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San considered himself a regular guy. He worked a standard office job, went to the gym 5 days a week, and ate a fairly balanced diet. He lived in a mid-sized apartment with his wonderful boyfriend and their Siamese cat and the two of them regularly spent time with their friends. His life was quiet and calm and predictable. Outstandingly average and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Average that is, minus one little thing.
“Thank god,” Wooyoung panted as he threw open the door. San knew better than to even waste time fumbling with his keys as the younger man was always waiting for him on the other side. Listening for the predictable sound of his shoes shuffling up the stairs. “I’m starving,” he whined, pulling San through the door and slamming it shut behind him.
In seconds Wooyoung was kneeling in front of him, yanking at the drawstrings of his sweats and peeling down his sweaty layers of clothes. San had just finished a particularly exhausting workout and the cool air made him shiver as it hit his sweat slicked skin. When the two of them had first gotten together San felt applauded that Wooyoung wanted to touch him when he hadn’t even showered away the sticky remains of his training. Now though, he realized that the musk just turned Wooyoung on even more.
Sick little freak.
San would die for him.
Wooyoung nosed along his happy trail, nipping at his hot skin and smiling when it made San twitch beneath him. He traveled further down, hands grasping at his knees to shove San’s legs far enough apart to give him space to work. He let his fingers caress the inside of his thigh, grazing the skin with his blunt nails as he made his way to the one thing he had been waiting for. He let his fingers dip into the wet heat that already began pooling at his entrance.
Always so eager for him.
Wooyoung pulled his fingers back, watching as a thick string of slick connected them to San’s cunt. He slid his wet fingers into his mouth and San watched with awe as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, a low moan rumbling in the back of his throat. It always amazed him how quickly Wooyoung could fall apart from just a few tastes. It made him wonder if his pussy actually was magic as Wooyoung often said it was.
Once he got his first taste he couldn't hold back any longer. Wooyoung dove in, tongue first as he began to devour his boyfriend.
He went straight for his entrance, holding him open with his calloused thumbs as he lapped up the wet mess San had been making just from having Wooyoung kneeling before him.
“So wet for me baby.”
Wooyoung always did that. Always marveled at how wet San got as if he could control it when he had the hottest man he had ever laid eyes on swirling his tongue across his aching hole.
San moaned, bucking his hips forward. Wooyoung took his hint and steadied his tongue, pushing until just the tip of it slid inside. San cried out, letting his head hit the door behind him and hoping it was enough to keep him standing when his legs were already threatening to give out. And Wooyoung hadn’t even gotten inside of him yet.
Wooyoung would be the death of him.
Wooyoung pulled back, letting just the smallest bit of his tongue breach San over and over until the older man felt like he was ready to scream.
“More,” San whined, trying to shove his hips down but Wooyoung caught him in a bruising grip. His large hands holding San in place as he continued his teasing.
Wooyoung loved to get him worked up. Loved to tease him and push him to the edge until San was practically sobbing and begging for more.
He loved to push him, but he loved to taste him even more. And right now that need seemed to be winning over as he gave in and gave San exactly what he wanted. Without warning Wooyoung pulled out, leaving San entirely empty and devastated before shoving back in as far as his tongue could possibly go.
San choked on a sob, his head going numb as Wooyoung’s tongue pushed in so deep.
His hands found the back of Wooyoung’s head and he pulled him closer, trying to get him in just a bit further. Wooyoung groaned beneath him, letting his jaw go slack as he watched his boyfriend try to grind down on his stiff tongue. Let him pant and whine and buck his hips like the needy little thing Wooyoung turned him into every time he found his way between his legs.
San began to slide up and down his face, smearing slick all across Wooyoung’s chin and lips, knowing that Wooyoung was getting exactly what he wanted out of this. He rocked his hips, feeling the way Wooyoung’s tongue flexed inside of him and losing himself in the slight friction it gave as he tried to keep him as deep inside of him as possible. He kept up this messy pace until his clit brushed against the sharp peak of Wooyoung’s nose and San almost came on the spot. A fat glob of slick pooling out beside Wooyoung’s tongue.
He sighed, angling his hips so every thrust had him rutting against Wooyoung’s nose. Riding it like the perfectly crafted seat it was. Grinding his bundle of nerves against it until he was seeing stars. Hissing from the overwhelming sensation.
He was a mess, choking out curses under his breath and moaning like this was the first time he had ever been touched.
With Wooyoung every time might as well be his first.
He felt his stomach begin to tighten, sure that if he kept up this pace he wouldn’t last much longer. He tightened his grip, shamelessly humping Wooyoung’s face as he chased his release.
“‘m gonna cum. Please. Please c’n I cum Youngie? Fuck please let me cum.”
Wooyoung simply grabbed his hips, so tight he was sure it would leave bruises in the morning, and shoved San forward, burying his nose into his clit so hard it had San screaming his name.
Pleasure exploded in him and he felt himself gush around Wooyoung’s tongue that had begun thrusting in and out of him. San’s body convulsed over him, hands tight in his hair to keep himself steady. Wooyoung let him ride out his pleasure, slowly pumping his tongue in and out as San continued to clench around him, the sweet taste of San’s cum coating his tongue further each time.
When San began to whine at the sensitivity, Wooyoung slowly pulled out, stretching the stiffness from his jaw.
“That was quick,” he said with a smile as he lapped at San’s spend that still coated his face.
“Sorry,” San said with a blush. “You just looked really good down there.”
“Hey don’t apologize to me, that just means more time for round 2,” Wooyoung said, raising his eyebrows. A cocky smile painted across his face.
San rolled his eyes. “Can I at least shower first?”
“Noooooo,” Wooyoung pouted but San was already waddling towards the bathroom, his sweatpants still wrapped around his ankles.
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“Fuck, Wooyoung,” San sighed, tightening his grip in his two toned hair.
He let his head fall back into the pillows, gasping as Wooyoung’s expert tongue flicked over his clit. Rubbing tight circles as he brought San closer and closer to the edge.
“F-fingers,” he panted.
Wooyoung obliged, shoving two fingers deep inside of him, making him groan in pleasure.
He matched the pace of his tongue, working his fingers in and out quicker and quicker as San grew boneless above him. San would never tire of this.
The feeling of Wooyoung’s thick knuckles stretching him open further and further. Catching on the rough skin as he crooked them. Hitting deeper and harder with each thrust, coaxing more pleasure from San than he ever thought possible.
It was like every second together Wooyoung was teaching him something new.
He lost himself in the feeling of his boyfriend showering him with love and devotion. Trying with every thrust to consume the man whole. Letting his mind grow fuzzy until he felt the thread pulling tight.
“Close?” Wooyoung asked, tongue still glued to his clit.
He knew San better than the boy knew himself. Always able to read his every move. Always knowing what San knew before he could see it himself.
San whined in response, trying and failing to grind his hips down on Wooyoung’s fingers.
Wooyoung hummed, picking up his pace. It took only a few more thrusts before San was crying out, body trembling and spilling over Wooyoung’s waiting tongue.
Wooyoung lapped up every drop. Savoring everything San gave him and diving back in hoping for just a tiny bit more. Grunting and whining as he sucked at the sensitive skin. Always so greedy.
“Baby,” San whined, weak hands grabbing at his hair. “Want you.”
Wooyoung sat up, his face slick and shiny with a thick coat of San’s cum. He licked his lips and quickly removed his boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock that sat entirely ignored despite this being San’s third orgasm of the night. (Wooyoung having convinced him to let him go down on him in the shower).
He gave himself a few shallow tugs before sliding his length over San’s messy cunt. Rubbing through the saliva and cum and moaning as his own dick began leaking at the sensation.
San knew that Wooyoung cared very little for his own pleasure. That he found more satisfaction in pleasing San than getting his own dick wet. He knew Wooyoung would be satisfied with this. Rutting his dick through San’s slippery folds until he came and claimed San over and over again. But now, even being three orgasms deep, all San really wanted was to be stuffed full by the love of his life.
He reached down, grabbing at Wooyoung’s flushed red cock and steadying it before shoving his hips down. Catching the head inside his needy hole. They both gasped, the feeling equally overwhelming and not enough. Wooyoung pushed in further, burying himself in San’s tight heat.
He set a quick and messy pace, fucking into San like he was desperate for relief. San felt it too. The building pleasure as Wooyoung brushed over his most sensitive spot, hitting it over and over as he raced towards an embarrassingly quick end.
Well it would be embarrassing if Wooyoung wasn’t equally as affected and twice as vocal.
Deep groans and a few high pitched whines sneaking past Wooyoung’s still shining lips. Filling the air with his desperate sounds of pleasure that always made San’s skin tingle. He reached down to circle his clit, knowing that Wooyoung would be finishing any second now. Wooyoung caught his wrist, pulling his arm away and eyeing San like he should know better.
Wooyoung held open San’s legs, never once giving up his pace. He stared down at where they were connected and bit back a moan at the sight. Wooyoung pursed his lips and let a glob of spit drip from his mouth, landing right over San’s aching clit. San’s eyes rolled back and he resigned himself to whatever twisted desires lived inside of Wooyoung’s mind.
He circled his clit, letting his fingers swirl through the slick wet skin.
Wooyoung always had been a messy eater.
He began toying with the swollen sensitive bud and San cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as Wooyoung touched him in every way he hadn’t known he needed him to. It took a few flicks of his wrist before San was sure he was going to burst. Wooyoung knew it too.
“Hold on baby, I’m almost there. You can hold on right? Be a good boy for me?”
“S’ good for you,” San slurred out, “Wanna be good for you.”
San’s eyes began to well with tears. He sniffled trying to hold them back and Wooyoung wasted no time reaching for his cheek. Holding his face and looking at him with all the love in the world.
“You are so good for me Sannie. So good and sweet and perfect. Don’t know what I would do without you, my perfect boy.”
With that, San let the tears fall. Choked out ugly sobs as his boyfriend continued praising him and railing the life out of him.
How did San get so lucky?
“I’m gonna cum baby.”
Wooyoung’s voice was a single grounding presence as San’s mind threaded to float away entirely.
San nodded, lifting his head as much as he could in this state to try and kiss him. Lucky for him, Wooyoung was already coming to meet him halfway. Their lips crashed together and that was all San needed to push him over the edge. His walls fluttering around Wooyoung and dragging him right over the edge with him.
The two of them groaned and panted into the kiss, Wooyoung filling San the way he so badly wanted him to and San twitching around him, milking him for every last drop.
When Wooyoung was too exhausted to hold himself up he slowly pulled out, coming to lay along San’s toned stomach.
San let his fingers card through Wooyoung’s hair, combing through all the newly forming knots in the hair he had just washed and conditioned.
“We’re probably gonna have to shower again,” he said softly. Breaking the simple aftercare silence.
“Yeah,” Wooyoung groaned, shifting a little from his spot until he rested right between San’s legs.
“Youngie,” San groaned, knowing exactly what his mischievous boyfriend was up to.
“What? I’m just helping you clean up,” he teased, bringing his tongue down to lick through the sloppy mess.
San rolled his eyes, throwing his hands over his head and mumbling something about not being worth the fight.
So yes, San had a fairly regular life. Regular, that is, minus the little situation of his boyfriend's obsession with eating him out.
San would never complain, loving every second his boyfriend spent burried between his folds. Lapping at his sweet slick like it was the only thing keeping him on this earth. Yes, sometimes it could get exhausting. Going round after round after round trying to keep up as Wooyoung begged him for more. His sharp eyes brimming with tears because he just wants one more taste, whispering praises to push him to submit.
I know you can do it Sannie. Just for me.
He always gave in. Willing to give Wooyoung the world if he wanted it. Who was he to deny when Wooyoung looked up at him from where his face was burried between his legs, eyes half lidded and drunk on desire.
Looking as if he were made to be right here.