A Place to Belong - Woosan

{ 22 - Playtime (M) }

San suddenly grabbed Wooyoung and lifted him up while standing. Wooyoung wrapped his muscular thighs around San's waist, still feeling San's hard cock under his ass.

He couldn't resist the urge to press himself down against San, as he tried to navigate them from the living room, making it as far as the kitchen before Wooyoung's teasing became more than he could bear.

WIth a low growl, he put Wooyoung down on the counter, and his mouth began attacking Woo's neck, licking, kissing, and sucking. Wooyoung was working on San's belt and zipper, while San's hands were helping Wooyoung out of his pants, his underwear, his shirt.

Once San had Wooyoung completely bared to him, he pulled him off the counter, gently guiding him to turn around with his chest and stomach pressed to the counter, and his delectable ass within easy reach.

"You are going to regret teasing me, princess," San whispered huskily into the shell of Wooyoung's ear, the combination of that and the coolness of the counter making him shiver in anticipation.

"Show me, daddy. Make me behave." he shot back saucily, wiggling his backside at San, knowing he was playing with fire. He knew San loved it, loved to take control in their sex play, and loved Wooyoung's sassy, but compliant nature. Wooyoung was quickly learning how to use San's nature against him.

Wooyoung felt a sharp sting on his ass, San had given him a few quick slaps, and the sting made his cock leap. It hurt so good. Wooyoung craved more.

"You will pay for that." said San, as he shoved a finger into Wooyoung's face, Wooyoung immediately took it, and one more into his mouth, covering them in saliva. San quickly removed them, and then Wooyoung felt the familiar sting of San's finger working into him, stretching, prepping him for San's sizeable cock.

San was impatient, but also still took time to make sure he didn't hurt Woo. Wooyoung for his part was desperate to feel San sink balls deep in him.

He could feel San working his fingers in Woo, stretching him out.

"Ngghh, I need you, San, please..." Woo trailed off as San swiftly removed his fingers and suddenly Wooyoung felt something nudging at his hole. He relaxed his upper body on the counter, preparing for San to enter him, but instead, the object began to vibrate inside him, sending him into a spiral of euphoria. San was gently pulsing the small toy in and out, coming so close to where Wooyoung wanted him, but still teasing.

San leaned over him, his weight pressing Wooyoung against the counter. "I told you, princess, you'd regret playing with me."

Wooyoung could only whimper in response. "What was that sweetheart?" San's words were sweet but his tone was dangerous. It sent another shiver racing through Wooyoung, pleasure building in his belly and low spine.

San pushed the toy in far enough to make contact with Wooyoung's bundle of nerves, and he could feel his cock leaking with every thrust. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

"San, please...." He whined

"Yes, princess, beg. How much do you want to come?"

Wooyoung breathlessly tried to respond. "P-please...S-san, let me..c-come" he gasped between thrusts.

Then San and the toy was gone.

Before Wooyoung fully understood what had happened, San pulled him up off the counter, and spun him around, connecting tier mouths in a searing kiss. Wooyoung's leaking erection painting a stripe against San's equally hard cock.

"I want to see you when you come" San purred in his low sexy voice. Wooyoung was getting desperate. He needed to feel San inside him, he needed to come. This torture was making him needy.

San seemed to sense that Wooyoung was hanging on by a thin thread, and again scooped him up, hands under his delectable thighs, and navigated them to his bedroom, keeping his mouth on the sexy man in his arms as much as he dared. Once he reached the bedroom he wasted no time sitting on the edge of the bed, Wooyoung still wrapped around him.

"Ride me." San said, staring into Wooyoung's dilated eyes. Woo would do anything San asked of him at this point, so desperate to continue feeling the intense pleasure.

San scooted himself onto the bed more, and Wooyoung readjusted his position so he was straddling San's thighs, his cock wedged between Woo's ass cheeks, as Woo smirked.

"I see you haven't learned yet." San smirked. "You must want to be spanked more."

Wooyoung gasped, but a flood of precum gave him away. Woo then proceeded to lift himself up and grabbed San's cock, aligning it to his rim. He slowly, achingly began to gently sink down on San.

He was so hot, so tight, so perfect. San was using all his willpower to stay still, and not buck up into Wooyoung. The sight of Wooyoung bouncing on his cock was erotic. He shut his eyes, and reminded himself to breathe.

Woo for his part was struggling to make it last. He set a grueling pace, uneven and needy. He'd planned to go slow, ride San, tease him, make him beg, but instead, he was having the best sex of his life, and he couldn't go slow, he needed this like he needed air. He ground down on San again and again until he felt that familiar tightening in his lower stomach. He was close. San let out a shuddered groan, "Woo, I'm...coming."

That was all it took for Wooyoung to go flying over the edge. His climax hit him hard as he felt San pulsing inside him. His come painting San's stomach and chest. Wooyoung had a brief moment of possessive pride. This incredibly sexy man was his, under him, marked by him.

He slowly rose off of San's softening cock, and grabbed a towel to clean himself and San off. It was a half-hearted attempt as he was much more interested in returning to the sexy naked man in bed. San looked handsome, his lips swollen from Wooyoung's kisses, his arm open for Wooyoung to join him. Wooyoung crawled in and snuggled into San's chest, feeling euphoric and safe.

They spent the rest of the evening talking quietly, sharing stories about their childhoods, their dreams, and the little things that made them who they were. San spent most of the time gently stroking Wooyoung's back, or trailing his hands through Woo's hair. There were no walls left between them, no lingering shadows of doubt or fear. Only trust, warmth, and a love that felt as steady as the earth beneath their feet.

When the night finally came to a close, San felt something he hadn't felt in years—a sense of belonging, Wooyoung in his bed, in his arms felt like home.

As he drifted off to sleep with Wooyoung's arms around him, he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter. A chapter filled with love, laughter, and a future he was finally ready to embrace.