Smut scene at the end!

Warnings: animal characteristics, knotting

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Wooyoung's injury healed well thanks to San's intensive care package. He cooked for Wooyoung, ran his errands for him, picked up materials from university and even offered to write his weekly papers for him. The last, Wooyoung had to decline since San barely knew anything about his classes, but he gladly let his husky spoil him otherwise. For two weeks and long after the worst of his injury already subsided, Wooyoung was treated like a princess. San's care for him was so sweet, and Wooyoung thanked him with sweet kisses more and more often.

In return for all of San's help, Wooyoung also prepared a few things. He looked forward to being healthy enough to invite San to some good steak, and he wanted to buy him that new game he had been mentioning, which was still too expensive for him to buy. Without San's support, Wooyoung would have had to go back to his mother inevitably. She called him every day, and only listing all the things San did for him would calm her.

Wooyoung was immensely grateful, and his gratitude bled into the affection he harbored already.

After those two weeks, Wooyoung was almost impatient to give something back to San. He ordered the game online to be delivered right to their doorstep and when San received the package, Wooyoung told him to leave it on the table and didn't open it yet. While Wooyoung finished his homework, San did the dishes, clueless to the surprise awaiting him.

"Do you want to go out today?" Wooyoung asked him, trying to sound as casual as possible. When San peered over at him, Wooyoung masked his excitement by staring at his paper.

"Are you strong enough for that? I don't want to risk the little health you have regained." He rinsed out the sink and came over to check Wooyoung's watch. With a soothing grin up at him, Wooyoung leaned back from his work.

"Absolutely. Let's just have a meal and come back. You will watch over me."

San's ears perked, eager for the praise. He smiled so proudly whenever Wooyoung mentioned his trust in him and it was addictive to see.

"I will. What do you want to eat?"

"I picked out a place already. We can take the bus there. Be ready at 4?"

"I'll be there."

San pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's fingers before he skipped off to pick out some nice clothes to wear. To him, this was a regular celebration of Wooyoung's recovery. Giddy about his innocence when he had so much more coming his way, Wooyoung finished his exercises before he also got ready.

San awaited him at the door at 4 PM sharp. He looked nice in his slacks and shirt, perfect to go out on a date with. Since it was a fancy place, Wooyoung also dressed up in a good shirt and San's eyes raking down his figure definitely noticed. Still, he didn't ask questions. Only his glimpses were nosy as he followed Wooyoung outside, a silent bodyguard in his shadow.

They made it to the restaurant without a hitch. Wooyoung played with San's fingers on the bus ride there and they discussed watching a movie after dinner. Since it fit perfectly into his romantic plans, Wooyoung fought the giddiness that made him vibrate and just hummed in mysterious approval.

He never visited this upscale part of town to stay, only ever passing through. When they hopped out of the bus, San looked around with curiously perked ears. Wooyoung hooked their arms into each other and drew him along, down the road.

"You picked a place here?" The hybrid wondered and Wooyoung peered up at him to read his reaction off his face. San didn't look upset about it, mostly concerned about Wooyoung's financial decisions after hitting his head.

But Wooyoung felt better than ever before.

"Yep. Are you okay with that?" He didn't want to drag San around if he was uncomfortable. Hybrids suffered discrimination in some social circles and while San seemed confident in who he was, Wooyoung knew a couple of luxury brands who put a higher premium on pure-blooded humans with shops around here.

But San nodded, always down when Wooyoung was. Harsh judgement from irrelevant strangers based on race didn't matter to him.

"Totally. Lead the way."

Relieved, Wooyoung tugged him ahead to the sign he had memorized. The Italian restaurant was on the second floor of a building and they took a staircase up. San looked around full of awe, but his blazing eyes never strayed too far from Wooyoung.

Vines and fairy lights wound along the railing. Pictures of iconic Italian artworks decorated the brick walls, adding to the rustic feeling. Wooyoung climbed up the narrow steps first, and San's hand hovered behind his lower back, offering support in case he needed it.

They made it inside and were faced by a worker behind the counter right away. The interior was lovely, boasting topical plants and orange lights that bathed the tables in a sunset glow. A few people were around and muttered to one another, and while it was high end, it wasn't stiflingly luxurious.

"Hello. What can I do for you two?" The worker - his name tag read Yunho, and he had the enthusiasm of a golden retriever - beamed at them and Wooyoung pulled out his phone.

"We made a reservation under the name Jung Wooyoung. Two people."

Yunho tapped in their system after checking Wooyoung's name and lit up a moment later.

"Correct. I have it right here. We reserved the table on the balcony as you requested. Please follow me." Yunho gathered two menus from his counter and brought them through the spacious dining area. The scent of pasta and pizza was heavenly in the air, but even nicer was the view across the street and an evening sky when they stepped out onto the terrace.

San felt more comfortable under the open sky than in restricted places with a lot of different scents mingling in his nose. His eyes sparkled at the sight as Yunho placed the menus down for them and pulled out their chairs.

"One moment, please. Take a seat first," he invited, and they sat down while he rushed off. Wooyoung left San the time to look around. He had seen pictures online during his meticulous research (uni had to be good for something) and embraced the grumble of his stomach for all the good food that was to come. In the meantime, San relaxed into his chair and his ears twitched to pick up on the far noises since they were the only ones outside. A warm breeze ruffled through his silky fur and Wooyoung's watch peeped under the table when he couldn't take his eyes off the handsome hybrid.

Yunho returned with several items on a platter. He placed three candles in cute little pots between them and lit them with practised fingers. Then he plucked up the purple flower and handed it to San. A vase was at the ready for it.

"Here you go, candles, and a complementary rose for the date." Yunho left them with another grin, thankfully not judgemental. Wooyoung hadn't mentioned they were two men and an inter-species couple, but he was glad the reviews had been right and this was a welcoming place for everyone.

"Not red, but purple?" San asked, curious about the pick as he placed the rose in its vase. An adorable blush had spread over his cheeks at being spoiled.

"I wanted to go for red for its meaning, but your favorite color is purple," Wooyoung hummed with a sly grin and San's ears flattened as he was adorably shy at the attention. With his chin in his hand, Wooyoung felt sated just looking at him.

"Wow. You prepared a full course," San said and Wooyoung winked at him.

"Sponsored by yours truly."

When San picked up his menu to hide behind it, Wooyoung cut him some slack. Lovely as teasing his big, bad doggy was, he looked forward to some food today.

"They have good steak here and I already checked that they can make slight adjustments so you can stomach the seasonings and it tastes just as good. Or you pick anything else," Wooyoung explained, and San gave him a look that told him he didn't have to do all that. But Wooyoung grinned proudly. His health might be miserable, but he didn't let it hold him back from doing something for San in return.

"What are you going for?" San asked and since they had pizza only recently, Wooyoung had an easier time deciding.

"I will take some pasta. We can share, if you are curious to try both."

Although San loved meat, he nodded eagerly. He had developed a keen interest in trying the things Wooyoung liked. His favorite snacks and teas, games he rambled about, even absolutely irrelevant items like toothpaste. Wooyoung never asked him about it, though he chuckled whenever he noticed. San liked to share what he liked and learned about him.

They waved Yunho over and ordered the steak and some mild shrimp pasta for Wooyoung. Yunho noted everything on a little notepad.

"What can I get you two to drink? Would you like a wine recommendation?"

"No alcohol, please," San insisted, even when Wooyoung sent him a look that conveyed it was fine if the husky drank some matching wine. Wooyoung couldn't, because it would dilate his blood vessels and make him pass out, but San was free from his duties tonight.

However, as usual, he made this a team experience. And he didn't risk getting drunk while it was only the two of them.

Not that Wooyoung planned to pass out today. He had planned a lot and recovered so much for this moment. In the last few weeks since his accident, he threw in every vitamin he could find. By now, he had surely developed some sort of supernatural health.

"Then may I recommend a non-alcoholic Mood Fossile Fiorentino to you? It has zero percent alcohol yet contributes the taste of red wine that goes so well with meats and pasta," Yunho offered and Wooyoung just nodded since he had no idea about other wine options. If they didn't like it, they could always get water.

They definitely wanted to have some bread sticks as an appetizer and decided to share a salad since San wasn't big on those. Once Yunho had everything noted down, he repeated it back to them. Satisfied with their order, the pair handed their menus back and Yunho promised to bring the bread sticks right away before he zoomed off.

At peace with their candles and the rose, the couple relaxed at their table while they waited for their food.

"I really like it here. Did I do something right, for all this?" San hummed, taken by the view and the twinkle in Wooyoung's eyes. "Or did I mess up, and this is my last supper?"

Wooyoung chuckled along, glad San wasn't uncomfortable by the sudden spotlight on him. He liked to protect from the shadows, but Wooyoung needed to show his recognition just the more.

Yunho snuck the bread sticks between them without interrupting. San took one to gnaw on while he listened to Wooyoung. Red wine poured into their glasses, making the evening impossibly more romantic.

"I wanted to thank you for everything. For helping me, of course, but also for sticking to my side. You have become such a precious person in my life and I wouldn't want to exchange our relationship for anything else. So thank you, Sannie," Wooyoung smiled, awkward with the speech, but his sincerity came across. Overcome but a bout of shyness, San hid behind a sip of wine, but the grin on his lips was wide and beautiful, caressing the dancing candle light over his dimples.

"You are most welcome," he promised before he lifted his glass in a toast. "I'm also glad we met, and that we found something more in each other."

Flattered, Wooyoung looked up when Yunho made his way over to them with two plates. He neatly placed them in front of each of them and plucked the salad from the crook of his arm.

"Anything else I can bring you two?" Wooyoung felt a silent cheer conveyed in his gaze flicking between them and he smiled back.

"No, everything is perfect for now. Thank you."

"Enjoy your meal," Yunho wished before he disappeared into the hum of classical music and talking people.

Wooyoung tried his pasta while San cut into his steak. They tested their first bites and Wooyoung hummed first.

"This is as good as I hoped. How about the meat?"

"It's great." San cut off a generous piece and speared it onto his fork. When he held it out to Wooyoung's lips, Wooyoung dipped his head to try it. His heart danced away, buzzed in the best way.

The meat was also delicious. Just the balance of juicy San would love. When Wooyoung gave it a thumbs up, San cut off half for him and traded with some pasta. He didn't like seafood, but they sorted around it.

Their dinner was mostly awed noises about the food and comments about their surroundings. It was nice not to talk about university or about his health condition for once, so Wooyoung appreciated those minutes.

San finished first, and he watched Wooyoung happily as he did his best to empty his plate and the salad. While they sipped their wine, the conversation flowed in any and all directions naturally.

"Is there anything you would like to do aside from this job? It's tedious and you can't just take a day off," Wooyoung asked him and though San looked alarmed, he settled when he realized Wooyoung didn't ask to replace him but about his life's goals.

"I'm not sure. I'm pretty happy where I am, career-wise. Helping people can come a long way, and my work has a purpose."

"So if you could leave for anywhere to do anything, what would that be? In your wildest dreams, not thinking of work?" Wooyoung didn't let up until San actually thought about it, letting down the firm values that attached him to his lifestyle. Beyond, there was a softer soul. A more insecure and curious one.

"I don't know, honestly. I never traveled to a colder country, but I hear I would feel at home in a way I cannot understand otherwise. That's what I would be most curious about. Maybe Hawaii, to be a bit basic." He ducked his head, not sure if that was what Wooyoung wanted to hear, but Wooyoung was more than pleased. He swirled his wine in his glass pensively.

"No, those are good ones. I learned so much about hybrids from you. Those recommendations are probably all correct. And Hawaii is pretty."

San chuckled and finished his wine. For a while, they talked at random. About Wooyoung's aspirations to work in a museum since it was calming and monotone work where his heart wasn't at risk. About San's training and then circling back to the food since Yunho showed up asking if they wanted dessert.

Wooyoung couldn't take too much sugar, but San had a sweet tooth, so as always, they balanced each other out. They shared a cup of ice cream, and San gladly finished it. Since he had some leftovers stuck in the corner of his mouth after, Wooyoung wiped them with his thumb and sucked the sweetness off his finger. San's tail swished behind him hypnotically.

They were about to call Yunho under the guise that Wooyoung wanted to go home since he was exhausted (truly; he prepared the next surprise there), when San felt around for his wallet.

"Let me pay, at least. You did so much for the evening."

But Wooyoung stood up with a triumphant smile. Yunho rushed over to see them off and declared the bill as settled and thanked them. Everyone wished each other a nice evening, and San got to take his rose along. On their way out, Wooyoung snickered fondly at San's baffled expression.

"Oh, you innocent fool. I already gave them my card number for the reservation," Wooyoung unveiled his mystery on the stairway down. Now that it was even darker out, its fairy lights seemed magical in the night.

"You wicked trickster," San called him and Wooyoung couldn't resist him any longer. He turned to place his hand on San's cheek, drawing him in to breathe a kiss onto his lips. It was innocent and cute, like flower blossoms twirling through the wind. So easy to fall in love with.

Ever since Wooyoung got to know San, his heart hurt more often, but it hurt in the best way.

The uncomfortable angle on the stairs had them pull apart quickly, but San's eyes lingered on Wooyoung's face full of yearning. Making it twice as hard to brush it off and step back out onto the street with nonchalance.

"Let's go home," Wooyoung said, still under the pretense of being done for the evening. Sweet and pure as San was, he immediately complied and brought them back to the bus stop without ever having to check on a map.

They made it home and though Wooyoung was tired; he gained fresh energy as soon as he set foot inside his flat. San padded off to put his rose in water, and Wooyoung assembled for the rest of his plan.

He was nonchalant about it. Told San he would get ready for bed first and finished a lengthy routine. Then, he scrolled through his socials while San neatly cleaned his canines. Today, Wooyoung wore his black sleep shirt with the loose collar that liked to slip over his shoulder. After he kicked off his pants, he leaned against the headboard and pouted to himself until his jaw hurt, waiting for San to pick up on it.

Indeed, he soon spat out his toothpaste to come back out of the bathroom. He lingered by Wooyoung's side, worried he was in pain after their long evening.

All according to plan.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" He asked, and Wooyoung rubbed his feet against each other under the blanket.

"Just a bit cold," he said, and it wasn't even a lie.

Usually, this was code for cuddles and San putting pressure on him to get his heart busy, but he was dense tonight, perhaps still bewitched by the date.

"Let me get you another blanket," he offered and already turned on his heel when Wooyoung's hand shot out to grab onto him. A bushy black tail flicked into his shoulder, happy about the touch. San's expression was concerned this might mean another hospital trip, though.

"Stay here, you idiot. I meant to get into bed with me," Wooyoung snickered, often endeared when San's senses to help had him missing a signal.

Though San was a broad dude, it was so easy to pull him down onto the mattress. He readily stumbled into Wooyoung's arms and rolled off across his body so he wouldn't crush him. When an arm landed across Wooyoung's middle and San leaned his head against his chest to peer up at him, he was so adorable and handsome at the same time. Wooyoung ran his fingers through his jet black hair.

"Are you warm now?"

"Almost," Wooyoung hummed as he leaned in, offering the last spot of him that needed San's attention to heat up.

Treacherous, his watch peeped away when they kissed and the beauty of the evening unfolded to its full potential. Stiff lips molded into soft caresses and San trusted more of his weight on Wooyoung, leaning into him. His heat sprung over until their heartbeat became one and San healed Wooyoung's nervosity without even meaning to.

Grateful, Wooyoung ran his hands down San's sides, caressing the taunt skin through the loose shirt. His fingers were always so greedy to explore that body he saw so often and tonight, Wooyoung hoped to feel more of it.

Wooyoung pulled their lips apart to catch San's eyes. In the dim light, they reflected so mysteriously and though Wooyoung's heart wanted to jump out of his chest; it felt so secure with San right here.

Wooyoung was ready and there was no one else he would rather do this with.

"Let's go a bit further tonight, San. I want to. Do you?" Wooyoung whispered to him as he caressed San's hair and ears, felt their lively twitch under his fingertips.

San's brows formed a line. He studied Wooyoung and the glow on his cheeks. The watch was silent for now, but they both expected it to go off any moment now.

"I don't want to hurt you," San muttered, not one to take unnecessary risks, as he had shown with the amusement park already.

But Wooyoung pouted at him, trying his best puppy eyes. San was better at those, but surely, he couldn't know how good of a weapon they were?

"I get to be a little excited," he whined and San immediately surged in, peppering kisses over Wooyoung's face to wash the upset away. It was difficult to keep his pout and not break out right into giggles, but Wooyoung held out.

"I'm sorry. Of course you get to do these things as well. I'm just worried about you. Are you sure you won't pass out again or hurt your head?" San's fingers felt over the healed scar and Wooyoung pushed them away gently.

"I'm already lying down and you are here. Let's just do a little? And if anything is off, we stop," he suggested, and San finally gave in. A smile dashed over his lips as he couldn't resist, then he leaned back in for an even sweeter kiss.

"I'll take care of you," he promised, and Wooyoung already snuck his hand down the curve of his back. He just responded with an impatient hum.

Despite San's resolution, he moved at a snail's pace. As if the smallest of movements could break Wooyoung in two through the middle. Grabbing hold of his waist with great caution. Kissing with the lightness of a feather.

But Wooyoung didn't give up despite the impatience bubbling inside of him. He responded with an enthusiastic moan when San ducked into the crook of his neck to breathe his scent there. The caress of his lips was electrifying and when Wooyoung's noises boosted his confidence, San dared sucking at the skin with the lightest touch, trying it out more than he was chasing pleasure. It was cute and Wooyoung bit back a smile that would have broken his immersion. Instead, he caressed his fingers through San's fur, playing with its soft contrast to his lean muscles.

It felt good. His heart, his tummy, wherever his skin touched San's, it felt good. It was exciting and intimidating, made his watch peep nervously, but he wasn't scared. When San kissed over his collarbone and bare shoulder, Wooyoung was in the most secure place he could ever be.

"Can you take that thing off?" He grumbled when San tapped the alert away for him. Instead of fiddling with the bracelet, he wove his fingers between Wooyoung's, pressing their hands into the sheets together. Another spark through Wooyoung's chest.

"Let's keep it on, just in case. I'm careful but I might lose myself in you," San whispered and Wooyoung couldn't resist him. He was putty in his hands when San came up for another kiss, slotting their legs together to be as close as they could be.

"You are such a flirt," Wooyoung giggled against his lips only to have his breath taken away when San swooped back in to kiss him with more intensity, as if to prove his point. A gasp stifled between them when San grazed the tip of his tongue over Wooyoung's lip. Its tingling heat became impossible to refuse.

When Wooyoung opened his lips, San leaned over him, pushing him into the mattress entirely. His fingers came up to bury in Wooyoung's open hair, wrapping long strands around his fingers as he inclined his head to ease his tongue into Wooyoung's mouth.

The feeling was exhilarating. Similarly exciting as that water ride at the amusement park, only so much more addictive because of its sweetness. Wooyoung loved how San leaned over him to make him feel so protected and taken care of, and he loved his hot kisses.

Eager for more, Wooyoung played his game. Their tongues smoothed against each other in a first tentative exploration, cautious of each other and the maddening pulse throbbing under Wooyoung's skin. He thought it was adorable, how San held on to his hair and leaned over him, but his distracted giggle was met with a growl from the back of San's throat. More possessive than anything he had heard from San before.

Weak to it, Wooyoung let him do whatever he wanted as he licked into Wooyoung's mouth without haste. Making his head spin and the heat of his body gather in his stomach to pool there. He might have got embarrassed for San to pick up on it, but he felt something else pressing against his hipbone. The hybrid was none the better.

Wooyoung was so curious about him. What San would look like in ecstasy and what made him tremble. Wooyoung needed to know it all.

He pushed his hands under San's shirt, caressing the taut skin there. The heat boiled below, jumping over like a spark to make Wooyoung gasp against his lips when he throbbed in his underwear. Another needy growl responded to him and Wooyoung's head was spinning when San sucked on the tip of his tongue, making Wooyoung forget where up and down was.

When San had mercy and him and sat up, so poor Wooyoung could find back to himself, he pulled his shirt off his heated body. His glorious eyes had darkened from their lust when he raked them over the goo Wooyoung had become. As soon as they got stuck on the dent in his underwear, Wooyoung squirmed.

This time, San didn't need to ask since he already received his affirmation. He shifted their legs until Wooyoung's thighs opened around his and smoothed his hand over the quivering flesh. As his lips found Wooyoung's inner thigh, they left a mark with more intent and Wooyoung bit back a loud wail. His legs shook, but San held him steady as his fingers pushed up Wooyoung's sleeping shirt and unveiled the dark spot on the blue fabric of his boxer briefs.

"Cute," San breathed a fond smile when he smoothed a thumb over the straining tip and was met with another twitch. The heat burned in Wooyoung's cheeks, but he sighed into the touch.

San hooked his fingers into the waistband of Wooyoung's underwear and dragged them down gently. His gleeful length sprang free to glisten in the dim light, potentially wetter than Wooyoung ever encountered it at this stage. He bit his lip in embarrassment, but San didn't dwell on it. Warm fingers wrapped around Wooyoung's base to circle him in a tight grip. His hips bucked on instinct.

"You're adorable, Wooyoung," San whispered as he ducked down to place a kiss on Wooyoung's tip, tasting the mess of him. The spell was broken when he made a face, ever so appalled by the taste.

Wooyoung couldn't help his laughter. It eased his hands that had clutched into the sheets for dear life without him noticing.

"Don't lick that," he chided him fondly, and San stuck out his tongue with a whimper, as if that could make the taste go away. Wooyoung didn't want to imagine how his dog senses picked up on this musk right now.

"Come here, you drama queen." When he stretched out his hands for San's broad shoulders, his puppy leaned into the touch. The heat radiating off his sculpted muscles brought the intensity back as Wooyoung kissed the salty taste off San's mouth and replaced it with the tangle of tongues San much preferred.

San tugged him by his thighs until their crotches aligned. Even through his pants, Wooyoung could feel how big he had become. His gulp wasn't one of fear.

When San slipped his tongue back into Wooyoung's mouth and rolled his hips into the same pace, their middles directly ground into each other. Wooyoung moaned against his lips and his hands came up to clutch to San's shoulders. The failed experiment was quickly forgotten when San made up for it by taking Wooyoung's breath away while rolling his hips into his swollen tip.

The watch went crazy on his wrist when Wooyoung struggled for breath. He bucked into the feeling on instinct, allowing his body to find the pace that worked along with San and soon, they rocked into each other in slow drags. Wooyoung moaned into San's mouth without stopping now, and the hybrid slipped his fingers under Wooyoung's shirt, fully dragging it up his chest to unveil his narrow, heaving frame.

He was locked onto his target in seconds and Wooyoung buried his fingers in his hair with a high-pitched whine when San dipped to his chest. An experimental tongue swirled around a nipple, watching out for the twitch in Wooyoung's limbs. Then he sucked on the dark skin to make him arch and moan into the heady air.

Wooyoung's hands flailed when the drag of San's soft pajama pants felt too rough on his sensitive skin. This was overwhelming, so good he might come without much more, but he wanted to do something for San as well.

When he dragged San off him with some effort, the husky pulled right back, ears on alert if he hurt Wooyoung. But Wooyoung only threw him to sit on his ass for one minute before Wooyoung fell apart without getting a say in their exchange.

Turning around, Wooyoung tugged off San's pants to match him and his puppy exhaled when they dropped onto the ground carelessly. His cock strained between his thighs, tall and proud and mouth-wateringly big. There was the slightest difference in shape, the tip pointier than Wooyoung's, but it leaked just as enthusiastically as his.

Wooyoung kneeled between his open legs, and San caressed his dark hair out of his features. For a moment, he was entranced and twitched into the grip Wooyoung wound around his hard flesh. When he leaned in, the realization washed over him.

"You don't have to suck it. It's disgusting," he squeaked out, all growls forgotten, but Wooyoung wouldn't back down after making it so far.

"Contrary to you, I like the taste." With that, he leaned in to close his lips around San's tip, tasting his heat and his salt.

San's moan was high-pitched and helpless as he held back from moving even an inch so he wouldn't hurt Wooyoung. He quivered adorably when Wooyoung tested his hold on the hot flesh in his fist, throbbing under his touch. More liquid pearled from his slit, but Wooyoung swiped it up with his tongue and sunk deeper, addicted to the shape of him, his desire for Wooyoung.

San tried holding his hair, but it kept slipping from his trembling fingers. His abdomen flexed, then his thighs, looking so beautiful falling apart.

Wooyoung was content sucking him off until San could finish in his mouth and he gulped around him in an invitation. However, San's hands flew to his shoulders, nudging him back before he could come. Wooyoung blinked up wet eyes at him, only pulling off to his tip. A conflict shadowed San's features. It took only a moment to figure out.

Wooyoung pulled off entirely and found San heaving with his hands clutched by his sides. His cock strained with need, angry and red and needing to bury into something so bad.

After wiping his lips, Wooyoung breathed a chaste kiss onto San's mouth. He understood.

"It's okay, Sannie. You don't have to push yourself if you are worried about me," he promised. They didn't have to hurt each other to get off, as much as Wooyoung would love to be even closer.

"N-No, I want... I want to be inside you," San stuttered out as his caution battled his need. Wooyoung hugged him gently and San's hands found his ass, kneading into it as if using it to de-stress. Wooyoung sighed into the occasional tug on his rim, but he refused to imagine San sinking into him to stretch him out. He didn't want to force him.

Torn, San leaned into him, trying to level his needs.

"I already cleaned up and did some prepping," Wooyoung offered and for the split of a second, San paused and looked up at him in blank disbelief. At Wooyoung's careless shrug, San's eyes flashed, then Wooyoung was thrown around on the harmless bounce of the mattress. A surprised yelp escaped his lips as impatient hands tugged his underwear all the way off his ankles. Bare for the world to see, he was embarrassingly propped on his chest and his knees.

"Fuck... You are so good for me, Wooyoung."

San's hands smoothed over his thighs in an attempt to offer consolation, but his impatience boiled under his skin. Seeing his ravenous eyes drink up the sight of Wooyoung both made him timid and feel empowered.

San wanted him so badly he struggled to hold back. And fuck, Wooyoung needed him just as much. Everything ached in the best way, and he knew exactly what would scratch that itch.

"I'm all yours."

That was all San needed. He delved in right for the small hole presenting itself, and this time, nothing held him back. The flat of his tongue spreading heat and wetness over Wooyoung's rim made him howl, almost scramble to get away, but San caught him. He trapped Wooyoung in place as he licked into the soft entrance, finding it so eager for more.

"Fuck," he growled into Wooyoung's skin, making his heart stutter and cock leak all over the sheets. San seemed about ready to eat him up, spreading him apart with his fingers to suck on the small opening meant to take all of him inside. The feeling was euphoric, but it rushed Wooyoung to his orgasm at a break-neck speed, so he subtly leaned away from the grip until San came to his senses and lifted his head.

"I-I have lube in the drawer," Wooyoung whimpered, too far down this road now to go back. He needed San feverishly and he wouldn't back down without feeling him deep inside.

San lunged for the nightstand and spread the unscented lube over his fingers, double-checking once more that Wooyoung was well-prepared and wouldn't get hurt. He was generous, getting him all wet and slippery until Wooyoung tingled all over, needing something to fill that void so desperately now.

When he rolled Wooyoung around to confirm his willingness one last time, San found him with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. His bitten lips panted his name and trembling fingers reached for him to get closer.

San leaned over him to kiss Wooyoung senseless while his hands hastily arranged his legs around his hips. His hot cock pressed into Wooyoung's cleft, driving him near insane.

"Do it, Sannie. For me, please," Wooyoung whined against his lips since he couldn't wait anymore. He squirmed impatiently until San pinned him with his delicious weight, touching so much of his hot skin to Wooyoung's. He peered down between them, aligning his straining flesh while Wooyoung wriggled at him.

When San's tip finally pressed against him with the intention to enter, Wooyoung held his breath. He held still, too eager to have this to ruin it by accident. Nervous hands held on to San's broad shoulders and his ears stood at attention to Wooyoung's heart beat when he swiped his tip through the wet mess.

"Come on," Wooyoung wailed and San kissed his cheek, silently asking him for patience. He was too tense to find words.

They finally did it, and San's tip caught onto his rim. Wooyoung concentrated on the feeling with bated breath even when his heart was going crazy in his chest.

There was a stretch, but it wasn't terribly painful. As someone used to masturbating with his backside, Wooyoung wasn't frightened and knew to relax so it could feel good.

But San was on the highest alert. His tail was stiff behind him, and his brow was drawn with concern over pleasure. He glanced between the place that connected them and Wooyoung's face, trying to gauge his feelings.

"Does it hurt?" He brought out, visibly terrified to do anything wrong and harm Wooyoung.

It took Wooyoung's legs wrapping around his hips and angling San's head with his fingers until the hybrid met his eyes to calm his fear. His ears relaxed and the frigid hue of his eyes softened. Wooyoung stared up at him sternly, making sure San would read every lie from his face if there was one.

"I feel good. I want you to continue," Wooyoung did his best to be serious and not just moan unintelligibly at the feeling of San inside of him.

A grateful kiss was his reward. San embraced him gently, waiting for Wooyoung's body to ease up around him while he sucked more marks into Wooyoung's neck, claiming him as his own and spreading his scent all over him.

They clicked into each other at a gradual pace and Wooyoung exhaled into San's hair when he finally filled him entirely. His size was overwhelming, but the husky's steely patience made it easier to deal with it. As heat consumed Wooyoung and dribbled from his tip to pool on his stomach, he reached down meekly, awed by his body's reaction.

When he noticed the bulge in his abdomen that wasn't there usually, Wooyoung trailed curious fingers over it. It was narrow, not spanning the entirety of his stomach to be just part of his tummy.

San shifted his weight and the bulge inside moved with him. Wooyoung's eyes crossed when he realized what it was. The heat rushed to his cheeks momentarily and then right back down, making him hiss with the sudden wave of need that slammed into his stomach.

"L-Look... You are so deep..." He muttered to San, awed with his own body and the size of San inside of him. His heat seemed to fill out every spot inside Wooyoung how nothing else ever did, and his walls clenched around him on instinct, massaging both of them equally as he showed through Wooyoung's body.

Dumb, San stared down at him and then back up to Wooyoung's face.

"Are you okay?" He brought out, concerned again he did something wrong but Wooyoung had to giggle.

"I love it," he assured and San sighed with relief. He pushed himself up on his arms to grind into Wooyoung slowly, shaping his insides to match him. The girth of him moved through the thin skin of Wooyoung's stomach, rubbing against his fingertips from below. Pressing back down on it sparked stars in his vision and Wooyoung dropped his head with a keen.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," he heaved, cock so hard it might burst soon, but San was none the better. He braced himself on his bulging arms and thighs and the sweat on his forehead glued his dark hair to his skin.

"Then I will move."

With a nod, Wooyoung held on to him as San rolled his hips with more intent. He figured out the right angle that was comfortable for both of them and soon, Wooyoung dug his fingers into his shoulders helplessly when waves of pleasure crashed into him at every swift thrust. Though San wasn't too rough with him, his patience ran thin and his concentration on Wooyoung's heart rate waned when his pleasure took him over.

Every drag of San through the wetness squelching between them was euphoric. He touched all the spots Wooyoung liked, his movements steady and powerful and his weight so good on his heart and the feeling of security. The heat of Wooyoung's insides was almost scary, as if they melted into one and he couldn't feel any of his limbs anymore aside from the hot pool of his stomach.

San's muscles bulged with every thrust. He panted against Wooyoung's neck, leaving the occasional nip and kiss. Sweat glistened in his hair and fur as he let himself go to his needs.

Wooyoung's fingers twitched against the bulge of San moving inside him. The pressure from above made San groan as well, and he slipped a hand around Wooyoung's thigh, angling it higher so he could bear even deeper. He buried in Wooyoung until their skin was pressed flush to each other, as if their shapes were made to match.

Only that one of them was a hybrid and parts of him resembled his animal counterpart. Though Wooyoung didn't know about every single hybrid race, he had heard of the differences in carnivores.

Heated, Wooyoung threw his head back when he felt the swelling around San's base. It was subtle, still easy to handle, as San bucked into him. When he clenched down around it to test its difference to the rest of San's cock, the hybrid growled into his ear.

"Don't tease me," he huffed at Wooyoung, struggling to keep his pace now. He throbbed like crazy, limbs quivering from exertion. Wooyoung arched into him to hug San close, kissing his arm by his head. San's hair hung into his face and his eyes quivered with need. They caught each other in a messy kiss, leaving spit on chins as neither of them could care, and they panted into the sticky air between them.

He was close. The knot became too big to push in and out smoothly and San had to shift his position to pull further back. Though most of him still entered Wooyoung, the depth was suddenly lacking. He felt San, but he didn't feel him deep enough. The bulge in his tummy disappeared and Wooyoung grabbed his dripping tip instead, working his hand in tandem with San's shallow thrusts.

San his bit lip as his sweat made the slap of their bodies so much stickier and obscene. He tried so hard to be good, only nudging in as far as the easy slide allowed him, but there was still intent behind his thrusts. Wooyoung felt them linger, felt the knot tug at his rim as if to test out whether it would slip in smoothly and he might make it work.

A frustrated whine fell from San's lips. He lingered, putting his weight into his thrusts as if Wooyoung might not notice he was being knotted if only he did it subtly enough.

Since Wooyoung was equally put off by the sudden lack of touch on his deeper spots, he peered down between them.

San's knot was scarily big. Not quite the size of a fist, but fat on his already girthy cock. It dripped with fluids, looking hard like rock as it so desperately sought warmth to bury into.

Dogs used their knots in breeding to lock to their partner until pregnancy was ensured. It had little purpose between them, but Wooyoung's mind quickly wandered.

Wouldn't it feel good to have that in him? Romantic to be locked together? It might have been his dick speaking, but he was greedy for a taste.

San rutted into him, failing once more to push his knot inside without forcing Wooyoung's body open to the point he might be in pain. Or perhaps it was for his heart.

Either way, Wooyoung wound his fingers into San's hair and caught his tormented gaze, the whimpering lips. San's desperation was cute, the agony so handsome on his features. He just wanted to be as close as possible.

"Are you knotting me, Sannie?" Wooyoung asked him, licking his lips when he realized how parched his moaning left him. Clarity returned to San at the sudden lack of enthusiastic noises and he peered down at Wooyoung, caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His movements slowed, but subconsciously, he still tried to grind his knot past the tight ring of muscles. Its bulging size was wet with lube and seemed so deceptively inviting to try taking.

San whined and ducked his head in regret.

"S-Sorry... I can't control myself, you feel so good," he stuttered out, but Wooyoung cooed at his frazzled state. His tail brushed against Wooyoung's thighs when it tried to tuck away between them. Wooyoung swept his fingers through San's hair, calming the fearful flicker of his eyes.

"It's okay, I want it. You can continue."

"Are you sure?" San whispered back, so afraid to be hurting Wooyoung, but he nodded firmly. Though he was also worried he might be taking on too much, he trusted San, and he wanted to try it out.

With his legs locked around San's hips tightly, Wooyoung invited him in.

"Go for it."

San exhaled shudderingly. He needed a brief break, finding back to his reason to make sure he wasn't overdoing it. Whatever steered his decision - be it his desire or his reason that Wooyoung would be fine in his care - he committed.

"Okay," he whispered and ducked down to share a tired kiss as they were equally exhausted and ready to take a rest.

San sat back to watch closely what he was doing. He poured more lube over them, getting his bulging knot slippery and smooth. He rocked a few times to test the give of Wooyoung's rim, making Wooyoung bite back his moans against a flailing hand because San's tip dragged right over his prostate.

When San shuffled forward and leaned on his knees to increase the pressure on the twitching hole below him slowly, Wooyoung seized the sheets to hold on to them. He concentrated on his breathing, on the touch of San's skin. His heat poured into Wooyoung to loosen his strain quickly and his body relaxed to open up for the intrusion.

San's knot was bigger than Wooyoung expected. It stretched him to his limits, taking his breath away until he panted into the air.

"S-Slow," he brought out and San clenched his jaws, rocking slowly until Wooyoung's body could take more and more of him. It was an excruciating process, leaving them exhausted more than it turned them on, but it was soon worth it.

Wooyoung held himself back from squirming when the stretch was most uncomfortable. Threw his head back to get the hair out of his heated nape and croaked out San's name to receive a soothing touch to his waist.

But he hadn't realized how far their slow grinding already got them. At once, San's knot tapered again, and he slipped fully inside, bottoming out inside Wooyoung.

Stars took over his vision.

A surprised moan escaped him when his cock abruptly spurted a good puddle of fluid, but he hadn't come yet. San nudged right back into the best spots again, snug in Wooyoung's insides. His knot was girthy, barely able to move, but it was fully squeezed against Wooyoung's prostate and bladder, providing pressure in the best way. He bulged through Wooyoung's narrow stomach even more noticeably than before.

Wooyoung was speechless as San leaned over him, covering his face with kisses and tender touches.

"You're doing so well, Wooyoungie. Taking me so well. I'm all in."

In response, Wooyoung just slipped his fingers over the bulge in his tummy, awed by San's size in his narrow body. As if all of him were just there to be a sleeve for San.

Fuck, he loved that thought.

So dwarfed by his huge puppy on top of him, Wooyoung submitted to the rush of heat that consumed both of them. Movement was barely possible now, and they were both so close. San kissed Wooyoung messily as he rocked into him, not pulling out again and just jostling his knot into all the good spots while his tip teased so deep inside Wooyoung. It was maddening and delicious and Wooyoung wondered if he could ever go back to normal after this.

"Sannie," Wooyoung whined, so close now that he lost every other thought to the pleasure. He needed release so badly, needed it right now.

"Let's do it together," San panted back at him as he knocked Wooyoung's still fingers off and wrapped his fist around his drooling cock instead. He squeezed it tightly and Wooyoung's body lurched, arching into the body above and the sensations below.

San looked up when Wooyoung's eyes rolled back, and his body clamped down on him. He felt every inch of his partner inside, filling him so deliciously as his body sucked him in impossibly further. The heat dripping onto his chest was disgusting and sticky, and Wooyoung yelped in frustration when he didn't get to ride out his orgasm because San's knot made it impossible to move now.

His large palms held Wooyoung pinned as he shuddered through the aftershocks, making sure he wouldn't hurt himself while he squirmed on the cock spearing him open.

Finally, San was also struck by his release. His back was tense like the string of a bow as his cock bumped out spurt after spurt, filling Wooyoung up until it would overflow, but because of the knot, none of it could escape. The heat spread in his insides instead, near sloshing about since there was so much of it. Wooyoung felt queasy, but at the same time, the feeling was euphoric.

San was breeding him. Leaving his trace all over Wooyoung. It was animalistic, and it was foreign, but Wooyoung loved the feeling so much.

He was shell-shocked, just lying under San, as he couldn't twitch even a finger. Though his pulse rushed through his ears, he wasn't feeling sick or faint.

San rutted into him as he still kept coming and he stifled his whines in Wooyoung's neck.

"I'm sorry, Woo. Just a bit more. You can fit it, I'm sorry," he apologized in a mania. His teeth scraped over Wooyoung's pulse point and then thought better of it to end in a trembling kiss. The bruising grip on his hips eased.

When San finally stopped twitching and the rush of his release stopped, he looked ready to collapse. His hands trembled when he reached for Wooyoung to kiss him as if to make up for the knotting, although when Wooyoung had asked for it. His whimpers were tormented and made it easy for Wooyoung to discover his voice again.

"Shh, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere," he croaked, embracing San loosely. He was afraid of bursting apart like a full balloon and losing everything San worked so hard for to fill him with. But the knot was steady and it wouldn't deflate anytime soon.

San reached for the nightstand to pour Wooyoung some water. When he wrapped his arm around Wooyoung's nape to support him, Wooyoung gulped down a few tentative sips. He was still out of it, barely aware of his cum sticking to his chest and the pleasant thrum of his body.

He only knew it felt so good.

Once Wooyoung drank enough, San carefully rolled them to the side. Wooyoung's leg needed to stay hooked over his waist to accommodate for the knot, but it wasn't uncomfortable. As if Wooyoung's insides shaped to match San, he easily accepted the pressure.

San massaged his trembling fingers into Wooyoung's thighs and back, making it up to him. A certain smugness glowed in his eyes, even when he battled it down to take care of him.

"I'll bathe you once it deflates and put fresh sheets on the bed," the husky promised and Wooyoung sighed dreamily as he sunk into his embrace. He pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of San's nose. The drowsiness was catching up with him quickly, especially in San's warm and safe embrace.

"That felt so good. Thank you for trusting me, San," he hummed, hoping to soothe his worries.

When San nuzzled into his neck to breathe in deeply, Wooyoung chuckled at him.

"Hm?" An act to calm himself?

"You smell like me," San replied and Wooyoung's fondness for him only expanded his already full heart further.

"Don't worry about me, I am alright. Let's get some rest," he proposed, and San immediately nodded. He tugged the blankets over them and kissed Wooyoung's forehead. With Wooyoung tucked against his chest comfortably until San could engulf him, he finally passed out in the bliss of their afterglow.

-

San kept his promises and more. By the time Wooyoung woke up, his knot had deflated and the mess he made leaked over the sheets. He had bunched up his shirt to catch most of it from soaking the mattress wisely, but it was still a sticky mess when Wooyoung stirred in his arm.

He felt as if hit by a train, utterly broken apart and defeated, but so blissfully formless at the same time. San's hot come leaked from his swollen hole and his insides were incriminatingly fucked open, but Wooyoung felt as if reborn.

In the same way that newborns also couldn't move and just had fun getting coddled.

San carried him to the bathtub Wooyoung used only occasionally for hot soaks when his heart was acting up. Otherwise, he saved on the water bill. Today, however, it was much needed as San lowered him into the scented water and came after him. He washed Wooyoung with the gentlest touches, caressed the marks he left and kissed him frequently as if in gratitude. In bliss, Wooyoung let himself be tended to.

He chilled in the tub while San finished first and made breakfast. Only once the scent of fresh eggs and fruit filtered through the house to lure with the promise of new energy, he plucked Wooyoung out of the water to towel him off.

Wrapped in the biggest and softest towel Wooyoung owned, he perched at the table next to San and gobbled down his food. San made a lot, in a wise prediction.

"How are you?" Wooyoung asked him as San poured himself some juice and he blinked up through his soft, dark hair. A new shine clung to him and Wooyoung never saw him looking this cozy and domestic in his big sweaters.

"Great," San muttered, and a blush crept over his cheeks. "I feel so good, I almost feel bad for it."

"Don't," Wooyoung snickered as he handed San the last portion of sausages to finish. "I'm glad you liked it. We have good chemistry concerning all our difficulties."

"I like you so much, Wooyoung," San brought out in a rush. "Thank you for being so good to me."

A soft smile spread on Wooyoung's lips. He leaned in for a chaste kiss, and San's tension melted away.

"I like you too," he promised, and a blinding smile took over San's features. He sunk into his chair in disbelief, focused on eating, but small smiles kept twitching over his face.

"What would you like to do today?" Wooyoung wondered when his eyes fell on the still wrapped game on the table and he remembered his last surprise.

Just when San opened his mouth to tell him he was Wooyoung's loyal servant and would do anything he wanted all week, Wooyoung reached over to retrieve it for him.

"I already know," he smirked. "Open it."

Confused, San complied and his face lit up even more when the wrapping came apart and he realized what it was. When he crumpled off his chair, Wooyoung thought he got hurt and lurched in concern, but San popped up by his side a second later, seated on his knees and with his tail wagging wildly. He hugged Wooyoung around his middle, squeezing tightly yet without intent on hurting.

"I'll do everything for you. Please stay by my side forever. Be my boyfriend, I will treat you well," he pressed out and Wooyoung leaned over him, his giggles bright in his flat, how they had never been before San moved in with him.

"Why would I ever leave? Come on, let's finish up here, then I will watch you play. Boyfriend."

San surged up into another kiss and Wooyoung never saw him do the dishes so fast after. As he carried Wooyoung in his arms like his bride afterwards, San's fond gaze never left his features. He placed Wooyoung on his bed and provided him with snacks and drinks before he went to work, babbling about this new game and its world and what he liked about the gameplay.

Wooyoung listened to every word as his heart thumped heavily in his chest, but it wasn't hurting. He was just so fond of his guide puppy.

San was halfway through the character creation menu when an idea popped up in Wooyoung's blissfully orderly head.

"Let's go on a trip soon," he suggested, and San didn't miss a beat.

"Where to?"

Wooyoung hadn't thought that far yet. He just wanted to see the excitement of discovering something new on San's face. Watch him play in the ocean or the sun dancing on his features out in far fields.

Anywhere was fine, if he went together with San.

"Is there a place you would like to see?" He asked instead and San pondered it. When a smirk spread on his lips, Wooyoung tilted his head at him.

"How about Hawaii? The rest can come after, one by one. We can discover the world."

"I love it," Wooyoung grinned back, looking forward to adventure out there, even if San might run a bit too hot. Somehow, they would make it work.

As San turned back to his game to babble about travel plans, Wooyoung was more confident than ever in his decision to accept Doctor Park's proposal and flee from his mother's clutches.

With San by his side, Wooyoung could do so many fun things he never dared before in his life. Because no matter what, San would prioritize him and make sure Wooyoung was safe and comfortable. Even if Wooyoung had bad days, San would help him through them and he could turn many unfortunate events into beautiful memories.

In love with life and his dear husky hybrid boyfriend, Wooyoung laid down to watch him play and pass their day with idle joy.