Through Your Lens

chapter 10: intimacy

"you've never been touched before, have you?" he asked, noticing the pink flush rising on wooyoungs cheeks.

san's pov

i watched as wooyoung shook his head, i could tell he was nervous.

"you're the first..." he responded with, his hands travelling up my shoulder to my nape.

he's perfect. god help me.

my stomach churned and my heart skipped a beat at the words he said, and i fought the urge to claim him right then and there like i so badly wanted to, but i couldn't. not with my beautiful boy. so i decided to take it slow.

my hands stroked the back of his hair, "we'll take it slow. if there's anything you're unhappy with, promise me you'll tell me." he nodded in response. "i need to hear a yes, darling."

"yes, i promise i'll tell you."

as soon as i got the confirmation i needed, i closed the gap between us again, silencing his sweet voice. wooyoungs hands gripped a little tighter on my neck, and i felt a soft whimper against my lips. one of his hands found its way to my button up, unbuttoning the buttons and taking off my shirt. he pulled away for a brief moment and he admired my build. i'm going to go crazy if he keeps looking at me like that.

his innocent gaze met my own, almost in shock. "i said that out loud didn't i?"

"be quiet, and kiss me" wooyoung sassily said, before he kissed me with an emotion that felt like pure sex. pure need. pure want. i kissed him back with just as much emotion, my grip tightening on his waist.

the desire in me only grew stronger as we made out, and i flipped us over, laying wooyoung on his back with me on top of him. i placed one of my hands beside his head to keep myself steady, the other hand running along his back, then to his stomach, then under his shirt and all over again, squeezing at the flesh on his body. i needed a taste.

i pulled back and grabbed the hem of the sweater he was wearing, pulling it up. "arms up, baby," i ordered, which he obligingly obeyed. the sight of his naked torso under mine was erotic, and i noticed how much smaller he was than me. sure, i'd seen wooyoung shirtless before, but this time was different. this time, i wanted to mark him up in every spot possible. so i did. i leant back down and hovered over his petite body, my mouth nipping at his jaw as i kissed down it. his arms wrapped around my shoulders. i could feel his body heat as he encouraged my movements.

when i made my way down to wooyoung's chest, his breath became unsteady. i pulled at his right nipple as i took the other one in my mouth, playing with it with my tongue. he let out a soft sigh which made my close my eyes. god, i could listen to the sound of wooyoung's delicate, soft sighs and whimpers all day long. i switched my mouth to his right nipple and did the same, before leaving bright red buckets all over his chest, going back up and doing the same along his neck.

sitting up, i looked down at my work. my personal canvas. if i could paint like this, i would never stop. there was different shades of blue and red along wooyoung's torso, his lips swollen from biting them. the tips of his hair had become slightly sweaty, and when i locked eyes with him my whole world stopped. wooyoung looked up at me with pleading eyes, begging me to do something. "san..."

that's it. i couldn't wait anymore. the way my name left his mouth in such ache. i immediately took off my belt, along with my trousers and briefs, and watched the way wooyoung stared at me, i smirked. he looked shocked at my size, as if he'd never seen a dick before. after taking the rest of wooyoungs clothes off, i leant back down on top of him, dick heavy and big. i kissed his inner thighs, moving more up every kiss.