fledarmûs || woosan

「chapter 13」: gold

do i have to put a mature warning if it's not explicit??

well im telling y'all, they're fucking, but not explicitly (this chapter is like 90% fluff)

ig very mild gore warning? (it's cannibalism. y'all know the metaphor.)

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In the dark of his room, he laid in San's arms, listening to the soft heartbeat just beneath his ear. His body hummed, faintly, with some leftover ecstasy, and their skin was warm against each other, and he wanted to stay like that forever, warm and safe and entirely content. One of his arms loosely draped over his boyfriend's waist, their legs entangled, and in his fingertips and palms lingered the curves and dips and edges of San's body.

Despite his tiredness and exhaustion, he stayed awake to soak up every last bit of this endless moment. Everything in him glowed. Whatever few thoughts visited his mind were fleeting, unsubstantial, allowing him to direct all the fragments of a focus he still had on the way his skin felt where it touched San's, on that warm thing that was everywhere in him and around him, on his own heart that beat in rhythm with the other's. He felt as if he bathed in sunlight.

Just as he wondered if San was asleep, the man sighed lightly and began to lazily caress his back, his thumb drawing mellow circles onto Wooyoung's skin. And when his boyfriend kissed his head, and that glowing thing grew even larger, his heart and tired mind agreed that this was everything he'd ever wanted. To be held and cared for and at home in another person's arms.

San's other hand ran through the witch's hair. "I love you," he whispered, and the words spread through the warmth between them like golden ink in water, undulating with swirls of beauty and weaving tight thread between their open souls.

A wide smile lit up Wooyoung's dormant face, and his heart was too big for his chest, overflowing with light and warmness and bleeding endless joy. "I love you too," he whispered back, and it was true. He engraved this moment into the flesh of his heart; he'd keep it with him, always, and he'd paint it into his soul on purpose, he'd remember it on purpose, he'd treasure it on purpose.

San laid his hand on the witch's cheek and tilted his head up, melting their smiles together in a tender kiss that sealed their promise and kept it singing between them like a sun made just for them. "I thought you're sleeping," he confessed, his voice shaped by his smile.

Wooyoung opened his eyes and regarded his boyfriend, taking all the time in the world to look at the cute dimples, the pretty moles, that smile he loved so much. He could've done this forever. It struck him again, as he lay there, enveloped by San and that warm, lovely thing, that he was exceptionally lucky to have met him.

"You know," he whispered, conspiratorially, "I'm really happy. You make me really happy. I don't think I told you that before, but I mean it. I'm so glad that you're in my life." He kissed him, and he could feel that the other's heartbeat had sped up. "I love you."

With a tortured sigh, an impossibly wide smile and a deep-red face, San retracted his arms from the embrace, turned on his back and hid his face with his hands. "Why are you so fucking cute?" he asked as Wooyoung pushed himself onto his elbows to be able to watch the man's face, and the witch giggled.

"Aww, flustered, are we?" His own smile stretched so wide over his cheeks that they hurt. "Adorable."

"Fuck off." San briefly lifted one hand from his face to lightly shove his boyfriend, who dramatically overreacted to this by rolling away until he laid on his back, two foot distance between them.