𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 | 𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛

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san trailed his hand down wooyoungs chest, stopping at the hem of his pants before looking up at him with a small, teasing smirk. the look made wooyoung let out a groan, he couldn't wait to see how long it'd take to make the boy cry. they had gotten to wooyoungs penthouse only just ten minutes ago. san went over the rules, somehow skipping out yet again on the no marking rule, and without realizing it, just barely remember the no kissing one- he almost decided against adding it.

wooyoung simply nodded in understanding, and pulled the boy close, quickly working to deepen and darker the splotches of lust scattered along the boys skin, he hoped to make them last a while. and after a bit of that, they found themselves in one of the many bedrooms he had, wooyoung laid on the bed, san on his knees in front of him.

wooyoung looked down at the other, shifting under him when he started undoing his belt. with the lighting in his room, undoubtedly a lot better than at the club, he could see the boys features clearer, could start to truly notice just how soft he looked. "how old are you?" wooyoung breathed out, the question suddenly bombarding his mind when he took another good look at the boys face, he didn't know why now, but he had felt compelled to ask.

sure wooyoung was young, and he himself looked quite young- but something about this kid made the boy look even younger then he did- maybe it was his eyes, or when wooyoung had made a joke it was the way san genuinely giggled- and his giggle was quite high pitched, laced with a young joy; and wooyoung just had to be sure.

san stiffened at the question, biting his lip before sitting up a bit so he was on his knees- confused, he tilted his head to the side, "what?"

"your age, what's your age?" wooyoung repeated, and san just scoffed before unbuttoning the olders pants, tugging them down. he ignored how nice the material had felt under his finger tips, it was so different to the dress pants he owned, albeit he had not much to go off of, only one.

"what is this? some interrogation?" the red haired chuckled, hoping that wooyoung would let it go and let him fuck him already. san wasn't here for small talk, he wasn't here to make friends, as much as he did genuinely start to find he quite liked his conversations with the older. but he was here for money and nothing more, and if wooyoung wouldn't give him that then he would quite possibly throw the biggest fit in the world till he did.