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“We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.”
The first thing Wooyoung felt when he woke up was a familiar, nearly unbearable heat. His shirt stuck to his back with sweat, the blanket was kicked down to the foot of the bed, tangled around his calves. Wooyoung opened his eyes slowly, groaning under his breath when rays of sunlight attacked his sensitive eyes. They had forgotten to even attempt closing the curtains.
The first thing Wooyoung saw was San. He was still asleep despite the sun targeting his face with its light. San was tucked in on his side facing Wooyoung, his expression light and relaxed, a hint of drool was on the corner of his mouth. Wooyoung almost felt like crying at the sight of him, golden-warm skin and morning softness, a familiar sight that Wooyoung missed down to his very bones.
Wooyoung could touch him, he realized. He could press close and breathe in the scent of his body wash and sweat, these moments belonged to him again. With this in mind, Wooyoung sidled closer. The arm not supporting his own head, reached between them and his palm settled gently on San’s side—San didn’t even twitch, always a heavy sleeper.
The skin under Wooyoung’s hand was warm and soft and slightly damp with sweat, and if Wooyoung slid his hand down just so he could feel the beat of San’s heart. Wooyoung dipped into the curve of San’s waist, smoothed a thumb over his hip bone, and did it over and over again. Wooyoung felt settled, he felt liquid with how gentle life was right now.
Wooyoung scooted even closer into San’s space, his head settling on San’s pillow, their faces were mere inches apart. Wooyoung could count each of his eyelashes if he really wanted, he was tempted to, really.
Wooyoung’s other arm that was now free, reached up to feather through San’s hair, he had hoped to wake San gently but he seemed to be in a deeper sleep than usual—so Wooyoung did what had to be done. He grasped the flesh on the softest part of San’s waist between his thumb and pointer finger, and pinched.
As expected, San stirred with grumpy lines coming to life between his eyebrows, which Wooyoung smoothed away with a coo. “If you wake up right now it gives us at least an hour longer for kissing time.” Wooyoung said.
San grumbled incoherencies under his breath, but his eyes eventually fluttered open. San stretched his limbs out like a cat, fists curling in the air in front of him as he arched his back and then relaxed back into the mattress.
As soon as he turned his head to look at Wooyoung, his grumpy demeanor vanished almost immediately. Wooyoung barely had time to take in the pretty, pretty smile that bloomed to life on San’s face before a kiss was pressed to his lips. Wooyoung couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss, hands coming up to frame San’s cheeks to keep him firmly in place. San pressed closer and threw a thigh over Wooyoung’s hip, he slid a hand up the back of Wooyoung’s shirt to rest on his spine.
“Hello, hi sweetheart. Good morning.” San murmured between pecks.
“Hi, darling. You’re so warm.” Wooyoung said. He squeezed San’s cheeks together so that his lips were puffed like a fish and pressed an onslaught of quick kisses to the pout until San was giggling and squirming away.
They settled into their comfortable cuddling position, San’s thigh now tucked in between Wooyoung’s legs, his arm pillowing Wooyoung’s head. Wooyoung swept a hand back and forth over San’s outer thigh and down to his knee.
This new-but-not-new intimacy they had settled into was easy and deliberate, in their opinion—they had spent enough time apart to last a lifetime. Some could argue that they were moving fast since they had just gotten back together, but Wooyoung would say that they had already spent 5 years together, there was no moving too fast when he already seen all of San, and San had seen all of him.
Getting back together had been easy, the easiest decision of Wooyoung’s life actually. He no longer had to wake up feeling like he’d been hit by a train of regret, his limbs weary and heavy, and his heart feeling sluggish in his chest. For months he had struggled with it being his fault, his fear that derailed everything and lost him the great love of his life.
Last night Wooyoung had felt the same regret deeply, he was almost afraid that it would never leave. How could San still carry so much love for him when Wooyoung had been the one to leave? How could he trust Wooyoung the same way he had before? Did Wooyoung still deserve this? But San knew how Wooyoung’s mind was torturing him, because of course he did.
He had taken one look at Wooyoung, curled into himself, and folded Wooyoung into his arms. He pressed Wooyoung’s face into his neck and placed the gentlest of kisses on his ear.
“Baby love, you think entirely too much.” San had said, his voice impossibly fond despite it all. “We are here, together, I forgive you a million times over, and I will forgive you forever.”
Wooyoung had sighed wetly into San’s neck, his body loosening like a puppet released from its strings. He did think, he thought a lot . Mostly about San, but a lot about himself too—not always good things about himself but he was trying, damn it.
San had never stopped urging him to be gentle towards himself, and Wooyoung did the same for him, neither of them wanting someone to be unfair to the person they loved most.
So, Wooyoung had let his thoughts get caught in the wind and be carried away. He closed his eyes and murmured, “I’ll try to forgive me, too. Let’s go to sleep? I love you.”
Wooyoung had slept like a baby, a slightly overheated baby maybe, but it was worth it. That led them to this morning. Despite getting at least 8 hours in, being around San was so comfortable he could probably sleep a few more hours.
But Wooyoung knew that they needed to get up. San always got restless if he was in bed too long, his limbs always wanted to seem to be moving, and Wooyoung’s weren’t too far behind.
Wooyoung turned his head and closed his teeth around the meat of San’s bicep, he latched on like a leech while San shrieked and wormed his way out of Wooyoung’s embrace and into a standing position. Wooyoung grinned at San’s whines, he was now splayed out like a starfish on the bed.
“You should be prepared for impromptu biting by now, sweetheart. That’s on you.” Wooyoung said.
San pouted and rubbed at his bicep. “I’m a little out of practice! Can you get me out of bed like a normal person for at least 3 weeks?” San said, and then gasped. “That’s a literal hickey, Wooyoung. On my arm.”
Wooyoung wiggled into a sitting position, his legs dangling off the bed, and wearily pressed his feet against the floor to test the temperature. Warm, awesome. He got to his feet and raised his eyebrows at San, gesturing to his other arm. “I can make the other one match.” Wooyoung said, reaching his arms out to try and wrap them around San. “Symmetry is important, you know.”
He latched his arms around San’s waist as his boyfriend turned towards the door and started walking out of it. San let Wooyoung attach himself to his back and lean all his weight on him as they made their way to the bathroom. San attempted to wiggle free once they were at the entrance. “Seriously, you need to let go unless you want to take a joint piss.”
Wooyoung gasped in mock delight. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” But he relented when San started fake crying for mercy on his poor bladder.
“You’re a freak!” San said lovingly once he was loose, skittering into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.
Wooyoung let himself wander into the small kitchen. He peeped into San’s abysmal refrigerator and cabinets which most notably hosted about 3 mandarin oranges, a tub of his mother’s kimchi, and at least 3 containers full of protein powder. His boyfriend was such a… dude. Hot.
Wooyoung surrendered himself to leftover fried rice and cold hard-boiled eggs for breakfast. He threw two portions of the rice into the microwave as San padded into the kitchen and hopped up onto the counter to take a seat.
“I’m sorry Wooyoungie, Sunday is my shopping day and it’s only Saturday.” San said, like Wooyoung didn’t know this already. “Real food soon!”
Wooyoung smiled fondly and stuck a spoon into the mountain of food, hurriedly picking up the bowl and carrying it across the room towards San, he yelped hot hot hot and sat it on the counter next to San’s thigh.
San caught Wooyoung’s hands in his own and brought them up to his face to leave 3 kisses on each palm to soothe the sting.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Wooyoung cooed. San released him so Wooyoung could stand between his spread thighs and start shoveling food into his mouth. It probably wasn’t the most economical position for eating, but it was the best one in Wooyoung’s opinion. He fed San bites in between his own, one hand under his chin to catch anything if it fell.
The sun streaming in through the window was warm against Wooyoung’s back, a pleasant breeze brushed against him too from where he had left the window cracked open the night before.
They finished eating in comfortable silence. Once the bowl was empty, San pushed it to the side and pulled Wooyoung closer to him, his thighs locked around Wooyoung’s hips. Wooyoung dropped his chopsticks onto the counter and happily wrapped his arms around San’s shoulders, hands loosely clasped together.
San slowly blinked at him, his face that of a proud cat and dimpled at Wooyoung. It was one of his best I-Want-Something faces. “Kiss?” San asked.
Wooyoung swore he could feel his heartbeat in his toes. San was so fucking cute, it was awful and terrible.
“We‘ll both taste like food.” Wooyoung pointed out, as if he truly cared, like they hadn’t done much worse.
San gave him a look so deadpan that Wooyoung couldn’t help but giggle. He loved when San was fake sulky, he loved to tease him, he just loved him in general. Wooyoung quickly leaned in and pressed lingering kisses to the firm line of San’s frown until it turned into a smile under his lips. Lovely.
Wooyoung ghosted his tongue over San’s bottom lip and he opened up instantly—Wooyoung licked into his mouth, it was warm and wet, and minty under the taste of food. San’s hands snuck up the bottom of Wooyoung’s shirt to cradle his waist, nails scratching absentminded patterns, happy little hums escaped his mouth when Wooyoung pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it.
Wooyoung loved this the most, kissing for the sake of kissing. They had spent years learning every crevice of each other and something as simple as this still made them content, very little things in the world were better than kissing San.
Wooyoung untangled his hands and brought them to cup the sides of San’s neck so he could tilt his head to the side and press kisses to the line of his jaw and further down to the line of his neck—he nipped the soft skin of San’s pulse point and soothed it with his tongue. San’s legs twitched around his hips.
Once San released a particularly breathy moan that went straight to Wooyoung’s chubbed up cock, he decided that they should be done unless they wanted to miss meeting their friends for 11 am lunch.
Wooyoung pulled back despite San’s adamant protests and pinched one of San’s cheeks that was pulled down with his frown. “Friends. Lunch. Remember?”
San threw his head back and groaned in exaggerated disgust. “They’re so clingy, who has lunch together nearly every week?”
Wooyoung knew that San had planned this week's lunch with Seonghwa, he had picked the restaurant and everything. But he played along anyway: “Slightly codependent gay friend groups? Have you considered that we’re all in love with each other?”
San grabbed his chin between his thumb and forefinger and made a silly thinking face. “Do you think we’d be kicked out of the polycule if we canceled?”
Wooyoung, making his way to the shower, called back behind him. “Yes, absolutely. And I can’t live without Yeosang, so we’re going.”
Once in the bathroom, he tugged off his shirt and threw it in the laundry bin. He turned on the shower to the second hottest setting, and kicked off his socks and boxers. The water took a few minutes to heat up, so he endeavored to pull towels out of the cabinet and lay them over the closed toilet.
San padded in behind him, already stripping off his sleep shorts and socks. “You’re right, actually. I'd die without Yeosang’s little face.”
Wooyoung stepped into the shower and yelped at the temperature of the water which was still too cold and San laughed and climbed in behind him. San liked cold showers. His little freak, Wooyoung thought fondly.
Wooyoung turned to face San and held out the bottle of shampoo with imploring eyes—as if San would ever say no.
Luckily they didn’t get too distracted in the shower. They arrived at the restaurant only 10 minutes late, to the sounds of their friend’s jeers and over exaggerated cries of betrayal. They settled in their chairs, hands clasped together on the tabletop and even through their teasing, their friends looked at them with unmistakable fondness.
Love lived here, Wooyoung thought, wherever he and San were.