𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕃𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕤 ATEEZ

Chapter 2 - The Lollipops

"Sangiiiie, come here." Wooyoung asked, throwing himself on the bed in front of Yeosang. The older was currently leaning against the headboard, trying to read a book for class. A book he didn't particularly like. A book that he'd throw out the window if it didn't cost half of their rent and was the sole suggested material for his next quiz.

"You look stressed, let me help." Wooyoung offered crawling on his elbows to reach between his legs.

The younger didn't bother waiting for an answer to unzip his jeans and pull his soft length out, working his hand to make it harden for him. They hadn't done anything like that for a while, since San was the one hogging Wooyoung's attention now. Worry crossed his mind, if everything was alright with them. The younger knew exactly how to work him though, having done it a million times before and it didn't leave much space for worry. It wasn't any of his business anyway.

"Sangie has been so distant lately, is everything okay?" The younger was talking in pout, enunciating his words with a whine in his voice.

"Just stressed." He was trying his best not to moan, embarrassed that the other had gotten him to that point so fast.

"Are you upset about what happened the other day?" Wooyoung asked a bit of his exaggerated expression cracking, the corner of his lips fighting with themselves to not twitch up. He stopped stroking him, leaning forward to take him into his mouth.

"I'm not." Yeosang groaned. Was this supposed to be an interrogation tactic?

"San was worried." He mumbled coming up briefly and sinking back down on his cock.

"I don't want to talk about it while you're sucking me off, Wooyoung." Yeosang answered with slight annoyance.

Wooyoung just let out an unconvinced sound, breath hitting his dick as he laid back on Yeosang's stomach and started to suck on the head lazily.

"Don't wanna think about San?" He asked.

"I really don't." The older replied flatly.

"Don't you wish he was here sucking your dick with me?" Wooyoung asked licking the underside of his length, eyes staring up teasingly.

Yeosang didn't have an answer for that, only staring back with a troubled expression.

"I know you like him too, you don't need to hide it from me." Wooyoung lazily announced, then continue on with a smile. "He likes you too."

"Wooyoung..." Yeosang dragged out his name planning it to be a protest, but coming out practically as a moan. Wooyoung's hand was back at work and his mind was getting too hazy for this conversation.

"We both like him and he likes the both of us. Isn't that perfect, Sangie?" Wooyoung picked up the pace rendering the older breathless.

"You're always so bad at apologies, how about you let me help you this time." He continued to suggest mischievously.

Yeosang was so close he barely listened to Wooyoung until the younger suddenly stopped, a loud whine escaping his lips. Wooyoung backed away and got up, heading towards his backpack to look for something. Yeosang watched him expectantly, but the only thing the other came back with was his cellphone.

When he laid back down he gripped onto Yeosang's cock again with one hand, moving slowly. With his other hand he turned on his phone given it most of his attention.

"Are we really doing this right now?" Yeosang asked in disbelief.

"I told you I was gonna help you apologize." Wooyoung told him without looking up.