𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 • 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Our Desires

Wooyoung sobbed into Yeosang's neck knowing that although the hold Wooyoung had on Yeosang would help him, it would take time for Yeosang's wound to heal. A wound like this would not disappear in seconds, it could take hours, a day even, and Yeosang didn't have that kind of time, he was losing too much blood.

There was one way of speeding up the healing process, the idea of it, the whole concept of it, it terrified Wooyoung.

Sex.

Sex activated and elevated the healing process and soul mates who had sex regularly were the happiest people on this now retched planet plagued by the scum of the underworld.

But since Wooyoung lived on the platonic friendship plain the idea of sex with his best friend just seemed wrong.

. . .until now

Wooyoung was desperate and somehow the act didn't seem so daunting, his body secretly craved it. But Yeosang was unconscious, he couldn't do that to him even though he knew that Yeosang wouldn't mind. Yeosang loved and wanted Wooyoung and Wooyoung knew it.

Wooyoung pressed his face against Yeosang's limp body willing him to wake up. Willing for Yeosang to open his eyes, to move his hand, anything that could signify that the embrace he was giving him was working, and that what he was currently thinking of doing was ok. Wooyoung wouldn't do anything more then hold Yeosang until he had Yeosang's consent.

Blood stained his own body and the wet feeling of Yeosang's open flesh against his skin made his stomach churn. The only telltale sign that Yeosang was alive was the soft warm breath that hit his own skin every few seconds and the soft pumping of Yeosang vein on his neck under Wooyoung's fingers.

Maybe it was only minutes or maybe it was longer but after what felt like ages Yeosang finally shifted in Wooyoung's arms.

Wooyoung pulled away slightly from Yeosang looking at the wound, the gash was no better, but the blood had slowed and appeared to have pretty much stopped.

". . . h-help . .m-me" Yeosang whispered, it was like every fibre of his being was straining just to say those two words

"I want to. I can. But only with your consent"

"j-ust . .f-iX . .mE" Yeosang heaved "Y-you kn-ow . .h-how"

Wooyoung took his jacket off Yeosang's  shoulders and placed it on the forest floor.

"Are you sure, squeeze my hand if your sure" Wooyoung took Yeosang's hand and sure enough he squeezed. Wooyoung then carefully placed Yeosang on his back, taking expert care in making sure Yeosang was comfortable.

Wooyoung was internally screaming that he was actually doing this as he pulled off his own pants and then ever so gently pulled off Yeosang's.

Yeosang had his eyes screwed shut and he whinnied in pain, Wooyoung immediately stroked Yeosang's thigh like it was the most natural thing to do, soothing him and calming him.

Yeosang was so fragile, helpless and naked in front of him and that petrified him. But seeing that gash only made everything he was doing that much easier, knowing that what he was about to do would fix the boy he loved.

Yeosang needed his help. This is how he could help, and therefore he was somehow able to justify in his mind that what he was about to do was the right thing to do.

Wooyoung wasn't really sure how he was meant to go about this, did he just stick his dick in there? He'd heard of prepping but he had no idea what that meant. It's not like he carried condoms with him. He'd never had sex before, and neither had Yeosang.