Woosan III Drugs

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Wooyoung felt San pick him up. He didn't complain. Being honest he didn't mind having San's hands on his ass. He felt as his back hit the wall with a force, making a moan escape from his mouth. He could feel San's grip loosen and let him drop down a bit.

He sat down on the floor, his legs spread the slightest as San knelt before him. San moved his face away for a moment and the they locked eyes. The other's eyes filled with passion and desire as he started to close his eyes.

San attacked his mouth and they collided into one. San's mouth attached onto his, he fell backwards onto the floor with a moan. San's body pressed onto him in between his legs, he could feel San's rough vainly hands moving around his own body.

A loud moan escaped from San, as he pulled the elder's hair and deepened the kiss. Thoughts of San crowed his mind as San's hand traveled down to the hem of his pants. He felt as San's hand reached the hem of his boxers, tugging at them slightly.

Engrossed in San's body, lips, and hair, he had no time to think about what he was doing or what was happening. 

San bit his bottom lip, making another loud and muffled moan come out of the other. The vibrations running through both of them, sending electric shocks running through their blood and making its way down their bodies.

San's hand started to stoke his member causing him to moan louder and more into the kiss. San's tongue was sweeping across his mouth, not missing a single spot by now. Causing him to fall deeper and harder into the kiss. A moaned escaped the elder's mouth.

San's hand swiftly reached out of his pants and San's head shot up. He moved to kiss the elder again, but San had stood up and went to put on his shirt. Shaking his head San went to the door and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him as he ran out.

His head fell back and hit the wall. He cursed himself for letting that happen, doing nothing to stop it. He didn't stop it. Neither did San. He shook his head and got back up onto his feet. He cursed San under his breath as he moved to grab his shirt.

He grabbed it and fast-walked to the bathroom, not wanting to wake anyone still but deciding he didn't care. It was early enough anyways.

He turned on the shower and stepped in the freezing cold water, wishing that he didn't have to be woken up this early and could have just tried to go back to sleep. But no, he had to get up and eat a snack before day break.

Images of San's hands on his body, and San shirtless stuck in his mind. The feeling of not caring and letting go on San's lips while San's hands moved around on his body. He lifted his face up by the shower head, letting all the cold water rush around on his face. And all the thoughts drift away.

He couldn't manage to get San's picture and feeling out of his head though.

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There was a knock on the bathroom door as he stepped out of it. "Wooyoung." The knowing voice of Hongjoong said, "Hurry up and come out, or I'm coming in." He shook his head, knowing fully well that Hongjoong would walk in and talk to him.

"Coming." He replied in a smaller voice than he had with San. He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door just as the door opened by itself, revealing an angry faced Hongjoong. Who's face softened up as the elder's eyes met with his teary and red eyed face.

"Come sit." Hongjoong said as he walked a little bit to his and Yeosang's shared room. He followed the older and closed the door behind him as he got into the room. Hongjoong was shaking his head a bit before he sat down on his own bed.

"What happened?" Hongjoong questioned as his eyes starred holes into the floor. "What do you mean?" "You know exactly what I mean. Or do you want me to bring Park Seonghwa in here and have him explain." Not in the mood to listen he spat back a reply.

"You mean your boyfriend?" He asked him, moving his gaze from the floor right into the surprised stare of Hongjoong. Hongjoong's eyes turned from surprised into sad into anger in the speed of a second. Not going unnoticed from him. 

"What did you and Choi San do? That had him running out of the apartment and you in the shower for three hours?" He looked into the eyes of the man he thought of as a father, and loyal family member. "How d-did you know?" He stuttered out.

The other sighed and shook his head, their gazes never leaving each others. "Park Seonghwa told me San had texted him saying he was leaving for a while around three in the morning. And then he heard a shower turn on and his mind went to worrying."

He looked at the other, him and Seonghwa's relationship undeclared but not denied. "We kissed." He said, making Hongjoong's eyes glare a shade of anger before softening up the smallest bit to listen. "For a while. Then it turned to more."

The images raced into his mind once again. He didn't know it had been three hours, because with San in his mind it had felt like three minutes. "Before he got my pants off, he suddenly lifted up and ran off." A small tear slid down the side of his cheek.

Hongjoong immediately got up and ran to him, soothing his head and insisting that he lay down. Hongjoong layed down right beside him. "You two didn't stop each other, until one of you had the chance to think. San was the one who got past the thought of only you in his mind first. If he didn't stop it, you might've." Hongjoong said knowingly.

"How do you know this?" He asked in a small voice, while he blinked some of the tears threatening to fall away. "Because the same thing happened between me and Seonghwa." He didn't bother to question the other. Because exhaustion from standing in the shower for three hours, and spending a while with San hit harder than it was meant to.