Wooyoung was pulled out of the car before the door had even opened all the way.

San pulled him to an elevator and inserted a keycard to get it open. Once inside he pressed a button for the 44th floor.

The elevator started to move at the same time that San pressed Wooyoung against the wall and connected their lips again.

It made the younger's heart race and he let out a soft moan.

San started to unbutton his shirt, but stopped part way down and stepped back, biting his lip as he admired his work. He lifted his hand up and ran it over Wooyoung's bare chest. "You look so sexy like this. It suites you baby." He purred, flicking his eyes up to meet Wooyoung's. "The leopard print just adds to the entire look."

Wooyoung felt his jaw drop a little as his gut flipped.

San seemed to know the effect he was having on the younger because he leaned forward and placed an open mouthed kiss right on the center of his chest.

It earned him a gasp and he looked up with what could only be described as a smug smirk. "Are you ok, Youngie?"

Wooyoung didn't even know what to say, and thankfully he didn't have to say anything because the elevator dinged and the door slid open.

Now he understood why San needed the keycard.

He lived in the penthouse of the building. The elevator had opened up into a large foyer that was neatly decorated grey and black theme. It opened up into a kitchen with a large island. Everything looked neat and organized.

And the view... it was incredible. The city sparkled in front of them as he gazed through the all glass window.

Wooyoung felt very out of place as he looked around. He didn't belong here.

He shivered when he felt San wrap his arms around his waist. "What's the matter?" He whispered before kissing Wooyoung's neck.

"N-Nice p-place." The younger said.

San chuckled and ran his hands up Wooyoung's side. "Relax baby. This isn't even the best room."

Wooyoung gulped and he felt himself growing hard, putting pressure in his skinny jeans. He let San pull him down the hall and into an ornate bedroom that continued the grey and black theme. The large bed at the center of the room seemed to call to him, and his heart started to race.

"I said relax." The older whispered, running his hands down Wooyoung's arms, side, and finally looping one around to trace his length.

Wooyoung jolted in response and closed his eyes. It had been too long... And his last experience wasn't a proud moment for him.

His nerves started to rise a little, but he did his best to push them aside as he spun around and smashed his lips against San's.

They both groaned as it became all teeth and tongue.

A hunger rose in Wooyoung. He would fight through his nerves. He could do this.

San started pushing them closer to the bed, but stopped a few feet away as he pulled back. "I hate to get you out of these sexy clothes, but I have to see what you're hiding underneath." He started to undo the rest of Wooyoung's shirts, popping each button out with one hand. This allowed his other one to still trace the outline of Wooyoung's length.

It made the younger rotate his hips a little and he fought to keep from closing his eyes.

A hand ran down his now exposed chest and stomach, sending a chill down his spine.

San's other hand went a little higher to start working at Wooyoung's jeans while pushing the shirt so it fell off his shoulders.

"God..." San gasped. "Where have you been hiding?"

Wooyoung opened his eyes to find another smirk on the older's face. But this one was hungry as he started unbuttoning his own shirt.

When that two was on the floor, the pair locked eyes, although it was hard for Wooyoung to keep them there.

"I'll ask you this only once. Are you sure you're ok with this?" San lifted a hand to gently grab Wooyoung's chin with his thumb and forefinger.

There was a slight moment of hesitation when Wooyoung questioned the fact that he barely even knew San.

And yet he found himself nodding and whispering, "Yes."

San closed the distance between them in an instant, slamming their lips together once more.

Wooyoung's hands found his back and started running all over the bare skin. He could feel the goosebumps appearing at the first touch, and it made him dig his nails in a little as San started forcing him backward.

His knees hit the bed and he fell back, knocking the air out of his lungs at the sudden force. But he was able to keep his eyes open and watched as San started to pull down his own pants.

Wooyoung froze for just a second to watch before he too squirmed on the bed and undressed himself.

San was stunning. His slim body still rippled with muscles, showing he took time to go to the gym, and his length stood proud with want. "Like what you see?" He asked, running his thumb over his lip and tilting his head back.

"Are you always this confident?" Wooyoung asked, trying to hide the fact that he wanted nothing more than for San to pound him into the mattress.

The older saw right through it though from the look in his eyes.

"Only when I know I'm about to get what I want." San's voice was deep and husky as he crawled onto the bed, forcing Wooyoung to lay back and look at him. "And right now, that's you Wooyoung. I always get what I want."

"And what if I had said no?" Wooyoung said, feeling the urge to tease San.

The older just chuckled and started sucking on Wooyoung's neck. His tongue felt so good as it brushed against his skin, and Wooyoung found himself tilting his head to give him more access. "I knew you wouldn't." He whispered.

San squeezed Wooyoung's waist with one hand before lowering himself so he was laying on top of the younger. He twisted their legs together so he could force Wooyoung's open while he tangled his fingers in the black hair on the younger's head. All while trailing slow, open mouthed kisses along his neck.

Wooyoung let out a small sigh, loving the feeling. Then he yelped when San bit down on his collarbone at the same time he rocked his hips.

Fire shot through him as his body jolted. It had been so long since he had been touch, and now the weight of San's body was rendering him useless. But it didn't stop him from dragging his nails down San's back.

"You feel so good beneath me baby." San purred before sucking on the place he had just marked with his teeth.

Wooyoung groaned as he tried to arch his back off the bed. But the man on top of him prevented him from doing that.

San continued to pepper his skin with kisses, as if he was savoring every touch and taste. He rotated his hips slowly, making their bare lengths rub against each other. Just that simple act threatened to send Wooyoung over the edge. Everything San did to him made him feel like he was going insane.

He moaned when San connected their lips again. It was full of passion and need as he started to increase the pace of his rocking. One hand cupped the side of Wooyoung's face the other went down and started to circle his entrance.

"Sannie..." Wooyoung whimpered when his lips were freed.

The older chuckled and started to move down Wooyoung's body. He placed kisses on every surface he could reach, then kitten licked the tip of Wooyoung's length.

"F-Fuck!" Wooyoung jolted and a hand found San's perfect blonde hair. When he pulled it earned him a grunt from San, but the older got the message because he started to suck on just the tip.

Wooyoung groaned as he felt San's tongue run in circles around him and then back and forth over his slit. He started to buck his hips a little, but San reached up and pinned them to the bed as he continued his teasing.

"S-San... Please!" Wooyoung whimpered, shaking his head back and forth. He didn't realize how much he wanted to feel the warmth around his length until right now when he was being denied it.

The older chuckled as he started to take more of Wooyoung into his mouth. The vibrations made him jolt again. Then he started to pick up the pace while also rubbing the outside of Wooyoung's thighs.

Wooyoung tugged on San's hair again, trying to get him to go down a little deeper.

He was pleasantly surprised when he didn't meat any resistance and San seemed to do it with ease.

But then all too soon, San popped off and let out a breathy laugh.

Wooyoung peered down at him and felt his stomach flip at the look of San's swollen lips and spit covered jaw. He looked so sexy like that. Especially with his messed up hair.

San slowly crawled onto the bed again and they both adjusted so they were laying on it side by side. He claimed Wooyoung's mouth once more and inhaled sharply through his nose as he pulled Wooyoung on top of him.

Once more their hands started to roam, and Wooyoung took it upon himself to take a turn grinding.

San hissed at the feeling and gripped Wooyoung's hips, guiding him in the desired direction.

There was something about San controlling even this that drove Wooyoung crazy. And that's feeling what heightened when he felt San's hands move from his hips to his ass. He moaned as San massaged him, still guiding how he rocks his hips.

"You're fucking gorgeous. Has anyone ever told you that?" San said, his voice low and raspy,

"I should be the only asking you that." Wooyoung sat up a little and placed his hands on San's chest. "You're... Perfect." He finished, unable to find a better word to describe him.

San seemed to blush under the praise before his eyes narrowed a little. "I hope you're ready." He said, then switched them around so fast Wooyoung felt like he could get whiplash. Once again pinned on the bed, Wooyoung watched as San started to suck on his own fingers. His lips were still a little swollen as he locked eyes with the younger while slurping greedily.

Wooyoung licked his lips and spread his legs in an open invitation. He saw San's length twitch in response, and the older immediately brought a finger to Wooyoung's entrance and started to push it in.

They locked lips once more as San started to work him, stretching and prepping him for what was gong to happen next.

As second finger was added, and they started moving at a brutal pace, turning Wooyoung into a whimpering mess as he fisted San's hair.

When a third finger was added, San grabbed Wooyoung's waist and spun him around once more, while keeping his fingers inside.

This made the younger cry out  and jolt forward and the sudden twisting sensation.

San leaned over after another moment and grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand. The snap of the cap made Wooyoung wince slightly, then he whimpered at the empty feeling when San withdrew his fingers.

He glanced over his shoulder when he heard the wet sound that came from San stroking his own member, sound even wetter as the condom he was wearing shifted around.

Without saying anything, San lined himself up and started to push himself inside.

The stretch made Wooyoung hiss at first and he scrunched up his face. But he relaxed when San started running a hand along his spine. He continued to push in, not giving Wooyoung much time to adjust, but not going to the point where he caused a lot of pain either.

He was having a hard time hiding how anxious he was.

And oddly enough, Wooyoung was ok with that. Almost as soon as San had himself hilt deep, Wooyoung wiggled his hips and whimpered.

San let out a low growl as he pulled out and rammed himself back in.

The force pushed Wooyoung's chest into the bed and he cried out. Stars flashed before his eyes each time San thrust back into him.

"G-God, Youngie! You're so f-fucking tight!" San grunted as he squeezed Wooyoung's hips. "F-Feel so good!"

Wooyoung bit his lip for just a second then gasped when San lifted up one of his legs so he could thrust down into the younger. It made it so San nailed his prostate each time. Wooyoung's moans got higher and higher in pitch the longer San continued.

"S-S-Sa... AH!" Wooyoung screamed at the next thrust and fisted the sheets.

"That's right! Say it louder!" San groaned and he gripped Wooyoung even harder, making the younger worry about possible bruises.

"SAN!"

The couple kept at it for a few more minutes. The headboard slammed against the wall and Wooyoung became so lost in pleasure that he couldn't even get a sound out.

All that mattered was the way San's hips slammed against his own, and the was he continually filled his insides.

"S-S... Clo..." Wooyoung grunted, trying to tilt his head enough to look back at San.

The older's head was tilted back, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead and the right side of his upper lip was curled up just a little in pleasure.

That sight alone send Wooyoung over the edge. He sprayed the sheets below him, not even caring that he had reached his peak untouched, as San thrust into him a few more times.

Then San groaned and rotated his hips in time with the pulsing of his length as he filled the condom.

He sat there for a moment, then slowly pulled out and rotated Wooyoung onto his side so he didn't lie down on the wet spot on the bed.

Wooyoung panted heavily as he heard San moving around the room and water start somewhere nearby. He smiled when he felt San lift him from the bed and carry him into the bathroom.

"Are you ok?" The older asked as he caressed Wooyoung's cheek.

All he could do was nod in response.

San opened up the glass door to his shower and set Wooyoung down on a seat that had been built into the wall before stepping out of the shower.

Water fell from the ceiling in a lazy stream that made Wooyoung feel like he was sitting in the rain. It felt nice on his still tingling body and he elected to just sit there and enjoy.

He was glad he did, because San was back a short time later and was crouching in front of him, rubbing his legs slowly.

"That was amazing." Wooyoung whispered, smiling softly at San. "Thank you."

San's eyes grew wide before he leaned forward and kiss Wooyoung. He kept it slow, almost loving, before pulling Wooyoung up to stand.

The stream of water rolled over both their bodies as they enjoyed the slow kisses and running their hands over each other for a little while longer.

After washing up, they both towel dried themselves and San led Wooyoung back to the bedroom.

He noticed the comforter had been changed and was pulled back to welcome them for the night.

The sheets were a dark shade of grey and made out of the softest silk Wooyoung had ever felt. The bed itself enveloped them as San pulled him close.

Wooyoung hummed and wrapped and arm around San's waist while nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He could already feel himself drifting off and the light kisses being left on his head.

"Goodnight, Youngie." San whispered, tightening his grip.

"Night, Sannie." Wooyoung mumbled, smiling as it felt like he sank even deeper into the bed. And into San's warm embrace.