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- 𝔽𝕆𝕌ℝ𝕋𝔼𝔼ℕ -
𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕪
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wooyoung was frozen, he wanted to move, come up with a snarky remark, leave san wanting more- but he only found himself wanting to pathetically submit to the older so quickly. if it weren't for sans hold on him he surely would have fallen by now with how weak his legs felt. san waited patiently for an answer and when he didn't get one he spoke again,
"wooyoung~" he taunted, lifting one of his hands to the boys head, flicking one of the small golden bells that were attached to wooyoungs cat ears.
"i asked you a question,"
wooyoungs mind was in shambles, he didn't know if he should play hard to get or give in, which he so desperately wanted to. but wooyoung liked to leave people wanting more, he loved the feeling of it- of them chasing him.
so he faced the stove better, putting his phone down and continued mixing the ramyeon,
"how was class, san?"
"was okay. boring without you, kitten." sans voice was still so deep, low and filled with desire.
"i'm sure it was, you could've called me you know..." wooyoung thought about it, to how if san did call him he would've be on the phone without while wooyoung was recording, and how hot that idea made him feel. maybe one day the two could splurge on that fantasy...
"i'll remember that next time then," san readjusted his grip on the boy, rubbing small circles at the exposed skin of his hip. the feelings almost made wooyoung purr, lips letting out a soft mewling sound instead and he unintentionally leaned into sans touch.
"you like that, kitty? makes you feel nice?"
you couldn't possibly understand how hard it was for wooyoung, how much he wanted to give in to sans advances. but he couldn't, they had just become roommates, and wooyoung isn't just an easy plaything for someone. of course he didn't mind having hookups but he wanted them to try for it, to see just how much he was worth. he loved making people work for him, and that's exactly what he intended to make san do.
"are you hungry?" he breathed out, turning off the stove and pulling away from san, to which the older just kept his eyes on the boy; watching him move the pot to the counter, pouring in the seasonings and spices packet when he transferred it into two bowls.
"i suppose," as he mixed sans voice had never once changed- wooyoung could feel sans eyes on him, trailing up and down his figure, he could feel how they bored into each and every detail of himself.
