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Wooyoung groaned loudly as San’s greedy hands palmed his ass and pulled him impossibly closer, trying to meld their bodies together.
“San, fuck.”
They were sitting on San’s bed, making out in his dorm room (roommate Mingi not included) as per usual of their weekend plans. But Wooyoung was aching to take this further, to explore San for the first time. To let San have him too.
He was just so pretty, yet really fucking hot, and Wooyoung was a weak, horny man. He tucked his hands around San’s sinfully tiny waist, grabbing at all of his hard muscles and soft curves. San whimpered into his mouth as Wooyoung pulled himself across to straddle his lap, sitting himself on a thick thigh, back arching seductively.
“Youngie…” he whined, lips hardly separated from his boyfriend’s, and ready to dive back in. Evilly, Wooyoung teased a cold hand under San’s hoodie, feeling his warm skin and the planes of his abs under his fingertips. God, his boyfriend is just so hot and ripped. San jerked below him from the sensation, whining louder as he forced their lips back together again, addicted to the feeling of kissing him.
Wooyoung pressed his chest closer, practically trying to ride him, clothes on and everything. He needed San so badly. He needed San in him so badly. His pelvis grinded down against the one below, proving how worked up they both were. Wooyoung sighed at the feeling.
“San,” he breathed out when he managed to pull back from his greedy boyfriend, “please?”
San just nodded slightly in agreement and went back in to devour Wooyoung’s mouth more. He licked into him like he was the most delicious taste in the world and it made Wooyoung melt on top of him. He was getting lightheaded, either from the lack of oxygen or from how badly he needed to see how far he could go. Both, probably.
Wooyoung gasped when San’s hands found the bottom of his shirt and tugged it over his head quickly, shivering slightly at the cooler temperature. But it didn’t last long, because those same warm hands traveled all over his torso, grasping at every inch of his exposed skin. Pinching at his nipples and squeezing his sides possessively. San grunted into the kiss, like he was the one getting felt up. Wooyoung moaned needily with him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” San whispered as he used one hand to keep their jaws close, and the other to gently brush long hair out of Wooyoung’s face, so he could keep kissing him without any interruptions. It was so tender, and Wooyoung wanted to collapse on top of him and let San do whatever he wanted to him. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Wooyoung’s long fingers traced over San’s pecs and nipples, squeezing them so he could hear his big, strong boyfriend gasp pathetically below him. And hell, if that didn’t do something for him. He was so hard in his own shorts, it was borderline painful now.
“Can we…” San pleaded, louder, wrapping both arms around him and dragging them closer together, bodies pressed flush against each other with Wooyoung’s ass directly on crotch. He refused to let them get any further apart, kissing him so hard that Wooyoung was sure his lips would bruise. He could feel just how worked up his boyfriend was, an erection large and very hard pressing against Wooyoung tauntingly. He needed it, so bad.
“San,” he said when he managed to get a sliver of space between them, but it wasn’t for long. He had to use both of his hands on San’s jaw to pry his hungry mouth away, panting heavily. San stared at him with so much adoration in his glassy, lustful eyes that it was both adorable and a little pitiful. Like a puppy who only knew how to love and please Wooyoung, and was begging to show him how good he could be. It made him want to wreck San even more.
“Sannah~,” he purred, dragging a finger over San’s wet lips. His flushed cheeks matched the red shade. Wooyoung teased his mouth, rubbing his finger seductively over teeth and tongue and lips.
“Yeah?” he asked, blinking up at him innocently with fingers in his mouth. Cute.
Wooyoung leaned in close, nibbling at his ear and neck. “I really want you, Sannah. How do you want me?” They had never gone past some frottage and kissing before, but he hoped that tonight would be different. He would do whatever San asked of him.
He smiled when he felt how eagerly San nodded his head, begging for him.
“Please, I want to go further tonight.” San looked at him with unshielded eyes, emotions pouring out of him. “I want you to take my virginity.”
Wooyoung almost cursed at those simple words. He shouldn’t get so worked up over the idea of being San’s first, but fire was coursing through him. Wooyoung would get to see San in a way no one had before.
“Can I?” He held a hand over San’s crotch, just above his straining tent. San nodded, so he gingerly untucked San from his sweats and boxers.
“Shit,” was his immediate response he whispered when he held San’s dick for the first time. The weight was so hot and thick, his hand completely full, and Wooyoung did not have small hands. He had his suspicions that San was blessed here, but seeing it was so much better. God, this would absolutely ruin him in the best way. He would have a San-sized space carved into him for days. “You’re huge.”
His stomach swooped at the idea of San carrying around all of this with no idea how to use it properly. How Wooyoung could be the first (and only) one to teach him what he was gifted with. Mold and shape him to fuck Wooyoung perfectly, exactly how he wants it.
San almost wailed at the feeling of finally being touched there, but Wooyoung removed his hand quickly after a few pumps. He clinged to San’s shoulders while his mouth was practically fucked by his boyfriend’s tongue. He needed these clothes off like yesterday.
San pressed into his mouth, like he was trying to steal all of Wooyoung’s air and choke him, just with his tongue. He growled into the kiss.
Wooyoung pulled back to catch his breath. They stared at each other hungrily. “You want to open me up with your big cock and—?”
He was cut off by a particularly deep moan, and he watched as San’s eyes rolled backwards and his mouth went slack. His whole body jerked, hips thrusting upwards and almost knocking Wooyoung off, if San didn’t hold him down harder to grind against. His erection used Wooyoung’s body, and he watched in surprise as he writhed below him, only from his dirty words and several kisses.
“Shit,” San breathed out when his desperate movements started to calm into something more purposeful, a slow rubbing now as he came back down. A large wet spot sat on Wooyoung’s black shorts now, proof of what just happened. Wooyoung stared at it in disbelief.
“Did… did you cum already?”
—
So yeah, Wooyoung was having a problem getting his boyfriend to actually fuck him.
It wasn’t that neither party wanted to. Both were very vocally adamant about wanting to take that next step in their relationship, now that San had suggested it.
At first, Wooyoung was hesitant to be intimate with San, so he never pushed to ask for that. It wasn’t like he cared for romantic sentiments like waiting til the third date or anything, because trust, he loved having sex. And having sex with San sounded even better.
Mostly, Wooyoung wanted to wait for two reasons.
One, because he had a certain reputation floating around him, and he didn’t want San thinking that he only wanted to date him to get in his pants. Because that wasn’t the case at all, and Wooyoung truly loved him so much.
San was gorgeous, hardworking, and incredibly kind, so Wooyoung was embarrassingly enthralled by him the second they met, thanks to their mutual friends. But they couldn’t have been more different. San was a well-liked guy who was on the football team and had both girls and guys hanging off of him all the time. He never skipped classes and studied hard for his good grades. He cared a lot about everything, and Wooyoung was shocked when he admitted to having never even having his first kiss yet when they started dating. Wooyoung on the other hand, hated the strict rules of life, only being directed in life by the wind and his instincts. He did whatever, and whoever, made him feel good and didn’t think harder about it. Why would he? He was here to enjoy life.
Some people had a habit of treating Wooyoung like nothing more than a cheap whore, or kept their distance completely in disgust. It didn’t really bother him, because he was sex positive and knew what he liked, and didn’t care what others thought. But San never once looked at him with any disdain or pity. Always kind and polite and genuine, and he really wanted to get to know Wooyoung and befriend him, despite the rumors he’s surely heard about the ‘campus slut.’ It wasn’t like he hadn’t slept with most of the football team, so San surely knew all about him from locker room gossip.
Wooyoung had initially kept a distance between them despite San’s perseverance, preferring to keep to his typical one night stands from dating apps and parties as he fucked his feelings away, but it just started to feel like a lame distraction. It wasn’t as fun as it had been, and it felt like he was just waiting for something to happen. Because every time he would bring someone back to his dorm for the night, he wished it were different eyes and different hands surrounding him.
He wished it were San there, every time.
So after being tormented by his own mind for weeks, he decided to say fuck it, and broke both of his personal rules: never get tied down and never sleep with the same person twice, just to boldly ask San on a sappy date to a nice restaurant and see a movie after. And San, the romantic he was, ate it all up, cuddled him to sleep, and they haven’t looked back since, ignoring his friends when they lovingly teased him about finally settling down with someone.
Well, not that Wooyoung’s technically broken that second rule, yet. Because they haven’t even had sex yet.
In the eight months since they started dating, they had never managed to cross that line. First, it was because Wooyoung didn’t want San to think that he was being led on, and after that, he wanted to make sure they were both clean before having sex, like responsible adults should.
And now comes his second reason for not having fucked San yet: San was a total virgin, and came in his pants anytime Wooyoung did anything more than give him a kiss on the cheek.
At first, it was a massive stroke to his ego. Getting his boyfriend off from doing nothing? Absolutely addicting. He loved watching San’s depraved face as he ruined another pair of pants, watching him cum so hard from a little french kissing. It made him feel wanted and hot and powerful.
And when Wooyoung started going further with hand jobs and blow jobs, he felt insane with how easily he could get San to cum beneath his ministrations. He drank it all up happily.
But it started to be a problem when he realized San couldn’t make it in him before blowing his load.
“Let’s try out something new tonight,” Wooyoung pressed a hand against San’s chest as he tried to lean in for another kiss. Because they both knew what would happen if he started doing that. San was well aware that he came too fast, and was really embarrassed at first. But Wooyoung reassured him that it wasn’t a problem and he actually loved how open San was about feeling good, plus it’s better than having the opposite problem and not getting it up. San reluctantly began to believe him, but still had his moments of insecurity.
So now they were trying to learn how to keep San from getting too riled up before making it in Wooyoung.
San pouted down at him, trying to use his sneaky hands to convince Wooyoung to get closer. To give into San’s wants and press against him as his fingers tickled against the low of his back.
“Hey! None of that,” Wooyoung batted his hands away while giggling. “Hold still.”
His boyfriend watched him with sad eyes the whole time, but didn’t move as his shirt was unbuttoned by long fingers and languidly pushed off his shoulder. Jeans and underwear followed, and Wooyoung greedily drank in the sight of his naked boyfriend while he undressed his own clothes. Eyes raked down his body too, and it made him even hornier. They both wanted each other so badly.
He had to make this work tonight. Or he might go insane, actually.
Wooyoung climbed onto the bed with his boyfriend following, facing each other on their knees. San’s erection was huge, not that Wooyoung hasn’t seen it before, but it was always a little jarring. Sitting heavily on his thigh, thick and veiny, and it would absolutely push Wooyoung to his limits. What did San do in a past life to be blessed with good looks, a good personality and a good dick? It felt like the universe really did have favorites.
“Do you want to try again tonight? To go… all the way?” Wooyoung asked this before every try, caressing San’s shoulders gently. Yes, San was a horny virgin, but he was also sentimental. Wooyoung didn’t want to take something so important from him if he wasn’t absolutely positive he was ready for it, and the time was right. San deserved the best and whatever he wanted. “We can do something else if you’re not ready.”
“I’ve told you, Youngie,” San reassured, tucking a stray hair behind Wooyoung’s ear before his hand rested on his neck. He always said yes. “I want to, I really do. I just… need to not finish before we get there.” His face burned bright.
“As long as you're absolutely sure,” Wooyoung nodded. “I had an idea…”
“Yes, anything.”
Wooyoung smiled as he crawled back to the pillows, leaning his body over for San, arching his back and glancing back over his shoulder at him seductively. He gave him a minute, just to drink up his curves and soft skin. San’s eyes traced over his hips, his legs, his ass. It felt good to be seen so vulnerably, but feel so much trust at the same time.
“I’ve already prepped myself,” Wooyoung explained, wiggling his hips a little. “All you have to do is get in me.”
San bit his lip, brows furrowing. They were already walking a thin line, but this was the most direct they could possibly be. There was no way it wouldn’t work. “Wooyoung,” he hummed.
He hissed as San’s palms spread his ass, just to touch and admire. But he heard when San saw his new tactic, cursing when he spotted the plug in Wooyoung’s ass. It probably wasn’t big enough to take San’s monster cock painlessly, but luckily, Wooyoung liked a little burn. He wanted to feel San for days.
“God, you have no idea what you do to me,” San hummed, his thumb pressing the plug in further just to be a bit of a dick. Wooyoung bit his lip, trying to not moan and give him that satisfaction.
“No, I’m pretty aware of what I do to you,” Wooyoung smirked, acting unaffected. “Since you nut in your pants every time you even look at—“
A firm smack on his ass had him smuggly shutting up. He felt San slowly pull the plug out, watching as his body instinctively clenched down on it. He heard a whimper behind him when it was finally all the way out.
Wooyoung arched his back further, resting his cheek on the pillow below him. “Are you going to put it in, Sannie?”
He felt fingers stretch his cheeks apart, San admiring his open hole, dripping in lube as it pulsed, ready for something else to fill it.
“Are you going to use your cock to open me up more, Sannie? Don’t you want to feel how tight I’ll be around you? You’re just so big and—“
He really should’ve known better.
Wooyoung wasn’t even surprised. Something wet and hot splattered against the curve of his ass and thighs, and San’s hands gripped onto his ass for dear life as he came immediately. Cum ran down his legs as San shook through his orgasm.
So, dirty talk was off the table now too.
San panted as he finished, and met Wooyoung’s eyes meekly. “Sorry.”
—
They tried a lot. A lot, a lot. After Wooyoung realized that kissing and dirty talk might be the problem, they tried everything else. But Wooyoung was running out of solutions when he still busted early every time.
“So you’ve been blue balled this whole time?” Yeosang asked, sipping on his pineapple-slush boba with twinkling eyes.
“Well, no,” Wooyoung admitted as he fidgeted with his own drink. They were in the back of the shop, not anywhere near other people or listening ears, but he still felt too exposed talking about this. He fiddled with his own drink. “He always… returns the favor, he doesn’t let me go unfinished. Usually with his hands or mouth.” And San was really good with both.
Yeosang frowned. “So I don’t see the problem.” Of course he didn’t, because he was always telling him about how Jongho would go for hours with him.
“Because!” Wooyoung huffed. “I want him to… actually fuck me,” he whispered aggressively. “Like, all of this is fun and nice and I love any time I get with him like that… I just want to show him how much better it can feel.”
Yeosang snorted. “Never thought I’d see the day that Jung Wooyoung would have a problem getting someone to fuck him.” He slurped on his drink obnoxiously. “He’s a virgin, Youngah, he’s not going to have your level of stamina yet. Maybe accept that.”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes playfully. Thankfully, he had a great friend who was willing to talk to him about this, and help him deal with his San problem without laughing in his face about it.
Unfortunately, Yunho was gone visiting family back home right now, so he was stuck with Yeosang.
He should’ve known better than to go to his best friend for advice, because he was never any actual help. But his other options weren’t much better. Hongjoong and Jongho would have ignored him, Seonghwa would try too hard to explain how to help San last in graphic, doctoral detail, and he couldn’t even imagine Mingi’s horrified face… Or trust him to not laugh at San about it later.
So, Yeosang it was. And he was an awful choice, really.
“So do you have any good advice or not?” Wooyoung hissed out. He angrily sucked up some tapioca, chewing the boba aggressively.
Yeosang shrugged. “I dunno, figure out a way to make him last longer. A cock ring maybe?”
“I doubt I could get that on him before he finishes,” Wooyoung pouted. He already considered that.
“Then why don’t you two keep going, after he finishes the first time?” Yeosang shrugged. “Surely he can just go again?”
And Wooyoung really didn’t know why he never thought of that before.
Every single time it happened, San would apologize profusely, and then finish Wooyoung off, and they would cuddle and doze off together after. It was really great, euphoric even, but he still wanted San in a different way. He never thought about continuing after he came.
“You might just be a genius,” Wooyoung gasped, slamming his drink down. He had a new plan, a new agenda, and if San had to come fifty times before he got inside of Wooyoung, it would all be worth it for the one time that he did. He plotted evilly, ready for this challenge.
Yeosang just rolled his eyes.
—
“So, be honest Youngie,” San asked as they swung their arms, hands locked together as they walked out of the restaurant full of the yummy food they had just gorged themselves with. His other hand tightly held the flowers Wooyoung gifted him earlier. “Are you trying to wine and dine me?”
Wooyoung smiled, glancing up at him. He raised an eyebrow. The air was slightly chilly from the evening, but Wooyoung was burning hot. “If it’s working, then yes.”
San laughed. “I’m only this easy because it’s you,” he smiled, leaning in to give a quick kiss to his temple. He looked absolutely delicious tonight, and Wooyoung was impatient to get along with their plans for the night. Fitted jeans, a tucked in shirt over broad shoulders, dark hair well styled. Wooyoung was drooling non-stop just looking at him. He might pull a San tonight if he keeps thinking about how good he looks before he even gets him undressed.
San didn’t look anything like a pathetic virgin who cums in his pants from just kissing his boyfriend that he secretly was.
“Good to know that a nice meal is the way to get your pants off at the end of the night,” Wooyoung joked. They were pretty close to his dorm now, Yunho still out of town thankfully, and he was going to take full advantage of that fact tonight. The sky was painted with oranges as the sun dipped behind buildings, and a sounds of the city were starting to quiet out. Everything was perfect.
“I thought I had made that pretty clear from the beginning.” San held the lobby door open as Wooyoung stepped in, leading them up to his room. “I love food, and I love taking my pants off. No secret.”
Wooyoung giggled, unlocking his door with his student ID, dragging them into the room. San already knew what was coming, since his boyfriend wasn’t slick at all, and caught him when he pressed their lips against each other in a heated, familiar dance as the door shut. He delicately set the pretty flowers down on the counter beside them.
Hands groped his ass and Wooyoung whined, excited by how eager San was tonight. He didn’t even know what was in store for him yet. They walked backwards towards Wooyoung’s room awkwardly, refusing to separate even for a second. San used his strength to pick up and drop Wooyoung on the bed clumsily, climbing over him immediately.
“Someone’s excited,” Wooyoung teased, purposely dodging San’s lips that he tried to connect once again. He turned his head away brattily.
“Obviously,” San whined, brows furrowing. “I’m dating the hottest boy ever, sue me for being a little forward.”
Wooyoung giggled before his lips were stolen again, mouth going lax against San’s dominant tongue. It felt so good to get lost in the sensations of his boyfriend, just feeling so content and comfortable with him. He sighed into the kiss.
But he had a mission tonight. He had to stay on track.
He gently pushed San backwards, feeling a little guilty for interrupting San’s favorite activity. But he started working San’s jeans down, to which he had no complaints whatsoever. Just as he expected, his boyfriend’s erection was already straining on his tight boxers, leaking through the cotton material. He wanted to lick it up so bad, but refrained.
Wooyoung pulled them down too while San wrestled them both out of their shirts. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen San’s dick, but it was like it got better every time. Maybe it was the anticipation of having it inside of him, maybe it was because he was so whipped. But it was just such a nice dick, in his opinion. Very large with the right amount of curve and girth, leaking precum all over the flushed head. Wooyoung would see heaven if he could ever get it in him.
He wrapped his hand at the base, squeezing it lightly to keep San from cumming, since this was usually where he let go each time. San hissed slightly at the pressure and Wooyoung felt a little mean, but it was for the best.
“So, I have something I want to talk to you about,” he started, staring his boyfriend in the eyes. The cock in his hand pulsed lightly.
“Right now, seriously? While you’re holding my dick?” San questioned.
“Yes, it’s about this!” He gave a gentle stroke to be nice before clamping back down. “I really want to feel you inside of me and—” His hand squeezed harder when San whined, abs clenching like he was about to burst. “None of that!”
“Sorry,” San squeaked out, face red from the pain of being forced to not cum. He wanted to so bad already.
“I wanted to ask if we can try something,” Wooyoung finished. “But I need you to not cum before we can talk about it.”
“I–,” San started sheepishly, getting shy. “I’m sorry, Wooyoungie, you’re just so hot and feel so good—”
“Don’t apologize,” Wooyoung chided. “I’m so flattered that you finish so easily for me, like a good boy should.” San flushed and Wooyoung realized he should probably stop testing him before he cums dry at this point. “But I really want you to fuck me tonight, if you’re ready for that?”
San nodded so aggressively Wooyoung worried for his neck. “I am, I want to,” he admitted. “I'm worried that it won't be very good for you though… I’ve never done it before… but I want to make you feel good, like how you make me feel. I really want to.”
Wooyoug smiled adoringly at him, and cupped his cheek with his hand, forcing him to look in his eyes. “It’s okay to be nervous, we can both learn what we like together as we go. I’m sure you’ll make me feel amazing, and if you’re really worried, just know that it will be hard to not please me with this horse cock you're slinging around.”
“Wooyoung,” San hissed, embarrassed. He rolled his eyes. “I do not have one of those!”
“Whatever,” Wooyoung ignored San’s misjudgment of his own cock. “You can always say no to my idea, or no if you’re not ready for this.”
San nodded. “Yes. I want to have you like that, badly. What’s your idea?”
Wooyoung smiled. “Okay, since you’re literally about to cum all over my hand, I’m going to let you.”
San frowned. “But then… how will we…?”
“I’m not going to stop. You’re going to stay hard, and I’m going to keep fucking you through every orgasm you have until I cum too.”
He really should’ve expected the response he got from that filthy statement. White drops of cum shot up, covering both of their chests with the insane velocity. San convulsed below him, and he felt a little bad, so he stroked him through his intense orgasm to be nice.
Wooyoung smiled, a little humorously. It was worth a shot, but he started to slow his hand down—
“Don’t,” San demanded when he felt his hand start to back away. “Don’t stop. Keep going. Let’s do it your way.”
Wooyoung returned to his pace, his boyfriend hissing at the overstimulation and confusing feelings of pain and pleasure. “Are you sure? It might be a lot… We could talk about it more first…”
“I want to,” he groaned out, biting his lips hard. His hips were shaking with the sensations, but he wasn’t batting Wooyoung’s hand off. “Please. Keep going.”
“Okay,” Wooyoung breathed out, surprised this was going so well. “Okay.”
He pumped his hand faster, reveling in the noises San was making. Pathetic whines to keep going but it’s too much, and Wooyoung was getting drunk off of them. As promised, San’s traitorous dick didn’t get soft and was ready for more. Perfect.
“Sannah,” Wooyoung called, slowing down slightly now that he knew San could stay hard after. “One more thing, okay?”
“Yes,” San sighed out, twitching above him. “Anything.”
“If it’s ever too much,” Wooyoung said seriously, “say red. It’s the stoplight system, we’ve kinda talked about it before. Green is good, yellow means slow down, and red means stop. I won’t be upset if you need to say yellow or red, okay?”
San nodded, his mouth pinched shut to not whine loudly. Wooyoung stopped his hand. He needed to hear him.
“Yes, green, now. I’m green,” San confirmed verbally, tripping over his words. “Now please take your clothes off.”
Wooyoung burst out laughing, but complied. He shucked his boxers and jeans off, lost somewhere around the room before he climbed back onto the bed.
“Do you want to open me up, or should I do it myself—?”
“I’lldoit.” San shot up, digging the lube out of the drawer of the desk next to them, and quickly rolled Wooyoung onto his back on the pillows. He smiled at his eager boyfriend.
“Can… you stay facing me?” San asked shyly after he realized he just manhandled his boyfriend. “I want to see you when we…”
“Of course, baby,” Wooyoung agreed. “Whatever you want.”
San poured some lube on Wooyoung’s dick and hole, using a fist to pump him a few times before staring at the ass he was going to get inside of tonight. He had to.
“Are you going to cum again before you finish stretching me?”
San turned even redder at the words. “Probably…”
“Good,” Wooyoung smirked. “You look so good when you cum, I like seeing how wrecked you look.”
San’s head dropped and his poor hips thrusted slightly, but he managed to hold back. “Babe. If you keep talking like that, I’m going to…”
“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed. “Now get to work.”
San nodded and warmed up some lube in his hands before gently lifting Wooyoung’s right leg and hooking it over their shoulder. Despite being a virgin, he knew what he was doing. They’ve gotten this far before a few times.
A gentle finger pressed around his rim making Wooyoung sigh at the sensation. San spent time massaging the muscles to relax them before slipping in. One finger didn’t feel or do much for him, so he focused mostly on working the lube into him for when something much bigger was in there.
A second finger spread him open and soon a third. Wooyoung was relaxing his muscles, breathing deeply when San hooked his finger up just slightly and—
“Fuck!” he wailed. “Right there Sannah. So good.”
San groaned at the same time as Wooyoung, teasing that spot further. His fingers gently worked in and out of him, coaxing noises and jerks of his body.
“You sound so good, Youngie,” San whispered, focusing on the task at hand. He kept getting lost in the sensation of making Wooyoung squirm below him, forgetting that he had a purpose of stretching him for more than just his fingers. He widened his fingers, tugging at the tight ring of muscle.
Wooyoung tossed his head back, his long neck stretching beautifully with veins lining it. It looked delicious.
“Fuck, I might cum again,” San warned.
“Out,” Wooyoung demanded, and San quickly complied. “I’m stretched enough. Get inside me, now.”
“Are you sure?” San pouted. He didn’t want to gloat, but he knew he wasn’t the smallest. Just how exactly was that supposed to fit in there? It looked impossible. “Will it hurt?”
“It won’t hurt, Sannah,” Wooyoung promised. “It will feel good, for both of us.” San, still breathing heavily, stared down at him for a moment. “If you don’t want to do this yet, we don’t have to–”
“No. I really, really want to,” he assured him. “I’m just… worried. About hurting you. Shit. Should we use a condom? Oh god, do I even have any? Wait, yes, you snuck some into my room last mo–”
“San,” Wooyoung stopped his rambling. “You will feel perfect, I know it. You won’t hurt me, I’m not breakable. And… we don’t need to use a condom, if you don’t want to. We’re both clean. Do you want to?”
San thought about it. About how he could feel Wooyoung for the first time with no barrier, just tight walls, and the idea of cumming directly inside–He had to stop himself before he finished again too soon. “No, no condom. If that’s okay.”
He swallowed thickly, his poor cock still weeping, and ready to burst at any moment. It wasn’t his fault that he had such a hot, seductive boyfriend. He was only reacting normally to Wooyoung’s attractiveness. He nodded, thinking, while putting lube on his own cock, just to be extra safe.
“Are you sure you’re stretch–?”
“I swear to god, Choi San,” Wooyoung glared. “If you do not fuck me right now, I will put my clothes back on and leave your virgin ass here—”
“Okay, okay,” San smiled. He readjusted himself, sliding closer between Wooyoung’s split legs, careful of the one on his shoulder. He glanced down warily again. “You… you can say red and green too, yeah? I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Baby,” Wooyoung cooed, staring up at his sweet lover. “I promise I will let you know if anything doesn't feel good. But right now I’m very green, so please—Ngh!”
San pressed into him gently, and it was so tight and hot. Three fingers was definitely not enough, but Wooyoung was sadistic, and feeling the stretch of a cock was just so much better than fingers. And besides, he wanted to make this perfect for San’s first time, nice and tight. He groaned loudly as San pressed a few inches in, waiting to gauge his reaction.
“Green?” he panted, hardly keeping a hold on himself. All of his muscles were clenched so tightly, keeping still politely. It was almost painful how much he was holding back.
“Green.” Wooyoung choked, shifting his hips to get used to the feeling of being so full. He’s taken a lot of cocks before, but none have ever felt this good. None have ever filled him up so well, not just because San is huge, but because it felt right. Like puzzle pieces slotting together, or something sappy like that. “Keep going, fill me up.”
San kept going, pushing in and pulling out slightly, working with the lubricant coating Wooyoung’s insides. He was gasping deplorably, but determined to make it in, and possibly wring an orgasm out of Wooyoung before he—
“Shit.” His hips jerked without his permission when he bottomed out, trying to push further in despite him being flush to Wooyoung’s ass, but they still tried nonetheless. He shot his cum right into his boyfriend, not even a minute into actual sex. His face burned with embarrassment, but it felt so much better to finish inside of a tight hole, so he didn’t care too much. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside his boyfriend, it was intoxicating
He moaned loudly as he let his hips shake and thrust into Wooyoung while he came miserably soon.
Wooyoung smiled below him, his hand tracing his clenching abs reassuringly. On the inside, his head was reeling from the stretch and how full he was. San’s cock had opened a space inside him, and immediately filled it up with his seed. It was perfect, even if he didn’t cum yet. “Do I feel that good, baby? You barely fit inside me, yet you’re trying to fill me with your cum? Where are you even going to fit it?”
San just whined, head hanging as his hips weakly kept going, trying to do what Wooyoung said early. Use him until he cums too. San could help, he had to. Or at least try.
“That’s it. You can keep going, I know you can.”
Something was working, because even though his body was shuddering with too much, too good, Wooyoung was groaning below him, hands gripping his waist to stabilize himself. He rocked in and out, surprised once again that he was able to stay hard with enough stimulation, but not that surprised. He was hard most of the time around Wooyoung, to be honest.
“So good for me,” Wooyoung moaned, back arching. “Trying to make me finish too?” San nodded quickly. “Such a good boy, you’re so good at this.”
San groaned, letting out his own noises as his body started to go numb to the sensations. His dick didn’t exactly hurt anymore, it was just like his body was so overwhelmed that it was forcing itself to be less sensitive. That was fine, he could work with that. He pushed his hips in and out harder, faster. Getting high off of his boyfriend’s moans and his tight insides wrapped around him. Making Wooyoung feel good.
“G–Green?” he asked, panting. Checking on his boyfriend.
“Green,” Wooyoung responded. His hips rolled in time with the thrusts, eating up every movement. He was right, it would be very hard for San to not please him with his huge cock. Every thrust, even unintentionally, was brushing against his prostate a little, and sending him closer to the edge he promised he would find. But he wanted more.
“C’mon, this can’t be the way you imagined fucking me for your first time, can it?” Wooyoung teased, acting like he wasn’t very affected by all of this. Even just the thought of San already claiming his insides was enough to get him too close. But he needed more.
San shook his head. “I want you however I can have you… But… Fuck. I want to fuck you with my cum, and rail you so hard you can’t even talk…” His hips jerked sporadically, threatening him with another release. He couldn’t, it was too much.
“You wanna fuck me so hard I can’t talk?” Wooyoung moaned, grabbing onto the sheets as San’s pace sped up. “Y-You don’t like hearing me?”
“You talk a lot,” San explained, huffing as he stared at where they were connected. Maybe it was his imagination, but he swore he could see his dick’s outline on Wooyoung’s soft tummy with every thrust. It spurred him to go harder. “But that’s okay, I’ll shut you up. You’ll feel so good you won’t need words, baby.”
Wooyoung was getting so worked up. “Yeah? Then prove it.”
San didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Wooyoung’s hips, still mindful of the leg on his shoulder, and ground in hard. He followed what felt good, and focused on how deep he could get. It felt like Wooyoung could go on forever. In his extensive anatomy research, he knew there was a specific spot he was supposed to be hitting to make it good for Wooyoung, but he couldn’t tell if he was reaching it or not. The man below him was whining and moaning at every thrust, so he had nothing to go off of.
“Right there,” Wooyoung directed when a thrust made his whole body jerk. “Yeah, I’m going to teach you how to fuck me perfectly, just me. You want that?”
San nodded, wanting to do anything for him. He would learn just where Wooyoung wanted him, and how to take him apart. And do it over and over again.
Cum pooled around the base of his dick as he worked it back in, mixing with the lube and sweat of their bodies. It was too much, and this time he felt the fire start to take over him again as he thrust in, begging it to hold back, but it was no use. He leaned forward, grateful Wooyoung was flexible, as he snapped into him roughly.
“Sorry, sorry,” he cried as he shoved in as far as he could go, filling Wooyoung again. San knew he didn’t have much to give this time, only a few pathetic squirts of cum leaking out, but the feeling was unlike anything before. Hot, burning, forceful, overwhelming. His whole body was fighting against how good it felt, and that just made it better. He was completely overtaken by pleasure, no way out of it. He forced himself to feel good.
“There you go, love,” Wooyoung cooed. Always so talkative.
Wooyoung rubbed his hip softly, slowly removing his leg from its position. San grimaced as he pulled out, watching in rapt fascination as cum leaked out of his spent, gaping hole. It was such a beautiful sight, as gross as it was.
“Are you–Ah!” San was suddenly flipped on his back, Wooyoung’s dark eyes looming over him. His boyfriend was straddling his waist, and before he could even think, that wet heat, cum dripping everywhere, wrapped around him again. He yelped at the feeling.
Wooyoung sighed as he was full again, missing the feeling now that his body was used to it. “I haven’t cum yet, or did you forget the goal?”
San tried to answer, stuttering a little. Wooyoung stayed still, letting him ground himself. “Use me, please, Youngie.”
“Oh, I’m going to, sweet thing. I’m going to fuck myself on you until I’m done, even if you’re shooting dry.”
Wooyoung smiled down at him, and got to work. He would cum tonight before this was over, and preferably on San’s dick. If he thought just being inside of Wooyoung was good, he had no idea what was in store for him. He was too turned on from being nutted in twice, so he needed to take matters into his own hands clearly.
With practiced ease, he planted his feet and rode the life out of his newly un-virgined boyfriend who was a crying mess below him. Actual tears had slipped down his face, and Wooyoung even asked again for his color to make sure he was fine, and he just said green with a loud moan. So, he kept going, watching his boyfriend’s brain be rewired with pure ecstasy.
It was like San’s cock was made for Wooyoung’s body. It was just wide enough to keep him feeling the stretch, a little past what his body could casually handle. Long enough to reach deep into his guts, and curved enough to hit his prostate without even trying. Truly, perfect, and he got too lucky with the man attached to it.
“Youngie,” San whined below him, hands on his hips to keep him steady, not dictate the pace. “Youngie, please?”
“Please, what?” he asked while continuing his pace. It felt so good, and he was so close to that edge. “I thought you were going to fuck the ability to speak out of me.”
“I don’t know,” San cried, head falling back as another loud groan escaped him. Sorry, next door neighbors.
“Do you feel good, baby?” Wooyoung braced a hand on San’s firm chest and leaned forward, keeping their faces close as he lifted and dropped his hips, rolling them with ease. Every grind pressed the tip of his cock right into his prostate perfectly. San nodded, staring up at him. He decided to be nice and pressed his lips forward, just barely against San’s.
It was instant, and clearly what he was asking for. San’s hands grabbed him firmly around his waist, and forced him down on his cock, slamming himself in as far as possible. Wooyoung cried out, finally feeling the snap of everything that led to this, crying out as his own orgasm overtook him from the direct thrust on his most sensitive spot. San used his body like a toy, lifting him up and down as he made Wooyoung take all of him. White cum splattered all across San’s stomach as Wooyoung twitched above him, being jostled around.
And fuck, did Wooyoung tightening and shaking on top of him feel heavenly. San wished he could stay in that moment forever. He felt so tight that it was impossible to fuck in or out of him, feeling the movement of Wooyoung’s body shattering around him, stimulating him further.
“Ah!” Wooyoung moaned as his body tired out from his intense orgasm. He held himself up with both hands against San’s abs. “Sannah!”
“You’re still talking,” he huffed, lifting Wooyoung up again like he weighed nothing. “I’m not done yet, clearly.”
Shit, Wooyoung thought. He might’ve created a monster.
San flipped Wooyoung over again, not even pulling out first, to roughly fuck him again. His hips slapped against Wooyoung’s ass as he held onto his waist tightly, not that he would’ve gone anywhere if he could. Probably further up the bed from how harsh San’s thrusts were.
He whimpered loudly as his body shook, confused as to how it was supposed to come down from an orgasm while still being stimulated everywhere. San didn’t falter, he found a rhythm now and it was breaking him apart.
“S-Sannie!” he whined, grabbing his boyfriend’s wrists for stability as his body was forced to take his giant cock over and over again. It felt so good.
“Shhh,” his boyfriend whispered, brows furrowed in focus. He pressed a hand to where he could see Wooyoung’s stomach expanding to make room just for him. “Just let yourself feel good, yeah?”
Wooyoung nodded, but yelped loudly when San wrapped that soft hand around his half-hard dick. Well, it wouldn’t be half-hard much longer. San was pumping him in time with his thrusts, a little out of time, but it felt too satisfying to care much about.
Some virgin, Wooyoung thought remorsefully as his body did as San pleased, churning with desire and pleasure.
San finally came again, although it wasn’t as much as his first ones. He never stopped thrusting, just letting himself shake and whine and cry while focusing on making Wooyoung cum at least twice. His hand tightened around his dick as he jerked it, and Wooyoung knew he was close to that edge again so quickly.
“Almost,” Wooyoung panted, forcing the words out. He was curling up below San, his body trying to fight the sensation. He wrapped his legs around San’s waist and pulled him closer, keening when his dick pushed in further. “Close.”
San nodded and dutifully kept going, fighting his body’s urges to rest. One more, he could handle it. For Wooyoung.
It didn’t take long for them to reach that peak again. Wooyoung’s eyes clenched shut as San gracefully hit his prostate with every thrust finally, his body locking up and squeezing him so tight it hurt. He looked like a dream, thrashing and crying on his cock as his poor dick released more cum all over him.
Wooyoung gasped silently, completely out of noises to make as his body froze, forcing Wooyoung to just feel it all. There was nothing he could do against his body’s rapture.
“What?” San teased, voice low with concentration. “Feels that good? Nothing to say now, can’t even moan to let me know how you like it?”
Wooyoung’s head shook just barely, throat tight and hands digging so deeply into San’s arms he was sure they would leave bruises. He was completely fucked out.
San came again with a sweet cry, slowing his pace as a completely dry orgasm shot through him from the pressure on his dick, not able to move from how tight Wooyoung was around him. He breathed heavily, just focusing on not collapsing on top of his boyfriend below as his body trembled. Crushing him after his first time would not be ideal.
“You did so good Sannah,” Wooyoung pet his hair when he finally found his voice again while coming down again. He felt full, not just because of the dick (thankfully, starting to soften), but also all of San’s releases sitting inside him. Pleasantly sedated.
It was perfect. He loved it. He could get addicted to this.
“Green?” San asked weakly, tugging Wooyoung into a gross hug with cum pressed between them and sweat layering on their skin. Wooyoung hissed at being moved around.
“Green, so green baby,” Wooyoung kissed him gently. San returned it with as much grace, stroking his cheek lovingly. “How does it feel to no longer be a virgin? You don’t fuck like a virgin.”
He flushed red at the comment but preened at the compliment. “Really good. We should’ve done this a long time ago.”
Wooyoung snickered. “If only someone wouldn’t cum in their pants before we could get there.” He traced shapes absentmindedly on San’s chest. “And… I also… didn’t want you to think anything…”
“Think anything?” San questioned. He rolled them onto their sides, ignoring the gross sheets. It felt better on both of them, still locked together intimately.
“About us. That… I was just leading you on in this relationship for sex or your virginity or something.” Wooyoung hid his face in San’s chest, embarrassed that he brought it up now. Talk about ruining the moment. “So you didn’t think I would just fuck you and run.” His mouth started to run now. “I know my reputation, and it’s not exactly off par, but I would never do something like that to someone, especially not you…”
San wrapped his strong arms around him, pressing them closer. “I never thought that once, Youngie. I’ve only ever felt genuine love from you, and that’s all I’ve ever needed to know. I trust you so much, Wooyoung, I would never assume.”
He nodded, trying to not get emotional over the reassurance. “Thank you for trusting me with this.”
“No, thank you for showing me how good intimacy can feel. And being the person to do it with me… And being patient with me.”
“Was this okay?” Wooyoung glanced up at him. A beautiful, dimpled smile was waiting for him. “For your first time?”
San leaned his forehead against his. “Are you kidding? I came so many times. It was perfect. It couldn’t have been better.”
Wooyoung hummed, content.
“Also, thanks for letting me cum in you. That’s pretty cool, if you ask me.”
“Oh my god, you fucking loser,” Wooyoung cackled, slapping him softly. “How long does it take for someone to get cool after losing their virginity?”
“Hey!” San cried out as he finally sat them up to clean off. “You wouldn’t know, nerd.”
Wooyoung scoffed, wiping them down with wet wipes they had conveniently placed nearby on the desk. “I’m way cooler than you.”
San smiled at him, tucking them into the icky sheets once they were all cleaned up. It didn’t matter, they were both gross too. It was a problem for the morning.
“That you are,” he promised. Wooyoung bundled up against him, keeping their naked bodies close, as they both cuddled, soaking up each other's love and embrace.