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Assistant: Title: 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 [sequel soon]
        Author: fixxychana fixxychana 
        Chapter: 1/3 
        Summary: It starts as a joke, or maybe it never was. Slow-burn tension, sharp edges, soft hands. Negotiation, trust, and the promise of something they’ve both been too sweet to say out loud—until nowWooyoung dares San to break him. San listens.--------------“It’s been, what—a year now with him? You’re telling me you never even tried?”Wooyoung scoffed, too sharp. “Please. He’d cry before I did.”Yunho’s grin didn’t soften. “You sure about that?”--------------A night that was supposed to be safe turns into something else when San decides it’s time.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Negotiation
    

    


      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    Yunho licked sauce off his thumb, eyes on something across the food court that doesn’t matter, mouth pulling into that small, crooked grin he gets when he’s about to ruin someone’s day just to watch it happen.

  “You ever make someone cry while they’re begging you to keep going?”

The table wobbled under Wooyoung’s elbow as he blinks, laughter bubbled up too soon, a shield he’d perfected since he was old enough to start breaking things on purpose. He kicked Yunho’s knee below the table, not hard, but enough.“Bro, why were you telling me that? You knew I’d be the one crying.”
“Yeah, I knew.”Yunho tossed the empty tteokbokki cup into the trash, not looking as he said it, carelessly. It shouldn’t have hit as hard as it did.“It’s been, what—a year now with him? You’re telling me you never even tried?”
Wooyoung scoffed, the sound catching at the edge when he swallowed it down.
“Please. He’d cry before I did.”Yunho’s eyes flicked up, unreadable, the grin slipping only a fraction, and settling back into place.
“You sure about that?”The table felt too small, the plastic cheap beneath Wooyoung’s elbows as he leaned on the back, forcing a smirk, letting it sit on his lips so Yunho wouldn’t see the way his knee started bouncing.
“He’s sweet, Yunho. He’d lose his mind if I even asked.”“Mingi’s sweet too,” Yunho said, rolling his shoulders and remembering a thing he wasn’t ashamed of, mouth twisting. “Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like getting his throat f@ck@d until he can’t talk.”Wooyoung’s throat went tight, dry, the air feeling warmer tucked under the vivid lights. He picked at the frayed edge of his sleeve, eyes dropping to his phone for something to do with his hands.
“Yeah, well, San’s different.”
  “Or maybe you just think he is.”
Yunho raised an eyebrow, mildly amused, tapping his phone, letting the silence settle before he spoke again.
“Sweet is good. You ever ask him to do any of that?”Wooyoung scoffed, deflecting, chin tilting as he tried to smirk. “He’d look at me with those big Bambi eyes, like I kicked a puppy.”“You know,” Yunho said, casual, “for a couple that drags me into your movie nights and grocery runs, you two don’t talk about sh@t that matters.”
Wooyoung’s head snapped up, frown creasing his brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”Yunho’s phone buzzed, a low hum against the table. He glanced at it, a grin flickering, softening for a second before disappearing as he pocketed it.
“All I’m saying—” his eyes were calm, heavy when they met Wooyoung’s, and it was the worst part. “You could at least try.”Wooyoung’s smile faltered, something sour crawling behind it, tightening the edges.
“Why, so he can say no and feel guilty all week?”Yunho’s eyes stayed on him, unblinking, a calmness that made the other wish to throw the cheap plastic cup at his head.“Or maybe he’s waiting for you to ask.” “You think he doesn’t want to secretly ruin you?”Wooyoung’s laugh cracked, brittle, the noise disappearing beneath buzzing surroundings. His phone felt warm to his thigh, screen lighting up with a notification that wasn’t his lover. He pulled it out anyway, thumb hovering over San’s contact, breath catching in his throat.
“You’re f@ck@ng insane,” he mutters, but there’s no heat behind it.Yunho shrugged, sipping his drink, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Takes one to know one.”Wooyoung didn’t say anything, tongue darted out to wet the dry lips, teeth dragging over the bottom one before he forced it back between them. The phone in his hand felt heavier than it should have, the glow from his contact icon too bright. He pressed his lips together, tongue running over the sore spot where his teeth had dug in too hard, and let his thumb slide over the keyboard.

  
    you’d do anything for me, right?
  

He sent it before he could think, thumb hovering for a while then pressing back, the message leaving with a soft whoosh that made the air feel tighter around him, screen holding the words like a threat.
  Read.
The bubble popped up immediately, three dots blinking in the glow, vanishing, returning. Wooyoung’s throat tightened, the edges of the plastic cup digging into his palm where he gripped it too hard. Yunho didn’t notice, or pretended not to, leaning in the chair stretching like a cat, and rolling his shoulders as he sighed, eyes cutting to his friend, then gone.

  San [20:13]: Yeah, of course
  San [20:13]: What’s wrong?

Wooyoung’s laugh slipped out, too bitter. He didn’t know what he wanted San to say, didn’t know if he craved the older to see through him or let him pretend, didn’t know if he needed to be caught or left alone.The bubble flickered again.

  San [20:14]: Do you need something? Just tell me

His thumb hovered over the keyboard, the cursor blinking, waiting, waiting, waiting. Yunho moved to toss a straw wrapper into the trash, giving Wooyoung that look, the one that said he wasn’t going to say it for him.He pressed the heel of his hand to his mouth, shutting his eyes, letting himself imagine it for a second—San’s calm voice, the way his eyes softened, the way his hands would tremble, the way it would all stop if he just asked. How easy it would be to say it now.

  
    no no, needed to hear it, that’s all <3
  

He hit send, setting the phone back on the table like it might bite him. Yunho’s foot tapped at the table leg, intentionally, a low hum in his throat, but he didn’t speak, letting the silence hold between them.

  San [20:15]: Always.
  
    …
  
  San [20:15]: I’m here, okay? Whatever it is

His throat felt tight, laughter bubbling up mean and small.

  
    thank you, sannie
  

His reply came slower this time, gentler somehow, and Wooyoung hated that it felt like the dancer knew, that it felt like San was waiting for something he wouldn’t say.

  San [20:16]: Get some rest. I’ll be home soon
  

  San [20:16]: Love you

Wooyoung stared at the screen until it went dark, thumb pressing into the glass until it hurt, teeth digging into his lower lip. He didn’t look at Yunho, didn’t say anything as the moment settled, heavy and quiet, sinking under his skin in a manner that made him want to claw it out.“F@ck@ng idiot,” he muttered, but it wasn’t for San.It was for himself, for the way his hand shook, heat crawling up his neck, how the word always had lodged itself beneath his ribs and wouldn’t leave. Yunho’s chair creaked across the floor, scraping, a noise sharp enough to pull the other’s eyes up. Yunho didn’t say anything, only looked at him with unreadable eyes, thumb tapping at his phone as a clock ticking.“Don’t,” Wooyoung snapped too thin, folding his arms across his chest so Yunho wouldn’t see how his fingers curled into the sleeves.Yunho’s mouth twitched, shoulders rolling as he leaned back. “I didn’t say a word.”
   ✦ ✦ ✦ 

San was on the couch, legs spread loose, laptop balanced on his thigh with damp hair from shower. The glow from his screen lit up the soft line of his jaw, the little frown he got when he was focused, he bit the inside of his cheek when something in the file annoyed him.Wooyoung hooked a finger behind the couch, drumming it once, twice, letting the silence settle before he spoke, light and careful, but the words tasted dangerous when they left his mouth.“You’re too sweet, you know that?”San hummed, low, distracted, not looking up, scrolling with two fingers, eyebrows twitching when something loaded too slowly.
“Yeah? That a problem?”Wooyoung’s lips curled, something hiding under the smirk as he leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder, the warmth of his skin brush against his own, letting the moment drag out, watching the eyes flick across the screen, patient, oblivious, good.

  “Bet you can’t actually break me.”

San’s fingers froze on the trackpad, air shifting silently as he blinked once, slow, before looking up. His eyes were tender, always soft, but there was something darker swimming in them that made Wooyoung’s inhale catch before he could hide it.“What did you say?”The sweet boy’s tone was quiet, words hanging in the air between them like they weighed more than they should have. He was trying to figure out if the boy was serious, if the smirk on Wooyoung’s mouth meant what it sounded like it meant, and if he was supposed to let this slide or hold it there, heavy, waiting for an answer the other didn’t know how to give.Wooyoung’s laugh cracked out, too quick, a breathless huff as he shook his head, reaching over to tap the edge of the laptop.“I’m joking—hey, relax.” He closed his laptop gently with one hand, sliding it off San’s thighs and pushing it to the side of the couch, the click of it sinking too loud in the quiet of the apartment. The quiet one’s eyes followed his motion, throat bobbing once as he tried to process the shift.Wooyoung climbed over him, dropping onto his lap, knees bracketing thighs, the weight of him sinking in, warm, heavy, quiet, but not innocent, not with the way he touched. His fingers ruffled through San’s hair, messing it up, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, acting like it was nothing.His palms glided over Wooyoung’s waist, pulling him lower, warmth searing between them. His hands lifted, settling on Wooyoung’s hips, squeezing once before stilling, grounding himself, grounding them both. He stayed frozen there, looking up, eyes searching Wooyoung’s face like he could find the truth in the curve of his mouth, how his lashes dipped low.“You’re stupid,” San mumbled, smiling at him, the words muffled in the material, tired and too fond.Wooyoung huffed a laugh, fingers threading deeper into the soft-spoken boy’s hair, tugging it lightly, watching how San’s eyes fluttered shut for a second before opening again, meeting his gaze. “Mmhm.”They stayed like that, still, the warmth of them pressed together in the quiet, the world outside the windows irrelevant. His hands flexed once at Wooyoung’s hips, holding him there.
“You’re gonna tell me what that was?”His fingers fidgeted with the hem of San’s shirt, twisting the fabric, voice small. “Well, what if it wasn’t a joke?”The calm one’s brow furrowed, blinking, smile faltering around the edges. Weight shifted, knees coming up to straddle San properly, pressing him deeper into the couch. Their chests almost touching as Wooyoung leaned forward, hair falling into his eyes, dark, and hungry.
  “I want you… to really do it.”
His fingers tightened on Wooyoung’s hips, thumbs digging into bone, trying to hold him still, but the brat’s hips rolled once, slow, unintentional, a quiet gasp slipping. San’s exhale stuttered as his thighs tensed under Wooyoung.
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”His gaze didn’t waver, tone steady, brutal honesty dripping from every word. “But I mean it, San. I want you to take me when I don’t expect it. Tie me, hold me so I can’t move, I need it to feel real. Like I can’t get away.”His jaw tightened as he swallowed, throat working, eyes darting to Wooyoung’s lips before flicking back up, dark and unsteady.
“Wooyou—”Wooyoung leaned closer, forehead pressing to the taller one, breath mingling, dropping to a whisper. “I really want you, throw me down, f@ck me so hard I can’t think, make me cry for it. I.. I want to feel scared. I want to feel like you can’t stop.”San’s inhale came out ragged, grip tightening hard enough to bruise on his hips and his composure cracked, pressing Wooyoung against him, forehead dropping to the other’s shoulder as he tried to steady himself, panting.
“No way—f@ck, jagiya, you can’t say things like that…”Wooyoung’s hips rolled slower and harder, the friction making the dom gasp, breath catching, a gentle, wrecked whimper slipping from his lips, high and quiet, humiliating in the way it cracked open the heat pooling low in his stomach, making him buck up once, instinctively.
“F@ck—” he bit down on the sound, his thighs tensing beneath Wooyoung, nails leaving tiny crescents he would see later, when he was alone and aching for him.Wooyoung tilted the boy’s chin up with two fingers, forcing him to look, to see how serious he was, how much he craved this.
“And I don’t want you to stop to ask me if I’m okay. I’ll tell you if I want it to end. Until then, don’t you dare give me that out.”San’s eyes searched his, tender edges burning away unto raw remained, something he had kept locked behind careful smiles for far too long. “You know what you’re asking me for?”“Yeah…”Hands slid up Wooyoung’s back to pull him closer, air burning. His voice was low, almost a growl breaking under. “You’re going to drive me insane.”Wooyoung’s grin was sharp, a glint in his eyes that matched the flush creeping high on his cheeks as he dragged his thumbs under San’s gaze, daring him. His hands tightened at Wooyoung’s hips, pulling him flush, the heat of them pressed together, making Wooyoung’s gasp catch in his throat, eyes flickering lower to San’s mouth, hovering there, letting the tension snap between them in the silent moment before it broke.It wasn’t soft, wasn’t hesitant, wasn’t something they could laugh about later. San’s mouth pressed hard to his boy’s lips, shaky, desperate, a small, choked moan vibrating in his throat as he dragged the flushed boy closer, closer, closer. Hands gripped so tight at the hips, bruising, grounding himself in the heat of him, knowing he’d trace the marks later in the mirror and remember how he felt in this exact moment.Wooyoung gasped into the kiss, the sound soft and swallowed immediately as the older’s lips moved against his, their mouths crashing, breaking, catching, spit-slick and messy. Fingers slid into his hair, fisting, tugging, pulling a low, breathless whimper from San’s throat, a sound that cracked at the edges, a quiet “Hnn—” slipping free before he could take it back.Hips rolled, pressing slow and deliberate, grinding his front, forcing another ragged, muffled moan from San, “Nnngh—”, his thighs tensing lower, hands tightening, pulling him harder as if he couldn’t get close enough. San’s teeth grazed the pretty boy’s lower lip, pulling a sharp gasp from him, a soft, bitten-off whimper escaping into the air, “Ah—”, as his body shivered, heat crackling between them.Wooyoung returned the kiss, open-mouthed, unsteady, letting the heat crack through him, letting it shake him apart in San’s hands as the exhale came in hot, shallow bursts against his mouth, small, desperate noises escaping with every exhale, “Ha—hah—”, like he couldn’t hold them behind.Wooyoung tilted his head, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against the other one’s, swallowing the broken, stuttering gasps that slipped out, “Mm—ah—”, each sound sparking heat low in his own stomach, making him roll his hips again, all intentional and hard, the ache, needing to hear San break. His hands slid up Wooyoung’s rear, nails digging in, pulling him closer, another wrecked moan slipping, “Haa—f-uck—”, as the kiss deepened, lips bruising, breath mixing, the air between them charged and electric.When they finally pulled back, his forehead dropped to the brat’s shoulder, shaky breath, chest rising and falling hard against Wooyoung’s, a small, choked sound catching in his throat, “Hnn—”, as his hands flexed at the hipbones, holding him there like letting go would ruin everything.The younger leaned, pressing another kiss to the corner of San’s mouth, softer but no less hungry, as his fingers threaded deeper into the mess of his hair.Then San cupped his face, thumbs brushing over Wooyoung’s flushed cheeks with a low tone, wrecked, and honest in a way that made Wooyoung’s stomach twist. “You don’t know what you’re asking me for.”His eyes burned, grin unyielding, breath shaking as he pressed his lips to San’s again, a gentle kiss that felt like a promise and a surrender at once. “Yeah, I do.”Hands were still on Wooyoung’s hips, thumbs pressing into the sharp curve of bone to calm down, holding onto something that was about to shift under his feet. Wooyoung’s panting was hot flushed to his cheek, lips parted, eyes unafraid, and the smallest tremor in his lower lip the only thing giving him away.His mouth opened, closed, the breath he let out shaky, eyes dropping to the redness of his lips, lingering there. “You really want me to hurt you.”It wasn’t a question, not really, but it needed to be said, to hang there so they could both feel how real it was. Wooyoung’s fingers slid up, brushing over his other’s jaw, thumb dragging across the edge of his lip then settling against his cheek, eyes locked on San’s and unwavering.“Please,” he whispered, shaking, “I want you to f@ck me up,” the words so quiet they almost weren’t there, but the way he said them was clear, the way his hips moved down, grinding. “I want to fight you and lose.”His eyes fluttered shut, a muscle jumping under the skin, lips brushing at the textile of his top as he tried to hold himself steady. Wooyoung’s fingers slid into his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, comforting and taunting all at once, the warmth of his body pressed tight in San’s chest making it impossible to think.“Don’t beg me to stop when it starts.”His thumb traced over the delicate skin under Wooyoung’s shirt, the barest touch, grounding himself. “Where did you even get this idea?” he asked, curiosity cracking around the edges, a thin thread of fear in it he couldn’t hide.Wooyoung huffed out a small laugh, looking away for half a second, tongue running over his lower lip before he met his eyes again. “We’ve been together a year, San. And we haven’t done anything… risky.”He blinked, confusion and heat twisting across his face, brow furrowing as his thumbs stilled, flushed on Wooyoung’s skin. “Risky?”Wooyoung’s grin curved slow, teeth sinking into his lower lip, letting it slip free, a flush high on his cheeks as his hips rolled, testing, pulling a little sound, broken from San’s lips. “You’re so careful with me. Always so soft, so good. You’d stop if I flinched.”He leaned lower, the moment stretching. “Please.. I want to see what happens if you don’t.”His throat worked as he tried to swallow the sharp heat crawling up his spine, ache that was already too big to hide. “F@ck… Woo…”“I trust you,” he said, the words tender. “That’s why.”And then, Wooyoung leaned in. His lips brushed below San’s jaw, barely there, the softest kiss, a ghost of an inhale— on sensitive skin, making the hands twitch at Wooyoung’s hips, unsure whether to push him away or pull him more. Wooyoung’s mouth moved lower, brushing kisses down his lover’s throat, the warm exhale of each breath sending shivers through San, drawing a quiet, shaky sound from deep in his chest. His hips rolled again, pulling a stuttered, broken gasp from the other’s lips that he tried to swallow.Wooyoung’s lips went at the base of his throat, teasing dripping with need. “You sound so pretty when you can’t hold it in.”His head tipped on the couch, exposing the long line of his throat to Wooyoung’s mouth, pulse there beating wild, unsteady in the plump lips.The tease kissed his spots lightly, hips rolling again, dragging friction that made San gasp, a low, choked whimper slipping from him.“Let me hear you, San.”He cracked, a sharp, humiliating noise punching out of him as his head dropped further, jaw slack, “Ah—f@ck—”, eyes squeezing shut.
His hips jerked up to meet Wooyoung’s grind, chasing the friction, losing the last bit of control he’d held onto. His breath came in harsh, ragged pants, eyes blinking open, glassy, dark, meeting the gaze.Wooyoung’s lips curled, eyes glinting as he pulled back enough to look down at him, gasping, flushed now too, ruined, the quiet, satisfied laugh slipping out of his own mouth, making San’s stomach twist, heat crackling under his skin, leaving him dizzy and wanting.Before the other could gather himself, Wooyoung’s hand slipped slowly between them, cupping him through the  cotton of his sweatpants, squeezing lightly, rolling his palm with a taunting slowness that made San’s hips jerk up against it.His moan slipped out, “Hnn—sh@t—”, hands flying to Wooyoung’s wrist, fingers wrapping around it, not pulling him away, just holding on.Wooyoung leaned in, letting the tip of his nose nudge under his jaw before teeth nipped lightly at the sensitive area there. “You’re so hard for me, San,” the words like silk and steel at once, “Didn’t know you liked it when I talk like that.”His fingers tightened around Wooyoung’s wrist, hips bucking up into Wooyoung’s hand, another shaky sound slipping out, rough and desperate, “W-Woo—f@ck—”, cracking as he tried to control it, to swallow it back down, but it was useless, the heat rolling off him in waves.Wooyoung’s mouth hovered by his ear, lips brushing the shell as he rocked the presses again. “You’d break so easily if I let you take me right now.”His head rolled to the side, pressing into the couch, a wrecked sound leaving him, not quite a word, almost a plea. “Don’t—”
But there was no weight in it, no push, only the tremor in his hands as they tightened on Wooyoung’s wrist, keeping him there.The smaller boy’s hand slipped lower, fingers dipping under the hem of San’s sweatpants, tugging lightly, teasing, thumb brushing at the warm skin just above the waistband without pulling it and letting the moment drag out, to make him feel every inch of the promise.“Scared?”San’s eyes cracked open, dark and blown out, lips parted, sweat beading at his hairline, a shiver running through him as his exhales came out in short, hot puffs. His throat bobbed when he swallowed, hissing low, strained, slipping past swollen lips in a whisper so delicate it was almost lost.
“You’re dangerous.”Wooyoung’s grin only widened as he leaned, kissing the jaw gently, a mock tenderness layered over the wildness simmering between them. “And you love it.”His hands moved to grip the waist, shifting him off his lap with a gentleness that didn’t match the sharpness in his eyes, then he set his troublemaker down beside him on the couch, the warmth of his absence immediate. San scrubbed a hand over his face, dragging it slowly, the softness draining from his features as something harder, steadier, settled in.When he looked at Wooyoung again, his gaze was clear.“We need to talk.”Wooyoung blinked, caught off guard, the playful arrogance slipping for a moment as he tilted his head, brows lifting.
“What, like a contract?”San’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking as he nodded. “Exactly like that.”The words settled heavy between them, heat crawling up in his neck as he swallowed, the earlier boldness flickering under the weight of San’s seriousness. Wooyoung tried to laugh it off, leaning into the couch and picking at a loose thread on his sleeve, forcing a smirk.“Wow, hot. ‘Sign here.’”“This isn’t a joke, Woo.”Laughter died in his throat, replaced by the realization of what he’d asked for settling into his bones. His stomach flipped, arousal spiking in the worst, best way as he bit at his lower lip, nodding, eyes dropping for a moment before flicking back up to meet San’s.“Okay.”His eyes softened again, but only for a second, then dark steadiness returned, settling into his shoulders, jaw tightening as he straightened. “You’re going to tell me everything, okay?”Wooyoung’s lips quirked, but his eyes were serious now too, the faintest tremor in his exhale betraying how real it was, how much he ached for this.“..Yes.”Eyes didn’t leave his as he reached forward, slipping Wooyoung’s phone from his sweats pocket with quiet precision. The light clack of it setting on the coffee table was louder than it should have been in the quiet, making Wooyoung sligthly flinch.He unlocked it without looking down, thumb moving with muscle memory, opening a blank note, the screen stark white under the glow of the overhead light, then slid it toward Wooyoung.San’s voice was low, calm, terrifyingly steady:
  “Type out what you want.”

Wooyoung blinked, the flush on his cheeks creeping higher as he glanced at the screen, cursor blinking, waiting, empty. “What?”He didn’t repeat himself, but leaned back instead, arms folding across his chest, eyes dark, pinning Wooyoung in place.“If you wish this, you’re going to tell me what you want me to do. Tell me every detail, every line you want me to cross. I need to know exactly how far you want that to go, what I can touch, and what I can’t.”The dark-eyed brat let out a shaky breath, forcing a small, crooked grin as he dragged his thumb along the edge of the phone. “Scared you won’t get it right?”A ghost of a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m afraid you’ll want me to stop.”The boy’s fingers hovered over the screen, flexing once before stilling, his mouth opening and closing, nothing coming out. The silence stretched, the cursor blinking, blinking, blinking.San’s head tilted, eyes narrowing just slightly, tone dropping lower, the softness cutting like a blade:
“Write it, or I won’t do it.”Wooyoung swallowed, the sound loud in his own ears, his thumb moving to the screen, tapping, hesitating, tapping again. A single word appeared, stark against the white.
  
    Break me.
  
His breathing was shallow, ragged as he typed again, letters appearing slowly, each one costing him something.
  
    Pin me harshly.
  
He stayed silent, waiting, watching, the heat in his gaze making Wooyoung’s hands tremble as he kept typing.
  
    Make me feel like I can’t get away.
  
The last line sat there, heavy, the cursor blinking, waiting, daring either of them to move. His thumb hovered then he set the phone aside, the screen still glowing, his breathing rough, eyes lifting to meet San’s.His face was unreadable, the darkness in his eyes tempered by something less sharp. Hand reached out, picking up the phone, reading every word, letting the silence stretch until Wooyoung wanted to squirm, to take it back, to beg him to say something.Finally, he set the phone down slowly, letting it face down on the table, and San’s eyes lifted. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees with hands clasped, eyes never leaving Wooyoung’s.“You’re sure.”Wooyoung’s throat bobbed, the heat on his cheeks creeping down his neck, his hand fisting in the fabric of his own sweats to keep them from shaking. “Yeah.”
  
    Don’t stop if I cry. Make it real.
  
San’s jaw ticked as he read it, and then he took the phone, tapping a new note without asking. “Then we do it my way.”His thumbs moved, the list appearing while Wooyoung watched. Safe word.   Wooyoung sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Green, yellow, red.”San didn’t look up. “You’ll use it if you need it.”Wooyoung’s lips parted, “You asking me about colors while you’re—”, throat bobbed. “It’ll kill the mood.”His finger paused.
“It’s not your call to keep me from checking in.”Wooyoung’s eyes narrowed, smirk twitching. “I’m telling you what I want.”San exhaled.
“And I’m telling you, I won’t let you risk yourself for a mood.”They stared each other in sharp silence.San’s voice softened, but the steel stayed. “I won’t ask every five minutes. But if I need to, I will.”Wooyoung’s shoulders dropped, tension giving way to heat curling low in his stomach. “Mhm.”“Tell me.”Wooyoung’s gaze flickered.“I’ll say it if I need it.”San’s mouth twitched, almost a smile, but not quite. “Good.”Fingers drummed against his thigh, restless.
“There’s one more thing.”The other’s gaze lifted.“Don’t let me know when,” Wooyoung said.San’s brows pinched.
“What do you mean?”Wooyoung’s eyes didn’t waver. “Anytime between now and the fifteenth. I won’t know when. Don’t tell me.”His throat bobbed, hand tightening on the phone. “You want me to surprise you.”Wooyoung’s lips twitched.
“Want you to.”He shook his head once, slow. “You have no idea what you’re asking me for.”“You said you’d do anything for me,” the other reminded him.San’s eyes narrowed. “You really want to give me that kind of power?”Wooyoung’s tone was quiet, certain.
“You know I do.”San leaned in. “Then you’ll take it whenever it happens, no second-guessing.”Breath hitched, but he held the older’s gaze.
“Deal.”San scrolled, the glow catching in the dark lashes as he focused. He muttered, almost to himself, “Aftercare.”Wooyoung sprawled further across the couch, one knee hooking over San’s thigh, mouth twitching. “Your d@ck is aftercare enough.”His head snapped up, eyes narrowing, “That’s not—”“San, I don’t want cuddles after. Leave me wrecked and alone, I want to think about it while I shower, feel it when I sit the next day.”"But—"He cut him off, singsong, grin sharp as he flicked San’s arm, “Next clause!”San's breath caught, but he nodded once. “Fine.”Wooyoung’s laugh was fond, “See? Wasn’t so hard.”San didn’t blink.
“It will be.”He sighed, “Safe signal, in case you can’t speak. We can use—”Wooyoung grabbed a cushion and lobbed it at San’s chest, voice pitched high in mock scandal, “Really, I’m not gonna be tied up on the floor unable to say a word.”San caught the cushion easily, deadpanning, “You literally asked to be tied up.”
Wooyoung’s grin turned feral, “I did. Doesn’t mean I’ll lose my tongue. Try me.”San’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t look away. “If you want me to stop, you have to promise you’ll say it clearly. No testing me.”Wooyoung rolled his eyes, dragging a hand through his hair, “Yeah, I’m not into actual non-consent. I want to be scared, not traumatized.”San’s eyes darkened, voice low, “Promise me.”Wooyoung leaned in, smirk curling at the edges, “I promise. You’ll know if I’m done.”
“But seriously, no cuddles after. You get up, you leave. I’m going to enjoy being ruined for a bit. Don’t ruin that.”San huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he swiped the screen, “You’re so weird.”His brows furrowed as he kept typing, “If it could happen any day, how am I supposed to know you’ve eaten? What if you pass out on me, Wooyoung?”“You’re not my parent. I can eat whenever.”“If you skip dinner, I’m not starting.”Wooyoung’s smirk sharpened, “You’ll be too busy wrecking me to notice.”San’s tone was flat.
“Eat.”“Or what, you’ll spank me?”“Not as a reward.”San shook his head, scrolling again, ears tinted pink, “No filming.”Wooyoung groaned, flopping back dramatically. “What, you’re scared I’ll start an Onlyfans called ‘How to Break a Saint’?”San’s glare was immediate, but his ears went a little pink.
“Not funny.”The menance shrugged, grin still there, “A little funny.”San’s glare deepened, silence hanging thick before Wooyoung raised his hands, surrendering, “Fine, no filming.”“You’re going to be the death of me.”“Oh my god, is that the next clause? Death kink? San—”San cuts him off flatly, “No.”
His thumbs paused, eyes lifting—Confirmation.San’s thumb hovered over the screen, exhaling, “I need you to confirm the day of, even if you don’t know it’s the day.”Wooyoung’s lips quirked, “That ruins the surprise.”“You text me one word. ‘Ready.’ That’s how I know you’re safe, fed, and clear.”Wooyoung raised a brow. “What if I say ready every day to mess with you?”“Then you’re really asking for it.”San’s gaze dropped back to the screen. “You’re drinking water before. No arguments.”Wooyoung's voice dripped with bratty edge, “Do you want me to p@ss myself during or something?”San didn’t blink, “Hydration, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung pouted, pressing a hand to his chest, “Daddy issues.”He continued to type—Clothes.“You wear easy-to-remove clothes every day until it happens, no fancy sh@t.”“Why, so you can rip them off faster?”San’s eyes flicked up, deadpan. “So I don’t have to cut you out of your ‘aesthetic’ layers.”
Wooyoung’s lips twitched, teeth sinking into the plush skin as he tried to hide his giggle. “I was gonna wear those leather pants I can’t get off without help.”San’s stare didn’t waver, his thumbs pausing above the screen before he exhaled slowly. “No.”Wooyoung couldn’t help it; the giggle slipped out, bright and sharp in the heavy air. “Boring.”San didn’t answer, but the flicker of heat in his eyes as they dropped to where Wooyoung’s thighs were shifting was enough. Neighbors.   “If you scream, they might call the cops.”Wooyoung’s grin was wicked. “Oh. You’re planning to make me scream?”His eyes darkened, breath catching so subtly it might have gone unnoticed if Wooyoung weren’t watching for it. “We’ll discuss gags.”Wooyoung’s playful grin broke into something breathless as he let out a shaky laugh.
“God, you’re so hot when you’re practical, you know that?”He looked down at the list again as if to ground himself, the tension rolling off him in waves. “You’re going to regret saying that.” Injury clause.  San’s tone stayed measured. “If you’re sick or hurt, you text me. We postpone.”Wooyoung pouted. “Even for a headache?”His gaze lifted.Wooyoung clicked his tongue.
  “Strict.”
San’s fingers paused over the screen, head tilting slightly as he glanced up, eyes careful. “Anything off-limits?”Wooyoung’s grin was immediate, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he rocked forward. “None.”“That’s not an answer.”His smile didn’t falter, if anything, it grew and wicked, heat creeping high on his cheeks as he lifted his chin, challenging.
“No limits, San.”His breath caught, his gaze locking on Wooyoung’s, searching for any flicker of fear, any hesitation. There was none. Only the heat in his eyes, wild and wanting.“You’re serious.”The smallest shake of his head was all the answer he gave.San exhaled, eyes darkening further as he forced himself to look at the list, typing the word anyway:
  
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Wooyoung leaned back, top bunching around his shoulders, knees spreading slightly, hands draping loosely between them, the quiet in his posture a sharp contrast to the wildness in his eyes. “You look nervous, babe.”San glanced up, meeting that stare. “I’m not the one who should be.” Substances.  “No alcohol or drugs. At all.”“You think I’d show up drunk for this?”“Yes.”Wooyoung grinned. “Okay, fair.”San scrolled through the note one last time, the glow lit the sharp lines of his jaw as his gaze flickered over each promise.
“That’s it, then.”Wooyoung was half-curled in the corner of the couch with his knees pulled up as he watched his every move.
“You’re… actually gonna do it?”His mouth worked once, his eyes lifting, pinning Wooyoung like a hand on his throat. “You want this, don’t you?”Wooyoung’s tongue darted out, wetting his lips, feeling his pulse there, sharp and bright, sinking heat low into his stomach. “Don’t… don’t you f@ck@ng chicken out.”San let a slow exhale slip past parted lips, his voice dropping lower, rough around the edges. “You think I will?”Wooyoung leaned forward, a lazy grin twisting across his face, sharp and pretty. “Aw, you’re so sweet, Sannie. Cute, really. You talk big, but—”“Nah, baby. You’re the one who’s gonna end up begging.”San’s gaze didn’t move or soften.
“Remember what you said,” voice measured, “You’ll call it if it’s too much, yeah?”Wooyoung’s grin returned, teeth flashing, “I will.”
His hand moved, sliding up Wooyoung’s thigh, fingers pressing in, squeezing just enough to make Wooyoung’s breath catch, eyes fluttering, the contact burning through the fabric.“Any day now.”

  
  

    
      
        
        
          Originally a oneshot, expanded into a slowburn for maximum emotional damage. Updates will complete the CNC drop and aftermath.thank you for reading this spiral into sharp promises, and for letting wooyoung orchestrate his own ruin while san tries to act sweet (spoiler: he’s not, and he is about to prove it)'
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