Endless chase [Woosan ff]

9 - Drunk

- No, I don't like it up the ass, and you should shut up or you'll end up waking up the whole building. - San scolds with an entertained smile while fishing for his keys, and Wooyoung giggles at San's initial remark.

He's been teasing him about it ever since San came out a hour prior, and isn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

- Oh, come on, you teased me so much back then when I came out, now it's my turn to return the favor! - Wooyoung whisper-yells in a laugh, walking into the apartment right after the older.

San just shakes his head, tossing his shoes at the entrance and flopping right onto the soft mattress.

- Yah! Go take a shower, I don't want our bed to smell like sweat and alcohol! - Wooyoung scolds, and San grunts annoyed, trying to ignore the fact that Wooyoung called his bed theirs.

Yet, he still stands up to take a quick shower, Wooyoung showering after him.

And then it's thirty minutes later when they're both under the bedsheet, cuddling.

Wooyoung is still quite tipsy, San can tell from how hot the boy's skin is, pressed against San's.

Wooyoung's arm is wrapped around San's torso, and their legs are intertwined. Wooyoung's head is hidden into San's crook of the neck, while the older's arm works as a pillow for Wooyoung.

San is sweating because he can tell Wooyoung is nervous, shifting restlessly next to him as if there was something bothering him.

And then it happens.

The first kiss on the neck.

It's almost imperceptible, it's barely a peck, but it's there.

San feels that spot on his skin burning, but he can't do anything but remain silent, completely frozen in shock.

And then there's another, this time more evident.

Wooyoung understands San's silence as a green light, so he keeps on nosing the tan skin and leaving a trail of soft kisses all over the side of San's neck.

He then trails upwards, towards the jaw, and a few seconds later he's playing with San's earlobe.

- Woo... - San wanted it to sound stern, because he knows Wooyoung is behaving like this just because he's drunk, and he'll regret it the next morning.

Yet, it just comes out as a pleading whimper.

And it turns Wooyoung on even more.

He climbs on top of San, straddling his hips while moving his lips once again down San's jaw, nibbling at every inch of skin he can touch.

Before things can escalate, San grips Wooyoung's hips tightly, turning his own head away.

- Woo, you're drunk. - He whispers, fingers digging into Wooyoung's waist.

- I-I'm not, San... - The younger whines, going back to leaving kisses on the older's neck and hiding his face there. - I-I... - He exhales deeply, it's clear to San too that Wooyoung is nervous and almost overwhelmed by this whole situation as well. - I-I want to do this, San. - He whispers against San's skin.

San freezes for a split second before he yanks Wooyoung's head away from his neck and stares at the boy on his lap with hungry and desperate eyes.

- Say it again. - He orders, just making sure it's not his mind playing tricks on him.

- I-I want it, San. I want you. - Wooyoung gulps down the lump in his throat, eyeing San with a pleading gaze.

That's all it takes for San to hungrily connect their lips.