How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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"Already? We've only just made it past the front door, and you're rubbing against me like a fucking bitch in heat, Sannie."

"M'sorry. You just feel so good, Youngie. Want you to feel how hard you make me."

With a sinister chuckle and a devilish glimmer in his eye, Wooyoung glanced over his shoulder to glare at the shameless puppy-eyed taller.

"Yeah? You been thinking about getting me home all night, baby? Bet you want me to taste that thick cock, don't you? Are you that desperate?"

With a needy groan and a shy nod from where he had buried his face down between the shorter's shoulder blades, San humped even more frantic and frenzied than before.

"Please. Please put it in your mouth, baby. I'm begging you. You're right, I'm desperate. You make me feel so fucking good when you suck me. P-please, my Youngie."

In a flash, Wooyoung had broke free between the pressed space of the front door and San, soliciting a nervous whimper from the taller. Unnecessary, as he was promptly dragged to the floor and having his trousers forcefully yanked down by an ironically devious looking angel.

"Seeing as you asked so, so politely, I'll do it. That's what you get for being my good boy, Sa..."

......

No.

Why is Wooyoung fading away?

No! My perfect dream!!!! I'm waking up!!!!

But... wait...

Something feels... fucking incredible?

Stuck in a blissful purgatory of sleep-induced and slightly conscious horniness, San fought to wake himself up fully in order to register why his body was already writhing with thrilling pleasure.

Until that familiar feeling of his tip skillfully hitting the back of a throat, then enclosed tightly in a loud swallow, confirmed exactly what was going on.

With tired eyes urging to open and clear of their blurry vision, San made out the view of the rustling up-and-down blanket covering him, and the feel of a soft skinned body between his legs.

So, he braved a peek, almost certain by now that the sight he was about to meet would put him into a fucking early grave.

And he accepted that with full responsibility. Because he very nearly met his demise when he lifted the covers from his chest, looking down, to see Wooyoung with a sodden wet mouth and throat stuffed to the brim with his cock.

Those near black, tear-filled, primal eyes met his own immediately upon being exposed, as San watched the shorter manage a menacing smile, even as he continued sucking and deep throating without so much as a breath in between.

He plunged straight down without warning, his swollen lips rustling against the short hair of San's pubic bone, before ever so teasingly pulling it inch by inch from the deepest parts of his throat, putting on a hell of a fucking show for the hyperventilating taller. Once fully released from his hot, wet cavern, Wooyoung spoke.

"You were being so naughty, Sannie." He started off, pressing a sloppy kiss to the crown. "I left you alone for a small moment, and came back to see you fucking in to one of the pillows. In your sleep, mind you. That wasn't very nice of you, was it?"

San's face flushed. He really got into his dream that much, huh? And Wooyoung just had to see that. Great.

With a disappointing sigh, Wooyoung dipped the tip of his tongue into San's sensitive urethra as warning, twirling it around and pulling it back out.