Soulmates

[Woosan] 008

San

I met up with Wooyoung and before I could even open my mouth to say what I came to say, he was shutting the door and pressing his lips against mine. 

His hands made quick work with my belt. 

Fuck, he was so infuriating. How was I supposed to tell him what I wanted if he was too busy shoving his tongue down my throat? 

I was only half complaining because he always felt and tasted so good, it was hard to find the courage to stop him. 

Somehow I did. 

I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his chest, forcing out a moan out of his mouth. 

Kinky fucker. 

"Young-ah." I breathed, pulling my lips off his. 

"What?" He asked, frustrated. 

I couldn't blame him completely, it had been a minute since we could do this. We had been so busy with the comeback that finding time alone was almost impossible and if we did, it always got interrupted. 

"I think we should stop." I somehow managed.   

His eyes met mine and I could see the hurt behind them. 

"Why?" He asked, his walls immediately going up. 

My hands let go of his wrists, slipping down to his waist. "Because...because I don't think I can just do sex with you, Wooyoung." 

He slumped a little, his brow furrowing. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean that I love you, and our relationship being reduced to sex is the most painful thing for me." 

"You love me?" His eyes narrowed. "In what way?" 

It was now or never. 

"I'm in love with you, Wooyoung. I have been for years." 

His eyes widened. "Are you fucking with me, San?" 

"Why would I fuck with you?" I asked, a bit annoyed by the accusation. 

For a second I thought he was angry but then he grabbed my collar and yanked me down so our lips were meeting again. 

His arms wrapped around the back of my neck and he fisted his fingers in my hair. The kiss was so brutal that it was suffocating. 

His lips moved against mine hard, and it made me wonder if they'd bruise from the force. I was locked in his grip, and it actually started to hurt. 

I started feeling lightheaded and he was pushing me into the chair in my room, instantly getting on top of me and straddling my hips. I reacted with softness, holding him gently as I tried to breathe air back into him. 

I ran my hand soothingly over his spine, and he let out a needy moan. 

I was sure I was on the verge of passing out but then he pulled his lips back only slightly, "I fucking love you so much-" 

He went in for another kiss but I pulled my head back so I could look him in the eyes. 

That was all I ever needed to hear. 

I kissed him back even harder, standing up from the chair and carrying him over to the bed before I tossed him down. 

He let out a gasp when his body connected with the mattress. I grabbed the condoms and lube I had as he stripped off his sweats. I poured lube over my fingers and warned them up and I pushed them inside his hole with little hesitation. 

He rolled his hips forward, groaning at the pressure. "San." He whined. 

"Are you going to be good for me today?" I asked, fucking my fingers inside of him. 

He clutched onto my back, nodding desperately. "Mhm." 

"Good boy." I murmured as I coaxed him open. 

He keened, his nails digging into my skin. "Please, I want more." 

"So impatient." I chastised but gave him what he wanted. 

It wasn't long before I pushed my length into him in one go. He threw his head back, a moan ripping from his throat. 

I thrusted into him, making him writhe and tremble with every hit to his nerves. "Fuck, San." 

His moans turned into a broken record, the noises pushing out of his mouth so consistently as he couldn't control them.

He got so loud that I had no choice but to shove my fingers in his mouth. "Shhh, baby. We don't want the whole dorm hearing us." 

He moaned and started sucking on my fingers. 

"Slut." I breathed. 

He hummed in agreement as a smile formed on his occupied lips. 

As he reached closer to his climax, his mouth fell open as more moans pushed out and my fingers weren't enough to keep him silent anymore. 

I smashed my lips against his, taking those noises into my mouth and muffling him. His arms wrapped around me tightly, keeping me against him as his thighs trembled and his grip tightened desperately. 

I stopped his cry as I pushed him through his orgasm and searched for mine. 

I jolted forward when my orgasm slammed into me and we stuck to each other like glue, both exhausted and panting. 

He gave me his stupid little grin that I loved too much. 

"Good?" I asked, still breathless. 

"Good." He confirmed.