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San was all pliant on the wide couch against the wall. His soft brown hair fluffed as they rustled from him having his head dangling from the seating edge of the furniture. With his legs spread as his knees bent, the soles of his feet planted on the wall. Instead of laying down with his head on the armrest, he set himself up like bored teenager on a hot spring afternoon with their legs high, seeking the cooler surface of cement.
San really was like a child sometimes; whiny, clingy, loud and oftentimes, bratty. Craving his attention every 2 seconds Yunho left him to his own entertainment. One might find it obnoxious or annoying, but really, Yunho basked in it.
He loved San the way he was. He adored him.
Behind all the front of a brat, was a loving and lovely kitten with his own love language, to be expressive, to be loud, to be heard so that he was able to convey exactly what he wanted. And he wanted to give, but one could not do so when the other person isn't willing to accept.
And Yunho, loved to receive everything San was willing to give him, with all his pouts and grabby hands that were often extended for him to take.
And what San gave, Yunho wanted to return in tenfold.
Placing his coat on their hanger by the front door, Yunho steadily made his way towards the figure that gave out tiny little mewls, craning his hanging head following the sound of Yunho's firm footsteps on the tiles.
San, with soft white sweater, chest already heaving from having caressed his own chest, two fingers playing with his hardening nipple under the fluffy material. His other hand lost under that damn skirt.
The skirt that drove him absolutely batshit when he finally swiped the notification at work.
It was from San's private twitter account. More specifically the account he used to post all his nudes and lewd photos. San's was the only account he followed and Yunho had his notifications on, being one of a few people that followed the account. It was for them and their close friends.
As the post loaded however, Yunho knew that it wasn't one of those casual ones his boyfriend often posted. It was for him.
A video of San sitting in front of his favorite full body mirror down the hall of their apartment, legs under him with his knees spread wide, a sweater paw engulfing his tiny hand that held his phone.
It was one of his favorite positions to present himself in. All pretty and small. This time however, San had on a yellow skirt, and god, did he look fucking gorgeous in it.
The way the button clipped and secured around his tiny waist was sinful. The way the neat hems flared and opened across his milky thighs.
After a heavy wave of patients in and out his office, the breathless sighs and whimpers that traveled through the speaker penetrating the quiet room bloomed colors on his cheeks and tightened his pants.
San wasn't doing much, just drawing his fingers down and above his crouch under the skirt, teasing himself with light touches.
Yunho cursed under his breath after he read the caption San wrote. Gazing at the clock on the white wall, he couldn't wait for time to tick faster to finally head home and give San everything he was whining for.
come home already.
Now, as he hovered above his boyfriend who still laid touching himself like an eye candy all opened and unembarrassed, eyes hooded and glossed with something darker, something close to lust and need.
Eyebrows slightly creased from light pleasures, lips parted, pink like soft strawberry jello covered in spit that dared Yunho to take a step closer and have a taste.
His hands didn't cease their actions even with the older's intense gaze that seemed to burned on the edges. San moaned, digging his hand deeper underneath the golden skirt.
Yunho, not being able to hold in his groan, stepped forward and immediately grabbed onto San's ankles and yanked down from against the wall.
San, startled, let out a squeak, finally letting go of his dick to balance himself as he was suddenly manhandled to lay properly, horizontally, on their leather couch.
His cock was leaking from the rough action making him feel smaller as his boyfriend placed himself between his legs that were still held in the hands that seemed to covered all of his calves. The weight of his boyfriend's grip drew out a loud mewl.
Yunho seeing his kitten all squirmy, wrapped his smooth legs around his torso before finally surging down to capture his lover's plush lips.
Instantly, San stilled. Yunho's lips against him grounding him to take and take. With his legs caging the taller, Yunho was pulled in closer to press against San's small frame.
Following not long after, hands were fisting his light strands, pulling against his scalp eliciting strings of pain that further drew a groan from the back of his throat into the younger's mouth.
Against and beneath the clothes, their hard cocks rubbed and pressed.
"Yunho..." a whine, one that was laced with yearning, longing. Or maybe it was a sob, Yunho wasn't sure because San pulled him in closer. His hands leaving his hair to allow his arms to circle his neck instead.
Wanting to feel more, San draw his hips upwards, trying to get some friction between them to ease his throbbing cock. Yunho, thrusted down to meet him.
Their chest heaved. Their lips moved and pressed and pulled, sucking and sucking harder. Their heads tilted to give better access as their tongues brushed before San's rest while Yunho's worked its way inside the wet heat.
The shapes of their lips slotting perfectly, aligning in a way that brought moans and groans from them both. Yunho was sucking harshly on San's tongue then, pulling. Leaving the younger's mouth empty, needing to be filled.
Knowing actually what the brunette needed, Yunho let go of his legs to bring a hand up and insert two fingers between their mouths, his tongue and San's, adding an additional weight into San's mouth, pressing down.
San sobbed, his tight shut eyes opened as Yunho began to pull away and focus on his fingers instead.
Without a word, he pushed the digits further inside while pushing down on the soft muscle that immediate went to work.
Licking and sucking between the two, Yunho watched with darkened eyes, mesmerized by the tamed sight before him. Ever so desperate to please.
As San worked his tongue on his fingers, Yunho caressed his cheeks in a praise as he went for the damn article of clothing.
"When did you get this, baby?" He murmured lowly, more to himself as the smaller's mouth was currently occupied to really answer. Curious, intrigued and pleased.
San just laid back, gazing up all teary eye at Yunho who was smirking down at him. Heat began to pool, colors spreading on his round cheeks.
Satisfied with the work on his fingers and his kitten looking contented, he pulled them out with a hum and San let him without a whine.
One look at him told Yunho that San was beginning to fall into his subspace. He would go quiet, a little dazed but every much well aware. Just a little high on the rush of arousal.
He held eye contact with San to get a confirmation before saying, "shall we get rid of this?" twisting his fingers underneath the hem of the sweater.
San looked angelic in it, Yunho thought, but he looked even more beautiful without.
Ever so obedient, his boyfriend lifted his arms above his head to help Yunho take off the piece.
Breaths left the both of them as San's plain waist and chest came in sight. San, because the warmth was gone, and Yunho, because San looked like a dream with only the skirt against his pale skin.
Yunho, ever so in love with the person in front of him, went for a kiss. This one soft, mellow and sweet. Their mouths were sucking again. But this time, it was slow. Heated but in a way that increased their heart beats. Emotions ran, given, taken and received.
When they pulled apart, a sticky string bind them to still be close. They both wanted to be close, closer, so much closer.
"Yunho...," there it was again. The plea. Yunho wondered if San knew that he didn't have to beg for Yunho to give San everything he wanted. Their eyes connected, and San plead, "Please."
It was so soft, nothing bratty about it, nothing mischievous, nothing coy, just want and need. The need to be together in the most intimate physical way.
And for what he was asking for, with the way his eyes peered up at him, all soft and raw, Yunho was often reminded at moments like these just how pure San was as a person. And that he was so hopelessly in love.
Maybe he took too long, maybe seconds, maybe minutes, but San grew a little impatient as he was then tugging lightly at Yunho's dark turtleneck, trying to get his attention back. Or maybe he was just trying to get Yunho out of his clothes.
Chuckling at the cute reaction, he dove down for one more time for a kiss before picking him up with his thighs wrapped around his waist and bring them to their bedroom. San clung to him firmly.
Yunho didn't waste another second, practically dropping San on their bed before going to grab lube and a condom.
Coming back to stand before his lover though, he found San holding up the skirt from his thighs exposing his standing leaking cock. He was looking to the side, blush down his chest and up his face.
The older wasn't sure why San was so embarrassed until he went to carefully spread and bend his legs.
There, nestled between his plush cheeks was a butt plug.
Oh.
Oh.
Having gauged at Yunho's reaction, San instantly began to resist the blond's grips that kept his legs open.
They didn't falter, instead now there were long and strong fingers digging into his supple under thighs before they were placed over Yunho's shoulders.
He had put himself between San's legs, lowering himself to eye at the metal object that was currently aiding his kitten's weeping hole.
His eyes darkened, his smiles dropped completely, and San knew then that he was falling into his role. And it was the hottest shit, San thought to himself, quietly waiting for the first bloom.
"You really touched yourself, didn't you?" He asked, voice low, and so fucking dangerously dark. He wasn't looking at San when he said it. Still keeping his heavy gaze on the shining plug.
Yunho, even with San's legs over him, still managed to reached his arm under and between his legs to press a finger against it, digging it further in, drawing out a shudder sigh from San. He clenched his fists onto the sheets.
He laughed at his reaction, it was out of mockery. "So desperate..." He said before he let it die down his throat slowly, eyes in faux pensive state darting up, mouth in a pout, humming. San took a breath.
He felt so exposed, his ass and body on full display for Yunho to do anything with. It was humiliating, but he also loved every second of it. Yunho could tell with the way he dared to look at him from his vulnerable position on their bed.
Yunho smirked, quickly removing his arm from underneath them, instead circling around San's thighs to grab the skirt pulling it up further San's waist, watching it rode up pass his hips and loosened around his smaller waist. San then looked away again.
He placed his hands on either side of San's hips. The touch so gentle, but San could feel it when his nails dug a little deeper. His thumb, especially, went down on his hip bone causing San to jerk a little, all squirmy, whining and leaking a little bit more.
He retracted his finger fast, bringing himself up along with the smaller's legs on his shoulder, hiking them up higher, at the same time stretching out his hole around the butt plug. San moaned loudly. And Yunho loved to hear it. He wanted to hear it all. All and more. "Let's get this out, hm?" But it wasn't a question.
He sat himself up now, San's ankles rested on his shoulder blades. His feet curling at the tips, waiting and anticipating the pull against his rim.
He gasped when it came, it burned beautifully. He didn't know how, but it did. Not long was he then gaping, pulsing around nothing. That is, until Yunho pushed two fingers in as a replacement. San didn't know when he even lubed them up.
And Yunho watched as San moaned, sobbed and whimpered as his fingers brushed and rubbed against his walls so painfully good. He had his eyes close, mouth hung open with drooled that started to gather in the corners of his mouth.
He wanted to use his fingers again, but he refrained to instead hold onto one of San's thighs when he started to arched his back off the sheet when Yunho hit his prostate.
He watched as pleasure washed over San's features. His neat eyebrows creased that softened around the edges, his eyes rolled back, silent moans leaving his pink lips oh so beautifully.
San was a daydream.
"Are you enjoying yourself, sweetie?"
San, obviously couldn't reply, instead groaned, embarrassed and slightly frustrated at being made fun of.
"I see."
He pulled out his fingers, adding another and repeat.
San was crying, shaking with tears streaming down his face by the time Yunho was naked and had finally put on the condom. His hole was puffy from all the abuse from the plug and his fingers. The way his hair strands clung against his temples painted a beautiful portrait in front for Yunho to be appreciative.
When the push came, with Yunho holding up his legs underneath his knees and pulling them apart, San was ready to come. He needed to, he wanted to. But the only person who could make him come was Yunho. And currently he was taunting San, not moving an inch, just there with his thick cock inside of him, having him wrapped and held around the veins that pulsed hard.
"Move," he begged weakly, breathless yet breathing so hard. Yunho giggled at his plea and San looked close to sobbing.
"Enjoyed yourself well, didn't you?" He said, fingers once again digging into his skin slightly. "Got yourself all stretched out," he continued, voice hard, almost bitter. The first thrust followed then. A gasp, a moan came next. "Got yourself all plugged up." The second, harder, deeper. A sob escaped him.
"Hah– please move!"
"Why? Didn't seem like you needed my dick before." Yunho supplied immediately. Third. San bunched up the sheets by his head. "Bet you brought out your favorite dildo and fucked yourself on it." He grunted.
"And I'll go use it again if you don't start fucking moving." Yunho's face lost its soft edges. His eyes a little darker, a little sharper, deep frown on his face. San was about to add something more to rile him up when Yunho slap his thigh hard near his ass. Red blossomed along the soft skin that underneath burned. San gasps at the unexpected respond.
"Do that and I'll burn all of them and make you watch."
And then, finally, after all that taunting going back and forth, Yunho decided that was enough and thrusted deep causing to San to lift his back up instantly from the pleasure he was finally receiving after so long.
A moan from San and a groan from Yunho. The slaps of skin against skin filled the room along with the soft rustling of the sheets underneath San produced a lewd and sensual scene for the both of them.
Yunho was going at the brutal pace, but San wasn't complaining. He had always loved their rougher sex. The drag of his boyfriend's cock against his tight hole, pushing in and out was so animalistic it got high pitched moans and breathless sobs and whimpers out of the smaller.
He felt so small with Yunho. Especially when the older was looming over him, taking care of him, giving everything he asked and was needy for.
Yunho kept going. Going harder with every thrust, aiming to hit his prostate. When he did, it was like another part of him was unlocked and he went deep, and impossibly faster. He was pushing San up the bed with every hit. The thrusts were wet, messy and so fucking obscene.
With every slap, every thrust more tears clung his eyelashes as every hit brought higher and higher pitched moans. It felt so fucking good San felt like his chest could combust and burst in colors the tighter and sharper his throat pressed as he let out moans and whimpers that sounded something out of a cheap pornography production.
San didn't think that it was actually possible, but here he was, legs held up, toes curling as he watched a huge ass cock being pushed in and out of him at such a pace that blurred and the only thing he could see was the red wet rim of his being used well for the both of them.
Yunho was groaning, grunting at the tight squeeze around his cock the closer San was to coming.
"Yunho!" He heard San call out for him. Before this, he had his eyes on San as he watched himself being railed. San was always mesmerizing, but mesmerizing during sex had a different glow on him.
His heart clenched at every loud moan he let out. Yunho could listen to every noise that came out of San. He wanted to keep hearing them, not just in bed but for everything else, too.
Yunho broke out of his trance when San called his name again, tired, breathless, pleading. He reached down to grab his own cock to jerk off.
He slowed down to not overwhelm San but not slow enough for them to start over. Enough to still draw out loud whines.
He leaned down to capture San's lip to join them there, too. San continued working his hand as his tongue worked against Yunho's. Their breaths hot and wet.
Yunho caught every moans that quickly built up again as he picked up his pace with his cock inside of his boyfriend. All of his noises so close to him, and Yunho swallowing every single one got himself closer to coming.
It wasn't long until San was moaning loudly into his mouth, being pushed over the edge and was coming over his tiny hand around his pink cock onto his heaving torso. He didn't stop kissing Yunho, though, kept on sucking his lips and tongue, switching, stealing moans from Yunho into his own mouth.
Yunho came with a deep groan as he stared down at San who was still trying to catch enough breaths to not heave so heavily but caught his eyes nonetheless.
He slowed down until he came to a stop, carefully loosened his grip on his lover's thighs to rest on top of his own instead, caressing them gently.
Yunho's forehead fell against San's and they stayed there, basked in each other's presence and the after glow of sex. He moved down to place his face by the younger's neck, cock still inside and everything, nuzzling against its warmth.
San was always warm, Yunho thought.
When Yunho was rested enough to get themselves clean, he found San already asleep, all dried sweat, dick and cum and everything. The sight, despite the messy sheets and sweaty bodies, was beautiful comforting one for Yunho.
Yunho, before following San to dreamland, decided to take a photo of their naked bodies pressed together, with him on top of sleeping San, smiling with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
A kiss on the forehead for San before he pulled him closers.
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