How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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"Sannie."

San's eyes came back to focus from his trail of deep thought, to see Wooyoung peeping curiously, his half-closed eyes still as captivating as they come.

"You were looking right through me. What could possibly be on your mind this early in the morning?" Wooyoung spoke huskily in his sleepy state, nuzzling as close to San as humanly possible before the next step would be climbing directly into him.

"Nothing, Youngie. I didn't wake up that long ago, I was just looking at your beautiful face." San cheesed, tickling Wooyoung gingerly to wake the boy a little.

"Aish, oka-okay I'm awake! Such a needy boy." Wooyoung jabbed at San, lacing his arms as best as he could around the boys large frame and tugging him to lie over him, switching their previous positions completely.

San braced the sides of Wooyoung's head with his arms, with-holding his bodyweight from the delicate boy below him, much to Wooyoung's disapproval.

"Mmmmm'no, lie down properly." He stropped, with his eyes back closed.

"I'll crush you, sweetheart." San quipped, stroking Wooyoung's hair out of his face as the boy's lips curved slightly. He likes the names, San confirmed to himself.

"Then I'll die happily. Lie on me or I'll throw a fit."

San watched with his mouth parting, scoffing at the boy's bold cheekiness and unravelling temper tantrum.

In a swift move that startled Wooyoung's eyes open, San grabbed the boys arms from around his neck and pinned them above his head, easing some pressure from his body weight to hold the shorter down.

He met the boys sharp eyes, seeing the spark of devious curiosity and intrigue light in them almost immediately. "I was wondering where this Woo had gone to." He snarked, rather over-confidently, Wooyoung thought.

San didn't think he'd ever get tired of watching second by second as Wooyoung's face blended from that innocent and passive state to the dark and lustful one.

Wooyoung slid his legs from under San's body to wrap them snugly around his waist, pulling their crotches flush together and soliciting a shocked groan from San. The shorter escalated quickly, using his bound hands and positioned legs to roll his body and hips up into the one above him, taking in the heavenly display of the taller's eyes rolling back and upper body muscles flexing.

He lifted his head up beyond his pinned down arms to meet San's lips above, placing an open mouth hot kiss on him as he stayed motionless. "If you wanted to see him, all you had to do was ask."

As quickly as Wooyoung had taken the lead, San snatched it straight back. He used his body to shove the boy back down into the cushioned floor beneath him, tightening his grip around his dainty wrists and delivered a long, deep thrust against him.

Wooyoung arched below in his restricted state, whimpering as San repeated the action, rubbing their cocks together through the thin material of their shorts. His legs unfastened and spread apart further, hanging loosely in the air on either side of San's hips. 'Fuck, Sannie, that feels.. that feels.."

"I know baby, I know. You feel so fucking good. Those moans, I want them all. Don't hold back."

The two gyrated with purpose, with urgency, essentially fucking in to one another with clothes on. Wooyoung buckled under San's weight and wide frame, feeling the sheer size of his large concrete-hard length as it ground against his him, adding immensely to the shorter's sudden newfound size kink. The taller absolutely engulfed him and it made him feel small, powerless in the hottest way, but still protected and secure.

San released Wooyoung's arms and the latter immediately flew them to his back, clawing and grasping at it, grinding against the man above already feeling embarrassingly desperate for release.

"Please, can't... Sannie? Please, let... let me cum, I can't take it." Wooyoung begged mindlessly, the friction of San's solid cock rutting against his own so feverishly it made his body shake.

San was in no better mind. The ethereal bliss of watching Wooyoung come apart below him as he dry-fucked him was a newfound level of pleasure he'd never encountered. They shared one, two, twenty filthily wet kisses, breathing in the others moans and growls.

The act was essentially a trial-run of seeing how each boy responded to the others taste. So far, things were going pretty damn well. Upon hearing Wooyoung ask for his permission to finish, it took every inch of San's mental and physical strength to not shoot his load then and there. He had to give Wooyoung what he needed first.

"Such a good boy for asking, aren't you sweetheart? You're gonna cum with me, when I say so. You're such a fucking angel. You're making me feel so good. Do you want my cum, baby?" San poured his sentences into Wooyoung's mouth like hot honey, the boy below meeting nearly every word with a whimper and sharp breath.

"Yes, I want your cum. I want it s-so fucking.. much, I'm begging you Sannie, give it to me, want to be so good for you." Tears pooled in Wooyoung's eyes, but the unspoken look of trust and desire that filled them told San that he didn't need to be alarmed. San's skin prickled and heart filled with pride at the knowledge that Wooyoung was feeling such a high-level of intense pleasure, that he'd effectively submitted to San with his whole being.

San looped his arms up under the shorter's shoulders, back to pinning the boy in place as he frantically humped against his petite frame. Wooyoung's hands travelled nails-deep through his clothed back digging his fingers into San's ass, pulling him as close as could be.

"Fuck, s-so good... my pretty baby... gonna fucking give you all my cum. Fuck. Go ahead, angel. NOW."

And Wooyoung did.

With an unholy, loud moan of San's name, he released heavily into the borrowed shorts, shaking his way through his shattering orgasm. The vibrations sent San into frenzy, and he finally succumbed to his body's urges, coming intensely hard against Wooyoung's groin.

The two led tangled in the other, sweating and panting. They stayed there for minutes more, a cosy silence spreading in the air. San lifted his head from where it previously lay on the pillow beside Wooyoung's, still led atop the boy, finding his lips with his eyes closed.

"I skipped an hour in the gym to stay in bed with you, just for you to put me through more work I'd have done in there anyway." He mumbled humorously through his kiss, with Wooyoung chuckling between his breaths.

"I only wanted you to lie on me. You're a bad influence I'm afraid, Choi San. I'm innocent." Wooyoung squealed as San quickly roamed his hands up and down the boy's sides, them both laughing and wriggling in their destroyed make-shift bed. Though not expressed aloud, they were extremely appreciative of the complete lack of awkwardness following such an intimate act. As did everything else, all just felt right.