take it easy, put on some stupid movie and just cuddle, since the weather did not really approve of any outside activities. They’ve eaten pizza before arriving at San’s, washing it down with cola and burping their way back home, cackling when the sounds become too obscene for public space.
“You’re disgusting.” Wooyoung whispers as he slaps San’s chest, hurrying him up as the latter fondles with the keys. San only snickers and finally turns the lock, opening the doors for them.
“That’s me.” San says coyly, taking off his shoes and taking Wooyoung’s jacket as well to hang it neatly as the latter looks around his apartment.
“It’s cosy.” Wooyoung only comments as he walks around the small flat with a soft smile, not entering San’s bedroom nor bathroom yet.
San just stands there, watching Wooyoung as the latter snoops around, shamelessly opening his cupboards and reading the ridiculous cups San has been given as present throughout the years.
“Trying to get my shit together?” Wooyoung reads at the cup with a picture of a black cat pawing in its litter box. “This is so bad it’s actually hilarious, San-ah.”
“Oh shut it. I thought we came here to watch a movie, not judge me for my teenage humour and my cups.” San defends himself and approaches his boyfriend, taking the cup and putting it back in place. He scoffs at Wooyoung who only shrugs, a little mischievous glint in his eye.
“But I smell like pizza.” Wooyoung complains and San only rolls his eyes, knowing his boyfriend enough to read his intention easily. He only shakes his head and presses a quick kiss at Wooyoung’s temple before taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom, where his closet is. He wants to kiss him properly too, but can’t really gather himself enough to just do it, despite how many kisses they’ve shared already.
“Choose whichever you wanna. They’re all hanging here.” San just says having led Wooyoung in front of his wide selection of hoodies. San quickly learnt Wooyoung loved wearing his oversized hoodies more than anything in the world, even stealing two during their dates and San’s visits to his flat. And San couldn’t complain, finding it absolutely adorable time and time again. Now, given a free access to all of his wardrobe San could see just how wide his boyfriend’s beautiful smile has gotten, the latter already rummaging through all the hoodies hung in there.
San decided to ditch his ‘outside’ clothes as well and took off his jean jacket, leaving the simple black shirt on. He took a pair of clean, grey, home sweatpants and left Wooyoung in his bedroom, letting his boyfriend make his decision in peace.
After a quick visit in the bathroom and changing his pants San returned to the living room. They didn’t really discuss what kind of movie they wanna see, so San just turned on the TV and entered one of the streaming services, mindlessly browsing the titles.
“Have you chosen?” Wooyoung asks emerging from the bedroom and San only shakes his head, not yet looking back. Wooyoung’s socks-clad feet pad on the floor, soon enough joining San on the couch.
“You want popcorn?” San asks still clicking away at the remote, none of the movies really grabbing his attention. There’s a negative hum to his side and he finally decides to browse the animations section. “Treasure Planet? Been ages since I’ve seen this one.” San says, his gaze finally stopping at one of the titles. “Ok with you?”
“Had the fattest crush on Jim when I was young. Gimmie.” Wooyoung says cutely already cosying up on his damn tiny sofa. San presses play and watches the Disney logo light up the room in blue hues.
He finally looks to where Wooyoung sits and sees just what the latter has chosen to wear.
He knows Wooyoung is bold, daring and bratty.
But to wear a heavily oversized hoodie of his boyfriend and nothing else to cover his sinful thighs? San prays to all things above to stifle his impending boner.
They weren’t exactly explicit with their intimacy just yet, a few heated make out sessions here and there, maybe one time when Wooyoung fondled with his cock through his sweats when he visited latter’s flat the other day.
To see Wooyoung’s toned legs in all their glory, smooth, long and so deliciously squishy really muddles with San’s calm and soft approach he was sure they’d continue today.
He gulps, visibly, and loses words that might be appropriate to say right now, only the inappropriate ones running through his head. Wooyoung smirks, that fucker, and hugs his knee, firmly planting his foot on the couch, his black socks matching his fucking black, lace panties that San can see too well right now with how the hoodie has ridden up.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” San amends with a voice that barely sounds like his, saliva so thick he can barely swallow. He must be fucking red in the face, his cheeks and ears feel like burning. And Wooyoung’s still smirking.
“I am, what about it?” Wooyoung says daringly, chin up as he bares the column of his neck, teasing his boyfriend all the more. Oh, he loves his little game.
San swallows once more, rubbing at his eyes. He seriously has to get a grip of himself, even when it poses fucking impossible when his boyfriend decided to serve him a fucking heart attack with his sexiness today. His gaze is once more involuntarily drawn to Wooyoung’s legs, his hand already itching to grab and squish them, maybe even get himself suffocated by them.
The lace is peeking so teasingly from underneath the hem of the hoodie, the intricate patterns hugging Wooyoung’s hips and thigh so deliciously he wants to touch, to trace over the soft material and allow himself to just go crazy. His hands are already so sweaty, all the dirty thoughts making his head spin. And where’s all that courage coming from?
“Are we watching the movie or what?” the tease incarnate throws at him, tilting his head and looking at him innocently, his lower lips suddenly jutted out.
San is about to lose his mind.
He wants to touch his boyfriend so much, wants to follow the hem of the lace and just wrap his hands around Wooyoung’s thighs, wants to feel the muscle give in under his squeezing and watch his skin bloom with red marks matching his handprints and-
“San-ah?” Wooyoung tries again, both feet back on the floor and he observes San carefully, his lips still pulled into a seemingly innocent pout. San’s hips jerk with want, his cock just about stirs to life but he’s just a fool at Wooyoung’s mercy, wordlessly agreeing to play his game of push and pull.
“Movie, yeah.” He whispers tiredly, taking one last deep breath and turns to the TV, watching as the action slowly unfolds on the screen. It’s gonna be a long, long movie.
“But I wanna cuddle.” Wooyoung whispers, swiftly sitting up and reaching to San’s torso to push at it, pressing him into the couch until he’s lying down. His touch burns at San’s desire stricken body as he watches Wooyoung lowering himself over his body, waiting for San to find a comfortable position.
And then he fucking steps over him, planting his foot beside San’s hip, hand still on his chest for support. San’s breath just hitches, he’s suddenly so overwhelmed but can’t tear his gaze away from Wooyoung, from his perfect lips he wishes to just kiss, this instant. He doesn’t even know what to do right now, his hands and legs stuck in position Wooyoung has pressed him into.
Wooyoung’s merciful enough to lean down and brush their lips together, the brief wet warmth not enough for San’s sudden hunger.
So Wooyoung licks over his lips with his slick tongue, leaving San’s lips all glistening before dipping down again, this time to kiss him properly. San can feel Wooyoung’s weight resting on him as the kiss deepens, Wooyoung’s sinful tongue now lapping at his lower lip as his hand squeezes San’s cheeks, causing him to open his mouth.
Wooyoung is daring, San knows, and he loves how dominant he gets during their kisses, San always striving to match his tempo and enthusiasm each time things get heated. Wooyoung sits over him properly now, lips still connected in a messy, wet kiss, his palm holding his neck now, possessively and so hot San can’t help but just moan at all the sensations, once again proving himself no one above is keen on listening to his prayers as his now half-hard cock stirs when Wooyoung brushes over him.
The hand on his neck squeezes and San gasps heavily, breaking the kiss and turning his head to the side, eyes looking around frantically as he’s trying to find peace, calm his breath and humming mind. It’s too late, his desire might have taken over a little too much of him.
“Movie?”
Wooyoung’s voice barely registers and then the weight disappears, the hand and lips as well and San is left there on his tiny couch, gasping for air after surviving the tornado called Jung Wooyoung. His body jerks in belated reaction as his brain is yet to send out the proper commands, his eyes set on Wooyoung who’s just standing next to the couch, waiting patiently for his ass to move so he can join him on the couch.
“Move, San-ah. Told you I wanna cuddle.” He says softly as if he hasn’t just overturned San’s whole world. Does Wooyoung have a switch between proper and menace? Just how the fuck did he manage to look so collected in under five seconds?
San finally moves, trying to squish his broad chest more into the couch just so Wooyoung can lie next to him and cuddle, like he asked. If Yunho and Mingi can both fit here, him and Wooyoung can as well, right?
Only that it’s damn difficult.
They do fit, sure, but the fit is so tight San has to painfully arch his back just so his damn erection does not press too much into Wooyoung’s butt, who seems to be wiggling nearly restlessly in the tight space. It’s a dirty game he’s playing, but it’s been fifteen minutes of the movie and San has consciously watched maybe three of those. Wooyoung was a distraction through and through, first the stunt with the panties, then kiss and now wiggling into him.
San has had his arm thrown over Wooyoung’s waist all this time, hugging him but not too tightly, rather letting his arm limply lie over his body. Their legs, much to the already troubling situation, were tangled as Wooyoung pulled at San’s leg with his own, satisfied only when San’s leg was rested between his thighs, his naked, plush thighs he still couldn’t touch.
And so they are watching the movie.
San ditched the prayers and hopes as he realized the more he struggles to fight with hardening dick the more Wooyoung seems to be pushing back into him. With one last resigned sigh San just relaxes, letting his hips curve to the front into a more natural position.
“Sorry.” He mutters as he finally feels the warmth of Wooyoung’s body against his groin, his sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to conceal the exact shape of his cock pressing into Wooyoung. And Wooyoung finally stops wiggling, body relaxing into San, becoming so much softer in the hold.
“I don’t want you to be sorry, San-ah.” His voice, so different from what San has already heard today, sounds. It’s much softer, lenient and encouraging even, as if he was trying to console San? Wooyoung turns his head and his hair tickle at San’s nose, the awkward angle to look at each other not enough of a bother for Wooyoung to continue. “I like that you’re hard for me, ok? It’s flattering.” He smiles a soft, cutest smile with an adorable nose scrunch following right after. “I want you close, San-ah.”
Maybe that’s enough to calm his racing heart, because despite all the teasing he’s just been served Wooyoung is still soft for him, still likes him so much there are days San can’t believe it.
San adjusts his position so he’s really comfortable, pressing into Wooyoung’s body much more confidently now, even going as far as teasingly rolling his hips into his boyfriend, not believing the smallest of moans he hears coming from latter’s lips. Wooyoung’s dominance crumbled real fast, leaving him all warm and soft, almost too malleable in San’s now tight hold, his palm pressing possessively over his chest, pulling him closer towards his own body.
“Good, I wanted to be cuddled just like that.” Wooyoung praises him, his voice sounding a little too breathy compared to usual, but San decides to let it go, instead allowing himself to sniff at Wooyoung’s soft hair, kissing on top of his head as he finally found peace, able to focus on the movie playing.
Finally it’s serene, their bodies moulded against each other so comfortably San isn’t sure anymore where the border is. His thumb caresses over Wooyoung’s chest with leisure motions as Wooyoung’s own palm rests just beneath, fingers brushing San’s from time to time.
Yeah, it’s so damn nice to cuddle with your boyfriend, especially when your couch is fucking tiny.
“San-ah, I’m kinda cold.” Wooyoung whispers as if not to disturb the movie and San presses one more kiss to the top of his head and reaches back, knowing there’s that big purple blanket he usually wraps himself with while playing. With a great difficulty of handling the big piece of plush with only one hand San manages to get both of them covered, the cocoon of soft material quickly warming them even more than the hug. There’s a mutter of soft ‘thanks’ and San only nuzzles into Wooyoung’s hair, closing his eyes as he breaths in the fresh scent of Wooyoung’s shampoo, his hair tickling his face so much more now.
“San-ah.” Wooyoung whispers again and the latter only hums, not ready to speak and break their peaceful atmosphere just yet. “San-ah.” Wooyoung calls him once more and this time moves his hips back, wanting to feel his boyfriend’s hard cock press into him even more.
San gasps at the sudden switch in Wooyoung’s behaviour, once again, not knowing what to expect anymore. He wants to watch the movie peacefully in that quiet, lovely atmosphere but then wants to play with his boyfriend some more, knowing the his desire has been clued enough before.
Wooyoung rolls his hips back and down, his groin brushing against San’s thigh still snuggled so comfortably in between his legs. Something clicks in his brain and San realizes there might not be any more screen time today, for either of them.
San slides his leg a little higher, just until his thigh is rested perfectly against Wooyoung’s crotch. He wraps Wooyoung tighter, his fingers gripping at the material of the stolen hoodie.
One confident press of his leg up and Wooyoung is moaning, his strong muscle pressing right into his groin, spot on.
And then he feels it, even through the thickness of his sweatpants.
Wooyoung is fucking soaked.
His panties must be so wet if San can sense it, a damp spot surely blooming on his material clad thigh. San does it again, pressing his thigh up and this time Wooyoung jerks forward, his legs parting a bit wider just so San can press his leg even more into his body. Wooyoung rotates his pelvis just so the angle is perfect and rolls his hips on his own, desperate to feel the pressure once more.
San’s head is fucking spinning.
He doesn’t even know what to do with his body, with his hands. Wooyoung is panting but he can’t see him, can’t see the beautiful blush spreading on his cheek with a speed of light. His hands grip at San’s arm, nails pressing into his skin as San does it again, this time making sure he grinds his thigh for a few seconds, feeling how the damp spot on his pants keeps on spreading.
“Don’t be mean.” Wooyoung rasps and his own hips roll down again, head dipping even more into his own chest as he moans languidly. San just watches him, completely bewildered, deeply hoping his body won’t suddenly give up the auto-pilot because with the absolute emptiness in his head right now he doesn’t even know how to handle the situation.
It’s the most they’ve ever done, the most lewd and dirty they’ve ever shared. San is navigating blindly, not really knowing how to pleasure his boyfriend yet, hoping he doesn’t fuck it up anytime soon.
He doesn’t move his leg anymore, taking in the feeling of absolute dampness on his thigh, cursing the damn blanket for obstructing his view. He wants to see how wet Wooyoung has got, seemingly just because of him.
“San-ah.” Wooyoung moans out his name trying to roll his hips down again, but San has already lowered his leg to the point of no contact. Wooyoung wants to complain some more but then San’s hand breaks free from his hold and boldly travels down, down past the hem of the hoodie as his fingers are about to touch his naked thighs, fucking finally.
“May I?” San asks, too afraid to fuck the situation up but also wanting his boyfriend’s sane permission, before they both lose themselves.
“Do it.” Wooyoung’s voice sounds desperate, the sharp intake of air mixed with a whole-body jerk once San’s fingers finally brush against his naked thigh proof enough just how much he’s been anticipating that touch.
Maybe even more than San himself.
Touching the warm, soft skin has his hand trembling. He stared at the naked legs barely enough before, once again wishing for the blanket to be gone just so he can marvel upon the expanse of the soft skin.
With the most delicate touch San finally moves his hand down, letting his whole palm spread on Wooyoung’s thigh, causing him to whimper pathetically. San is so delicate with his touches, as if afraid had he pressed more Wooyoung would crumble.
The reaction spurs him on, San allowing himself to grow a little bolder as he rotates his hand and tries to wrap the toned thigh, squeezing meanly until he hears Wooyoung gasp, his leg jerking at the sudden spasm shooting through. San wants to chuckle but the impatient groan of his boyfriend prevents that, instead aiming his hand up, underneath the hem of the hoodie.
To his surprise Wooyoung’s quicker, his own hand reaching to tug at the hoodie and expose himself, his lace out in the open for San to touch but not to see. His body starts shaking in anticipation, legs suddenly so tense he’s afraid he’ll get a cramp if this continues.
San doesn’t even want to think of the state of his own underwear, not able to focus on his own dick when he has Wooyoung baring himself only for him.
Hand sliding up his fingers finally brush against the lace as San follows the hem to press his palm flat against Wooyoung’s hipbone, fingers wiggling their way underneath the lace to take a break and contain his widely pounding heart, feeling the beating even in his throat.
“You’re so cute, San-ah.” Wooyoung whispers and turns his head once again, doing his best to look at his beet-red in the face boyfriend. San catches his gaze and dips down, the urge to kiss those sinful lips overthrowing any words he might have wanted to say.
They kiss even if the angle is off and San can feel Wooyoung’s fingers tugging at his hair, pulling him closer into the kiss as his teeth nip at the lower lip, suckling and teasing the already swollen skin.
The fingers stay glued exactly there, San not finding confidence to go any further.
Sure he was horny, probably on the verge of cumming with how much teasing Wooyoung has already done but he also wasn’t as experienced as much as he’d like, too bashful to take the lead fully. Wooyoung didn’t protest but also did not verbally ask him to go any further, adding to his current hesitation.
San bites softly at Wooyoung’s tongue and the latter yelps in the kiss, him jerking in surprise causing San’s nimble fingers to slip away and back to the thigh, Wooyoung immediately protesting with a groan.
“What do you want me to do?” San asks finally breaking the kiss, too unsure to even move his hand back anymore. “I don’t know how far…” he can’t find any words to continue.
Wooyoung smiles that soft, understanding smile once again and bops his nose against San’s, giving him one more sweet kiss. Then the hand previously gripping at his hair is now wrapping on San’s wrist, both their hands being guided down, right over Wooyoung’s groin. San’s palm is first rested and then pressed into the mound of Wooyoung’s groin, still hidden beneath the completely soaked panties.
“How about we see how it goes? You’re doing really well, cutie.” Wooyoung praises him as he rolls his hips into San’s palm.
He’s yet to update his brain on the current situation, the feeling of absolute wetness just beneath his fingers overwhelming him a whole lot. Wooyoung’s fingers stay wrapped on his wrist but don’t push, just there in what San hopes is support.
“We don’t have to do anything, either. I don’t want to force you, even if I teased you before.”
San swallows one last time and presses his spread out fingers right onto Wooyoung’s pussy, his outer folds so perfectly sensible under the thin lace. The softness he feels underneath his fingers makes him grip it, cupping the fat folds with his hand and pressing into it, making sure his fingers get coated in the wetness as much as possible.
Wooyoung writhes in the hold, not expecting such boldness from San. His leg bends to give San better access, an action so instinctual he doesn’t even control it.
All he knows is his boyfriend is finally touching his pussy, something he’s dreamt of for quite a while now. He curls on himself once again, wiggling his butt back and onto San’s hardness, the softest of moans making him smirk.
“Play nice.” San scolds him in a heavy whisper, his fingers now sliding all over the soaked material, seemingly getting familiar with the new territory. It’s cute, it’s fun, but most importantly it’s fucking hot, Wooyoung can feel himself leaking some more even though San hasn’t touched him properly just yet. He lets go of his hand and rests his own palm over his lower abdomen, scratching at his trail leading to the neatly trimmed hair on his mound. Did he shave especially for today? Maybe, just maybe.
San’s fingertips graze against his folds so softly Wooyoung wants to beg for him to just tear the panties off, but knows better than to disturb. It’s their first time and he knows just how little experience San has. Besides, he’s in constant need of attention, a little worship from his boyfriend might go the long way for him.
“Damn…” San whispers more to himself, fingers finally mapping out the area. He slides them up and presses into what he hopes is the general location of Wooyoung’s clit, the sudden jerk of his boyfriend’s hips confirming his suspicions. “You’re so wet, Young-ah.” He dares to say right over Wooyoung’s ear, watching the delicate skin redden immediately.
“Just for you, you know.” He responds, trying to mask just how much San’s words influenced him. “Wait ‘till you get inside.”
“Can I?” there’s the wobble of hesitation again and Wooyoung chooses to nod, his own hand caressing right over the hem of his panties. San has barely touched him yet he’s already so jittery.
San can’t believe just how wet his fingers are, the lace so soaked he swears he can pull away and the string of slick would stay connected to his fingers. He was given permission but he wants to touch Wooyoung like this a little longer, squishing the soft folds in his palm and let his fingers graze up and down, pressing down on the material and feeling as it finally gives in, fingers pushing the panties in between the folds as his fingers get coated in warm wetness instantly.
He can’t think, too enthralled by the foreign feeling in his hand, trying his best to focus on listening to all the pretty gasps and elongated moans of the other. It’s the first time he has Wooyoung this jittery, his body trembling with each squeeze and slide of his palm.
San decides he loves seeing Wooyoung like this.
“Sannie…” there’s a choked whisper of his name and San only leans into Wooyoung’s curled body, pressing his nose into latter’s sweaty nape, doing his best to press his lips to the skin. His fingers finally let go of the wetness and sneak underneath the hem, fingertips grazing the tiny ribbon with a pearl in the centre of the hem on their way.
San spends a moment to feel Wooyoung’s neatly trimmed pubes, a small, appreciative snort escaping him as he presses another kiss to his nape. Wooyoung’s body is so warm against him, the damn blanket heating them way too much than necessary. But then there’s something about not being able to see what he’s doing, letting his fingers explore before his eyes do.
Fingers slide lower, stretching the material until his whole hand is finally in. He felt the wetness before, but now? His fingers are drowning in all the goop, the slickness so hot if feels nearly impossible.
“Fuck.” San curses quietly and presses himself even more into Wooyoung, rolling his hips into his butt just so his neglected cock does not fall off from how hard it is. Wooyoung moans at the sensation and curves his hips forward into San’s hand, urging him on to finally touch him properly.
“Please, San-ah.” His legs lifts, bending even more, just so San finally does something, anything with his fingers.
And so San does, dipping his fingers in between the folds, fucking finally, his middle finger grazing against his hole and up, flicking directly against the clit. Wooyoung jerks so heavily he almost falls off his damn tiny couch, San has to tighten his nearly non-existent grip around his body to save him.
His body feels too heavy, too warm, too wet. San’s thick fingers are fumbling around his pussy so clumsily it’s adorable, his inexperience laced with curiosity a very dangerous concoction for Wooyoung’s body, so deeply submerged in anticipation.
San’s middle finger is the most active right now, sliding agonizingly slowly between Wooyoung’s folds, updating the mental map of the pussy now that he’s touching the real thing. His finger finds the clit again and he flicks it, not expecting Wooyoung’s choked up moan to be so loud.
So he does it again, and again.
Wooyoung’s whole body is shaking, the jerky jumps of his legs and choked gasps giving him pure euphoria as San closes his eyes and presses his forehead into Wooyoung’s nape, letting his heavy breath disappear into the material of his own hoodie, not wanting Wooyoung to realize just how straining it is for his mentality.
“A little gentler, it’s sensitive.” Wooyoung whispers and San actually appreciated the guidance, knowing he’s certainly not doing it the most efficient way. He relaxes his hand and presses his fingertip against the erected clit, albeit softly, and moves his finger around, tugging at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Like that, San-ah. Good boy.” San swears he leaks at the words. He masks his groan with a cough, face nuzzling into Wooyoung’s shoulder-blade a little more.
His finger work this exact way, the wetness surrounding it helping greatly with the slide. And Wooyoung gives him the most beautiful concert of moans and whimpers, each time he flicks a little too enthusiastically causing him to jerk in the hold. Wooyoung’s hand travels down, covering San’s own although over the soaked material, but the heaviness of his hold is reassuring enough to keep going, maybe try tugging at the clit a little more meanly now.
Wooyoung’s fingers press against his hand in the same rhythm he teases his pussy, his leg bent so far it’s actually resting behind San’s legs now as Wooyoung lies shamelessly spread open underneath the blanket. San looks down to see his leg jerking and smiles to himself, craning up to press a kiss behind Wooyoung’s ear.
“So wet, only for me right?” he gathers enough courage to tease back, sliding his finger lower now, caressing the tight, damp hole with two of his fingers, circling around it teasingly.
Wooyoung didn’t expect San to catch the rhythm so easily, to grow so bold in such a short period of time. He appreciates it though, loving the way San fondles with his pussy, his hesitant touches growing more and more experienced.
The hardness of his boyfriend’s cock was pressing into his body so much he was near damn sure he’d have a cock shaped dent in his lower back by the end of the night.
San’s fingers finally seem to move, one of them dipping just the fingertip inside, the immediate squelch causing them both to sigh heavily. It was just so lewd to hear how horny for San Wooyoung has been all this time.
“More.” Wooyoung’s moan laced into whisper causes San to urgently press his finger deeper, half of the length already in, soaked completely in all the slick. Wooyoung is tight, the ridges of the inside squeeze his finger so much he’s afraid he won’t be able to retract it ever again but then he feels Wooyoung’s hand pushing on his own, asking to enter deeper, to go further.
San does just that, pushing his finger deeper, breaching the tight, wet hole, listening to all the pretty sounds Wooyoung is making just for him, only because of him.
The finger stays there, unmoving, as San gives a quick prayer to alleviate the pressure on his cock, to at least set it free from his pants. Wooyoung’s hips wiggle in a plea to move his hand and San provides, dragging his finger out and back in again, giving Wooyoung all the more reason to gasp.
San is so slow and unsure with his movements it actually is driving him crazy, even if he knows he likes it a little rougher San still manages to bring him indescribable pleasure, all his tentative, shaky moves as he glides through his wetness making him lose his damn mind every other second.
The tempo of his moves finally picks up, his finger entering the tightness with much more confidence now, his other fingers pressing into the folds and getting damp with the slick so much he feels it stringing between each of this fingers.
It’s almost surreal.
“Just like than, Sannie.” Wooyoung praises and adjusts himself a little, turning more onto his back and into San’s chest, his other hand reaching to San’s cheek and pulling him into a kiss, lazy and messy one as San keeps on working his finger in and out.
Wooyoung’s body jerks in the kiss when San sucks at his lower lip, a languid, muffled moan praising him, fuelling him to give even more. The kiss gets hungrier, messier, San doing his best to keep Wooyoung busy as he retracts his finger completely, only to plunge right back with two this time, stretching the tightness of the pussy with his digits.
There’s a moan so loud it actually breaks the kiss, Wooyoung’s whole body trying to turn towards San but the latter keeps him in the same position, his fingers sliding deeper and deeper as Wooyoung whimpers, his teeth chattering in delicious pleasure. San’s thick fingers, which Wooyoung has surely ogled more than once already fill him so well, the squelch of slick being squished back into him making him roll his eyes so much it actually hurts.
His hand shoots to San’s arm that’s pleasuring him and he wraps it tightly, his whole body curving into the touch, hips jerking with each wave of fingers San serves inside of him. He’s about to go mad, the oxygen is not enough anymore as all he can do now is whimper, choking on his own breath.
San is taking him apart, second by second, driving him fucking insane.
“Like that?” San has the audacity to ask against his lips, licking at saliva-coated mouth and pressing one more peck there. Wooyoung can only moan in response, his building up orgasm finally causing his toes to curl.
San begins fucking his fingers in and out, now knowing how to move them to have Wooyoung writhing with pleasure and play him like the most precious instrument, the melodies leaving his lips having his cock weeping pathetically, still squished uncomfortably against Wooyoung’s butt.
He doesn’t want to stop be he also doesn’t want to lose his damn dick, at least not before experiencing the tight wetness of Wooyoung’s pussy. He’s weighing his options because he’s in actual pain right now, the damn lack of wiggle room on his tiny sofa getting cursed in his mind repeatedly.
“Young-ah,” he starts, slowly halting his fingers but not really pulling them out just yet. “I kinda gotta take my dick out, it hurts.” He states simply, knowing there’s no actual point in beating around the bush with Wooyoung.
Wooyoung sobers up immediately and turns back to San, this time allowed to turn on his back and face him properly. San wiggles back into the pillows of the sofa as much as possible, wrapping his up until now unoccupied hand under Wooyoung’s shoulders to make sure he doesn’t fall off.
“Can I?” Wooyoung asks as San keeps his fingers still inside, his mind slowly coming to due to their rearrangements on the sofa. Wooyoung is so wet he’s near damn sure his fingers look like prunes now, maybe even his whole hand.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” He says suddenly feeling himself blush, realizing Wooyoung is about to touch his naked dick for the first time.
That’s a lot of firsts for him this evening.
Wooyoung reaches his hand to the waistband and wastes no time just pulling it down, San’s boxers receiving the very same treatment. San wiggles a little and makes sure both pieces slide at least till his mid-thigh, not wanting anything pinching his skin.
Wooyoung’s hand feels like heaven on his poor, weeping dick, the pre-cum smeared all over the tip and his boyfriend’s fingers already. They stay still for a moment, both unsure how to proceed. They both operate blindly, neither of them suggesting to get rid of the damn blanket, but maybe that gives them a bit of confidence boost, knowing they’re not stared at excessively.
San moves his fingers first, spreading them inside and watching as Wooyoung’s mouth falls open, a sharp breath sucked in. Oh, he’s not gonna last much longer if he’s allowed to see Wooyoung’s pretty reactions and all blissed out expressions from now on.
Wooyoung tugs at his length, wrapping it properly and San’s forehead drops to his shoulder, hiding into the material as he tries muffling his own groans.
“Don’t hide from me, San-ah. I wanna see it all.” Wooyoung whispers and lifts his face with two of his fingers, their gaze meeting shyly. Only now San can see just how beautifully flushed Wooyoung is, how his messy, sweaty hair frame his face so adorably, his full, beautiful lips parted due to all the moans and gasps.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty Young-ah.” The compliment falls way too easily and Wooyoung giggles, nuzzling their noses together.
“Thank you, handsome.” He returns the compliment and cranes up to steal his lips in another kiss. As if on cue they both move their hands, Wooyoung properly jerking San now, San in return spreading his fingers and working them in and out, feeling the tightness slowly give in, the squelchy sounds still making his eyes roll with the lewdness.
They work separately yet together, hands bringing each so much pleasure the kiss becomes an occasional touch of lips in the cacophony of their moans and whimpers, Wooyoung’s teeth chattering once again when San turns up the tempo. His wrist flicks so much quicker now, the fingers slide in and out with finesse, properly fucking Wooyoung’s pussy now.
Wooyoung’s grip on his cock loosens and tightens, the tempo is fucking off but it doesn’t matter, San starts trusting his hip into Wooyoung’s open hand, not even able to stop himself anymore. He’s drowning in all the slickness, in all the beautiful sounds Wooyoung’s making, his mind is fucking blank and he still can’t believe just how perfect the man in his arms actually is.
“Close.” Wooyoung mutters against his lips and San feels electricity running through him, the idea of Wooyoung coming undone just by two of his fingers right on his damn tiny sofa suddenly too fucking surreal. “Don’ change a’thing, ‘s perfect.” Wooyoung slurs and hides his head under San’s jaw, nuzzling into him as his hand works his length a little more stable now, as if gathering all his wits to give San a mind-blowing orgasm as well.
San doesn’t dare changing the tempo per Wooyoung’s request, and even if his fingers already feel like cramping he braces through, impatient to see Wooyoung’s orgasm stricken face. His whole body is shaking already, hot breath is hitting his neck so much San swears his shirt is damp already in that one spot.
“For me, Young-ah, cum for me,” San pleads pathetically feeling just how much Wooyoung is already clenching around his fingers, the surge of slick and the erratic shaking surely meaning Wooyoung’s about to come right this moment, the hand on his cock losing the grip completely.
Instead Wooyoung reaches to his lower abdomen and presses his palm into the soft belly, and San does not really understand why but after two more moves of his fingers Wooyoung clamps his thighs together and curls on himself, trapping San’s hand in between, the orgasm finally running him over like a fucking truck. He screams pure gibberish, choking on his own moans as he’s clawing at San’s hand to keep it right there, voice completely broken with all the whimpers.
San moves his fingers just the slightest due to the limited space, his other hand wrapping Wooyoung a little tighter as his body still jerks involuntarily, making sure he doesn’t fall of the sofa.
“Fuck, shit, San, fuck.” Wooyoung babbles still holding his hand, his head now thrown to the back and San can finally witness his blissed out expression, eyes shut tightly, the darkest of natural blush adorning his adorable cheeks, lips so swollen and glistening with saliva San really wants to kiss him this instant.
“Fuck, the clit San, touch.” It’s a wonder how San understands his plea but with the slight relaxation of Wooyoung’s thighs he scores a little more freedom, reluctantly pulling his completely squished fingers out and moving to the bundle over, caressing it just like Wooyoung liked it before.
“Like that, San-ah, perfect.” Wooyoung sounds completely gone, his eyes are actually rolled back as San leads him into overstimulation, his own cock drooling so much pre-cum over Wooyoung’s hips he knows he needs just a few tugs and he’ll be coming as well.
He’s massaging Wooyoung’s clit so delicately and finally Wooyoung gasps so heavily he actually rolls again, this time facing San and snuggling into him as much as possible. San’s hand isn’t even doing anything anymore, just stays trapped between his boyfriend’s legs as Wooyoung rolls his hips forwards and into him, seemingly still riding out his orgasm.
They’re kissing once again and San’s head is spinning, everything that’s just transpired feeling more like a fever dream than anything else actually. His cock is squished once again and he can’t help but thrust into Wooyoung, the tip smearing all over his belly now.
“Shit, your dick.” Wooyoung says and San could laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement if it wasn’t for Wooyoung’s eager fingers swiftly wrapping his length and jerking him off, much more steadily than before.
“Sorry you had to wait, you can come for me now.” Wooyoung whispers against his lips and flicks his tongue over San’s own swollen mouth, his whole palm working his cock so wonderfully he’s actually spilling onto Wooyoung’s belly in no time, painting the pretty flushed skin white with all this thick, hot cum. “Good boy, just like that.” He praises some more and continues working the length, listening to all the choked groans and stuttering breaths his boyfriend makes.
San is thankful Wooyoung managed to lift the material of his hoodie so high up, washing his own cum off the clothes did not sound like a fun date activity in the slightest.
He’s actually exhausted, San realizes, his breath coming in too slow, too little. He’s panting like a damn dog and Wooyoung is still holding his cock, still trying to milk him some more apparently. He wants to protest, knowing he’s given his all already but then Wooyoung’s fingers feel so damn nice over the velvety skin, slowly working over his already softening member.
Oh, pure bliss.
“Good?” Wooyoung dares to ask after blowing San’s mind so much he has to take a moment to remember his family cat’s name. He must have some weird, dopey smile on his face because Wooyoung just chuckles at him, pressing one sweet kiss to his lips. “It surely felt good to me, San-ah.”
San nods, finally, his smile growing when he hears another praise. His lack of experience did not really ruin things, thankfully, but Wooyoung’s patient guidance only made the whole ordeal actually fucking mind-blowing.
“Yeah.” He says so eloquently, head still swimming with all the pleasure he’s given and experienced. “Good.”
Wooyoung cackles at him this time, both hands grabbing at his cheeks and pulling him in for a kiss, careful not to tilt himself too much and slide the cum off his body.
“We gotta clean up.” Wooyoung says and San wants to shake his head, not ready to let go of his boyfriend, but then realizes it’s a damn rented apartment and the sofa isn’t even his, and he still doesn’t really fancy washing the spilled cum out of any surface today. There’s a brief idea to just wipe themselves with a blanket, but this too gets cancelled quickly.
His hand is finally freed from between Wooyoung’s thighs, even if he didn’t want that at all, and Wooyoung just cups underneath the puddle of the cum not to let anything spill. He swiftly bolts to the bathroom to wash it off, San not having enough time to even stare at his jiggling butt. He curses under his nose and stands as well, not really bothering to cover himself anymore. He clicks the TV off, not even bothering to check how much of the movie they’ve… seen.
Wooyoung seems to be taking a while in there so he just waits by the door, not really sure if he’s allowed to enter. He should just knock and ask, but Wooyoung beats him to it.
“Can I shower? I’m a mess.” Wooyoung asks as his head peeks out, San immediately turning back not really wanting to be seen with his dick just hanging out. He hears Wooyoung chuckle and rubs at his eyebrows, not really thinking this whole thing through. “Maybe you wanna join me? Your sofa might be a tight squeeze but I think we’ll fit in the shower just fine.”
It’s another lewd suggestion from Wooyoung even if it doesn’t seem like it and San can’t pretend anymore he doesn’t want that. He actually can’t think of any better option right now.
“I might get hard again, though.” He tries excusing himself, already feeling his dick stirring in interest.
“So get hard again, and I’ll make you cum again. Think I’ve proven enough I know how to handle all that, hm?”
His damn beige, velour sofa might be tiny, but his shower, like Wooyoung said, is certainly big enough for both of them to stand comfortably.
Maybe even for Wooyoung to kneel before San.