Darkness.

Where am I?

The thick blankets covering his body felt heavy, weighting on his skin, sticky from dried sweat.

Why is it so dark?

He tried to move, turn, free his body from that suffocating, unknown place, and that's when he hit it.

"Mmmh–" a sleepy whine was heard in the silence when his palm touched a toned warm body next to his, "–youngie..."

Hearing that soft, sweet voice calling his name took it all back. Memories from the previous night: the way he felt sick, Seonghwa taking him to bed and completely closing the shutters for him – not knowing how Wooyoung was afraid of the dark, the nightmares and then... San! If Wooyoung wouldn't feel the boy still sleeping next to him he would believe that it had been just a very nice dream, but San was turning. His arm flying around Wooyoung's waist pulling him towards his body and making them collide perfectly. A pleased sight left the older's mouth when he buried his face in the crook of Wooyoung's neck. Lips leaving small soft kisses as he kept holding him close.

"Did you have another nightmare?" he asked in a small voice, still extremely sleepy but yet so tender.

Wooyoung shook his head as he held San head against his skin caressing the soft black hair, the warm puffs of breath on his neck making him feel better, grounded, healed, "I slept very well"

He could feel San mouth open in a warm smile, "I'm glad" he hugged Wooyoung even tighter, "Can we just lay here for five more minutes? I'm not ready to face the reality just yet"

Wooyoung didn't know if actually five minutes had passed, if they stayed in that comforting hug for longer or if it lasted just a few more seconds. He could hear San calm breath, his chest raising an falling at an even pace, his mouth brushing against his skin every so often making Wooyoung head spin. Those lips. He craved to feel them again, just like the previous night but he didn't dare to ask. Memories from their kiss kept flowing before his eyes. He couldn't stop thinking about the butterflies he felt in his stomach, about the hot rush that ran through every part of his body when San touched him. It was the first time that feeling somebody else's hands on him didn't feel suffocating or hurtful. It was a lot, of that Wooyoung was sure, just the brush of a finger on his jawline had made shivers ran through his whole body. When San bit his lower lip he was sure he was going to pass out for the overwhelming pit that had formed in his stomach, but almost like the older could read Wooyoung's thoughts, he had stopped. It was a lot, but Wooyoung couldn't wait to do all of that again and again 'til his body went numb under San touch and his brain would melt for the deep rouse.

"Wooie" San whispered the nickname against the crook of his neck making the boy shiver, "I want to take you to a place"

"Huh? Which place?"

"I don't want to spoil it, it's a surprise but I'm sure you will love it" San pulled back, even if it was dark Wooyoung could feel those cat like eyes searching his face as he turned slightly, "Will you come?"

"Y-yes!" he mentally cursed for always stuttering every time San asked him something, "I'd love to" he added in a whisper trying to hide the clear embarrassment.

San hugged him again leaving another soft peck on the skin under his ear, "I'm so happy!" he chuckled as he removed the blankets and sat up, "Okay then! Just get ready, have a shower, put on something nice and wait for me"

"We're going now?" he really wanted to spend some alone time with San but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Yeah! I mean I have to talk to Hongjoong about– some matters, but after that we can immediately leave!" San stopped, "Oh, maybe you have something already planned for today?" the disappointment in his voice was so clear that Wooyoung felt his heart break.

"N-no, I don't! You just c-caught me off guard" he replied quickly, "I'll go get ready, I really can't wait" he added hoping San would see his smile through the darkness.

He felt fingers brushing his cheeks one last time before San left the bed and creaked open the windows. The sun breached into the room with no mercy as Wooyoung had to shield his eyes with one hand, annoyed but at the same time so glad for that light that was finally dissipating all the ghosts still lingering in the room. When he finally lowered his hand after his eyes had adjusted to the new light he couldn't help but gasp.

"Wow" the whisper betrayingly left his mouth when he spotted San standing next to the window distractedly reading something on his phone.

He heard the whispered exclamation though and his head lifted with a shy smile. Wooyoung really wanted to look away, to put a stop to his shameless staring, but he just couldn't. He had never seen San like that: he was still wearing his shirt with a few buttons undone and sleeves messily rolled up his arms, the fabric was a bit wrinkled due to the night of sleep but he still looked amazing in it. His hair was framing his bare face, the dark locks messily falling before his still sleepy eyes, cheeks slightly flushed under that intense gaze. There was something extremily attractive in that morning look and Wooyoung just wasn't able to look away.

"Do I look funny?" San chuckled, an evident blush covering his cheeks, he walked closer when he saw Wooyoung standing up from the bed, attracted to the boy like a magnet, he tried to smoother the wrikled shirt, "I probably need a shower, and a change of clothes, these are–"

He couldn't complete the sentence because his mind shorted out when Wooyoung fingers overlapped his where his shirt was undone. Fingertips softly brushing the exposed skin of his chest making San shiver. Wooyoung's hand moved, his eyes glued to his action like enchanted by the sliver of skin under his fingers. He drew irregular patterns from the small portion of his chest to the collarbone, fingers pressing on the small hollow created there before they left to reach San neck, tracing the outline of his veins to his jaw, chin, lower lip...

"Wooyoung–" like rescued from his trance San whispered the younger's name that immediately looked up, liquid eyes fixing in his before his hand moved to San cheek brushing it in a soft caress.

"You don't" Wooyoung smiled taking a step back.

"I don't?" he could still feel Wooyoung's fingers on his skin, that feverish tickling lingering like a shadow where he had touched.

"You don't look funny at all" a shy smile appeared on the younger's lips before they opened in another whisper so low that San could barely hear it, "I just wish I could see you like this more often"

But he did hear it and he couldn't help but dumbly smile, his heart hammering fast inside his chest. He took couple of steps until he was close enough to hold one of Wooyoung hands in his before he brought it to his lips and kissed the knuckles one by one, "I'll be back in an hour or two, yeah? Wait for me" he whispered back watching at how Wooyoung just kept staring at his lips, nodding absently as he let San put his hand back down and slowly walk away, the same warm dimpled smile never leaving him.

It took him a few seconds to realize he was alone once again, the room was completely silent despite the chirping of the birds which could be heard from outside. The weather was sunny and incredibly warm for the season, surely they couldn't choose a better day for a little escape.

San was taking him out, he really was. Was it a date? Wooyoung felt the butterflies flap their wings madly fast inside his stomach. He shook his head trying to calm down. They had kissed and it had been beautiful, just thinking about it sent shivers down Wooyoung's spine. It had been his first kiss, or at least the first one he really felt willing to give and he couldn't help but hope that more would come. But still it was just a kiss. It didn't matter how many times San had repeated he didn't want to be Wooyoung's master, it didn't matter how sweet and caring he was, Wooyoung could see all the boy's good intentions but there was still something dark and scary lingering in the back of his mind. Something that it didn't matter how hard Wooyoung tried to push back it kept tormenting him.

Wooyoung and San could never have a normal relationship. Not with San's life. He knew his position: San cared about him, of that he was sure, but to everyone else's eye Wooyoung was just an object, a sex toy San had bought with his money for his own pleasure and sometimes Wooyoung couldn't help but wonder if he actually was just that. Maybe San was just caught in the bliss of the moment, everything was new to him but what if he got tired of Wooyoung, what then? Would he become cruel? Would he become cold, distant, indifferent? He knew he didn't deserve all that love. How could someone like San care for a broken thing like Wooyoung?

But he had kissed him, so tenderly that all Wooyoung's fears had been washed away with just a small touch. He had listened and held him when Wooyoung cried. He had made his wounds hurt less. He had given him a new place where to stay, somewhere he could call home, surrounded by people he could consider family. Everything San did screamed how much he cared about Wooyoung and it didn't matter how loudly those horrible thoughts kept pushing his mind to darker places: Wooyoung was falling and was falling hard.

He opened his wardrobe trying to busy himself and not overthink. San had told him to wear something cute, but what? Wooyoung panicked in front of all the clothes filling the dresser. He had never owned so many and usually he just put together pieces he liked without really caring about his appearance. He started taking everything out from the wardrobe when a soft knock was heard at his door.

"Yes?" he said.

The door slowly opened revealing a pink head peaking from the small gap. Seonghwa looked inside searching for Wooyoung and when his eyes met those of the younger, still panicking in front of his clothes, he smiled warmly.

"You look good! I was scared to find you still sick and delirious. Want some breakfast? I brought you something light" he walked in, a small tray full of fruits, colorful cookies and a jar of coffe in his hands.

Wooyoung approached him and took the tray to leave it on his bedside table, "Thank you hyung, it looks delicious!" he said stuffing his mouth with green juicy grapes.

"What were you doing?" asked Seonghwa picking up a piece of cloth that had fallen in front of Wooyoung's bed and piling it up with the many others.

"Oh..." Wooyoung blushed, "Sanie..." he couldn't push the words out of his system as he felt Seonghwa's eyes on him, "he..."

Seonghwa chuckled, "Do you want to dress prettily for him?"

Wooyoung nodded feeling his cheeks on fire when he finally found the courage to speak, "He wants to take me somewhere, he said"

"He asked you out on a date?" Seonghwa yelled with no shame making Wooyoung rush to him to cover his mouth with his palm trying to stop his loudness, "He asked you out?" Seonghwa removed his hand whispering yelling the same question, eyes blown out for the excitement.

"Y-yes" Wooyoung had to look down, too embarrassed to hold the gaze, "I mean, I think so... he just said he wants to take me somewhere and that I have to wear something nice. He will be back soon and I don't know w-what to–"

"I've got this darling! You go shower, I'll pick the best outfit for you. Oh my god! I'm so excited, Woo. He actually asked you out" he giggled clapping his hands before he held those of Wooyoung making him spin on the spot, "Go, go, go! Trust me, you will look the prettiest" Wooyoung smiled shily before he thanked Seonghwa and walked to the bathroom.

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San knew he didn't have to ask Hongjoong to take a day off if he wanted to, he was the head of his clan now and even if he didn't like it he was very well conscious of his responsibilities. The previous day they had a busy time getting ready for whatever awaited them but San knew that even if he decided to lock in an office with Hongjoong and Mingi doing more brainstorming it was going to be completely useless. They couldn't do much more than what they already had so he didn't feel particularly guilty when he knocked on Hongjoong office door to talk to him.

"You can't San!" of course the older complained, "What if we get his call today, huh?"

"We met him just a bit more than 24 hours ago Joong. Be real, he can't possibly be ready" San was firm in his decision, he knew that if he wanted to have some alone time with Wooyoung it had to be now, before things got more complicated.

He didn't know what Changkyun had in mind but he knew that whatever it was it wouldn't be nice. He was ready to have even more complicated days coming, he knew how life in the underworld worked.

"San, I understand what your feelings for Wooy–"

"Hyung" San interrupted Hongjoong halfway, "I didn't come here to ask for your permission, I know you're worried but I'm sure that you can handle a day without me, can you? I will be back tonight, I promise. Stop worrying so much, we've got this, yeah? I trust you"

Hongjoong didn't reply to that, he just sighted loudly and let his body fall against the back of his office chair. San knew he had won.

"Where are you taking him?" he asked after a while, his worried face suddenly turning into a wide smirk.

"Into a painting" San smiled, he couldn't wait.

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Wooyoung looked at himself in the mirror once again, Seonghwa really was great: the outfit he picked was incredible and it fitted Wooyoung perfectly. The problem was that he had never wore something like that! The creamy white cardigan framed his torso perfectly showing off just a small portion of his chest, nothing too revealing but Wooyoung kept pulling it up trying to hide his skin as much as he could. He didn't have any evident scar in that particular spot but just the thought of the garment slipping slightly down and showing his ruined body made him sick. He felt beautiful at first, when Seonghwa let him stand in front of the mirror, hair tied up with a beautiful white bow matching the cardigan which strings fell to his shoulders. Seonghwa also helped him with his make-up, it was just a light eyeshadow and a little blush on his cheeks that lighted up his features. He looked in the mirror with eyes blowing wide, barely recognizing himself, for the first time feeling happy in his appearance. But then Seonghwa left and all the small wrong details of his body became every second more evident and disturbing.

Why do I feel pretty? Just a cute dress won't make me any less disgusting. Even if they're not immediately visible they're still here...
I'm lucky that the long sleeves are covering them. Nobody wants to see how weak I am.

His hands flew to pull the fabric down trying to cover more of his wrists but as he did so the cardigan slipped down one of his shoulders revealing a mangled sliver of skin. Wooyoung whimpered, pulling it up once again. His hands resting on his collarbone trying to cover as much skin as he could.

Why are my hands so big and masculine compared to the rest of my body? I'm a fucking joke. No matter how I dress. Wearing make-up for what? People will still see how ugly and disgusting I am.

Little. Horrible. Dirt–

"Wooyoungie?" San voice echoed from behind his door followed by a soft knock.

Wooyoung sniffled looking one last time in the mirror and trying to dry his tears without smudging the make-up Seonghwa worked so hard on, "Yes! I'm ready" he rushed to the door taking one last deep breath and opening it.

"Sorry for taking so–" when San eyes fell on Wooyoung he just went silent, his mouth hanging open as he took in every inch of the beautiful figure in front of him, "–long..." he breathed out.

Wooyoung blushed hard, his hands moving on their own as he fixed for the nth time the garment on his shoulders while his eyes made sure that no scar would be visible from the small portion of his wrists showing.

"It's okay, I didn't wait that much" he fixed a strand of hair behind his ear but it fell before his face once again.

San fingers moved along copying the same movement but slower, his hand stopping next to his face for a bit longer, even after he had fixed Wooyoung's hair, "I'm not sure I want to take you out anymore" he chuckled

"Huh?" Wooyoung head sprung up alarmed. "I–"

"I don't want to take you out anymore because you're so beautiful that I will die of jealousy: everybody will be looking at you and I'm not sure I can stand that" fingers still brushing his cheek, dark eyes looking at him with the most enamoured look.

"Oh..." Wooyoung blushed even more almost unable to keep up his gaze, his cheeks burning hot under San touch.

"Ready to go?"

San took a step back and Wooyoung could breath again, his brain was in a scrumbled mess fighting with the urge to have San holding him, touching his every part, mending all the pain but at the same time knowing how overwhelming it was to have the other close, to be able to accept again a gentle touch on his skin.

The car was already awaiting for them: San opened the passenger door for Wooyoung and made sure he was comfortably seated before he took his place next to him and started the engine. Since he had arrived to the huge maison Wooyoung never went out, not that he really felt the need to go and explore the world, it felt too scary outside, but in that moment next to San he felt safe. They drove down the winding road that led to the big gate Wooyoung had spotted the first night which immediately opened as San car approached it. It felt nice to feel the sunlights on the skin, warming it up, landscapes moving fast in front of his eyes.

Soon the tall buildings of the city left space to smaller houses with big gardens, the gray of the concrete turning into orange, red and yellow as more trees started to appear at the corners of the road, leaves covering the ground and the naked branches standing out against the blue sky. San kept driving in silence turning to look at Wooyoung every now and then. He was gorgeous, smiling bashfully, he kept looking outside of his window with glowing eyes and then back towards San every now and then, before adverting his gaze and glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. San smiled when after the umpteenth gaze they shared he spotted rosie spread all over Wooyoung's cheeks.

Every time Wooyoung built up the courage to look at him again, San would smile at him, he would let his eyes slowly scan his body, unable to do any different, bewitched by how the younger could be every day even more beautiful. The landscape around them was incredible, he knew it was but still San barely registered any of it, he couldn't find himself to concentrate on anything but Wooyoung and he thanked his good luck that the road was so empty.

He knew they were getting closer to their destination, he tapped the screen of the car as directions immediately appeared signaling that they would be there in 10 more minutes.

"We're almost there" he stated as Wooyoung turned to look at him.

The voice from the screen signaled a left turn, the car smoothly followed and before Wooyoung could even register what was going on he gasped. A huge river appearing from nowhere was flowing next to them, green water matching the fields they were crossing.

"Where are we going?" he had to ask, unable to take all the beauty that surrounded them.

"You will see very soon, we're getting there" San smiled warmly, one of his fingers pointing before them, "Look!" he exclaimed unable to contain his enthusiasm anymore.

Further ahead the rived started dividing into many small strams, beautiful bridges crossing them to lead the visitors to a huge shining structure that Wooyoung couldn't clearly spot since it still was too far away and the sun reflected his rays on it making the view almost blinding.

"Is that a building?" asked Wooyoung in surprise when he realized it was almost entirely made of glass.

"It is" San voice was cheerful, dimples showing on his cheeks.

Wooyoung kept watching as the structure became every second bigger the more they got close: it was gigantic and of a weird shape, completely different from anything Wooyoung had witnessed until then. The glass along with the metal hinges and the many streams of water all around were reflecting the sunlights making the building look like it was made of crystal or diamonds.

"It's so beautiful" Wooyoung whispered unable to look away.

"And the best is yet to come"

The car slowed down until it came to a definite stop in what Wooyoung realized was a parking even if not many cars were there. San opened the door for him, an apologetic smile appearing on his lips, "Fall it's not the best season to visit, but I assure you it's still worth it"

Wooyoung looked at him confused unable to process what San was saying: that place was already incredibly beautiful and he couldn't imagine it getting any better but still he just nodded climbing down the car and following San to what looked like a main gate.

"Usually these fields are full of flowers in spring and summer, but since it's getting very cold is very difficult to make anything grow outside" San explained as he leaded them every second closer to the huge glass building, "Don't worry though, you will witness enough nature today"

San halted in front of a tall door, his hand flying to the handle and Wooyoung finally could spot from behind the glass what was inside, his mouth opened astonished as he could hear San ask: "Ready?"

He dumbly nodded, already walking forward and inside when San kept the door open for him. His eyes wondered around as he could only find the strength to stare with mouth agape to the unreal spectacle in front of him. The place looked like a garden but more magic than any Wooyoung had ever seen. Exotic trees, gigantic and of weird shape's projected their shadows on the winding path entering that enchanted forest. Wooyoung could hear birds chirping all around but since he couldn't spot any he imagined it was just a recorded music put as a background. He started walking following the only element made if concrete of the structure. Everything else was green. Wooyoung looked up, the tall branches framed the blue sky along with a ceiling cut in hexagonal shapes. It really looked like a beehive entirely made of glass.

He didn't know how long had passed since they had stepped inside that magical place but when Wooyoung finally looked back down his eyes met those of San still looking at him with a warm smile.

"Oh, Sanie" he sighted unable to give voice to the overwhelming feeling forming at the pit of his stomach, that place felt like freedom, something he had already witnessed when he sat in front of the Iris field, but stronger, wilder and he was actually living it. He felt his heart hammering inside of his chest, unable to express all of that with simple words. He walked until he was standing in front of the older and one of his hands reached his, fingers interlocking in a gentle touch, "Thank you for taking me here"

"Do you like it?" San squeezed his hand reaching out to hold his other too.

Wooyoung nodded, breaking their gaze just for a second to look at their surroundings once again, "Looks like a fairy tale" he replied.

"It gets better, come!" San started guiding him slowly through the winding path and Wooyoung couldn't stop sighting in awe or gasp for the surprise.

Behind every corner there was something more beautiful, more stunning, more incredible to witness. Wooyoung could hear the sound of running water getting louder and just when he was about to ask a tall waterfall appeared in front of them. The cascade falling to a floor below that Wooyoung hadn't noticed before, he ran to the edge of a balcony a few feet from them, hands holding the metal bar as he looked down.

"Huh!" he gasped unable to believe his eyes.

Below them more floors opened giving space to many shades of green. Wooyoung could spot the reflection of a body of water on the lower level, sunlights falling on it making it shine where waterlilies weren't shielding the small lake.

"Can we go down there too?" he asked unable to hold back anymore.

"We can go wherever you want Wooyoungie" San whispered caressing his cheek which blushed once again making the older smile, "Today is for you"

And Wooyoung couldn't hold back, the urge he had felt all day finally exploded as he jumped between San arms holding him thigh, arms closing around his neck as his head sank in the crook of his neck. Wooyoung wished he was braver, less scared of his actions, if he was maybe he would have found the strength to actually do what he had wanted for so long: to push himself on his tip-toes and press his lips against those of San. But he couldn't, his heart already beating way too fast inside his chest when he felt San strong arms reciprocate the hug and hold him close.

"Thank you Sanie" he whispered before he stepped back and started walking again, head facing ahead to hide his evident flushed state, too embarrassed to face San in that moment.

They spent the morning visiting the garden and soon Wooyoung realized that many of those trees and plants had small tags with their names and information about the provenance and spread. At lunch time San treated him to a small restaurant in a separate area of the building where they cooked just plant based food: Wooyoung was skeptical at first but when he tried his vegetarian noodles he realized that not only their surroundings but the food too was amazing. They sat there for a while, enjoying the sun and the chill atmosphere. More people started to arrive and soon the place became crowded. That's when San talked again.

"There's one more thing I want you to see before the place gets packed"

"There's more to see?" Wooyoung couldn't believe how big that place was.

San nodded and stood up offering a hand to Wooyoung to do the same. He had expected the older to leave it but San squeezed it more tightly in his grip, stopping Wooyoung from walking away. They passed yet another corner and walked down a narrow corridor that seemed to lead to another building, a smaller one thought. Wooyoung could spot a round glass dome in front of them.

They were getting closer when something colorful caught his eyes, he looked down and...

If it wasn't for San hand still leading him forward he would probably have frozen on his spot, feet unable to move one more step.

"Sanie, are t-these–" he could just stutter as he let San pull him inside the small greenhouse.

He couldn't hear San answer but he didn't need to. He looked around as his legs regained consciousness and finally lead him to the edge of the colorful field extending in front of him. He didn't need to hear San confirmation to know what flowers were blossoming before his eyes.

Purple irises were covering the surface of that bright place. Wooyoung found himself walk on the small path leading inside the field, body moving unconsciously as he could just witness with teary eyes what surrounded him. One of his hands moved to touch one of the tall flowers growing next to his leg: the petals were soft under his fingers.

Before he could even realize he felt tears running down his cheeks, he tried to wipe them away but they wouldn't stop so he just let them flow down.

"Wooyoungie" he heard a soft voice calling him from behind before two strong arms circled his torso pulling him flush against a toned body, "why are you crying?" the voice spoke again, worry could be heard in his tone as he felt soft lips leaving a small peck on his temple.

"B-because..." but he couldn't tell either.

For many years all he had experienced was pain, a numbing sorrow that kept pushing against his skin, hurting him from inside so much that everything else was forgotten. For many years he had believed that nothing else existed. Not for him. He didn't deserve happiness, he didn't deserve a normal life. For many years he had been sure that nothing good was awaiting for him. He couldn't be saved.

But now...

He just couldn't describe what he was feeling, why he was crying, because it was something he had never experienced before. Something so big and strong and yet so pure and good. The warmth expanding inside of him was something completely new. And as he felt those arms wrapping around him and the sweet words whispered at his ear he couldn't help but cry harder.

He felt... loved! He felt like he could find his happiness in the end. He felt like that happiness was right in front of him in that moment. Real, embodied  in a field full of purple irises, in a toned chest pressed against his back from which he could feel a big heart beating fast, in warm hands caressing his tummy and plump lips whispering sweet words to help him calm down. He felt so overwhelmed, surrounded and filled with so much good that if he had died in that moment he would have been the happiest.

He turned and buried his face into San toned chest, letting the older lulling him between his arms.

"Your heart" he sniffed, voice muffled against San chest, "It's beating so fast"

"Of course it is" he paused, pulling Wooyoung slightly back to look at him in the eyes, fingers brushing his tear stained cheeks, "You're here"

Wooyoung lower lip trembled more, heart aching in his chest for the overwhelming feeling, he kept looking into San eyes without moving away even if his body was burning, screaming for space, unable to take all that. But it hurt so good.

"What is it?" San asked him as well unable to look away.

"I–" his gaze kept falling on San lips, the only thought he could process in that moment was how it would feel to be kissed again, "I want–" he felt his face heat up when San smiled like he understood even without words.

He didn't say anything but his hand moved from his cheek to his hair tugging Wooyoung's head slightly back. It was incredibly gentle, San eyes searched Wooyoung's looking for any alarming signal. Wooyoung could tell how much San craved him, he could see it from the darkness of his eyes and even if it scared him a little bit he didn't pull away. He wanted that as much. Fingers brushed his jaw making him shiver and then San was leaning in, the gap dividing them closing incredibly fast but at the same time feeling like never ending.

"Sanie–" Wooyoung breathed and just like that whisper had allowed it their lips finally touched.

The hand in his hair pulled him closer as they angled their heads perfectly, puckered lips softly pressing together. San's own arms wrapped around Wooyoung's waist all while Wooyoung held San shirt in his hands like his life depended on it. Wooyoung shivered when he felt fingers tracing small circles on his lower back, a small noise left his throat, but he didn't pull away, in fact he melted into the touch. Why did that beautiful gesture made him so scared? Their lips moved together in sync, parting for a split second before returning, so soft and gentle. Innocent almost, like it was both their first time kissing someone. And in someways it was: San had kissed plenty, but it had never felt like kissing Wooyoung. He tilted his head slightly, hungry for the younger but as he tried to lick into his mouth he felt Wooyoung's body shake uncontrollably between his arms, fists pulling at his shirt with even more strength.

San immediately pulled away but he kept Wooyoung close, scared that he might faint or collapse for how vehemently his body was trembling. As soon as their lips disconnected Wooyoung panted hard, hands still gripping at San shirt, eyes closed. He hid his face on San shoulder as the older started caressing his back in soothing circles.

"Are you okay?" San asked worried, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–"

"You did nothing wrong" Wooyoung head snapped up, still teary eyes searching those of San, "I wanted it as much as you did, it's just that–" he paused looking for the right words, "It's so overwhelming sometimes that my body can't take it. But I like it a lot" and as he said so he pushed himself up, body finally standing on his tip-toes as he pressed his lips against those of San once again in a short chaste kiss.

"I like it too" San whispered stealing another small peck.

They walked to the middle of the field sitting on a small bench on the edge of the path, embraced in one another arms, exchanging sweet kisses and admiring the landscape in front of them.

"I can't believe you brought me inside the Iris field" Wooyoung chuckled after a while.

"I wish I can take you to the real thing one day" San kissed his head pulling him a bit closer, "Are you ready to go? There's still something I want to do"

"More surprises?" he giggled standing up and stretching, "Please don't make me cry more than I already have, it's embarrassing"

San laughed as he stood up as well, "I can't promise"

The ride was shorter this time as they reached the top of a hill not so far from the botanic garden. San parked in an empty slot in front of a fence. Compared to the previous location that place was full of people, many couples were hugging inside of their respective cars or leaning on the fence.

"What are we doing here?" Wooyoung questioned not understanding what the place was.

"Nothing, we wait" San smiled reclining his car seat so that he would be more comfortable, "The forecast said it would be around seven past six, so we still have half an hour"

Wooyoung didn't understand at first but as he looked in front of him he started to realize: the sun was slowly getting down, the light getting dimmer and turning into a beautiful shade of orange. Everyone was looking in silence, waiting for another day to end and hoping it would have done it in the best of ways.

The colors were slowly mending into different shades of orange, red and pink, the light reflecting on the small clouds painting the sky like it was a colorful canva. Time passed quickly as the sun moved every second closer to the horizon and just when it was a millimeter away from touching it San hand moved to hold Wooyoung's.

"I will remember today forever" Wooyoung whispered as he closed his fingers around San knuckles.

The beautiful show unfortunately passed quickly and before they could even realize it the sun had already disappeared behind the line. Cars started driving away, all the couples gathered there to witness that colorful moment were leaving, wrapping up their days. The last two people closed their car door and drove away a few minutes later when the sky started to get darker.

"Shall we leave too?" asked San fixing back up his reclined seat.

"I don't want this day to end just yet" Wooyoung pouted.

"Then let's just stay here a bit longer, yeah?" he clicked a button on the screen and immediately part of the car ceiling started to open up revealing a glass window facing the sky, "If we're lucky maybe we can spot a few stars" San smiled, pulling his body up and climbing on the back seat.

Wooyoung looked at him while he sat comfortably, head on the headrest looking up, fingers flying to the buttons of the shirt on his neck undoing one or two of them and sighting in relief. When he felt Wooyoung eyes on his he looked up, one eyebrow raising before he asked, "Are you joining me or you plan on just keep staring?" he chuckled making Wooyoung blush.

Wooyoung didn't bother to answer but just pulled his seat forward and climbed to the back, sitting next to San that immediately opened one arm to allow the younger to scoot closer to him. Wooyoung rested his head on San shoulder, his cologne inebriating him as soon as he breathed in. He couldn't help his face to slightly turn, nose sinking against San's neck to breath in again: his smell was addicting, always able to make Wooyoung feel grounded, safe. San smelled like peace and comfort to him, a smell so indescribably good that made his head spin.

"Thank you for today, Sanie" he smiled, face still buried against San skin that shivered slightly when he felt plump wet lips move.

"You keep thanking me, but I feel like I should be the one to be grateful" his hand raised to play with Wooyoung tiny ponytail, "You really help me escape, Woo... I wish I could live like this everyday" he sighted, feeling the heaviness of the coming day on his shoulders.

The sun had set, the sky was getting darker and a few not too bright starts could be already seen: the day ended and San knew way too well that in a few hours everything would go back to normal. And he wasn't ready to face it just yet. He had never felt like this before. He was scared. For the first time in his life he really had something that was making him look forward to the night to come, to easier moments where he could just lean down on the bed with someone between his arms. He had found his happiness in two big brown eyes and a little mole under one of them. And now that he did he was terrified to loose it again. He closed his eyes, trying to not focus on the weight suddenly suffocating him but it felt too heavy to ignore.

"Sanie" Wooyoung voice resounded in the silence of the car, his fingers caressing San jaw moving his head to face him, "It's just us right now, don't think about anything else. We will worry about it tomorrow. For now it's still just you and me"

"You and me..." repeated San like in a trance, unable to focus on anything else but the finger tracing lines on his face.

Wooyoung touched the corner of San lips as the older automatically opened his mouth, warm puffs of breath coming out in a quicker pace the closer Wooyoung moved. His index and middle brushed against the lower lip, so fast and lightly that for a second San thought it had been an accident but he couldn't finish to process that same fingertips were felt again, indulging, pressing on the plump lip just slightly. San opened his mouth more, the tip of his tongue shyly brushing against Wooyoung's fingers that gasped but didn't pull away. San moved his hand closing it around Wooyoung's wrist and keeping him close to his mouth as he started to kiss and kitten lick his fingers and knuckles, lips moving up and around reaching his palm and the hem of Wooyoung's shirt, teeth pulling the fabric up.

"S-san, I–" Wooyoung felt a wave of discomfort running through all his body when he spotted the pale lines of his scars peaking from the section of his wrist now uncovered.

He was about to pull away, tears already prickling at his eyes, heart thumping fast inside his chest but San moved again: lips closing around his wounds, kissing them softly, licking away the ghosts left by old unbearable pain. And Wooyoung couldn't do much but melt, his lips opening in a sight of relief as he let San manhandle him so that he was sitting on his thighs. He followed the path of those soft lips moving up and pushing more fabric away, kissing every inch of his skin, lingering with more passion where imperfections could be spotted. An old cut, the burn of a cigarette, scars belonging to a pain that he could barely remember in that moment. All he could feel was the warmth of San body against his, of his breath on his skin, healing, repairing his pieces back together with his lips.

The sleeve got stuck at his elbow and San grunted almost disappointed to not be able to taste more, but as he searched Wooyoung's eyes he found a confidence and a calm that he didn't expect, causing him to risk more. He closed his hand against Wooyoung's wrist pulling him down until their chests were pressed together, Wooyoung free hand flew to San shoulder to support his weight. San fingers moved to his hair, bending Wooyoung's head just slightly so that he had enough space for his lips to explore.

Wooyoung exhaled a breathy moan when he felt a wet tongue brushing against his neck, soon followed by teeth gently biting his skin, sending shivers down his spine and making the warmth expanding even more. A weird feeling started pooling in the lower part of his belly, like a sleepy desire in his veins was slowly awakening the more San tongue and lips touched him. The older was nibbling at his jaw and Wooyoung realized he couldn't control his breath anymore as he started panting heavily, head bent back to give San more space to move. And the older obliged, lips moving to Wooyoung's ear and as teeth lightly scraped his lobe Wooyoung jolted forward, hips brushing against those of San who responded with a loud moan. But as fast as it started everything stopped in less than a second. San body becoming incredibly rigid under Wooyoung.

"Woo– wait!" San panicked voice interrupted their flow. His hands flew to Wooyoung's shoulders pushing him slightly back, "Fuck! I'm sorry, I– This is so embarrassing, I didn't mean– I... I–" he was panting, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead.

"Sanie, it's okay!" Wooyoung tried to calm him down, fingers pushing his hair back.

"It's not! I wanted to take things slowly, I didn't want you to think that, that..." he rested his head against Wooyoung's shoulder with a low disappointed growl, "I don't want to be like the people that hurt you and pushed you to do something you didn't like. I don't want you to think that this is all I want because you mean so much to me, Woo. You don't even understand how much I care for you. It's just that... You're so beautiful and having you like this..."

"San-ah, please look at me" Wooyoung felt his heart throb inside his chest as he scooped San cheeks in his hands and noticed how sad his eyes were, "I will never think something so bad about you. You are the sweetest person I have ever met, you take care of me better than anyone else and I know that you will never use me like people did in the past. I trust you!"

"But..." Wooyoung shushed him with a kiss, lips pressing against lips with desperation, begging San to resume what they were doing, but San pulled back once again even if this time with less convinction, "I don't want to push you to do som– ngh!"

San had to bit his tongue when he felt Wooyoung lips on his neck and hips pressing down on him once again. And after all he was just a man and as Wooyoung started sucking on his skin with intention, keeping his head back he felt like he short-circuited. His brain melting into a scrambled mess unable to do much more but follow Wooyoung's lead that was kissing down his collarbone, detaching from his hot skin just to regain some breath.

All those small whimpers made Wooyoung shiver, he realized how much he had missed those cute sounds escaping San lips. Months before Wooyoung had stirred a similar one out of San unwillingly but it was nothing compared to the small noises San was making every time Wooyoung moved on top of him. Arousal growing in hot red waves between them as the older decided to take the matter in his hands once again when he pulled Wooyoung face up to kiss him. Tongues meeting halfway and teeth clashing in a wet mess. They were panting against each other mouths as their lips kept pressing against one another, sucking, biting, savoring each other with a hunger that none of them had experienced before. Wooyoung could feel San erection pressing hard against his and for the first time he felt the need to do something. The urge of having the older moan in pleasure thanks to his doings prevailed on any fear he was facing as he started to unbutton San pants.

"Wooyoung-ah!" San tried to speak as the younger kept searching his lips in a ravenous need, "You don't have to do that if–"

"But I want to Sanie" Wooyoung stopped his movements for a second, eyes searching those of San finding approval even before he could ask, "I want to give you pleasure, please let me"

"O-okay" San stuttered, sounding more scared than Wooyoung.

The zip came down smoothly as Wooyoung took hold of San pants and boxer together pulling them slightly down. His painfully hard dick sprung up slapping against his core as San threw his head back, one hand covering his face for the embarrassment as he grunted.

Wooyoung froze. He wanted it. He had never desired something so much in his life. But even if he wanted to he couldn't push himself to move. He could feel his heart thumping loud and his irregular breath coming out of his lungs. He was fucking scared. Terrified. He tried to move his hands still locked around the hem of San pants, he tried to touch him but he realized he was uncontrollably shaking. His lungs burnt and he hated himself. He wanted this so why he couldn't fucking do it? He blinked his eyes once, twice, trying to snap out of that discomfort he was falling into. So foolish of him to believe he could be healed, so stupid to hope he could be normal. Memories of a horrible past started flashing before his eyes and before he could even realize it he started to cry. His voice breaking in a flow of mumbled 'I'm sorry' and 'I can't'. The palms of his hands were pushed against his face, he felt so much hatred for himself that he wished he had the courage to hurt himself, to rip his eyes, to push his head against the window until the glass would break. He was horrible. He had pushed San so far and now he just couldn't take it. He was such a fool to believe he could be fixed, he was too broken to be saved.

"Oh baby please, please–" he heard San panicked voice before he realized his hands were holding him up, fingers pressing against his shoulders trying to not let him fall, "Woo please don't cry... It doesn't matter... Please, everything is fine"

One small piece at a time the reality came back crushing Wooyoung with all his weight as he removed his hands from his face: he was still on top of San who had somehow covered his body once again, his eyes were red and teary too as he tried to find contact with Wooyoung. And oh! It hurt even more. Not only he was broken and unable to move on with his life but with his malfunctioning he was causing somebody else pain. And not anybody's but San's.

"Wooie..." San cupped his cheeks trying to brush away unstoppable tears, kissing them softly and making Wooyoung ache even more, "Please, please, don't cry! I'm so sorry, Woo–" an ugly sob escaped San throat as one tear finally rolled down his cheek.

"N-no" Wooyoung could finally stutter, he didn't want to see San crying, not for something that he did, "Sa-sanie... You di-did nothing wrong. I p-pushed you into th-this"

San didn't reply, his eyes kept moving from left to right, peering into Wooyoung's. Wooyoung could tell that he was struggling to not break down, his gaze bearing a sadness and self-disappointment the younger had never seen before. Wooyoung felt guilt eating him from inside.

"I'm so sorry Sanie, I ruined our night" he sighted finally able to speak properly even if still crying.

"Don't say something like that ever again. You ruined nothing! I should have stopped you sooner, we shouldn't run before we can even walk. I don't want to rush anything Woo, these things can't be rushed, I understand how you're feeling and I don't want you to blame yourself for something that it's not at all your fault, okay? We will try again when you feel ready. And..." he paused, drying Wooyoung's last tears, "If you think you will never be ready I will still be the happiest to have you by my side"

"I will never ask you to be with me if– if I..." he couldn't push himself to say it out loud, he wanted to make love with San, he craved it, and the thought of not being able to do that ever scared him deeply.

"Than we will try our best to solve this problem, but we will take baby steps until you assure me you feel ready" San smiled warmly waiting for Wooyoung's approval who finally nodded trying to smile back, "Can I hug you?"

"Of course you can" Wooyoung chuckled drying his face completely before he threw his body forward, arms closing around San waist and head hiding in the crook of his neck, "You don't have to ask me permission for everything" he smiled feeling San arms closing around him.

"Oh is that so?" San chuckled, "When you put it that way then..."

Wooyoung felt warm lips against his hairline indulging in a soft kiss and he couldn't help but smile wider, head lifting to capture San mouth in his.

"Let's go home, yeah?" San whispered when they pulled apart.

The ride felt shorter than ever and when the house front door opened Wooyoung realized the day was actually coming to an end. He didn't want to greet San good night, he didn't want to leave and spend the night alone.

He shifted on his feet in front of his room but San seemed to have the same feeling because even before Wooyoung could say anything he spoke: "I know we said to take baby steps but..." he scratched his head embarrassed, "Last night I slept so soundly like I didn't in ages, I was wondering if you wanted to–"

"I was about to ask you the same" Wooyoung finished for him and as he did he could spot that dimpled smile that he loved so much opening on San's face in the dim light.

"Let me wash up and wear something more comfortable. I know you liked my last morning look but it's horrible to sleep in a shirt"

Wooyoung chuckled and opened his door, "I will leave it open and wait for you"

During their way home Wooyoung felt so tired and sleepy that he had dozed off for a while but now, showered and ready to go to sleep, leaning on his bed and waiting for San he felt more awake then ever. His heart was still beating crazily fast inside his chest and he kept jolting at every little noise, eyes flying to the door every ten seconds. After five minutes or so he heard a soft knock before he saw it actually open and San walk in. The older boy was wearing a cute blue pajama with a small pocket on its upper left side with a wolf drawn on it, his hair weren't styled and fell in front of his eyes in a fluffy washed mess, his cheeks still a bit reddened from the hot shower. Wooyoung couldn't bite back the smile that appeared on his lips. He felt special and grateful that he was the chosen one to witness this version of San, so cute and innocent that made him doubt that the boy in front of him was actually a mafia boss.

"What are you reading?" asked San noticing a book between Wooyoung's hands when he climbed under the blankets.

"Huh?" he looked at the white cover with a creepy dark swimming pool drawn on it, "Oh... Nothing actually! I found it on your shelves and I thought the title was kinda catchy but I haven't even started" honestly he had completely forgotten he had a book in his hands his little brain too caught up in thinking about the boy now laying next to him.

"The origin of species, it's a great book, won't let you sleep at night though" he stated.

Wooyoung smiled and put it back on his bedside table, it could be the most interesting book but he had no intentions of reading at that moment. He switched off his lamp and let his body get closer to San. The older immediately wrapping his arms around him holding him close.

"I missed you" Wooyoung whispered in the dark.

"I haven't been away for that long"

"I still missed you" Wooyoung pouted pressing his face against San chest and inhaling the smell of his body wash.

"I need to make it up to you then" even if Wooyoung couldn't see it he felt the smirk on San lips.

"Mmmh and how do you plan to do it?" Wooyoung teased pushing his face up getting dangerously close to San's.

"How about this?"

"This wha–" but he didn't get to manage the rest of his sentence out, but that's only because San's mouth was already pressed against his.

Wooyoung could just let himself melt, San's hand carefully curling around the back of his neck and a soft sigh against his lips. They had kissed plenty that day, but still Wooyoung couldn't ignore the pit forming at the base of his stomach every time San pressed against him. He opened his mouth, aching to have more. San tasted like fresh toothpaste, but there was something more behind it– Relief. Safety. Home. Wooyoung felt it all flow through his body in a warm wave. He couldn't help the little shaking his body did when he realized it but strong hands held him tightly, keeping him close.

The warmth in his belly kept expanding and he felt like his chest was going to explode. He was being kissed breathlessly but when San pulled away he couldn't help but whine at the loss.

San chuckled when he heard that sound leaving his mouth, his thumb pressed under his lower lip where it shined in the dark, "More?" he asked.

"More" and the thumb moved to his jaw bringing him close once again, lips clashing with passion.

He didn't know for how long it went on. It could have been minutes, hours, decades—all Wooyoung knew was that San was there. Hands in hair. Lips on skin. A little bit of teeth, chests heaving with sighs and gasps of their names. It was desperate, but in a good way that made his heart throb and his stomach clench: it felt right. He didn't know for how long it went on but it felt too soon when a last soft kiss was pressed against the corner of his mouth. San backed away and even if it was dark Wooyoung could spot his cheeks blushing. When he realized it was because of him he felt the need to close that gap once again.

"San–", he breathed.

He clawed at the collar of the others shirt, the need to feel him even closer, even more directly on himself became more and more unbearable from each second that passed.

They were breathing heavily against each other's mouths, Wooyoung couldn't think straight anymore, he felt dizzy with so much desire but at the same time he was scared to act. Terrified he would break apart like a few hours before. San could see the panic in his eyes as he clunched his fists around his shirt, pulling him close but not being able to move any further than that. His breathing was erratic, warm puffs kept hitting San lips making him want to just close that gap once again. He noticed how Wooyoung felt calmer and relaxed when he was the one touching him and kissing him. His body kept shaking when San hands where on him but it felt different from the scaring almost like convulsions that took over Wooyoung's body in the car. He started wondering if...

"Woo, what if..." San breathed against his mouth, his hand moved but so slowly in a warm path that trailed down Wooyoung's body, from his jaw, tracing the veins on his neck and down his chest stopping just above his heart where it was hammering so fast and loud, "How does it feel?" San asked his thumb brushing against the fabric of Wooyoung's shirt in soothing circles.

Wooyoung whined arching his body against San hand until his fingers teased his half-hard nipple and making the boy moan, his eyes closing, teeth biting his lower lip. San admired how the small beauty mark disappeared as Wooyoung chewed on it. It was a mesmerizing view, but San knew he needed him to be vocal, to make sure he was feeling alright and not just caught in the bliss of the moment.

He moved his hand back up, holding his head just below Wooyoung's ear while his thumb caressed the sharp jaw, "Wooyoungie, I need you to answer my question" he whispered trying to catch the younger's attention.

"Huh?" Wooyoung looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

"How do you feel when I touch you like this? Is this too overwhelming?" San asked again, speaking slowly and starting to move against Wooyoung's skin once again. He kissed Wooyoung's neck just above his pulse point, tongue tasting the sweated skin and moving down to his collarbone. Wooyoung oversize shirt slipped down one shoulder showing the pale mark of a thick scar and San istinctively pressed his lips on it. If he could he would have mended them all, he wished he could just take the traces of that old painful past away with his kisses.

Wooyoung responded with a breathy moan, one of his hands raising to San hair, caressing him and keeping him in place at the same time, "It's n-not. Feels healing" he could mumbled as words came out of his mouth which felt like full of rubber.

Healing.

San repeated the word in his mind, a warm wave flowing inside of him knowing that part of Wooyoung suffering was forgotten when he kissed him, "Can I touch you more?" San asked, his hand moving back again on Wooyoung's chest not teasingly but with all the softness he was capable of. San was always so caring with him, so sweet and slow, treating Wooyoung like the most precious and fragile thing, his hands and lips going down on him with calm, listening to how the boy responded. Studying his body, his brething, how his voice changed based on how San moved. It felt good, Wooyoung brain going numb, his body feeling light and so hot at the same time.

"P-please" Wooyoung stuttered unable to control his voice anymore, he just melted under San hands, trusting him completly.

San kept kissing him with soft pecks wherever Wooyoung's skin was visible as his hand moved down slowly, caressing his sides in electric motions, "Baby–" he whispered to his ear waiting for Wooyoung to open his eyes, he hummed softly signaling he was listening, "I want you to immediately stop me if it gets too overwhelming or you feel any discomfort, okay?" San kissed the corner of his mouth and Wooyoung wished he just deepened that kiss once again, "I will go slowly, yeah?"

Wooyoung understood he was waiting for him to answer so he just opened his lips and let a low 'yes' escape. It was all it took for San to start moving again, his hand flying down to the hem of Wooyoung shirt brushing against his upper tigh. San played with it for a second before his fingers creeped under the soft fabric, tips brushing against warm skin as Wooyoung whined. His body was hot, goosebumps erupting on the skin as San palm pressed against Wooyoung's soft tummy, fingers tracing the lines of his barely outlined abs and going back up to his chest. When the younger's body arched once again, responding to San fingers so quickly he couldn't hold back any longer. Wooyoung lips were just millimeters away from his, mouth agape in soft breathy moans, half-lidded eyes that kept desperately searching for San's and that closed completly when they noticed San gaze moving to his mouth. San closed the small gap still dividing them kissing Wooyoung with passion, tongue rolling languidly over the other's lower lip before he took it between his teeth to pull just slightly.

"Oh my sweet baby–" he breathed out feeling Wooyoung moan again at the nickname, "being so good for me" San continued, fingers moving to Wooyoung's back and immediately feeling the bumps of his scars under his touch. Wooyoung body went suddenly rigid, his eyes blowing wide as he opened his mouth.

"San-ah" his voice trembled, "I-I don't want you to touch me there" he whispered tinily.

"Why not?" asked San, his hand immediately moving away though and focusing on Wooyoung's front once again, his mouth closing around his collarbone and kissing it softly.

"It's ugly" the whisper was so low and insecure that San felt his heart break, both his hands immediately stopping their motion to fly to Wooyoung cheeks, holding him dearly and making sure he was looking into San eyes.

"There's nothing about you that can be called ugly" he whispered back making sure words arrived.

"Don't you hate them?" bigger hands overlapped his.

"Hate? I don't. I don't like how they make you remember something horrible, something you didn't deserve at all. I wish I could erase them if it would make you fell better. But I will kiss every part of you, those that you believe to be broken as well. I will kiss them until they don't hurt anymore. There's no part of you that I don't love, Woo"

Love.

Tears escaped from the corners of Wooyoung's eyes as he kept staring at San speechless.

Love. Love. Love.

San brushed them away before he kissed the corner of Wooyoung eyes preventing more to slip down. Lips moving to his cheeks, to his nose and finally to his lips, pressing softly. It felt like he was trying to pour his words into that kiss and Wooyoung just felt his heart flip inside his chest.

I'm in love with you. He wanted to scream but he didn't. He just locked one of his hands around San wrist, pulling his touch down, under his shirt once again and then to his back, fingers tracing the lines of the big scars. You can, his eyes were screaming. Wooyoung shivered and inhaled deeply to ground himself. But San felt different from what he had expected, he couldn't really say he felt completly comfortable with that touch, but it felt somehow good, warm and soft, the constant hitch he felt when he was touched there completly disappearing and leaving space to something calmer, undescribable. San tried to not linger for too long on the scars though. He flattended his plam on Wooyoung's lower back where the flesh was less mangled and he immediately felt Wooyoung's body relax a bit. He pressed down, the younger's body always perfectly reacting to him, moving as he had imagined he would, pushing his hips forward and making them brush against those of San. A gasp left the plump lips before San kissed his breath away again. The hand held him there as San thrusted up, he could feel the younger hard erection bump against his, grinding slowly and hard as Wooyoung threw his head back into another moan.

"S-sanie–" he called desperate, nails pressing down San shoulder, "F-feels– ngh... Feels weird" he managed to say while San abused the skin on his neck, a warm pool forming at the base of his tummy.

"Want me to stop?" lips brushing against the hot skin.

"No!" he gasped as he arched more, looking for that increbily hot friction again, "I like it" he whined feeling San body against his.

San just hummed, his hand rolling down Wooyoung's thight holding it just under his knee and moving the leg around his waist making their bodies collide even more if possible. In that position it was easier for San to move Wooyoug however he pleased, making him hump against his side until he heard him cry in pleasure again, his hips soon starting moving by themselves in a crazy need.

"Hah! San, i-it tickles..." he whispered between moans, "Feels so hot and tickles so much"

"What tickles, baby?" San asked, teeths gently closing around Wooyoung's earlobe.

Wooyoung whined almost embarassed, hips moving forward once again before he found the courage, "Down..." another gasp, "D-down here" he finally replied, his hand moving in between of their bodies and falling just a little above his dick, "I n-need..."

San felt like he would loose all his self-control hearing Wooyoung cry in pleasure and squirm against his body, he was painfully hard himself, he felt like his cock was going to explode if he didn't touch himself that second. Wooyoung kissed him, so hungry and desperate, lips and teeth clashing while he kept humping against San in search of that so needed release.

"Woo" San called between kisses, "Let me touch you" mouths devouring each other once again, "Let me take care of you, will you?"

Wooyoung wanted to reply, but his brain was in a mashed chaos, mouth numb, he could just nodd his head frantically, his cock screaming a series of yes! yes! yes! yes! when he felt San hand move his away and replace it with his own just above the hem of his pants. Oh, god! Yes! Touch me, touch me, touch me! But San was moving painfully slowly, fingers playing with the strings, untying the knot, fingers creeping just slightly under the hem and pulling it down. Wooyoung didn't know if it was because of the open window or for San hand now so close to his now free erected member pressing against his stomach but he shivered violently.

"Stop me if you don't like this" San said in a voice that sounded almost like a growl.

Wooyoung was about to say something but he couldn't because his brain short-cicuited when he felt San hand wrap around his cock, thumb teasing the tip, spreading precum all over it and making Wooyoung moan desperately. San closed his mouth around his lips trying to muffle his loud noises as he kept pumping his fist at a stable pace. But Wooyoung began to thrust, shallow and slow into his fist, unable to stay still anymore. San moved his thumb and began to softly swirl it around the head of Wooyoung's cock, sighing contently when he felt Wooyoung throb and drip.

"Ah..." Wooyoung whined, fingers gripping tighter into San's shoulder.

Oh that view! It went straight to San cock that felt himself leak into his pants as he stared at the deshivled mess Wooyoung was becoming under his touch, he couldn't see clearly since the dim light of the room but he was sure he was blushing, skin feeling too hot to not be, San bit his lip trying to muffle his own moans but one unwillingly left his mouth when Wooyoung squirmed a bit too strongly against his body, his thigh pushing agaist the tent growing on his pants. Wooyoung opened his eyes and their gaze met. It was Wooyoung the one that broke the contact first, too embarassed to look at San for longer, he threw his head back, letting his eyes slip shut and enjoying the intense pleasure feeling that knot at the base of his stomach getting every second tighter.

San stayed watching his face contort and little moans and pleasure spill from his lips as he began to properly fuck into his fist. His thrusts were getting rougher now, precum wetting San palm as he kept moving with intention.

"Sanie-aaah!" Wooyoung called him after a while, "f-feels so good! So, so good!" he was a moaning mess. San was painfully hard and when Wooyoung thigh pressed against his cock again he didn't think twice. His other hand freed his erection bringing it close to Wooyoung's as he started jerking them both into his fist. Wooyoung gasped feeling the new contact and his head flew back down, half-lidded eyes staring at the scene and moaning openly when his tip slipped against San lenght.

"Ngh– Oh, god, San-ah!" he cried out when he felt a warm pool getting every second bigger, it felt like he was going to explode for the pleasure. It was weird, a feeling that he had never felt before taking over all his body, "S-san-aaaah... W-what– aaah!" he couldn't formulate properly anymore as he tried his best to keep at bay that urge he felt growing inside of him, getting almost painful.

"It's all right Woo, let it go! I'm close to..." San could breath out in between soft moans.

Hearing San giving him permission was enough to let it go, Wooyoung felt a strong spasm hitting his whole body, a warm liquid wave leaving his cock as he came all over San hand and dick, a string of San and god names leaving his mouth. San didn't last much longer: hearing Wooyoung orgasm and feeling his cum hitting his skin was enough for him to climax too in a low growl. He kept pumping his fist helping both of them to ride their high until he felt Wooyoung's body squirm under his hand.

They layed next to each other, legs still entangled as they tried to regain their breaths. They didn't speak, San just stood up, pulling Wooyoung with him. His legs shook alarmingly but before he could fall under his own weight strong arms lifted him. Wooyoung crossed his arms around San neck and through the dim light he was sure he could see them sparkle. Words of love and promises surfaced against his lips but he realized that no words were enough to express what he was feeling at that moment so he better thought showing it in the only way he could. Wooyoung angled his head as he pulled San down in a slow passionate kiss that made his stomach crunch. They kissed for long even while San started walking to the bathroom direction, opening the door and leaving Wooyoung on the basin. They detached just when San moved away to find a small towel. He put it under the stream of warm water before he approached Wooyoung again.

"I will need you to get rid of those" he said to Wooyoung ear in a lovely whisper as he pointed to his stained pants and briefs.

Wooyoung nodded and he helped San to let the garnment slip down his legs. San started kissing him again, never looking down while he cleaned the younger and Wooyoung shiness thanked him for that. Then he stripped down too as he cleaned his hand and body.

"Can I borrow one of your shorts?" he chuckled looking at his pajamas now completly ruined.

New clean bed sheets welcomed Wooyoung exhausted body as San layed him down. He sighted against his pillow waiting for San to be next to him before he moved to hug him close. They found themselves wrapped in each other's arms tightly, like they might otherwise somehow loose the other during the night. There was no need for words, their hearts were speaking loud enough for both as their breathing became stable and they drifted out to sleep.

A/N

This chapter is sooooo long but I wanted it to be since I haven't updated in decades.
It was very hard to find the good inspiration, but I guess I can say I'm satisfied enough with what came out in the end.

It finally happened, huh? How do you feel about it?

I hope you liked the chapter and sorry again for taking so long ❤️