How You Became My Everything. | WooSan | 18+

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"Please.. Sannie... w-want.." Wooyoung spoke sloppily, his mouth back filled with San's throbbing cock. He bobbed his head up and down fervently, letting his spit make a mess around his lips and chin, even more eager than before to cover as much surface as possible now that he didn't have the use of his hands.

San felt the intense tight coil of ecstasy build in his lower half as he took in every second of the explicit scene. Realising Wooyoung was trying to speak, he mildly tugged on the boys hair to pull his mouth free.

"Yes baby? Use your words properly for me, tell me what you want."

Wooyoung timidly requested he be allowed to remove his shorts, the tight material restraining him. San confirmed with a sweet nod, briefly breaking their play for a moment. Things weren't fun if one half of the party was uncomfortable, and Wooyoung's enjoyment mattered just as much as his. He helped the shorter wriggle quickly out of his boxers, before the boy automatically resumed his position kneeling on the sofa beside San. The taller stared hungrily at the others erection that stood red, leaking and hard as a rock between his legs. Before he could eat his own words and touch Wooyoung, having him cum assisted instead, the boy made one more request.

"Fuck my throat. Hard. Fast. Damage me."

Did I hear that right?

San went into shock yet again. He needed to those words to come from Wooyoung one more time, for good measure.

"Are you sure? I don't.. it might hurt you badly, Woo." San debated. He was a humble man, but knew despite his modesty that he was very well endowed.

Wooyoung mildly appreciated the sentiment, but now was absolutely not the time. He felt completely feral, thirsty, on the verge of coming and desperate for San to manhandle him in a way he'd never experienced. If this was how he was going to have to make San give him what he wants, he was left with no choice.

If I die from this, so be it. He's going to kill me as soon as these words leave my mouth.

"My bad." Wooyoung shuffled closer to San, edging closer to until his lips were skimming the skin of San's ear.

"I just wanted you to fuck my throat the way you're gonna fuck my ass one day. Rough, nasty, no holding back, and even if I can't breathe you keep going. Make a mess of me. Use me. That's all I wanted. I guess I didn't know you were such a little fucking pussy, Choi San."

Wooyoung wished he could say he saw the exact moment the words hit San, but ultimately 3 seconds after he'd finished speaking and before he'd even retreated from San's ear, he was forcefully dragged to the floor to his knees. San laced his hand through his hair and gripped it with such a force that Wooyoung couldn't have moved or looked anywhere but his face, staring down at him with the most intense, soul-burning, fierce glare he'd ever received in his life. He lowered to meet the level of the boy below, speaking solely through gritted teeth.

"Open your fucking mouth. NOW. Do not let your hands move from behind your back. Take everything I fucking give you and do not dare try to pull away. You brought this on yourself, remember that. Do you understand?"

With the pleasured pain of his hair wrapped tightly in San's grasp combining with the achingly sore throb of his cock begging for release, Wooyoung went out on his last limb of the day, thinking it the perfect time to trial a kink he'd always wanted to upon connecting with someone the way he had San.

"Yes, Daddy." He daringly breathed out.

Wooyoung watched as San's jaw ticked harder than ever before as he broke out into a sharp, dimpled grin. He placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, then met their lips together one last time.

"Good boy, baby. Now make your Daddy cum." He reciprocated enticingly smooth, a wave of raw excitement washing through the shorter.

San stood back up straight, Wooyoung's slacked jaw in one grip and his large swollen cock in the other as he guided it in deeply, watching the shorter's mouth engorge around it. His now free hands laced together around the back of Wooyoung's head, as he began to draw back and push further in with each withdrawal. Not even 10 second later, he was fucking the shorter's throat with unfathomable force, releasing a litany of long harsh groans and shouts.

His thrusts were primal, hard and outright merciless. He used Wooyoung exactly how he had requested, as the boy sat below spluttering and choking on the thick cock depriving him of air, being mouth fucked so aggressively that his body was lifting from the floor. His neck veins were prominent, spit pouring down onto his bare thighs and hands gripping tightly behind his back. His urge to cum was excruciating, him holding it in with all of his might, wanting San's first more than his own.

"Fuck, FUCK. Oh my God, you are so fucking amazing, Youngie. I can't. Just like that, that's my perfect little cum slut. Your throat.. taking your Daddy's cock so good. So fucking tight.. I, I can't hold it. I'm go-going to- FUCK-"

San pummeled himself so deep down in Wooyoung's mouth that his nose pressed harshly into his pubic bone, an extremely loud guttural noise escaping the taller as he doubled almost in half in his shocking orgasm with his cum pouring straight down the shorter's throat. Simultaneously, he felt the muffled vibrations of Wooyoung's own scream around his length as the shorter convulsed intensely, shooting his load all over the floor underneath him.

He did it. He actually came, incredibly ferociously at that, completely from being face fucked.

When he was sure he could stand back upright without fainting, San did so and eased himself carefully from Wooyoung's mouth. He wasted no time in scooping him up in his arms, whispering words of praise as he stroked his hair and kissed his head that rested heavily on his shoulder, carrying the limp and dripping with sweat boy up to his bedroom with his last shred of energy.

He dropped Wooyoung softly to the bed who now lay immobile and already practically asleep.

My little drama queen. Trust you to fall asleep before me. San affectionately taunted the boy in his mind.

He ran to the en-suite bathroom to grab a flannel and some warm soapy water, before proceeding to do his best in washing the boy without the need for him to shower until the morning. As he finished up Wooyoung and did the same for himself, he ran back down to tidy the mess both had made of the living room, swearing to himself he'd get round to a deeper clean tomorrow. For now, his bed and the boy within it called for his attention.

Climbing back up the stairs on all fours, feeling inclined to carry out the rest of the journey along the hallway in the same position as his body started shutting down, San made it back to his room and crawled in alongside Wooyoung. The sleeping boy rolled over unconsciously to fit himself to San's side, as if it were engrained in his muscle memory. San welcomed him wholeheartedly, wishing him a quiet goodnight with a barely there kiss. Minutes later, he joined the boy in slumber.