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Hyolyn radiates a striking aura that Wooyoung can sense the moment he approaches her. It's like she has the world in her hands, and she knows it, standing tall in her high heels and tiny shorts and not much else. Her shoulder-length blonde hair frames her face, and her deep red lipstick complements her bold style. The large hoop earrings catch the fluorescent light of the studio, adding to her allure. Wooyoung feels an immediate, profound respect for her — tinged with a healthy dose of fear.
This is worth it. He has to remind himself. Once a week, having to lie to San about his whereabouts, leaving his phone with his manager to prevent San from tracking him — all of it will feel justifiable eventually. Soon enough, San will discover the truth, and it will be the best birthday surprise ever.
"Turn around," Hyolyn says, breaking Wooyoung's trace, but he complies immediately. "Interesting."
Wooyoung looks back at her over his shoulder. "Huh?"
"No, nothing, I'm just objectifying you," she says, smirking. "Nice ass, even cuter shorts."
Wooyoung was sweating the entire time he tried sneaking them out of their room without San noticing. The things he does for love. "Haha, thank you."
"Back to me," she says, and Wooyoung snaps around. "Okay, twerking is more confidence than it is skill. What mostly makes people bad twerkers? Zero confidence. If you go into it feeling like you can't do it, then you won't. But confidence can't be taught, it already has to be there. Do you feel confident?"
"Yes," Wooyoung answers, only half-heartedly cause he's scared of her reaction if he said no.
"Great." She says, clapping her hands together. She pulls a calendar from her bag and hands it to Wooyoung. "I made you a schedule. I'll only see you one other time before San's birthday, so I need you to practice every day until you see me again. There are certain things you practice for each day, starting from the basics to the advanced. Got it?"
Wooyoung nods, more than a little lost, as he follows her to stand in front of the mirror. She presses a couple things on her phone and music fills the studio seconds later.
"The key is to isolate the rest of your body while your hips move, like this," she starts to move her hips, gyrating them in a slow circle. "It automatically looks like you can move effortlessly when the rest of your body is still." Wooyoung watches as the rest of her body stays in place, making the movement of her ass more vivid, more lewd. "Your turn."
Wooyoung shakes out his nerves and tries putting his years of dancing to good use. Except, as soon as his hips move, so does the rest of his body.
"Not bad, but lower yourself a little bit more to gain better control — good. Try to keep your back straightened, like this," she turns to the side and Wooyoung does the same. "Again, isolate the part of your body that doesn't need to move. So when you gyrate your hips, your back is still and it's easier to move." She demonstrates what Wooyoung was doing, then fixes it, straightening her back. "Tightening your core too, that'll help with stopping the movement from traveling through the rest of your body. Yes, good. You're starting to get it."
He continues until she has him gyrate in a chair, forcing him to switch from one direction to the next. "Being able to switch directions will only strengthen your abilities to move." She presses her hand on the small of his back when he starts unconsciously moving it again. "I'll have you wearing a weightlifting belt if you don't quit moving your back."
They keep going like this for a while, until Wooyoung complains about his thighs burning, and she moves him to the floor instead. "Okay," she says, "Now try doing that same motion, but this time on your knees."
With his knees locked in place, Wooyoung can already tell this is not as easy as it would be standing. He keeps his shoulders pushed back and isolates the rest of his body, but his hips don't match the movements of his ass, so it's robotic and strained.
"Lift your ass some more so that it's more poked out than tucked in," Hyolyn suggests, and Wooyoung does, now his ass is flared out from the rest of his body and it's a bit easier to move. Hyolyln joins him on the ground, her techniques a stark contrast to Wooyoung's own. "With more practice, this part of twerking will become muscle memory. Okay, one more thing, and then I have to go." She stops the roll of her hips and tilts her ass in the air. "There are two parts to an actual twerk, the beginning point," she gestures to her ass. "And the endpoint," She snaps her hips until they're back at their normal level. "You add them together, and you get..." She moves back and forth between those two positions and the twerk is more visible.
It's not as terrible when he tries it himself, but when she speeds up, that's when it all falls apart.
"You know what," she huffs out a laugh. "We'll try this speed again once you get the slower version down."
Wooyoung nods. "I'll get it down, for sure."
"Good, and don't forget to record yourself when you're practicing." She says nonchalantly, and Wooyoung cringes at the thought. "It's okay if it's a little awkward when you first start recording, it's always going to feel like this, but filming yourself means quicker progress. watch it back and fix your mistakes. Trust me, it'll be worth the humiliation."
Wooyoung will try his best not to immediately die when he sees himself on the film, but either way, he's willing to do this for San. He's willing to do a lot of that man.
She starts to grab her things, and swings on her sunglasses, looking even more intimating than before. With a smile, she waves to Wooyoung. "Practice, practice, practice. I can smell progress from a mile away, I'll know if you have or not. Bye, Love." and then she's out.
Wooyoung makes it out of the studio and back into the company car, taking in a deep breath pretending that San was there patting him on the back for all of his hard work. A week and 5 days left until San's birthday. Wooyoung has this in the bag.
┈─★
Privacy was always a problem in the Ateez dorm, but now more than ever, there's no place to sneak off to to practice.
All the dance rooms are taken up, not that Wooyoung finds any amusement in potentially anyone walking in and catching him. There's his room, but San is guaranteed to catch him there, even if he tries locking the door and throwing away the key.
So his only option? His individual studio space. Usually, San is good at not bothering him when he's in here, and most of the time he never gets visitors anyway. And as it turns out, there's plenty of space on the floor for him to practice. There's no mirror, but Wooyoung makes do with his iPad, turning it into the perfect angle to watch himself when he props it up against the wall. He'll think of an excuse later why he's spending an excessive amount of time in his studio, especially during their break, but there's an 80 percent chance San will be completely clueless if Wooyoung schedules it right. And even if he does notice, Wooyoung's sure there's a zero percent chance he'll guess the reason behind it.
He tries once, then a couple hundred times it feels, until he thinks he has it down. He sits his back against the door afterward, flipping through the new recordings. The first videos were trials, and ones Wooyoung can do without watching so he deletes them immediately. Then the other videos aren't so bad, practicing in his chair moving only his hips, slowly gyrating in a circle. But it's when he finally gets to the videos of him twerking that he calls Hyolyn for an immediate Zoom session.
"It's not that bad, Kid," Hyolyln says over their video call. "Let's try this. Put your hands on your knees. Good. Now try it like that."
Wooyoung's only ever done this as a humorous thing, moving his hips for his fans, adding it into their choreography. He's actually never seriously tried before. And then he attempts to twerk and knows why. "Nope," he says, shaking his head.
Hyolyn's laugh echoes throughout his studio. "When you're in this position, you can't rely on the steadiness of your knees, now it has to be all in the hips. Spread your legs apart — okay, watch me. With your legs wider, it's a lot easier to snap your hips. Again, remember there are two parts, up and down." She demonstrates her twerk in perfect rhythm with the snaps of her fingers. "You can also do this — straighten your knees and bend your back," Wooyoung does as she says. "Okay then move your hips side to side in a faster motion, like this." The screen's a little blurry, but Wooyoung sees the jiggle her ass makes in this movement. "This is an easy beginner twerk. Like this, you can then get down," and she's back in her original position. "And just twerk."
Wooyoung wish it were that easy for him. But he practices and practices until he's sore in his lower back.
Later that night, he tries it again, and the muscle memory is starting to come. He realizes that it takes a lot more muscle than he originally thought to get the perfect rhythm going. Eventually, his hips stop stuttering and he's able to do the same motions over again without getting too tired. He can't go even half as fast as Hyolyn, but when he watches his videos over again, it's more seamless and less awkward. It looks good, and it's sexy as hell.
He imagines San sitting there beside him, watching along. It makes every nerve in his body tingle. He almost wants to run to him now and show him all the incredible new ways his hips can move. But he doesn't, even as badly as he wants to. Cause in a week, it'll all be worth it.
┈─★
Wooyoung's brain has been everywhere lately. Yesteray he got hit in the door when he wasn't paying attention, and this morning he almost brushed his teeth without toothpaste — Of course, San there for all of it. Now, with his eyes glued to his phone, he walks straight into the corner of the kitchen counter and winces in pain. San, obviously, there to witness it all.
“Wooyoung,” San says, his tone almost whiny. “What’s going on with you?” He nears Wooyoung and gently rubs the spot that took the hit. Then, without Wooyoung even noticing at first, bends down to pick up his phone, which is definitely still unlocked on the floor.
In his haste to pick up the phone before San can, they bump foreheads and both teeter back, but not before Wooyoung clutches his phone to his chest.
They both rub at their foreheads. "Sorry," he fake laughs, and a little too fake, cause San can see right through him like a glass door.
San narrows his eyes and looks between Wooyoung and his phone. "Interesting." He says, more to himself than to Wooyoung.
Great, he just made it incredibly plain that he's hiding something. Thanks, Captain Obvious. He mentally slaps himself on the head.
"Sorry," Wooyoung doesn't know why he apologizes, but it's the first thing to leave his mouth.
"What are you sorry about?" San tries reaching for his phone, and Wooyoung, in just the knick of time, steps out the way.
San takes in a deep breath. "You wanna know something?" San starts, slowly approaching Wooyoung until his back is against a wall and San's hand comes up nonchalantly to rest on the wall above Wooyoung's head. "I can quite put my finger on exactly what you're planning." He tilts Wooyoung's chin so that he's staring directly into his eyes. "You're lying to me about where you're going once a week because you come back complaining about your back, which seems a little weird for someone participating in a mediation class." The vein in San's neck begins to project. "Are you cheating on me?"
"What?! San, that's ridiculous, of course not."
"Mmm," he hums, barely an answer. "You've been in the studio quite often, a little weird for someone who's supposed to be on break."
"Are you stalking me, Mr. Choi?" Wooyoung teases.
San leans down and feathers kisses right along the path of Wooyoung's neck. He shivers in response. "Don't you know I'm obsessed?" He whispers casually, as if another member couldn't walk in and hear him, as if Wooyoung's entire stomach doesn't fill with butterflies at the thought. "You want to pretend like I know you don't like it?" His hand on the wall slides behind Wooyoung's head and tugs at his hair gently, just enough for his head to tilt back and San can lick against his skin. His other hand slides behind Wooyoung's back, gently circling it with a teasing touch.
"So, I think it can only mean one thing," San says in between kisses. He suddenly leans up with the goofiest smile ever. "You're writing a sex song for my birthday, aren't you?"
Wooyoung lets out an involuntary cackle.
San huffs, pushing himself off of Wooyoung and holding himself up."Whatever, I don't need to know, I can wait." He says, grabbing a water from the fridge, and walking away, just like that, just like the incredibly intimating boyfriend he is.
Wooyoung's head thuds when it hits the wall, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. One more neck kiss and Wooyoung would've folded. That's just the kind of power Ssan has on him. But he knows the outcome is going to be worth it, he just knows it.
So with the willpower of God and every fiber of his being, Wooyoung stays strong.
┈─★
Giving Hyolyn a lap dance was not on Wooyoung's 2024 Bingo card.
"It's fine Wooyoung," She says, patting her lap where she's seated. "You're gay and we're both taken." He's still standing in place until Hyolyln steps out of her seat to grab onto his forearms and seat him on her lap. "Don't think too much into this. I'm going to teach you how to give a proper lapdance."
"Okay." Wooyoung wavers, awkwardly staring down at her.
"Okay, what's important to note is that lapdances include a lot more than just twerking. It's grinding, it's massaging, it's touching, it's interacting." She shifts Wooyoung's hips so that he's facing away from her. "So, without me telling you anything, show me how you'd go about it."
And Wooyoung does, unskillfully, of course, because it's Hyolyn and because he's just not good, in general.
"Okay, That's enough." And she still Wooyoung hips that are swiveling in her lap. "For a dancer, you sure have a way with rhythm." She smiles, laughing.
Wooyound scrunches his face.
"Don't look so hurt, Kid, this isn't something you automatically know, it's a skill, just like dancing." She switches positions so that now Wooyoung is seated and she's in his lap. "We're going to go about this in parts. Twerking, grinding, massaging, and interacting." She says. "Let's say I want to start with a little teasing and grinding."
She slightly bends her back, exaggerating her curves. She grabs Wooyoung's knees and pulls them apart, slowly. "Tease him, let him know that you're in control and he's only the observer." She leans back and folds her arms over his neck, gyrating her hips. "Then interact, ask him how it feels, get him a sense for what's to come." Then she leaps off to walk seductively around Wooyoung, her hand never leaving his shoulder. "Massage, keep it to shoulders and then move down, but I'm not demonstrating that, 'cause ewe," she says, moving back over to his legs. "Then take what we've learned in the last week, and move your hips — twerk." and she does, all too well and all too blinding.
"Then repeat. But after a while, anyone would get tired of the repetitiveness, so mix it up, never let him guess what you're going to do next. Keep your twerks slow then fast then faster, tease him by never sitting directly on him, massage the places that he obviously doesn't need massaging of at the moment." She smirks.
She switches them again. "Try it."
He starts off with a slow walk around her, his hands never leaving her shoulder. He comes to the front and spreads her legs, then places himself slowly on top of her, reverse. "Good." She says. He swivels his hips while touching himself seductively, until he falls back against her and wraps around her neck. And since she said never let them know you're next move, he's quick to shift in her lap until he facing her.
With a grin ear to ear, she eggs him on.
He pulls himself off to the side to grab at the back of the chair and start a slow twerk that gets faster in speed. He holds off on the interacting thing for his own dignity.
"That's what I'm talking about!" She says, slapping Wooyoung's butt when they stand.
She fans at her face pretending to cry. "They grow so fast."
"...yeah," he says, it dawning on him that he just gave Hyolyn a lap dance. Hyolyln. A lapdance.
"Wooyoung, fortunately, there's nothing else I need to teach you. You learned everything, and it's now in your hands." She puts her hands on his shoulders.
"Fighting."
┈─★
"I got you a present," Wooyoung whispers in San's ear after they're done brushing their teeth.
San turns to him, a look of confusion on his face. "I know," he says, planting a kiss on Wooyoung's cheek. "I got your watch this morning, babe. I’ll wear it all day, I promise." Wooyoung had surprised San with the watch he’d been eyeing for a month during their schedule at one of the Dolce and Gabbana shows. Wooyoung had been impatient, unable to hold back his excitement. As soon as the clock struck midnight, he jumped up to sing San happy birthday and present him with the gift. San, however, was clearly exhausted, so he decided to wait until morning to give him his other gift. Wooyoung is thankful for this though, since his nerves were getting the best of him. But now, he's ready.
Wooyoung giggles nervously. "I know that, I'm talking about something else. I got you another present."
San smiles shyly. "You didn't have to get me anything else," he says slowly, still groggy from sleep. "One present was more than enough."
Wooyoung walks closer to him until their hips are flushed together. Sleepy San is obviously not expecting it, almost stumbling back until he grasps onto Wooyoung's waist for support. "But, you'll like this one better," Wooyoung grins, pecking the other's lips. "I promise."
He kisses San's lips, latching on with a feverish need that he's not expecting to feel so suddenly. He starts walking and San follows suit, out of the bathroom and into their room. He walks San backward until he falls into the chair Wooyoung meticulously placed there while he wasn't paying attention. He sits back with a woozy smile, running his hands up Wooyoung's legs. He twiddles with the hem of Wooyoung's sweatshirt, the same one he wore on all of San's birthdays, with the older's face plaster on every crevice. His hands eventually travel down to curl under the bottom hem of Wooyoung's shorts. Those shorts.
Wooyoung likes the face San makes when he realizes it. "So you did write me a sex song, didn't you?" San smirks like he's onto something, smacking Wooyoung's ass with both hands and kneading it afterward, all of Wooyoung's cheeks practically in the grasp of San's palms.
Wooyoung winces as the burn, but smiles anyway. "I like that you think you're right. But no, you're very wrong." Wooyoung leans down to press another kiss to San's lips, simultaneously pulling his shirt up and over his head.
This might be San's present, but Wooyoung's going to have a little fun of his own too, and what's more fun than seeing the six-pack on your boyfriend's body?
Wooyoung hums in delight, rubbing his hands up and down. "Are you ready?"
San nods, impatiently. His hands continue to smack against Wooyoung's ass, but he's immune to it now, the sting, the burn. San's obsession with these shorts needs to be analyzed and observed. Wooyoung would be giggling at the thought if he hadn't been so nervous, forcing himself away from San who almost looks like he wants to cry from the lost contact.
"You have to promise me something first, though."
"What's that?"
Wooyoung tries to look as doe-eyed as possible, his voice a higher pitch in his attempt to look more innocent. "Keep your hands to yourself."
San's eyebrow quirks in curiosity. "And why would I do that?"
Wooyoung had to think long and hard about this. If San's hands are constantly touching his body, there's no way his head will be clear enough to get through the entire process. He'll fold immediately and then just give San any and everything he asks for. But these last two weeks haven't been for nothing, he hasn't been sneaking around San's back for nothing, he hasn't been gaining lower back pain for nothing, he hasn't been embarrassingly watching himself over and over and over again for nothing — he didn't give the Hyolyn a lapdance, for nothing. And plus, it'll be sweet to see San try to restrain himself, force himself to hold back. Most of the time, San is good with orders, but on occasions like these, he can get a little defiant.
"Because otherwise, I won't give you your gift." Wooyoung teases. He tilts his head and juts out his bottom lip. "Please?"
So San complies, and for extra precaution, Wooyoung has him hold the back of the chair's legs. Wooyoung hates how badly he can feel himself already deteriorating at the sight of San shirtless, sitting there in just his sweatpants, his head tipped back, smirking up at him. Wooyoung has a hard time tearing his eyes away.
He turns around so that San gets a clear look at his bottom while he reaches for his phone and starts his music. He takes one last deep breath to collect his spinning thoughts, then slips his hand into a shopping bag and pulls out a big, bright red bow, like the type you'd stick on a giant teddy bear.
He walks back over to San and moves to straddle his hips, facing away from him. He settles himself gently onto his lap, curving his spine in the hopes that his ass looks half as curvy as Hyolyn's did.
In a swift motion, he grabs the bottom of his sweatshirt with both hands and pulls it over his head. He wraps the bow around his waist and ties it neatly.
He can hear San let out a shaky breath.
"Ta-da!" Wooyoung says. He lowers his voice, pressing back against San. "I'm your present, Hyung..." he says slowly.
"I gathered that," San chuckles.
Wooyoung lifts himself slowly, careful in the way his body moves as he does, keenly aware of San's unwavering gaze on him. He presses his hands to one shoulder and takes a gentle walk around him. San leans his head back as far as possible when Wooyoiung walks behind him, practically breaking his neck.
He does as he remembers, taking his hand and snaking it down San's chest to his ribcage, then to the obvious boner straining in his pants.
San gasps.
"Happy birthday to you..." Wooyoung begins to sing, but not in the usual birthday version, his voice more taunting and sensual. He seats himself again, gingerly, running his hands down his own sides, over the silk of the bow and down to his hips, over the parts of his shorts where his ass is revealed, hanging out. He parts San's legs and adjusts himself accordingly, in perfect totem with his next activity: grinding.
"Happy birthday to you..." He slides his hands down to his thighs and starts a slow grind, rubbing back and forth against San's clothed cock, measured and precise.
"Fuck," San breathes out. "You're making this really hard, babe." Wooyoung can tell by the way San's cock goes from zero to a hundred, almost instantly.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Choi..." He continues his gyrating until he gets comfortable with it, then slowly builds in pace. He's making San wait for it, the moment he turns this from normal to entirely out-of-the-blue. His heart's pounding in his ears at the anxiousness of it all.
"Happy birthday..."Wooyoung hears the beat of the song pick up, and the timing couldn't be more perfect. "To you~" and with the last note, he spreads his legs as wide as possible and bends down so his hands find their way to the floor. He flips his hips so they're right in San's face, propped in the air, pretty and perky.
Then, with all the strength he has and all the lessons he's learned, starts to twerk.
"Oh my God," San says in a whisper, barely audible over the music. "Woo... shit, what the fuck, baby."
Wooyoung tries, as unwilling as he is, to drown out San's voice in concern that it might break him. So he continues on, letting the music fill his ears and lead his movements, spreading his legs even further to twerk directly onto San, taking his time to even shake it side to side for the added jiggle.
"Baby," San's voice is rough, deep. "You did all of this for me? Learn how to shake your ass for me?"
Wooyoung pushes up on his hands, which gives him less leverage, but when he goes to place his hands on his knees, his ass flares out, at the perfect angle that he knows San absorbing. He continues twerking, every so often interrupting himself back to a slow grind, moving his hips back and forth, hoping that it looks obscene and lewd. Each time he starts back up, he hears the shaky breath out of San's mouth and he loves it. But eventually, his thighs start to burn, and the sweat is making his hands slippery.
"Wooyoung," San breathes, "Fuck, I wanna touch you so bad, your ass is moving so good for me."
San has such a way with words, the kind that knocks Wooyoung right off his feet. He moans unconsciously, San's words, the tone in his voice going straight south. He's grinding now, harder, finding his own pleasure in the feeling of San's cock right underneath him. But he remembers there's still more to this and forces himself off of San to reach for the hem of his shorts.
"Yes, take them off, please," San begs as Wooyoung rolls them down enough to reveal the start of his lacey jockstrap. "Shit," he grunts.
He is slow to take them off, making sure to take his time as they travel down his legs, bending down dramatically to take them all the way off. He remembers his prep from early this morning, before San awoke, and can feel the cool breeze of the room pass over his lubed hole.
Once his shorts are off, he turns to San, scrambling at his sweatpants to pull them down just far enough for his beautiful cock to spring free and smack against his stomach. Wooyoung has half a brain to take it into his mouth now, choke on it like he usually does, like he loves to do. But he shakes his head, remembering all the work he's done since now, and straddles San, only this time facing forward. Just enough so that San's dick, although too thick to fit perfectly in-between Wooyoung's cheeks, is there anyways, finding solace.
"You like that?" Wooyoung teases, right before shaking his ass as best he can with San's large dick trapped in the middle, and when he does San's entire body goes tense. Deep groans after deep groans escape his lips, and Wooyoung feeds it into his mouth, their saliva intertwining immediately.
He starts twerking again, just little movements so he doesn't lose contact with San's dick, but his structure gets sloppier and sloppier the more his own needs push to the front. He feels his dick twitch each time his hips push back. He puts his hand up to his nipple and pinches, just to feel some sort of touch. It's becoming so difficult that he's alternating between bounce and grind, grinding more often than not so he had time to catch his breath.
"Wooyoung," San's voice is so ragged, so low. "I need to touch you now."
Wooyoung stays silent, just continuing his grinding, proud of himself for not stuttering or stopping.
"Baby," San's voice has a hint of a warning. Wooyoung leans back so they're not kissing anymore, and San looks completely wrecked. his hair is disheveled and sticking to his forehead, his knuckles are white from how harshly he's holding onto the chair, and his eyes are empty, only full of lust and hunger.
Wooyoung can't believe he did that.
He also can't believe how good San's holding up, how obedient he's being. But as soon as Wooyoung takes San's cock to rub against his hole, San has him lifted him his arms.
He brings them both to their bed, and lays back down, but this time his hands are all over Wooyoung, and now he's lost all free will. His feverishly hot hands come to the crease of Wooyoung's hips and pull him down, and the feeling of them has Wooyoung crying out, high-pitched and whiny.
"Fuck me," San says, demands, and Wooyoung, cause he can never tell him no, does just that. He places himself over the tip of his cock before rocking his hips down gently, until San's big cock is all the way inside of him.
San grabs one cheek with one hand and slaps the other cheek so hard that Wooyoung's going to be feeling it until tomorrow.
"Don't stop now, weren't just having fun a second ago? When I wasn't allowed to touch you?" San taunts. He slaps the same cheek again, and Wooyoung keens as he clenches down around him. "Move that ass for me. Go."
Wooyoung raises himself up to place his hands on San's chest, and tries his best to bounce, but he can feel how erratic it must be, how unstable. And it's not like San makes it easy for him, the constant grabbing of his ass to then dropping it to let it jiggle down, leaving pinpricks of pain everywhere. He slaps it nonstop, too, heat after heat right over his already burning ass, not easing up on the spanks until Wooyoung's begging.
He soothes his ass in slow circles. Wooyoung lies limply on top of him, muscles involuntarily twitching with each attempt to catch his breath and blink away the tears threatening to spill.
"You doing so good," San says, "I can't believe you did all of this for me. You know I can't keep my hands off of you after that, you know I couldn't baby. Seeing your ass move like that... I wish you would've done this sooner."
Wooyoung can only reply with a hum while he stuffs himself in the heat of San's neck. His head is starting to pound and he tries not the think about the ache of his ass, nor his embarrassingly throbbing cock, uncomfortably sitting within the bounds of tight fabric.
And then he's not thinking anymore, because San wraps his arms around his back and fucks him from underneath. Wooyoung's entire body shudders, the velocity of pleasure overwhelming, especially since he hasn't felt this good in ages — ages being maybe a week ago, but still.
"Fuck me, baby. Bounce for me." San says entirely too sweet, spreading Wooyoung's ass cheek to jam harsher inside. "If you move for me, I'll reward you, I promise," Wooyoung feels his lips on the side of his face, plastering warm, almost healing, kisses.
Wooyoung lets the recoil of San's last thrust overtake him, then he shifts his hips up and rocks down again, and from there, he sets pace.
"No, move that ass baby, bounce." Wooyoung whines in protest, but even then, he lifts himself up with the last bit of energy he has, steadies his hands on San's chest, and bounces away.
He's rode San's dick many of times, but even like this even now, he can feel his cheeks move in a way they haven't before. The sound of skin against skin sounds louder, even, reverberating through their room, almost louder than the music still playing.
"Good baby, like that." San coos. He ghosts a hand over Wooyoung's ass and every so often spanks against it, yet softer. He's biting his lip and looks completely fucked up, and Wooyoung was right at that edge until his hips are lifted up and placed right above San's face. "Come here, sit on me." And Wooyoung does, mostly cause it's a break, but also because he gets to sit on his boyfriend's mesmerizing face and feel his hot tongue inside of him.
San eats him out like he's never tasted anything more delicious than him. He slithers his tongue all around Wooyoung's rim before making sure to leave the sloppiest, loudest kisses to it. Wooyoung grips onto the headboard for support because otherwise he'll fall off the bed and tumble onto the floor, lifeless. But with every swipe of San's tongue comes the most obscene sound out of his mouth, and he can't seem to hold them back even if he tries.
San reaches up to grab Wooyoung's ass and spread it wide. With the immediate contact of San's tongue inside him, Wooyoung's entire body freezes. "I'm gonna come." Wooyoung barely lets out.
"Don't." San muffled, his mouth preoccupied. He doesn't let up, he doesn't hold back, and Wooyoung can swear he starts seeing stars. There's nothing but clouds in his head, reminding him that his ass is achingly-raw, his hole is incredibly wet, and he's leaking so much that it's seeping through his jockstrap. He thinks he might be crying too.
Then, with no warning, San lifts Wooyoung's hips to settle him back onto the bed. He stands and maneuvers Wooyoung's body like he weighs a feather. "Ass in the air. Now." Wooyoung kneels on his hands and knees and potions himself exactly where San wants him; ass in the air, spine curved.
San's hands come down to slap against Wooyoung's cheeks, jiggling it within his grasp. Wooyoung's so numb, that at this point, he barely lets out a squeak. "Shake your ass." And Wooyoung does, probably sloppy and slowly, but it moves, and if Wooyoung wasn't in the state that he's in now, he might've patted himself on the back for it.
But he has no time to dwell on it cause San sinks his cock entirely, and Wooyoung swears he's never been so full before.
All he can do is scream into the mattress, hands gripping onto the sheets for dear life, as San fucks him hard and deep, only once, then twice - and then stops.
"Twerk on my dick." San commands, slapping his ass.
It's an attempt, that's all Wooyoung can muster at the moment. He feels himself do a proper twerk once, and then the rest is completely out of his control. He can't tell if his ass is actually shaking or his mind is making up for what Wooyoung can no longer conjure up.
"Come on baby, keep going," San's warm hand digs into the creases of Wooyoung's hips. "Or do you want me to fuck for you, huh? Did Wooyoung get too tired to twerk on me? Doesn't he think he owes San an apology for not allowing him to be touched?" The sound of his hips smacking against Wooyoung's raw ass is almost louder than his words. Doesn't matter, cause Wooyoung heard him and sorry's after sorry's leave his lips, weak and faint.
He abruptly stops to push Wooyoung flat onto his stomach. He hovers above him, chest to back, and his knees lock Wooyoung's legs in between. When he thrust his cock back in, it feels different, good different, and his strokes seem to stimulate every part of his body, specifically his prostate. Wooyoung can't even moan, his mouth just slacks, not even air coming out.
"Feels so good that you have nothing to say anymore, hm?" San does this, he just teases Wooyoung with a slight pitch in his voice and it works every fucking time. The center of Wooyoung's stomach pools with heat so hot that it could melt the earth's core.
"Move baby, please just a little bit," Wooyoung whines, especially when Sans stops, but he does it anyway, because he never disobeys the love of his life. San grunts with each bounce of his ass, until San can't take it anymore and he's thrusting so hard that Wooyoung has zero seconds to warn him of his impending orgasm until he's already coming.
His entire body convulses until he hears ringing in his ears. Moments later, he feel San pull out and spill himself onto Wooyoung's ass, hot and sticky.
Wooyoung has no idea how much time has passed since he came back to his senses. He's still lying on his stomach, his entire body drenched in sweat and sore all over, but he feels San's hands kneading at his skin, followed by a feather of kisses against every bruise he knows San made. He gets so gentle after sex, even if it's a quickie or an all-night session, San seems to treat his body like it's made of glass. It makes Wooyoung chuckle, the drastic change in his behavior, from tossing him around like a ragdoll to wiping down his body.
San gives Wooyoung a tender kiss on the shoulder, then rests his head against it, sighing, exaggeratingly loud. It tickles Wooyoung's ear, and they both start chuckling together, in-sync and as natural as ever.
"I can't believe you learn to do that just for me," San whispers. "I close my eyes, and all I can see is your ass shaking. It feels like I'm dreaming." His hand traces the curve of Wooyoung's ass, and with one measle slap — still enough to make Wooyoung stir — San groans, a definite smile on his face. "Nope, definitely not dreaming."