sin - woosan

f o r t y - n i n e

Everyone made their way to the reception to celebrate after the ceremony. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were busy greeting guests and maintaining small talk to tend to Wooyoung right now. He yelped as he felt a hand snake around his waist, only to relax as the familiar scent of his boyfriend engulfed him. San's chest was pressed against his back, arms snugly secure around his abdomen, lips eerily close to his ear as he lowly whispers in his ear. "You looked absolutely divine up there, honey. Just wanted to eat you right up," he snickered in his ear, letting his face fall into his hair, breathing the fresh scent.

"Sannie, not here!" he warned.

The older laughed, twirling him around in his arms, "why? No one is watching, doll." Wooyoung's cheeks reddened, making San drop a short kiss on them, "it seems like you like it, hm?"

Wooyoung smacked his shoulder lightly, "stop it. We got all the time to do this back at the hotel!"

"Oh, I cant wait," San says, diving back to lay kisses on Wooyoung's neck. Although he protested, his head craned back, allowing more access. "You just cant seem to help yourself, huh, angel?"

"Sannie!" he whines, and that finally made the older back off, hands raised in surrender.

Suddenly, the music slowed down as it was announced to be the couple's first dance. Wooyoung moved towards the circle of people around the dance floor ready to witness their dance. It was such a beautiful sight, seeing Seonghwa's smile flash so bright as Hongjoong wrapped him up close and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. The couple seemed so happy in each other's orbit, the world around them fading into white noise. Wooyoung watched in awe as they sway across the dance floor. Familiar arms wrap around his torso, and a comforting weight lay on his shoulder, "they're a wonderful couple, aren't they?"

The younger sighed, resting his arms atop San's, turning to the man whose chin is on his shoulder. San meets him halfway and Wooyoung lands a small peck on his lips, "they are." They exchanged smiles before they both turned around to continue watching the couple.

It was only when others started to join that San separated from Wooyoung, twirling him again and asking for his hands, "would you like a dance?"

Wooyoung laughed at the mick bow San did, taking his hand immediately, both making their way to the dance floor as did many other couples. The music switched to a more upbeat song, yet they still swayed in place as though it were the most romantic melody in the world. They don't know how long they stayed on the dance floor, but eventually Wooyoung dragged San off the dance floor when his hands got a little too touchy. They made their way to the corridor, San lips attached to his neck as his hands explored his skin under the shirt.

"Sannie~" the older simply hummed back. "San-ah!" He licked a strip up Wooyoung's neck, tugging at his ear, before Wooyoung shoved him off. "San!"

It seemed the man was love drunk, unable to keep his hands off his lover. He reattached his hands to Wooyoung's waist, a whiny and breathy voice escaping him making Wooyoung's knees go weak. "Need you~ Let's head back to the hotel, I need to taste you."

Woooyoung's head falls back as a moan slips, but his mind clears up, "Sannie, we can't, it's my best friends' weddi-"

San places his thigh between Wooyoung's, the friction causing the younger to stop his speech. He still tried to fight the fog in his brain, "just... a few mo-o..ore hours, San-ah."

"Cant wait, I need you now."

Wooyoung already felt the build up in his stomach, his eyes rolling back as San reattached his lips to his neck, inching downwards to his exposed chest, "hmmm~ you're so yummy, baby. Please, I need to touch you properly."

Wooyoung barely checked the time on his watch, head falling back in pleasure when he felt San's tongue swirl around his nipple, "ngh, fine. We can g-go. Let me just tell the b-boys, y-yeah?"

"Mkay," yet he made no move to stop. Wooyoung was rutting against his leg when the sound of glass shattering was heard. Thankfully it was far and Wooyoung was caught in his state right now. San flinched off of him, allowing Wooyoung to regain consciousness, before grasping San's hand and making their way back to the party, San whining the whole way.

When finally face to face with the others, Wooyoung looked apologetically at his friends, "Joong, Haw Hyung, congratulations, seriously you deserve all the happiness the world has to offer. I wish you a long long future of ha-" A clearing of a throat was heard beside him as San tried to act nonchalant while also silently getting impatient and asking him to hurry up. Wooyoung's jaw tensed, turning back to the couple to see them snickering.

"You can go, Woo. Wouldn't wanna keep your man waiting," they all eyes the tent in San's pants that was growing.

Yeosnag snorted, "couldn't wait a few more hours to bang? Good luck, Wooyoung."

"Yes, thank you for understanding! Thanks you for inviting us, Hongjoong Hyung and Seonghwa-sshi, it was an honor, but now if you'll excuse us!" San tried to walk away but Wooyoung stayed put.

He had small tears in his eyes as he looked at the couple, "I'm so happy for you both," he weeped with a smile.

Seonghwa grew weak at the sentiment, hugging the youngest close, hearing someone murmur, "never thought Woo was such a sap at weddings," in a voice that sounded eerily like that of Yeosnag.

San watched the interaction closely before he felt a pat on his back from none other than the groom. The shorter man smiled at him, rubbing his back as he spoke, "take care of him for me, will you?"

San beamed down at him, "are you kisdding? I put that kid before my own brother!"

"You hate your brother," Hongjoong deadpanned.

"Just appreciate the sentiment, it means he means more to me than my own family," he sighed.

"I wish you both well, oh and, don't forget to use protection!" San smiled at the older man, watching as he reunited with his husband, and feeling an arm loop with his.

"I'm ready to go now."