#auroraverse

Wooyoung

The first thing Wooyoung did after graduation was throw a party. The second thing was announce to everyone attending that he was going to kidnap Kang Yeosang, Crown Prince of Aurora, the only son of the Kang family, the Good to his Evil.

Neither of those choices proved to be very great ones, but Wooyoung was more of an “act first, think later” kind of guy.

“How exactly are you going to kidnap him?” asked Wooyoung’s friend Seonghwa, taking a sip from his cup. “And what do you plan to do after you have him?”

“Not sure yet. Torture, maybe?” Wooyoung replied. Truth be told, the only thing he really wanted to do was shirk his responsibilities as the only son of the most powerful Evil family in existence, but that was a lot easier said than done. He really needed to start thinking before he acted. 

“Okay… well, let us know if you need anything, alright?” Seonghwa said before depositing his empty solo cup in the trash can and going to find his girlfriend, Yeeun. Wooyoung nodded, saluting playfully as the older man left, before sitting down and sighing. He knew Seonghwa wouldn’t be spreading the word about his plans, but he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. He was locked in, and it terrified him. After all, he had no plan, and it can be very difficult emotionally to kidnap the one person you’re in love with. Especially when you’re not supposed to fall in love with them.

Yeosang 

The great thing about having powerful royal parents is that they can spy on whoever they want. So, Yeosang learned very quickly that he was to be kidnapped. No other details, just a quick “Wooyoung’s going to kidnap you” when his mother’s lady-in-waiting, Wheein, returned from the party. 

Thanks a lot, he thought, panic beginning to set in. He had just returned home from graduation, and already Wooyoung was scheming. Weren’t they supposed to wait a bit before starting their story? The Writers hadn’t even told them any details yet. Yeosang needed more time to prepare.

But this was reality, he guessed. Evil waits for no one, his professors had drilled that into his brain, so he needed to get a move on with protecting himself. After all: Wooyoung was a villain. He wasn’t supposed to be considerate of Yeosang’s mental preparedness. 

Yeosang decided to spend the next few days fortifying the palace to the best of his ability. He may only be Crown Prince right now, but his story would begin soon. He needed to get a move on. 

Wooyoung

After the party, when everyone was flopped on the floor and drunk out of their minds, Wooyoung stared up at the ceiling. Seonghwa’s words echoed in his mind. Let us know if you need anything, alright? That was what Good people said to each other. Evil people just did things, thought about the consequences later, just like Wooyoung. They certainly didn’t talk about their secret feelings for their assigned heroes, like Seonghwa was unknowingly suggesting Wooyoung do. The red-haired man couldn’t even anticipate how his friends would react if he told them. 

So he figured he’d push it out of his mind. He wouldn’t tell them. He’d go through with the kidnapping, then figure out what to do after that. The only problem, he didn’t know how to get Yeosang. 

Wooyoung sat up. There was one way. An hourglass that Yeosang had given to them their freshman year at Gunhyeong Academy, where all major Good and Evil people went to prepare. The purpose of the hourglass was to summon one another on campus if someone got lost; they’d been roommates that first year. But Wooyoung had never used it before. It would be risky… really risky. He didn’t even know how the hourglass was supposed to work. Yeosang hadn’t thought to tell him what would happen when it was turned. But he could try it. 

He shivered—from the cold or his sudden nerves, he couldn’t tell. He stood up and crept to the stairs, picking his way around his friends and trying not to curse when Taehyun rolled over onto his foot. 

Somehow, he made it to the stairs and went up to his room. He picked up the hourglass from where he’d hidden it behind his books, about to turn it, and then realized: he had no plan. What would he do once Yeosang arrived? He’d have to wait a few days before turning it, would have to actually think before acting. 

But he had the beginning of a plan. And that’s what mattered. 

Yeosang

Something had shifted the night he found out he was to be kidnapped. It seemed that everyone else in the palace already knew of the news before he’d even woken up. 

“Yeo-yeo, dear. Can we talk to you for a minute?” his mother had asked before striding into the Great Hall and expecting him to follow. What ensued was an hour-long lecture about being calm in the face of a threat, and that Wooyoung wasn’t anything to be afraid of. But it didn’t really help. Yeosang knew Wooyoung better than they did, though admittedly not that well, but he knew that one should never underestimate him. 

He calculates every move, he thought as his father scoffed about how Evil is chaotic and unplanned. Wooyoung has plans for everything. I need to be prepared for anything, he thought. 

Wheein insisted that he wear his hourglass on a chain attached to his belt. She had a matching one and would know if he disappeared, so she insisted that he wear his. While she wouldn’t be able to bring him back herself, she could alert his parents, or anyone else, and send out a rescue party. The thought both comforted and worried Yeosang. Alarm bells were beginning to go off in his head at every little thing. This must be what it’s like to live in a story, he thought, instructing the guards by his room to fortify the windows. 

A few days passed with no signs of action from Wooyoung. But Yeosang was beginning to feel prepared. The palace was at maximum defense, and he had several plans of escape depending on the method that Wooyoung used to kidnap him.

The only problem was that the one method he didn’t anticipate was the one Wooyoung used.

Wooyoung

“Everything’s set up,” said Beomgyu, waving an arm at the room Wooyoung had said to prepare. It looked nice. Too nice to be a prison cell. But Wooyoung didn’t want to make Yeosang uncomfortable. 

“Thanks, Beomgyu. I’d like extra men on this floor to make sure Yeosang doesn’t leave until I’m through with him, but they can stay at the ends of the hall while I’m in the room with him. Your help has been appreciated,” Wooyoung said. Beomgyu nodded, then left the room, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts.

I wonder if he’d let me tie him to the bed, Wooyoung thought. He’d look so good like that…

He tried to push the idea out of his mind, but it was too irresistible. Part of his plan was to confess to Yeosang and see what came of that. Wooyoung wasn’t planning to torture him or anything, just keep him in this room. Their story hadn’t started yet; he couldn’t go too far. 

That night, Wooyoung picked up the hourglass and walked into the Yeosang Room, as Seonghwa had been calling it. It was right next to his bedroom, so it wasn’t a long walk, but every step felt agonizingly slow. He was nervous. Excited, so excited, but nervous.

When he entered the room, he took a breath and then locked the door. Looking at the hourglass, he turned the two containers of sand over, and the sand began to fall. But nothing else happened. 

As he was about to exit the room, defeated and thinking it hadn’t worked, something crashed onto the bed. Wooyoung turned around and saw a very flustered, terrified man on the bed, staring up at him. He smirked.

“Welcome, Yeosang.” 

Yeosang

The last thing he expected the hourglasses to do was just teleport him to Wooyoung’s location. One second he was pacing his room, wondering how he would be kidnapped, next he was falling onto a surprisingly soft surface and staring at his enemy. 

When Wooyoung left the room, it took a while for Yeosang to look around and gain his bearings. The room was surprisingly lavish, nothing like he’d expected. The bed was large and soft, with extra pillows. There were bookshelves, a dresser that seemed full, and a desk that doubled as a vanity. All of the furniture was painted black, but the walls were a deep red. A plate of cookies was on the desk, with a note saying, “Take as many as you want. You’ll be here a while. Breakfast will arrive at 9 AM.” 

Ignoring his better instincts, Yeosang took a cookie. It tasted amazing, nearly as good as Wheein’s baking. So he took a few more.

It didn’t take long for him to realize how much of a mistake that was. He began to feel drowsy, an odd feeling for 7 PM at night, and looked inside one of the cookies. It was blue. The color of a sleeping potion.

I should’ve known, he thought as he collapsed onto the bed. Sleep overcame him, and he was out in seconds. 

When Yeosang awoke, he was still in the same position as when he’d collapsed. He stared up at the black canopy over the bed and sighed. It really had happened.

Was this how his story was supposed to begin?

Wooyoung

Evidently, he'd have to do something with Yeosang. Otherwise, what was the point of kidnapping him?

Wooyoung walked to Yeosang's room with a tray of blueberry muffins. He could not remember for the life of him what Yeosang liked for breakfast, so he just picked up the most generic thing in the kitchen and hoped for the best. 

"Knock knock," he said, knocking softly at the door. He opened it, walked in, and set down the muffins on the desk. Yeosang didn't move from where he was on the bed, still staring at the ceiling.

"Hi," said Wooyoung. He was starting to feel awkward.

"Hello."

"I brought you some muffins."

"...Oh. Thanks."

"Yep…"

"Wooyoung. Why am I here?" Yeosang asked, sitting up. Wooyoung shrugged.

"Dunno. We'll see. I plan to keep you here for a few days yet, though," he said, picking up a muffin. He turned and left the room, leaving Yeosang sitting on the bed.

He didn't even try to escape, Wooyoung thought. The door was literally wide open. What is he doing?

He didn't dwell on that much longer, afraid he'd give himself false hope. He'd send Dami to bring food up next time. Maybe it would be less awkward then, at least for Yeosang. Wooyoung still wasn't really sure of what he was doing, and the butterflies that appeared whenever he saw Yeosang weren't helping. He needed to concentrate. 

Over the next few days, the routine was the same. Wooyoung delivered breakfast, exchanged greetings with Yeosang, and schemed for the rest of the day while instructing his friends to feel the older man. By the third day, he was still stumped. So, he decided to visit Yeosang once again… and maybe offer him something new. 

Yeosang

Turns out, staying in the same room for days on end will anger you considerably. Not only that, it was boring. There wasn't really anything here for Yeosang to do except think, and he didn't want to do that. Because his thoughts were… concerning to him.

See, Yeosang had been hiding something ever since he began attending Gunhyeong. Ever since the moment he met Wooyoung. He had been attracted to the villain from the very start, but refused to accept or even acknowledge it for years. He never told anyone, fearing what others (especially his parents) would think. He’d grown up listening to his parents repeat that the only union valid in Good’s eyes was one between a man and a woman, so he’d automatically rejected any romantic (and especially sexual) thoughts of Wooyoung for a long while.

But now that he was in the Jung palace, now that he was locked in a room next to Wooyoung's… now, all he could think about was that attraction. And that was terrifying. 

Yeosang looked up from the book he was reading, setting it down next to his place on the bed when Wooyoung entered again. He looks so smug. What does he have planned today…? Yeosang thought. 

Most of what Wooyoung did was just send him meals, ask how he slept, and maybe bring in a book or two if Yeosang wasn't satisfied with the existing selection. It was confusing. 

"You might be wondering why I have you here," Wooyoung said, sitting at the desk chair. Yeosang didn't reply.

"Quiet today, are we?"

"I don't have anything to say to you," Yeosang replied, staring at Wooyoung. The younger grinned. 

"Sure. Well, I feel like telling you why you're here anyways. Do you want to know?"

"Are you just going to tell me anyways?"

"Yeah," Wooyoung said. "I brought you here because I wanted to get to know you. And because I wanted to see if that hourglass actually worked."

"Seriously???" Yeosang asked, incredulous. Of all the theories he'd come up with, the visions he'd had of Wooyoung poisoning his food or stabbing him in his sleep, everything, he'd never imagined that this would be the reason. 

"Yep! So, what do you think?"

What did he think? He didn't have many thoughts. Just one.

“I… I think that I hate this. Yeah. I hate this. I hate you. Fuck you, Wooyoung,” Yeosang said, venom entering his voice. Wooyoung smirked. 

“Oh you hate me sooo much, don’t you. And look at you, you're swearing now! Am I that much of a bad influence? Damn. So, you hate me so much that you want to fuck me?”

“I don’t want to fuck y-”

“Ah ah ah, but you just said it! ‘Fuck you, Wooyoung,’ if I recall correctly?” Wooyoung said, getting up and walking over to Yeosang. Yeosang backed against the wall, gripping one of the sheets. 

“That’s just an expression, it doesn’t mean I actually want to fuck you. Why would I want to fuck someone who kidnapped me? And just to get to know me, too. Couldn't you have sent me a letter like a normal person? Why do you do things like this?" Yeosang asked as Wooyoung leaned over him. 

“Uh, because I’m sexy? It’s okay, Yeosang, you can admit you think I’m hot," Wooyoung said, standing up straight again and blowing a kiss at Yeosang. 

“I’m never going to admit that you’re-”

“I’ll let you out if you do.”

Yeosang paused, then tentatively asked, “You’ll let me out?”

“Sure. That’s what you want, right? Unless, of course, you want to stay," Wooyoung said, now looking at his polished black nails. He flicked an invisible speck of dust from them, then looked back up at Yeosang. 

Yeosang eyed Wooyoung suspiciously, unsure of whether or not to believe him. Still tentatively, he asked, “And if I don’t say it, you won’t let me out?”

“Nope! Plus, since my room’s right next door and the walls are thin, tonight you’ll get to listen to me jerk o-”

“OKAY, OKAY, I’LL SAY IT," Yeosang said, eyes wide. The second night he'd spent in the room, he'd been forced to listen to Wooyoung's moans through the wall and then pretend everything was normal the next day when breakfast was brought over. The experience was too awkward for Yeosang to want to relive. Although he didn't want to think about it, he would much rather have been the one making Wooyoung moan like that. 

Wooyoung laughed, head falling back. “Damn, so eager. Alright, let’s hear it.”

“I think… I think you’re…” Yeosang stuttered, suddenly flustered. Maybe listening to Wooyoung all night wouldn’t be so bad. That would be way better than having to admit-

“You think I’m…?” Wooyoung trailed off, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Fuck this, Yeosang thought. He knows Wooyoung would just find more ways to be cocky, knowing that Yeosang stayed willingly just to listen to him jerk off. He already can’t stand the eyebrow-raising, four years of it was more than enough. What more would he be expected to endure?

Yeosang sucked in a breath before saying, “Ithinkyou’rehotandtobehonestIwanttofuckyoubutIhateyousoIneverwill. Will you let me out now?”

Wooyoung blinked a few times before laughing again. 

“Dude, I couldn’t even comprehend that. Repeat it for me, please?”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Fine. I think you’re sooooo fucking hot, and I want to fuck you sooooo badly it’s killing me. Happy?”

“Sure. Let me go get the keys to the front door. You know you haven’t been locked in here, right?” Wooyoung asked, laughing when Yeosang’s jaw dropped. I could’ve just left, Yeosang thought. Why was I just staying here, then?

He let out a long sigh when Wooyoung left the room. Even though he meant to sound sarcastic, Yeosang really did mean what he said. He’d always wanted to fuck Wooyoung. It wasn’t his fault that they’d been forced into these lives, ones where they were destined to hate each other. And it sure as hell wasn’t his fault that Wooyoung looked so damn good in those leather pants… 

Wooyoung

So much for getting to know him, he thought, retrieving the keys and walking back to Yeosang’s room. He opened the door again and gasped. It had only been about a minute, but Yeosang was missing. 

“Yeosang?” Wooyoung asked. Nothing. He left the room and paced down the hall, calling out for Yeosang again. Still nothing.

Then, a crash sounded from downstairs. He sprinted down the staircase, sliding into the kitchen, where the crash had come from. He found Yeosang and Beomgyu staring at each other, the Good prince with his hands up like he’d done something wrong. An empty but very broken flower pot lay at Beomgyu’s feet. 

Yeosang turned to Wooyoung, and blurted out, “I swear I didn’t break it!”

“Hate to come to his defense, but he didn’t; I did,” Beomgyu said nonchalantly. 

“I don’t care who broke it. What are you doing in here? I was going to walk you out,” Wooyoung asked. 

“I wasn’t sure you would… I figured I’d escape, but I couldn’t figure out how to get out without raising any alarms. And then I came in here, and he dropped the flower pot,” Yeosang said sheepishly. 

“Well, of course I did. I was surprised. Why is he out?” Beomgyu asked. 

“I’m letting him out.”

“WHAT?” asked Seonghwa as he entered the room. He stared straight at Wooyoung, then over at Yeosang, whose eyes somehow widened even more.

“I’m not repeating myself.”

“Why the hell are you just letting him leave?” Seonghwa asked, incredulous. 

“There’s not much else I can really do right now. Our story hasn’t officially started yet, so I’m just playing around right now. So I’m letting him go home,” Wooyoung said, shrugging. “Plus, I have some blackmail material on him. Might as well let him leave now before I find out more so I don’t have too much of an advantage later.”

Wooyoung took Yeosang’s arm and dragged him out of the room, running back upstairs to escape the other two men. He tugged Yeosang into his room, then slammed the door shut with both hands.

“So. I don’t think Seonghwa will just let us leave. You may have to stay here a few more days,” Wooyoung said, still facing the door. 

Yeosang sighed, then mumbled, “Sure.” 

Wooyoung turned to face him. “While we’re here… why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?”

An outside perspective

The two of them spent the next several hours talking. They mostly talked in circles, never about anything important. Just the shallow bits one tells an unfamiliar classmate—which teachers you liked or disliked, your favorite color, who you spent time with. A lot of the time was filled with awkward silences, where the two men both tried not to think about how attractive the other was, but they had some moments of laughter between. 

Wooyoung called dinner up to them, and they eventually began reading books to each other while eating the chocolate strawberries that came as dessert. Neither of them thought they could leave, since Seonghwa and Beomgyu were still outside and probably guarding the front door, so they figured they’d continue passing the time.

One thing led to another, and they ended up sitting very close to each other on the bed. Close enough that they could feel each other breathe, could almost hear each others’ racing heartbeats. Close enough that they both ended up thinking about the what-ifs. 

Close enough that Yeosang didn’t bother trying to stop him when Wooyoung leaned in and kissed him.

Yeosang, a few minutes later

Yeosang gasped as Wooyoung’s fingertips trailed up his thigh, lips so close to his neck. A whimper rose in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down, not wanting Wooyoung to have the satisfaction of knowing how affected he was. The younger man let out a shaky sigh, leaning in closer before pressing a kiss against Yeosang’s neck. 

“I know I’m not supposed to do this,” Wooyoung mumbled, voice raspy but muffled against the older’s skin. “But God I want you so bad. Always have. Probably always will. And I think this is the last time I’ll ever have a chance to see you like this.”

Yeosang closed his eyes, tipping his head back to allow Wooyoung more room. He hated to admit it, hated to even think about it, but he’d wanted Wooyoung too. Just as long and certainly with the same passion. 

“The best part of being evil is that I don’t have to care about what others think or want. I can take as I please, if I have the means to. I can afford to be selfish all the time. It’s a freedom that you don’t have, right? It’s the one thing I can hold against you. The one thing I can use to win. That’s all we’re supposed to think about, right? How to defeat each other?” Wooyoung continued, pressing another kiss against Yeosang’s neck. Hands settling against the older’s thighs, he nipped at Yeosang’s skin, drawing another gasp. 

“I don’t want to think about winning tonight. If nothing, this would be a loss for me. Having you just this once and then never being able to do it again. Getting a taste of what I’ve been yearning for all this time—” Wooyoung paused, a hitch in his breath before kissing Yeosang’s neck again. “Just finally getting you here, in my bed, in my arms. It’s all I’ve wanted for years. But I’ll only get you this one time. And then that’s it for me. I’ll have won the battle but lost the war, because I won’t be able to take it. Knowing that you’re just out of reach? I’ll lose everything. Because this is the only thing I want. This is the real reason why I brought you here. I wanted to have a chance with you… I didn’t know if it would work. But I wanted to try.”

Yeosang drew his hands up to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair. It was too much, his mind was reeling. The younger had a point: they’d never be able to do this again. They were supposed to hate each other, after all. Destined to battle until one of them won, died, even. That’s how these things worked. That’s what they were trained to do, what was written in the stars before they were even an idea. 

Desire battled with guilt in the pit of Yeosang’s stomach. He knew it was wrong to want Wooyoung like this. Wooyoung was supposed to be his villain. Heroes weren’t supposed to want their villains like this. Even in stories with love potions, those desires were superficial. It was selfish of him to want Wooyoung. It went against everything he was supposed to stand for. And yet, he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to let go. 

“What if we switched roles tonight? I know you want me, too. You’re not fooling me, Yeosang, I know how much I’m affecting you. And I know you’re supposed to be selfless. You can’t have a single want unless it serves someone else, right? But what if tonight, just this once, I’m the selfless one, and you can have your own desires. Maybe it’ll hurt less. You can tell everyone I manipulated you, convince yourself even, and I can try to shake it off and pretend that I let you turn me for a bit. We can pretend to everyone else that neither of us really wanted this. That we just got too far into each other’s minds and convinced ourselves that this was how we could win. Maybe if we pretend that we aren’t truly thinking, then maybe we can go on.”

Wooyoung pulled away at that moment. Yeosang looked at him, nearly sobbing at the sight of the tears pricking at the corners of the villain’s eyes. It hurt him, too, knowing the possibilities of what was happening, and knowing how much it would hurt Wooyoung later. Yeosang could go on. He could convince the Writers to help him find someone else and be happy that way. It was always supposed to work out for good in the end, wasn’t it? Wooyoung wouldn’t get that chance. This would be his one moment of happiness, the peak of his personal story. The one thing he truly wanted outside of what was written. And he was willing to give it up so that Yeosang could go on. Willing to allow it to happen, willing to lose his motivation, just for Yeosang. 

What was it that Yeosang’s professor always said? Villains have no feelings, no empathy toward anyone, no morals. They only want to serve themselves. 

But what if that was wrong? Yes, Wooyoung was still acting selfishly. He’d be serving his desires either way, pretending or not. But he’d be acting selflessly as well. He’d be serving Yeosang’s desires, too. Maybe the world wasn’t as black and white as Gunhyeong had made it out to be. Maybe there were gray areas. Heroes and villains are still human, after all. 

Wooyoung sniffled, then sighed. “We shouldn’t be doing thi-”

Yeosang surprised himself by leaning forward and kissing him. Based on the gasp that left Wooyoung’s still slightly parted lips, it must have surprised him too. But neither of them drew away. No, instead, they just pulled each other closer. 

Wooyoung still tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, the very ones they’d eaten only minutes before this all started. His lips were soft against Yeosang’s, mouth warm as the older’s tongue slipped in. A soft sigh fell from his mouth before his hands reached out, searching for Wooyoung’s, holding them tight as their fingers clasped. He pulled away, looking into Wooyoung’s eyes.

“We can worry about the moral dilemmas later. I just want you right now,” Yeosang rasped, leaning in for another kiss.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Wooyoung whispered right as his mouth met Yeosang’s. 

The two of them let go of each other’s hands in favor of wrapping their arms around each other. Yeosang let himself lean into Wooyoung’s embrace, holding tightly onto his shoulders while the younger’s hands roam across Yeosang’s body. 

If it was too much for him earlier, it was definitely too much for him now. He couldn’t think of anything besides Wooyoung: his hands on Yeosang’s chest, their mouths pressed together, the moans that had begun to tumble from Wooyoung’s mouth. But he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. That he was willing to let himself be selfish this once. 

He clambered into Wooyoung’s lap, seating himself right on top of the red-haired man’s crotch. Wooyoung groaned into Yeosang’s mouth, pulling him closer and pressing his hips up. Yeosang began grinding on him, hands beginning to travel to Wooyoung’s waist to keep himself steady.

They kept going like that for a few minutes until Wooyoung stopped Yeosang to pick him up and lower him onto the bed. They continued kissing, slowly becoming more passionate as Wooyoung started grinding on Yeosang this time. 

Suddenly, Wooyoung pulled back. Yeosang whined, reaching for his arms, but Wooyoung kept them out of reach. 

“Have you ever tried anal before?” Wooyoung asked. Burning a bright red at the former’s boldness, as if they hadn’t been shamelessly grinding all over each other just moments before, he shook his head no. 

“Noted. Have you ever… Shit, I probably should’ve asked before. Are you a virgin?” Wooyoung asked again, pausing his descent back over Yeosang.

“N-no. I… There’s been one person,” Yeosang stuttered. It made sense that Wooyoung didn’t know about JiU, his former girlfriend. They’d never spent a whole lot of time together before she and Yeosang broke up. Still, Yeosang was even redder than before, just remembering what had happened that one time. He probably should’ve figured out that he wasn’t straight that night, but alas, he was still in denial at the time.

“Only one? Goddamn. I bet they were Good, too. Alright, well, time to rescue you from whatever purity-obsessed shit your parents subscribe to, I guess. Do you want me to ride you or do you want to have another first tonight?” Wooyoung asked, reaching out to caress Yeosang’s thigh again. He shivered at the contact, unsure of how to decide. On the one hand, the thought of Wooyoung fucking him into the bed was really tempting. On the other, he wasn’t sure if he was really ready for it. After all, his only sexual experience was that one disaster, and it hadn’t been with a man. Yeosang had never really considered the possibilities that he was currently facing since he’d never had a reason to.

“I’m not sure,” he said, looking away sheepishly.

“Why don’t we go slow then? I can suck you off until you decide if you want,” Wooyoung replied, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of Yeosang’s thigh. This time, the shiver that went through his body was one of happiness. He liked the thought of going slow.

“O-okay. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Ooh, so eager. Mkay. Just lay back—you’re already doing a great job of that—relax, and let me suck the soul out of you,” Wooyoung said with a grin before crawling to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees. Yeosang snorted out a laugh, his nerves calmed for a second, until his heart rate jumped again at the feeling of Wooyoung’s tongue darting out to trace along the length of his shaft.

Yeosang’s head tipped back, a whimper escaping his throat. He tangled a hand in the sheets below him in preparation for what was to come, because that one touch was already the best thing he’d ever felt (besides the outline of Wooyoung’s cock underneath him when they made out earlier). 

Wooyoung looked up at Yeosang, smirking when he saw the older man’s state. He reached up to hold Yeosang’s other hand before closing his other in a fist with the thumb tucked in. 

Yeah, his past lovers may have liked the sound of him gagging, but that didn’t mean Wooyoung had any interest in doing it again. Not that Yeosang had to know that. 

Yeosang, surprised, nearly swatted away Wooyoung’s hand before realizing what he was trying to do. The moment of tenderness was shocking, still. He still was having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that yeah, Wooyoung wasn’t an entirely terrible person. But he was touched (and not just literally). Warmth spread over his face as his fingers entwined with Wooyoung’s, blushing even harder when the younger man winked up at him. 

“You ready?” Wooyoung asked.

“Y-yeah.”

Wooyoung didn’t say a word in response, or in warning, before sinking directly onto Yeosang’s cock. A long, loud moan tore itself from Yeosang’s throat, prompting Wooyoung to try and take him deeper. Yeosang let go of the sheets in order to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair, but gripped Wooyoung’s hand more tightly at the same time. Wooyoung hummed, sending shivers through Yeosang’s spine at the jolt of pleasure that results.

“Fuck, Wooyoung-”

Wooyoung lifted off of Yeosang with a soft pop, then used his free hand to wrap around his cock. He spat directly onto the tip, watching carefully as it dripped down the length of Yeosang’s shaft. Yeosang whimpered at the sight, hips jumping when Wooyoung’s hand began to move up and down. 

“Oh? You like that?” Wooyoung asked, an eyebrow raised. Yeosang nodded frantically, stuttering as he tried to respond.

“Can’t hear you, baby. Speak up for me?”

“F-faster. Please… it feels so g-good,” Yeosang whimpered, hips jumping again when Wooyoung squeezed a little bit. 

“As you wish.”

Wooyoung’s hand sped up as his mouth enveloped Yeosang’s tip again, another moan falling from his mouth. He sucked softly, a little bit harsher when they made eye contact, before lowering his hand towards the base and taking more of Yeosang’s cock into his mouth. He moaned, a bit of drool dripping down Yeosang as he did so, and took him even further in, hollowing his cheeks to coax another groan from Yeosang. 

“Wooyoung, fuck, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good,” Yeosang moaned, trying not to let his hips jump up too much. Another moan released from Wooyoung, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through Yeosang. He let go of the sheets to reach for Wooyoung’s hair, whimpering when the younger man moans again. 

“You going to cum for me?” asked Wooyoung, pulling off of Yeosang with another soft pop. Yeosang started frantically nodding again, and Wooyoung let go of him. A whine fell from Yeosang, who tried to reach for Wooyoung’s now free hand. 

“Not yet, pretty boy. I haven’t even started fucking you yet. Don’t you want to wait for that?”

Yeosang’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. Really, the thought of Wooyoung doing anything was getting him excited, but especially this new one. 

“Y-yes. I… I want to wait for that,” Yeosang said, trying not to whimper. Wooyoung smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against Yeosang’s thigh before climbing back onto the bed. 

“So. Did you decide?”

Yeosang blanked. Decide what…? he wondered, wracking his mind for whatever it was he was supposed to decide on.

“Do you want me to ride you or do you want to try another first…?” Wooyoung began, raising an eyebrow. Yeosang blushed, unsure of what to say.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t decide? Was my mouth just that good?” Wooyoung teased, rubbing Yeosang’s left arm. “That’s okay. Why don’t we save the next few firsts for next time?”

Next time…? Wasn’t this only supposed to be a one time thing? Yeosang, confused, looked up at Wooyoung. “I thought we were only… that this was just supposed to be this once…”

Wooyoung winced, looking a bit guilty at the strain of sadness in Yeosang’s voice. “It is… but I meant in general. The next time you find yourself having sex. I would love for your next person to be me, but you’re right, we did agree it would just be once. And for this one time, I want to pleasure you in a way that you’re comfortable with. I want you to enjoy this, forget that it’s only one time. I don’t want you to regret any of your firsts, so I’m doing preemptive damage control and only allowing one today. Maybe that’s too Good of me, but I care about you too much to be selfish.”

There they were again, both nearly crying from the reality of this situation. Yeosang took a deep breath, then pulled Wooyoung in for another kiss. It’s deeper, more intimate than the others, and they’re both gasping for air by the time they pull apart. 

“You’re right, we should enjoy this. I… I want you to feel good too. Will you be able to? If we skip the other first?” Yeosang whispered, looking up at Wooyoung through his lashes. The younger nearly whimpered at the sight, nodding before pulling him in for another, shorter kiss. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I will, baby. Don’t worry about me, just lay back and let me make you feel good. Can you pass me one of the condoms on the bedside table?” Wooyoung asked, gently pushing Yeosang back down against the pillows. He nodded, reaching for a foil packet and handing it to Wooyoung. Yeosang bit his lip as Wooyoung ripped open the packet with his teeth, letting his gaze wander over the red-haired man’s body while he dealt with the condom. His breath hitched as he took in every little thing, from the way Wooyoung’s skin rippled over his abs to the muscles of his arms. It could very well be the last time they saw each other like this, and Yeosang didn’t want to forget a single detail. 

“Ready?” Wooyoung asked, sliding the condom onto Yeosang after he nods. Yeosang whined, the feeling of Wooyoung’s hand on him again nearly too much after the build-up of anticipation. 

“Let me know if you want to stop, okay?”

“I won’t want t-to,” Yeosang said, pulling Wooyoung in to kiss him. He tilted his head to get a better angle, gasping when Wooyoung cupped his face and kissed him harshly. Soft moans fill the room as they keep kissing, mainly from Yeosang as he let Wooyoung take over. A whimper escaped him when Wooyoung’s tongue slips into his mouth, his hands moving to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair. Wooyoung explores Yeosang’s mouth very thoroughly, pulling him even closer to get a better angle and moaning when he feels Yeosang’s tongue brush against his. 

Reluctantly, the two broke apart to gasp for air, eyes meeting. 

“Okay, let’s do this,” Wooyoung said, then positioned himself above Yeosang. He slowly began to lower himself onto Yeosang’s cock, a soft moan escaping his lips once the older was inside of him. 

“Wait, wait, don’t you need to prep-”

“No, I’m okay. I’m definitely ready for this, Yeosang, don’t worry. Plus, I love feeling stretched like this. Feels so d-damn good,” Wooyoung said, caressing Yeosang’s arm to reassure him. Yeosang nods, whimpering as Wooyoung sunk lower.

Both of them were very vocal messes when Wooyoung finished hilting himself on Yeosang. Eyes closed and head thrown back, Wooyoung started bouncing almost as soon as he met Yeosang’s thighs, moaning loudly. 

“W-wooyoung… oh my God…” Yeosang moaned, reaching out to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips. 

“I know… Fuck you’re so big,” Wooyoung whimpered, hands planted on Yeosang’s chest. A yelp escaped Wooyoung when the angle changed, Yeosang’s cock rubbing against his prostate. Both of them moaned even louder, Yeosang pulling Wooyoung down to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, more just the two of them panting and gasping into each others’ mouths, but the intimacy was still there. 

Yeosang had never felt this good in his entire life. It was almost overwhelming, just having Wooyoung like this. Feeling Wooyoung on his cock, hands on his chest, being able to just touch Wooyoung… it was almost too much. It felt perfect. 

He didn’t even realize how close he was when he came, hips jumping as his cock twitched inside of Wooyoung. Nearly screaming, a loud moan tore from his throat and his back arched while his eyes closed. 

Wooyoung whined as he watched, bouncing harder while trying to reach his high. As soon as Yeosang’s climax ended, he reached out and wrapped a hand around the younger’s cock, stroking it in time with his bounces. Wooyoung moaned, loudly, and came on Yeosang’s chest, whining from overstimulation as Yeosang kept touching him. 

As the two of them came down, Wooyoung’s arms went weak and he collapsed onto Yeosang. The older man put his arms around Wooyoung, holding him close and trying to ignore the sticky cum between them. 

It was peaceful.

Wooyoung

He felt warm. Happy and content. He hadn’t felt that way in a while. Opening his eyes, he realized he’d fallen onto Yeosang, who was running his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. 

“Yeosang,” he whispered. The older man hummed in response.

“We should get you cleaned up.”

“Maybe,” Yeosang whispered. “But I want to just lay here with you. I like it here. I want to cuddle.”

The loving tone of his voice melted Wooyoung’s heart. It made him almost forget what their roles were, what they were supposed to become. Maybe he could ignore it a little bit longer.

“We can cuddle later. Let’s go shower first. The bathroom isn’t that far away,” he said, sitting up. Yeosang’s cock was still nestled inside of him, so he slowly rose on his knees to get up before helping Yeosang off the bed. 

Both of them stumbled towards the door, sheets wrapped around them to cover themselves without worrying about the hassle that was their clothing, discarding the condom in the trashcan on the way out. Wooyoung guided Yeosang to the bathroom, turning the water on before helping Yeosang out of the sheet. 

He’s so pretty, he thought. I want to keep him here. He didn’t dwell on those thoughts any longer, stepping under the water and pulling Yeosang in with him. 

The two of them showered in silence, save for Wooyoung’s soft, simple directions of “turn” and “eyes closed” while he washed Yeosang’s hair. He liked this. Liked the way Yeosang hummed happily, liked how close the older man was to him, liked when Yeosang leaned closer as Wooyoung pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. 

He wished they could stay like this. 

“Youngie,” Yeosang mumbled, his face now buried against Wooyoung’s neck. “I wanna help you.”

“Help me?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yea. My head feels soft. Wanna make your head feel soft, too,” Yeosang mumbled again.

“Soft…?” Wooyoung asked, wondering if maybe Yeosang had slipped into sub space. He’d never been able to make someone do that before, and had no idea what to do. He began to panic a little bit, but his nerves immediately calmed when Yeosang reached for the shampoo bottle.

“Yeah… my hair’s wet, so I can’t tell too well, but it’s soft. I like. It feels good,” the older man mumbled again, opening the bottle. Wooyoung chuckled, then let Yeosang stand on his own. 

“Turn.”

Wooyoung turned.

“Eyes closed.”

His eyes closed. 

“Okay. Don’t fall over.”

“I’m not going to fall over, Yeosang.”

He really liked the feeling of Yeosang washing his hair. He nearly fell asleep, his worries melting away as he concentrated on Yeosang’s hands. 

They’d both really miss it when Yeosang had to go.

So that night, neither of them talked about it. They just held each other close, Yeosang cuddling against Wooyoung’s chest in a way that should have hurt but only made the younger smile. 

The rivalry would be a tomorrow problem. For now, they were just two people who loved each other. Even if that love shouldn’t have existed, it bound them to each other, and neither of them wanted to change that.