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Smut(I'm not good at smut but deal with me)

San's lips were soft. Soft and plump, something Wooyoung never thought from the looks of it. The way San kissed him held his waist as soon as the door closed, and the way Wooyoung was gently pushed on the bed. It all made his stomach churn in anxiety and a mix of anticipation. In instinct, Wooyoung kissed the older back. It was his first kiss. His first ever intimate, the most intimate interaction till now. The older boy was gentle with him, he held Wooyoung's face and rubbed his face with his thumb. As if their kiss was the nth time and not the first time.

Wooyoung ran his fingers through San's hair, eyes closed and moving his lips to the olders to try and get used to it. He opened his eyes back when San pulled back slowly.

"Hmm, you're a good kisser," San muttered. Voice low and husky, almost too tempting to do it again. Wooyoung nodded, not knowing what to do other than stare back at San's pretty eyes. And like felt, the older kissed him again. Hands smoothing Wooyoung's tousled hair, now a little longer than the last time.

Wooyoung closed his eyes again, doing what he thought was what is done when you kiss someone. San's hands wandered up and down his sides. As if Wooyoung was a fragile glass and would break at any moment. San traced Wooyoung's lips, asking for permission to enter a even more deeper connection. The younger parted his lips, and San didn't miss the opportunity to slip his tongue in his mouth. Hands now rested on Wooyoung's hips, applied gentle pressure with his own body weight.

Wooyoung moaned at pleasure it gave, their hips, bodies, pressed together. San trailed kisses on his cheeks. Open mouthed and languid. As if trying to savor the moment. Wooyoung tilted his head, a sigh escaped his lips at the sensation. San, more encouraged at the reaction, kissed his jaw. Sucking softly at the sharp jawline, made Wooyoung moan again. The sound surprising the boy himself. The kisses went down to his neck, San was deliberate at what he was doing, sucking on the soft flesh and felt himself get harder. Which Wooyoung noticed, obviously, but didn't say anything. Just let San leave marks all over his spotless skin.

"Wooyoung, why are you so beautiful?" San asked. Finally a word after minutes filled with sighs of contentment.

"I'm not," Wooyoung nearly moaned louder than needed at another kiss, on his sweet spot which San called a while ago when they talked about kissing.

"You are," San pressed. He held Wooyoung's face and gazed at him, the youngwrs cheeks rosy pink and lips swollen. "You are,"

"No I'm not," Wooyoung insisted. Not believing the words that left San mouth. As if to prove his point, San kissed his neck again. Trailing open mouthed kisses down to his collarbone. Wooyoung held back a groan at that. Which made San kiss all over his shoulder. Determined to get out sounds from the younger, not bothered of other students hearing.

"San ah," Wooyoung muttered. Almost inaudible if not for San to be on top of him currently.

"Yes Woo," San replied.

"I think I like this, can we continue," he asked, nearly whined when San got up.

"Of course darling. We can," the older said softly. He got on bed again and kissed Wooyoung. More passionate than before. Wooyoung moaned as San explored his mouth with his tongue, back arched off bed at the arousing feeling. San felt the youngers hard member on his thigh and held his hips pressed on the bed. Again, trailing kissed down his jaw, not even a spot left without a kiss or a faint mark.

"San," Wooyoung pleaded. Eyes shut and squirmed under the unknown yet nice sensation. San just hummed. He slightly lifted Wooyoung's shirt and caressed his smooth skin underneath. This made Wooyoung gasp.

"Sorry, my hands are a bit cold," San relented.

"It's ok, just, take it off," Wooyoung breathed out. He sat up for San to pull up his shirt and laid down again. Pillow warm under his head. San kissed all over his chest, leaving a red marks behind.

"Wooyoung ah, you're body is so pretty," San whispered. Admiring the youngers slender figure, as if a art portrait at an exposition. Wooyoung felt like crying at that moment, the sorrow that had clung to him everyday came back.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm sorry," San rushed. He stopped the loving affection and hugged Wooyoung. Hand rubbed up and down his back to soothe the anxiety running all over his body.

"I'm not pretty, I'm ugly," Wooyoung whimpered. All the enjoyment of the moment gone completely. San shushed him, he kissed him again and again. Wiping the tears that fell and whispered sweet thing in between. "It's ok,"

Wooyoung felt both comforted and insulted right then. Not because of San, but because of his thoughts. He tried to push San away, but the older didn't let go and peppered him with kisses, until he fell asleep with San beside him.

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