Endless chase [Woosan ff]

12 - Take a Break?

- Ugh, I can't do this anymore! - Wooyoung huffs angrily, almost throwing the pile of books in his hand to the floor. - Let's take a break. - He suggests.

He plops down on the bed next to San, who is sitting cross-legged and looking at him with eyebrows raised in mockery. He's folding Wooyoung's clothes and piling them up neatly inside their small, shared closet, slowly emptying box after box.

- We started putting your stuff away barely half an hour ago and you already want to take a break? - He chuckles, and Wooyoung is quick in grabbing one of his unfolded t-shirts and throwing it right at San's face.

- I hate you. - The younger pouts, raising his arms in defense just in time for that same t-shirt to be thrown back at him.

- Oh, come on! - San tries to argue. - We still have plenty of stuff to put away, and you want to take a break after emptying just one box? - San laughs in disbelief, and Wooyoung rolls his eyes at him.

He really can't understand why sometimes San won't ever take breaks, but instead tires himself out until his job is done. Wooyoung is rather the opposite: he takes as many breaks as he can, but manages to finish his job almost refreshed, unlike San.

The younger huffs, rolling on the bed so he's laying on his stomach, eyes piercing San's.

- I'll blow you. -

San's laugh resonates loudly in the room, but Wooyoung's expression doesn't change, his chocolate eyes still staring right into San's orbs.

San's laugh dies down once he notices Wooyoung is not laughing, but is dead serious. And it makes him roll his eyes, hands going back to folding clothes.

- No, absolutely not. - He says, not even looking at Wooyoung anymore. - We must put all of this stuff away first, that's final. -

Wooyoung groans in annoyance, eyes rolling and mouth huffing. He scoots closer to San, so close that his elbows now rest on top of the pants that San is trying to fold, forcing him to stop and glare at the younger instead.

- Please... - Wooyoung crawls closer, his right hand sneaking up San's thigh to feel the muscle there. It clenches at the feeling of Wooyoung's inviting touch, and it makes San hate it, because he knows too well he can't resist Wooyoung, and Wooyoung knows it too.

- Please... - Wooyoung repeats, this time more whispered, more seducing, and it makes San swallow hard. - Please, Sannie, I'll be good. - The younger promises, scooting even closer so that his warm breath fans over San's crotch, and it makes San fight back a shiver of arousal.

San can feel it.

San can feel how his dick is slowly starting to strain against the fabric of his boxers, and he hates Wooyoung for it.

They have a job to do, and whether he likes it or not they have to finish it, and he must finish it as soon as possible, because then he wants to fuck Wooyoung into the mattress until the younger is screaming his name.

But not yet.

- N-No. - It's unsure, and Wooyoung already knows he's winning this battle. - We need... - Wooyoung's other hand slides up San's thigh too, slow and demanding. - We must finish... Fuck... - San curses once he feels Wooyoung's hand press down on his hardening length, while the other kneads his thigh.

San throws his head back, releasing a long groan followed by a heavy exhale. His hands fly down to the bedsheet to fist the fabric tightly.

- It will feel good, Sannie... - Wooyoung whispers again, this time right against the fabric of San's sweatpants. The younger can feel the heat emanating from San's now fully hard dick, can feel the way it pulses under his hand.