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“Sannah?”

“Wooyoungah?”

“Would you ever touch me while I was asleep?” 

“...sorry, what?”

“Nevermind…” Wooyoung was laid out on San’s bed, fully bundled in thick sweatpants, thick socks, sporting a hefty hoodie he wasn’t sure even belonged to him- But he looked like a lump of clothes on San’s bed and San had already stolen a picture or three of him while he scrolled mindlessly on his phone. The best part was his little shiba plush tucked into his chest, and that made San’s heart swell dangerously. He’d taken a break from whatever he was reading to roll over toward San, looking up at his partner, San’s thick glasses sliding down his nose as he typed away on his laptop. But San had paused as well, brow furrowed before he closed his laptop and pushed it off to the side, sitting up a little straighter. 

“Why are you asking me that? Did something happen? Because I didn’t-” San looked concerned and Wooyoung groaned, rolling to sit up, tugging his hood up over his hair- It had become kind of a mess, he really needed to get it done. The blonde underneath had grown out and it was getting very long.

“I know you didn’t. I’m asking if you would .” Wooyoung looked over at him, face half covered by his hood and San reached out, tucking it to the side so he could see him a little better. 

“No, baby. I’d never do that.” San ducked down and Wooyoung looked grumpy . San didn’t know what the fuck he’d done to deserve that look. 

“...not even if I asked you to…?” Wooyoung stared up at him and San blinked a few times, pushing his glasses up into his hair. “Like, if I said you could fuck me in my sleep?” San just kept staring because he didn’t know what the right answer was. “... nevermind. ” Wooyoung laid back down and rolled away again, tugging his phone back in front of his face. San turned back to where he’d been sitting before but he sat there for a minute before pulling his laptop back over his lap. He watched Wooyoung for another moment before opening it back up, then he launched an incognito window to type a poorly worded question into google: 

My boyfriend wants me to touch him in his sleep? 

The first result being the national sexual assault hotline didn’t make him feel great. He tried typing the question in about five different ways before he ran out of ways to phrase it and gave up with a little huff. He tapped nervously on his trackpad, halting when Wooyoung’s hand appeared over his keys and started typing, his finger hitting one letter at a time. 

S - O - M - N - O - P - H - I - L - I - A

He pointed at the definition at the top of the result page and reading it made San feel a bit better. Wooyoung kept tapping the screen, getting a little frantic as his sleeve slipped down his arm and San chuckled at him, shutting his laptop to push it back off his lap. 

“Is that what you want?” San asked, looking down at his partner, little star patches decorating his face where he’d had a breakout or two. He nodded, setting his phone down again to sit up, deciding to lean on him, looping his arms around one of San’s. “...why?” San wondered, and Wooyoung grumbled, kicking his legs out in a huff. 

“I dunno, why do you like to fuck me in bunny rabbit socks and say you’re gonna breed me? ” Wooyoung huffed, and San turned pink, looking down at his very feisty boyfriend. 

“Why are you so grumpy?” San pulled his arm away to push it around his back, tucking him a little closer into his side. 

“Because you think I’m weird, now.” Wooyoung played with his sleeve, wrapping his thighs around San’s leg like it was a normal thing to do. 

“I do not , for the record. I’ll do it, if that’s something you wanted. Or you could- Do you want to do it to me?” San’s brow knit together and Wooyoung perked up.

“...would that be okay?” Wooyoung asked, and San nodded, watching Wooyoung squirm a little before rolling away, grabbing for his phone again. “Well, we both have permission, then.” Wooyoung was smiling, clicking back onto the fanfic he was reading, which was the entire reason for his dirty little idea.

“I guess we do.” San smiled, glad that Wooyoung was pleased, reaching for his laptop again because he did have some work to finish. He went back to typing away, feeling Wooyoung’s ankles hook around one of his own as they went back to their respective activities. 

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A few days had passed since their little conversation, and it really hadn’t gone anywhere- Wooyoung had honestly assumed San had forgotten about it. Which wasn’t upsetting , mostly just nerve wracking. Because what if he hadn’t forgotten, and was just taking his time. There was also the fact that they fucked every night anyway , so neither of them would have really had the energy to do something like that in the middle of the night.

Wooyoung had woken up cold and splayed out across an empty bed, immediately sneaking around in San’s desk drawers while he was at work because San had left him all alone in his house. He’d slept in until midday and was immediately grumpy and pouty because San didn’t even wake him up to say goodbye- He usually woke him up at least, but he must have forgotten, or not bothered. He decided revenge was warranted, even though San had left him a note about being sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, and that he’d back home late, and he’d ordered him coffee and breakfast delivery when he texted San he was awake. But Wooyoung did not take bribes , not for as heinous a crime as not giving him a good morning kiss. It was unthinkable, really. 

“This’ll teach you not to abandon me .” He leaned to prop his phone up on the little tripod San had bought specifically for his hotel room antics, setting it up on San’s desk after he’d loaded up a live stream. He’d turned off his notifications too, so if San tried to get his attention, he’d have to do so via donations. He was well aware how many notifications San received when he went live. He was hoping to surprise him in the middle of a meeting, or a lunch with colleagues, maybe.

He’d pulled out San’s little cock sleeve or whatever the fuck it was- The transparent toy Wooyoung had had wet dreams about for a fucking week after San had used it on him. He’d gathered some lube as well, his plug already in out of habit. He waited for his chat to start spamming him, San’s whole setup pulsating rainbow hues over him as he fingered the toy and lubed it up, slick gushing out around his finger. 

“This thing is so tight, how do you even get the lube all the way in there…?” Wooyoung grumbled, looking up into the camera while he did so, checking himself out to make sure he looked fine.

His hair was a little messy, he was in one of San’s borrowed shirts, naked on his lower half- San’s favorite bunny socks on his feet . He’d also turned San’s headset on, mostly because the rainbow lights looked cool and he was using it as a makeshift headband. He leaned closer to look at the donations he was getting, some of them asking where daddy or sir was and he grinned, glad that his audience seemed to like his little co-star.  

“He’s not coming. He had work and that was apparently so important he couldn’t even wake me up and say goodbye, this morning.” Wooyoung huffed, getting lots of horny sympathy messages in the chat. 

id have fucked you before i left

no morning blowjob? wooow

u must be so tight in the mornings 

“Yeah, he missed out.” Wooyoung grumbled, leaning back to thump against San’s chair, wiping his fingers on a little hand towel he’d brought with him. “That’s why I get to fuck his tight little pussy while he sits as his desk all day. He could have even brought me with him!” Wooyoung huffed, staring at the slick, shining silicone slit he was supposed to put his dick in and halted. “Should’ve brought me with you.” He looked up again when he heard a large donation go through, having its own special sound that played whenever he got gifted a large sum all at once.

Mountain_Lion99: Don’t be so mean to him, you’ll hurt his feelings.

“Don’t try and boss me around. I’ll be mean all I want.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes and looked back down at his toy, almost shaking in anticipation because he knew how good it’d feel. He knew it wouldn’t be as good as when San had used it on him, but the thought of a tight, wet hole sliding over his cock - His little dick jumped at the thought and he whimpered, throwing one of his legs over the arm of the chair, the other heel digging into the leather of the seat beneath him. San’s chair was fucking huge- Some oversized, overpriced gaming chair that made him look much smaller than he really was. It made for easy sex too, when San wanted him over his lap while he played games or something. 

Mountain_Lion99: What if he punishes you later?

“He never does. You think he has the balls to punish me? Over what? He’s the one that left!” Wooyoung looked back down at his toy and pulled the slit apart, making a strained little noise before bringing it down, rubbing the head of his cock through the lube. “Fuck- ” Wooyoung lost all resolve, pushing it down, forcing it over his cock in one go and he arced out, hips jerking a little unevenly. He shoved it down with both hands and moaned out loud, gasping when his cockhead poked out the other side. Then he pulled it back, the sick wet noise making his thighs shake. 

Mountain_Lion99: Too much for you, isn’t it? Still too sensitive for it, huh?

“Fuck off- ” Wooyoung knew he sounded pathetic, toes curling in his socks as he stroked it over himself and tried to tighten his fist. The sensation was so intense he could feel the drool pooling in his mouth, swallowing hard as he tried to slow his strokes down but quickly realized he couldn’t . His hips were bucking wildly into the thing and he couldn’t stop himself, head falling back as his moans got louder, the noises got wetter, his hips snapped so harshly he was seeing stars already. 

He heard a high donation go off but ignored it, riding his high until he bottomed out harshly into the silicone and cried out, panting as he came and made a mess of San’s desk, his floor, his own hands. He reached a hand down to push on the base of his plug and tried to move the toy with his other hand, gasping as his mess filled the silicone and made it even more slick and warm. He started sounding pathetic again, whimpering, fucking himself with his plug, sick wet noises coming from his fist as a bit of his cum squirted out the top and dripped onto the leather beneath him. 

“Want your cock too, daddy- Jus’ come home already-” Wooyoung whimpered, legs shaking as he pulled the toy off, only to push it right back on and keen, keeping it still to try and catch his breath. 

Mountain_Lion99: So impatient.

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Did San feel bad for not waking Wooyoung up before he left? Of course he had. He loved seeing Wooyoung all sleepy, hair a mess, cheeks pink as he smiled up at him so softly it made San want to sell his company just so he never had to leave for work again. He’d just been in a bit of a rush, and the guilt had eaten him alive all day. He ordered Wooyoung his favorite breakfast as an apology, but he knew it wasn’t well received based on the many little angry faces and broken heart emoji’s he’d gotten throughout the day. And then he got a litany of notifications on his phone, all from different platforms because he’d signed up for every type of notification for Wooyoung’s livestreams, just so he’d never miss one.

Youngie_Fox is LIVE: all alone ;(

He’d watched the whole thing during a work meeting, headphones in, phone tucked into his lap and nobody was quite sure what he’d been watching but he looked so irritated nobody dared to interrupt or bother him. The only one who knew what was happening was Mingi, because he’d gotten the same notification San did, but he’d ignored it because he was at work . He wasn’t about to be caught watching his boss"s partner jerk off on the clock. 

His mood was made even worse by Wooyoung ignoring his messages for the rest of the day, up until it was dinner time and Wooyoung sent him a photo of the meal he’d cooked with a little ‘i wish you were here ;(‘ message to follow it up. It was cute, and it made his heart feel lighter, but San still thought he’d been a brat for acting the way he had. And for giving him a boner in the middle of the day.

Once he’d made his way back home, it was well past midnight and he’d half expected to find Wooyoung awake, maybe borrowing his PC to game or watching trash TV on his couch like he so often did late into the night. But his house was quiet, when he got back. He left his shoes by the door with his bag and jacket, tie coming off the second he made it past his entry way. He’d mostly stripped by the time he made it to his bedroom, halting in the doorway when he saw Wooyoung balled up in his blankets, his phone playing some drama he must have been watching before he’d fallen asleep. 

San watched him like a creep for a few seconds before moving over to him, reaching to turn his phone off and plug it in for him. He didn’t touch him, not yet. He didn’t want to wake him unless he had to, so he made sure he was fully covered by his blankets before heading out to his bathroom to wash off the office stink . Not that he really smelled like much more than his own cologne and coffee. It was more of a mental cleanse than anything else. And when he returned, robe on, hair dripping, he halted in his doorway again, the hall light washing over everything in his bedroom. 

Wooyoung had moved, rolled away from the direction of the door, thighs clamped around the body pillow he’d cling to whenever San wasn’t around. And that would have been normal- He’d seen that before. But his bottom half was bare , nothing but those fucking socks and his bunny tail plug that haunted the far corners of his greediest desires. His sleep shirt was hiked up over his waist, the soft curve of his hip still a little bruised from the night before, thighs tucked around plush white. San tried to fight the urge to climb over him and mount him , he really did. 

Though he didn’t really fight it very hard. 

His hands were twitching just thinking about it. He didn’t move, not until he remembered what Wooyoung had asked him about a few days ago. If he’d fuck him while he was asleep. San hadn’t forgotten the idea, it just wasn’t at the forefront of his mind… though now, it was what was leading him across the room. He knelt on the bed carefully, slowly, leaning over him as gently as he could. He didn’t want to jostle him and wake him, or make him move in his sleep because the angle he was at was perfect . One of San’s hands held him up on the blankets beside him, the other hovering near his hip, unsure of where exactly to start . 

His robe was slipping off and he didn’t even worry about it, the knot coming undone as he reached down to draw his fingers through the fluff of the tail. He let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, fist tightening harshly around the fur before he forced himself to let it go. He leaned further down, eyeing the socks Wooyoung was wearing, poking a finger under the material to pull on the elastic, but Wooyoung kicked his leg out at his touch. 

San snatched his ankle in a harsh grip and he froze, realizing a little too late that he couldn’t just act on instinct. But Wooyoung still didn’t wake, just kicked at his grip for a second before giving up, making a little sleepy sound into the place where his face was stuffed against the pillow. San swallowed the drool gathering on his tongue and let him go, shifting back over him again. This time, he dropped down to prop himself up on his elbow, his fingers careful as they slipped under his shirt, moving to trace over the jewelry on his chest. He slipped his finger under the chains that dangled there and clenched his jaw when Wooyoung’s body bowed into his touch. 

“...even in your sleep, you’re greedy…” San’s voice was hardly a whisper, more of a breath as he pulled his hand away, thumb flicking over the sensitive bud to watch his body twitch before bringing his hand back down to his hip. “....I’ll give it to you, then-” San slipped his fingers over the fluff of the tail again, gripping it tight to rock it, just slightly- 

“..nnm..” Wooyoung’s hips bucked against the pillow jammed between his legs and San halted again, watching him rut against it a few times before making another sleepy little noise and stopping his movements. He rolled a little more onto his front and San leaned back, watching his ass wriggle as he tried to get comfortable. That fucking tail .

“...I’m… is this okay…?” San had already leaned back and angled his knees on either side of him, tugging his robe all the way off to expose his erection to nobody but himself. He leaned down, not one ounce of guilt in his body at that point because Wooyoung said he wanted it, before. He rutted his cock against the side of the tail and his ass, letting out a harsh breath as he did so. “...so soft, it’s so soft-” San was whining and he didn’t even notice, not really, too engulfed in the way his little bunny’s tail felt on his dick. He moved his hand just so he could hold the fluff steady and rut against it, staring down between them as he did so. “...did this on purpose, I bet- wanted to make me all angry so I’d come home and fuck you like you wanted?” San was rambling to nobody, panting, hips bucking unevenly as he matted the fluff down with precome. 

Eventually he gave up, working the plug out as carefully as he could. To his surprise, the only stirring Wooyoung did was a tiny twitch of his hips and a heavy sigh once the plug was fully removed. He set it aside for later before hurrying to slip himself inside, not wasting a second because he had no idea what would wake Wooyoung up and he just needed to fuck him . He was splayed over Wooyoung in an awkward way, because he wasn’t holding him, wasn’t touching him anywhere aside from his hole- He’d let his own cock go once he slipped the tip inside and desperately gripped the sheets, breath stuttering as he tried to force himself deeper and pay attention to Wooyoung at the same time. He’d gotten deep into the idea of keeping his partner sleeping, not waking him, keeping dead silent just to hear his relaxed breathing hitch every few breaths. 

“..ngh- can’t breed you like this-” San was whining still, frustrated but he really didn’t want to wake him. He kept his movements tight and didn’t try to bottom out because he didn’t want to push his luck, only fucking a few inches into him, hardly moving beyond the light little jerk of his hips. Then he felt Wooyoung’s hips buck against the pillow and he let out a bit of a louder noise, an open mouthed moan against his pillow, drool staining it beneath him. “...want me to go deeper…? You might wake up, though, baby...” San whimpered against his shoulder and bucked his hips deeper, feeling Wooyoung’s hole clench around him and he swallowed his noises. 

Everything was going smoothly until Wooyoung started to squirm . He made an irritated noise in the back of his throat and tried to turn, but San pushed a hand over his hip to push him down and keep him there. His knees hiked up a little and he whined, making San halt and try to keep himself together. He was so cute . His hips rocked forward, supposedly rutting his cock against the blanket and San moved again, burying his face in the crook of Wooyoung"s shoulder.

Part of him wanted desperately to know what Wooyoung was dreaming about. Was it him? What was the scenario his sleeping mind had concocted to replicate whatever it was San was doing to him in the waking world? Could he bring him to orgasm in his sleep? San had no real idea how any of this worked, he just knew what Wooyoung had asked of him. He kept his brutally slow, grinding pace, panting against his shirt, unlatching one of his fists from the blanket to grip Wooyoung’s shoulder to keep him steady- He’d started moving him with his thrusts, finally bottoming out with a silent groan he had to fight to keep muted. The drag of his cock through Wooyoung’s sticky hole felt so good, too good , he hadn’t even realized his orgasm had been building as quickly as it had. He’d been so focused on keeping Wooyoung asleep, he only realized how badly he needed to cum when his hips moved a little too unevenly to be ignored. 

“...I can do it inside, right? Then I’ll put your lil’ tail back and you can keep it in your belly…” San was drooling all over Wooyoung’s shoulder, hearing his breathing turn into little whines the quicker he moved his hips. “Yeah, you’ll like that…” San had lost his morals, apparently. He was just taking, not looking for reactions or trying to please. Trying to keep him sleeping, yes, but other than that… “ -take it- ” He quickened his pace a little, biting down onto Wooyoung’s shoulder as he stuffed himself as deep as he could and bucked his hips, grinding inside him, sticky heat tight around him as he emptied his load into his poor little bunny. He heard Wooyoung make a strained noise and he lifted his head, gasping as San fucked him into the pillow beneath him. The bite and the heat that flooded into him was what woke him, along with the fact that he’d been half conscious for a few minutes, thinking he was trapped in some perfect dream until San’s cum made him think otherwise.

“.. ss…Mnn - San ?” San didn’t stop to answer him, just kept his bruising grip on his hip to force him down and fucked into his own sticky mess. “Daddy-” Wooyoung mewled and San shuddered, feeling him fuck his hips back and try to meet him halfway. San moved his hands over his mouth, linking his fingers over his face and Wooyoung’s eyes widened. 

“You can’t wake up, m’not finished-” San huffed and Wooyoung felt his whole body prickle with heat, trying to lift his ass to give San a better angle. But San was fully draped over him, holding his head up now by the grip on his face and Wooyoung just keened, trying to rut against the pillow beneath him. San didn’t stop or slow until he was overly sensitive and whining, and when he did halt his hips, Wooyoung whined behind his palms and jerked his hips back greedily. 

San tugged his hips back, letting Wooyoung go but he ignored his whining protests, trying to reach back and pull him closer. He may have been awake, but his movements were sluggish, so by the time he finally leaned up, San had pulled out and was working his plug back into him and Wooyoung keened, trying to prop himself up on his elbows. But San pushed down between his shoulders and pulled up on his hips, making him prop himself up on his knees. 

“-didn’t come yet-” Wooyoung whined, sniffling because everything was overwhelming and his mind was just stuck on wanting to orgasm, at that point. He’d not fully woken up, not really, still feeling dreamy as San kissed behind his ear. 

“Earlier, you did.” San whispered, and Wooyoung shuddered, hugging his body pillow to his chest while he let his hips grind mindlessly down into the plush material. The pillow was already slicked with precome, so the glide wasn’t uncomfortable. 

“I didn’t- I-” Wooyoung was tripping over his words because he wasn’t even quite sure what he was saying, blinking hard through fat tears as his hips twitched to a stop.

“Bratty bunnies have to get off like this .” San huffed, pushing down on Wooyoung’s hips when they jerked forward, forcing him to rut more harshly against the material.

“Mean-” Wooyoung whimpered but did exactly as instructed, reaching down to try and get a hand around himself- But San grabbed for his wrists, pinning them up over his head. That got Wooyoung’s brain to wake up, gasping as his hips rocked with a little more urgency, tugging on San’s grip. “ Why- ” But San was next to his ear again, one of his hands reaching down to hold his ass, the other still holding tight to Wooyoung’s wrists. 

“You thought I wouldn’t punish you?” San’s voice was so soft, Wooyoung almost didn’t register the cockiness in his tone. But his hips stuttered and halted, thighs shaking when San took hold of his tail and tugged on it, forcing him to move his hips again and Wooyoung choked on a moan. “You don’t get to act like a spoiled brat in front of thousands of people and get away with it.” San kissed behind his ear and kept his fist on his tail, jerking it when Wooyoung slowed or tried to stop. 

“Sannah- I didn’t-” Wooyoung cut himself off with a whimper when San tugged on his plug and had him jerking backwards. 

“You did . So that means I get to watch you hump this pillow like a horny little bunny , since that"s how you want to behave.” Wooyoung’s stomach tensed, his whole body throbbing at San’s words and tone because he never acted like this . Not unless he was acting for a livestream or a video. 

“M’sorry-” Wooyoung sniffled and San let his tail go, bringing a hand down over his ass and
Wooyoung jolted, gasping as he rocked his hips down harshly again and felt his precome slick the pillow even more. 

“Don’t be sorry , baby. Just tell me-” San tightened his hand over his ass, forcing his hips to rock harshly. Wooyoung felt his stomach clench, thighs shaking as he drove himself to the edge. “ How’s all my cum feel, trapped in your tummy like that?” San hissed, and Wooyoung’s hips stuttered, rutting harshly downward as his toes curled in his socks. It was a struggle to keep his hips moving as he came, choking on his own breath as he tried to ride it out but his body was spasming and it was hard to keep any kind of pace. His brain felt like mush and his knees were sliding over the sheets- He hadn’t even realized San had let his hands go, leaning back to watch him desperately grip and rut against his poor body pillow. “Fuck.” San was trying to burn the image into his mind- The arch of his body, the tears in his eyes, the bounce of his ass and his tail- Desperation looked cute on his little bunny.

“Sannah- ” Wooyoung sniffled and he blinked a few times, watching his partner sit up, whining over the cum stuck to his stomach. But San snapped out of it after a second of watching Wooyoung’s hips shake and moved to pull the pillow away, tossing it to the floor to be dealt with later. 

“Shh.” San was as careful as he could, pulling Wooyoung into his lap, keeping one hand on his ass so he didn’t sit on his plug and hurt himself. “I’m sorry I woke you up- I wasn’t trying to.” San mumbled, and Wooyoung shook his head. 

“Don’t be.” Wooyoung let San lay back and take him with him, whining and shifting to try and get comfortable- but he felt a little too gross and sticky to fully relax. He just turned a little and let San play with the fluffy, sticky tail he was so obsessed with. 

“...did you wear this to bed on purpose?” San wondered, a quiet mumble into Wooyoung’s hair and he nodded, leaning his face up to get a kiss from San. He got himself a peck on the lips and smiled, reaching up to smooth a hand over his cheek. 

“It may come as a shock, but this tail plug is the least comfortable. I’m surprised I even managed to fall asleep.” Wooyoung smiled and San pouted, thumbing over his lower lip. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” San whispered, and Wooyoung shook his head, tucking himself in closer. 

“I wanted to. I’m glad I did.” Wooyoung smirked, hiding his face because he was quite proud he managed to bring out San’s inner beast like he had. “You’ve never acted like that, before.” 

“ I’m sorry-”

“ Don’t be. ” Wooyoung turned up to kiss his chin, gripping his shoulder to pull himself up. “You should do it again, actually. Do you know how hot you sound when you act all tough like that?” Wooyoung giggled and San sighed, running his fingers through Wooyoung’s two-toned bangs. 

“This was all part of your little plan, huh?” San smirked and Wooyoung grinned, wiggling up to plant a kiss on his chin before hiding away again. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He huffed and sat up, ignoring Wooyoung’s whines so he could go get a washcloth to clean him up with. 

“I have to take this tail out-” 

“What, you don’t want to sleep with all my cum in your-”

“San!”

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Once Wooyoung realized San had a more dominant side he could bring out, he tried his hardest to do so. He tried his best to be a little extra irritating- Nothing too crazy, just a little misbehavior, enough that San would roll his eyes to be grumpy with him, for once. His most recent attempt to bring out demon San was sitting close to Mingi during a meeting he’d been allowed to sit in on. It was just Mingi, San, and a few office people Wooyoung hadn’t met before. 

Which meant they had no idea what he did, or that Mingi knew what he did. His display would have been more awkward, if Seonghwa or Hongjoong had been there- But a few guys from the creative department were nothing to concern himself with. They’d been going over some album art, and Wooyoung had settled on the couch between San and Mingi- But he’d slowly inched his way to the left , which was away from San and toward poor, unassuming Mingi. He’d gotten so close Mingi had tried to lean away from him, but he ended up curling up against his side, cheek squished to his shoulder. And San was far too professional to let it bother him outwardly. But inside? Alarms were blaring and he could hardly think straight. He watched Wooyoung turn his face up to say something, and Mingi turned his face downward to meet his eye. Both of them jerked away because that was too close and San stood up, making his way over to his desk. 

“Why don’t we break for coffee? You guys grab whatever you want.” San plopped into his chair and watched Mingi hop to his feet, attempting to be the first one out the door. “And Mingi?” San called him and Mingi halted, turning slowly to look over at Wooyoung, then up to his friend. “Bring me a coffee, too? I have to take care of something.” Mingi looked more relieved than anything, nodding to him before he shouldered his way out the door. Once the room was empty, just the two of them left, San motioned for Wooyoung to move over to him. 

“Hm?” Wooyoung raised his brows and looked over to him, but he didn’t get up, and San sighed.

“Can you please come over here?” San asked, so nicely Wooyoung had no choice but to listen. He wandered over, shoes scuffing the floor before San reached out for him, taking his hands in his own. “Will you do something for me?” San kissed his knuckles and Wooyoung felt his heart swell, pleased little smile growing on his face because for as much as he wanted San to be harsh with him again, his softness was still enough to ruin him. “Go home.” San got to his feet and Wooyoung made a face, brows knit together. 

“I don’t want to.” He pouted, and San wrapped his arms around him, one of his hands splayed over his back, the other running through his hair, knocking his hood off his head. He was gentle, for a few seconds. Then he got rough . 

“I’m not asking.” He fisted the back of Wooyoung"s hair and jerked his head back, making him hiss and grip San’s arms, nails digging into his shirt. “Go home .” San repeated, and Wooyoung tried to shake his head, but he was stuck. “Go home, turn on your stream, and wait for me. Does that sound fair? ” San asked, and Wooyoung felt his legs get all jelly-like. 

“...How- How long will it be until you come home?” Wooyoung was staring up at him with wide eyes that made San feel some type of way. There was a fire in his gut that rose up to his chest, coming out of his throat in a bit of a growl. 

“I’ll be home when I’m home. Hows that?” San rose a brow and Wooyoung shivered, sighing when San let his hair go. 

“It’s just- It could be a long time to stream- ” 

“You’ll figure it out.” San pulled back, patting his ass before sitting down in his chair, and Wooyoung shifted on his feet, like he was waiting for something. But San nodded toward the door, reaching to pull up some paper he was working on. 

“...should I go to my place, or yours?” Wooyoung wanted to curl up on his lap and cling to him. San had spoiled him so much, all he wanted to do was comply. 

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll check your stream later and figure out where you are.” San didn’t spare him a glance and Wooyoung nodded, bouncing on his toes a little. 

“...okay.” Then he leaned down, pushing a kiss to San’s cheek, stumbling forward when he fisted his hair again and turned to kiss him back. It was rough and rude and San let him go almost as soon as he’d grabbed him, because the doors were opening and everyone was filing back in. Wooyoung turned to look at the commotion, but San reached to grab his chin, tugging his attention back. 

“Don’t look at him again.” Wooyoung felt his whole body get hot , dangerously so. He swallowed the drool in his mouth and nodded, reaching to pull his hood up before taking a few steps back. He scurried out, head down as he passed by Mingi and the other man watched him rush by, brows furrowed. 

“Did you get in a fight?” Mingi worried, and San shook his head, leaning back before getting back up to head over to the couches again. 

“No, he’s just gotta go to work.” San smiled, and Mingi paled, but San plopped down in his seat again and Mingi followed, staying tucked into his side of the couch.

He was surprised when he got a notification about twenty minutes later.

Youngie_Fox is LIVE: all alone AGAIN

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By the time San had gotten back, Wooyoung was a visible mess . He’d sat outside Wooyoung’s apartment for a good twenty five minutes before he decided to go inside, because he was having way too much fun watching his partner fall apart. It had been a few hours. Wooyoung had done longer streams before, marathons, things like that. But he’d always known when it would end, what the limit was. San had periodically checked in on his stream throughout the day to see if he’d listened to the one rule he’d sent him in a text. 

You can’t cum until I make you . 

And he had listened. Wooyoung had been edging himself for hours with no release and he’d brought himself to tears more than once, riding a collection of different toys, cock ring tight around him because he’d known before he even started he’d end up needing it. He was right to take caution and start out extremely slowly, because by the time San was at his door, he was fully brainless and horribly desperate. He’d been working the same toy inside himself for a while, having to stop and take breaks because he’d been riding the edge for far too long. He didn’t even hear it when San entered his apartment, set his things down, and got himself ready to invade his streaming room. 

Wooyoung had moved far past words at that point, toy vibrating uselessly on the bed beside him as San watched him through his phone. He was coming down from yet another close call and San had started feeling guilty the first time he’d seen him cry- But he also knew Wooyoung had no problem using a safeword or ending the stream when he’d had enough, and he knew that San wouldn’t be upset with him. Because after his texted request for Wooyoung not to orgasm, he’d followed it up with a reminder. 

Stop if you need to, you know that. 

And then,

I love you.  

Wooyoung had responded with about a hundred heart emojis and San had been grinning over it for the first hour or so. But now he was on the other side of the door and heard Wooyoung’s desperate whines through the soundproofing, his clothes discarded in the bathroom since he was sure he wouldn’t need them. He was also fairly certain Wooyoung was going to maul him the second he walked through the door, so he’d decided to keep his shirt buttons intact. He knocked on the door once, but realized Wooyoung probably wasn’t even listening for him, too focused on not cumming to perceive anything extra. He knocked again, louder, and heard him quiet. And then again, and the door was wrenched open, Wooyoung’s teary face greeting him in surprise. He looked even more pitiful in person, even though Wooyoung’s stream setup was state of the art, it could never beat the real thing. 

“When’d you get here?” Wooyoung breathed, red down to his chest, nipples raw from being messed with over and over. San just nodded for him to back up, to move back over to his bed and Wooyoung’s eyes welled, reaching to pull on San’s hands but the older man grabbed for his wrists and spun him, forcing a surprised gasp from him. “Wait- Snm- Sir- Daddy, wait-” Wooyoung’s brain was mush and he still managed to remember not to call San by his name. He let Wooyoung go, if only to push down on his shoulders and force him back onto the bed. He swatted all his toys away, knocking them hurriedly to the floor as he sank down to his chest, face hidden in the blankets because finally . Finally he’d be allowed to orgasm.

“ Up .” San’s voice was a low whisper and Wooyoung felt his hand in his hair, yanking him up by the messy half-bun he’d put his hair up into at some point. Wooyoung was shaking, now, arms and legs weak, tired from how tense he’d been since he got home and started streaming. But he listened, gaining himself a firm squeeze to his hip and he shifted back, feeling San’s already erect shaft rut against the mess of lube on his ass. He didn’t even want to know how used he already looked, back there. 

“Wait, can- Can I take the cockring off, first? ” Wooyoung rushed out, feeling San slide his cockhead over his hole, and he looked back for an answer. Wooyoung wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve mercy, but San nodded and Wooyoung sobbed, leaning up off his hands to try and tug at the silicone around the base of his cock. And then San trapped his wrists, keeping his hands just out of reach and Wooyoung cried out again, arms jerking with more strength than San anticipated but he still kept hold of him. 

“Why didn’t you say please, baby?” San whispered that just for Wooyoung, lips pressed tight to the back of his ear, everything above their shoulders cut off by the camera angle. 

“Please! I’m sorry- m’sorry- Please-” Wooyoung had gone from partially collected to not collected at all, leaning back against San’s chest, staring down with grit teeth at the cockring he’d yet to take off. 

“Better.” San smiled and let him go, watching Wooyoung slump a little as he let out a heavy breath and carefully, slowly pulled the silicone off. He was scared if he pulled it too fast he’d fucking cum just from that . Once that was off, he held San’s wrists when his hands took his waist, nails digging into him harshly. 

“Please wait- ” He choked on his breath, the both of them staring down at his leaking cock, shining from the mess of precome that had been gathered there. San smoothed his hands down his thighs and waited, kissing the top of his head, watching Wooyoung try and relax, but to no avail, really. 

“Just be good and bend over, Youngah.” San watched Wooyoung’s cock twitch and he smiled, listening to his little irritated noises.

“...I can… can I cum now, though?” Wooyoung worried, and San nodded.

“What’d I tell you?” San slid a hand over his throat, turning his face so Wooyoung could see him.

“Not until you make me.” Wooyoung breathed, voice shaking and San nodded, bumping noses with him. 

“Listened so well for me, you deserve it, honey.” San praised, and Wooyoung choked on a sob he’d been holding back. Then he finally did as he was told and bent over, palms in the blankets, and he felt him at his entrance once again. 

“Thank you, daddy-”  

Wooyoung’s vision almost whited, with how quick and hard San filled him. He gasped and his whole body went rigid, thighs shaking at San’s hips slamming against his ass before he even knew what was happening. And he stayed buried there, unmoving. His jaw was stuck open but he didn’t breathe , didn’t make a single sound until San rocked back, smooth, slow. San had never ever fucked him like that before and he wondered for a dreamy second if he’d imagined it, but then he did it again -

“Daddy please!”

Wooyoung’s whole body jerked forward when San’s hips slammed against him, followed by that torturously slow rock of his member against his prostate. His fingers ripped at the blankets and his arms felt so weak, every muscle that had been working to hold him up started to loosen. He had no fucking clue when San was going to split him ruthlessly on his cock and the anticipation was making his stomach clench.

“Sir-”  

Again, San’s hips bruised Wooyoung’s ass, this time in rapid succession. Wooyoung’s body jerked with every hard, forceful movement and he finally fell, but San could see how hard he was trying to get back up and took pity on him. He stuffed him full and stopped, putting both of his hands on Wooyoung’s back to hold his waist tight and keep him pushed against the bed. 

“M’sorry, I won’t do it again - Ah!” The pace was slow again, deep, controlled thrusts that made Wooyoung drool onto the bed and choke on his own words. “Ah- Ahhn- good, s’good-” Wooyoung babbled and San smiled, hiking one knee onto the bed to get a better angle on him. But another harsh thrust followed that pleasurable pace- Wooyoung’s eyes brimmed with tears, body suddenly jerking forward off of him as he railed him with some kind of ungodly speed. “Please, just make me cum-” Wooyoung slurred out his request and San brought a hand down over his ass, making him jolt and cry out. “Sir!” San yanked him up again , one arm around his neck, the other around the back of his head and San had him in a fucking headlock , body arched forward as San kept him locked tight and stuffed full. He watched Wooyoung’s poor, pretty cock jump in the video capture. 

“Tell us all why you’ve been acting like a brat these last few days. ” San murmured against the back of his ear and Wooyoung gasped, his fingers hooking over San’s forearm to hold onto him so he didn’t touch himself . His heart was racing and everything felt so good. Secure. His heart was beating out of his chest but he realized in that moment how safe he felt.

“Be-Because I liked it, when you were mean, after I woke up that time-” Wooyoung hiccupped, tears streaking his face and San smiled, kissing behind his ear. “-wanted to make you angry, so you’d do it again-” Wooyoung’s fingers loosened a little.

“So why’d you cuddle up with someone else? Thought that was an appropriate way to piss me off?” San asked in a hiss of a whisper, and Wooyoung’s cock twitched again, leaking onto the blankets. He ground his hips forward just for the hell of it and felt Wooyoung’s hole tense around him, his whole body shaking as he rubbed over his prostate. 

“I won’t do it again! Won’t even look-” Wooyoung cut himself off with a sob when San let him go, letting him slip back down to the bed. He pushed his palms against the sheets and braced himself, certain San was going to rail him again. “I won’ look at em daddy, I really won’t, I promise- won’t look at him ever again, never-” Wooyoung sobbed out his promises and San let out a shuddered breath, watching his partner lose it underneath him. “-Don’t get angry, please, don’t be mad at me- I’m sorry-” 

Oh . San leaned forward to fully kneel on the bed behind him, his hands splayed over his ass before he slid his palms up his body, down his arms to his hands. He linked their fingers for a second, tapping the gold band on his finger with Wooyoung’s, and they clicked together, making a tiny sound. Nothing too obvious, but it was directly in front of Wooyoung’s face. His eyes were full of tears and his face had been screwed up, anxious, but that tiny gesture made his whole body relax, letting out a heavy, shaky breath. 

“Please fuck me.” He sighed out his words with a sniffle and San leaned back, gripping tight to his hips to keep him steady. “Please? Please , it hurts -” Wooyoung hiccupped and San smoothed a hand over his spine, holding his palm over his tattoo to keep him pressed to the bed. “ Please, Mnn-” Wooyoung ended up hiding his face in the comforter, too far gone to even give a shit about playing it up for the camera, body trembling when San finally moved his hips. “Ah! Please- Please, need it, more-” He was gasping, sobbing, moaning on every breath and San could hardly take it, his heart and his cock at odds with eachother because he felt bad but fuck it was so hot to see him cry like that.

“Shh.” San hushed him and made sure to get the angle just right, careful with his movements so he could fuck him just how he needed it. He knew Wooyoung’s body too well, by that point. He felt his whole body tense up tight, moans and sobs quieting, replaced by tiny, tight gasps that stopped all together when he tightened around San’s cock. 

“....fuck- Fuck! S-” Wooyoung bit down on the blankets, mind scrambled in a hundred different directions. “Coming! I- I-” Wooyoung tried and failed to right himself in any capacity, palms sliding on the bed and he just plopped back down, pleasured sobs wracking his chest as San reached an arm around and jerked his cock for him. “Oh my g- Mmm!” Wooyoung’s ears were ringing from the pressure, from how tight he’d been wound, yet somehow he was able to force his hips back with San’s pace and chase his orgasm as far and as hard as he could. 

He felt like he was losing his mind and really he was, he had a while ago but finally getting to an orgasm he’d been staving off for hours was bliss to a degree he’d only felt a few times in his life- Almost all of them at the hands of Choi San . San, who was still fucking into his abused hole, letting go of his cum sticky cock to grab his hip again. He didn’t stop, not until he was stuttering to a stop inside him, head thrown back as he came all inside his poor partner. But he moved all too suddenly.

“What-” Wooyoung gasped and flailed a little, San’s hands rough on him again. He’d pulled out abruptly and pushed on his hips, getting him to roll to his back before yanking his knees forward and thrusting himself back inside, all in one rushed movement. “ Wait-” San pulled a risky move, turning his face away from the camera to lean down and tuck it into Wooyoung’s neck, arms wrapping him up tight so he could pound into him that way. “Fuck, fuck , careful-” Wooyoung wrapped his arms and legs around him as tight as he could, gripping San’s hair, trying to make sure his face was as covered as it could be as he whimpered against his neck. 

“Wanna make you cum again-” San hissed, one of his hands moving between them to stroke him again and Wooyoung’s back arched off the bed- but he was trapped under San’s torso. He’d been so wound up he was sure it would happen, no matter how overstimulated he was, no matter how electric his nerves felt. San readjusted his other arm and hooked Wooyoung’s leg underneath it, pulling his knee up to expose his ass and the cum squeezing out around San’s shaft. “M’gonna cum again-” San’s voice was a whimpering sound and Wooyoung clung to him, turning his face to kiss his forehead. 

“Already? …Gonna breed me like this in front of all these people?” Wooyoung whispered, and San gasped, hips snapping unevenly until he was cumming again, fist jerking Wooyoung just as sloppily- But the younger took over for him and tugged gently at the grip in his hair, feeling his cum slip out of his ass and drip down onto the mattress. “Sannah-” Wooyoung had turned to muffle his name against his forehead, gritting his teeth as he came again- He made a mess of their stomachs and felt his whole body shake, muscles in his abdomen contracting, clamping down on San’s cock to make him gasp and cry out against his throat. 

“Wooyoungie-” San’s voice was a cracked whine and Wooyoung just let him ride it out, groaning obscenely against his collarbone, hips working unevenly until they stopped, and he finally pulled out, for the final time. 

“Fuck.” Wooyoung let his other leg fall, one of them still pinned up so the camera got a front row seat to his gaping, cum-filled hole. 

“Nnn-” San tore one of his arms away, slipping his hand down over Wooyoung’s ass to fuck two fingers into him, face tucked tight against Wooyoung’s shoulder as he fucked him roughly and made a mess of the cum stuck inside him. 

“Dirty-” Wooyoung whimpered, and San sighed, having his fun before he pulled his fingers out and gripped wooyoung’s thigh without even cleaning them off. “Dirty!” Wooyoung whined, and San smacked his thigh, gripping tight to it again, and Wooyoung let out a surprised yelp. Before he knew it, San had his back to the camera and had wrapped his arms around his hips, dragging him up to his face and Wooyoung pushed his palms on San’s forehead, trying to stop him from eating his ass . “Sir! Enough.” Wooyoung gasped, and Sir didn’t have the same power it did when he could speak his name. But he was lucky that San decided to listen, for once.

The last thing the stream got to see were Wooyoung’s knees hooked over San’s broad shoulders, feet kicking into his back to try and stop him before he got to hit the killswitch on his stream and shut the whole thing down. 

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San wasn’t even shocked when Wooyoung passed out in his arms in the bath. 

A hot bath had become a staple of their aftercare, especially when Wooyoung was too exhausted to stand and take a shower. Wooyoung and San had a stock of different sweet smelling bath bombs and soaps just to make it an enjoyable experience, and maybe Wooyoung had gotten knocked out by lavender chamomile as they soaked in it. 

Wooyoung’s face was still so puffy from crying, red and splotchy but at least he looked relaxed, now. His cheek was squished into San’s shoulder, body stretched out in his large bathtub and San had to take a photo. He held his phone camera up and away from them to snap a picture of Wooyoung asleep on his shoulder, red raw lips slightly parted so he could breathe past his stuffy nose. He was all kinds of messed up from the crying, and San felt kind of bad for him. 

“... better delete that.” Wooyoung mumbled, and San fumbled his phone, saving it from a watery grave before spiking it across the bathroom, watching it skid across the tile. Then Wooyoung chuckled and San sighed, slipping down a little further into the water. 

“I want it just for me, though.” San pouted, and Wooyoung smiled, bringing a hand up to scratch over San’s freckled neck. 

“Fine, but no posting that anywhere, you creep.” Wooyoung huffed, and San frowned, turning his face to push his lips to Wooyoung’s forehead. 

“Course not, baby.” San whispered, and Wooyoung’s sleepy smile grew, forcing his face into San’s neck. “...I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried, for a little.” San murmured, and Wooyoung nodded, patting the side of his neck before he let his hand slip down over his chest. 

“You’ve come a long way from crying over a little orgasm control.” Wooyoung patted his chest under the water and San sighed, nuzzling his hair. 

“Well I was worried!” San smiled and Wooyoung grinned, leaning up to kiss him on the chin. “I know you better now. You really do tell me, if it hurts, or you don’t like it. It was hard to tell, before.” San let Wooyoung sit up on his lap, reaching forward to push his hair back with wet hands and make him look silly. San didn’t care. “...Seeing you cry-”

“It’s okay-”

“-was so fucking hot.” San admitted, and Wooyoung kept threading his fingers through his hair, smile growing. 

“Oh, yeah?” Wooyoung chewed his lip and San nodded, hands finding a place on his waist. 

“...like seeing you cry, if it’s on my dick like that.” San sighed, letting wooyoung lay over his chest, arms looped around the back of his neck. They stayed like that for a little while, until Wooyoung raised a brow and pulled back, squinting down at his horny boyfriend. 

“...You’re hard from thinking about it, aren’t you?” Wooyoung accused him and San whined, looking down between them at his half hard dick under the water. 

“Can we do it one more time? I’ll do all the work-” He tried, but Wooyoung pushed a finger to his lips.

“Why don’t you do it later.” He grinned, and San made a face, brows knit together before Wooyoung pulled his hand away from his lips. 

“...Later?” 

“When I’m sleeping . Then you’ll really have to do all the work, huh?” 

“... Maybe I will.” 

“Mmm, I’m sure you will.”