WARNING - DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT! OKAY! BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING ELSE THAN THAT OKAY BYE!

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There's something 'bout you, baby
There's nothing like the way you get me high
You got a heart from Heaven
But you're burning like Hell

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YEOSANG

"I don't want to be alone tonight," San whispers and Yeosang's heartbeat increases significantly.

The look in the dark eyes is burning into his, making him want things he shouldn't even be thinking of.

But he doesn't want to be alone tonight either, or any night at all for that matter. However, choosing between being alone and being with San is not a choice he thought he'd ever have to make. While staring into San's eyes, everything that happened on New Year's is slowly coming back to him. The feeling of San's lips, his hands touching Yeosang places he hadn't been touched in a long time. Everything.

The air thickens around them as they stand there so close to each other, and Yeosang is starting to feel quite dizzy. And feeling San's fingers slowly running through his hair, tickling him down his neck, is not making things any easier.

Yeosang doesn't even like San that way, he just likes to occasionally look at him, but he can't deny the craving for feeling another person close to him. It's been so long, and he needs it – he really, really needs it.

With a trembling hand he lets his fingers stroke along San's perfect jawline, watching as the dark eyes in front of him lighten up by the touch. San parts his lips only to close them together again, and Yeosang likes that the older for once has run out of things to say.

"Me neither," Yeosang whispers against San's lips before pulling him into a kiss.

Despite Yeosang taking the first initiative, San soon takes over as being the dominant one and Yeosang lets go of a half-choked gasp when their tongues find each other and his body is pressed harder against the wall. Every single part of him tickling from anticipation.

A moan of pure lust is escaping Yeosang's lips when he feels San's hands move down to place a firm grip around his hips, holding him in place as their bodies grind against each other.

San breaks the kiss and takes a step back. He runs his fingers through his dark hair, biting his lower lip while looking at Yeosang who is leaning against the wall; hair messy, lips wet and breathing heavily.

"Damn, you look good like this," San says, licking his lips before dragging Yeosang to the bed.

The mattress bounces lightly as Yeosang is pushed onto it, with San getting on top of him right away. Their impatient hands are dragging each other's clothes off, soon revealing the skin that is screaming to be touched. Yeosang wraps his arms around San's neck, pulling him down to let their lips lock onto each other again as the rest of their clothes are thrown onto the floor.

A deep, lewd moan escapes into San's mouth when he pushes Yeosang's legs apart with his knee and their naked bodies meet for the first time. Yeosang throws his head backwards into the pillow, gasping for air as he feels San's hard erection move against his own.

San lays his hand under Yeosang's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. With a smirk he let's his thumb run over Yeosang's lower lip, pushing the tip inside to make the lips part before pressing his own onto them again, his soft tongue diving into Yeosang's mouth at the very same time. 

"I'm going to make you come all night, baby," San whispers as he pulls away, his dark eyes glowing with desire.

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"A-ah, San, oh... My God!" Yeosang arches his back and his voice turns into a high-pitched whimper as he climaxes onto the sheets under his trembling body.

San surely seems to keep his word so far, his fingers still tightly wrapped around Yeosang's tender, dripping member, making sure that the younger feels every single second of his first orgasm that night. Yeosang bites his lower lip, hard, his body ready to collapse onto the bed if it wasn't for San holding him up by the hips, continuously thrusting into him hitting the exact same spot he did when Yeosang came only seconds ago.

"Mmh, fuck, you're so tight," San pants heavily behind him. "You feel so fucking amazing around my cock."

"D-don't talk like that," Yeosang whines into a loud moan as San hits him inside even deeper, and his fingernails dig into the soft skin at Yeosang's hips.

Yeosang buries his face into the pillow, ashamed that it turns him on to be talked to like that. He had finished faster than he had wanted to, it has definitely been too long since he last had sex. But despite his own embarrassment it doesn't seem to bother San at all, actually it seems quite opposite.

"You sound amazing when you come. I can't wait to hear that happen over and over..."

San's words are making Yeosang's head spin even more than it already is. The raspy voice is flowing into his ears, causing a wild, electrifying rush to storm through him.

"... and over," San breathes against Yeosang's neck as he leans down, placing a wet kiss onto the younger's warm, sweating skin.

It doesn't take long before Yeosang feels himself getting hard again. Everything that San does, from the way his voice deepens when he whispers those vulgar words to the way he fucks Yeosang so mind-blowingly rough, is the most intense experience Yeosang has ever had in his entire life.

"Oh... You like this, baby?" San asks as his hand once again moves to Yeosang's front, feeling how the hardening member is growing in his hand once again. "Do you like to feel me so deep inside of you?"

Yeosang bites his lip, trying to prevent himself from becoming an even bigger, moaning mess. But his attempt of doing so fails within seconds. San suddenly pulls out, flipping Yeosang around to lie on his back instead. The sheet is sticking to his back from his own body fluids spread across it, but he doesn't care at all at this point.

San positions himself on his knees between Yeosang's legs, pulling him up by the hips before pushing himself inside again. Yeosang chokes on his own moan, closing his eyes briefly by the combination of pain and pleasure that runs through him.

"I guess your mouth doesn't even have to answer me, your body is doing it for you," San smirks.

"Don't look a-at me," Yeosang whimpers, covering his face with his hands, "I look like a mess."

"No, baby," San leans down over him, his lips brushing against Yeosang's ear, "and I want to see your face when you scream my name."

Yeosang wants to complain, but can't seem to keep focus for even a few seconds, his vision clouding up each time San pulls out only to fill him up again a second later. Yeosang pushes his wet hair away from his heated, sweaty forehead, daring to take a peek at San. And God, does that man look great. His dark hair, which is usually styled just perfectly, is for once all messed up, his head tilted a little backwards, eyes closed and his lips are slightly parted while he pants with heavy breathing. His warm skin is glistening in the glow from the lamp on the nightstand, making him look even more dreamy.

When San opens his eyes and meets Yeosang's, his lips curl up into a playful smile and a deep moan forces itself over Yeosang's lips when San increases the speed, pounding into him even harder than before. Yeosang's body is responding to the pleasure, his hips rolling by themselves, riding the waves of the overwhelming desire to feel San inside him forever.

"S-San... Ah~ that feels so good..." Yeosang's voice is struggling to come out, his throat starting to feel dry from the endless stream of moans that are pushing their way out.

Suddenly he feels his body being pulled up from the mattress. San has grabbed him by the arms, dragged him up to sit on top instead. Yeosang immediately throws his arms around San's neck, pressing his lips onto San's at the same time. Their tongues connect again and the kisses quickly turn sloppy as both are panting heavily into each other's mouths.

San takes a firm grip around Yeosang's hips, holding the younger's body still as he thrusts himself all the way inside. Yeosang swallows a moan when it happens, letting his head drop backwards, his hair dripping drops of sweat down his back.

"Ride me, baby," San whispers against Yeosang's neck, before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin.

The pain from the bite is streaming through Yeosang's body, blending in with the pleasure and adding to the euphoric state he wishes he never has to leave again. Slowly, he runs his fingers through San's hair, tugging it each time their bodies slam together.

San hasn't come yet, but Yeosang feels like he could finish a second time already. His moans are turning into impatient, begging whimpers when San teases him with his fingers, touching him just lightly around his throbbing, awaiting member.

Each and every time San thrusts into him, Yeosang fears he might just come right there. Despite really wanting to, he also really doesn't - too nervous that his body will be too exhausted afterwards to go on. And he definitely wants more, a lot more.

When he leans in to kiss San again, he feels San's index finger against his lower lip, stopping him. San smirks briefly, slowly pushing his finger in between Yeosang's lips. Soon both San's index- and middle finger are moving around inside Yeosang's mouth, and he closes his lips tightly around them.

"Fuck, I regret not having you suck me off," San pants, moving his fingers in and out at the same rhythm as his hard member is going at. 

"The night is still young, right?" Yeosang smirks as San pulls his fingers out, saliva running down his hand.

"I like the way you think, Kang," San chuckles, leaning in to give Yeosang the kiss he had wanted before.

"I like the way you fuck me, Choi."

"I'm glad. 'Cause I'm no where near done with you."

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♫ The Neighbourhood - Heaven

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter! It took me days to write it 😅