Present time

The next morning San stayed in his room, not wanting to interact with anyone. Especially not Wooyoung.

He knew his dad had left for work early that morning and his step mom was preparing to leave for hers anytime soon.

He groans lowly and turns on the side to grab his phone from where it was charging on his bedside table. 12:45pm it read. "It's midday already?" He asks himself with a tired yawn.

With a heavy sigh he finally pulls himself up to his feet in order to start his day.. somehow. He decided he would take a shower then leave the house so he wouldn't have to think about that fact that Wooyoung was in the same building as he.

Because everytime he thought of Wooyoung memories of his loud yet lewd moans would bounce around in his head. It was a sound that made him hard as a rock because he was basically forced to imagine what Wooyoung looked like in that state.

And everytime, his imagination got the best of him. He pictured the younger stark naked while laying on his bed, jet black hair sprawled out on his pillow. Freshly waxed legs wide apart revealing his wanting gaping hole. He imagined said hole clenching and unclenching at nothing desperate for his dick. The image of Wooyoung looking up at him through long dark lashes, his deep brown eyes glazed with want. His pink lips wet and parted slightly. Cheeks a dull hue of flushed pink.

And then he said it. "Please fuck me so hard big brother"

San moans lowly as he came in ribbons on the shower wall. His hand flicks one more time, milking out the last of his salty fluid, before dropping to his side. He releases a loud sigh them slicks back his wet hair under the running shower head. Shit, I can't continue living like this. Living with him is like actual torture. He wasn't sure how more of this mental agony he could take before snapping.

"Alright sweetie I'm leaving now" Wooyoung's mom calls out as she hurriedly finishes up her lunch. She's a registered nurse and works in a hospital.

Wooyoung, who was comfortable on the couch 'watching tv' but was really just texting someone, hums in understanding. "Ok, see ya" He replies absentmindedly.

"You guys can order pizza for dinner or something. I won't be home till tomorrow morning and I think Namkoong is working late tonight" She walks to the door and begins slipping on her shoes. "I left some money on the counter"

"Got it" Another absentminded response. With that she was gone.

Wooyoung continued on with his relaxed lounging until he hears San's door open and close then he quickly sits up. He stares at the entrance to the hallway, waiting for San to finally make an appearance.

To his disappointment the sound of the bathroom door shutting rings down the hallway. He huffs and falls back on the couch, phone face down in his stomach. He shuts his eyes and stays still for a few long seconds.

Before he could even control himself, his hand makes it over to his trapped member. He palms himself through his loose joggers. Eyes still shut firmly. A small whimper leaves his lips as he quickly becomes hard.

He jumps up and quickly made his way back to his room. Reaching up to the top shelf in his closet, he retracts a pastel pink box with pretty white lace lined up all around the lid.

He pulls the box down and places it on his bed then he hurriedly pulls down his pants. His half hard dick springing to life. He opens up the box and grabs his strawberry scented lube as well as his favourite 8 inch dildo.

He makes himself comfortable on the floor then hastily pours some of the sloppy gel like substance on the dido. His bottom lips caught between his teeth as he his hand glides up and down the object. Then he lubricates his tight hole.

His forefinger slides in with ease and he doesn't hesitate to add two more making it a total of 3 digits in his asshole. He opens up his legs wider and uses his left hand to hold himself up while he fingered himself with his right. "A-ah" He stretches himself. Eyebrows scrunched and furrowed in pleasure.

His tongue laps over his lips repeatedly, his arm moving slightly faster. Not satisfied with his fingers anymore he withdraws them then reaches for the dildo. He places the base on the floor then hovered over the tip, teasing himself by circling it around his hole.

Finally he slowly brings himself down on the dildo until he was all the way in. He releases an airy breath as he gives himself time to adjust then he begins moving up and down the length. His eyes half lidded and dark hair messily falling forward creating an overcast on his eyes. "Y-yes faster" He whispers under his breath as he increases his speed.

Unknowingly to him he had left his door slightly ajar.

After San was done his long shower he makes his way towards his room but hears the sound of small moan like whimpers and it came from Wooyoung's room. He sees that the door was left open by a peek and he couldn't help himself.

His eyes bulges out at the steamy sight. Wooyoung had nothing but his infamous oversized shirt, exposing his pale collarbones. Eyes closed, and lips parted as he bounces up and down a dildo. The wet sound alone nearly tipped San over the edge. "Holy fuck" He whispered under his breath.

(Girl I know you're brave but use your headphones, I'm begging 👀)

He felt like he couldn't even breathe.

"Oh fuck. Faster. I'm so close" Wooyoung moans out, not bothering to hold back his voice anymore.

He quickly sits back on ass deciding to finish the job using the speed of his wrists. He takes the dildo then re-enters it into his gaping hole. He then begins moving it in and out of him as a fast speed. The toy grazes his prostate and he lets out another lewd moan.

"I'm so close" He gasps out.

"Oh my god.." He moans when he hits his prostate head on. The moan transitions to an intoxicated giggle. "S-san, your dick is so fucking good. God" He whimpers again.

San felt his heart hammer in his chest. Did he just say my name or am I losing it?

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" His brows furrows. "San, oh my g-god. Please don't stop" That's when he releases his first spurt.

He whines while repeatedly chanting "Yes" as he came on himself over and over again. Finally, he pulls the dildo out and falls back on the floor with a tired sigh.

San, who had just witnessed the whole thing, immediately made his way back to his room, a dazed expression on his face. He wasn't sure what he was more turned on by. The sight of him masturbating or the fact that Wooyoung thought about him when masturbating.

His gulps and held unto the towel that hugged his hips. His damp bangs acting like black curtains over his eyes.

He really didn't know what to think. Then he chuckles. "So much for 'you're not my type'"

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