Smut chapter
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Sandalius' skin was hot under Wooyoung's fingers. Wooyoung caressed the ridges of his spine and mapped out the spread of his shoulder blades. All while the man's clothing slipped from his body gradually to expose more of his torso. The next time he leaned back to allow Wooyoung to catch his breath, the entirety of his tanned chest was bare for Wooyoung to ogle at. Beautifully sculpted muscles had Wooyoung swallow dryly. When his lips dipped to kiss along the elegant slope of the man's collarbone, Sandalius buried his fingers in Wooyoung's hair for encouragement once more.
The man tasted of fruit and wine as if he had bathed in them. He didn't shiver even as the night had fallen around them with its starry darkness. Like a heater under Wooyoung's lips, his breathing stuttered at Wooyoung's gentle ministrations. When Wooyoung sucked a mark over the spot that had Sandalius shudder with pleasure, the hand in his hair tightened until the host gasped out a low moan. Pleased by his success, Wooyoung explored as much of the man's chest as he could reach.
Wooyoung was so busy tickling the smallest gasps out of Sandalius that he was only partly aware of the Roman's wandering hands. One of them had moved into Wooyoung's hair to tug at his unruly black locks whenever Wooyoung deserved praise. The other one had travelled downward over the curves and dips of Wooyoung's body. With those wandering fingers also arrived the heat that accompanied his palm as if he bent the blood in Wooyoung's body to his will. Sweet and heavy, it settled in his stomach to show in an ache between his thighs. Sandalius' fingers slid past that. Past the hip that Wooyoung had propped up so enticingly in this lying position and between the folds of his toga to feel for the seam of his tunic.
When his fingertips touched upon Wooyoung's thigh, Wooyoung had to pull off with a blush. His glassy eyes searched for those of the other man, seeking consent.
Unfazed at being asked, Sandalius brought their mouths back together. Their tongues tangled in yet another ardent kiss. The squelching sounds distracted Wooyoung momentarily. He hadn't paid attention to the surrounding noise, but he drifted off momentarily to do.
Other voices nearby them breathed and moaned in just as much passion as the two of them. The scratchy voice of the woman Wooyoung had seen earlier was the closest. As Wooyoung pushed the toga aside, that orderly kept Sandalius' body covered through the belt on his hips, he glanced at her fleetingly. She had another man Wooyoung didn't know pressed under her on the divan and had settled in his lap. Her movements on him had her soft chest rapidly rising and falling. Like ink, her dark curls spilt over her back.
Sandalius adjusted his position when Wooyoung's fingers finally found what they had been searching for. He didn't bother wasting any time. The moment his fingers had wrapped around the hardened flesh of the man's erection, he led him closer carefully so he could sink his mouth on him. Just like the rest of this gorgeous man, this part of him was also unfairly pretty. The moan that dropped from his lips when he breached Wooyoung's throat was music to Wooyoung's ears.
Comfortable on his divan under the occasional rolls of the man's hips, Wooyoung steered his body with both hands on his waist. Sandalius' smooth skin was worthy worshipping for hours and if Wooyoung had been any less drunk, he might have remembered to do that. For now, he concentrated on the hollowing of his cheeks to taste as much of Sandalius on his tongue as possible.
"Good, you're doing good."
The throaty praise above him had Wooyoung open his eyes that had fluttered shut somewhere in between. For a moment, his gaze flicked between Sandalius and the two women who were leaned against the table and locked in a fiery kiss. When Sandalius bit his lip and slipped his fingers between Wooyoung's legs, Wooyoung relaxed again. Every tug on his heavy length was a blessing to his throbbing body. It riled him up and yet provided the barest relief. At the faintest nudge of Sandalius' fingers against Wooyoung's inner thigh, he propped his upper leg up to allow more room for the man to work in. His body shivered when the night air filled with the sweet noises of pleasure engulfed his skin.
As they grew more accustomed to each other, Sandalius' thrusts became more confident. His tip hit the back of Wooyoung's throat and tears brimmed in his eyes as he was always just shy of gagging. Their dynamic was so delightful and Wooyoung just wanted to bury his nose in the soft curls on Sandalius' pubic bone.
Before he could encourage the man to go deeper, Sandalius slipped free from him. Length on full display and hanging heavily between his legs, he snatched a bottle from the nearby table to return to Wooyoung. As he slipped back home between the man's waiting lips, he directed his voice at someone behind Wooyoung.
"I want to play with him alone. Please join a different group," Sandalius rasped. Feet trudged off over the grass as the person picked another spot of the orgy to be part of. Wooyoung used the host's distraction to reach for his behind and pull him in more. His eyes rolled back when Sandalius finally slipped down his throat and filled Wooyoung in the best ways.
A curse that Wooyoung had never heard before dropped from the man's lips. His fingers trembled when he smoothed them over Wooyoung's cheek. When they left to struggle with uncapping the bottle, Wooyoung wanted to press his thighs together to offer some relief to his impatient arousal.
Thankfully, Sandalius was just as hasty. He coated his fingers with a generous amount of olive oil before they slipped back between Wooyoung's legs. Since his legs shook with drunkenness and pleasure, he had to put one foot down on the divan behind Wooyoung's head to gain some leverage as he buried himself in Wooyoung's throat.
Spit slicked Wooyoung's chin and glistened on the reddened flesh between his lips. When Sandalius' first finger sunk into him, Wooyoung gargled out a moan that had Sandalius gasp as well. Smug, Wooyoung gave another wet suck before he pulled off with a squelch. His hand came up to wipe his chin clean and mask his moans. Sandalius' fingers had an easy time plunging deep inside of him to spread him open. The awed expression on the drunk man's face as Wooyoung's body opened up for him was worth the patience.
Their new angle allowed Sandalius to dip his fingers deeper and spread them apart until Wooyoung ached on the divan. With an angry stab at his side, his bruise reminded him to be careful, but Wooyoung ignored it. No bruise would throw him off his game.
By the time Wooyoung moved his hips to meet Sandalius' fingers inside of him, they knew he was prepared enough. As Sandalius reflexively fixed the toga on his shoulder, he leaned down to kiss Wooyoung. Through their open-mouthed making out, he scooped Wooyoung up from the divan. The world spun for a moment, but Sandalius gave Wooyoung the time to adjust to gravity. Lazy, their lips and tongues mixed in a hot mess.
When Wooyoung came to his feet, he stumbled in the first moment. Unsure where Sandalius wanted him, Wooyoung clung to him as the other man walked him away from the divan. A moment later, it was already taken over by two men who shared a woman sandwiched between the two of them.
Wooyoung tripped over Sandalius' feet when his back met something solid and pressed up against it. Aching into the pillar, Wooyoung grabbed at any part of the other man he could reach. His fingers knocked the head accessory off the Roman's hair and tangled in the thick locks to whine into Sandalius' mouth. The tension was overflowing, and he got desperate. If he didn't have the man inside of him soon, he would throw a drunken tantrum just like Titus and his gang had done on him.
Sandalius parted from him with spit connecting their lips still. With a flick of his tongue, the host disrupted the nasty trail. Warm hands on Wooyoung's hips turned him around until Wooyoung's fingers caught onto the pillar. His hands dug into the rough flutes. Like a puppeteer, Sandalius directed his movements as he kicked Wooyoung's legs apart and bent him over until he was exposed for the other man.
Warm hands smoothed up Wooyoung's thighs and took the fabric covering him with them. Once it bunched on his lower back, the cold air hit his privates. Desperate, he hung his head and whined at the man to hurry.
Sandalius took a moment to slick himself up with the oil before he set it down on the ground. The click of the jar on the stone resonated in Wooyoung's coiled stomach.
When Sandalius' tip finally hit the supple flesh of Wooyoung's behind, Wooyoung nearly sighed with relief. Wet fingers smeared oil over his entrance before a blunt tip nudged at him.
"May I?" Sandalius inquired with barely constrained neediness. Wooyoung moaned in response. The sound got drawn out when Sandalius slid in.
He was the perfect size for Wooyoung; every wish come true. He filled him out in all the right places and any discomfort blended into an overwhelming pleasure that crashed down on the time traveller. Wooyoung keened when Sandalius bottomed out. His eyes were wide open and directed at the ground. From his peripherals, he could see his shaky knees and how Sandalius rested between them.
After a moment of gently massaging Wooyoung's hips as he got accustomed, Sandalius started moving on his own. Drunk as they were neither bothered with many details. As soon as Wooyoung relaxed around him, Sandalius set a quick pace inside his slicked walls. Every wet slap of their skin together had Wooyoung moan and grapple at the pillar. Their angle allowed Sandalius to go deep inside until he punched Wooyoung's breath out of his lungs.
Slippery hands found Wooyoung's arousal and his chest each. Through the rough fabric of his tunic, Sandalius located Wooyoung's nipples and tugged and tweaked at them. Each pinch zapped through Wooyoung's body like a bolt of lightning. His pitiful thrusts of a reddened and weeping length into the other man's fist never matched Sandalius' pace.
Laboured breaths filled the air. They mixed with the others sharing their pleasure in their way. Wooyoung didn't look at them since he was too focused on the best bang of ancient Roman history, but he heard them. The thought that people were around them to see Wooyoung unravel under the other man filled his empty mind with heat.
Sandalius knew what Wooyoung needed before Wooyoung knew it. His hand pressed on Wooyoung's back insistently to force him further down. The moment Wooyoung allowed his hands to slip and bent over like a dog for the other man, pleasure in its purest form bathed his world in white. Every jam hit his prostate and his legs nearly gave out, if not for the man's hands holding him up. Trembling and shaking, Wooyoung got reduced to a drooling mess once more.
"Come for me," Sandalius asked with a stutter in his breath. His hips snapped at a punishing pace that forced breathless keens out of Wooyoung's throat. He couldn't talk, only babble as he got the hiccups and pressed his cheek against the cool pillar. His rattled brain formed not a single coherent thought anymore.
Another squeeze around his mid sent Wooyoung spiralling. His hot come splattered between his spasming feet that tiptoed and tried to close around the knees as pleasure took him over. He forgot where up and down was, only knew how he got fucked through his orgasm as if Sandalius tried to ingrain himself in him.
"San- San-" Wooyoung couldn't even say his entire name. Just when he thought he would just slip from the man's grasp if he slammed into him more, the man responded with a guttural groan. His last thrust buried deep inside until Wooyoung felt him in his throat. Hot come filled Wooyoung to add to the mess his insides had become.
Weak and twitching, Wooyoung took it all. He tried to close his mouth to wet his dry lips, but they fell open again to heave for breath.
For a moment, neither of them could move. Their heat simmered down and the cold air cooled their sweaty skin. Around them, the merry orgy went on unbothered.
When Sandalius ultimately pulled out, Wooyoung exhaled shakily. His body didn't want to let go of the other man, and it sadly throbbed at his reminder.
Sandalius pulled Wooyoung up in his arms before he could topple over. Some of their drunkenness had died out with the time but their eyes were still hazy as they kissed once more. For a moment, everything was fine as Wooyoung leaned against him and gravity caught up with his body.
Then, the telltale signal he had to vomit clenched in his stomach.
He stepped back from the other man with a thin smile.
"I need to go home," he whispered. No hurt crossed Sandalius' eyes. Their hearts were pleased with the satisfaction of their encounter.
Instead, the man brushed a loose strand of hair back behind Wooyoung's ear.
"Be safe," he said before he turned to retire to his party. Wooyoung could sprint off and puke his rearranged guts out behind some bush before he tumbled back into Linus' house to fall right into bed.