San smiles to himself then follows Wooyoung to the kitchen. He meets Wooyoung sitted on the counter, shirt now off and dumped on the floor, legs wide open and an innocent smile on his lips.

"Look at you.. all eager and ready for me" He mutters and he steps closer to him. He places both hands on Wooyoung's smooth thighs, giving him a slight squeeze. Then his hands began sliding to the younger's hardening member.

Wooyoung licks his bottom lip in anticipation as he waited for San's hand to wrap around him. Both his hands behind him on the counter, holding himself up and legs spread open with San standing between them.

San's hand glides up and down his sides and Wooyoung whines under his breath, their eyes still firmly on each other. "What is it?" San asks darkly.

"I'm so horny" Wooyoung whispers back with want. His voice dripping with a need to San to touch him all over.

"So what do you want me to do about that?" San asks teasingly. He leans forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss underneath Wooyoung's jawline. Wooyoung shivers, a rush migrating to his now stiff dick. His hands form fists on the white marble counter top. Feet pressed against the cold surface, keeping his legs open.

San's hand slides behind Wooyoung's back then down his hips. He holds him tightly. Wooyoung bites the bottom of his lips as his breathing slowly became more and more laboured.

"Just fuck me really hard already. Please" He begs. His breath gets caught in his throat when he feels San's cold hand finally wrap around him. The older begins tugging and pumping him, occasionally pressing his thumb against the throbbing red head of his dick.

Wooyoung whimpers and moans. "Ah- ah-" His hips bucks up when San's wrist speeds up. He throws his head back and San presses his nose against Wooyoung's slightly tanned neck, his tongue lapping over the salty skin momentarily.

Wooyoung felt a burn in the pit of his stomach and he knew his release was near. "O-oh I'm so close" He moans out, his eyes half lidded with pleasure and tongues curled. San joins their lips together in a wet kiss while he continues to jack Wooyoung off. Then he uses his other hand and slides two fingers at once inside the younger's clenched rim.

The puckered hole immediately accepted his fingers with no problem. Wooyoung moans slightly into the kiss. San begins quickly fingering him, curling his finger occasionally while at the same time quickly stroking his stiff dick.

Wooyoung breaks apart from the kiss, a thin string of saliva between their lips. "Ah.. ah fuck" Wooyoung moans loudly. His legs trembled and his orgasm hit. Mouth agape and eyes half lidded as he came repeatedly on San's hand, the white substance running down his fingers and knuckles.

Once his orgasm had passed, San brought his hand up to his lips and took a lick of the salty substance. Wooyoung just stared at him through disheveled dark bangs.

"You taste so good" San mutters as he takes another lick. Wooyoung smirks at him and San returns the teasing smile. He brings his hand up to Wooyoung's lips and he immediately takes a lick of his own cum. His tongue laps over San's knuckles swallowing up every drop.

San watches him, his mouth slightly open. Once Wooyoung was done San grazes his lip with his thumb admiring the younger's wet pink lips. Then he leans in for a tempting kiss.

As they kiss and play with each other's tongues, Wooyoung's hands makes it way to San's joggers. He easily undoes the draw string then pulls down the pants. He takes San's bigger member in his hand and begins pumping his hard cock.

San breaks away, slightly out of breath. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside Wooyoung at that second. "I'll be back" he says gruffly then practically ran out the kitchen and to his bedroom.

He returns not a moment later, completely naked, with a condom on and a bottle of lube. Wooyoung smiles excitedly then got off the counter, he turns around leaning on the marble surface and opening his cheeks for San to do away with.

San drizzles the slippery liquid on his hole and he watched with anticipation as the puckered hole clenched and unclenched as the lube slide down. He licks his lips then presses the tip of his dick against Wooyoung's entrance.

He begins pressing his way in and Wooyoung releases a guttural moan. He shoves his way in until he was hilt deep then he withdraws and rams back in. "Ah! Fuck, I'm gonna cum so fucking fast if you keep doing that" Wooyoung laughs under his breath when San hits his prostate head on.

San grins then repeats the movement. Wooyoung head falls forward and he grips the side of the counter. "Mhmg" He moans. San continues his steady and deep thrusts. The sounds of their skins meeting and slapping echoes in the kitchen. Their moans ringing in each other's ears.

San firmly grips Wooyoung's hips as he would pull back and slam back in at a quick and even pace. He lands a loud slap on Wooyoung reddening ass cheek and the younger moans lewdly at the contact.

"Pull my hair" Wooyoung whimpers. "I fucking love it when do that" He throws a glance behind his shoulders and at San.

San doesn't waste any time. His hand slides into Wooyoung's thick dark long locks and he pulls his head back until he's standing, his back pressed against San's chest.

San's hand then holds him tightly around the neck as he continues he thrusting. Wooyoung gasped with pleasure, the submissive part of him enjoying being so roughly handled. The hair pulling, the choking, if anything that turned on even more.

A couple more seconds in that position and San withdraws his dick. He quickly gets Wooyoung, back flat on the counter then he crawls over him and re-enters with ease. Wooyoung hisses at the cold marble on his skin as well as the stretch.

His legs wrap around San's hips as the older continued his relentless thrusts. They accidentally knock down the fruit basket on the counter, the apples and oranges rolling to the floor but this didn't stop them. Their heavy moans clung to the air.

A thin layer of sweat builds up on their skin. The sound of their moistened skins meeting as well as Wooyoung's lewd loud pants now rung around the whole house. His dark bangs falling across his closed eyes and hands beside his head.

"Ah S-san fuck.. ah-" He repeats in a series of curse words.

San watches his face as he fucked him deep and hard. His cheeks a flushed red and hair sticking to his forhead a little due to the sweat. Wet lips parted as he moan and cursed loudly. His eyes slowly slide open and meets San's liquid black ones.

He couldn't help the smirk that forms on his lips as he looked up at the older. San presses a sloppy kiss to his lips, his hips moving faster when he feels his orgasm approaching. "O-oh god.. San.." Wooyoung moans against his lips. "Your dick is so perfect. You're so perfect.. fuck" He moans out, his own orgasm on it's way.

San wasn't sure he heard that second part right, about him being perfect, but he was too aroused to care at that moment. "I'm gonna cum" He whispers against Wooyoung's lips.

"Me too" Wooyoung replies. The crude slapping sound increases in volume as San's hips stuttered and he slammed in out of Wooyoung as he came into the condom. Wooyoung shook as the pleasure hit him at once, his eyes roll back a little and he came on his stomach and chest.

"Mghm.. f-fuc" He moans out in a breathy voice. He releases ribbon after ribbon on his stomach before his orgasm passes while San filled up the condom with his heavy thick load. He rides out his high, sliding in and out of Wooyoung a couple more times before finally pulling out. He looks down at the younger who had his eyes closed, chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands still by his head and his messy hair scattered and stood out against the white marble.

Finally he opens his eyes to meet San admiring his otherworldly beauty even after intense sex. Despite his messy hair and sweaty skin, San still thought he was gorgeous. The corners of Wooyoung's mouth lifts in a playful smile. "That was fun" He speaks first.

"That was intense" San laughs when he notices they tipped over the fruit basket.

"It was. Now we can tick 'fucking on the kitchen counter' off our bucket list" Wooyoung jokes, he sits up.

San scoffs at him then gently brushes Wooyoung's hair out of his face. "By the way, what was that you said about.. y'know... me being perfect?" He asks.

Wooyoung looks at him with amusement as if trying to tell if the older was in fact joking or not. "You can't be serious. It was just in the moment of things. I was about to cum and I said something weird. It's not a big deal, ignore me" He laughs it off then pushes himself off the counter to grab a paper towel and wipe the semen off his stomach.

"Anyways what do you wanna eat for dinner?" Wooyoung asks but San looks down in slight disappointment.

He of all people should know that 'friends with benefits' type of relationship requires there to be no feelings or emotions attached. Just people who want to have sex but without the extra baggage... well at least that's what *one of them  wanted.

Wooyoung was a free spirit. Slept with whoever he wanted, fucked whoever he wanted and had never been in an actual relationship. That plus he hated committing to anything for a long time. Which was why relationships just wasn't his thing. At all.

Meanwhile San didn't want to go down that route anymore. He had been there and done that and in doing so he nearly destroyed his friendship with Hongjoong.

He tried dating once, didn't exactly work out. But that didn't mean he wasn't willing to try again.

And then there's the fact that they can't really date, at least not in the open. Fear of someone recognizing them in public would most likely nag at the back of San's head constantly.

There's just so many variables as to why they would never work out. I just have to stop thinking about him like that I guess.. he thinks to himself as he picks up the fruits from the floor and returns them back to their place in the metal fruit basket.

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