implausible - woosan

chapter fifty

there's fire rising through my being
i'm not used to seeing you
i'm alive (alive), i'm alive (alive)

third person

04.10.17

"can you take me against the mirror?"

god, jesus fuck, wooyoung's not going to survive this.

he nods erratically, enthusiastic, barely suppressing a whine at the idea. san's feline eyes darken, filled with glorious want. wooyoung's been missing out, seriously, missing out on san. the raw desire in his gaze.

"that a yes? use your words, princess." san murmurs against the shell of his ear, tugging at his hair.

"yes," wooyoung confirms, embarrassingly breathless. "god, yes, san, please-"

san smirks at that, a glorious, devilish grin, baring only some of his teeth. he looks like he wants to eat wooyoung alive, eyes beady and dark. there's hair falling in wooyoung's eyes, obscuring his gaze, which he shakes away, desperate to see as much of san as he can.

"so pretty, baby," san murmurs, trailing slow, wet kisses up the back oh his neck, behind his ear. "do you know how pretty you are?"

he shivers, heat coiling tightly in his stomach. "no," wooyoung replies, greedy. "tell me."

a brief grin flashes on san in the reflection, all too willing to do just that. it shows off small dimples, a feature wooyoung remembers touching. one of his hands grips the back of his neck, holding him steady so he's staring right back at himself. his eyes well a little, brightening at the pull on his roots.

"you're so gorgeous, wooyoung." he says, full of sincerity, raw and full of emotion. "beautiful, beautiful."

the compliments send fresh electricity through his veins, each delivered with more open mouthed kisses. he sees the way his eyelashes flutter, the pull of his lips.

wooyoung has always enjoyed praise, but this is landing different, when he can see the flames in san's eyes, the destroyed desperation in his stare. and looking at san, he wants to return the favour, wants to tell him how beautiful he is, too.

"you-" he begins, but san suckles the sensitive skin below his ear, skims it with his teeth. "fucking- fuck,"

san hums in agreement, leaving a gorgeous array of reds to decorate his golden skin. "real eloquent."

he's waited so long, to mark wooyoung up properly, to freely leave unsubtle reminders all over his skin for everyone to see. san snakes a hand round his front, flattening over his abdomen.

wooyoung's muscles jump, hairs standing up on his arms, watching san's fingers edge down, ghost the waistband of his sweatpants. he wants and he wants and he wants, unable to help the little buck of his hips.

he's blushing hard, now, realizing he's never actually seen another person's dick before, not in person, getting all kinds of excited at the prospect. his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip, own cock uncomfortably hard.

"be patient, princess," san laughs lowly, deep and teasing, the sound only fueling wooyoung's arousal.

"patient?" he repeats, disliking the sound of that immensely. what he does like, is san's hand, slipping further down the front of his sweats.