wooyoung san

04.09.17

lying in bed the next morning, san opens his eyes to find wooyoung staring right at him. he smiles to himself, watching him right back.

picking up on the change in his breathing, a smile plays on wooyoung's own lips. "i have this habit," he says softly, and san props himself up to listen. "of fabricating together faces. of what i think people look like."

"and how do you think i look?" san says back, leaning forward to brush their noses once. 

wooyoung touches his face gently, his fingers pressing along san's defined features. he giggles. "i don't know. my fingers know how you look. my lips know. you're just perfect."

"hm," san hums, still smiling stupidly. he can't wipe it from his face. "my sister had a similar habit. always told her it was creepy, to identify people by scent."

laughing again, wooyoung's eyes form crescents, his bright expression causing him to explode with love. their faces are so close, and san loves looking at him, especially when he's laughing.

"how do i smell, then?" he asks, waggling his eyebrows despite the fact that wooyoung can't see him.

"like home." he wrinkles his nose, expression unreadable.

"like sweat and sex, more like, but close enough." san corrects the cheesy statement, warmth blossoming in his chest.

"show me how you see me," he asks, after a moment. his cheeks are warm, dusted with the pink of embarrassment at a question that feels so imitate.

wooyoung shuffles closer, pulling a face. his eyes are sparkling and inquisitive, darting about his features. his hand extends, not having to reach very far to touch him. palm on his cheek, his fingers graze the faint stubble san's razor can never quite get.

following the line of his jaw, he thumbs over his lips, soft and warm,  his nail indenting slightly when he turns it in to form the shape. san can't help but smile, and wooyoung does too, tracing the curve of his lip and fingering his dimple.

he moves the hand upwards, slender fingers softer than san's smooth tanned skin. they reach his hairline, drawing around the line before twirling around the strands. "so soft," he whispers, pushing them further into his hair.

san preens like a cat, pushing into the touch. wooyoung laughs softly, capturing the other side of his face so that he holds it in both hands. his thumbs now graze high cheekbones, then angular eyes that slant like a feline.

he even gently thumbs his eyelashes, long and fluttering. "i know every part of you." he says, so softly, so gently, and san doesn't think he's ever been touched or spoken to so intimately.

san can only look at him, leaning in to nuzzle their noses. wooyoung giggles, wrapping his arms around san's neck and putting his hands in his hair. he loves that. "every part?" he says, cheekily, heart bursting.

those rounded lips find his neck, mouth curving in a smile against his skin. barely a kiss. "mhm," they're already so close, and san has only just noticed wooyoung is straddling him, now. "shall i prove it?"

san wriggles a bit upwards, holding him by the hips. "well," he breathes out. "can hardly tell you not to, now." a hum against his neck, followed by the wet press of his tongue.

his hand slides down san's middle, slowly, feeling the defined muscles there. what he's really after, is the zip, which he undoes unhurriedly. there was no point in putting any of their clothes back on, after last night, it seems.

he moves down san's body, and when san's hands try to follow him, wooyoung tuts. "no, no..." he murmurs, raising his head from where it hovers, pinning his hands to his sides.

"let me show you," and his head is back, breath hot right over the band of san's underwear. "let me make you feel good..." oh. okay, san could work with this. he'll give up control, for him.

so he lets wooyoung pull his jeans to his knees, doesn't move when the younger grips his muscled thighs, thumbing over his hip bones. clutches the sheets in his fists, when wooyoung puts that damned mouth over the shape in his underwear.

his hands move up his thighs, finding the band to pull them down, too. nosing his naval, he kisses there, first, slow and open mouthed. and okay, san's convinced he knows him, every part.

down, down. takes the head into his mouth, careful not to graze him with his teeth. navigates with his tongue, so very well. at least san has permission to look at him, because there is nothing quite like this sight- wooyoung with his lips around san's cock, ready to take all of him.

san's knuckles must be white, clenched so tightly with the strength not to put his hands on him. he turns his head to muffle his moans in the pillow, legs flexing as wooyoung's tongue flattens, wide and wet down the base of his cock.

he bites the pillow, when wooyoung moves his head rhythmically, a sound hissing through. and wooyoung pulls off, having realized what he's doing. he makes a noise of disapproval, his cock left stiff and untouched, pulsing red.

"how am i supposed to know if i'm making you feel good, if i can't hear you?" he murmurs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. it does nothing to take away the swollen redness of his lips though, the drool he's missed. god, san whimpers at that.

"just like that," he affirms, smiling slyly up at him, gripping one thigh harder, hand so large against him. he seems so much bigger than san, like this. or maybe he always has been, and san just hasn't noticed. how easily wooyoung could overpower him, if he wanted.

"let me hear you, love." he hums a breathy reply, turning his head to look instead at the ceiling. "good."

and just like that, his mouth is back on him, earning a shuddering moan. wooyoung edges downward, taking all of him again, tears brimming in his eyes when san bucks his hips.

he can't help but half fuck his mouth, it's hardly his own fault for the way his body reacts. and wooyoung doesn't stop him, bobbing faster, a few tears coming over his cheeks.

a particularly forceful thrust makes him choke a little, and he splutters. "fuck," san manages, having been so close. "sorry."

wooyoung stretches his neck, a filthy picture with drool dribbling from the corners of his mouth, tongue darting out to clean up some of san's precum. " 'sokay," he says, eyes glazed and wide. "you close?"

san nods erratically, breathing so uneven he doesn't trust himself to speak. "fuck," he musters again, breathily.

wooyoung, who must be god's gift to him, giggles, licking down his naval before nipping his hipbone. "please," he asks, shifting his legs needily.

"since you asked so nicely." he smirks up at him, which san knows is for his own benefit, so he can see him, because wooyoung's not getting anything from it besides the satisfaction of knowing san's looking. 

"and..." he adds, another suckle on his thigh. "you can touch me."

san's eyes widen, his hands jerking from the sheets and to wooyoung. his tongue takes back to the head, flicking over the slit of his dripping cock, circling around. san is impatient. and, he has been given permission.

so, he shoves wooyoung's head down, pushing his fist into that gorgeous head of hair. wooyoung groans in a choke, eyes rolling back as his hair is rugged at the roots.

and he follows the motion san initiates, breathy chorus of moans filling the air as san gets into a rhythm of bucking his hips, fucking wooyoung's mouth better. and fuck, he takes him so well, all of him.

the high pitched breathy grunting noise wooyoung produces every time san's cock comes down is keeping san alive, his own moans coming without restraint.

the tears are constantly flowing now, his mouth so full of san. it's hot and heavy, wet, pulsing under his tongue when he runs it over the thick vein. "fuck, fuck-" san whimpers, hips stuttering as he nears release.

but wooyoung shows no sign of wanting to pull off him, of not wanting to taste him. and he does, when san comes forcefully down his throat, throwing his head back with a high moan. "god," he manages, chest heaving, sweat dripping from his neck.

tiredly, he raises his head to look down at wooyoung, who's big bright eyes are shinily blaring red with tears, cum and drool dribbling around his mouth. he's grinning stupidly, hair sticking up in the biggest mess it's ever been in, cheeks redder than a gala apple.

and he licks those big, swollen lips, hauling himself up san's body. his eyes narrow darkly, cheekily, as he gazes at him. "taste yourself on me, san-ah." he says lowly, brushing his lips over san's.

"princess," san whispers so breathily, into his mouth, barely heard before he's kissing him.

wooyoung hums in satisfaction, sighing contently. he relishes in tasting himself, in doing what wooyoung wishes, tongue sliding around the cavern of his mouth.

as the blonde boy's little noises get quicker, more feverant, san realizes he's getting off on this, too. he raises his knee to press against wooyoung's cock, pressing firmly as they kiss.

the pressure helps, but wooyoung is a little shit who likes to ruin san's life, and decides to grind on his thigh, riding him. san sits up, holding wooyoung's hips and helping his pants off, pressing their chests close.

it's hardly a kiss, just open mouths clashing together, breath shared. and wooyoung is not one to be shy with his noises, loud in every aspect of his life. san loves it, lives on it, thrives on the fact no one else has heard wooyoung moan like this. these dirty sounds are for him.

his thick fingers thread into san's dark hair, scratching the scalp slightly, his even thicker thighs straddling san's own so athletically. san grips those honey coloured muscled thighs he loves, running his hands up and down, wooyoung's cock hot against his skin.

"san-" he gets out, teeth scraping his lips as he speaks.

"it's okay", san breathes, nodding quickly, scared he's going to stop. "come, baby."

wooyoung muffles the scream into san's shoulder, hips jutting forward as comes onto him, shuddering with release.

"good," he murmurs, massaging his thighs. "you're so good for me."

they stay like that, for a few minutes, panting filling the silence, wooyoung's forehead pressed and resting on his shoulder.

eventually, wooyoung rolls off of him, realizing they're both sticky and uncomfortable. he lays next to him, just breathing hard, not saying a word. of course, san knows this can't last, and wooyoung is going to have to break his heart all over again.

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two full chapter of unbridled smut, what will i do next

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