"I love you for who you are, every part of you." With those words, Wooyoung felt a warmth bloom in his chest, a sense of acceptance that he had longed for. "I love you too, San," he whispered, his heart swelling with emotion. "Then let's make this moment count," San said, capturing Wooyoung's lips once more, their connection deepening as they lost themselves in each other. In that moment, surrounded by love and acceptance, Wooyoung knew he had found his safe haven in San. Wooyoung is a college student struggling with depression and suicidal tendencies, that's until he meets San, a hockey player for the college. What could go wrong? A Woosan story

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"