How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

19

San and Wooyoung went straight to their class following the incident. In their absence, the other three had agreed to keep both boys under careful watch, healthily guiding them in their path of discovery (in secret, of course).

As the school day came to a close, the 5 linked back up in the car park with Mingi reminding San about the mandatory football training that the man himself actually orchestrated, just as he was about to ask Wooyoung to stay over again.

As the boys began rummaging through their cars for the training essentials and workwear, Wooyoung leant against San's car, watching on idly.

"I can honestly say I've never been less looking forward to training in my life." San mumbled, with a gloomy tone.

Wooyoung bit his lip, grinning at the boy behaving like a child. He knew San wanted to spend another evening together, and he wanted the same thing. He also knew that if he asked, San would be more than willing to abandon his responsibilities in one second flat, but the last thing he wanted was to lead the boy astray from his regular plans and routines. Wooyoung was to find a snug place in San's life, not disrupt everything to fit around him.

"Don't be sad Sannie, it's only for a couple of hours. You'll get into it when you start, and forget all about not wanting to go. Besides... Lord knows you need the training. I don't know what everyone was seeing the other day when Hwa pulled your last win up but sheesh, soooo uninteresting. I could barely even pay attention." Wooyoung taunted the boy with a smirk, examining his nails and speaking with the most casual tone as San snapped his head in his direction. He could practically feel the taller burning a seething hole through his head with his stare.

San skulked to the side of his car where Wooyoung resided against, still looking down but feeling his heart race and blood pump faster.

Heheh. Gotcha. He mentally applauded himself. He didn't know why he loved starting these little tit for tat's in public so much.

San leaned down, walling Wooyoung in to the side of his car completely, edging his lips close to his ear.

"That's funny, Youngie. The way I remember it, you could barely pay any attention because you were too busy getting off from my hand rubbing up your leg and cock, trying your hardest to not cum in your pants. Even moaned out loud like the pretty little slut that you are for me."

Wooyoung immediately flushed scarlet red, eyes widening and an audible gulp slipping from his throat. That did not go the way he thought it would, and he now couldn't possibly be any further from the upper hand he thought he held. His pants tightened within seconds at the filthy term San had used to addressed him, paired with the degradation-laced tone of his low voice.

He squirmed in the small space San had left him between his firm chest and the hard metal of his car, turning to face the taller body to body.

Okay Woo. You've got this. Give it back. You started this just now, as well as nearly every time before this. You can do i-

Pummelling clean through Wooyoung's trail of thought, San wedged his muscly thigh between his legs, applying pressure to his already throbbing bulge. The shorter's eyes rolled as he gently lulled his head back to lean against the car behind him.

"You looked like you were about to open that bratty mouth again, so I'm just going to put a stop to that whilst we're ahead." San whispered huskily against Wooyoung's mouth, quickly glancing around to see only his friends in the distance of the car park heading toward the field. Even so, the parking spot San had luckily enough acquired that day was sited next to and surrounded by wall, with Wooyoung's body hidden from practically every angle.

Snapping him back to his present, San felt the shy rut of Wooyoung against his leg as the shorter placed his hands timidly on the broad shoulders of the boy practically holding him up anyway.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Want.. feels good on y-your leg, Sannie.."

San grabbed the hips of the shorter and pinned him roughly to the car, soliciting a dissatisfied whimper from the boy who looked up at him with a frustrated expression.

"No. You don't get to make yourself feel good, you haven't behaved at all. Saying those silly things just to provoke me. I'm gonna go to training, you're going to go home, pack whatever you need to sleep at mine again and wait for me at my place. Think you can do that for me, Youngie? Don't you want to be a good boy for me?"

Wooyoung was sure that he was seconds away from melting into a puddle on the floor. San just kept on surprising him with every passing minute. He felt hot to the touch, drunk on that taller's lustrous words and found himself completely willing to follow anything and everything he was advised to.

"...Yes. I wanna be a good boy for you, Sannie. 'M sorry for misbehaving... I'll go home now, go get my stuff and wait for you."

San hummed in approval, tilting Wooyoung's head up to admire the flushed and dazed look of his face as he planted one long, firm kiss against the shorters already parted mouth. He gently withdrew his thigh from between the boys legs, breathing in the gasp exhaled from Wooyoung at the released pressure.

"Here are my house keys, I'll text you the address just in case you can't remember the way. Help yourself to anything at all, I should be home around 8. I'll see you later on, sweetheart." He ended softly, pecking Wooyoung's forehead and smiling before heading toward the field.

Wooyoung stood in the same spot for a few more minutes, gathering his breath back and letting his colour restore to normal with a dreamy grin spread across his face. He pulled himself up from San's car and waddled over to his own before he set out back home, answering a few quick fire questions of sweet intrigue and curiosity from his mother about his 'new friend', before pulling up in San's driveway and heading inside to eagerly await his return.