San could not get the thought of Wooyoung fucking himself with a dildo out of his head.

No matter how hard he tried. If having filty thoughts about the younger was hard to contain before it was practically impossible now.

After witnessing the incident he locked himself away in his room refusing to face Wooyoung. He knew he couldn't avoid him forever but just the thought of him made San hard. He didn't know if he could hold himself back if he came face to face with those perfectly shaped, kissable lips of his.

It was sometime around 9pm when he hears Wooyoung step out of his room. His footsteps on the hardwood floors being the only noise in the whole house. San doesn't think much of it, dismissing his movement as him wanting to get something to eat.

He was surprised though when the front door opens and closes. He knew that his dad shouldn't be home till really late and his step mom till the next day. He immediately sits up at the sound then creeps to the living room.

No sign of Wooyoung.

He picks up the faint smell of the boy's cologne but other than that he didn't leave a note or anything of the sort letting San know where he'd gone to.

San just shakes his head and turns to go back to his room. Before entering his den, he stops in front of Wooyoung's closed door. I'll just take a peek, then leave... he thinks to himself just as his hand wraps around the cold doorknob.

He turns on the lights in the dark room and slowly took in his surrounding. The space was cleaner than he imagined. The bed had a couple clothes lying on it and the covers flung to side of the mattress like someone had just gotten out but other than that his room was pretty tidy.

He stepped in deeper, his eyes fixated on the same spot on the floor where he caught Wooyoung masturbating. He gulps then shifts his attention to the boy's dresser. He opens the first one and saw nothing out of the ordinary, just some clothes. The following spaces yielded the same results.

He gets to the last space, the bottom drawer, and nearly bite his tongue. He reaches in and picks up one of the items, a baby blue lace panty. He couldn't help but laugh a little. "Jesus Wooyoung"

He runs his hand over the material for a second before picking up another panty. This one is a deep maroon red silk-like texture. He slowly brings it up to his nose and inhales deeply. He moans under his breath at the yummy smell. Cotton candy.

"Aish- what am I doing?" He scolds himself and quickly puts them back. He couldn't believe he just sniffed his step brother's underwear. He quickly closes the drawer then shuts the lights and sped back to his room.

3:21am

"You sure you don't wanna sleep over?" Rae, another friend with benefits of Wooyoung's, asks huskily as he puts his black BMW into park.

Wooyoung had gone out to a club with a group of older friends despite being underage. One of them had helped him out with a fake ID. Now it was early in the morning and he was being dropped back home by Rae, the same friend that picked him up. He wasn't that much older than Wooyoung. They were barely 2 years apart.

"Yeah, my mom will kill me if she found I went to a club again" He laughs drunkenly, leaning forward on the dash board.

Rae slides his hand up Wooyoung's thigh and gives him a firm squeeze. "She won't find out. Can't wait till you move out. I can come over whenever I want"

Wooyoung sits up and looks at him with an amused smirk. "Sure you will"

Rae immediately closes the gap between their faces and engages in a wet kiss. Tongue quickly becomes involved as they fight to taste each other. Rae's hand flies to the back of Wooyoung's neck to hold him in place.

Wooyoung tiredly pulls back, slightly out of breath. "R-rae, not tonight" He mutters out.

Rae only tsks in disappointment then sits back in his seat. "Alright. Talk later then" He unlocks the door and Wooyoung flashes a small smile before pulling himself out of the car.

"Later" He replies then swings the door shut. Rae immediately speeds off, not bothering to make sure Wooyoung got inside safe, his car making loud engine sounds as it drove down the quiet street.

Wooyoung sighs and walks up the small stairs to his door. He sees that neither of his parents were home, thankfully, so he felt like he didn't have to worry about getting in trouble.

The front door opens then closes loudly.

Wooyoung immediately begins making his way up the dark stairs, stumbling twice and cursing under his breath each time. He approaches his door and that's when San opens his own.

"Where were you?" The older immediately questions. The light from San's room causing Wooyoung to wince a little.

"Oh fuck off" He waves off the brunette and turns to his door.

"I asked you a fucking question Wooyoung" He grabs Wooyoung's arm. "Why are you dressed like that?" He takes in the younger's appearance. Skinny shredded ripped jeans that exposed almost all of his thighs matched with a cropped red sweater. His silver navel piercing catching San's eye.

Wooyoung just laughs and shrugs San's hand off. "Why the hell do you care?"

"Were you drinking? You reek of alcohol" San ignores his reply.

"Ok mom, sorry" Wooyoung says sarcastically then once again turns to go to his room.

San grabs his arm tightly then holds him against the wall. "Ok you need to listen to me right now" San growls in his face, with which Wooyoung responds with a smirk.

"You can't keep running around with grown men. It's not safe. Also why the hell are you even drinking alcohol? You're fucking 18. That's illegal" San rants.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and attempts to push San off him but the older tighens his grip. "Stop butting into my business. If I wanna hang out with 'grown men' then that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Now fucking get off me" He struggles some more under San.

"I'm telling your mom about this. And something tells me she won't be thrilled" San speaks so confidently it irked Wooyoung, to say the least.

"Pfft" The shorter male scoffs. "You really are an asshole. And to think I actually found you cool for a while, no you're just a sad loner who doesn't know how to have fun. Screw you honestly" His earlier smirk now completely replaced with a deep frown.

San's eyes watches Wooyoung's lips briefly, his heart hammering in his chest. Then something snapped in him at Wooyoung's bitter words, and he presses his lips against Wooyoung's in a firm kiss.

Wooyoung's eyes widen slightly, a little taken back, but it was almost like he was expecting that because immediately afterwards, his eyes slides close and he returns the kiss. Wooyoung's tongue hastily pushes its way past San's lips, causing ths older to gasp as the warm muscle.

Their tongues lap over each other repeatedly. San's grip on Wooyoung's wrist loosens and his hand lands on the younger's exposed side. The pad of his thumb ghosting over the smooth skin on Wooyoung's hip.

San felt blood rush to his groin the longer they made out. His head felt like it was spinning. Kissing Wooyoung was everything he imagined and more... the faint taste of alcohol added to the heated atmosphere.

Wooyoung pulls back from the kiss, giving them time to catch their breath but his lips presses against San's jawline in an attempt to keep the lust alive. San gasps, his eyes closed and head tilted to the side enabling Wooyoung to trail wet kisses down his jawline and collarbone.

The house felt so hot. San almost struggled for breath. Wooyoung got a spot on San's neck and sucked harshly while palming the older through his sweatpants. San tensed and immediately takes Wooyoung's hand away from his crotch then holds it up against the wall.

"What the hell are we doing?" He gasps out.

Wooyoung's bites his bottom lip, a grin on his bright pink lips. "I don't know but I don't want us to stop" His hips move forward in an attempt to create friction against San's hard length.

"Oh god" San moans out, his own hips bucking forward and grinding against Wooyoung's.

Wooyoung then flips them over San now being the one pinned against the wall. He immediately gets to his knees, fingers quickly undoing the drawstring on San's sweatpants.

San just looked down at him, incapable of saying anything to stop him... simply because he couldn't help himself. He couldn't even count how many times he's had daydreams of Wooyoung giving him a blow job with that pretty mouth of his.

Wooyoung drags San's pants down and licks his lips at the size. His hand gently wraps around the stiff member then slides up and down the shaft a couple times. San suppresses a moan by biting down on his lips.

Wooyoung begins shoving San's length in his mouth, pushing and pushing until he hit the back of his throat and couldn't go deeper. He pulls it out with a cough and begins sucking and bobbing his head on San's dick, one hand rubbing the part that couldn't fit while the other fondled his balls.

San moans gingerly as he watched Wooyoung go down on his dick like an expert. His mouth gapes open whenever Wooyoung would occasionally let his member hit the back of his throat.

Wooyoung licks underneath the shaft and made his to San's balls, his licks and sucks on them as well before returning to San's throbbing cock which was now leaking precum. Wooyoung immediately slurps up the white substance like milk and swallows. "More. Give me more" He whispers huskily before taking San again in his mouth while looking up at the older through thick lashes.

San's hand flies into Wooyoung's hair, gripping and bringing his dick deeper into the ravenette's mouth. "Fuck" San growls out. "You want more? Then get it out" He mutters back.

Wooyoung smiles slightly then pulls back and begins fisting San's dick. His hand nothing but a blur as he gave San a hand job. "Blow your load all over my fucking face ok?" Wooyoung whispers seductively. "Mm, I can't wait to taste more of you"

With that San moans loudly as he releases his first spurt on Wooyoung's cheek. The next Wooyoung catches with his mouth. He wraps his lips around the bright red head of San's dick and sucked him off as the older continued to release his semen.

Once he was done, he leans back on the wall with a loud shaky sigh. Wooyoung licked his lips while bringing himself up to his feet, his finger wiping off the cum on his cheek then licking it off his finger. The whole time staring at San right in the eyes.

"Goodnight" Wooyoung mutters, a teasing smirk on his lips, then he disappeared in his room. The sound of the door echoes down the hall.

San still stood there, pants still low on his hips and frazzled at what had just happened. "Shit"

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