San
I threw Wooyoung on the bed, the sight of him laying there with messy hair and an aroused look on his face turning me on more than I imagined it would. I slowly climbed on top of him, admiring the boy under me. Was I really going to do this?
I gave myself no time to think, connecting my lips to Wooyoung's once again as soon as our faces were close enough, my elbows by the side of his head supporting my weight and my body in between his legs.
I took my time with the kiss this time, slowly moving my lips against Wooyoung's, my tongue gliding over his lower lip asking for a very much granted entrance. The temperature of the room rising as our tongues moved against each other's at a slow pace,
much to Wooyoung's impatience, who let out a small whine and buckled his hips up. I could feel his hard on against me, the same way he could probably also feel mine growing.
I parted the kiss and rested my forehead on his, our hot breaths intertwining from our closeness. His hands flew to my shoulders, tracing down my chest and making me shiver as I felt his light and seductive touch through the fabric of my t shirt.
I groaned as his hands reached the sides of my hips and pulled them closer to his, my mouth going to his neck and giving it some proper attention, leaving him with love bites and wet kisses. I felt his skin prickling, Wooyoung moaning underneath me as I grinded my hips against his, the friction caused by the clothes increasing the pleasure I was feeling.
I wanted more.
Shit.
That's definitely not straight.
Wanting to have sex with another men is 100% not straight.
"Wooyoung." I whispered, my mouth still close to his neck, my hips slowly decreasing the pace.
"Hm?" He answer nonchalantly, his hands caressing my back gently.
"I don't think I can do this." I sighed, letting my head fall on the bedsheet in frustration, Wooyoung halting his movements at same moment I did.
"You what?" He replied in an angry tone, pushing me to the side. "This again? Are you fucking serious?"
"I'm sorry." I spoke honestly as he sat up on the bed, his back towards me.
"I can't believe you, man." Wooyoung snapped, shifting his weight and turning to face me. "If you fucking tell me it's because you're straight I'm gonna punch you in the face, I'm not kidding."
"Well, yes. I mean, no-" I fumbled with my words, since the whole situation was actually making me nervous. Having to explain out loud something that I didn't even fully comprehend myself, a part of me I literally didn't know about before and the annoyed look on Wooyoung's face making it worse. Though I guess it was time to admit it. "...I guess I'm not."
I fiddled with my hands in discomfort, those words coming out of my mouth bringing a foreign sensation. I stayed silent afterwards, not sure about how to proceed with the conversation or even having the courage to look at the boy sitting in front me.
"Hey, San?" Wooyoung's voice way softer than before. "I'm gay."
Not shit, Sherlock.
"I know." I finally looked at him, trying to understand what he meant. "You've told me. Many many times."
"That means... what you're feeling right now, I've been through the same thing." He gave a reassuring smile, placing his hand my knee gently. "You can talk to me, you know?"
Oh.
I guess that makes sense.
"Thanks, Wooyoung." I smiled slightly, feeling a little bit better.
"But what you just did? Not cool." He scolded me, a playful look on his eyes. "I guess you where just all talk, after all."
Huh?
"No, I'm not." I sat up fast, a scowl on my face. That's not fair Jung Wooyoung, I was having a mental breakdown.
"You came in here all grandiose." He laughed at my face, hurting my ego even more. "Big talk, no game Choi San."
I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times, but couldn't say anything back in return, I knew he was right and I was definitely feeling bitter about it.
"You said I could talk to you, right?" I scratched my head, already dying from embarrassment from the words I was about to say.
"Yep, anything." Wooyoung smiled, sitting up straight.
"I-I don't really know how it works with two guys..." I rushed out, inwardly dying. "I mean, I kinda do, but I don't-"
"Oh." Wooyoung widened his eyes, staying silent for a second before bursting out laughing, his loud sound feeling room and making me clench my teeth, getting irritated.
"Fuck off." I spat out.
"Okay, okay..." He spoke as he calmed down. "Sorry."
I huffed, mad at his disrespectful behavior towards me and crossed my arms, waiting for him to answer me, because I was not going to ask again.
"Well, first you gotta know what you like. For example, I am a bottom, meaning I am on the receiving end." He talked as if it was nothing to be ashamed about, like something completely normal. Maybe it was.
San, you like man too. You can't think that way anymore.
I nodded at Wooyoung, signaling to him that I was following his explanation and gestured him to continue.
"There's the top, which is the person who, you know... does the fucking per say. There's also people that switch, who are okay with doing either." Even Wooyoung couldn't contain his chuckle as he explained to me the dynamics.
"Okay, we both know I'm a top."
"Yes, we do." Wooyoung smirked. "A dom one at that."
I didn't even need to ask him to explain again, I guess my confused look gave away my thoughts.
"Do you even know what bdsm is?" His tone full of curiosity as he shifted his weight towards me.
"Yes, I know." I backfired, trying to defend my pride as Wooyoung looked at me like he was talking to a small innocent child. "Kinda."
"Oh god."
"Don't say the lords name in vain." I muttered.
"Really?" Wooyoung stared at me unamused. "Anyway, you basically lied to me. Where did all that attitude come from then?"
"Huh?" What does he mean I lied to him? "I just rolled with it... those things you said to me, I lik- I mean, it was... hot."
"So you're saying you like it when I call you daddy?" He smirked, tilting his head to the side.
I coughed and averted my gaze, getting caught of guard by his sudden question. Wooyoung taking advantage of me being off guard and reaching towards me, his hands grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to him, my arms behind me supporting my weight.
"You like it when I'm naughty, daddy?" I could deny it as much I wanted, but the way my body reacted to Wooyoung's actions were enough proof, an unexpected grunt coming out, my blood flowing straight to my crotch.
"Yeah." I smirked back at Wooyoung. "Yeah, I like it, baby."
I got an instant reaction, Wooyoung climbing on my lap, his hands moving to the nape of my neck and his fingers entangled in my hair and pulling on it slightly, making me bite my lip as I enjoyed this new mood got in.
With my chin slightly tilted upwards from the hair pulling, Wooyoung took the opportunity to press his lips against my exposed neck, his hot breath hitting my skin as he left wet kisses from my collarbone to my earlobe, my eyes fluttering close as I took pleasure in his touches.
I could feel Wooyoung's lips form a smile in between his kisses, that soon turned into bites and sucking, his fingers running through the back of my hair, pulling the strands lightly as I grabbed his his hips and pulled him closer, earning a sigh of approval in return.
I flipped us around, getting impatient since I ended up interrupting us before. Wooyoung seemed shocked as he landed on the bed, his mouth agape from the sudden movement and I used that to my advantage, going for a kiss and bitting on his bottom lip lightly as a way to let him know I was asking for entrance right away.
I pressed my body against his, the kiss wet and needy, since this time we both knew we wouldn't stop midway again. How could someone taste so good?
"Wooyoung." I whispered, parting the kiss similarly as the way I did the first time.
"If you fucking tell me you can't-"
"Strip."