Smut Warning!

********

San reached for Wooyoung as soon as the door had shut behind them. His hand seized his waist, engulfing it, as he pulled Wooyoung into the first proper kiss of their wedding day. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around his husband and opened his lips for his passion that poured from San through the connection of their mouths. It made Wooyoung breathless and sent his thoughts spinning because this was his husband now, his one and only. They would spend every day together, as close as possible.

Since Wooyoung's mind had settled to love the beastly version of San, this one still vexed him. His heat, his inky hair, his beautiful face and body. They were all far too much for Wooyoung to bear, and even the grip on his waist had him squirm with sensitivity. Only for San, he was like that. Only for his dark eyes that still burnt like fire, but this time with adoration for Wooyoung.

Wooyoung whined softly into San's mouth to convey his confusion and helplessness. His husband pulled back with a chuckle, but his heat lingered on Wooyoung's lips that matched San's so well.

"Don't worry. I will guide you." San brushed his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. The blushing boy gave a shy nod.

"Where do we start?"

"Where we usually start. Come here, sit with me." San's black cloak cascaded over his shoulders like the night sky. Its hem was embroidered with golden ornaments that rivalled the stars in their twinkle.

Upon San's beckon, Wooyoung joined him on the bed. They sat next to each other at first, but it took San only a moment until he reached for Wooyoung's thigh and led it over his lap. Bashful at the hint, Wooyoung perched on his thighs. Their contrasting outfits doused them in a luxury so alluring. Yet, Wooyoung instinctively sought San's closeness, his skin's touch. Their hands tangled between them and their rings mirrored their feelings.

"Are you nervous?" San kissed Wooyoung's jaw, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose. Like Mingi's beloved butterflies, the kisses fluttered over him to douse him in San's affections.

"A little." Wooyoung was new to this. He was afraid to do something wrong or hurt San by accident. They were married now, but what if he wasn't enough? His usual peace was exchanged for anxiety in the privacy of San's spacious canopy bed.

"I will make it magical for you. Just follow my lead. And tell me if I do something you dislike."

After a moment of hesitation, Wooyoung nodded again. When San kissed him, he relaxed. Kissing, he knew. He could do that. He enjoyed the sensation of San's lips on his and he could never get enough of their taste that was simply San.

This time, however, while San kissed at the same languid pace as usual, things changed. A hot touch to Wooyoung's lips, San's tongue, as it asked him for entrance.

Wooyoung gasped against San's lips, surprised, but San soothed him right away. His muscular arms cradled Wooyoung close as he slipped his tongue into that gap. It skimmed over Wooyoung's teeth and tongue, enticing him. He shifted in San's lap, squirmish with the heat that doused him in waves. The firm arms around his waist kept him grounded.

"San," Wooyoung breathed between the slick noises their tongued created. Their touch felt heavenly, but even more divine was how San wrapped his lips around Wooyoung's tongue to suckle on it, showing him how it was done. When Wooyoung copied him, San thrust his tongue into his mouth in smooth movements, mimicking something else that brought a hot blush to Wooyoung's cheek.

When they parted for a breath, Wooyoung's eyes had glazed over. His lips were reddened and his gaze followed San's mouth as if it had enchanted him.

San tucked Wooyoung's hair behind his ear. His other hand unbuttoned his stifling uniform vest. A moment later, his coat slipped from his shoulders to pool around him.

"Are you at ease?" San's hands seized Wooyoung's thighs and gave them an appreciative squeeze. They clenched around the king on instinct, sensitive to that touch so close.

"I'm fine," Wooyoung muttered, captivated. He didn't notice how San freed him of his cape with a chuckle. The heavy fabric dropped to the ground and left Wooyoung's heated body lighter.

"Let me take care of you," San asked as he brought their lips back together. Wooyoung surged into him impatiently, but San caught him. He cradled his overzealous husband to fall with him into the sheets. Kneeling above him, Wooyoung tried to kiss him as intensely as San always did to him. He hoped to make his head spin and heart flutter in the same way.

San indulged him while he helped Wooyoung out of his suit. Though Wooyoung appreciated the caress of cold air on his neck, he couldn't help but find it unfair that San so simply resisted his attempts. Once it was time to shrug off his jacket, he sat up with a huff. Like a fallen angel, San lay on the sheets beneath him. His raven hair fanned over the pillows and cat-like eyes offered a game Wooyoung could never resist.

The boy's pout made the king chuckle. As Wooyoung discarded his jacket on the ground behind him and throned on San in only his pants and his shirt, he felt San left him to rein whatever he wished.

"What is it? Have I upset you?" San licked his lips when he knew nothing like that was the case. The gaze from his darkened eyes seemed to rush straight south through Wooyoung's blood.

"I want you to feel good, too," Wooyoung complained. A moment later, he shivered when San ran his hands up his legs to deliver a squeeze to Wooyoung's behind. His bulge ground against San's abdomen, desperate for touch.

"I will, later. For now, I only wish not to hurt you. Is that fine by you?" San tugged him in to kiss his worries off of Wooyoung's lips. Like butter in a pan, Wooyoung disintegrated at the attention.

"Fine," he grumbled, though he remained vigilant. He would make sure San's face would twist in pleasure as much as his.

"Don't be distracted by me. Concentrate on the feeling." The king rolled them around so he was the one pressing Wooyoung into the sheets. He lost his jacket and unbuttoned the top of his shirt to let fresh air skim his smooth chest. Wooyoung wanted to kiss that patch of skin, but he couldn't reach it when San dipped to open Wooyoung's shirt. He caressed every new bit of Wooyoung with his lips. His hair tickled Wooyoung's body.

Wooyoung whimpered. Below San's body, his legs clenched shut as they embarrassedly hid away the reaction his body had to his husband.

Once more, Wooyoung's eyes cracked open to look at what San was doing. He mouthed at the line of Wooyoung's hip as his fingers guided the open shirt from his pants and pushed it out of the way.

"San," he whined. He stilled when a hand settled over his eyes.

"Just feel. Does this help?"

Wooyoung gulped when every sensation was magnified. He heard his quickened breath and the blood rushing through his veins. San's breath on him seemed to scorch him.

"Y-yes. For now." He could concentrate since he didn't know what to anticipate. Could school his impatience.

San sat up to help Wooyoung out of his shirt. He gently tied it around Wooyoung's head, loose enough that he could take it off whenever he pleased, but tight enough to obscure his sight. Then, he lowered himself onto Wooyoung's body again. The click of the bedside table had Wooyoung's ears perk in interest.

A warm hand cupped him, eliciting a hiss from Wooyoung's teeth. Those fingers knew just the right amount of pressure as they mapped him out and circled above his tip until the wetness of it could be felt through his pants. His hips bucked on their own violation, seeking more, and San gladly provided. His deft fingers unbuckled Wooyoung's belt and pants. Instinctively, his hips lifted so San could take them off him. The air to his bare body embarrassed Wooyoung, but he didn't press his thighs together for long. Soon, San's familiar fingers and his warm breath eased them back open.

"How gorgeous you are. All mine to worship."

A tiny mutter of San's name got muffled in the shirt across Wooyoung's face. He wound himself to reach for San, and the king gladly took his hand to guide it. Soft hair touched his fingers as he grasped it like an anchor.

"Pull on me if it becomes too much and you forget how to formulate words," San proposed.

Wooyoung scoffed behind his blindfold.

"Aren't you too confident? It's been seven years for you, too."

Wooyoung ate his words when a breath of air hit the twitching tip of his manhood. Quickly, his mouth snapped shut, only to drop right back open in a moan when he felt the divine touch of San's plush lips on his most sensitive part. His head pushed back into the sheets when the tip of a tongue dipped into the small slit and San hummed at his taste.

Wooyoung's whines became an ongoing litany. His body arched and spasmed, but San remained in utter peace and control. He took Wooyoung deeper bit by maddening bit, engulfing him in the heat of his mouth. One of his hands massaged the part he didn't reach and the other hand fondled Wooyoung below, though his fingers kept skimming over the sacred spot further back.

After minutes of torture as Wooyoung felt he would both burn to death and die of a heart attack if the tension in his stomach didn't unwind right now, the wet touch to his behind probed inside.

Wooyoung's moan turned into a gasp of surprise. His fingers clenched into the stuffy shirt over his face, but he didn't tug it away yet. Though foreign, the feeling was not unpleasant, and he was distracted by the way San's throat felt around him.

Another stutter of San's name sounded when the finger inside of him slipped deeper, testing his limits. He felt full from it and unsure whether he liked it.

San allowed him shallow thrusts down his throat that rubbed Wooyoung's underside heavenly against the king's tongue. The hollow of his cheeks added a drag at every movement that turned Wooyoung's mind into mush. He had long since lost all ability to think, for his blood existed only down south. No thought passed through him that wasn't centred around his pleasure.

When a second finger slipped in, Wooyoung's breath turned ragged. San touched something inside of him, a special spot that made his arousal leak and his stomach convulse deliciously. It didn't take Wooyoung long to get used to it, and he willingly pushed his hips in San's direction to feel more of such pleasure.

San's jaw had to ache by the time he had eased a third finger inside and opened Wooyoung properly. Under Wooyoung's grasp, his scalp was hot and sweaty, and his hair stuck to it. Wooyoung was no different, and the sheen of sweat glistening on his body prompted San to flick his tongue out once more to lick its salt.

Wooyoung whined at the loss when San pulled his fingers from him. A moment later, the touch to his aching length also disappeared.

Wooyoung lay on the sheets, panting. He felt the dip of a mattress by his side, and then San freed him of the blindfold. He found Wooyoung with his cheeks flushed and his eyes dazed. Sweat stuck his hair to his temples and his chest shuddered with his ragged breaths.

Charmed by the sight, San smiled at him. His swollen lips turned Wooyoung's head into mush once more.

"How do you feel?"

"Need more," Wooyoung rasped, for he was afraid this was all San would do that night. His yearning still stood proud, and a flickered glance downward told him that San was none the different.

"You will get more. I need you to breathe properly for this, though." San opened the other buttons and exposed his bare torso to Wooyoung for the first time. The boy's mouth watered as he laid eyes upon it.

San's chest was crafted in hours of delicate work. Muscles rippled under his skin and stood out faintly, though veiled by a healthy layer of flesh that made him look broader. His waist was small, and it tapered to this place Wooyoung desired so.

When Wooyoung sat up, San allowed him to perch between his knees. They arranged their legs to frame each other's hips as Wooyoung reached for the waistband of San's pants.

"May I?"

"Please," San rasped, and his voice sounded hoarse for the first time. Wooyoung doing this with him affected him just as much. The thought sent Wooyoung's mind spinning.

Wooyoung freed him from the stifling fabric of his pants and gulped as he wrapped his fist around San. He had never touched another man at this place and he was astonished to find it both so similar and different. San reacted to other touches than he, but his stuttering breath matched Wooyoung's as they helped each other out.

Their lips met in the middle for another kiss similar to a whirlpool. By the time San pulled back, his lidded eyes conveyed the pain of a lifetime.

"Wooyoung... My precious one. May I become one with you? I hope not to hurt you but it might be uncomfortable at first."

Hesitant, Wooyoung glanced down his body. He was unsure what San meant at first, but when he pieced it together, his blush reached to his chest.

Upon his nod, San surged to hug him. He peppered kisses all over Wooyoung's face, making him giggle as he pressed him back down into the sheets. Their lengths rubbed against each other and brought broken moans from both boys. Despite their fervour for each other, they were nearing their limit.

"Thank you, my love. Tell me if you hurt, I beg you."

Stubborn, Wooyoung clung to him as San lined up his tip with his entrance.

"I want to do this with you," he vowed.

San intertwined their hands and kissed Wooyoung's ring.

"I know. But I won't hurt you, ever. Bear with me."

Upon Wooyoung's nod, he canted his hips to breach the boy. Wooyoung struggled to breathe as he was filled more than before, deeper than before. San's fingers didn't compare with the real deal and it was so hot; so hot, as if Wooyoung would truly melt.

The two clung to each other all the way until San's hips stilled. Even then, the stuffy air around them was filled with the electricity of tension.

San's trembling lips kissed Wooyoung's clenched eyes.

"Are you in pain?"

Wooyoung shook his head. No word escaped his lips.

San waited for him, ever so patient even when Wooyoung felt him throb inside, felt him so intimately. His heart surged and danced as his body gradually welcomed his lover.

After a few moments, they calmed. Wooyoung noticed a few tears clinging to his lashes, but he hastily blinked them away before San could take notice of them.

At the first roll of San's hips, both of them threw their heads back with a matching hiss. The slide was wet, but Wooyoung clamped to him like a vice. San's punched-out groan meant only the best as he moved in the tiniest thrusts, not yet over-tasking Wooyoung's body.

On cloud seven, Wooyoung fisted his hands into the sheets next to his head and took everything San had to give him. His whines and moans filled the corners of the room, enticing San, for he adored them so.

With time, they grew more confident. San chased after the noises spilling from Wooyoung's throat and Wooyoung's thighs fell open around San's hips to allow more room for movement. The slap of their bodies was wet and filthy, but neither cared as they professed their love for each other into the humid air.

Sweat-slick bodies threw around in the sheets when San pushed him harder, grabbed at Wooyoung's waist until he arched his back and could take San even deeper. He was losing his mind, babbling, calling for San, but all he knew was the all-consuming pleasure in his abdomen.

"San- San, I can't-" Wooyoung gasped, his throat parched. San kissed at it, his hips snapping like those of an animal, as if he had lost all control. He snuck a hand to Wooyoung's midst, and he provided the last kick the boy needed.

His spill soiled San's sheets and his hand. It stuck to him, disgusting and dirty, but Wooyoung could only sob for euphoria so wonderful crashed into him he lost all sense of being. His fingers dug into San's shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks on him.

Wooyoung's whines pushed San over his own edge. His hips stuttered, and he stilled, his head thrown back in his moment of ecstasy. Heat filled Wooyoung, so pure and warm, proof of their love.

San caught himself before he could collapse onto Wooyoung's chest, but Wooyoung pulled him to lie on him. They panted harshly and their skin stuck together. The happiest they had ever been, they soon broke out in matching giggles. Kisses were shared as sleepy eyes could barely stay open.

Still, the king checked on his lover yet again.

"Are you hurt?"

"I'm better than I have ever been," Wooyoung promised him.

At ease, they rested their weary bodies until they inevitably had to rise and clean up. Once they did, San carried Wooyoung to the bathtub and cleansed him from head to toe, tending to the body he had held in his loving embrace. Afterwards, Wooyoung did the same for him. For hours, they sat together in the water and relished in the spring breeze coming through the open window. Kisses and vows of love got shared once more.

Their wedding night ended to match the most perfect day of Wooyoung's life. Later, as he slept in San's arms, Wooyoung cradled all those memories close to his chest, holding them dearly, for he knew nothing could ever drive him and San apart, and these memories were the evidence.

They slept soundly on their first night as the royal couple.