sin - woosan

f i f t y

San was peppering Wooyoung's neck with soft kisses the whole elevator ride, obstructing his walking as he was backhugging him as he did so. As soon as the younger shut the door behind them, San tackled him into the door, hogging up all the space, and landing chaste kisses all over his face. The younger was giggling and screeching as he was being hounded with kisses until suddenly it all stopped. He was still pressed into the door, San's arms caging him in, but now instead of lips on his skin, he saw San's soft eyes scan him as though he were scared this moment would vanish the second they separate from the door.

"You're so beautiful, Youngie. Did I ever tell you that?"

Wooyoung tilted his face as if judging him, but the tender smile across his face screamed otherwise, "everyday."

"Well, you look beautiful, Wooyoung. Today, yesterday, tomorrow. You're beautiful everyday, and I cant believe I get to be the one to witness your beauty everyday." Wooyoung hid behind his hands as his face flushed red, "don't cover your face! I wanna see you!" When he managed to remove his hands, San was starstruck once again. The red painting his features, and the shy smile etched onto his lips, he couldn't help but lean down. He caught Wooyoung's lips in a slow kiss. This was unlike any of their previous kisses, this one wasn't rushed, wasn't hungry, wasn't needy. It was slow and sensual. San's hand cupped the side of his face, angling his chin up to kiss him deeper. Wooyoung sighed into the kiss, his hands rising to wrap around his neck.

San's hand slips down to encircle his waist, detaching his back from the door as they waddled back to the bed in the middle of the room. Once Wooyoung felt the leg of the bed hit the back of his knees, he fell back with San's weight resting comfortably above him. They continued in the slow, rhythmic kiss, only pulling away for air. San caressed Wooyoung's cheek softly as he tilted his head and dove back in, this time their teeth clashed making Wooyoung whine into the kiss, San swallowing the sound. It was a war of tongues, teeth, and silent moans. San pulled away, placing his thigh between Wooyoung's spread legs, his skilled hands quick to unbutton his blouse as his lips dipped lower and lower with each inch of skin that was unraveling. He thrived under the sounds Wooyoung was emitting, pride swimming in his veins as he watched how his lips alone makes the younger a whiney mess.

"A-ah," he brokenly cries out as he rocks his hips against the older's thigh. San works on his pants quickly, ridding his boyfriend of any clothes. Wooyoung hisses as the cold air hits his body, feeling exposed as he was completely naked for San's vision only. He squirmed when he noticed San's eyes honing in on his body, aching to be touched, to be played with, to be pleased.  "Sannie, please," he begged.

"Please what, angel? Use your words for me, darling..."

"Please touch me, please."

It didnt take him a second longer before his lips were on the younger's nipple, swirling around, and his other hand grasped his hardening dick, teasing the tip with his thumb as Wooyoung's back arched at the unexpected sensations. A broken moan ripped out of him as he scratched at San's back, "this off, please." In an instant, San stripped himself from his clothes, standing in all his glory in front of Wooyoung. He watched the younger drink him all in, practically drooling at his cock.

"Look at you, baby, so cock hungry... You want this in your mouth?" Wooyoung quickly nodded, looking quite pathetic San had to frown at him. "Well too bad I have other plans," he inched forward, dropping a kiss on Wooyoung's chhek, "I wanna take my time with you today, doll." Wooyoung's body felt like it was on fire as he heard the next instruction from his lover, "I wanna watch you open yourself up for me, angel."

San sat back on the chair. in the corner of the room, looking awfully too proud as he saw Wooyoung sucking off his own fingers before stuffing them into his hole. He heard him whimper about how he wished they were San's finger's instead, but San made no move to help him, jus watching his boyfriend get ruined as he inserted another finger into his gaping hole. When he felt like it was enough, San got up and pulled his fibers out, making Wooyoung pout at the emptiness, but he quickly gasped as he felt San's tongue thrust into him at a relentless pace. Wooyoung's fingers were shoved into San's hair, gripping him in place as San ate him out. When he felt like he was stretched out enough, San detached himself from his hole, pumping his own dick, precum already leaking from it as he stared at his boyfriend anamilistically.

Wooyoung's eyes were blown wide as he waited patiently for San to enter him, but San took his sweet time doing so. The slowness burned as he sunk deeper into him, the tightness and heat making him go feral until he bottomed out. He stayed there for a moment allowing Wooyoung time to adjust before he completely pulled out of him only to thrust in deeper. A moan broke out, much loader than any he's heard before, back arched as his head fell against the mattress. He saw Wooyoung's clenched hands and intertwined their fingers instead, making the younger look at him past his wet lashes. "You're so pretty like this, Wooyoung. Wish we could stay like this forever, you take me so well."

"S-san..."

"Yes, baby," he said, thrusting deeper into him as Wooyoung's grip tightened on his hands.

"I-a-aah, I l-love you."

San bent down, making him reach new spots inside Wooyoung, to leave a small peck on his lips, "I love you."

They stayed that way, San's hands interlocked in Wooyoung's as he thrusted into him slow and deep, both groaning as they feel their climax hit. Wooyoung was the first to cum, feeling San's dribble out of his ass not even a beat later. It was sticky everywhere, between his thighs, on his stomach, some even reached the bottom of his chin, he didnt even know that was possible. San smiled at him ,leaning down to lick the cum from his chin before he pulled out completely, ready to clean them up with a clean towel. Once he discarded of the used towel, he joined a sleepy Wooyoung on the bed, wrapping his arms around his torso as Wooyoung's back was pressed against his chest.

There was a beat of silence as Wooyoung drew random shapes on the older's hands, before piping up again in a small voice, "Sannie?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you ever think we'll get married?"

San sat with the thought for a minute, before realizing just how easy the answer came to him, "I hope so." I want to , was what he meant to say, but the satisfied hum from the younger was enough of a confirmation he wished the same.

So, although the future seemed so out of reach, for right now? Everything seemed alright.

—fin.