your back beneath the sun
wishing i could write my name on it

wooyoung san

06.08.17

it's surreal, to wake up next to wooyoung. to have him so close, to feel him beside him.

when san opens his eyes, he's unsure if he's actually slept a wink or not. wooyoung's back is pressed up against him, blonde hair hiding his face where it's tucked down. san's bare chest rises unevenly against the warm skin of his back, struggling to function or know to act. with wooyoung so close to him, as he had been in many ways all night, the darker haired hasn't been able to get a wink of the fitful sleep of his dreams.

his own leg has found its way over wooyoung's as if protecting his body with his own, and now san just lies awake in silence, listening to their deep breathing. his eyes wonder over what he can see of the blonde's honey skin, memorizing its every callous, dip and curve. his vision is full of it, and san raises his hand to stroke his shoulder delicately, mesmerized by its smooth perfection and the way his fingers look gliding over it in the light.

he props himself up carefully so not to wake the sleeping boy, raising himself so he can look at him better. san had worshipped him in so many ways the night before, but it had been dark. now he wants to do the same with his eyes. wooyoung's tousled blonde hair is thick and lustrous, and all san can think about when he gazes down at it is how it feels to grip it in his hands and run his fingers through its locks.

his skin gives off its own golden glow in the morning sunlight, addicting to each and every one of san's senses. he still plans to scour every inch of it, leaving no corner untouched. wooyoung sleeps peacefully, with his tempting pink lips pouting slightly beneath his suiting nose. running his fingers along the younger's collarbone and onto his neck, san revisits the pleasures of last night, everywhere he touches evoking a memory. it's a lot, and he has to swallow thickly, regaining himself.

his eyes next flicker over wooyoung's defined jawline, throat bobbing at the irresistibility of its composure. wooyoung's dark lashes flutter secretively over his cheekbones, resting atop them elegantly and concealing the beauty and power of the eyes beneath. san brushes his knuckles against the boys cheek, frowning cautiously to himself when the he makes an awakening murmur of disapproval.

san is oddly calmed by his presence and the assurance of his safety, for a moment able to bathe in wooyoung's warmth and light as easily as he breathes, immune and oblivious to darkness. when the blonde opens his eyes, san watches them widen and narrow, adjusting to being awake as he releases a feeble yawn, pupils unresponsive to the warm light.

he stares without blinking, a ferocious passion kindling in his own hazelnut eyes as he continues to observe the other who remains unknowing of his branding gaze.

san can describe wooyoung's eyes with every ounce of poetic inspiration within him, and it will never be able to do them justice. they are a sky in themselves, an expanse holding droplets of deep blue ocean seeming encased in shimmering glass, blue supergiant stars on a canvas. if rigel is the brightest, bluest star in the constellation of orion, san thinks there are multiple rigels, and they are all home to wooyoung's irises.

wooyoung is the epitome of perfection. virtuous artistry personified in its final form, the shape of his exquisiteness shapeless with sublime cruelty - the insignificant onlooker's tongue incapable of describing his essence. san's the insignificant here, considering himself lucky to even exist in the same moment as wooyoung.

his effortlessly consummate design radiates impeccable allure, catching san's breath in his throat, its impact causing his bones to ache with the force of his entire being screaming gorgeous.

"good morning," is how san ends up conveying these thoughts softly, lowering himself down to give him a light kiss on the shoulder. god, he wants to crawl into wooyoung's very bones.

"morning..." wooyoung mumbles, a smile overtaking his face as he turns, pressing their foreheads together.

"how did you sleep?" the older asks with quiet care, looking directly into the blonde's unseeing piercing blue eyes. he's buzzing, trying to contain whatever has got him so frazzled.

the younger averts his eyes downward, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "quite well, actually." he admits, lips accidentally brushing against san's as he gestures with his head.

trumpets. fireworks. a grand parade. that's what's in san's head right now. he could do this, he thinks. he could really live like this this, in this moment, and it would be enough, forever.

"can't get enough, huh?" he teases with a grinning smirk, lowering his head into wooyoung's neck, burying himself there.

it isn't much of a question, and the warm breath of wooyoung's laugh into his hair is all it takes for san to raise his head, kissing him. wooyoung shuffles onto his other side to face him better, hand creeping up to find the side of his neck. he pulls him in, their lips moving in a slow rhythm, both of them savoring the calm freedom of the early morning while they can.

wooyoung smiles against his mouth as san pulls away, kissing each of his cheeks in turn as well as his temple. the smile turns to a giggle, as san presses his lips to wooyoung's again, and again, kissing him in short bursts. for him, the answer to his question will always be 'no'. it will never be enough.

"hmm," wooyoung humphs, ducking his head to avoid san's kisses. "morning breath."

"don't care," san shakes his head, still finding his mouth, kissing him again. "don't care." he repeats again between them, slotting their lips together. "you taste like me."

that shuts wooyoung up, obliging him into opening his mouth a little, allowing san's tongue inside. they kiss more slowly, each one becoming longer, exhaling breaths loud in between. san climbs over so his knees are on either side of wooyoung's hips, leaning down so their bare chests touch and the kiss deepens.

san eventually rises, resting on his haunches to take in the sight of wooyoung beneath him. his golden skin, glowing where the rays of sunlight hit it in bursts like a spotlight. san's gaze snags on his stomach, the soft skin there and the fine trail of hair, leading into his underwear.

he feels like he's in a trance, as he touches him, runs his hands down wooyoung's sides, up his stomach. gets his hands around his neck, touches his thumbs together. god, wooyoung is unimaginable, so fucking exquisite, and it's insane, absolutely crazy, to be the one who gets to look at wooyoung like this.

"what—are you doing," wooyoung manages, eyes flitting up at him, back arching subtly.

"i'm looking at you," san says. "am i allowed to look? do i get to just look at you?" he's half asking himself, in awe. hands follow up wooyoung's neck, going to his hair instead, twirling the strands.

his words cause wooyoung to turn his head, hiding his face in the pillows. san doesn't miss the warmth in his cheeks, the blush down his neck.

"bet you like that, huh?" he continues,  thumbs settling over wooyoung's cheekbones. "me looking at you."

he knows wooyoung does, and revels in the nod he gives, using his hands to turn his face from where it hides, forcing him to look back up at him. even though he can't see. san needs this, to look right at him. "god, woo. wish i could keep you here forever."

almost kissing him again, san decides to practice self restraint. he lets go, rolling off of wooyoung, dropping his head back to his shoulder.

wooyoung wriggles away, sitting up with a stretch. "wouldn't be very hygienic, to stay here forever." he comments, adding "i'm going to the shower." in heavy announcement, the redolent suggestion dripping from his words.

"is that so," san replies with a slow nod, feigning negligence as the other scoots out of the bed, eyes glowing as they scorch his bare back.

unable to stay were he is, san follows with his senses ablaze once again. both boys are desperate to get just as much of each other as they possibly can in the time they have. and how is san supposed to resist that kind of invitation?

fully unbuttoned, san's shirt hangs loosely over his shoulders, and accompanied by his boxers, that's all he is wearing. wooyoung has even less on, and san feels almost like an animal stalking his prey as he follows behind him into the bathroom. once they are both inside, the younger turns to him desirously, blue eyes shiningly ardent.

"i do like it." wooyoung tells him, blonde hair falling back from his forehead as he raises his head up. "having you look at me, i mean."

"i know." he does. san stands, unmoving, just looking.

"no tying me up." he instructs, taking san's hand in his own.

"whatever you want," san tells him easily, shocked at himself for obeying so quickly and without qualm. he waits as the blonde gets the water running, the routine meticulously practiced, holding his breath until he returns to being in front of him.

wooyoung reaches out with fervent slowness, getting hold of san's shirt and slipping it off, letting it fall to the ground. "off," he says, fingers finding the band of san's boxers, giving it a tug.

"yeah," san breathes, pulling them down and steeping out of them carefully yet quickly. he's suddenly shy,  standing naked here, though wooyoung can't see him.

hand gripping san's toned upper-arm gently as he reaches there, wooyoung's touch scorches him as his palm glides down san's left forearm. lingering over his wrist, butterflies explode in san's stomach at the sensitivity as their hands align, and the younger interlocks their fingers.

he allows himself to be led into the shower, gasping lightly as the water hits his face. san reaches up to cup the younger's cheek, loving the way wooyoung leans into his touch. the sound of the water rushing fills his ears, and his vision is taken up by its droplets cascading down the blonde's honey skin, plastering his hair to his forehead.

jealous of the water's residence, san slides his hands up wooyoung's body, ridding it momentarily of the moisture before it soaks them both again. the younger rests his forehead against his own, the two of them directly beneath the flow from the showerhead as water hits them in ravishing silence broken by their mingled breathing.

"san..." wooyoung exhales, as if his name is all that needs to be said. his lips remain parted, the water running over them, eyes closing.

eyelashes fluttering against his cheek, san raises his chin to capture his lips in a searing kiss, his movements slow and careful as oppose to last night's heated desperation. wooyoung kisses him back passionately, pressing san's back against the wall in the enclosed space, away from the water.

a few minutes pass where san lets him take control, but it's only a matter of time before he takes it back. raven hair inky plastered to his face and neck, san spins him around gently, emitting a sound of surprise from wooyoung's mouth.

he winds his arms around his waist, clasping his hands in front of his stomach. san smiles against the back of his neck, flicking his head back to get the wet hair out of his face.

the younger gives a sort of giggly sigh, swaying in his arms and tipping his head back in the crook of san's shoulder to allow the warm water to envelop his front.

"let's not go to school." he suggests, caught up in the moment. "i want to be here. with you."

"i wasn't going to, anyway." wooyoung replies, placing his hands over san's. "i'm waiting up for my parents."

san kisses his shoulder, unable to take his lips away from his skin. "i guess i'll be waiting with you, then."

"we've already talked about your disgraceful attendance-" the blonde begins, and breaks off with a sweet laugh when san gives him a ticklish nip on the side of his neck.

"disgraceful, huh?" he mocks, repeating the action to achieve the same reaction successfully. "who's the one who needs tutoring, again?" he teases, nosing the bit where wooyoung's neck connects to his shoulder. "too late anyway. may as well not go than show up at this obscure time."

"okay, okay" wooyoung gives in, angling his head around to enforce his words, but san just kisses his nose. "but-"

before he can finish his sentence, let alone finish their shower, they're interrupted by the muffled sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. san first thinks he's imagined it, but the blonde immediately shuts the water off in a panic, his sharp hearing picking up the sound.

"what the fuck?!" he panics in a frenzy, fear gleaming in his eyes as he tears out of san's arms and looks at him in dread. "they're not supposed to be back yet!"

wooyoung rushes from the shower, leaving san standing alone, dripping and confused before he can catch up to the situation. the younger throws a towel in his general direction, fumbling to tie one around his own waist.

"hurry up!" he pleads, and san begins drying himself frantically. "oh my god- our clothes are all over the floor, aren't they?! they're going to get the wrong impression-"

"the impression wouldn't exactly be wrong," he mutters, scooping up his clothes from the bathroom floor.

wooyoung flashes him a glare from where he's grabbing at clothes from his cupboard, simultaneously rubbing his hair dry.

realizing how long wooyoung and his parents have not seen one another, san can understand why this is not the first thing wooyoung wants them to see of him. disappointed as he is at the interruption, san obliges to his appeals.

"relax, i'll get the clothes." he tells him, already picking them up. "just get dressed."

he guesses this is not how wooyoung has planned for him to meet his parents, but, it will have to suffice. san can only brace himself for what is going to come next, and begin to miss the moments like this as soon as they pass, when everything was carefree, and too good to be true.

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alternatively titled: san being whipped for wooyoung day 37653

my fbi agent watching me click on my fifth google article about how blind people shower

xxx

edit: omg i was in my funny era or whatever