How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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Being horny is fun.

Being in love is amazing.

Being horny in love, in love and horny, is something otherworldly.

Just ask San, as he hauled Wooyoung from his car to the shorter's front door, concealing his love's bare ass after the loss (deliberate removal to give San a 'teaser' of what's to come) of his trousers and underwear, flung somewhere into the taller's back seat along their drive home.

"Fuck, did you-really have to-shit... just give me your fucking house keys, Mr Public Nudity." San husked, arms tight in holding Wooyoung's legs around his waist as the shorter busied himself launching an attack of bites and kisses to his neck and jaw, fumbling to get inside.

Wooyoung didn't let up on his objective, not an ounce of shame to his name at his indecent exposure, unfastening one arm from San's broad frame to aggressively shove the keys dangling from his fingers into the tallers hand, before returning to his rightful place clinging around his built like a fucking tank boyfriend's shoulders as the taller escorted them inside and slammed him into his hallway wall.

"You're lucky it's pitch black out, you know how -oh fuck, yes, bite me there, baby- y'know how angry I'd be if someone saw what belongs to me?" San groaned through a pleasured hiss, not expecting a response from Wooyoung who was clearly in a headspace several planets away.

He patrolled them through the corridor and through the memorised route to Wooyoung's bedroom with heavy, fast thuds of his feet. A man on a mission with no other thought occupying his mind beside the vixen attached to his front going absolutely feral.

Pulling San, if only temporarily, out of his Wooyoung-mania, was the sight revealed to him upon booting open the bedroom door.

Wooyoung had clearly put in quite the effort to create a sentimental, passionately charged space for the pair to return home to. Authentic rose petals lay feathered across his fresh crisp sheets, pillows and the floor space around the bed, battery powered candles in all the right places to cast a lustful aura around the room, and the most adorably thoughtful little heart decorated care hamper filled with every cleaning supply needed, from wipes to towels.

When Wooyoung didn't respond to San's gentle calls of his name, the taller had no choice but to pull him back with a firm tug of his hair, soliciting a high whine of complaint at having his love bite venture crudely interrupted.

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah. Did this for you. I wanted to put my own effort in to making tonight extra special just like you did. Do you like it?" Wooyoung whispered, rubbing his forehead and nose against San's.

San didn't verbally respond. Instead, he swallowed the brimming with affection words at the tip of his tongue, deciding to show his appreciation rather than spend too long voicing it.

He treaded over to Wooyoung's bed, bracing a knee atop it. He was met with some resistance, the shorter putting up a minuscule fight in unfastening from the tallers body and momentarily sort of dangling from him like a velcro monkey, but Wooyoung eventually gave way and dropped from his hold onto the mattress below.

And what a fucking vision he was.

Lay centre in the middle of the sheets, body arching with need and want, flower petals surrounding his panting body, hair fanning around his flushed face and eyes darkened with pure desire.

"Do you have any idea just how fucking sexy you are? How you make me feel just by looking at you?" San all but growled, hovering above Wooyoung as he took him in from head to toe, covering his frame entirely.