How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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Completely gone in the head from their shameless public rendezvous, the two boys now lay messily entangled in the back seat of Wooyoung's car having managed to drive a couple minutes to a quieter location.

The minute San had parked up (taking the initiative to drive as one look in Wooyoung's eyes told him he was in the furthest headspace away from being okay to get behind the wheel), he pulled Wooyoung from the passenger seat and launched him into the back, latching his mouth to his and suffocating the shorter with aggressively deep kisses, tearing off both of their pants with not a shred of patience left to his name.

"Jesus. Just look at you. Want to fuck you so bad. Waiting for those results will be the death of me." He snapped, flipping Wooyoung onto his back and raising his slender legs in the air, wrapping one firm arm around to pull them against his chest and using his free hand to rub his dripping with pre-cum cock all over the shorter's hole in a quick merciless tease.

Wooyoung mewled and cried at the sensitivity. He was on the verge of abandoning all moral compass, begging with his life for the taller to just put it in, but he managed to shake the thought. His own cock hung angry and red as San began guiding his own in and out of his pressed thighs, rubbing fervently against the shorter's, finally easing his craving to be touched.

"I worship you. You drive me fucking crazy." San delivered lowly as he built a pace, peppering wet and open mouthed kisses up and down the bare skin of Wooyoung's beloved pins.

Wooyoung scorched, alight with San's touch. With now both of the taller's strong arms fastened around his legs, he held him tight and feverishly started thrusting, gyrating his cock against the shorter's.

The car rocked, the windows began to steam, and the lewdness of it all went straight to their heads.

"Daddy, oh fuck, j-just like that, so.. you feel so fucking good, can't.." Wooyoung cried out, watching with teary eyes as San powered his large size between his lush thighs, the skin reddening and igniting with each move.

San dropped one arm from Wooyoung's legs to fasten his hand around the shorter's length, working it in time with his thrusts and sending him into total frenzy.

"Sannie, I'm not gonna.. l-last..." Wooyoung slurred out between rapid breaths as his body quaked ferociously at the manhandling of the taller, just how he liked it.

He snapped a save-for-later mental picture of the sight of San above. Sweat dripping down his forehead, mouth agape as it pressed to the skin of Wooyoung's calf, brows sharp and eyes rolling back. The way his hips rocked so fluidly, his muscles flexing with every movement.

"You're so..fucking.. ethereal. Can't believe y-you're mine. You're fucking mine." Wooyoung whined, imploring the taller to meet his eyes. He did, moaning loudly simultaneously as his thrusts began to grow sloppy and his pace around Wooyoung's cock worked faster than before.

"Fuck, Youngie, say t-that again. Please." San gasped, his head falling back, exposing his sweat glistening neck to the shorter below.

Spurred on by San's slight slip of dominance, a strong bout of adrenaline setting him ablaze, Wooyoung spat on his hand to coax it around the swollen head of the taller's cock still fixed between his legs as San came to a standstill and shuddered at the immense sensitivity.

"You're fucking mine, Choi San. All of you, every fucking bit of you belongs to me. Tell me who you belong to, Daddy." He asserted, thriving on the power switch as San wailed, slamming his free hand on the roof above.

"I belong to you, baby. All y-yours. I'm yours." He pined as both boys worked the others cock with passion.

"That's right. You gonna finish with me, Daddy? Give me all of that cum, yeah?"

"Shit - yeah, fuck, ah, FUCK-WOO-"

"Sannie, fu-cumming, I-NOW"

San dropped his hold on Wooyoung's legs, parting them and dropping to the boys body below as he cried out, still shafting the others cock through his own orgasm as they convulsed together and shot loads across their torsos. They lay just like that for a few moments, relishing in the filthy aftermath, hearts pounding.

"We really could've done with being in my car." San stated once he'd collected his breath. "I take it you don't have spare clothes in your trunk?" He scoffed with a gentle kiss pressed to the crook of Wooyoung's neck.

The shorter laughed, stroking the back of San's head, squashed under the taller but not really minding. "I'm afraid not. We're going to have to head back to one of our houses covered in sweat and cum and try to clean off without being obvious."

The two had to grin and bear it as San unstuck himself from Wooyoung, both grimacing as their torso's slicked apart. They both redressed to their best abilities, waddling out of the back seat and into the front.

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"Hi you two! Have you had a nice afternoon together? Did you eat when you were out?"

Immediately after trying to covertly sneak into Wooyoung's house, especially after seeing his parents car back in their driveway, the shorter's Mom had collared them both on their way in.

"Oh, hi Mom. Yeah, we ate already, thank you!" Wooyoung said as forcibly relaxed as he could, both he and San stood awkwardly in their post-fun mess.

"Your Father and I mustn't have got home later than you both left this morning. We'd forgot about promising The Nam's we'd join them on their morning hike. God knows what we were thinking when we agreed, I was awfully exhausted getting up so early. They didn't even..."

Wooyoung's Mother, poorly unaware of the two's predicament, continued to ramble on. Wooyoung shifted agitatedly and prayed to the God's above for her to finish soon just so they could both disappear upstairs.

"... needless to say we won't be doing that again! Anyway, look at me chatting away. You both go on, enjoy your last evening of freedom before you're back to school tomorrow! Will you be staying over tonight, San?"

As Wooyoung was already turning to leave, San stopped to speak to his Mother, not expecting another nights stay invite but massively appreciative of how welcoming his angel's family were.

"Thank you for the offer, Mrs Jung. I'm not totally sure yet, I'll have to okay it with my parents, if so. I'll make sure to let you know as soon as I do." He politely informed as he bowed his head.

Wooyoung's Mother smiled and nodded, finally shooing both boys away. The two scurried, giggling and tugging their tops from their stomachs the closer they got to the shorter's room.

"I've never felt like more of an awful son. Oh my God. My poor Mother, inviting a horny maniac like you to stay in our home." Wooyoung joked as San peeled his shirt off after his own, lifting the younger up and spinning him around the room.

"Please, don't. I felt so bad just now." He muffled into Wooyoung's shoulder before he threw him unceremoniously on to the bed.

"Hey! I don't want to get my sheets dirty. Okay, we're going to have to shower together really quickly so they don't hear the water running for too long and think anything's going on. You need to promise me you'll behave." Wooyoung said sternly, a slight cracked smile on his face as he pointed at the taller's chest.

"Me?? What about you!" San snapped playfully. "I'm going to have to start wearing a chastity belt around you at this point, you little freak."

With that, San threw Wooyoung over his shoulder as they stepped into his en-suite, cleaning up and surprisingly managing to keep their hands to themselves. They discussed what else they could do with their day, opting to give the group chat a FaceTime and see if anyone wanted to go for a smoothie and recap the night before.