there's fire rising through my being
i'm not used to seeing you
i'm alive (alive), i'm alive (alive)

third person

04.10.17

"can you take me against the mirror?"

god, jesus fuck, wooyoung's not going to survive this.

he nods erratically, enthusiastic, barely suppressing a whine at the idea. san's feline eyes darken, filled with glorious want. wooyoung's been missing out, seriously, missing out on san. the raw desire in his gaze.

"that a yes? use your words, princess." san murmurs against the shell of his ear, tugging at his hair.

"yes," wooyoung confirms, embarrassingly breathless. "god, yes, san, please-"

san smirks at that, a glorious, devilish grin, baring only some of his teeth. he looks like he wants to eat wooyoung alive, eyes beady and dark. there's hair falling in wooyoung's eyes, obscuring his gaze, which he shakes away, desperate to see as much of san as he can.

"so pretty, baby," san murmurs, trailing slow, wet kisses up the back oh his neck, behind his ear. "do you know how pretty you are?"

he shivers, heat coiling tightly in his stomach. "no," wooyoung replies, greedy. "tell me."

a brief grin flashes on san in the reflection, all too willing to do just that. it shows off small dimples, a feature wooyoung remembers touching. one of his hands grips the back of his neck, holding him steady so he's staring right back at himself. his eyes well a little, brightening at the pull on his roots.

"you're so gorgeous, wooyoung." he says, full of sincerity, raw and full of emotion. "beautiful, beautiful."

the compliments send fresh electricity through his veins, each delivered with more open mouthed kisses. he sees the way his eyelashes flutter, the pull of his lips.

wooyoung has always enjoyed praise, but this is landing different, when he can see the flames in san's eyes, the destroyed desperation in his stare. and looking at san, he wants to return the favour, wants to tell him how beautiful he is, too.

"you-" he begins, but san suckles the sensitive skin below his ear, skims it with his teeth. "fucking- fuck,"

san hums in agreement, leaving a gorgeous array of reds to decorate his golden skin. "real eloquent."

he's waited so long, to mark wooyoung up properly, to freely leave unsubtle reminders all over his skin for everyone to see. san snakes a hand round his front, flattening over his abdomen.

wooyoung's muscles jump, hairs standing up on his arms, watching san's fingers edge down, ghost the waistband of his sweatpants. he wants and he wants and he wants, unable to help the little buck of his hips.

he's blushing hard, now, realizing he's never actually seen another person's dick before, not in person, getting all kinds of excited at the prospect. his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, own cock uncomfortably hard.

"be patient, princess," san laughs lowly, deep and teasing, the sound only fueling wooyoung's arousal.

"patient?" he repeats, disliking the sound of that immensely. what he does like, is san's hand, slipping further down the front of his sweats.

the lackadaisical movements of his fingers have wooyoung loosing a breathy sigh of content, barely a moan. the hand supporting his head moves down to grip his neck, circling round the front of his throat to restrict his airways.

san knows how wooyoung loves that, basks in the visceral reaction it gets, the fuller moan he chokes out.

"can you at least- touch me?" he manages, and san's obsessed, high on the neediness shining through every syllable.

"of course," san breathes, curling his fingers to grip wooyoung, hot and heavy in his hand, already wet. "all you have to do is ask. i'll do anything you want, love."

that has wooyoung produce another noise, his eyes rolling back a little at san's willing compliance. at the much needed contact with his pulsing cock.

"want your mouth on me." he says, and san feels the way wooyoung's cock jerks in his hand at the suggestion. "wanna- fuck- wanna see you with my dick in your mouth."

the brash words have san's grip falter, then tighten, bring his lips back over the shell of wooyoung's ear. "the mouth on you." he chides, unused to such forwardness.

san's hand wanders from where it's gripping him, curling around his inner thigh. it has wooyoung shivering, the touch sending heat shooting through his legs. when it tightens, moving up between his legs, wooyoung whimpers, knees close to buckling.

"fuck, fuck-" he utters, because that feels fucking amazing, a sensation he's unused to, unbridled pleasure electrifying his nerves.

"feels good?" san asks, and wooyoung's eyes are closing, he can't keep them open long enough to see san's smirk.

"yes, yeah-" san's hand crooks, stimulating the sensitive section of skin. "so good,"

he hums, rubbing his fingers there before pulling his hand away. the loss of contact has wooyoung whine in disapproval, the heat coiling in his stomach screeching to an abrupt halt.

"no no no don't stop-" he complains, pressing his legs together to try recreate a fraction of that pleasure. his head is spinning with desire, thoughts jumbled.

he wants to do what san suggested, wants to do what he asked for, wants too much all at once. even though they have all the time in the world, will have many other days to do this, wooyoung is greedy, overwhelmed with all this want. he wants it all, now, thinks he might die if he doesn't get it.

san senses it, too, can feel the subtle shaking of his body against him, all too aware of the waves of desire radiating from wooyoung like laser beams.

"okay, okay," he nods, responding to an unspoken question. quells his impatience, tugging wooyoung's sweats to his ankles.

san helps him to his feet, extending an arm to lead him to the bed with a mumble of "come here."

delirious, eager, wooyoung follows him, taking his hand. complies when san gestures for him to lay back on the bed, shuffling backwards enthusiastically.

he keeps his eyes fixed on san, lips parted and gaze bright. and then san's climbing on top of him, positioning himself on either side of wooyoung's legs. sitting back, his hands rest comfortably on wooyoung's scarred thighs.

looking up at him, wooyoung's lightheaded, taking the sight of san above him in. san's handsome, from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expression of his voice when he laughs lowly at wooyoung's obvious marveling.

he's intoxicated, burning for him, not entirely sure they're not both going to go up in flames right now and choke on the fumes in the aftermath.

"done staring?" san muses, cocking his head with a sideways smile. wooyoung thinks he might be blushing.

shaking his head, wooyoung can't suppress a returning grin, propping himself onto his elbows. "i'm only human."

because who wouldn't stare, when san looks like that? it makes wooyoung highly suspicious that everyone who sees him wants him, which fills him with a jealous rush. but here is san, with his eyes on wooyoung, red marks littering his freckled neck, left by wooyoung.

he radiates sensuality, exudes it effortlessly. san thinks similarly of wooyoung, can't comprehend how lucky he is, how outlandish it is, that wooyoung is real, and chooses him.

not breaking eye contact with him, san lowers his body over wooyoung's, bringing that damned mouth to his abdomen. looking up like that, san looks to be at his mercy, at his disposal, pupils blown wide.

his tongue licks a stripe below his belly button, the metal ball of his piercing jumping over his skin. it jumpstarts the languorous, endlessly needy roll in wooyoung's gut, his desire increasing tenfold.

wooyoung grabs at his hair, pulling san up to steal one last kiss. before san goes back down, he rests their foreheads together, letting out a breath that settles in the gap between them.

"i love that i can see you," wooyoung murmurs, pressing his forehead into san's, heart swelling.

at that, san kisses the corner of his mouth gently, moving on to kiss down his body indulgently. wooyoung just watches him, delirious.

languid movements of his tongue have wooyoung's hands furling in the sheets, have his head lolling to the side, especially when san works the rest of his clothes off.

as soon as san gets his lips on him, wooyoung's head snaps back up, hips jolting outwards. san tightens his grip on his hips, keeping him down so he can control the pace, matching wooyoung's eagerness.

his vision is narrowed, looking through his lashes at san, fighting to keep his eyes open as san's tongue works. wooyoung's mine is getting hazier and hazier, nothing clear to him besides the way san is carefully taking him apart with his mouth.

san is good at this, really good, and wooyoung wants to personally thank whoever taught san to suck dick, because holy fucking hell.

a whimper slips his lips, squirming under him. reaching down, wooyoung gets a fist in san's hair, tightening his grip. the tug has san moan around wooyoung's dick, the noise vibrating around him.

when san flattens his tongue, relaxing his jaw to take all of him, wooyoung can feel his piercing, a hot poker to his oversensitivity.

all it takes is the sight of san, cheeks full, eyes beginning to water, lips perfectly shaped around him, for wooyoung's vision to flash white.

uncontrolled, the climax is positively ascending. has him so far above the clouds, colliding with the sun.

"sorry, 'msorry-" he pants, half-panicking at the fact he just came down san's throat without warning.

san pulls off of him with an obscene pop, saliva shining on his lips. wooyoung shudders, a needy moan sounding in his throat.

"don't apologize," san's voice is raw, throat scratchy. the hot vibrato of his murmuring against wooyoung's skin is heavenly. "it's good."

slowly, san works his way up his body, kissing and licking and sucking every inch of his skin. he even bites, at wooyoung's collarbone, retraces the hickeys he already left over and over, worshipping wooyoung like he's always wanted to.

"fuck, you're amazing." the laudatory language is music to wooyoung's ears, a sonnet.

wooyoung leans upward, trying to kiss san deeply. instead, san peppers his mouth with short bursts of kisses, does the same down his jaw and neck.

"kiss me properly, please." all it takes is a question. the high note in his plead, the way wooyoung half moans the syllables.

san obliges, like he always will when it's wooyoung, cupping one side of his face and pressing their lips together. wooyoung gladly opens his mouth for him, kissing him long and unhurried.

his skin is so hot against wooyoung's, sweat beading at his hairline. san's back is wonderfully sculpted under wooyoung's hands, firm and smooth.

sighing happily against san's mouth, wooyoung falls back to the pillows, relaxing as he draws san down with him, keeping him close.

he could kiss him forever, melt into the sheets and meld them together.

"fuck, i should probably tell my parents," wooyoung draws out suddenly, not moving away.

his kiss lands on san's teeth, the boy smiling against his lips. "you're thinking about your parents right now?"

wooyoung nips at san's lip, looping a leg around his waist. "i'm thinking about everything i need to do. everything i can do."

caressing his hair, san regards him lovingly, kissing his cheek contrastingly softly to what his hands and mouth have just been doing.

"you have time." he assures him gently, resting a hand on the side of his face, thumb brushing the mole under his eye.

"no rush." wooyoung agrees in a whisper, shuffling comfortably deeper into san's sheets. "it's not exactly on the top of my to-do list."

"yeah?" san teases, alluding to his very much still there, obvious erection, mournfully untouched. "what is?"

"having you follow through and fuck me, while i'm watching." he plays the statement down, shrugging like it's not that important and he can do without it.

san grins, lower lip between his teeth, humming contently. the delighted expression has wooyoung giggling, especially as san grips his waist ticklishly to bring him off the bed.

"best get to it, then."

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#bodyworship #praisekink

LMAO IM SO VISCERALLY EMBARRASSED

SOZ FOR THE MISDIRECT AND THIS ISNT A CLIFFHANGER IM NOT GOING TO PICK UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF AGAIN XX

it was my birthday yesterday and i got a bit SHITFACED <3 drink responsibly kids <3

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