on pieces of dyed rays | woosan

Chapter Six

It's almost like Yeosang had guessed, because he gives the key with just a wave from Wooyoung. Wooyoung blesses him with a friendly smile (of which he earns back an eye roll), and grabs San's wrist and walks down the path he is so used to.

Like every other club, Wonderland has rooms for unconventional purposes. The difference is that Wonderland has rooms with doors that lock. It's all about the budget really, and is also why relatively decent humans gather here and not other cheap clubs. Seeing the case, it is true that wealth is in proportion with decency, and Wooyoung would mock himself for knowing why he has always been at the bottom of the pyramid. But that self-evaluation would have to wait, because anything that doesn't have to do with sex and San is useless right now.

As soon as he flings the door open and locks it from inside, Wooyoung crashes his lips against San, pushing him towards the bed. San's legs meet the bed frame, and with a light force, he falls on bed.

"Someone's aggressive," San says.

Wooyoung crawls on bed with his knees on either side of San's hip. "Not a fan?" he licks his lip and drops a domineering gaze to the man below.

San gives a pondering look and pauses, and before Wooyoung realises, the tables have turned and now he is the one lying beneath San, trapped in between his arms with the man hovering over him.

"Quite hot." he smirks.

He kisses him wet from his jaw down along his neck, only pulling away to take Wooyoung's shirt off. His dick twitches when he feels San's hand trace down his chest along the hem of his leather pants. But to Wooyoung's disappointment, his hand lingers around his waist, and along with the kiss he drops, it is as if San is trying to learn every detail of Wooyoung's body.

While Wooyoung is the one who prefers hookups to be just fuck, come and go, he finds he doesn't exactly mind San taking his time. He's waited for this for weeks, what does extra more minutes even mean?

San gives a wet kiss on his neck and Wooyoung lets out a shuddered sigh. It's slow, a stark contrast with the adrenaline-pumping EDM going on outside. He nips at his collarbones, the force perfectly in between painful and pleasant.

"Off," Wooyoung demands, tugging on San's shirt.

San complies, waking up and pulling his shirt off in one swift move, leaving Wooyoung a little short of air. He's broad on the shoulders, toned on the abs and small on the waist. Even the shitty room light doesn't take away the glory of this sight.

Wooyoung isn't much of a figure enthusiast compared to Yeosang, but he knows when to appreciate one, and he thinks it's a shame Yeosang doesn't enjoy this lean muscular body. Well, everyone has a preference.

San hunches back down, his hand on either side of Wooyoung's arms, fanning a hot breath on his face, slowly grinding his semi-hard cock against Wooyoung's. Wooyoung huffs at the electric feel and bucks his hip up impulsively.

"Touch me."

San chuckles at Wooyoung's request, fumbling with Wooyoung's tight leather pants and underwear, taking it off with a little difficulty, before he takes off his. San scans his body from head to toe with his glazed eyes unabashedly, and drops a praise. "You're so beautiful, Wooyoung-ah."

Wooyoung has received a lot of compliments; hot, sexy, pretty, fine, and whatever else that lets the man get in his pants. He knows, he's aware, and he's used to it.

But San called him beautiful. It's unfamiliar. He shuts his eyes in reflex and lets the syllables tingle on the surface of his skin.

He flips his eyes open when San finally touches his twitching cock without a layer to interrupt. San quickly scans the room and reaches to the top drawer of the bedside table and finds packets of condoms and lubes—there is no more obvious place to keep the much needed props for this room. He slits the packet of lube open and dribbles it on Wooyoung's cock and starts stroking gently. Wooyoung gives a muffled moan. It feels good. He feels the heat surging in his cock and his hole itching.