↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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San wasn't sure who leaned back in first, but their next kiss was more impatient than anything.

The shock was wearing off, the stomach fluttering bashfulness going along with it, and now all San could focus on was Wooyoung towering over him, how he felt pressed flush against him, caging him to the wall.

San had been doing his best to not think of Wooyoung, to forget about the wideness of his hands, the lean muscles of his chest and legs, but now it was all he could focus on, all he could feel as Wooyoung kissed him deeply.

His head was buzzing and his heart was throbbing but there wasn't a single solution for any of it.

He wanted so many things.

He wanted to keep kissing Wooyoung just like that, desperate and loving with heat circling between them, but he also wanted to touch him.

Take him to bed where he wouldn't have to hide his eyes, restrain himself from muttering all the emotional obscenities that had almost slipped from his lips countless times before when Wooyoung had his mouth on him, had San sprawled out beneath him.

San couldn't help but whimper when he felt Wooyoung roll forward against his thigh, hands gripping the fabric over San's chest like he didn't know what to do with himself, overwhelmed and panting through his nose.

They couldn't get enough of each other.

San tried to pull away, noticing how breathless Wooyoung was, but the second they split apart the younger made this petulant little whine that made San's stomach cave as he was dragged into another kiss, this one making his cock stir in his pants as Wooyoung continued to grind forward against his leg.

"Fuck, Wooyoung." San breathed, grunting as he was forced back against the wall again, this time being held there by the shoulders as Wooyoung attacked the front of his throat.

His tongue ran rampant once let loose, determined to leave marks, and San swore at the realization, fully hard now and shivering as Wooyoung's wet fingers dug into his skin.

"I know I had said it was casual from the beginning, but even when I knew things were different I was scared to bring it up because what we had was good," Wooyoung said suddenly, words quiet but sharp, forcing San to blink dazedly in an attempt to focus. "It was so good, San, but now you're leaving," His shoulders fell abruptly, a pained tremble working its way through his body. "Fuck, you're-"

"Can we have this?" San gritted, voice ripped apart and drowned with sadness.

Wooyoung pulled away to look at him, brow furrowed dejectedly.

"Please? Can we not talk about that right now?"

San knew ignoring the problem wasn't the best decision they could've made.

If they were going to try for some sort of relationship then San moving was definitely going to create some issues, but that conversation would have taken the kind of strength San didn't have at that moment, and Wooyoung must have known that.

He must have, because his features softened with understanding, eyes free of judgement as he cupped San's cheek and felt the elder melt into him.