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Assistant: Title: Woosan
        Author: orphan_account orphan_account 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: What if Woosan was a thing?
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              What if Woosan was a thing?
            
        

        
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          “Maybe we should try it.” San states as he fixes his glasses and doesn’t look away from his phone screen. Wooyoung hums back but doesn’t look away from the shoe he is cleaning. “You agree hmm or you’ll think about it hmm?” San asked, now lowering the screen slightly as he searched for confirmation. “Hmm? What?” Wooyoung asked and San sighed. “Woosan.” San said as if he was explaining it clearer. “Yeah, Woosan, What?” Wooyoung asks bluntly, looking to san with his head tilted back to look through the lenses sitting low on his nose. “Atiny think we do it. We should do it.” San shrugs and Woo furrows his brow. “Do it?” Wooyoung asks and as he says it back to San it starts to come clear that is literally what he meant. ‘Do IT.’ Woo scoffed. San frowned. “Do it?” Wooyoung asked again but accusingly now. “Well why not? You have something better going on?” San asked and Wooyoung had to close his eyes at the head spin of his reality changing. “Something better? San what the f@ck?” Wooyoung shook his head and looked so taken aback. “Sorry. I just... I would like to try it. At least. I just don’t know how to ask you if... you would? Like... to try... it.” San almost sounded shy but he held Wooyoungs eyes with a confidence that came with years of solid relationship building between them. Wooyoung turned back to his shoe with a shake of his head. Wooyoung put his hand back into position to continue his work but couldn’t make the movements come. Was San for real? “Woo?” San asked. He sounded insecure now. How he often did when Wooyoung brushed him off or grumbled at him. Wooyoung froze but he knew San was relentless like this. He would continue to poke until Woo broke and gave him a smile or a laugh or even a flirty slap on the shoulder to let the taller know everything was ok between them. “San.” Wooyoung said flatly but he knew that wouldn’t be enough. “Young-ah.” San prods in a flat tone. Wooyoung gently sets his tools down and mentally prepares himself for the impending paradigm shift he felt coming. “Yes San?” Wooyoung said calmly as he took off the glove he was wearing to protect his fingers from the chemicals. Woo heard the bed rustle behind him and he could only assume San was moving. Surely enough with in moments of Wooyoung ridding his hands of items, his chair was being pulled on its wheels, back towards the bed and he was being spun around. Wooyoung broke right away, his fist coming to cover his mouth as it pulled into a thin line, but his cheeks gave him away. San knew he had him. Wooyoung can’t resist playful San. San Smirked back as Woo took his glasses off and fixed his hair to take attention away from his loosing battle with his own buried giddiness. “Young-ah. Answer me.” San said in a sulky tone. Wooyoung covered his face with both his hands. His best friend. His best friend until death. His best friend until death is being cute for him. He knew Woo couldn’t handle it. “I don’t remember the question.” Wooyoung groaned from behind his hands. San pulled the chair closer and Woo tucked his legs up and lent back. “I asked...” San started and Woo could feel his warmth on his legs as he lent forward, “If you want to try... it?” San said as if it where a secret. Wooyoung kicked a leg out and found purchase on San chest. He used the leg to try and push himself away but San was faster. San grabbed Wooyoungs other leg in one hand and the one on his chest in the other. San pulled them around his waist and guided the office chair back between his legs, Wooyoung having slipped down and precariously close to sitting on the elders lap. “Doesn’t... Doesn’t this feel a little natural?” San asked and there it was. The paradigm shift. This isn’t something new or different. Just something they haven’t done yet. But it was always going this way. A natural conclusion. Wooyoung had to agree. It felt natural. Natural to have Sans hands on his thighs. He wanted it. He wanted San to pull him closer. He wanted San to try something new with him. It felt exciting. Woo pouted. San smirked. He could read this boy. “I wanna know though, does it really make your heart flutter to be spoken down to?” San asked and eyes brightened as Woo groaned and covered his face again. He was shaking his head but this reaction clearly meant a yes. “See? That’s something we could work on.” San sounded excited and his hands slid up further. Wooyoung doesn’t know what posses him but his hips flex into the touch. San notices. “Oh?” He asks. Stupid polite San. He clearly wants consent. Wooyoung was sure he was bright red. He wanted his glasses back for cover. “Yes?” San prompts again. “What... What are you going to do?” Wooyoung asked and began to speak out behind his fingers. “Nothing. Everything? What do you want me to do?” San was making his brain short circuit. “I mean I have ideas, but I wanna do what you want.” “Ideas?” Wooyoung asked and looked over San. He looked so calm. “Yeah, like... Atiny write about things and some of it is kinda hot but... You know. We can get there.” “What do they say?” Woo prompts. “Oh, you know. Like... They have discussions about who tops and...” “I swear to god,” Woo rubs his eye brow. “Don’t shoot the messenger. These are your fans too.” San laughs. “I don’t think it’s a big deal to bottom.” Wooyoung said confidently but the predatory look in Sans eyes under a questioning brow made Woo flush again, “But I swear to god if you make it a big deal then you can bottom.” Wooyoung glared. But San just raked his eyes over him again. Slowly. Wooyoung felt vulnerable in this position. Mostly because there is not hiding as his d@ck takes interest. “I don’t mind bottoming. But I really wanna f@ck you.” San was looking him in the eye again. Woo looked to the side and closed his eyes. He needed to process for a minute. He had been with boys before. He’s sure San knew. But Woo knew San hadn’t made it past 1st base with a guy. There was some logistics that needed to be considered here.  San looked up at him pleased with himself, wearing a cute smile. “But you didn’t answer me.” San stated as Wooyoung settled into his position and lifted his hips to seat them on San. He looked to his face and searched for what San wanted in his eyes. “What do you want me to do?” “Well I feel like we have to try f@ck@ng right? If that doesn’t work out we know there’s not much else we can do and we have tried it then.” Wooyoung smirked. They both were old enough to know that s@x was s@x. Everyone had it. It wasn’t anything special. But what made it special, was who they were doing it with. This time it actually meant something. That was too exciting to run away from. Wooyoung also knew he was experienced and practiced enough that he could please any partner. Wooyoung knew how to f@ck. He was excited to see the strained face his partners make when they try not to come and the groans of please so loud when they finally do. Wooyoung could make a man feel good. But now the man is his best friend. San smirked and slid one hand slowly up Wooyoungs thigh. He wore a cheeky grin and held Wooyoungs gaze. “Shall I be the first?” San asked with a quirk of his eyebrow. Wooyoung looked down to the hand and so did San. “Your not my first.” Wooyoung murmured and San huffed a laugh through his nose. “I know Woo, I meant,” San paused as his hand reached the clef of Wooyoungs flat hip and his groin. San didn’t hesitate to move his hand over Wooyoungs bulge and squeeze. Woo gasped and hand flew onto the edge of the chair. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. “The first to cross the line.” San offered helpfully with a proud smirk. “You’ve touched me before.” Wooyoung was quick to observe. His hitched breaths and gentle tilt of his hips showing how he was affected. “Not with this intent.” San said playfully and Wooyoung looked up to him bashfully. A pink tinge coming to the bridge of his nose and cheeks at Sans words. “Do you enjoy it?” San asked with a knowing smirk. “Don’t ask me that.” Wooyoung almost whimpered out and covered his eyes with one hand. “Hey...” San paused and swatted at Wooyoungs arm over his face. “We aren’t doing this if it feels awkward for you.” San said and Wooyoung panicked. Sure. It felt awkward but this was San after all. And if there is anyone he could be casual with during s@x, it’s San. And San is just asking a reasonable question. Thankfully he is also patient enough to wait for Wooyoung to get to an answer and gracious enough to accept to sassy/pouty format in which it comes. “Of course it does San, your rubbing my d@ck.” He sasses but it makes San smirk. He knew this boy. He knows how his brain works. More importantly, he knows how to get what he needs from him. “Good. Then I’ll keep doing it.” San says with confidence as he flattens his palm and applies pressure between Woos hips. “Uh~” Woo pants then flushes when San snaps his focus up with eyes of wonder at the noise. “Wait. San.” With a burst of energy fuelled by embarrassment, Wooyoung drops his hands to Sans and stops him. “Can we... Move? I’m not exactly comfortable.” Wooyoung gestured to himself and San shuffled a little before pulling Woo with all his might up onto the bed and depositing him ungracefully into the middle with a bounce. San had shown practical uses for his body mass in the past. Often standing over Wooyoung or picking him up in a hug. San was great for piggy back rides too and always carried the bags. But now, as he moved them he admired his strength anew. “San!” Woo laughed but then the taller boy was on him. Sans eyes were playful. Wooyoung thought he really looked like a cat the way his eyes flicked over Wooyoungs body like he was chasing a laser pointer. Deciding where to strike. Wooyoung moved his hands to cup the others neck and pulled his focus with a smile. “Wanna make out?” Woo asked. San smiled wide and dropped his forehead to Wooyoungs. “Do you?” San asked and looked Wooyoung in the eye as closely as possible. He saw Wooyoungs face crinkle into a smile in his peripheral vision and felt the puff of a laugh on his chin. “Would be weird if we didn’t right now, right?” Wooyoung offered and San hummed for a moment. It took a moment longer of staring before Wooyoung felt soft lips on his and his eyes began to close on instinct with Sans. Wooyoung reached his arms to wrap around Sans neck, Welcoming his body weight as San lowered himself down gently, it was soft, at first. Just the plush push of lips to lips, Faces instinct moving to the side, testing angles, trying out firmer presses and longer holds. Long holds turned into wet slow massaging of lips. That was a quick trip then to Wooyoung opening his mouth and San taking full advantage of it within moments. Both men groan at the wet slide. Sans hand went to Wooyoungs hip and squeezed him firmly. Wooyoung arched up into the kiss, hips rolling to Sans hand, his soft shirt falling away to reveal his lower tummy. San tracked his hand under the cotton and slid up over warm skin until he felt Wooyoungs ribs. He paused only momentarily before adjusting his weight and lifting a knee over one of Wooyoungs to slot into place over top of him. Wooyoung groaned as his full body bore the weight of San, but held tightly to the broad shoulders as they loomed over him. San pulled away without warning, and in true San fashion, was the first to shed his shirt. Wooyoung watched in appreciation as the shirt was discarded. There are many great things about messing around with San. One of them being his extremely hot body. San was quick to move for Wooyoungs shirt but the younger stopped him. San quirked his head like a confused dog. The cold panic that Wooyoung didn’t like this was knocking at his psyche. “I’d just rather keep it on.” Wooyoung said but held Sans gaze. It wasn’t essential Woo took it off, San left it alone... For now. “What about these?” San asked with a confident hand moving to Wooyoungs jeans button. “Those can go, yeah.” Wooyoung nodded and San laughed. Wooyoung knew it was ok. San set to work removing the pants, undoing them slowly and grabbing the top each side of Wooyoungs hips to slide them down. Woo lifted his hips to held the motion and San bit his lips as he watched the curve of Wooyoungs body roll. Once Wooyoung was down to his briefs and a tee, San knelt over him with a satisfied smile. “Still enjoying yourself?” San asked as he started to undo his own jeans. Wooyoung ran through some responses before he verbalised, “Yeah, you?” San smiled more at the obvious shift in Wooyoungs demeanour. He wasn’t c@cky now. He wasn’t sassy. He was breathless and blushing. He looked almost innocent and pure with how he looked bashful but eager. San wanted to know this Wooyoung. Wanted to see him like this. Like it was the last missing piece he had to fit into place to complete his picture of Woo. San also hoped this would fade. He hoped to be doing this so long with Wooyoung that San can jump in the shower and have his way with him then get back to bickering about dinner. San wants to order in and watch sh@tty movies, make fun of the actors, f@ck lazily and fall into each other as they slept. San wants to hold Wooyoung on the couch knowing what he looks like, how he acts when San is over him. He wants to hold Woos hand on stage knowing his touch can do so much more.  He wants to have Wooyoung out of breath like they have just danced for hours. He wants to have him sweaty like when the air conditioning broke in the practice room. He wants to have him moaning like he’s never really heard. San was just so curious about so many things. He needed to know. San took a moment to answer Wooyoung. “I’m having a great time.” Wooyoung batted at his chest with the honest answer making him flush again. San stood for the moment it took for him to remove his pants and Wooyoung watched with anticipation. “You got supplies?” Wooyoung asked as San knelt back on the bed, slowly walking his way over to Woo. Woo young eyed him and moved while he still had space. He parted his legs. San froze. Was he now suddenly on the back foot? Wooyoung wondered if he did something wrong. San was eyeing his body again. He looked almost in pain. “Wooyoung.” San breathed, woo didn’t answer but put his foot out to poke the others thigh. San gently grabbed his ankle. “You want this?” San asked. As if it was not clear. Wooyoung sat up on his elbows and looked down to his ankle. “Well, yeah. Dummy.” Wooyoung smirked and San pounced back on him. San landed between his legs and kissed him full on the mouth. Wooyoung hadn’t intended to, but a flutter of high pitched ‘uh’s left his mouth and entered Sans who answered with a moan. Wooyoungs head began to spin. This was happening now. San was pulling away again as he dove to Wooyoungs neck, Open mouthed nips traced down his flesh. Wooyoung shivered. It was happening. His body sung with shivers. San bought his hands behind Wooyoungs knees and lifted them to hold them wider. Wooyoung wailed at the feeling and San hummed as his bites took him to Wooyoungs chest. Wooyoung felt himself fading into pleasure as it thrummed through him. San lined himself up with Wooyoungs backside and ground forward in a bold display that was definitely crossing all of the lines. This was really happening and Wooyoung could only moan as his body reacted to pleasure. “F@ck. Need these off.” San grunted as his hands went for Wooyoungs briefs. “Yours too.” Woo grunted back as he raised his hips for San. Then all of a sudden they are naked. It’s not the first time they have seen each other. But it’s the first time they intend to do anything about it. That was scary. “Your like. Perfect. “ San said down to Wooyoung. His hands on Woos waist as he walked his hips back forward and into place. San was delicate as he grabbed Wooyoungs hips to lift them over his own. “Ah!” Wooyoung gasped but rolled his body down to try and get more. He felt Sans hard d@ck under his @rs@ and ground over almost delirious. “Still want it?” San asked and held his waist tight. His best friend was panting and pulling at his own skin trying to grind over his d@ck, but he still had to ask. “And what if I say no?” Woo asked cheekily but his breath hitched. San lent forward, Wooyoungs position over his thighs made the smaller roll backwards into a vulnerable position and San guided his knees to the bed by his head. “Ok! Ok!” Wooyoung tried to submit but San didn’t listen. Instead, San lowered his face between the youngers cheeks and licked a fat stripe over his hole. Wooyoung reached his hands out below himself to reach San’s knees. He held onto Sans thighs as he whimpered and cursed while San continued to lick at him. “San!” Wooyoung managed out between whimpers. “San! Stop!” Wooyoung tried between breaths. “Stop all together or stop eating your ass?” San asked with a smirk as he raised his head to be seen by Wooyoung. “Stop eating me out! God! It feels so dirty to say that.” Wooyoung flushes with embarrassment again. San doesn’t listen and goes again, making Wooyoung try to clench his legs. San smirked and held his tongue flat and used his grip on the backs of Wooyoungs thighs to roll the younger back and forth. Wooyoung choked. He felt mortified. He was being used like this. By San! Why was it ticking every box for him? San started moving his head around, adding circles to the motion and the smaller boy snapped. “San-ah...” Wooyoung tried tapping his knee. Sans breaths remained steady at his ass. “San-ah!” He tried a little more insistently. San doubled his efforts and Wooyoung melted. Any awkwardness Wooyoung felt started to fade away when San started to catch his tongue on the rim and press in only slightly. So San was really going to do this? He was really going to eat Wooyoung out like this and f@ck him? Wooyoung began to move his own hips in time. Chasing the inevitable. Because it was inevitable. San felt too good. San was actually too good at this. Wooyoung felt it such a waste now that San had ever been doing anything else with his time, other than this. But as if he could sense Wooyoungs slip into headspace, San stopped and began to move back. At the separation, Wooyoung became ravenous. San had given him a taste, and now he wanted it all. But if San was going to f@ck him like it was any other Tuesday, like this is just what they did, then Wooyoung would take it, just like it was any other Tuesday and make sure San knows what a good f@ck on a Tuesday is. “Are you finally gonna f@ck me now?” Wooyoung asked as he was lower back down and San smirked. There he is. His Wooyoung. “Oh yeah.” San smirks again and gets up. Wooyoung takes the moment to roll over and position himself in the middle of the bed, face in the pillows. He took one and positioned it under his hips for support before he settled with his arms under the pillow supporting his head and looked to the side. He could see San getting back on the bed briefly before he was behind him and out of sight. “Yeah? You like getting f@ck@d like this?” San asked. He sounded breathier now. “Mhm.” Wooyoung hummed positively in acknowledgement. “F@ck yeah.” San sounded satisfied and energetic. Wooyoung smirked. “Take it slow, ok?” Wooyoung warned behind a smile and San saluted tho Woo didn’t see. Wooyoung heard the sounds of the bottle opening, the liquid being produced and the slick sound as San fisted his own c@ck. Woo you tried not to think too much about what was happening. He was excited and nervous at the same time. This will change a lot... But the damage is done. Nothing to gain by stopping now. Stopping just short of what they both want. So as Wooyoung felt San line up. As he felt his head pop in and the burn of the stretch as he slid all the way down. Wooyoung thought ‘F@ck it’ and shoved his hips back with his knee drawn to the side for support. Wooyoung was wailing as his hips tilted up and let San slide all the way in. Nothing separated pelvises now. It was intimate. That was all separate to the spearing discomfort building in Wooyoung as his insides were moved. “San!” He gasped and tried to release the pressure behind his belly button by moving forward. This just encouraged San to pull him back and Wooyoung was impaled again. “F@ck!” San shouted and Wooyoung looked back to him between deep, calming breaths. He looked like he was actually in pain now. His eyes were screwed shut and his shoulders held high as if in defence. But it was Wooyoung doing this to him. Young-ah groaned to himself. He watched Sans face as he began to move himself forwards and back on Sans c@ck, the elders face ripple through emotions. “Enjoying yourself?” Wooyoung asked as he picked up the pace. Hips doing most of the work, bouncing up and down as he rocked himself with his knee. The cramping pressure in his abdomen gave way for lighting pleasure to pulse through him on each thrust. The fullness making him greedy and focused on thrusting back hard to get San as deep as he could over and over. It didn’t take San long to clue in and grab Wooyoungs hip in one hand and his shoulder in the other as the taller slowly took charge and began to aim his thrusts rather than letting Wooyoung use him like a d@ld@. “Oh F@ck yes!” Was the only encouragement San needed. Wooyoungs body bounced forwards and back on his c@ck, the smallers body being controlled by Sans greed. San knew this could escalate if he let it. He didn’t want to push Wooyoung too far... just yet. This was new, they needed to figure each other out... But San let himself slip... just a bit. San raised a hand and slapped Wooyoungs ass. Not too rough but enough to redden the skin and cause the younger to look back with wide eyes. San challenged him with an eyebrow and did it again. Wooyoungs almond eyes looked smaller as his mouth hung open and body shivered. An unguarded face. Not posing for anyone. Just Wooyoung in pleasure. San loved it. Wooyoung went to turn around again but San used the hand on his shoulder to run under his chin and grab him by the jaw to turn him back. Wooyoung looked desperate. A wave of satisfaction washed over San like it always does when he wins over Woo. But San was aware. With great power comes great responsibility. Woo was his to look after now. That’s how it was for San. Curled over Wooyoungs back, San wasn’t even looking at him any more, just holding him down. Wooyoung felt San move his other leg out and helped him until Woo was in position. San lifted his hips off the bed and slid back in. Wooyoungs body clenched and relaxed at the intrusion, his knees moving wider and back curving to get the right angle. San took the hint and bought his body forward to angle his hips down. One pounding thrust after another and Wooyoung felt like crying. His whole body was a wash with pin pr@cks of pleasure. His muscles twitched with the effort to hold himself just right. Why did they wait so long to do this? Sans fingers slipped into Wooyoungs mouth while he was used. The harsh thudding of Sans hip bones on Woos ass would be leaving marks and if they aren’t careful, it will bruise. San was unapologetic. He ripped a chorus of moans and shouts from the younger and took and took and took. Wooyoung squeezed his eyes shut. He felt his body changing around the intrusion. The angle pushing his insides up and allowing for San to shape him how he likes. It was almost too much. But this wasn’t Wooyoungs first rodeo and he got nothing but pleasure from how he was used. “Young-ah. I’m close.” San grunted in his ear. Wooyoung moaned and did his best to move against him. “Shhii... F@ck... You gotta get on top.” San pulled out and sat back on his heels. Wooyoung felt cold. “What?” The younger asked. “Come on,” San slapped Wooyoungs ass. “I’m gonna c@m if I keep going, you gotta get on top.” Wooyoung was a little taken a back. He was enjoying himself thank you very much. Never the less... San laid down next to Wooyoung and smirked. He patted his thighs and planted his feet on the bed, bringing his knees up. Presenting his lap as if it were a throne. Wooyoung groaned. “What’s wrong? Too f@ck@d out?” San asked with a smile. Wooyoung huffed and pushed himself up at the challenge. “No. Just sick of your sh@t.” Wooyoung said jokingly as he climbed on San who ignored his comment and just nodded his approval as Woo started to reach behind himself. Wooyoung suddenly became shy. He was a lot more on show now. He was glad he opted to keep his shirt on. San moved his hands to the crease of Wooyoungs hips and held him firm as he lined up. Wooyoung bared down and took him halfway before he needed a pause. San was less than gracious when he used his hands to pull him down the rest of the way. The pleasure to great, San thrust his hips up in reflex; Attempting to bury himself all the way in. “F@ck! Why!?” Wooyoung shouted and slapped playfully at Sans chest. “Be careful!” “I was just in here!” San said in defence. “But still! You will hurt someone like that!” Wooyoung chastised him. “Sorry Woo... Just excited.” San said and laughed through his nose. “I can tell.” Wooyoung took a moment, fully seated, to take a deep breath or two. He placed his hands over Sans chest and lent forward slightly. He let their hips separate slightly then dropped back down. San groaned so deep in his chest Woo felt it through his hands. Wooyoung repeated his motions. Building a rhythm that San caught on to too quickly. “Oh f@ck. Oh f@ck. Oh f@ck.” Wooyoung chanted while their pace built. San pistoning up into him and his poor thighs working over time to raise and lower at Sans pace. “Feel good?” San asked, hands on Woos hips keeping momentum up.  “Oh f@ck. So good. San-ah! F@ck me! Oh f@ck.” Wooyoung sobbed while San increased his thrusts. The force jostling Wooyoung in his lap. “You gonna c@m?” San asked and grabbed Wooyoung c@ck. All of a sudden San slowed right down. Wooyoung shakily lifted up again and San thrust up. Hard. They lowered to the bed together. Wooyoung raised. His legs trembling. San f@ck@d up into him again. They did this over and over. Wooyoungs hands became skittish. It was too good. Sans hand on Woos c@ck stroked him slowly and firmly. Wooyoung could do nothing but clench his fists and cry out and his @rg@sm bared its teeth. “I’m gonna c@m.” Wooyoung confirmed and San stroked him faster. Wooyoung sat upright but kept his hips working up and down. He looked down to Sans hand and bit his lip. He looked to Sans eyes. San was flushed. Eyes half closed. Muscles flexing as he worked Wooyoung over. San was close. Wooyoung could see. So he let go. “San. San-ah.” Wooyoung sat back down but stayed there. He ground his hips in small circles as wet gasps fell from his mouth. San let him chase his @rg@sm. San rolled his hips with him and was relentless with his cock until... “F@ck.” Woo gasped and his head flew back. Wooyoungs body convulsed and he came. Another convulsion and his knees are trying to drag together because San is still moving him in little circles. Another convulsion and he drops back against Sans raised knees. Another one and San lets him go. Wooyoung took deep breaths. His chest was flushed with the effort of getting enough oxygen. San wasn’t done though. Because Wooyoung was now being f@ck@d again. “AH!” Woo cried out though his body pulsed again. “F@ck@ng c@m!” Wooyoung pleaded as San began to use him to chase his own high. Wooyoung was pliant and let San do what he needed to. But that didn’t mean he was quiet. “F@ck yeah. Wooyoung!” San called out before his body tensed, San buried himself again and again until he stilled. B@lls deep. Wooyoung could feel it. San. Choi San. His best friend. Just came in him. San let his hips rest back on the bed and Wooyoung made to dismount. San held him still with a groan. “Not yet.” Sans eyes were closed but Wooyoung obeyed him and sat put. It was a long moment as Wooyoungs sweaty skin began to chill. “How about now?” Wooyoung asked and San nodded with a smile. Wooyoung pulled off with care and covered his hole as he made for the edge of the bed. San watched him with a smirk. “Leaking?” He asked playfully. “Shut up.” Wooyoung glared but continued his search for a towel. “It’s hot.” San threw out and Wooyoung turned to cover his smile. “Shut up.” He offered again as he found a towel and made to clean the mess. San sat on one elbow. “So.. Woosan?” He asked. Wooyoung laughed. A full cackle. San smirked. “Well Wooyoung IS cleaning Sans c@m out of his ass, so I’d say it’s a thing.” “Yeah? Woosan is a thing?” San sought confirmation. Wooyoung put the towel in the dirty pile and tugged his shirt down over his thighs again. He turned to San shyly. “If... If you want?” “What do you want?” San asked back. Wooyoung looked down for a moment. He knew the answer. It has come too far now to not speak his truth. “I want Woosan.”'
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