M | Among Me | Wooyoung x Yeosang
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"Bitch, you're lying," Wooyoung said over his mic.
"I'm not. I'm really not!" Yunho responded. There was a faint trace of laughter at the end.
"Yunho's an imposter. Vote him out," Jongho replied.
Yunho burst into laughter. The crew ended up winning because Seonghwa was the other killer, and he was dead too.
"Yunho, you're the worst person to be an imposter with," Seonghwa muttered.
Everyone was playing the hit game Among Us in their own homes on Friday afternoon. Well, everyone except Yeosang. He went over to Wooyoung's house because the boy hated to be alone when his parents were gone for the weekend.
"But you're 18," Yeosang groaned.
"Please~" Wooyoung begged over the phone.
That's why Yeosang was celebrating now. He survived.
"Alright, alright. Start another game."
The game was soon underway. Wooyoung grew suspicious of Yeosang and muted himself on the mic. He turned to his friend, who sat across the room.
"Hey," He called. Yeosang looked up in question. "You an imposter?"
Yeosang shook his head before muting his mic too. "No. You?"
Wooyoung squinted. "Yeah, you are."
"No. How do I know it's not you?"
"It's just not me. You're suspicious."
Yeosang shook his head. "And you're crazy, Wooyoung."
"Fine. How about this: we make a bet. I'm calling it now. If I find out you're an imposter, you have to do anything I want."
Yeosang crossed his arms. "Mkay. If I discover you to be the imposter, you do anything that I want."
"Fine by me." Wooyoung was all confident. He wasn't the imposter.
But Yeosang, on the other hand, was. He could feel the sweat run down his neck on every dead body reported.
"Yeosang," Hongjoong called. "Where were you?"
"U-Uhm..."
"It's him!" Wooyoung shouted. Everyone was quick to vote Yeosang out. The boy facepalmed.
"Shit."
"Leave the game," Wooyoung mouthed to him. He tossed his phone away on the bed.
"You lost," Wooyoung smirked.
Yeosang rolled his eyes. "Okay. What do you want me to do? Wash your clothes? Clean your room?"
"No..." Wooyoung said under his breath. His eyes stared Yeosang down.
The older brought his knees up in a shy way. "W-What, then?"
"..."
"Wooyoung!"
"...I want you to bottom."
"Bottom?" Yeosang gulped.
Wooyoung nodded. "I'm going to top you, Sangie. So you better start stripping."
Yeosang rolled his eyes and walked over to Wooyoung's bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He glared at his younger friend.
"Well? Aren't you going to strip too?"
Wooyoung was shocked by how compliant Yeosang was. His friend continued to remove his clothes until it was all on the ground. Yet he was still in the process of taking his shirt off.
"Fuck's sake." Yeosang approached him and lifted the shirt over Wooyoung's head. Wooyoung looked down and held Yeosang's bare hips.
"This is fine, right?" Wooyoung asked.
"I mean... it was due to happen, wasn't it? There's only so much dick sucking you and I could do to each other." Yeosang slipped his hand downwards to grasp Wooyoung's crotch.
"Yeah." Wooyoung brought their faces together so they could kiss.
Of course, that wasn't new to them. On days when Wooyoung's parents were on a business trip, Wooyoung would meet up with Yeosang to have a makeout session. And sometimes, one would suck the other off. It's what friends do, y'know?
Yeosang could feel Wooyoung's hot tongue exploring his mouth and fighting to hold him down. He couldn't even concentrate as Wooyoung pushed him onto the bed and dominated over him.
"Woo," Yeosang moaned. His friend's lips pressed against his neck in deep desire.
Yeosang pulled Wooyoung's zipper down and felt through the black briefs. Thick and hard as he loved it.
The pair spent minutes touching each other. There was no rush for them. But Yeosang was now teasing Wooyoung by slipping his hand down the waistband of his boxers and tugging him.
"Enough." Wooyoung grabbed Yeosang's wrist and held it above his head. "You lost, and I won."
Yeosang bit his lip. "So then do something interesting."
"Interesting?" Wooyoung's eyes darkened. He smacked Yeosang's thigh then squeezed it down to his hip. "What if I fuck you without any lube or stretching, hm?"
Yeosang gulped.
"What if I lift you against the wall and give it to you there?"
"W-Woo-" Yeosang cut himself off by groaning. Wooyoung was rubbing his hole with two fingers. He moved the skin up and down while grinning.
"Say it louder."
"U-Uh... Wooy..."
"Hm?"
"Wooyoung!" Yeosang shut his eyes as two nicely lubed fingers pushed into him. His back arched from the strange sensation.
"Sh sh." Wooyoung kissed his lips softly. Yeosang shifted focus to only concentrate on Wooyoung's lips. Within moments, the pain he used to feel had faded away.
"Can I push in a third?" Yeosang nodded. All he could do was release small pants. Wooyoung took charge of everything else. The caressing, the kissing. Everything to help Yeosang feel well.
After all, it was the couple's first time going this far.
"Woo... I want you, though." Yeosang touched the younger's chest and stared into his eyes.
"Okay."
Yeosang watched how Wooyoung stripped from his jeans and briefs, the only pieces of clothing left. His eyes fell on his friend's dick that he loved.
Now it was going in him.
Wooyoung slipped a condom on and lubricated it as well. Then he spread Yeosang's legs to plant several kisses over his skin—to which Yeosang welcomed with moans.
Gently, Wooyoung pushed into Yeosang's body. The older cursed and took deep breaths.
Sensing the relief, Wooyoung started to move. Yeosang was no longer panting in pain. He was trying to handle the new pleasure crowding through his veins.
"Harder, Wooyoung. I can take it."
So Wooyoung brushed harder. He'd go all the way in then out with force. Yeosang would jerk up every time.
The room filled with moans and grunts bouncing off the walls. Hot, colliding skin smacking back to back with no end near.
"Wooyoung... Ugh, Wooyoung!" Yeosang shouted.
Something about the strain in Yeosang's voice while chanting his name made Wooyoung break. He squeezed one hand on Yeosang's thigh while the other on his shoulder. Then he lifted the older and pinned in against the wall.
By the time Yeosang opened his eyes, his back was touching the cold wall. He winced.
Yet Wooyoung wouldn't stop. His hands held onto Yeosang's waist as he kept piercing Yeosang's hole.
Yeosang cried Wooyoung's name out over and over. He wanted to cum so bad.
"Why don't you cum, Yeosangie?" Wooyoung smirked and tilted his head to kiss the boy's jaw. "Your dick wants to cum so bad, doesn't it?"
Yeosang let out a strained hum. Then the speed slowed down. He thought Wooyoung was going to cum with him, but he was wrong. Oh. So wrong.
Yeosang wrapped his legs around Wooyoung as the younger pushed him against the wall over and over. His back ached, but nothing would be better than seeing Wooyoung's neck vain as he used his strength. Yeosang embraced him tighter to close the space.
"Oh Yeosang," Wooyoung grunted. "Stop tightening... Shit."
The hot temperature started to weigh down on the two. Soreness came in before they were even done. Wooyoung set Yeosang on the bed again and slowed down so they could exchange more kisses.
Yeosang moaned to every one of Wooyoung's touches, especially when he was pumped off. His dick was waiting for so long to be touched. Now he couldn't take it.
"Cum with me, Yeosang. Imagine me filling you deep inside until you dripped with cum." Wooyoung let his hold go as Yeosang shut his eyes. Yeosang did imagine him. He could imagine Wooyoung's toned forearms flexing to hold him still and stuff him. The younger's fingertips would leave dark marks on him because it was so good. Of course, the dripping part would have to wait.
Wooyoung leaned down to lick an area of Yeosang's neck. It tickled the older that a cute laugh left his mouth. The two's breaths evened out as they felt a cool breeze entrap them both. There was no need for words. Only actions like kissing and cuddling were enough.
Wooyoung picked up their headsets and devices to carry to the bed. Wooyoung and Yeosang snuggled together as they joined the call.
Wait. Where was the join button?
"I-Is it done?" Mingi asked. His voice sounded small.
"I think so," Hongjoong answered.
"What are you talking about, Mingi?" Wooyoung tried not to laugh as Yeosang blushed a deep red.
No one answered for a few moments until Seonghwa spoke up.
"You two left your mics on..."
"Oh."
"And your video," Jongho added. Everyone looked expressionless and awkward through their screens.
Wooyoung laughed it off before kissing Yeosang's temple like it was nothing. "Okay. What's the code for the next game?"
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