"You're a heretic right? Half vampire half witch" San asks hesitantly.
She inches closer to him, resting her weight on the table. "Who wants to know?"
"I was wondering, do you know how to... revive a vampire?"
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San wakes up to his new and shoc...
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Giggles and laughter can be heard past the trees as San and Wooyoung played in the water. They were at a river in Lloth, fooling around and kicking water at each other. It felt freeing. Innocent.
And when San captures Wooyoung, he wraps his strong arms around his torso, bringing him close until they stood chest to chest. Their bare skin touching and causing a deep heat to pool at Wooyoung's groin. Wooyoung wraps his arms around San's neck and pulled himself closer until their noses were touching. They smile dreamily against each other's lips.
As they stood in silence, hearing each other breath and catch their breath after play splashing each other Wooyoung couldn't stop thinking about how completely and utterly in love he is. He'd never felt this way about anyone. Ever. And he knew he'd never feel this way ever again. His relationship with San was... magical, for a lack of a better word. Whenever they kissed, touched, made love. It felt like the first time, each and every single time. His heart sang for San. It craved him. It ached for him. And to think they started off disliking each other. That was the amusing part.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the memory of the first time they met and San leans back to watch him, a brow arched and an amused smile on his wet lips. "What?"
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Wooyoung asks, as they rocked side to side in the water since it was shallow and only hit their torsos when standing straight.
San looks up in thought. "Uhm you mean the night I literally ran for my life? How could I forget?" He teases.
"When you jumped out that window from the 8th floor like a maniac, I was absolutely stunned not gonna lie" Wooyoung snickers and presses a kiss against the corner of San's lips. San couldn't help but grin a little. He turns his head and captures Wooyoung's lips in his. They share a sweet buttery kiss and San held him closer.
Wooyoung smiles into the kiss and moans lowly when he feels San grip his ass under the water. Then a heat pools at his stomach when San's hand slips inside the only piece of clothing he was wearing, his shorts. His fingers gently massages his bare ass them prys his cheeks apart before prodding and rubbing at his hole with a single finger.
Their bare chest was wet with water and hot against each other. Wooyoung breathes shakily and whimpers like a wanting puppy as he kisses San with so much vigor, their tongues overlapping repeatedly and heads angled as the kiss deepened to a makeout.
Wooyoung's hands were buried in San's hair, pulling, tugging, playing with the wet jet black strands. He subconsciously inches up on his tippy toes in the water when San easily slips his middle finger inside him. He moans gingerly into the kiss and was the first to pull back and gasp for air.
They stay close, noses touching as they loudly caught their breath. Wooyoung much more winded. He held San close, his fingers digging into the taller's shoulder as San's finger expertly moved in and out of him, curling and wiggling. Wooyoung shudders and gasps against San's rosy pink wet lips.
