Tw: smut, spanking

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Their crash into Wooyoung's bed was mellow because San was hurt and Wooyoung's back could need some consideration as well. Though their lips had to part and Wooyoung whined impatiently at the loss of touch, San pressed him down on his bed to come to stand between Wooyoung's legs. With doe eyes, Wooyoung looked up at him and ran his hand up San's injured thigh. He didn't need to word the question out loud for San to hear it.

To soothe Wooyoung, the medium bent to kiss him. He healed fast thanks to the medical attention and the formidable ointment Atlantis produced. Yet, his leg demanded lots of rest.

"Wait, let's do it this way." Wooyoung scrambled back up and made San sit. Their hands lingered, greedy for skin as they switched positions. Instead of standing between San's spread thighs, Wooyoung sunk to his knees, patient in his wait. The greedy shine of his eyes made San chuckle.

Finally, Wooyoung had him where he wanted him. He didn't expect this to happen under such emotional circumstances or so late before he left, but he was thankful that San was ready for him.

With eager hands resting on San's knees, Wooyoung begged him with his eyes for permission to go ahead. He was rarely so compliant, usually one to tease eternally, but San appeared pleased by the change of tone. He leaned forward to kiss Wooyoung as he helped him out of his top with fingers that were much more practised at opening the laces than Wooyoung's fumbling hands. Once the fabric was flung aside and Wooyoung's hardened nipples stood at attention, San leaned back. He licked his lips as he supported his body with one hand on the bed behind him, offering his front for having.

Wooyoung wasted no time before shuffling closer. He slipped his fingers under San's top first, exposing the hot skin to the silence of the attic. Rippling muscles greeted him, coming together to a mouthwatering body line that had Wooyoung pinch his thighs together in need the more he exposed. After so much time dancing around each other, unable to act on their desires, the accumulated lust burst out through his fingers to whip San's top off impatiently. As his lips surged in to kiss all over San's chest and trail every ridge of his abs with his tongue, his fingers fell to fiddle with his pants.

With a pleased sigh, San ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. He bunched the red strands in a loose fist, letting them glide away a moment later. When Wooyoung got to his knees and supported his upper body on San's thighs, the hypnotic sway of his ass in the air caught San's attention.

Wooyoung almost snorted because he made it too easy. San could be read like a book.

And not that Wooyoung didn't know of his appeal. He prided himself on seducing whomever he wanted. San's resistance so far had put him off, but made this even more worthwhile.

With his cheek pressed to the growing bulge in San's pants, Wooyoung peered up at him. An idle hand massaged his thigh.

"Is this fine?" He asked with pouty lips that promptly dipped to map out the shape of San through his pants. His girth was mouth-watering and Wooyoung couldn't wait to choke on it.

San nodded, lines of his abs tense as he waited. The mischief glinting in Wooyoung's eyes didn't deter him since he knew Wooyoung was as desperate for him.

Wooyoung failed at opening San's pants the first time he tried, but San reached to undo the laces for him. Together, they tugged them down far enough to free the thick curve of his flesh. Obsessed, Wooyoung took him in his hand, stroking this ever so lively part of him.

Thankfully, this language was universal. San's hummed groans approved Wooyoung's fingers, which formed a tight hold around him. Their heat combined and the vulgarity of San rocking into his hand so close to his face had Wooyoung straining against his pants, as well.

The next time the smooth skin slipped down over San's tip with Wooyoung's fist, he tucked his hair behind his ear and moved closer. His tongue lapped at the white liquid pearling from San's slit, and he moaned at the taste.

"Wooyoung," San whispered when the scientist properly went to work. He arched his back and relaxed his jaw, eyes going blank as he swallowed San down. One hand massaged the part he couldn't reach, and the other one found the softness of San's balls, fondling them through his fingers.

Though he went at him like an expert who grow weary with his years on the job, Wooyoung didn't forget who he was with. He peered at San through his lashes, studying his face contorted in pleasure. His brows were drawn together and his lips hung open in a silent moan, but his smouldering gaze never left Wooyoung. He witnessed every second of Wooyoung taking him deeper and sweat traced down his neck when Wooyoung gagged and tears assembled in his eyes. Never backing down, he hollowed his cheeks, sucking San as deep as he would go and tracing his tongue over the underside.

After only a few moments, it became too much for San. The hand in Wooyoung's hair tightened into a fist and roughly jerked him closer as his hips sought to bury deep inside. Wooyoung pinched his eyes shut to squeeze the tears from his sight and his moans trembled through San's body as his throat was abused roughly.

San went to the very brink for him until Wooyoung squirmed on the ground with his need to get off. A moment before he could come, he hauled Wooyoung away, and he choked, spit and mixtures of precum connecting them. He hung in San's grip like a doll, open mouth used and lips swollen from the rough treatment. His teary eyes begged for more, even yet.

San's angry red arousal had to wait as he kicked his pants off and sat back on the bed. A single pat of his hand between his thighs was enough for Wooyoung to come springing. He leaned over San, kissing him deeply to have him taste himself, and San kissed back with a bruising force. All the pain of parting, every desperate thing that went unsaid, all the wasted time manifested in that one kiss. It robbed them of their breath and had Wooyoung sinking into San's lap as he lost all might in his body. He felt San took his soul away, but it was safer with the other man.

When their lips parted and lidded eyes found each other, Wooyoung sulked.

"We are going too fast. Let me relish this."

"We have all night," San breathed back. "I can't resist you any longer, so you have to forgive my greed, but I will make it up to you."

San's hands spanned over Wooyoung's waist, feeling him up and down. When they dropped lower to squeeze the swell of Wooyoung's butt, Wooyoung happily wriggled into his grip. Between them, their crotches ground against each other dirtily and he dropped his hand, eager to have them touch all over. The first kiss of their tips was wet. Having struggled with confidence before, Wooyoung found himself cute now that his cock looked small next to San's.

Not one to withhold his awe, San slipped one hand between them to grasp them together. The other fumbled with his pants on the bed. When he came back with a mystery vial, Wooyoung stifled his snicker behind his hand. This struggle was universal.

"You came prepared," he noted and flashed San a fleeting smirk.

"I never hurt you."

"Of course not," Wooyoung replied as he buried his hands in San's hair. He rocked into his hand, relishing San's lips on his neck and the wet finger that found its way to his entrance. When it dipped in carefully, shyly, Wooyoung thought his eyes would get stuck from how fondly he rolled them.

"I'm not made of sugar. Come on, be bold." He reached to bend San's second finger for him, pushing them inside together. This time, a moan rumbled in his chest, but San jerked his hand away in upset. A slap landed on Wooyoung's left cheek and Wooyoung rocked into it with a pornographic moan. His smug smile had San glower.

"You say too fast," San complained, hand gesturing. Wooyoung sat back, mindful of the thigh but unwilling to lose contact with San's crotch.

"Of course! That wasn't nearly enough time for your dick to be in my mouth; I could do that for hours! If you are planning on fucking me just as fast, we gotta have a word. Your stamina better last the entire damn night."

With dark eyes, San grabbed onto Wooyoung's thigh. He threw him around, manhandling him as if he weighed nothing. Exhilaration surged in Wooyoung's chest when he was bent over the man's thighs. He felt the slap coming, but it stung so well when it landed. Needily, he pushed his wet hole closer.

"You won't complain about my stamina later. How greedy you are."

Another slap. Wooyoung buried his face in the mattress with a moan. His toes curled in the air from how good it was.

He was about to retort, but San's fingers found their way back inside. This time, they came in a bundle of two and they didn't wait for Wooyoung's slutty body to open up for them. Wet and flexible, they found their way inside, making him arch his back with a moan at how fast he was filled. Before he could wriggle and whine, San rotated his wrist and pressed the pads of his fingers straight into Wooyoung's prostate.

Wooyoung's body lurched, and a breathless yell escaped him when he clutched to the sheets. Precum dribbled from his tip that was trapped between San's legs, making the sheets sticky as he narrowly dodged the highway straight to orgasm.

"San," he moaned, hips lifting to push back against that hand and force it impossibly deeper. When it couldn't reach where he needed it, San pulled out to spank him again.

Trembling and drooling into the sheets, Wooyoung stayed perfectly still when San roughly rammed his fingers inside him a few times more. Wooyoung's body opened up obscenely easily, begging for something bigger, for he felt it throbbing against his flank and he needed it to fill him up so badly.

"San, San," Wooyoung whimpered in a litany and this time, it was enough for his lover. He tugged Wooyoung up around his waist, landing another slap on him before he threw him onto the bed and watched how Wooyoung writhed to prop himself up and beg for attention. He turned his head to look back at San with teary eyes, face and cheek mushed against the pillows as his hips wriggled in the air.

"Please. I wanted you for so long; please do it."

San had no patience left. And there was no need for any. Tonight was all they had, and they would use it.

As he came after Wooyoung to press the heat of his cock to his cleft, Wooyoung almost cried in relief. He wriggled his hips back, demanding more, and this time, San's hand stayed on the reddened cheek he slapped. Like before, he pulled Wooyoung open, watching mesmerised how that place welcomed him in.

He slipped inside almost too easily and Wooyoung let go of a breath because he was finally complete. The void was filled, and San filled it so well. Every bit of him was delicious and dragged against Wooyoung's walls to shape him anew. Wooyoung loved matching San like his personal glove, loved to think he was the only one who ever got that far.

He wanted to stay the only one.

Needy hips pushed back and San sunk inside the rest of the way. He forced Wooyoung to keep still for a few agonising moments, holding him in place so he wouldn't hurt himself in his impatience. Instead, Wooyoung clamped down on him in revenge, showing San what heaven was like as the man's pants stuttered from his lips.

San was the first to gyrate his hips, and from then on, they were all over each other. Wooyoung rolled back into him with a whine, feeling the ripples of those abs against his backside. Strong arms caught him around the middle, tugging him to align with San as his hips burrowed into Wooyoung, seeking to be as close as possible.

Wooyoung's breathy whimpers echoed through the house, but they never cared. Sticky skin slapped against each other as they challenged themselves to make the other come faster, to scratch that itch that had been driving them crazy all this time.

San had an unfair advantage. He wrapped a hand around Wooyoung's neck, turning his head with a finger so he could kiss him over his shoulder. His tongue entangled with Wooyoung's as his hips hammered inside, taking Wooyoung's every breath away. His prostate got abused in the best of ways and he twitched and trembled; pitiful cock leaking more than ever.

Wooyoung's mind spun, for he had never been railed this good. As his back arched and San used his second hand to hold him down, he thought he might see God. He felt San in his guts, his throat, tasted him on his tongue; San, San, San.

Wooyoung cried his name, thighs twitching when they found their inevitable demise. Sweat flung from his hair as his head whipped around and he bit into his pillow, trying to keep the scream at bay that would have woken all of Atlantis.

San felt him tighten up and went impossibly faster, one hand coming to grasp Wooyoung's dick and sending him toppling over into the ocean of pleasure. He came more than he could remember coming before and almost passed out and when he came to be, his dick was still leaking all over the sheets.

But even better was how San had slowed to a comfortable grind, helping Wooyoung ride it out without doing too much. Wooyoung felt the heat of his seed inside and inexplicable happiness filled his chest.

Finally, they were one.

A trembling hand came to pull on San's necklace to get him down to another kiss. Their lips quivered but found support in each other.

"Don't pull out," Wooyoung pleaded. "Give us a few minutes, then let's do this again. However often we can."

San shifted, pressing deep inside to keep the promise. His weight on Wooyoung's body was a delight.

"Alright," San whispered into his ear before kissing him again.

Wooyoung couldn't tell if their last night passed fast or slowly. They held each other until the shell brightened with an artificial morning and they only submitted to sleep after engraving each other's names into their bodies time and time again. Tangled up and with their scent as one, Wooyoung pretended he could stay with the one he adored and forgot he ever had to leave.