From the Darkness

20. The Crates

Smut warning!

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The minutes ticked by, but Wooyoung's muscles couldn't relax from their tension. His fingers were cramped around his gun, ready to shoot at anything inside the cave that as much as twitched. Every second was a torment, and his head hurt from straining so hard. He traced the fouls' steps in his mind and listened to their ragged breathing as they stood idle, minds blank before their next move. Instinct drove them, so waiting until that instinct switched from hunger back to sleep was agonizing.

Wooyoung didn't dare as much as gulp. He could feel the heat of San's body through his clothes, but he didn't have the mind to complain about it right now. Their survival was on the line.

It felt like an eternity passed until the fouls finally returned to their lair. They must have infested the rest of the cavern and snatched those who came here for supplies. As they trudged away to lie in wait for the next intruder, Wooyoung exhaled. Soon, the caverns were silent, yet not abandoned.

"Let's go back to Mingi. As quietly and as fast as we can. And then get the fuck out of here." Without more people to defend them, Wooyoung wouldn't try to relocate the crates.

He twisted his head to find San in the darkness of the cave. No light flickered on, and no response sounded from him. Only his ragged breathing hit Wooyoung's nape.

"San?"

"Give me... a second."

Startled by how ragged he sounded, Wooyoung sniffed. No scent of blood. Just the lingering stench of rotting meat the fouls carried along. They didn't have any pheromones that set off San, right? Would he attempt to kill Wooyoung in their makeshift hideout?

Wooyoung twisted his back to scrutinize the other raider, but he froze once more when San stifled a groan.

It took Wooyoung an embarrassingly long time to notice the raging hard-on pressing against his hip.

"O-Oh," he made with little intelligence. An awkward silence spread between them. Wooyoung couldn't relax, but neither did he have the patience for this.

"What the fuck? Is this the time and place?" He hissed and San jostled their bodies as he jerked up his head. His bulge dug into Wooyoung's flesh, but thankfully, no one could see his mortified blush.

"You were basically riding my dick with all the grinding you did while drawing your gun!" San defended himself. Wooyoung scoffed as quietly, yet maliciously, as possible.

"So you get hard? It seems I didn't make my boundaries clear. Let's get out of here so you can jerk off in your room." Wooyoung wouldn't let go of his gun until they were outside in safety, but he shuffled to access the crates. San's moan was a whimper when he was mushed into the wall, erection getting trapped between them painfully.

"Glad to know your rotten dick works just fine," Wooyoung uttered as he reached for the first crate.

Instead of helping, San lifted a trembling hand to his shoulder.

"Wait, please," he heaved. "I can't go out like this. I can't concentrate on fighting right now."

"You wanna wait until you calm down?! Think of some happy thoughts?! In their lair?! And don't tell me you can actually will this down while still pressed against me." To prove his point, Wooyoung cocked his hip in San's direction, mushing into the hard flesh under his pants. Though he gulped, icy satisfaction filled his chest at San's protesting shriek.

San struggled for words, maybe even for thought. When he came up with a genius idea, Wooyoung was about to launch himself into the cave to get ripped apart by the fouls.