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“Let’s take 10 everyone.”
All the dancers and members dropped to the floor, to sit or lay around the practice space, covered in sweat and huffing out puffs of warm air. The company had rented out a large practice hall, so they could properly map out their choreography and points for the upcoming concert tour, having decided to change a bit of the setlist in comparison to last year.
“Come with me.” Wooyoung said, grabbing San’s hand and pulling him forward.
The older didn’t make any protests, not that he ever did. He always gave in when Wooyoung wanted something; he just had to ask, sometimes even with just a look, and San would bend over backwards if that’s what Wooyoung wanted.
It was heady to have such power over someone; to know that no matter what, San would be there for him, would give him anything. Sometimes people thought Wooyoung took it for granted, that he just liked to take advantage of San, that he was playing with him, stringing him along, sucking the life out of him, like a leech.
And there was a time when Wooyoung even questioned himself; was he taking advantage of sweet, sensitive San? Was he reaping benefits out of a man that was clearly in love with him? Was what people said true? Wooyoung had to stop and take stock of himself then, his insecurities taken hold of his mind. He had a different way of showing his love and affection.
He was hot and cold, sometimes he was clingy and overtly physical, sometimes he was distant and teased with words that had a sharp edge.
That didn’t mean he didn’t care.
He had to learn to let people's words wash over him without letting them cling, to turn a deaf ear to their judgements over his personal dynamic with San. They didn’t really know how their relationship worked; they didn’t witness all the love that was actually there.
They only got glimpses, and tended to paint him in a light that wasn’t always the truth. Like Wooyoung was the one with all the power, he was the one that held the cards, the one that called the shots. But that wasn’t really true. He’d learned from the get-go that he had such a soft spot for Choi San.
He loved him immeasurably; from the moment he opened his heart and let himself feel all the love they could make, he fell; Wooyoung fell so hard into his arms he never again knew anything else that wasn’t San. The man governed his heart, wrangled his soul, cloaked him with his skin and filled every void of his being. So yes, maybe Wooyoung had San wrapped around his pinkie, but San had Wooyoung in the palm of his hand just as well.
Every time Wooyoung let his mind wander, it always careened straight towards his boyfriend, the love of his life; and that always led to Wooyoung staring at him too intently; and when that happened… Well, there was just no avoiding what happened next. It was like his body had been trained to respond to the olders. His eyes would simply start taking in every detail on San’s body.
His long legs, his pert little ass, his tiny waist, his perfect pecs, his bulging arms, his perfectly freckled neck, his handsome face, his thick hair… By the time Wooyoung made the rounds over his physique he was the one bulging in his pants, he was the one feeling too desperate, he was the one being toyed with, even if San had no such intentions.
“Where are you taking me?” San chuckles, tightening his grip around Wooyoung’s hand, following his lead out into the hall.
He doesn’t say anything as he’s led down the hallways, until they reach a unisex bathroom that’s thankfully unoccupied, and Wooyoung locks them inside. He grabs San by the nape, pulling their bodies closer against the bathroom door. “You’re driving me crazy out there.” He whispers against the elders mouth, pecking small kisses in between words, his hips already working against San’s thigh.
“I’m not doing anything…” San groans, pulling him closer by the hips, already mouthing at his sweat covered neck.
“You don’t have to do anything; you can just stand there, and it still drives me fucking crazy. I want you.” They’re mouths slot into a sloppy kiss, more tongue and teeth than lips, hands roaming over their sweaty clothes, their cocks standing hard and tall against each other’s through the fabric.
“We don’t have a lot of time…” San groans; with a a 10-minute break, they probably had a good 5 left. They’re hips already had a mind of their own, moving against each other in a rhythm perfectly slow and fast at the same time.
Wooyoung worked the zipper of San’s jeans down, snaking his hand inside to find the elders cock straining in its confines, and maneuvers it around to take it out through the hole the zipper leaves open.
“You know how hot you look with this red hair?” Wooyoung asks, one hand taking a hold of the newly red strands, the other expertly stroking his boyfriend’s cock.
“Probably not hotter than when you had it.” San moans, his hands squeezing and groping Wooyoung’s ass brusquely. “Fuck…”
“I want you to fuck me, baby…”
“Tonight… Tonight I promise you I’m gonna make you cum until you’re fucking dry.” San growls, his hand slides down Wooyoung’s thigh, grabbing at the meat of the limb until he reaches the hem of the shorts the younger is wearing, his eyes catching onto their matching tattoo over his knee, and it drives him closer to the edge.
San pulls the leg of the shorts up, up, up, until the head of Wooyoung’s cock peaks through the bottom, and he grabs hold. “Oh my god!” Wooyoung moans wantonly, his hips bucking without any precision, fucking into San’s fist. “You’re gonna make me cum… fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkkk—”
“Isn’t that why you brought me in here you little tease? I want you to cum for me. Think about how I’m gonna bend you over the bed when we get home. I’m gonna bury my face in your ass and I’m gonna eat you until you can cum just from my tongue, then… Fuck, faster…” San moans, Wooyoung’s fist moving over his leaking cock, licking and biting over the freckles on his neck. “Then you’re gonna suck it, you’re gonna get me nice and wet, baby. Right?”
“Yesyesyes, gonna suck you so good, fuck my mouth…” Wooyoung is getting louder, his pre cum steadily streaming from his head and coating San’s fingers.
“Yes… I’m gonna fuck your mouth until you choke on it… then I’m gonna fuck you…” Wooyoung was biting his bottom lip, nodding to every word San said against his neck, desperately moving his hips against the other. “So fucking pretty… Can’t wait to feel you around me, baby. Gonna get so deep in you I’ll leave my shape inside.”
“I want it, Sannie. I want it so bad. Oh my god. I’m gonna, I’m gonna c— hmmphhf!” Wooyoung cums before he can properly warn his boyfriend, his cock dripping cum over San’s fist against the hem of his shorts, his hips slow, his forehead dropping down to San’s shoulder, letting himself take a deep breath, feeling San drop little kisses to the side of his head.
Wooyoung opens his eyes and can only see San’s still throbbing cock bobbing in the air from the hole in his zipper. “Fuck you look so good…” he groans, dropping down to his knees. “Cum in my mouth.” Wooyoung closes his mouth around San’s cock, sucking half of it into his mouth, making the older moan loudly.
He could tell it wasn’t gonna take long, San’s cock was too hard, hot and pulsing. Wooyoung slid his tongue over the underside, then opened his mouth fully, tongue sticking out as he looked up into his boyfriends' eyes, asking for his release.
“Fuck…” Was all San could say at the lewd display. He used the hand still covered in Wooyoung’s cum to furiously stroke his cock over the younger’s face. “M’ cumming…” He whispers around a moan, throwing his head back against the door when he feels the first rope shoot out of him. Wooyoung immediately closes his mouth around it again, drinking down everything San had to give, tasting not only the older’s cum, but also his own as San continues to slowly fist his erection.
“My goodness…” San is trying to catch his breath, feeling as Wooyoung runs his tongue all over his softening member, cleaning him up with a satisfied hum.
“Taste good.” He says once he stands. Pecking a short yet deep kiss to San’s lips. “We should get back.” He breathes out, carding his fingers over San’s still sweaty hair, fixing it so it doesn’t looks as disheveled. “I think we’re already late as it is.”
That just makes them laugh, already imagining the other boys’ faces once they get back into the practice space, hand in hand, not doing much to hide the fact that they’d been getting off somewhere together. Wooyoung cackles, picturing Hong Joong’s disgusted expression while he washes his hands, looking into the mirror, deeming them both presentable enough.
“Okay! Let’s go!” He smiles, pulling San’s again again, a pep in his step this time.