Iris field • woosan

Five.

Droplets of sweat were running down the honey gold skin in front of his eyes as that body kept bouncing on his lap. San leaned forward, mouth ghosting over the drops licking them away, the sweaty skin tasting almost sweet under his tongue, like it really was made of honey. He felt the back of the boy arching under his touch, demanding for more as he kept moving at a never faltering pace.

San couldn't help but moan, the angle allowing him to reach much deeper inside letting him see stars. His hands moved almost unconsciously, founding their right place on soft round hips, sinking down onto the skin holding them for dear life and guiding somehow the movements of the body on top of his.

"Feels good" he let a breathy moan escape his lips as he found himself getting every second more lost in that dreamy bliss.

His eyes indulged on the round booty bouncing non-stop on his lap, skin wobbling every time it slapped against his, so hypnotic it was almost impossible not to stare as his cock disappeared rhythmically inside the puckered hole. One of his hands left his previous position to smack a sounding slap on the left ass cheek, the back of the boy arched even more but no sounds escaped his throat.

San realised that only his breathy moans could be heard in the silence of the museum, whimpers echoing through the walls. He adjusted on his hunches, reaching out to the boy's body and guiding it until they found themselves leaning back to torso. His hand moved to the boy's throat, long black locks automatically falling on his broad shoulder as the other leaned his head there. San took the earlobe between his teeth biting even so softly before switching to tongue, wet sounds adding to the silence of the room. When he felt a veiny hand grabbing his nape and holding him there he couldn't help but moan, the new contact making him shiver as he felt his high approaching fast.

"I won't last much longer, babe" he whispered to the same ear trying to allert the other.

The boy slowed down 'til he came to a complete halt as he removed himself from San laps. When he turned San almost gasped for how beautiful the sight in front of him was: black, messy hair sticking to sweated skin, eyes half lidded and dark with desire, mouth open, shiny wet and swollen because of teeth biting on the plump lips with too much force. The boy kneeled in front of the huge painting at his back for a while, almost like he wanted to give San the chance to admire him more, like one of the works of art exposed in that same room. San couldn't help but sight in awe, hands reaching to touch the tanned, sweaty skin. The boy bent down, face lowering dangerously close to San leaking tip.

"Let me take care of you, Sanie. I'm very good at this. Just try to relax for me" Wooyoung finally said before closing the distance and taking San in his mouth.

San moaned, so loud and clear that he woke up. He had to blink a couple of times to realize where he was, the bright light of the museum completely gone as he turned his body in the darkness of his bedroom. He groaned pressing his palm on his painfully hard erection, cock twitching inside the restriction of his pants.

"Fuck me! Not again!" San growled kicking the blanket away and stepping out of the bed.

A cold shower would have helped. Days had passed since the embarrassing accident with Wooyoung, but since then San had kept dreaming about it every night, dreams getting always more promiscuous. He had tried his best to avoid Wooyoung ever since, spending all days and nights at the office, keeping himself busy with work. It had been the first time since Hongjoong had started working with him that the older didn't complain about San, instead he had suggested to take a break sometimes and don't overdo it. But of course San hadn't listened busying himself as much as he could. He had to go back home at some point though, and everytime he did he found the lights of the museum still on. But he was too shy to walk inside the room and face the boy he knew was waiting for him in there.