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When San decided to become a historian, he was incredibly young. 

He was around 7 or 8 when he saw on TV someone talking about the pyramids and made his dad buy every piece of media available that had the monuments in them. He became fascinated with every line of the story behind it and the life that followed for him was one full of discoveries and exciting new places and events to uncover. 

When he started high school and the worst part of history started to appear, he became even more enraptured to find out the reasons that brought people to actually do atrocities in the name of the world or whatever peace they thought they would find. None of it made sense but at the same time, it completely blew his mind. 

By the time that puberty came, San became almost softer. He got interested in arts and music alongside getting real about his taekwondo training with his father; he felt like he was training his body and mind.

It wasn’t really a surprise for anybody when San got into college and graduated with honors. He loved what he was studying, loved knowing more about it and dreamed of becoming the best. It was a mindset he had ever since he was little; try his best and hardest in everything so he would achieve his full potential. 

What came after was a bit of a surprise but one San wasn’t scared of. When he decided to apply for his masters, he saw himself in a dire situation: he would have to quit his full time job to be able to complete it but his part time job wouldn't provide him with enough money to pay for it. 

His teacher, always the kind man he was, gave San a solution for his problem and offered him the TA spot that was available and would help him cover for it and the rest of his expenses without having to resort to his savings. San was glad and incredibly thankful but had second thoughts about teaching. He trusted his knowledge and ability for it, but interacting with college students had never been his forte even when he was one himself. 

San looked up a lot to this one professor; aside from him being the one that landed San the job, he was someone who knew what he was doing, had good methods and a good personality. It was what San aimed for but when time came for him to actually step in and do his own thing, it wasn’t so easy. 

Back in college, no one would think San was someone scary. Far from it, actually; with his soft voice and small build, San was the cutest bean in the world. But that was almost 10 years ago. Nowadays, San has lost almost all the boyish features and, standing tall on his 29 years of life, there’s not one single soul that doesn’t look at him and have other thoughts other than how scary he seems. 

And it was the image that stuck when he first stepped into a classroom and everybody seemed almost intimidated – San decided to ignore all the hair twirling and pen bites coming from girls on the first row. He used that to his advantage: he managed to have the class under his control throughout the whole semester and made a name for himself: Scary Mr. Choi who doesn’t take shit from anybody was born by chance when one student came to him trying to fake an accident to not deliver a paper and San only stared him down until he apologized and got satisfied with his F. 

He wasn’t aiming for a reputation so soon but it wasn’t unpleasant. Even if the power wasn’t real, the sensation of having so many people under his control, even for just a few hours a week, gave him a sense of responsibility that he had almost forgotten was there. 

Things were going good, great even, when his professor gave him an even bigger responsibility. 

“I have this seminar I’m supposed to hold for the next month, but there’s been a problem with my schedule and I won’t be free for it. I want you to do it for me instead.” 

San gagged a bit before nodding, his eyes large on his face. “Are you sure?” 

It was one thing being inside a classroom with the students he was already familiar with. This seminar, San was aware, was an extracurricular one and students who weren’t graduating in history could attend. A bit nerve-wracking, he would say. 

With his students, San was in his element. Everyone in there wanted to know what he was talking about, everyone was interested. He knew some students took seminars because they needed credits so some couldn't care less about the things he’d be teaching. 

“I am,” the older man said. “I trust you to do a good job.” 

-

San’s desk was neat, every stack of paper in its rightful place as he went over it for the nth time before the students arrived. He wouldn’t say he was nervous – he knew it’d be something easy once he sees them, sees who he’s teaching for the next six weeks. Until then, he was trying to not fidget too much.

As the bell rang and people started to fill the room, San stood next to the table to give them a good morning as they entered. He could see them all clearly like this before everyone got tangled up in the sea of faces in front of him. 

Some of them San knew from previous classes, some he remembers seeing around the campus from time to time. Others San had no recollection of ever seeing before. One person in particular got his attention and San was sure he had never seen this one around – he wouldn’t forget such a face. 

The boy was the last one to enter, just a few seconds before San closed the door after the 5 minutes he always gave for everyone to arrive. Wearing a shirt that exposed great part of the skin on his stomach with ‘babygirl’ written on sparkling letters at the front and low rise jeans that had more holes in them that San thought it was appropriate for a classroom, he arrived swirling a lollipop in his mouth, regarding San with a low ‘hi teacher’ before winking and finding an empty spot for him to sit.

San had to catch his breath, feeling almost lightheaded after the interaction that lasted, roughly, a handful of seconds. In his almost three decades of life, he had never experienced such a feeling before – had never been affected by someone like that. 

San had had girlfriends before, lots of them. And as much as he couldn’t say it was bad, none of them had ever made him feel, even at the peak of their lust, like that boy had with just one look and the murmured, velvety voice he used to greet him. 

It was a first for him to have his blood boiling and his skin tingling because of a boy, as if the fire that embed his veins had seeped through his pores to make him red in the face as the minutes went by. San felt like a Pavlov dog, conditioned to every one of the boy’s moves – when he moved, San moved with him; when he sighed – and he did that a lot – San’s eyes found his, being greeted by a light shining inside of them that could only mean trouble; when he smiled, San’s hands tightened around the papers he happened to be holding. 

Every time the boy ran his hands through his long, dark locks, San felt like he lost a bit of his breath, especially when the boy would smile at him, as if he could see inside San’s brain the images it was coming up with: him holding on that luscious hair as he filled that attractive, plush mouth with his cock over and over again. Just like that damn lollipop was doing. 

San was talking to him the whole time, paying attention to the way his eyes flickered from his face to the lollipop that seemed to never end in between his big shiny lips. He was being watched in return, the boy completely aware of the attention being directed at him and loving every second of it as San lost his mind one suck of the lollipop at time. 

After a couple of hours when the lecture – and the sweet torture San was under – were about to end, San cleared his throat for the last time to speak with the class. 

“I’m gonna be calling attendance now but please remain in the room until the bell rings.” 

One by one, people were speaking out as San called them and name after name, he looked up to see who it belonged to, eager to learn what that one person messing with his mind was called. 

“Jung Wooyoung,” he said and after what felt like forever, an answer came. 

“Here, teacher,” his boy said from where he sat, a smile on his face as San seared his name on the back of his mind. 

He kept thinking about it, almost messing up the rest of the attendance as Wooyoung’s name kept floating in his mind like a bright red sign, probably trying to warn San how fucked up he was. 

San was staggering, waiting for everyone to leave the room so he could also go on his way. He was trying his hardest to not pay attention to how Wooyoung was also staying behind, sitting on his chair like it wasn’t already time to leave. When it was just them and half a dozen other people in the room, Wooyoung grabbed his stuff and walked to his table, making San almost gag on his spit before trying to appear unfazed. 

“You have an interesting class, Mr. Choi,” the boy said as he approached, resting his hip on the side of San’s desk. He was sucking on a lollipop – another one, San could see, and let go of it with a loud pop before smiling brightly at him. “I’m looking forward for the next one.” 

When San was finally left alone in the room, he slumped back on his chair, feeling completely mortified by the half hard cock he had inside his pants. 

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Wooyoung arrived where his friends were waiting for him with an unmistakable skip on his step. If the grin on his face wasn’t enough to sell him out, the little dreamy sigh he gave made everyone on the table look at him with mistrust. 

“What have you done?” Hongjoong asked in what Wooyoung could only think was tiredness. 

“Nothing?” Wooyoung said as a question before smirking. “ Yet.” 

“You literally just came out of class. When did you had the time to find a new prey?” Yeosang asked from beside Hongjoong, eyeing Wooyoung with suspicion. 

“ In class,” Wooyoung answered with a smile that was too big to not be noticed. “Mr. Choi is an interesting man.” 

The silence that followed made Wooyoung look back from where he sat on the table, legs dangling while he lightly kicked his feet. All his friends were looking at him with skeptical faces, disapproval clear in some of their eyes. 

“Mr. Choi as in Choi San?” 

“The one and only,” Wooyoung answered with a smirk. 

“You don’t wanna go there,” Seonghwa said with a whistle. “I heard he’s a pain, no one ever saw that man smile.”

Wooyoung’s smile got impossibly larger after his friend’s words. “That’s not an issue,” he said. “I plan on making him cry.” 

-

Sometimes Wooyoung regrets telling things to his friends. Not because they would judge him – they never did – but because most of the time they have input and information that only entices Wooyoung more. 

Wooyoung is a niche person; he’s always around a very specific crowd that consists mostly of his handful of friends that he managed to make ever since he started university – aside from Yeosang and Hongjoong who had been friends ever since they were in their diapers – and the occasional study group he had when he felt like he would definitely fail a subject. 

So it wasn’t that surprising that he was not up to date with a lot of the juicy gossip that had been going on around campus.

Luckily for him, all his friends had no problems with meddling in other peoples’ business and always got a whisper of everything that was worth knowing. And those things always came with a highly biased build on someone’s character to go with whatever was said about them. 

And that’s exactly why Wooyoung doesn’t like mentioning some things. Before talking to them, he had no idea who Mr. Choi was other than the flustered professor that probably got overwhelmed by him – it had happened before, he couldn’t blame them. But now he sounded like a challenge and Wooyoung was not someone to back down from them. 

-

Every time one of Wooyoung’s classes ended and he had to wait for one of his friends, they would find him sitting on a bench near the Social Studies building. According to him, it was the best spot in the whole campus to just sit and chill. 

The bench was shadowed by an old, gigantic oak tree and allowed a vision of both the Social Studies building and the Biology one, from where Wooyoung had just spotted Mr. Choi going out of. 

He hadn’t planned on finding the man so soon after their first encounter, it was only two days later now, but Wooyoung smirked involuntarily at the sight, jumping out of the bench and walking towards him. 

From a distance, Mr. Choi was overloaded with confidence. He walked with a straight posture, his glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of his shaped nose; his broad shoulders seemed even bigger with the way he puffed his chest at every step he took, the suitcase in his hand barely moving.

His black suit seemed fitted on his body, not a single wrinkle where Wooyoung could see outlining his frame in a way that was almost mouthwatering; seeming toned thighs led to a round, perky ass that looked incredibly tempting inside the dress pants, a slander waist that couldn’t even be hidden by the looseness of the blazer and the comparison Wooyoung could make from them to his wide shoulders made the boy almost shudder. 

Mr. Choi seemed perfect and Wooyoung wanted to ruin him. 

“Do you perhaps excel in more than one field?” Wooyoung asked as he approached him from behind and San stopped on his track to turn back and look at him.

For an unplanned encounter, it sure had the desired impact. 

Wooyoung waited, with a fire growing hotter inside of him as the seconds ticked by, until San took in on his appearance, eyeing him from head to toe. 

In the morning he had decided to go for simple – even though his simple is something most people couldn’t pull off – and chose his outfit to match the sunny, clear weather outside. Wooyoung left home wearing a pair of jeans shorts that left the whole expanse of his tanned thighs exposed until they snuggled a few inches down the curve of his ass paired with a pink, cute crop top with a white, blue eyed cat printed on the front. 

San’s eyes took a long, long time to leave his midriff, and Wooyoung couldn’t fight back a knowing smirk when he finally looked him in the eyes and the redness of his ears and the way he stumbled on his words to give a proper greeting gave away how flustered Mr. Choi was. 

“I certainly do not excel in a lot of things,” San said at last, clearing his throat in a way that almost made Wooyoung snort. It was cute seeing the man trying to regain control over himself. “But why do you ask, Mr. Jung?” 

“Oh, I’m flattered that you remember my name,” Wooyoung beamed at him, shuffling barely half a step closer and seeing how San ate the small movement of his legs. “I thought with so many students you wouldn’t remember me.” 

“You’re incredibly hard to forget.”

Wooyoung felt both his heart and his smile expanding greatly. The praise singed through his veins, giving him a tingly feeling that went from the tip of his fingers all the way down to his crotch. 

“I saw you leaving the Biology building and I thought, ‘wow, maybe Mr. Choi gives another lesson I don’t know about.’ I always failed Anatomy lessons in high school.” Wooyoung’s words and tone were incredibly suggestive and it seemed to reach San the exact way he hoped for. 

The man cleaned his throat again, shuffling on his place and avoiding Wooyoung’s eyes, almost not able to control the way they raked up and down his body before settling on the ground as the man’s shiny black shoes kicked some of the dirt in an attempt to distract himself. 

“I don’t teach anything related to biology, unfortunately,” San said and Wooyoung cocked his head, enjoying the view of such a big man so flustered in front of him, because of him. “I was just checking something with a colleague.” 

“Oh, I see,” Wooyoung said and gave two confident steps forward, closing more of the distance between them that Mr. Choi was probably waiting for, giving the nervous inhale the man took at his proximity. “But I’m glad we met by chance like this! I said this before but I really enjoyed your class.” 

“I’m glad,” San said as he raised his head to look at him and Wooyoung could see how dilated his pupils were. Cute. “Will I see you next week then?”

“You’ll sure do.” 

-

San wanted to say he was feeling bad. 

Maybe not even bad but something closer to it – shame, guilty, he couldn’t choose – but there was nothing like it as he stormed inside the teacher’s lounge and made a beeline for the bathroom, desperately fumbling with his zipper to take himself in hand and jerk to the image of Wooyoung’s smooth thighs and taut stomach that he was delightfully surprised with. 

As he came pathetically fast, the only feeling San was able to identify within himself were lust and desire. 

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Almost like a demon, sent solely with the purpose of messing with his mind, Wooyoung was everywhere in San’s line of sight in the days that followed. 

Sometimes he noticed San, greeting him from afar with a small wave of his hand and the small smile he seemed to always have on his face, surrounded by friends that San couldn’t care to pay attention to as he drank from the attention, feeling pathetic to always get red in the face at the sight of him. 

Other times, Wooyoung seemed completely oblivious as San devoured every second he could spent looking at him, memorizing every little piece of skin he had showing at the time; a sliver of skin on his stomach, the luscious, firm skin of his thighs, the taunting skin of his collarbones that San felt more and more attracted to, toying with the possibility of tasting it, of leaving sucks and bruises all over it every time he touched himself at night with a whisper of Wooyoung’s name escaping from between his lips. 

Thursday couldn’t have come faster and San found himself in the same classroom as the boy again, once more subjected to his almost mocking gaze. 

San should be mad about it, that Wooyoung was aware of his intentions and was egging him on, silently and subtly giving him more and more things to fantasize about as he stared him down, worrying his bottom lips between his teeth as he deliberately caressed the exposed skin of his stomach, a teasing finger touching from where the waistband of his pants touched his hips, skimming through his bellybutton until it disappeared inside his shirt and his eyes fluttered close, making San forget what he was saying previously. 

He tried to avoid looking at him until class was over but that turned out to be futile; when San looked at him and saw Wooyoung pouting as he eyed him, obviously upset at the lack of attention, San felt his will to ignore him disappear completely, going back to stare at him the best he could while focusing on the class he was supposed to give. 

When the class ended San wasn’t surprise that Wooyoung stayed behind, walking in slow steps until he approached the table San was sitting at and sat on when there was only them in the room. 

Now that he was closer, San could feel the fruity scent that always came from him, much from his perfume that San thought had hints of vanilla and strawberry in it and the constant stream of sweets the boy had in his mouth. It was addicting. 

More addicting than his smell was probably the way his naked thighs looked even rounder and plushier as they pressed against the mahogany of his desk, so close to the fingers he had wrapped tightly around the stack of papers in his hands they were almost turning white. 

“Enjoyed the class?” San asked without looking at him, thumping the stack on the table twice before trying to get up, being stopped by Wooyoung’s foot finding its way in between his legs on the chair San was sitting at.  

“Most of it,” Wooyoung said as he smiled innocently at him, dangerously wiggling his foot in between his legs, the tip of his glittery shoes tickling San’s skin through the pants. “I didn’t like the part you ignored me, though.” 

The pout was back on his face as the foot inched forward and the tip of his shoe touched beneath San’s tucked balls. He took in a sharp breath and gulped, trying his hardest to not appear affected and failing miserably. 

“You’re not the only student in the room, Mr. Jung,” San said and heard Wooyoung sniggering. 

“Is that so?” Wooyoung said, almost in a whisper as he decidedly touched San’s crotch now, the sole of his shoes pressing on his rapidly growing erection. “But I bet I’m your favorite, aren’t I?” 

San’s mouth was dry and he was feeling a bit light headed. They were in a classroom, for God’s sake, he was supposed to have more decorum than that. 

But it was hard to focus on anything other than his student’s foot rubbing circles on his half hard dick, the roughness of the touch hurting but doing nothing to ease the pressure on San’s lower belly, only adding to the pleasant, toe curling feeling of being touched by him. 

“I haven’t heard your answer, Mr. Choi. I asked if I’m your favorite.” Wooyoung pressed harder and San yelped, body shuddering as he twitched inside his pants. 

“Y-yes,” he whispered out. “You're my favorite, Mr. Jung.” 

As soon as the broken whisper left his mouth, the pressure of Wooyoung’s foot on him also disappeared and San opened his hooded eyes to see Wooyoung jumping from the table with a blinding smile on his face, fixing his clothes with the most cheerful expression San had seen on his face ever since they met. 

“You’re my favorite too! Bye, Mr. Choi!” Wooyoung said before waving an enthusiastic goodbye at him, leaving San to catch his breath and will his dick down to leave the room without appearing so pathetic. 

Later that night, San was mercilessly fucking a fleshlight along his hard rock cock, the ghost of Wooyoung’s touch still on his skin as he imagined the boy bouncing up and down on him, the softness of the toy wrapped around him becoming the tight, fluttering passage of his ass making San a slave of the pleasure he knew that boy could give him. 

Even holding the toy with both his hands as he jammed it down on his length, San lost rhythm as his orgasm approached, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into it as he grunted nonsense, only Wooyoung’s name, once again, being something that he could make sense of as it left his lips. 

San’s mind was so into his little fantasy of fucking Wooyoung senseless that he couldn’t even remember to pull out and came inside the fleshlight, worshipping the mental image of his cum dripping from Wooyoung’s teasing little ass as it dripped from the toy.  

-

The teacher’s lounge, most of the times, is empty when San is around. Since he only teaches two classes – one helping his professor and another being the seminar he’s responsible for now – San was used to see it without teachers as they were busy almost all day. 

The one teacher he’s used to finding the most is Christopher that teaches Languages. The Australian man is always with a warm smile on his face and greets San, most of the time, with his heavy Australian accent, to which San only smiles in return while reminding Bang Chan – as he insists to call the man by his Korean name – that he does not speak English that well.  

“Oh, someone left something for you here,” Chan said as he pointed to a wrap on the table that had San’s name in it. 

Approaching and taking it in his hand, San opened the small box to see a lollipop laying inside, strawberry flavored, together with a note that said ‘to my favorite professor <3’. San didn’t even need to ask who left it there. 

San likes to enjoy fresh air when he can. Being stuffed inside air conditioned rooms all day would never beat feeling the breeze on his skin while sitting under a tree shade with the warmth of the sun bathing him in. He doesn’t go around campus much – he doesn’t have the time or the will to face students when he doesn’t necessarily have to – so any little spot is a good spot for him.   

He likes to sit behind the cafeteria after lunch. It’s not crowded and relatively quiet since all the students have already left to go to afternoon classes. He often works on his master’s papers there, sitting with a cold drink or a warm cup of coffee depending on the weather. 

Right now he’s drinking tea, a change from what he’s used to, but he guessed it wouldn’t do any harm. The tea promised to calm his nerves and give him a feeling of sobriety – something he needed ever since he started his day with Wooyoung’s little present. 

It left San speechless and with a hole at the pit of his stomach that filled up with lust way too fast for his liking. He had to clear his throat and ignore Bang Chan’s obvious teasing eyes.

If San was sure he was being teased before, now he’s sure he’s being played with. It makes him a bit breathless, lightheaded in a good way, to think that Wooyoung can see right through him like that. It also makes him feel pathetic, but he chose not to focus on that. 

He’s preparing for the undergrad class he has to give later when he hears footsteps approaching him. San thinks it says a lot about him that he can know who it is even before the person gets in his line of sight. 

Wooyoung’s sugary scent gave him away as soon as he was close enough for San to hear him. San felt exactly like he did the first time he saw him, almost as if he was conditioned to act on his presence as San forgot whatever it was that he was trying to type and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to try and control himself. 

San didn’t raise his head until Wooyoung plopped himself on the bench in front of him, not wanting to see the probably unfair amount of skin the boy had on display. 

“Hi, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said and San cursed inwardly when he could hear him sucking on another damned lollipop. It made him look up. 

Which was bad. A bad, terrible, huge mistake on San’s part because Wooyoung was close. Too close for comfort if San was going to pretend he didn’t like the proximity. Which he did. A lot. 

Wooyoung was inclining his body on the table, leaning on his elbows as he almost invaded San’s personal space, something San probably wouldn’t care if they weren’t in public. And San sure should’ve been paying more attention to this, to how compromising their positions were to anyone that passed by, but the only thing he could see was Wooyoung. 

From this distance, San could almost count his eyelashes and how the sun made them cast a shadow on Wooyoung’s cheeks. He also realized that his cheek and lips had something in common: both had a mole on them. 

San wanted to say that he paid attention to the cheek one, but that wasn’t right. The moment he spotted the dot that decorated Wooyoung’s bottom lip, covered by a layer of what was probably a mix of saliva, lip gloss and the melted sugar of his sweet, San couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He saw, with a knot forming on his lower belly, as Wooyoung smirked and his tongue peeked outside his mouth, making his already wet lips even shinier under the sun when he realized where San’s eyes lied. 

“Enjoyed my present?” Wooyoung asked making San look up at him, watching him twirl the cane of his treat in his hand. “I hoped you’d have it as dessert.” 

“I didn’t,” San said before even thinking. Wooyoung’s expression fell so quickly that it almost gave San whiplash. “S-strawberry is not my favorite flavor.” He was quick to make something up, not ready to admit that he thought of too many unholy things to do with that lollipop to ever consider eating it.

“Oh,” Wooyoung said with a voice that showed understanding. “And which is your favorite?” 

“Grape,” San blurted out, probably because the sweet in Wooyoung’s hand was purple and smelled like the artificial grape flavor. 

Realization dawned upon Wooyoung’s features and he lit up like a tree on Christmas day, the teasing smirk back on his face as he plopped the lollipop back in between his lips, slurped around it loudly and messy before taking it out of his mouth, saliva dripping from the sugar ball and with a smile almost innocent he said, “Open up, Mr. Choi.” 

And San did. Probably because there were few things in the world he would deny Wooyoung right now when he looked like this, so enticing and so angelic. 

Making a small O with his mouth, shyly opening his lips while looking Wooyoung straight in the eyes, San watched as the younger got up from the bench, almost bending in half on the wooden table they were in, leaning close enough that San could feel his breath on his skin. 

Wooyoung raised his lollipop close enough to San’s mouth, enough for San to see his sticky fingers from where his spit had dropped from the treat and calmly, almost like he wasn’t making San lose his mind, Wooyoung rubbed the wet ball on San’s bottom lip making the professor gasp. 

“Does it taste good?” Wooyoung said as he retreated to it and waited expectantly for San to taste the sticky liquid that was left on his skin. When he tasted it, knowing Wooyoung’s saliva was there clinging onto the flavor, his eyes fluttered shut. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

It was enough for Wooyoung to do it again, wetting the lollipop in his mouth before rubbing it all over San’s lips, with no care this time, making a bigger mess on his rapidly reddening face. 

“Taste it again,” Wooyoung demanded in a sweet voice. “Just to be sure you like it.” 

San lapped at his own lips like a dog, starved for the little bit of himself Wooyoung was giving him. He would let shame engulf him later when he’d have more blood flowing on his brain rather than on his hard dick, but at the moment all San could think about was to obey him, to do everything Wooyoung ever wanted just to keep him looking at him like that. 

When Wooyoung seemed satisfied seeing San’s face shining from the spit he left there while chasing the taste he left on him, he smiled sweetly again, licking all over his lollipop before plopping it inside San’s mouth, twirling it around while San gasped, breathing harshly through his nose when the younger tapped it twice on his tongue before pushing it to the back of his throat making San gag. 

“Ops,” he said with a playful voice before leaving the lollipop in San’s mouth and getting up. “I hope you enjoy your dessert, Mr. Choi. I’ll make sure to remember the tastes you like next time.” 

Wooyoung left with a skip on his step after winking at him and San took a deep breath before scurrying away to the bathroom, spitting on his hand the sugary flavor of Wooyoung’s mouth before wrapping it around his length, getting himself off fast and dirty as he sucked almost ferociously on the lollipop the boy left with him. 

San was fucked. 

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Most of the time, Wooyoung likes weekends because he likes to party. Unwinding after a long and boring week of classes is something that they all deserved and Wooyoung never really passed the opportunity of a good time. 

People could think Wooyoung was boring at parties, though. 

He danced around his friends, drank, made out and had fun like every other person did. But at the end of the night, he tended to go back home by himself. And he likes it; likes that people want him but can’t have him, likes to tease them with stares and subtle touches but never really give what they expect of him. He likes to feel unreachable when he knows that he’s the prettiest person in the room. 

It happens more often than not. Given Wooyoung’s natural flirty personality and the way he was always dressed to impress, people seemed to think he was looking for something. He was, probably, but not exactly what they were ready to give. Wooyoung knows people expect a lot from him, especially when he’s purposefully making them aware that he could give – if he wanted.   

Sex is amazing, he would never deny that. But the boys and girls that often begged for his attention definitely wouldn’t know how to make it enjoyable . 

One of Wooyoung’s specificities is that he likes to be in control. Not always and not in every aspect of a relationship, but he liked to tease people to the brink of insanity, liked to make them think of him and him only. Having people at the palm of his hands was almost a hobby by now.

But if there’s one thing that the closeted frat boys that think they can have Wooyoung can’t comprehend is that the world doesn’t revolve around their belly buttons. 

Wooyoung has tried, more than once, to enjoy them. To give up control and just let himself be railed into the mattress by their athletic and firm bodies, their muscles a promise of a good, dirty fuck. But they were pathetically self-centered and Wooyoung couldn’t even fake his moans at the end of the night. 

It bruised their egos more than bruised Wooyoung’s waist – where he often appreciated the marks of desperation left behind by the partners that actually gave a damn about both their pleasures. 

And that’s how Wooyoung found out he has a thing for older men. It was incredibly obvious how some years did wonders to both sexual knowledge and the ability to care about something other than get their dicks wet. 

Older men knew how to pleasure him. They knew how to make Wooyoung writhe in bed after he made them crazy enough to beg for a chance, after he made all of them bow down to worship him from head to toe. And Wooyoung loves it – the adoration he can see in their eyes, the challenge in there as well every time Wooyoung scoffs at their attempts to be on his good side, every time they whine and cry for him before fucking him senseless. 

It’s exhilarating.

“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” Minho whispered in his ear as he handed Wooyoung a drink. 

Minho was sweet, Wooyoung liked him. As much as he was surrounded by jocks 90% of the time, he seemed to still be a functioning human being. Minho was also incredibly taken and Wooyoung liked Jisung well enough to not make any moves. 

“I did, actually,” Wooyoung answered as he took a large gulp of his drink and Minho could spot the redness on the skin of his neck that would probably bruise purple in a few hours. Minho scoffed. “But now it’s boring.” 

“No one to entertain you?” 

“There actually is, but not here.” 

Wooyoung had grown a bit fond, he wouldn’t lie. Mr. Choi was just so cute while trying to pretend he wasn’t affected, that Wooyoung wasn’t constantly giving him a boner just by being near him. 

What Wooyoung thought would be a challenge at first given the teacher's oh so tough image, became a game easier than what he anticipated. But Wooyoung wasn’t disappointed; it was even more fun and exciting to play when his opponent was looking forward to losing. 

There was something deliciously alluring on how Mr. Choi tried to play it cool and the way the man behaved around him. Wooyoung was unsure at first, the teacher seemed to not even understand his own reactions upon meeting him for the first few times, but after their exchange a couple of days ago there was no denying the need in his eyes. And Wooyoung wanted that multiplied. 

But Wooyoung wouldn’t achieve that at the arty and he knew that. Shooting Yeosang a text saying he’d leave early, Wooyoung went on his way, deciding to walk his way back to the dorms, enjoying the breeze the night on the campus blew on his skin. 

One of the things Wooyoung liked to joke around the most while drunk after parties was that the biology building was haunted. He was probably the one to come up with this assumption since people started that conveniently after Changbin fucked him behind the building and he remembers being loud as fuck. 

Maybe he moaned like he was being murdered but he wouldn’t deny he almost saw heaven that night. 

And after that, every time he passes by the building he just stops there, giggling like crazy while remembering the gossip going around while receiving the stinky eyes from Hongjoong – he would know about that ‘ghost’ for sure with the amount of times he was subjected to Wooyoung’s loud whines in the apartment they shared. 

He does that a lot – stare at the Biology building – that of course he noticed when something was out of the ordinary in there. 

At this time of the night all the lights used to be out, safe from the lobby where the security guard spent his shifts. But there was a lone, shining lamp on the third floor that could only mean that someone was there working late. 

Feeling something akin to euphoria bubbling from under his skin, Wooyoung took in stride to the main entrance, the last haziness the two beers he had had at the party completely evaporating at what he thought he may find there. 

Wooyoung had no idea why, but something was telling him Mr. Choi was right there, waiting like a little lamb for him to come around. 

“Keita, my guy!” Wooyoung said as he approached the middle aged guard, who only looked at him from head to toe, shaking his head. 

“Nothing here for you, Wooyoungie, everyone’s still at the party.” 

Keita was aware of his escapades, having caught him on the act – and enjoyed it a tad bit while jerking himself off at the sight in front of him – more often than not. 

“Oh, no!” Wooyoung was quick to say, hands raised in front of his chest while vehemently shaking his head. “It’s nothing like that today, don’t worry. I left early because I have an assignment to finish and I need a book from the biology session.” 

“You study psychology, don’t you?” Keita eyed him suspiciously. 

“Exactly, this is all about the brain!” Wooyoung said while giving him a million dollar smile. 

Keita only sighed, unlocking the door for Wooyoung to get in. “Don’t take too long and don’t steal anything.” 

“I wasn’t planning on it.” 

If Wooyoung’s intuition was right and San was the one inside, he would just take something that was, undoubtedly, his. 

-

Ever since San started to study history, he knew he was more attached to the social part of it; to the rebellions, the revolutions, to the people. He never imagined he would spend a Saturday night researching fossils. It wasn’t his cup of tea but he had promised a paleontologist friend with research about this one specific species so he had to man up and do it.     

The biology building had a lot of things and it helped much more than trying his luck online – every piece of bone was a fossil in there. 

It had been a couple of hours ever since he started and San was feeling stiff. His back was cracking every time he moved and his ass was starting to become numb; he regretted for the 15th time in the last 30 minutes. 

San sighed and let out a long groan only to be startled by a giggle coming from behind him. Turning around he had a delightful – and terrifyingly handsome – surprise. 

“Is that the sound of a predator?” Wooyoung asked while reclining on the door frame. “Or the sound of a prey?’ 

Wooyoung was ridiculously beautiful in the outfit he was wearing. A pleated white skirt that barely covered his thighs paired with an equally pristine sleeveless bodysuit that became thinner on the way down his stomach and San could only imagine how beautifully it was engulfed by his ass cheeks where it disappeared. 

His legs were long, adorned by a white fishnet that had a lot more holes in it that they probably had originally but that only added to how delicious Wooyoung’s skin looked where it peeked from the apertures. He was also wearing ankle high boots that gave him some inches as he looked at San almost hungrily. 

And at that moment San had no problem in admitting he was the prey and that he loved it. He loved being subjected to Wooyoung’s demanding, predatory but also soft and almost mocking gaze that told him that he had no hurry to end that chase. San also wouldn’t mind, as long as he got caught in the end. 

“Tiredness,” was what San managed to say, his body slumping on the chair while he shamelessly eyed Wooyoung from head to toe and up again. “I’ve been here for a while.” 

“I can help with that,” Wooyoung said as he walked closer, luring San in with every step he took, a smile still on his face as he almost glided towards him, one foot after the other making his hips sway in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. “Turn around, Mr. Choi, let me give you a massage.” 

San would like to say he put up a fight, but the prospect of Wooyoung’s hands on him made his brain become mush and for the nth time ever since they met, San felt like he should be feeling some ounces of shame, but it didn’t even crossed his mind when Wooyoung touched him. 

His hands were big – a contrast to the petiteness that was the rest of him – and firm as San felt every finger make contact with his skin, one by one, caging his shoulder in the strong but weirdly soft touch, almost as if Wooyoung was afraid of breaking him.

He probably could and San wouldn’t even question it. 

Wooyoung started slowly, only caressing the skin covered by the black dress shirt that did nothing to minimize the heat that came from him, making San close his eyes almost involuntarily at the first firm squeeze. 

It was wonderful to his tired, aching body, but not only there. The heat simmering down below that seemed to always grow in intensity when Wooyoung was around was making itself present, making San fist the fabric of his slacks to try and calm down. 

The student kept massaging his shoulders in a way that San knew it was done to elicit things out of him – slow, deliberate, sensual; Wooyoung was feeding him everything he wanted. 

When Wooyoung’s both thumbs touched the skin of San’s neck, deliberately and maddening slow as they made their way to his hair, San sighed loudly, contently feeling the fingers disappear from his shoulders and wrap themselves on his hair, pulling his hair back in a tight grip. 

“Am I doing good, Mr. Choi?” Wooyoung asked as he gave a step closer and made San rest his head on his stomach, the smell of his flowery perfume, beer and smoke invading San’s nostrils and making him twitch inside his pants. “I never gave someone a massage quite like this.” 

“I’m glad to be the first,” San said and Wooyoung laughed, clear and delighted, making San’s heart beat faster. 

“It’s because I like your shoulders, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said, touching them again. He felt his skin in a soft manner, just the tip of his fingers running through the width of his back before meeting at his nape, giving him goosebumps wherever they went. “They’re so big.” 

Wooyoung whispered the last words before closing both his hands around San’s neck softly, only a caress of his palms on his skin but enough to make San’s hips twitch up and an almost pained sound leave his throat. 

“Your arms too,” Wooyoung whispered again and San gulped. His voice was sweet, melodic, but also coy and dangerous. “You seem to be big everywhere,” the student continued, dipping low enough to be able to leave a wet, long kiss on San’s forehead. 

The professor was a bit out of breathe – and that had nothing to do with the hands that just now left his throat, traveling from his shoulders all the way down his arms that San flexed involuntarily making Wooyoung giggle – and it was hard to focus on anything that wasn’t the heat coming from him or the smell of Wooyoung’s skin, the way his words seemed to be cutting through his skin like thousands and thousands of burning needles. 

San loved the sensation. 

“Can I see it?” Wooyoung whispered at last and San almost came on the spot when he understood what he was asking. “Please?” 

The black slacks were tenting at the front, doing nothing to help ease San’s eminent embarrassment as he felt Wooyoung’s hand creeping closer, touching his hands, his hips, the fly of his pants. San could only feel – not even watch because he wasn’t strong enough to open his eyes – as the student popped the button before stilling. 

“I asked you a question, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said and San gasped, feeling more turned on than he had ever been in his entire life and nothing had touched his dick yet. “And I need an answer. It doesn’t have to be a vocal one if you can’t, but give me something, okay?” Wooyoung said softly, understanding, and patronizing. San was in cloud nine. 

“Can you do it for me?” Wooyoung said again and San nodded, making the younger giggle. “That’s a good boy.”

San moaned this time, low and weak, a whine that died even before it could come out of his throat at the praise and felt his pants getting wet from where he leaked at the tip. 

“Now, can I see it, Mr. Choi? Will you show me?” Wooyoung asked again and San nodded ferociously, eyes closed tight and hands even tighter as he held on the chair. “Thank you.” San could hear the smile on his voice. 

Wooyoung’s fingertips were grazing on his hard cock as he eased the fly of his pants down and San gasped, bucking into the touch. Wooyoung giggled again and San felt like he could lose his mind by the sound alone. 

The professor could feel when both of Wooyoung’s thumbs hooked the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, bunching it under his heavy, scorching balls, fingers barely skimming through his length before disappearing. San made a sound of protest, eyes cracking open to look at Wooyoung who was staring at him with a grin. 

“What?” He said almost innocently as San tried to regain a bit of his sanity, eyes trying to focus on his mischievous face. “I said I wanted to see it. Not that I wanted to touch it.” 

The smile Wooyoung gave him made a shiver run down all the way from his nape down to San’s toes, leaving a trail of precum beading on his tip on its way.  

“And it’s beautiful to see, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said excitedly, almost like he was talking about a new toy. “Big just like I’ve imagined.” 

Wooyoung gave a step back to be able to rest his chin on San’s shoulder, nuzzling on his cheek before saying, “So much bigger than mine. Mine looks like a little clit.” He said as if he was sharing a big, life changing secret. 

San’s hips bucked again with his whole body spasm this time, his eyes rolling back as he shut them forcefully. He was so hard his dick was almost purple, drooling all the way down to his balls even though it hadn’t been touched once. 

“Touch it,” Wooyoung said and it was a request, not a question. 

San flexed his whitened fingers before he wrapped them around the base, squeezing for a few seconds to try and hold off his inevitably fast orgasm. Wooyoung’s presence alone was almost pulling it out of him. 

“Oh, look at that,” Wooyoung said marvelously. “Not big everywhere, huh?” 

San knew he was talking about his hands but he didn’t have the mind to feel self conscious right now, now when all the blood that would help his synapses to work faster were pooling down his dick. 

“I don’t think just one will fit around such a big cock, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said and he sounded contemplative. “Use both.” 

San was almost like a robot, something trained to follow all of Wooyoung’s commands as he wrapped both fists around his cock, engulfing the whole length all the way up to the head, only the leaking tip peeking from his tight grip. 

“Beautiful,” Wooyoung praised again and a new goble of precum slid down San’s chubby fingers. “You know what to do.” 

And San did. He had been doing it a lot more ever since they met. Using both his hands, he started to stroke up and down, struggling on the first couple of strokes to find a rhythm since he wasn’t used to doing it like this but he wasn’t complaining. 

The sensation of being wrapped whole, the tightness and warmth all the way around him made San’s breath pick up really fast and his wrists work faster, the edge creeping closer and closer as he moved. He was wet enough to make sounds – terrific, delicious sounds of his meat being thoroughly pleased – that made Wooyoung’s breath also become heavier where he rested, right beside San’s ear for him to hear. 

San whined low in his throat again, the sound so different from the familiar groans he was used to hearing coming from himself but it did nothing to make him less worked up, his fist slamming on his crotch as he made a mess, leaking everywhere making even his clothes wet. 

“You wanna cum, Mr. Choi?” Wooyoung whispered in his ear while nuzzling behind it, the extra touch making San’s eyes roll back. 

“Please,” San managed to say for the first time ever since Wooyoung started touching him. 

“Then come for me,” Wooyoung whispered, demanding and almost possessive where his nails dug into San’s shoulders. 

San couldn’t even try to hold it, couldn’t even help the mess when he shot all the way up to his chest, his cock twitching madly on his hold as he kept stroking himself up and down, his cum catching onto his fingers and making a white, wet tunnel for him to keep fucking into as oversensitivity took place and left San twitching, arms almost useless as they rested lifeless on his sides when he let go, breathe coming in quick succession as the world spun and exploded all around him. 

Wooyoung was there to try and ground him, his touch anchoring him until San was back on himself enough to crack an eye open, looking at the almost angelic face looking back at him. 

Wooyoung got up before San could even protest and straightened his clothes with an award winning smile.

“That was awesome! We should totally do it again,” Wooyoung said as he started to walk, the last words almost shouted from the door. 

San’s body slumped on the chair, mumbling low on his throat about the dirty shirt that he would have to wash thoroughly to avoid any stains, but the dumb smile that was present on his face was proof enough that he was not even close to being mad. 

🍭

Wooyoung has been dealing with a small but constant headache ever since the weekend. It was a soft pound on his head, not enough to actually hurt, but always there to remind him of his presence. 

He would blame it on Choi San. 

It was just so good, so perfectly fitting to have made the man reduced to nothing but his pleasure, to have him writhing and begging – that one, lone beg that made Wooyoung’s hairs stand on edge and his cock throb – that it left Wooyoung only hoping, anticipating for more.

Wooyoung knew he could make a move. San was gone for him, it was beautiful to see. Just the smallest of Wooyoung’s touches had punched the air out of him, the subtle hint of a demand made the professor nod like an eager, trained dog. But Wooyoung wanted more. 

His friends often say that Wooyoung gets obsessed with things pretty fast. That he gets sucked in too deeply but lacks attachment; having something intense is better than having something that lasts, they say. 

Wooyoung wouldn’t say he disagrees: he gets bored of things too easily. And that includes people, too. As much as he likes to own, once he actually possesses something it loses a bit of the sparkle for him. 

So he wanted to drag whatever it was that he was trying to achieve with Mr. Choi. He was, deep down, a tiny bit afraid of just going on head first and losing the butterflies it gave him, the almost physical ache when he refrained himself to just go and touch the man. 

The first time he actually did, at the biology building, a lot of Wooyoung’s expectations came crashing down: it was better than what he had hoped for. More intense, more demanding, almost earth shattering to see and feel and hear all of Choi San’s being giving himself to him. Wooyoung wanted more but at the same time he didn’t. 

Wooyoung let out a groan as he held his head in hands, the insistent dull throb inside his skull making him irritated. Not even the sunny but chilly weather was doing things to appease his bad mood. The wind on his hair was making him even grumpier as he patted into place time and time again. 

“What are you sulking for?” Seonghwa asked as he plopped down beside Wooyoung.

“I need an aspirin,” Wooyoung mumbled as he let his head softly hit the table in front of him, the cold temperature spreading through his forehead and making him sigh. 

“Are you feeling alright? Want me to go with you to the nurse’s office?” Seonghwa asked gently with a hand at the small of Wooyoung’s back. 

“And what do I say?” Wooyoung asked in a whiny voice. “I’m so horny it makes me sick?” 

Seonghwa groaned and took his hand off of Wooyoung with an eye roll. “It’s not even 10 in the morning, have some shame.” 

Wooyoung only laughed before leaning his head on Seonghwa’s shoulder. “I haven’t heard from you ever since the party on Saturday, what happened?” His friend asked while leaning his head on Wooyoung’s. Seonghwa was often so soft Wooyoung wanted to squeeze him. 

“I made Mr. Choi cum in the biology building and then locked myself in my room while contemplating my life choices,” Wooyoung said in a faraway voice and heard Seonghwa scoff.

“I wish I was more surprised but…” He left unspoken and Wooyoung laughed at his own misery. “What are you planning, really? He’s a professor, Wooyoung. I know you don’t really care but you should be more careful than this.” 

“You’re right,” Wooyoung said while straightening with a sigh. “I don’t care.” 

-

The day goes by slowly and Wooyoung doesn’t really pay attention to any of the classes he’s attending. It was never a problem seeing his teachers don’t really care; as long as he doesn’t fail and make them redo an exam for him to take, they all coexisted peacefully. 

But today seemed to be an exception; Wooyoung slept for almost his whole professional ethics class and by the end of it, his teacher, Mr. Bom, asked him to stay for  a while so they could talk.   

He wasn’t looking forward to that talk; Mr. Bom was a senior man with an unfriendly aura all around him, looking like he was only there to teach and play the part. Being on his bad side was something everyone avoided. As Wooyoung stopped in front of his desk waiting for the elder to sort out his things before deeming he waited long enough to acknowledge him, Wooyoung missed Mr. Choi. 

San, even with his stoic face and unapproachable demeanor, was someone easy to talk to. And it wasn’t even his biased opinion getting in the middle of it: his hard exterior scared some of the students, yes, but everyone who had to have a heart to heart with him always got out of it with a different impression of who San was.

Even if his public skills were not the best, Mr. Choi liked what he did so teaching came easily to him. Mr. Bom, on the contrary, seemed like he couldn’t wait to retire. 

“Mr. Jung,” the professor started, sitting on his chair while fixing his glasses. “What is it that you’re really doing here?”

Wooyoung took a deep breath, knowing that the conversation would be an ugly one where he left feeling guilty, unworthy and a waste of space. 

“It’s been a while since I saw you participate in one of my classes,” he said and Wooyoung could feel the judgmental tone down to his bones. “Your frequency is also not one of the best and you got a C- in your last assignment. Is this the route you wanna go?” 

Wooyoung only nodded in silence as Mr. Bom kept listing all his wrongdoings and acting as if he knew a thing about Wooyoung’s life, as if he had all the right in the world to call him lazy and predict how unsuccessful he would be in the future. 

It took a while for it to end and by the time he was free to go, with Mr. Bom having repeated probably more times than his well spent years of life that Wooyoung should just do better, Wooyoung’s headache was even worse. 

He rushed through the corridors, ready to go home and just lay down until the sun rose on the sky again the next day, when someone called his name. 

“Mr. Jung?” He heard from behind him and turned around to find San looking at him with a weird concern in his features. “Is everything alright?” 

Wooyoung was frustrated and upset but it was something at the back of his mind the moment he locked eyes with San, who looked a bit breathless just by standing near him, who didn’t react when Wooyoung grabbed him by the wrist after making sure no one was around to see and dragged San to the first empty classroom he found. Everyone was going home by now and the janitors would start cleaning soon so he knew to be quick. 

He had no idea what he wanted to do the moment the door closed but only having San alone with him again made his mood increase worryingly fast. Walking to the back of the classroom, Wooyoung heard San’s footsteps following him without even a second to spare. 

Plopping down on the very last chair in the first row, hidden from the door as much as he could, Wooyoung looked up at San with a pout adorning his lips. “Am I a bad student, Mr. Choi?” 

San was looking at him with something in his eyes close to adoration and Wooyoung was never a good liar to say it didn’t make him feel things. 

“Objectively speaking, I can’t answer that,” San pointed out. “I never really had the means to judge you as one.” 

“And what have you judged me as?” Wooyoung said as he stood up to stand face to face with San, his breath hitting his as Wooyoung spoke making San’s eyes flutter. 

“I don’t think I know you enough to judge you as anything yet,” San answered and his own breath invaded Wooyoung’s space now, a hint of coffee and cinnamon that made the younger inch just a tiny bit closer to his face, chasing it.  

“Hm,” Wooyoung murmured at the back of his throat in what was supposed to be an agreement. 

San smelled so good. All the aromas on him seemed to blend together perfectly well to give him a scent that was extraordinarily manly but not overbearing like Wooyoung was used to at the frat parties that smelled like jock and sex. San was refined, like an old wine that Wooyoung deemed himself worth enough to taste. 

“Can I touch you, Mr. Choi?” Wooyoung asked in a whisper, his thumb brushing the back of San’s hand in anticipation. 

“Where?” San asked and it was a mix of fright and anticipation. 

“Everywhere,” Wooyoung whispered in his ear, winning a gasp in return. 

The professor nodded so fast Wooyoung almost laughed. San’s body was pulled taut, almost rigid when Wooyoung started to trace a lone finger up his arm, feeling the seeming expensive material of his shirt on his skin until he reached his hidden collarbone, feeling it jutting out from the fabric as Wooyoung traced it back and forth with his fore and middle fingers until he hooked one of them on San’s perfectly tied tie and pulled down, letting it loose a bit as he pulled San forward, making their foreheads touch. 

San’s skin was hot and it was obvious even before they touched by the flush spreading on his cheeks, making them a beautiful and enticing rosy color. It was the same color as his cock, Wooyoung remembered as he let his tongue slip out of his mouth and touched the tip of San’s nose before licking all the way up the bridge, thankful that the man wasn’t wearing his glasses today. 

Just as Wooyoung reached San’s forehead with his lips in a sweet kiss, just a soft press there, he wrapped his whole hand around San’s throat, his thumb pressing teasingly under his jawline making San choke back a gasp as Wooyoung applied a barely there pressure to his neck. 

“I like it so much that you like this, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung confessed to him, whispering against his skin as he ran his nails on the soft skin of San’s neck, feeling the man shudder under his touch. “Can I keep going, huh?”

“Y-yes,” San answered, nodding again, making Wooyoung’s lips brush his skin and the younger one smile. 

“You’re so eager to be touched, aren’t you?” 

“By you,” San whispers and Wooyoung tightens his hand around his throat almost involuntarily, an almost pained sound leaving his lips.

“Cute,” Wooyoung chooses to say as he fists San’s head back, the hand wrapped around his throat descending slowly to his chest. 

The clothes San wears don’t leave much to imagination, tight and fitting his body like a glove. Wooyoung knew he could expect a fit, firm body under his palm but to feel it like this, the heat so strong in the middle of San’s defined chest where he could feel his heart beating – fast, so fast because of him – made his mouth dry.  

San’s eyes were fluttering with the pressure Wooyoung was applying on his scalp, hard enough to burn and send a jolt of electricity down his spine that spread on his lower body like a wildfire. A fire Wooyoung could feel as San’s hard cock pressed demandingly against his hips as he stepped closer to nose at San’s neck, nuzzling on the freckles that decorated it before licking over them, sucking the skin inside his mouth and making San whimper. 

Wooyoung realized, with an almost dumb smile, that San was getting the hang of how things worked between – that or he was just paralyzed by lust – and didn’t try to touch Wooyoung once, didn’t even as much as moved a muscle ever since Wooyoung got his hands on him.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Wooyoung taunted and San moved for the first time, his hips bucking against him in what Wooyoung knew was an involuntary body response. Someone liked to be praised, it seems. “So pliant for me to use.” 

San nodded despite the grip on his hair, making Wooyoung pull tighter to expose more of his unblemished skin. Rubbing his teeth slowly at the side of San’s neck until he marked the skin a deep red color, Wooyoung moved his lips, giving long and sensual kisses all around it, only stopping to suck San’s Adam’s apple inside his mouth, making him whimper again, a broken sound that went straight to Wooyoung’s aching dick.

“Mr. Jung,” San whispered and Wooyoung grinned. 

It was such an all consuming feeling, it made his skin crawl in such a delightful way to hear San call him for that little title. To hear such devotion come from his voice but not enough courage to just say his name. Wooyoung felt powerful and lust driven. 

“You’re so hard, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said in between kittenish licks around San’s neck. “Is it all because of me?” 

San gave a weak cry, his hips bucking again against Wooyoung’s hips, making the younger one laugh on his skin. Tightening his grip on San’s hair again where his hand had grown lax, Wooyoung allowed his lips to run south until where the expanse of San’s neck disappeared inside his shirt, his tongue running inside the small aperture where one button was threatening to pop off. 

With the hand that had been steadily on San’s chest, absentmindedly rubbing against a nipple, Wooyoung squeezed the defined peck that was under his touch, feeling the muscles jumping at the pressure and San pant like the air had become sparse. 

“Please,” San whispered and Wooyoung stopped to look back at him, his unfocused eyes that were decorated with unshed tears focused on the ceiling.  

“Please what, Mr. Choi?” Wooyoung asked. Taking in San’s state, he could be asking for anything. 

Before he could say something, Wooyoung grabbed San’s head with both hands, locking their eyes together as the professor looked at him so deeply, so intensely, that Wooyoung was sure he was seeing his soul. It was a lot for Wooyoung to reciprocate so he closed his eyes, rubbing his nose along San’s high, sharp cheekbone, leaving kisses all over his face, the ghost of San’s breath at every little gasp he left against Wooyoung’s skin not something he was looking forward to lose. 

“Kiss me,” was what San whispered against his skin, surprising Wooyoung enough for him to let go and hear a pained, almost dejected noise bubbling out of San’s throat. 

It was not what Wooyoung was expecting. San was hard as a rock against his hips – Wooyoung could almost feel the weight of his hard cock on his tongue if he tried – and it was obvious that he was overcome by the arousal, his titillated eyes giving away just how lost he was for the haziness that they’ve managed to create together. 

A kiss, something so simple, almost childish in the situation they found themselves in right now, was the last thing on Wooyoung’s mind. He was waiting for San to beg to be touched, to have his dick sucked, to fuck Wooyoung senseless. Not to sound so desperate, so broken, so utterly in need of a kiss. 

It scared Wooyoung to a degree. It made him lose composure for a second too long. 

Huffing out what was supposed to be a detached laugh, to try and mask the way his heart had skipped a beat, Wooyoung allowed his body to fall back on the chair he was previously sitting at, posture as straight as he could before his eyes traveled back to San’s – without missing the wet, mouth watering spot imprinted on his black slacks where his dick head was so prominent against, drooling for him. 

“I don’t think we’re quite there yet,” Wooyoung said with a smirk, jumping back on his game. “As you said so yourself, we don’t know each other enough.” 

Looking from this angle, Wooyoung could see how San’s hands were balled into two tight fists but doing nothing to avoid the trembles raking through his body. The older man was looking something between pained and confused, his brows furrowed together giving him an almost somber look on his face. It made Wooyoung want more of it. 

“But,” Wooyoung said, popping the last letter purposefully as he touched San’s almost quivering thigh with a finger, letting it go all the way to his crotch, hearing a broken moan when he pressed against San’s full balls, not being able to fight the need to press his whole hand against his hardness, making San whimper. “You’re being so good, I think if you beg just a bit more maybe I’ll change my mind.” 

Understanding flashed behind San’s eyes as his head dropped in what could only be shame before taking a deep breath that came out broken as Wooyoung caressed his cockhead through his pants, making San double over his stomach, hands slamming on the wall behind Wooyoung’s head for support. 

“Mr. Jung,” San started, voice rough and low, making a shiver run down Wooyoung’s spine. “Please.” 

Wooyoung puckered his lips, knowing San was watching him from under his eyelashes, making a thoughtful face while still cupping San’s dick in his hands, massaging it slowly and deliberately. 

“You can do better,” Wooyoung demanded while slapping San’s dick, making him yelp and the wet spot grow on his pants. 

“Mr. Jung,” San tried again, taking a step back this time and going down on his knees, an audible groan leaving his throat as his pants pressed against his erection. Taking a hold of Wooyoung’s crossed calves, San put his head on Wooyoung’s feet, making a smile bloom on his lips and fire replace his blood as it ran down his veins. “I can give you a good kiss if you allow me; I can make it good for you.”                           

“Good for me or for you?” Wooyoung asked as he uncrossed his legs, making San stumble and hold onto his thighs, head going to Wooyoung’s lap as his hands squeezed his soft flesh. 

“For the both of us, I promise,” San said again, his breath fanning at Wooyoung’s middle riff. “Please, just give me a chance.” 

“Look at me,” Wooyoung said, touching San’s face, holding onto his chin with two fingers. “How much do you want this?” 

San was breathing irregularly, his hands on Wooyoung’s legs with a hold so tight it would probably leave a mark. “Is everything I can think about ever since I saw you,” he said. “Your lips on mine, tasting them and those damned lollipops you’re always sucking. I want you to suck me. My lips, my tongue, my cock; I want to push it so far down your throat it's gonna be the only taste you remember.” 

With a smirk and a need so sincere that Wooyoung didn’t remember ever feeling before he whispered, “then kiss me, Mr. Choi and make it memorable.” 

San manhandled him to his feet and Wooyoung let him, enjoying the display of his strength and how much it turned him on. It was something he was looking forward to, he wouldn’t lie; being pressed, held, squeezed, slapped by San was something he was letting dormant beneath his skin or else he would just combust on the spot and Wooyoung still had a game to play. 

But when San grabbed him by the wrists and slammed Wooyoung against the wall, messing up all the chairs in between them, Wooyoung laughed in delight, the strength of his hold making him ache inside his pants. San passed a hand around his waist and the other held his neck, holding Wooyoung in place as they locked eyes and everything seemed to stop. 

San had something interesting inside his eyes that Wooyoung wasn’t used to seeing in moments like this: more than just wanting that moment for what it was, it looked like San needed it. Like everything only made sense when their eyes finally locked and San’s gaze fell to his lips, as if he had been waiting for that moment forever and it was about to change their lives. He felt, more than desired, seen by San in a moment that more than intimacy, it felt like they were sharing a secret. 

One Wooyoung wasn’t into yet but was dying to find out. 

When San’s lips, wet from his saliva and a bit chapped from how long he spent panting like a dog against Wooyoung’s hold finally found his, it was, once again, everything Wooyoung wasn’t expecting. 

He was waiting for San to be demanding, to take from him the pleasure he so desperately wanted. But it was sweet when it happened, just a press of lips at first, just to taste him and to make sure Wooyoung wouldn’t run away, just to make sure it was actually happening. San pressed their bodies close together but even though his erection hadn’t yielded for a second, the only part of him moving was his lips. 

Wooyoung wanted to scream when San did something that he was incredibly familiar with and felt like, for San, the moment was a sweet, sweet revenge: the professor licked Wooyoung’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before pulling away and looking at him, a glint in his eyes that took Wooyoung back to the day he had teased San with his half eaten lollipop. Wooyoung flushed a deep red when San smirked down at him, understanding obvious in both their faces. 

San delved back into him, prying Wooyoung’s lips open with his skilful tongue and making him groan as he let it sneak inside his mouth the moment San pressed his lips against his one more time, now taking it seriously to his promise of making it worth. 

San kissed with the certainty that he was doing a good job. It didn’t take long for it to become wet and messy, a dance that both of them were familiar with the rhythm but discovering a new partner; it was exciting and addictive in a way Wooyoung was sure a kiss had never felt before. It took a groan out of him when San tilted his head back and used the measly centimeters he had on Wooyoung to tower over him and deepen the kiss, shoving his tongue so far back into Wooyoung’s mouth that he felt it everywhere in his body. 

It was maddening and almost frightening how Wooyoung was giving up control so fast and so willingly just because of a kiss. How he was letting himself feel it with completely disregard for everything he had thought he would do, to the things he’s used to do, the moment San's strong arms held him in place and demanded everything Wooyoung had to give.

And he was giving, gladly so, when San left his mouth swollen and spit wet to focus his attention on Wooyoung’s defined jaw, biting and kissing at it, little nips that made Wooyoung’s dick twitch and his nipples stand hard in between them where it rubbed on San’s study chest. San did almost the same as he had done before, using his neck as a playground, leaving marks, the indent of his teeth ready to bloom bruises on the tanned skin that would be hell to hide but a lovely story to tell. 

“Such a good mouth,” Wooyoung whispered and San bit him harder on the junction where his neck met his shoulder, hands tightening where they held Wooyoung by the hips. “Eager too, huh?” 

The bruise San was sucking on his skin was pulsating inside his mouth and left Wooyoung gasping at every suck and swipe of San’s tongue against him, making him clutch on the professor’s shoulder and squirm in place, feeling every suck on his dick as if both places were devilish connected. When San finally let go and Wooyoung felt his skin on fire, he muttered a low, dirty ‘fuck’ and pushed San back until his back was against the nearest wall at the back of the classroom, assuming control of the kiss and taking his lips again in his own demanding way. 

It was thoroughly a power trip to hear San crying out when Wooyoung kissed him, all ferocious and dominant, biting at San’s lips almost punishingly, annoyed for having been reduced to the trembling mess he was. He kept kissing San while pinning him in place, only allowing the man to move when it was time for San to bury his head against his neck again, decorating Wooyoung’s skin with more and more purpling marks. 

At one particular hard suck of San’s lips against Wooyoung’s pulsing point on his neck, he let out a loud and long moan, feeling his knees buckling at the same time San started to shake in front of him, his arms hugging around Wooyoung’s frame and drawing him impossibly closer. It took Wooyoung half a second to realize what had happened and he looked down, watching San’s hips twitching and bucking from where he had just came inside his pants. 

“From kissing alone, Sanie?” Wooyoung mocked him as if he wasn’t about to burst himself. 

“Fuck,” San muttered against his skin where he still had his head buried on Wooyoung’s shoulders. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” 

“And that’s just the beginning, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said while pulling San’s head back by the hairs, watching his red face contorted in the last stages of his pleasure. “I have so much planned for you.” 

With a sigh and a laugh that was more resigned than anything, San said: “Whatever the fuck you want, Mr. Jung.” Reclining his head back against the wall, he finished. “Consider me yours for the take.” 

🍭

Waking up after a night out had always been a nightmare for San, even more so when he had consumed his weight in alcohol. It doesn’t happen often given San is not the party type, but he had a few encounters with hangovers. There’s two times that stand out for him because of the story behind them. 

The first time he got drunk is one of them.

He was 18 and had just been accepted into college. The prospect of such a life changing path starting to open in front of him gave San too many uncertainties in life and he found himself feeling afraid for the first time. 

He had never known fear before – not the one he was feeling now, that made him wonder what would happen with life as he moved forward, and it was a feeling so different from what he had imagined in his head that San wasn’t sure if he could even name it. 

Life back in Namhae had always been his safe space. Growing up at the farm, being surrounded by his family, discovering life through his own eyes but always having their insight to help him figure himself out was everything San knew. Letting go of all this was not something he was sure to be ready to do. 

But the future came quickly and he couldn’t let his life happen on the sidelines. San knew he had to make a decision and, even though his family didn’t need him to be a big person for their sake, San wanted to for himself. So he got drunk for the first time to quench the fear that had made a home in his stomach at thinking that, from that moment on, he was on his own. 

When it came down to it, it wasn’t such a terrifying experience and San made some good friends to last him a lifetime. Yunho and Mingi were some of them and also the ones he was with the night prior. 

Cue the second memorable time he got shit faced. 

San is not struggling in life; he’s actually doing pretty well. He’s healthy, doesn’t have money problems and works doing something he likes. He never thought teaching would give him such joy but figuring out as he went was something that he got used to ever since coming to Seoul. 

But teaching as of recently was giving him more pleasure that he had signed up for. 

Jung Wooyoung was a demon. A starry eyed, skin showing, lip glossed, cum induced demon. There was no other word to describe him other than madness. He had been wearing havoc at every one of San’s thoughts, messing up with his life one devilish smile at times; just looking at him made San’s blood boil and his pants tighten. 

San was feeling completely out of control and he loved it. 

He thought a lot before sharing it with his friends. Wooyoung was no kid at 22 years of life but he was still his student and, even if San was definitely not the authority figure in whatever that relationship was, his friends didn’t know that. But he trusted them enough to at least have good advice. 

Which they didn’t. 

Yunho wanted details and the promise to be made aware if that relationship ever got somewhere and Mingi asked if the boy had any friends – as if he was able to look, pay attention or desire someone other than Yunho but San wouldn’t tell him that. So San spent the night drinking and complaining about how much he wanted to fuck Wooyoung senseless without getting fired. 

“You’re only his teacher inside the classroom, Sanie,” Yunho had said in between sips of his cocktail. “You’re free to rail him everywhere else.”

“Not that the classroom is completely out of boundaries, though,” Mingi jokes. “But I guess you already know that.” 

San groaned as he remembered the mess he made of himself some days prior, an orgasm cursing through him just from a mere kiss. San wasn’t used to being this person. He wasn’t used to being anything other than a good lover and an average boyfriend. He had never been too adventurous in bed even though he knew his way around, but none of his previous girlfriends prepared him for it. 

No one had the fire Wooyoung had; no one prepared him to be reduced to a shaking, lustful mess at the sight of a man. Not even San himself could anticipate just how much he’d like to be talked to like Wooyoung talked to him. He gave him everything before pulling the rug out from under his feet, he praised and humiliated him at the same amount, he gave and demanded like it was the easiest thing he had ever done while giving San doubt after doubt and boner after boner. It was addicting. 

San often knows better than to drink on weekdays – he often knows better than to drink at all giving he can’t quite handle his liquor – but he had slipped last night and had a class to give in a handful of hours when he woke up with the room spinning. 

He managed to recompose enough to look presentable as he stood in front of his class later that day, trying not to think about the way Wooyoung was eyeing him from where he sat, a butterfly shaped pen against his lips as he tried to hide a smirk but doing nothing to disguise the twinkle in his eyes. 

As he walked back and forth to communicate better with the students, the bright lights in the room making him squint his eyes to fight back a headache, San could feel the weight of Wooyoung’s stare on his skin, could almost hear every little giggle he let out behind his hand when San looked at him for a second too long. 

When the class was finally over, everyone but Wooyoung left. It was almost becoming a routine. 

“Wrote down the license plate?” Wooyoung joked as he approached San’s table. 

He was wearing a cute pink overall with white combat boots – something only Wooyoung could pull off if San were to be quite honest – and another one of those hellish crop tops that had a cute image at the front that did nothing to hold San’s attention to it and not to the patch of bronze skin showing under. 

“I think it spells Vodka,” San said with a huff and Wooyoung laughed. San could only stare at how pretty he was with his shining lips and shining eyes. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Wooyoung said before biting softly at his bottom lip as he came closer, tangling his fingers at the back of San’s hair and pushing his head back, standing between his legs. San wanted to reprimand him but he smelled too sweet for that. “Drinking on a weekday, Mr. Choi? I thought you to be more professional than that.” 

San wanted to laugh at his own predicament; the reason for his unprofessionalism calling him out on it was something he wouldn’t imagine, not even in his wildest dreams. He decided to ignore it and let his head fall on Wooyoung’s stomach, feeling the younger’s hand caressing his nape in a touch that was almost tender. 

“Are you tired?” Wooyoung asked and the tenderness was still there and it made the hairs on the back of San’s head stand on edge. It was different from the playful tone he was used to but not unwelcome. 

“Not for you,” San answered what he knew Wooyoung was asking. 

Wooyoung giggled before pulling San’s head back from where it rested on him to leave a kiss on his forehead. “The best boy, aren’t you?” He whispered with a smile before letting go of San’s head to hold his hands, guiding them up to the back of his legs with a playful smile as San looked at him intrigued. 

Letting Wooyoung guide him, it took only a few seconds for San to touch bare skin. He almost gasped at the feel of Wooyoung’s smooth thighs against his hands that he could touch because of the obvious holes the boy had at the back of his – not so cute after all – jeans. 

San looked up at him with lust dripping from his eyes when he pushed his hands higher the curve of his ass and felt, at the tip of his fingers, the small and lacy material of the panties Wooyoung was wearing underneath his clothes. 

“Wore them just for you,” Wooyoung said with a mischievous smile and San groaned, squeezing the round mounds of his ass between his fingers and making Wooyoung sigh contently. 

“You’re gonna fucking kill me, Mr. Jung,” San whispered against his skin as he brought Wooyoung closer to him, letting his face nuzzle on the exposed skin of his ribs as he kept feeling the soft flesh of his ass against his palms. “Gonna fucking kill me.”

“Can you meet me tonight?” Wooyoung asked and San nodded almost instantly. While doing so, San left one finger crept on Wooyoung’s cleft, pushing it inside until he could feel the material of his panties lodged in between his tight ass cheeks, prodding at them and making Wooyoung gasp out loud. 

A loud sound somewhere made them separate, both far too conscious of what just transpired. But whereas Wooyoung was bashful, something like a blush spreading on his cheeks, San was hungry, maddeningly so as he guided the finger that was previously touching Wooyoung to the tip of his nose inhaling deeply before letting it fill his mouth. 

The younger looked at him as if he was seeing San for the first time, desire obvious in every cell of his body before tossing a piece of paper his way and leaving the room, making San watch the teasing skin of his thighs as he went. 

The paper had a phone number scribbled down with lovely handwriting with just a sentence to accompany: call me <3. 

San texted because he was a bit of a coward and wasn’t quite ready to hear Wooyoung’s whispered voice through the statics of the phone. Pressing the button to send the first message seemed like a fever dream. 

San was a bit breathless and turned on from sheer anticipation when he locked his phone and fell backwards on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank look. After sending Wooyoung his location, he calculated it would take the boy around one hour to arrive at his apartment, considering he lived in the campus’ dorms.

It was enough time for him to take a good look at his apartment, walking from one room to another and taking in the image he made of a bachelor. He lived in a moderately good neighborhood, his apartment didn’t have any mold or infiltration on the walls, it smelled like a mix of laundry detergent, his favorite perfume and the fake roses spray that lied somewhere on the floor. A good enough home for a hookup. 

But San, somewhere in his mind, had decided that Wooyoung deserved better. Not much because it was all he could give, but something. He rolled his sleeves up and went to clean up every nook and crane he found. He dusted, changed things out of place, went as far as using the forgotten vacuum cleaner in his room. 

He knew it was, undoubtedly, out of nerves. Wooyoung was coming over and the prospect of the night ending up in some rough rounds of sex was big. He was trying to distract himself from it or else he wouldn’t make it as far as taking his clothes off before coming desperately like he had when the boy kissed him. 

San was embarrassed at first but he had accepted that there had never been any other outcome for him at the moment. Wooyoung did things to him; good, new, almost forbidden things, to his body and his mind – he would leave his heart out of the equation for now, that was not what that relationship was about even though the younger boy did make it skip some good beats when he was around – and San wasn’t ashamed to say he enjoyed it thoroughly. 

If it was anyone else, San would think of this night as a date. But Wooyoung, in all his charming glory and teasing smiles, had never expressed that he thought of San as anything other than someone he wanted to have sex with. And even that was a stretch; the boy had just done whatever he wanted to San without giving any explanations, any reasoning or justifications. He just did and San hoped for the best. 

Of course San could see, shining brightly behind his droopy eyelids when Wooyoung was close, the same desire that reflected off his own eyes. It was proof enough of what it was there between them and how he had only had a small taste of it up until now. And San wasn’t, certainly, past begging for more.  

When Wooyoung arrived, San had just finished showering. He hadn’t planned to give him an eyeful but when he heard the doorbell ringing, San had panicked a little at the thought of leaving Wooyoung waiting. So he paddled out of the bathroom, some water still dripping from his damp hair as he secured a towel against his waist and went to the door.

San was more than aware that it had taken more than the hour he had thought at first for Wooyoung to get there and, even if he had grown anxious thinking maybe Wooyoung had given up and he would never hear from him again, all those thoughts were forgotten the moment San got his eyes on him. 

Wooyoung was dressed in baby pink from head to toe. His boots that had matching pink laces, had a platform that gave him some inches and made his legs, that San was already completely gone for, look leaner and even more enticing. And the legs, naked, were barely covered by a tight skirt, pink with details in black threads on the edges and two slits on the front, one on each side, that ended way too close to Wooyoung’s crotch with matching black bows at the top. The skirt barely covered the expanse of Wooyoung’s ass, San could notice. Another thing that was barely covered was his stomach, adorned by another one of Wooyoung’s crop tops – San was starting to question if those were the only style of shirts he owned – that, aside from being barely a piece of clothing, it still had a heart shaped cut on the chest, exposing even more skin. As funny as it was, given how naked Wooyoung already was, he was wearing a fluffy pink jacket that was nowhere near being used to warm him with the way it was pushed barely up his wrists, hanging from his frame.

When San managed to take his eyes off of Wooyoung’s body, he got hit by his teasing eyes, decorated with a soft hue of makeup that gave him an almost unreal look. Wooyoung looked like a fairy and a demon had a child with the sole purpose of dragging San through hell and back in the most pleasurable way not even the best storytellers could’ve thought of. 

He was wearing fucking gems in his hair, for fuck’s sake. San wasn’t sure if he wanted to ruin him or be ruined by him. 

Wooyoung wiggled as San took his time to drink in the sight of him, which helped to get the older man out of his stupor, making him clean his throat in a pathetic cough, stepping aside to let Wooyoung in. San had been partially hidden by the door and the moment his – also – half naked body came into full view, he watched Wooyoung’s teasing smirk drop to something almost dangerous. 

“I’m sorry for, huh,” San stumbled on his words as he closed the door and turned to face Wooyoung, a blush spreading through his cheeks all the way down to his chest. “I was showering, sorry. I’ll be back in a minute, let me just put on some clothes.” 

“There’s no need,” Wooyoung said as he walked towards San, losing his sweatshirt on the way to free his hands when he was close enough to use the pad of his fingers to touch San’s naked shoulders. “I quite like the view.” 

Wooyoung kept trailing his fingers over San’s skin, digging them on the valley of his collarbones before spreading both palms on his naked, heating chest. Wooyoung let out a sigh when he touched him, flexing his palms to squeeze on San’s defined, hard pectoral muscles, eyes zeroed on his chest. 

His open palms were slowly sliding down, one excruciating inch at time and it felt like forever had passed until San felt Wooyoung’s fingers brushing past his nipples. He let out a gasp that caught Wooyoung’ attention, his head snapping up at him like a cat, San managed to barely catch a smirk on his lips before his eyes rolled back on his skull when Wooyoung pinched both his nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck,” San whispered as his hips twitched and he felt incredibly exposed with only a towel to try and hide his almost swelling bulge. It was laughable just how much Wooyoung could take out of him with so little effort. 

Wooyoung caressed both his nipples with his thumb, flicking them back and forth until the skin was pebbled, hard under the attention and San was fisting the towel to try and be rational about all of that. San wasn’t used to having his nipples played with it and the easiness with which he got hard from that stimulation alone made his head spin. It was a part of his body that he never really paid much attention but Wooyoung, seeming completely competent on his job of making San lose his mind, knew exactly how to touch him.

The younger’s palms kept descending on his body, leaving fire burning on its wake that was set ablaze by the fuel that was Wooyoung’s look on him. He was eating up every centimeter of the exposed skin, his body taking in San’s shape in a way that was almost regal, revenant. When his hands finally arrived on San’s navel after a long and painful trip down his body, Wooyoung held the fabric of the towel, slipping his fingers inside to touch San’s skin. 

“Oops,” Wooyoung said when he undid the messy knot that was securing the towel in place and it fell to the floor, pooling on San’s feet and leaving him exposed in front of Wooyoung.   

San hadn’t spoken a word ever since Wooyoung approached him, and had been almost speechless ever since he first saw him. Wooyoung was looking good, the clothes he chose to wear making him look petite, alluring enough for San to not have any coherent thoughts, only being able to imagine just how good Wooyoung would look beneath him, taking his cock with his outfit still in place, ruining what he so carefully crafted together for San’s misery.  

San felt himself wanting to take him, to possess Wooyoung – in more ways than one. 

“Can I touch you?” San asked because, deep down, he knew he needed permission. 

Wooyoung had always touched San freely, the professor having no shame to beg for his touch. But when it came to himself, Wooyoung had maintained some kind of aloofness, a detachment from San that he would have thought it to be disinterest if that was anyone else. But not Wooyoung, not after the kiss they shared. Wooyoung’s desire was visible on every look, on every ragged breath that left his parted lips as he watched San’s chest heaving in front of him. 

“No,” Wooyoung said with a smile, caressing San’s naked hip almost as if his stiff dick wasn’t there in between them demanding attention. “At least not yet.” 

When Wooyoung cocked his head to the side, eyes going down to look at San’s navel, he felt himself twitching under the younger’s gaze. “Mr. Jung…” 

“So polite,” Wooyoung cooed, the hand previously on San’s hips sneaking to caress down his happy trail until he skimmed over the course, trimmed hairs sitting at the base of San’s dick. “But I need more. I need to use you, Sanie.” 

San shuddered at his words. It wasn’t news to him; he had already realized that Wooyoung took pleasure in seeing him submit. But hearing it like this, so crudely and so honest made San eager to please. 

“And I need you desperate,” Wooyoung kept going, two fingers wrapping snuggly around San’s base and cutting the blood flow, making him twitch and leak a fat glob on the floor between them “I need you to need me.” 

San wanted to say that he does, he already has Wooyoung too deep under his skin to turn back now. He wanted to scream at him that, right now, there was no life outside those walls, there was nothing else in the world but Wooyoung’s breath hitting his skin, the feel of his hand around him, the light dancing behind his eyes. San needed him so fucking bad. 

But it got lost on the tightening of Wooyoung’s fingers before he lost the pressure, leaving San with a gasp going past his lips. San tried to chase the touch but Wooyoung stepped back with a smile that would scare the devil. 

“Do you have water?”   

San spent the next hour in a limbo. 

After Wooyoung got him naked and hard, he left San standing in the middle of the living room as he went to the kitchen to search for something to drink. He did end up having only a glass of water, looking at San’s still dazed figure as he stared at him in almost comical shock seeing Wooyoung smirk. 

He got out of the initial stupor when he realized Wooyoung had no plans to come back to finish what he started anytime soon as the boy said he was feeling kinda hungry. San nodded, taking a deep breath and going to pick the towel from the floor, being stopped by Wooyoung’s voice from the kitchen, saying he didn’t need it. San blushed but complied; it was giving him a thrill, some kind of adrenaline rush that little game they were playing. 

Wooyoung ended up making them pasta. San had thought about making dinner and going on about this as an actual date but he wasn’t sure. Before he went to take a shower, he had left all the ingredients they would on the counter just in case, as much as that wasn’t the situation he had in mind, they did end up making good use of them. 

San would never dwell on the most probably countless of hygiene rules they were breaking having him naked on the kitchen since he couldn’t care less as he watched Wooyoung maneuver on the space, his tight skirt going up the swell of his ass every time he bent down to pick something on the fridge. 

He was teasing San, leaving small touches all over him, making San stand behind him to stir the sauce as Wooyoung subtly pressed against his always half hard dick, swirling his hips as he engaged San in a conversation even if he had his clothed cleft moving up and down his cock. 

They talked – Wooyoung talked and San listened, not really sure if he was able to give any good inputs on the conversation as his blood was on a downward motion – and they just stopped when dinner was finally ready. Wooyoung asked in a sweet voice if they could eat in the living room and of course San agreed, moving their plates to the table in the middle of the room before Wooyoung sat down on the floor, crossing his legs in front of him and making San groan. 

With the way he was sitting, his legs bent on the knees and feet tucked under his thighs, his skirt traveled up and left Wooyoung completely exposed. San could see, as clear as day, the white material of the panties he was using, barely covering his soft bulge, balls almost escaping from the sides and making San’s mouth water. 

If he was hungry now, it wasn’t for food. 

They ate while watching a movie, Wooyoung’s lively commentary making San manage to divert the attention he had on his body to him for a while. 

Wooyoung was funny, witty, and seemed incredibly smart. Even if they were – trying to – watch a comedy, he had inputs about some problematic behaviors of the characters that San had spotted before himself and managed to make it lighthearted. San got reminded that the boy studied psychology and almost snorted at the thought that Wooyoung was obviously not playing any mind games or whatever with him, it was pure and unadulterated lust from both sides. 

San was paying attention to him in between bites until Wooyoung’s barefoot – he had lost his boots at the door upon entering – touched his calf. His eyes snapped to where they touched and his dick gave a small twitch of interest at it. Wooyoung kept talking but San had been dragged into his spell again; as much as his lips were moving, San could only think about how much he wanted to kiss them. 

As that one sided conversation kept going, San was hyper aware of every small inch up his legs Wooyoung’s foot was going up. He felt the toes, wiggling, all the way up from the back of his knees until it was touching the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, making San suck in a breath when Wooyoung pressed at the space where his leg and crotch met, just resting his foot there as San grew hard from the mere proximity of Wooyoung’s skin. 

Wooyoung moved his ankle, applying pressure to the point of contact, until he was almost massaging San’s crotch, making the professor’s head hang down, looking at where they touched. Wooyoung’s toes were manicured of course they were, painted in a soft shade of off-white with little hearts decorating the nail polish. Wooyoung, seeing where San’s attention was, giggled in front of him before inching his foot lower, the curve of his sole now pressing against San’s balls, making him hiss. 

Wooyoung had gone silent but San couldn’t lift his head to look at him. He could feel the weight of his stare, but the moment he looked in his direction, his eyes got hooked somewhere else. 

He was back on looking between Wooyoung’s legs now and they were open, not even trying to pretend he wasn’t showing off. San almost drooled at the sight again, the skirt hiking and bunching on Wooyoung’s lap leaving his crotch exposed. San could see the pattern of his panties, the see through material with only the imprint of a butterfly in the middle where he could see not even a strand of hair. He imagined if that applied to all parts of him. 

San knew Wooyoung caught him looking by the way he seemed to have swollen just the tiniest bit in between his legs, the thought of being watched like that probably arousing to him. Wooyoung’s foot moved again drawing a whine out of San when it pressed more forcefully against his balls before moving lower, sneaking in between them and his taint, his blunt toenail scratching softly at the space and making San gasp. 

He was back on being fully hard, his cock stiff and a little red at the head from being on edge for a while. He never really went soft ever since Wooyoung arrived and San wondered if just one orgasm would make him satisfied when all of this came to an end. 

“Do you like my panties?” Wooyoung asked and San took a deep breath before nodding, eyes still on his most desired prize. “You think I look good in them?” 

“I think I need a clearer view,” San said and Wooyoung giggled again before getting up, San following him with his eyes and going to sit on his knees in front of him almost involuntarily. 

“Take it off for me,” Wooyoung said as he unbuttoned his tight skirt. 

San shuffled closer, still on his knees because it was the perfect height to touch Wooyoung’s midriff, and grabbed the soft material of his skirt, dragging them down his body with almost devotion, helping Wooyoung step out of it and discarding it next to the sofa. 

When he was finally in his underwear only – San didn’t count the piece of cloth as a shirt anyways – San couldn’t really help himself when he touched Wooyoung’s hips, shuffling until he was close enough to bury his face on Wooyoung’s stomach, right bellow his belly button, and inhaling his scent. 

Wooyoung let him, thankfully, his hands touching San’s were it held him and covering them with his bigger palms. 

“Fuck,” San whispered against him, nuzzling his face down until his lips touched the soft material of Wooyoung’s underwear. 

San left a small kiss on the bow at the top before he nosed his way down until his whole face was pressed against Wooyoung’s bulge. He got thrown back to the day Wooyoung had whispered to him ‘mine looks almost like a clit’ and San’s cock drooled. He kept nosing over the bulge, leaving soft kisses on Wooyoung’s half hard cock and he noticed that yes, he was on the small side. 

“Gonna make my clit hard, Sannie,” Wooyoung whispered a bit brokenly and San pressed his face closer, the scent between Wooyoung’s legs becoming muskier by the seconds. 

San mouthed the skin, wetting the soft material with his saliva, feeling the outline of Wooyoung’s dick on his tongue and getting a bit dizzy from sheer want. Turning him around in a spur of the moment, Wooyoung gasped when San got a view of his ass. 

It was everything San had repeatedly dreamed about. 

The skin was the same caramel color as the rest of him and San imagined for a second Wooyoung naked under the sun, letting it soak all parts of him equally. It was also soft, so soft, just like everywhere else on him when San left a kiss over a cheek before palming both of them, caressing in almost reverie and feeling goosebumps raise on the skin. San was acting on autopilot again when let his head drop, nose catching on the higher part of Wooyoung’s cleft that almost chewed the small line of the panties where it buried in between his mounds and inhaled again, nose traveling up and down the clothed parting until he was licking all over him, lapping desperately, hands pulling Wooyoung’s ass cheeks apart to allow his tongue to touch deeper, the scorching skin in the middle making San lose his mind. 

Wooyoung’s entrance was still hidden by the panties but San still licked over it, shoving his tongue everywhere he could reach, drooling over his chin and wetting the whole fabric. Wooyoung was panting, his body bent forward just enough to jut his ass back into San’s tongue. The older one let go of one ass cheek, letting it slap against his face and passed a hand in between Wooyoung’s thighs, palm closing at his hard bulge. 

He was soaking wet, the panties clinging onto his skin when San cupped him. If only San had a bigger hand, Wooyoung’s cock and balls would fit right into his palm. San thumbed at Wooyoung’s cockhead, feeling it drool down his length and bite on his skin, catching the panties in between his teeth and just wishing to destroy it with his mouth. 

The younger boy was panting, holding San’s head against him and the older could feel the edges of the puckered skin of his entrance on his tongue, making him groan against him and, with no second thoughts, making San’s tongue try and breach the barrier the underwear was imposing. Upon feeling it, even in between his heavy pants and light mewls, Wooyoung grabbed San’s head by the hairs and pulled him away. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Wooyoung said in denial. “You know that’s not it, Sanie.” 

Wooyoung turned around and San’s eyes, blown wide with lust, zeroed in on his dripping bulge, the amount of precum Wooyoung produced seeping through the material of his butterfly shaped panties making them translucent. 

“I asked you to take off my skirt, Sanie, not my panties,” Wooyoung said with a disapproving tone and San nodded, taking a deep breath and being hit with the smell of his arousal. He groaned and Wooyoung smiled. “And they’re a bit ruined right now, aren’t they? You made it all wet and dirty.” 

“Sorry,” San whispered, fingers itching to go back on touching him, mouth dry awaiting for his taste. 

“Then clean it up for me,” Wooyoung said, softly guiding San’s head back to his bulge.

San mouthed over his cockhead through the fabric, almost slurping around it the best he could, eager to please. Wooyoung moaned loudly, holding San’s head with both hands as he kept licking everywhere on his crotch, almost crying in frustration when he couldn’t properly feel him. Wooyoung’s small dick was constricted inside his panties, bulging prettily with his swollen balls now finally escaping from the side where San latched his mouth onto, seeing how Wooyoung’s thighs started to shake at the attention.  

But it wasn’t enough. San wanted all of him, everywhere, for as long as he could. He wanted to feel the weight of him on his tongue, wanted to drink from him from the source, he wanted to see how deep he could take Wooyoung inside his mouth before he gagged. 

So he asked. 

“Please,” San whispered because Wooyoung likes when he behaves. “Let me suck you off.” 

Wooyoung giggled in between his heavy breathing, pulling San’s head back making him look up at him. “Do you even know how to suck dick? You look so inexperienced, Sanie.”

Objectively, San didn’t. Wooyoung was the first man he had ever been attracted to, the thought of putting a dick in his mouth had never even crossed his mind before. But Wooyoung was just… delectable. San wanted to touch him everywhere. 

“I…” San trailed off, fingers hooking on the waistband of Wooyoung’s panties. “I learn fast, I promise.” 

Wooyoung laughed again, the sound rich and bubbly. “Always so eager, Sanie.” 

“For you, I am,” San blurted out. “Please, I need–”

“Repeat with me, then,” Wooyoung said “‘Please, Mr. Jung’”

“Please, Mr. Jung…” 

“‘Fill my drooling mouth with your cock’”

“F-fill my drooling mouth with your cock,” San felt his cheeks heating up, almost matching the same heat at the rest of his body, when he realized that he was, indeed, drooling.  

“‘And only stop when you cum down my throat’”

“And only stop when you c-cum down my throat,” San was feeling tears fill his eyes but he couldn’t care. It was almost like he was under a spell, repeating every word like a mantra, trying his hardest to make his voice steady but trembling at every other word. 

“Such a good boy,” Wooyoung praised him. “Beg again. I like the sound of your voice when you do.” Wooyoung sounded so earnest that San felt himself filled with pride.  

“Please, please just–” He said, a stray tear falling down without him even noticing. Wooyoung nodded, using a thumb to clear it off of his face. “I need your cock, I– I need you.”

“Oh, I know you do,” Wooyoung cooed. 

Wooyoung brushed his fingers on his that were still on his panties, whispering a low ‘take them off, Sanie’ and San, finally, pulled the offensive piece of clothing off.

The boy was fully hard now, his cock bouncing back when it was freed from its confines. San couldn’t lose any more time; it was not physically possible for him to. Even though San had no experience, he knew what felt good on him and decided to go from there. 

Licking a fat stripe down the side of Wooyoung’s cock, San’s tongue almost covered all of it in one go, making Wooyoung gasp and fumble to grab San’s hair again. His taste, now together with the soft heat of his dick where San could touch, was addicted. So San indulged in what he was granted, taking Wooyoung inside his mouth with not an ounce of expertise but with all the want in the world. 

Wooyoung had the perfect size to fit in San’s mouth. As he started to move his head, feeling Wooyoung’s tight hold on his scalp, San managed to bury his nose on the smooth skin of his crotch, no hair adorning the base of his dick, and managed to not gag too much. Wooyoung barely scratched the back of his throat with the pace San was going, still building up a rhythm while trying to see what felt good. 

He was probably doing a good job for a first time seeing how Wooyoung was panting, hips twitching a little trying to have more friction. San hollowed his cheeks, sucking the excess of drool he was letting escape and Wooyoung moaned loud, dripping precum on his tongue, the salty taste invading San’s mouth. 

“You’re so messy, Sanie,” Wooyoung whispered and San looked up at him, the sight making Wooyoung swear under his breath. “Drooling like a dog all over me.”

San felt himself twitch and leak, the insult making a heat pool on his lower belly. He had never been one to try such things before, he was actually incredibly vanilla when it came to sex. But Wooyoung was just giving him everything, making him discover that, when it came to him, San would probably enjoy everything. 

“But it’s such a good mouth,” Wooyoung praised right after making San whine. It was the push and pull game San had realized Wooyoung liked so much. He wiped and soothed him at the same amount and every word made San hornier than before. “Such a warm hole for me to use, huh?” 

San cried out, tears falling from his eyes again as he forced more of his face down on Wooyoung’s dick, holding on his hips to push more of him inside his mouth. San was drooling a good amount, Wooyoung was right, so he took advantage of the mess he had already made to push his tongue out, letting it coat Wooyoung’s balls with his saliva. The boy cried out, moaning San’s name loudly. 

“Gonna fuck your mouth, Sanie, can I?” Wooyoung asked, a bit breathless as his taste became stronger. San knew he was close.

Nodding desperately, San stopped his movements and let Wooyoung take over. The boy started from where San had left, pace already picking up as shoved himself inside San’s mouth, making him gag for the first time at the intensity of his thrusts. The pace was knocking the air out of him, making San clutch onto Wooyoung’s thighs and cave his nails on the skin, the action making Wooyoung’s voice raise in pitch, staccato breaths the only things leaving his mouth now. 

Being used like this, being made to kneel and take cock like it was what he was made to do clouded a bit of San’s mind. He had been thinking about Wooyoung a lot, and had been dreaming about having him a plethora of different ways. He had imagined himself taking over, controlling the boy as he drilled inside of him, at every possible warm hole that would be offered as they both fell apart. 

But this, being subjected to Wooyoung’s own pleasure with a hint of disregard for his own, being told what to do, what to not do, gave San a type of pleasure he had never experienced before; Being at someone else’s mercy made him harder than he had ever thought possible. 

Wooyoung was mumbling nonsense as he started to shove San’s face down on him, eyes rolled back on his head and such a blissful expression on his face that San felt himself going up to cloud nine. He was the one responsible for making Wooyoung feel like this. It made his dick throb almost painfully in between his thighs. 

“Fuck,” Wooyoung whispered, tilting San’s head back slightly to change the angle and thrusting deeper, making San gag again, the sound of his spluttering only spurring Wooyoung on. “Fuck, it feels so good…” 

San cried out again, a sob wrecking his body when Wooyoung buried himself inside his throat and stayed there for a few seconds, only thrusting shallowly before pulling back and starting to fuck his mouth again. 

He was feeling floaty, probably a mix of the lack of oxygen and how hard he was. San wanted to touch himself, wanted to cum when Wooyoung did, and shared the same moment of euphoria with him. But San didn’t know if he was allowed, wasn’t even sure he actually wanted to end it like this. He had expectations, he wouldn’t lie. He had already envisioned putting Wooyoung in all fours and fucking him open until all he could remember was his cock. 

But looking at how it had developed, San knew it probably wouldn’t happen. Wooyoung had barely acknowledged San’s dick, touching it only to rile him up. It made him torn between being upset or even more turned on if that was humanly possible.

“I’m gonna cum, Sanie,” Wooyoung whispered as his thrusts faltered and San, in a spur of the moment, pressed his middle finger in between Wooyoung’s ass cheeks, brushing his drying entrance. 

Wooyoung shook and came down San’s throat with a loud cry, his hands tightening impossibly further on San’s hair as he buried himself inside, shooting ribbons inside his mouth. San saw as Wooyoung’s knees wobbled and the boy held on his shoulders to keep standing and decided to chase his twitching hips himself as Wooyoung drew back slightly, making the boy gasp before holding San by the neck and shoving him down on him again, keeping him there until there was nothing left to drip out of him.  

The younger eased out of him slowly, watching as some of his spent made the way out with him, dripping from San’s mouth when he couldn’t swallow all of it. It tasted weird, much too bitter for his liking, but San gladly accepted because it came from Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung kneeled while keeping San’s face in between his hands. Giving him a bright, almost dizzying smile, Wooyoung licked the mess that was dribbling down San’s chin and with some of it scooped on his tongue, he shoved it down San’s throat. It was a messy, dirty kiss. 

San moaned against his mouth, his hips twitching as he tried to grab whatever part of Wooyoung he could find. The boy allowed him, thankfully, to pull him close enough so that San’s cockhead was brushing on his stomach, leaving a wet, sticky trail on it. Pulling back from the kiss, Wooyoung looked at where San was rutting against him with a breathless smile. 

“You were so good for me, Sanie,” Wooyoung whispered in between leaving kisses all over San’s face. “You deserve a reward now, don’t you?” 

San nodded weakly, the barely there pressure he managed to make against Wooyoung skin making him pant. Wooyoung’s mouth on him, kissing down his neck now, was hot and wet, and everything San could think about was how much he wanted it around him. 

“Then come get it,” Wooyoung said before turning around and laying on the ground on all fours, chest touching the carpet as he stood with his ass in the air. The image alone almost made San cum untouched. “That’s what you want right? To touch me, my tight ass?” 

San shuffled on his knees in an impressive speed given how numb they were from being in the same position for so long. It took mere seconds until he was close to Wooyoung, draping his body over his and locking the younger in between him and the ground, nuzzling on the sweaty hairs on his nape making Wooyoung huff out a laugh. 

“Cum all over me, Sanie,” Wooyoung said as San positioned his cock in between his ass cheeks, the amount of precum he had dribbling out of him doing the job to smooth the slide in between the mounds. “Like the good dog you are.” 

San grunted a low, raspy ‘fuck’ under his breath, the way his voice cracked and seemed hoarse making him even more pent up. Wooyoung was clenching his ass cheeks as San slid in between them, holding onto his base to guide his dick inside. He could feel, almost teasingly, the puckered skin of Wooyoung’s entrance and directed his cock head to rub on that perfect spot.

Wooyoung started to pant, his legs openly wider, invitingly as San kept teasing his hairless entrance that was pulsing under the attention. San would give everything to just press in deeper, to breach him open on his cock and bury himself in what he knew would be the tightest, most amazing fit in the world. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” San whispered as he bended to leave kisses on Wooyoung’s sweaty spine. “Is already so tight and I’m not even inside you yet.”

Wooyoung moaned, pushing back on him as San kept moving. “Just…” He whispered as a hand went to San’s hips almost as if to stop him. “Just a bit, Sanie.” 

Upon understanding what Wooyoung wanted, San leaked again, pathetically out of control of his own body as the thick, heavy glob ran down Wooyoung’s crack and all the way to his balls. 

“You’re not stretched, Wooyoung,” San whispered to him. It was probably the first time he had spoken his name out loud. 

“I don’t care,” he said. “It’s just a bit, just… just the tip.”

Even in the heat of the moment, San was aware enough to not hurt Wooyoung. He knew he just couldn’t go to town like that without properly making him ready for it but he also couldn’t deny Wooyoung anything he wanted. 

San knew it wouldn’t fit. Not even because he was on the more than average side but because he was so engorged, so ready to cum that his dick was swollen to an almost worrying size. But he listened to him and positioned himself on Wooyoung’s twitching hole, slapping over it a couple of times making the younger hiss. San could see, from the way Wooyoung’s hand was moving underneath him, that he was hard again. 

“Fuck, just like that,” Wooyoung said, and San slapped him again, his fat cock making an audible noise when it touched the skin. “Put it in, come on.”

San cursed again but didn’t hold back this time. Holding onto his base, he smeared precum on the entrance before pushing, not even enough to make any real attempt but just to feel the skin giving slightly under the touch. Wooyoung gasped again, a curse of his own slipping past his lips this time before San did it again, putting more pressure on the movement this time and feeling Wooyoung’s knees wobbling, his head thumping on the ground. 

San was about to burst. Every time he pressed further, more of the skin gave way to him. He wasn’t even close to being inside of him, but he could already feel the much warmer, much wetter skin of Wooyoung’s inside brushing at his slit. Wooyoung was breathing heavily, body completely bent in the middle to stick his ass out as much as he could for San to use. 

“It’s not gonna fit, baby,” San said and the nickname slipped without him giving much thought about it. “Such a tight little hole.” 

San watched goose bumps break on Wooyoung’s skin and the boy shook his head, telling him to keep going under his breath. San took a deep breath and shuffled back. Before Wooyoung could complain, San grabbed both his ass cheeks with his hands and pulled them apart before spitting on Wooyoung’s hole. 

“Fuck,” Wooyoung mewled. 

San took his place again and rubbed his saliva on the puckered skin before pressing deeper this time. The skin gave in beautifully, opening up to him almost hungrily. San knew it hurt by the sob Wooyoung let out, but his hand never stopped moving which meant that, for whatever reason, the boy liked it. 

“So fucking tight,” San said in between his teeth as he kept pressing, feeling a few inches of his cockhead slipping inside. He grabbed Wooyoung’s hips with one hand, holding tightly enough to leave a mark. “But so hungry for me, huh?” 

Wooyoung screamed a curse when San’s whole cockhead entered him, the older opting to hold his ass cheeks apart far enough to help the slide. 

“Fuck , it feels so good, it feels so good, San,” Wooyoung mumbled as he moved his hips, barely giving them any friction to rely on but enough to make it all too real. 

Wooyoung’s hole was fluttering on his cock, begging to be fucked hard and deep and San couldn’t really hold back anymore. He pulled back until the head popped free and, after spitting on the open entrance again, he pushed inside.

“I’m gonna cum,” San whispered, almost as if looking for permission. “Please, I- let me come, please.” 

Wooyoung only nodded his response and San pulled back, sandwiching himself in between his skin again and rubbing on it twice before he came. It splattered on Wooyoung’s skin, some shooting all the way up his spine but the majority dripping down his crack, enveloping San’s whole cock that kept thrusting, rubbing on the slightly loose entrance that took some of his cum inside of him. 

Feeling the warmth of his spent on his skin made Wooyoung shout as another orgasm hit him, his body shaking and legs giving until he lied flatly on the ground, San’s body following him to keep on rutting on Wooyoung’s ass until he was also exhausted. 

San rolled off of him and lied facing the ceiling, his eyes closed until he felt a weight on his chest and looked down to see Wooyoung lying there, the disheveled mop of black hair greeting him. Taking Wooyoung’s hand that was hovering uncertainty over his stomach, San laced their fingers together and kissed the back of Wooyoung’s hand, keeping it against his mouth to press butterflies kisses all over it, making the younger giggle. 

Resting on his chin to look up at him, Wooyoung looked sleepy. 

“You live far away?” San asked, trying to not let it show that he had calculated the distance from the dorms to his apartment. 

“Do you want me gone already?” Wooyoung asked but there was a hint of a smile on his voice. 

“I was going to ask if you want to sleep here,” San said, sounding almost embarrassed. “You don’t have to like, sleep with me or anything, I can take the touch. There’s another room but it’s not furnished so I can’t off-”

Wooyoung cut him with another giggle before he could keep on rambling. “I would like to sleep here,” Wooyoung said. “With you.” 

San failed to fight back a smile. 

🍭

What happened last night wasn’t really on Wooyoung’s plans, he thought as he snuggled deeper inside San’s arms.

Not that he had any actual plans to begin with. 

Wooyoung was sure that it had never happened before to him to be so desperate like he had been last night. The moment that San touched him, the moment he felt him on his skin, he threw caution out the window in a heartbeat and everything he could think about was how much he wanted him. 

Throughout his college life – that hasn’t started so long ago if he were to be honest – Wooyoung had a vast number of hookups. People could even call him the king of the walk of shame – he had done it quite some times. 

But he liked it. The whole no strings attached deal was appealing to him, not having to give two fucks about socially acceptable behavior in a morning after was liberating. Wooyoung knew he had left people wanting more, wanting to actually get to know him or whatever they needed to start a relationship. But Wooyoung never really thought it was something he would be good at. 

Wooyoung likes to think of himself as a free spirit, as someone as untamed as the wind. He doesn’t do morning after, he doesn’t do dates. Everything happens at his own pace and his own volition. And he never wanted to stay for breakfast until Choi San asked him to. 

He didn’t want to think about it or how everything seemed to change, at least within him, ever since they kissed. 

Wooyoung was used to people wanting him but San was different; he looked at him with something akin to devotion and it made Wooyoung feel things he had never felt before. San, even though he had his intentions clear in his eyes, had never made Wooyoung feel like he was only lusted after; which would’ve been okay, Wooyoung thought, because that’s what he was used to and looked after. 

But San with his soft spoken voice seemed to have Wooyoung’s best interest in mind. Wooyoung wasn’t sure what gave him the impression – it was probably that split second when San asked him if he was okay after meeting Mr. Bom, more concern than lust in his eyes and that was more than anyone that he had ever slept with had shown him before.

Wooyoung knew he shouldn’t fall for it – it was the bare minimum – but he had made poor choices in life that led him to believe it was already much more than what he deserved. 

When San groaned behind him, tightening his hold around Wooyoung’s waist, he smiled contently and turned around in his arms to watch as the older slowly blinked awake and laughed weakly upon finding his eyes, a hand traveling to caress Wooyoung’s hair. 

“How can someone look pretty with eye boogers?” San said and Wooyoung flashed him a smile of his own. 

And that was the thing with San; everything about him seemed so honest that there was no way Wooyoung could not believe he was being sincere when he looked at him like Wooyoung was the prettiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on. 

“I also have morning breath,” Wooyoung said and San laughed.

Passing a leg over Wooyoung’s body and straddling him, San held both of Wooyoung’s hands over his head in one of the few displays of dominance the boy had seen of him – Wooyoung couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

“I don’t think I care,” San said before leaning down to kiss him. 

They were both lucky it was Saturday because a kiss turned into countless and they spent hours rolling around in bed. It was a welcomed change to just kiss like this, without having to care about being seductive, about having to act up to get people worked up, about having to play up all the parts so it would still be interesting. 

San didn’t make any moves to make more of what was happening and just kissed him; his lips, his face, his chest, his stomach. It wasn’t long before they were both hard but it was at the back of their minds; the enjoyment of exchanging caresses like that was much more urgent than whatever release. 

But Wooyoung is demanding, his body is needy. After a while he rolled his hips up, feeling San heavy against him, and gasped inside his mouth when San pressed back. They weren’t naked because San insisted Wooyoung wore a set of his pajamas to bed – and it tugged on his heartstrings when he saw the older trying to hide a mokoko one with his big body – and the soft material was starting to damp as they kept rubbing against one another. 

“Fuck,” San grunted and his hips started to twitch. Wooyoung would’ve teased him if only he also hadn’t been on edge probably ever since San started to touch him. 

San’s orgasm triggered his own and they shook into each other’s arms until the aftershocks subsided. 

“You’re making a habit out of coming in your pants or what?” Wooyoung teased and watched San rolling his eyes before rolling out of bed and pulling him up, making Wooyoung stumble into his arms with a giggle. 

“And who’s fault is that?”

San stopped at the kitchen with both hands on his hips looking as if he was contemplating life. 

“You have no idea how to cook, do you?” Wooyoung asked while laughing. 

“Well…” San turned to him while his eyebrows raised while probably trying to come up with an answer that wasn’t completely embarrassed. “I don’t starve.” 

“Yeah, you definitely don’t,” Wooyoung said while eyeing San’s shirtless body suggestively. 

While Wooyoung cooked them breakfast with the little San got – he definitely wasn’t starving but not for lack of trying since his cupboards were incredibly empty – they unconsciously got to know each other better. 

Wooyoung found out San came from the countryside and had been living on his own ever since he started college. He also learned that San was almost a decade older than him even if he could pass as a junior dressed in his sweatpants and with his hair tousled like that, which shouldn’t have been so arousing but Wooyoung knew himself enough to know that the older they get, the better. 

He also spoke a bit about himself even if he had doubts about how much to share at the beginning. Whereas San got excited about opening up, Wooyoung was more reserved and the older one seemed to catch up really quickly on how he was trying to avoid turning the conversation around. 

However, what made him let go of the inhibitions and start talking was the way San refused to let the conversation die down even though Wooyoung was unresponsive at first, only humming here and there when San tried to ask questions of his own. San kept the topics going, reading the room incredibly fast to know if something seemed to not settle well with Wooyoung. 

And the younger realized that, for the first time in a while, someone was putting in the effort to actually get to know him past the bedroom. San was eager for his answers, for the little Wooyoung was sharing, always giving his full and undivided attention every time he spoke about something.

Wooyoung told him about growing up as a middle kid, about how much he felt like he didn’t deserve a lot of what he had because he was a problem child ever since growing up but preaching about how his parents never gave up on him. He talked about how his sexuality had scared him and saw as San listened, with increasing curiosity about Wooyoung’s adventures to figure himself out – the younger felt as if it was something the professor was going through at the moment. 

San changed the topic to make him more comfortable when it was obvious talking about the past was not the best breakfast talk and they ended up eating while talking about Wooyoung’s fashion choices. The younger laughed out loud every time he went on about buying lingerie and San groaned with an almost pained look on his face. 

“By the way, where are my panties?” Wooyoung asked with an angelic smile and San rolled his eyes at him, the cute flush he had on his face and down his neck ever since the conversation started only increasing. 

“On the washing machine,” San answered while getting up to put the dishes away. “I thought about getting rid of it altogether because it was kinda gross when I picked it up last night but I feared you would get mad at me.” 

“It’s one of my prettiest ones, you wouldn’t dare,” Wooyoung said with a gasp as he walked towards San and jumped on his lap, the man catching him as if he weighed nothing. “Also, you’re only allowed to get rid of my panties if you destroy them with your teeth.” 

“I’ll have that in mind.”

San carried him to the bedroom and, as they were about to start a new make out session that Wooyoung was anticipating to go to places, he heard his phone going off somewhere in the living room. He was actually surprised that he hadn’t heard it sooner but when he sighed and got up, receiving a sounding smack on his ass on the way and playfully glaring at San, Wooyoung saw that he had 52 missed calls and more than a 100 messages from Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Yeosang. 

Going back to the bedroom, Wooyoung threw himself on top of San who huffed in pain but hugged him tighter anyways. 

“I gotta go,” the younger said with a pout that got mirrored on San’s face. “My friends are probably one step away from putting the police after me.” 

“You haven’t told them you’d be here?” San asked with a bit of reprimand in his voice that definitely turned Wooyoung on but he had no time for that.   

“I didn’t plan on spending the night, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said with a smile. “I was planning to cum and go, if you know what I mean.” 

San rolled his eyes but Wooyoung could see fondness everywhere on his face. “And what made you stay?” 

Wooyoung gave him a smile of his own, an almost involuntary one as he eyed San’s entire face, almost as if he was memorizing every small feature of it. From such close proximity and with the natural light coming in from the open window, Wooyoung could see the freckles decorating the side of his neck and a lone mole on his right cheek that he couldn’t help but kiss. “Bye, San.”

-

San hadn’t been this excited for a Monday in a while. 

After Wooyoung went home Saturday morning, they haven’t spoken again. San wasn’t sure if it was okay for him to contact the boy like this and almost beat himself up trying to figure out if the silence from Wooyoung’s side was normal. 

He was never really one to worry about these things, his flings not lasting enough to make San worry about communication or whatever, but Wooyoung was different. San wasn’t sure how, but the boy had something in him that made the older man want to keep him close, to have him around and not just for sex. 

In the small conversation they had, San could see a different side of him, something that strayed far from the mischievous, daring little thing that made San’s dick grow hard in a ridiculously small amount of time. He saw someone intelligent, funny and caring, that seemed to have a lot of regrets about himself but also who was thriving to be better. He couldn’t shake off the feelings he had while watching Wooyoung cooking inside his apartment, dressed in only one of San’s shirts that were too big for him and how normal, how familiar it felt to fall on bed with him to exchange kisses. 

It would probably result in disappointment, if he were to be honest. San wasn’t exactly familiar with relationships but he knew that whatever they had was not ideal and not something that could properly be labeled as one. He had been brought to orgasm a couple of times by the younger and they exchanged kisses but that was as far as they went. Knowing a bit about each other didn’t make them a couple – they weren’t even friends. 

San was a professor and Wooyoung was his student and that was as far as they relationship should be. 

When San entered the teacher’s lounge there was no one in there. 

Mondays weren’t busy for him; his undergrad class didn’t start until the afternoon and he spent the morning making assignments and grading papers. It wasn’t exactly boring but San also didn’t rush to do it. 

The round table in the middle of the room had a lot of things scattered around from the professor who were in class now, a variety of papers and half drank coffee cups. San went to have a cup of coffee himself, stopping near the machine and scrolling through his phone as he waited for it to brew. 

Going to the table and setting his things on top of it, San pulled out a chair and heard a sigh, making him startle and look around to see if he was really alone. The sound came again, almost annoyed this time and San scooted back on his chair, surprised eyes focusing on a spot under the table.

“Really?” San said as he watched Wooyoung greet him with a bright smile from his position underneath the table. 

He was lucky enough that the amount of chairs prevented a vision from the empty space under the desk or else anyone who walked in would see Wooyoung on his knees right in front of where San was sitting. 

“What are you doing?” The older asked as he looked from side to side frantically, afraid of someone seeing him there even though they were alone for probably the next 30 minutes. 

“I came to say hi,” Wooyoung said innocently. 

“Who the hell says hi from under a table, Wooyoung?” San couldn’t really put a lot of emphasis on sounding mad though, with the way Wooyoung was looking at him from under his eyelashes.

Watching Wooyoung on his knees, hands sneaking up his legs until it gripped on both his thighs to pull San closer, all the fight the older had on him began to slowly disappear as he watched, transfixed, as Wooyoung caressed the seam on his pants with a teasing finger on each leg. 

“I do,” Wooyoung said, scooting closer on his knees until he rested his chin on the space between San’s thighs. “You don’t like seeing me, Mr. Choi?” 

San only watched him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes, a small smile trying to break on his face as he gave an almost resigned sigh. Allowing a hand to sneak up onto the hairs on Wooyoung’s nape and holding him tightly enough to pull the boy’s head back and make him look up at him, San realized it was the first time ever he initiated a touch on his own. He was pleased to see Wooyoung seemed delighted about it.

“I’m very pleased seeing you, Mr. Jung,” San whispered, his hold loosening so he could card his fingers in between Wooyoung’s glossy locks, making the boy sigh in contentment. 

“I could make you even more pleased,” Wooyoung said with a smirk and San scoffed, trying to ignore the way his cock twitched in interest. 

“I don’t doubt,” San’s fingers slid from Wooyoung’s hair to brush lightly through the prominent bone of his jawline before he held the boy’s face with a heavy grip, forcing his lips to pout even more. “But I don’t think we’re in the right place for that.” 

“Every place is the right place for a good blow, Mr. Choi,” Wooyoung said as he slipped from San’s hold on his face, dipping his head lower to nuzzle on San’s crotch, making the teacher melt a bit on his seat. “And I guarantee you I’m the best.”

San could lose his job for this. He could be ostracized, banned from ever setting foot in a classroom again, maybe go to prison, who the fuck knows. But as Wooyoung nosed right under his balls as his dexterous fingers moved to pop up the button on San’s pants and pull down his zipper, San could only watch, eyes blowing wide as the boy looked at him with his own almost shining from glee when he took San’s dick out of his pants, the still soft member resting on San’s stomach. 

“So big,” Wooyoung appraised as he brought San even closer, almost tucking his crotch underneath the table, leaving only enough space for their eyes to meet. He inhaled deeply on San’s navel, making the older shiver before saying, “You think I can fit all of it in my mouth, Mr. Choi?” 

San would laugh at the attempt at naivety if only he wasn’t so busy trying to steady his breathing as Wooyoung kept nosing his dick, making it twitch under the feel of his hot breath hitting the sensitive skin. He was purposefully avoiding the head, going only as further as the frenulum before making the way down, letting his big, shiny lips catch as the protruding vein on the side from time to time. 

“I expect you to be more bite than bark, Mr. Jung,” San said and Wooyoung giggled, warm tongue escaping from his mouth and making San groan when it touched him, licking a long stripe from base to tip, stopping to give kittenish licks on his frenulum until San was twitching. 

“Seems like I left a good impression,” Wooyoung said as he watched a bead of precum wet the tip of San’s cock. “I have to live up to it, then.” 

Wooyoung ghosted his lips over his cock head, making San swear under his breath as he saw the boy coating them with his glossy precum, before sliding over San’s length, making him feel the wetness until it was too dry and Wooyoung came back up again, repeating the process as San leaked pathetically again at his ministrations, already fully hard. 

The younger licked his own lips this time, tasting San on his tongue before his eyes rolled back on his head and he caught San’s cockhead in between his lips without ceremony, swallowing around the flesh and making San moan. 

Wooyoung was good at it, going further down on him every time he bobbed his head, making San gasp at every new inch of him he took inside his mouth. It was so warm and moist, tight too with the way Wooyoung pressed his lips around him, making the passage between them almost unbearably good as San slid inside. All those lollipops must’ve given him a lot of practice.  

“Fuck, it feels so good,” San whispered, hands going to grip the table for something to anchor himself. It’s been a while since someone went down on him but he doesn’t remember it ever being this good. “Your mouth looks so pretty stretched around me like this.” 

San felt himself leak again when Wooyoung moaned around him, the boy’s mouth becoming wetter inside as saliva flooded him at the taste, mouth literally watering feeling San against his tongue. 

It somehow added to just how incredible the feeling was when San felt Wooyoung swallowing the big gulp around him, knowing the boy did it because he was avoiding making a mess of his clothes. Wooyoung being careful and mindful of him seemed to be something that turned him on pathetically fast. 

“Such pretty lips,” San said, not really to praise but just letting out one of the most frequent thoughts that crossed his mind regarding Wooyoung. “F-fuck, let me fuck them, baby.” 

San asked because he knew he had to. He wasn’t touching Wooyoung anywhere, only letting the younger take him like he wished, using his cock as one of his dearest lollipops as Wooyoung sucked and sucked, head bobbing with enthusiasm as he moaned around San. 

Wooyoung nodded imperceptibly around him and San would ask again, beg him if not for Wooyoung grabbing his hands and placing them on his hair, head steeling to prompt San to move his hips. The professor moaned low in his throat, hands locking on Wooyoung’s nape before snapping his hips up. 

They both moaned at the feel, San picking up a pace that made the chair scratch against the tiles. The noises he was taking out of Wooyoung, the squelching noise from his now dripping mouth and the gagging sounds every time San forced himself deeper were only spurring the professor on, making him leak more freely inside his mouth, watching as Wooyoung’s eyes rolled back constantly, barely managing to keep them open anymore as San dived deeper and deeper.

“F-fucking take it,” San said, caught in a daze as he felt his body starting to grow taut, the hole that had been open on his stomach ever since his arousal got the best of him being filled with a blaze with his approaching orgasm. His eyes were open only because watching Wooyoung’s debauched face was almost as good as being inside him. 

San started to twitch inside Wooyoung’s mouth as his body grew powerless, hips losing rhythm when he felt himself almost there. Using both of his hands to drag Wooyoung on his cock, San pressed his face fully against him and felt Wooyoung splutter, pulling the boy all the way back and off of him, taking himself in hand to jerk off to completion. 

What made him drive off the edge was, unsurprisingly, the look on Wooyoung’s face. Down on his knees, the boy looked up at him with his lips half open and a shy tongue peeking out, the mess San made of precum inside his mouth clinging onto them like spider webs, dried saliva down on the sides and tears decorating his waterline; he looked beautifully wrecked.   

San came with a gasp, his spent landing everywhere on Wooyoung’s face who received it with a gasp and a moan of his own, catching what he could with is tongue and basking on the ropes that reached him. San slapped his cock on his face, smearing the last of his cum on Wooyoung’s soft skin as it drip out of him. 

Pulling Wooyoung’s hair back with his clean hand, San grabbed it in a fist at his nape before scooting back and bending over to his level, licking some of his cum off of Wooyoung’s chin and shoving it inside his mouth in a dirty, messy kiss. They only stopped when Wooyoung was breathless, shoving at San’s chest and making the older chuckle.

“Did you get to cum?” San asked, taking into Wooyoung’s flushed state. 

The boy shook his head but before San could do anything, he spoke, “It’s fine, you don’t have to. I already enjoyed myself quite a lot.” 

It was distracting talking to him seeing his drying cum on Wooyoung’s face but San only had to focus on his eyes for everything else to blur; it was kinda scary. “Are you sure? You know I don’t mind touching you.” San asked again, almost pathetically waiting for Wooyoung to agree. 

“Oh, I know, Mr. Choi, don’t worry,” he said with a devious smile. “We just don’t have the time.” 

Suddenly San was reminded of where they were and why he was cautious of this happening in the first place. San looked at the door, closed like it has been ever since he arrived, and felt his hart hammering on his ribcage, his panic probably showing on his face as Wooyoung laughed. “Don’t worry, Mr. Choi, I’ll get going now.”

Wooyoung took something out of his back pocket and cleaned his face hastily with it, asking San if there was any drop of cum still on his face and the professor only shook his head. Getting out from under the table stiffly probably from being in such an uncomfortable position for too long, Wooyoung groaned as he used San for support, grabbing his still exposed crotch making San hiss. 

“Don’t forget to cover yourself, Mr. Choi, this is for my eyes only.”

When Wooyoung finally left, watching the corridor to walk out of the room with his head held high, San let his face drop on the cold, hard surface of the cheap table and wondered how the hell he got tangled in such a mess – a pleasurable, mind blowing mess, but a mess regardless. 

-

Wooyoung was late for his next class but he walked in like he owned the classroom. Barely sparing a glance to the teacher, he only bowed half heartedly before scurrying to his place. The subject was boring and the professor was an asshole, he couldn’t care less about being on time. 

He had a bad history with Mr. Shin and it was obvious they couldn’t stand each other. The professor used every single one of Wooyoung’s actions as a barely concealed example of a bad behavior and, even though he never said any names, it was obvious the attacks were towards him – no other student had made a presentation on how Inside Out was the best movie of all time and made Mr. Shin pissed. 

So the glare he was receiving was nothing new, honestly; they had this cold war going on ever since classes started. What was different though and Wooyoung didn’t really like, was the way Mr. Shin looked at him when he passed him by at the end of the class, muttering to Wooyoung under his breath with a grin. “There’s a little something on your ear, Mr. Jung.” 

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, annoyed when he felt the dried drop of cum almost hidden by his hair that the man somehow managed to see. “Asshole,” Wooyoung growled when he was out of earshot.

When San called, Wooyoung was surprised. He had been in a bad mood ever since he left the university and had avoided staying back to hang out with his friends to go back and sleep; he was taking advantage of his roommate not being back yet to catch up on a deserved nap time with all the lights off. When the light on his phone went off, Wooyoung cracked an eye open to see San’s name displayed. It was around 8pm and the younger knew he probably had just gotten home.

“Hey,” Wooyoung said, voice still laced with sleep. 

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” San said with a guilty voice and Wooyoung smiled. 

“It’s fine,” Wooyoung said to him for the second time that day. “You need something?” 

“You, I guess,” San said and Wooyoung almost dropped his phone. It didn’t reach him the way it should, giving warmth on his chest rather than the familiar one that came with lust. “I, hm… I overheard your friends saying you seemed upset today and, I don’t know if it’s because of what happened but–” 

“It’s not,” Wooyoung was quick to say, sitting up on the bed, something weird, a bad feeling crawling underneath his skin at the thought that San might take what happened between them as a bad thing. It was the best of Wooyoung’s day. “It’s… something else, don’t worry.” 

“Either way,” San said after a heartbeat and Wooyoung swore he could see the redness of his cheeks even there in the dark. “You can come over, if you’d like. We don’t have to do anything, I just… I’m here, if you want.” 

Wooyoung wanted so fucking much. And he couldn’t see a reason why he couldn’t have it. “I’ll be there.” 

He arrived half an hour later with the smell of popcorn wafting through the air as San opened the door for him, fully dressed this time and looking cozy. Wooyoung’s heart did somersaults. 

“We’re going to do a movie marathon,” San said, guiding Wooyoung to the blanket fort in the middle of the room before running to the kitchen to grab a bowl overflowing with popcorn and two cans of soda. “Until 1am though, because we both have classes in the morning.”

Wooyoung only nodded, a shy smile on his face making him speechless. When the older man called and placed his invitation, Wooyoung agreed in the blink of an eye. On his way there, though, he understood that he was not in the mood for anything but at the same time, he wanted the comfort he felt the first time he slept there, wanted the warmth of San’s body around him, the way he felt safe inside his arms. Was it too bad that he was considering giving sex in exchange for those? Probably, but he wouldn’t mind if it meant San would look at him like he did when they woke up together. 

But the older one crushed his plans and Wooyoung couldn’t be happier – had never been so. San wanted him there, not just his body. He made a blanket fort to cheer him up and put on his favorite Harry Potter movie that he had learned he liked over breakfast – the fact he remembered it already made Wooyoung want to tear up for some reason.

Lying there together with him, Wooyoung felt different, more than he ever did before. He wasn’t taking the initiative, and wasn't seeking San for pleasure. San was the one who reached out, the one who pulled him closer until Wooyoung was lying on his chest, hands carding through his hair much like he did earlier in the day, but whereas he had lust dripping from his eyes earlier, Wooyoung could only feel affection and appreciation as the small motions made his eyelids heavy. It was still a pleasure, but from a different kind. 

Wooyoung wouldn’t mind discovering more of it.

-

“I think that’s a lot for your old ass to handle,” Wooyoung said from behind him and San groaned. 

After the first time it happened, San had found himself calling Wooyoung over more often than not. Over the last two weeks, they had seen each other more in his apartment than in the university and that was a new development for the both of them. 

San wasn’t ashamed to say he enjoyed the younger’s company for a handful of good reasons. Wooyoung is fun, smart, a bit loud and chaotic but they had more things in common than San would’ve dared to imagine. There was never a dull moment between them; the conversation never died for lack of topics to discuss or interest. They’ve been caught on each other’s bubbles every time one was around. 

And that was without mentioning the sex; Mind-blowing, toe curling, madness inducing sex. It happened just last night.  

San was on his knees – it seemed to be one of their favorite positions – with Wooyoung half sitting on his face, perfectly positioned so San’s tongue could swirl around his puckering rim. It started like usual, with Wooyoung’s whispered demands to make San worked up enough to beg, to plead for him like a mantra, as if Wooyoung was everything he ever wanted. 

Maybe he was.

As San slurped around him, Wooyoung’s knees bent as he grabbed his ass cheeks open for easier access. The professor stroked him lazily, a rhythm meant to punish rather than to relieve. It was getting easier to take control out of Wooyoung nowadays – not that San cared or had any preferences regarding it; he wanted Wooyoung whatever way. 

But the younger seemed to lose himself on his touches rather intensively now, his overpowering presence dying down just enough so San could offer his touches without having to worry if Wooyoung would accept them before teasing him first, the younger being too far gone in his pleasure to remember his words. 

And San loved it; he loved to have Wooyoung so open like this – literally and figuratively – so into whatever they had that he didn’t need to try so hard anymore. The pretense he put, of being aloof and unapproachable, may have worked for a while, what hooked San in and undoubtedly what made him understand that he wanted Wooyoung with whatever he was willing to give, but also had certain layers of lies coating it. 

Wooyoung is very particular and very demanding, San would give him that. He wants what he wants and, most of the time, San needs to beg him to let him give but that’s because Wooyoung likes it; Likes to have power over him, to have San going out of his mind because he just wants a touch. But he’s not like that all the time. 

San figured, one fleeting touch at time, that Wooyoung could and liked to submit to him. He likes when San presses and demands touches of his own, when he’s a bit more forceful, a bit more rough; When he pins him down and touches him freely, making Wooyoung a mess of moans and gasps as he gives up control for San to make him feel good. 

Because that’s the whole point of it and San had understood that even before he grasped what he was getting himself into. He took pleasure in Wooyoung's pleasure; it felt good to make him feel good. It was such a wholesome sensation to see Wooyoung writhing on top of him, hearing his name come out of his mouth so broken, so desperate as he took him to the edge and kept him there for long minutes, taking everything Wooyoung had to give. 

It was what was happening now as San shoved his tongue inside him again as he made Wooyoung crouch in all fours in front of him when the boy’s legs started to shake, his ass up in the air like a damn prize; San surely felt victorious when he had the other like that. 

But as far as having sex went, they still haven’t had full on intercourse. Aside from the first time that they didn’t manage to go all the way – San still remembers Wooyoung’s voice, broken and full of sin whispering to him ‘Just the tip, Sanie.’

It was something that was gonna happen sooner or later, San knew, but it was not something that was up to him. He was comfortable with thinking about it in whatever way Wooyoung wanted him, but the boy needed to let him know when he was ready and to what. It wasn’t anything short of pleasurable because of that, though. 

“F-fuck,” Wooyoung said in a gasp when San stopped sucking onto his entrance and let his tongue travel down to his taint, lapping at it before closing his lips around his full balls, sucking demandingly inside his mouth. “Your fingers, Sanie, give me.” 

That was a new development. San had teased him with his fingers before, circling over his entrance – that gave him beautiful, loud moans in return – but Wooyoung never explicitly allowed him to put them inside. 

Now that permission was granted, San almost came from sheer anticipation. Pressing the puffed skin with his thumb, San watched as it winked for him, twitching to try and get him in. He caressed it before reaching for the unused bottle of lube that was forgotten on the sofa and squeezing it on his fingers before slipping one inside, watching as Wooyoung arched his back and throbbed on the hand that wrapped back around his shaft. 

The pressure around just one finger was unbelievable. Wooyoung clenched down onto his digit, sucking it inside without San having to move much and he cursed, imagining just how he would ever fit his cock in such a tight little ass. 

San moved, watching Wooyoung squirm at the intrusion until he was loose enough for him to fit another finger. The pressure increased to rival Wooyoung’s moans when San started to move with purpose, fisting his cock as he carefully stretched his walls, putting a third finger in the mix and making Wooyoung scream, pushing back onto his fingers as he lost strength in his arms let his upper body touch the floor, taking San’s fingers deeper into him. 

“Harder, Sanie,” Wooyoung said, a bit breathless from pushing back without knowing if he wanted to sink further down onto his fingers or fuck forward onto San’s tight fist. “You’re almost there, just… h-harder.”

Even though he never fingered a guy before, San was aware what his goal was and judging by Wooyoung’s reaction, the full body shudder and the thick glob of precum that dribbled through San’s fingers, he had reached it a few pumps of his fingers later. 

“Oh, fuck…” Wooyoung hissed, body melting on the floor as his thighs shook. “I thought– fuck, I though your little fingers wouldn’t touch it, Sanie,” Wooyoung laughed a breathless laugh, whining when San thumbed his slit teasingly, making him jerk.  

San gulped and pretended that comment didn’t make his achingly hard dick throb further. “Is it good?” He asked, letting go of Wooyoung’s dick to hold onto one ass cheek, pulling it apart to watch how his fingers disappeared inside of him.

“So good,” Wooyoung whispered weakly, voice breaking into a whine when San slapped his ass, a loud, sharp sounding echoing in the apartment. “Again, p-please, please, harder.” 

Wooyoung probably wasn’t sure of what he was begging for, or that he begged at all as San watched a steady dribble of precum leak out of him to decorate the tile under his dick making a small puddle appear. His hand descended on him heavily, San feeling his palm prickling and his dick leak when Wooyoung cried out, a sob leaving his body at the impact. San kept jabbing on the spongy spot inside him, making moan after moan escape Wooyoung’s throat, his body jerking when San wrapped a hand around him again and jerked his length in a tight fist. 

“God … fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Wooyoung sounded desperate, hips moving without any finesse in an attempt to reach completion. “Sanie, I’m gonna cum.”

San groaned, dick twitching pathetically as he bends to bite down on Wooyoung’s ass, needing something to just redirect all the pent up energy in his body. 

“SAN,” Wooyoung screamed as he felt San’s teeth, choking on a cry as he creamed San’s whole fist and dirtied the floor. 

The older kept sucking a bruise on his ass, milking his prostate with tight jabs of his fingers until Wooyoung was drooling with his face on the ground, unresponsive if not for his sharp breaths. When the aftershocks made him hiss, San slipped his fingers out of him, kissing Wooyoung’s recently bruised skin. The boy whined and reached for him, steadying himself until he was on his knees facing San. 

“You’re so good for me,” Wooyoung whispered as he held San’s nape, giving him a kiss before he forced San’s nape down to where he had splattered cum all over the floor. “Lick it all clean for me, huh? You know I don’t like when it’s a mess.” 

San nodded, getting his tongue out to taste the spent off of the cold tiles. The moment he touched it, Wooyoung wrapped a hand around his cock, his fingers wet and sticky with some of the cum he had scooped on his fingers to jerk him off. San obviously didn’t last long, the feel of Wooyoung’s big hand around him and his taste on his tongue in such a filthy way made San lose it with just a couple of strokes. 

No one would’ve imagined they had been like that just yesterday as they stood in the same living room, San now groaning from pain as they adventured themselves through a game of twister. It was a Sunday and Wooyoung had been there ever since Friday always coming up with something new to make San lose his mind – some ways more pleasant than others. 

“I’m only 9 years older than you, you know?” San said, responding to one of the thousands reminds of his age. 

“A lot can happen in 9 years, Sanie,” Wooyoung said as he moved ridiculously fast to an almost ridiculous position. “Think like this, when you were finishing college, I was still a virgin!” 

‘So was I,” San groaned and fell to the ground when a terrible combination of hands and feet were demanded of him. Wooyoung laughed delightedly, hopping from his position to straddle San. 

“If you’re such a late bloomer,” he said as he trailed San’s naked chest with his fingers. “When did you learn all your tricks?” 

San made an effort to not blush and shrugged, hands wrapping on each side of Wooyoung’s hips. “Don’t know. It’s just really intuitive,” San said as he pushed Wooyoung down onto his still soft cock and the boy grinned, rocking back and forth on top of him. “I just wanna make you feel good.” 

San couldn’t say he was oblivious to the feelings that passed on Wooyoung’s face at his words, the boy losing a bit of his rhythm and hands holding tightly onto his pecks before he grinned and captured San’s lips in a kiss. 

They humped on each other until both came inside their pants. 

🍭

One thing Wooyoung didn’t really understand at first about whatever his relationship with San was, was the need he had for the older man.

Aside from the physical need that was almost like an ache at his core, always there, not even close to being dormant every time as he as much as thought about San, Wooyoung found himself attached to him. 

He missed San when he wasn’t around, not just his body; Wooyoung missed talking to him, missed looking at his face while they watched a movie and Wooyoung lied his head on his thighs, watching how San’s eyes lit up every time an interesting scene came up and he giggled under his breath to try and not disturb the mood. He liked how honest San always was, answering his questions without batting an eyelash as if it never bothered him the thought of laying bare for Wooyoung to see all of him. 

Wooyoung liked the way San laughed at unfunny jokes because he didn’t get most of them half the time, he liked when he smiled and his dimples appeared together with the half moon shape of his eyes to give him a distinct, boyish expression that made a smile bloom on Wooyoung’s own face. He liked how San was unabashedly a homebody, a mama’s son and a country boy at heart, how he was passionate about his job and how he could lost himself talking about the world from his perspective – it made Wooyoung have some faith that it was a place better than it actually was but that was probably because San was in it.

It had become something more than just sex sometime along the way and Wooyoung couldn’t really pretend he wasn’t seeing it. 

And he was, surprisingly, okay with it. 

Wooyoung never liked anyone before. Maybe because he thought of himself being much too young for any kind of commitment or maybe because the previous years that he had to spend falling in love he was worrying about finding himself, understanding who he really was then being at peace with it. The hard times he had with accepting he liked boys as a teenager were long gone but the sentiment of maybe not being worth love still remained.

Wooyoung only ever started to have relationships when he left high school. College was a whole new world with people that knew more about life and how they wanted to be perceived than the scared, judgmental little cats he had to deal with growing up. It was a new phase of his life that Wooyoung decided he wanted to be free and relationships didn’t fit in the package. 

He wouldn’t say he was surprised to have made a name for himself or that it bothered him; Wooyoung was aware he slept around. He’s glad that the reputation that proceeds him is not a bad one – he’s picky with his lovers and everyone knows how hard it is for him to give someone the time of the day. But the reputation, even though he is proud of it, also meant that people had a goal in mind and that was to get into his pants. 

Which made Wooyoung believe, as sad as it is, that it was everything he was worth; That being a good lay was enough because it was what people wanted from him and what he knew he could give. Emotionally, Wooyoung wasn’t sure he was available. 

Until Choi San came, demanding availability in every form. He wanted Wooyoung’s body, his every thought, his smiles, his bad moods, the good and bad jokes, the silence of late night unfinished assignments; San wanted him whole when Wooyoung was only used to give pieces. 

And that was a good change. Feeling acknowledged as much as he felt desired was something Wooyoung could get use to. 

“What’s the deal? Hongjoong asked over lunch. 

“What deal?” Wooyoung questioned through a bite of his sandwich. 

“With Mr. Choi.” 

Wooyoung was aware he hadn’t shared a lot of what was happening with San with his friends. Maybe because he wasn’t sure what words to use, what to call them in front of people – he never called them anything inside his own head. Maybe because he wanted to be selfish and keep it to himself, afraid that voicing would jinx it and the last thing he wanted was something that made him feel so good to end so soon. 

“There’s no deal,” Wooyoung chose to say. 

“You’ve been spending an awful amount of time together, though?” Seonghwa said while he had his lips wrapped around a straw and Wooyoung noticed Hongjoong was a bit cross eyed looking at it. 

“Well, I’ve told you guys I was interested, didn’t I?” Wooyoung said with a teasing tone and saw his friends nodding in understanding. 

“Fucking your way through the semester, I see,” Yeosang joked and Wooyoung rolled his eyes. 

He should feel ashamed agreeing with such a thing when in reality, most of the time he spends at San’s apartment, the man is making him do his assignments under his careful professor gaze – no cheating allowed. 

“Gonna get an A+,” Wooyoung joked as he munched on the last of his food. 

After they left, Wooyoung stalled with his drink until time caught up with him and he saw he was late for his next class. Cursing under his breath, the boy grabbed his things and sprinted through the corridors, only stopping when he almost bumped into someone. The apology died at the tip of his tongue when he spotted Mr. Shin. 

“Don’t run through the corridors, Mr. Jung,” he said in a condescending voice and Wooyoung couldn’t stop an eye roll. 

“What is this, high school?” He mocked before turning around, just stopping when he heard the man keep talking. 

“You definitely behave like a teenager sometimes, I’m sure. You’re in a hurry to go somewhere?” 

“To class?” Wooyoung asked in an obvious tone. 

“Oh, I see. I’m not the only one who has to suffer through your disregard for being on time. Are you late to meet all your friends as well or is it something exclusive for teachers?” 

Wooyoung didn’t like the tone of his voice, the mocking way he said his piece as if he was having fun trying to imply things about him. “It’s exclusive for you, my dear. I’m always on time when I go meet your mom.” 

Wooyoung turned around but he still managed to hear the cackle Mr. Shin let out and the words afterwards. “We both know you’re not a ‘mom’ kind of guy.” 

“Fuck, wait,” San whispered and Wooyoung groaned in frustration in the middle of the almost desperate kiss he was demanding from the professor. “Wait, Wooyoung.” 

“What?” He said a bit roughly, stepping back to look at San.

Wooyoung knew he was being reckless. They were in an empty classroom in the middle of the day, San was hard in his pants as he always was when Wooyoung started touching him and he had a class to give in 15 minutes. But Wooyoung didn’t really care. 

Using sex as a coping mechanism was, unfortunately, something he was used to doing. It helped take his mind off of problems and after his unpleasant encounter with Mr. Shin, Wooyoung wanted a distraction. What’s better than to have San fuck his throat the way they liked it so much?

But San seemed to know better and, between the two of them, he was incredibly more aware that things could go south really quick.  

“What’s going on?” San asked and it was a mix of worried and frustrated. “What made you act up so early?” 

“Wanting you is acting up?” Wooyoung asked with his own frustration seeping out of him this time. He didn’t know if he was okay with San catching up on his moods so quickly like this, as if he actually knew him.

“Like this, it is. You’re more careful than this,” San said with a raise of his eyebrows, almost as if to remind Wooyoung of where exactly they were. 

“I’m actually incredibly reckless, Mr. Choi, don’t go around thinking you know me that well,” Wooyoung spitted out without thinking. 

“You can find some other thing to be reckless about then,” San said while stepping towards him and cradling Wooyoung’s face in his palms. “I won’t let you fuck this up because you’re upset, Wooyoung. If you don’t feel like telling me, fine. But don’t unload whatever happened with carelessness. You want me? I’m here and I want you just the same, but not right now.”

Wooyoung melted a bit against his touch, feeling a pout growing on his lips as he avoided San’s eyes. “Let’s make a deal, is that alright?” San asked and Wooyoung looked at him with a frown. 

“What?” 

“Go to my place when you’re done with classes today,” San started as he fumbled with his pocket and took out a key to place on Wooyoung’s hand. When the boy had it secured on his palm, San grabbed Wooyoung’s hair tightly in between his fingers and tugged to pull his head back, exposing the skin of his neck where he started to leave wet kisses in between his words. “Take a nice bath while you’re there. You mentioned last time you liked bubble baths so I brought some for you.”

Wooyoung tried hard to keep on focusing on him. The caresses, the pressure on his scalp and San’s words, so velvety but so affectionate – a reminder that this was more somehow – made Wooyoung’s skin rise with goose bumps. 

“Get all clean and soft then go to my room,” San kept saying, his lips trailing over Wooyoung’s neck, going down to his collarbones. “Finger yourself open while waiting for me. Can you do that?”

Wooyoung whimpered, feeling his cock stiffen inside his pants with every point of contact between him and San. His scalp was tingling with the tightness of San’s hold, his skin was hot from the small nips he left everywhere. He gasped when San tugged harder on his hair and nodded his response to the already forgotten question. “Perfect. If you’re loose enough by the time I arrive, I’ll fuck you until you can’t even remember you name, how does that sound?” 

Wooyoung’s hands found San’s hips, bringing him close to his burning body. Wooyoung’s nipples were hard from San’s whispers on his ear, his cock was straining against his shorts and he was almost panting from anticipation. 

“Is that good? You want my cock?” San whispered as he inhaled on Wooyoung’s skin, making the boy’s eyes roll back to his skull at his words. 

Wooyoung was feeling pure and unadulterated lust for just the promise of what was to come, his mind becoming foggy at every new second of San’s hands on him. 

“Y-yes,” Wooyoung whimpered when San rested his hard cock against his, pressing hard enough to make Wooyoung tremble. “San…”

“I know, baby,” the professor whispered as he rutted sensually against Wooyoung who had his eyes unfocused on the ceiling from the angle San was holding his head at. “Can you hold on for me, please?” San asked but didn’t stop moving, making Wooyoung’s whines become louder. “I wanna feel you come on my cock,” he whispered and Wooyoung moaned, tears springing to his waterline. 

“P-professor…” Wooyoung mewled and San held his throat, thumb pressing on his carotid feeling Wooyoung pulse hammer. 

“Hell, Wooyoung,” San whispered before sliding his tongue inside Wooyoung’s mouth, making the boy’s knees buckle and his cock leak. 

“I’m gonna c-cum,” Wooyoung cried out as San kept rutting against him, supporting his body with his own against the wall. 

“No,” San stepped back and Wooyoung felt the tears falling at the loss of contact. “With me inside, remember? If you come before that then I won’t fuck you, do we want that?” 

Wooyoung shook his head as San kissed his tears away, leaving soft kisses all over Wooyoung’s face until the boy calmed down and stopped shaking. “You better give me the best fuck of my life, Choi San, I’m serious.” 

-

San spent the rest of his day with his head on the clouds. 

The moment Wooyoung left his line of sight San was already thinking of him. He knew lust might have spoken louder than his conscience and he became demanding in a way he had never been before – at least with Wooyoung. But it turned out it was for the best. 

Wooyoung wanted as much as he did, it was written all over his face. Maybe it could’ve been different if San hadn’t seen on Wooyoung something he wanted to vanish, had wanted for a while now. The younger always tried to use sex to get off situations where he had to talk. He had realized now in the couple months things had been happening between them that Wooyoung wasn’t really keen on expressing his feelings and he showed rather than talked when he wanted something. 

And what Wooyoung wanted, most of the time, was to drown out whatever upsetting thing that happened in his life with physical intimacy. San never denied him, certainly, as long as it was consensual and Wooyoung was enjoying himself he would give whatever he wanted, but he also tried to diminish the amount of times the physical need Wooyoung had to be consoled ended up in sex. 

San tried to distract him, gave him kisses and made them watch movies while petting Wooyoung’s hair and tucking the boy against his chest until he fell asleep. Wooyoung always woke up with a smile, hugging San tightly and wrapping around him like a vine, kissing all the freckles on his neck until they both had to leave eventually. Those were some of the best days. 

But there were also the days where Wooyoung was being an insufferable brat, demanding orgasm after orgasm until he couldn’t feel his legs anymore and San had tasted him everywhere. Today is one of these days and, for a change, San was the one demanding from him. 

San was half hard for the rest of the afternoon, even more so when Wooyoung sent him a picture in his bathroom, enjoying a bubble bath just like how San asked of him that left the professor cursing under his breath and adjusting himself on his pants so his dick print wouldn’t be so obvious. 

When he finally arrived home, San could feel Wooyoung’s smell from the front door. He knew he had brought this upon himself but a shiver still went down the whole length of his spine in pure anticipation. 

He hadn’t warned Wooyoung about the time he would arrive, wanting to surprise the boy – and himself – to catch him in the act. And San definitely wasn’t disappointed. 

San took off his shoes at the entrance, putting on his house slippers and walking in careful steps until he arrived at his door. The door was left ajar and the view San had from the bed almost made him drop to his knees. 

Wooyoung was on all fours on the bed, his upper body touching the mattress as he pushed his ass up in the air, a hand reaching behind him to steady a vibrator that was humming quietly but making Wooyoung pant loudly in the otherwise quiet room.

He was wearing nothing but a pair of fishnet stockings that ended in a lace hem with bows on either side, hugging his luscious thighs in a way that made San envious that he wasn’t the one touching them. The lights were on and San knew it was because he wanted to show off: with the clarity in the room, the professor could see every little detail of Wooyoung’s body, from his quivering legs to his pointing, dripping cock up to his erected little nips, begging for attention.

Wooyoung seemed lost in the pleasure, either paying no mind or honestly not even realizing San was already there as he bucked back on his toy, cursing in a whiny voice as San watched a thick glob of precum drip out of him. Wooyoung’s face was buried in a pillow, only turning around to gasp for air when he felt like he needed to breathe and San took his chance to approach when Wooyoung wasn’t seeing, stripping off of his shirt to try and ease the burn inside his body. 

From up close it was even prettier. His puffed, pulsating hole was sucking the vibrator inside, trying to trap it every time Wooyoung nudged further and it probably touched his sensitive prostate with how loud Wooyoung became. Taking advantage of Wooyoung’s obliviousness to his proximity, San held a palm up in the air and let it fall hard on Wooyoung’s ass, making the boy scream and start shaking. San watched, with dazed eyes, as Wooyoung came untouched after a single slap. 

The boy mewled as his knees gave up and went to try and rut his twitching dick on the bed, but San held him by the hips, pulling Wooyoung closer to the edge of the bed and draping his body on top of his. 

“I don’t think that’s what we agreed on,” San whispered to him and pressed the vibrator deeper inside Wooyoung with his hips, making the boy cry out. 

“That’s, f-fuck, that’s your fault,” Wooyoung complained and San laughed before kissing the middle of his back, feeling sweat cling on his lips and licking it with a delighted sound. 

“That you like being spanked?” San teased, running his blunt nails on where his palm got imprinted on Wooyoung’s ass. 

“That I was on edge for so long,” Wooyoung says as he pushes back against the vibrator. 

“It’s all about self control, Wooyoungie,” San whispered, holding on the edge of the vibrator and holding firmly against Wooyoung. “I’ve been hard ever since you left but I didn’t come in my pants.” 

“Not t-today,” Wooyoung teased, his voice breathy and stuttering. “I’ve made you do that a couple times, though.” 

“And it was amazing, baby,” San said. “But I want to cum in some other place now.” 

“Where?” Wooyoung mewled, bucking against San’s hand and the professor grinned when he realized that he didn’t go soft after cumming. 

“Right here,” San whispered as pressed the vibrator up until the fake balls were trying to enter Wooyoung’s stretched hole. “Can I?” 

“F-fuck, please,” Wooyoung said, legs stretching further apart, inviting San in. 

“But since you broke your promise,” San said as he pulled the toy out. “I don’t think you deserve it.”

“San,” Wooyoung cried out, shaking his head with an edge of desperation in his voice. “I do! I d-do, please, just…” 

“Are you sure? I'm feeling a bit disappointed now with how easy it was for you to disregard the only request I had, baby,” San knew he was being mean but he had learned from the best. 

“I'm sorry,” Wooyoung breathed out and San could hear the knot on his throat. It broke his heart. “I'm s-orry, Sanie, please.”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” San caressed his back, watching marveled the way Wooyoung spread himself further to punctuate every beg of his. He definitely wasn’t strong enough to deny him. “It’s okay, you deserve it, baby. Look at this needy cunt, of course it deserves a good fuck.” 

Wooyoung probably choked on his spit, a moan getting brokenly off of him at San’s words and his dick twitching as if it had been electrocuted. San got his hands off of him for the first time ever since he arrived to push his pants down, getting them off messily before reaching for Wooyoung again, holding onto his hips and forcing his body to bend on the bed with the weight of his own as he draped himself over his back again.

“You’re not gonna cum until I’m finished, can you do that?” San asked seriously, his hold tightening against Wooyoung’s already moving hips as he heard the boy whine, head moving in a negative. “Don’t be selfish, baby, you already made a mess.” 

“San,” Wooyoung whined out his name, a hand traveling to his ass to try and trap him against his body. 

“If you cum before I say so, I’ll stop whatever we’re doing and I won’t touch you again until you learn how to behave, are you okay with that?” 

San knew things could get out of hand if they didn’t have explicit consent with everything. It was easy to just let go, to give in to whatever the other was asking at the heat of the moment but that wasn’t a healthy way for them to work, especially because San knew Wooyoung would just accept everything as long as he was being touched. Even though things between them weren’t as crazy as San knew they could become, they had set boundaries and safe words in case things got more heated at any given point. 

Even if San wasn’t used to those dynamics between them – he liked to be told what to do, liked to give Wooyoung exactly the type of pleasure he wanted – he knew the boy needed this right now. He needed to be stripped off whatever power he held, needed to be touched, taken in a way that would leave him thinking of nothing but the moment he was on. And San was the only one able to give him that.

He had realized, from the things Wooyoung told him, from his shenanigans with his friends to his sexcapades, that Wooyoung was always the one in charge, he was the one who handed the cards. But with him, for some reason San didn’t like to think too deeply or else he’d probably end up heartbroken in the near future, Wooyoung allowed himself to be vulnerable, to give up control. 

Wooyoung whined in response to San’s request and it was beautiful to see him reduced to such a mess like that even before they had started. Holding his already hard dick by the base, San slid in between his ass cheeks, wet from the lube he had coated on the toy before San had arrived and started to move, feeling the round globes closing around him, squeezing his dick perfectly against Wooyoung’s cleft. 

The younger man moaned and let his head fall on the bed. Wooyoung clenched against him with a hiss when San let his cockhead catch on his stretched entrance but without  going inside, only teasing the twitching hole with every slow drag of his cock. It felt amazing to know he could just slide home at whatever given time – they both had gotten tested recently because that development in their relationship was only expected. 

But as much as it was rewarding hearing Wooyoung’s little gasps every time he pressed against his hole without putting in, San could only tease himself for so long. He had been one edge for as long as the younger had – maybe even more considered that just seeing Wooyoung already gave him a burning feeling on his gut – and the promise of a tight and wet hole so close to him was maddening. 

With a well practiced sway of his hips San entered him slowly, breaching the tight ring of muscles that were Wooyoung’s entrance and making them both groan, Wooyoung from the stretch since the toy wasn’t as big as San was and San from how tight it felt pushing inside him. He kept just the head inside for a few moments before pulling back out and then in again but without ever pushing deeper, massaging his cockhead against the spasming entrance. 

“Fuck,” San breathed out, the shallow thrusts that stimulated the sensitive crown making his eyes roll back. San looked down as he straightened himself to stand on his knees, spreading Wooyoung’s ass cheeks to see better the point of contact between them. It felt amazing to finally, finally, be inside of him and seeing it happening was even more mind blowing. “We fit so perfectly, baby.” 

Wooyoung sobbed and San was sure there were real tears in his eyes even though he couldn’t see them. The younger was always so sensitive, liked so much to have his tight little ass played with that feeling San’s dick pulsating inside of him was probably overwhelming. 

“Deeper, Sanie, p-please,” Wooyoung said and San stilled in place, holding Wooyoung by the hips before dragging the boy down on his cock, inch by inch. 

Wooyoung heaved a sob on the pillow, the curse word barely muffled as San pulled him down on him, only stopping when he felt Wooyoung’s ass cheeks on his groin. Being all the way inside him was even better, the heat and tightness making San shudder even before he started to move. 

Undulating his hips, San started to claim Wooyoung’s insides slowly, feeling every drag with his whole body, all nerve endings that made him a person solely existing on his dick as he started to pick up his pace, slamming his hips against Wooyoung’s ass with intent as the feeling of being inside him started to be all consuming. San could probably stay like that forever, feeling Wooyoung around him and hearing his little gasps, seeing the younger body react to his own so beautifully it was almost criminal to touch such a magnificent thing. 

Bending his body just enough so he would be able touch Wooyoung’s hair, San grabbed a fistful of it in a tight hold and forced Wooyoung’s head sideways on the pillow, seeing in his beautiful profile the proof of how much he was enjoying it, his watered eyes unfocused and his face a mess of tears and spit as Wooyoung blabbed pleads and nonsenses at every new thrust inside of him. 

Getting to his feet, San pulled Wooyoung up with him, making the boy rest against his chest. Sneaking both hands up, Wooyoung held on San’s hair as the older hugged his middle.  

“Feels so good, Sanie,” Wooyoung whispered, his voice coming to break the symphony of grunts and moans they had been hearing for a while. “You’re so deep.” 

With a hand, Wooyoung lowered San’s palms until they were in a spot underneath his belly button and pressed them harder against his skin. “I can feel you right here,” he said and San, poor San, he could only hold onto dear life to not come the moment he felt his dick through Wooyoung’s skin, bulging on his stomach. 

San pressed harder, shuffled closer until there as no part of their bodies there wasn’t touching, not even air getting in between them as his thrusts became shallow, his focus only on rubbing his cockhead where it touched Wooyoung’s insides, making the swell on his belly even more prominent. 

“And you love it, don’t you?” San teased him when he noticed how putty Wooyoung has become in his hands, all heavy breaths and shuddering body. 

Wooyoung nodded against his skin, his neck limp as his head rested on San’s shoulders, giving access so the older could kiss his cheeks, nuzzling against him making Wooyoung let out tiny gasps, hand tightening where it was tangled on San’s hair. 

San held Wooyoung with his hands hooking underneath his arms, taking both their hands out of the way before he lowered his gaze to the point he touched Wooyoung’s inside, growling when he saw the protruding skin. It made him move harder, fucking Wooyoung with no finesse at all, only the pleasure of such a breathtaking view. 

But better than seeing him as deep as he could go inside Wooyoung, marking him from the inside out, was seeing his face, gauging all his reactions like San was so used to; the unfocused eyes, twinkling with unshed tears, his pretty, pouty lips open in an permanent O shape, his brows furrowed together as he tried, so, so hard to not let out long, pleasured screams. So San pushed him down on the bed again and, maneuvering Wooyoung to face him, San settled himself in between his legs, hooking them around his waist before entering Wooyoung again, hands on his hips to pull him almost up on his lap. 

“Beautiful,” San whispered when their eyes met and he saw the way Wooyoung fought back a smile which soon was replaced by a gasp when San sped up his movements once again. 

It was even more addicting to take Wooyoung like this, seeing just how much he affects Wooyoung and showing how much he gets affected in return. San has never been a quiet lover but no one has elicited so much pleasure out of him as Wooyoung does. 

Given everything they’ve done up until this point, it should feel weird to be so tame, so normal when they finally got to do it, but San couldn’t think of a better way for their first time to happen. Lowering his body just enough so he could take Wooyoung’s hands in his, locking their fingers together, San knocked their foreheads together and felt Wooyoung’s whole body tightening around him. 

“I’m so lucky to have you like this,” San said, his breath fanning Wooyoung’s face and making the younger close his eyes, nuzzling into his face. “You look so good, you feel so good.” 

“P-please, San,” Wooyoung whispered and it was so honest, so vulnerable, that San felt his chest constrict. 

“I’m gonna give you everything, angel, don’t worry.”

And, as a man of his words, it didn’t take long for San to fill Wooyoung up to the brim, cumming so much that it started to trickle out of his spent hole the more San moved inside him prolonging the pleasure he was feeling, hearing Wooyoung gasping at every new shoot of his warm cum inside him. 

Not wanting to leave him behind, not when Wooyoung had been so good with trying to not touch himself and listening to San’s request, San wrapped a spit slick hand around him, putting the exact amount of pressure Wooyoung liked so much and pumped him while he hammered his still hard dick against his prostate, making the boy whine and squirm, scratching San’s arms to try and find purchase in something so the stars behind his eyes wouldn’t take his senses away from him when he came harder than the first time, body convulsing and breath hitching letting San marveled at how someone could look like this and still live among poor, average humans. 

And he looked so good, sounded so beautiful, that San wanted more of it, more of him. Sliding out of him because his soft dick would be no use to Wooyoung, San stuffed him with his fingers, feeling how wet and warm it was inside and cursing low on his throat at it, and kept fucking him, Wooyoung’s whines becoming louder and louder, his pleads dying when he started to scream San’s name. 

“Just one more, huh?” San said on Wooyoung’’s inner thigh, feeling it quiver against his lips. 

“I can’t,” Wooyoung cried out but only held tighter around San’s arms, never once forcing him to stop. “It’s too much, please…”

“Of course you can,” San said while still pumping both his hands on Wooyoung’s body. “You can do everything, angel.”

It was such a big truth that the weight of it almost knocked the air out of San. 

Wooyoung’s length was coated with a viscous, thick layer of his own cum, making lewd wet noises as San kept touching him, working his wrists fast, refusing to let Wooyoung go soft as he tried to wrench another orgasm out of him. The boy squirmed and trashed, bucking back against San’s hand that was three fingers deep on his ass, massaging his prostate to milk everything Wooyoung had to give. 

“For me, baby, can you do it?” San said, his lips descending until he latched them on Wooyoung’s balls, feeling the bitter taste of his spent that had dripped down on them. 

“I…” Wooyoung said with his heavy breath, sucking the air inside in between his shudders. “F-for you, I can.” 

San felt his chest swelling with pride and adoration. “Then come,” he said as he went to suck a hickey on Wooyoung’s crotch and, as soon as he felt the pressure of San’s mouth on his skin, Wooyoung screamed and San felt the heat of his cum trickling down his fingers. 

He painted such a beautiful image, his body twitching and chest heaving, cum spots all over his torso that San had to fight the temptation to lick it all. He got so enamored with his figure and how good he looked that San only realized he had been staring for a while when Wooyoung made grabby hands at him and he chuckled, finding his place beside him and pulling Wooyoung to lay on his chest. 

They were in silence for a while and it was another new thing for them. Wooyoung is always talkative, something to say at the tip of his tongue at any given point especially after an orgasm when he tends to praise how well he’s training San.

But this time there was none of it. Even though he knew he tired Wooyoung out, San could see the boy was not asleep but instead seemed deep in thoughts about something.

“What’s wrong?” He asked when five more minutes went by and all Wooyoung was doing was caress his ribs absentmindedly. 

“Nothing,” Wooyoung said while he turned his head to be able to look at him. San could see there was a hint of a smile on his face but Wooyoung’s eyes were cautious. “It's just that… I don’t know, it felt different.” 

San got thrown back to his own understanding of the moment they’ve shared and only nodded, even though he was scared of asking his next question. “A good different or…?”

Wooyoung chuckled and kissed San’s chin, a more open smile on his face now. “Yeah, a good different. It’s just that it had never happened like this before. It’s always so crazy and people always want to try when they’re with me, almost as if I’m a way for them to make their discoveries, you know? It's always crazy and adventurous and  me making their fantasies come true. This was… it was almost vanilla.” 

“You’re allowed to have vanilla. I’m here to give you whatever you want, even if it’s boring sex.” 

“It wasn’t boring,” Wooyoung said while making a face, probably remembering his three orgasms. “Just different.” 

“Different is good,” San reassured him and Wooyoung nodded before laying back on his chest. 

“With you it is.” 

San didn’t let go of him once until they had to get up the next morning. 

🍭

“You have like, a week to go over all of this,” Seonghwa said as he dropped a heavy looking folder in front of Wooyoung as they sat over lunch. 

“Why?” The younger asked, eyeing the folder to try and see its contents. “What even is this?”

“This, your asshole,” Hongjoong said while giving his neck a slap. “Are all the things you’ve lost from Mr. Shin’s classes.”

Wooyoung sighed in annoyance. He gave himself a break from that one professor. Their last few encounters made Wooyoung uncomfortable in a way he hadn't been before. So, as everyone else would do, he stopped going to his classes. They were just as important as any other, of course, but Wooyoung was a good student, he could catch up on the contents on his own. For his absence, he would falsify a medical record later or something, he wasn’t worried. 

So he didn’t understand why and how his friends ended up with probably the two weeks’ worth of content he had lost from his psychodiagnosis class. 

“Your professor stopped us in the corridor and dropped this on us, saying he’ll gladly fail you if you so desperately want it.” 

It’s not like Mr. Shin to do something like this, though. Threaten, yes, probably, but give the material to Wooyoung of all people? Too out of character for him to not grow suspicious. 

“I’ll take a look at it at home,” Wooyoung said as he put the folder in his bag. 

“Will you? Or you’ll just forget about it like you do to everything else that isn’t Mr. Choi?”

Wooyoung sighed again but he knew he deserved that earful. Things with San were overwhelming in a way Wooyoung wasn’t sure he wanted to get away from and in the last two weeks he had been living and breathing the man – and eating him too. 

“Not even a month ago you said there was nothing going on,” Hongjoong reminded him. 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung mumbled. “But there is, apparently.”

“Do you like him?” Seonghwa inquired. 

Does he? Wooyoung learned, in the course of the weeks they had been together, that there’s not a lot of things he wouldn’t do for San. It’s weird to think like that when in the beginning he was the one knowing the other would do everything for him, just by looking into his eyes. 

But whatever they had, whatever changed in them as time went by, made things become more than just the sex that was the reason they started this. San became someone important, seeing him became the best part of Wooyoung’s day. He knew there was no way he could keep ignoring the difference in his behavior, the way his heartbeat became faster, his breath became short and his words became softer for him. 

‘I guess.” 

Wooyoung waited until all the students had left the classroom to approach Mr. Shin. He had gone to class for the first time in a while and the man chuckled when he saw him, watching with Wooyoung with almost mocking eyes as the younger ones were careful. 

He didn’t like his vibe and everything about him seemed off ever since they met. Mr. Shin wasn't a man of many friends between the teachers and wasn’t anyone’s favorite professor – he knew that title belonged, for a lot of reasons, to San. 

“What is this?” Wooyoung asked as he approached the teacher’s table and dropped the folder in the middle of it with a dull thud. The dark leather front of it had nothing written and Wooyoung hadn’t eyed the content ever since Seonghwa gave it to him. “Want to accuse me of stealing your stuff to make me fail or what?” 

“You’re as petty as you're confident, I see,” Mr. Shin said. 

“First thing we agree on.”

“So you don’t need my help?” The man said while reclining on his chair, sizing Wooyoung up. 

“No,” Wooyoung said as if it were obvious. 

“Is Mr. Choi the only teacher that helps you?” 

There it was. Wooyoung knew there was something off, something itching beneath his skin telling that this, more than just weird, was dangerous. 

Nowadays they have been more careful, Wooyoung would say. Of course he never loses the opportunity to steal a few touches here and there while they're at camps because it excites the both of them, but Wooyoung knows there’s a lot on the line for San. 

He’s a respected man, not just a professor. People trust him and take his words and advice as something serious and worth listening to. San can't, at this point in his life, be involved in a scandal the size of the one they put themselves through every single day. Being caught fucking a student, even if said student is a grown man, is never good for the records. 

But Wooyoung knows how to take a bluff and run with it. Better yet, he’s a master of deceiving and manipulating. Mr. Shin messed with the wrong person. 

“I beg your pardon?” Wooyoung said with his best surprised voice. “What are you trying to imply?” 

“Take a blind man to not see it, Mr. Jung,” he scoffed. “There was always a word around how… shameless, you are. And it shouldn’t surprise me that you’re also dauntless enough to go after a professor.” 

“So your conclusion is that I’m, what? Fucking Mr. Choi?” Wooyoung said with disbelief dripping from his voice. 

“Being fucked by him, by the looks of it,” Mr. Shin said while eyeing Wooyoung’s body from head to toe. 

Wooyoung couldn’t say he was surprised. Something that always pissed him off was how condescending Mr. Shin seemed to become when he talked to him and that, now more clearly than ever, translated to him thinking Wooyoung was in a place of submission that put him above the younger. 

What did come as a surprise, though, was the realization of where that conversation was going. 

“And you think you can do the same, I suppose?” Wooyoung asked mockingly. 

Wooyoung felt diminished by the man before, had struggled with thinking about Mr. Shin as a figure of authority inside a classroom because he simply couldn’t see past the bad vibes the man always gave him in and out of it. Lately, Wooyoung had seen stares and in the last times they have spoken he felt disdain coming from him – nothing he wasn’t used to at this point. But this was a new development that made his stomach drop. 

“Not the same, no,” The man said with an obvious lick on his lips that made Wooyoung want to puke. “Definitely better.”

If Wooyoung had to look at it from someone else’s perception, Mr. Shin was someone attractive. He was tall and lean, had long black hair that reached his shoulders and a goatee that worked on him. But as he got up, towering above Wooyoung where he stood almost frozen in shock, all the younger could see was how he wasn’t San and how wrong that proximity felt. 

“You need better grades in my subject than on his so I assume you’d put in a lot of work to please me, right, Mr. Jung?” 

Wooyoung was trying to hold his head up high, to face him with the same teasing smile the man had, but the moment he felt the man’s breath hitting his face, a mix of coffee and mint, Wooyoung felt suffocating. He tried to step back but Mr. Shin held him by the elbow. 

“I’m not a fan of playing hard to get, Mr. Jung,” he said calmly and Wooyoung wanted to punch him in the balls. “The only chasing happening here is when you start chasing after my cock like the slut everybody knows you are.” 

If this was anyone else, Wooyoung would have laughed on their faces and agreed that, yes, he was a fan of good dicking, sue him. But that was a man he didn’t like, one that was trying to manipulate him into sex and that was something Wooyoung never thought would happen to him. So he froze, all the rage in him making him grit his teeth and tears sprang to his eyes. 

“Is something wrong here?” 

San’s voice entering his ears was like being pulled out of the water after a long and agonizing time. Turning his head to look at the door where the sound came from, Wooyoung found him standing with his arms crossed and a face that made a shiver run down his spine, but not one of the good ones. 

“Not at all, Mr. Choi,” Mr. Shin said as he patted Wooyoung’s arm in a condescending way. “We were just having an eye opening chat. As his professor I’m sure you know how it goes.” 

Wooyoung felt minuscule with the way the man spoke as if he wasn’t even there, like he was a secret he and San were about to share. 

“You're gonna be late for your next class, Mr. Shin,” San said without acknowledging whatever he was trying to say and the man only nodded, the smirk still on his face. 

As he was leaving the room and Wooyoung was thankful for the distance in between them, he saw as Mr. Shin stopped with a hand on San’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear that made him close his eyes and take a deep breath.

When it was just them in the room, Wooyoung let go of the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, taking a hand to his face and rubbing it in frustration. He had started that conversation aiming for the upper hand and ended up squashed in an invisible corner. That made him feel powerless, useless to defend himself and that was not a sensation he enjoyed. 

When he opened his eyes again, San was closer but not as close as he wished. That made Wooyoung mad. A lot of theories started to flow in his head about San’s interpretation of whatever he had seen as Mr. Shin’s words echoed in his head. 

There was always a word around how shameless you are.

He literally couldn’t care less about anyone’s assumptions of him, but San’s mattered too much. 

“What?” Wooyoung asked in a way that obviously aimed to be an attack. He was already feeling cornered and San’s silence wasn’t doing any good to his already wandering imagination. 

“Are you okay?” San asked without moving an inch. 

“Is that really what you wanna know?” Wooyoung scoffed, crossing his arms in front of him. 

“Of course it is,” San said with a frown. “Wooyoung, the rest of the world could be going to the fucking ground and you’d still be what matters the most to me.” 

That was the closest one of them had ever been to  say it. It made Wooyoung feel powerless again, in a different way this time, his arms falling to the sides as he eyed San with a mix of fondness and sadness. 

“I think I need a hug,” Wooyoung said with a trembling voice and San’s face fell, going in fast steps to wrap the boy around his arms. 

“Come here,” San whispered as he hugged him tightly. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” 

Wooyoung skipped the rest of his classes, going to San’s apartment to wait for him. At this point it was more familiar than his own dorm room with how much he had been around, and San’s smell together with the sensation of protection that place gave him made Wooyoung not really keen on leaving. 

“What did he say to you?” Wooyoung asked after San arrived and they had dinner. 

He could see San was careful, consciously avoiding touching him and Wooyoung was afraid to find out if it was out of jealousy or disgust. 

“I hope you’re not a jealous man,” San said without looking at Wooyoung. 

“He proposed to me to have sex with him in exchange for my grades,” Wooyoung confessed, trying to quiet whatever it was inside of him screaming that he didn’t deserve San and this was proof. “He thinks it's what we’re doing.” 

“It isn’t,” San’s voice matched the hardness of his expression. “But how does he know about us?” 

“He doesn’t,” Wooyoung was almost sure. “He suspects, but of course I didn’t confirm anything, don’t worry.”

“Did he do something to you?” San asked looking at Wooyoung this time, specifically to where Mr. Shin had his hand on Wooyoung’s arm earlier in the day. “Did he touch you?” 

There in his voice and on the look of his face was something on the verge of possessiveness that made Wooyoung shudder. It shouldn't be this thrilling to feel like he was owned by someone, to feel like he belonged to San, but Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel almost touched by it. 

“N-no,” he hadn't planned the stutter but San’s demanding look took it out of him. 

“That’s right,” San whispered, getting off his chair and bringing Wooyoung with him, taking the boy onto his lap. “No one touches you but me, Wooyoung.” 

Wooyoung ended up riding him in the kitchen, the lack of preparation making San burn his way through his entrance, imprinting himself onto Wooyoung’s skin in a way and leaving love and lust embedded in him. 

When they finally made it to the room, showered and dressed to sleep, Wooyoung was lying on San’s chest, the older lightly petting his hair before saying, “I’ll deal with him, baby, you don’t have to worry.” 

Whatever that feeling was that floated around his stomach until it reached his lips in a tired smile felt a lot like love. 

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Walking to class, San was almost laughing to himself in disbelief of what his life had become in the last months. 

When Wooyoung first happened, San thought he would only need some good wanking sessions to get the boy out of his system. But even when it became obvious that it wouldn’t be the case, he never expected to end up like this. 

When San found him and Wooyoung the day prior, it took some good moments of counting to ten so he wouldn’t rip Mr. Shin’s arm off of his body. When Hajoon, Mr. Shin’s first name, whispered to him in a secretive and pleased voice, San almost opened his criminal record with assault in it. 

As he learned from Wooyoung what had transpired between them, San’s rage only grew. How dare that man, so common and so unworthy, think of breathing the same air as Wooyoung? How dare he touch him, even if it was the barest of touches, without being deemed enough to it?

San held Wooyoung with the highest regards. It was only possible with the way he found himself more and more in love with the boy every passing day. It was more than just physical even if none of them had asked for more. Wooyoung was loveable as much as he was sexy and San knew that, when it came down to it, it was a belief the boy didn’t have on himself. And things like that, like Hajoon seeing him only for the sexy little vixen he was and probably putting ideas in Wooyoung’s head that San would fight through hell and back to get rid off, only pissed the professor off. 

But San couldn’t allow his feelings to get the best of him. Whatever Hajoon knew or suspected could become a big and suffocating snowball if San didn’t play his cards right. To deal with people as low as Mr. Shin, San needed to be the smartest person in the room. 

When it came down to it, there wasn’t much San could do. 

He could take his time and come up with a mastermind plan to make Mr. Shin be caught on the act and expose him for trying to take advantage of a student but that would mean the man would have to get close to Wooyoung again and San refused to even think about it let alone actively allow it to happen. 

Putting Wooyoung through a situation like that, imagining him going through the traumatic experience of being harassed made San want to vomit and kill somebody, in whatever order. 

So he did the only thing he could think of. 

Eden, SNU Headmaster, was friendly enough to receive him with a smile when San knocked on his door, telling him to come in with a cheerful voice. 

“How can I help you, Mr. Choi?” 

“I’m in a difficult situation, Mr. Kim, and I’d like you to listen carefully to what I have to say before taking any conclusions.” 

“I’m all ears, San.”

San took a deep breath, replaying his partially made up story in his head before starting to speak. “A few months ago I met someone in a bar. It was someone I got invested on and we started to know each other better. I learned that he is a student here, majoring in psychology. I haven’t seen him around before we met since I teach a different subject so we’ve never crossed paths. However, that changed when I started to teach the seminar Mr. Cho was supposed to give.” 

Up until that part, San made up some bullshit to explain his and Wooyoung’s relationship that wasn’t “I became obsessed with him the moment I got my eyes on him when he walked inside my classroom.” That wasn’t good for his record and the precedent he was trying to set. 

“It was a surprise for the both of us because the invitation to teach the seminar happened quite quickly so I hadn’t mentioned it to him. I guarantee you, however, that things had been strictly professional between us inside the classroom,” San lied on his face. “I’m aware of my position as a teacher and I’m an ethical professional, I wouldn’t mix my personal and professional life like this.” 

Eden had been incredibly quiet through San’s story time, nodding from time to time before he sighed, reclining on his expensive looking chair. “Mr. Choi, your private life is none of our concern; as long as you’re not doing anything illegal or that could cause damage to our institution, you’re free to act as you please. What you told me is indeed a difficult situation but I understand that those are unexpected events given how it all happened. If you don’t mind me asking, who’s the student?”

“Jung Wooyoung.”

“I see,” Eden said with another sigh. “Mr. Jung is a really good student, his professors have praised him a lot.” 

“I know, he’s really dedicated,” San said with a smile he couldn’t help. “That is precisely the reason why I came here to have this conversation with you, Mr. Kim. My relationship with Wooyoung hasn't affected his grades or him as a student of SNU in general but I fear that is not something we can’t guarantee anymore since yesterday.” 

“What happened?”

“Wooyoung has a teacher he’s not really fond of,” San started, careful with his words. “We don’t tend to discuss this type of thing because I take it as a personal preference of his and his teachers are my workmates, it wouldn’t be right. But he has stated his displeasure with Mr. Shin before. I didn’t know how much of it was just an impression until I witnessed a situation between them myself.”

Taking the folder Mr. Shin had given Wooyoung the day prior out of his bag, San set it on the table in front of Eden. 

After Wooyoung went to sleep, San started to go through the contents. The student had insisted they let it go but San was already starting to devise a plan and he knew that would be important proof to back him up. He wasn’t wrong: more than just the topics of the classes Wooyoung had missed, the folder was full of personal notes from Mr. Shin, some with terrible sexual innuendos. 

In one passage from a text, the professor had erased the words and attached a post it on it, written in bad handwriting “a blow for the full version” making San’s blood boil. He was glad Wooyoung hadn’t seen any of that. 

As Eden kept looking through the folder, San spoke. “He gave it to him yesterday and when Wooyoung asked him what this was all about, he proposed for them to have sex in exchange for his grades.”

Eden shifted the look from the papers to his face, but without craning his neck up, fixing his eyes on San until he spoke again. “Mr. Shin told him that he knows about our relationship and in his mind Wooyoung is sleeping with me to pass his course, which isn’t the case. He threatened him regardless and when I found them, he was cornering Wooyoung in an empty classroom.”

Eden was quiet for a long time, going over every page of the book in front of him. When he deemed it was enough, he reclined back on his chair massaging his temples. “What made you come here today?” 

It was a question San was ready for. Given everything he had blurted out, one could think San was trying to save his ass from being exposed with getting the upper hand of the situation and being the one exposing first. 

“I’m a teacher, Mr. Kim, and it is my duty to report any kinds of harassment I witness with a student. Even more so when said student is my boyfriend. I would probably act differently if this was any other situation but it did happen inside the school’s ground and with a teacher so I deemed this was the most responsible way to go about the matter. I wouldn’t be open about my relationship because as you said so yourself, it’s no one’s business, but I have no problem with coming forward with it if it’s to protect him.” 

“Mr. Jung knows you’re here?” 

“No,” San said honestly. “He was incredibly shaken with what happened but he’s also scared of it. Since Mr. Shin had made assumptions about us, he’s scared that this could end badly for me. At the end of the day is Hajoon’s words against ours.”

“Was Hajoon successful at any of his attempts against Mr. Jung?” 

“No, yesterday was the first time he was forward about the nature of what he wanted. Their last encounters had been incredibly passive aggressive according to Wooyoung, and is the reason why he had been skipping his classes for the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t made any “real” moves on him. I can guarantee you we wouldn’t be having this conversation so calmly if he had.” 

San was ready to walk inside the office and being eyed with mistrust. He was ready to be questioned and challenged in every single one of his words. He was expecting to be put under probation or to be removed from his position all together if things went south. But he couldn’t let Wooyoung bear the weight for something that was on them both. 

It was never really their intention to make it known – they had no idea of what ‘it’ was in the first place, but now that they’ve been forced to face that their dirty secret was not so secret anymore, the reality of it was not as scary as San thought it would be. 

The only thing ripping a hole through his chest was the fear of disappointing Mr. Cho. The man had taken a leap of faith with him, gave him an opportunity when all the other door’s seemed to be closed and the thought of letting him down was making San cower in shame. But even then, there wasn’t a drop of regret in his body. 

Nothing about Wooyoung felt wrong anymore, nothing about what they had made San think twice. Whatever the trouble was, it’ll be worth it to send a warning out there to make every unwanted person away from him. 

“I’ll deal with it, Mr. Choi. You’re excused.”

Wooyoung had been missing the whole afternoon. 

San tried to call him as soon as his morning classes ended but went to voice mail. He knew the boy would be spending lunch time with his friends so he didn’t insist. Mr. Shin had been on his line of sight the whole day as long as he could so he knew Wooyoung was safe from being bothered by him. 

When his afternoon classes ended and he still hadn’t received not even a text from Wooyoung, San started to grow anxious. After his conversation in the morning with Eden, he had no idea how the headmaster would handle all the information he dropped on him. San was scared that he hadn’t thought it through and what he did could splatter on Wooyoung. 

San went as far as looking for Wooyoung’s friends – something he had avoided up until now. Seonghwa was the one who answered him as he approached the table with three boys in it. 

“He was called at the Principal’s office and we haven’t heard from him yet,” the taller boy answered and San nodded. “Anything we should be worried about?” 

Seonghwa’s tone wasn’t friendly and San couldn’t say he didn’t understand. Even though Wooyoung was free spirited enough to always have one or two things going on in his life, it had never landed him in trouble. All his escapades were justifiable and he never really got caught. 

This time San gave him away on a silver plate. 

“I hope not.” 

He only got more anxious when Wooyoung sent him a text that read: “I’ll meet you back at your apartment.” San had no idea when so he rushed back home to wait for the younger one, feeling his heartbeat on his throat. 

It wasn’t like he felt he did anything wrong, but by the looks of it, he exposed Wooyoung to something he wasn’t sure if the boy was comfortable with. To make matters worse, he had lied about the nature of their relationship to Eden and that little title he had put on them had obviously reached Wooyoung’s ears at their conversation. 

San did what he had to do and he wasn’t regretting it; going forward about their relationship gave them a head start and exposed Hajoon without having to worry about the teacher making up stories about them that would be prejudicial to both. What he didn’t know was if Wooyoung was okay with all of that. 

The student arrived half an hour after San did. Letting himself in with the spare key San had given him at some point, Wooyoung walked past the living room where San was sitting and went to the kitchen, grabbing himself a cup of water and sitting on the counter, his feet dangling in front of him like a little kid. 

San stared from afar long enough for Wooyoung to start staring back and with a sigh, the professor walked to where he was, stopping at the other side of the kitchen facing him. 

“I hate when people do things behind my back,” Wooyoung started. “Especially when those things involve me because it doesn’t give me any time to get ready.” 

San only nodded as he watched him, hearing how frustrated Wooyoung sounded. 

“I panicked when Mr. Kim called me and asked, without beating around the bush, if I had been harassed by any professor.” 

San allowed his head to hang down as he scratched his face in frustration. Of course he knew his little story wouldn’t be bought so easily. Mr. Kim was fast, San would give him that. Calling Wooyoung in while he was in class was a way to make sure the younger wouldn’t have talked to San, at least in person, after his conversation with the dean.

“So of course I said no, right? Because I was sure he was talking about you, San, I was sure Mr. Shin had gone and said some horrible shit to make us look bad. But Mr. Kim looked at me with so much pity in his eyes that made me feel sick to my stomach. And I knew I wouldn’t get out of there without being played as a victim of something and I hate it, San, I hate it so much when people think of me as some weak little creature.” 

“You’re not,” San answered on autopilot. “And it was never my intention to make it look like you were but he was harassing you, Wooyoung.” 

“You don’t have to tell me the obvious San, but what you should’ve told me was that you were about to tell people that!” 

“It wasn’t people! I only told Mr. Kim because he had to know.” 

“Did he? Because I’m pretty sure I could’ve dealt with it on my own.” Wooyoung scoffed. 

“And what were you gonna do? Come up with some ingenious plan to have blackmail material on him, much like what he was trying to do to you? That’s not how adults are supposed to fix things, Wooyoung.” 

“And what are adults supposed to do, San? Run to their bosses at the first ever problem they have?” 

“In this case? Yes!”

“You put your job on the line, San! Your whole career could’ve gone to shit!” Wooyoung screamed and San could see the tears he was holding back make his eyes sparkle like little diamonds. “Mr. Kim didn’t mention you were the one who made the accusation on Mr. Shin until the very end because he was trying to have something on you too.” 

“But he didn’t, did he?” San said in a lower voice, trying to calm Wooyoung down. “Because that’s not who we are, Wooyoung, nothing about what we’re doing is wrong.” 

“Why didn't you warn me?” Wooyoung whined and San couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With three long strides he was standing in front of him, taking Wooyoung’s hands in his. “I thought that conversation was going the other way around and it was Mr. Shin’s doing to harm you until Mr. Kim showed me the folder.” 

“I’m sorry, love, I just didn’t have the time to talk to you.” 

“There was some really nasty shit written in there,” Wooyoung chuckled but it was dry. “Did you read it?” 

San nodded, trying to hold Wooyoung’s stare but the boy refused to hold his head up, eyes fixed on their intertwined fingers. “It was the reason why I decided to give it to Mr. Kim in the first place. He’s a teacher, Wooyoung, and is surrounded by a lot of people that are entirely less hell-bent than you are that could give in to his demands. You have much more knowledge than I do of what things like this can do to people; of what it could do to you.” 

“I would never use any of my knowledge on myself, San,” Wooyoung whispered with a smile that held sadness. 

“And why is that?” 

“I don’t think I’d like the things I’d find.” 

“I would,” San whispered to him, his words so desperate that it sounded like a scream. “I like everything about you, Wooyoung, even the things neither of us know about.” 

Wooyoung was silent for what sounded like forever and San had to ho himself back from cleaning the tear that he saw making its way down his face. The younger sniffed quietly before finally fixing his eyes on San, a small smile on his face that could pass as teasing if San couldn’t see how nervous he looked. 

“Saying it like that it sounds awfully like you’re in love with me.” 

San couldn’t hold back from asking, bringing Wooyoung closer by the back of his thighs and making the younger hold on his shoulders. “Would that be too bad?” 

“Only if I didn’t love you back,” Wooyoung whispered. 

It was left unsaid but it couldn’t be more obvious than that. 

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“What I really don’t get is at what point in this whole mess did you decide to go live with him?” Yeosang asked, frustrated as he stared at Wooyoung’s bags, refusing to help him pack. 

“When we became a couple,” Wooyoung answered patiently as he folded another shirt. 

“That was three weeks ago, that’s not enough time to decide you want to live with someone!” 

“We decided to live together three hours after knowing each other,” Wooyoung reminded him of their early college years.

“That was out of necessity,” Yeosang said with a groan. “And you moved after six months.” 

“Because I found a cheaper place and you got yourself a boyfriend,” he made puking sounds seeing Yeosang and Jongho’s lovey dovey pictures in his mind’s eyes. “Also, living with him is a necessity. I need his dick daily.” 

Yeosang threw his hands up in a clear signal that he had completely given up on that conversation and strides to where Wooyoung was, yanking a piece of clothing out of his hand. 

“Are you completely sure that you want to do this? It’s been 2 years since me and Jongho started dating and he still has his place to go back to.” 

“I am sure, don’t worry,” Wooyoung reassured him. “Besides, if everything goes to shit I can always crash here.” 

“That’s exactly what I want to avoid!” 

Wooyoung laughed and threw himself on his friend’s arms. “Be concerned about me but don’t forget to be happy for me, okay?” 

“I’ll be happy as long as you are, Wooyoungie.” 

And that would be an awful lot of time given how things were going for him. 

After not even a week of deliberation and multiple meetings with Wooyoung to set things straight in regard of Mr. Shin – and to attest to San’s story about how they’ve been dating long before they met inside the campus ground – the professor was fired and, according to San, blacklisted from a lot of universities. Hearing it took a weight off of Wooyoung’s shoulders that he wasn’t even aware he was carrying but made him feel lighter like he hasn’t in weeks. 

He was glad word didn’t got out: last thing Wooyoung wanted was to be seen as responsible for anything, even though he was sure no one really cared about Mr. Shin’s ass to blame him for something. But he got a bit worried about it at the beginning, so much so that San realized something was off about him. 

“What’s going on in this pretty little head of yours?” The older asked as they watched a movie and Wooyoung’s eyes seemed to wander every now and again, coupled with a sigh. 

“I don’t know,” he said truthfully. “I just have the impression that things will blow up on us anytime now. It’s too good to be true.” 

San chuckled and straddled him, grabbing Wooyoung’s chin in his palm. “You think this is good? Baby, we can be so much better.” 

“Yes?” Wooyoung asked with a smile. “How?” 

“Let me show you.” 

San used their position to his advantage and, like a magician, got them both naked in a blink and rode Wooyoung until they were panting and completely exhausted. 

“Are you gonna bribe me with sex every time I get deeper in thoughts about something?” Wooyoung joked as they lay side by side on the couch. Uncomfortable as the lack of space was, he wouldn’t change it for the world the opportunity to be so close to San. 

“It’s a price I’m willing to pay,” the older said with a pained voice. 

“I’ll be sure to think deeply about lots of things, then,” Wooyoung smirked and San sat up, straddling him again with a smile that showed his dimples. Wooyoung’s eyes would probably melt off his face if he looked for too long. 

“Okay, then we need to keep track of all these payments I’ll be making,” San said excitedly and Wooyoung squinted his eyes at him. “Would you rather…” the older started, his tone loud and cheerful as if they were playing a game. 

“Date me or be my boyfriend?” Wooyoung couldn’t help the loud guffaw he let out followed by a fond eye roll. 

“I feel like being your boyfriend implies a long term commitment,” Wooyoung said, pretending to think hard about the question. 

“Yes, I was thinking about forever to start?” 

Wooyoung pulled him in for a kiss that lasted until they couldn’t anymore. “Sounds reasonable,” he said with a nod of his head. “I agree.”

The invite to share the apartment came not long after that and Wooyoung couldn’t say he was cautious of it; as Yeosang had mentioned, it had happened quite fast just like everything between him and San seemed to, but it was more than okay when he stopped to think about it. He wouldn’t really change anything about them. 

He would definitely, 100%, with no questions asked, change a few things about them. First thing would be San’s obsession with games.

It was Saturday night and Wooyoung, as young as he was, decided to stay in to enjoy noy his boyfriend. It was the first time he ever had a serious boyfriend – one that he lived with, can you imagine that? – he couldn’t be one to blame. But San, dear San, had been sitting at his gamer chair for the past five hours, engrossed in a game Wooyoung couldn’t care less about. 

“How did you manage to hide from me this small detail about yourself?” Wooyoung asked in a sarcastic tone and San chuckled from where he was, too far from where Wooyoung was laying on the bed. 

“I was trying to impress,” he said with a smile Wooyoung wasn’t seeing but was definitely hearing his voice. 

“No, don’t take me wrong, I am impressed. You have almost as much stamina for this as you have to fuck me.” 

“I’m flattered.”

“I would be too if you didn’t have to decide between one or the other,” Wooyoung singsonged and San chuckled. 

“Baby, you already get sore as it is, imagine if we double it.” 

Wooyoung gasped and heard San’s low laugh. “Is that a challenge, Choi San?” 

“No, love, of course not.” 

“I’ll have you know that I can handle whatever, Sanie, you just need to give it to me.” Wooyoung said as he got up from the bed and stopped behind San, hands curling on his big shoulders. “And you’re not giving me anything right now,” he disappointedly whispered in his ear. 

“I’ve said once that I’m yours for the take, baby.”

Wooyoung wanted to coo at him when he understood where San was coming from when he saw his boyfriend’s legs spreading on his chair. Wooyoung knew of an invitation when he saw one. 

“I told you to not be embarrassed about the things you like with me, didn’t I?” Wooyoung whispered as he nosed the back of San’s neck and saw as his boyfriend’s fingers touched his keyboard with a tad bit more force. “Want me suck you off while you play your little games, baby?” 

San nodded, his breathing getting shallower and faster as Wooyoung fit himself in between his legs, a devious smile on his face. 

“Why is your headset turned off, then? If you’re playing then I need you to do it like you mean it, Sanie; It’ll be boring otherwise.”

San took a deeper breath, shaking his head with something akin to resign in his exhale. 

“You just want me to embarrass myself, don’t you?” 

Wooyoung sniggered a little, his warm breath hitting San’s already exposed cock, making him shiver. Wooyoung liked the teasing, liked the way San couldn’t help but to be putty in his hands, just waiting for whatever Wooyoung felt like giving him.  

“Of course not,” he said in the sweetest voice he could manage. “I just want you to be happy, Mr. Choi, and a good blow and a good game always makes you happy.”

Wooyoung loved how San tasted, everywhere. The moment his mouth got filled with the hot, slightly salty meat from San’s cock he hummed, his mouth watering in just a few seconds. 

Letting the excess of saliva drip from his mouth, coating San’s dick with it, Wooyoung heard the broken inhale from his boyfriend, trying to compose himself as he turned on his microphone for the game that had just started. 

“Took you long enough, loser,” Wooyoung heard one of San’s friends saying from the speaker. 

It was always fun for him to witness how all those grown men with their important and respected jobs became silly little guys every time a fictional character in a fictional battle for a fictional kingdom was involved. 

“I was trying to save Mingi’s ass in the previous game so I had to take some time to regain my power,” San explained and it bruised a bit of Wooyoung’s ego that he didn’t even sound out of breath. 

He sped up his movements, tightening his jaw to make his lips trap San the way he knew the older liked it so much and received a half lidded look that was supposed to be a warning but only made Wooyoung smirk with how affected little things made San. 

Wooyoung started to make noises on purpose, slurping around San’s length and taking him to the back of his throat to splutter around him. San was half invested in his game, half trying to not make any sounds aside from screaming to try and muffle Wooyoung’s filthy attempts at being caught. 

“Fuck!” San said in a way that would be acceptable for the game if only something had happened, which Wooyoung knew it didn’t because of the silence on San’s friend's end. 

“Dude, you got hurt?” Yunho asked with a laugh and Wooyoung rolled his eyes. He would never hurt his Sanie. 

“I’m c-cool,” San answered and Wooyoung loved the little stutter in his voice. 

Wooyoung took him deeper, gagging on his length making San panic and cover his mic with his hand to mask his moan. 

“San, c’mon, watch out man!”

“My bad, sorry,” San said in between his teeth. 

Wooyoung knew it was a pain and most of the times San couldn’t play with only one hand as he caught himself missing the weight of the older’s palm at the back of his neck as he took him all the way down. San’s thighs were flexing, hips twitching on the chair as he tried to not buck into Wooyoung’s mouth. 

It was a wholesome sensation, feeling San leaking on his tongue, his taste getting bitter as he got closer, his attention on the game getting worse making his friend’s complaints increase. 

“Yah, if you’re not gonna play then why did you call me, asshole! I’m gonna drop in the ranks.” 

San apologized half hearted again, his eyes shifting in between Wooyoung and the screen more often now that his breathing was getting out of control as were his hips, fucking into the wet, velvety heat of Wooyoung’s mouth. 

The noise from San’s fingers on the keyboard became more sparse, less controlled like he always was in a game and Wooyoung smirked with his mouth full of his cock, knowing how good he was making his boyfriend feel.

“Fuck,” San whispered and Wooyoung wasn’t sure if it was heard on the other side since they were greeted with static as San’s friend kept quiet.

Wooyoung finally felt San’s hand on his hair and looked up, catching San’s eyes looking at him with lust and adoration dripping from it. The older mouthed ‘I’m close’ and Wooyoung sped up and he knew the sounds he was making were obscene enough to be confused as something else. But San seemed not to care, one hand gripping the edge of the table, game definitely forgotten, as the other guided Wooyoung’s head in a tight grip in and out of his engorged cock. 

When it exploded out of him, San’s orgasm came rampant, making him bury Wooyoung’s head all the way down on his groin, filling the younger’s mouth with his spunk. It made Wooyoung proud when he took his mouth off of his boyfriend and San became boneless on his seat, a message on his screen saying the game was over for him. 

Somehow Yunho was still on the line, Wooyoung could hear his breathing through the static and grinned when San seemed to remember they weren’t alone. 

“Sorry, dude. I got distracted.” 

“Oh, I’m sure,” Yunho said sarcastically. “Next time please hang up on me before you start to get your dick wet.”

“You could’ve done this yourself,” San reminded him unbothered. 

“And lose the opportunity to record this whole thing and use it as blackmail material against you? No fucking way.” 

“I’m pretty sure there's a law against this thing,” San said, looking lost in thought. 

“It’s a good way to lose my first offense. Nothing against you, Wooyoungie.” 

Wooyoung giggled and San rolled his eyes, telling Yunho to fuck off before hanging up on him.

“Happy?” Wooyoung asked, watching as San watched him with an expression on his face that was very telling. 

“Very,” he said. “Now let’s go to my favorite part.”

Wooyoung grinned, knowing what San was planning. “And that is?” 

“Eating you out until you’re crying.” 

Wooyoung laughed, getting up from the ground and plopping on San’s lap, crossing his arms on his neck with a high pitched sound when San got up to take them to the bed. “I’ll pretend that’s not an excuse for you refractory period, old man.” 

“I still give you enough cock to make you dumb, Wooyoungie,” San teased while throwing him on the bed. 

Wooyoung laughed again – he had been doing it a whole lot more nowadays. “I’ve always been a little dumb.”

“You could never,” San said in all seriousness. “You’re one of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever met.”

Wooyoung had to make an effort to not cower under the heavy stare and the heavy words. He felt like he didn’t deserve most of the times San starts preaching to him with how ordinary and average he sees himself as. 

“You spoil me too much,” Wooyoung said lightheartedly. 

“I don’t spoil you enough ,” San disagrees. “Be it with words, with actions, with presents, with my love… Nothing will ever be enough to compare to how much you are.” 

When San and Wooyoung started, it was because the challenge of San being a teacher excited him. Nowadays that was almost something at the back of his mind until San started using his knowledge to teach him things Wooyoung wasn’t aware he would learn from the older. 

Love was one of them.