"Just shut up and suck my dick already"
"If you pull my hair again I'll bite it off"
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When a fuck boy and an ex fuck boy end up becoming step brothers and sleep right across from each other, it becomes practically impossible to keep their hands to...
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After San had left he patted himself dry back in the bedroom then quickly slide into the sheets. Since his clothes were still wet and were currently aired out on the small table in the motel, he was forced to sleep naked.
They both were.
He lays in silence, counting the cloud patterns on the wallpaper across the bed in his head. A few minutes pass and Wooyoung walks out, towel around his hips. San stares at his beautiful figure, skin pale, black hair damp. He could never get over how perfect the younger is.
Wooyoung greets San with a tight lipped smile with which San responds with his own surprised/unsure small smile. So now he's back to smiling at me? Wooyoung turns to his clothes that's when he realized they were wet and he has nothing to wear. "Crap" He mutters under his breath.
"Clothes are wet" San echoes his thoughts.
"Yeah.. I see that" He mutters in reply. He doesn't waste anytime in taking off the towel. The peice of cloth sliding off his petite hips. Because his back was turned to San all the older could do was stare and admire his ass. One that he's seen multiple times but still couldn't get over how perfectly shaped they were. As strange as that sounds..
Wooyoung turns around, a slight air of awkwardness, then he walks to the bed. The two males stare at each other as Wooyoung slide under the covers.
Wooyoung layed on his back, eyes staring at the ceiling while San resumed his cloud counting. It was deathly silent as neither of them really knew what to say. San had to force himself not to think about the fact that Wooyoung was completely naked and only a reach away from him in the double sized bed.
"There's a reason why I keep my hair long" Wooyoung finally breaks the silence.
San doesn't say anything at first. He slowly turned his head on the pillow and looks at Wooyoung. Wooyoung turns to look back.
"Which is?"
"That's the only way people will pay to attention to me... if I hide my face behind long bangs they won't be as turned off by my face"
San narrows his eyes in confusion. He thinks Wooyoung is one of the prettiest dudes he's ever met. His sharp jawline and delicate features. His plump lips and large deep brown eyes. Fuck, he personally thinks Wooyoung is breathtakingly handsome.
"Well shit, if you're self conscious of your face then what does that say about me?"
"You're handsome though.."
"So are you. Listen I'm not gonna try to talk you into suddenly being self confident, I know as well as anyone that it's not that simple, but just know that you're worth more than your face or body or... whatever else... You're smart, funny and just great to be around-"
"You don't get it" Wooyoung cuts him off. "I love having sex because it's an escape for me. I never have to think about how fucked up I am or how I have no idea what I want to do in the future. In those several minutes of sex I never have to... think"
