No matter where | Woosan

Forget

San

As San entered the massage room, he was greeted by a serene ambiance that instantly put his mind at ease.

Soft lighting cast a gentle glow across the room, casting shadows that danced gracefully along the walls. The air was infused with the soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus, a fragrance that enveloped him like a comforting embrace.

The room was pretty small with two beds next to each other and a soft purple light enveloped the room.

Wooyoung entered behind him.

Taking in the tranquil surroundings, San's muscles began to unwind, the tension of the day melting away with each passing moment.

As San began to undress, he moved with a fluid grace, the fabric of his clothes falling away to reveal the contours of his athletic frame. He paid no mind to his own nudity, his focus instead on the promise of relaxation that lay ahead.

He knew exactly that Wooyoung was staring holes into his back.

But honestly.. who wouldn't?

Lying down on the massage bed, San felt the softness of the linens beneath him, the gentle support cradling his body in a cocoon of comfort. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to sink into the plush surface, his muscles sighing with relief as he settled into the embrace of the bed.

Beside him, Wooyoung followed suit, the sound of his movements a gentle melody that blended harmoniously with the soft music of the room. San could sense the subtle shift in energy as Wooyoung joined him.

It almost felt like a routine to be naked next to each other by now.

Finally, the door opened, and two figures entered the room, their demeanor calm and composed as they prepared to begin the treatment.

With practiced hands, the masseurs set to work, their touch firm yet gentle as they kneaded away the knots and tension that had accumulated in San's muscles. The sensation was pure bliss, a wave of relaxation washing over him with each stroke and caress.

As the massage continued, San found himself drifting into a state of deep relaxation, his mind becoming hazy and unfocused as he surrendered himself completely to the healing touch of the masseur. Every inch of his body seemed to hum with pleasure, the tension of the day melting away like ice beneath the warmth of the sun.

He could definitely fall asleep like this.

In that moment, surrounded by the gentle hum of the massage bed and the soothing scent of the oils, San felt a sense of peace wash over him, his worries and cares fading into the background as he surrendered himself fully to the present moment.

However, his tranquility was soon disrupted by the sound of Wooyoung's soft giggles beside him.

At first, San tried to ignore it, hoping that Wooyoung would soon settle down and allow him to enjoy the massage in peace. But as the giggling persisted, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation creeping into his thoughts.

Turning his head slightly, San cast a sideways glance at the younger, his brow furrowing slightly. "What's so funny?" he asked, his tone tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Wooyoung's laughter subsided slightly as he met San's gaze, his expression sheepish. "I'm... I'm ticklish," he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Despite his irritation, San couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Ticklish, huh?" he echoed, his tone softening as he regarded Wooyoung with amusement. "You weren't when I touched you"