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“Felix!”
The three of them turn to see Chan grinning, waving his arm wildly as if he thinks more-emphatic movements will get Felix to come to him faster. Wooyoung turns back to Felix and arches an eyebrow.
“He’s always so happy to see you,” he says as Felix starts to walk toward Chan. “Are you really accommodating in bed or something?”
Felix turns into a fire hydrant and stops in his tracks. “Jesus, Wooyoung, no. We haven’t even had sex yet.”
“Why not?”
Felix flushes even darker, if that’s possible. “I’ve known him for two weeks!”
“Just call him ‘daddy’ and bend over, I’m sure that’ll speed things up,” says Wooyoung. He turns to glance at Chan, who is coming over to them. “He looks like he has a daddy kink, anyway.”
Felix makes the same sound you’d make if you saw your mom performing in a strip club.
“Okay, Wooyoung, maybe stop traumatizing him?” Yeosang suggests.
Wooyoung looks like he definitely would’ve continued traumatizing him, except Chan has walked up to them by now and is looking at Felix anxiously.
“What’s wrong, Lixie?” he asks. “You look a little red.”
He calls him “Lixie.” That’s adorable.
“Nothing,” Felix mumbles through his fingers. “Let’s leave.” He reaches down for Chan’s hand immediately and pulls him away. Chan, though surprised, follows him happily.
Yeosang barely has time to digest that before Wooyoung is immediately turning to him and saying, “So. Still got that dry spell going on?”
Yeosang flushes. “A few weeks is hardly a dry spell, Woo.”
“With San it is,” Wooyoung counters. “You haven’t fucked since you got back together. Why don’t you ask him about it?”
“I don’t know,” says Yeosang, scuffing his shoe across the ground. “It just feels awkward.”
“You’ve had his dick all the way down your throat but you can’t ask him why he’s not boning you anymore?”
Yeosang rolls his eyes. “Really, Woo? ‘Boning?’ Are we in eighth grade?”
In response, Wooyoung lets out a string of swears and obscene words.
“Okay! You’ve proven your point!” Yeosang protests. “I’ll talk to him.”
“Attaboy,” says Wooyoung, grinning.
Yeosang goes over to San’s place for dinner. It’s when San has finished doing the dishes and is taking off his gloves that Yeosang plucks up the courage.
“Did I do something wrong?”
San turns away from the sink, looking surprised. “What?”
“Every time I do something physical you reject me,” says Yeosang. “Did you lose interest, or are you mad at me?”
“It’s not either of those,” San says quickly.
“Then what is it?”
San blushes slightly, scuffing his shoe across the floor. “I just...I was just trying to show you that sex doesn’t mean everything to me,” he mumbles.
That’s kind of sort of very sweet, and Yeosang melts a little. “That’s very sweet,” he says, “but it’s been weeks and I think my virginity is starting to grow back.” Not that virginity is really a thing, but he needs to stress how much he wants to be filled.
“Is that your way of asking to be fucked?” San asks uncertainly.
“Yes.”
San clears his throat. “I’m not opposed to that.”
Yeosang smiles. “I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic.” San flushes, flustered. It’s a very cute expression on him. “I have one question before we start, though,” says Yeosang, deciding to save him.
“What is it?”
“Why do you always fuck me from behind?”
San blinks at him. “What?”
“You always fuck me from behind,” Yeosang repeats. “Why?”
San looks worried. “Do you not like that? You should have told me.”
“No, it’s fine,” says Yeosang. “I was just wondering.”
San runs a hand through his hair. “Just a habit, I guess. I’ve been with some people who really liked it. And you have a really cute ass.”
“Flirt,” Yeosang murmurs.
San tilts his head. “Was there a position you wanted to try?”
Yeosang clears his throat. “I want to ride you.”
“You should’ve told me before, baby. I’m happy to give you what you want.”
“I’ve been told I look good riding cock,” says Yeosang, as if needing to justify himself.
“I don’t doubt that for a second.”
Yeosang takes his hands. “Bedroom?”
San nods. Yeosang leads him from the room and up to the bed, whereupon he drops down onto the sheets and opens his pants. San takes off his clothes with no real pomp, dropping them into a pile on the floor. Yeosang stays on the bed and watches, rubbing himself through his underwear. San undoes both of Yeosang’s shoes and pulls his socks off, adding them to the pile. Yeosang scoots back on the bed until he’s resting against the headboard, and San follows.
“Can’t wait to see you, baby,” San murmurs as he pulls Yeosang’s jeans off. “Bouncing on my lap, making yourself feel good.” Yeosang takes his shirt off. San runs both hands down Yeosang’s abs and then leans down to kiss them. His hands hook onto Yeosang’s underwear and pull it down, finally peeling it off of his feet.
Yeosang is a little bit hard, excited about the idea of getting to ride San. San places both hands on Yeosang’s chest, on top of his nipples, and Yeosang takes his hands away and holds them so they can’t get distracted (God knows they have before. Fun fact, Yeosang can come just from having his nipples played with, and San has absolutely never taken advantage of that to edge him. At least not more than, like, ten times).
Yeosang settles his thighs around San’s hips and takes just a moment to run his fingers across San’s eyebrows, his lips, his jawline. San stays still, lips slightly parted, and allows Yeosang his exploration. Yeosang drops his hands and then reaches for the side table, sanitizing his hands and picking up the lube. Usually San is the one to prep him, but this time Yeosang decides to give him a show. He slips a finger inside and dedicates himself to not holding back the sounds he makes, even though he’s embarrassed of them. He’ll let it go for San.
San watches with dark eyes as Yeosang rides his hand, dropping mewls and curse words here and there. San is stroking him and Yeosang has three fingers inside him before he decides he’s ready. He pulls his fingers out and rolls a condom onto San, slicking it up. Then he takes San in hand, positions himself right over his cock, and sinks down.
San wraps his arms around Yeosang, and Yeosang lets out a shaky breath.
“Relax, sweet thing,” San says softly. “I’ve got you.” Yeosang puts his head on San’s shoulder, breathing deeply. “You look breathtaking like this,” San murmurs. Yeosang shivers. “Can’t wait to take you apart,” says San.
“Tie me up some time,” Yeosang mumbles. “I’m ready to submit to you.”
San puts his hands on Yeosang’s waist, squeezing lightly. “God. I can’t believe you chose me,” he says quietly.
“I’m going to move now,” Yeosang whispers.
“I’ll follow you.”
Yeosang drapes his hands over San’s shoulders and pulls up, hovering in the air a little before sinking back down. The next time he does it, San lifts his hips when Yeosang comes back down, making him whimper.
“Feel good, baby boy?”
“Yeah,” Yeosang manages to say as he moves again. San’s hand runs through his hair. It feels so good.
“Can I see your face?” San asks. It’s then that Yeosang realizes he’s been crying a little. He pulls back reluctantly, and San wipes the tears off his cheeks. “Beautiful,” he says.
“Should I be concerned that you like to see me cry so much?” Yeosang asks, voice wobbling.
“I don’t know,” says San. “I just like to see that you’re feeling good. It makes me happy.”
Yeosang doesn’t know what to say to that. He just keeps moving, filling himself up minute by minute.
“Yeosang,” says San softly. “Did you have sex with Chan while we were apart?”
Yeosang stills and just looks at him for a moment, surprised. “No,” he says finally before moving again. “I didn’t.” San is silent. “Are you still jealous about that?” Yeosang asks.
“No,” says San. “I mean, kind of. But I also just...” He stops for a moment. “I just got tested. I’m clean. I have to retest in a few weeks to be sure, but...” He looks up. “If you’re clean too, would you want to go bare with me?”
Yeosang’s hips stutter. “Wha?”
“Like, drop the condom.”
“Really?” Yeosang asks softly. “I’m the only one for you?”
San’s eyes soften. “Of course, baby,” he says. “You’re so special to me.” It’s cliché, but Yeosang feels another tear streak down. San kisses it away.
“Yes, then,” says Yeosang.
“I’m the only one for you too?”
“Yes,” says Yeosang again. San beams at him, and Yeosang’s chest feels funny. He brushes his thumbs against the back of San’s neck, staring down at those lovely, dark eyes.
“You done fucking yourself, gorgeous?” San asks gently.
Yeosang shakes his head. “No, you just sidetracked me. Jerk me off and I’ll make you come.” San’s hand goes up to his dick obediently, and Yeosang gets set to move again.
He fucks himself until his thighs hurt, intertwining their hands. Things get a little blurry. San starts playing with his nipples until Yeosang slaps his hands away so he doesn’t come embarrassingly fast. San strokes him, and Yeosang doesn’t try to hold back the sounds he makes.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me come, baby,” San nearly groans after a few minutes.
“Come, then,” says Yeosang.
San clutches his hips and Yeosang feels him spill inside of him, strong and warm. Yeosang takes over from him and strokes himself until he comes onto both their chests. Suddenly he feels weak all over, and he practically collapses onto San’s chest. San wraps his arms around him tightly and gently tugs him until San is lying on his back with Yeosang lying on top of him, still connected.
“Shh, baby boy,” says San, which is when Yeosang realizes he’s hiccuping with tears. “I’ve got you.”
I love you, Yeosang wants to say. He decides to save it for another time. “I like feeling full of you,” he mumbles.
“When we go bare, I’ll plug you up after I come in you, hmm?”
Yeosang nods weakly. “I’d like that. Stay in me for a while, okay?”
“Whatever you want, sunshine.”
Yeosang falls asleep like that, San’s cock in him, San’s hands running comfortingly down his back, and San’s lips against his neck.
“Fun fact, Chan is in love.”
Yeosang blinks at Wooyoung. “What? With Felix?”
“Yup,” says Wooyoung, nodding as he gets on his toes as if that’ll help him find what he’s looking for better. “Felix said he confessed today.”
“Already?” Yeosang asks. “It’s only been a few weeks.”
Wooyoung shrugs, turning in one direction and then the other. “You know Felix is endearing.”
“Good for him, then,” says Yeosang, smiling. “But what are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for Felix,” says Wooyoung. “He told me Chan confessed and then he freaking ran away. I have to interrogate him on whether they had sex!”
“For someone who gets so much dick, you’d think you’d chill it on other people’s sex lives,” Yeosang remarks mildly.
“As someone who gets a lot of dick, it’s my responsibility to ensure that my allosexual friends are getting just as much dick,” Wooyoung corrects. “Or pussy. Whichever one. Oh, there he is!”
Yeosang turns to see Felix coming up to them. He looks a little nervous, probably anticipating Wooyoung’s forthcoming interrogation, and walks up to them hesitantly. “Hey, guys,” he says when he gets close enough. There’s a bruise on his neck.
“Sooo,” Wooyoung sings, pointing. “You gonna tell me you fell over?”
Felix slaps his hand over the hickey, eyes wide. “I—we—” he stutters.
“Did you and Chan have sex?” Wooyoung asks loudly into his face.
“Oh my god, Wooyoung, quiet down,” Felix hisses.
“Did he pop your cherry?” Wooyoung asks, totally disregarding him.
“That’s not even how hymens work!” Felix protests.
“Did you guys fuck?”
“Yes, okay! Are you happy now?”
Wooyoung jumps up and down. “This is so exciting!” he says, clapping. “Congratulations, my little newly non-virgin friend! Yeosang, clap with me!”
“I will not be doing that,” says Yeosang. “And virginity is a construct.”
“Was it good?” Wooyoung demands of Felix. “Were you satisfied? Did he treat you right?”
Felix puts his face in his hands. “He was really gentle,” he mumbles. “It was...really nice.”
“And does he have a daddy kink?”
Felix drops his hands, exasperated.
“I’m just gonna take that as a yes,” says Wooyoung.
“Don’t you have a test to study for?” Felix asks loudly. “Astrophysics won’t learn itself, you know.”
Wooyoung waves his hand. “I have an A in that class, I can afford to not do well on one test,” he says. “I need the details. Did he do you in missionary for the first time? Did you cry? How good is he? Is Yeosang missing out?”
“Oh my god,” says Yeosang.
“If you pay for my drinks, we can go out tonight and I’ll tell you, okay?” Felix compromises.
“Deal!” says Wooyoung, beaming. “Okay, I really should study for my test. See you later, losers!” He waves and runs off.
Yeosang turns to Felix and raises an eyebrow. “Are you really going to tell him everything?”
“Maybe some things,” says Felix. “I’m hoping he’ll drink too much to remember.”
“Then he’ll just bug you to tell him again in the morning,” Yeosang points out.
Felix groans. “The sex almost wasn’t worth it, then.”
“Almost,” Yeosang repeats cheekily.
Felix hugs himself and gazes down at the ground with a shy smile.
“Does Chan have a daddy kink?” Yeosang asks curiously.
Felix puts his hands over his face again. “Yes,” he mutters finally.
Yeosang cackles.
“You ready?”
“I’m meeting your mom, not going in front of a firing squad.”
“Okay. You just look really nervous.”
Yeosang wipes his hands on his pants. “It’s important, okay? Meeting parents is a big step.”
San takes his hand. “She’s gonna love you, Yeosangie.”
“Okay, let’s just go ahead,” Yeosang mumbles. San smiles and reaches for the door. He opens it to reveal a middle-aged woman half lying in a hospital bed, glasses on and a book in her lap. When she looks up and sees the two of them, she brightens and puts the book to the side.
“Hey, Mom. This is Yeosang,” says San.
“Yeosang!” says Ms. Choi, sitting up just a little. “I’ve heard about you.”
“That sounds bad,” Yeosang mutters to San before raising his voice and saying, “Ms. Choi! It’s so nice to meet you.”
Ms. Choi smiles warmly and reaches out her hands until he takes them. “Has my son been treating you right?” she asks. “He’d better be, or I’ll kick his ass.” Yeosang blinks at the language, but San just sighs.
“I’m doing everything I can, Mom.”
“Hush, you,” his mom scolds. “Let’s hear it from him.” She turns to Yeosang expectantly. Yeosang flubs around for a little, but eventually he manages to say, “He’s been very nice to me, ma’am.”
“Don’t you ‘ma’am’ me, young man,” she scolds. “Call me Areum.”
Yeosang is definitely not going to do that, but he just nods.
“So,” says Ms. Choi. “How long have you two been together?”
“More than two months now,” says San.
“Oh, that’s a record!” Ms. Choi says cheerfully. “You must really like him.”
“I like everyone I date,” San protests. “He’s just special.”
“I’m sure he is,” she says, smiling. “So what are your interests, Yeosang?”
The first thing that comes to Yeosang’s mind is Your son’s dick in my ass, for some reason. Thank God he manages to tap that thought down. “I like skateboarding,” he says lamely. “And drones.”
“Take him to the skate park, then!” Ms. Choi tells her son.
“I don’t know how to skateboard,” San protests.
“Excuses,” says Ms. Choi.
“You take him to the skate park, then,” San mutters.
His mom ignores him. “Yeosang,” she says. “When I get out of here—hopefully in a week—we should all go out to dinner. How do you feel about that?”
Yeosang smiles. “I’d love that.”
She smiles back. “Good! Wear a nice suit. I’ll take you somewhere fancy.”
“Yeosang isn’t very fancy, Mom,” says San.
“Rude,” says Yeosang.
“Rude,” says Ms. Choi.
“Not in a bad way!” San defends himself. “He just knows how to appreciate little things.”
“That’s quite cute, I must concede,” says Ms. Choi. “Compliments will get you far.”
San slips his hand into Yeosang’s. “I just say them because they’re true.”
Yeosang tries to tug his hand out of San’s in embarrassment, but San just holds it firmly and looks at him with a soft expression. “Oh, hush you,” Yeosang mutters. Ms. Choi beams at them.
San brings Yeosang close and kisses his forehead. When he speaks, he does it with a smile.
“Try to stop me.”
“Relax, baby.”
Yeosang tries, but it’s hard when he’s crying. San is gazing down at him, pumping his cock in and out slowly.
“Sannie,” he tries.
San runs a hand through his hair soothingly. “What is it, baby boy?”
“Want your cock,” Yeosang mumbles.
“You already have it, gorgeous.”
“Harder.”
San moves the blanket a little until it surrounds them more fully. “Gonna give it to you, sweetheart,” he promises.
“I like it when you look at me.”
“I like it when you spread your legs for me,” says San, thrusting.
Yeosang puts his hand over his mouth to try to stop his moan from alerting anyone who might be around, but San pulls it away as he often does. He never tires of hearing Yeosang sound like a porn star.
“We’re on the roof,” Yeosang mumbles. “Anyone could hear us.”
“That’s why you like it,” San reminds, pumping into him. “The risk of getting caught. Or are you going to tell me you didn’t enjoy getting railed in that elevator the other day?”
“I didn’t know there’d be cameras,” Yeosang mutters, fighting back another moan.
San laughs. “You knew very well. That’s why you begged me to fuck you in there.” He runs a hand down Yeosang’s cheek. “Besides, you gave the security people a treat. Who wouldn’t have wanted to see you like that, all disheveled and pleading?”
“Oh, shut up and fuck me,” says Yeosang.
San smiles. “Can you not feel me in you right now?”
“Fuck me harder,” Yeosang amends. San obliges.
Yeosang starts losing his vision a little after a few minutes, close to falling off the edge. “Come on,” he says, breathless. “Come on, Sannie.” It must be enough, because San pulls out and spills onto Yeosang’s chest. He’s barely done coming before he starts jerking Yeosang off, and Yeosang comes too, moaning. San breathes hard against his neck, fingers tight around his body, possessive. It takes them a moment, but eventually they come down. San reaches out to turn off the voice recorder.
“Another one for the archives,” he says. “How many is that now?”
“Six,” says Yeosang. Six recordings of him coming, all for San’s listening pleasure. “I hope you appreciate them.”
“Oh, believe me, I worship them.”
“Obsessed much?” Yeosang mumbles.
“You’d be obsessed too if you got to hear the noises you make.”
“I can hear the sounds that come out of my own mouth,” Yeosang points out.
“Only when you’re in an altered headspace,” San argues. “Do you want to borrow one of the recordings? That’ll show you.”
“I’m not going to listen to myself getting fucked, San.”
San shrugs. “Your loss.” His gaze lowers, and his fingers trail down to Yeosang’s hole. He’s taken to checking it after they fuck just to make sure everything’s okay. “Did you enjoy your vibrator the other day?” he asks.
“I was crying by the time you finally let me come,” says Yeosang. “What do you think?”
San’s eyes twinkle. “If you wear it in public, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk afterward,” he promises.
Yeosang gapes at him. “You want to control my vibrator remotely while we’re in public?”
“Yup,” says San. “Sitting there, knowing you can’t come, full to the brim and feeling so good...I’ll deny you orgasms for a week beforehand just to make it better when you finally come. You know you want it.”
Yeosang does want it. Damn San and seeing right through him.
“Let’s put our clothes on in case someone comes up here,” he mumbles instead of addressing the way his cock is trying to harden again. San pushes the blanket away, revealing the moon. He takes some wipes out of his bag and cleans them both up before helping Yeosang get dressed slowly.
“Shame,” he says when that’s done. “You look so good naked.”
Yeosang shivers, though it’s mostly due to the weather. “Bet you wouldn’t want anyone else looking at me, though.”
“True,” San concedes. “I’m the only one who gets to do that.”
“And Wooyoung, when I get changed in our room.”
San wraps his arms around Yeosang tight. “Don’t mention him.”
Yeosang laughs. “We fucked once, Sannie,” he says, playing with his hair.
“And I don’t like it,” San says darkly.
“Too bad I get to decide what to do with my own body, then,” Yeosang teases.
San pouts.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous, though,” Yeosang concedes. “It’s kind of hot.”
“Yeah? Should we explore that as a kink?”
Yeosang giggles. “How would you feel if I started getting real friendly with that guy who ogles my ass all the time?”
“I’d feel like I might have to tie you to the bed and spank the hell out of you.”
“Oh, poor me,” says Yeosang. “Whatever would I do?”
San pulls him forward and plants a firm kiss on his lips. “You’d lie there and take it,” he says. “Because you’re a good boy.”
“Oh my god,” Yeosang complains.
“You’re stuck with me,” San sings.
“Unfortunately,” says Yeosang.
“Hey.” San pouts. It’s so cute that Yeosang reaches out and pinches his cheek. It just makes San pout even harder.
Yeosang giggles. “You’re adorable.”
“I love you,” says San.
The world slows down a little, and Yeosang blinks and stares. “Wha?”
“I kind of sort of love you, Yeosang,” says San. “Like, a lot.”
Yeosang’s heart is beating very fast. “Maybe ‘I kind of sort of love you’ will be our ‘always,’” he almost whispers.
San wrinkles his nose. “Don’t ruin it.”
“Sorry,” says Yeosang. “I’m really nervous.”
“Why?”
Yeosang stares for a little bit more. “The first time we had sex,” he says after a few silent moments. “You said you told people beforehand if you wanted no strings attached.” He doesn’t know why he’s bringing it up now.
San just looks at him for a moment, also like a stare, though he seems to be confused. “I was just trying to dispel the lies about me,” he says eventually. “That wasn’t me telling you I wanted no strings attached with you.”
“Oh,” says Yeosang. He doesn’t know what else to say.
“Why do you think I stayed with you for more than a few weeks?” San asks.
“Because...you liked me?” Yeosang guesses.
“Bingo.”
Yeosang turns away a bit so he can smile to himself, little and pleased. He looks out across the other rooftops of the campus, off into the distance where the trees are. “I love you too, San,” he says. San wraps his arms around Yeosang’s waist and squeezes a little, content.
A comfortable stillness envelops them, warm, as they rest a little in the moon-dipped silence.