A Prank becoming Reality | San & Wooyoung (FF+21)
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Wooyoung was gaming as usual when San entered the room.
"What do you want?"
He casually asked.
"I got a... a prank I wanna do with you."
San suspiciously and yet somehow casually answered.
"Are you in?"
"Tell me what it is first."
"Uhm... I was thinking we call the others here to play a game, and then when they enter we pretend to make out."
"Yeah, nope. Not gonna happen."
"Hey come on, just for pretend! But I mean if you want to make out for real-"
"Bye, San."
San laughed.
"Okay, what do you want? If you do this, I'll help you with a prank. Anything you want."
"Not interested."
"I'll buy you a new headset. Promise."
"That's on cap."
"No, for real, for real!"
Wooyoung sighed and turned away from the screen.
"If you kiss me for real, you're buying me food for... a week."
San hesitated but then agreed.
"Ok, deal."
He sat down on Wooyoungs lap in the chair.
"Bro bro, you're heavy dude."
"Oh, you prefer to be on top?"
"Shut your mouth before I change my mind."
San smirked and reached behind Wooyoung, grabbing the chair to keep his balance. Then he took a picture of the computer screen and sent on his private story. No one in the house ignored a chance to play smash.
"Okay, we gotta make it look real. I'll just dive in and pretend to kiss your neck or something."
"You can kiss my hoodie."
"You have to grab my waist or something. Otherwise, people might think this relationship isn't mutual."
"This isn't a relationshi-.. Dude, you're crushing me!"
San reluctantly got off and Wooyoung got out of his seat too, stretching his damaged thighs.
"Okay, I'll sit in the chair then. You get to be on top."
Wooyoung reluctantly and carefully sat down on Sans' lap.
"You gotta be closer."
He grabbed Wooyoung by the waist and pulled him closer. Wooyoung put his hands on Sans' shoulders, maintaining a distance between their upper bodies.
"Dude, how are we gonna pretend to make out if they can see your face?"
"I hate this bruh..."
Wooyoung leaned in towards Sans' neck, still with his hands on Sans' shoulders, ready to push away. They stayed like that for a while, waiting for the others to come.
"If they're not here in five minutes, I'm done."
"They probably didn't see my story."
San reached for his phone to check but made Wooyoung lose his balance as he shifted his weight. Without any ulterior motive whatsoever, he roughly wrapped his arm around Wooyoungs waist and hauled him in, pressing their bodies together firmly with his only instinct of not letting Wooyoung fall. As he did so, Wooyoung found himself grabbing Sans' shirt tightly, resting his clenched fists on Sans' shoulders, peering down on him with adrenaline pumping through his body.
He felt safe and comfortable knowing he was on top and knowing San was in no position to play or tease him with his never-ending flirting. And something about the way San had caught him felt... real. Two hands were always suspicious, since it signaled he wanted to touch him. But one hand, one movement, without any agenda, simply reacting through instinct... there was no deception behind that. For the first time, he took San seriously. At least his heart did, pounding in his chest the more he looked into Sans' calm and comforting eyes.
But he hated the stiff grey zone of uncertainty they currently were in. The moment was past, and his body twitched for something to happen. When San just kept looking at him, he tried to get off the chair. He didn't come very far as San pulled him down again with his strong arm, resting the other on the back of Wooyoungs thigh, preventing his escape. Wooyoung yet again peered down on his saviour, their faces even closer now. And barely a moment later, San had reached upwards, meeting Wooyoungs lips with his own.
The first thing that went through Wooyoungs mind was the shock which spread to his body, freezing it. When San opened his mouth, moving his lips upward again to taste Wooyoung once more, Wooyoung carefully kissed him back. When the kiss was now mutual, San opened his mouth wider and started using his tongue to taste Wooyoung even further. The sudden move, along with the firm grab of Wooyoungs thigh, made Wooyoung clench his grip around Sans' shirt tighter whilst a ticklish feeling spread from his legs up to his stomach.
The slow and careful kiss now grew rougher. Wooyoung let go of his right hand and brought it up behind Sans neck to his hair. San released his arm around Wooyoungs waist and brought it down to Wooyoungs other thigh, grabbing it lightly. As the kiss grew more passionate, Wooyoung started moving slightly on top of San as Sans' hand slid further up under Wooyoungs shirt. San moved down to Wooyoungs jaw and then neck.
Speaking in a low voice, Wooyoung warned:
"If you so much as think about giving me a hickey, I will personally chokeslam you through the floor."
"Relax, baby...."
San mumbled against Wooyoungs neck before continuing to kiss him. Wooyoung pulled away to answer him.
"Don't call me that."
San smirked and moved his hands down to Wooyoungs thighs again, lifting him up. He then carried him to the bed, putting him down before taking off his own shirt and bending down to taste Wooyoungs lips again. As he did so, he started unbuckling Wooyoungs belt.
"Wait..."
San shut him up by kissing him again, pinning one of Wooyoungs arms to the bed. Then he looked into Wooyoungs eyes with a certain calm and bluntly asked:
"Are you sure you want to wait right now?"
Wooyoung was uncertain about doing this with his friend but realised San was right. He would regret waiting. And so he lied down and grabbed the headboard of the bed as San took him in his mouth. If he had known it felt this good, he wouldn't have hesitated.
"Fu-..."
He arched his back slightly as San inserted a finger inside his ass, starting to prep him. San continued to finger him gently while sucking him off.
After a few minutes, Wooyoung was wet and horny enough to long for what San now longed for so immensely while staring down at Wooyoung and his blushing cheeks. He positioned himself closer and then hovered over Wooyoung asking his consent.
"Ready?..."
"I better be able to sit after this."
San smirked mischievously.
"Can't make any promises..."
Then he entered Wooyoung slowly, who gripped the sheets with a pained moan mixed with pleasure. San reached down and silenced his bottom once again by kissing him equally as gently. Once he was fully inside, he waited for Wooyoung to adjust while slowly kissing him passionately. After a few moments, Wooyoung gave him permission to move. San carefully started grinding back and forth, taking his sweet time. When he then suddenly attacked Wooyoungs prostate with a thrust, a moan involuntarily escaped the boy's mouth. The next thrust, significantly harder than the first one, took Wooyoung by such surprise that only a whimper managed to escape him.
San picked up his pace and started having a tempo to his thrusts. Even more dragged out moans escaped Wooyoungs mouth. Without slowing down, San reached for Wooyoungs lips to muffle his moans that were only growing more desperate by the second. When he saw Wooyoung bite his lip and pull his eyebrows together, he lifted the boy's leg over his shoulder and picked up the pace even more, now slamming into Wooyoung without mercy. The consistent thrusts that abused Wooyoungs g-spot over and over left him without control, on the edge of screaming as he gripped a pillow tightly, burying his head in it to muffle his heaven-sent orgasm. San panted hard and moaned as well as he thrusted his last deep inside Wooyoung, knocking out a few last moans out of the boy before reaching his own orgasm too.
San rested his head on Wooyoungs shoulder while listening to Wooyoung panting against the pillow. He smirked and kissed Wooyoungs neck before carefully pulling out and putting down the leg over his shoulder.
"Damn, you're a moaner..."
"Shut up..."
Wooyoung mumbled into his pillow. San started getting dressed again and tried lifting Wooyoungs leg out of curiosity. It trembled slightly, which San found very amusing.
"Dang... you really came hard for me, didn't you?"
Wooyoung grabbed his pillow and swung it at San. San dodged it and grabbed Wooyoungs wrists together, pinning them above his head.
"Easy tiger..."
He enjoyed seeing Wooyoung struggle to get loose and leaned in close with a smirk.
"Or do you want me to make you scream again?..."
Wooyoung buried his head into the pillow, trying to act annoyed when he really wanted to hide his blushing cheeks. How the f**k had goofy, annoying San managed to make him scream out in pleasure? Make his legs shake? That was a completely new concept to him, but not one he disliked.
San removed the pillow from Wooyoungs face and inched closer. When their lips met this time, the feeling wasn't only desire.
It was a spark of love.
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