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San couldn’t wait to clock off his shift and take the cutie with the bubble butt home. It was nearing three o’clock and the bar was absolutely packed. Despite the loud customers clamoring for his attention across the counter, San checked up on the bachelor party periodically.
They had a table for themselves next to the dance floor. The champagne bottle had been turned upside down in the cooler on their table to signal that it was empty, and if San had had a second’s rest, he would have used it as an excuse to visit them.
Surprisingly, he couldn’t tell who the bride or groom was. They were all in party clothes; tight dresses and bedazzled jackets, but he hadn’t been able to spot a sash or a tiara or anything else tacky to signal out anyone.
But after the shorty with the hanging earrings had caught his eye, San hadn’t really cared.
After he had come by to order a tray of shots for the party an hour ago or so, the cutie had stayed with his friends. San sometimes caught sight of him on the dance floor, and their eyes had met once. San wasn’t shy about showing his interest, knowing that he looked good in the dark of the club with his lined eyes and sharp jaw, and the cutie had smiled when San had winked at him.
San pushed two long island ice teas across the counter and grabbed the bill from the customer. He dropped the change into their tip jar with a smile, then glanced toward the bachelor party before anyone else could demand his attention.
The cutie was on the dance floor being twirled around by a tall guy with a toothy smile. San imagined he could hear the laugh that was plastered all over the cutie's face. He still had ten minutes left of his shift, and Yunho would probably be late as usual, and San’s hands were itching to wrap around something else than a cocktail glass.
Uncountable drinks made later, Yunho finally showed up. He apologized quickly before getting to work, and San slipped into the backroom. He got changed, a bit regretful that all he had to put on was a simple black t-shirt, and strode into the club, eyes scanning the dance floor until he found him.
San dodged elbows and dancing bodies as he pushed his way to the cutie. He placed his hands on his waist, and the cutie leaned back against San's chest, wiggled his butt against San's crotch.
"Mind if I join you?" Even without lowering his voice, San had to speak right against the cutie's ear to be heard. His lips graced the shell of his ear, and the cutie pulled away and turned around.
The glitter around his eyes had run down his cheekbones, and his hair was plastered to his forehead. There was sweat glistening on his throat, and San nearly licked his lips. He looked delectable but also unfortunately unreceptive to San's advances.
"Sorry", the cutie said and glanced back at his friends.
San raised his hands in surrender and stepped back. "Okay", he mouthed, knowing that the cutie couldn't hear him over the bass anyway. San could feel eyes on him when he walked toward the door, resigned to go home alone. He had been looking forward to undressing the cutie and getting his mouth on him for hours, but San could always take care of himself.
He was barely around the corner down the street when he felt someone grab him by the elbow. He turned around, ready to tell the drunk to fuck off, but his expression softened when he recognized the cutie.
“Back there, I couldn’t when my friends were watching”, the cutie said. His eyes were wide and reflected the street lights. San smiled to encourage him, hope stirring in his chest. “They would judge.”
“I don’t.”
The cutie bit his lip. “Then take me home.”
“What did you tell your friends?”
“That I was going home.”
“Not technically a lie then.”
San smiled when the cutie stepped closer and hesitantly slipped his hand under San’s jacket, placed it on his hip. The glitter around his eyes and on his cheekbones sparkled under the street lights. He licked his lips, then pressed them against San’s.
San wrapped his hand around the cutie’s neck and kissed him deeper until he relaxed. The grip on San’s waist tightened, and San pulled back.
“What’s your name?”
“Wooyoung.”
“Come home with me, Wooyoung-ah.”
They barely made it into a taxi, unwilling to let go of each other. Wooyoung had let go of his hesitancy once he’d agreed to go with San. His kisses were hungry, his touches bordering on public indecency. When San gave the address to the driver, Wooyoung’s mouth left wet trails on his neck.
San tipped his head back and groped Wooyoung’s ass, happy to finally get his hands on it. He could feel Wooyoung nip at his skin and bit his lips so that he wouldn’t be rude and tell the driver to hurry.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” he muttered instead. He could feel Wooyoung’s lips pull into a smile before latching onto San’s neck and leaving a mark there.
San paid the driver and pulled Wooyoung by the waist into his side. There was a keypad by the door of the highrise, but when Wooyoung didn’t give San the space to punch in the code, San pushed him against the glass door, hands on his chest.
“Unless you want me to take you here where anyone can see, you need to stop distracting me for a second.”
Wooyoung grinned, lips red and shiny. “You are no fun.”
San bit back a growl. His right hand inched towards Wooyoung’s neck, and Wooyoung’s breathing quickened.
“I’ll show you fun. Once we are inside.”
San punched in the code correctly on the second try. He hurried Wooyoung into the lobby and then the elevator and kissed him breathless the whole way to his floor. They stumbled out of the elevator and managed to make it to San’s door without tripping over each other. San closed the door behind himself and when he turned around, Wooyoung had already shrugged off his jacket and dropped it on the floor.
“Now can we have fun?” Wooyoung asked, and San shoved him against the wall. Wooyoung moaned against his lips when San forced his hands inside Wooyoung’s tight jeans to grab his ass and rub their crotches together.
Their lips parted when Wooyoung pulled off his shirt, and San took a second to admire his tan skin, his clean chest that rose with heavy breaths, and the jeweled choker around his neck.
Impatiently, San pushed Wooyoung’s jeans down. Wooyoung almost tripped kicking his shoes off and stepping out of them, but San held him up with a bruising grip on his waist.
Wooyoung was hard and dripping, and San smirked at him before falling onto his knees. He licked the length of Wooyoung’s cock and pressed his palm against his own. His jeans felt too tight, but San ignored it for now. He hadn’t even gotten out of his jacket yet.
“I don’t think I can last for long”, Wooyoung said, voice breathy.
San licked him again. “That’s alright, cutie. We’ve got the whole night.”
San swallowed him down and didn’t let up, high on the salty taste on his tongue and the moans in his ears. He held Wooyoung still by his hips, head cloudy with how turned on he was. Eager, handsy, impatient Wooyoung had become completely compliant under his ministrations.
It only took a few minutes for Wooyoung to come. San swallowed and got back on his feet to kiss the last moans off Wooyoung’s lips.
“How was that for fun?” San teased and tugged at his bottom lip. Wooyoung giggled and looked at San through his dark lashes.
“It was moderately entertaining.”
“‘Moderately entertaining’ has your knees shaking?” San replied and picked him up. Wooyoung locked his ankles behind San’s back, wrapped his arms around San’s neck and nipped at his ear. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re having the time of your life.”
“Are you going to give that to me?”
San didn’t bother turning on any lights as he carried Wooyoung to his bedroom. The moon was shining in through the window, illuminating the large bed and the clean desk.
San dropped Wooyoung onto the covers and watched him shuffle higher up until his head hit the pillows. He turned around, looked at San over his shoulder and wiggled his butt.
“Well?”
There were a few condoms and a bottle of lube in the bedside drawer, and San threw them on the bed before crawling over to Wooyoung. He slapped his butt lightly, massaged it before pressing his thumb against Wooyoung’s hole, not breaching it yet. Wooyoung’s mouth fell open and his eyes fluttered closed.
“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll never forget it.”
“Get to it then.”
San chuckled and uncapped the lube. He should have guessed what a brat Wooyoung would be by the teasing once-over he had received at the club before Wooyoung had slinked away to his friends.
San preferred them bratty anyway.
He pushed in the first finger without further preamble and hummed in satisfaction when Wooyoung’s head dropped. His knees slid wider apart to accommodate San better, and San pushed in further.
“No more smart remarks?” San trailed kisses along Wooyoung’s spine until he reached his neck. The clasp of the choker was cold against his lips, and he dug his teeth into Wooyoung’s neck above it.
Wooyoung jerked away.
“No marks.”
“Okay.” San kissed the spot he’d teased. The red would fade by the time they were done. It was a shame, San thought. Bruises would have looked gorgeous on Wooyoung.
Wooyoung pushed his ass higher, clenched around San’s finger. “But more. Please, hyung.”
San’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but he quickly gathered himself and hummed teasingly. He added another finger.
“Marks or no, everyone will know how good I gave it to you tonight.”
Wooyoung moaned. “How so?”
“Because you’ll be limping next week”, San murmured and scissored his fingers until Wooyoung was hard again.
After three fingers Wooyoung’s smart mouth was only capable of producing moans and whimpers. San could have fingered him forever, and when Wooyoung’s thighs started shaking he decided to keep going. He managed to fit in a fourth finger.
“Are you going to come again?” he teased. “When I haven’t even gotten undressed yet? How rude.”
He crooked his fingers and Wooyoung’s protests got cut off by a moan. San pressed harder. Wooyoung twisted his neck and San leaned in to kiss him when he came. San kept going until Wooyoung rolled over, pulling San’s fingers out.
He was breathing heavily. San stroked his lubed fingers over Wooyoung’s stomach and watched him shiver. His dick was pulsing against the zipper of his jeans and San was sure if he didn’t get to it soon, he would come in his boxers.
“Can I fuck you?”
San really hoped he hadn’t pushed Wooyoung too far. That Wooyoung wasn’t feeling oversensitive, or that he was satisfied enough to leave and force San to take care of himself.
But Wooyoung smiled and let his thighs fall open.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
San scrambled for the condom while Wooyoung tugged his jacket off his shoulders. They laughed as they struggled with the belt, but eventually, San was naked and Wooyoung was ready, legs spread and eyes shining as they raked over San’s body.
“You’re so fucking sexy, hyung.”
San huffed, pleased, and lined up his dick with Wooyoung’s hole. He pushed in slowly and kept his eyes on Wooyoung’s face. San didn’t notice they had both held their breath until he bottomed out, and they breathed out. Wooyoung pulled him closer and kissed him hungrily.
“Feels so good”, he mumbled against San’s lips.
San had been waiting for too long to be able to hold back. Wooyoung was tight and warm around him, and his moans were mouthwatering. To keep away from the temptation of covering Wooyoung’s neck with love bites, San pressed his forehead against the pillow under Wooyoung’s head and began moving his hips.
He fucked Wooyoung deep and hard, picking up his speed when he felt his stomach tighten. He didn’t want to come so fast, but it felt impossible to stop it. He hiked up one of Wooyoung’s legs, arm underneath his knee, and groaned when there was no resistance.
Of course Wooyoung would be flexible as well.
“You are fucking perfect”, San groaned and increased the speed of his thrusts. Wooyoung moaned in reply, for once speechless, only spurring San on all the more. San kissed him, bit his bottom lip, just to keep from biting his neck.
When he came, his hips stuttered, and San stayed buried until the last drop was in the condom. His lips were still grazing Wooyoung’s, and they were breathing the same air.
With a groan, San laid down next to him. He pulled Wooyoung closer by the hips so that they could keep kissing while calming down.
Unsurprisingly, Wooyoung spoke first.
“That was pretty fun.”
San chuckled and kissed him again. Wooyoung was pliant against him, beautiful and sweaty, wearing nothing but the diamond choker and the remnants of his own release on his stomach.
“It was.”
“Do you know what else is fun?” The teasing lilt was back in Wooyoung’s voice, and San raised an eyebrow and waited. Wooyoung licked into his mouth one last time before pushing San on his back and shuffling down the bed.
San didn’t protest when Wooyoung pulled off the condom sloppily, making a mess of San’s crotch. Wooyoung tossed the condom onto the floor and nosed San’s thigh, looking up at him with a smirk.
“Go on then”, San said and kept his eyes open and fixed on Wooyoung, who lapped up the come before taking San’s rapidly hardening cock into his mouth. San groaned and reached down to card his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair.
At some point during the night, San had been feeling tired, but right now, with Wooyoung swallowing him down his throat, sleep was the furthest from San’s list of things he wanted to do. He doubted they’d be getting any sleep for a while.
Wooyoung didn’t let San come, instead riding him until his thighs shook and he reached his third orgasm. Then San fucked him so hard his moans were loud enough to wake up the neighbors, and before they fell asleep they went one more round, slow this time, taking the time to taste and touch until the other’s body felt familiar like a long-time lover’s.
Eventually, they did fall asleep, exhausted and wrapped around each other. When San woke up the following morning, the sun was high in the sky and his bed was empty. He got up to use the bathroom. Wooyoung’s shoes were gone, and there was no note left on the kitchen table.
San got back into bed and ignored the disappointment in his chest, hoping that it would be gone by the time he woke up again.