san wooyoung

09.07.17

kissing is not all wooyoung expected it to be. for one, the exchange is noisier than he expected. he's very aware of every little breath san draws, every little sound.

he doesn't want san to draw away so soon, and is deathly embarrassed when his own lips move against nothing. he's 17, and he's barely been so much as touched by anyone but himself. and it's worse because san's definitely experienced, if the way he kisses is telling of anything.

feeling light on his feet, wooyoung is filled with want, brave. "do it again," he suggests, earning a surprised laugh from san that he feels against his neck.

he's not sure when he became the forward one, when he decided to be so bold, and san's laugh sounds wrecked. like he couldn't want him any more. like he's breaking into a million pieces in his arms.

san drops his head to bury his face in wooyoung's shoulder, his nose pressed against his collarbone. he inhales deeply, breathing wooyoung in. a fluttering grips within his stomach, sickeningly sweet.

he locates san's waist again, which is surprisingly small under his hands. it's becoming his favourite place in the world. touching is his seeing, and his vision is filled with san.

"wooyoung," san exhales lowly, a laugh in the name. and it's just his name. but it's coming from san's lips, and wooyoung wants them on his. this is his movie moment, this is living.

he dreads it, the fact he has no way of knowing what san is thinking or if he's going to comply. thinks he might die if his mouth doesn't find san's very soon. it almost physically hurts to be so close to him, as if he's resisting a magnetic field pulling them together. he's ready to give in.

it's also scary- because he doesn't want to disappoint san. doesn't want to end up being a terrible kisser. san wouldn't tell him, if he was, because he's too nice. he thinks the first kiss was nice. very nice. he hopes san does too.

he feels the boy slowly raise his head, his warm breath leaving his skin as he leans back enough to look at him. san's close enough to make out the individual rings of varying blues in wooyoung's eyes, marveling at the misty coat over them. he can stare at him for hours. the light is dim, and his eyelashes cast heavy shadows on his cheekbones. he's got a freckle on the left side of his face, under his eye. san's seen it before, but never this close. his presses his lips to it gently, leaving a soft kiss over the mark.

at the same time, he lifts his arm to hold the other side of wooyoung's neck, brushing his thumb over his bottom lip. it's taunting, and wooyoung's melting, the fluttering dissolving his insides into hot mush. san pulls away, because he wants to look at him again.

there's a freckle on the right side of his lower lip, one that san hasn't noticed before. he presses the thumb harder against that spot, simultaneously applying the barest amount of more pressure with his hand on the side on wooyoung's neck. on fire with these unfamiliar, intimate touches, every second that san is touching him stretches out for an eternity. there is a clear measure in his life, as of now: seconds in which choi san was touching him, and seconds in which he was not.

today is taking many of those seconds.

and then san's lips are brushing over his, just kissing the corner of his mouth. tipping his head back slightly, wooyoung exhales breathily. lightning and fireworks dance across his brain; flash and ripple through him. "how has no one ever kissed you before?" san murmurs, moving the other's hair back with his hand.

the blonde strands catch between his fingers, and he pushes them deeper into his hair. wooyoung shivers, eyelids fluttering at the soft contact. the question is rhetorical, whispered against his lips. but wooyoung's sick and tired of talking and questions. "do you ever shut up?" he asks through a grin, an eye roll, grabs san's tie in his fist, pulling him forcefully into himself.

and it's wooyoung who closes the gap this time, crashing their lips together clumsily. san reciprocates immediately, finally, finally, kissing him again. pressing them against san's, soft and plush against his own, wooyoung thinks this is the best day of his life.

san begins moving his own lips just perfectly, wet on his as his tongue brushes through. surprised at the warm wetness, wooyoung's fist tightens around the material it is gripping, moving his lips messily against san's. he's completely amateur against the older's expert strokes, but allows san to take full control. san's mouth is warm, and he smells good so close to him, the bittersweet scent of something quintessentially autumn about him. he's always smelt like the fruity perfume of windfallen apples, but the smell is now overwhelming, a sweet fungal odor of gently decaying foliage that reminds wooyoung of the musty whiff of fallen leaves mixed with hot sugar wafting from a bakery.

and when his own tongue meets san's somewhere between their mouths, wooyoung tastes the decadent treat he'd eaten before, traces of the sweetness intwining with the spearmint gum san likes to chew. overflowing with their proximity, wooyoung's butterflies fly away, something closer to what he thinks lava would feel like gliding comfortingly in his insides, slow and hot.

guiding his head back with the hand holding his neck, san changes the angle to kiss him more deeply. wooyoung instinctively pulls him closer, letting go of his tie and winding his arms around san's waist. all he knows is close isn't close enough, and autumn is his new favourite season.

and now san's kissing him properly, like he never thought he'd be kissed, and his mouth is so hot on his wooyoung thinks he might die. it's hotter and wetter and noisier than he ever imagined kissing would be like, but it's certainly exceeding his expectations. it's all too much and not enough.

it's just a kiss, a very good one, but now wooyoung's life is divided into minutes choi san is kissing him and minutes he is not. he wants more of the first.

and san's making every second count, maneuvering his hold from his neck and onto his waist. he brushes his tongue against the seam of his mouth, and wooyoung shudders against him. he can't help but be unapologetically loud with his responses, a whimper slipping out of his throat when san tugs his hair and drags his lip downward in his teeth. he's smirking against his mouth, until san releases his lip and connects them again, licking into his mouth with urgency.

hot fire creeps along the crevices of his mouth, burning his throat and singeing his insides. the lava is becoming a wildfire the deeper san kisses him, and wooyoung wants it to burn out of control. he must be kissing him with equal sudden urgency, because san's hands jerk on his waist, dragging him against his body when another unintentional sound leaves him. wooyoung lifts his arms to get them around the taller's shoulders, clasping his hands behind his neck as san captures every noise from his lips. their closeness is so good, and he's breathless when he pulls away, desperate to breathe and bring his feet back to the ground.

san leans in automatically, chasing after his lips without opening his eyes. he has to force himself to lean back. "thank you for complying," wooyoung murmurs, air from his mouth close against san's.

san can't even speak, doesn't bother trying. he's already got his mouth on wooyoung's neck, just lightly. with san's tongue wet on his skin, wooyoung closes his eyes, tugging on the longer part of san's hair. the older stutters, mouth going slack. his fingers dig in a little more, nails leaving crescents on wooyoung's skin through the thin material of his shirt.

oh. interesting. "like my hands in your hair, choi?" wooyoung smirks, loving the way san reacts by going for his neck again and applying more pressure with his fingers than before.

he likes riling him up, and likes the responses he gets even more. a smirk pulls up san's mouth, his eyes narrowed. he's about to kiss wooyoung's jaw, but teeth scrape the skin instead as a tiny moan slips through. it's because wooyoung has pulled his hair again, harder this time as he winds his fingers into the thick locks.

he wants to hear san moan again. wants to fist his hands into his hair and yank it from its roots while san does unspeakable things to him. he cant control his runabout mind nor his whirring thoughts, and they're quickly kissing again, with more familiarity than the first two times.

wooyoung's dragging his fingers against the base of his scalp above his neck, taking advantage of san's longish hair to pull its ends. it's messy, and san's the one struggling to keep composure between wooyoung's hands in his hair and the way he sounds moaning breathily with san's tongue in his mouth. his mouth is hot and wet on wooyoung's, and the kiss is steadily becoming bolder. the school bathroom is certainly tainted.

the blonde runs his hands down san's back, feeling the muscles move under his thin t-shirt. he's fairly toned, wooyoung discovers, tracing the plains of his back like he's reading braille. if san's a book, then wooyoung wants to read more of him. and he tries to turn the page, fingers bunching in the material under his hands as he attempts to lift the inconvenience. san's skin is warm under his cool fingertips, and smoother than his imagination guessed.

he wants it all, and he wants it now. he wants everything. but suddenly the older pulls away, breaking the kiss sooner than wooyoung would've liked. his head is falling into the crook of wooyoung's neck, and he can feel his unsteady breaths coming out over his skin.

he drops his hands, placing them on san's shoulders. san keeps a hand holding his neck gently, the other falling to rest on his ass. "let's stop, for now." he whispers after a few minutes of nothing filling the silence besides their mingled breathing.

"if you wanna stop, act like it." wooyoung whispers with a smirk, locating san's mouth to lightly nip his lip. "get your hand off my ass."

he hears san release a laugh, and unfortunately, his hand moves. "one hell of a first kiss, huh?" he says, amused, and wooyoung grins, sliding his hands up his neck until they reach san's face, which he holds gently.

his thumbs rest on his cheekbones, and he can feel san's eyelashes skim against his skin when he blinks. "i'm not sure," his voice is quiet, teasing. "i don't have much to compare it to."

san exhales through his nose in a half laugh, lifting his head and butting it against wooyoung's gently. their foreheads remain resting against one another, an entangling of black and blonde strands above.

"you'll realize, jung." san murmurs, and wooyoung doesn't doubt what he says for even a second, though he won't admit it. "that was probably one of the best kisses you're ever going to have." he hums in agreement, lifting his head so their lips brush again. just brush. but the sharp inhale san sucks in is audible, and wooyoung has to bite back another shit eating grin.

having this effect of anyone is invigorating, but it's even better that it's san. "one of, hm?" he murmurs, sliding a hand up the side of san's face in no hurry at all until it pushes into his hair. "how about you claim the title of 'the best kiss i've ever had'?" his fist curls in san's hair as he speaks, tightening his hold just slightly and giving a gentle tug. san breathes a noise of half protest, and this time he's the one brushing their lips together, ever so slightly.

"another time." he answers. "or i won't be able to stop myself." wooyoung doesn't really want to stop him. he can be patient, but his birthday really isn't all that far away. he wants to make the most of this deal.

as if reading his thoughts, san laughs, stepping back. "what have i done- being a 17 year olds sexual awakening. he's not gonna be able to keep his dick in his pants." his voice is theatrical, and wooyoung imagines a dramatic stance. "horny motherfucker."

wooyoung laughs, too, covering his face to hide its redness. everything is embarrassing with san, it seems.

"we should go." he says, squatting down to feel for his stick. "i think i felt someone try to open the door you were pushing me against. this is a public space."

there's movement, but he can't tell what san is doing. probably fixing himself up, in one of the mirrors. wooyoung can't imagine how he looks. sighing, he finds his cane, still buzzing from kissing san.

"cmon," san's voice sounds, further away, more stable. "i'll walk you to lunch."

"how considerate." wooyoung replies, sweetly. a smile is playing on his swollen lips, which he touches briefly. what an odd feeling.

he doesn't even have to make an excuse about san being his assigned guide to justify his presence at their lunch table, when they walk over.

wooyoung's friends aren't idiots; they know something is going on. maybe he's been too obvious, too bubbly. he doesn't care.

san seats himself next to him and proceeds to be cockily quiet, while the blonde sets his cane down gently on the floor and greets the others warily. he's not all there, mind busy with the events from minutes before.

"okay, i'll bite." mingi gives in after a short while, curiosity getting the best of him. "are you two..?"

wooyoung makes a face at the suggestion. "absolutely not." he answers quickly with a scoff. "i'd never date such an egocentric prick." pauses. "it's complicated."

"that's because you haven't seen how hot he is." yeonjun mumbles under his breath, and the blonde clenches his teeth. is this...jealousy?

san laughs airily, placing a hand on wooyoung's thigh under the table. "didn't know you thought that way about me, yeonjun." he muses, and from the outside anyone would think he's leading the younger on.

wooyoung seethes, stormily quiet. lead him on, he thinks, wishing his thoughts could be telepathic. he wasn't the one with his hands in your hair and up your shirt and on your waist in the school bathroom.

san's probably just trying to get on the blonde's nerves, simultaneously moving his hand slowly up and down his thigh teasingly as he speaks. reminding touches.

"no one gonna mention the fact they both left class for the bathroom? at very similar times, for fucking ages?" clever yeosang. always too perceptive, so inquiring.

"hold up, what?" yunho is quick to the chase. "you dirty bastards." he tuts, and wooyoung wants to crawl under the table. "but i'm not surprised. choi san is famously irresistible. little casanova."

the comment earns an offended "hey!" from mingi, the male complaining that his soulmate is complimenting someone else.

"most people don't date at seventeen unless they're certain they've found their soulmate..." soobin comments thoughtfully, and wooyoung stiffens. they'd judge him, if they knew. san's hand falters, stilling.

"oh my god! that's so sweet," he gushes, getting ahead of himself. "are you two possibly soulmates?"

"no." san replies for him, and wooyoung's glad for it. "we're not."

the atmosphere is awkward after that, and the blonde decides to fix it by talking more. "it's san's birthday tomorrow, so we'll all know then." it's meant to be a joke. but it sounds like they're a married couple, discussing a pregnancy test.

"anyway. i met someone at the hospital the other day," perhaps if he changes the subject. as long as he doesn't tell them what he suspects.

his friends perk up, typically losing interest in the previous topic. "he was really nice," wooyoung tells them carefully, the description not a lie.

"this one have soulmate vibes?" mingi, presses, as much of a hopeless romantic as the blonde himself. he's a little obsessed.

"i- i don't know," he tells them, pretending to think about it carefully, guarding his expression. "but i think he sort of asked me out. i'm not really sure?"

"get some!" yeonjun cheers, while yeosang asks: "how can you not be sure?"

"well he suggested we get coffee sometime-" wooyoung explains, a little concerned with san's brooding silence. he's just trying to help, to change the topic, and it's working. if only he could see san's face- tell what he was thinking.

"did you get his name? his number? his foot size?" yunho goes on asking eagerly, all of them waiting expectantly for an answer.

"...his name is kim hongjoong." the blonde admits, unable to escape this question. a chorus of excited noises sound in response. "he doesn't go to this school, but he volunteers at the hospital where my aunt is. he's in college, and-"

"college?" soobin cuts him off. "that means he's at least eighteen, right? is he your soulmate or what?"

wooyoung scrambles for something to say, trying to escape the situation. him and his big mouth. they may as well all know.

before he can tell them any more about the mysterious kim hongjoong, san saves him. scraping his chair back loudly, he gets up to leave.

"i'm not feeling well." he says flatly, and wooyoung glances up in concern. but before he can say anything, san's footsteps signify his departure.

"what's that about?" yeonjun asked bewilderedly, clueless as the rest of them.

wooyoung simply sits back anxiously, contemplating. it has to be to do with his birthday tomorrow. it's no secret, how san feels about soulmates. wooyoung wonders if he'll want to continue their deal, once he has a soulmate.

secretly, he hopes so.

-

yeah so expect a couple of chaps similar to this with not much but smexy woosan antics

but don't get to comfortable, and savor the laid back stuff while you can ;)

do you think wy is joong's soulmate???

xxx

edit: i'm such a little tease