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Top!Wooyoung x Bottom!San Graphic depiction of sex between two consenting, adult, kinky men. Degradation/humiliation kink. A lot of teasing. Choking kink. Mirrors.
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'God, he drives me insane.' Wooyoung muttered, digging his nails into his palms to distract himself from the growing bulge in his jeans.
Choi San was dancing. The dark-haired boy was oblivious to Wooyoung's eyes on him, lost in the music, and entirely focused on getting the moves right. Yet, he must have known someone was watching. Why else would he roll his hips in the sluttiest of ways? At least, that's what Wooyoung thought as he cursed San and his perfect features.
The music stopped and San stood, head bowed, breathing heavily. Wooyoung began to leave but just then, San raised his head and their eyes met in the mirrored wall of the practice room. San smirked at the fading flush on Wooyoung's face.
'Did you like that?' San asked, purposefully lowering his voice, knowing exactly what effect that had on Wooyoung.
Wooyoung was speechless and San loved it. Their little game of cat and mouse had begun almost a week ago when the eight members of Ateez had officially met for the first time. Wooyoung was instantly attracted to San and did not attempt to hide it.
That, perhaps, was Wooyoung's first mistake. Since then, the older boy had done everything in his power to tease Wooyoung mercilessly. San would be lying if he said he didn't love the attention Wooyoung gave him but that was all. This was simply a game to him. For Wooyoung, it was personal and as San began to walk past him and leave the practice room, Wooyoung decided he had had enough.
Wooyoung instinctively grabbed the back of San's shirt. San's eyes widened in shock. He turned to glance at the younger boy and gulped. He had never seen Wooyoung look this sadistic. It was hot.
San remained frozen in disbelief as he was pushed back into the room and the door was shut behind him. It was only the sound of the door being locked that snapped him out of his trance.
'The fuck do you think you're doing?' San huffed, starting to push past Wooyoung but finding that the younger boy was much stronger than he looked.
'I'm doing exactly what you've been begging me to do for the past week, darling. Or did you think you could get away with acting like a whore? Are you that much of a dumb slut?' Wooyoung smiled to himself as the slightest blush crept onto San's features. Try as he might, San couldn't ignore the way his knees went weak at the names Wooyoung was calling him. Secretly, San loved being treated like this, but how could Wooyoung possibly know that?
