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They had arrived in Jeddah to wonderful weather. The cityscape disappeared into the Red Sea, where a crisp, salt-heavy breeze caressed their faces. The eight men made their way to the hotel, taking in the scenery of Saudi Arabia. He’d talked on PM with fans the night before about his excitement to be in a new country and to have some fun. Eventually Wooyoung found himself in the quiet lobby of an upscale hotel. It was a beautiful, modern design. It had soft, yellow lighting and a color palette of rich wood grains and eggshell whites. The only pops of color were found on the men moving through the area, dressed in gorgeously flowing attire. They mostly wore headscarves of checkered red and white. He noticed a few men walking past who had headscarves of pure white.
I remember a lot of fancy guys wearing those at meetings of bigwigs when we agreed to do this.
“Hey, that’s a grutah, right?” He whispered to Seonghwa.
“No, no. Ghutra. Gu. Tuh. Rah.” He over-announciated. “Did you want to read the paper again?” He popped Woo on the head and began digging in his bag to retrieve the paper running through common phrases and general information.
Wooyoung sighed and bowed softly at a passerby. “ As-salam alaykom”
The poor man looked confused to be greeted by a stranger, but replied curtly, “Wa alykom as-slam” before continuing to walk away.
Woo wrinkled his nose and smirked at Seonghwa. As they all quietly sat in the lobby, a very distant splash caught his attention. San was groggily and grumpily trying to nap. Woo had taken the window seat and had a mostly-restful sleep leaning against the wall of the plane.
“Yah, they have a pool!” He elbowed San roughly, who was sitting on his other side, head resting on Woo’s shoulder.
“Sure do. Let’s go for a dip tonight.” His eyes blinked slowly as he yawned behind his mask.
“No, not tonight. Well maybe tonight, too. But we’re going as soon as we’re unpacked.”
San grumbled and nuzzled deeper into Woo’s neck.
“Hey, get me some food, will ya?” The younger man started to sway so San couldn’t sleep comfortably. “C’mon. I’m hungry and I need energetic Sani for pool time.” He pressed his masked lips to the older’s bleached blonde hair and whispered, “Wanna see you in your bathing suit. Don’t get to see you wearing so little in public often” He felt the other man perk up slightly at his tauntings. “You wanna see my thighs, too, right? I fucking love it when our matching tattoos are out.” His hand gently snaked into San’s lap, toeing the line of appropriate behavior for a communal space. “Lets everyone know you’re mine.”
With a chuckle, San sat up and turned to face Woo, his eye smile dark. “You’re wrong about that, Youngie.” He grabbed Woo’s chin, squeezing his cheeks and gently shaking Woo’s head. “Everyone who sees it knows in an instant that I'm the one who owns you. Your false bravado is so cute, though.” He gave the younger man a couple of patronizing pats on the cheek with a condescending grin.
“Sounds like we’re going swimming soon then.” Woo replied snarkily.
San simply drug his eyes from Woo’s feet up to his face before standing and walking to a manager for Saudi currency for a vending machine.
Woo glanced down the line of members. After the 20 hour flight everyone was lethargic. He’d spent his time listening to music and sleeping quite comfortably while San grumbled. They’d had the benefit of having the only two seats on their row, stealing hungry glances at each other and placing lingering touches that seemed innocent in the darkness of the cabin. The trip was punctuated with pecks on the cheek, fingers interlaced, and foreheads touching while they whispered tender words in their own little world, miles above the Earth.
What is it about being in public that gets me going now?
He was always looking for attention and honestly the thought of getting caught now was more exciting than scary. They weren’t stupid enough to be caught by anyone who didn’t already know, but still. It had been a few months since he and San had become…whatever they were. It was thrilling to see what they could get away with while on camera, fans probably chalking it up to an intense friendship and need for skinship.
San walked back to the benches, carrying two snack bags. He was wearing black head-to-toe. A bucket hat adorned his head while the rest of him was obscured by baggy, formless clothing. No amount of extra fabric could obscure his figure, though. As he moved to avoid bumping into someone his shirt swished to the side and began to drape casually down one of his shoulders, displaying his clavicle.
I’m fucking hopeless if that turns me on.
Maybe it was the thought that if they were caught everyone would know that San landed him.
Or maybe they’d be jealous that I landed him. Either way, I come out on top. He thought satisfactorily.
San plopped down comfortably and handed over one bag to Woo, also placing a round metal piece in his hand. Curious, he inspected it closer. It had words raised on the coin, framing a palm tree that sat above two crossed swords. On the reverse side it had more ornate script and numbers. He fingered the sparkling golden coin, enjoying the light texture of the emblem and beautifully engraved marks against the pad of his thumb.
****
Soon enough they found themselves in their rooms and unpacked. San was lying face-down on the bed, unmoving except for his back muscles, contracting and releasing with every deep breath he took.
“Pool time, c’mon.” Woo bounced on the bed, yanking at the blankets trapped under San. “Get your tiny ass up, let’s gooooo.” He swung his legs over the side and kicked his heels against the bed frame.
“You get dressed first. I’m tired, Youngie.”
“No, I’d get dressed and by the time I’m done you’d be asleep and cranky that I woke you. Get up, now.” he commanded while he placed a purt smack on San’s ass, watching the quick jiggle of his cheeks.
“You wanna run that by me again?” San spoke softly while he sat up, looking down his nose at Woo.
“Yah, got water in your ears before we even went swimming? Get up, Hyung.” His heart beat faster with joy at the look in San’s eyes, so he continued defiantly. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
San slowly stood and walked to stand between Woo’s spread thighs, reaching out his hand to grab Woo’s hair by the roots. Any false pretense of tenderness immediately dissolved as his fingers yanked at the strands and earned a tiny whimper from the younger. As his head was twisted painfully to the side he couldn’t help how he bit his smirking lip in anticipation.
You know what, I’m in no hurry. The pool can wait.
His eyes stared unfocused at the other man’s face. San’s lips morphed into a crooked smile as he loosened his grip and ruffled the dark hair in his grasp. Woo’s complete attention was zeroed in on San’s perfect lips as they glistened in the dim light, words dripping from them like gloss. “Like I said, cute.”
****
It was a pool party for the 99 line, joined by the eldest and the youngest. Hongjoong was in his room sleeping after accidentally working on his laptop a majority of the day-long plane ride. The maknae emerged from his room wearing a button-up shirt and slacks, much to the amusement of the 99’s. Jongho simply shrugged at the laughter and led the way to the poolside, checking with the staff to ensure it was acceptable for the others to be shirtless in the pool area.
Shameless as ever once he got the green light to strip, Woo whipped off his shirt and threw it in a chair, encouraging San and Yeosang to do the same. The sun felt different on Woo’s skin. Maybe it was being in a different country. Maybe it was being shirtless in public. Maybe the rays just felt more relaxing closer to the equator. Maybe still it was the taste of anonymity and freedom in the air. The sunshine mixed with the ocean breeze provided a beautiful ebb and flow of temperatures. His skin warmed almost painfully until a cooling breeze would come in, bringing with it the soft and ever-present sounds of the ocean waves crashing at the shore.
As he padded barefoot towards the edge of the pool it felt like he was walking on hot coals, the bottoms of his tender feet complaining at the searing ground. Woo took the final step towards the pool, letting the cold water splash against his toes, which hung over the ledge of the gorgeous outdoor pool. He stared out in front of him, the beautiful view of the sea mixing with the reflective surface of the pool, making it look like it went on forever. He jumped into the pool and his skin broke out into goosebumps at the sudden coolness. As he breached the surface of the water he flicked his head back, running his hands through his hair to smooth it out of his face. His face and chest glistened where he stood in the shallow end of the pool. He looked back to the sitting area, where Seonghwa was carefully placing their phones in one chair and gingerly covering them with a towel.
Jongho had claimed a reclining chair in the shade for himself, already motionless and relaxed. Mingi and Yunho headed towards a secondary pool, designated for those looking to swim laps.
Losers.
They were all three still wearing their shirts, more likely than not still anxious about being caught exposed by onlookers.
Woo looked down as his own body, his beautiful tanned skin contrasting sharply with the cyan of the pool. He ran his fingers across his abdomen, where he was somewhat ambivalent to notice the beginnings of a healthy tummy shape. His attention was drawn from his own body to another that he knew almost as well.
San was placing their towels onto a couple of chairs. He slowly removed his shirt and folded it neatly before turning to face the sun, unknowingly also towards his audience of one. Woo watched San’s chest expand with a deep inhale. San stretched his arms, rotated his joints and flexed his muscles to wake up his body from the stiffness of travel. His arms bulged deliciously and his torso…his torso would be the death of Wooyoung. His wide shoulders tapered gently to small, graceful hips, where the waistband of his trunks rested far too low, showing much more than an appropriate amount of his V-line. From this distance Woo swore he saw the smallest amount of hair peeking out under San’s belly button, but maybe that was his wishful thinking.
God, I just wanna run my fingers through his pube-
Suddenly a large splash toppled Woo over, followed quickly by Yeosang’s body crashing into his torso.
Yeosang popped his head out of the water, laughing and smacking his hand across the surface, sending a tall, thin wave over Wooyoung again.
Sputtering water and blowing the smell of chlorine from his nose, Woo narrowed his eyes at his attacker.
“Grab Seonghwa and San, we’re playing chicken. You’re going to get what you deserve.” His threats were undercut by his childlike grin and coughing, but Yeo did as instructed.
After a few minutes of waiting Woo’s head whipped around at the sound of strong, rhythmic slapping-and saw San running like hell towards the pool and directly at Woo. Time seemed to slow as San squatted at the edge of the pool and launched himself up and over. Standing still he watched as San spread his arms and legs as wide as possible, starfishing in mid air at the apex of his jump. Woo reached his hand up as quickly as possible to touch any part of San’s body gliding through the air.
Wouldn’t mind freeing his willy, he thought while he watched San breach the surface and shake the water from his hair.
“Jesus! Why didn’t you tell me it was this cold, I’m gonna freeze my balls off!” San sputtered in between shivers.
“Shush, you’re just being a baby. Wanna be on top or bottom?” He asked while awkwardly waddling through the water towards San.
“Hm, how about I bottom? We’ve never done that before.”
He winked. That cocky bastard winked.
“Oh, shut it. I don’t wanna hold your heavy ass on my shoulders anyway, so yeah, I guess you’ll be bottoming after all.” He rolled his eyes and stood behind San, who pressed his ass firmly against Woo.
“Good, cause I’ve kinda been wanting to try.” San’s hips, distorted by the chopping water, swivelled temptingly against Woo’s crotch.
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, wanna feel you inside.”
“Have you done it before?”
“Um, does ‘sorta’ count?”
“Depends”, Woo placed his hands on San’s hips, gripping tightly pulling him closer. “What’s ‘sorta’ mean?”
San let out a tiny chuckle as Woo began grinding against San’s pert cheeks. Their trunks were a scratchy, unpleasant texture for both of them, but that wasn’t really the point for Woo.
“Means I’ve tried before by myself, but I haven’t exactly felt anything amazing. Never been a point in me taking it from anyone before.” He leaned his head back onto Woo’s shoulder to speak quietly into his ear. “So have you topped before?”
“Nah. Actually, I didn’t even fuck that girl I dated. I eat pussy like a champ and liked her blow jobs. Would’ve preferred her pegging me but I was too young to know that was an option.” Water from Woo’s hair dripped gently onto San’s face as he cackled.
“God, you really don’t do anything in bed, do you?”
Woo slid his hand down San’s back and into his trunks, teasingly running his finger between his cheeks.
“Wanna run that by me again?” He mockingly asked directly into San’s ear.
“It’s so cute when you try to take control. ”
****
WooSan won, because of course they won. San would have broken Woo’s legs to keep them standing up. SangHwa was the tallest of the four holding the heaviest of the four, so they were top-heavy. (Even though Hwa was wearing his shirt, giving Yeo a better chance of not sliding off his shoulders-a point which Woo was fully prepared to bring up if they’d lost.)
Out of breath, Woo got out of the pool to lie down and dry off. “Well, what did we win?”
Seonghwa shot him a glare. “I suppose it’ll have to be dinner. What do you two want?” Though upset with the loss, his face softened with the new goal of spoiling the young ones.
“Chicken”, Yeo interrupted. “They want chicken. And they’ll get chicken. I’ll find a good place.” He walked gracefully to the phone-holding chair and retrieved his to place the order.
Hwa took out his phone and absentmindedly observed himself in the viewfinder. “Fine, fine. We’ll have chicken. Tell me when you’re ready and I’ll give you my card.” He struck a pose, brushing the hair from his face before shielding his eyes from the sun.
“If you’re taking selcas you should at least take off your shirt, hyung.” Woo teased while toweling off.
“Have you never heard of ‘less is more’?” Hwa asked pointedly, changing his pose. “What happened to ‘restrained sexiness’, huh?” He snapped a photo.
“Well that depends on if you’re sending it to Atiny or someone else, doesn’t it?”
Hwa shot him another glare.
“Okay, so that one’s for Atiny then. Gimme your phone, take off your shirt, and get in the pool.”
Hwa begrudgingly followed Woo’s steps, now staring up at him from the shallow end.
“Push your hair back, hyung. Make it sexy.”
After approving of the photos, the eldest got out and monitored them more closely, smirking briefly and sitting in his own chair.
“Sani hyung , do you want some pictures, too?” Woo cooed devilishly.
San narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but nodded, handing Woo the phone and stepping into the water.
San stood facing away from Woo, in the shadow of an overhang, facing the ocean.
His shoulders, his waist, his neck, his back… Fuck, even the sun is framing his perfect body.
Woo found himself far too distracted with the beauty before him to take too many photos.
God, I just wanna draw a constellation between his beauty marks with my fucking tongue.
“You want some too, Youngie?” San approached him. Dumbstruck, Woo only stared back. San leaned in far too close to whisper, “Or are you too distracted from the view you’ll be getting tonight?"
“Um, y-yeah.” He stuttered before regaining control of himself. The image of San on all fours, back on display like a map of the galaxy, had him losing focus. “Yeah. Yeah, um make sure to get my tattoos. I’m willing to contort to get all three in the shot.”
“I’m well-aware of how flexible you are, baby.” The remark is spoken softly, sending chills across Woo’s skin.
****
While the others relaxed Woo went off to take some selcas, finding the best lighting near the YunGi pool. The droplets of water glistened like sparkling stars covering his body as he posed for his photo.
Heh. I bet if I crop it just right…
The photo he took showed as much of his chest as he could, his nipples just out of frame. Woo was proud of his work. He even stretched his chest out to minimize the cleavage.
“ That’s how you do restrained sexy, hyung.” He muttered to himself. Satisfied with his work, Woo walked over to where Yunho was filming Mingi swim laps.
“How’s everything over here?” He casually asked, before draping his arms over the larger member’s shoulders, pressing his bare torso to Yunho’s clothed one.
Yunho shivered against his touch, hands fumbling the phone in his hands.
“Fine, fine. Say Wooyoung, did it look like I was concentrating? Cause I was.” He said with a smile, reaching his hand back to pop Woo on the ass. “Get, I’m trying to keep a steady hand. Princess!” He called out to Mingi, currently half out of the water. “You’ll have to start again, Woo fucked it up.”
“Okay!” Mingi waddled laboriously through the water with a gummy smile so big his eyes disappeared.
“Don’t you have someone else to bother and rub up against anyway?” Yunho didn’t even turn to face Woo. “Can’t keep your hands off him until he’s shirtless and you’re intimidated, huh?”
Woo childishly stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry before walking away, pride still indestructible.
Guess it’s an open secret.
****
A gentle noise awoke Woo from his nap. His muscles throbbed dully from playing so hard in the pool. His legs were in a weird position, lifted up slightly and begging to be stretched through the pain. He blinked his eyes open to stare at the ceiling of his hotel room before gasping at a sharp pain cutting into his thigh.
“You taste like chlorine. You could have at least showered after the pool.”
He looked down to see San grinning up from between his legs, nibbling and biting at one of his thick thighs, his ankles draped over San’s shoulders with his heels resting on San’s back.
“Maybe I would have if I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
San licked a fat stripe up the meat of his thigh before sinking his teeth in and sucking.
“Fucking knew you’d love seeing my legs.”
San released the skin from his abuse, smirking and biting his lip. “Not just that. Seeing your chest, seeing that ass in those tiny goddamn trunks. What did you buy, a kid’s size?”
Wooyoung had in fact bought them a size too small and folded the waistline over twice.
“Is this okay, baby?” He asked, nuzzling closer to Woo’s crotch. “I wanna eat you up. Just about you right now. Okay?”
Woo smirked and nodded. I can definitely take a little spoiling.
“Pants off. Now.” San gripped Woo’s calves and stretched them up towards Woo’s face, lifting his ass off the bed. Woo obliged, wiggling enticingly to shimmy the clothing down and off. With the cloth out of the way, San dropped the legs from his grips and nuzzled into Woo’s public hair, bringing his hand up to run his fingers gently over Woo’s torso. It was such a feather-light touch it tickled and made him flinch. San’s deep breaths puffed his pubic hair, teasing what was to come. Woo’s guts twisted in anticipation.
He felt San move to softly run his lips up and down his slowly hardening shaft, pressing the most tender kisses occasionally. Woo’s breathing stuttered with every kiss, a lightheadedness taking over slowly. His fingers gripped at the soft blanket beneath him, grabbing and releasing with no real objective.
He knew San’s mouth was open when he felt deliciously hot air flowing gently over his hardening length. He whimpered softly, thrusting his hips gently in search of the wet heat he knew he’d be deep in soon.
“You’re so fucking cute.” San mumbled the words while guiding Woo’s cock past his lips, swirling his tongue around the tip and tightening his lips just past the head. He sucked gently, teasingly offering the pleasure only to a portion of Woo’s cock.
“Please, Sani. Hyung.” He begged the only way he knew how: pathetically but forcefully. He thrust his hips up more, forcing more of his cock into San’s mouth. He moaned at the relief of the wet warmth more surrounding him. San must have chuckled, because the next thing he felt were deep vibrations around his dick. He let out a high moan, pleading for even more.
San was apparently either insatiable or merciful, because he began to take Woo deeper into his mouth, inching down to the base before coming back up, coating his cock in spit. His sloppy movements eventually led to Woo’s cock hitting the back of his throat, tongue playing with the underside of his dick with every thrust.
God, what had he done to deserve this? Really? Spoiled like a king. At this succubus’s complete mercy. As he laid on his back, carding his fingers through the beautiful mop of blonde hair framed by his thighs, his mind wandered to places of insecurities. What agency did he really possess in bed? Was San right? Did he really only flop down and take it? If he did, was that in itself bad?
I can top San. I can fuck him. No matter how hot it would be to just have him take what he wants…
Woo didn’t know how much of that he would be able to take, though. His lips were dry from the little moans escaping and one of his hands made its way to San’s head, running his fingers through the blonde strands and gently massaging the scalp.
“Hyung, fuck, Sani it’s so good, god I can feel your throat.”
San took the hard member completely into his mouth, his nose finding its place in Woo’s public hair.
Like he fucking belongs there.
What Woo assumes to be a finger begins to circle his rim, using some of the spit dribbling down for a slick movement. The tender movements and the fingertip gently prodding at his asshole make him squirm and whine. San slid off his cock with a pop, quickly replacing Woo’s dick with three of his own fingers. He fucked his own fingers in his mouth, lapping at them with his tongue.
He’s going to kill me. At least I’ll die happy.
With a wink San lathered his fingers in spit and messily slid all three against Woo’s eager hole. San leaned his head against Woo’s sweaty thigh, pressing gently kisses into the muscle while prodding and scissoring the opening with his fingers, quickly working Woo from one to three fingers. He knew Woo enjoyed the burn more than a painless stretch.
He kissed Woo’s tip, lapping up the dripping precum from the slit, humming with pleasure at the whines it earned from Woo.
He occasionally took tiny breaks from sucking to taunt Woo with a chiding tone. “That’s right, baby. All about you, huh? That’s how you like it anyway.” He fucked the tip past his lips a few times while working his fingers deftly in and out of Woo’s hole. He tightened his lips, miming what Woo can only dream of diving his cock into. He popped of Woo’s dick again. “So selfish.” It was becoming impossible for Woo to last much longer.
He’s so goddamn good with his mouth.
“But that’s exactly how I like you. Greedy and selfish.”
Something freezing cold, large, and slick made its way into Woo’s asshole. He gasped and sat up quickly to see what San had done.
“And that’s why I’m going to keep you waiting.”
Woo’s breaths came deeply, almost gasping at the cool, full feeling and lack of stimulation.
“So you’re going to keep that plug in like a good boy. And you’ll wait until I’m ready to have you.” His innocent smile rubbed Woo the wrong way. “So we’re going to take a nice cold shower and then we’ll meet Seonghwa and Yeosang for dinner.” Woo only stared in disbelief, spit-covered cock twitching and drizzling precum while his sweaty chest heaved with every breath. “If I were you I’d get a move on. Don’t wanna keep them waiting.”
****
That motherfucker. The asshole.
The plug sat somewhat uncomfortably while they walked the halls and he wiggled in the hopes of relieving some discomfort.
“Don’t be obvious about it, yah? You know they both know but they don’t know.” San let loose that devilish grin of his with squinted eyes that drove Woo mad.
“Oh, shut the fuck up. If they found out you blueballed me they’d feel sorry for me.” He shot back, rudely picking at a wedgie.
San’s hand slid down his back and gently fingered at the pulg’s base and ripped a whimper from the younger. He could only tremble and slump against the hall’s wall for support.
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you eventually.” He smacked Woo’s ass cheek with finality before they knocked on the door, vibrations moving the plug unpleasantly within him.
Dinner was excruciating. Had had to sit with one leg under him, glaring openly at San.
‘I’ll take care of you eventually.’ Fuck you.
The others were watching some unimportant movie, but at least they were all distracted. Woo shimmied his phone out of his pocket gracelessly, hissing at the movement within his ass. San smiled while pretending to pay attention to the movie, placing his arm protectively over Woo’s shoulder, who shoved the arm off and scooted away.
He opened Universe absentmindedly, scrolling through the messages. A delicious, manipulative, tempting idea had rooted itself in Woo’s mind. He snickered while selecting the photos before innocently talking to Atiny.
Hello
I played in the water
Hongjoongie hyung didn’t play with us though
Ku ku ku ku ku
We were actually supposed to do it together
That’s right. Play it off like I didn’t even send shirtless pics. You know what, I’m feeling generous today.
There is this too
The messages immediately began flooding in. They were flying by so fast on his screen he was hardly able to read them.
you really said ‘i like Universe Atiny the best
JFC Wooyoung 💀
😲 私はこれの準備ができていませんでした
Baby you trying to make someone jealous?😏
안녕 모두들! 나는 이 세상의 모든 속박과 구속을 버린다! 👋 나는 나의 행복을 찾았습니다!
أنت بلا قميص؟ وانا في نفس البلد ؟؟؟؟
You’re kidding right RIGHT
fiiiiiiiiire🔥🔥🔥🔥
我不相信
No survivors
Wooyoung, eres tan hermoso❤️
I’m looking respectfully 👀 I promise
Oh wommies we’re getting fed today
Let ‘em chew on that for a while.
After a few minutes Seonghwa spoke up.
“Um, Wooyoung? What did you do?” He unamusedly stared up from his phone.
“What do you mean? I’ve been sitting here. I didn’t do anything.” The image of angelic innocence.
“Tinys are going crazy on twitter. They’re reposting the pics. Don’t lie.”
He pursed his lips and mimed thinking. “You know what, I remember now. I sent a couple of photos on Universe. What about it?”
Yeosang grabbed Seonghwa’s phone and fell over laughing after seeing the images. “You little tease! Were we not giving you enough attention?” He kept chuckling as he stood up to throw away trash. “That’s fucking hilarious.”
“Care to enlighten me?” San uttered with a smile that didn’t touch his eyes.
Oh I know that tone. Perfect.
“Not particularly. Check Twitter and find out.” Woo stood up with some difficulty, wiggling his ass more than necessary, before sauntering towards the door. “I’m going back to the room, you coming?”
“You’re shameless.” Seonghwa mumbled at Wooyoung. San got up silently and walked directly behind Woo, face betraying nothing. The eldest sighed in exasperation. “You know what, you both are. I’m sick of this.”
“Hyung, you’re just jealous” Woo said with eyes twinkling of mischief, looking only at San.
****
“You think you’re real cute, huh?” San said softly as their room door closed behind them, leaving them in almost-darkness.
“No, you’re the one who thinks I’m cute.”
“I think you’re a fucking menace.”
“No, I’m a
fucking
menace, and you love that about me.” He winked and wiggled his hips before walking over to the window and opening the fancy curtains.
“Lota confidence coming from someone who couldn’t speak right when I had my shirt off.” Was spoken directly against the nape of his neck. San’s arms worked their way around his torso, slowly caressing every inch of Woo they could find. He mouthed at Woo’s neck, leaving tinny kisses across the exposed skin.
“I’m confident I got away with sending shirtless pics to thousands of horny fans who’d jump at the opportunity to look into my eyes, let alone fuck me.” He spoke into the darkness of the night. The view of Jeddah was expansive and all encompassing in front of him. The bright sparkling lights of the city looked like their own personal galaxy there on the ground.
“Baby, if you ever get away with anything, it’s because I let it happen. And because you like the aftermath.” One of San’s hands lowered to grasp Woo’s waist tightly, bringing his hips back to meet San. “Tonight’s no different.” The other hand grasped at Woo’s neck, constricting slightly. “But I do love it when you think you get away with shit.”
Woo made eye contact with San’s reflection in the window and rolled his eyes. The fingers tightened on either side of his throat, safely giving him the breathing restriction that drove him crazy. It felt like his brain was slowly being dunked into a warm bubble bath, the foggy steam beginning to cloud up his mind.
“That’s my boy.” Was cooed into his skin before San roughly bit at his pulse point. “I actually think it’s really hot that you flaunted your body in front of them. It’s like my trophy boy toy is bragging about himself. The rub of it just happens to be that you belong to me, Wooyoung.”
Woo felt his knees getting slightly weak and his wit dulling.
God, I. I can’t think as fast but it’s kinda worth it for this.
The bedside lamp snapped on and brought Woo back to Earth.
When did he stop touching me?
“Don’t bother taking your clothes off. Lay down.” San motioned dismissively towards the bed while he disrobed. As an afterthought he added, “and what do you do if you want to stop and you can’t speak?”
“Tap th-” His voice was a little raspy, so he swallowed and continued. “Tap three times.”
“Very good, jagiya. That’s right.” He was almost completely naked, save his jewelry. “No, no pillow. Flat on the bed.”
Wooyoung replaced the pillow at the headboard and weakly laid down flat on the mattress, yet again staring at the ceiling, anticipation buzzing in his extremities. He heard a tiny clicking as San gently hopped onto the bed.
That goddamn chain.
Suddenly he felt warmth surrounding his shoulders and neck. San was kneeling at his shoulders and Woo looked up to see his balls dangling inches away from his face.
Looks so “ fucking yummy” he half-spoke while nudging his nose closer and hoping to get a taste.
“Close, but no cigar.” Woo tilted his lidded gaze up the man positioned above him. Balls, hardening cock, abs, pecs, clavicle, neck, sharp jaw, beautiful lips exposing gorgeous teeth, perfect nose…devilish eyes. “You’re gonna toss some salad, baby. Such a cute little chef.” He moved slightly and hovered his entrance above Woo’s mouth, giving him time to turn down the meal offered.
Woo immediately wrapped his arms around the hard, muscular thighs at his shoulders and shoved his face into San.
With what Woo assumes is a shit-eating grin and a chuckle San says “맛있게먹우영”, the tag from Woo’s cooking videos. He groans into San’s asshole, turning San’s laughs into tiny breathy moans.
I guess there’s time for me to take control later.
He hungrily nibbled, bit, and kissed at San’s hole, relishing in the texture of his soft flesh and tiny hairs tickling his nose.
“Fuck, you’re my whole world, baby.” Was almost a whisper from above.
His fingertips caressed the hard muscles of San’s thighs. Then you’re my Atlas, holding up those beauty marks, those celestial bodies, heaven itself just for me.
Sue him, he got borderline poetic when San was involved. Call it a character flaw. He was getting a little dizzy from San and besides, who doesn’t get emotional and all warm and fuzzy while eating ass?
After a delicious meal, and a head full of nebulous, cloudy thoughts, Woo was taken out of his trance by a gentle hand caressing his head.
“Mmm?”
“C’mon, baby. Hold still.” After some readjusting, San repositioned a limp Wooyoung gently with his back against the headboard.
“Now can you sit still for me, jagiya?” He purred while stroking his dark red cock.
Woo could only nod dumbly, his thoughts a murky mess. San chuckled softly and crawled onto the bed, stradling Woo’s thighs.
“Hand.” He commanded.
Woo presented both of his hands, cupped upwards. A condom, wrapped in gold, fell into his palms.
“Good boy. Now put this on for me, okay?” San murmured while leaning back. His cock pointed proudly skyward. San’s hand reached behind him to tease his spit-slick hole. San’s tiny breaths were electrifying. The soft yellow light from the lamp illuminated him like a golden statue.
Has his skin always glowed?
Woo absentmindedly traced his fingertips up San’s torso, gently caressing over abs, pecs, every part of the god above him immaculately refined muscle. His attention was broken by a firm smack on the inside of one of his thighs, causing him to retract his hand.
“What should you be doing?” He spoke slowly while fingering himself deeper, small squelching sounds seemingly being the only thing Woo could focus on.
“C-condom.” He stuttered out.
“That’s right. And why isn’t that what you’re doing?” His condescending tone gave Woo some clarity, breaking the illusion of fog previously clouding his thoughts.
Woo hummed as his trembling fingers ripped open the condom and began awkwardly rolling it down his length.
Thank god it numbs the feeling. Don’t think I’d last a second in him without it. Did he plan that?
San positioned himself above Woo, teasing his own hole with Woo’s cock.
“No touching, you just sit there and let me use you.”
When did he get the lube? Which reminded him of what was currently in his own asshold, jostled slightly by San sitting atop him.
San sank down Woo’s length somewhat quickly, an uncharacteristically merciful act.
Wooyoung couldn’t breathe. His dick felt so good it was like it’d been dipped in molten gold. The plug was rhythmically being moved within him in almost a teasing sensation. He was absolutely helpless and melting.
A gasp was punched from his gut as he felt every centimeter of San swallow him whole. He was drowning in San. Absolutely encompassed and held down like the weight of the world was resting on top of him.
“Look at you, you talk such big shit but the second you get your dick wet you’re a blubbering mess.” San laughed humorously, leaning back and fucking himself on Woo once slowly. The younger’s breath was completely knocked out of him. He legs twitched and his toes curled, searching for a purpose. His hips tried to thrust on their own, but it was an uncoordinated movement that offered no relief from the all-consuming pleasure. “Ya with me, baby? Where’s that cocky bitch gone, huh?” He landed a firm smack on Woo’s cheek.
Not even the searing of his face could distract him from the heavenly feelings radiating from his dick. San was so warm, hotter than his mouth and so much tighter. Woo can’t even hazard a thought of what it would feel like without the condom. He could only sob and try to gasp whatever cold air into his lungs that he could. As San picked up the pace Woo found he could no longer move his limbs. His cheek stung. Everything happening all at once was immobilizing. It was his first time being inside San and it was over-stimulating and verging on too much for him to handle. Wiggle as he might, he couldn't escape the plug rooted firmly in his ass, San clenching around him, or any of the other sensations he was too hyper aware to notice. The verbal abuse made him feel so small. The visual of San above him, muscles rippling beneath honey-lit skin, was more delicious than any meal his imagination could conjure. And his dick. God his dick.
How does San handle this? Jesus fucking Christ. San’s right. Am I not that good at bottoming? It’s so amazing I can’t move and when he’s inside he’s lucid enough to fuck me into next year. I really am a miserable excuse for a top.
Insecurities he didn’t even know he had began bubbling up within him. Tears began searing his eyes, not from pleasure but from concern. Desperation swirled together with the ecstasy, bubbling up within him and roaring for him to escape.
“Sani, Sani, it’s a lot.” He managed to speak between sobs.
“Yeah, I’ll fucking bet, baby. You like it that much, huh?” He rolled his hips deliciously with the singular purpose of driving Woo insane. “So fucking pathetic.”
“No, I, Sani, wait” He choked out and began latching onto his last hope. In a defeated bawl he uttered “F-filter”. He found the strength only to raise his hands and cover his face.
All movement immediately stopped and San placed a hand on either side of Woo’s head at the headboard.
“Baby, I’m going to pull you out now, is that okay?” Concern laced his tone.
Woo nodded and continued to cry softly. San’s slippery hole sliding away from his cock was almost a tickle of pleasure compared to previous movements. Woo gasped at the loss of the warmth.
“Can I touch you or is that too much?”
Woo shrugged with his face still covered.
“Then I’m not going to touch you, okay?” Woo nodded.
“ ‘s too much. So much. How’re you in control when I’m on bottom? It’s so much, Sani. I’m sorry I’m no good.” He cried out, drool and snot beginning to coat his face. “Please, the plug, Sani. I can’t. I’m so sorry.”
“Woah, woah. Let’s reel it in, huh? One thing at a time.” San’s gentle tone was helping Woo to calm down, so he latched onto it. “I’m gonna take the plug out now, okay?” Woo nodded behind his hands and soon after felt the bulbous head of the plug stretch his rim and pop out, his asshole dripping some lube while he cried and shrunk in on himself.
“Thanks.” He said without an ounce of relief. “Will you keep talking? ‘S helping.” He sniffled and gasped more gently.
“Of course, love.” San thought for a moment, getting comfortable beside Woo and catching his breath, stretching out his thigh muscles. “God, you worked me so hard, baby. Thought I’d bust a nut the second I got you all the way in. You look like a fucking dream reclined on the bed like that.” He worriedly glanced at Woo. “You’re safe and you did so well. You did very well, Youngie.”
“No I didn’t.” The words came from behind his fingers, muffled slightly. “I had to safe word out cause I couldn’t handle it.”
“Okay. First, the word is there so you are comfortable and safe. Don’t ever, ever, feel any guilt or remorse for using it, got it?” Woo didn’t have to look to know San had his serious face on. There was no use arguing. The confusion and fear he felt earlier were melting slightly, so he dropped his hands, wiping away some tears from his face(and some of the snot but hopefully San didn’t see that). “And second, it’s really overwhelming to top. It’s a lot to handle. I get it. I get my enjoyment from calling the shots and I personally can do that better from the top. So don’t you think for a second your ass isn’t the best feeling in the world. It’s like God made your ass just for me. As an atheist, I can confidently say it’s the closest to Heaven I’m ever gonna get.”
Woo chuckled a little and sniffled. He placed his hand on San’s hand resting in the covers.
“I dunno how you do it, cause it was way too much for me. Maybe if we started slower? I still want to top, but…” I don’t want to fucking admit that he still needs to be in control. “I have trouble thinking straight.”
San thought for a moment before hesitantly beginning. “How about I get you something to focus on, huh?” San moved to grab the younger’s wallet from the side table, searching. “Here”, he held out the coin from that morning. “You have to hold onto this with both thumbs and pointer fingers, okay?”
Woo took the metal coin, positioned his four fingers on it and relaxed his posture. It felt like having this tiny task would allow him to work through the mist, head towards clarity. He concentrated on the texture of the coin, closing his eyes and rubbing the faces gently.
“You know I tease you about being in control, right?” His gentle tone broke the near-silence in the room.
“I mean, I know you’re in control most of the time, but I kinda want to be sometimes.”
“Woo, love. You’re the one in control. Jesus, I’d do anything for you and you know it. What did I do right before I gave you that coin?”
He looked questioningly at San and answered, “you bought us snacks?”
“I bought you snacks. Cause you told me to. You want an errand boy? I’m there. You say jump and I ask how high. Fuck, that’s why I roughed you up past my own limits that one time. It’s always for you, baby.” He hovered a hand above Woo’s shoulder, waiting for permission. A nod from Woo granted it. “Jagiya, listen to me. I love that you’re greedy and selfish. You wouldn’t be the fucking amazing dancer you are today if you weren’t. You wouldn’t be such a good role model for Bobae. She loves how hungry her big brother is to take on the world. Honestly, it’s why everyone who loves you does.”
Wooyoung tried his best to take the words to heart, focusing his sight on the coin in his hands.
“Wooyoung, you’re in control but you grant me the permission to test my own limits. To grow. You don’t realize how amazing you are, do you?”
His tears had slowed and his heart was reaching a more normal rate, so he tore his attention from the coin to look at San. “Do you mind if we just cuddle, please?”
“Anything, baby.” San whispered with a cat-like slow blink.
Palming the coin, Woo practically threw himself into San’s grasp, drinking in the sound of his heart, the feeling of him taking breaths, and the beauty of his arms immediately enveloping Woo protectively. Safety.
****
He awoke some time later to complete darkness. Still in the middle of the night. San must have gotten hot, because he was on the other side of the bed. Too far away.
He dressed me. Woo thought when he realized he was swaddled in his baggy pajamas. What the fuck did I do to deserve him? The dark, silent cosmos surrounding him supplied no answer. He scooted gently towards San and shuffled up against the wider man’s back, sliding an arm over his tiny waist.
San hummed sleepily and scooted back to press closer to Woo. “Mmmm. How’re you doing?”
“Better. Thank you.” Where a million thoughts were once swirling and frightening now Woo could only sense one thought resurfacing.
You really do hold up the heavens for me, don’t you?
He began tenderly placing kisses up San’s neck, sniffling when his nose was tickled by the hairs at San’s nape. The heat from his own breath warmed up his own face like steam from a cup of tea. He inhaled and the beautiful scent of black truffles, rich patchouli, and creamy vanilla filled his lungs. San really was like a cup of chai. He was woodsy and comforting and warm.
Wooyoung placed a tender kiss and followed it up with a tiny lick.
Tastes just as good.
San chuckled roughly and scooted back against Woo, both of their bodies creating an almost-insufferable warmth. Woo continued to mouth at San’s neck and shoulders, nibbling whenever it suited him.
“Wanna pick up where we left off?” He mumbled into San’s neck.
“Is that a good idea?”
“Mhm.”
“Youngie?”
“Hyungie?” Woo couldn’t stifle his chuckle when San groaned. “San, it’s fine.” His hand slowly snaked its way to San’s torso, where his fingers played with the hem of his boxers. Course he’s only in his underwear. “C’mon. Lemme try something.” He pulled at the hem and released the elastic so it snapped gently into place.
San whispered, the words disappearing in the ether, “I trust you, baby”.
Something in the pit of Woo’s stomach did a twist and his breath caught in his throat. Selfishness be damned. His arms enveloped San and he suckled at the exposed expanse of San’s neck. Their legs seemed to move of their own accord, entwining like cattails. As Woo nipped and licked and kissed his ears were graced with tiny gasps and breathless moans from the elder. His fingertips played with the hem of San’s boxers, slipping underneath to play with the hairs beneath his bellybutton.
“Sani? What do you want?” I know what I wanna do but…I don’t know if you want it.
“Touch me, please, baby.” San’s body agreed with the words spoken, his hips thrusting forward, encouraging Woo.
Yeah, but do you…
“...wanna feel you inside. Is that okay?”
A soft grin spread across his face. “Yeah, I want it, too.” His hand dipped into San’s boxers and his fingers carded into his pubic hair. San’s cock was warm and hardening with Woo’s gentle touches. Woo traced a finger over the slit and slid the precum around the tip, his fingertip gliding effortlessly in little circles that had San quietly whimpering.
That was what Wooyoung wanted. This amazingly strong, controlling, caring, selfless man to allow him power. To bequeath the power onto him, if only for a night.
San moved his body in gentle thrusting motions, rolling his hips rhythmically.
Wooyoung chuckled against San’s searingly hot shoulder and pressed their bodies together, rutting against the other’s backside.
“God, your ass is amazing.” The words were punctuated with a firm thrust. “Tell me you don’t like anything, okay?” He grasped San’s member and squeezed just to elicit a beautiful moan from San’s perfect lips.
“Get the lube, I gotta lose these.” San almost-frantically sat up and began removing his boxers, glancing expectantly at Woo. “My bag. In the bathroom. Shoo.”
Guess I’m still taking orders, but it feels better now.
Repositioned in bed, Woo sat between San’s legs. The older’s torso was covered with a light layer of sweat, sparkling little glitter on his skin. Woo coated his fingers in lube and gently pressed them to San’s entrance, enjoying the new experience of a very pliant San beneath him.
Before Wooyoung was the body of a man flopped onto an old hotel mattress covered in hopefully-clean sheets. What he saw was the form of an angel fallen down to earth, draped over silken sheets and covered in gold. The angel’s body begged for more, meeting Woo’s movements with eagerness.
“Oh, hyung…” He purred. San gasped gently as Woo’s slick fingers breached his asshole and squealched into him. San’s warmth sucked the fingers in with a greed he doesn’t normally show. Woo sat back, fingering him open gently, watching his chest heave with every deep breath. “How’s it feeling?”
After a few thrusts of his fingers and no response, he curled his fingers upwards and moved the pads of his fingers, searching. He was rewarded with a small whine.
“It’s nice. It doesn’t feel as good as you make it look.”
“And what the hell’s that supposed to mean?” He used his free hand to gently slap San’s dick, causing his entire body to jump.
“F-fuck.” San gasped for air. “Do that again.” His beautifully narrowed eyes meet Woo’s stare unblinkingly. “But harder.”
Oh, I’m a goner.
San's pupils were blown so wide it was almost as if his irises were black pearls.
Woo slowly traced a fingertip up San’s length and circled it around the base of the head.
“I don’t remember talking about anything like that beforehand. I dunno if I should…” He broke the unwavering eye contact to look down and watch a large bead of precum drip pathetically from San’s slit.
“Woo…” San uttered. His cock twitched as more precum dribbled from his dick and slowly slid down his length. Who was Woo not to reward such sweet begging? He leaned back and looked down his nose at San before suddenly smacking the hard, weeping cock. San whimpered and gasped for air as his dick bobbed and twitched.
Woo felt San’s hole deliciously clench around his fingers and he decided there was nothing more he wanted in the world in that moment than to feel that on his cock.
With renewed fervor and greed he scissored San open, his fingers sliding more easily with each thrust.
“Woo? Baby? Please put it in. I don’t know how much more I can take, I fucking need you inside again.” His body let loose a full-body shiver, his skin covered in goose bumps, again clenching around the fingers knuckle-deep within him.
“Condom?” Woo slipped his fingers out, to San’s displeasure.
“No, no, wanna really feel you this time.” He grasped at Woo’s torso, pulling him closer and grinding his ass against Woo’s cock as much as he could. It wasn’t much and it looked pathetic to Woo.
Alright, maybe I do get wanting to bully him. It’s really fucking addicting.
“One condition.” Woo’s eyes glinted with a spark of mischief that remained unnoticed by San.
“Yeah, whatever. Anything.” He dismissively whispered while clawing at Woo’s back.
“Stick your tongue out.” Woo trained his fingers feather-light against San’s cock. He obeyed immediately, dropping his jaw and lolling out his tongue. “Who’s the good boy now?” He murmured while leaning forward. San rolled his eyes before shock overtook his expression. Woo leaned inches away and spat directly into his face, letting drool drop onto San’s tongue. With a dark chuckle he licked into San’s mouth before leaning back. “Swallow.”
San’s eyelids had drooped and his severe, angular features took on a feral quality. He leaned his head back against a pillow slowly and took his time swallowing Woo’s spit, exaggeratedly showing off his adam’s apple bobbing from the action.
Woo huffed gently and uttered a curse under his breath. San licked his lips enticingly and let his hands drop to his own crotch, fingers clawing at his thighs to spread himself for Woo, saying nothing.
With no thought Woo lined his cock up with San’s hole, teasingly rubbing his glistening tip again San’s entrance. He fucked the tip in gently, not allowing the head to pop completely in.
“Wooyoung…” San moaned his name like it was scripture.
With mercy Wooyoung began sliding more and more of his cock inside San. At his own pace it was far less overwhelming than previously. His head seemed clear enough to concentrate on San’s body. On San’s face. On San’s sounds. Had he always made such beautiful sounds in bed?
Woo’s dick felt like it was being dipped into lava. It was hot and warm and wet and intoxicating.
Once completely sheathed inside he paused.
“San, Sani? How’s it?” He stuttered out. San just nodded and latched his legs around Woo’s torse, pulling him impossibly closer.
“So fucking full. God, so fucking good. You’re so good, baby.”
Woo lazily gave a few shallow thrusts. “You like me most when I’m selfish, right?” He fingered the tattoo on San’s leg.
“Yeah, I do.” The angel opened his arms. “Take whatever you want, baby. Take it all.” And if those weren’t the most beautiful words ever spoken, Woo didn’t know what was. He leaned back and slammed into San’s all-too-eager hole a few times before stalling while completely seated within him.
God, you’re fucking perfect for me.
He sighed deeply and focused all of his attention on their physical connection and reeled his hand back to smack San’s dick. The moment of contract was electrifying.
San yelped and his body clenched and what Woo felt was heaven. What Woo heard was heaven.
That’s it. I can die happy.
He moaned and let his chin drop to his chest as he began fucking San earnestly. San was desperately wiggling, his hands roaming across his own body, indecisive in what needed to be done.
“Hyung, you’re so pretty. You’re so good for me.” was spoken through a tightness in his chest. I love you.
He wrapped his hand tightly around San’s cock and began pumping him in time to his thrusts. San whimpered pathetically and grasped at Woo’s face, pulling him down for a kiss. He paused for a moment, sharing breath while his sparkling eyes searched for something in Woo’s face.
“Youngie, I love you, fuck I love you.” San gasped and moaned around the words, as if they had no weight at all. As if it was the easiest thing to say in the world. As if Wooyoung needed to say it again. As if it was what San needed to hear.
“I love you, too.” Woo spoke in between hurried kisses. “I love you so goddamn much it scares me.” San pleaded with his eyes, his body twitching as an indicator of how close he really was to finishing. Woo slid in and out of San faster, taking care to flick his thumb against the tip of San’s cock on every pump. “That’s right. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Woo…” His name died on San’s lips and he clenched and whined. “Woo I’m…” He wasn’t able to say anything else before he was moaning through his orgasm, body trembling with pleasure. Woo was indeed a goner. San tightened around Woo’s dick and he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the sensation. Tighter than a mouth and slicker than a hand. He tried to fuck San through it, he really did, but his own orgasm had him gasping and collapsing on San’s body. Their sweaty torsos met and Wooyoung felt San take a deep breath beneath him.
“Yeah, we should definitely do that again.” San spoke while chuckling lightly and caressing Woo’s head.
****
As the boys made their way to the airport later that morning, the dawn sky greeted them with brilliant purples, oranges, and pinks.
Woo beant down and grabbed two carry-on bags, lifting them carefully into the overhead storage on the plane. When one of the bags opened, he noticed one of San’s shirts falling out. He carelessly shoved the fabric back in and zipped the bag closed. San bounded into the row and plopped down in the middle seat.
“San-ah, why don’t you sit by the window?” Seonghwa casually mentioned while raising his eyebrows at Wooyoung.
“Nah, I know he likes it.” He nuzzled against Woo’s shoulder. “Besides, I can sleep fine leaning on Youngie.”
“How about I flip a coin instead?” Woo offered, smirking. “Heads you get the window.” He pulled out his new golden coin and flipped it high into the air where it glistened in the early morning light. He caught it on his hand and covered it briefly before peaking at the result. His smile dropped and he pouted. “Fine”, he complained. “You get the window.” Wooyoung deposited the Saudi coin safely into his pocket, having no clue which side of the beautiful currency was which.