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𝓨eosang never had much luck in love. Otherwise, he wouldn't be where he is now: at a frat party, surrounded by disgusting frat boys, and drunk and high people smelling like rancid sweat.
Although he finds the vibration of the music pleasant against his chest, he would rather be at home with the love of his life. He's a hopeless romantic, and since he learned the hard way that the love of his life isn't going to show up one day and knock on his door, he went looking for him. A frat party isn't the right place. Definitely not. But here's San.
San has a band. He also shares a class with Yeosang, and that's where he sees him the most. He watches him in class, to the point where he's worried that San might report him for harassment.
At this party, long before Yeosang has a chance to look for him, San looks at him first.
Yeosang observes him from a distance and how he interacts with the other people at the party. He knows he's very popular, but that doesn't stop him from being fascinated by how effortlessly he moves through the groups of people.
Yeosang has been at the party for a while, with Wooyoung and some other friends. San approaches their group, starting a conversation with Wooyoung. Yeosang, feeling unprepared for the encounter, becomes the focus as San turns to speak directly to him.
The party's theme is Y2K, and Yeosang notices that San took the theme a little too seriously. He looks like a member of a punk band, wearing a tight black t-shirt with a skull on the front. He has a silver chain around his neck, low-rise black jeans, and a belt with chains. He also has a studded bracelet, black nail polish, and several rings. It's impossible to deny that he has eyeliner on. His blonde hair is messy and spiky, further enhancing his punk style. And the eyebrow piercing is new…
He looked like Nobu from Nana.
He didn't understand a word San said; he was too focused on looking nonchalant. All he remembers is San asking if they went to class together and mentioning he'd never seen him at a party. Suddenly, Wooyoung and the others were gone.
The silence tells Yeosang it's his turn to speak.
"Yeah, well... I don't really like these kinds of... parties," he replies, calmly.
San smiles, and Yeosang's eyes drift to the dimple in his cheek.
It's strange to see him like this, after only watching from afar in class or on stage. Yeosang doubts San noticed him when he watched the band perform. Still, San feels familiar, as if they've crossed paths many other times.
In the room, the light is dim, and the air is heavy, thick with smoke and the noise of people talking. Luckily, the music isn't too loud, and the sound of San's voice runs down his spine like a feather caressing his skin. He shivers slightly, but tries to pretend he hasn't been imagining this moment for almost six months, since he moved into Wooyoung's apartment and met his friends.
Behind San, under the threshold of the door leading to the kitchen, Wooyoung was smiling with his thumbs-up.
"Then why did you come today?"
Because of you.
Yeosang looks around, trying to think of something clever to say, as long as it wasn't the truth.
"It's good to experiment with new things, right?"
San smiles again, and Yeosang stares at his lips, unintentionally. He quickly looks away as soon as he realizes his mistake.
"Would you like to experiment with beer pong with my friends?" San points to the table where two tall guys are watching them. "I need a partner."
"Well, if you don't mind losing, I'll play."
San chuckles, so Yeosang is encouraged to smile and follow along. San introduces Yunho and Mingi. They are really good at the game. Yeosang recognizes them from afar, having seen them at the band's performances. Mingi plays the bass, and Yunho is the keyboardist.
The first round is a disaster: Yeosang misses every shot from being so nervous, while Mingi doesn't miss a single one. Yunho and San are tied, making some shots and missing others. Everyone drinks heavily—except Mingi.
The most amazing thing about it all is having San so close. His perfume isn't strong, but it's like a presence. Sweet, with a woody undertone that lingers in the air after he walks away. Yeosang wants to drown in that scent.
No, let's cross that out. The most amazing thing happens in the second round. San is a little tipsy, and when he drinks from the glass, the beer runs down the corner of his lips. Yeosang is mesmerized, watching the liquid trickle down his chin to his neck. He wants to lick it off.
San leans in to whisper something in his ear over the music. His breath tickles Yeosang's skin. He feels his stomach clench.
"You're terrible at this, but I'm glad you came."
Yeosang couldn't help but laugh. He stumbled backwards, and San grabbed his hand, preventing him from bumping into the girls passing behind him.
"Do you wanna go outside? There's a porch back here; it's my secret spot. Nobody usually goes there."
Yeosang nodded and scanned the area for Wooyoung, but he didn't see him anywhere, so he just followed San wherever he was leading him.
The vodka shots and the drinks he had with Wooyoung, along with all the beer, made the atmosphere feel heavier and slower. He now began to understand why people came to these places. You could only handle it when you were drunk, and all in all, it wasn't that bad…
"Do you smoke?" San asked, making a gesture with his fingers that Yeosang quickly understood, so he nodded.
The air was pleasant, and San was right: the porch was hidden behind some large bushes.
They sat on the wooden floor, and the sound of the party was muffled.
San started rolling a joint, and Yeosang couldn't stop smiling. He should have listened to Wooyoung and come to the other parties he'd been to months ago.
"I really like your outfit," Yeosang said, as San licked the paper. "It makes me think of Nobu."
San put his hand over his heart and smiled with his eyes closed.
"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. That's what I was going for!"
Yeosang laughed, hardly believing he was alone with San like this. He'd imagined this scenario more than twenty times in the last few weeks.
"It really shows off your arms," he said, looking at San's biceps, almost uninhibited by the alcohol.
"Thanks. I like your outfit too," San said, taking the joint to his lips and lighting it. After taking a deep puff, he continued... “Although I imagined you more as a Radiohead kind of guy.”
Yeosang looks at his own outfit. A tight The Killers t-shirt, dark cargo pants, and an oversized plaid shirt unbuttoned over it. He was also wearing Vans sneakers and several rings. He hadn't really thought about it.
"Do you imagine things about me?" he asks boldly, taking the joint from San's fingers. If he weren't drunk, he would never ask that question.
He smokes and watches San smile through the smoke. His smile fades slowly, and his intense gaze is even more so thanks to the black eyeliner.
"Since the first time I saw you, I imagined a lot of things," San whispers, like a confession in the middle of the night. Yeosang chokes on the smoke and starts coughing. "I mean, normal things! Like talking to you in class and stuff..."
After coughing, Yeosang laughs at the clarification, and San joins in his laughter.
"Really? I thought you didn't pay any attention to me."
San takes the joint when Yeosang offers it to smoke some more.
"Seriously. You're so beautiful that I can't help but stare at you. And sometimes it's hard, because most of the time you sit so far away."
Yeosang feels his face flush, and the weed is affecting him too quickly, making him want to laugh when nothing is happening. Maybe it's nervousness.
"I thought the same thing."
A noise distracts them, and they both look to the side. Behind the bushes, two girls are kissing, and Yeosang feels his mouth suddenly go dry.
Is San expecting Yeosang to kiss him? These things happen at these kinds of parties, right?
Yeosang stares at San's lips as he exhales smoke, and they are tempting. Pink, full, and after a lick, they shine. He wonders what it would feel like to kiss San. What kissing feels like.
In his twenty-three years, Yeosang has never kissed anyone.
That's why he won't kiss San tonight: it would be too awkward, too stupid, too... virgin.
"Wooyoung has the best outfit tonight," Yeosang says, ignoring that he was about to confess his kiss-virginity to San. What he says is not true, though, because San has the best outfit.
But San laughs, and his eyes narrow. He's beautiful.
"Yeah, that's true. I hope he gets lucky with that," he says, laughing. Yeosang joins in. He takes a final blow to the joint, and San does the same before putting it out.
Wooyoung did have a Radiohead t-shirt, but it said "Too much radio, not enough head."
"I like the sticker," San says. Yeosang doesn't understand what he means until he looks at his phone and remembers he has a One Piece sticker; Luffy's hat. "Look."
San pulls his keys out of his pocket, revealing a keychain of Luffy's hat. Yeosang laughs as if it's hilarious.
"How cute, we match," Yeosang says, licking his lips.
"Oh, that reminds me, I have a really embarrassing picture related to One Piece."
Yeosang can't stop laughing.
"Can I see it?"
San bites his lip, considering the request for a few seconds. He takes out his phone. Yeosang watches the lights beautifully illuminate his face.
San shows him a picture where he looks younger. He's holding a white phone and has several One Piece stickers on it. Yeosang can't help but chuckle; he finds it incredibly cute. Seeing the picture makes him so happy. San snatches the phone away from his face too quickly.
"Green hair?"
San closes his eyes and shakes his head again.
"I shouldn't have shown you that."
"No, no. You look so cute. So adorable."
At that moment, San glances at his lips. It's just a second, but Yeosang notices, even though San's gaze has already darted up faster than lightning.
Inside, they finally start playing 2000s music, and people can be heard shouting.
"I swear I couldn't wait for Wooyoung to drag you to one of these parties," San confesses.
Yeosang raises an eyebrow. This sounds more like a dream than reality. He plays with his fingers for a while because he doesn't know what to say. This has never happened to him before. He's never been chosen, never been desired by someone he also desired.
And he has never been to one of these parties. It's not so bad after all.
All his life, he'd been too shy and too reserved to take control of his life. In general, and especially in matters of love. But this year, he decided to change that. So here he is, trying to change things:
"Do you like me that much?" he asks easily. The words tumble out. San looks slightly incredulous, and Yeosang cringes at his own question.
He expects rejection, or even that he'll leave Yeosang alone on that porch with the lesbians who won't stop kissing like it's the end of the world. But nothing happens.
Many times Yeosang wished he were someone else. A more self-confident, braver person. Someone who demands what they want. But right now, Yeosang doesn’t feel that way.
"Fuck, yeah. I like you way too much. A lot."
Yeosang laughs, throwing his head back and giving him a light punch on the shoulder.
"What?"
San stares at him, a slight pout threatening to turn his surprised expression into one of sadness.
"You're a liar, you don't even know me."
"I know everything Wooyoung tells me about you. I know what time you get up, what time you go to sleep, and what classes you..."
San shuts his mouth.
"I thought I was the stalker."
"I didn't mean to sound creepy..."
"Don't worry, I know more than I'd like to, too."
A couple of months ago, Wooyoung was drunk and confessed to Yeosang that San's relationship with his father was quite tumultuous. Yeosang didn't want to ask anything, but he didn't stop Wooyoung when he started talking about things.
"Oh, really?" San asked, leaning forward.
Yeosang mirrored this, leaning closer to San.
"I've always wanted to talk to you, but I've never had the confidence to."
"What changed?"
Yeosang shrugged. The night breeze shifted. The music playing inside was getting better.
San was closer, looking at his lips. Yeosang's skin felt a tingle.
"I guess I got tired of watching you from afar."
San smiled and licked his lips, almost as if preparing for a kiss. It hurts so much to see him like this, so close, so devoted. He'd give anything to kiss San right now, but Yeosang never kissed anyone in his life; this is too much pressure.
Apparently, San understands what Yeosang isn't saying and intertwines his fingers with his.
"Wanna dance?"
Yeosang, as he has been doing all night, nods to hide his blush.
San pulls him inside, and Yeosang can't believe how happy he feels.
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Mingi is incredibly good at dancing, something Yeosang would never have guessed if he'd only been left with the impression of the couple band performances he saw. Yeosang feels a little embarrassed dancing near him, but thanks to everything he's taken so far, he loosens up easily.
The guys are fun and also very popular. Perhaps too popular for Yeosang's comfort. If he'd been sober, he might not have agreed to dance with San. He feels like everyone is looking at them.
At one point, Jongho—whom Yeosang only knows because he'd seen him a few times with the band members—approaches them and puts his hands around Mingi's waist, guiding his dance. They started moving their bodies to the rhythm of the song with an almost too sensual fluidity.
Yeosang turns his head so as not to interrupt them, meeting San's piercing gaze. They sing the songs and dance together. For Yeosang, it's a huge step forward when San touches his hands. It feels so intimate that it hardly seems like today is the first day they've interacted beyond the endless glances they exchange in class.
Watching his lips as he sings feels intimate, like a private performance.
He closes his eyes and feels the music, the vibrations in his limbs, San's sweet, addictive scent. He could do this more often.
Suddenly, someone touches his shoulder, and Yeosang senses that the night is ruined.
"Yeosang, right?"
Yeosang recognizes him immediately; he’s from the band, Hongjoong, the guitarist. He has such heavy eyeliner that Yeosang feels a little intimidated, but he nods anyway.
"Wooyoung's upstairs in the bathroom. He’s calling for you."
"Is he okay?" San says, anticipating the question Yeosang was about to ask.
Hongjoong grimaces and shakes his head.
"He was throwing up."
Yeosang hurries upstairs, grateful that San is following him. He couldn't walk without bumping into people, and San was good at moving him around when necessary, like a rag doll.
"Oh, great. San's here too," Wooyoung murmurs from the bathroom floor, throwing his arms up.
He's kneeling in front of the toilet. His makeup is smeared, as if he'd been crying. Yeosang wants to believe that it was from the effort of throwing up.
Yeosang washes his face with cold water. He doesn't mind getting his shirt a little wet.
"Are you okay?" San helps him up. Wooyoung stands and smiles, nodding.
"Should I call a taxi?" Yeosang asks, drying his hands before picking up his phone. Wooyoung nods, leaning back against San.
He knows something happened to Wooyoung, but he doesn't want to ask him with San there. Even tho they're coworkers, they've known each other for longer, and they're closer than Yeosang and Wooyoung. Maybe something happened that Wooyoung doesn't want to share with San.
"You can stay. You can sleep in my room. I'm fine using the living room when all this is over."
"Thanks, San, but I think it's better if we go home."
After calling a taxi, they both help Wooyoung. Mingi hands them a bottle of water, and Wooyoung takes a sip outside while they wait.
The wait is short, and after helping Wooyoung into the taxi, almost as if he does this all the time, San takes Yeosang's hand before he gets in.
"Would you like to go out with me?" he asks, stumbling over his words. Yeosang finds it endearing that for the first time, he seems nervous about interacting with him.
"Yeah... yes. I'd really like that."
"Great, I'll ask Wooyoung for your number later," he says, putting a hand behind his head. He was cute when he was nervous. "Have a good night."
"Thanks, San. You too."
In the taxi, Wooyoung leans against him. Yeosang gently strokes his head.
He's not fond of physical contact, but in the short time he's known Wooyoung, he’s gotten under his skin. Wooyoung is affectionate, touch-starved. Even though it sometimes bothers him, in these last few months, Yeosang has learned to love him.
He doesn't let go, even though he smells a bit like vomit.
Wooyoung drinks the rest of his water during the ride.
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“Were you crying?” He asks, hanging up his coat.
Wooyoung slumps onto the couch, and Yeosang helps him take off his boots.
“No. I just—I don’t know. I don’t remember if I cried.”
Yeosang tilts his head, frowning. He looks calm, so there’s nothing to worry about for now.
Wooyoung seems more sober, but he’s still drunk.
“Yunho thought my shirt was hilarious,” he says, laughing, taking it off and throwing it on the living room floor. “He thought it was so brilliant he sucked my dick.”
“Oh.”
Blushing, Yeosang doesn’t know what to say. Not only because of his lack of experience, but because he doesn’t quite understand this non-romantic relationship Wooyoung has with Yunho. They’re friends with benefits, or something like that, but until recently, they’d been fighting over something stupid (literally, they fought over a card game). Yeosang doesn't really know what's going on between them, because he's only been friends with Wooyoung for a few months, and he's known his friends for much less time. He doesn't know if Wooyoung is in love with Yunho, or if Yunho is in love with him, but he'd like to hang out with them more so he can observe their dynamic. Preferably somewhere other than a frat party, but anything would do.
"So, how did it go with San?" Yeosang's eyes shamelessly scan every part of his naked torso. "You two were together all night."
Yeosang smiles, looking away.
"Well... It was fine. He asked me out and... I wanted to kiss him so bad."
"And why didn't you?"
Yeosang plays with his fingers. He looks around the room and bites his lips.
"Because I've never kissed anyone."
Wooyoung's eyes and mouth open wide, with a loud gasp of surprise.
"You didn't tell me that."
He puts his hands to his face.
"I know, I was embarrassed."
Wooyoung smiles and looks at him with tender eyes.
"It's okay, it's normal."
"Is it?" Yeosang asks in a whisper, looking at him through his fingers.
Wooyoung shrugs.
"I guess so.”
Yeosang drops to his knees at Wooyoung's feet, clasping his hands as if he's going to pray.
"Woo, please. You have to help me. I can't go out with San without knowing how to kiss."
Wooyoung raises his eyebrows. Now he seems more sober than ever.
"God, Yeosang, I don't know, it's your first kiss and…"
"Please! I’ll clean the house for a whole month if I have to,” Yeosang pleaded, resting his hands on his knees.
Wooyoung’s face lit up with a playful smile.
“Okay, now I’m interested. But later, I don’t feel like it today.”
Yeosang makes a disgusting face.
“I didn’t mean right now, Wooyoung. You smell like vomit.”
Wooyoung opened his mouth, offended, but he soon shut it when he realized Yeosang was right.
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The class he shares with San is only on Mondays and Wednesdays.
San hadn't contacted him, and Yeosang was too embarrassed to ask Wooyoung for his number, so he spent the next few days waiting, anxious and nervous, but too insecure to ask for San's number. The worst part was that on Monday, when he expected to see him in class, San didn't show up.
He had to wait more, and it wasn't until Wednesday that he saw him, almost five minutes after class had started.
Yeosang expected him to take his usual seat, but instead, San walked over him and sat next to Yeosang, smiling warmly.
"Good morning."
Yeosang pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. He then glanced around, but no one was paying attention to them.
"I thought you'd dropped the class."
San chuckled and dropped his backpack on the floor.
"I only missed one class," he said, leaning back in his seat. “Did you miss me?”
Yeosang bites his tongue. The teacher's voice sounds a little distant.
"I was thinking…" San starts, opening his laptop as if to avoid looking at Yeosang. "Um… Do you want to go to the movies with me? There's this little theater near campus. Once a month, they play Studio Ghibli movies, and since you like anime... I, uh... thought you might like to go."
The fact that San is suggesting a movie date makes him think that Wooyoung told San what he likes.
Yeosang's heart starts beating so fast. He doesn't have time to process the information before San speaks again.
"Maybe it's a terrible idea for a first date, isn't it?"
He's going to faint.
"No, San. I'd like to go. I want to go."
"Really? I was scared to death."
Yeosang chuckles softly.
"What movie are we watching?"
San finally looks at him, and all traces of shyness vanish from his face. Yeosang hands him his notes from Monday.
"Next week, Howl's Moving Castle is on."
Yeosang can feel his own eyes light up.
"Cool, I didn't see that one."
San's smile brightens even more, and Yeosang would like to say he paid attention in class and took notes, but the truth is they spent the rest of the class talking about anything but the subject. They even talked about Wooyoung and the other guys. San found it hilarious what Yeosang thought about the other guys, because he didn't know them at all.
"You have to hang out with us more, I promise it's fun."
Yeosang told him he wasn't promising anything, but he gave him his number when San asked for it.
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San didn't text him until Friday.
Yeosang didn't know why he was never the one to speak first, but he was so embarrassed that he agonized over the matter until San made a move.
He has to remind himself that next time, he'll make the first move. He'll kiss San first. For that, he has to learn how to kiss first. That's what Wooyoung is for. That's what friends are for.
"So, Yunho just gave you a blowjob like that?" Seonghwa asks, pouring vodka into a shot glass.
Of San's group of friends, the only person with whom Yeosang has a bond almost as strong as the one he has with Wooyoung is Seonghwa.
He's only known her for a few months, but he already considers her a friend. Seonghwa also thinks of Yeosang as a friend. Most of the time when she needs advice, she calls Yeosang. He likes that. It makes him feel included.
The coffee table in Yeosang and Wooyoung's apartment was littered with bottles of alcohol and a few grams of weed. The three of them sat on the rug around the table, as if the couches weren't right behind them. Yeosang tried to catch up on the conversation Seonghwa and Wooyoung were having, but he was too busy answering San's texts.
"He just sucked me off like that!" Wooyoung exclaimed, a little drunk. Yeosang had also drunk quite a bit; he couldn’t judge them. Besides, they had also smoked a while ago, so all three of them had suddenly fallen silent before, engrossed in their phones or just staring at a fixed point. "Without even apologizing! Like nothing had happened..."
"You fought over something pretty stupid," Seonghwa remarked, taking her vodka shot in one go. "Besides... aren’t Yunho and Mingi...?"
"No, shut your mouth. They are not dating, Yunho can suck my dick whenever he wants...”
san
are you coming to the party?
we don't know yet
we're waiting for hongjoong to reply
san
ok
can’t wait to see you
Yeosang feels the smile spread across his face and wants to stop, but he can't. This is going perfectly, who would have thought?
Honestly, he doesn't really want to go to the party, but Wooyoung and Seonghwa are so excited that he doesn’t want to say anything.
Seonghwa gasps and stares at her screen with wide eyes.
"What?" Wooyoung asks, before taking a sip of his whiskey with Coke.
"Hongjoong told me he's waiting for me outside. He doesn't want to go to the party."
The three of them are frozen for a few seconds. Yeosang wasn't that in the loop about Hongjoong and Seonghwa's gossip, but what he did know was that they liked each other and were two complete idiots who weren't making any progress.
Wooyoung had told him that a few months ago, they'd shared their first kiss during a game of truth or dare that Yunho had planned, and during a dare that Jongho had proposed.
"What are you waiting for?" Wooyoung exclaimed, as if he were genuinely annoyed by Seonghwa's hesitation. "Just go!"
"Are you sure? Don't you wanna go to the party?"
Yeosang hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say. Hongjoong and Seonghwa needed this push. He wanted to see San, but he was tired and didn't feel like going.
That morning, he went for an early run before heading to the gym, and then spent the entire afternoon studying for an exam. He's too tired to do anything.
But... this is the perfect opportunity for Wooyoung to teach him how to kiss.
"I didn't even want to go to this party, I swear," Wooyoung says, grabbing his phone in the middle of a yawn. Yeosang doesn't know if he's acting or telling the truth.
Seonghwa stands up.
"Fuck, shit. Okay… Wish me luck."
When the door closes behind Seonghwa, Yeosang leans back against the couch, staring intently at Wooyoung. It takes Wooyoung a moment to realize he's being watched.
Wooyoung could be a great kisser. He has quite full, beautiful lips. They look soft. His hands are big; they could hold Yeosang by the waist in a really nice way and…
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Teach me how to kiss,” Yeosang says, smiling innocently.
Wooyoung huffs and puts his phone aside. Like Yeosang, his back is against the couch. But he’s not sitting the same way; one leg is stretched out, and the other is slightly bent.
“I got myself into this, didn’t I?”
“Totally. You’re not getting rid of me.”
Wooyoung laughs and moves closer to Yeosang.
“Okay. Do you know how to give pecks, at least?” he asks, and Yeosang nods. “Perfect, let’s start there.”
Yeosang nods again, but he’s tense. He forces his body to relax and lets Wooyoung place his hand on his neck.
The touch feels a little heavy.
Wooyoung leans in and gives him a quick peck. It's too brief to feel it. Yeosang blinks a couple of times.
A giggle escapes Wooyoung. Yeosang feels his face burn and his shoulders shrink.
"You have to close your eyes, baby," he says teasingly. Yeosang raises his eyebrows at the nickname. He's just trying to be gentle. "You try it, go on."
He closes his eyes and leans toward Wooyoung. Their lips touch softly for a few seconds. He was able to feel a little more this time, and there's a tingling in his lips once they pull away. It's very likely because he's high.
"Great. That was good." Yeosang smiles, excited. This seems easy. Wooyoung stretches out his legs and pats his thigh. "Wanna get on top? Maybe it's better if you're facing me."
Heat rises to his face, but Yeosang obeys and straddles him. A strange burning sensation spreads to his stomach as he faces Wooyoung and sits on his lap. In this position, he feels his friend's body temperature. Looking in his eyes like this feels important.
Wooyoung licks his lips. Yeosang mirrors the action reflexively.
"Are you embarrassed? You suggested this."
"It's different to do it than to say it!" Yeosang excuses himself, tense.
"Relax," Wooyoung says, placing both hands on his shoulders. Yeosang sighs, and Wooyoung gives him a peck, then another. He feels his body relax, but his stomach still feels tight. He doesn't want to compare the sensation to butterflies; it's more like pleasurable cramps. "Let me kiss your neck. Relax."
Yeosang swallows and opens his eyes to see Wooyoung's expression. His eyes are red, but he's serene. That allows him to relax when Wooyoung's hand on his jaw pushes his head to the side, almost effortlessly. Yeosang gives in a little because it's easy; his head feels light.
Although he wants to confess that exposing his neck like that makes him feel a little vulnerable. He's docile, he's compliant.
First, he feels Wooyoung's breath on his skin. Warm. Then, a shiver runs down his spine as he feels his friend's lips touch him with a kiss. He bites his lower lip to keep from making a sound when Wooyoung's hand closes on the back of his neck, and a second kiss attacks his skin. His eyes are closed now, and the air escapes noisily through his nostrils. At that, Wooyoung stops. Yeosang doesn't open his eyes, but he hears Wooyoung smile. Yeosang places his hands on his shoulders, as if to encourage him, and Wooyoung continues.
He hates that the weed has affected him so intensely because every kiss Wooyoung places slowly on his neck makes him shudder and sigh, his shoulders hunching, causing Wooyoung to bury his face in his skin. He feels his lips, his nose, his breath, a pleasant warmth that seems to be doing everything possible to make him horny.
A kiss very close to his ear makes him let out a small whine. Wooyoung chuckles, but doesn't stop. The kisses become wetter, and Yeosang's fingers dig into Wooyoung’s shoulders.
"Okay," he says, his voice trembling, trying to pull away from the lips that are causing intense tingling. "Let me try."
Leaning back, Wooyoung nods. His hands settle on his waist. Yeosang tries to clear his mind, even though that touch there is something very new to him.
“I’m a little sensitive, so go slowly.”
Wooyoung isn’t lying; he is sensitive. The first kiss he gives him, very close to his jaw, makes him exhale through his nose, just as he did earlier. Yeosang smiles because it feels good to make him react.
Wooyoung’s hands grip Yeosang’s waist tightly, wrinkling his clothes, and his heavy breaths hit Yeosang’s neck, causing a satisfying itch. The way his restless fingers press against the skin of his waist sends waves of pleasure through him, leaving his legs trembling.
His impulsiveness leads him to do something crazy. Instead of continuing to kiss Wooyoung’s neck, Yeosang sticks out his tongue and licks it. Wooyoung’s reaction is immediate; he lets out a guttural groan that reverberates in Yeosang’s skull.
As if a punishment, Wooyoung slowly sinks his teeth into Yeosang's neck, and he can't help but moan as well. Wooyoung shudders slightly beneath him, and Yeosang sits in a position where he can feel Wooyoung growing.
They separate to look at each other.
Yeosang feels a little embarrassed before their eyes meet, but when they do, Wooyoung's gaze lacks the serenity and joy that had been there before. Now it's much darker. The pupils are wide, the eyelids are slightly droopy, and there's a depth that Yeosang wants to explore.
"Wanna keep going?" Wooyoung asks in a husky voice.
Yeosang's eyes fall on Wooyoung's mouth. Wooyoung's lips look thick, parted slightly to gasp, and glossy with the mixture of their saliva.
Does he want to keep going...?
"Yeah. Yes,” he whispers, almost on Wooyoung's lips.
Yeosang's first kiss is fluid. Their lips glide together as if following an almost perfect choreography. This time, Yeosang doesn't forget to close his eyes, and one of Wooyoung's hands moves up to his jaw, as if to guide him. Yeosang lets himself go. The sensation is pleasant, and Wooyoung's lips are tender, wet, and sweet with the hint of the whiskey he was drinking.
The soggy sound their lips make as they kiss makes Yeosang's head spin, as if it were suspended in the air and the only thing holding it up is Wooyoung's hand on his jaw.
"Do you like it like this?" Wooyoung whispers, pulling away from the kiss, breathless, licking his lips as if he wants to keep Yeosang's saliva inside. Yeosang mimics the action, then nods. “Close your eyes and pay attention.”
Yeosang does as he’s told. When they kiss again, Wooyoung closes his teeth on Yeosang’s lower lip and bites down before sliding his tongue along it. Yeosang’s mind struggles to process what just happened for a few seconds, but when Wooyoung asks him to do the same, Yeosang leans forward, kisses Wooyoung’s lips, bites his lower lip, and licks the area before hearing him let out a low growl.
“F-Fuck, you learn fast.”
The situation escalates too quickly. Wooyoung's hands return to his waist, and they kiss again with a strange urgency. A new sensation begins to creep up Yeosang's spine, as if something is falling perfectly into place, as if many past events are finally making sense.
"Am I good?" Yeosang murmurs, pulling away to look at his friend's lost expression. It's nothing more than that, his friend... Right?
He bites his lower lip as Wooyoung swallows. He can't tear his gaze away from his lips.
"So good."
Yeosang smiles before their lips meet again, almost desperately. It feels so good that he starts to think he could do this all night. Even though it's dangerous, he's getting wet too quickly. He feels his crotch throb, but as much as he thinks he should pull away, his body tells him he has to move.
Wooyoung thrusts his tongue into Yeosang's mouth, eliciting a muffled moan from him. The interplay of their tongues makes the kiss a thousand times better, a thousand times wetter and dirtier. His head feels even emptier, no room for anything but thoughts like: I could kiss him all night, I could listen to his sighs all night. I could...
There's a plop! sound when they separate.
"Stick your tongue out," Wooyoung orders, using one of his hands that isn't on his waist to reposition it on the back of his neck.
Like a trained dog, Yeosang obeys.
Wooyoung sucks on his tongue, and Yeosang's body collapses against Wooyoung's, a sharp pain at the end of his tongue. That's when his crotch rests on top of Wooyoung's, fitting together perfectly. Wooyoung's erection is impossible to ignore now.
Wooyoung sucks on his tongue like there's no tomorrow, making Yeosang writhe in his lap, and the pleasure of Wooyoung's dick rubbing against Yeosang’s clitoris is so sudden that a moan is inevitable.
As if taking pity on him, Wooyoung stops sucking on his tongue to kiss his lips. Kissing, sucking, and licking like a thirsty man.
Yeosang moves his hips once, slowly, tasting the sensational friction. Pleasure courses through every corner of his body, while bliss overwhelms him and compels him to move his hips again and again.
This is all the alcohol's fault…
With one hand on his waist and the other on the back of his neck, Wooyoung has all the control and the strength.
Yeosang's hands know nothing but Wooyoung’s shoulders and the back of his head, at least until he decides to lower one to Wooyoung's crotch and press his palm against his erection.
"You're so hard..." he manages to blurt out between kisses. His head is so empty that, like a paradox, there's no room for anything. Not even for shame or embarrassment.
Wooyoung gasps against Yeosang's jaw. He uses one of his hands to bring it closer to Yeosang's crotch, and when he does, Yeosang sees the exact moment Wooyoung's eyes widen and become even darker. Yeosang didn't know that was possible.
Desire and lust are reflected in Wooyoung's asymmetrical eyes. His cheeks turn redder, and the hand that had gone to Yeosang's crotch returns to its previous place on his waist.
"Where's your dick?"
Yeosang catches his tongue between his teeth to keep it from escaping.
"I don't have a dick," Yeosang replies in a whisper, almost laughing.
He should have been a little embarrassed by the confession, but the alcohol and weed in his system had washed away every single one of his inhibitions.
"Fuck," Wooyoung gasped, urging Yeosang to move his hips. Yeosang's hand, which had been on his crotch, slid almost inadvertently under Wooyoung's shirt, met by the firmness of his abdomen. As their groins brushed together again, he bit his lip to keep from making a betraying sound. "That's why you're so hot down there, fuck."
Wooyoung's hands control the movements of his hips. His eyes are fixed on the area where their bodies meet, and for the first time that night, Yeosang feels a little embarrassed.
Embarrassment and pleasure strangely mingle inside him, but the pleasure is stronger. The pleasure triumphs as he moans, aroused by frotting against Wooyoung’s dick. The pleasure is better, so overwhelming that his eyes fill with tears.
"I'm so jealous of San right now," Wooyoung whispers, leaning against Yeosang's neck.
He doesn't know how to respond, so he lets Wooyoung continue whatever he's doing. In his mind, this is helping him prepare for his date with San, but he's not sure it will end up like this.
A little voice in the back of his head keeps asking, "What does this have to do with the date with San? What does this have to do with the date with San? Whatdoesthishavetodowith—"
“Ah.”
God, he can't even think straight when Wooyoung, so enthusiastic, combines everything he's taught him so far: he pecks at the corners of his mouth. He kisses his neck and bites it slowly, almost with exaggerated care, evoking all sorts of sounds Yeosang didn't even know he was capable of.
Yeosang discovers that Wooyoung also enjoys the friction when he pushes him down with both hands to feel Yeosang better, to moan louder.
When Yeosang quickens his movements, Wooyoung makes a delicious sound with his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
That sound echoes in his head several times. Tssss.
As Wooyoung continues to go over the things he's taught him—sucking his lips, biting, sucking his tongue, pushing it in—Yeosang feels completely lost. He can't see, but he knows there's a river between his legs, and the overwhelming feeling is so profound he's not sure how loud the moans escaping him are.
Wooyoung's hands slide down to his buttocks, pulling him closer, silently begging for more.
Yeosang's hand, which had been on his abdomen, is back on his shoulder, and in the midst of his burgeoning orgasm, Yeosang leans down to kiss his neck and suck on it a little too hard.
It's just that… the friction of his clit against Wooyoung's hardness produces such electrifying pleasure that he needs to channel it with his mouth on Wooyoung's neck, who moans as soon as Yeosang's lips suck on the sensitive skin.
The orgasm washes over him so intensely that his legs tremble slightly, tightening around Wooyoung's hips. His mouth opens in a soft moan, and he doesn't mind resting his face against his own saliva on Wooyoung's neck.
For a few seconds, everything stops. Everything except their hearts, beating chest to chest with a worrying intensity.
Wooyoung's hands remain stiff on Yeosang's waist, while the tingling of the orgasm continues to spread through his limbs.
"Did you just... cum?"
Yeosang's body begins to tremble because Wooyoung's voice sounded a little... strange. The situation makes him so sensitive that he feels tears welling up in his eyes as he pulls away to look at him.
"I'm sorry... Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry, I..."
Yeosang tries to stand, but Wooyoung clings to his waist. His eyes are downcast, serene again. Even though Yeosang can still feel the erection in his pants.
"No, baby, it's okay," the nickname echoes in his ears, and Wooyoung's voice is so gentle it feels like a caress to his soul. “It’s fine. Did you like it? Are you good?”
He nods, and Wooyoung's hands pull him into a hug. The warmth envelops him immediately, and when Wooyoung begins to gently stroke his hair, Yeosang sighs.
"Thank you," Yeosang whispers against Wooyoung's neck.
Wooyoung places chaste kisses on his head, his hands continuing to caress his hair.
Yeosang's body relaxes… so much so that the day's exhaustion takes its toll. In just a few minutes, he falls asleep on Wooyoung's chest.
The hickey he left on Wooyoung’s neck? Well… that'll be a problem for the future.