Smut chapter

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San's fingers dropped to Wooyoung's waist, but he didn't stop kissing the other man over his shoulder. The angle at which Wooyoung had to tilt his head back and up to kiss San strained his neck but was so delicious at the same time he could impossibly resist. Hot, their breath mingled as the two of them pressed into each other tight enough that not even a piece of paper would have fit between their bodies.

Wooyoung balanced them with his hands pressed to the countertop. The teasing of San's fingers at his waistband drove him crazy, wishing the man would just slip his hands in and get to work already.

San did, but not before separating his lips from Wooyoung's and leaving some wet kisses on Wooyoung's neck. He dug his teeth into the other man's skin playfully, reminiscing about a joke shared through time. Before Wooyoung could gasp a comment out, San's hand had already shifted into Wooyoung's pants to wrap around him. With interested twitches, his length came to life. Wooyoung ground between the hand on him and San's crotch, providing both of them with stimulation.

"It's the first time I get to see you like this. All soft and cute in your sweater," San murmured against Wooyoung's ear. He nibbled on the lobe, drawing it between his teeth.

Wooyoung's breath hitched. San's second hand roamed his chest, teasing Wooyoung's sensitive spots and his nipples.

"I-I can keep wearing it for you." Wooyoung stepped out of his pants when San pushed them over the swell of his butt. He was right back to grind his sweatpants-clad hardness against Wooyoung, promising such sweet pleasure.

"I would like that," San replied as he drew Wooyoung away from the kitchen counter. His pants got left behind untended for as San led Wooyoung over to the couch and pushed him down there. He took off his shirt before he joined Wooyoung, putting on a show as he exposed his rippling muscles. They were softer by now, less war-steeled and tense than in Norway. Wooyoung appreciatively reached out his hands to explore them, tracing the shapes with his hands as he left kisses on each little scar he could spot marring San's skin.

He would never stop being thankful that the man had survived. His yearning translated into him wanting to worship San in every way possible until the end of his days.

When Wooyoung looked up at San from his seated position, San cocked his head at him with a questioning hum. His fingers carded through Wooyoung's hair, making Wooyoung's mind wander.

"Do I get to top you this time? I feel like spoiling you some more."

San chuckled, his expression not falling even as Wooyoung's hands came around to massage his thighs and butt.

"Isn't this supposed to be me thanking you?" San's voice was rough, desire and want bleeding into it. His dark gaze made Wooyoung shiver.

"I will consider a yes as the gratitude I deserve," Wooyoung replied with a cheeky smirk. San couldn't resist. The fingers skimming over Wooyoung's scalp tickled his nape pleasantly.

"Go ahead, but be patient with me. I haven't done it that way in a long time."

If anything, the promise that Wooyoung got to hold San in such a sacred way got him more enthusiastic. Wooyoung nodded with shining eyes and accepted the bottle of lube from his secret stash in the coffee table for days when his bedroom bored him. Not mad that San had found it, Wooyoung helped the other man to step out of his pants.

Wooyoung put his lips on San first, relishing in the familiar shape and weight on his tongue. He hummed as he took San deeper, drunk on the delight of sucking the man off.

San's fingers clutched into Wooyoung's hair as he held on and tried to still his hips from crudely shoving into Wooyoung's throat. Whenever they hadn't seen each other for a while, San fought his desire for Wooyoung even when it had his body tremble so obviously.

Wooyoung helped him blow off steam as he slicked up his fingers and felt his way to San's entrance.

Wooyoung opened his eyes and watched San's expression as he spread the lube around. San's lips had dropped open and his eyes were lidded as he watched Wooyoung hollowing his cheeks around his throbbing arousal. The rapid pace of his breaths gave away his excitement for what was to come.

Wooyoung rewarded him by going down on San entirely and burying his nose in the soft skin ahead. His lashes fluttered around the tears his gag reflex forced upon him, but he remained resilient and sucked until San shuddered in his grip and had to stabilise his body on Wooyoung's shoulders. The groan that rang through the air was Wooyoung's reward and his signal to dip the first finger inside.

San didn't clench around him, relaxing his body since he trusted Wooyoung. His abdomen rippled as he pulled back a bit until part of his spit-shining length came back into view and eased back in. Wooyoung let him, delirious as San used his head and throat for his pleasure while his fingers spread the other man open. He had never seen San so delicate and responsive before, but it was heaven.

Wooyoung was two fingers in and scissoring San open patiently by the time the man's straining thighs trembled so badly he couldn't hold himself up any longer. He slipped from Wooyoung's mouth, his arousal red and angry. His shaky fingers dug into Wooyoung's shoulder.

"Can't- I have to sit down," he heaved. Wooyoung grinned at him as he released his fingers from the warm grip San's body had on him as well.

"I have more than enough space for you here," Wooyoung rasped and patted the seat next to him. When San stumbled over, his thighs and cheeks glistened from the lube.

They rearranged their bodies until Wooyoung could lean between San's thighs. The strong muscle framing Wooyoung's hips so deliciously begged to be dotted with marks, and Wooyoung gave in to the need while he uncapped the lube once more to add another finger.

San arched against him, hips moving towards Wooyoung's hand. Now that he had a free view, Wooyoung watched how San's body swallowed his fingers. His other hand worked over his length, making sure it stayed motivated to show San paradise.

"Can you- Can you take off your sweater, after all? Want to see all of you."

Wooyoung didn't question the plea for a second, slipping from his pullover right away. He leaned over San, sharing the heat of their bodies as he kissed the man's neck, jaw, and lips. San sighed into their kiss while his hands wrapped loosely around Wooyoung's shoulders.

"Feel ready yet? Or do you want more?" Wooyoung whispered against San's lips. The man groaned in response.

"Give it to me."

They kissed between gasps for air while both of them tried to get as much oxygen into their lungs as possible before they would lose all of it again upon the first thrust. Blindly, Wooyoung fiddled with the lube and slicked his length up.

He adjusted San's legs around his hips once more, keeping him spread open before he nudged his tip against the man's entrance. Their lidded eyes searched each other, finding a mutual agreement.

Wooyoung sunk in and San's body was heaven.

In a way - that might be connected to Wooyoung's adoration for San - the man's grip on him felt a hundred times better than any other Wooyoung had felt before. The velvety heat around him was just right; as if made for him.

Sweat glistened on San's neck as he threw his head back and Wooyoung couldn't believe he got to hold a man as gorgeous as him. His fingers ran over San's sides, soothing his discomfort while Wooyoung kissed over his knees and thighs.

It took San a moment before he had adjusted. Once he did, he let go of a breathy giggle and reached to pull Wooyoung in once more. Pleased with San's spaced-out expression, Wooyoung kissed those smiling lips.

"Feel good?"

San nodded shakily.

"Better than ever before."

They smiled at each other like the fools in love they were before Wooyoung moved. He didn't pull out far at first, just grinding into San's heat to accustom his body to his size. The suspense had San fisting his hands into his pillow that cradled his head. His chest heaved, inviting Wooyoung to splay his hands over it and flick his fingers over the man's nipples.

Wooyoung thrust in honesty after a moment longer and when neither of their bodies could take the suspension anymore. His fingers grabbed onto San's thighs as he buried his length in the soft and squelching heat of San's body that received him so readily. The other man's moans were music to Wooyoung's ears. They spilt from his pretty lips in a mixture of Wooyoung's name, praise, and keens for more.

Wooyoung's heart felt so full in his chest he feared it would burst as he rocked into San. His movements were slow and steady, drawing out their orgasms until heat sweltered in both of their bodies and the stuffy air.

San gave his best in trying to keep his eyes open. He watched Wooyoung with the heat of a thousand suns. Whenever his tongue flicked out of his mouth to wet his parched lips, Wooyoung's hips stuttered and he had to find his pace again.

"Woo... Want you to come inside of me," San gasped out. The necklace on his collarbone shifted to lie in the valley between his neck and his chest and twinkled in the faint light from outside that cast their interwoven bodies in a golden shine.

Wooyoung's pace quickened without him noticing it. The promise of filling San's body with his seed took over Wooyoung's foggy brain.

"I will," Wooyoung promised, soothing San's distressed whine. As his lover's noises got more desperate, and his mewls more begging, Wooyoung also sped up, not drawing it out any longer. He threw one of San's legs over his shoulder, using it as leverage as he jammed into the man's prostate and watched him fall apart in the best ways. Wooyoung was sure that if he pressed his hand to San's flat stomach, he could have felt himself moving inside of the man, thrusting so deeply.

San fell apart beautifully when Wooyoung reached to jerk him to completion. He never let up in his thrusts, not minding how his hair stuck to his forehead. The combination of sensations overwhelmed San. When he came with a high-pitched keen that barely got stifled by him biting on his knuckle, the sight alone devastated Wooyoung.

"Please, Woo- Please-" San heaved and gasped for air, his entire body strung like a bow as he took everything Wooyoung had to give him. With a maddening pace that had San's eyes rolling back in his skull, Wooyoung slammed into him, building up for the grand peak.

He came a moment later, right when San's body stopped clenching from his orgasm and made way for another deep thrust. Startled, Wooyoung buried far inside as his orgasm wracked his body and had him shiver.

San keened, his body about to flinch away from Wooyoung in discomfort as Wooyoung held him close. Through grit teeth, he pulled out halfway, making sure the combination of his length and come wouldn't pain San.

Both of them heaved for breath. Wooyoung's ears rang from the force of his orgasm and his hips protested against the sudden strain he had put on them.

Yet, both of them glowed from their shared pleasure, feeling pleased and adored in every way.

When Wooyoung pulled out to collapse onto San, he didn't mind the come dripping from the other man and onto his cushions. He peppered kisses all over San's face, making him giggle. San drew Wooyoung closer to lock their lips together.

One warm and passionate kiss later, Wooyoung dropped his head onto San's chest, spent. San trailed his fingers over Wooyoung's back, whispering words of praise and adoration into his ears.

For a while, they just rested there and breathed the air that smelled sickly sweet of their love-making and the strawberry-scented lube. Their breathing calmed after a while; matching, while Wooyoung played with the necklace on San's chest.

After half an hour of silence, San was the first to speak up again.

"What are our plans? Will we spend spring inside being in love?" San questioned as he ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. Eyes fluttering shut, Wooyoung let him play with the Viking pearl.

"How about some cuddling for now and you accompany me to the institute tomorrow? You met Yongguk already but I would like to introduce you to my job and team formally."

San's fingers on his scalp lulled Wooyoung until it was hard to stay awake. He had to open his eyes again, studying San's attractive features from below.

"I would love to, yes," San grinned. He dipped to kiss Wooyoung's forehead in no hurry. Wooyoung smiled back, cosy where he was and ready to spend yet another day of many in the paradise he and San had created by just being with each other.