As soon as Wooyoung opens the passenger door for San, he's immediately wrapped around him like a spider monkey, legs gripping his waist and arms snaking around his neck.

Wooyoung chuckles and holds San's ass up with one hand as he slams the car door shut behind them, connecting his lips with San's needy ones as he walks them up to his house. Wooyoung groans deeply into the rough kiss when San begins to rub his hard-on against the front of his pants, making it slightly more difficult to keep them both up as he fumbles for his keys.

San pants loudly as his back is pressed up against the door of the house, parting for just a moment before he captures Wooyoung's lips again, not letting him actually look for his keys.

Wooyoung digs them out eventually, giving San one hell of an ass squeeze as he opens the door. The door swings open, San's back not leaving it even as it hits the wall inside, a pretty loud thump able to be heard.

Neither boy cares about how much noise they're making or how lewd they're being out in the open until they start to hear hysterical laughter coming from not so far away.

"Oh my god," A boy's voice says through laughs, "Please get a room! I never ever wanted to see that!"

"It's kinda hot," A girl's voice giggles, "How 'bout we do that, Jongho?" She starts to make teasing kissy faces at him.

"Kyelin, get the hell away from me," He smiles as he playfully holds her away.

Wooyoung and San part from each other when they hear the voices, both boys turning towards them.

Wooyoung chuckles, "I thought you two would've been asleep already, or at least in Jongho's room, geez."

San is frozen as he looks at the two younger-looking people sitting on a big leather couch that's facing a television, remembering that Wooyoung mentioned a brother. That must be him, and that must be his brother's friend.

"Like that banging wouldn't have woken us up even if we were asleep!"

"Seriously, can you and your man keep it down tonight? We're trying to study."

San looks at the coffee table that's covered in cards and then at the television that looks like it has some sort of animated show on.

Study?

"Study my ass, you guys graduated two years ago," Wooyoung narrows his eyes, "I didn't drink a sip tonight, so nothing is getting past me," He shakes his head, "Now, hush up, you're embarrassing my guest."

San blushes deeply, feeling slightly awkward, but that awkwardness doesn't down his arousal, which he's sure that Wooyoung can still feel.

"It's okay," San whispers, a small smile on his face at the natural conversation between Wooyoung and his brother, wishing he knew what it was like to have that familial connection.

Wooyoung looks back at San with a wide smile, kissing him on the lips, "Don't think I've forgotten about you, my sweet Sannie."

Jongho and Kyelin groan, but Wooyoung pays them no mind as he carries San back down the hallway and to, San assumes, his bedroom.

The bed's headboard hits back against the wall when San's back falls onto the mattress, Wooyoung on top of him, doubling the weight. Within seconds, San is pulling at Wooyoung's shirt, parting only for the millisecond it takes to rip it off of him.

"F-Fuck, you're so sexy..." San pants, looking at Wooyoung's fit chest, the ab indentations almost mouth-watering. Literally, San is this close to licking up his stomach, wanting to feel the way his tongue would glide between each crevice-

"Not as sexy as you," Wooyoung chuckles and by god, San swears it's the most arousal-inducing sound he's ever heard.

"Show me then," San tempts him, " How sexy I am," He smirks, leaning back on the bed with his arms above his head so Wooyoung can undress him as he pleases, giving up all strength for a moment just to see what his dancer will do.

Wooyoung licks his lips, staring down at San with the most insatiable, sinful thoughts, "I thought you'd never ask," His voice seems lower, dropping at least three octaves and it has San trembling beneath him.

San arches his back when the bare skin of Wooyoung's hands touch his own, stripping him of his shirt before he mind-achingly trails those hands down San's thin frame, "So... beautiful," He whispers, his once feverish thoughts and actions dialing back down to wanting to cherish this moment.

San feels his breath catch in his throat at the way Wooyoung whispers the praise, it doing things to his heart that San wishes he didn't have to think about, but his brain can't help it.

He treats me so well...

So special...

San gently runs his hand down Wooyoung's arm, leading him to his jean zipper slowly, both of their movements still just as wanting, but there's something else behind each motion.

Wooyoung leans down and kisses down San's stomach, unzipping his pants as he passes his belly button, "So. Precious. So. Pretty," He murmurs between kisses, "I'm going to pleasure you all night," He smirks, looking up at San through his lashes as he yanks down San's jeans, letting them fall onto the floor without another thought.

He's surprised when something pops up immediately, and his face reddens, "Sannie, you bad kitten," He chuckles, "Not wearing underwear, eh?"

"I wanted to be ready for you at all times," San giggles, coming up with an excuse for his genuine forgetfulness quickly.

"Mhm, is that so?" Wooyoung unashamedly licks up San's shaft, drawing a moan out of his kitten at first contact. He swirls his tongue around San's head before he takes him in his entirety, causing San to arch back, his head falling into the pillows as he whines in pleasure.

Although San falls back onto the bed, Wooyoung doesn't stop from watching him as he sucks the life out of him, anticipating the moment their eyes meet. He lets him slip out of his mouth for just a second as he slicks up his index and middle finger, carefully nearing his hole as Wooyoung lowers his mouth back down onto San's length.

San gasps, looking down at Wooyoung and finally meeting his gaze when Wooyoung slips one finger into him, then two fingers and his face twists with pleasure, "W-Woo, oh my god, more more more-" San cries out when Wooyoung's long fingers brush against his prostate at the same moment his cock hits the back of his mouth, "I-I-" He can't finish his sentence, instead finishing into Wooyoung's mouth.

Wooyoung swallows every last drop and lets San fall from his mouth, but he doesn't stop himself from adding a third finger into him as he climbs up to kiss San's intoxicating lips.

"Your lips taste just as sweet as you," Wooyoung hums between kisses, "How are you feeling, kitten?" He asks, wanting to check in and make sure everything is still okay and he's feeling good.

San looks at Wooyoung with heavy lids, his eyes glazed over in deliriousness, driven near-mad from pleasure, "So good..." His heart is beating so fast, fast enough to make him think he's high, Jesus, he feels high. Every time Wooyoung touches him, looks at him, speaks to him, he feels this indescribable sensation beneath his skin.

"Good," Wooyoung breathes hotly against San's mouth, connecting their lips once more as he works him open just a bit more, wanting to make sure he's fully ready. He doesn't want to mess this up.

San's body shivers when Wooyoung pulls his fingers out of him, suddenly feeling cold and empty, missing the warmness and closeness instantaneously.

His mind and body slows, as if he was put in slow motion, gazing up at Wooyoung while he looks down and rubs his body, positioning himself better over top of him.

San forgets to blink, he's so caught up, his eyes faintly watering when he realizes that this will be the first time being this intimate with someone other than Seonghwa -- The first time ever having sex with someone other than Seonghwa.

"B-Be gentle, o-okay?" San whispers, and is met with a bright smile and a kiss that feels almost loving.

"I won't be anything but."

San nervously tenses when Wooyoung's tip grazes his sensitive hole, but he quickly relaxes again when Wooyoung meets his eyes once more, melting under that adoring smile of his and the way his eyes twinkle.

Their moans and groans mix together as one when Wooyoung enters San, his walls squeezing him all the way in, their heated breath turning into one air.

"M-Move," San stutters out, wrapping his arms around Wooyoung's fit body to grip onto his back tightly, grasping at the skin as soon as he pulls out and pushes back into him, it not taking long at all to find the perfect motion for the both of them.

"God, Sannie," Wooyoung groans into San's mouth, their lips fluttering against one another as they both can't seem to contain their sounds, "Your moans are going to kill me."

"W-Woo," San's eyebrows curl up as he whimpers, " Nng, Wooyoung," He moans, "Fuck me harder, I know you can," He kisses Wooyoung roughly, biting on his bottom lip as he pushes his hips up to meet Wooyoung's, "Don't hold back," He whines needily.

Wooyoung grinds into San deeply, making San's whole body move up on the bed with each arduous thrust, "Mmm, ask and you shall receive, my pretty kitten," He digs his face into San's neck and starts to relentlessly sucking on his skin, leaving raw marks all over that deepen in color and in sensitivity.

San keeps one hand pawing at Wooyoung's back, while the other laces through his blond strands, pulling tightly the closer he gets to release, "I-"

Wooyoung kisses San softly, "W-Wait, Sannie," He presses their foreheads together, their eyes blurring as they try to focus on each other but can't when they're that close, "I'm, god, I'm so close..."

"N-Now, Woo," San cries out, unable to hold himself back from releasing a hot liquid all over his and Wooyoung's stomachs. Midway through his ecstasy, Wooyoung reaches his as well, filling San all the way up, their sweat and cum mixing together perfectly.

Wooyoung wraps his arms around San tightly, taking him into his embrace, not worrying about how he's still buried deep within him. San doesn't even think of complaining, loving the feeling of that intense warmth both inside and outside of him. He doesn't want to ever lose this sensation, wanting to revel in it as long as he possibly can.

San isn't sure how long they lie there together just like that, not once parting from each other's arms, and it makes him emotional again. His eyes start to get heavy and he knows he's likely going to fall asleep like this.

"Woo...?"

"Yes, kitten?"

"Could you, uhm, hold me like this for the whole night...?"

Wooyoung kisses San's lips, noticing how tired he seems, so he slowly rolls off of him, not breaking their embrace, just lying beside him instead of on him. He knows that his heavy body would get only heavier if he fell asleep and couldn't hold himself up, so this is much better.

"Of course, I'll never let you leave my arms."

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The next morning, San groans and rolls over in the bed, the sheets and blankets tangling around his body. He rubs his eyes and opens them to see he's on the side of the bed that Wooyoung was on when they fell asleep together last night, the boy being absent from the warmth of the covers.

"Woo~" San sleepily pouts, lifting his head up to see the bathroom door shut and he can faintly hear the sound of water running.

Oh, he's showering...

San smirks to himself and sits up fully, the covers falling into his lap to reveal his still naked chest.

Maybe I should join him

He gets up and is about to sneak his way into the bathroom when he hears knocking, it sounds like someone is knocking on the front door of Wooyoung's house.

San groans again, less sleepy this time and more annoyed as he quickly goes to where his and Wooyoung's clothes from last night lay strewn across the bedroom floor, leaning down to pick up a pair of pants, not bothering to fully register if they were his or Woo's. He shrugs them on and grabs a blanket to wrap around himself similar to a cape, and he pads out of the room, going up to the front door where the incessant knocking is still coming from.

Jesus H. Christ, how have his knuckles not fallen off yet?

San opens the door to see a black-haired, heavily pierced, and tattooed man standing there, his fist still held up as if to knock again.

The intimidating man cocks an eyebrow, looking San up and down to assess him, "Yo, where's Kyelin at?"

San's face contorts with confusion for a moment, busy looking at the double barbell through the man's eyebrow, the dermal, and the abnormal amount of lip and ear piercings, "Who?"

"Kyelin," The man narrows his dark smoky eyes once he looks back at San, meeting his makeup-less eyes with a penetrating stare, "My sister."

"K-Kyelin?" San realizes that that must've been the name of Wooyoung's brother's best friend, and he faintly remembers Wooyoung mentioning her before as well as addressing her last night, "Who are you?"

"Her brother, dipshit. Hongjoong," The man, Hongjoong, rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, "Now tell my rotten sister to get her ass out here, I gotta go downtown today to do some important shit."

San's heart races in fear, suddenly not wanting to be in this scary guy's presence any longer than he has to. He's able to call for Kyelin when she comes out from Jongho's room.

"Ugh, Joong, don't scare Wooyoung's boyfriend away," Kyelin sighs, letting San step to the side as she stands in front of her brother, "Jongho and I have been waiting forever for him to find someone, and he has, so shoo!" She flits her hands out, "Don't you have stuff to do?"

"Damn right," Hongjoong keeps his eyes narrowed at San while Kyelin rushes out to the car, a black Malibu that matches his hair and aura. He turns around and calls out to San without looking at him, "Tell Woo that he's scored himself a sexy ass piece of meat."

Sexy ass- Wait, did he just call me a piece of meat?

San snubs the man and closes the door rather hard before turning to go back to Wooyoung's room.

Hongjoong, eh?

"That guy's nothing but trouble," Wooyoung says, coming out of his room with fresh clothes on and his hands rubbing at his hair with a towel, "Sorry he gave you a hard time, Sannie. That's Kyelin's brother, and that's the only reason I put up with him."

"He sounds like a piece of work."

"Sure as hell is," Wooyoung laughs, "But Kyelin is cool, she's been friends with Jongho since- well, forever. They play cards together and all."

"Magic, Woo, it's called Magic. It's really popular right now," Jongho's voice abruptly comes into the room as well, "We're the best players in town," He smiles proudly once he gets to San and Wooyoung, "In both commander and standard!"

San nods, pretending he understands what any of those words mean, but knowing that it must be good, "That's cool."

"Do you play?" Jongho asks excitedly, "Woo doesn't play with us anymore, and we'd love to have a three-player game again. We promise we wouldn't gang up on you~"

San sideways glances at Wooyoung, and Wooyoung can't help but chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand.

"No, I don't," San says, but Jongho is quick with his words.

"We can always teach you!"

San feels this strange urge to say yes, knowing that he should be branching out more, finding hobbies to get into, just like Seonghwa suggested. He might be more into painting and artsy kinds of things, but maybe a card game would be fun to learn.

"Ah, sure," San says nervously, rubbing the back of his head, "It might be fun?" He ends, it sounding a bit more like a question than he intends.

"YES! I can't wait to message Lin about this!" Jongho's entire face lights up, looking at his older brother with the biggest smile on his face, "San is so cool, Woo."

"Oh I know it, he's the coolest," Wooyoung smirks, "I wouldn't bring just anyone home."

San can't help the shy blush that comes to his face from the compliment, feeling this warm sensation in his chest, even more, when Wooyoung wraps an arm around him and nuzzles his face into his neck, "Do you hear that, Sannie? You're so cool," He giggles and gives him a small kiss.

Magic shouldn't be too hard, it'll be just like Go-Fish or something, right?

Right?

End of Chapter Sixteen