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San has always been a bit of a scaredy cat. His best friend, Yunho, a golden retriever hybrid, always joked that he was surprised when he found out San wasn’t a cat hybrid and was in fact just a regular human being. 

It used to be more obvious how easily frightened he could get but he was older now, in his mid twenties, so he had plenty of time to get better at hiding his fear even when he was still feeling it. But putting on a brave face really only worked when he was expecting the panic and fear.

He was not expecting panic and fear when he got up that morning, showered, made his protein shake, and packed his briefcase. 

The garage door swings shut behind San, casting the garage in inky darkness. San hurries to his car. He isn’t afraid of the darkness but he also thinks it’s completely normal and in fact, instinctual to be at least a little afraid of the dark. Before he can lock himself safely into his car and open the garage door for some welcome light, a screeching and flapping sound flies over San’s head. A scream matching the pitch and panic of whatever demon was chasing him through his own garage rips out of his throat. He scrambles for his car keys as the creature continues to flap and scream above him. His sweaty palms attempted to grasp the keys but a grazing of something on his shoulder has him yelping and subsequently tossing the keys into the darkness. They clatter to the ground and slide across the concrete out of sight. 

He’s suddenly stuck, in the darkness , with a demon or a bear or a murderer and he’s not the final girl, that much is very clear . 

Hoping to avoid another collision with whatever is currently haunting his garage, he hunches down and awkwardly runs back towards the garage door where he can switch on the lights and perhaps gain back some of his dignity. He has the fleeting thought that Hongjoong is going to fucking kill him for being late to work – again– and San doesn’t think he will buy his story about nearly getting murdered by a demon in his garage at 8am. 

San flicks the light on and the screeching only gets more panicked and desperate. San braces himself for a fight, raising a fist as he turns around and faces the– oh , it’s a bat. He lowers his raised fist as he watches the tiny black creature fly frantically around the ceiling of his garage… or at least attempt to. The bat is dipping down every now and then, like he’s struggling to keep himself above the ground, and that’s when San notices the bat’s right wing flapping at a staggered pace. The bat is injured. 

San feels his head and heart battling it out as he tries to think of a quick solution. He should open the garage door, get in his car– make it to work on time –and just hope that the bat finds its way out. That would be the reasonable, adult , thing to do but San has always been overly emotional, prone to thinking with his heart and dealing with the consequences of impulsive and sentimental decision making at a later date. But the bat is injured and clearly stressed. The poor thing may have been attacked and it was definitely in pain if the head splitting screams were anything to go by; he needed to help the small creature, work be damned. 

Working quickly, San races back inside to grab supplies. He returns to the garage looking like an absolute buffoon with an oversized helmet that used to be Yunho’s on his head, pink oven mitts up to his elbows– he doesn’t want to get bit and end up with rabies –a laundry basket, and a broom. He’ll just nudge the animal into the basket and then figure it out from there.

That was the plan at least.

It turns out catching a scared and stubborn bat was much harder than he thought it would be. San huffs in frustration after ten minutes of running around his garage like an idiot trying to shoo the bat into the basket. He comes to a stop, hunched over and gripping his knees while he attempts to catch his breath.

“Listen here, Mr. Bat, I am just trying to help you,” San whines as he rights himself and approaches it once again. “Please just get into the basket and I promise I won’t hurt you, okay?”

The bat is also breathing heavily from their chase. It slumps down on top of his car in a heap of exhaustion and San uses the brief break it takes from flying to inch closer with the basket outstretched. The bat’s dark eyes frantically search San’s face, almost like –almost like he can understand San, but that’s crazy, right?

San takes a few more tentative steps towards it and lowers his voice to a tone that he hopes is soothing. “This is what we’ll do, you get in the basket and I’ll take you inside, where it’s much warmer, and I can patch up your wing,” San lowers his voice further, nearly whispering now, and holds eye contact with the rounded black eyes, “You can trust me.”

The bat looks down at his limp wing, a large tear now visible to San, and then back towards San and his basket. Maybe bat’s were smarter than humans gave them credit for.

Finally, San is as close as he dares, arm outstretched with the basket and what he hopes is a warm smile, an offering . 

The bat looks at the basket again and then crawls slowly towards it, making sure to watch San’s every move as it does. San holds his breath and tries not to coo at the cute way it sniffs his hand, his small black nose twitching over his skin. 

San did not expect panic or fear that morning when he stepped into his garage and he certainly didn’t expect the small, adorable , animal to forgo his basket offering and instead crawl up his arm and hook his little thumbs into the holes of his cable knit sweater. 

San gasps quietly as the creature presses itself into his chest and nuzzles his tiny face into his neck. San’s no bat expert but the action surely has to be odd for one. As far as he knew bats were not especially friendly with humans and were by no means domesticated pets, so this one practically draping over San and pushing his face into his neck was… unusual. Maybe the creature was truly just exhausted from flying for who knows how long with a ripped wing or maybe it was going to bite San at any moment and he was going to die of rabies in his fucking garage , but either way San moves back inside his home to do as he promised.

It’s nearly nine o’clock, an hour past when he was supposed to be at work, and San is staring down at the little bat that’s still curled up on his chest, now with his eyes closed and breathing even. 

“I don’t know, hyung. It was just in my garage when I left for work.” San presses the phone closer to his ear and tries to resist the urge to stroke a finger down over the bat’s back lest he awaken it and break the fragile trust that they seem to have built. Typing could be heard on the other line. Seonghwa, Hongjoong’s partner and one of San’s co-workers, had called a few minutes ago when he had failed to show up for work. Luckily, the couple were some of his closest friends, and when he explained the situation, accompanied by photos for proof, they let him have the morning off. Seonghwa, however, was like San and his big heart meant that he wanted to assist however he could. 

“Okay, well they eat insects, fruit, and pollen, so I guess fruit is your best bet,” Seonghwa rambles. “Do you even have any fruit?”

San scoffs in offense but still moves towards the kitchen to check, he actually does have fruit– success . “Of course I have fruit, hyung, I’m an adult,” He says proudly as he grabs the browning bananas off the counter and begins chopping them into thin slices. “Does it say anything about how I can fix his wing?”

“His wing?,” Seonghwa questions as the typing begins again. “How do you know it’s male?”

San looks down and sees the bat, awake again, staring up at him with round eyes and a twitching nose, he smiles. “I’m pretty sure I saw his balls.” San lifts a slice of banana to the bat and watches as he leans forward and gnaws on the sweet fruit, his lips smacking in satisfaction. 

Seonghwa snorts, “Gross , okay, it says that bats' wings heal fairly quickly and they can heal on their own. He just can’t fly around on it while it’s healing.”

San picks up another slice, “Did you hear that? No flying until your wing is healed.”

“You do realize that that is a wild bat and he cannot understand you, right?” Seonghwa muses with an air of disbelief. San hums his confirmation distractedly as he watches the adorable creature eat another slice of banana. “ San-ah ,” Seonghwa says in a tone so close to that of his actual mother, “you can’t keep him when the wing heals– you probably shouldn’t even keep him right now. Everything online says to release him and call a wildlife rehabilitator.”

San frowns as he strokes his pointer finger over the bat’s soft head, finally allowing himself to give into the urge. The bat pushes his head further into San’s finger and San feels his frown practically melt off.

“I know, Hwa. I promise I’ll let him go once he’s healed,” San mumbles as the bat lightly chews and licks the remaining sweetness from his thumb, careful to not let his sharp fangs sink into the flesh. 

“I won’t make him stay. I won’t get attached.”

~

San gets a little attached.

The next few days pass with a new routine. San gets up, showers, makes himself breakfast, feeds Jagi –the bat– from the expansive fruit collection that he now has, and then he goes to work. Everyday when he gets home Jagi immediately crawls out from his nest of blankets that San set up on his bed and reaches his thumbs out until San scoops him up and lets him crawl to whichever spot he pleases, practically using San as his own personal jungle gym. 

Today is no different, at least it starts that way, but instead of arriving home alone that Friday, he has Hongjoong and Seonghwa in tow for their weekly Friday night dinners which are normally held at the couple’s house. This week Seonghwa had begged for them to meet at San’s. The more pictures the older man saw of Jagi, the more desperate he became to meet the cute creature. Hongjoong had just rolled his eyes and threatened to fire San if he got rabies. 

Now, they all stand in San’s bedroom staring down at the little black bat as he yawns and stretches his thumbs up, clearly waiting for San to pick him up, as he usually does. But before he can the bat blinks his large eyes open and startles at the extra sets of eyes. Despite San pestering him not to fly, the bat immediately flies into San’s chest and peaks over his shoulder to stare at the new people in their space. 

Seonghwa immediately coos and steps forward, placing a casual hand on San’s lower back to get a closer look. The bat’s ears shoot up straight and he crawls higher up onto San’s shoulder. San watches, out of the corner of his eye, as the little bat stretches out his wings, mostly healed, making himself larger and begins hissing and flapping the large appendages towards Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa jumps and squeals, stepping away from San and back into Hongjoong. Hongjoong pulls the man towards him by the waist, protectively, and frowns at San who’s quick to pull the bat off of his shoulder and towards his chest, shocked by the aggression that he had yet to see from the bat. Even when San had startled him in the garage he had never been aggressive, just scared. 

“Damn it, San-ah, I told you I didn’t want to get rabies,” Hongjoong grumbles as he strokes over Seonghwa’s back and glares at the beady-eyed bat in San’s arms. 

San strokes a reassuring finger over the bat’s head and pouts, “He’s never done that before, I’m sorry, Hwa-hyung.”

Seonghwa plants a placating hand on his steaming husband’s shoulder and huffs out a laugh. “It’s okay, Sannie, I think I just startled him. I should have waited before just rushing towards him,” Seonghwa steps out of Hongjoong’s hold, despite his affronted protest. “Hi, sweet thing, I’m sorry I spooked you. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Seonghwa says gently as he offers out his open palm for the creature to sniff.

San watches as the bat refuses to look away from Seonghwa’s eyes and sniff his hand. “ Jagi ,” The bat immediately looks up at him and tilts his head in confusion. “This is Seonghwa-hyung and Hongjoong-hyung, they’re my best friends that I told you about.” 

Hongjoong scoffs from behind Seonghwa, “San-ah, he’s a bat , he doesn’t understand what you’re saying.”

The bat turns back to look at Hongjoong and hisses again, baring his fangs and clinging tighter to San’s chest. Hongjoong yelps, cowering further behind Seonghwa. Seonghwa bursts into a fit of giggles at his husband's cowardice, gaining back the curious attention from the bat. 

“I don’t know, Joongie, it kinda seems like he understands.” As if to prove his point he steps forward into San’s space again and asks, “Can I touch you, little one?” The bat looks up at San again and San nods encouragingly, a fond smile pulling at his mouth, and that’s all the bat seems to need as he pushes his head into Seonghwas awaiting palm. Seonghwa coos and pets over his head. 

They all end up in the kitchen after the introduction. San, with the little bat clinging to his back, and Seonghwa hovering over the stove as they cook their meal. Hongjoong remains perched at the island, far away from the cooking and far away from the little bat that continues to glare at him despite having quickly warmed up to Seonghwa. 

They share a meal and Hongjoong finally caves and feeds the bat a slice of mango earning a chirp from him and a lick over his thumb. Hongjoong tries to pretend that the act doesn’t melt his heart but Seonghwa and San can see the fond smile curling over his lips. San feels a proud smile on his own face and he knows he’s already hopelessly attached.

At the end of the night they all curl up on the couch with some movie they’ve seen a million times playing quietly in the background. Seonghwa is curled up under Hongjoong’s arm and the little bat is spread out across San’s warm chest with San’s finger mindlessly stroking his fuzzy back. He stares down at the small animal and can’t help the smile that seems to have been permanently glued to his face since he found the bat a week ago.

“His wing is almost healed,” Seonghwa observes quietly so as to not wake the sleeping creature. San feels the smile slide off of his face. He knew the wing was pretty much fully healed, expected that by Monday the little bat would no longer need him and would be ready to return to his natural habitat, but the thought made his heart feel like it was sitting heavy in his stomach instead of beating rhythmically in his chest. The thought of never seeing him again elicits unwarranted wetness to gather in his eyes. Seonghwa must see his glazed over eyes or the wobbly downturn of his lip because he’s sitting up and running a comforting hand through San’s hair before the first tear can escape. “ Oh, Sannie . I thought you weren’t going to get attached,” Seonghwa whispers with no real accusation, sadness heavy in his own voice. 

San gasps for air as he tries to keep more tears from falling, jolting the little bat on his chest awake. He strokes the bat once more to try and coax him back to sleep but as usual he seems to understand more than he lets on as he crawls up and presses his nose into San’s cheek, licking away the few tears that had broken free.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he says to Seonghwa or the little bat, he’s not sure. “But I won’t let my feelings affect what’s best for him. I know he needs to go home on Monday, I won’t make him stay, I promise.” Seonghwa doesn’t say anything, just continues to stroke his hair as his tears wet the bat’s fur.

And he means it; he will let the little bat go come Monday evening.

~

San is grumpy all through work on Monday. The bat’s wing had fully healed by Sunday but he selfishly clung to the fact that he had promised to let him go on Monday. Now it was Monday and San was stuck in a perpetual loop of anger at himself for getting so attached and sadness at never seeing his little Jagi again. 

He stalls the whole way home, stopping for gas prematurely and grabbing some fresh bananas unnecessarily. Now that he’s home, and no longer has any excuses, he knows he needs to go inside and release the little bat. 

He gathers his briefcase and the bananas and makes his way inside. “Jagi, I’m home,” he calls out into the apartment. He expects to hear the little chirps that usually greet him or even the flapping of his wings now that he can properly fly again, but nothing comes. The overwhelming feeling of dread is dumped over him like ice water. Had the little bat left on his own? Had he hurt himself again? San rushes to his bedroom, where the bat spent most of his time, and instead of being greeted by an empty bed or an injured bat, he sees legs, tan and long, stretched out over his duvet. A man, one that San does not know , is casually draped over his pillows in a black tank top that dips low over his collarbones and black shorts–San’s clothes–that are bunched up around muscular thighs. San would have screamed and immediately dialed 9-1-1 had it not been for the large, pointed ears poking out of long glossy black hair and the thin tail wrapped around his bare thigh.

“Hi handsome, are you gonna scream and chase me with a broom again?”

San can hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. The man is gorgeous with his lean but clearly muscular build, golden skin, and inky black hair curling around his neck. He’s obviously a hybrid–a bat hybrid at that, which meant that this was Jagi, this was the little bat he had been feeding and cuddling with for the past week. 

San’s met lots of hybrids before, his friends Yunho and Yeosang were both dog hybrids, but most hybrids were dogs and cats with the rare fox or wolf scattered around. San had never met a bat hybrid before and he was struggling to wrap his head around the fact that he had been taking care of one for so many days without knowing, not to mention that San had grown rather attached to the little creature who turned out to be a whole ass man . 

Jagi was sweet and affectionate as well as a bit mischievous. The bat had spent the week hanging off of San at every chance possible. When San was cooking the little bat clung to his back and watched San over his shoulder. When San went outside to water his garden the little bat would hang off of his pant leg and sniff every flower he got close enough to. When San placed the little bat in his nest before retreating to the bathroom to shower he would come out of the shower and shriek when he found the little bat waiting for him inside the bathroom with what could only be described as amusement on his face.

The past week has been one of the happiest San has experienced in a while. When Yunho had moved out to live with his boyfriend, San had been excited to have some more privacy and alone time. Yunho was a great roommate but the dog hybrid was full of energy and extremely outgoing. San appreciated Yunho’s ability to get San out of the house and to meet new people but San was an introvert, a homebody, and sometimes he just wanted to be at home curled up with a good book. 

But lately San had been feeling a tad bit lonely. All of his friends had partners and while they never rubbed it in and always included him, it did suck to be the only single person in a room full of happy couples. Having the little bat around had made San feel less alone. He had someone to take care of and dote on, something he so craved, and an endless amount of physical affection, something his friends were not as fond of as he was. But now San’s little, already unrealistic , fantasy of keeping the bat as a pet, was tarnished. 

“Ah, ha ,” San chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, a blush at his, frankly embarrassing, previous behavior creeping up his neck and settling high on his cheeks. “Sorry about that, Jagi, I didn’t realize you were a hybrid.”

The bat hybrid huffs out a laugh and slides off of his bed, he moves like silk as he wanders closer to San, practically hanging off of him again, just further confirming that this was indeed his little bat. 

“I’m just teasing you, Sannie,” The hybrid grins up at him with that same mischievous glint in his brown eyes, his tongue poking from between his teeth. San feels his pulse quicken at how pretty he is up close, a small dot nestled underneath one of his eyes that San so badly wants to rest his thumb over. “And while I do love the pet name, my actual name is Wooyoung.” 

Wooyoung . San feels like he’s lost all ability to think and form sentences as he stares down at the little bat hybrid. He feels his eyes move unconsciously to trace the long line of his neck and the expansive amount of skin that’s on display. San can see the jut of his collarbone at the top of his tank top and the curve and dip of his chest before it plunges back below the fabric. There is drool pooling in his mouth at the plump pink lips that are pulled into a smirk and showing off a second dot peeking out of the tantalizing mouth that San so desperately wants to taste. 

It’s not that San is a virgin or even inexperienced, it’s just that it's been a while since he’s been with anyone– romantically – and San didn’t find the idea of one night stands particularly appealing. He preferred to know and care for his partners before entering the bedroom as it made him feel more comfortable with the interaction, but right now San felt that rule balancing on the edge of broken. Wooyoung was San’s walking wet dream, all lithe limbed and teasing attitude. He was affectionate and loving while also taunting San with expert precision; joking but not hurtful, playful yet doting, and San is putty in his – large – hands. He’s screwed and he desperately needs this boy’s phone number. He knows he’s not unattractive, is aware of the hungry looks he gets when he shows off his arms or raises a domineering eyebrow at someone across the club, but Wooyoung feels like a beloved treasure that a pirate might lock away in a chest and then bury beneath the sea in order to protect, unobtainable, special . But San has to at least try or he knows he’ll regret it for the rest of his life.

San clears his throat awkwardly, “Hi Wooyoung, I’m Choi San.”

“I know,” Wooyoung’s smile is practically predatory as he not so subtly checks San out as well before dropping the smile and stepping out of San’s radius. He moves towards the door like he owns the place and San follows after him like a lovesick puppy, in his own home . “Thanks for taking care of me for the past week. That could have ended really badly if you hadn’t found me.”

San feels like he’s in a daze, his brain to mouth filter shut off and his conscience taking a five minute break, “Hard not to find you, you were screeching so loud.” San realizes what he’s said when Wooyoung turns back to look at him with a shocked expression. He slaps a hand over his mouth and curses himself internally for his absolute horrendous inability to flirt.

Thankfully, Wooyoung only looks shocked for a moment before a high pitched cackle bursts out of him, “Oh Sannie, you are just perfect aren’t you?”

The comment has a large, satisfied smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Wooyoung’s laugh is as pretty as his face and San is elated to have pulled such a sound from him, intent on getting him to repeat it, intent on discovering what other sounds he could elicit from the little bat hybrid. 

“And you have dimples? God this is so unfair ,” Wooyoung mutters to himself as he stops in front of San’s garage door, the very same door that San brought him in through just days earlier. Wooyoung rests his hand on the handle of the door and the realization that his little bat is leaving through it sends a surge of panic through his heart. 

“What? You’re leaving?”

“I have my own life, San-ah, and I’ve been missing from it for over a week. My friends will be worried about me, I don’t usually disappear for this long,” Wooyoung explains. “And besides, I think after hanging off of you and seeing you shirtless for a week straight, I might have a tiny crush on you.” Wooyoung pushes down on the handle but San reflexively reaches out and grabs his wrist. His heart is aching like it might just give out if the little bat walks away from him.

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” Wooyoung sighs sadly and avoids San’s eye before nodding hesitantly and biting down onto the dot decorating his lower lip. “Then can I at least get your number so I can ask you out on a proper date?” San asks, hoping that the desperate plea in his voice is unnoticeable. 

Wooyoung’s eyebrows shoot up, his eyes round and shocked, and his mouth drops open. 

“B–but you– you have a boyfriend.” 

It’s San’s turn to be shocked, he definitely doesn’t have a boyfriend, at least not yet but he’s hoping Wooyoung can help him out with that one.

“Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend. In fact you would probably tease me if you knew how long it had been since I had one,” San chuckles, hand loosening and sliding down Wooyoung’s arm to gently hold his hand.

“The dog hybrid that you always smell like– his scent is all over this place, he’s your boyfriend,” Wooyoung tells him, disbelief still painted across his delicate features. 

San tilts his head, “Yunho?” Wooyoung nods. “He’s not my boyfriend, he’s one of my best friends. He used to live here and we spend a lot of time together which is probably why I smell like him but he is definitely not my boyfriend. Remember that other dog hybrid I told you about? The doberman?” 

Wooyoung slowly nods again, “Yeosang.”

“Yes! That’s Yunho’s boyfriend,” San assures, squeezing the warm hand that Wooyoung had yet to pull away. 

Realization washes over Wooyoung’s face and is quickly replaced by something that San can’t quite identify.

“Oh. Oh ,” Wooyoung says before stepping around San again and grabbing a pen from his counter. “Well in that case, yes,” Wooyoung uncaps the pen with his mouth and scribbles a number onto San’s palm.

“Yes?” San can smell his peach shampoo in Wooyoung’s hair and the thought of Wooyoung in his shower, using his shampoo, is sending heat straight to his crotch and making it harder for him to understand what it is that Wooyoung is saying yes to. 

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you,” Wooyoung caps the pen again and tucks it into the pocket of San’s dress shirt, patting it lightly. He curses quietly and then squeezes his pec quickly before retracting his hand. “I do really need to get going but that’s my phone number. You better text me, Choi San ,” Wooyoung smirks at the dopey expression he’s sure is plastered across his face and then slinks out the door with a soft giggle. 

San clutches his hand with the number scrawled across it close to his chest like it was the most precious gem as he closes his eyes and wills his pulse to slow and heat to stop pooling in his belly. He only lets himself bask in the giddy excitement for a moment before he hurries off to save the number lest it be smudged off by the nervous sweat prickling his fingers and he lose his little bat forever. 

~

San🧺🍌👅💦

Hi Wooyoung! It’s San… from before.

Like before as in when you were a bat.

Wooyoung🦇

yes san i know who you are

San🧺🍌👅💦

Oh! Great!

Um, I was hoping you would go on a date with me sometime?

If you want!

No pressure!

Wooyoung🦇

san-ah i already agreed to go on a date with you

San🧺🍌👅💦

Right!

But that was yesterday… so I just wanted to make sure.

Wooyoung🦇

🙄

yes sannie i still want to go on a date with you

San🧺🍌👅💦

Really?😁

Alright!

I was thinking you could come over and I could make you dinner…?

Wooyoung🦇

at home date?

trying to get in my pants already sannie?😈

San🧺🍌👅💦

Oh!

No!

Wooyoung🦇

🤨

San🧺🍌👅💦

I mean not no.

Of course I want to get in your pants.

No! Wait–

Wooyoung🦇

???

San🧺🍌👅💦

What I mean is I thought that it would be romantic if I made you dinner.

Wooyoung🦇

sannie~

that’s so sweet

but i watched you cook dinner with seonghwa-hyung and…

well you really shouldn’t be allowed to cook anything except meat

and i can’t eat meat soooooo

San🧺🍌👅💦

🫣

Was I really that bad?

Wooyoung🦇

it’s cute

but yes

San🧺🍌👅💦

🥲

Wooyoung🦇

how about we make dinner together and i teach you

San🧺🍌👅💦

 That sounds really fun! I’d like that.

Wooyoung🦇

are you free on friday? 

San🧺🍌👅💦

I would quite literally cancel any plans that I have to see you again.

But yes.

Wooyoung🦇

🫦

see you friday sannie~ 

~

The doorbell ringing jolts San off of the couch where he’d been sitting and staring at the wall for the last half hour. He didn’t mean to get dressed so early but he was excited … and nervous. 

Even though he’d already spent a week with Wooyoung it still felt like the first time he was really meeting him. He worried that they wouldn’t be compatible or that Wooyoung had only agreed to the date because he felt like he owed San for taking care of him. 

He just wanted it to go well because despite every warning possible from Seonghwa and Hongjoong, he had gotten quite attached to the little bat. 

He hoped Wooyoung had gotten a little attached to him too. 

San hurries to the door and wrenches it open. Wooyoung is holding a bouquet of purple tulips in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. His smile stretches across his whole face when San opens the door, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He steps aside and lets the smiling hybrid inside. The pointy black ears on his head twitch and swivel as he steps inside and moves towards the kitchen with the comfortability that can only come from having spent day in and day out there for a whole week. San melts as watched Wooyoung flit around his space like he’s meant to be there. His thin black tail swishes coyly behind him as he sets the wine on the counter and turns back toward where San is still frozen in admiration. 

“These are for you, Sannie,” Wooyoung says with another wide smile. 

“Purple is my favorite color,” San mutters as he takes the flowers and moves to put them in a vase. “Thank you, Jagi–” San stops mid sentence when he realizes the slip, eyes flicking over to the hybrid in quiet panic. 

Wooyoung giggles and peeks inside the grocery bag full of items that he had requested San buy. He doesn’t seem upset by the slip, San’s not even sure he noticed, he feels his shoulders relax.

Despite his earlier worries, he and Wooyoung fall into an easy routine. Wooyoung stirs the food and adds ingredients while San dutifully cuts up the vegetables and hands him spices. They chat idly, laughing about their first meeting and the chaos that had followed. Wooyoung talks about his friends Mingi and Jongho and how they had nearly called the police to try and locate him after he didn’t come home. 

It’s light and they work surprisingly well together as they navigate the kitchen. Wooyoung is a far better cook than San and that’s made painfully clear when they sit down at the table to eat. 

“Holy fuck it’s so good, Young-ah,” San moans around his fork. He shovels more food into his mouth as Wooyoung’s melodic laugh fills the space. San likes the way Wooyoung’s laugh fills the room, likes the way his food coats the room in spice and warmth, but mostly he just likes Wooyoung in his space. 

“Thank you, I would hope so since I am a chef.” 

San looks at him with round eyes, “Now I’m even more embarrassed that you’ve seen me cook so terribly.”

It feels so natural the way they clear their plates and then stand over the sink together, sides pressed tightly together. San washes the dishes and Wooyoung dries them and the conversation never feels awkward or stunted. Even the silences that fall between them are comfortable, natural. San doesn't often feel so immediately at ease with other people but something about Wooyoung feels right, like he was meant to fly into San’s garage and fill his lonely home with light and San was meant to take him in and care for him .

The thought reminds San of something he meant to ask Wooyoung when he first realized he was a hybrid but was too distracted to ask in the moment.

“Young-ah?” San breaks the silence.

“Hm?” Wooyoung hums as he places the last plate on the drying rack, turning towards the wine and moving to uncork it.

“How did you end up in my garage?”

Wooyoung puts the wine glasses down with a soft clink and exhales shakily. San notices the way his knuckles go white from gripping the counter. He hadn’t expected his question to make Wooyoung so uneasy, assuming it was some silly story like so many others that he seemed to have. 

San steps closer to him and carefully places a hand over his where it had locked onto the edge. It seems to snap the hybrid out of it because he releases the counter and continues pouring the wine. 

A glass is pushed into San’s hand and then Wooyoung is moving towards the couch; San follows because he thinks he’d follow him anywhere.

Wooyoung takes a long sip before placing the glass on the table and subconsciously stroking his tail. 

“It’s a long story and not a super fun one.”

San turns his body towards Wooyoung and because he’s feeling brave, and he hates the frown tugging on his pouty lips, he reaches over and places his hand over the hybrid’s knee, “I don’t mind listening.”

Wooyoung lets out a heavy sigh and scoots closer, his tail wrapping around San’s ankle like he’s using San’s steady presence to ground himself. “I work at a restaurant a few miles away from here, The Black Cat Nero, and well…”  He takes in a shaky breath and his tail curls tighter. San feels himself holding his breath and strokes his thumb over the warm skin of his leg, hoping to soothe them both. “My ex showed up… again . We dated for two years but I broke up with him a few months ago. I should have done it sooner, I knew he was bad news but sometimes–sometimes he treated me like I was… worth something .” San feels his hair stand on end and his jaw clench. Anger’s an ugly emotion that San hates feeling but in that moment he stokes the flames. 

“You are worth something, Jagi, I–”

Wooyoung squeezes his ankle and nods, a small smile curling at his lips. “I know. I know that now , Sannie, but at the time I had such low self-esteem and I so desperately wanted to feel loved and cherished… and he made me feel that way, until he would snatch it away from me and show me the true cruelty he was hiding.” His eyes gloss over and he chuckles wetly. “He was my first love, my first boyfriend and–and it was hard to understand that I deserved to be loved and cherished all of the time and not just when he could sense he was losing control of me.” San’s unoccupied hand curls into a fist, that rage simmering low in his stomach and churning it to the point that he feels as if he might be sick. 

The thought that someone could see Wooyoung–sweet, loving, Wooyoung– and exploit his insecurities for–for what San didn’t even know, filled him with irrevocable, searing hot rage. San reaches out and gently swipes away the tears gliding down Wooyoung’s cheek. He leans into San’s warm palm and sighs. “But Jongho and Mingi helped me realize what he was doing, helped me get away. I stayed with them up until a few weeks ago. Without him I was finally able to get my dream job and now I have my own place…” He smiles up at San, relief seeping through his every pore as he tells San about his undeniable strength and resilience. San wants to pull him into his arms and kiss every tear away until only the relief is left but the blissful face is quickly stolen by furrowed brows and sharp teeth tugging at his plump lower lip.

A sharp ragged breath snags in his throat but he continues, “But then last week I got a text from  him. He–He begged for me to forgive him or to give him a second chance and I almost caved, San.” Tears cascade down his face faster and he looks at San with wide, panicked eyes. “But I told him no.” San wants to holler with happiness, his heart pounding with pride for how strong his little Jagi is. “I told him no and I blocked him. I was, God , I was so proud of myself.” He wipes messily at the tears and snot. His smile wobbles and San’s heart cracks. “But he showed up last week, at my job , and I was so s-scared–,” His breath catches in his throat and his hands are trembling now, struggling to wipe away the rapidly falling tears. San cups them lightly and pulls them towards his chest, letting them rest over his pounding heartbeat. Wooyoung locks eyes with him and smiles gratefully, taking a steady deep breath matching San’s own. “I was so scared, Sannie, so I–I ran. I ran out the back but he must have seen me because when I looked back he was running after me.”

San’s heartbeat is racing underneath Wooyoung’s fingertips and he feels his own hot tears begin to trickle down his cheeks despite his desperate attempts to keep them at bay, to be strong for Wooyoung. “Young-ah, you can stop if–” He shakes his head quickly and takes a few more deep breaths.

“No, I need to talk about it. I want to share it…with you.” San nods and pulls him closer, desperate to try and shield him from the world, to wrap him in his warmth. “He was running after me so I panicked and shifted. I figured I could fly faster than he could run but I was flying too fast and I kept looking back to see if he was there and then I snagged my wing on a branch and I knew I wouldn’t be able to fly away anymore so I flew into your garage to hide. I figured I would just crawl out after he left but you closed the door before I could and well… you know the rest.” 

San lets out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, the weight of what brought Wooyoung into his life sitting heavily in his gut. Anger and despair curls together in his chest and holds him hostage as his brain desperately tries to make sense of the situation. 

“Wooyoung, I–” He brushes a hand through his own hair and squeezes Wooyoung’s trembling hands that still rest over his stuttering heartbeat. “I’m so sorry that anyone has ever made you feel like love was something you needed to earn .” He bites his lip in a feeble attempt to keep his own voice from shaking. “And I’m sorry that I unknowingly trapped you in my garage. You must have been so scared–and you were injured! Oh my god. ” 

A chuckle bubbles up in Wooyoung’s throat at the adorable worried face pulling at San’s eyebrows. “Sannie , you didn’t know.” Wooyoung scoots into his space and pulls his strong arms around him. His nose pushes into San’s throat and San’s breath hitches for an entirely different reason. 

Wooyoung giggles at how easily affected San is by his affection. He swipes his nose down to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, snuffling heavily. A hybrid sniffing and scenting someone is a vulnerable act, one usually only done when a hybrid deeply trusts someone. It’s instinctual, the ability to deeply understand and know someone, something that humans couldn’t even dare to comprehend. San is touched by the intimacy of the act, goosebumps prickling at his skin.

“You saved me. I wasn’t able to shift back because of the injury and it would have taken me days to crawl home in my bat form. It could have been a lot worse for me but you took me in and helped me without complaint. You showed me love and kindness when you didn’t even realize that I was a hybrid.” Wooyoung breathes heavily at his neck and then rubs his own over it. “And I quite enjoyed hanging off of you for a week,” He whispers, lips pressed to the shell of his ear, his tone low and dripping saccharine.

A shiver shakes his body beneath the hybrids' own. “Yeah?” He chuckles nervously, “I got quite attached to you… if I’m being honest.”

Another sweet giggle fills the space. “Mhm, I could tell, ” The rubbing on his neck turns to soft kisses trailing over every inch. San feels the need to squirm in Wooyoung’s addictive embrace, overwhelmed by how easily the sweet words and soft touches are riling him up. “You’re very easy to read, San-ah.” The bold statement is followed by Wooyoung’s sinful tongue licking up the column of his throat, eliciting a groan from him before he can control himself. 

Denying the statement would be fruitless now as his eyes fall shut under the hybrid's ministrations, his body responding with panting gasps and a slight rocking of his hips. The soft tail, still curled around his ankle, circles tighter as Wooyoung practically climbs into his lap. His hands hover over the hybrid, too nervous and distracted to figure out where to touch. 

San has always been seen as the more dominant partner in a relationship, his wide shoulders and thick biceps immediately indicating to most people that he must be itching to dominate and control, but the truth always shocked his partners. It was like his brain shut off when he was aroused. His head got fuzzy and his thoughts slowed down like they were struggling through syrup to get to his brain. Instead of being fueled by control and power, he was writhing with desperation and pathetic mewls for attention. 

It was part of the reason that he so often opted for relationships before sex because that gave him the chance to explain his preferences in the bedroom. Unfortunately, it had ended a majority of his relationships and left him pent up in the process. Which was evident as he rocked his pulsing erection up into the swell of Wooyoung’s ass in his lap, already leaking in his pants and precariously close to the edge for how little Wooyoung had actually touched him. God he was already so obsessed.

It was all happening so fast and San hadn’t had a chance to explain anything to Wooyoung yet. Anxiety and panic swallows him whole in a matter of seconds causing him to slowly push the hybrid back. “Woah, hold on.” 

Wooyoung slides off of his lap and looks up at him, his own eyes wide with panic. San can practically see the self-deprecating thoughts forming behind Wooyoung’s eyes, making him desperate to explain himself and clear things up before hurt could settle in.

“I, uhm ,” he feels heat rise to his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck, “I usually top…” He flinches at the clunky way he says it and the stilted air it creates between them. Wooyoung raises a singular eyebrow but the worry melts off his face into amusement and San is happy that he is no longer panicked, even if it is at his own expense. 

“That’s fine, I like it both ways,” Wooyoung chuckles out. “Is…that all?”

San’s brain short circuits for a second as he pictures Wooyoung above him, sliding his cock in and out of his dripping hole. He shakes his head to erase the tantalizing image, another time . Right now his cock is throbbing with need and he wants nothing more than to be buried to the hilt in Wooyoung’s round ass.

Despite the overwhelming horniness that’s currently coursing through him, anxiety still lingers at the question. There is more he needs to share but he’s terrified that Wooyoung will reject him like so many had before. He looks at the sweet curiosity in Wooyoung’s amber eyes and feels the soothing stroke of his thumb over San’s knee and comfort washes over him.

Maybe Wooyoung was different. 

He takes a shaky breath and meets Wooyoung’s eye, “I usually top but I’m not very…, uh , dominant .” He presses his lips together and watches as different emotions pass over Wooyoung’s features. They flicker by too fast for him to identify what they might mean. Wooyoung’s thumb stills for a moment before resuming its slow circles.

“Oh!” The surprised sound spurs him on, desperate to explain himself and get Wooyoung to stay .

“I just get in my own head and pleasure kind of takes over and I’m not very good at being mean–I mean I know that’s not what being a dom is but there is a certain firmness that–” 

His sentence is cut short by the press of Wooyoung’s lips against his own. It’s a firm press, not hurried but persistent . San gasps beneath the intensity and Wooyoung groans into his open mouth, licking inside slowly like he’s savoring the taste. San melts under Woyooung’s touch, that fuzzy feeling already draping over every moment like silk. Wooyoung doesn’t seem put off by it either, instead he pulls San in by the back of his neck and licks deeper into his mouth, swallowing every quiet mewl that San lets out. 

“That’s fine, I like being in control,” Wooyuong pants in between desperate licks and nips at his lips. “And you’re just so sweet , God , this is gonna be fun.” San moans again as Wooyoung stands, pulling San up with him and quickly returning to the frenzied kiss as he guides San down his own hallway.

They don’t make it all the way down the hall before Wooyoung is pushing him up against the first wall that he comes across. He presses his thigh between San’s legs and grips his hips harshly. Wooyoung smirks against his cheek as he lets his head fall back and a moan rip out of his throat. Wooyoung grinds his thigh harder against the apparent bulge in San’s pants and he nearly collapses from the pressure. His hips kick forward pathetically and Wooyung just chuckles in his ear as he nibbles at his ear.

“So sensitive, San-ah, and you sound so pretty.” San moans again at the praise, rutting his hips forward again, searching for that delicious friction. Wooyoung licks up the column of his throat and bites at his jugular. “You just want someone to take care of you, hm?” San nods his head and drops his mouth open on another gasp when Wooyoung bites down and sucks at his neck. His fingers twitch at his side but he doesn't dare reach out to touch, not without permission. “Just want someone to take you apart, my sweet Sannie.” San whines and shakes his head. Wooyoung pulls back in confusion. 

San squirms in his tight grip and looks up at the ceiling. “Not someone,” he mumbles. Wooyoung traces a soft hand along his jaw, forcing him to make eye contact again.

“What was that, angel?”

San squirms again and tries to look away, Wooyoung’s dark eyes looking at him and swirling with arousal is too much for him to handle. He’s embarrassed by how deeply devoted he already feels for the little bat crowding him against the wall. “I said, not someone. Just you. J-Just want you to take me apart.”

Wooyoung’s eyes grow impossibly darker at the sweet words, at the swoop he feels in his belly from how innocent and docile San looks under him. This large man with rippling muscles and sharp features looks so small under him and Wooyoung wants nothing more than to see him crying and begging to fuck him. 

“Fuck –” Wooyoung doesn’t even finish his own sentence before diving back in to kiss those plush pink lips. “Yeah, baby, I’ll take care of you, just me .” San moans at the possessive words, letting himself be manhandled towards his bedroom. Wooyoung’s ears are pressed back slightly with arousal and his tail sways back and forth excitedly as he pushes San across the threshold and towards the bed that he’d spent the last week nesting in. His scent is all over the room, San’s bedroom , and it only fuels the possessive urge coursing through the hybrid. He wants his scent all over San, he wants every hybrid in a ten mile radius to be able to smell who takes care of San, who makes him squirm and moan and come . 

He grunts in San’s ear as he sits on the bed and leans back onto his palms. San stands uncomfortably in front of him, like he’s not sure what to do next and it makes Wooyoung feel powerful. “Kneel,” He orders. San is on his knees before the word is even fully out of Wooyoung’s mouth. He has to bite his lip to keep in the moan that threatens to leave his mouth. 

He looks like a dream, kneeling obediently in front of Wooyoung. San is sitting back on his heels, with his head bowed and his hands behind his back, the picture of submission. Wooyoung admires the broad line of his shoulders that taper down into his narrow waist. 

There’s still too many clothes on him. 

Wooyoung traces his foot delicately up San’s thigh, pressing down with the ball of his foot lightly against the hard length still tucked into San’s jeans. San mewls at the pressure but doesn’t move, he sits there and takes it, letting Wooyoung do whatever he pleases. Wooyoung isn’t unfamiliar with being a dom but he’s never had someone who so clearly has given up control to him, completely handed over their autonomy with trust that he will take care of them and make them feel good. It makes his heart beat heavy in his chest and he longs to give San exactly what he needs, longs to be good enough that he can continue to give San what he needs for years to come. 

He presses the ball of his foot down again, his ears swiveling to better hear every breathy hitch of San’s voice. He lets himself pet lightly over San’s hair, trailing his fingers over every pretty inch of the man on his knees for him. San shivers beneath his fingers, looking up at him with reverence and need . 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you need.” 

San whimpers as Wooyoung continues trailing his foot up, pulling San’s shirt up slightly. “Take this off, pretty, I wanna see you.” 

San hastily tugs the shirt off. Wooyoung traces his eyes over every inch of golden skin on display for him, his mouth goes dry at the sight. He wants to leave his mark all over the clean skin, he wants to see his fingerprints and scratches littering his back. He wants to feel all that muscle being used to pound into him under his command. A moan escapes from his mouth before he can stop it. “ So gorgeous, Sannie .” San smiles up at his hazily, his eyes wet and glazed over, pink dusting the high point of his cheeks. 

San watches happily as Wooyoung, unzips his pants and tugs them down just enough to free his hard length. San’s dick twitches in his pants at the sight of Wooyoung’s heavy cock just inches from his salivating mouth. He’s never wanted something in his mouth so badly. It’s pretty just like Wooyoung, thick and veiny but not overly large. He licks his lips unconsciously and looks up at Wooyoung, hoping to get across the message that he wants that in his mouth, and he wants it now .

Wooyoung cups his jaw and chuckles, his thumb brushing lightly over his cheek. “Yeah? You want a taste, baby?” San nods rapidly, drool nearly slipping out of his mouth. Wooyoung guides his face closer, slapping his cock against San’s cheek just to watch his eyes slip closed and see the precum smear across his cheekbone. San opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out obediently. Wooyoung presses his thumb down on his tongue and watches as San immediately wraps his lips around the digit and sucks. His eyes flutter open and his feline eyes look like sin as he gazes up. He looks utterly fucked out already with just Wooyoung’s thumb fucking between his pink lips. “Good boy, fuck – you sure you’re not a hybrid? My pretty kitty.” Wooyoung brushes the bangs off of his forehead as San moans around his finger, licking at the underside.

Wooyoung pulls his thumb free with a wet ‘pop’ and quickly replaces it with his dick. He smears the head across those pretty pink lips, watching raptly as San kitten licks at each bead of precum that he coaxes out. Then he opens his mouth and takes half of Wooyoung’s length into his throat. 

“Shit, ah– ” Wooyoung’s hand snakes into his hair and he tugs. The prickle of pain on his scalp has him moaning around the intrusion. “Fuck, you like that, kitten?” San moans again at the combination of his hair being pulled, the heavy cock sliding in between his lips, and the pet name. San looks up at Wooyoung and opens his mouth again with his tongue out, an invitation. 

Wooyoung curses again and loosens his grip, stroking his fingers through San’s hair. “You sure, baby?” San nods and opens his mouth wider, gaze never wavering. “ Fuck, okay. Good boy, tap my leg right here if you want me to stop, okay?” San nods again and then scoots closer, eager to feel the burn in the back of his throat, to taste Wooyoung’s salty release, to please the man giving him exactly what he’s always wanted. 

Wooyoung’s grip in his hair tightens again and then he’s guiding San’s mouth back to his throbbing erection, sliding it down his throat with a hiss. He’s careful at first, guiding San’s head up and down his length at a steady pace, controlling himself from kicking his hips up and taking what he wants. He’s cautious, afraid to hurt the man that he is rapidly growing feelings for, but San is whining after a few moments, scooting closer again and looking up at him with pleading eyes. He’s helpless to not give him exactly what he wants. 

Instead of worrying about him, he lets himself be selfish. He thrusts up into San’s hot mouth, chasing the pleasure rippling down his spine. He moans and grunts at the filthy slurping and gagging that he chokes out of San on each slide, pressing his cock as far down as he can go and holding San down on him. San gags and squirms but doesn’t tap out, just lets himself be choked on the intrusion. Saliva and precum drip out the sides of San’s mouth and down his chin and he just smiles around him. Wooyoung curses again at the sight of him– smiling – as he chokes on Wooyoung’s cock.

“ God, kitten, fuck . You feel so fucking good, shit– I’m already so close,” Wooyoung tugs San off, a string of saliva connecting them. San looks up at him with a fucked out smile and spit coating his face. Wooyoung almost comes just from the sight alone. “Jesus, Sannie you are insane , fuck . That was the best head of my life, shit . C’mere baby.” Wooyoung pulls him up into his lap and licks into his mouth, tasting his salty precum on his tongue. San happily searches his mouth with little kitten licks, moaning and wiggling in his lap, pressing his erection against Wooyoung’s and whining breathlessly into the open mouth kiss. Wooyoung giggles and pulls away. “So eager , kitty.” San kisses and sucks on Wooyoung’s throat as he unbuttons and tugs off his pants, his boxers quickly following suit. 

He’s completely naked, straddling Wooyoung’s lap, while the man remains fully clothed. It’s incredibly hot but San is starting to feel impatient, his cock is throbbing and he wants to see Wooyoung naked, wants to fuck into him. He ruts against Wooyoung again and tugs at his shirt and pants, moving too quickly in his impatience to see him undressed. Wooyoung catches his wrist and chuckles. “Slow down, sweetheart, I’ll give you what you want but you have to be a good boy.” San huffs indignantly but pulls his hands away. Wooyoung giggles again and gently slides San out of his lap, pushing him further up the bed. 

San is laid out, propped up on his elbows as he watches Wooyoung slowly strip himself. He bites his lip and has half a mind to palm himself as he watches each layer fall to the floor, but he wants to be a good boy for Wooyoung. Wooyoung has a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he slowly pulls off each item, like he knows how tortuous it is for San to watch him and not be able to touch himself or Wooyoung . 

“Doing so good, baby. Being so good for me. What’s your color?” He pulls his boxers off, his cock standing hard and pretty against his belly. San is so focused on all the new skin, his tanned and toned arms, the pert brown nipples, the v-line leading down to the tuft of trimmed hair at the base of his delicious cock, that he doesn't fully register Wooyoung’s question. He doesn’t refocus until a firm but gentle grip is on his chin, forcing him to tear his eyes away from the expanse of golden skin and back into the pools of brown. “San-ah, kitten , I asked you a question.”

“ Mm–uh,” San tries to focus, tries to think back but his brain is so hazy and lust-fueled that all he can hear is static and Wooyoung’s soothing voice. He feels tears well up in his eyes at the frustration he feels. He needs to remember so that Wooyoung will keep touching him, and keep making him feel good. 

“ Shh, shh , don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s okay, I’ll give you everything but I need to know your color, okay?” Wooyoung is hovering over him now, petting his hair and smiling down at him fondly. 

San breathes a sigh of relief, “ Green , so green, Wooyo-ie please .” 

Wooyoung’s smile is like caramel and his approving kiss is like the sweetest sugar, he licks happily into his mouth, desperate for more of the sweetness. Wooyoung murmurs praises in his ear as he reaches over and pulls the lube from San’s nightstand. He briefly wonders how the hybrid knew that his lube was there but before he can question it, Wooyoung is turning around and straddling his waist, his back curved down pushing his round ass into San’s face. San gasps and his hands tremble at his sides. He’s squirming again, salivating at the plump flesh surrounding his pretty pink hole. He’s never wanted to break the rules and touch someone so badly in his life. He’s shaking as Wooyoung presses the lube bottle into his clenched fist.

“Look at you being so good for me,” Wooyoung coos, his hot breath and soft lips brushing San’s drooling cock. His hips twitch but he doesn’t thrust up, his body is clenched all the way down to his toes to try and keep still, to be good . Wooyoung rewards him with a press of those plush lips against the purpling head of his cock. He cries out at the pleasure, his body shaking with sensitivity and pathetic desperation. “My kitten has been so good, I think he deserves a treat, hm?” San nods rapidly even though Wooyoung can’t see him and fresh tears streak his red face. 

“Y-yes, please, please ,” San begs and babbles through tears as Wooyoung kisses down the length of his dick. He giggles in between kisses as it twitches helplessly on each press. “Wooyo-ie , p-please,” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. For Wooyoung to take his pulsing cock into his mouth? For him to allow San to kiss and bite and tug at the plump flesh inches from his face? He would quite literally take anything that Wooyoung gave him. 

Wooyoung looks at him over his shoulder, his tail flicking back and forth teasingly. “You want to touch, baby?”

San throws his head back against the pillow and moans, “Yes, God , y-yes, wan’ touch you.” Wooyoung smirks at him and wiggles his hips, his ass shaking slightly with the movement. His dick twitches again against his thigh. “Wanted to touch you since I saw you in my bed,” he moans out, his hands shaking as he brings them up to hover over Wooyoung’s ass. Wooyoung’s own erection dribbles at the want dripping off of San’s every word. “Wanted to grab your ass, your tail…” His hands are still hovering just above Wooyoung’s skin. He can feel the heat coming off of them but San doesn’t touch, knows that he hasn't been given permission. It sends a shiver down Wooyoung’s spine. Obedient even when his words have pulled the breath from Wooyoung’s lungs and sent him reeling. “Wanted to feel your tight hole squeezing around me.” His voice is trembling now too, barely above a whisper. 

A moan falls from his lips and he licks up San’s cock in appreciation. Wooyoung’s skin is covered in goosebumps and he feels like a livewire, his own need rushing through him and shaking his control. He can’t stand to tease either of them any longer, he needs San, now . 

“Fuck – touch me, touch me, touch me .” 

San’s hands and mouth are on him immediately. He licks from his balls up to his hole before closing his lips around the rim and sucking. His hands knead greedily at his ass, pulling him open and then pressing his face against his heat. He licks and sucks at his hole like he’s starved and Wooyoung is the most delicious meal he’s ever eaten. 

Wooyoung moans at the tight grip he has on his cheeks, the plush skin bulging between his fingers. Wooyoung is sure that he’ll be able to see the evidence of San’s devotion for days to come and he moans again at the thought. He’s so caught off guard by the primal way San pleases him that he nearly forgets about the neglected cock in his hand. Despite his distraction, San seems to be getting off just fine. He’s moaning and whimpering as he fucks his tongue into Wooyoung’s opening. Saliva is dripping down his balls from the enthusiastic way San licks and sucks on him. He can feel his tongue and teeth everywhere. He’s licking into him and then he’s biting down on his ass, slurping and nuzzling his nose in like a cat in heat. Wooyoung helplessly strokes San’s cock in an attempt to show his appreciation. 

San slaps a hand down on his ass and then pulls on the muscle again. Wooyoung yelps at the frenzied way San is opening him up. He’s not trying to take back control, in fact, he’s somehow giving Wooyoung more. He’s so lost in pleasuring, touching, providing for Wooyoung as if he can’t get enough, as if it will be ripped away from him before he’s had his fill. 

Wooyoung doesn’t think he’s ever felt desired before until this moment. He feels treasured and worshiped as San fervently pushes a lubed up finger in beside his tongue. 

He squeals at the stretch, his tail coming down to wrap around San’s wrist, trying to pull him in deeper, to chase the pleasure he’s so freely giving. 

“Fuck, San!” Wooyoung wails as San slaps his ass again. He tries to cover up his moans by taking San down his throat, plunging down as far as he can go before moaning again. San’s hips buck up, gagging him on it. He pulls off and slaps lightly at his bobbing erection. “Stay still. Be a good boy.” San groans against him, sending vibrations up his spine. He feels delirious on the different sensations: San eating him out, San sliding a second finger in, San’s thick length on his tongue. It’s overwhelming in the most toe-curling way and Wooyoung thinks he might get addicted to it.

“S-sorry, feels so good, Jagi .” San babbles out more apologies in between lapping his tongue at his hole. “Fuck , taste so good too, mmmugh– ah, ah ,” San’s whole body clenches again. “Gon’, fuck, gonna come!” He shrills. 

Wooyoung pulls off and squeezes at the base of San’s throbbing length. “Not yet. You come when I say you can, got it?” Wooyoung looks at him darkly over his shoulder. San nods lazily as more tears spill down his face.

Wooyoung slides out of San’s grip, gently shushing his whines of protest as he turns around and straddles his waist again, now facing the teary-eyed human below him. 

“Shh, love, I’m gonna give you what you want, okay? Gonna ride you, baby. You want it?” Wooyoung reaches out and pinches San’s pink nipple, rolling it between his fingers just to hear the breathy whine and watch San’s back arch up beautifully beneath him. 

“Yes, yes, Wooyoung please. Wan’ you so bad,” San is looking up at him with tear stains, and pink cheeks and Wooyoung can feel himself falling head over heels. 

“Gonna give it to you, Sannie,” He assures as he brushes away a stray tear sliding down his ruddy cheeks. “Gonna give you everything, kitten.” He reaches behind and lines himself up.

They both gasp as the head pops in. Wooyoung rolls his hips at the sensation and then continues to sink down slowly. San goes to grab his hips but pulls up short, looking up at him for permission. His eyes are wide and desperate, like he’ll actually die if Wooyoung doesn’t allow him the pleasure of gripping down on his plushy hips. 

“You can touch me, please touch me.” 

In an instant San’s hands are on him, stroking his hip bones and groaning at the tight squeeze and wet heat. San can feel his own spit and lube leaking out around him as he presses in even deeper. 

“Never stop touching me, Sannie.” 

San sits up, reaching an arm around Wooyoung’s lower back and pulling them chest to chest as he bottoms out. “Never want to stop,” he murmurs as their lips find each other. They lick and gasp into each other’s mouths as Wooyoung gives an experimental roll of his hips. “ Shit, you feel incredible, Jagi. You’re beautiful, fuck . Can’t believe I get to have you like this.” 

Wooyoung tosses his head back, trusting San’s steady hold on him, and rolls his hips again. He’s impossibly deep, pressing on Wooyoung’s prostate with every rock of his hips. He feels full and warm in San’s careful hold. 

It’s sex, Wooyoung knows it's just sex, but it feels like more. It feels like connection and passion. It feels like a confession, a shared secret, a whisper of devotion. He clings to San’s shoulders as he rocks down to meet San’s languid thrusts. It’s slow, slower than their frenzied need for each other just moments before, sensual . It's all heat and humidity between them; sticky air causing sweat to drip down his back as he swivels his hips to take San deeper on every press. 

San is searing kisses onto his neck and collarbones like a brand, like he knows Wooyoung will never be able to feel this cherished by anyone else. He squeezes Wooyoung’s ass on every thrust, pulling him down onto him. Wooyoung’s tail is wrapped in San’s open palm as he kneads at the muscle and then he’s pulling his hand away and tugging on the appendage. Wooyoung gasps and grinds down harder in his lap. The pain shoots up his spine and tingles down to his toes. 

“Fuck, kitten, just like that .” 

San pulls again as their languorous pace hastens. Wooyoung picks himself up and drops down on San’s cock, spearing himself on it as San tugs and strokes the base of his tail. 

“God , San you feel so good. So big, shit, ah– ” San thrusts up harder at the praise, desperate to know what it will feel like when Wooyoung comes on his cock. “Y-yeah, harder , be a good boy and give me what I want.”

San growls against his ear, nipping at it as he flips them over. He hovers over Wooyoung taking in his flushed face and long black hair haloed out on his pillow. His tall black ears are taut and swiveling as Wooyoung pants and scratches at San’s back. 

“C’mon, San-ah, put those muscles– fuck ,” He sighs as he squeezes his bulging biceps, “put those muscles to good use. Fuck me. ” 

It’s not a plea, it’s a command, and San is delighted to comply. He presses Wooyoung’s knees back to the bed  and then plunges back into the warm heat, determined to fuck Wooyoung into the best orgasm of his life and praying that it’ll be enough to convince him to stay.

He reels his hips back before snapping them forward, the power behind each thrust enough to push Wooyoung up the bed until his head is nearly knocking into the headboard. San groans wantonly as he watches his cock disappear into Wooyoung and then hunches over him, arms wrapping around him and hugging him closer to his body as he continues railing into his already abused hole. His hand curls protectively around Wooyoung’s head to keep it from banging into the headboard, refusing to slow his brutal pace but not wanting to hurt the hybrid. 

Wooyoung can feel every slide of San’s thick cock nailing his prostate on every thrust and the possessive way San curls around him has his toes curling and his nails marring San’s broad back, determined to stake his claim there. 

“Ah, fuck , so good San-ah. My pretty kitty is taking such good care of me.” 

San is weeping in his ear as he presses Wooyoung further down into the bed, bullying his cock as deep as possible into him. 

“Mine, mine, mine ,” He babbles as his hips take up an erratic pace, all of his thoughts have been narrowed down to Wooyoung who writhes under his weight and nibbles at his jaw. “Wooyo-ie, please –” 

Wooyoung lets his eyes fall closed on a sigh as San continues begging in his ear. A sick sort of satisfaction bubbles up in his chest at how undone the man above him has become, because of him . His stomach curls and he feels himself dangling over the edge, each beg, each moan, each plea, sends him spiralling towards that sweet release. 

“Fuck, Sannie – I-I’m close, baby.” 

San pulls him even tighter to his body, his thrusts slowing to deep, hard strokes as if his goal is to permanently carve out a space in Wooyoung’s body that only he can fill. 

“M-me too, please, please can I? ” San begs as he presses open mouthed kisses to his collar bones. “Please let me come, please–” He gasps and his hips stutter. “Please, wan’ fill you, wan’ fill you up with my come. Please – wan’ see it dripping out of you, please, Wooyoungie .” He tugs at Wooyoung’s hair as his hips kick forward like he no longer has control of them. His feet are slipping against the sheets as he tries to press himself deeper into Wooyoung, crowding him against the headboard at an insatiable pace. 

Wooyoung moans at the primal need dripping from San’s every movement, every word, like getting to come inside of Wooyoung would satisfy some deep urge that he’d yet to quell. He can’t say no, can’t drag it out any longer, his stomach is burning with his own need for release.

“God–f-fuck, come for me, Sannie . Fill me up.” 

San’s hips snap forward relentlessly as moans and thank yous tumble from his mouth. 

Wooyoung feels the rush of San’s release paint his insides and that combined with the sound of San coming apart pushes him over the edge. Stars cloud his vision as his body spasms. He comes, completely untouched, between them, covering them both in his seed. But San doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking Wooyoung through it, both of them through it, as their heavy breathing fills the now quiet room. 

Wooyoung licks up the side of San’s neck, rubbing his cheeks and chin all over him, his hybrid instinct to claim in full force as they stay locked together. San continues his syrupy stream of thank yous even after his heart rate has evened out. Wooyoung lets him keep his face pressed into the crook of his neck as he hushes him. He draws soft patterns along his back and continues scenting him thoroughly until he feels San begin to pull away.

He rolls onto his side, still keeping his soft cock and release nestled inside, and pulls Wooyoung into his arms. He kisses the hair on top of his head and sighs.

“You okay, Jagi? Did I hurt you?” His voice is gooey like honey, sweet and slow. The sun has almost fully set, casting the bedroom in a warm glow, and San is speaking to him so intimately. Wooyoung feels his heart pounding loudly in his chest and the emotion crawling up his throat feels almost suffocating. 

He hadn’t meant to fall for anybody. He wanted to take a step back from relationships after his last one had ended so horribly. He was scared that he’d make the same mistake again and fall for a bad person, that he’d lose all of the work he’d done to feel like himself again. He was scared to trust San with the heart that was currently beating only for him. 

He likes San, likes the way he feels when he’s around him, but the fear feels all consuming. 

Tears are gliding silently down his cheeks before he can stop them and a sob bubbles up with them. He’s overwhelmed by the intimacy of what they’ve just done, he’s afraid of the feelings that were brought to the surface as San had worshiped him, and he’s terrified that San won’t want him the way he wants San. 

San pulls away at the heart breaking sound, worry coursing through him.

“Youngie, Jagi, what’s wrong?” He swipes away the tears, his own eyes filling with a matching set. Had Wooyoung regretted sleeping with him? Did he let him down? Did he hurt him the way his ex had?

“I-I’m sorry, San-ah, I didn’t mean to cry,” He sobs against San’s warm chest, his heart steady and stable in Wooyoung’s ear. It’s calming being encircled in San’s strong arms, breathing in his scent and feeling his pulse beneath his fingertips. It helps him get his own breathing under control. “I’m being dramatic–I–” He hiccups and a fresh set of sobs shake his body as San holds him tighter. 

“You’re not being dramatic. That was…that was a lot. It’s normal to feel things after being so vulnerable. You’re doing so well, Jagi.” San punctuates his words with a kiss to his forehead and Wooyoung melts further into the safety that his arms provide. 

“I feel–I feel safe with you. Actually, I’m feeling a lot of things about you…” It’s quiet, just the hum of the air conditioner filling the space as Wooyoung gathers his thoughts. “I really like you, San, and I want to see you again,” He sighs and nuzzles further into his chest. His hands shake but he knows he needs to do this, he deserves to be comfortable. “But, I need to take it slow.” He trembles in San’s arms, terrified that San will no longer find him worthwhile, that he got sex from him and won’t wait around for anything else. 

“Wooyoung,” San pulls him from where he had hidden against his chest, “I would wait a lifetime for you and it would be worth every second . We can take it as slow as you need; I won’t ever push you. I just want to be around you. I like you so much, Jagi, my little bat, please stay with me .”

Tears spill down his cheeks for the millionth time that night but his heart feels like it’s soaring. He lets a wobbly smile pull at his lips and a breath of relief fall out. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll stay with you, Sannie.”