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Wooyoung had been thinking.  

Ever since a video came up on his timeline, he had been thinking.  

What would it be like to be pissed on?  

San and Wooyoung were no strangers to kink and fetishes, truly. They’d done some pretty hardcore stuff in the past but this, this was something neither of them had brought up, or even thought of until now.  

The video showed a man kneeling on a bathroom floor naked, the other man’s hand pulled taught in his hair as he threw him around like a ragdoll and placing the boy wherever he wanted. Wooyoung was already very well versed in that, San not being afraid to manoeuvre and throw Wooyoung around and Wooyoung fucking loved it. Intrigued, Wooyoung kept watching. He saw the bottom be led into the shower where the top, who was fully dressed, began to unbuckle his belt and Wooyoung had always had a thing for the power imbalance of one person being fully nude, exposed while the other was fully dressed so it wasn’t a surprise when his own cock twitched in his boxers.  

The video continued, showing the top tightening his fist in the bottom’s hair, pulling him forward and tapping his lips with his cock, prompting him to open, and he did. Wooyoung watched as the man on his knees got face-fucked, spit and drool and tears running over his face uncontrollably, and Wooyoung’s cock twitched again, steadily raising in interest.  

Wooyoung paused the video and got up to shut his bedroom door, before falling back onto his bed, getting comfortable and resumed the video, snaking his hand down his torso to the band of his sweats, just stroking and teasing the sensitive skin there as he continued to watch.  

The man in the video continued to thrust his cock ruthlessly in and out of the others mouth, clearly finding pleasure in the way he whined and gagged with every motion of his hips. Wooyoung finally slid his hand into his boxers, grasping his length, beginning to slowly stroke up and down, finger circling his slit and gathering the bead of precum and spreading the fluid over his shaft to ease the glide. With one hand on his cock and the other holding his phone over his face, he kept his eyes on the screen in front of him.  

Next, the top suddenly pulled out, yanking the other boy up and flipping him around, pressing him onto the tiled shower wall and sliding into him in one go. The bottom gasped, fingers curling, desperately attempting to find something to grip onto, but to no avail. Looking back at the man fucking him, tears flowing down his cheeks, he whimpered as the top pressed impossibly deep, a pained expression on his face, whining and whimpering and the top had clearly had enough, bringing his hands from the bottom’s hips to his head and pressing his face against the tiles.  

The pure show of disrespect had Wooyoung fully gripping his cock, beginning to properly stork himself now, hips bucking up into his fist as he watched the top draw back before snapping his hips forward hard , eliciting a sharp inhale from the bottom whose face screwed up in part pleasure, part pain. Wooyoung knew that face all too well, as it was the face he often sported when he was getting intimate with San. He loved it when San made it hurt, and Wooyoung knew San loved to see just how wrecked Wooyoung would get from a hard slap in the face or a brutal hit to his ass, inner thigh, or anywhere San’s hands could reach and anywhere San knew it would hurt most.  

The top in the video was keeping a slow pace for the moment, thrusting in and out hard and deep, the bottom screaming every time and Wooyoung turned his volume down a few notches even though San wasn’t home, it was just himself, this video, his right hand and his weeping cock.  

The top soon began quickening his pace, pulling the bottom’s hips back flush against his thighs as he pounded in, the bottom’s cock bouncing helplessly between his legs with each snap of his partners hips.  

The bottom whined and moaned and begged the man to slow down, to give him a break but his pleas where ignored, the cock in his ass pistoning impossibly faster, and Wooyoung watched as the boy in the video’s knees wobbled, threatening to collapse beneath him. The top growled, “stand up, slut, you like this” while the bottom pleaded with him, hands now behind his back, trying to shoo the man behind him away, the man in question slapping his hands away as the bottom shook below him. Wooyoung’s hand sped up.  

With one particularly rough thrust, the bottom jumped away, looking back clearly shocking himself at his disobedience. The top gripped him by the hair, pushing him to the ground until his knees hit the tiles with a wince before grabbing a hold on his own cock, holding it above the bottom’s face and Wooyoung watched attentively, intrigued as to what would happen next, assuming the top was just going to come on his face, but Wooyoung’s brain short-circuited when he saw a stream of urine instead of semen fall onto the bottom’s face.  

Wooyoung’s cock throbbed in his hand, speeding his pace up as the man in the video unashamedly pissed all over the bottom’s crying face, using the thumb of his free hand to open the boy below jim’s mouth, urine cascading over his cheeks, some dripping into his mouth, some falling onto his shoulder and Wooyoung was so entranced he didn’t even notice how tight the coil in his stomach had become until he was coming into his boxers. His legs tensed, toes curling as hot ropes of come stained his hands, seeping onto his boxers through to his sweats. His body shook and convulsed as his eyes not once left the screen of his phone.  

Another wave of pleasure overtook him just as he was coming down from his high when the top in the video forced the man below him to swallow. Unexpectedly, Wooyoung’s hips bucked up again, more come dribbling from his cockhead. Wooyoung panted, hand still wrapped around his softening cock as he let his phone drop beside him, video still playing at a low volume as he looked at the ceiling.  

Was he into piss?  

This question would sporadically pass through his mind, and he found himself more often than not, watching that specific video whenever he was touching himself, always coming hard as soon as the top began urinating. He put it down to curiosity for a bit until he got to a point where he began imagining the men in the video was himself and San and fuck that really did it for him.  

Wooyoung barely needed the video anymore, his imagination being more than enough as he thought of all the ways San could destroy him, slap him around as usual when Wooyoung got a bit too bratty for San’s liking. It was all about humiliation for him. He loved feeling little and disrespected and dirty, and he knew San knew this, but definitely not to the extent that Wooyoung was now fantasising about.  

He wanted San to pry his mouth open, to fuck his cock into his mouth until he choked, slapping his face when he tried to pull away. He wanted San to make him obey, to grip his hair tight , keeping him in place as he pulled back and let the warm liquid hit his face, San’s grip on his jaw forcing the liquid into his mouth before forcing his jaw shut, not letting go until Wooyoung had swallowed every drop and fuck, Wooyoung really wanted that.  

He felt dirty, wrong, for even thinking about this. He also felt scared, nervous to voice this fantasy to his boyfriend. Again, they were no stranger to hard kinks and fetishes and all things related. They’d done some pretty disgusting things before but nothing like this. It wasn’t even brought up when they discussed their boundaries and established safe-words and all things related when they both admitted they were kinky little fuckers, and that vanilla sex just wasn’t doing it for either of them.  

But piss? That was one of the few things they hadn’t spoken of, because it hadn’t even crossed their minds, neither of them (at least at the time) had any interest in it. And yeah, they’ve tried things that hadn’t worked out before, but that was all a part of the fun, all a part of finding a rhythm and the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.  

It had been a couple of weeks since Wooyoung first came across that video, and he wouldn’t lie, he still absolutely loved their sex-life and the way they fucked but Wooyoung really wanted to try this out, he just didn’t know how to bring it up. Neither of them were shy when it came to these things and their curiosities but to Wooyoung, this just seemed….. a little different to the ideas they usually brought up.  

He knew he had to bite the bullet and just say it, it was just a matter of when and how because fuck, his curiosity was eating him alive.  

They were both sitting on the couch after a long day, some random drama playing on the TV that neither of them was paying attention to, both engrossed in their phones. Or at least San was, Wooyoung was pretending to be but really, he was just staring at his home screen, contemplating whether he should actually bring the whole piss thing up or repress it and push it so far out of his mind until it became a silly little memory he could laugh about. Ha Ha, remember that time I was into piss? Ha Ha that’s so funny and silly of me.  

Realistically though, Wooyoung knew that that was one of the worst things he could do, that he just needed to talk to San about it and that the worst thing that San could say was no. He knew realistically that his boyfriend wouldn’t judge him, but also wouldn’t be afraid to turn the idea down if it was something he really wasn’t interested in, which had happened before when Wooyoung asked him to kick him in the dick. He was glad San turned that down because after some internal deliberation he realised that that was actually a passing curiosity, and he definitely really didn’t want to go through that. San knew him better than he knew himself sometimes.  

Wooyoung fidgeted in his spot against the armrest, taking a deep breath in, squeezing his eyes closed because he really didn’t want to see San’s reaction to what he was about to say.  

“Hey San,” Wooyoung began, and San didn’t look up from his phone as he muttered a little ‘yes baby?’. He kept his eyes closed and took another deep breath in. “I want you to piss on me.”  

San dropped his phone into his lap as his head snapped up to Wooyoung, eyes blowing wide and mouth dropping open, “HUH?”  

Wooyoung opened one eye hesitantly to see San’s face lit up in shock before sighing, opening both of his eyes and sitting up, shuffling towards his flabbergasted boyfriend across from him.  

“I want you to piss on me” he spoke again, surer of himself this time. He watched San’s eyebrows furrow a little in question.  

“How’d you figure that one out? Is this like the ball kicking thing? Because I really don’t want to do something that you’re going to end up really hating.”   

Wooyoung looked at him, understanding his hesitance, but he really did want his.  

“I saw this one video and I don’t know it just-“ he began, picking at his fingers nervously and San simply placed a hand over his, urging him to go on, that it was okay, he was listening. “I saw this video and, fuck, it was just really hot, and I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard by myself in my life. Like, when I first found it, I came and then all of a sudden, I was coming again and fuck” he admitted, his cock slightly perking up at the memory. Not now dick, seriously.  

San nodded in understanding, “can I see the video?” he asked and Wooyoung felt himself relax just a little, knowing San was hearing him out, that he wasn’t completely disgusted.   

So, Wooyoung opened his phone, going into his bookmarks and handing San his phone, the video ready to play.  

He watched as San watched, taking note of his facial expressions as the video progressed. Wooyoung could see the cogs in San’s mind turning. Finally, San handed Wooyoung his phone back.  

“Is it like, a humiliation thing? Or?”  

Wooyoung nodded, “yeah, it just- it really turns me on, the idea of being made so, I don’t know, small? Like, completely disrespected because realistically, it’s pretty gross but fuck San-ah, I want to feel that small. I want you to make me feel disgusting and dirty, more than usual anyway.”  

That made San huff a laugh, knowing that he was pretty good at that, wilting Wooyoung’s usually bratty self down until he was a whimpering, begging mess.  

“Are you sure?” San asked, looking at Wooyoung for confirmation and Wooyoung nodded.  

“I am so sure.”  

San took a breath in, and Wooyoung was hopeful.  

“Alright then.” he announced making Wooyoung smile. “I mean, I’m not gonna lie, it kind of did something to me” San added, gesturing to his dick, which was at half-mast in his shorts and Wooyoung giggled, gesturing to his own cock, which was in a similar situation.  

They both made eye contact, looking at each other with deep fondness and shit eating grins on their faces.  

San couldn’t lie, when Wooyoung first said that he wanted him to piss on him and make him drink it, he was taken aback. I mean, they had done some pretty nasty shit before, but this was a bit different to their usual nasty. But after Wooyoung had shown him that video, the idea was less daunting and made him feel hotter than he was expecting. He may or may not have rubbed one out later to the thought of Wooyoung on his knees while San did something that was purely filthy and borderline unhygienic, but he did make Wooyoung drink his own cum from a cup before so, it wouldn’t be the worst thing they’d ever done.  

He smiled at the memory, the way Wooyoung gagged and cried but still took it like a champ. How he had found someone who was just as sexually fucked up and compatible was beyond him. He’d really hit the jackpot. San loved making Wooyoung cry and Wooyoung loved it when San made him cry.  

They had their safe-word system, they had their boundaries, and they were open and honest with each other when something didn’t do anything for them. He loved that part about their relationship, that they could share anything and everything truthfully, no judgement between them. But San truly didn’t have much of an idea as to how this was gonna go down, or what she should do beforehand. Did he need to drink heaps of water, so it isn’t super gross? Any foods he should avoid? What if he goes to pee and he chokes up and gets pee shy? (He doubts this will happen; they’ve shared the bathroom too many times to count at this point).  

San was at work when he got straight to research. For once, being the boss of a company and being stuck alone in an office most days had its perks, apart from the times Wooyoung would visit him on his lunch breaks and blow him under the desk, now that , was a massive perk. He loved watching Wooyoung walk out of his office with spit slick swollen lips and a raspy voice from the violent face-fucking he had just endured.   

San opened up an incognito browser on his computer and getting to it.   

How to make piss play less gross?  

He honestly wasn’t too sure how to word it, but he was sure he was bound to fine something, or at least he was hoping so. He was in luck.  

After scrolling the links a bit, he came across a post on Reddit, (San knew Reddit was a cesspool of no , but he couldn’t act like it didn’t help in situations like this, everything was on Reddit).  

Clicking the link, he waited for the page to load because apparently , the wifi system in his office was like a million years old. He was left looking at a loading screen a bit too long for his personal liking, his mind drifting off into a million questions all over again. Could Wooyoung get sick from this?  

See, San was no stranger to hard kinks and things of the like. He had training in Shibari and safe restraint use, many other things as well. His short period of his life where he was working a professional dominant at a club (where he and Wooyoung met and still frequent, both as patrons now rather than being in the acts themselves, although they did occasionally partake as San’s good friend Seonghwa was one of the most brutal doms he had ever met, and San couldn’t pretend like watching his friend take apart his sub, Hongjoong, didn’t make him miss the thrill of performing) had him learn all the extra important stuff, the stuff he didn’t really know about beforehand. He smiled at the memories, his early 20’s were something else . San honestly felt like Hannah Montana or some shit; one part of his life being filled with the most disgusting and deranged acts, the other side of him sat in an office all day filling out paperwork and smiling at his employees like he was an innocent angel from heaven. If only they knew , he thought.  

Finally, the page loaded and he leaned forward in his chair to focus, skimming over the page and its contents.  

Any tips for piss play first timers? The question read, and San scrolled down to find a member had made an entire do’s and don’t’s list. Great, this is exactly what he needed.  

Throwaway229887641:  

Professional Dominant here,  

Getting into piss play? If your partner is wanting to try it out, I’ve made an inclusive list for those doing the pissing! (if you’re gonna be the piss-ee, there’s a list for you at the end). I hope this helps!  

Starting off with the ‘do’s’  

• For the love of god, drink water. If you’re hydrated it's gonna be a lot easier on the person receiving! Just make sure you’re very hydrated! 
• I really recommend doing in the shower/ bathtub for first timers. Easy cleanup. 
• Lay waterproof sheets down if you’re doing it outside of a shower or bathtub. Laying a bedsheet down will only soak up the urine and allow it to get onto the stuff beneath it, shower curtains work for some people, but if it’s gonna be a regaular thing, id invest in waterproof blankets and/or plastic sheets. 
• The urinator may have a difficult time actually allowing themselves to go when faced with having to do it on command, so it’s best to drink heaps of water and try and line it up for when you REALLY have to go. 

San thought that was pretty simple, assuming that Wooyoung and his first experiment with this was going to be in the shower. After all, Wooyoung seemed pretty interested in the whole ‘shower scene’ in the video he showed him. San read on.  

Now for the ‘don’t’s’  

• NO ASPARAGUS FOR AT LEAST 24 HOURS BEFOREHAND.  

San laughed at this, thank god he didn’t even like asparagus. He focused back to the screen in front of him.  

• Same goes with coffee, it’ll make your urine smell really bad, and if you’ve going to make your partner drink it, its really not going to be pleasant for them. 
• I definitely do not recommend doing it first thing in the morning, your pee being the first one of the day. Your urine is going to be super concentrated and tough on your partner especially if you’re just beginning to explore with water sports. 

The main take away from this should be to simply just stay overly hydrated, make sure you’ve planned where its going to happen and set up protective sheets if you’re engaging outside of the bathroom to help with cleanup.   

Communication is the most important. Make sure both you and your partner talk it out completely beforehand, find out each other's boundaries and ensure you’re using safe-words and safe-word signals if someone is unable to speak. But overall, have fun and stay safe!  

See below for piss-ee advice…………..  

San sat back and sighed, closing out of the tab and letting it all sink in. He really had no issue with doing this with Wooyoung, he just wanted to get it right. Now that he knows the basics, he knew it was time for a little sit-down chat with his boyfriend to hash it all out and make sure they’re on the same page.  

Speaking of the devil, there was a light knock on his door before the knob was turned, a familiar face popped his head through the now slightly ajar door. “Can I come in?”  

San smiled lovingly at his boyfriend, at how sweet he was, always knocking and asking to enter even though San had told him a million times before that it was okay for him to just come straight in.   

“You can, sweet,” he said, a hand raising and waving at Wooyoung to come in and sit. As Wooyoung crept into the room, San noticed he was holding a plastic bag of food. His eyes lit up, “You brought me lunch?”  

Wooyoung shut the door quietly behind him, then he walked to the chair adjacent to San’s desk and plopped the bag of food onto his desk, before sitting on the chair and scooting forward so they could be closer and eat together.  

San hurriedly opened the bag, hungry. He had subconsciously been ignoring the grumbling in his stomach, too focused on his screen and the post he was reading. As he took the containers out and opened them up, he was hit with the smell of Wooyoung’s homemade tteokbokki and he groaned exaggeratedly, leaning back in his chair and letting his head loll back. He loved all of Wooyoung’s cooking, but his tteokbokki? It hit different.  

“Young-ah, thank you so much” he said, leaning over the desk to press a chaste kiss to Wooyoung’s lips, who happily reciprocated before pulling out the wooden chopsticks in the bottom of the bag, handing one pair to San before they both dug in. They sat in comfortable silence, San’s fast and obnoxious chewing and little mhm ’s being the only source of noice except the humming of his desktop and the shuffling along the halls outside San’s office. They just enjoyed each other’s company while eating, until San swallowed a mouthful and placed his chopsticks down.  

“So with this piss thing-“ San begun, Gochujang sauce caught in the corner on his lip, “how exactly do you want it to go down?”  

Wooyoung leaned over with an outstretched arm to wipe the sauce off of San’s face, bringing the dirty finger to his mouth and licking the sauce off as if it was nothing and San had to swallow a groan. Most couples do stuff like that, and it was normal, not sexual at all, but when it was Wooyoung doing it? The simple gesture made San’s head spin.   

Wooyoung sat back in his chair, folding his arms on his lap and shrugging, “I don’t know, I kind of like the element of surprise? It won’t feel as genuine if its super planned.” And San nodded in understanding.  

“Are there any hard no’s? Or things you want to avoid?” San asked, waiting patiently while Wooyoung thought deeply.  

Wooyoung hummed, going over the question in his head. Was there anything he wasn’t up for? He didn’t mind being made to drink it, he didn’t mind it getting all in his hair and all over his body. “Maybe we should do it in the shower? To start? I don’t wanna have to deal with cleanup, plus we can just shower straight after or if I end up hating it- which I really don’t think I will-” Wooyoung paused, adding that to the end of his sentence to reassure San that he did want this.  

“Alright, spontaneous and in the shower, got it. Anything else baby?”  

Wooyoung hummed again, scratching his head. What else?  

“I- uhm- I don’t think I want it like, directly into my mouth. At least at first, I think? I don’t know, that might change in the moment.” he admitted.  

San hummed, nodding. He was open to anything, as long as Wooyoung was comfortable, and he said so, Wooyoung smiling sheepishly.  

 They both sat there and ate until the containers were empty.  

“Alright baby, I gotta get back to work” San sadly announced and Wooyoung stood up from his place in the chair.  

“Want me to suck your dick before I go?”  

San had never said yes to anything faster in his life.  

Wooyoung was lazing on their couch, hands holding his phone on his chest and scrolling through his feed when he heard the familiar click of the door unlocking. He sat up, peeking over the back of the couch to see San toe off his shoes at the entrance. He slipped on a pair of slippers and trotted into the kitchen and dropping his gym bag by the counter before walking over to Wooyoung and placing a soft kiss the the top of his head.  

Wooyoung smiled a little, lifting his head for a proper kiss which was happily given, San’s plush lips pressing against his own as San leaned over the back of the couch. Pulling away after a moment, Wooyoung eyed his boyfriend. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over the larger man, at least the parts he could see from his position. San always looked so fucking hot after he’d come back from a gym session. Cheeks flushed, hair stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat. His grey shirt clung tightly to his body, dark patches over his chest from the exertion that was his workout routine.  

Wooyoung may or may not have a thing for a very sweaty and (what most people would say) gross San. He couldn’t help it. The knowledge that his boyfriend was working hard, growing his muscles and gaining strength really did something for him. The stronger San got, the more he could throw Wooyoung around and fuck, he really liked the idea of that.  

Snapping out of his little daze, Wooyoung puckered his lips, silently requesting another kiss to which San happily obliged before pulling away far too soon for Wooyoung’s liking.  

“I gotta shower, I stink” San admitted, pressing another quick peck to Wooyoung’s lips then stepping away, “I really have to piss too” he muttered, purposely a loud enough Wooyoung to hear as he walked away. Wooyoung shot up from his place on the couch.  

“Can I join?” he asked, maybe a little too obviously eager.  

San turned to his boyfriend and quirked his eyebrow, smirking. “Of course, baby.”  

Wooyoung had never moved so fast in his life, bouncing behind his boyfriend as they made their way to the bathroom. Once they had both entered the room, the door was slammed shut and San was pushing Wooyoung against it, connecting their lips immediately, hands travelling down to grip the smaller boy’s ass.   

Wooyoung’s hands fumbled with the waistband of San’s shorts, un-tying the drawstrings and pushing both his shorts and underwear down in one go, desperately gripping at San’s cock, hands quickly wrapping around his quickly hardening cock, only for San to slap his hand away.  

“Did I say you could touch me, baby?” San questioned, Wooyoung quickly shaking his head, eyes wide, hands now stiffly by his sides. “You’re a little too eager for my liking, forgetting even the simplest rules. Does the idea of me pissing on you make you that stupid, huh, you want it that bad?” he taunted and Wooyoung just whimpered at the degradation, ears burning.  

Fuck, maybe it really did make him dumb, but in his defence, he’d been waiting on this for what felt like forever. They had only just started and Wooyoung’s cock was already fully hard, desperately tensing against his jeans. He couldn’t help but grind his hips forward, desperate for some kind of friction.   

This didn’t go unnoticed, San pulling back and tutting. “I don’t know if you even deserve this Young-ah. We’re only just getting started and you’re already being so defiant. Maybe you don’t deserve this.”   

San stepped away, shaking his head in dissatisfaction and Wooyoung could help but beg.  

“Please, please. I’m sorry, I’ll be good I swear!” He pleaded, and San could see just how quickly the boy was slipping, eyes widening and glazing over.   

San always loved this part; watching his boyfriend fall into the deepest headspace, no pliant and needy and obedient. Usually, the younger was a brat until San pushed him so far, he couldn't fight anymore. San did love the bitchiness; it was fun the play around with him and coax him into complete braindead subspace, but he couldn't deny that on the rare occasion that his boyfriend would slip immediately had him feeling extra powerful.   

He knew Wooyoung was more than eager. He knew that he’d been waiting for this, waiting for San to choose the right moment.  

Wooyoung was still standing (barely), back against the bathroom door, hands stiff by his sides although sporadically twitching, wanting to reach out and touch but he knew he couldn't. He wanted this so much it made him feel insane.  

San leant forward and placed a chaste kiss to the youngers forehead before guiding him forward away from the door.  

“Get undressed and get on your knees.” San instructed, Wooyoung instantly pulling his shirt over his head and shuffling out of his jeans, boxers going with them until all his clothes were a pile on the cold tiles.  

He dropped to his knees and automatically clasped his hands behind his back, making San smile.  

“Good boy, Young-ah.” he praised, reaching out to the man below him and stroking his fingers through the dark locks, Wooyoung’s wide eyes slipping shut as he nuzzled into the touch.   

San stepped away and Wooyoung held back a whimper, already missing the attention, and watched as the older walked to their shower and turned it on. San looked over his shoulder to see Wooyoung kneeling, hands still behind his back and watching him intently, eyes roaming over his body, gaze often catching on his cock that was half hard, bobbing as he walked.  

He watched as his boyfriend stepped under the water, steam already fogging the mirror above the sink and God, Wooyoung was getting restless. His boyfriend was seemingly ignoring him, wetting his hair under the spray and reaching for the gel soap. He watched as the older rubbed it over his body, suds clinging to his skin, hands trailing all over before slowly reaching down to his cock, stroking it slowly to full hardness. His head fell back, a groan echoing around the room, and all Wooyoung could do was sit there and watch from a few metres away, still naked on the cold floor. He shuffled around, legs starting to ache.   

San could see the fidgeting in his peripheral, slyly smirking to himself as his boyfriend silently grumbled, impatient. After stroking his cock a few more times, he beckoned the younger over.  

“Come here, baby.” San ordered, Wooyoung about to stand until he froze in place, San tutting. “No.” He commanded, “crawl.”  

There was a moment where their eyes met, a silent standoff, Wooyoung processing before dropping to his knees once again, making his way over to the shower on his hands and knees. He shivered when he felt droplets hit his skin, the water cascading from the man above as he resumed his prior position. The warm water making his shoulders relax, eyes slipping shut before there was a harsh tug to his hair, forcing his head up to see San’s cock in his face.  

With one hand in his hair and the other wrapped firmly around his shaft, San rubbed his cockhead over Wooyoung’s slightly parted lips, the jump of his neglected length not gone unnoticed.   

As he fed himself slowly into the youngers welcoming mouth, the overwhelming, borderline painful urge to urinate overtook San again. The warm mouth wrapped around him, his full bladder and the visual of the boy shaking below him had San himself almost shaking. He didn't know if he could hold it much longer.  

Feeling slight pity, San used a foot to tease up Wooyoung’s thigh, purposely avoiding the place the younger wanted, needed it the most. He felt the boy moan softly below him once nose was pressed to abdomen, the vibration making him even more aware of just how full his bladder was.  

Pulling out, San held the base of his cock, hissing. Looking down, he searched Wooyoung’s face for any trace of hesitation, only to find none. The only thing San got from his expression was pure excitement, the younger still shaking in anticipation.  

He fed his length back into the youngers mouth, pressing himself all the way down his throat and when he felt the pressure of Wooyoung’s nose, and say his pleading eyes, San snapped.  

He abruptly pulled back, holding his cock downwards and let go, warm liquid streaming onto Wooyoung’s face. His eyes were now shut as San relieved himself over him. The liquid falling onto his shoulders, trailing to his stomach, droplets hitting the angry length that was being squeezed tightly between his tense thighs.  

The sound of the stream hitting skin gone, now a hollow sound filled the room, making San snap his eyes up to find his boyfriends mouth wide open, piss pooling on his tongue and filling his mouth. When Wooyoung’s mouth couldn't hold any more, San watched as the now lessening flow slid down the sides of his mouth, dripping onto his legs.   

Wooyoung was gargling, his mouth well and truly full as San finished, finally relieved. With his still hard cock, he teased it into the younger’s full mouth, his piss forced out at the intrusion.  

Suddenly, Wooyoung’s face twisted, his eyes squeezing shut further as his whole body tensed. Gurgling whimpers caught in his throat as his body convulsed, hot ropes of come painting his stomach and abdomen. San tore himself from the wet heat of Wooyoung’s mouth and began furiously stroking himself, soon tensing himself as his own come painted the blissed-out face below him.   

Just when he thought it couldnt get any hotter, Wooyoung’s mouth clamped shut, his adams apple bobbling as he swallowed the remaining urine, eyes opening to look at the man towering above him as another wave overcame him. Wooyoung had front row seats to watch as San’s cock twitched again, his balls pulsing as he unloaded more hot come onto his face.  

By the end of it, San was hunched over, a hand on the shower wall to stabilise himself as he came down from his high, Wooyoung still waiting obediently at his feet.  

By the time he came to, Wooyoung was a whimpering mess, hit shoulders shaking as tears gathered on his lashline.  

Oh fuck.  

San knelt down, sheilding Wooyoung from the water and placing his hands on Wooyoung’s messy cheeks.  

“Baby?” he whispered, thumbs brushing the mess away from his boyfriend's eyes. “Are you okay, Young-ah?”  

Wooyoung met his boyfriends concerned gaze, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, “I came without your permission, I’m sorry.”  

San felt himself physically relax, a fond smile overtaking his face.   

“It’s okay, Young-ah.” he spoke softly, “I’m not mad baby, you did so well. Let's get you showered and into bed, yeah?”  

Wooyoung nodded softly, taking San’s offered hands to stand, his knees wobbly as he took guided steps forward, so he was under the direct spray of warm water.  

San held him the whole time, gently rubbing soap onto his skin, threading shampoo then conditioner into his hair and handing the smaller his toothbrush, paste already on the bristles.  

When they were done cleaning up, San stepped them both out of the shower after turning the taps, wrapping Wooyoung in the biggest towel they had before leading him to their bedroom. Plopping a now somewhat dry Wooyoung onto their shared bed, San removed his own towel from around his waist, using the fabric to gently dry off the smallers’ hair before grabbing them both some sweats and an oversized hoodie for the awaiting boy sat pliantly on the edge of the bed.  

After they were both dry and dressed, San tucked Wooyoung into bed whispering a quick “i’ll be right back” with a chaste kiss to his forehead, before trotting into the kitchen and grabbing them both some snacks and water.  

By the time San re-entered the room, Wooyoung was sitting up, fiddling with the TV remote, eyes still a bit distant, but now mostly present. He snuck into the bed, throwing an arm around the smaller to pull him into his chest, handing him a water bottle and offering him the array of snacks he’d hauled from the kitchen.   

Wooyoung smiled up at his boyfriend, ever so happy, his heart melting in his chest at the fond gaze he received as he grabbed some treats from San’s outstretched hands.   

With a kiss to his temple, Wooyoung snuggled in against San’s shoulder, clicking on some random drama and wrapping his arms around the warm body next to him.  

“Thank you, San.” he whispered, “I love you, thank you.”  

He felt San’s lips turn upwards against his head.   

“Anything for you, Youngie. I love you too.”  

Soon, they were both knocked out, empty wrappers scattered around them, Netflix playing in the background as a backtrack to their quiet snores.