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San heard a rather dramatic sigh come from behind him on the bed as he sat at the foot, typing away on his laptop. He'd told his boyfriend that he would be too busy with schoolwork to entertain him, but the boy insisted on coming over regardless.
"Sannie, I'm bored," Wooyoung complained as he lied sprawled across the bed, taking up most of the space on the tiny, twin mattress.
"I'm busy," San replied, not looking up from the laptop perched on his lap, "I already told you that I have to get this paper done. You knew I couldn't give you attention if you came over."
Wooyoung huffed out another exasperated breath, "Yeah, but I'm bored," he said, as if it would change anything.
San ignored his boyfriend and kept frantically clicking from tab to tab. He felt the needy boy shifting around behind him, followed by warm arms being draped around his midsection as soft lips began pressing kisses sweetly into the side of his neck. Wooyoung's lengthy, dark hair tickled the back of San's neck slightly as he planted kiss after kiss onto his skin. If he hadn't known any better, he could have believed that Wooyoung merely wanted to innocently show some affection. But, if he knew his slutty, slutty boyfriend (which he did), he was trying to ease his way into foreplay. Sure enough, Wooyoung's hands found their way down to the waistband of San's pajama pants, and he began teasingly tugging at the clenched fabric as if silently asking for permission before full entry.
"Woo, stop it. I need to finish this tonight," San deadpanned.
"Come on, Sannie. I know you need this. You've been working so hard all week," Wooyoung removed his fingers from San's pants upon his implied request, and instead planted them on his shoulders and began massaging, "Just think of it as... stress relief."
San let out a brief chuckle at his attempts at persuasion, noting how his slightly raspy voice sounded much more sultry than normal as he said the last part.
"Mm. You really know how to tempt me, baby, but I need to do this. Maybe I can play with you later if you're lucky, but you have to stop for now."
Wooyoung let out his millionth sigh of the night and let go of his frustratingly responsible boyfriend. He flopped back down onto his back, his spread legs draped over each edge of the bed. San let out a slightly shuttery breath in relief. He didn't like shutting Wooyoung down when he was all needy like this, but he knew that if he wasn't firm, he wouldn't give up until San was pinning him down and roughly fucking every last bit of his cum deep inside of him. Fuck— not the time to be thinking those thoughts. Focus, San . He mentally gave himself a slap across the face and kept typing.
Behind San, Wooyoung hadn't quite managed to calm his libido. He chewed on his bottom lip and tried to focus his thoughts on anything other than the sexy man who was mere inches in front of him, and yet he somehow found himself letting out heavier breaths as he subconsciously grazed the fingers on both hands along his crotch, fingertips just barely pressing into the fabric of his sweatpants. By the time he realized that his hands were betraying him, his cock was already twitching closer and closer to arousal; he knew that he wouldn't be able to calm himself down at that point, especially not with San still so tantalizingly close. He considered his options only briefly before making the obvious decision to plunge his right hand into his pants, cupping and rubbing at his dick through his boxers. He really hadn't meant to draw any attention to himself, but the weak little half moans that were escaping his lips as he shamefully touched himself eventually gave him away.
"Wooyoung, what are you doing?" San asked after hearing those noises, his voice intentionally sounding disinterested.
"You just focus on your work. I'm... uh... fixing my boredom," Wooyoung tried to keep his voice sounding normal and keep the moans to a minimum.
Having San acknowledge his presence only did more to rile his horny self up. He jerked his pants and boxers down in the front to just below his cock. On impulse, he reached his left hand down to his balls and began kneading gently at them, rolling his palm over them and squeezing just enough to stimulate without hurting. He glanced up at his boyfriend, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed and facing away from him, and noted his phenomenal body shape. He watched how his back muscles flexed just slightly through his t-shirt as he shifted his arms while typing, how his tiny waist practically begged to be gripped, how his broad shoulders made Wooyoung recall how powerful he looked when shoving him up against a wall.
"You look so hot, San. Even just sitting there in your pajamas. You're so sexy," he said, to which San replied with a seemingly indifferent hum.
Wooyoung threw his head back as he brought his left hand up from his balls to instead grip the base of his cock. He had reached almost full hardness at this point and moved his previously dormant right hand up to rub the palm around the leaking head. He couldn't help but let out a whispered swear as he circled his palm around, feeling the precum spread and lubricate the easily stimulated tip as he moved. His thoughts wondered back to San, and how fantastic he was at fucking Wooyoung into oblivion. San's cock was so thick and full, and it filled him up so well. It often took quite a bit of preparation and sometimes a few teardrops before he could squeeze it all the way inside of him, but Wooyoung felt that it was so worth it for how completely owned he felt whenever San rocked his cock deep inside of him. He stretched him out so well to the point where he felt like his ass would never be able to cope with emptyness again. Not to mention, San knew all of his weak spots and could easily have him mindlessly blubbering and whining for more within minutes of fucking him.
At this point, Wooyoung was steadily letting out whiny moans under his breath. His dirty thoughts about San were getting to be too much, so he cupped his right hand into a fist around top half of his cock and began fucking through it, hips thrusting steadily upwards. The fact that real San was so close to him and trying to work had completely left his mind as he brought his left thumb and forefinger up to his tongue, got them plenty wet with saliva, then pushed his hoodie up with his forearm before rubbing and pinching his nipple. His steady jerks into his hand started to falter as he found himself arching his back upwards and twisting around from the sensitivity, still panting softly and letting out full blown moans every now and then.
Zero progress was being made on San's paper. How could he form a single coherent thought when his gorgeous boyfriend was behind him rocking the bed and making all those sounds? He could hear the squelch of his wet dick thrusting through his hand as he jerked off, and his own now-hard cock had apparently heard it too. Fuck, he could even smell Wooyoung's intoxicating arousal filling the room, clouding his mind with nothing but lustful thoughts. When he let out one particularly slutty groan followed by the faintest whine of Sannie , he couldn't hold back from touching him any longer. He put his laptop on the floor and turned around for the first time that whole night to see Wooyoung, eyes clenched shut and ridiculously pouty lips parted as he pleasured himself, his body writhing. San took a moment to admire the pure porn being privately showcased right in front of him, then slowly crawled up towards Wooyoung until he was kneeling with his legs in between his parted thighs. The younger's eyes snapped open at the sudden presence as he was pulled out of his blissed-out mindspace.
"Oh, fuck! I'm sorry, San. I didn't mean to, uh," he quickly stopped playing with his nipple, but couldn't seem to find the strength to stop pumping his cock into his hand, "Sorry. I'll go finish in the bathroom."
San pushed Wooyoung's rising shoulders back down as he tried to get up, then quickly yanked his boyfriend's pants and boxers further down so they were just below his knees.
"San, you don't have to. Just go do your paper. I can finish myself off," he managed to get out through his pleasured sounds and labored breathing.
San didn't reply, but smiled and leaned down to give Wooyoung a quick kiss before sitting back up and reaching into his nightstand drawer for his lube. Wooyoung finally stilled his hips and began slowly stroking his fist along his cock like one normally would.
"Fuck— okay, fine. Just be quick about it," he said impatiently as he shifted around to chase San's touch.
Once San's fingers were sufficiently lubricated, Wooyoung bent his right leg up to give him better access to his destination. San gently circled one finger around Wooyoung's hole, wanting him to get used to the touch so he would relax. He eventually pushed in about halfway, but it clearly wasn't enough for his boyfriend.
"I thought I said to be quick," Wooyoung grumbled in frustration as his hips tried desperately to get that finger in further.
San smiled, loving how badly his boyfriend needed him already. He carefully wiggled his finger the rest of the way into Wooyoung, who continued his attempts to speed things along with his grinding hips. San ended up grabbing one hip with his free hand to hold him still, then started to thrust the finger gently in and out, rotating it slightly every now and then to ensure he was sufficiently coating his insides. Wooyoung whined at the sudden restraint, but quickly got over it as San picked up the pace and reached as far as he could inside of him. He didn't even have to open his mouth to ask for the second finger, as San was already sliding it in alongside the first.
"Baby, you feel so soft and warm. You going to open up for me? Get yourself all loose and wet and ready like the good little slut you are?" San grinned as he watched Wooyoung react to his embarassingly dirty words with a blush and a nod as he fisted his cock.
"Yes. More. Please give me more. I need it so bad— need you to fuck me with your fingers," he threw his free arm up over his face, blocking his eyes with his forearm while he begged.
"I will, but you need to be patient," San replied, having to push Wooyoung's hip down again so he'd stop thrusting.
Since he felt Wooyoung stretching to accomodate the intrusion, he started to slowly and carefully scissor his fingers open and shut, resulting in a rather filthy whine coming out of his boyfriend. He alternated between scissoring and thrusting for a while, at one point driving the sensitive boy mad by doing both at the same time. It wasn't long before Wooyoung was begging him to speed it up again.
"Please, San, give me more. More fingers and... and more lube, please," he managed to say as his breathing still fought against him.
"Oh, baby wants it wet today?" San teased, knowing how Wooyoung sometimes wanted to be so obscenely lubed that the sounds coming from his hole almost rivaled the ones coming out of his mouth.
He pulled his fingers all the way out of Wooyoung (much to his disappointment) and before Wooyoung could complain or ask San what he was doing, the older boy lifted up the hip in his left hand to expose him further. He forewent lubing up his fingers and instead drizzled the lube directly onto Wooyoung's hole, quite a bit of it leaking to his ass as the rest of it poured inside of him like San intended.
"Oh my God, San... Oh my God... Fuck... Fuck!" Wooyoung was nearly going out of his mind as he let his mouth run free, jerking his cock almost impossibly faster as he relished in how hot he found that moment.
San quickly started thrusting three fingers into him like he'd asked, fingers grazing his prostate each time and finally giving him a proper fucking. He was encouraged by the delectable moans coming out of Wooyoung's mouth and the admittedly lewd ones coming from the ridiculously wet fucking. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail up the rest of Wooyoung's body, where he noticed he was once again playing with his sensitive little nipple and biting his lip in a poor attempt to hold back his sounds. It didn't take much of the harsh, accurate thrusting on that spot before Wooyoung, writhing in sensitivity under San's touch, felt himself on the brink of release.
"Oh fuck, Sannie. I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum. Please let me... fuck... please, I—" he gave up on the rambling begging and let himself just helplessly whine and mewl.
"Go ahead, baby," San kept his focus on his adorably horny boyfriend's face as he forcefully removed Wooyoung's own hand from his cock and replaced it with the hand that wasn't busy ruthlessly pummelling his ass.
That was it for Wooyoung, who couldn't help but let out one final, drawn out cry of his boyfriend's name before reaching his orgasm, his cum splattering all over his abdomen, his thighs, and San's broad chest thanks to the wild strokes that carried him through the high. San let up on Wooyoung's poor hole and slowly dragged his fingers out as he delivered a few more gentle strokes to his dick, careful not to hurt him or stimulate him too much. Wooyoung caught his breath as San wiped his hands free of lube and cum on the bedsheets, making a mental note to trade them out for clean ones before going to bed. He leaned back over his boyfriend, hands now resting on either side of his head, and lowered himself down to kiss his lips with all of the passion in the world. He finally pulled away, but couldn't resist going back in for one more kiss followed by a quick peck on the nose, which earned him a shy giggle and the brightest smile. San sat back up so that he was kneeling between Wooyoung's thighs once more and swept a hand through his hair as he caught his own breath. Wooyoung, with his limitless sex drive, was already preparing himself for round two. He removed his pants and boxers completely and kicked them to the floor, then bent up his previously straight leg so that it was mirroring the other, his feet flat on the bed and legs spread far apart.
He looked at San with eyes that were far too innocent for the various sins that just occurred, "Please fuck me, San. I want you to make yourself feel good. I know you need this right now."
San quickly tore his gaze away from the incredibly inviting sight of his boyfriend— ass dripping copious amounts of lube onto the sheets and begging to be permanently dented by his dick. He chewed on his lip, ignored the voice in his head (and in his pants) that was practically screaming at him, and turned away from Wooyoung, sitting in his original position at the foot of the bed.
"You're really too sweet to me, Woo. I did that just for you. I'll be done writing in just a few hours. Then, we can fuck. I promise," he picked up his laptop and resumed typing once again, using most of his energy to ignore the warm remains of Wooyoung's orgasm soaking into his shirt and the neglected boner that was raging away in his pajama pants.
Wooyoung groaned in frustration and sat himself back up on the bed, sitting with his legs crossed.
"Like hell either of us will be able to last even thirty minutes," he grumbled, idly plucking at the hem of his sweatshirt with nothing better to do.
San resumed his frantic typing, trying to get in as much work as possible because he knew damn well that Wooyoung was right.