a/n: kinda content warning👀👀

tw: mentions of sh, vague descriptions of sh (in the past)

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i feel you on my fingertips
my tongue dances behind my lips
for you there's fire rising through my being burning

san wooyoung/third person

05.08.17

wooyoung inhales sharply, eyelids fluttering in mild panic. he half wants to say, yeah, dumbass. i feel the pressure of your lips on my skin, but san's face is still so close to his; he can feel his breath, and his hand remains in his hair. the electricity he feels is undeniable, and the mess san's reducing him into is definitely becoming evident.

"like what?" he answers with an unsteady question, the words stuck in his throat. his breathing quickens as he feels san smile slowly against his skin.

the vulnerability of their previous conversation seems to have shifted something. somehow, he feels they've gotten closer. he wonders if that's why san's suddenly acting like this. if he just can't help himself.

"truth or truth, princess." the older chides, moving his mouth to whisper the words into his ear before kissing the shell of it. "i want to know."

wooyoung shudders as san's teeth skim his earlobe. "i-" he tries, but breaks off with a whimper as the boy drags his tongue down his jaw and onto his neck.

"san-" he breathes out helplessly, shutting his eyes as the older places an open-mouthed kiss on his skin.

"tell me what you feel." san demands assertively, grazing his lips over his neck.

wooyoung can't find the words to describe everything san's doing to him. he's making his head spin, sending feelings straight down to the pit of his stomach and turning him inside out. he's on fire, a burning match set alight by the hand he's been needing to truly live, before being nothing but a bland portion of what he was capable of becoming once lit.

he's a about to say something, but san stops, suddenly drawing away from him. "okay then," he says, and wooyoung despises how unaffected he sounds.

"suppose if you can't answer we'll just keep studying."

and now wooyoung's mad. mad at san for being seemingly so stoic and indifferent. mad at how stupidly turned on he is from just a few touches, and mad that san's willing to leave him high and dry.

"no." he gets out, sitting up so he's close to san again. he finds the front of his shirt, tugging san down onto him roughly. "we're not done."

"oh?" screw him. he can hear the smirk in his voice. "what about studying?"even as he asks the question, san's putting his hands on him.

"fuck studying." wooyoung hisses, fists tightening around the material of san's clothes. "don't act like you don't want me any less than i want you."

"hmm." san hums, and wooyoung revels at the unsteadiness of his tone. he's coming apart. "so answer the question then."

the words softly tickle his jaw, and he gasps, back arching as san's hand slides underneath his shirt, igniting his skin. "i don't just feel something,"he manages, voice shaking. tipping his head back, wooyoung lets san press a kiss onto his adam's apple, which bobs when he finishes his sentence. "i feel everything, all at once."

it's the only way to describe it, and he seems more than satisfied with the answer. it's no secret san has some sort of inferiority complex. he has to dominate, at any cost. so there's nothing more invigorating than wooyoung, wide eyed and panting, shrinking under him.

he can't hold himself together. the boy's going to drive him insane.  so insane, he leans away, groaning in frustration and turning his eyes to the sky. away from wooyoung. away from the blonde mess so vulnerable right there-  "san?" his voice. oh, his voice.

"i'm trying to control myself," the older explains through gritted teeth, "but you're so fucking gorgeous."

wooyoung blushes, sitting up slightly. "control is overrated." he tells him, and san can't agree more. "just... are you sure you're in the right headspace to be doing this after what we were just talking about?"

"you mean about how you feel when i kiss you?" san's half joking, his pupils still blown wide with desire. he knows what wooyoung really means, but avoids the subject. "doesn't matter what we were talking about," he musters, swinging his leg over the blonde's body in a swift moment so he's hovering over him. "what matters is how long i've waited. how long i've wanted to do this."

feeling his doubt vanish, the younger reaches up to place his hands around the back of san's neck. "you want me?" he whispers, eyes half closing.

"want you." san repeats gruffly in confirmation, the words muffled against his skin.

he does. their desire is mutual, and wooyoung's ready to let san do whatever he wants with him.

his body, mind and soul all craving the boy with a singing unity he's never experienced before. he pulls the taller down, who moves his mouth over onto his neck with more desperation than before, causing another whimper to sound from his mouth.

the unapologetic sound only fuels san's infatuation for more, and he grazes the skin with his teeth, dragging his lips downward.  wooyoung winds his hands into his hair, but san covers them with his own, grasping them and pinning his hands above his head. he wants him to submit. needs it.

"san-" he begs, yearning for contact. he likes being dominated by san like this. being forced to be powerless, because he knows it's pleasing san.

as of that moment, wooyoung thinks he'd do anything in the world to please san. god, it's not hard to reduce him to shreds. he almost feels bad for san- who's not going to have to try very hard at all to get wooyoung to beg for him to fuck him.

"fuckme-" he mumbles, tripping and mumbling over his words. they come out rushed and barely coherent, wooyoung's eyes fluttering as he flexes his fingers in san's grasp.

and san freezes, causing wooyoung's eyes to snap open- because oh god oh no he just said that out loud and maybe he's read this all wrong and that's not where this was going at all and oh god who is he kidding why would san want to fuck him why did he say that-

"what?" his voice is even, genuine. as if he didn't really hear him.

"when you said you want me- you meant- did you mean-" stupid, he's so stupid. can't even string a sentence together god what are words-

"yes." oh. he relaxes, cheeks flushing. oh. "yes, wooyoung. i would- uhm- very much like to fuck you. if that's okay."

smug bastard. a stricken laugh bubbles in his chest, and he hides his face now that his hands are free. "i know it's your first time," he says after a moment, as if that wasn't obvious enough. "you sure you're okay with me- with bottoming?"

perhaps his nod is much to eager, because now it's san's turn to laugh. another smirking laugh. "i think- i think i would like that very much." his cheeks are burning apple red, and he wants nothing more than to die.

"well, good." san says, moving his hands from his face so he can look at him burning. "i'm not exactly comfortable with... being on the receiving end."

wooyoung turns his head, pressing his lips to san's palm where it cups his face. "so why'd you ask?"

"i wasn't given the choice." he replies, fingertips tracing his jaw up to his hairline. "you deserve that much."

wooyoung's heart breaks a little at that, bursting with adoration. he leans up, grabbing gently at his collar. "lucky for you, you got me." he grins, pressing their lips together shortly. "have me how you want me."

san hums, and wooyoung's about to kiss him again but san's shoving him down, regaining their previous position, pinning down his hands.

and it's all going so well, until wooyoung remembers. jesus christ, they're never going to get anywhere. san's hands start to pull down his jeans, but wooyoung catches his wrists. san looks up, startled, and sees a pained look twisting the younger's face. "you okay?" san asks, brushing his lips against wooyoung's knuckles where his hand is clutching san's wrist.

"y-yeah." wooyoung stutters, slowly releasing his grip. "sorry. i just- i forgot. don't want you to see me."

san's face softens, and he kisses the boy's naval gently. "it's okay. you're beautiful." he murmurs, but wooyoung shakes his head. 

"not this." his eyes squeeze shut. "you can take them off...  just please don't look too long." he owes him this much. san shared that painful anecdote with him, he can return the favour.

confused, san does as he says, not sure what to expect. it's when he tugs wooyoung's jeans past his thighs he sees. "oh," he exhales gently in surprise, and wooyoung tenses under him.

he never wanted anyone to see this part of him. hasn't even told yeosang. there are jagged, messy scars on wooyoung's thigh, varying in length and thickness. the pink tissue isn't fresh, but is still rough underneath san's fingertips.

"it's ugly." the younger states, tugging his shirt down to cover them.

to san, nothing about wooyoung is ugly. nothing about him ever could be. he gently pushes his hands away so the shirt springs back up, tracing the jagged lines with his fingers. the question is in his touch as he follows the messy line work, words drawn onto wooyoung's uneven skin.

"i did it very soon after i first went blind." he explains mutely, and san lifts his hand. "i was so angry. so confused. everything was so dark and- and i was scared." he replaces the kisses from his fingertips with one from his mouth, gently brushing his lips over one of wooyoung's scars. "i couldn't even see what i was doing. didn't have control. couldn't cut straight, even lines." there's sad humor in his tone, but he also sounds embarrassed.

san wants to kiss away the shame. he shakes his head, nose grazing the soft skin of his thigh as he presses his forehead into him gently. "beautiful." he whispers against the scars, trailing butterfly kisses along their paths.

he thinks wooyoung might be crying, so he lifts his head and props himself up to kiss him on the mouth. it's slow and gentle, more sweet than before. san wipes a stray tear with his thumb, holding wooyoung's face in his hands. he whispers something intelligible against wooyoung's mouth, moving up to leave a soft kiss on each of his eyelids. and god, if wooyoung's not in love with him already, he's certainly close now.

"want you so bad," he breathes, kissing all over his face. "my pretty boy."

reaching up from where he lies beneath him, wooyoung wraps his arms around san's neck. "mhmm." he hums, dropping his chin to hide his face in san's collarbone.

exhaling, he pushes wooyoung along the bed until he's against the frame, pinning him between his knees. "the things i want to do to you." he gasps tellingly, and wooyoung's eyes widen at the words.

he wants him. he wants him so badly. he thinks he has, like this, for quite a long time. "how many times are you gonna say it before you follow through? do them." he manages boldly, body shuddering outward.

a devilish smirk tugs a corner of san's mouth up, and maybe it's a good thing he can't see it. if he could, he'd be running for his life.

"if any of this isn't okay," san starts, beginning to loosen his tie violently. "tell me."

wooyoung can only nod, buzzing with anticipation. he's got no idea what's san's doing, what he's going to do, and his tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

"use your words, princess." the older tsks, tying the material around the blonde's wrists and binding his hands to the bedpost.

"w-what're you doing?" he questions in a murmur, forgetting the question he's supposed to answer. he's pretty sure he knows what san is doing, and oh my god. oh my jesus christ.

"you said to do them," is his only answer, and wooyoung's eyes dart around at the promise in san's tone.

tell me if any of this isn't okay. it's okay. it's more than okay.

he's not going to last very long, with san having him exactly how he wants like this. blind and tied up, wooyoung's left completely exposed to san's wishes. the situation is utterly ridiculous and definitely kinky, but its newness is at the time exciting and provocative.

wooyoung barely has time to think, 'shit, am i into bondage?' before his eyes are rolling back and san's pushing his thumb into his mouth.

"shh, princess." san murmurs soothingly, pushing it slightly deeper. wooyoung moans against the finger, a feeling clenching in the pit of his stomach as he swirls his tongue around the pad.

he pulls on his makeshift restraints, writhing to get his hands on him but to avail. not being able to touch him is torture, and one that san's enjoying immensely. not to mention san hasn't touched him where he wants it the most yet. and he can't even reach down to touch himself, which is torture torture, now that his dick is very much on high alert.

san peppers kisses up his neck until he finds his mouth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. wooyoung whimpers, desperate for a real kiss - desperate for anything - as san removes the finger and holds his neck in both his hands.

his mouth feels too empty, gaping around air like a fish. "san-" he shudders, feeling dumb as the desperation is more than evident in his voice. "please-" the blonde gasps into his mouth as san kisses the moan from his lips, pulling again against his restraints in response.

the older worships him with his tongue, beginning to lift off up wooyoung's loose t-shirt while they kiss with one of his hands, his fingers grazing his stomach yearningly. the metal of his piercing is glorious in his own, cold amidst all the hot.

breathing coming out in small breaths, he sucks san's lips, his tongue, missing his fingers. he's being flooded with a thousand various new feelings bubbling within, producing a noise of want and impatience as san slides his hand down his honey stomach. so close- his dick practically reaching up for his hand.

the shirt can't come off completely due to the position of wooyoung's restrained arms, but that doesn't stop san. he brushes his thumb, still wet from wooyoung's mouth, over his nipple, pressing it down once.

yanking his hands in their restraints, wooyoung's bright eyes well up at the inability to gain the access he wants to putting his hands on san. on himself.

san's lowering his head again and now leaving kisses on his v-line, working wooyoung's jeans the rest of the way off. blind to where the male's lips are going to meet next, each touch is unexpected and invigorating, causing the younger to burn until he's sure he's going to combust.

"san-" he begs once more, voice higher than usual. "untie me, please! i need to touch you-" his blue eyes are shining with beautiful anguish, melting san as he looks up from his position to see them.

he finally obliges, untying them in no hurry while they kiss once more. it's wooyoung's first time, after all. he can tie him up for longer another day. the thought that there would be other days like this... that does something to san.

"wooyoung," he moans against his mouth, using his name for the first time as the younger immediately starts ripping the buttons open on his shirt once his hands are free. he's eager to get them on san's body, obsessed with the way his own name sounds on san's lips.

"are you sure you're sure-" he has to ask, just in case the blonde has changed his mind or isn't ready. he really wants to be sure.

"shut up," wooyoung breathes eagerly, helping san to shrug the shirt off. he shimmies up to press their chests together, to be closer.

"right." san replies breathlessly, delirious.

right now, they're as blind as each other. with want. with pain. pain they're sharing. and it's beautiful. it doesn't matter that all it took was a short exchange of feelings for them to succumb straight to their sexual desires before talking some more as perhaps the universe would expect of them.

they're proving determined to go against everything the universe expects, it doesn't matter as long as they can have each other. it doesn't even matter if the universe wants them to have each other. expects them to. not to san, for once.

nothing matters, when wooyoung's palms flatten over his bare chest, his lips making contact with his sternum. warm and wet on his skin, san cranes his neck, hairs raising all over his arms. he moves his hands down to wooyoung's thighs, caressing gently. he grips the flesh of them more tightly when his lips wonder too low.

"ah-" wooyoung's moan strangles in his throat, his mouth stilling as san's fingers slip into his underwear.

"hm," san tuts, using his other hand to pull wooyoung up, fist closing in his blonde hair. the younger elicits another sound of pained complaint, hissing. "suck." he commands, pressing two fingers back into wooyoung's mouth.

"uh huh," he agrees in a mumble, closing his lips around them and lathering the digits in saliva. his eyes roll back in pleasure, sucking obediently while san holds the back of his neck form.

he holds onto san, slender fingers wrapping around his slim waist. "fuck," san swears under his breath as the other's grip tightens, his own knuckles pressing against wooyoung's top lip as he gags around his fingers. "you look so pretty, sweetheart."

a breathy moan is muffled by the digits in his mouth, and he lowers his free hand to touch himself. san pulls his fingers out with an obscene squelch, glistening with their coat of spit. wooyoung's barely begun stroking his aching cock when san catches his wrist with the dry hand.

"not yet. be good and wait for me, princess." tears bead in his eyes, and threaten to spill over when san slides his lubricated fingers into wooyoung's tight hole.

it constricts around them as he pushes them deeper, kissing his neck as he spreads his legs apart by pushing one of his thighs away with his free hand. "san-" wooyoung starts, nails digging into his shoulder as san pumps his fingers. "you're doing so good, sweetheart." he shushes him, adding a third.

the two original digits scissor, loosening him up. his cock jumps, his breaths skipping over one another.  "deeper," he breathes, nodding the okay. 

san obliges, until he's knuckle deep in wooyoung's ass. his walls are hot and tight, clenching eagerly. wooyoung's trembling, any pain now overridden by pleasure. he drops his head into the crook of san's neck, shuffling closer so his dick presses against some part of san's body through his underwear.

"okay, okay," san says breathlessly, pulling his fingers out with a worse squelch. wooyoung whimpers, his hole clenching around cold air. he feels too empty, all over again.

san rids him of his boxers entirely, pulling his own down in a swift movement that leaves them both bare. "lift your hips for me, princess." he tells him, and wooyoung does, lying on his back beneath san hovering above him.

"good," he breathes, and suddenly all wooyoung can feel is san. all around him. in him.

slow, gradual, until wooyoung is pulling at san's hair, gasping encouragements against his skin so that he gives him more. deeper, slightly faster. snapping his hips with a steady rhythm that has wooyoung moaning filthily with each impact.

he's writhing, sweating, panting. melting on the bed, spread for san. only for san, who's fucking him so well. he leans down over his body, the angle meaning he's even deeper, thrusting into him as he mouths along his neck.

this night will be a brilliantly inflamed page in wooyoung's history, he's sure.

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yeah so unsurprisingly i refuse to write smut further than that

but fr idk how y'all can read something like "he pushed his throbbing cock against the tender h-" LIKE SKDJSKJXS EW NONO I CANNOT

forgive me father i have sinned 😔😔😔

xxx

edit: apparently i'm a hoe now?? bc before i just wasn't reading the right shit like GIRL the amount of downright FILTH i've consumed since that opinion-

i've learnt it just has to be well written filth. embarrassing opinion, months ago me, you hypocrite