Tidal-Bore

25. Until Dawn

Tw: smut, spanking

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Their crash into Wooyoung's bed was mellow because San was hurt and Wooyoung's back could need some consideration as well. Though their lips had to part and Wooyoung whined impatiently at the loss of touch, San pressed him down on his bed to come to stand between Wooyoung's legs. With doe eyes, Wooyoung looked up at him and ran his hand up San's injured thigh. He didn't need to word the question out loud for San to hear it.

To soothe Wooyoung, the medium bent to kiss him. He healed fast thanks to the medical attention and the formidable ointment Atlantis produced. Yet, his leg demanded lots of rest.

"Wait, let's do it this way." Wooyoung scrambled back up and made San sit. Their hands lingered, greedy for skin as they switched positions. Instead of standing between San's spread thighs, Wooyoung sunk to his knees, patient in his wait. The greedy shine of his eyes made San chuckle.

Finally, Wooyoung had him where he wanted him. He didn't expect this to happen under such emotional circumstances or so late before he left, but he was thankful that San was ready for him.

With eager hands resting on San's knees, Wooyoung begged him with his eyes for permission to go ahead. He was rarely so compliant, usually one to tease eternally, but San appeared pleased by the change of tone. He leaned forward to kiss Wooyoung as he helped him out of his top with fingers that were much more practised at opening the laces than Wooyoung's fumbling hands. Once the fabric was flung aside and Wooyoung's hardened nipples stood at attention, San leaned back. He licked his lips as he supported his body with one hand on the bed behind him, offering his front for having.

Wooyoung wasted no time before shuffling closer. He slipped his fingers under San's top first, exposing the hot skin to the silence of the attic. Rippling muscles greeted him, coming together to a mouthwatering body line that had Wooyoung pinch his thighs together in need the more he exposed. After so much time dancing around each other, unable to act on their desires, the accumulated lust burst out through his fingers to whip San's top off impatiently. As his lips surged in to kiss all over San's chest and trail every ridge of his abs with his tongue, his fingers fell to fiddle with his pants.

With a pleased sigh, San ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair. He bunched the red strands in a loose fist, letting them glide away a moment later. When Wooyoung got to his knees and supported his upper body on San's thighs, the hypnotic sway of his ass in the air caught San's attention.

Wooyoung almost snorted because he made it too easy. San could be read like a book.

And not that Wooyoung didn't know of his appeal. He prided himself on seducing whomever he wanted. San's resistance so far had put him off, but made this even more worthwhile.

With his cheek pressed to the growing bulge in San's pants, Wooyoung peered up at him. An idle hand massaged his thigh.

"Is this fine?" He asked with pouty lips that promptly dipped to map out the shape of San through his pants. His girth was mouth-watering and Wooyoung couldn't wait to choke on it.

San nodded, lines of his abs tense as he waited. The mischief glinting in Wooyoung's eyes didn't deter him since he knew Wooyoung was as desperate for him.

Wooyoung failed at opening San's pants the first time he tried, but San reached to undo the laces for him. Together, they tugged them down far enough to free the thick curve of his flesh. Obsessed, Wooyoung took him in his hand, stroking this ever so lively part of him.

Thankfully, this language was universal. San's hummed groans approved Wooyoung's fingers, which formed a tight hold around him. Their heat combined and the vulgarity of San rocking into his hand so close to his face had Wooyoung straining against his pants, as well.