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Boredom was poison to Wooyoung. He laid in bed, looking at the clock, confirming it’d still be another two hours before San would be home. Two hours were a long time for him.
There was one consistent thing about him; he was confident and he knew he was San’s ultimate weakness. San would never push him too far, would he? He wouldn’t dare to break his little plaything altogether. He slid off the bed with that in mind, walked over to their closet, and dug into the box of treasures they kept there. The toy San had gotten for him before. It laid in the box looking all lonely and Wooyoung almost felt bad for it.
It wasn’t just any toy. It was thick, like really thick, and longer than necessary. He’d had doubts before about whether it’d fit but it had been in him once, he could play with it again. He wasn’t a quitter, after all.
Pulling it out of the box, he also grabbed some lube and strutted back to the bed, discarding the bedspread and threw his toy on the mattress so he could undress himself. He wasn’t wearing much anyway, just a set of boxers and San’s shirt. He had a day for himself and he’d decided to stay in bed until further notice.
Once his clothes dropped to the floor, he got back on the bed, settling on his knees. He bit down on his lower lip as he stared at the toy, his hand tracing it, feeling its thickness. His cock twitched to life just from the mere thought of having that inside of him. He huffed out a breath, already feeling like he needed friction between his legs to release some of the pressure. Not yet.
He laid down and took the lube, spreading a generous amount of it on his palm, making sure all his fingers were slick before even spread it around. He loved the feeling of being wet and the sound of squelching.
He tossed the lube away for now, guiding his slick hand down to his half-hard cock to give it a few pumps to get it to full length, his breath catching in his throat from the jolt of pleasure. Before he could get lost in the sensation, he released himself and moved his hand under his hips, between his cheeks and the pads of his fingers brushed his entrance, hips desperately grinding down like it wasn’t his own hand but he was being teased by someone else.
As his middle finger breached his entrance, his head fell back into his pillow and his eyes fell shut, an exhale of pure bliss leaving him. He needed this. He needed this so damn badly and he enjoyed it more than one should possibly be able to. He only let himself adjust for a few strokes back and forth before he added another finger, then another, his movement becoming hurried because he wanted something thicker inside of him fast.
Before his frustration could grow too big, he pulled his fingers out, spreading the lube everywhere around his entrance. He got back up onto his knees, grabbing the lube again so he could spill some of it onto the toy, stroking it with his slick hand. Toss away the lube. Time to play for real.
He could practically feel himself salivate when he picked up the toy and kept stroking it to make sure he covered all of it. He moved it behind himself and brushed it between his cheeks, his hips grinding back with desperation. He wanted to swallow up the toy so badly. He wanted to feel the stretch and feel fuller than he’d ever felt before.
The tip of it pressed against his entrance and he slowly began to breach himself with it, the thickness of it just about what he’d adjusted himself to but the rest of it he’d just have to work himself onto. He cursed under his breath, his hips jerking whenever the stretch burned but there was no way he’d give up until he was sitting on it fully.
Once it was a little further in, he pressed the end against the mattress and began to lower himself on it, moving up and down in small motion to ease himself onto it, already feeling so stretched out it felt like it’d be impossible for him to take in more. Sweat glistened his forehead as his body started feeling hot, his breath coming out in pants as his head fell back.
His neglected cock was dripping precum before he even managed to sit on the toy fully and it was almost painful how badly he wanted to touch himself. He blinked his eyes open, watery and stinging at the corners like he was holding back tears when he was finally at the base, feeling stuffed. The phone on his nightstand. San.
He reached for his phone and dialled San’s number, fully aware San was still in a meeting but this was an emergency. As the phone rang, he looked down at himself and saw the slight bump on his stomach, fingers lightly tracing over it. The toy really was big.
San answered rather quickly, sounding professional with a tiny bit of urgency on the side. Wooyoung didn’t usually call unless there was something actually wrong.
“San, I can feel you all the way in my stomach..,” he breathed into the phone, listening to the dead silent line, quite sure San’s brain was malfunctioning on the other end. He smiled to himself, pressing his palm against the bulge on his belly. “So deep inside. It’s how far I want your cum to reach..”
San cleared his throat and he could hear the screech of his chair against the floor all the way through the phone. “Gentlemen, excuse me for a moment,” he said to his colleagues. Wooyoung had won.
The slightest adjustment of his hips had him moaning right into the phone as San was hastily leaving the room. “San-ah..” his voice cracked with the desperation he felt. He needed to move. He needed to chase release. God, he needed to explode so badly.
“Woo, you can’t do this to me right now,” San’s voice was uneven and Wooyoung loved how much he could affect the other.
“Stand in the hallway, Sannie. You’re not allowed to go into the bathroom. You’re not to cum until you’re home,” he murmured his commands into the phone, his voice smooth as silk. Two could play San’s previous game.
The line was silent. San was petrified on his spot. “Good boy,” Wooyoung purred, his cock twitching from the power he held over his boyfriend. “Are you hard, my boy?” he continued, starting to move his hips, the intense squelching between his legs being hopefully caught by his mic at least a little bit. Whimpers escaped him as he felt the stretch again, the delicious burn he was getting adjusted to.
“Getting there,” San answered quietly, still sounding semi-professional. He couldn’t help but wonder if San was alone in the hallway and how obvious it was that he was getting a hard-on.
“Fuck, San, I can feel you everywhere..,” he moaned into the phone as he dropped himself down again, pressing his palm against the bulge on his tummy which only made the sensation more intense. “I can see the outline of you on my belly..” he could hear a stuttering breath from the other end and it made him grin deviously.
Then, he started moving up and down for real. The toy was so big it kept brushing against his prostate with every move and his hole felt stretched to its limit, his moans growing louder and louder from the intense pleasure. “Sannie, please, I need to cum,” he whimpered, refusing to touch himself. “I need to, I need to, I need to,” he practically sobbed, his thighs burning from the exercise and his muscles becoming tense from the approaching release.
“Woo, please, don’t do this to me right now,” San begged him quietly, like he was about to lose his mind any second. He replied with an even louder moan, his hand finally reaching down between his legs.
“Sannie, come home, I need you,” he begged, all needy, cock drunk and stroking himself to head towards his climax. He knew San wouldn’t be able to be there on time, he just needed him to go a little crazy for missing the show. “Please, San-ah, I’m about to..” he let out a strangled cry as he clenched around the toy and his pleasure spiked, threads of cum dirtying their sheets. He kept clenching around the toy with each stream of release and it had him gasping right into the mic.
The show was over. San had missed it, all went perfectly to plan. “Enjoy the rest of the meeting,” he giggled into the phone and ended the call.
He slowly moved himself upwards and off the toy, feeling so overly sensitive that even that little movement had him whimpering and slowing down, the way it rubbed against his insides still making him clench down a couple of times, his spent cock pathetically spurting out droplets from the overstimulation.
He slumped onto the bed and pushed the toy aside, feeling so dizzy and spent he passed out nearly instantly.
Lips brushed against his arm, his shoulder, his neck. He stirred awake and let out a little groan, his legs feeling stiff from before.
“Evening, kitten,” San murmured against his skin, standing next to the bed with one knee already on it, palms pressed on both sides of Wooyoung’s body to lock him in place. He blinked his sleepy eyes and looked up at San, still dressed in his work clothes. He smiled at him sleepily, moving his arms around his neck to pull him down for a slow kiss.
“Were you a good boy?” he whispered his question against San’s lips, who nodded instantly. “Good,” his hands moved to the buttons on San’s shirt, unbuttoning it all the way down to push it off San’s shoulders. “Good boys deserve treats,” he purred, shifting on the bed to lay on his back, still entirely naked.
“You’re evil,” San said, nodding towards the discarded toy as he pulled his shirt off the rest of the way. With it off, Wooyoung could see how his pants were tenting.
“You poor thing,” he cooed, pressing against San’s crotch with a foot, which made the man grunt and pull away to unbuckle his belt and rid himself of the rest of his clothes. Wooyoung was scanning his body, smirking and licking his lips to show his appreciation.
San moved beside his head, his cock looking heavy and aggressively red at the tip. Looking up at him with the softest eyes like he was nothing short of innocent, he opened his mouth, letting San feed him his hard cock but he did little to actually satisfy him, clearly still being a tease. San moved his hips back and forth slowly, lazy almost, while he kept still and let him use his warm, wet, sloppy mouth as he liked.
It wasn’t long until San pulled out, strings of his spit clinging onto his cock. “So pretty,” he was told as the spit was smeared around his face and he nuzzled against the palm.
San’s weight dipped the bed as he got on it on his knees, settling between Wooyoung’s legs, San’s hand placing onto his stomach, right where the bump had previously been. It stroked the soft skin gently. “Did you enjoy being stuffed so full? Bet you’d like getting your organs shifted so you could take in even more, you slut,” a thumb pressed against his stomach firmly and the ghost of the toy could still be felt within. Wooyoung groaned, squirming under the other’s touch.
“I want to be that full all the time,” he breathed, though his tired body said otherwise, still achy and sensitive. San grabbed his ankle and manhandled him onto his stomach, his hips automatically lifting off the bed to present himself.
“Look at that, your ass is still almost gaping,” San teased him, stroking himself as his thick cock slapped against his ass. Wooyoung smirked against the pillow, turning his head to look at the other from the corner of his eye.
“You missed your chance, San-ah.. I’m way too sensitive,” he breathed, swaying his hips slowly, showing the other what he couldn’t have. “You can only use your mouth.”
His perfect plan was unfolding.
San clearly paused, weighing his options, but deciding hurting his little kitten wasn’t worth it. He smirked into the pillow, arching his back to show more of himself and let out a satisfied hum when San spread his cheeks apart. San had been mean to him before and he wanted payback of sorts. He wanted to leave him just a tiny bit short from a satisfying release.
He could feel San scoot on the bed, bending down to kiss Wooyoung’s hip, then both cheeks of his bottom, which then turned into a lick and a bite. His mouth travelled between his cheeks and he gave his hole a long, firm lick, causing Wooyoung to moan once again.
“Didn’t you just cum? Such a needy kitten, what will ever satisfy you,” San mocked him and licked him again, causing his thighs to tremble and his eyes to fall shut. The fucker must feel so satisfied. As much as he wanted to be in control, San knew how to bring him to his knees.
He could tell that San was stroking himself while he started eating him out. Wooyoung was already getting hard again too, even if it felt impossible. The firm licks turned into pokes of the tongue, pressing against his wrecked entrance that begged to be left to rest. The burn of any stretch at all was masochistically so satisfying though, his hips grinding against San’s face as he moaned and whimpered like a pathetic slut.
San was panting against his skin, noises of pleasure leaving his throat whenever he wasn’t busy stroking or penetrating his entrance with his tongue, Wooyoung’s cock heavy and sad between his legs from the stimulation. “Please, San-ah, I can’t,” he sobbed the closer he got to his release, the knot in his stomach feeling painful because his last release had been too little time ago.
San didn’t listen. He was supposed to be the one to tease San, to leave him unsatisfied, but he was getting entirely lost in overstimulation, small cries and mewls leaving his throat at how roughly San’s mouth was treating him, his spit getting everywhere.
“S-san, San, S-ah..,” his voice broke as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, his thighs shaking and his eyes stinging from tears, but nothing came out. He’d cum dry, and while he felt like he was floating, he was crashing at the same time and didn’t know how to be in his own body, starting to sob when all the mixed sensations got too overwhelming.
That’s when San pulled back and scooted closer behind him, his hand stroking his back soothingly. His hand moved all the way up to the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair and gently pulling back to encourage him to lift himself up onto his shaky knees. As soon as his torso was off the bed, San’s strong arms pulled him all the way up, back flush against his chest, letting his shaky frame rest against his own.
“My beautiful kitten,” San murmured against his neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could reach. “I need to cum, are you too sensitive? Should I waste it?” he breathed against his ear, the words barely registering at first. Then, his foggy brain caught up to what he was saying. He whined and moved his hips against San’s, a small sob leaving his lips.
“I need words, beautiful. You said you were too sensitive,” San sounded half teasing, half genuinely concerned. It did feel like his muscles were burning and just being eaten out had been too overwhelming. And still, having San cum anywhere else than inside him felt more distressing than anything else.
“Please, I need it,” he whimpered, clumsily trying to figure out how he needed to angle his lower body before San wrapped an arm around his middle to hold him in place. He could feel a wetness against his ass and figured San had used the lube while he was eating him out.
There was no use in being gentle. San found his ruined hole with the tip of his cock and pressed right in, Wooyoung’s body going rigid as it fought against the burn that now felt tenfold after another orgasm. San pressed sorry kisses against his shoulder as he pressed inside fully, his teeth digging into the skin as Wooyoung cried in his arms and he had to contain himself to not thrust like a madman.
“Please,” Wooyoung whimpered, writhing in his hold. He wasn’t sure whether he was begging him to stop or to keep going, perhaps both, his brain all jumbled up. Both of San’s arms caged him in place safely and he loved how enveloped within him he was. He could feel San’s cock twitch inside of him and his palm went flat on his stomach to feel the small poke, though it was nothing compared to the toy that had been there.
San bit down harder onto his shoulder and began to thrust, the thrusts short and firm to hopefully make the friction less painful, but it was angled right against his prostate and he felt like melted butter. His head fell back onto San’s shoulder and every muscle spasmed, nails clawing at San’s thighs when his checked-out brain didn’t know what else to do.
“M’sorry baby, I’ll give you your fill,” San gritted out, his hips stuttering before he buried himself deep to finally allow himself to cum. Wooyoung couldn’t hear anything but static, feeling like he was cumming but not, his soul practically leaving his body from how high he was floating.
"Thank you," he breathed before blacking out.