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San didn’t often find himself in these moods, but when he did, they hit hard.
Work was too much lately. He missed the train this morning and was late to his doctor's appointment. The store was too busy for him to get groceries easily. Bills were more expensive this month. The yogurt he was looking forward to this morning expired. He slept on his back wrong so it was aching randomly. His boyfriend was too busy with his own job lately to reply to his texts as often as San would like.
Every inconvenience was slowly piling on top of him and threatening to drown his very existence. It would just be so easy to cave and let it float over him, wallowing in self pity as problems kept toppling over him.
But that wasn’t how life worked.
San was stronger than that and had a good support system. A few bad days were nothing in his life, and he knew that. He was lucky to be where he was.
But knowing that didn’t make it hurt less sometimes.
He shuffled through their apartment door, only a few seconds away from completely breaking down. He was fine, this was fine. San was about to enjoy a nice, warm dinner with his beautiful boyfriend and when he woke up tomorrow morning, he would feel infinitely better.
A small sniffle escaped him when his keys missed the hook and clattered to the ground loudly. He squeezed his eyes tightly as all the emotions suddenly threatened to boil over again.
Was he really crying over dropping his keys? Really?
Maybe.
“San-ah?” a sweet voice called out to him from further into the apartment.
He swallowed down his thick emotions, letting out a relaxing breath as he tried to calm down. Slowly, he took off his own coat and boots, letting the menial tasks distract his brain a little from the overwhelming awareness of his existence.
“I’m home,” he called back as cheerfully as he could, unlacing his boots. He shivered as he adjusted to the warmth inside, having just escaped the frigid cold of Seoul in the winter. Another reason he let himself feel miserable today: he hated the cold.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Wooyoung called back and San slowly made his way through the apartment.
Everything was okay. He was here in his lovely apartment with his lovely boyfriend. It was all going to be okay.
“I’m making kimchi jjigae,” his boyfriend smiled brightly as he turned around from the stove he was cooking at. The whole place smelled delicious with spicy scents wrapping around him. The comfort food sounded perfect right now. Somehow, Wooyoung always knew what he needed, even if San didn’t know himself.
His eyes traced Wooyoung’s figure, from the fluffy, knit sweater to the apron tied around his waist to the little raccoons embroidered on his socks. Somehow, San was lucky enough to come home to this everyday, and he still didn’t believe it.
How was he so lucky? How could he possibly feel miserable when he had Jung Wooyoung?
“I also have a movie ready for us while we eat,” his boyfriend kept chatting as he went back to stirring the stew. “It’s that cute little rom-com you mentioned wanting to watch, you know, with the actor you like? What’s his name? Whatever,” he waved his spoon around dismissively, glancing over his shoulder again. “I rented it for us to watch tonight. I figured a cozy, relaxing night would be good for us—San-ah?”
San choked back a sob as Wooyoung dropped what he was doing to sprint to his boyfriend when he noticed the first tear fall, wrapping him in his arms tightly. The taller relaxed in his hold, strong arms keeping him grounded. Weak sniffles tore out of him as he tried to keep it all together.
Nothing even happened, and he was here crying like a baby on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Really?
“San-ah,” Wooyoung cooed, long fingers parting through his hair gently, soothingly. The gentle touches only made San’s lip wobble more. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
He nodded weakly, but it clearly wasn’t very convincing. “I—,” he tried, throat threatening to close up from the amount of emotion he was feeling right now. “I’m happy, I swear.”
The loud sob and desperate clutch to Wooyoung’s sweater didn’t help his case.
Wooyoung just held him tighter and rocked them back and forth, letting San get it all out of his system. And it felt good, to just press close to his boyfriend, his comfort person, and just cry. To just openly feel a little miserable. To at least do something about all of the baggage he’s been carrying around recently.
“There you go,” Wooyoung soothed, leaving a gentle kiss on his temple while rubbing his back. “Let it out, you’re okay.”
He cried for what felt like hours, until his body was sapped of all energy. Slowly, when San’s body started to run out of tears to cry and his stress no longer felt like a giant stack of bricks threatening to collapse on top of him, he let out a heavy sigh and carefully pulled back from the embrace. A little more mindful of his emotions now. A little lighter.
Wooyoung’s eyes inspected his face, his puffy eyes and snotty nose and pouty lips. Those long fingers that combed his hair and rubbed his back came up to cradle his face, so tenderly and full of love. Checking every inch of his expression, to make sure he wasn’t missing a single thing.
“What’s going on?” he asked again.
San grabbed his wrists to rub them soothingly. “I just—I’m—,” he swallowed and collected his thoughts. “I’ve just been a little stressed lately, and today was awful. And I was so ready to come home and mope around but then you—this and—this is really nice.” He hiccuped out another sob as his eyes threatened to water all over again. “I’m just happy right now, but I have too many emotions all scrambled around so I—I don’t know.”
His boyfriend gave him a sappy smile, thumb drying off his salty cheeks.
“Oh baby,” Wooyoung sighed, while his hands fixed up San’s appearance. “Do you wanna talk about it? About what’s making you so stressed?”
San thought about it, but shook his head. He left a gentle kiss on one of Wooyoung’s thumbs, trying to repay some of his kind touches. Wooyoung would understand that he needed time to settle and collect himself before talking about everything. He just had to get it out first.
“Everything’s been a bit too much recently, hasn’t it?”
San nodded again, eyes springing up with new tears as he let himself be tugged toward the couch. He hardly noticed when was bundled up in a blanket with Wooyoung cuddling up next to him. He was just so focused on not crying again.
“Are words hard right now?” His boyfriend asked while rubbing his arm comfortingly. San nodded again, he was so tired of talking. Of having to say why he felt the emotions he did. The idea of reciting everything that’s been bothering him felt exhausting. All he had the strength to do was to feel the emotions.
“That’s okay,” Wooyoung spoke softly, tucking him in nicely to keep him warm. “You don’t have to say anything. Is it one of those moods?”
Wooyoung was no stranger to his boyfriend, not in any way. They knew everything about each other, to their deepest self possible. He knew what San needed when he got like this. Because San secretly craved to let go, to free himself from the overbearing thoughts and current reality he found himself in.
He wanted to dive so deeply into a space where he could simply relax and be taken care of and be taken apart by his boyfriend, by someone he loved and trusted. A space only the two of them knew, where San could disappear as long as he needed to, without any worries or stress. Just pleasure.
And Wooyoung would always be there to guide him.
San nodded, glassy eyes looking deep into Wooyoung’s. To convey his sincerity, his trust.
Wooyoung smiled. “Let’s get some food in you first, okay? Can you show me our signal for okay?”
San reached his heavy arm over to Wooyoung’s hand, trapping them both below the fluffy blanket. He tapped the back of Wooyoung’s hand twice. A sign that he would definitely like some of the mouthwatering stew he was smelling.
“Good boy,” Wooyoung praised as he left a firm kiss on San’s forehead. “So perfect for me. I’ll get us dinner, and then we can talk more, okay? I’ll be right back.”
San nodded and even though he could still see his boyfriend as he padded around the kitchen to prepare them their food, his body still ached at the distance. So badly, his body always craved him. It always did, like it was the only thing he would ever know.
Soon enough, Wooyoung returned with two steaming bowls of stew and set them on the coffee table. San’s brain, currently a heap of mush after the good cry he had, slowly processed the other sitting against him and carefully lifting spoonfuls to his mouth.
Wooyoung blew on each bite first, cooling it before lifting it to San, one hand underneath to catch any potential spills. He hummed as he tasted it, smiling at the taste but he already knew his boyfriend’s cooking was the best. The stew was warm and just slightly spicy, warming him up quickly. It was perfect.
“Good?” Wooyoung asked, feeding him another bite full of pork belly. San nodded earnestly, practically devouring each bite. It was like the food really was healing him with each bite. So savory and flavorful.
All of his thoughts rewired to simply focus on opening his mouth each time for his next spoonful, while his eyes found themselves busy taking in every part of his considerate boyfriend. His thick brows, the freckle under his eye, his strong nose, his sharp jawline. He was perfect.
“Open up,” Wooyoung reminded him, mumbling an automatic ‘good job’ when San did as he was told.
It took him too long to notice, but he made a pathetic noise and pulled back when Wooyoung brought him his next bite, finally noticing that the other hadn’t had a single bite of his own food. He was too busy feeding him.
“Hm?” Wooyoung paused, spoon coming back down. “Full?”
San shook his head, eyes drifting over to the untouched bowl of stew on the coffee table. Wooyoung tracked his eyes and cracked a smile when he realized why his loving boyfriend was being stubborn suddenly.
“Don’t worry love, I’ll eat after you’re done,” he promised. San pouted more, unhappy with that answer.
Wooyoung sighed. “Let me take care of you first, please?” When San didn’t move, he finally relented and carefully brought the scoop of stew to his own lips, tasting it carefully.
“Is that better?” he asked, taking another bite and licking his lips dramatically. San smiled and nodded, knowing his boyfriend was also on his way to being happy and well-fed now. The other alternated bites between the two of them, until San’s bowl was drained.
Once his stomach was full, and his limbs were jelly from how relaxed he was, Wooyoung cuddled against him to finish up his own dinner. San liked this, being near him, but he was also craving something else right now, now that his physical appetite had been satisfied. He needed a place smaller and lower, where he could be so little that the big responsibilities he had couldn’t reach him.
Thankfully, they both knew what the other needed at this point, so San didn’t have to find the energy to ask, because it was too much sometimes when his words felt like a thousand pounds. Carefully, San slipped off of the couch and onto his knees, resting his cheek on Wooyoung’s strong thigh.
It was a comforting position to him, as uncomfortable as it sounded. There was something so intimate about putting himself in such a submissive position that made his brain start to fizzle out positively, where he could simply just exist. And do nothing more, because he didn’t have to. Wooyoung would always take care of him.
Gentle fingers brushed his hair as Wooyoung finished his food, letting San rest comfortably. The plush of his cheek squished against his thigh, giving him such a pouty and soft look. His sharp eyes appeared rounder, more tender as they stared up at Wooyoung longingly.
He wasn’t bothered by the watching. It’s just how San was in these moments. He continued eating, watching like he could physically see the stress rolling off of San as his mind started to give him a much needed break.
San wasn’t sure how long he sat like that. At some point, a pillow had appeared beneath his legs, likely from his boyfriend. All he knew was that he liked sitting like this, and he loved watching Wooyoung exist without really having to watch him. Like he was seeing, but not processing. It was nice, and easy.
Those negative thoughts from earlier were hard to grasp onto now. They still lingered in his mind, taunting him, trying to remind him why he was so bothered earlier and how he had so much to do. But they felt slippery, evasive. Like San didn’t have the energy to try to catch them anymore, so why did it matter?
“Feeling better, love?” Wooyoung’s voice broke the surface tension of his thoughts, making San blink back into recognition. His hand was petting the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there. San breathed out a deep breath of contentment.
He tapped Wooyoung’s ankle twice, arms too tired to lift further.
“Yeah?” Wooyoung asked again. “Are you starting to go down?” Two taps. “Did you want to stay here, or move to the bedroom?”
San found it in himself to mumble, “movie night…,” knowing his taps wouldn’t convey that.
Wooyoung studied him after his answer. “Hm. Why don’t I turn on something we’ve already seen, so you don’t have to focus on it, hm?” he offered, but San just frowned slightly.
Wooyoung had rented them the movie he wanted to watch, and San’s bad day was throwing it off. Maybe he should just try and power through this so Wooyoung could at least watch it, he’s already done so much for San tonight and he didn’t need this adding to—
“Stop that.” A light tap to San’s nose broke his spiraling thoughts. “Stop thinking so much.”
San frowned. That’s what he was trying to do but—
“We can watch the movie either later tonight, or tomorrow, okay? I’d rather spend time with you like this anyway,” Wooyoung coaxed. “You want to get out of your head tonight, don’t you?”
San thought about lying—about saying he was fine and sitting up and continuing with their movie night and shoving his feelings down. But if he did that, Wooyoungie would definitely be disappointed in him, and he didn’t want that.
So he tapped his ankle twice instead. He did kind of want it, really badly. He wanted to let Wooyoung take him down, far away from those mean thoughts in his head.
“Mmm, good boy,” he purred, the fingers on his nape a little more firm now. “You just sit there and let go of anything in that pretty little head of yours, alright?”
San nodded, smiling up at him dopily. He could feel his eyes getting heavy, but not out of tiredness. He simply wanted to daze off, unfocusing them and letting his thoughts that entered his mind just float right on out. Just like Wooyoungie said.
He heard something start playing in the background, and Wooyoung shuffled around a bit to get comfortable and wrap the blanket around San’s shoulders again, but he wasn’t really paying attention to anything besides feeling here and now.
The strong muscles of the thigh beneath his cheek. The soft pillow under his legs. Small touches that kept him grounded as he sank lower and lower into that familiar space. A brush over his ear, fingers carding through his hair, fingers tracing his nose. Just enough to keep him floaty, but still here. Awake enough. Reminded. But far enough away to be comfortable.
Wooyoung would be lying if he said he was watching whatever was playing on the screen. It was at a low enough volume that it was mostly white noise at this point, and he couldn’t recall what he even turned on. Something they’ve seen before, something mindless. It was mostly for the sake of a routine, for San to get comfortable.
He watched his precious boyfriend slump against him. His unfocused eyes and content smile. His soft breath against his leg and the way his fingers traced small hearts into the skin of Wooyoung’s ankle mindlessly. He wasn’t even sure if San knew he was doing that. This would always be more rewarding than any show, and part of his duty as a good dom. Keeping an eye on his sub for anything that could ruin this fragile state of mind.
He wouldn’t let anything happen to San, no matter how far he needed to go tonight.
And what a lovely sub San made. It was surprising when they first started dating, sure, learning that this built, confident man loved to be taken down and completely at Wooyoung’s mercy. But he loved it, having that level of trust, being able to take care of him. It made him feel strong and protective and necessary, every time San begged on his cock or blinked up at him with glassy eyes as his mouth was stuffed full, or even when San just needed days like this. Ways to get out of his own head, with someone to help guide him and hold him tight.
Knowing only he could make San feel that good, and give him exactly what he wants. It was intoxicating.
That’s why he couldn’t help but subtly worship his gorgeous sub, tracing his perfect profile and feeling his soft hair beneath his finger tips. He would spend all day just touching him and placing kisses all over his beautiful physique that defies imperfection.
He tickled San’s lashes just to see his hazy eyes flutter a little, looking up at him with the biggest, most doe-eyes he’s ever seen. It made his heart threaten to burst out of his chest at the same time he wanted to sink his claws into the man and show him a pleasure he’s never felt before.
San blinked a few times before smiling and shifting closer, sliding in between Wooyoung’s legs now. His chin rested at the top of his thighs, that warm breath casting over Wooyoung’s already stiffening cock.
“You naughty thing,” he teased softly, smiling down at him as he tucked San’s hair behind his ear. “Are you trying to start something tonight, is that your plan?”
He felt two taps against his ankle, and then two more taps in a double reassurance. Wooyoung snickered at his eager boyfriend. He wasn’t expecting this tonight, but he definitely wasn’t opposed.
“I just wanna make sure we’re on the same page,” he explained, tracing shapes over the curve of San’s neck. Oh, how he would love to hold it tight as he brought San to the edge of pleasure over and over again, endlessly until he was begging for mercy. “Show me our signal if you want to stop at any point.”
San pinched his ankle lightly to prove he remembered the signal, but started nuzzling against Wooyoung’s crotch impatiently anyway. He just let the sub do as he please, rubbing his face against it and pressing kisses to the fabric that was starting to tent.
Wooyoung only showed him mercy when San began to get frustrated with his inability to undress the dom with just his mouth, tugging on the sweatpants with his teeth uselessly. He carefully untucked himself from his underwear and sweats and sighed at the relief.
San immediately narrowed in on the exposed skin, ghosting his wet lips up and down the hot shaft. Wooyoung bit his bottom lip to keep his noises at bay, because this wasn’t about him tonight. He would let his sub explore and tease and take exactly what he wanted tonight, no complaints.
And San absolutely intended to make good on that.
Not a single thought floated around his head as he pressed chaste kisses on the throbbing vein on the underneath of his cock all the way down to his balls. His small tongue licked up the soft skin, saving the taste and feel to memory. It was the only thing he wanted to think about right now, the shape and flavor of Wooyoung.
He moaned softly as he closed his eyes, sinking into addictive the act of giving.
San’s mouth wrapped around the shaft, suckling softly before pulling off and finding somewhere else to reattach. Every inch of his cock was given careful attention, causing it to firm up more under his touch and watching it shimmer from all the saliva coating it. Another whine mixed with a moan cascaded out of his throat as he tasted the first drop of precum dribble out of his slit, licking it up quickly as his instincts demanded him to find more.
Wooyoung’s held-back moans and sharp intakes of breath were music to his ears, the sounds making him feel high and fuzzy. He wrapped his mouth around the head and suckled like he was really trying to drink up everything Wooyoung could give him. A groan tore out of him when another dribble of salty liquid hit his tongue, his own body rutting forward on instinct.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he slowly sank down further on the thick cock, his hands clutching onto the calves of Wooyoungie’s sweats for stability as he forced his mouth and throat to relax for the large intrusion.
And fuck, it always fit so well.
San would’ve sworn that Wooyoungie’s cock was crafted just for him, or maybe his own holes were built to perfectly take him. Either way, it was a perfect fit every time. The way the tip of his cock barely brushed the back of his throat, forcing him to keep his gag reflex down; it was driving him mad with lust.
Another whine tore out of him at this thought, his body shifting with impatience as fresh tears rolled down his face. Quickly, he tapped Woo’s ankle twice to let him know he was okay, the tears were good this time. He was just so desperate yet exactly where he wanted to be. Physical contact was great, but this was heaven.
With a deep breath in through his nose, he allowed himself to relax, carefully laying his head back down. Wooyoung’s finger traced where they were connected, where his cock was spreading his lips lewdly. He traced the spit around his mouth, admiring the debauched view.
If all of his time was spent here, San would honestly die happy. His eyes kept rolling back, threatening to close with how content he was. Heavy cock in his mouth, drool cascading down his chin, his boyfriend sighing in pleasure above him. It was perfect.
This was what he was meant to do, truly. Nothing else could give him peace like this could. Like putting all of his trust in his boyfriend’s hands and just letting go. Giving into his simple desires.
The tears didn’t stop, but they were good ones anyway. Emotions, good this time, flowed out of him, adding to the mess on his face. Was it possible to cry because of how perfect he felt in this moment, in this position? Because he absolutely was.
Wooyoung thought if only San could see how fucked out he already looked, and all he had done so far was cockwarm him. Those soft cheeks burned red and were covered in dried tears, while his puffy lips dripped with saliva. And his fucking eyes, all teary and staring up at him with such devotion.
He couldn’t help it, the small thrust his hips automatically gave when admiring his sub. But it didn’t seem like San minded when his eyes fluttered close and he leaned in to take more.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You really are perfect, aren’t you?”
Wooyoung fought down the urge to hold his head still and fuck into him with abandon, worsening the mess on his already wrecked face. God, what he would give to hear the smacking of his own dick against San’s lips and the whiny noises he just knew his boyfriend would make as he took it all.
“Shit,” he cursed again at the image, fighting down every urge by squeezing his fingers deep into the pillow next to him. No, he would behave. He would let San set the pace tonight, and if he wanted to cockwarm him for hours, well, Wooyoung wouldn’t be the one to complain.
San shuffled as close as he could get, keeping Wooyoung as far inside of him as he could possibly be before his mind started to turn to molasses. He blinked a few times before deciding to just give all the way in, closing his eyes and letting himself drift away.
Right now, nothing else mattered. And it didn't have to.
He was being good, he was making Wooyoungie feel good. This was what he was supposed to do. And the heavy weight of the thick cock in his mouth reminded him of his self-imposed place. There was no other responsibility he had, nothing else to do. Just this.
His breathing evened out as his eyes closed for periods so long at times he wondered if he was sleeping. It certainly felt like it with how quiet his head was, like his brain just turned off. Every time he opened them again, he shifted and felt the hard press of the erection in his mouth, and he whined when he remembered why his pants were so tight and why his blood was coursing with fire in his veins.
Such a cycle, and a dangerous one at that. Constantly being reminded of his submission, drifting between consciousness and bliss. Time refused to pass in his mind, he wondered if it had been only a few minutes or several hours every time he roused, but he didn't care either way. As long as he got to stay like this.
One of the times he came back to, his eyes barely cracking open, his consciousness pushed to the front of his brain, trying to break past the syrupy barrier clouding his mind. Soft noises filled his ears and he was suddenly aware of the stiffness of his legs. He groaned lightly, and a gentle hand lifted his jaw back, his mouth suddenly empty.
On instinct, he whined, his eyes still unfocused but his mouth seeking out that reassuring fullness he was missing. He needed it, he missed it, he needed to be touching him, he wanted it back so badly—
“Hey, hey,” a voice whispered above him. “Shh, you’re okay. You’re alright.”
Something smaller pressed against his mouth and he eagerly parted his lips to accept whatever it was. He hummed as he closed his mouth around two fingers, licking at them like he was starved.
“There you go,” Wooyoungie comforted him. “You just need something to fill your mouth, don’t you?”
San nodded, not really hearing the question, but reacting to the familiarity of the voice floating around him. He would recognize that drawl and the shape and taste of the long fingers in his mouth anywhere. Home, comfort, safe.
Those fingers pulled back to threaten to leave him again, so he chased after them, swallowing them back down nervously. He couldn’t be empty again. He didn't want to be left alone.
San whined when those same fingers realized what he wanted, so they pushed back against him further, teasing his throat as he swirled his tongue around the thick knuckles. He let the fingers explore his mouth, tracing his teeth and pressing on his overly-excited tongue. Fucking in and out, occasionally painting his open lips with the endless spit dripping everywhere. Pulling at his glossy, puffy lips and then pressing right back into his waiting warmth to see how far he could get.
San sat obediently and let his mouth be toyed with. He liked it, being explored and being well-behaved. Being Wooyoungie's.
“Can you come back to me for a minute, baby?”
San whined, not listening to the words being said. He used all of his energy to wrap his own fingers around Wooyoungie’s wrist, keeping him inside his mouth greedily. He explored the digits with his wet tongue lazily.
“Sannie, don’t be bad now.”
He closed his eyes and whined.
Bad. He wasn’t bad.
He couldn’t be, he wanted to be so, so good. He wasn’t being bad, how could he be when he was sitting here so politely, swallowing down his dom’s fingers like they were his only purpose—
He yelped when those same fingers hooked onto his jaw and tugged, keeping his mouth wide open.
San’s eyes shot open and glanced up, staring into Wooyoung’s passive expression. His gaze was so intense, but not mean, reading everything in San’s mind with one look. Sorting him out, seeing where he was at.
Seeing how far gone he was already.
“San-ah,” he warned again, and all the other could do was whine loudly and shuffle on the floor uncomfortably, pressing closer.
“Are you with me baby?” Wooyoung asked again, gently.
San nodded as well as he could with his mouth still being held, before Wooyoung released his hold to cup his jaw gently, and keep his face turned up towards him. San blinked up at him slowly. He smiled lazily.
“You were out for a while weren’t you—hey, stop that,” he chided as San tried to subtly turn his head and press loving kisses against Wooyoung’s palm and start to lap at the pad of his thumb.
San frowned and stopped, but focused on the gorgeous man above him.
“There you go, you’re such a sweet thing.” A thumb rubbed against his cheek softly. “Such a good boy, always trying to treat me, aren’t you?” San nodded dreamily at him. It’s true.
“You were out for a while baby,” Woo continued. “Do you wanna keep going, or come back up?”
What did he want? San frowned at the lack of an easy answer, but Wooyoung immediately understood and redirected.
“Sorry baby, let me try again. Two taps if you want to go further, one tap if you wanna come back up, and we can go cuddle in bed.”
San quickly tapped twice on his calf, massaging the muscle afterwards. Wooyoung smiled down at him. Anything to stay like this.
“You’re always so eager to please, aren’t you?” San just nodded. “Well come up here baby, let me make you feel good. Let me get you out of your head tonight.”
On limbs that felt like lead, and with a lot of Wooyoung’s help, he found himself excitedly laying back along the length of the couch, his pretty boyfriend resting between his parted legs. He would be embarrassed, should be embarrassed, about how worked up he was, his cock straining against his jeans prominently.
But he couldn’t care much longer, not when Wooyoung’s hands were gently undressing him, relieving him finally. His pants slid off and he was quickly sat up to have his shirt removed, his stomach doing swoops at the casual display of Wooyoung’s strength. As he practically tossed him around like a doll, moving him exactly how he wanted.
“Okay baby,” Wooyoung started, rubbing his hands on San’s thighs, not close enough to where he wanted him most. He shifted eagerly, trying to relieve some tension as his cock sat flushed and dripping on his own stomach. Pathetic, but he didn’t care. He would be taken care of.
“I need you to keep hold of my left hand the whole time, okay?” Wooyoung interweaved their fingers. “Show me the signals, one squeeze for stop and two squeezes for go.”
San did just that, and felt his autonomy gradually leaving his body with every exhale. They always checked their signals first, for reassurance. To make sure San was still consenting to everything no matter how far into subspace he went.
But it was also his lifeline. So that he could sink as far as he needed, and still have a rope back up at any time. Wooyoung’s hand was his anchor and savior. It was more than just for consent; it was a display of a trust he gave with his entire being. A safe passage back.
“If you let go at any point, I stop,” Woo reminded him, trying to warm up the lube in his hand. He pumped a small amount on his fingers before returning his attention back to his gorgeous sub, laid bare for him physically and mentally.
“Drop as far as you need, baby. I’ll be here for you the whole time.”
San nodded, and his body gave into the words immediately, going boneless as Wooyoung began opening him up. Every touch was purposeful and euphoric, making him moan with no care for anyone else but Wooyoung’s ears. His whole body recognized every feeling, and maybe that’s why he was reacting so abashedly. His instincts needed his dom to hear how good he felt, and he literally couldn’t help it.
One finger became two, with Wooyoung working slowly and torturously, making sure to take his time and be gentle. But it felt too quick at the same time. San wanted to spend forever here, legs tensing as he was spread open, Wooyoung holding him safely like a comforting weight that wouldn’t ever leave him. Physically connected as close as they could possibly be.
He groaned as those tricky fingers pressed against his prostate, sending an electric shock up his spine, turning up the flame inside of him. His legs shook with every mean press against it.
“Look at you,” Wooyoung sighed. “You look so beautiful.” His fingers slowed, letting San hear and feel every praise he spoke about him.
“So handsome and so lovely. And you give yourself up to me so well,” he continued softly, looking down at him with such want in his eyes. “Fuck, you’re a dream.”
San moaned, eyes rolling back at a particularly firm press into his sensitive spot with the seductive words.
He could sense Wooyoung feeling his own desire to praise him, wanting to give more to San. To carve the words into him, to make him feel them forever.
“You’re breathtaking,” he gasped, a third finger sliding in without a hint of a burn. “Your face, your body, shit, your voice. Just you. All of you. Fuck, Sannie, fuck.”
Wooyoung bit his lip as his hand gently pulled out, silencing San’s complaints with a filthy kiss. It was all passion and no finesse, just the raw craving to melt their lips together and breathe in the same air. He bit and tugged on San’s already ruined lips, the sub just going limp in his hold and trying to keep up with his pace to no luck.
The sounds were sloppy and loud, but Wooyoung didn’t care. San certainly didn’t. He groaned as a tongue forced its way inside, licking into his mouth and pulling embarrassing noises out of him. Wooyoung couldn’t get enough, he needed more, and all San could do was go lax beneath him, letting his dom take what he wanted. Or rather give what he knew San needed. Messy noises filled his ears as Wooyoung explored his mouth, conveying his own trust to San, as he laid there accepting it.
But Wooyoung pulled back, San’s lips following his still craving more, but he just pressed their foreheads together as he caught his breath.
“Are you ready baby?” San squeezed his hand twice in reply.
Wooyoung used the leftover lube on his hand to slick himself up, and he bit his lip as he lined them up, not caring to drag this out any longer before he lost his mind. He tapped the head against San’s loose hole a few times just to see the sub squirm desperately.
Fuck. There really weren’t many sights that got him worked up faster than that.
San’s mouth dropped open in a silent plea as he felt Wooyoung enter him, his body pliant and willing to open for him. With no resistance, the dom gently pushed all the way in, locking their hips together. San's strong legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.
“Ah, ahh,” San whined, head thrown back so the ridges of his throat were on a grand display. Wooyoung had to agree, he was so fucking pent up and little noises kept escaping him too at the way San felt around him. He leaned down to leave gentle kisses, that he wished were bites, on San’s soft, exposed skin. On his strong shoulders, the beautiful freckles on his neck, his full chest.
It was perfect. San never felt more complete than when he felt Wooyoung like this. He knew it was so; he was meant to be like this, stuffed full of him. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together.
He used his free hand to rub his stomach, imagining how Wooyoung was sitting deep inside of him, opening up a space just for him. San wished he could stay like this forever; just comfortably on his dick, or even cockwarming him at least. He would do it too, in a heartbeat.
“There you go,” Woo praised against his throat, sighing heavily, giving a slight roll of his hips. “There you go, baby. Look at you, taking me so well. I'm all the way in you, baby.”
San could only whine at the words, bucking his hips a little to get some friction. He was going insane, and he needed more. He needed Wooyoung fucking into him so well that only pleasure was coursing through him.
Wooyoung couldn’t help but oblige—he pulled his hips back carefully and pressed them back in firmly. Not slamming into the tight hole like he wished he could, but using all of his strength to get deep, to show San new places and desires only he could get to.
“You’re so full, look at you. How do you even fit all of me? I hardly have anywhere to go in your tight hole.”
A trembling moan ripped out of San’s chest, and the noise alone caused Wooyoung to break. Grabbing San’s waist for support, he didn’t hold back anymore as he gave everything he could to his beautiful sub.
The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against each other rang out, with San freely crying out at each hit. Wooyoung built the pace strategically; just enough to get them both worked up, but not enough to send them there too fast. A perfect, pleasurable limbo they could navigate together.
“Good boy,” San heard as his eyes clenched closed. “Such a good boy.”
His wobbly lip moaned at the praise, feeling how much Wooyoungie meant it. Promising it with every puncture of his cock inside of him, with every exact thrust right into his prostate. Aiming specifically to please him.
And pleased he was. It was all he could process, all he could think about. Was how well Wooyoung’s cock was stretching him apart, how every thrust had him shaking deliriously. There was literally not another thought in his mind.
Wooyoung huffed above him, San opening his eyes slightly just to take in the sight. His tan skin glistened with sweat as he focused entirely on making sure every press in was aimed perfectly, biting his lips as he forced down his own pleasure for his sub’s first. The long hair that framed his face as he groaned, veins all along his body flexing with every movement.
San could stare at forever, and maybe he would.
“So tight, shit,” his dom cursed, thrusting harder. Pleading moans poured out of San, little ‘ ah ah ah’ s with every thrust. Everything around him was Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung. Harder, faster, Wooyoung.
He was getting drunk off of the feeling of just his partner in him, around him, all over him. It was so much so fast, but it didn’t feel like it would hit soon enough at all. Everything was building and he knew when it snapped—then he would be exactly where he needed to be.
His stomach jumped at the thought of that, his desire building quicker than he planned. But for now, he wanted to be present with Wooyoungie.
An involuntarily loud whine brought this to Wooyoung’s attention, who smirked at him without losing pace.
“Yeah?” he asked breathlessly. “Feelin' good, baby?”
San couldn’t even respond—he didn’t know where his voice went or his ability to think. Everything he knew right now was Wooyoung’s cock. Even his own orgasm seemed second to just the sensation of his dom.
How he was running right to that edge so fast, and he didn’t want to slow down.
Please, he wanted to beg, the only word that could form in his mind but not leave his mouth. Please, please please please.
“I’ve got you baby,” his dom reassured. “Whenever you want, go ahead.”
San cried out as Wooyoung increased his pace, moving the hand on his waist to grip the back of his muscular thigh and press it against his chest, folding him in half.
His eyes rolled back as he felt him so much deeper, that cock inside of him pressing further and faster and harder. It was animalistic at this point, how badly he wanted Wooyoung to destroy him.
“That’s right,” Wooyoung panted, losing himself too. “Only I can make you feel like this, right baby?”
“Woo…” he cried out, voice barely working around all of his whines and moans. It was so sultry and wild, making Wooyoung tumble towards that same edge just as quickly. San’s hand came up to hold onto the strong abs of the dom fucking into him, feeling the powerful muscles move under his fingertips.
“Come on,” Wooyoung coaxed, letting go of San’s thigh to grab his cock that sat useless the whole time. He cried louder as the large hand started pumping him in time with his relentless pace.
“Won’t you cum for me? Be a good boy for me.”
And maybe San really was screwed, because that did it for him. He didn’t know if it was the permission; or the fact that his body willingly belonged to Wooyoung, but he knew that just as soon as he left a gentle kiss to Woo’s hand that was still locked in his own, his whole body pulled tight and snapped apart.
The reaction was intense and all consuming; his eyes rolling back and his back bowing, hardly feeling the cum splattering on his own chest as fireworks lit up everywhere inside of him. His release felt like a dam finally breaking, drowning him in ecstasy. His body shook as the pleasure felt overwhelming in the best way possible.
Nothing stopped him from going limp, his mind finally drifting away for good. His eyes fluttered closed as his body shook with the aftershocks of delayed pleasure, tiny whimpers being pulled out of his mouth as his high slowly crested.
It was so good. He felt so good.
His whole body was relaxed as his brain practically melted, turning off finally, not even processing the pleasure his dom was still giving to him. All he could do was dreamily look up at Wooyoung, at the way he was furrowing his brow. At his plush lip that he was biting down on to hold back his noises, his own eyes rolling back every so often when he just couldn't help it.
He let go, he let himself take it and enjoy it.
“Sannie,” Wooyoung cried out desperately, hips working faster as he almost sobbed with how close he was. The other was so tight and so pliant. And seeing him orgasm that hard…
“Fuck, fuck—”
Curses flew out of his mouth and his hand grasped onto San’s thin waist roughly as his own orgasm rocked through him, his cum filling the other up. He felt like he genuinely exploded, so tense and finally giving San everything he had in him, body shaking with pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips still stuttering. “God, fuck.”
His labored breathing caught up to him as he came down from his high, loving gazing at the sub below him.
San’s dark eyes were closed, a blissful expression on his face. He wasn’t sure if that orgasm had knocked the sub into sleep or not, but it looked like it might have. His large chest rose and fell steadily, but when Wooyoung brushed a stray hair off of his forehead, he learned that the other was awake as his lips sought out reassuring touches and tried to leave gentle kisses on his hand.
“Oh, you’re so fucked out, baby,” he said aloud as San vacantly sucked the finger into his mouth, holding it there obediently. “Completely gone, huh?”
San just whined, sucking on Wooyoung needily. Their bodies were sweaty and gross, not to mention the cum stuck between them, but his mind reeled when he felt San’s still hard cock rutting against his leg mindlessly.
“Oh, you poor thing…” Wooyoung sighed, jostling them slightly to lay down with San without pulling all the way out yet. He could already imagine how that would make the sub feel, and he absolutely did not want him to drop. “You’re never satisfied with just one, are you?”
Shiny tears made their way down San’s cheeks again as he kept chasing that pleasure mindlessly, only acting on his simple desire to get off again. While Wooyoung tried to keep his engagement during his time while he was down to a minimum, he figured a little help might take San exactly where he wanted. He didn’t want San rubbing himself raw trying to get off on Wooyoung’s hip, either.
A small cry tumbled out when the finger left his mouth as Wooyoung used some of the sticky cum on their bellies to wrap his hand around San’s hard dick. He pumped it at a moderate pace, trying to gauge where San’s levels of sensitivity were at, but when the other whined and started fucking into his hand, he realized just how desperate the other was.
“Does that feel better?” Wooyoung asked, not expecting an answer. San simply grinded into the tight hold, his mouth finding a place on Woo’s collarbone, where he promptly latched on with his lips and teeth. He was all but crying, trying to get off just one last time.
“Cum again for me, sweet thing,” he persuaded, whispering in his ear as he tugged on the lobe. San whimpered and his hips sped up, but if it was from his words or the actions, Wooyoung would never know.
San would do anything the other asked of him right now, honestly. He felt like his body was Wooyoung's to control, and he liked that. He didn't have to bother with thinking for himself. Wooyoung would do it for him. So if he wanted San to cum, he absolutely would.
Wooyoungie knew what was best. He had to be good. He whimpered as his pace increased, trying harder. He had to cum.
“That’s it, let it out, take what you need.”
San was moving wildly at this point, chasing his high with an innate need to comply, and with a gentle, singular squeeze of Wooyoung’s hand, he finally reached his breaking point.
Wooyoung watched as his eyes rolled back, his mouth dropping open in a high whine as his whole body shook while a small amount of cum flooded his hand. The scene was so filthy, and he wished he could have the image of San cumming burned onto the back of his eyelids forever.
“Good boy, my good boy,” he praised as he watched San’s chest rise and fall quickly, and his eyes flutter closed immediately. His body twitched with the aftershocks.
He was so deep this time, and had completely sunk. San's clouded eyes watched Wooyoung shuffle around, but he wasn't really seeing. All he could feel were the endorphins rushing through him from his previous orgasms, and his body's natural calmness from the trust he had in his situation.
No thoughts. No worries. Just floating. Just Wooyoung.
Good. He was good.
A small smile cracked on his blissed out face, and Wooyoung felt a tug of relief at the state of his sub. How content he looked, his brain exactly where he wanted it to be. Wooyoung left a soft kiss on his lips, but quickly pulled back when San tried to deepen it.
"That's okay, love, you just relax for me, okay?" He got no response in return, but San's relaxed body was enough for him. Wooyoung slowly pulled out, grimacing at the mess on their couch before getting to work on his aftercare as every dom should, letting his mindless sub enjoy the bliss for as long as he possibly could.
— ♡ —
When San finally came to again, sleepy and cozy and warm, he frowned.
Soft blankets wrapped around him, and when he shuffled, he heard a pained ‘ oof’ before he realized he was leaning against Wooyoung and had promptly elbowed his ribcage. Both were still naked, but he didn’t feel sweaty or gross anymore.
“Nghh?” he tried to ask, but his throat wasn’t working yet. He sat up slightly, propping himself up and off of Woo’s bare chest as he blinked awake. The lights were dim and soft music was playing from their speaker.
“Look who's awake,” Wooyoung teased, setting his phone down and handing San a bottle of water that he downed in a second.
“Ah,” he gasped as he refreshed his throat. “How… how long was I asleep?”
Wooyoung snickered at the hairs that stuck up wildly from his nap, brushing them back down, even though it was a useless battle.
“Well, the better question would be how long were you in subspace for?” he teased.
“Huh?” he processed, staring. “How long??”
Wooyoung pulled San back to his chest, running his hand up and down his muscular arm.
“Hm, maybe half an hour? You were really deep, and then you dozed off. Slept for about an hour, maybe less?”
“Oh.” He had never been down for that long, not without slowly coming back up all the way, completely awake. This scene had completely wrecked him.
It was exactly what he needed. None of the worries he had earlier weighted him down anymore.
“Did we…?”
Wooyoung shook his head. “We only went one round. I didn’t want to do more if we didn’t discuss it first. I helped you finish your second one, and then just kept you company while you were down.”
“Only one round? Damn.” San hummed against the warm skin. “I would’ve been okay if you did— Ow! Hey!”
“I said unless we discussed it first, not after,” he chided. San rolled his eyes, what a stupid, good dom he had.
The two sat and breathed in time with each other, warm in their embrace. San’s previously tense body felt like jelly, and his mind wasn’t racing in circles for the first time in weeks.
“Thank you,” he mumbled as he left a kiss on Woo’s sternum. “For this. For everything.”
Strong arms pulled him impossibly closer, locking him in their little bubble of love and safety.
“I’ll always be there to catch you, no matter how far you go.”