you showed me colours
you know i can't see with anyone else
// you taught me a secret language
i can't speak with anyone else

san wooyoung

03.09.17

"are you sure about this?" san is saying, and wooyoung feels his chest constrict almost painfully, because he can't breathe past all the love he feels for san and the fact san's offering him an out.

"i want this." wooyoung does. nothing in the world can make him pull away, now that he's breached this line.

san's hand finds the zipper of the jacket adorning his torso, quivering as he begins to drag it down. each split second reveals another millimeter of wooyoung's golden skin, as the blonde isn't wearing anything underneath the piece of clothing. this surprises san, as he isn't expecting bare skin so soon.

his breath catches in his throat, wooyoung's eyelids fluttering as san's fingers brush his chest. he unzips slowly, as if they have all the time in the world and they're the only ones in it.

unable to stop himself from reaching out, wooyoung's hands find san's biceps. his breath is shaky as he grips the older's upper arm with one desperate hand, the other ghosting up to his neck. he's heard of the intimacy of near touch before, but never truly experienced the full capacity of desire.

"do it," he gasps, breaking under san's unwillingness to do what ever he wants to him. "touch me." wooyoung arches his back, lifting his head against san's so their lips brush when he speaks.

he's teasing him. he knows san's weaknesses, and he knows he won't deny him anything. san's free hand slides under the jacket, gripping his waist firmly as he jerks his body towards him. how can he refuse him? he can't.

wooyoung can't help but whimper lowly at san's obligation, knees weak as his fingers dig into the softness of his skin. the sound of another zipper coming undone is a siren in the silence as san takes his own jacket off of him, leaving both their torsos bare when wooyoung follows suit.

"you can do whatever you want to me. always." he continues, the words whispered into the raven haired's mouth.

he knows what he's doing to san. he came here, knowing full well what he was going to do. san's other hand supports the back of his neck, resting on his jaw. his thumb grazes the corner of wooyoung's mouth, pressing over his bottom lip in a painfully slow motion that pulls a barely audible moan from him.

it still manages to drive san mad, the sound going all the way to his toes. "god, princess." he manages, frustration evident in his tone. "you can't do this to me."

wooyoung takes san's hand, guiding it down his neck and tipping his head back, holding his wrist tightly as if letting him go will mean losing him. "yes," he pleads, guiding the hand down his chest, encouraging san to touch him. "i want this. i want you. i don't care about the consequences. you're all i can think about, san."

"you're sure?"

"fuck- of course i'm sure. i want- no- i need you." he wraps his arms around san's bare shoulders, leaning into his ear. "i need you to kiss me. i need you to want to-"

"wooyoung-" san gasps, fingers digging into his waist again. he sounds like he's dying. feels like it, too. "of course i want to." he murmurs, repeating fragments of the sentence as he noses into wooyoung's hair.

he can't believe he had even considered that san didn't want to. and so he kisses him, channeling all the guilt and raging confusion he feels into it.

he's kissing him with intent from the start, all hot and wet but not quite so rushed. san's hand goes up to wooyoung's throat where it was earlier, except this time he keeps it there. his fingers press into wooyoung's neck, applying just a little pressure.

it's enough to make wooyoung gasp around his tongue, allowing san passage to lick into his mouth. it's almost obscene, a dirty kiss that sends a ripple of delight through the blind boy. he's reaching up into san's hair, hands bunching in the locks, his fingers running through the thick strands frantically.

san's perfect and wooyoung has memorized him, not needing sight to know exactly where to touch, which precise areas of san's skin will ignite the most under his hands. his fingers explore the familiar width of his shoulders when they slip out of his hair, skimming his collarbones and sweeping down the muscular arms he knows so well.

he knows every inch of him- every scar, every callous, every beautiful square inch of his godlike body. the feel of him is intoxicating, and san assures him he knows him just as well, his hands gripping wooyoung's hips and his mouth perfect on his.

kissing him is explosions- fireworks and atom bombs that spark a thousand fires, but it's also slow, like hot magma over cold rocks instead of roaring flames. it's still the most addictive taste he knows.

his hips are flush against san's, and he feels immediately hot all over when his dick presses into san's thigh, even through the layers of material. he could never get enough of this.

kissing san is the kind of kiss that makes him realise oxygen is overrated. he never wants to breathe again. never wants to separate them. the brush of his lips on his own, the feeling of soft velvet that turns hot and slow when he opens his mouth enough to allow san entrance again. and that piercing, metallic and cool, contrasting with the heat.

"fucking- shoes-" san laughs softly against his lips, struggling to get him out of them.

wooyoung smiles between laying repeated kisses on san's parted, upturned lips, running his hands up and down his muscled arms while san groans in frustration at his shoes.

finally, there's success, and san shoves them clumsily while maneuvering wooyoung close to his bed. the back of his knees hit the bed, but neither of them rush to get into it.

he breaks away to breathe only to have san drag his bottom lip between his teeth, still smiling, causing his hands to grip the boy's upper arms tighter as he smirks. "i've missed this." san says in a breathless whisper over his ear, moving down to kiss his neck. "i've missed us."

wooyoung makes a sound of agreement, more focused on san's tongue swirling atop the sensitive skin. his lips are soft and his mouth is magic, and he pulls at san's hair to let him know how good he is.

his fingers dig into the other boy's skin impatiently, alerting him of the way he's making him feel; the desperation he instills. san gasps against his neck, teeth scraping against his skin as he extends his arms around wooyoung's waist to pick him up effortlessly, throwing him back onto the bed.

giggling, wooyoung feels giddy as he breathes heavily, sightless eyes darting about as he senses san hovering over him, guiding his arms above his head on the bed. "i need you to know," san murmurs breathlessly, thumb brushing over his wrist. "that you're different than him. than junhee. you rebuild everything he broke for me- love, caring, even sex. i hated it with him. i hated thinking about it, because of him. but wooyoung... i can do it with you. breathing is easier when it's around you."

the blonde beneath him brings their joined hands to his mouth, brushing a kiss on san's knuckles. he doesn't know what to say, but that's okay. san knows. he just nods, raising san's hand to his face.

"i want you. like i've never wanted anyone or anything. as if i always have." he repeats, knowing how important it is to san that this is mutual. consensual. inhibitions are running low, the lowest, but wooyoung is of sound mind as he ever has been.

"i feel comfortable when i'm with you, san. more than with anyone else." he's not brave enough to say "more than with hongjoong", but he also doesn't want to dampen san's mood by mentioning him. and san doesn't mind; the words are more than enough.

the exhilaration of not being able to see what hes going to do next excites wooyoung in a way he could never describe nor expect, and when he feels that mouth on his stomach, those hands on his thighs- it drives him to insanity. makes him feel alive.

san edges his legs up, hands back to his hip as he positions himself lower, ghosting soul crushing feather kisses on his inner thigh. gasping, wooyoung reaches down to thread his fingers in san's hair, while his other hand clasps over his mouth.

every trace of his sanity is obliterated as san sucks the soft unexplored skin, leaving his mark. composure is a very distant friend, and the blonde's a mess under the boy destined to break him.

his back moves up and down the sheets, chest heaving quietly. san's fingers dig into wooyoung's thighs as he shudders and arches his back, biting back an uncontrolled moan.

he feels the boy move up him again, worshipping the his body like the holy grail, working away remaining clothing quicker than he had his shoes. he turns wooyoung over so he's lying on his stomach, gliding a hand up his back and along the length of his arm until their hands are over one another.

"i don't want to hurt you." he murmurs by his ear, moving wooyoung's hair out of his face with his other hand.

"i know," he struggles in response, his obvious erection becoming painful. "could you, uh-" his cheeks flush. "could you prepare me?"

san smiles gently, kissing his temple. "of course, princess."

"i've got lube," he tells him, body moving away for a second. "i'm gonna give you one, okay?"

wooyoung nods, shivering when he feels san return, squirting the cold liquid onto his lower back. san's finger dip in, moving down his ass cheek and circling his rim. he exhales, hissing slightly as san begins to stretch him out.

he shudders, writhing a little as he adjusts. "another," he says, moaning as san obliges, scissoring two digits against his tight walls.

"this okay?" san asks, kissing his shoulder.

nodding into the sheets, wooyoung mumbles incoherently, heat rippling through him as san fingers his prostate. that elects a high moan, and he musters a string of swear words.

"use your words." san exhales, cricking his fingers inside of him.

"fuck—" he utters, biting the duvet. "yeah, yeah it is."

turning his head a little uncomfortably, wooyoung's eyelashes flutter, his neck craning. "kiss me, please."

mouthing up his spine, san obliges, trailing open mouthed kisses until finding his mouth. he kisses him as well as he can, desperate and full as san stretches him out. until he's just panting into his mouth, unable to move his lips.

"that's good," he manages, tongue heavy in his mouth. "want you inside me now."

muffling his face in the sheets, his mind is in shambles as the other finally enters him, lacing their fingers together tightly. the stretch burns, constricting around the width of him.

he moves against him slowly, like he's trying to be careful; trying to savour the moment. but the younger has other ideas, the words springing from his mouth before his brain can catch up with them.

"ah, fuck- san," he gasps, loving the feeling of their bare bodies aligned, pressed against one another with no more barriers.

to wooyoung, touch is everything. touching is his seeing, his breathing- what allows him to know what his eyes can't tell him. all he knows is san. "please," he grits out, not satisfied with the gentle attempts. "i'm not made of glass-"

he breaks off as san pushes in deeper, quickening his steady pace and pressing a hard kiss to his shoulder. "fuck, princess. don't be a brat." san growls, flipping him around without breaking stride. "don't encourage what you can't handle."

unable to rely on the pillows to muffle his sounds, wooyoung whimpers freely, loudly, his hands finding their way up san's sculpted back, pulling him closer.

"who says- mph- who says i can't handle it?" he grits out, nails scraping into san's shoulders, down the bumps of his spine under his feverish skin.

san smirks at the younger's determination. "i know." he assures him, finding it cute wooyoung is taking this as a jibe at his capabilities. "you can handle anything."

he kisses him slowly until the blonde is unable to keep his lips together, mouth quivering around his breathy moans.

"you're so gorgeous. so beautiful. so good-" he praises him while thrusting his hips, causing the blonde's nails to leave their own mark down the previously flawless skin of san's back.

he could swear this is some kind of fever dream- because nothing is as insanely unmatched as this. and nothing would ever compare again.

"tonight," san breathes in a murmur over his lips, short breath tickling his face as he kisses the corner of his mouth. "you're mine. and no one else's. not decreed by the universe or anyone else. we decide our own fate."

"just for tonight." wooyoung counters breathlessly, last words before they begin kissing again, lost in the moment and found in the familiarity of each other.

-

now i don't condone cheating but—

the verdict of whether i am a capable smut writer has reopened

xxx