Wooyoung groaned softly as he tried to turn over in bed. His body felt heavy from exhaustion, and he desperately wanted to find a more comfortable position. However, as he shifted, he could feel the strong arms around his waist tighten, preventing him from moving any further.

"Stop moving," Yeosang muttered, his voice thick with sleep. Wooyoung could feel the vibrations of the words against his back, causing a shiver to run down his spine. His eyelids fluttered as he felt himself being pulled even closer to Yeosang's warm chest.

"Why can't I move?" Wooyoung whispered, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and protest. He didn't want to disturb Yeosang's sleep, but his body yearned for a more comfortable position.

Yeosang let out a tired sigh, his breath tickling the back of Wooyoung's neck. "Because you're mine," he replied, his tone laced with possessiveness. "I want to hold you close, always."

A blush crept up Wooyoung's cheeks at Yeosang's words. He couldn't deny the warmth that spread through his body, even if it meant sacrificing a good night's sleep. He was his Yeosang's, and the feeling of being desired was intoxicating.

"But what if I can't sleep?" Wooyoung asked, his voice filled with both hesitation and longing. He wanted to please Yeosang, to give him the affection he craved, but he also needed his own rest.

Yeosang's grip on Wooyoung loosened slightly, allowing him to shift his body just enough to face his lover. The moon's soft glow illuminated Yeosang's face, highlighting the gentle contours of his features.

"Then let me help you relax," Yeosang murmured, his voice velvety and reassuring. "I'll hold you, trace patterns on your skin, and kiss away any worries that keep you awake. Together, we can find peace and solace in each other's arms."

Wooyoung's breath hitched at the promise in Yeosang's words. His heart fluttered with anticipation as he gazed into his lover's dark, comforting eyes. The doubts and restlessness that had filled Wooyoung's mind began to melt away, replaced by a sense of tranquility.

"Okay," Wooyoung whispered, surrendering to the pull of affection in Yeosang's touch. He leaned in, capturing Yeosang's lips with his own in a tender, slow kiss. As their lips moved together, their bodies intertwined, finding solace in the familiarity of each other's presence.

Time seemed to stand still as they embraced, their bodies molding against one another with a gentle rhythm. Yeosang's hands explored Wooyoung's skin, mapping out every curve and crevice. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through Wooyoung's body, erasing all traces of restlessness from his mind.

In the embrace of their love, the world outside melted away. Only their whispered promises, muffled moans, and the sound of their steady breathing filled the room. They knew that as long as they had each other, they could face whatever troubles the world threw their way.

For that moment, Wooyoung surrendered to the arms around his waist, finding solace in the warmth and love that enveloped him. They would navigate the challenges together, hand in hand, their love a beacon of strength and shelter against the storms of life.