Shackled Freedom

14. The Warehouse

Warnings: smut, light pain

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Once the door clicked shut behind them, San halted to glance down at Wooyoung. His bandages were pale in the dim light from outside. They could see the jeep from here, safely cradling their slumbering companions. After checking that no dangers lurked nearby with a quick sweep of his eyes, Wooyoung met San's stare. 

"So, what are we doing out here?" He whispered, uncertain if Yunho and Mingi could hear. San hovered between the shelves, looking around as if he were searching for something.

"I figured we should catch some time alone, since we are always stuck with the others," he muttered. He didn't look at Wooyoung, but once understanding settled in, a broad smirk spread across Wooyoung's lips. With San's palm still in his, Wooyoung turned to press his chest against his bandaged arm. The shop was just barely bright enough from the lantern they lit outside to ward off wandering fouls that San might see the coy bat of his lashes.

"Oh? You wanted to make out with me?" 

"Since you suggest it," San retorted and Wooyoung scoffed at his cheekiness. This time, he was the one dragging San along as he made for the storage room. It held even more treasured rations, and it was an extra door away in case someone would pass through for their nightly watch. Wooyoung prayed they wouldn't search for the two missing raiders if they found their beds empty. 

They could lock this door, but kept it open for safety in case something happened. Getting walked in on was by far not as bad as missing an attack from any bold fouls.

Walking backward, Wooyoung led San into the darkness between the stocked racks. Once they plunged into the shadows in the back, he stopped to sling his arms around San's neck. Playful fingers carded through his dark hair. Since they couldn't see each other, Wooyoung hoped his interest came across in the arch of his body.

He had missed this. As much time as they spent pressed together in the car, San's hands on his hips came with an intention that stirred the excitement in Wooyoung's belly.

"So, no lame excuse to fuck my thighs this time?" Wooyoung asked as he tugged down San's bandages. He was giddy from the alcohol, feeling wild and adventurous to indulge in their infatuation for one another. San overcame his struggle with Yunho and finally, they were moving on.

"I will hold you accountable again if you make me hard," San replied as he ghosted his nose over Wooyoung's cheek and ear. Soon, the bandages rested around his neck and his warm breath caressed Wooyoung's neck. It sent shudders of excitement through tingling all the way to his toes. Though his experience was limited, he definitely knew what he wanted. 

"That's unfair, isn't it? You get hard so quickly," Wooyoung mocked as he tucked himself into San's heavy arms. Their lower halves dragged against each other dirty and Wooyoung could tell how much San liked having him ensnared.

"Perhaps I wouldn't if you weren't such a minx," San gritted out as he trapped Wooyoung in place. "Slow down now. We finally get some time for ourselves."

"What makes you think I am a patient person?" Wooyoung huffed as he packed a fistful of San's hair. He angled their heads so he could sink his teeth into San's lip, tugging languidly. The fungus on his skin felt bumpy and irregular, but it didn't taste any different from the rest of him. 

Wooyoung watched his silhouette from lidded eyes.

"Don't chicken out on me," he mumbled, biting again for good measure before he let go. He didn't get far when San surged right after him.

"The same goes for you," he sneered back before he caught Wooyoung's lips in an ardent kiss. An instantaneous moan stifled between them as Wooyoung yanked them so close nothing could fit between them anymore. His mouth dropped open to offer its heat and this time, San took it. He surged in so greedily that Wooyoung was pushed backward, spine bending in San's powerful grip until they found a shelf to lean against. Breathless, Wooyoung tangled his tongue with San's. It was hot, ravaging him with a passion Yunho's slow kisses never did. It robbed Wooyoung of his ability to think, and he submitted to the squelching wetness of their lips as San directed their sloppy kiss. The heat and tingles it spread across Wooyoung's skin were delightful. They made him feel alive like nothing else and it might be the residue of alcohol in his system, but he felt more frivolous than ever before.