implausible - woosan

chapter twenty

a/n: kinda content warning👀👀

tw: mentions of sh, vague descriptions of sh (in the past)

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i feel you on my fingertips
my tongue dances behind my lips
for you there's fire rising through my being burning

san wooyoung/third person

05.08.17

wooyoung inhales sharply, eyelids fluttering in mild panic. he half wants to say, yeah, dumbass. i feel the pressure of your lips on my skin, but san's face is still so close to his; he can feel his breath, and his hand remains in his hair. the electricity he feels is undeniable, and the mess san's reducing him into is definitely becoming evident.

"like what?" he answers with an unsteady question, the words stuck in his throat. his breathing quickens as he feels san smile slowly against his skin.

the vulnerability of their previous conversation seems to have shifted something. somehow, he feels they've gotten closer. he wonders if that's why san's suddenly acting like this. if he just can't help himself.

"truth or truth, princess." the older chides, moving his mouth to whisper the words into his ear before kissing the shell of it. "i want to know."

wooyoung shudders as san's teeth skim his earlobe. "i-" he tries, but breaks off with a whimper as the boy drags his tongue down his jaw and onto his neck.

"san-" he breathes out helplessly, shutting his eyes as the older places an open-mouthed kiss on his skin.

"tell me what you feel." san demands assertively, grazing his lips over his neck.

wooyoung can't find the words to describe everything san's doing to him. he's making his head spin, sending feelings straight down to the pit of his stomach and turning him inside out. he's on fire, a burning match set alight by the hand he's been needing to truly live, before being nothing but a bland portion of what he was capable of becoming once lit.

he's a about to say something, but san stops, suddenly drawing away from him. "okay then," he says, and wooyoung despises how unaffected he sounds.

"suppose if you can't answer we'll just keep studying."

and now wooyoung's mad. mad at san for being seemingly so stoic and indifferent. mad at how stupidly turned on he is from just a few touches, and mad that san's willing to leave him high and dry.

"no." he gets out, sitting up so he's close to san again. he finds the front of his shirt, tugging san down onto him roughly. "we're not done."

"oh?" screw him. he can hear the smirk in his voice. "what about studying?"even as he asks the question, san's putting his hands on him.

"fuck studying." wooyoung hisses, fists tightening around the material of san's clothes. "don't act like you don't want me any less than i want you."

"hmm." san hums, and wooyoung revels at the unsteadiness of his tone. he's coming apart. "so answer the question then."

the words softly tickle his jaw, and he gasps, back arching as san's hand slides underneath his shirt, igniting his skin. "i don't just feel something,"he manages, voice shaking. tipping his head back, wooyoung lets san press a kiss onto his adam's apple, which bobs when he finishes his sentence. "i feel everything, all at once."

it's the only way to describe it, and he seems more than satisfied with the answer. it's no secret san has some sort of inferiority complex. he has to dominate, at any cost. so there's nothing more invigorating than wooyoung, wide eyed and panting, shrinking under him.