A/N: YEAH SO THIS IS A SMUT CHAPTER, NOTHING ELSE AT ALL!
SKIP IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, OKAYBYE

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If these walls could talk,
I'd hope they wouldn't say anything
Because they've seen way too many things
'Cause we'd fall from grace, we're falling
Yeah, we'd fall from grace

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SAN

The grip around San's shirt collar tightens, as Yeosang's rough words leave his soft lips, and San has to swallow the surprised gasp that tries to leave his own. Yeosang has pushed him against the wall, and his sudden dominating behavior is lighting a spark San hasn't felt before.

"Why don't you fucking try, pretty boy?" San scoffs, intrigued by Yeosang's words, and the derisive tone he lets out ignites raging flames in Yeosang's eyes.

The tension between them is higher than ever, and there's something so unexplainably arousing about seeing Yeosang like this. San's eyes fall to the younger's lips, and suddenly he seems to have forgotten the resentment he had felt towards him only minutes ago.

Silence has forced itself in between them, while San waits for Yeosang to react. He might have lost his mind completely, but all he wants is for Yeosang to make actions of his words.

"Is that all you've got?" San then whispers seductively, his lips brushing lightly against Yeosang's, and he realizes how much he's missed the taste of them.

And Yeosang finally reacts - the grip around San's collar releases and one hand dives into his dark hair instead, holding it in a closed fist. A small gasp tickles San's lower lip, from the surprise of Yeosang's other hand promptly grabbing him between the legs. Hard.

When Yeosang wraps his fingers around San's clothed erection, and starts pumping it slowly, San can't hold the first moan back any longer. He has missed Yeosang touching him so much, and to finally feel it again, is like a dream.

"You need to learn when to shut up," Yeosang breathes heavily against his face. "Such a pretty face, but such a goddamn filthy mouth."

San is just about to make a mocking remark, saying it's rich coming from someone like Yeosang, who he's never heard say anything remotely close to the words, which are currently leaving his mouth. But San isn't given the chance to say anything, before Yeosang aggressively attacks his lips with his own.

Yeosang shoves his tongue into San's mouth, catching the other's tongue, dominating it in a way San has never experienced before - and in a way he never would've thought would turn him on as much as it does.

A wet trail is following Yeosang's lips, as they venture down to San's neck. But kissing isn't what the younger has in mind.

"Ah, fuck!" San exclaims, earning a hard tug in his hair, when Yeosang bites him on the side of his neck. The teeth are digging deep into his skin, and pain is streaming through his neck and into every part of his body.

While he does enjoy this new side of Yeosang, San soon feels how his body is craving to be the one in charge. He wraps his fingers around Yeosang's neck, pulling him away and forcing him to unclench his teeth.

"So? Are you going to fuck me, or not?" San taunts, running his tongue across Yeosang's lower lip. "I'm waiting, my prince."

The fire in Yeosang's eyes light up again, as he finally lets go of San's hair, the roots screaming from the pain, and his impatient hands rip San's shirt off – buttons flying everywhere.

With a quick move, he's thrown his own shirt on the floor as well, before pushing San onto the bed. San bites his lower lip, staring intensely at Yeosang who's now hovering over him, before their lips are pressed against each other again.

With their lips locked onto each other's, they both fight to get the last pieces of clothing of the other the fastest. As soon as both of them are naked, Yeosang breaks the kiss, leaving a sting of pain on San's lip, as he bites it before pulling away.

Giving San no opportunity to complain, Yeosang instantly shoves two fingers into San's mouth, while kicking his legs apart with his knee.

"Do it properly," Yeosang commands, forcing his fingers deeper into San's mouth, "A dirty mouth like that should know how to do this right."

San glares at him, but his mind and body are out of control at this point – he's never been this turned on before, and the way Yeosang talks to him is driving him crazy. So he does as he's told, and willingly sucks Yeosang's fingers until they are drenched with his saliva.

The brown eyes darkens, as Yeosang pulls his fingers out of San's mouth, and with a satisfied smirk he moves his hand down between San's legs.

"Oh my God!" San cries out, throwing his head back into the pillow under him, as the first one of Yeosang's wet fingers start pushing into him.

A new, strangely arousing feeling storms through him, when Yeosang starts to finger him, like he wants it to stop – but at the same time he wants more. His lips part and a lewd moan rolls out, while his body starts to tremble by the amazing rush.

And when Yeosang suddenly bends down to take San into his mouth, San can't control his moans anymore. Yeosang licks the tip, plays with it with his soft tongue, while looking San straight in the eyes. When taking the cock further into his warm mouth, he starts to push his fingers deeper inside as well.

Ever single part of San's body is tensing up from the way too intense pleasure, and his vision blurs while he struggles to keep focus for even a short moment. Yeosang's head is bopping up and down, sucking him off just as amazingly as San remembers - and San instinctively moves his hand to grab a hold in the brown hair.

But Yeosang does not like that. Instead he quickly slaps San's hand away.

"You want me to bite your dick off?" he growls, his teeth stroking against the sensitive tip of San's cock, and San quickly shakes his head. "Good. Then don't fucking touch me."

Yeosang takes his time, teasing San with his tongue while slowly making room for another finger. The stinging pain from being stretched out like that, is soon drowned by pleasure, and San's body starts moving by itself - pushing his hips towards Yeosang, craving for more.

"Why so needy all of a sudden, San?" Yeosang smirks, as he lets San's drenched member fall from his lips, and onto San's stomach.

"I... I just..." San mumbles, bewildered by Yeosang's fingers still hitting deep inside of him.

San closes his eyes, his head is spinning around and around as Yeosang starts to finger him faster, harder. But suddenly Yeosang pulls out, San gasping from both surprise and disappointment as it happens. His eyes remains closed, all control over his own body has disappeared, while Yeosang moves around - opening the drawer in the night stand, and a few sounds of him getting prepped.

A short moment later, San is pulled up from the mattress and flipped over to lie on his stomach instead. He struggles to get up on his elbows, his body trembling from the high anticipation. Yeosang placed one hand around San's left hip, pulling him up on the knees, while he uses the other hand to steer his own hard member in between San's legs.

The cold, smooth but sticky feeling of lube drawing lines up and down San's inner thighs, makes him hum behind his closed lips.

"Let me hear you beg for it," Yeosang's deep voice demands behind him.

"Ye-Yeosang I... I want it," San barely whispers, his voice so raspy it tickles his throat, but he wants it. So bad.

Yeosang presses the tip of his hard cock against San's entrance. He moves it around, pulls away, only to press inside a bit further the next time.

San bites his lower lip, panting heavily while Yeosang slowly starts stretching him out again - this time with something way bigger than just two fingers.

"What do you want?" Yeosang teases, about to pull away again, but San has become way too needy and way too impatient by now.

"You! I want you inside of me! Please!" San whimpers, pushing his body towards Yeosang, taking half his length inside at once.

Pain shoots up his spine, and he burrows his face in the pillow to drown out a deep groan.

"Easy now," Yeosang hums behind him, holding still while he lets San try to adjust his body the best he can. With a small nod, San lets Yeosang know he's ready for more.

And then everything turns into one big blurry mess. Small tears are clouding San's vision, but the way the pain and pleasure blend so perfectly together each time Yeosang thrusts into him, is the best high San has ever had.

Yeosang's fingers are tangled into San's hair, pulling it hard each time their bodies slam against each other - while Yeosang's hipbones hit San so hard they might leave a bruise. And each and every time their bodies meet, San's moans get louder.

His legs are shaking underneath him, as he fights to hold his body up for Yeosang to use, and small drops of sweat are dancing down his overheated face. When Yeosang gradually starts moving faster, hitting harder onto this certain spot inside of San that makes his entire body tremble each time, San can't even let out a moan anymore. By now, only half-choked gasps and heavy panting are rolling over his lips.

"Fuck, this feels so good," Yeosang pants behind him, slowly leaning down over him - his warm breath tickling against San's neck, as he speaks, "I like to see you like this. So submissive. That was about goddamn time, Sannie."

Submissive. San has been called many things throughout his life, but he's never been called submissive before. The meaning of that particular word has always been something weak in his eyes - like the girls he so easily could pick up, and melt with his words alone.

But right in this moment, hearing it from the most beautiful lips he's ever seen and felt, while being filled out by Yeosang's amazing dick - San loves it, and he'd let Yeosang call him submissive as many times as he wants to. Actually, he'd let Yeosang do pretty much anything he would want to do to him.

"Yeosang," San whines under his breath, "I... I'm close..."

The warmth of Yeosang's hand embraces San's throbbing member, pumping it while the last remaining part of his sanity is being overpowered by the feeling of Yeosang fucking him even harder.

San pinches his eyes closed, his hands fisted around the crumbled, sweaty sheet under him, as his climax shakes out one last, almost painful moan.

Yeosang collapses on top of him almost immediately after, and San can feel every single one of the younger's heart beats against his skin.

He whimpers quietly, when Yeosang gently pulls out, before letting his body fall into the mattress. The brown hair is a mess, and the cheeks are red and warm. San guesses that he looks just as much as a mess himself, and he softly smiles at Yeosang when he lies down next to him.

"Are you... Okay?" Yeosang asks, looking worried all of a sudden.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Yeosang shrugs his shoulders, and he looks too adorable to even be real when he pushes his lower lip out in a small pout. San can't stop himself from moving half-way on top of him, instantly kissing him like there's no tomorrow.

There's something about Yeosang, which turns San on like never before - even after just having finished this insane, upgraded version of heated sex.

"So... Are you finally done?" San smirks against Yeosang's lips, teasingly grabbing Yeosang by his tender cock, causing a weak whimper to escape his lips. "I guess it's time for me to remind you where you belong."

San grabs Yeosang by the neck, squeezing so hard he can feel the Yeosang's pulse running through his fingers.

He continuously rubs his thumb around the head of Yeosang's twitching member, and with a grin he bites into the younger's swollen lower lip. When Yeosang lets out a whine, San shoves his entire tongue inside his mouth. Yeosang is gasping for air, when San finally pulls away again. The brown eyes are sparkling in a different way than earlier, but San knows the younger wants it as much as he does so himself.

"- and that is right under me," San growls in his ear. "Don't you ever forget that again."

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♫ 5 Seconds of Summer - If walls could talk

A/N: I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD ENOUGH, GUYS?

ALSO, NO THE NEXT ONE WILL NOT BE A M-RATED CHAPTER TOO, sorry. :( My smut brain is fried haha...

Also also - yes, 5SOS again, because as @lostlovelis mentioned, in a comment on the previous one, this story can be described by their Youngblood album 🤭❤️