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San couldn’t sleep again. He wasn’t sure why but he’d always struggled with sleeping ever since he was a little kid. His mom said that he didn’t so much as keep her up but she would wake up in the middle of the night and find him sitting on the windowsill watching people go on their merry ways in the wee hours of the morning.
Once he learned how to read it was kind of downhill from there; he’d stay up all night reading immersed in every possible world out there but his own. He went on quests, magical journeys and survived apocalypses every night, living thousands of lives over his adolescent years. And then in his teenage years he’d developed a pesky little habit of perfection and overachieving so with all the extracurriculars he’d been a part of and the lack of time he had to actually study, it was only natural that his sleep suffered.
And now, here he was, a junior in college, with just as many extracurriculars and ten times the academic responsibility and the only time he had to truly be alone with his thoughts was at night. San loved his roommate but even with the walls between them he never truly felt alone enough to sift through the thoughts from the day and the daydreams he had about the future.
San wasn’t particularly embarrassed about his habit of dreaming big but he was of how much he lived in his fantasies especially in the quiet hours before he slept and he always felt that if there was someone was within less than fifty feet of him, they would somehow telepathically know what he was dreaming.
Which is how he ended up stumbling on the only unlocked door to the rooftop of his apartment building. They weren’t technically supposed to go up there but San figured he was being careful and he’s pretty sure the landlord had already seen him sneak up there and looked the other way when someone’s bathroom flooded in the middle of the night. That’s the reward for being a good tennant, he figured and it was exactly why he resigned his lease. That and the landlord had offered him the only double apartment in the complex and San jumped at the chance to only have one roommate and Mingi was his best friend so he didn’t even count.
San was excited to get to his spot on the rooftop; his day was basically spent listening to how hard his semester was going to be (of course his classes were on opposite sides of campus too), running to man three booths on Quad Day for the dance club, the student council, the university library council and somehow he managed to have homework to do which should be illegal on the first day of the semester. But it was over and done, he was sporting a healthy tan and he was finally going to get some peace and quiet at his favorite spot in the entire university.
Except, of course it would be his luck that this time there was someone there.
San had lived in this apartment complex for a whole year and he had never seen anyone on the rooftop, he hadn’t even thought anyone knew about the ladder up. You had to go into the utility closet to access it and it always smelled too much like bleach so everyone avoided it like the plague but San blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times and the person was still there.
The person must have felt San’s eyes on them cause they turned around and met his eyes, “Oh, hi.”
San was a little stunned to say the least. The guy sitting in his spot was gorgeous . Like full on, Prince Eric level, fictional boyfriend, trip over your words gorgeous and if San’s mother hadn’t raised him to be the charismatic all star that he was, San might have opted to stare for another hour but alas, his mom had to be a good parent, “Hey. You must be new to the complex this year, my name’s San.”
The boy grinned and stuck out his hand for San to shake, “Yep! I’m new, I just moved here with my friends. My name’s Wooyoung.”
San shook his hand, tightening his grip a little; his professor had told him it asserts authority. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to in this situation but he figured it wouldn’t hurt, “Nice to meet you, Wooyoung. Listen,” San paused a little trying to toe the line between rude and inquisitive because frankly San kind of wanted to ask him out and he didn’t want to ruin his chances this early, “How’d you get up here? It took me like two months to find the exit up here so I’m kind of curious.”
Thankfully, Wooyoung didn’t look offended at all. He actually laughed and somehow he got even more beautiful. San wasn’t sure if it was the dark surroundings, the campus view or the night stars but he just couldn’t get over how pretty Wooyoung was. He was dwarfed in a red hoodie with a pair of comfy looking black sweatpants. He had a statuesque face, an aquiline nose and kissable lips. Like, super kissable. Kissable enough to force San into breaking his “no sleeping with anyone that lives in your complex” rule. He had long dark hair that framed his features perfectly and a glint in the moonlight revealed a pierced cartilage and lobe.
San was cut off from inspecting his “visitor” when Wooyoung explained how he found the exit, “So, you know how packing sucks?”
San nodded, he sure as hell knew about that.
“And you know how unpacking is somehow always worse?”
San laughed, “Yeah.”
“For real, like everyone always talks about how packing sucks but no one talks about the real enemy - unpacking. It’s like you did all of this work to pack and for what? Just to unpack it, like days later. It’s demeaning.”
Wooyoung had started throwing his hands around, the more heated he got about unpacking, the more dramatic his gestures were, “Anyway, so I hate unpacking so that means I had to go explore the complex instead and do everything but unpack which is totally going to backfire when I try to go to bed cause I haven’t even pulled out my sheets or pillows. Anyway, back on track Wooyoung, I just looked around the complex and there’s so many cool things, like we have a pool, a lounge, an arcade room, a gym and even a spooky basement! I didn’t even know apartments could have all that. My apartment last year sucked ass so when I got financial aid for this year, I figured it’d be nice to put in the money I saved for tuition into a nicer apartment and man it's already worth it. Now I get why rich people always want to stay rich, I never want to go back to a poolless apartment. I’ll probably have to though but that's for next year Wooyoung to think about. So yeah, I went into the closet cause I thought maybe it was another cool luxury thing but it turned out to be just a closet. But then I found the exit and now I’m up here! It’s really nice up here. Really calm.”
San stared. He always thought of himself as friendly but maybe he didn’t know the true meaning of the word if Wooyoung was the standard. San didn’t even know which part to respond to so he just said something dumb because of course he would, “You talk a lot.”
A violent pink blush made its way across Wooyoung’s cheeks and he pulled up his hoodie, hiding his face, “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
Instantly, San felt guilty, he hadn’t really meant it like that, he was just a little thrown off by the boy, “No, no, no. I like it. I feel like I’ve known you since I was two.”
Wooyoung brightened, “I get that one a lot too. I just like people and formalities always seem like a waste of time. Like sleep. Why would I sleep eight hours a night when I could do so many things in those hours.”
San laughed, “So that’s why you’re up here at this hour. I was wondering why anyone else would be sacrificing valuable sleep time on the first day of school.”
“I’m all about living life to the fullest and that does not include sleep. Why are you sacrificing sleep time, though?” Wooyoung grinned, and laid down on the blanket, looking up at the stars.
San followed his lead; it was his blanket anyway so he had every right to, “I come up here to be alone with my thoughts for a bit before sleep, I like the quiet.”
Wooyoung turned to look at him, glints of stars reflecting in his eyes, a small frown tugging the corners of his mouth, “Sorry to intrude on your alone time.”
San smiled, and shook his head, “Don’t be. It’s a welcome intrusion.”
Wooyoung brightened again and San was taken aback by how easy it was to influence his mood. It was almost endearing.
Yeah, San was totally going to break his rule. It was a good rule, though. A rule he created based on a past horrible experience when the guy he’d been sleeping around with did not take it well when San came home with a different guy. San had to get a restraining order and it just wasn’t pretty for everyone involved. It wasn’t actually San’s fault though. He rarely ever dated anyone; he pretty much never had the time and he never lied about his intentions so whenever one his “night buddies” as Mingi liked to call them got a little attached, it always irked him a little because he’d taken all of the necessary precautions to prevent this outcome.
San wondered where Wooyoung would fall on the spectrum. He had a hard time seeing Wooyoung attaching to him in a dangerous way, he was just simply too pretty not to be accustomed to meaningless sex. Or San hoped he was. So when Wooyoung announced that it was closing in on 3 am and he really was going to regret it, if he didn't at least pull out his sheets and pillow, naturally San offered to help him unpack.
And naturally, Wooyoung took him up on his offer on the condition they be “super quiet because my roommates are sticks in the mud and get super mad if I wake them up”.
Wooyoung led him to an apartment right down the hall from his which was a little worse for him - in terms of his rule of course. Everything about Wooyoung was exaggerated and dramatic so when San walked in on an apartment that was bright, cozy and utterly quaint, he was hardly surprised. The kitchen and living room were adjoined just as San’s was but they had green wallpaper that Wooyoung explained, Yeosang, his art major roommate, had done himself with the landlord’s permission. There were white vines and yellow sunflowers painted all over the walls and the kitchen was themed the same way.
San opened up some of the cabinets to see the inside art and when he commented on how extensive their pantry and food supply was, Wooyoung sheepishly admitted he liked to cook. Their couch was a cute, albeit very used, green Soho style sofa that had what San thought was about a million throw blankets draped all over it. There were a few framed pictures of friends and family all over the living room too.
After San was finished rummaging around, Wooyoung led him to his room - a stark difference to the main living area. Mainly because it was barren save for the ten boxes chilling on the floor. They barely had room to maneuver but thankfully it looked like the boxes were marked with their contents. They made quick work pulling out his sheets, making little comments about his choice of constellation patterns and sooner than San would have preferred Wooyoung’s bed and side table were set up. The nice thing is that they only opened one box which meant there was still barely any space left in the room to stand, forcing the two boys to stand in the same square foot. San was a good head taller than the other boy and something about the way he was looking up at him was making his stomach stir a little and when he noticed the tiny little mole on Wooyoung’s lower lip, the feeling in his stomach flared and he just couldn’t bring himself to look away.
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Wooyoung didn’t consider himself particularly lucky. If anything, he actually seemed to attract a healthy amount of clumsiness and mishaps in his life but if it all meant that he built up enough karma to meet the hottest man he’d ever met in his life then so be it. And Wooyoung could already hear Yeosang’s words of warning, “You should settle down, you need to stop hopping from boy to boy - you deserve to be loved in other ways than just the one.”
But Wooyoung loved the one way. Quite honestly, he loved sex and he loved it even more with sexy gods that look like who he’d fancast for Apollo. So, of course, he couldn’t help but be extremely disappointed when San said that he should probably leave now.
But San was also staring at him with a controlled fire in his eyes and Wooyoung had been in enough situations to (hopefully) interpret the intent in his gaze. So Wooyoung did what he does best and took his chance, “You seem really focused on something, though.”
San didn’t look up and Wooyoung realized he wasn’t actually looking in his eyes but at his lips. He murmured, “I am.”
“What are you looking at?” Wooyoung asked, whispering partly because of his sleeping roommates and partly because he couldn’t trust his voice not to break.
“Can I tell you the truth?”
Wooyoung nodded, breath baited, hoping against hope that it's what he wanted and what he’d been thinking about ever since they stepped into his room.
“I just really want to kiss your mole.”
Wooyoung’s knees almost buckled. He was not expecting that. His brain was actually having trouble catching up with what San said and it was clearly making him stupid cause he just stammers out the stupidest question in the world, “Which mole?”
San chuckles, “I really like the one under your eye but I was talking about your lip mole.”
Wooyoung hopped from one leg to another under San’s gaze, he didn’t realize San was close enough to even see that mole, “So you want to kiss my mole? Just my mole, not my lips?”
San shifted even closer somehow, “Yes. Just your mole.”
Wooyoung had to crane his neck now to hold San’s gaze and something in him relished the fact that he was so much smaller than the other boy. He wasn’t sure what to say in this situation so he just offered a meek, “Okay.”
San smiled, taking his time, brushing a finger across the mole under his eye, cupping his cheek. Slowly, San pressed his lips to Wooyoung’s.
It was a gentle, tentative kiss and Wooyoung could feel San’s focus on his bottom lip, pulling away and kissing the spot Wooyoung knew his mole was on. San had a certain tact to his kiss, pressing forward and pulling away so roughly that Wooyoung chased after his lips, stepping up on his tiptoes after them.
San smirked, apparently achieving what he was hoping for, as he slid his arm around Wooyoung’s waist supporting him.
San doesn’t attempt to do anything else, fulfilling his need to kiss Wooyoung’s mole apparently but at this point if San didn’t kiss him again, Wooyoung might actually have to kick him out to cure the major case of blue balls he was currently suffering from.
“San?”
San didn’t even bother to speak, “Hm?”
“My lips are kinda jealous.”
San chucked again, that low, cocky chuckle, “Jealous of what?”
Wooyoung huffed a bit, pouting, annoyed he had to spell it out for him, “Of my mole. You-”
San cut him off, crashing into him, pulling him up by the waist, throwing him onto the bed and climbing up on top of him.
Wooyoung’s body instantly relaxed in San’s grip. San kissed like he knew exactly what to do and exactly what he wanted and he just took it and Wooyoung loved it. San was possessive in his kisses, capturing Wooyoung’s lips between his teeth, claiming him.
He loved being manhandled, kissed into oblivion and relinquishing all of his power and control in favor of being led and guided. And San led. Oh, he led.
San moved against his body in a rhythmic manner, pressing himself into Wooyoung in the moments he pulled away from his lips, always giving Wooyoung’s body something to react to - something to ebb away at the remaining brain cells he was clutching on to. Wooyoung dragged his hand up San’s back trying to get his shirt off, failing miserably because San just won’t let him have an ounce of control.
But it excited Wooyoung. And it excited him ten times more when San pulled away for a second to pull off his shirt, like he was doing Wooyoung a favor, like he was rewarding him for a job well done (for what, he didn’t know).
But it was a reward, because San had well defined pecs and drool worthy abs and Wooyoung attempted to flip them over so he could have a little taste but San pushed him down with ease and lifted up his shirt. San pressed kisses all over Wooyoung’s flat tummy, dipping into his navel with his tongue and Wooyoung preened, hips bucking up. But San still pushed him down, this time pressing down on his crotch with his palm.
Wooyoung mewled. He wasn’t proud of it but it was the only way to describe it.
San stuck his thumb into Wooyoung’s mouth, the smaller boy’s lips automatically wrapping around it, sucking, “Shh, love. Remember, your roommates are going to kill you if you’re too loud and wake them up.”
Wooyoung felt dizzy with want, putting all of his energy into sucking San’s thumb while San somehow had the grace and balance to offer him his thumb, lick the strip of skin above the waistband of his pants and palm at his dick. Wooyoung knew he should probably do more but he was having a hard time focusing and all he could do was drag his nails up and down San’s back as he sucked on his thumb. He could feel San’s hard-on through his jeans so he knew was doing something right.
San removed his thumb and Wooyoung was about to complain but he offered his index finger instead. He chuckled at the forlorn look on Wooyoung’s face, “This one’s going to be inside you pretty soon and I want you to taste me before you taste yourself on me.”
“Fuck,” Wooyoung hissed, feeling himself get harder at the thought of whats coming, “Wait, San?”
San whispered as he licked another stripe dangerously close to where Wooyoung really wanted him, “Mm, yeah?”
“Can I suck your cock?”
The thing about horny Wooyoung is that he tended to have no shame, border on mindless and was truly and completely utterly filthy.
San looked a little surprised at the obscenity of the question but didn’t comment on it, “Fuck, Wooyoung. Get on the ground, on your knees.”
Wooyoung scrambled off the bed, pushing the boxes aside, as San ripped off his jeans and sat on the edge of the bed. He knelt between his legs marveling at the bulge in San’s boxer briefs, practically salivating at the idea of taking him all in.
Wooyoung was proud of his blowjob skills; over the years somehow training himself to have less and less of a gag reflex each time. It always served him well as a fantastic party (foreplay party?) trick but when San pulled out his dick and glided it over Wooyoung’s lips, his confidence wavered a bit. It’s not that San was longer than he could hande or anything but, fuck, it was girthy. Wooyoung could already feel his jaw hurt but the second he licked a stripe from the base of San’s cock up and placed a kiss to his head, San groaned quietly and a sense of power filled Wooyoung, building his confidence again.
Wooyoung loved the feeling of making someone feel good. He loved hearing the effect he had on them and he loved knowing that he had all the power to make someone feel the best they’ve had all day.
He relaxed his jaw and took the bigger man all the way down his throat and when he didn’t gag and he heard San struggle to keep his moans quiet, Wooyoung’s dick twitched in pride. He cupped San’s balls, massaging them as he bobbed his head up and down, sticking his tongue out and licking the sensitive slit on San’s dick every so often.
San’s eyes were shut tight and his head was leaning against the wall, abs rippling with each movement, his hand finding purchase in Wooyoung’s hair forcing him to slow down, “Slow- slow down, I want to come inside you.”
Oh, fuck.
Wooyoung froze. With San’s dick in his mouth, cheeks hollow and tongue still touching the top of his balls.
San was so taken back at the sudden intrusion, his eyes flitted to the door thinking someone walked in on them but a confused expression painted his features when he didn’t see anybody, “What’s wrong?”
Wooyoung slowly pulled off of San’s cock with a pop, “Um. Well, my condoms and lube are in one of these boxes and I don’t know which one it is.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Wooyoung winced, “No, I’m-”
“I heard what you said, it was a rhetorical question, Wooyoung. Fuck, I really want to fuck you. This fucking sucks,” San interrupted him.
It really did suck. Wooyoung wanted it just as much as San did, already imagining what it would feel like to be filled with San’s dick but he only had himself to blame for not having the foresight to know he was going to be fucked tonight, “I’m sorry. I didn’t really think I’d get fucked on the first night back on campus.”
San smiled at him, hand on his dick, “It’s okay, I couldn’t have guessed it either but... you think you can keep sucking me off? Your mouth feels fucking amazing.”
Wooyoung grinned and dove right back down on San’s dick with more fervor. San’s head hit the wall instantly, “Fuck. Fuck, Wooyoung. You’re so good at this.”
Wooyoung pulled off and took his balls in his mouth, jerking San off with his hand, swiping his fingers across his slit and judging by San’s pinched face and muffled groans, he liked it.
“I’m close.” He whispered, voice hoarse and Wooyoung abandoned his balls and sucked on San’s head licking across his tip. San grabbed a hold of his hair again and pushed his dick farther down his throat, encouraging him to pick up the pace.
At this moment, Wooyoung was praying to whatever god had given him the gift of no gag reflex as San started to hit the back of his throat.
“I’m going to come, fuck, I-” San moaned the words out, trying to pull Wooyoung off of him.
Wooyoung didn’t know if it was him bobbing his head faster and deeper when San had tried to pull his cock out, or his hand reaching up to tweak San’s nipples or his tongue digging into his slit that finally pushed San over the edge, spilling down Wooyoung’s throat with a grunt.
Wooyoung swallowed and slowly pulled himself off of San, licking the last of his cum, placing another kiss on his tip.
San slumped, stilling, motioning towards his lap, “Come here.”
Wooyoung scrambled up and seated himself around San, confused where this was going without lube.
San looked spent but he smiled up at him lazily, “You deserve a reward for that performance.”
Wooyoung preened at the praise, grinning as San spit messily on his index finger.
“I did promise you this finger inside you, right?” San asked, voice low and gravelly, “Let me know if it hurts okay? I’m only going to use one finger.”
San had pulled Wooyoung down to his shoulder and he nodded, his face buried in San’s neck.
Slowly, but surely, Wooyoung felt a wet finger slipping in. San buried his finger deep in Wooyoung’s ass before asking if he was alright. Wooyoung nodded against his neck again, breathless and San started fucking him with his finger with earnest, attaching his lips to Wooyoung’s neck with a messy vehemence that was bound to leave the smaller boy with marks tomorrow.
When San wrapped his other hand around his dick, pumping up and down with a finesse, Wooyoung had to bite down on San’s shoulder to keep from moaning loud enough to wake up the entire apartment.
San chuckled, feeling Wooyoung’s body shudder under his hands, never letting up as he whispered sweet pleasantries into Wooyoung’s ear.
Wooyoung was embarrassingly already close to the edge and San could tell.
“Come for me, baby,” San commanded, hard edges around every soft word and something about the command mixed with the term of endearment sent Wooyoung over the edge.
He spilled into San’s hands with a muffled scream, sagging into his arms, panting.
San lifted his hand to Wooyoung’s lips and he lapped at it, tasting himself on San’s fingers.
They stayed like that for a bit, holding onto each other, naked and dazed, revelling in the quiet of the moment.
San sighed, finality and a twinge of disappointment in his voice, “I guess I should probably actually leave now.”
Wooyoung mimicked his sigh, dramatically detangling himself from San’s limbs, “But it’s only 4 am and it’s a weekday.”
San laughed, as he shrugged on his clothes, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”
Wooyoung nodded, exhaustion creeping into his bones, now that he wasn’t horny out of his mind, “We do live in the same building, it’d be pretty hard not to.”
San smirked as he opened Wooyoung’s door, whispering, “I’ll see you when I see you then.”
He slipped out before Wooyoung could respond.