Ateez OS (Smut Vers.)

⛧ Te Amo ⛧

⛧ Wooyoung x San
⛧ Sub-Top: San
⛧ Dom-Bottom: Wooyoung
⛧ Leather
⛧ Tension
⛧ Kinda sensual 

Inspired by Rhianna's 'Te amo'

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Wooyoung took one last deep breath.

The raven-haired boy looked good; he wore tight black leather pants and a black cropped shirt, leaving the slight ridges of his abs free. His shining strands for once followed his will, framing his face in dark waves. Glittering, ashen eyeshadow underlined the dark brown of his eyes. The elegant bow of his lips was accented by dark red lipstick.

He was ready.

Now just San had to arrive.

Wooyoung and the older brunette met each other in a Spanish bar a few months ago. Both were drawn to each other from the first second their gazes met. And so it was no surprise that both ended up sleeping with each other. It was originally supposed to be a one-time thing but they met again, this time because of their work.

And again, a little bit drunk, both spend the night together. But this time, it didn't stop. They shared numbers and their meetings became more frequent. At first, Wooyoung thought of it just as a way to get pleasure and forget life's hard reality for a few hours. But as time passed, he wanted more. Not just sex with San, no. He wanted, he craved, the other's whole being, he loved his touches and he desperately wanted to hear just two words.

Te amo.

Oh, how often wished Wooyoung to hear them? How often did he imagine San whispering them, and how often was he on the verge of saying them himself? And how often did he not tell them because he was afraid of losing whatever they had?

Through the open window, he heard the wheels of a car driving up the gravel way, stopping abruptly. A door opened, and steps walked up to the front door of his mansion. The melodic sound of his doorbell.

The ravenette took a deep breath and started walking down the stairs, grabbing the railing so he won't fall in his boots. Their heels were higher than what he was used to, and walking still was difficult.

The door was open, it always was and San knew. But he still used the bell, maybe to warn the younger or to inform him of his arrival, he never told.

Wooyoung heard the main door open, steps coming closer, taking all the time in this world. San always did that, always ensuring the tension was as high as possible when he arrived. It was part of his game, always been. Hard heels clicked on the cold stone floor of the entrance hall, and a coat swished through the air and got dropped onto the floor. The ravenette stopped walking and leaned against the railing of the stairs, purposely staying in a position that would show his body in the best of ways. 

And then, San entered. 

He was wearing a black leather harness over his chest, without a shirt underneath. Wooyoung could see the rippling muscles under his skin and could see how they moved with every step he took. It was alluring and always managed to capture his attention right away. The older also wore tight black leather pants and black boots with small heels. His neck was decorated by a simple black collar, decorated with small red stones. It was a gift Wooyoung gave him after their first session together. A collar to signal that the older was ready to play and to keep other annoying people away when they met up in the bar they first laid eyes upon each other. 

Wooyoung heavily breathed in. San must've noticed his gasping for air, because the older immediately lifted his head, dark eyes meeting with the younger's. He smiled, dimples showing. Wooyung loved his smile, it made San look all cute and soft, the complete opposite of his usual attire. "Hey." The smile deepened: "Hey." For a short second, none moved. Both getting lost in each other's eyes. 

Then, Wooyung slowly started walking down the stairs again. 

San didn't move, only watched. The younger made sure to move his body seductively, intentionally building up the tension in the air. San swallowed, eyes trailing down the other's form. His gaze lingered on the small stripe of skin the crop top showed him, teasing him. He only looked up again, as Wooyoung called his name: "San." Eyes locked, both breathing heavily, skin crawling with tension. "Up." A simple command, but the older knew exactly what to do. He made a step forward and lifted Wooyoung into the air, carrying the younger bridal style through the room and into a short hallway that led to their playroom. 

The room was also called the mirror hall, because the walls and the ceiling were covered in reflecting glass, with only a single, big bed in the middle. The thick carpet on the floor swallowed San's steps as he went to drop Wooyoung onto the soft mattress. A silent sigh was enough of a command for him to start kissing the younger. Their lips started dancing with each other, silencing the gasps and moans they made while their hands roamed over each other's bodies, grabbing and caressing every single inch. Wooyoung's finger took quite a bit to fumble open the buckle of San's belt, even when the older lifted his hips to help him. 

"Undress me, too." A rough whisper, a short moment to catch his breath. In answer, San softly bit the lobe of the ravenette's hair before he opened the zipper of the crop top and pulled it down. He didn't need another invitation and immediately started kissing and liking the tender skin of Wooyoung's chest. The marks he left bloomed in pretty colors, violet and red, serving as a reminder that the younger was his and his alone. Wooyoung played with San's black strands, letting his fingers glide through the silky hair while throwing his head back and moaning whenever the older bit an extra sensitive spot. 

San gradually moved lower, opening the ravenette's pants and pulling his boxers down, too, before he started liking the tip of his length. Wooyoung was already half-hard, and he didn't need much to get a full erection. He moaned and his grip on San's strands strengthened. "San. San. San." Desperate mumbles spilled from his lips, and sweat formed on his body. "Prepare me, please, hurry, need you." The older grinned and reached to the side of the bed, where Wooyung had prepared a bottle of lube and condoms in advance. The lid of the bottle clicked as he opened it to pour a generous amount of lube into his hands to warm it up a bit. He carelessly there the bottle on the bed, while he spread the clear substance over his fingers. 

"Q-quit stalling." Wooyung was getting desperate. The tension made him go crazy, San's teasing only adding to the sensation. He moaned when San inserted one finger, the lube not quite warm but not quite cold either. The older quickly inserted another and started to finger Wooyung slowly, to open him up. He didn't want the younger to be in pain alter, so he took his sweet time. To distract him, he started kissing and biting his thighs, enjoying the salty taste of sweat. 

Wooyung threw his head into the pillows and arched his back off the mattress while covering his eyes with his hands. "Fuck, please-" He didn't need to look into the mirrors to know that he already looked like a mess, and the main event didn't even start. "San-" The older added another finger, scissoring them and moving faster. He also was slowly getting impatient and he didn't want to wait any longer. 

San pulled his fingers out and grabbed the bottle again to coat his length in lube and to slick it up to make the slide easier. Precum already leaked from his tips and his body was tense with anticipation. He pulled his lover's hands away from his face to kiss him passionately while he lined himself up and entered the younger with one, deep thrust. Wooyoung moaned against San's lips and lifted his legs to lock his ankles behind the older's back. San didn't move, he waited for Wooyung to adjust to the feeling of being full and passed the time by kissing him senselessly. He wanted to take it slow tonight, to treat the younger tender. 

"Move, Sannie, can't wait, c'mon." That was all he needed from Wooyoung's side. 

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Many hours later, Wooyung and San lay cuddling on clean sheets, both relaxing their bodies. The older's breathing was slow, his eyes closed shut. Probably asleep. The younger carefully lifted his hands to tenderly caress the other's cheek. Wooyoung smiled and left a soft kiss on San's cheek before he whispered a short phrase into the silence engulfing them.

"Te amo."