implausible - woosan

chapter thirty seven

you showed me colours
you know i can't see with anyone else
// you taught me a secret language
i can't speak with anyone else

san wooyoung

03.09.17

"are you sure about this?" san is saying, and wooyoung feels his chest constrict almost painfully, because he can't breathe past all the love he feels for san and the fact san's offering him an out.

"i want this." wooyoung does. nothing in the world can make him pull away, now that he's breached this line.

san's hand finds the zipper of the jacket adorning his torso, quivering as he begins to drag it down. each split second reveals another millimeter of wooyoung's golden skin, as the blonde isn't wearing anything underneath the piece of clothing. this surprises san, as he isn't expecting bare skin so soon.

his breath catches in his throat, wooyoung's eyelids fluttering as san's fingers brush his chest. he unzips slowly, as if they have all the time in the world and they're the only ones in it.

unable to stop himself from reaching out, wooyoung's hands find san's biceps. his breath is shaky as he grips the older's upper arm with one desperate hand, the other ghosting up to his neck. he's heard of the intimacy of near touch before, but never truly experienced the full capacity of desire.

"do it," he gasps, breaking under san's unwillingness to do what ever he wants to him. "touch me." wooyoung arches his back, lifting his head against san's so their lips brush when he speaks.

he's teasing him. he knows san's weaknesses, and he knows he won't deny him anything. san's free hand slides under the jacket, gripping his waist firmly as he jerks his body towards him. how can he refuse him? he can't.

wooyoung can't help but whimper lowly at san's obligation, knees weak as his fingers dig into the softness of his skin. the sound of another zipper coming undone is a siren in the silence as san takes his own jacket off of him, leaving both their torsos bare when wooyoung follows suit.

"you can do whatever you want to me. always." he continues, the words whispered into the raven haired's mouth.

he knows what he's doing to san. he came here, knowing full well what he was going to do. san's other hand supports the back of his neck, resting on his jaw. his thumb grazes the corner of wooyoung's mouth, pressing over his bottom lip in a painfully slow motion that pulls a barely audible moan from him.

it still manages to drive san mad, the sound going all the way to his toes. "god, princess." he manages, frustration evident in his tone. "you can't do this to me."

wooyoung takes san's hand, guiding it down his neck and tipping his head back, holding his wrist tightly as if letting him go will mean losing him. "yes," he pleads, guiding the hand down his chest, encouraging san to touch him. "i want this. i want you. i don't care about the consequences. you're all i can think about, san."

"you're sure?"

"fuck- of course i'm sure. i want- no- i need you." he wraps his arms around san's bare shoulders, leaning into his ear. "i need you to kiss me. i need you to want to-"

"wooyoung-" san gasps, fingers digging into his waist again. he sounds like he's dying. feels like it, too. "of course i want to." he murmurs, repeating fragments of the sentence as he noses into wooyoung's hair.