A Place to Belong - A Woosan Novel

{12 - Just Us} {M}

Later that evening, after they had spent hours by the lake, they returned to the small cabin Wooyoung had rented for the night. The space was cozy, with soft lighting and the scent of freshly cooked dinner filling the air. Wooyoung had insisted on cooking—a simple but delicious meal of pasta and roasted vegetables—and now, as they sat together at the small table, the atmosphere was warm and intimate.

San found himself smiling more easily, the heaviness of their earlier conversation lifted by the comfort of Wooyoung's presence. They talked about lighter things now—memories from their childhoods, embarrassing stories, dreams for the future—and with each passing moment, San felt more and more like he was where he was supposed to be.

After dinner, they moved to the couch, the glow from the fireplace casting soft shadows across the room. San curled up beside Wooyoung, his head resting on his shoulder, and as they sat there in the quiet, he realized just how far he had come.

He had been so afraid of letting someone in, of allowing himself to be vulnerable again. But with Wooyoung, it felt different. It felt safe. And as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to Wooyoung's lips, San knew that this—this connection, this trust—was something worth holding onto.

San deepened the kiss, and pulled Wooyoung onto his lap. He was getting bolder, and he really wanted to show Wooyoung what he meant to San. He wanted him, he thought Woo was sexy and he was going to show him how San takes care of the ones he loves.

Wooyoung was straddling San's waist, grinding languidly while they continued to kiss. "Is this ok, daddy?" Wooyoung whispered near the shell of San's ear, sending a rush of blood down to his groin and a tingling throughout his body.

San pulled back and nodded, "Yes, jagiya, it's really good." he answered huskily against Wooyoung's ear "You are such a good princess. Let me make you feel good." He surprised himself with how natural it felt to slip back into his dominant self. Someone he hadn't felt like in a long while.

San gently pushed Wooyoung back a bit on his lap, and reached under his shirt, helping Woo to remove it, running his fingers gently up Wooyoung's chest, feeling him shiver. Then he turned his attention to kissing down his neck and across his chest.

Wooyoung let a small moan escape, arching back to allow San better access.

San paused his ministrations on Wooyoung's chest, and met his eyes. "Want to move to the bedroom?" he asked with a seductive smile.

"Yes, please lead the way, daddy.' Wooyoung quipped back, with a sassy look. He'd clearly realized the power that word had, and the effect it had had on San. 

"Are you really ready for all this, Wooyo?" San gave him a wolfish smile "You are driving me wild and I can't wait to strip you bare and worship your body. Would you like that princess?"

Wooyoung's eyes dilated, giving his arousal away despite his sassy attitude.

San abruptly sat up, holding Wooyoung around the waist, Wooyoung quickly hooked his legs around San's middle, finding his lips again, and giving him a deep, intense kiss.

San breathlessly broke the kiss. "Wait babe, let me take you to our room."

"Or, we could just stay here, Sannie - in front of the fire, it's so romantic." Wooyoung paused, then went back to kissing and licking San's neck, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything but Woo's lips and tongue.

San looked at the space in front of the fire, and it did look inviting. He lowered Woo down gently and nudged himself between Wooyoung's thighs. Leaning over to connect their lips again, in a sloppy, passionate kiss. He was getting impatient, so he sat up and stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion.