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“Just relax, Youngie.”
Wooyoung grits his teeth and looks up at the ceiling. It’s hard to relax when he’s willing himself not to cum on the spot. San’s hand is right above his stomach and the sight makes him dizzy.
They’ve seen each other shirtless, nearly naked plenty of times. But this is different. San’s never been this close, has never had his big hands so close to Wooyoung's dick. He’s achingly gentle, which is a blessing and a curse.
(or, wooyoung is completely normal about san giving him his first tattoo.)
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08 Jun 2026
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Wooyoung kisses San’s cheeks, then his nose, then the corner of his mouth. He kisses San like he’s trying to remind himself what the other man tastes like. “So you did get muscular,” he says softly.
San smiles. He’s definitely proud of himself. “You didn’t believe me?” Even with a healing cut on his lip and calloused hands, San is devastatingly soft.
“Of course I believed you,” Wooyoung whispers. His nose brushes against San’s cheek. “I just wanted to see for myself.”
(or, it's september when wooyoung's lover finally returns from war.)
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07 Jun 2026
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“Sannie,” Wooyoung purrs. He moves even closer, until he’s practically sitting in San’s lap. San needs to feel the weight of Wooyoung on top of him. “Do you wanna kiss me?”
San swallows thickly. Wooyoung’s all over him, and his scent settles in his lungs. “I’ve—I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
Wooyoung smiles. He straddles San’s lap and circles his arms around his shoulders. “San-ah,” he breathes. “‘M gonna have so much fun with you.”
(or, wooyoung teaches san how to kiss.)
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07 Jun 2026
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Wooyoung tak suka miliknya dilirik.
Jadi jangan tantang ia bermain licik.Bookmarked by brataddict
27 May 2026
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So here he was now, standing in the apartment they shared, with Wooyoung’s dream fulfilled and his lover transformed.
With a vampire fledgling on his hands.
“I’ve told you how many times now,” San said, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at Wooyoung’s furrowed brows and narrowed eyes, “that you can’t sink your fangs into everything you come across?”
He gestured toward the couch. “The last time I checked, our sofa doesn’t have blood in it.”
In response, San heard something that could only be described as a quiet growl—if vampires were even capable of making such sounds. It reminded him painfully of an annoyed cat, cornered and offended, refusing to admit guilt. San raised an eyebrow, only to be met with Wooyoung squinting even harder, looking exactly like a kitten caught chewing on forbidden cables and daring its owner to scold it again.
His love.
And, unfortunately, his responsibility.