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They are in San's room. The only people in their place, two of them. San's roommates had to go back to their family for holiday, and San's hometown is only one hour drive back home.
Yeosang, conveniently, had to stay behind because of his job.
So, in the present moment, here they are. Facing each other, a breath away from closing the gap with their dicks pulled free from their briefs.
Much to his embarrassment, Yeosang is on top of San's lap, after refusing him many times—he doesn't have to put him on his lap.
But, his plethora of reasons was cut short—I want you to. Effectively cutting the stream of words from Yeosang to a halt and raising the tension in that closeted room higher.
San darts up at him below his eyelashes, his free hand rubbing circles to Yeosang's thigh and his occupied hand holding both of their dicks in his hold. Yeosang has been a silent spectator for some time; he wonders, and questions start to take form in his mind.
“If…” He gulps his worries and anxiety down, “you don't want this…” His hands continuously rubbed circles, in fact, Yeosang could feel the palm of San’s hands through his sweatpants.
“We can always stop, okay?” He ends his question with a hopeful stare right into Yeosang's eyes. Adoration and fondness are embedding every word that he cares for nothing but Yeosang's safety and comfort.
Yeosang is used to doing things on his own accord, he is capable of entertaining himself and his own company. This goes the same for the others, he’s fine with following along with the others’ whims, and as long as they ended up having fun, it’s okay—because as he said earlier, he can and could meet his own demands.
To hear his needs and wants being taken care of is enough to pull Yeosang from that bubble and for once—even if it's only for once—be a little selfish.
With trembling fingers, he brings down his hands on top of San's, holding them in place by the side of his thighs. He circles his other hand around his shoulder and plays with the strands of hair on his nape, he pulled both of their heads closer and glued their foreheads together. “I want this and I want you.”
He lets go of his breath the second he finishes pouring out his feelings in words, each one sounds like a flurry of punches toward San's gut, and his last request is what settles them all into one emotion he has for Yeosang. Sets them in motion
“Please, don't stop.” He swears that he can see the stars and the universe in Yeosang's pair of eyes.
This space is not enough of a place to declare the endless pit of feelings he has for Yeosang, he wants to sing his heart out in the town center; he wants to take him on a never-ending road trip; he wants to paint kisses on to his face; and he wants Yeosang to be a permanent addition in his life.
Too awestruck to make any move aside from stuttering like a fool, he asks Yeosang once again. “Can I kiss you?”
Yeosang tilts his head and offers him his lips, willingly, on a silver platter.
San goes for it.
It begins like how lovers return chaste kisses alternately between each other, and with San's slow but firm guidance, the kiss turns deeper with his tongue probing Yeosang's lips to pry open his mouth a little bit.
Yeosang's eager reaction to follow in San's steps was more than enough to rile him up and start tugging their dicks together. Not to mention the whimpers he gets when he slots their lips together and adds their tongue into the mix.
As slowly as they're going, San wishes for this to never end.
As he tugs down to the base of their dicks, Yeosang emits a squeaking noise from his throat with his body jolting up from his place, his hips unconsciously following along the motion of San's hold on their dicks. Before he could slide any further, San already took the initiative by grabbing his waist and holding him in place.
He can barely fit two of their dicks in his palm, but with Yeosang's frequently squirming involuntarily in his hold, this will have to do for now.
It amazes him somehow that just like Yeosang, his dick is as pretty as he looks. Seeing it side by side with his dick as he's stroking it back and forth amazes him.
Every time he slides down to the sides of their dick, he puts a slight pressure on his hold especially when it reaches the base. It's worth it seeing Yeosang get slightly choked up just after his ministrations.
Not too long after he lets his head fall to San's shoulder, hiding and relieving the slightest tension happening between their dicks. Hearing Yeosang panting and heaving huffs of breath right on his neck and below his ear pulls something out of him.
He knows of Yeosang's extreme sensitivity to touches that last longer than 10 seconds, his adversity to receive touches and affectionate gestures sometimes grows the urge to protect him inside his little pocket. However, watching Yeosang crumble into a mess, a teary-eyed mess with a slightly unhinged jaw pulls something mean to take over him.
He gets to work and picks up speed.
The amount of precum they're making makes his movements get sloppier, he looks over to his shoulder and gets met with the sight of Yeosang mouthing and muffling his moans using his t-shirt.
Inevitably this leads to a stain that gets bigger and deeper in shade as his tears also mixed in the combination.
San doesn't mind it, really.
Truthfully speaking, it only drives him wild and makes his dick twitch in the process. “Sang-ie, I want to hear you…”
Slowly and closely, he told Yeosang of his wishes. He's aware that this is the first time they're able to be closer than they usually are, but what good does it make if Yeosang is still embarrassed by his own voice when Sans's only wish is to bask in hearing his pleasured noises?
He waits for a response for Yeosang like he would tend to a wild animal, carefully and patiently, until the animal is sure he won't hurt him and goes to him out of his own accord. Despite his efforts, Yeosang only stares at him openly with droopy eyes.
If this is the only answer he'll get, then he'll have to accept it. “Okay.”
He lets go of Yeosang's waist in favor of stroking his hair with endearment in each caress—and a sneaky move to close the gaps between them.
He could feel his edge coming closer, and from the trembling figure on his thighs, he could tell that Yeosang is, too.
As his muddled mind was occupied with the urge to cum, he gets a sudden zap of pain on his shoulder.
And to his surprise, it was Yeosang.
He was being bitten by Yeosang. But, what surprised him even further was Yeosang mouthing, sucking, and biting the surface of the skin uncovered by his t-shirt.
Yeosang is trying to follow his request in his way, and that makes him even more smitten with the said man. It hurts, that was inevitable, but it's Yeosang. He could forgive and take it.
(He wants to wear his bitemarks and hickeys with pride.)
He groans and kisses the corner of Yeosang's eyes, right where his birthmark is located. “Sang-ie, I'm close. Are you, too?”
With his best effort, Yeosang nods to the crook of his neck and moans higher in pitch. “Keep going, please.”
Yeosang sounds so broken in between the moans and gasps, and that was the only cue needed for San to follow through.
He works his hand faster, raising his hips along his strokes, and inevitably getting lost in the rhythm.
Yeosang, too. He grinds along to his moves and burrows deeper into his lap even further, his mind was too far up to feel anything but pleasure in his mind.
Soon, biting and sucking turns into breathing and moaning desperately to his neck. His hands are clutching to his back, pulling his body against San chest to chest, with their dicks trapped between their bodies.
He doesn't know which part pulls more strings of louder moans from Yeosang, is it because of his urgent strokes? Or their dick pressed between their stomachs? Or the wet sounds ringing over the walls of their room? The rising tension and warming temperature because of being too close in proximity? He doesn't know, but he makes it his life goal to bring Yeosang gets off first before him.
“Sang-ie, can you come for me?” He encourages him with an overtly sweeter tone he usually uses to get his way from people.
And he did. Not a moment later, he hears a broken moan coming from below his ear, it tumbles down from Yeosang's mouth as he arches his back closer to his, closer, closer, as if he's trying to mend their body into one entity and being chest to chest with San is not enough to relieve the sensation.
In his occupied hand, he can feel cum shoots out from Yeosang's dick, painting their stomachs and chests with a white substance. With his free hand, he circles it around the middle of Yeosang's back.
Through Yeosang's orgasmic state, San can feel himself cumming. Slightly shaking with tremors and adrenaline, he prolongs the rush briefly by continuing to stroke albeit slower, and loosened the pressure in his hold.
Yeosang naturally goes putty in his hold, as if all the tension has been released from his body. He was as good as a tired child on the brink of shutting down his eyes and sleeping.
But San is having none of that.
Before Yeosang dozes off in his hold, he quickly snags wet wipes to clean their body of bodily fluids and anything else—such as sweat, cum, drools, and tears. Aware of the state of his t-shirt, he jumps out of bed to look for a replacement and returns with a spare t-shirt before Yeosang even realizes it.
In a seated position, he tugs Yeosang into his embrace and tugs the damp t-shirt, and changes him with a new one. After all is said and done, he deems it good for Yeosang to doze off now.
“You can sleep now.” Without being told twice, Yeosang already falls again to the bed, sleeping without a care in the world.
San is not above adorableness and cuteness especially coming from Yeosang, he follows suit and pulls Yeosang closer to him so he could hug his body while sleeping.
Before sleepiness takes over him, he kisses every surface of Yeosang's face with much fervor. Grinning to himself and proud that they're able to take this first step.
It's a long and tedious one, but he will be lying if he said he wasn't pleased with the outcome. With that newfound experience he had gone through with Yeosang, he deems that he's deserving of some good sleep.
And just like that, beneath the soft light of the afternoon sun, they went to sleep holding each other close.