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"I'm gonna be late tonight, don't wait for me, okay?" he yelled from the entrance as he slipped his jacket on.

"Are you finally seeing someone?" his best friend voice resounded through the corridor as he yelled back.

I wish! He thought before he answered.

"I'm not. I have an important shooting with some famous, arrogant model" he sighted.

When Cosmopolitan had called him back after he had sent his portfolio, Wooyoung almost couldn't believe it. It was the Cosmopolitan, the magazine that every stylist wished they could work with. When he walked inside the gigantic, classy building he couldn't believe his eyes and he was sure they would propose him an insulting offer. But as he talked with the man who was interviewing him he realized that it not only sounded like the job of his dreams but also that the pay was good, more than good actually and he could definitely use the money. In his field it was very difficult to find a stable job and if one did find it the income was usually very low. He really didn't see a reason to decline the gentle offer so he signed the contract without thinking about it twice. But during his first working day he had realized that not all that glitters is gold. The models he had to work with were awfully snob, always extremely demanding and impolite and his colleagues weren't any better. Since he was the newbie almost everyone treated him like shit, didn't matter how good he was, it was never enough and everyone always found a way to scold or mistreat him.

"How famous? Who's the model?" Yeosang asked curious, head peaking from the bathroom half-open door.

"Choi San" Wooyoung sighted.

"That Choi San? You have te be kidding me" the door slammed open as Yeosang walked out, pink brush still in hand and make up half-done as he stared mouth agape at Wooyoung.

"Unfortunately I'm not"

Of course everyone knew Choi San. Reflectors had been on him since a very young age: both his parents were famous actors and models in South Korea and they wanted their child to follow their same path. He had been under the spotlight since he was two, he didn't even left his cradle when he appeared on his first magazine. He had modeled a lot becoming the most famous kid of the whole country but when he turned 13 he decided to surprise everyone with the decision of becoming an idol. He had started training under a small company even if all the bigger ones had invited him, everyone was expecting him to debut at a very young age since his talent in both singing and dancing was infamous. But who grabs a lot takes a little and a month before his debut he injured badly his knee: the dancer career was gone with his hopes of becoming an idol.

But Choi San was stunning, that kind of beauty that doesn't go unnoticed and the Korean vip world couldn't let him easily go: his high, sharp cheekbones, cat like eyes, small pouty mouth, his face seemed carved in marble and of course it started appearing in many famous magazines again and again. As a teenager he had been skinny, but now that he was almost 25 his body had changed: large shoulders leading to two strong arms that were framing his still slim but very well built body. His waist was so tiny compared to the rest of his proportions that Wooyoung heard stylist always struggled to dress him up.

Wooyoung was conscious of Choi San appearance, he couldn't deny he was one of the most handsome guys he had ever seen but he had been working at Cosmo for long enough to know that the more the person was fascinating the more were the chances for him (or her) to be an asshole. So when the previous week they had told him who he would be working with Wooyoung just shrugged it off, getting ready to face another arrogant model.

"I'm gonna be late, I'll see you–" Wooyoung started to say as he grabbed his bag ready to leave, but Yeosang stopped him.

"I'll drive you!" Yeosang pulled Wooyoung by his sleeve leading him back inside, "Just give me ten"

"What about your date?" Wooyoung laughed at Yeosang sudden reaction, "When I asked you to drive me this morning you made such a fuss 'cause you said you were busy"

"Shut up!" Yeosang yelled back closing again the door of the bathroom, "I'm gonna meet Choi San and ask for an autograph"

So in the end Wooyoung arrived on time, but on the other hand (and for Yeosang disappointment) San was late.

"Jung, go get us coffees while we wait. It will be another half an hour, his manager texted me" his boss started ordering as soon as he spotted him, "And don't get our orders mixed up like you did last time"

Wooyoung faked a smile but as soon as he gave him his back he rolled his eyes starting walking to the cafeteria. Of course the place was packed of people and he had to queue for a good 15 minutes before he could make his order. Once all the coffees were ready he quickly turned on his feet, tray full of take away cups, ready to sprint back to the atelier a bit scared that Choi San would have arrived by then but as he did someone hit his elbow. The tray swung wildly and all Wooyoung's efforts to save the coffees were vain as he felt a burning hot cascade spill all over his clothes.

"Fuck!" he cursed half from the burning pain half out of anger.

"Look at where you go kid! You almost got my suit dirty" the man that had hit him scolded him and left with a scoff not even trying to see if he could help Wooyoung or if he was okay, the poor boy could just line up once again hoping that the queue would move faster.

When he finally got back with stained, sticky clothes, already exhausted before the day could even start, as expected much more than half an hour had passed. He tightened his grip on the coffee tray, ready to go on his walk of shame when the door suddenly opened and his boss almost crushed against him, though this time Wooyoung was quick to step back and save the coffees.

"What are you doing out here?" he looked at him pissed.

"I'm– You sent me to the cafeteria for–" Wooyoung stuttered caught off guard as he looked at his boss hand holding a purple cup with white hearts.

"San brought coffee for everyone, you idiot! Just get ready quickly. He had been waiting for you for hours" he said clearly exaggerating, his eyes falling to Wooyoung's stained shirt, "And I hope you brought a change of clothes with you, you can't work like that. I'm very flexible about the dress code and I never complained about your baggy cheap clothes, but you're a stylist at Cosmopolitan, I expect at least a clean shirt next time, Jung!"

"Somebody spilled–" he tried to explain himself but in vain.

"I don't care, get changed and go" he stated before leaving.

Wooyoung had to inhale deeply, he left the tray on an empty bench and walked to his locker. He could feel eyes on him, staring, judging as he tried to speed up his pace hoping Choi San wasn't there to see the sad show too. Luckily he found a pair of shorts and an oversized black t-shirt, fall season was coming but the day seemed to be warmer than expected and even if he knew that the outfit wasn't exactly suitable for his workplace he realized he couldn't do better: that or coffee stained clothes.

Please let me survive the day and I'll be good forever. No more swearing, no more stealing from Yeosang wardrobe without asking, no more candies when I'm on a diet. He prayed an invisible god as he walked back to the atelier. He hoped Choi San wouldn't scold him too since he really was late, he took one deep breath and opened the door of the dressing room.

There he was, sitting on a chair in front of a tall mirror, head low looking at his cellphone as he distractedly sipped a drink from a similar cup to the one Wooyoung's boss was holding. When San heard the door open he looked up, one eyebrow raised as he locked his eyes with those of Wooyoung. He put his phone aside as he stood up from the chair.

"Choi San? I'm Jun Wooyoung and I'll be your stylist for today" he was about to go on and apologize but he didn't have the time since San had already started talking.

"Jung Wooyoung-ssi, I'm very sorry for coming late to our first shooting session, I won't disappoint again, I won't waist your time again. I'll be very happy to work with you and I hope you can forgive me" he almost didn't breath as he lowered in a deep bow.

Wooyoung was taken aback by the sudden apology and he couldn't help the chuckle that left his throat. San looked up, frowned brows as he tried to understand what made Wooyoung laugh, "Did I say something funny?" he asked uncomfortable.

"Oh no, I'm sorry I just wasn't ready for this" he smiled, "I actually wanted to apologize too, you have been waiting for me quiet a lot too. I'll be happy to work with you San. And please, just call me Wooyoung, we're the same age"

San stood straight and smiled back, "Wooyoung, okay. I brought coffees but I think not much is left, I hope you like americano"

"Guess is my lucky day: it's my favorite" Wooyoung gladly accepted the coffee San was offering him adding four spoons of sugar before he closed the lid once again, "I really needed this, thank you!" he sighted, San didn't look as bad as Wooyoung thought.

"Bad day?" San asked sipping his own coffee.

"A little bit. Nothing I shouldn't have get used to already, but today I've got it pretty taught" Wooyoung chuckled.

"I heard Lee daepyonim shout at you when you arrived. I'm sorry that he treated you badly because of me. It wasn't a problem waiting since I arrived late as well. If you want I can speak to him and–"

"That wouldn't be necessary, but thank you" Wooyoung stopped him right away, it was very nice of San to worry for him but he knew that if he would speak to mr Lee just more problems would come for him, "I really appreciate it though, and this coffee is much better than the one I usually get in the morning" he smiled and noticed that when San smiled back two cute dimples appeared on his cheeks making him look even more handsome.

"I'm glad! It's from Seonghwa's favorite cafè, he says they never disappoint, I'll ask him the name of the place when I see him"

"Seonghwa is a... friend?" Wooyoung asked timedly hoping he wouldn't sound too curious. Even if he had met the guy just a bunch of minutes earlier he felt very at ease with him, he wondered if it was the same for San.

"He's my manager, but he's also a good friend yeah" San smiled and Wooyoung got lost in those cute dimples once again.

"Shall we get started?" he asked trying to regain some composure, cute or not that model was an important client, he couldn't behave so unprofessionally. Luckily San just nodded and immediately followed Wooyoung as he brought all his stuff to a corner of the room where a table and few other objects were.

If there was one thing Wooyoung was proud of was the way he worked: he knew he was good at what he did and no matter if his boss and colleagues did their best to make him feel uncomfortable, his dresses never disappointed. He had the umpteenth confirmation when he showed San the clothes he had prepared for the shooting: his foxy eyes immediately becoming bigger as he stared with mouth agape at the high-quality fabric. Hands finding the most outstanding garment: silver, shiny trousers that Wooyoung knew would look amazing on San perfect body.

"This looks cool" San stated satisfied.

Wooyoung smiled whispering a shy thank you before he pulled the first outfit out of the stack of clothes, "This is an easy one" he showed San the green jeans paired with a black tank top and a short cut gray jacket with long strings attached, "If you feel more comfortable you can undress behind that curtain and wear them by yourself, just come to me before you go so that I will help you to adjust the last details" he explained.

"I'm not shy" San smirked as he chucked his empty coffee cup and took a pack of bubblegums from his pocket, he unwrapped one before he brought it to his lips, "Want one?" he offered noticing how Wooyoung had stared.

"N-no, thanks, I'm good" Wooyoung stuttered, eyes falling to those plump lips once again before he mentally slapped himself: he had to admit Choi San was definitely attractive but he couldn't get distracted, "If you're okay than let's get to work, I will need you to undress first"

San just nodded starting to remove his shoes and socks first, Wooyoung stepped back leaving the clothes on a hanger and pretending to busy himself as San pulled his shirt over his head. Wooyoung was a professional, he had done that a thousand times already, he had worked with any kind of models, men and women, had seen all kind of bodies naked as he touched and stared impassive at them. But when he spotted the first strip of skin of San lower abdomen he felt something weird at the pit of his stomach, he felt attracted to the boy and he knew that something was wrong when he felt the need to stare, to see more, to touch. He picked a few accessories he had previously prepared, turning just when he couldn't avoid it anymore: San was standing in front of him completely naked aside from his underwear, he was holding the green jeans studying them, when he noticed Wooyoung gaze he smiled.

"I like the color, Seonghwa told me the clothes were very nice but I didn't expect such a cool style" he unbuttoned them and lowered to wear them, "You're a great stylist Wooyoung"

"I just like what I do" he smiled, it was rare to hear so many compliments about his work in just one day so he couldn't help but busk in pride.

He walked closer to San handing him the tank top as he kneeled in front of him to hem the jeans, "I think it's a bit too long" he whispered checking his work, the hem was actually falling under San heel, "Let's see how they fit when you wear shoes and if it's still too long I'll fix it for you"

He looked up. San was staring back down at him listening, an intense look in his darkening eyes as he chewed on the bubblegum. His mouth opened and Wooyoung could spot a pink tongue smoothly playing with the minty candy, swirling it all around his mouth, over half-opened wet lips. Wooyoung gulped down, trying to look away but he couldn't help it and let his gaze roam around San still naked torso, well built arms framing it as he held the black top in his hands. He stared at the small dark nipples wondering how they would taste under his tongue and–

What the fuck is wrong with me? He mentally slapped himself for the second time that day as he quickly looked down and stood straight once again, "I'll help you with the jacket, we will leave it open for now, I'll show you how to tie it up later, you have a second look with this" he retrieved the gray jacket from the hanger and walked behind San to help him wear it.

"Fits perfectly" San stated moving a bit and making sure it wasn't too tight, "Usually they all fit too small here, but this is perfect" he said pointing at his shoulders.

"I'm glad" Wooyoung smiled, "The shoes are here" he said as he took them out from a black box "No accessories for this look, how do you feel? Any discomfort?"

San waited for Wooyoung to fix the strings on the shiny black shoes before he moved and walked. The outfit felt good and the jeans were the perfect length now, he nodded in Wooyoung's direction signaling he was good.

"You're all ready then, I'll walk you to the set" he showed San a small door that leaded to the front of the atelier where the photographer was waiting.

Wooyoung sat on an empty chair at the very left of the set, it wasn't a very well lighted spot but he was close enough to perfectly see San at work. He noticed the model looking over to where he was seated a couple of times but the gaze moved away so quickly that Wooyoung couldn't really tell if San was actually looking at him or not. What he could tell instead was that San popularity wasn't for nothing: he really knew what he was doing! He was crazy good, using the set smartly, moving around and striking at every click the right pose. The photographer kept complimenting him giving just very small instructions. Wooyoung was bewitched. He couldn't take his eyes off San, the way his facial expressions changed when he was on stage was impressive. He looked even more attractive, perfectly knowing how to move and pose to look more sexy, more attractive.

"Yeah! You're doing great, darling. Just like that!" the photographer kept saying, "Gimme something bolder now, c'mon"

And San suddenly stopped, one eyebrow raised as he asked, "Bolder?"

"Yes, I don't know. Just tease me" the photographer added taking another picture even if San wasn't really posing.

San smirked. His gaze moved to where Wooyoung was sitting, "Okay" he stated and without looking away he opened his mouth.

Wooyoung mouth fell wide open too as he stared at San pointy tongue coming out of his mouth, tip licking teasingly slowly his lips as his gaze turned to the camera a second before it clicked. He looked at Wooyoung again, tongue staring to swirl inside his mouth once again as he played with the bubblegum, showing it, blowing it and making it pop against his lips before he licked it inside his mouth once again. The photographer was almost shouting in enthusiasm but Wooyoung couldn't hear him. A light buzz kept playing inside his ears as he stared into San teasing gaze that kept falling on him. Sometimes he looked away but he came back every now and then, mouth licking teasingly each time. Wooyoung could feel himself getting hard inside his shorts as he kept staring, almost drooling and hoping his erection wouldn't be that visible once he stood up.

Luckily soon enough the photographer said he was happy with what he had and sent San to change into the second outfit putting an end to that torturous show. Wooyoung followed the model to the changing room, trying to calm his heart beating crazily fast.

"Was it good?" asked San as soon as the door closed, his hands already removing the clothes.

"Yeah" Wooyoung voice came out hoarse, he gave it a quick cough and said again, "It was very good, you have a talent"

San smirked pleased, hands unbuttoning the jeans and lowering them down painfully slowly as Wooyoung stared at the muscular thighs, "Did I look good?" he asked again, stepping out of the green pool of fabric at his feet and walking closer to Wooyoung.

Wooyoung gulped down nodding, his eyes fixed in those of the model, staring, unable to move as the other kept walking closer and closer until one hand reached the stack of clothes at Wooyoung's back.

"I'm happy that you liked it" it was almost a whisper, so close to Wooyoung's ear as San leaned even closer blowing another bubble before it popped and he suddenly stepped back, shiny pants in his right hand and a mischievous smile on his lips, "Is this the second look?" he asked innocently.

Wooyoung nodded, breath still stuck in his lungs, he couldn't stop staring at San lips opening and closing around the chewing gum.

"Cat got your tongue, Wooyoung?" San chuckled.

"I-I'm sorry, I just–" damn! "Sorry, I'll help you out, it's a skinny fit!" words found their way back as he helped San stepping into the shiny silver pants.

If Wooyoung thought that San looked great in his previous look he almost choked on his spit when he saw the model wearing the new outfit, "This was really made for you" he whispered, unable to hold back the compliment as he stared at San.

"Try these" he addedd handing him a pair of sunglasses that San distractedly took putting them on, "Wait, wear them up" he stepped closer, hands expertly moving the glasses and fixing San hair so that the look would help his features to stand out more, "So handsome" he whispered admiring the model.

San just smiled before they walked to the set once again and this time it was even worse. San didn't even wait for the photographer to start, his gaze was already fixed on Wooyoung, a too well knowing smile on his lips like he wanted to say 'I know the way you look at me'. Then there was the first camera flash and San started moving: his hands flying to his face, fingers brushing his lips, his half-lidded eyes, the other hand slightly pushing down the hem of his pants. Wooyoung felt like he was starting salivating, eyes unable to move away from San frame that kept posing seductively and always clearly gawking at him. Another click and San bent down, his body reclining to ninety degrees, butt pushed out in Wooyoung's direction that couldn't help but stare at the perfect round spheres, small and muscular, as he wished he could leave a loud spank there, hoping to hear San moan back. He shifted uncomfortable on his chair, pants getting unbearably tight on his pelvis area, he palmed himself trying to not make it too obvious in hope to get some relief but it was useless, his dick kept pressing hard against the restriction of the clothes making Wooyoung flinch even more on his spot.

San didn't make any comment once they were back in the privacy of the dressing room, walking in front of Wooyoung and starting to undress as soon as the door closed. Wooyoung had to try his best to keep calm and not stare at San almost naked body as he waited for the stylist to show him the next outfit. It was a casual one: blue jeans and a loose fit brown top. But it didn't matter how easy going the outfit was, when it was on San it looked completely outstanding and breathtaking and once again Wooyoung found himself dream away as he stared at San broad shoulders and sharp collarbone showing so clearly with the new top.

"Any accessories?" asked San looking at himself in the mirror.

"No, I think you look more than good like this– I mean the outfit does. Oh but you as well! Ehm–" just great Wooyoung! "Let's keep this one simple" he cut it short as he adjusted the shirt on San shoulders, straightening the wrinkles that had formed on his back and trying his best to keep his head low to hide the evident blush on his cheeks. He didn't mean to but as he touched the top his fingers brushed against San burning hot skin, it felt so smooth under his fingers that instead of stepping away he couldn't help but touch more, hand lowering under the fabric pretending to fix the piece of cloth. He caressed San muscular back and he felt the boy shiver slightly under his touch. Wooyoung stared at the silver of skin as it started to show goosebumps. He smiled satisfied, knowing that he wasn't the only one affected. When he looked back up his eyes met those of San through the reflection of the mirror: the model was staring at him with hungry eyes, mouth agape, he looked like he was waiting for something, maybe for Wooyoung bold act to escalate to something more, but Wooyoung didn't feel that bold. San was a model, a very famous and handsome one, he had no chance with him, how could he when he looked like he did? San could have anyone he wanted, he was just teasing Wooyoung and he couldn't let himself get distracted or unprofessional. He stepped back giving San some space to look in the mirror.

"I'll start putting everything away, after this one we have just one outfit left. Go ahead without me" he said, trying to look busy with the clothes still hanging behind him.

"Oh" San sounded disappointed, almost sad but still he agreed and walked by himself to the set.

Wooyoung didn't know if it actually was quicker or if it felt faster just because he hadn't been there to watch, but San was back and ready for the last outfit in what felt just like a few minutes.

"I saved the best for last" Wooyoung picked the last outfit from the hanger, "Undress, I'll tie you up" he said as he showed the same jacket that San had worn before.

"You–" San chuckled, but started unbuttoning his jeans nonetheless, "You'll tie me up?" he asked with a smirk.

Wooyoung blushed understanding how weird it sounded but tried to keep his cool showing the long strings attached to the cropped gray jacket, "I'll help you, unless you prefer to do it by yourself"

"Oh no, I'd love it if you tied me up" the smirk on his lips growing wider as he removed the last piece of clothes from his body and stepped closer to Wooyoung, showing his back and opening his arms to let the stylist slip the jacket on.

Wooyoung took a deep breath and did what he was supposed to do, he could feel his palms sweating as San turned around, torso still naked just a few inches from Wooyoung, "So, you just have to put the strings through these two loops, make them cross and circle them around your waist, okay?" he said showing San the parts of the jacket.

"Won't you do it for me?" the model asked opening his arms once again.

"Y-yeah! Sure" Wooyoung could feel his mouth go dry as he fixed the jacket.

Once the strings were at their place he started pulling, circling them all around San's body, as his fingers brushed against the skin he could feel sparkles of electricity running from his fingertips to his whole body. He was so close to San now that if he looked up he was sure he would have felt his breath on his face. He tried to not think at anything weird, to keep it professional, but the more he touched the more he felt his arousal growing.

"Can you turn around please?" he asked once he realized he had to tie the strings at the back.

San obliged and Wooyoung gave the fabric one last strong pull to fix it properly, San wasn't ready and as Wooyoung strong hands moved he stumbled back, he would have fallen if the stylist strong body wasn't just behind him to stop him.

"Gosh, I'm sorry, I should have–"

Wooyoung wanted to apologize but San back pressed against his torso as the younger kept his hold on the strings pulling the model even closer, butt against crotch. None of the two boys could hold back the soft moan and groan the left their lips as they stilled completely for what felt like ages. San face slowly turned as one of his hands overlapped the strong one of Wooyoung still holding the string. It was the first time during the shooting session that Wooyoung noticed a sparkle of blush growing on San cheeks as the older pushed his ass back more firmly, grinding against Wooyoung - by now obvious - erection.

"S-san-ah" Wooyoung groaned again, unsure if moving his grip from the strings to San thin waist or if pushing the model away, "I– I mean, we– You have to– The shooting, they're waiti-ngh"

"Let them wait" San whispered grinding with want, but this time he brought Wooyoung's hand at the front, placing it on his exposed stomach and letting it move down 'til Wooyoung could feel how hard he was getting too, "I like this better" he added in a throaty moan that had Wooyoung shiver, unable to fight back his desire as he pressed his erection against San ass looking for friction.

"We shouldn't be doing this, anyone can come in at any second" Wooyoung whispered to San ear but he didn't push him away, his hand still firmly pressed against San crotch, pressing down and making the other moan.

"It just makes it even more exciting, does it not?" San face turned once again, his cheeks were even more flushed.

Wooyoung stared as a pink tongue peaked through his lips to wet them and he wished he could just close his mouth around it and suck it hard, "Tell me that you don't want this, that you haven't been watching me all day, that you aren't doing it now as well, imagining things that you can't even say out loud. Push me away if you don't want me as much as I want you" San continued.

Wooyoung just groaned hiding his face in the crook of San neck and nibbling softly at the skin, tongue coming out to finally taste the other.

"I know that you want me" San moaned when Wooyoung exchanged tongue to teeth once again, "I've already seen the way you look at me thousand times by now. Let's make this happen" San pushed back grinding against Wooyoung once again but Wooyoung had heard just half of the things San had said.

That 'thousand times' was enough for him to realize what was happening. He was just one of the many, a horny and easy guy that had succumbed to San charm, he was nothing for him, nothing special at least. Most of people would think he was insane to refuse someone like San but he just couldn't. Sure he didn't know the boy enough to feel jealous but still: the idea of being just a random person, someone so easily replaceable hurt him. He wasn't looking for the love of his life but he couldn't accept something so dirty, because that's how he felt when he heard the model speak, so he just pushed San away unable to continue a second longer what they had started.

"I'm sorry" he gasped, "I'm sorry, and yeah: it's true! I do want you, I want you so fucking much, but I'm not cut for this. I don't do random fucks San, I can't be just another of your hook-ups. I'm so so–"

The knock on the door interrupted him halfway, "San-ah, are you dressed? The photographer needs to wrap it up" one of the staff members shouted from behind the door.

Wooyoung took advantage of San distraction to finally pull the strings and tie them in a cute bow at San's back, "You're ready, you better hurry" he whispered turning his back to the model and finishing to put away his things.

"Wooyoung, I didn't–" San tried but Wooyoung didn't want to hear another painful truth.

"When you're finished just hang what you're wearing here someone else will come and pick the outfits. It was a pleasure to work with you, Choi San-ssi" he quickly bowed and didn't wait for a reply as he turned and left the dressing room.

His heart was pounding so loud in his chest that he had to lean on the door as he closed it behind his shoulders. He waited a couple of minutes knowing way to well that his heartbeat wouldn't slow down, but still he just stood there waiting. For what though?

Did you think San would run after you? Hopeless looser! He dryly chucked at himself for his naivety. Of course San wouldn't, he really can have anyone he wants. He wouldn't loose his time with someone like you, did you see yourself in the mirror? He would never want Jung Wooyoung when he can find better as soon as he walks out of here. He's probably already calling someone else to spend the night with.

The voice inside his head kept screaming and he could just feel more insignificant at every passing second.

What's wrong with me? Why do I feel this bad for someone that I don't even know?

He walked faster to his locker. He knew he had more work to do but he really couldn't stay in that place a second longer. He just wanted to go home and forget about Choi San, watch a movie with Yeosang, listen as the other would talk about his afternoon date, they would order from their favorite Chinese restaurant and since Wooyoung was sad he would have ordered a double portion of those sweet chewy cookies with azuki inside.

Wooyoung was ready for all that but when he unlocked his phone his mood only got worse:

Yeosangie
Date's going better than expected, will probably sleep at his. I'll see you tomorrow babe xx

Okay. He could still have a nice evening alone, right? Yeah, he could! He tried to smile to himself as he grabbed his stuff from the locker and walked to the main entrance. He would watch Harry Potter and have a nice warm bath. He still had some white wine in the fridge, his favorite one. It would be nice.

Bang!

Wooyoung jumped on his spot when a loud thunder hit the ground making the world shake for a second. Soon a lightning followed by another thunder lighted up the dark sky. The storm looked far away but a cold wind was blowing and Wooyoung hoped it wouldn't bring it where he was since he didn't have any umbrella with him. He walked faster to the bus stop hoping he wouldn't loose the last ride. He had almost arrived when he felt the first rain drop hitting his nose. It didn't take long before a loud downpour started coming down, he tried his best to hide under the bus cabin but it felt completely useless since the strong wind was blowing the rain right in Wooyoung's direction wetting his shoes and his half-bare legs. He shivered cursing once again at the coffe accident that had him wear just a pair of shorts and a thin t-shirt. He really hoped the bus wouldn't be late as he kept staring at his watch but suddenly a car stopped in front of the bus cabin.

It was an expensive car, total black with also dark windows that wouldn't allow to see who was inside. Wooyoung thought it stopped to check directions or to wait for the rain to calm down before to keep driving in Seoul traffic but when the window lowered he knew he was wrong.

"Need a drive mr stylist?" One of San hands was still on the steering wheel while the other held the passenger window seat trying to get closer to it.

"I'm good thanks" Wooyoung replied trying to look away but a shiver betrayed his calm tone of voice.

"Are you? Looks like you're freezing to me" San eyebrows frowned together checking the very light outfit Wooyoung was wearing, "Come on! I'm alone, I sent Seonghwa home as well so I'm not busy, I can easily drive you"

"I don't need a drive, the bus will come soon" Wooyoung tried to ignore San eyes, piercing his skin and looking worried.

"Wooyoung-ah, I'm not trying to hook you up. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to, I just don't want you to catch a cold. Please let me take you home" San pleaded.

And hearing that soft voice worrying about him was enough for Wooyoung's pride to crack, he sighted and stepped closer to the car, "Fine, if you say it like that..." he mumbled as San opened the door from inside for him with a wide dimpled smile.

"Where do you live?" he asked making sure Wooyoung had worn his safety belt before starting the engine once again, "Check the backseat, there should be a gym bag with a clean towel inside if you need to dry yourself up"

"Thanks," he turned to find what he was looking for before he gave his directions to the handsome driver, "Just follow this street for a few kilometers, I'll tell you when to turn"

The first few minutes were silent and embarrassed, Wooyoung kept brushing his body with the soft towel even if he was completely dried by then. He never looked at San direction but he could feel the other turning every now and then and he was sure San had also opened his mouth like he wanted to say something at some point but as Wooyoung waited nothing came out of those beautiful lips. The silence was getting thicker by the moment and Wooyoung started to wonder why he accepted the ride when his stomach decided to grumble loudly. He didn't have any dinner because of the shooting, just the coffee that San had brought him and of course it wasn't enough. He realized just in that moment how hungry he was.

"I'm sorry" he chuckled, pressing his palms over his stomach embarrassed by the loud noise.

San giggled too and turned to look at Wooyoung, "It's okay, I'm starving too, actually... Do you mind if we take a small detour? I know a place nearby and I really need some food right now"

Wooyoung couldn't really say no to that, he had nothing but a chocolate bar and a few unhealthy snacks waiting for him at home so the idea of stopping at an actual food place didn't sound bad at all. San drove for couple of minutes more before he stopped in front of a tiny restaurant. It was almost impossible to notice if it wasn't for the small red sign with a Japanese kanji that Wooyoung couldn't read. They made a run under the rain to stop in front of the small red door, San walked inside with confidence clearly knowing the place and Wooyoung just followed suit. As expected the restaurant was tiny, it had just a few spare tables around the narrow room mostly occupied by a large counter. Behind it there was an old woman that when spotted the two new customers smiled widely.

"Oba-chan" San greeted and this Wooyoung could understand, "久しぶり、 わたしが いなくて さみしかった ですか?"

Wooyoung looked at San confused, he didn't know the boy could speak Japanese. Wooyoung had watched enough animes to learn just the basic vocabulary, but whatever San was saying was much more complicated and way out of his league.

The old woman seemed to understand him fully well though as she replied, "Sanie-chan、あなたは、とても早く成長しました"

"I have indeed" San chuckled switching back to Korean and turning to look at Wooyoung, "I'm sorry, oba-chan this is Jung Wooyoung, Woo she's the owner of the place and the woman that taught me how to eat properly, Tanaka Akiko"

"Wooyoung-ssi, どうぞよろしく, it's a pleasure to meet Sanie-chan friends, please have a seat I'll take your order in a second" then she turned to San whispering, "彼はとてもハンサム" the boy nodded showing his dimpled smile as he looked at Wooyoung once again.

"そうですね" San chuckled lightly as he pushed Wooyoung to seat on one of the stools at the counter, "I'm sorry, no more Japanese, I promise! What do you want to eat?" he asked as he showed Wooyoung a small menu with not too many options but all sounding delicious.

"I don't know Japanese food that much, they all sound so good!" Wooyoung got lost between those difficult names as he tried to make up his mind.

"What if I order a few things and we share? So you can try more than just one dish and decide what's your favorite"

It was a great idea and as soon as Wooyoung nodded San was already talking to Akiko ordering things that Wooyoung couldn't really understand.

"Wooyoung," when San faced him again calling his name suddenly serious Wooyoung felt a shiver running down his spine, he turned to look at the older not ready to face any real conversation.

"Yeah?" he pushed himself to answer, a fake, uncomfortable smile on his lips.

"I'm sorry for what happened during the shooting" San head turned down, his face looking mortified almost like he couldn't stand Wooyoung gaze anymore, "I don't know what you heard about me or what image of myself I gave out, but I'm not one to use people for my own pleasure and I'm sorry if you felt disrespected by my actions or words, I really didn't mean to"

Dark eyes kept piercing his skin, San could feel Wooyoung silent gaze on him, too silent for his likings as he felt another wave of discomfort run through all his body, "I know how it feels to be used and then left, I would never do something like that to someone. Believe me. I wasn't planning on having my way with you and then disappear. I'm not like that" his eyes finally raised to lock with those of Wooyoung, dark and unreadable, "You don't believe me, do you?" he chuckled bitterly.

"San-ah, I–"

"That's okay! I don't blame you, I just wanted to apologize but I understand if–"

"Just let me speak, will you?" Wooyoung hand found the model's one, so small and soft in his. San looked at him, shiny eyes lost in the younger's gaze, he nodded letting Wooyoung continue, "I do believe you and I'm sorry if I didn't give you the chance to explain yourself before" his fingers brushed over San knuckles.

"You're just really attractive and I lost my mind for a second, it never happened to me before I swear, I mean–" San rushed his explanation once again making Wooyoung chuckle and squeeze his hand.

"I understand, it's okay I swear. Let's start over, shall we?" Wooyoung smile looked so bright and sincere that San could just smile back. Wooyoung held his hand in a firm grip, shaking it as he introduced himself with a half smirk, "I'm Jung Wooyoung, nice to meet you"

An amused laugh left San lips that shook their hands more, "My pleasure, I'm Choi San"

In that moment Akiko came back with a tray full of delicious food that smelled so good that Wooyoung found it really hard to not drool all over himself, his stomach grumbling once again as he finally dipped his chopsticks in a plate fool of juicy pork ribs.

"Did you come alone tonight, Wooyoung-ssi?" San looked at him with a seductive face and made Wooyoung laugh once again, San eyes left his for a second as he filled the younger's plate with what looked like a daikon salad, "Can I buy you a drink and try to seduce you?" the smirk growing wider, his tone was clearly jokingly but Wooyoung felt his heart hummer in his chest as he held the gaze.

"You can" he replied with a similar smirk, "But I need to inform you that I'm a very good drinker and it will take you a while to have me tipsy enough to try a move on me"

San brought his own chopsticks to his mouth savoring the delicious food slowly, Wooyoung stared at those lips he had already admired during the shooting, looking now even more glossy and soft. San gulped the food and licked his mouth clean before he spoke again, "Oh, but I won't need you to be tipsy for that" his thumb brushed against the corner of his mouth collecting some sauce that had stained him there and bringing the finger to his lips, tongue rolling around it before his lips closed and sucked noisily. His eyes closed in the motion as he moaned softly, "Delicious, isn't it?" Wooyoung stared feeling a surging moan grow inside of him too as he tried his best to repress it.

"Yeah" he gulped down instead, unable to look away from the man for even a second as he felt a rush of blood running to his lower half.

Wooyoung had expected San to move boldly but he didn't, nothing much happened but the teasing looks and almost imperceptible touches they shared. Calf to shin, fingers brushing for just a second, knee against knee, a foot tiredly caressing the other under the table. Nothing much, really! But as the dinner went on and words were exchanged Wooyoung could feel a growing tension between them. He had never been so hard for so little, of that he was sure. It was enough to look at San lips close around a freshly cut cucumber to imagine the most lewd scenarios and Wooyoung almost felt disappointed that San didn't actually made a move on him just keeping teasing.

"You still hungry?" asked San when Wooyoung had the last piece of dumpling.

Yeah. Of something different though.

"No, I'm super full" he reached for his wallet but San stopped him.

"Let me" he smiled, "I couldn't get you an actual drink so let me offer the dinner at least"

"But–"

"You will pay next time we go out" San smile turned into a smirk as he turned to talk with Akiko.

Next time... Wooyoung felt his stomach clutching, He wants to see me again?

They greeted the old woman good night and walked back to the car. It was silent. The rain had finally stopped leaving huge puddles scattered here and there on the street. They didn't speak much during that ride either, San just humming and following Wooyoung instructions as he leaded him to his place. When the car stopped in front of his building he felt his heart hammer inside his chest. San climbed down, opening the door for Wooyoung too. They stood at the side of the road looking at each other.

"So..." Wooyoung started but at the same time San spoke too.

"I had a very good time tonight"

"Yeah, me too!" he moved his weight from one leg to the other, "Do you–"

He couldn't finish his sentence though because a car drove fast next to them, wheels rolling on a puddle nearby and splashing them in water and mud.

San gasped feeling his back and hair wet, cold and dirty while Wooyoung yelled to the driver who didn't even stop to say sorry.

"Asshole!" he remarked as San started to chuckle, "Do you want to come inside? I can lend you some clean clothes, I'm so sorry about it" he really couldn't leave the older wet and dirty after he had saved him from the heavy downpour and offered him a dinner.

"I hoped you invited me inside but I wasn't expecting it to happen this way" San joked as he removed his drenched jacket and followed Wooyoung to the front door.

"The bathroom is behind that door on the right, feel free to use the shower, there are clean towels on the bottom drawer, I'll bring you a change of clothes in a second"

San thanked him again before he walked to the bathroom. Couple of minutes had passed when Wooyoung heard the sound of running water coming from behind the door. He checked his dresser trying to find something big enough that would have been the right size for San big shoulders. In the end he opted for a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black joggers.

He got rid of his slightly wet clothes too chenging into similar ones, he had been lucky since the puddle had just barely splashed him, his hair completely clean compared to San drenched one that had unwilling shielded him with his body. The shower had already stopped when he knocked on the bathroom door, he didn't mean to walk in. He was about to tell San he would leave the clean clothes outside when the door suddenly opened.

"Oh–" Wooyoung couldn't remember what he was doing the second his eyes landed on San naked, dripping wet body, just a towel was wrapped around his waist, he heard San voice saying something but the only noise he could recollect was the buzzing inside his brain, "I– ehm... I–"

San took a step forward, water drops falling to the corridor wooden floor, Wooyoung noticed how his mouth moved in an imperceptible smirk before he repeated: "Thanks for the clothes"

"Y-you're w-welc–" Wooyoung couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he didn't even realize he had stuttered almost unable to blink as San took another step forward, his hand flying to his wet hair pushing them back before his fingers moved to touch Wooyoung's arms and hands, taking the clean folded clothes away from his hold and than swiftly moving to his jawline, drops running down his neck and collarbone, slipping under his shirt and making goosebumps raise all over his body.

"You're shivering" San whispered, "Are you cold?"

Wooyoung shook his head, mouth too dry to actually formulate words, his body regained some consciousness though as one of his now free hands moved to overlap the one San still had on his neck, while the other reached down, brushing the arm holding the clothes and moving to San's tiny waist, fingers brushing against the white towel.

"You too" stated Wooyoung as he noticed how San too had raising goosebumps from his neck to his chest and arms.

"Yeah" San gasped before Wooyoung pulled him a little bit closer, he stumbled forward letting the clothes fall to the ground as he held Wooyoung shoulder to regain some stability, "Woo" he whispered, their faces were so close that Wooyoung could smell his peachy shampoo from San hair.

"Mhm?" he mumbled, eyes falling to San half-opened lips.

"I think I will go insane if I don't kiss you in the next three sec–"

But he couldn't finish since Wooyoung was quicker to close the gap between them, lips crushing against those of San who let a satisfied sight leave his mouth before he responded to the kiss. Lips opening and tongues meeting halfway in a wet dance.

San hands flew to Wooyoung's hair, grabbing the dark long locks and letting them slide between his fingers, playing with them all while pulling the younger closer. So close that San still wet chest was now flushed against Wooyoung's, the shirt getting soaked through the contact and sticking to the boy's skin. But Wooyoung didn't seem to care as he deepened the kiss even more, lips closing around San tongue, sucking on it as he dreamed to do during the shooting. San tasted amazingly, just like Wooyoung had imagined: sweet and fresh like the bubblegum he had chewed after their dinner. Wooyoung lips moved restoring their kiss licking inside San mouth once again before he switched to teeth biting softly the pouty lip and making San groan in half pain and pleasure.

"Wooyo-ngh" he threw his head back trying to regain his breath but he couldn't since another gasp left his lips when Wooyoung's teeth bit his jaw, pain licked away by an expert wet tongue that made its way down his throat and making him moan again, "so fucking hot" San could just gasp when he felt the other's lips close around his collarbone and sucking softly making sure to not leave any mark.

San skin was pearly white and perfect, Wooyoung wished he could just let his teeth sink there and mark him, leaving purple hickeys where his mouth passed but he knew he couldn't. He wouldn't put San reputation in danger letting him walk around with dark marks all over his body, it didn't matter how much he wished he could. He heard San gasp and moan, tongue lolling out to wet his lips before he looked down at Wooyoung once again.

They were both out of breath, cheeks flushed and bodies entangled. Wooyoung could feel San hard erection pressing against his leg through the towel he was still wearing, miraculously holding up despite their heated make out session. Wooyoung moved both his hands to San lower back, pressing down and making San body move even closer to his as he felt his pelvis grinding down his thigh.

"Aaaah" a breathy moan erupted from San lips as he looked down to see his barely covered member brush against Wooyoung's muscular leg, "G-god, Wooyoung-ah!" he whispered moving his hips again as he looked for more friction trying to find some relief.

Wooyoung didn't answer but lowered his head to take San earlobe between his lips as he sucked, tongue licking a stripe behind the older ear shell and immediately spotting goosebumps taking over San skin.

"Stop teasing me" he heard San pleade between heavy breaths.

"Mhm–" he bit and sucked more, "Don't want to" his hands pushed against the now dry skin and letting that perfect body hump against his, "You teased me all day and night, why shouldn't I pay you back in the same coin?" he breathed against San ear as he stared kissing his neck once again.

"'Cause I know you're hard too" San hand moved from Wooyoung's hair to his crotch, grabbing his erected cock through the fabric of his shorts, he chuckled as he heard Wooyoung gasp against his neck, "See?"

San took his chance to take the lead as he moved his head so that he was licking and biting Wooyoung, the younger let him do as he pleased throwing his head back and giving San more space to move. He could feel San lips and tongue moving down his jugular 'til they reached his collarbone. His hands moved up lifting the clean t-shirt and, after sending one last look to Wooyoung making sure he was okay with it, removing it. Long dark locks falling against bare shoulders, muscular and well shaped, not as big as San's but good enough for the older to sink his teeth into the skin, nibbling and licking the pain away. San mouth moved down, longue lolling out to taste Wooyoung's chest, lips closing around his already hard nipple and sucking hard. It was Wooyoung's time to moan as his hand flew to San head encouraging the older in his moves.

San came off with a lewd wet sound, eyes looking up at Wooyoung's half lidded ones before he dropped to his knees, a pleading look taking over his eyes.

"Please" he begged, hands flying to Wooyoung pants' hem, "Let me suck you off"

Wooyoung moaned and he felt himself leak inside his underwear even before he could give an answer to San request, he tryed to regain some focus as he opened his lips growling a "Fuck, yes!" before he felt his pants along with his boxers being pulled down to his calf, he stepped out of them as his hard erection stood completely exposed in front of San face that was looking at it like a starved man.

San moaned before he let his tongue brush against the tip, collecting the precum and swallowing it with another whine before he sank down. When Wooyoung felt those plump lips close around his cock he thought he would come in less than a minute. San was bobbing his head up and down with experience in a slow but steady rhythm that had Wooyoung whine and jerk forward, unable to stand still as he felt his orgasm approaching fast.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" maybe way too fast. He pulled San by the hair, "San-ah!" he gasped trying to keep his release at hold, "San, I'm about to– oh god!"

San moaned around his cock sinking even more as he heard Wooyoung speak, his nose almost brushing against Wooyoung's stomach as he fastened his pace and moved his tongue around the tip every time his head would come up. Wooyoung couldn't take it anymore, when he felt the back of San throat close around his tip he couldn't hold it any longer.

"Cumming!" he moaned out as he felt his release hit him hard, San swallowed around him, helping him ride his high, teary eyes looking up as Wooyoung face contorted in pure bliss, his hand keeping San close and moving his head in rhythm with his pulsating dick, "Oh god– oh god– oh god!" he kept swearing as he emptied himself down San throat that accepted him gladly, moaning and feeling his own cock throbbing under the loose towel, unable to take his eyes off Wooyoung's face so lost into the pleasure he was giving him.

When San finally came off a string of spit and cum still connected him to Wooyoung's softening cock. The stylist helped him up and when he was once again standing on wobbling knees he kissed him. He didn't seem to mind that San had just given him heads, he pushed his tongue through the model lips holding him close and savoring him as much as he could.

"Bedroom!" he ordered as he pulled San down the corridor and through a half-closed door on the left, "On the bed, now!" he spoke again, his voice so low and firm that made San shiver.

He did as told walking backwards until his knees hit the edge of a mattress and he let himself fall down, ass scooting up until he was sitting in the exact middle of the bed, his towel completely useless, barely covering his hard dick anymore. Wooyoung didn't waste much time before he climbed in between of San legs, one veiny hand taking hold of the white towel and throwing it away leaving San completely naked in front of him. Looking at the model's body beneath his Wooyoung couldn't help his mind to wonder: San was utterly perfect, his body was toned and muscular but not in a pumped, gross way. Wooyoung could just stare and lightly touch the underline of those hard muscles for days if San had let him. Longe legs, leading to that maddening tiny waist, the dark shade of trimmed hair framed a proud standing erection that looked just like the perfect size for Wooyoung. He imagined how it would be to jump on it as San held him by the waist making it slip inside and outside of him with force, he could almost hear the older moaning underneath him. But he had other plans for that night, he would have San moaning, but not like that. He kissed San neck as he searched for lube and condoms in the first drawer of his bedside table and after what felt like a very long fight his fingers found what he was looking for putting all they needed on the bed.

"So handsome" Wooyoung looked at San in the eyes stopping the kiss for a second as he whispered the compliment softly before he went back to his lips, "So sexy" he moved to this chin and jaw line, "Gorgeous" tongue founding San's neck, going down to his chest, lips closing for a bit around a perky nub, "A fucking masterpiece" Wooyoung tongue sank inside San navel, teeth biting his waist immediately after. The older could just moan, unable to respond to any of the beautiful things Wooyoung was telling him.

"Can you turn around for me?" Wooyoung voice became softer as he left one last kiss on the join where his leg and pelvis met.

San shivered at that last wet touch, wanting Wooyoung to just move a bit forward and have his mouth where San needed him the most right now. But when he heard the request he nodded as he prompted his body on his elbows and turned around, laying out on the soft mattress as he felt Wooyoung climb in between of his legs once again.

San closed his eyes, excitedly waiting for Wooyoung's next move when he heard the pop of the cap of the lube opening. He expected to feel fingers on his cleft but to his surprise Wooyoung focused his attention somewhere else. His index started drawing patterns on san back, fingertip following the lines of his muscles and pressing down wherever San was stiffer.

"Oh Sanie" mouth joining the finger on his motion leaving soft kisses and kitten licks in between of San shoulder blades, "There's no part of you that I wouldn't claim. You're so beautiful" Wooyoung kept moving down quickly reaching San lower back.

"Yeah?" San breathed out, almost shaking in expectation.

"You drive me crazy" Wooyoung's hand fell on San ass cheek squeezing it lightly and making San whimper, "How your body reacts to me makes my head spin"

When San felt Wooyoung warm breath on his skin he shivered visibly, goosebumps raising all over his body when he felt a wet tongue tasting his asscheek before it switched to teeth that bit him down and made him whimper, "So good to me, Sanie" the hand on his other globe raised to fall back down in a loud smack that had San moan and grind down on the mattress, cock leaking on the white sheets as he pleaded for more.

"More?" repeated Wooyoung, hands both falling on San ass, spreading it while one thumb started teasing his opening, "What is it that you want?" he asked almost in a growl.

"You" San could just moan, back arching and ass pushing up asking for more, needing that finger to breach him open, "Inside me, please" he felt his face turn red unable to understand if out of embarrassment for being so bold or for the extreme arousal he was feeling.

"As my baby wants" he heard Wooyoung whisper behind his earshell before cold lube started pouring in between his asscheeks making a mess of his lower half, thighs and sheets beneath him.

And then a finger, teasingly spreading the viscous liquid all over his entrance, making San gasp and squirm, trying to push up and finally get what he wanted but Wooyoung other hand held him down taking his time with him. It was only when San thought would go crazy, pleading again, on the verge of screaming for the frustration, that a long finger finally penetrated him. A long satisfied moan left San lips, his body reacting on his own as it pushed back on the finger taking it deeper to immediately press down on the mattress and looking for friction.

"Taking me so well" Wooyoung focused all his attention on that perfect ass, the tiny hole clenching and unclenching around his finger. It looked so hypnotic that he found himself leaning down, so close to it that San moaned even louder when he felt Wooyoung breath tickling his sensitive skin.

It was all it took for Wooyoung to close the small gap that divided his lips to San puckered hole, tongue tasting the soft skin, incredibly sweet thanks to the lube still dripping around his finger. He noticed how San body reacted, pushing his weight up on his elbows and arching even more, a lewd moan resounding all around the room. Wooyoung kept eating him out, feeling ravenous, unable to stop and craving for more. His tongue switched from breaching the clenching entrance to licking fat stripes from there to San testicles, nibbling the skin and moaning soft gasps as he did so.

San was a moaning mess, back arching as ass pushing back, it didn't take much before he started pleading for more, begging Wooyoung with soft cries and the younger could just oblige, removing his finger and wetting his digits once again before pressing two against San rim.

"Yes!" San moaned out loud when Wooyoung fingers curved up hitting his most sensitive spot, "Right there!" he felt his legs trembling tremendously when fingertips started abusing his prostate, pressing dead on it each time. Red hot waves of pleasure radiating through all his body as he screamed and tried to fuck himself faster against those fingers, "Aaah– Woo, ohhh g-god! Yeah, please, m-more-ngh–" he stared pleading once again, mind fogging as he felt his climax so close and yet always a step too far to reach.

"Look at you, Sanie" Wooyoung inserted a third finger without any notice as the boy underneath him cried out loud, "You were made for me, made for my fingers, weren't you?" Wooyoung slapped the round butt soundly as he started to fuck San with his fingers at a maddening pace.

"Y-yes– yes, yes, yes!" San eyes turned to the back of his head, white showing as he could just chant non-sense and Wooyoung's name, his lower belly contorting as he felt his orgasm approaching. He started to hump the mattress below him, unable to stay still a second longer, needing his release.

"So impatient already" Wooyoung fingers slowed down as he straddled San, the tip of his once again hard cock pressing against his thigh, "We're not done yet though" his hand stilled completely and San whined trying to fuck himself back as he felt his orgasm slowly fading.

"Please, please! Woo, I need–" he was on the verge of crying, going insane as he squirmed and begged.

"You need? Ask for what you want and I'll give you the world" Wooyoung adjusted himself, rolling a condom on and lubing his cock, he pressed his tip against San cleft, making it slip up and down as San moaned helplessly.

"G-gimme..." San gasped, head turning to look at Wooyoung, eyes teary and mouth agape.

"Yeah?" Wooyoung bend down, lips finding one of his favorite places on San's crook of the neck.

"Want you inside, please!" one of San hands reached back and grabbed Wooyoung's cock firmly holding it against his hole, begging eyes searching those of Wooyoung who felt like he could come in that second for how hot the model looked, "Give it to me, Woo! Fuck me, please!"

"I thought you'd never ask" and with a soft gasp he pushed forward, tip breaching San slowly as the older arched his back and moaned loud.

The stretch so painful and yet so good, making him see stars as he felt his cock throb caged between his stomach and the mattress, "F-fuck" he stuttered biting his own lip to prevent an embarrassing loud whine to escape his mouth.

"You good?" asked Wooyoung stilling completely as he bottomed out, "Is it painful?" a trail of soft kisses were left all over the back of his neck and back, fingers smoothly caressing his hips, waiting for him to calm his erratic breath.

"'s good" San could whisper, ass pushing back slightly to let the other boy understand he could move, "so full" he moaned when Wooyoung pushed even deeper.

"You're so tight Sanie" Wooyoung moaned too, almost pulling out before he sank back inside painfully slowly, his cock slipping perfectly, adjusting to San warm hole so good and reaching every single sensitive spot that both of them moaned loud together, "Feel'so g-good" Wooyoung speeded up his pace, fucking inside of San with want.

San felt Wooyoung hand on his chest pulling him up until his back pressed against Wooyoung's torso, skin brushing against skin in a sweated mess as the younger kept hammering inside the other. San felt it so deep and so good that he just let go, head thrown back and resting on Wooyoung's shoulder that didn't waist time to lower and kiss every inch of exposed skin, lips moving against his neck going up to his ear and whispering sweet nothings alternating with San name moaned is soft prays.

"So good to me. Ngh! So fucking good, aaahh–" Wooyoung hand moved to San painfully hard dick, fisting it and starting pumping it in a slow pace.

San right hand flew to Wooyoung's nape holding him close while the other overlapped the one on his stomach, fingers interlacing in an intimate gesture that caused Wooyoung to feel something twist inside his stomach. Suddenly he felt the urge to hold San closer, to have their arms and legs untangled, to feel his breath against his lips before kissing him until they run out of breath.

He pulled out causing a whimper to escape San lips, "W-why did you stop?" the older moved to look at Wooyoung, his face clearly expressing the bliss state in which he had fell.

Wooyoung didn't answer but let the boy turn so that he was leaning back down on the mattress. San was quick to open his legs and throw them around Wooyoung's waist pulling him down, chest against chest. Wooyoung arms framed San head as his fingers brushed the black hair softly before he leaned down to kiss him. It was passionate and slow, still so hungry and wanting but it held something different behind crushing lips and dancing tongues, something deeper that none of them could explain but that made them feel butterflies in their stomach. Wooyoung moved one of his hands to hold his own cock and guided it back to San entrance slowly pushing in once again.

"Mmmh, yeah" San moaned in the kiss, lips biting Wooyoung and pulling his lower lips just slightly before his tongue moved against it, "I like this a lot" he whispered in breathy moans.

"Yeah?" Wooyoung whispered back, "You like to feel me inside?" and as he asked his hips rolled forward hitting San prostate so good the other could just nod before he threw his head back, words completely lost to loud moans.

"Do you like it when I touch you here?" Wooyoung started moving his right hand, from San hair it flew to his jaw, fingertips lighting sparkles of electricity wherever they touched.

"Yes" San breathed out, eyes fixed in those dark on Wooyoung as he kept moving inside of him slowly and deeply.

Wooyoung's thumb stopped over San lower lip, pushing down on the plump rosier skin as San opened his mouth, tongue peaking out and rolling around the finger, leading it inside his mouth to which Wooyoung gladly obliged letting the older suck him with lewd noises. After a few minutes he took it out, a wet pop coming from San mouth as the thumb slipped out and moved to the model's chest, brushing against the right nipple, flicking, teasing, squeezing until San chest arched up in pure ecstasy.

"What more do you want?" Wooyoung asked, eyes rolling down San frame, taking in every single inch of the older, admiring him with enamored eyes, waiting for an answer, ready to give him the world if he asked.

But San didn't ask for that much, his hands moved to Wooyoung's hair, fingers brushing the locks fallen before his eyes away and behind his ear, his mouth opened letting small, rhythmic ah-ah-ah leave as Wooyoung kept thrusting at a stable pace. They looked at each other for long before San found the strength to answer Wooyoung's question.

"J-just k-kiss me" he stuttered pulling the younger down who closed his eyes and let their mouths clash against each other.

As soon as Wooyoung did he started rolling his hips more languidly, almost like he wanted his tongue and pelvis to move at a same pace, and making San gasp in the kiss. With one hand he moved San leg wider, making it joint with the inside of his elbow and giving him more space to move, reaching deeper. San felt tears escaping the corner of his closed eyes for the unbearable pleasure as Wooyoung's tip kept pressing against his prostate. His cock was caged between their stomachs, constantly teased by their motions. It didn't take him long before he started whimpering, lips struggling to kiss back as his breath became erratic and the warm pool in his lower belly started spreading and becoming unbearably hot.

"Wooyoungie" the nickname made the younger open his eyes and look at the stunning man beneath him, "I'm about to..." words lost once again when Wooyoung's cock brushed a bit more strongly against his prostate.

"Come for me baby" Wooyoung whispered at San ear as he sped up his pace, keeping it deep and hard, making San scream in pleasure as he kept clenching around the younger.

"Oh yes- yes- yes- just like that! I'm– aaaah, Woo! I'm cumming!" he blabbed out loud hands pulling Wooyoung hair as his mouth opened up in a silent scream.

Wooyoung kept hummering inside of the other as he felt a wet explosion dirtying his belly and chest. San was clenching so hard around him that he felt himself getting incredibly close to his second release once again. When San started whimpering and shaking for the overstimulation he pulled out, quickly removing the condom as he stared to stroke his cock, hard, red and leaking. He sat up in a more comfortable position, looking with hungry eyes at the boy beneath him, his free hand automatically flying to his stomach where he had made a mess of himself, fingers collecting the white cum.

"You're so hot like this, San-ah" he whispered as he kept stroking himself, his orgasm nearing quickly.

Like his words rescued him from the bliss San eyes opened, he gave Wooyoung one breathtaking look before his hands moved. He pulled Wooyoung dirty fingers up to his mouth, tasting his own cum all while making eye contact with the younger who just stared at the lewd scenario in front of him, mouth agape and fist stroking even faster.

"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" he warned as he felt his cock leaking more and more.

"Make a mess of me" whispered San before he closed his lips around Wooyoung's fingers once again.

It was all it took for Wooyoung to reach his peak too, white ribbons flying over San stomach and chest as he moaned out loud calling San name.

He collapsed forward, unable to sit straight anymore feeling warm arms closing around him and starting caressing his back in sweated circles. They stayed like that for a while just listening to their hearts hammering inside their chests and breaths calming down becoming stable once again.

San was the first to talk, "Wow!" he just whispered waiting for a few seconds, maybe to organize all the words he wanted to say, his brain still in a fuzz, "That was..."

"The best sex I've ever had in my life? Yeah, same!" Wooyoung said for him with a chuckle.

San laughed along, nodding and resuming his caressing until Wooyoung pushed his body up. Legs still straddling San, hands on each side of his head as he looked at San dead on.

"Can I see you again?" he asked suddenly serious.

"Of course you can, I told you I didn't want to–" but he couldn't finish since Wooyoung spoke again.

"That's not what I meant. I know you won't disappear but you're–" he paused looking for words that wouldn't hurt the older, "you" he whispered, "I want to take you out on dates, I want to hold your hand and kiss if I want to without worrying about– I don't even know how this works, like: do you have to be careful and always making sure that no paparazzi or crazy fans are following you?"

It was San time to chuckle, "I don't have a date ban, Woo" he smiled fingers caressing Wooyoung's cheek, "I can see whoever I want and if you're not comfortable ending up on magazines we will just be more careful when we're out"

Wooyoung nodded, moving to lay on San side as the older hugged him close, "Are you staying the night?"

"Gladly" San replied turning to look at Wooyoung one last time before he kissed him softly on the lips.

"Yeosang owes me for life" Wooyoung whispered chuckled after a while not realizing he had said it out loud.

"Who's Yeosang?" San looked at him confused.

"You will find it out tomorrow morning"

An autograph? Oh he really owed him for life...

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"I need to go to the US for a while" San blurts it out as they lay on Wooyoung's bed.

His skin is glowing, the sweat on his naked chest hasn't dried yet and when the sun breaches the small gap between the curtains it kisses the wet skin in slivers and Wooyoung can't help but press his fingertips there, tracing lines.

"For how long?" it's not new, San has been travelling before.

It's been six months since they started dating, maybe seven, Wooyoung doesn't really remember, but the sentence doesn't shock him when San says it. He has been on abroad before: Japan, Paris, Italy. He hasn't missed a single fashion week, so he's not surprised to hear San's next destination.

What he's not ready to hear is San's answer, "For four months" he just states. Like those three words didn't mean anything.

And maybe that's because Wooyoung heard wrong, maybe he said four days, so he double checks "Four months?" his voice is but a whisper and this time San's face turns and sharp eyes stare at him.

"Yes," he whispers back and Wooyoung mouth just pops open, four months is a long time, "Ralph Lauren wants me to be the face for the new collection, they offered me to stay until the end of the season" he explains and as he does Wooyoung's mouth opens and closes repeatedly making him look like a stupid golden fish.

"Ralph Lauren–" he finally manages to say, "that's a big name" he's stating facs because it's the only thing he can do to ignore the sudden panic he feels raising from his stomach, "It's quite a score for your career"

He realizes he has been looking down for a while so he glances up and San is still staring at him, he forces himself to smile because it is indeed a huge deal, he knows it because he works in the same field, but - call him selfish - Wooyoung can't help but think about how everything they created during those months is going to be wiped with a sponge. And he feels how his eyes start to water even if he pushes himself to resist, but his body isn't cooperating so he looks down again.

"W-when are you–" he stammers, clearing his throat and starting again, "When are you leaving?"

And he knows he can't hear the answer because any reply is going to feel like too soon. He turns on the bed, wiggling out of San's embrace and he shivers because it feels cold away from his body.

His clothes are scattered all around and when he picks the black underwear resting next to his feet he realizes it belongs to San. Wooyoung's one is in front of the closed door, so he stands and as he does he feels San's fingers brushing the skin on his shoulder like trying to pull him back, but Wooyoung is already gone.

He keeps looking for his clothes when San's voice speaks again, "Woo, can you sit back here for a sec?" and the words sound so sweet that Wooyoung's heart aches and his eyes burn a little bit more.

I don't want to, is what he wished he could say because he's not ready to face the conversation yet. He's not ready to give up on San, but four months is a damn long time and Wooyoung doesn't believe in long distance relationships. When he started dating San he knew this could happen, he thought he had prepared himself to face a similar situation, he tried his best to keep some distance just to prevent this heartache that is paralyzing him now. And yet there he is, standing in front of the door, giving San his back and unable to comply the easy request that is 'come here and talk to me'.

They haven't come out, not yet. They're not official, not to the press at least, not to San's fans. But don't get it wrong: San had been ready to make it public since day one. Wooyoung rememberes when they woke up the morning after their first night together, he rememberes how San had groaned turning in the bed to pick up the call that had wake up both. He rememberes how easily he told his manager that he was with someone special - he had used those words. And when the man at the other end of the line asked more information San had told him Wooyoung's name and reported shortly who he was and how they met, that he spent the night over at his... but most of all Wooyoung rememberes the smile that plastered on San's face when he dumbly said "Seonghwa-hyung says hi".

They could be a public thing if they wanted to, they could become the cutest and most shipped couple of South Korea (Yeosang used to say) if they wanted to. But Wooyoung had never been ready, and San had supported his decision never putting pressure on him. Not even once. Sometimes Wooyoung wondered how good it would be to just date like normal people without always worrying about paparazzi or cameras pointed to their direction, he wondered and wished he had the strength to admit that he wanted that too. But he couldn't. Keeping that distance felt safer, like it could keep Wooyoung from falling hard for a person that he knew he couldn't keep forever because, let's speak clearly, he was Choi San. And Choi San was too good and yet too unreachable to be his forever.

"Woo, baby–" he hears the rustling of the sheets and San steps walking closer to him, he isn't surprised when San's naked body presses to his back hugging him from behind as he nuzzles at his neck, "What's wrong?" he asks sweetly like it is the most innocent question in the world.

"Four months i-is–" he starts but his voice cracks and he knows that he won't be able to finish that sentence without sobbing.

"Four months is a long time" San finishes for him and kisses his neck first, just above his tattoo I'm never alone and I will never be, and then his shoulder, "Do you think you will be able to tell your boss you won't be here for four months?"

Wooyoung blinks, "Huh?" he sounds so dumb that he blushes, but he can't possibly have heard–

"I am asking you to come to New York with me" San repeats the words and they come out mumbled because his lips are pressed against Wooyoung's skin, "I think this can be a great opportunity for you too Woo, but–" his hands move to Wooyoung's hips and slowly make him turn to face him before he continues, "The reason why I want you to follow me is because I can't stand the idea of being apart from you for all that time" he whispers with his forehead pressed against that of Wooyoung, "Please say yes! I know you're scared of the cameras, of going public, but–" San's voice sounds so small, his eyes are closed and he's like praying Wooyoung like he's scared he could refuse him and at that view Wooyoung can't hold back anymore. He sobs, hiding his face on San's shoulder.

"Woo, I'm sorry, I–" San stutters, but his hands keep drawing soothing circles on Wooyoung's back, "I know I'm asking a lot, I just– fuck! I'm being so selfish, I–" Wooyoung hears the panic in his voice and he forces himself to look up.

"Woo, if you're not ready, I understand, I–" he inhales sharply, "I can wait, four months are not that long, I can–"

When Wooyoung lips press against that of San the boy gasp, body turning rigid for a second but relaxing almost immediately because Wooyoung hands are on his cheeks and the touch of those long fingers are the best feeling San has ever had.

They kiss for long and Wooyoung knows it must look disgusting because they're covered in tears and snot but he doesn't care because he needs San to know. He needs San to feel that his fears are unfounded because Wooyoung loves him and there's nothing more he wants to do than jump on a plane with him.

And suddenly he realizes he has never told San all those things and the need to do it is impending and presses on his tongue almost painfully so he moves his head back and when he calls his name with hoarse voice San's eyes snap open.

"I have never loved anyone like I love you and I am ready, I have been ready for a while, I was just scared that–" but he stops because he needs to chuckle, because he can see San's eyes looking at him with that doe and so in love gaze, the same one he always has when he looks at Wooyoung and he realizes how unfounded his fears have been too.

"Let me ask you again" he resumes with the brightest smile and he sees how it affects San too because his dimples are on show now, "When are we leaving?"

San doesn't reply but picks him up by his hips and makes them spin laughing, when they stop Wooyoung is out of breath and his head is still spinning a bit. He sits on the bed and San drops on his knees in between of Wooyoung's legs and Wooyoung can't help but smirk because San is still naked and the position is too familiar to not have naughty thoughts.

"What are you up to, sir?" he asks teasingly but San just keeps looking at him with the most enamoured eyes.

"You said," he pauses like he can't believe his own words, "You said you love me"

Wooyoung blushes but he can't help himself as he dumbly smiles back and nods, "I do" he says, brushing San's hair back and the boy almost purrs.

"Say it again" San says and Wooyoung can only drop to his knees too because he wants their eyes to be at the same level.

"I love you" he whispers and when he kisses San he feels how tightly his arms close around him.

"I love you too," he breaths against his lips, "so much that I don't think I can explain with words what you make me feel" his fingers find those of Wooyoung and lead them until his hand is pressed against San's chest.

His heart is beating fast, Wooyoung can feel it and it's weird because somehow the beats pulse in synchro with his own. He kisses San again, with passion, like he could express his feelings with that gesture because San is right: no words will ever be enough but maybe their bodies could.

They fall to the floor, on the soft carpet in a tangle of arms and legs and Wooyoung feels clumsy when his fingers fail to hook on the hem of the only garment he's still wearing but San helps him and in an instant they're both naked once again. San spits on his hand and rubs his cock quickly before he enters Wooyoung and it doesn't hurt because he's still loose from their last session. He moans instead because San's cock immediately presses against his most sensitive spot and goosebumps raise all over his body as his back arches on the soft rug.

"I love you" San whisperes against his ear when he leans down on him and their bodies are pressed against one another so tightly that there's no sliver of skin that Wooyoung doesn't feel on fire.

His hands fly behind San's neck and he kisses him a little bit out of breath already before he replies, "I love y–" but he doesn't manage to finish because his voice cracks in another loud moan when San rolls his hips.

"Woo–" his name slips from San's mouth like the most delicious sound.

Wooyoung whines back, hands secured on San's biceps as he looks at him for a bit longer before he throws his head back calling him again as he thrusts forward. It always does something inexplicable to hear San moan his name like that: head thrown back, long neck stretched, adam's apple working against the taut skin and the steady rhythm of his grunting as he fucks into him. It's maddening, and Wooyoung finds himself shout San's name back when his cock menages to hit again the sweet spot inside of him. He's so close already that it's almost embarrassing, but San is so good, feels so good and Wooyoung blabs it out along with a line of curses and harder, right there– when San picks up his pace.

He can feel the liquid fire flow between them wherever their skin touch, and he knows San feels it too because his eyes are starting at Wooyoung, fogged with pleasure, hungry and yet so adoring. Wooyoung's hand leave San's neck to support himself on his shoulders as he pushes himself up until he's straddling San's thighs. The boy's hands are on his back keeping him close, closer than they've ever been as he keeps thrusting up, kneeling on the soft rug as Wooyoung messily tries to ride him. But his muscles burn and the pleasure is so good that it's hard to keep a stable pace.

His breathing gets rushed and San probably hears it because with a dreamy smile on his lips he whispers: "Don't tire yourself out baby" and as words slip out of his mouth he's already moving, standing up supporting Wooyoung's weight from behind his thighs.

Wooyoung gasps and moans again because San's cock is still buried deep inside of him and when his back hits the wall it pushes even further into him and Wooyoung as never felt so full.

"I'm–" he starts but San groans against his ear and it is enough to make him forget everything for an instant, nails sinking in his muscular shoulders, "Sanie, I'm hea-heavy–" he menages to say. Put me down, three words that could have followed but they don't because it feels too good and Wooyoung loves to feel so small as San pounds into him mindlessly like he's holding up nothing.

"You're not–" San grunts again and Wooyoung thinks he can come like this, untouched, "You're so good, feel so good baby–" 

"Fuck!" Wooyoung twitches, cock leaking precum on his and San's stomach.

He doesn't know how long has passed because every thrust and drag of San's cock against his walls is pure agony, a lovely one though. It lights something inside of him, something that makes his blood boil, heart thump and stomach squirm. It gets worse when he bites on San's lobe and the boy moans out loud, repeating how good Wooyoung is, praising him, saying that he is just so perfect and again that he loves him. This time Wooyoung is able to say it back, in stutters but he does, and when the words slip from his mouth San kisses him, long and passionate until both of them are out of breath and one of Wooyoung's legs slips down from around San's waist, to touch the cold floor.

San puts him down and makes him turn slipping out for a second and it feels so empty that Wooyoung whines, "I-inside Sanie! Want you inside again" he pleads bending forward supporting himself on the wall.

But this time San doesn't oblige, he slaps Wooyoung's butt and makes him curse and moan at the same time because he loves some pain, especially when it comes from San's hands.

"So good and pliant for me" San growls smacking another one and making Wooyoung whimper once again, "So greedy for my cock, aren't you? I can see you clenching around nothing" and the dirty talk goes straight to Wooyoung's brain making him leak more.

He loves it all. San is not shy, he's never been, but like this, showing off his dominant side Wooyoung thinks he can go crazy. He just loves it: how easily he turns from soft and pliant Sanie, asking for kisses and Wooyoung's cock, to this alpha male that can make his legs turn into jelly. 

Wooyoung arches his back, pushing his ass until he can feel San's wet cock slip in between his crack. San's hiss comes along and Wooyoung is sure he will start fucking him good all over again when he hears the sound of his knees hit the floor and he knows what is about to happen. He doesn't manage to finish the thought that a thick tongue laps at his opening. Wooyoung doesn't know if he screams or if his mouth just drops open silently because the stimulation is too good and yet not enough and maybe he has really gone mad because he doesn't know what he's doing anymore. The wet muscle keeps working on him, fast and so good and when two fingers breach him along with it Wooyoung has to push against the wall to not fall. He's about to ask for more, for one more finger or maybe two, for faster and harder but he's left empty again.

"Stop t-teasing–" he whines and he hears San chuckle as he stands up and makes him spin.

"What? My baby can't take it anymore?" he asks pulling Wooyoung with him until they fall on the bed, San's heavy body pressing on top of his.

"N-need to cum" Wooyoung can feel his eyes water when three fingers breach him again, it's good, so good especially when they curl and touch his prostate, but it's not enough and it's so frustrating that he's about to cry, "Please, Sanie!" he begs.

"How do you want to cum?" San asks as he curls his fingers again and this time tears spill down Wooyoung's cheeks.

"Nghh–" he moans and he knows he's too ruined to be able to create something intelligible with his words.

"Come on, Woo–" San kisses his jaw and he seems to be nice enough to slow down his fingers' pace and pull them out to make Wooyoung breath, "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" he whispers and his voice is so low and wanting that Wooyoung has to oblige, so he speaks.

"I want–" he starts blinking his eyes a few times, San is above him, face so close that Wooyoung can feel his warm breath on his skin, "I want to come with your cock deep inside me" he doesn't know how but his sentence comes out clear and not stammered.

San smiles and kisses him slowly before whispering a 'good boy' against Wooyoung's lips, and then he's breaching him, without any grace but fast and the pace is brutal and his thick cock is brushing all the right spots inside of him and Wooyoung screams. He feels the strength of his nails sinking into San's shoulders and he knows that he's probably scratching him so wildly that he will draw out blood but he doesn't care because every drag, every thrust is sending him into pure euphoria.

San is holding him close, pounding non-stop at an animalistic pace, their foreheads are pressed together and those fox like eyes keep staring at him. Wooyoung sees how San's mouth opens and he realizes he's saying something to him so he tries to focus, but it's so hard and he only menages to get a 'cum for me', but it is enough.

He doesn't have the time to notice his boyfriend because his orgasm washes over him unexpectedly and so powerful that Wooyoung's back arches and his head snaps back so fast that he could break. San keeps thrusting inside of him as hot ropes of cum dirty Wooyoung's stomach. 

"So beautiful," he hears San say and he looks up, overstimulation staring to hurt but he endures it because he wants San to feel good too.

"You too–" he whines trying to move his hips in sync with San's trust, "You cum for me too" and it seems like his words do the magic because San curses between his teeth and then his thrusts stutter.

And finally Wooyoung can feel it, the warmth as San spills inside of him as he grunts and calls Wooyoung's name over and over again until he stills completely inside of him and collapses forward.

It takes them a while and when they finally menage to come back to reality the sun is already low and red in the sky, breaching inside the room from the small gap between the curtains. Their bedroom looks like a sort of magical place with that light.

"Woo–" San calls, he's lying next to him like they were before he told Wooyoung he was leaving for the US, "Are you sure you want to come with me?" he asks hesitantly.

"What?" Wooyoung chuckles pinching the skin on San's chest, "You changed your mind already and realized you don't want to stick with me for four whole months?"

San chuckles too but his eyes look serious and the laughter doesn't last long before he speaks again, "I'm just thinking that this is a big step: you will probably need to resign from your job and, like..." he hesitates, "I talked with Seonghwa and we will be happy to hire you, you could be my personal stylist and work with the other models of the firm too, but I know this is not as prestigious as being at Cosmo"

"This is what is worrying you?" Wooyoung wants to chuckle again but he doesn't because San nods and pouts and he knows how seriously the issue is bothering him, "Baby, you know how awful my colleagues and boss are, you witnessed it yourself didn't you? If I haven't quit yet is because I haven't found anything better yet, but this–" he points a finger from him to San, "What you're proposing me, this is like the best thing I could ever wish for so I will gladly accept your offer Choi San-ssi. I'm sorry to inform you that you won't get reed of me any time soon" he finishes to speak and he allows himself to grin.

San hugs him close, kissing him all over and making him chuckle, "You will be the best stylist our agency has ever had, I will tell Seonghwa to prepare the documents. But for now–" he wriggles himself from Wooyoung suddenly standing up, "You'd better get up from that bed Mister Jung" he says it with a perfect English accent and Wooyoung realizes he'd better practice the language before they get to New York.

"Why?" he replies in the same way.

"Because–" he smiles pulling Wooyoung to sit on the mattress, "I'm taking you to an official dinner date and I want you to look stunning for the paparazzi, they will go absolutely crazy" he chuckles, "Are you ready to become Choi San's mysterious boyfriend?" 

Wooyoung stands and his legs shake so much that he has to hold himself of San's shoulders, but the boy doesn't complain closing his arms around him, "Can't wait to make your fans all grumpy and jealous" he kisses San on the lips and as he looks at that dimpled smile the butterflies in his stomach go wild because he realizes that all his dreams have finally come true.

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The sun doesn’t care if they’re famous.

It drapes over them like silk, sticky and golden, catching on metal fire escapes and cracked pavement and the blonde of Wooyoung’s hair like it’s something sacred. He squints under it, one hand instinctively raising to shield his eyes, even though he’s wearing sunglasses. They’re San’s. Slightly too big, slightly too expensive, and stretched a little from how San wears them loose on the bridge of his nose. But they feel like comfort. Like a borrowed breath of home.

It’s only been three weeks since they landed in New York, and it still doesn’t feel real.

He thinks of it in waves—how far they are from Seoul, from the noise, from the glass towers of Gangnam and the shutter clicks that used to trail San wherever he went. Here, no one stares. No one follows. No one knows San is the Choi San, face of a thousand campaigns, muse of Ralph Lauren’s newest reinvention.

And even if they did, they don’t look twice.

It’s warm today, the kind of New York summer heat that rises from the sidewalk and sticks to your lower back. Wooyoung lets the sweat gather, doesn’t care. He left his hair down on purpose, freshly bleached before the move, a little wild today from the humidity, strands clinging to his cheekbones. He knows he looks good. Not because he’s arrogant—San would laugh at the idea—but because he finally feels like himself again.

He’s wearing a ripped vintage tee that hits just above his navel, and a pair of black cargo pants that sit low on his hips. A look that would’ve been too much in Seoul. Here? It’s nothing. No one blinks. He walks beside San without fear, without pretending. And San—San hasn’t let go of his hand since they left the loft.

They’re in SoHo now, on a side street that smells like paint and exhaust and warm sugar from the bakery they passed a block ago. Wooyoung keeps catching reflections of them in store windows. Two boys in love, dressed like they belong in a fashion week afterparty. They don’t match—San’s in linen and navy and those clean, sharp Ralph lines—but somehow they look right. Like something just beginning.

San’s talking quietly, mostly to himself. He does that when he’s relaxed. Mentions the texture of a building, points at a bike he thinks looks cool, hums under his breath when a car passes playing something half-familiar. His fingers keep sliding over Wooyoung’s knuckles, small touches like punctuation.

“You hungry?” he asks, turning to look at him fully. Not distracted. Not rushed. Just soft-eyed, interested.

Wooyoung shakes his head, lips twitching. “Not yet. You?”

San shrugs. “Not really. Just checking.”

That’s San. Always checking. Not just polite—attentive. Sometimes it makes Wooyoung’s chest ache, how loved he feels in moments like that. As if San’s still amazed he said yes. As if San still can’t believe he’s here.

Wooyoung is about to say something dumb, maybe flirt with him, maybe tell him he looks too pretty for a weekday, when a voice cuts through the sound of the street like a clean tear through paper.

“Excuse me.”

Both of them stop, a little startled.

A man—white, maybe mid-forties, dressed in that aggressively casual way rich New Yorkers seem to perfect—steps into their path, hands up in a gesture that says I’m not dangerous, just bold. There’s a lanyard peeking from his pocket, a tote bag slung over one shoulder. The kind of man who probably speaks fluent runway.

“I don’t usually do this,” the man says, eyes flicking briefly to San before settling—unexpectedly—on Wooyoung. “But… you. You’re electric.”

Wooyoung blinks. Once. Then twice.

“Me?” he says, voice flat with disbelief. His English is not the best, maybe he misunderstood.

The man grins. “Yes, you. I’m not trying to sell you anything. I work for Arena Homme+. We're scouting for a spread—digital issue, New York feature. You’d be perfect. It’s that look, your presence. There’s something rare about you.”

There’s a pause. Not long. But enough.

Enough for Wooyoung to feel the heat rise in his cheeks, sharp and startled. Enough for him to glance instinctively at San.

And San—San is glowing.

Not with surprise. Not with jealousy. But with something proud and warm and entirely his. He looks like someone just handed him the best news of the week. His fingers tighten around Wooyoung’s briefly, almost like see? I told you.

Wooyoung exhales through his nose, laughs under his breath and it still feels to unrealistic to be true. "Me?" He asks again.

The man chuckles, nodding again like he’s used to convincing people. “You’ve got something I haven’t seen in a long time. That raw edge—like you don’t even realize what you’re carrying.”

Wooyoung tilts his head, unsure if it’s a compliment or a guess. His instinct is to brush it off, to make a joke, but he feels San shift beside him—just slightly, just closer—and somehow that stills him.

“I’m Jake,” the man says, already pulling a card from his wallet. “Casting director. My team’s putting together a shoot for Arena Homme's June issue. We're looking for someone who breaks the mold. It’s not traditional modeling—it’s presence, it’s mood. It’s you.”

Wooyoung glances down at the card. It looks real. Sleek logo, embossed lettering. His thumb traces the edge before he tucks it into the front pocket of his cargos like it might vanish if he waits too long.

Jake nods at them both. “No pressure. If you’re interested, shoot me an email. We’ll set up a quick test, low-stakes. You’d be working with photographers who get it. You’ve got time to think about it.”

He starts to step away, but then pauses.

“Oh, and the hair?” Jake gestures at Wooyoung’s head, a little smirk tugging at his mouth. “Don’t change it. That blonde’s a knockout.”

And just like that, he’s gone. Blending back into the street, swallowed up by the noise and movement like he was never there.

Wooyoung stares after him for a beat too long.

Then— “What the fuck,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

San laughs. Really laughs. That full-body kind that makes his eyes scrunch and his shoulders shake. "I didn't know I was dating a rival," he brushes away a tear forming at the corner of his left eye. "You should text him. I think it will be fun!"

Wooyoung rolls his eyes, but he’s still blushing. Still a little dazed. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but he does pull out his phone. Opens his email app with the kind of hesitation that only hits when something feels too big. Too surreal.

San, sensing it, bumps his shoulder. “Hey. If you don’t want to do it, don’t. But I think it will be really great. I can come with you, I've never been on the other side of the camera, you know? I really want to watch you own the set." 

"I don't want to make a fool of myself, I mean, I've never—"

"You won't," San stops him mid-sentence, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, "You're stunning and the camera is gonna love you, I swear."

Wooyoung breathes out slowly. Then nods.
And hits send.

-`♡´-

The set is smaller than most San’s used to. No towering lights or dramatic fog machines. Just clean angles, a solid backdrop, and that unmistakable hush that settles when everyone knows something interesting is about to happen. Wooyoung steps onto the white floor like he’s walking into a stranger’s house. Hesitant. Shoulders high, hands a little awkward at his sides. He tugs at the hem of the top they’ve put him in—tight black mesh clinging to every sharp line of his waist, his arms left bare and tense.

It’s the third look of the day, and San’s starting to think he might not survive it.

The red velvet pants hang low on Wooyoung’s hips. Wide-legged, with just enough sway to make his every shift hypnotic. And the cowboy hat—fucking hell. It perches on his head like it belongs there, casting shadow over his eyes until he lifts his chin and stares straight into the camera.

San swallows hard.

He’s seen Wooyoung naked. Seen him cry, laugh, beg, ride him, kiss him like he was starving. He’s memorized the exact shape of his hips, the mole on his shoulder, the sound he makes when San drags teeth down his neck. But this? This is new. Wooyoung isn’t performing, not really. He’s not even trying to look sexy. If anything, he still looks a little unsure—his weight shifting between his feet, gaze darting to the photographer for every cue. But then the direction comes, something quiet and specific—tilt your head, drop your wrist, hold your breath—and Wooyoung does it like he was born for it. Every time. Like it’s muscle memory.

San leans forward on the stool they gave him. Fists pressed between his thighs now. Because Wooyoung moves like someone who’s been watching for years. And of course he has—he’s seen San model a hundred times. Pinned him backstage and whispered how hard it was to stay put while San worked. How good he looked when he was serious. How badly he wanted to crawl on set and put his mouth on him while the camera kept going.

San had laughed when he said that. Had told him to behave.

He’s not laughing now.

Wooyoung turns his body ever so slightly. One hand tucked into the pocket of those pants, the other grazing his own hip. His back arches—not exaggerated, just enough to pull the fabric tight across his abdomen—and something in San’s chest clenches. Sharp. Electric.

He shifts on the stool again. Adjusts himself when no one’s looking.

He knew Wooyoung would be good. Charming. Photogenic. He’s always been a little dazzling. But he hadn’t expected this heat. This casual boldness bleeding out of every line of his body, like he doesn’t even realize how much he’s giving. San’s jaw is tight. His palms sweat. His cock, already half-hard since the second look, is pushing painfully against his zipper now. And when Wooyoung lifts one hand to tip the brim of his hat back, gaze angled just slightly toward San, the corner of his mouth pulling up—

Yeah. San’s done for. He thinks, dimly, that this must be what Wooyoung meant. When he said he barely held back from walking on set. When he said watching you do this turns me on more than anything. Now San knows exactly what that feels like. And he’s not sure if he wants the shoot to end faster or never end at all.

The last look is supposed to be simple. Clean. Undone. That’s what the stylist says, at least, clapping her hands as Wooyoung steps back under the lights. “Let’s end strong but raw. Natural. Just you.”

And he is. Too much of him, actually.

Black tank hugging his chest like it was poured there. His arms look unreal—defined and tense, lit just right so the curve of his biceps casts soft shadows down his sides. The denim shorts are worse. Frayed at the hem, riding up when he moves, low enough to reveal the sharp jut of his hipbones and that little line San has followed with his tongue more times than he can count. They put Hello Kitty stickers on his face and gave him a pack of nachos to pose with.

"Just eat some," the photographer instructs and Wooyoung scoops half of the pack with his long fingers. Takes the chips to his mouth, head tilting, lips parting. San is bewitched by the Adam's apple working against the taut skin of Wooyoung's neck. He thinks he's seen enough, it won't get worse than this, but that's when he realizes he's oh—so wrong!

Wooyoung licks at his thumb and as he does his eyes find those of San who decides he can’t sit still anymore.

He’s on the edge of the set, hands gripping his knees, every muscle taut. He can’t even pretend to be casual. Not with Wooyoung looking at him like that between shots, skin damp with sweat now, mouth parted just slightly like he’s caught mid-sigh. His eyes keep darting to the crew, waiting for the next cue. He’s all ears, all focus—and yet there’s something loose in the way he stands now. Relaxed. Confident. Hot as hell.

Wooyoung poses with one leg bent, hands resting at his waistband. Then he throws his arms up behind his head, a tiny yawn in his expression, lips wet and glossy. His tongue comes out and he's licking them.

San stands.

He doesn’t think. Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t wait.

He just walks.

Wooyoung disappears off set a few minutes later, a towel around his neck, trailing thank-yous behind him. No one notices San slipping in right after, ducking under the curtain into the makeshift dressing room they’ve set up in the back.

Wooyoung barely turns before San’s there—closing the door, flicking the lock, crossing the distance in three long strides.

“What—?”

San presses him back against the wall in one hard movement, swallowing the question with his mouth. Wooyoung gasps, half from surprise, half from how hungry the kiss is. San doesn’t ease into it. Doesn’t tease or play. He takes.

His hands are everywhere—palming Wooyoung’s hips, sliding up under the tank, greedy fingers brushing over hot skin. His lips break away just long enough to drag down the column of Wooyoung’s throat, biting hard before kissing soft.

“San—fuck—what are you doing—?”

San drops to his knees.

“No time,” he breathes, voice hoarse, face inches from Wooyoung’s waistband. He kisses just above it, tongue flicking under the edge of the denim. “I get it now. You standing there like that—God, baby. You can’t expect me to watch that and stay sane.”

He fumbles with the belt, doesn’t even get the shorts all the way off before he’s mouthing over Wooyoung’s cock through the fabric, damp already, hard against his tongue.

Wooyoung braces a hand on the wall. The other slips into San’s hair, tugging once, tight.

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he whispers.

San just groans, open-mouthed against him.

“And you—” he says, finally getting the button undone, eyes dark as sin as he looks up— “you’re the reason why.”

San doesn’t tease. He doesn’t need to. He’s past the point of pretending he has any control left. His mouth is wet and eager, sliding over Wooyoung’s cock like he’s starving for it—like the taste is the only thing that’s going to pull him back from the edge.

Wooyoung hisses, right hand slapping against the wall, the other tugging San closer, holding him there.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, voice fraying at the edges. “San—Jesus—slow down—”

But San can’t.

He’s moaning around him, cheeks hollowing, tongue working in slick, desperate circles like he’s trying to memorize the shape of him all over again. His eyes flutter up, catching Wooyoung’s gaze—and he swears he sees it there. That split-second switch. The flush crawling up his chest, the breath hitching, the hand in his hair tightening like a vice.

Wooyoung tips his head back with a groan. “You’re gonna make me—fuck, baby—”

San’s nails dig into the backs of Wooyoung’s thighs. Not pulling him in—anchoring himself. Keeping him there. Like if Wooyoung moves even an inch away, he’ll come undone completely. And Wooyoung—God, he’s gone. Chest heaving, tank top riding up, stomach twitching under the weight of every pulse of San’s tongue. He’s trying to keep quiet but the whines keep spilling out anyway—soft, choked, pleading. When he starts to shake, San doesn’t let up. He sucks harder, rougher, lips dragging down and back up with obscene slick sounds, mouth flushed and swollen and perfect.

Wooyoung’s voice breaks. “Fuck—fuck, Sannie—”

San swallows him down and groans—the sound reverberating through Wooyoung’s entire body. And that’s it.

Wooyoung comes with a shudder, teeth sunk into the back of his hand to keep from crying out, legs buckling just slightly as San holds him steady, drinking every last drop like he was born to kneel for this boy. When it’s over, San pulls back slowly, licking his lips, still breathing heavy. His mouth is wrecked—wet and red and glistening. He rests his forehead against Wooyoung’s thigh, arms wrapped around him like he can’t bear to let go.

Because he can’t. Because he’s so hard in his pants that the smallest friction will make him cum untouched, and fuck, that is not how tonight’s supposed to end. He has plans. Filthy, detailed, high-definition plans for this man, and none of them involve coming in his pants like a horny teenager backstage. So he breathes. Collects himself. Just barely.

They don’t waste time.

Wooyoung thanks the staff with pink cheeks and wide eyes, bows to the manager who’s gushing about how great he was, how they’ll definitely be in touch, and San just nods along silently behind him, probably looking feral.

Because he is.

They break into a run the second they’re out the door, laughter spilling out of them like it’s too big to contain, San grabbing Wooyoung’s hand like they’re skipping school. A cab rolls up and they’re inside in seconds, lips crashing, hands everywhere, teeth knocking a little as they giggle between kisses. San keeps mouthing at Wooyoung’s neck like he needs it, like it’s oxygen, and Wooyoung keeps telling him to behave but he’s breathless and tugging him closer anyway.

When the cab stops, San throws a few bills at the driver without even counting, and they’re in the building, then in the elevator, and San’s already got a hand under Wooyoung’s shirt like he’s forgotten what patience even means.

“San,” Wooyoung whispers, breath hitching, “we’re on camera—”

“I’ll blur my face,” San mutters, lips on his jaw, fingers already on his belt.

Wooyoung laughs, but it turns into a gasp when San sucks a mark onto his throat, and then the elevator dings and they’re gone—through the door, into the loft, heat pressing down like summer has curled up inside the walls. The AC unit sits silent, but neither of them even looks at it.

San lifts him.

Hands under his thighs, lips never leaving his mouth, San walks him backwards into their bedroom, bodies fused like they can’t be apart, like they’ve been denied for weeks instead of hours. Wooyoung clings to his shoulders, hair messy, still breathless with laughter when his back hits the mattress.

There’s a Hello Kitty sticker still clinging to his cheekbone, bright pink, clinging stubbornly through all the sweat and kisses. Another has somehow ended up on San’s jaw, and when Wooyoung notices it he chuckles, reaches up to peel it off—but then San grinds down, hips dragging hard and slow over Wooyoung’s cock, and the laugh melts into a moan so loud it echoes off the walls.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung breathes, voice breaking. “San—”

San sounds wrecked. Wild. “You looked so good,” he pants, rutting against him like he can’t stop. “So fucking sexy, baby—God, you killed me, do you even know what you did to me—”

Wooyoung’s trying to keep up, but San’s rolling his hips like he’s possessed and he’s so hard, the thick line of him grinding through both their pants, making them both dizzy.

“Take them off,” Wooyoung gasps. “Please, San—get these off, I need—”

San kisses him hard, fingers already yanking at his own zipper. “You’re mine,” he breathes against his lips, frantic and low. “You’re mine, you hear me? All of you—this face, this mouth, this dick, this fucking body—you’re mine—”

“Yours,” Wooyoung moans, lifting his hips, dragging his shirt over his head. “Fuck, yes—yes—San, please—”

The clothes come off in desperate tugs, landing wherever they fall—shirt, pants, briefs, all discarded like trash, and then it’s skin on skin and everything changes. San devours him. He kisses down his chest, teeth scraping lightly over his ribs, tongue laving over his tattoo, over every inch of skin like he’s trying to claim it. Wooyoung writhes beneath him, already hard again, already flushed, gasping when San grinds their cocks together and they both curse loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“You’re unbelievable,” San groans, head buried in his neck. “Fucking unreal, baby—how do you look like that, how do you feel this good—”

Wooyoung’s fingers claw at his back, hips rolling up to meet him. "Put your cock in me and I'll feel even better, Sanie."

San freezes.

Not because he doesn’t want it—God, he wants it so bad he’s shaking—but because Wooyoung just flipped the switch. One sentence and San’s brain short-circuits, cock twitching between their bodies like it heard the command before he did. Put your cock in me and I’ll feel even better, Sanie. The smile on Wooyoung’s lips is wicked.

San opens his mouth to say something—he doesn’t even know what—but Wooyoung beats him to it, pushing at his chest until San’s flat on his back, breath knocked out of him. Wooyoung climbs on top in one slow, fluid motion, thighs straddling San’s hips, already grinding down like he knows what he’s doing. San’s hands find their way to his hips, but Wooyoung just leans down, dragging his fingers up San’s chest, slow and cruel.

“You liked the cowboy outfit, didn’t you?” he whispers, right into San’s ear.

San’s breath catches. “What—?”

“I saw you.” Wooyoung’s voice is pure sin now, a dark little smile curling the edge of his lips. “You thought I didn’t, but I did. That third look—you were squirming on your little stool like your pants were too tight.” He leans in closer, nipping San’s earlobe. “Were they?”

San groans, hips jerking up. “Fuck, yes—yes!”

Wooyoung chuckles, low and dangerous. “Good.” His voice drops. “Then maybe you won’t mind if I ride you like you’re my saddle.”

San’s whole body shudders, fingers digging into Wooyoung’s thighs. “Please,” he breathes, “please, Woo—”

But Wooyoung tuts and slides off just for a second, rummaging in the drawer beside the bed. “Not yet,” he says sweetly, holding up a pair of black leather cuffs. “Hands, baby.”

San’s eyes go wide. “W-Wooyoung—”

“You said please,” Wooyoung reminds him, crawling up and fastening the cuffs to San’s wrists, then to the headboard with practiced ease. “So be good and watch.”

San is already panting, arms straining a little against the restraint, chest rising and falling in rapid bursts as Wooyoung settles back between his thighs.

He grabs the lube with steady hands and slicks his fingers quickly, no pretense this time. One goes in fast, then two, a sharp inhale through his teeth but no hesitation. He’s not being gentle and he’s definitely not taking his time—he’s fucking himself open because he wants it now, because San is right there, hard and leaking and tied up, and Wooyoung knows exactly how far he can push him. He's not patient, he's never been, but when his fingers come off and close around San slicking him up with few fast strokes, San knows Wooyoung is far from being properly stretched.

"Baby, you're not—” he tries to protest but a strangled moan stops him when Wooyoung's fist clenches around him, thumb brushing against his leaking tip. "Fuck—you’re gonna hurt—” he tries again, but another loud whine escapes his throat when he feels himself against Wooyoung's entrance.

“I know,” Wooyoung purrs, "but I want to feel it.” And then he sinks down.

Slow, torturous, inch by inch, tight heat stretching around him, a moan ripped from his throat as he forces himself lower despite the burn. San curses so loud it bounces off the walls, head thrown back, arms pulling helplessly against the cuffs.

“Jesus—fuck—you’re so tight, baby—fuck—” San is losing it, voice wrecked, eyes locked on the obscene sight of Wooyoung taking him all in, riding the stretch with nothing but sheer want.

Wooyoung gasps, hips shaking as he bottoms out, thighs trembling. “Oh—fuck, Sanie—so full, it’s—ahh—you feel even bigger like this—”

San’s gone. Absolutely, completely wrecked. He can’t touch, can’t help, can’t move, and Wooyoung is above him, chest heaving, mouth parted, eyes glowing with power and lust, taking him without mercy.

Wooyoung starts to move. First just a shift of his hips, slow and testing, adjusting to the stretch—but then he starts to ride. Smooth, deliberate, then faster—like he was made for this. Like he’s been waiting for this exact moment to show San just how good he is when he takes the reins. And it’s filthy, obscene—the wet slap of skin, the slick slide of San disappearing into him over and over, the way Wooyoung moans when he grinds down in just the right angle.

San’s eyes roll back. He’s never felt anything like this. His stomach coils, molten heat flooding every nerve ending. He’s burning alive. His cock is buried to the hilt, locked inside the tightest heat, and Wooyoung’s movements are so confident, so fucking perfect, it’s overwhelming. Every time he drops down, San feels it—feels the drag, the pressure, the pulse around him. His muscles strain against the cuffs as he fights the need to grab, to help, to hold him closer, deeper, tighter.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung pants, bouncing on his cock with wicked precision. “Fucking wrecked already and I’m just getting started.”

“W-Woo—baby—” San can barely speak. His hips jerk up, desperate for friction, but Wooyoung rides him like he owns him, never missing a beat.

“Shh,” Wooyoung hushes, smug and breathless, sweat dripping down his chest. “You just lie there and take it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Then his hand slides down to his belly. Presses lightly. San whines, high and broken, because he sees it—feels it—the bulge of his cock inside Wooyoung, visible through the taut stretch of skin. And when Wooyoung presses down, soft and deliberate, San feels the pressure wrap around his nerves like a vice.

“Feel that?” Wooyoung taunts, eyes gleaming. “That’s you. All the way in.” He rolls his hips again, grinding down, dragging San through hell. “Filling me so deep I can’t even think straight—fuck, Sanie—”

San is unraveling. Every muscle in his body tenses, every nerve alight, and just as he gasps—on the edge, teetering—Wooyoung pulls off.

San cries out, loud and aching. “No—no—please—”

But Wooyoung is grinning, a flushed, panting menace as he shifts his position again. This time, he straddles San facing away, knees on either side of his thighs, palms braced against San’s legs. And when he sinks back down, it’s a new kind of torture—deeper, if possible, the angle brutal.

San sobs, choked and desperate. “F-fuck—Woo—fuck—you’re gonna kill me—”

“You’ll die happy,” Wooyoung shoots back, voice husky with exertion, with pleasure, already bouncing again, riding hard and relentless, head tipping back as he moans into the ceiling. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

The sounds of their bodies fill the room—wet, desperate, hungry. Wooyoung’s thighs quake with effort, muscles taut and glistening, and San can’t look away. He watches him move like he’s hypnotized, like he’s watching the most beautiful, sinful miracle unfold right on top of him. And when Wooyoung reaches between his legs to jerk himself, hand moving fast, San knows—knows—that they’re not going to last.

Not with this heat.

Not with this pace.

Not with this filthy masterpiece of a man riding him like the end of the world.

San comes first.

He doesn’t mean to. He tries to hold out, bites his lip hard enough to bruise, wrists yanking at the cuffs as he begs under his breath—but Wooyoung is merciless.

He slams down harder, faster, muscles flexing with effort, his back arching beautifully in San’s view. He bounces like he’s on a mission to destroy him—and maybe he is, because San’s whole body is shaking, every nerve stretched thin and crackling with heat.

And when Wooyoung grinds down and stays there, moving his hips in tight, punishing circles, San breaks.

"F-fuck—Woo— I—I’m gonna—"

“Yeah?” Wooyoung pants, head thrown back, hand still working his own cock. “Then come, baby. Come for me, like this.”

San screams.

His orgasm crashes into him like a goddamn freight train, overwhelming and brutal, his spine arching clean off the bed as his cock pulses inside Wooyoung in hot, desperate spurts. His thighs tremble, his arms yank against the restraints, but he can’t stop coming—and Wooyoung doesn’t stop moving.

He just keeps riding.

San’s eyes roll back, chest heaving, entire body jolting with every overstimulated thrust.

“Too much—ah—please, Woo—fuck, I can’t—”

“You can,” Wooyoung purrs, devilish and dark, never letting up. “You will.”

San sobs, writhing beneath him, completely undone—tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, breath stuttering, hips twitching uncontrollably with every roll of Wooyoung’s slick, relentless grind.

And then—finally—Wooyoung cries out.

His body tenses, the rhythm falters, and with one deep thrust, he slams down and stills, San buried to the hilt.

Wooyoung shakes, gasping as he comes, spilling all over his own fist, thighs quaking, head dropped forward as a broken moan slips from his lips. It’s raw, wrecked, beautiful—and San can only lie there, bound and overwhelmed, barely breathing, heart thundering in his chest.

For a moment, the room is quiet except for their ragged breaths.

Then Wooyoung exhales, soft and trembling, and looks over his shoulder.

“Sanie,” he murmurs, and the tone has changed completely.

He lifts off him gently, careful not to push him too far. His hands are shaky as he cleans them with the shirt lying closer to the bed and then reaches for the cuffs, undoing the buckles with soft apologies whispered under his breath. San’s arms fall to the bed, boneless, and Wooyoung kisses each wrist, rubbing at the tender skin as he murmurs, “You did so good, baby. So good.”

He disappears briefly, comes back with a wet towel and gentle hands, cleaning San up first, then himself, taking his time even though they’re both still buzzing. San hears him turning the air con on and when he finally slips into bed, he pulls San into his arms and holds him tight. San melts into him, exhausted and trembling, forehead pressed to Wooyoung’s neck, the silence between them full of afterglow and everything unspoken.

Wooyoung strokes his back slowly, breath still a little uneven. “Next time,” he whispers, smiling against San’s hair, “I’ll ride you in the mirror. Want you to see what you do to me too.”

San lets out a hoarse laugh, half-broken, half-in love.

He’s not sure he’ll survive next time.

But god—he hopes there is one.