Yesteryear

Bliss

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.