A loud knock at the door grabbed San's attention, the boy bolting up from the couch so quickly it nearly made his head spin.

San had prepared himself for Wooyoung to come over that day, deciding to dress up a bit cuter than usual as he wasn't accustomed to meeting up with him on weekends. Now that things were clearly getting more serious, San felt the urge to try a little harder.

He practically ran to the door, taking a deep breath before swinging it open.

San took in the sight of his boyfriend, clearly a bit dolled up as well. He almost laughed at how they had the same mindset.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by Wooyoung fawning over how cute San looked, leaning in and littering his face with kisses.

"Ah— Wooyoung, at least wait til we're inside!" San giggled at the feeling, dragging his boyfriend backwards with him into the house as he kicked the front door closed with his foot.

The two fumbled their way back towards San's couch, where San quickly found himself on his back with the younger boy hovering over him, legs on each side of San's hips.

"You look so pretty," Wooyoung practically purred at the sight of his boyfriend's current look.

San had decided to adorn himself with some light shimmery eye makeup, complimenting the lip gloss he was wearing. In addition to this, the boy wore a black band t-shirt with tight jeans.

Wooyoung felt like he fell in love with San all over again.

San placed a hand on the back of Wooyoung's head, gripping a handful of his hair.

"You know, my lip gloss tastes like cherries," San mentioned a bit too conveniently, distracted by Wooyoung's intense gaze on him.

"Does it now?" Wooyoung said, glancing down. "I might have to see if you're lying."

"Be my guest," said San, smirking as Wooyoung leaned downward.

The familiar feeling of Wooyoung's lips on his welcomed San, the boy instantly feeling his own resolve falter. He couldn't help but pull Wooyoung closer to him, reaching a hand around to grip the cloth on his back.

Something, at this moment, seemed to switch on within San. He instinctively found his hands sliding under Wooyoung's sweatshirt, laying against his bare skin.

Wooyoung, surprised by the gesture, pulled away, maintaining eye contact with the boy under him.

"Hm?" San murmured, not understanding why Wooyoung had pulled away.

"Um. I just remembered what I wanted to talk to you about..." Wooyoung said shyly, seeing San's slightly disgruntled expression.

"...And you decided now is the best time?" San questioned, a little miffed at the interruption.

Wooyoung avidly nodded. San adjusted his position, putting his annoyance aside as he prepared to listen.

"Come here. Let's talk," San said, his head laying on the arm of the couch. He patted his chest as if beckoning Wooyoung to come lay there.

Wooyoung did; he found himself laying comfortably against San with his head on his chest. San still had a hand upon Wooyoung's head, lightly caressing his hair every few seconds.

"What's on your mind, baby?" he said, seeing the contemplative look on the younger's face.

Wooyoung seemed extremely hesitant to speak, as if afraid to be judged upon saying it. This made San extremely curious to know what it was..

"Well, I've been thinking that..." Wooyoung trailed off, glancing back up at San to make sure he was listening. San definitely was, encouraging Wooyoung to say it once and for all.

"I want you to be... my first," Wooyoung stuttered out, wanting to bury his face in San's shirt and never see his face again at that moment.

"Your first wh..." San began, before instantly shutting up upon forming an idea.

"You know. I've never been with anyone before, so... um, yeah?" Wooyoung got out, an embarrassment seeping through his tone.

San found a bashful smile rising to his face. He leaned up, gently kissing the tip of Wooyoung's nose.

"You know I haven't done it with anyone either, right?" San whispered, placing his boyfriend in a comfortable hold.

Wooyoung only blinked. "But... how far are you okay with going... with me?" he questioned earnestly. San shifted his position to be face to face with Wooyoung, having to gently push the other off of him in the process.

San placed a hand on Wooyoung's waist, fighting his own anxiousness that threatened to take over.

"You're my everything, you know that?" San mused, feeling Wooyoung tense up under his grip.

Wooyoung only found himself able to nod as San leaned closer to him.

"If I could choose anyone in the world to have my first time with, I'd still choose you," San whispered against his neck, before leaving a loving kiss against it.

That kiss turned into a series of kisses as Wooyoung urged him on. San found a dominant side of him begging to be let out as he stopped at the collar of Wooyoung's sweatshirt.

Before Wooyoung even knew what was happening, he was pinned down to the couch by San this time, just as he had done earlier.

"Wait," Wooyoung said, a bit startled as San began to mark a spot on his collarbone. "It's not happening now, right?"

"No," San answered. "But something is happening now," he finished, returning to his job.

San knew this frontier had to be explored eventually. "Arms up," he commanded, Wooyoung obeying as he told.
San grabbed the bottom of Wooyoung's sweatshirt and pulled upwards, successfully removing the item from his body with a little help from Wooyoung.

San couldn't help but stare at Wooyoung's now-revealed bare torso. He traced a finger across his stomach, as if trying to convince himself what he was seeing was real.

"God, you're so beautiful," San said before even thinking about it, his hands resting on Wooyoung's waist.

Wooyoung ignored the sudden sheepish urge to cover up, instead pulling San down in an urge to do something rather than just stare.

San took the hint, leaving a light kiss just above the waistband of Wooyoung's jeans, working his way up the boy's torso leaving a scattering of marks here and there.

San came to a stop at Wooyoung's chest, glancing up as to make sure he was still okay with what was happening.

It was then that San received the answer in the form of a subtle tug upwards of his t-shirt.

He sat up, allowing Wooyoung to let go before he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it off to the side.

Now he was just as exposed as the younger, a prospect which would normally make him incredibly self conscious.

Yet somehow, faced only by the adoring gaze of the other, San found himself feeling nothing but safety and comfort.

The feeling of Wooyoung reaching up to press a hand against San's chest made him feel flushed. He placed his hand over Wooyoung's, holding it firmly as the intimate moment settled upon them.

A small smile arose on Wooyoung's face. "I can feel your heartbeat," he spoke softly, causing San to feel so giddy that he swore he went weak for a moment.

"Can you now?" San responded, a newfound nervousness kicking in as the actions of the other boy really began getting to him.

"Yeah. It sped up just then," Wooyoung reported, certainly not helping San calm himself down. Wooyoung only gave him a playful smile, moving his hand away from San's chest and up to his face, where he casually tucked a piece of hair behind San's ear.

San couldn't take it anymore. He let his weight down on Wooyoung as he held the boy tight, kissing him like it was the last thing he'd ever do.

Wooyoung smiled into the kiss, fumbling around to find San's hands. Upon finding them holding him, he rested his own hands on them, gently intertwining their fingers.

San didn't know whether it was the hand holding, Wooyoung's smile against him, or the feeling of his bare chest pressed up against the other's that drove him crazy.
Regardless, San currently felt he had reached heaven on earth— or at least as damn close to Heaven as he would ever reach.

The minutes ticked by, with the couple falling into a rhythm of lazy pecking and snuggling.

San found himself holding Wooyoung close to him, the other boy laying his head on San's arm which subsequently had a hand placed on the back of his head.

The two currently laid forehead to forehead, taking a break to just rest in each other's presence.
Wooyoung laid a hand on San's neck, as if to keep him from distancing.

With his forehead already pressed against Wooyoung's, San didn't have to lean far to place a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose. He barely registered a small smile appear on the face of Wooyoung, who was laying with his eyes closed.

"Woo?" San eventually said so quietly that it felt like a whisper. No response came from the other boy, leaving San to believe he had either fallen asleep or was simply trying to do so.

San sighed, reaching up to trace the other boy's jawline lightly with his finger.

"I think I found the one, huh?" San muttered to himself, feeling his heart swell with joy at the mere image of the other boy next to him.

"...love you," the half-asleep Wooyoung returned much to San's surprise, cuddling closer to the elder boy.

If it wasn't confirmed before, San definitely knew it now.

He wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with this boy.