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Wooyoung shifted back and forth on the balls of his feet, as he went through the website on his phone.
Was this worth it?
You see, he was twenty five, almost twenty six, and embarrassingly enough, he was still a virgin. He had seen his friends, Yunho and Yeosang, boast and rave about their sexual encounters, and all he could do was laugh along awkwardly as if he could relate. He couldn't.
It was just getting to be too much, and he decided that enough was enough.
He'd gotten to this website, that enabled people to hire sex workers, and it seemed to be at a decent rate and legit enough, compared to the others, at least. Yeah, that's right. He'd pretty much given up the whole, "have sex with the love of your life" thing, and had resorted to desperate measures. He didn't think he'd ever be the one going through such a website, but here he was.
He had already filled out whatever he needed to, his name, age, gender, sexuality, preferred date, email and phone number. All that was left was to press okay and be done with it, but somehow his hand seemed to be hesitating. He knew that this was definitely what he wanted, to just get it done with, but the source of his reluctance was not apprehension regarding paying someone to have sex with him, but it was more along the lines of his own lack of experience. He tried to convince himself that it was fine, but...
Oh, well, the people doing this are in for the money anyways.
He still hesitated, his hand inching towards the close button.
Jung Wooyoung, you coward.
His hand jerked back towards the okay at the bottom of the screen. A deep breath. Two. Three.
He pressed it.
Now all that was left was to wait for a call.
The expected call came in a day, when he was half asleep and browsing through jackets online, "Hello?" His voice hopefully didn't betray his nervousness, as he tried to act confident, "Jung Wooyoung speaking."
"Ah, yes, Wooyoung-ssi, you filled in the form on our website." Wooyoung's head spun and for a moment, he considered hanging up, deleting his submission, and throwing his phone in the Han river. He paused, taking a loud breath which the man at the other line could probably hear, "Yes."
"You are looking for a male, correct?" He nodded, and mentally reprimanded himself for his mindlessness, "Yes," he fiddled with the threads at the edge of his old hoodie. "Okay, one of our workers will be at the address given by you on…" the voice trailed off, and Wooyoung heard a few tapping sounds, as if the other man was typing something, "Thursday at nine pm, is that alright with you?" Another pause.
It still wasn't too late to deny everything and get rid of all incriminating evidence, "Yes, it is." Well, he had dug up his own grave, might as well lie in it.
All he was given was a name, "Thank you for calling us, Wooyoung-ssi. You can expect Choi San on Thursday." He didn't reply, hanging up the phone with a shaky hand.
Choi San, huh?
It was Thursday, and Wooyoung had skipped work. He had called in sick, just to mentally prepare himself for the night. It was not like he was going to do some romantic shit like candles and stuff,but the least he could do was de-clutter the place, right? And maybe just clean himself up a little, too.
He was probably stressing out way too much over this, but what did he know? He'd never done this before, or actually done anything before. He knew he would have to admit to this ' Choi San' that he was a virgin, lest the night may as well end up a disaster (Wooyoung wasn't really sure what would ensue once his secret was out in the open) and he was really dreading voicing this side of himself. All he could do was hope that the other man wouldn't walk out on him, considering the fact that he hadn't even paid yet.
Wooyoung decided to busy himself by choosing an outfit that would be considered sexy, and at the same time, didn't make him look overly slutty. He even tried dolling himself up a little, brushing pale, glittery eyeshadow over his lids and accenting it with a little eyeliner. He chose a white, stylish shirt that Yeosang had bought for him and a simple pair of jeans.
Hopefully he didn't come across as weird for trying to make this a real thing. Choi San was obviously experienced, and was probably in it just for the money. He would probably be used to old, balding men who just used him for pleasure and discarded him later. He was probably used to the idea of a quick fuck, and wouldn't give a second glace to his apartment or even him. He probably wouldn't even care enough to remember Wooyoung after this.
Well, that's basically what he was going for, right? Just get it over with so he wouldn't have to tell anyone he was a virgin and could happily just get into a relationship and be just a tad, if not quite confident about his abilities in the bedroom.
Wooyoung checked his phone for the time, and noticed that he had about twenty minutes before San was supposed to arrive. He fidgeted nervously, bustling about in his kitchen. This was one of the few times that he was thankful that he lived alone, as he didn't have to worry about parents or roommates barging in while he was having sex with a stranger.
That was when it really hit him.
Oh my god, he was going to have sex with a stranger.
Like, he was going to have someone else's dick in him, or put his dick in someone (although he was pretty sure it would be the first one). And he didn't have a clue who this someone was. He could only hope that San was at least good-looking, to have a memorable experience, but considering his job, he was probably super handsome and way out of Wooyoung's league.
Oh my god, what if he was-
Shut up, brain.
He grabbed his phone, trying to distract himself with memes, and thankfully, it worked, as he managed to spend ten minutes without thinking too much about what was going to happen. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and Wooyoung jumped three feet into the air, his phone falling from his hand onto the floor.
What the hell, I'm not ready yet.
He picked up his phone and got up, keeping it gently on the dining table before walking towards the door, opening it with a shaky hand to see...his neighbour, Namjoo, standing with one hand on her hip, cocked to the side like he remembered his mother doing at him when she was about to scold him, "Wooyoung, would you please , give me your wifi password?" Her eyes were pleading as she looked up at him, "My wifi is being a bitch and I have this really important phone call for work, it's-"
"Ye-Yeah, sure," he cut her off, rattling off his password as she wrote it down in her notes app. She looked at him again with a grateful smile, "Thanks, I'll pay you back. I might need it for a few days."
"Oh, oka-okay," he stuttered, gaze following her back as she left to go back to her building next to his. He shook his head, flustered that he had almost lost his composure at the thought of seeing the mysterious stranger whom he was pretty much paying to take his virginity.
Wooyoung was about to shut the door and go back inside when he noticed a figure on his street, silhouette illuminated by the moonlight as he looked around here and there, almost seeming lost, "Hey, can I help you?" Wooyoung called, and the man turned to face him.
Wooyoung's jaw dropped when he saw the man's strong features, high cheekbones and legs that went on for miles, sharp cat-like eyes shining even in the dark of the night. The man offered him a small smile and tilted his head almost cutely, and Wooyoung felt like all the breath had been sucked out of him, "I don't know if you can help me, do you know a Jung Woo-" he glanced down at his phone, "Wooyoung?"
Wooyoung might have collapsed if he hadn't been gripping the doorway tightly, "Oh!" His exclamation didn't go unnoticed by the other, whom he was now assuming was the mysterious Choi San, "Um...yeah?" He stuttered stupidly, "Wooyoung is- um...me, yeah. I'm Wooyoung."
The other man walked a few steps toward him and Wooyoung gripped the doorway tighter, knuckles white from the needless effort, "Oh, Wooyoung-ssi? I'm San." Wooyoung could see his face clearly now, his pretty pink lips which were clearly shiny from lip gloss, his black hair with red highlights, the many piercings in his ears, and his features that seemed almost...surprised? He decided he would ask, "Why- um...why do you seem surprised?"
San was now standing in front of him, and Wooyoung noticed that he was just a little taller than himself, tall enough for him to have to tilt his chin just the slightest bit to look directly at him, "Wooyoung-ssi, can we take this inside?" He had seemed to have avoided his earlier question, but it didn't bother him too much, as he complied wordlessly.
Wooyoung gestured for him to follow and shut the door behind them softly. San turned, barely sparing a glance at his apartment, as he'd expected, and got straight to the point, already having removed his shoes at the doorstep "So how would you like to do this?" Wooyoung was confused for a second, "Uh...what?"
"Like, do you wanna top or bottom, what do you want me to do for you?" Wooyoung was almost shocked at his bluntness, but he assumed that was probably how comfortable he was with the topic, which in itself was an indicator that he was experienced, "I- I'm…" he trailed off, not knowing how to explain his…situation.
"Yes?" San seemed to be calculating his behaviour, deciding how he would go about with this. Well, there wasn't much Wooyoung could say about this though, "Can I- can I tell you something?" San was probably assuming that Wooyoung had some kinky shit going on and he wanted to explore it with him, but that couldn't be farther from the truth, "I've never...done this before."
"Like, hired someone to have sex with you? Don't worry, just think of it as one of your usual one night stands or something and you'll be fine." San had totally gotten the wrong idea, and Wooyoung really had to tell him, "No, I'm…" he looked down at his feet and then back again at San, "I'm a virgin."
A moment of silence passed between them, and Wooyoung bit his lip nervously, looking expectantly at San for some sort of a reaction.
San seemed taken aback, his eyes widening as he took a step back, literally, "You- you're a virgin?!" Wooyoung nodded, looking everywhere but San's eyes, knowing that he'd only see shock there, "I am."
"Then why- why would you…you want me to be your first?" San bit his lip, "Look, Wooyoung-ssi, I know you hired me, my boss sent me here, but I don't think- I don't think I can do that . I can't take your virginity." Wooyoung felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, "San, I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm doing this for me, okay? I've thought it through."
He hadn't. It had been a two-minute decision, but San didn't need to know that.
San seemed reluctant as he turned away from him to look at his phone, "Wooyoung-ssi, I think I'm going to have to cancel this. This isn't a good idea at all."
Wooyoung didn't know what, but something in him begged to stop the other as he went to turn the doorknob and walk out into the night.
"I'll pay you extra."
He noticed San stop in his tracks abruptly, as he let go of the knob and turned back around slowly. He seemed to be actually considering this, as he looked at Wooyoung with an unreadable expression, "How much?"
Wooyoung cheered mentally and opened his mouth to name a price, hopefully one that would lure San into his bed. There was a second of silence that passed between them, but then San was nodding and pocketing his phone, "Okay, I'll do it, but only cause you're paying me."
Wooyoung smiled and held back the urge to thank San. He shouldn't be thanking him, he was paying the man to fuck him, "...alright then."
San went back to his earlier question, "So, do you want to top or bottom, what are your preferences, or, you know, what do you think you'd like?" Wooyoung had done some research of his own about how this works, and he was definitely no stranger to gay porn, so he knew exactly what he wanted when he opened his mouth to say, "Fuck me, I'll bottom."
San raised an eyebrow, an action that was unfairly sexy to Wooyoung, "Really, your first time?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, then."
San didn't waste a second, already pushing him against his wall near the door to pull him into a rough kiss. Wooyoung's eyes widened at the urgency, but then he managed to relax a little and closed his eyes, kissing him back. Wooyoung could feel San's whole frame pressed against his front, and he couldn't believe that he was really doing this, that he was really going to have sex for the first time, with a man who looked like he had been hand-crafted by god himself.
Wooyoung let a gasp escape when San bit down on his bottom lip and opened his mouth to grant the other man access, "Wooyoung, you asked why I'd seemed surprised, before?"
He had already forgotten that ever happening, but he nodded anyway, and San pulled back for a quick reply, "It's because I think you're the sexiest client I've ever had," and went right back to kissing him. Wooyoung's mind had just about turned into mush, and he had no idea what to say to such a bold remark. His cheeks felt warm, and surely, he was blushing, as San licked into his mouth shamelessly.
His blush darkened, flush spreading to his neck when San pulled away to trace kisses down to his throat, to his collarbone, his tongue leaving a wet trail in the wake. Suddenly, Wooyoung wanted nothing more than for San to mark him, to leave bruises on his skin that he could remember him by, and he didn't know what had come over him when his hand tangled in San's hair and pulled him towards himself, allowing him to nip and suck at the smooth skin. Wooyoung threw his head back, hand tightening in San's strands as he bit down on Wooyoung's neck and sucked at the spot to leave a red mark, that would definitely be purple by tomorrow.
He didn't know what exactly San had done, but it had felt great, and Wooyoung let an embarrassing moan slip from his mouth, covering it immediately with one hand. San looked up and, without saying anything, pulled his hand away and pinned it to the wall, continuing his trail of kisses across Wooyoung's neck. The smaller managed a timid, "Be- bedroom?" And San pulled away, allowing himself to be led inside Wooyoung's house to his bedroom.
Once inside, Wooyoung locked the door (he didn't know why, it just felt...more comfortable that way) and didn't even have time to turn off the light, San already pushing him to sit on the bed and bending to suck a mark at the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Wooyoung moaned, and turned red at his own inability to control his sounds as San's actions became more assertive and less innocent. Not that they were ever innocent in the first place, considering their intentions.
His mind was running too fast, and his body faster, when San's hands mapped a path across his clothed torso, still standing up in front of the bed while Wooyoung sat on the mattress with his hands awkwardly clutching the sheets at his sides. San dropped to his knees, and Wooyoung's brain nearly blew up at the realization of what was going to happen.
Oh my god, this was too fast. Everything was too fast. The kisses, the hickeys, San's hands on him, his sinful tongue tracing his skin, and now he was on his knees? It hadn't even been ten minutes since he'd met the guy and said 'guy' was currently on his knees in front of him, about to do things to him, and Wooyoung had to admit, it was hot, in a way, but he was also a little jittery and unable to relax.
San seemed to have noticed his edginess and smoothed a hand across his thigh in an action that was obviously supposed to be soothing, but only served to wind up Wooyoung more. San looked up from where he was on his knees, and Wooyoung nearly melted into a puddle when he saw the other man's dilated pupils and soft, tousled hair, looking like a wet dream in human form. San moved his hand to reach behind himself and pulled his phone out of his pocket, "Anywhere I can keep this? I don't want to have it in my pocket when I'm blowing you. It gets irritating when I can feel it."
"You- you what ?" Wooyoung tried to keep a straight face, but failed and probably ended up with a flustered grimace. Blow him? How- how could anyone be this...bold, this forward? And all with a completely calm demeanour. Really, Choi San was something else. An annoying part of Wooyoung's brain reminded him that this was what San did everyday, so he was probably used to such- such lewd and graphic terms, unlike Wooyoung, who barely discussed sex even with his close friends, obviously because he was too scared that he'd seem clueless.
"Um...earth to Wooyoung?"
He suddenly realised he'd been silent for a while and responded, "Uh...sorry, just keep it there on the nightstand, yeah," Wooyoung gestured towards the mahogany wood stand near his bed, that had a pair of drawers attached to it. San nodded, getting off his knees and going to place his phone on the nightstand before coming back to kneel in front of Wooyoung, "Can I?" The taller's hands hesitated at his belt and Wooyoung nodded, albeit somewhat flustered at the sudden request for consent when San had been nothing but assertive so far.
San unbuckled Wooyoung's belt and untucked his shirt, gesturing for him to take it off as San worked on his jeans. Wooyoung had pretty much accepted that his permanent state through this night would involve flushed cheeks and moved to obey San, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his shoulders.
He shuddered when he felt the cold air hit his torso and legs simultaneously, as San made quick work of his jeans, which were discarded somewhere near the foot of the bed, "Wooyoung?" Wooyoung gave him a noncommittal hum in response, too enraptured by the feeling of San's warm hands tracing his bare waist and thighs to actually answer with words. "Scoot up."
Wooyoung looked at San with a confused expression, not really able to process commands when his brain was nothing more than a puddle of mush, and yelped when he felt firm hands guide his body upwards on the bed, pushing him to lie down so that San was straddling him. Wooyoung felt a shiver pass through him when San locked eyes with him, his hair falling into his dark pupils and suddenly, he couldn't take the heat.
It was too hot. Too fast. Too everything , and Wooyoung shut his eyes tightly, turning his head away into his own shoulder to avoid San's eyes. By then, the latter had already moved down his torso, licking across his skin and leaving marks that would definitely be dark and pretty tomorrow.
"Off," San tugged at the only remaining garment on him and Wooyoung complied a little shyly, biting his lip at the feeling of San's firm grip on him while pulling down his underwear and discarding it on the floor. Wow, he was really naked. He had never been naked like this in front of someone before. His length was erect and a little wet, the head flushed a deep pink. San licked his lips and looked at him, "Hm, you're this hard already? I guess I should've expected this, from a virgin."
Wooyoung wanted to protest, wanted to whine at him and say that San just happened to be the hottest man he'd ever laid eyes on, and he'd never been this turned on before, but the other was clearly not waiting for a reply and was already going further. Wooyoung felt his face heat up for the nth time that night when San's hand wrapped around his length firmly, the other tracing patterns across his waist, "You work out often?"
"No," that was true, Wooyoung hadn't been to the gym in weeks. "Then how come your figure looks like this?" San smirked and bit down on his neck and Wooyoung could barely take his sexiness anymore, "Um- I...I'm a dancer." San moved the hand around his length and Wooyoung was whimpering.
"That's hot," Wooyoung felt overwhelmed when San's bold words were accompanied by an increase in the pace of his hand, grip tightening in a way that was too easy and experienced to be overlooked. Wooyoung barely had the time to adjust his pillow under his head and San had clambered down his body, his hot breath grazing across his most sensitive area. San was still pumping him at a slow, lazy pace, which really was only serving to keep him hard and really not doing anything else for him.
Then, all of a sudden, Wooyoung felt something , something hot, and wet, on his dick. He looked down, and he probably shouldn't have, because the sight that met him was certainly something that would haunt every thought of his henceforth. San's mouth was wrapped around the head of his dick and his hand was still on him, gripping the part that his mouth couldn't reach. The other man looked so... sexy, bending down and breathing heavily through his nose as he suckled on the head of his length gently.
It wasn't much, it really wasn't much, but Wooyoung could already feel his stomach tightening as his mind clouded up with lust. His hand involuntarily made its way into San's soft hair, gripping it tightly as his movements became harsher. San swallowed down further, and almost seemed to be testing his own prowess, till he was finally all the way down, his nose buried in Wooyoung's wispy pubic hair.
"Oh my-" Wooyoung cut himself off with a moan when San began bobbing his head, his hands tightly gripping either side of Wooyoung's hips as his actions became rougher and less controlled. The man seemed to have absolutely no gag-reflex, deepthroating Wooyoung without the slightest problem as Wooyoung's sounds increased in volume and pitch.
San pulled off, and traced across the base with his tongue, catching on the vein there, and Wooyoung couldn't help but buck his hips up into the heat as a gasp left his mouth. San chuckled against him, and the vibrations just made everything more intense, and left one last open mouthed kiss at the head of his dick before pulling off and kneeling on the bed in front of him to unbutton his own shirt, "So, Wooyoung, do you want me on top, or…?" He trailed off, leaving room for an answer. Wooyoung had none.
"I don't- I don't know, I've never done-" San cut him off with a kiss on his lips, too gentle for what they were doing, "Okay, so just stay there, yeah?"
Where would he even go? He was hard and leaking against his own stomach, and was honestly just on the brink of begging for San to do something, but didn't want to come off as desperate, although that's probably exactly what he was. Desperate. For this man to fuck him. A man whom he had not even known a day before. And even now, all he knew about him was his name and his profession.
What the hell.
Wooyoung looked up to see San get off the bed to shrug off his black shirt to reveal chocolate abs (that Wooyoung definitely didn't want to lick all over) and shimmy his pants down his legs, and holy mother of god- he wasn't wearing underwear, and...he was big.
San's dick was probably the most impressive he'd ever seen, in all his porn-watching experience. He was hard and erect against his own stomach, tip leaking precome and Wooyoung didn't want to admit that he almost drooled at the sight. Wooyoung bit his lip, breathing hard to try and calm himself down, while San retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom from the pocket of his discarded pair of pants and climbed back on the bed, crawling over him.
Wooyoung didn't know what to do with his hands, and they'd been hanging limply by his sides ever since San had left him on the bed to rid himself of his clothes. He was even too hesitant to touch himself, too distracted by the sight of San's beautiful, beautiful body and his even more sexy confident aura. San was on top of him again, now, and he guided Wooyoung's hands to wrap around his neck as he uncapped the bottle of lube and squirted some on his fingers, moving away the bottle to place it on the nightstand.
He captured Wooyoung's lips in a harsh kiss and his hand moved downwards, past Wooyoung's torso and pelvis and dick and further down to his hole. His fingers ghosted over the opening and Wooyoung pulled away from the kiss with a gasp when San pushed one finger inside him, and spread his legs with his other hand.
It didn't hurt like he thought it would, to be honest. It was more...weird than anything else, and he just kinda had to accept the fact that another man had a finger up his ass. Once he got past that, it was kind of okay . San pushed his finger in till the knuckle, and Wooyoung started feeling the slightest something.
San was kissing his neck and shoulders, and Wooyoung distracted himself with the feeling of the other mouth tracing patterns across his skin, while San's finger worked in and out slowly. He added another, and Wooyoung's head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. This time it was definitely hurting, yeah, definitely. The lube helped, making the slide smoother, but it really did nothing to soothe the pain, and Wooyoung tried focussing on everything but the feeling in his ass.
"Oh wow, you're tight ." San's voice was low and raspy, and it made a shiver pass through Wooyoung's wound up body. Wooyoung still really wasn't getting any pleasure from this, and the only good feeling was San's cock nudging against his own every now and then.
Then, San moved one arm to balance himself on the bed and crooked his fingers inside Wooyoung, brushing against the bundle of nerves inside him. Wooyoung's eyes shot open, pleasure coursing through his body as a loud whimper left him, "What- ah, what did you do?" Wooyoung almost cringed at his breathy voice, nearly unrecognisable, when San smirked down at him and did it again , pulling a whine from his parted lips.
San didn't reply to his question and went further, adding another finger till he had three fingers knuckle deep in Wooyoung, long enough to just graze his prostate. He increased his pace, hitting deeper until his fingers were pressing against Wooyoung's prostate on nearly every thrust.
The latter was almost incoherent, moans and gasps slipping from his lips along with a thin string of drool, but he couldn't even bring himself to care, San's fingers making him feel things he didn't even know he could feel, " San, oh god , San ah-"
And then, everything was gone.
Wooyoung whined in protest when San's fingers left him, his cock aching and begging for release against his stomach, leaking precome everywhere. Wooyoung closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he licked his spit-slicked lips and clutched at the sheets at his sides tightly, cheeks and neck flushed a deep red.
He heard the sound of a packet tearing, a little rustling and then San's weight was on top of him again, and Wooyoung opened his eyes to meet San's. He swallowed, raking his eyes over San's lithe but muscled body, down to his cock where he was sliding on a condom and slicking himself up with lube.
Oh my god, this was happening.
San tugged at himself a few times, and lined himself up with Wooyoung's hole, rubbing against it once, twice, thrice, and then he was pushing in.
Wooyoung's mouth fell open in a silent scream as he threw his head back, his hands finding purchase on San's biceps, gripping tightly as the other man pushed into him slowly, "Oh wow, I-" San shushed him with a finger on his lips, a gesture that was too gentle for the situation, but Wooyoung didn't have the will to think about it as his eyes teared up at the pain, "Wait- please, don't move."
San hummed in affirmation and moved his hand to wrap around Wooyoung's neglected length, not moving or anything, just gripping the base firmly. Wooyoung breathed deeply, swallowing a pained whimper when San bottomed out.
Wooyoung moved his hands to wrap around San's neck, absent-mindedly playing with the strands at his nape as he tried to relax, "I like your hair," it just slipped out, but it was the truth. Wooyoung thought that the red highlights in San's hair made him look really hot, and maybe even a little unapproachable. Not that Wooyoung would ever have the courage to casually approach someone like him and ask them out, nope, no way.
San flashed a dimpled smile that was too cute to belong on a face like his, but it worked for him anyway, "Thanks, my friend did it for me." Wooyoung smiled back a little hesitantly and snaked his hand fully into San's soft hair, "You can move."
San's demeanour changed instantly, his cute smile melting into a dark gaze, pupils dilated and skin sweaty as he tested the waters, pulling out and pushing back in with little resistance. Wooyoung's grip on him tightened, and San took it as a good sign, rocking in and out a little faster. Wooyoung moaned loudly and let his hands do the talking as they skimmed over San's defined torso and back, nails raking tracks over his skin.
Wooyoung shifted a little, and San helped him get more comfortable, grabbing him by the thighs to wrap his legs around his own waist, causing a change in angle. It had obviously worked well, as Wooyoung gasped breathlessly and rutted his hips upwards, " There, please…. San-" San smirked in triumph and increased his pace, thrusting against the gland with purpose, as Wooyoung's nails caused damage to his skin, but he couldn't care less, his mind clouded and hazy with lust.
San was panting, breathy groans leaving his mouth at the feeling of Wooyoung's tight, warm, hole around him. This was not like his usual endeavours, no. Wooyoung was... different. This man had made him lose his inhibitions, and pull real, and not forced moans, from his lips. How long had it been since someone had responded to him so well? How long had it been since someone had given him as much pleasure as he was giving them? How long since he'd started acting out his pleasure rather than feeling it?
Wooyoung, by now, was unable to string words together, pants and moans leaving his mouth endlessly as he pulled San closer. He had never felt anything like this before, the pleasure was mind-numbing and he felt...pressure. Like a tap that was about to break. His stomach felt tight and knotted and he knew that he was probably close to coming. His length ached for attention, trapped between their bodies, and it was like San could hear this thought, as his free hand came to wrap around Wooyoung's erect length and jerk him off in time with his forceful thrusts.
"You know, Wooyoung," San whispered in his ear, mouthing over his earlobe seductively, "You've lasted pretty long for your first time, so why don't you let go?"
Wooyoung clenched around San and the other groaned at the feeling, pushing harder into him, "Come on, come for me, baby." The pet name did it for him, as he bit down on San's neck involuntarily and tightened his grip on him, toppling over the edge, vision becoming white as pleasure shot through him. He threw his head back as he rode his high out into San's hand, coming all over the other's hand and his own torso. Wooyoung gasped as San milked him dry, his stomach painted white by his own cum.
Wooyoung breathed heavily as he came down from his high, and noticed that San had pulled out of him and had one hand wrapped around himself, jerking himself to completion. He'd pulled off and tied the condom, which was currently lying on the floor. Wooyoung didn't know where he got the courage from, probably his mind-blowing orgasm, but he gently nudged San's hand out of the way and wrapped his own hand around San's bare length, pumping up and down like he would do to himself.
San seemed shocked at his actions, but soon gave in, grunting lowly as he bucked his hips into Wooyoung's fist, " Tighter ," he spoke through gritted teeth, and Wooyoung obeyed, tightening his grip as he moved his hand up and down San's erect length. It took only a few more tugs before San was gasping on top of him, coming all over Wooyoung's fingers, and the other didn't stop his movements through his climax, having learnt well from what San had done for him.
San flopped down next to Wooyoung with a sigh, the latter taking an experimental lick at his hand and grimacing at the taste. San chuckled at his disgusted expression and patted his head gently, "You'll get used to it." Wooyoung was surprised by his sudden amiability, but went along with it anyway, "That was wow... I mean like- wow…" San chuckled again, looking unfairly good, all sweaty and naked next to him, and smoothed out his own hair, moving to get up.
Once San was up, he picked up the used condom and threw it into the dustbin at the corner of the room after a little looking around and directions from Wooyoung. He grabbed the towel that Wooyoung said he could use, and wet it in the bathroom, wiping himself clean before passing it to Wooyoung, who did the same and then threw it into the laundry tub.
Wooyoung sat up reluctantly and looked at San, who was collecting his clothes from the floor and already slipping on his jeans, "Hey, your phone."
"Oh, thanks." Somehow, San sounded too normal, too unaffected for the events that had just occurred. He grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket, pulling his shirt over his shoulders, but leaving it unbuttoned.
"Um…" Wooyoung started, but didn't know what to say. Because what were you even supposed to say in this situation? Oh, right, he did have something to say, "I should- I should pay you," Wooyoung reluctantly, got up, his legs feeling like jelly, and wrapped the sheet around his bare shoulders. Even after everything that had happened, even after San had just fucked him, Wooyoung felt exposed standing naked in front of him, with nothing but a sheet wrapped around him. He wobbled over to his closet and grabbed a big t-shirt, one that would cover him down to his thighs and slipped it on along with a fresh pair of underwear. It would do for now.
San was standing near the bed, fully clothed and scrolling through his phone, looking unbelievably good for someone who'd just had sex. Wooyoung grabbed his wallet and counted the money, along with the extra amount that he promised him, and handed it to San, avoiding his eyes and looking down at his own feet. "Wooyoung?"
"Hm?" Wooyoung looked up curiously when he felt San take his hand, placing some notes in it, "Here."
"But I- what?"
"It's the... extra, that I asked you to pay, keep it."
"Eh?" Did he just tell him to keep the money that had made San agree to do this in the first place?
"Well, I thought you wouldn't be worth my time, you know, being a virgin and all, but...I have to say, Jung Wooyoung, I don't think I've ever had such a good time in bed before," he winked, he fucking winked at Wooyoung, and stuffed the original amount into his pocket. San buttoned up his shirt and to Wooyoung's utter shock, leaned forward to pull him into one last bruising kiss, hand firm around Wooyoung's waist and tongue laving over his mouth before he let go with no warning and turned, unlocking the door to leave, "Let's call that a...goodbye gift, okay?"
Wooyoung was stumped, as he stared after San with an open mouth and followed him to the front door, opening it for him as San waved innocently, his cute dimpled smile making a re-appearance, "Oh, and Wooyoung, if you ever want to reach out to us again, make sure to ask for Choi San, okay?"
And then he was gone.
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