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It was nearing the end of their summer tour, and Wooyoung was drained. He wiped the excess sweat off his forehead as he exited the stage, immediately surrounded by stylists and staff drying him off and blowing mini fans in his face. His hives were flaring up badly by the middle of the show, and he tried his best to brush it off, but now that it was the end, he could let himself sulk and drown in the frenzy of everyone fussing over him.
He had to scurry out in the middle of a song because he genuinely felt like he would be sick and pass out. The staff helped cool him off backstage and they placed ice packs all over his heated skin, taking off his pants and socks, the long sleeve shirt as well. Wooyoung wasn't even sure why exactly they were all donned in long sleeves in the first place. The summer heat was cruel and unrelenting, and he was feeling the pressure times ten.
He sighed, feeling the slight breeze from the evening wind brush over his skin. He slumped down into a spare chair, leaning back and letting his eyes shut.
"You feelin' okay?" San murmured, rushing over and laying a gentle hand on Wooyoung's bare shoulder. His normally fierce eyes were now softened as he let his stage persona drop completely, taking in the haggard appearance of Wooyoung. He had been overly worried the whole concert, keeping an eye on him in the middle of their more intense songs, and choosing to stand next to him during their ments.
Wooyoung didn't have the energy to speak much, so he nodded tiredly, blinking up at San. San just hummed and brushed back his bangs gingerly.
"Okay," San said. "Let me know what I can do, okay? I need to get out of these clothes, and you do too. Hang tight."
He checked Wooyoung over once more and scurried off to change out of his stiff concert clothes. While he was changing, he took out Wooyoung's spare clothes from his bag and hurried over to help his boyfriend change. Normally a manager would do that, but San felt like taking matters into his own hands. The environment was fast paced around the two of them as Wooyoung struggled to stand on shaky legs, shoving his feet roughly into his sweatpants.
San draped one of his own hoodies over Wooyoung's frame, making sure his body temperature had cooled down enough.
The other members were all wiping off makeup, putting on comfortable slippers, and packing up bags. Stylists were putting away their makeup tools and managers were calling for cars. The crowd out in the stadium could still be heard over all the stimulating noise that vibrated in their ears, and it brought small smiles to their faces.
A cake with a sweet message for ATEEZ was in the corner of the room on a table, with a picture of all eight of them in the middle and flowers in a vase near it. Each of them wanted to eat it, but opted to wait until they were back at their hotel. Wooyoung finally shuffled out of the room with the help of San's hand on the small of his back. They all piled into two cars, passing by screaming fans in the process.
As soon as San and Wooyoung were sat together in their seats, Wooyoung let his head droop on San's shoulder, eyes closing fully. Soon, his breath evened out. San looked down at him, worry evident in his face. He caught Hongjoong's knowing gaze from the other side of Wooyoung.
"It was bad today, wasn't it?" Hongjoong asked quietly, careful to not wake up Wooyoung. "I saw glimpses of him backstage. He didn't look like he was even all there mentally."
"Yeah," San mumbled. "He didn't say much about it. I wish he would've come to one of us first. If not either of us, at least Seonghwa. Or Yeosang."
"You think the fans noticed him leaving mid-song?" Hongjoong inquired, almost with a sense of hesitance. "If they did, it's fine I guess, but we need to have a chat with management about it."
"Probably. When we open twitter later, I bet there'll be hashtags." San shifted, letting Wooyoung lean into him more. "A tour in the peak of summer was a bad idea, especially with the way his health is right now. I don't know why they pushed for it so much."
"I know," Hongjoong said softly. "We'll figure it out, Sannie."
When they pulled up to the hotel, Wooyoung finally stirred. Groaning, he let San tug him into the building, watching the back of San's hoodie the entire time.
Wooyoung felt instant relief when he was in his shared room with San. The shower was practically calling his name. "Sannie..." he had finally found his voice. It was scratchy and a little hoarse as he spoke up. "Can we... shower? Together?"
San blinked, surprised. "I don't see why not." He turned, walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on, adjusting it the way he knew Wooyoung preferred. "Come on, let's get undressed."
Wooyoung sleepily nodded, padding onto the cold tile and stripping with no shame. San had seen every part of him over the years, inside and out, and Wooyoung no longer felt so shy being fully naked around him. San, on the other hand, tended to still radiate shyness and was self conscious at times even with how beautiful his body was. The clothes were tossed somewhere they didn't care to know as the two of them stepped in, San first, holding out his hands for Wooyoung to balance on.
"This is nice," Wooyoung hummed, leaning into San's sturdy chest. San smiled, bringing a hand up to pat Wooyoung's back.
"You want me to wash your hair, honey?"
"If you don't mind," Wooyoung murmured. He reached for his travel size bottle of shampoo, handing it to San. "Be gentle."
"I'm always gentle," San reminded him.
"I know you are."
San hummed a tune to himself as he let his fingers get tangled in Wooyoung's long locks. He was proud of himself for being able to stand growing it out so long. San thought he looked especially beautiful with longer hair, as it curled around his face and brushed against his shoulders. He hoped to God Wooyoung wouldn't chop it off anytime soon. As soon as Wooyoung's hair was clean, San kissed the top of his head.
"Let me wash my hair and then I can clean that body, baby, okay?" San said, reaching over Wooyoung for his own shampoo.
"Okay," Wooyoung mumbled. "Why won't you let me wash yours for you?"
"You're tired, Youngie," San replied. "I know your body is working overtime lately."
"I know, but--"
"No more buts. Just stand there and look pretty."
That shut Wooyoung up real good. He stood in the stream of the shower, watching San lather up soap and wash his hair, eyes slinked closed. It was a sight to behold for sure. The droplets cascaded down San's hard work, all his muscles rippling as he used his arms. Wooyoung loved that San wasn't just pure, hard muscle. He was soft in places it mattered. He was squishy and cute, and all things sweet. He cried during romance movies, and loved visiting animal shelters on his days off.
Wooyoung let himself sink into the hot water, the steam doing a lot to cure him of his pain. The hives were a bit more bearable as he was calming down and getting his body heat under control. Usually he was better at controlling it, but the fact that this show was outdoors didn't help very much.
Before he knew it, Wooyoung felt soft, warm hands caressing his waist gently. He looked up through the water in his eyelashes at San's focused face, body wash lathered up in his palms, spreading across Wooyoung's skin like Wooyoung was something made of delicate material. San's fingers pressed lightly in the divots of Wooyoung's hipbones that Wooyoung positively melted into, losing himself in the sensation.
San moved to his tummy, evenly washing it and then gliding his hands across Wooyoung's nipples, that of course perked up at being touched. Wooyoung twitched in San's hold, suddenly shy at the thought of eye contact with his boyfriend. Suddenly, San pinched one of his nipples.
Wooyoung jolted, reflexively slapping San on the arm.
San just laughed heartily. "The hell was that for?"
"You pinched my nipple!" Wooyoung screeched, suddenly filled with energy. "Not fair! I should pinch yours now!"
San grabbed his wrist before he could pinch anything for that matter, and Wooyoung just huffed.
"Come on, the water's getting cold." San smirked, reaching for the faucet to turn it off. They both stepped out and wrapped themselves in towels. San turned and planted a soft kiss on the tip of Wooyoung's nose. "You're so cute when you're mad."
"You're so annoying when you pinch my nipples," Wooyoung grumbled, drying the rest of his body off. "And I'm gonna kill you even more now, because it turned me on just a little bit."
San looked at him. "You're saying me pinching a nipple gave you a hard on?" He glanced down. Sure enough, there it was. Wooyoung junior in the flesh, standing up and saying hi.
Wooyoung blushed a deep red, all the way to the tip of his ears. "Leave me alone!" He hurried to cover himself with the towel.
"Don't be so shy, honey," San giggled. "You want me to take care of it, or are you too tired, baby?" He turned all serious, carefully examining Wooyoung's facial features, looking for any sign that Wooyoung would possibly not want to have sex due to his flare up.
"I-I mean..." Wooyoung trailed off. "I'm feeling a lot better than before, you know... and..."
"Spit it out."
"I know it was hard seeing me like that, but..." Wooyoung bit his lip. "We've been so busy and it would be nice to kiss and... stuff."
"Kiss and stuff?"
"Kiss and stuff."
"Youngie, I'm gonna need a little more than that, sweet boy." San smiled his gentle smile, reaching up to detangle Wooyoung's wet hair. He grabbed a brush from the counter in the bathroom and began brushing it out, parting it down the middle. Wooyoung leaned into the touch, letting San take control.
"I wanna make love," Wooyoung finally declared, letting out the breath he had been holding. San finished his brushing, and grabbed Wooyoung's jaw, tilting his face up to capture his lips in a soft, all-consuming kiss. It ignited heat in Wooyoung's tummy, and he shivered from just how good it felt. Goosebumps raked his naked, still damp skin all over. Wooyoung sighed into the kiss, continuing the motion with a little more force, forcing San to clamber on the bed.
They pulled away, Wooyoung feeling like a wild animal. San didn't look much better. His eyes glinted with nothing but pure want and love.
"Come on," San whispered, guiding Wooyoung to the center of the bed and laying him down on the soft array of pillows. The day before, the two of them asked for about six extra pillows from the hotel staff to sleep with.
Wooyoung complied, sinking into the soft mattress and staring up at San, biting his lip. "Kiss me more, Sannie." He whined. "I need it, please."
San leaned down, capturing his lips with more of a bite than before, poking his tongue into Wooyoung's mouth. Wooyoung groaned, arching up as San's fingers trailed up his hips, moving the towel away from his pelvis. With his cock sprung free, Wooyoung suckled onto San's lip harder, urging him to be just a tad bit rougher. "Sannie..."
"Hm?"
"N-Need you to touch me, Sannie," Wooyoung whined, enclosing his hand around San's wrist and guiding it to where Wooyoung needed it most. San stroked Wooyoung gently, drawing out small moans and whines from Wooyoung's pretty mouth.
San nibbled on Wooyoung's bare neck, and Wooyoung shivered, eyes scrunching together in pleasure. "Don't stop," he urged, in a whispered voice. "Please." San stroked harder, gathering precum from the tip. He moved on, sucking small little lovebites into Wooyoung's hip bones, looking through his eyelashes at Wooyoung's pure ecstasy above him.
"So good, sweet boy," San whispered against his skin, biting down.
Wooyoung cried out. "Sannie, please..."
"Please what, baby?"
"Your mouth, Sannie," Wooyoung urged, moaning. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely, baby," San groaned, trying to control himself. It was so hard when he had the prettiest man making heavenly noises above him, grasping his hair in a tight fist and urging his mouth to such a swollen, hard cock. San opened his mouth and took him in all the way. Wooyoung jolted and gasped, eyes rolling.
"Oh f-fuck, baby," he moaned. He pushed down San's head forcefully, holding him there as San did his best work yet. Hot, wet sounds radiated through the room as San gave and gave, and Wooyoung took it all and more. San's nose brushed up against the hair along Wooyoung's pelvis, and he groaned at the feeling of it. San's tongue swirled and licked, bobbing up and down faster the more Wooyoung wiggled around desperately. San held his other arm over Wooyoung's hips to hold him in place.
"W-Wait, Sannie, I-"
San immediately pulled off. "Not on my watch, you aren't." San looked positively fucked out, but still in control. He licked his lips, enjoying the salty taste of Wooyoung, Wooyoung, Wooyoung.
Wooyoung stared, chest heaving and red everywhere, full blush on his chest. "Sannie," he just whined.
San said nothing in return, just stood on his knees and spread Wooyoung out completely, earning full access to the fluttering hole that clenched around nothing. "You're so gorgeous," San hummed. "You look so pretty like this, all spread out for me and eager." He pressed a kiss to Wooyoung's knee, and reached down to kiss him on the lips sweetly, murmuring sweet nothings. "You still okay?" He checked in, watching the dazed look in Wooyoung's eyes.
"I'm okay, Sannie," Wooyoung giggled, all cute and smiley, staring up at big, brawny San who melted at the edges.
San took his time opening him up, easing one lubed up finger in and watching Wooyoung's every expression. Wooyoung tensed at the coldness, but easily succumbed, mouth opening in a silent moan as San entered in a second finger. "Doing great, baby," San murmured lowly. "Sweet honey."
"I love you," Wooyoung whispered.
"I love you more, baby," San smiled, crooking his two fingers up. The devil. Choi San was truly the devil.
Wooyoung moaned, whining out San's name a million more times. Soon, San was fingerfucking him so hard Wooyoung was barely coherent.
"F-Fuck, Sannie, so deep..."
"I know baby," San murmured. "But you're taking it so well, right?"
Wooyoung nodded, eyes glistening with tears. "I am, Sannie, I am!"
San increased the pace, three fingers pistoning in and out of Wooyoung's hole, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Wooyoung jolted, feeling his cock leak even more by the minute. San was a hard lover as much as he was soft. He was relentless, even as his hand ached from holding the position for so long. "Feels good, Sannie."
San eventually pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the ruined bed sheets. He reached for his own cock, hard and red, stroking it in preparation. "Actually, I want you on top."
"M-Me?" Wooyoung sputtered. "Babe, I can barely feel my legs, I--"
"I'll do all the work, shush," San quieted him with a knowing look. He patted Wooyoung's butt. "Get up, now. Switch spots with me."
"Ugh, fine," Wooyoung huffed, but moved around on shaking limbs anyway, letting San lay below him this time. He climbed, straddling San's lap, and grabbed San's dick, guiding it towards his hole. He sunk down, feeling the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. Finally. He was so full, so content. Until San grabbed him by the hips and bucked up.
"S-San!" Wooyoung yelped. "Warn a guy next time!"
San laughed, but returned to business just as quick. Wooyoung felt fingers dig into his skin, roughly holding him up as San thrust in and out with unheard of stamina. Wooyoung's neglected cock wept and smacked against his belly over and over as Wooyoung's eyes welled with more tears at the pleasure he felt.
"F-Fuck! Oh fuck Sannie!" Wooyoung nearly screamed, grasping on to San's big shoulders for safety as he was jostled up and down. San leaned in, practically inhaling Wooyoung's lips in his own and kissing him with such raw force that Wooyoung felt like he was ascending to heaven in that moment.
San groaned beneath him, whimpering as he came close to the edge. Wooyoung's nails dug into San's shoulders as he too felt himself near his limit. "G-Gonna come, Sannie," he whined into San's sweaty skin, face hiding in the crook of his neck, letting out little moans over and over. San said nothing, but it was obvious he was desperate to come as his thrusts became messier.
"Take it all, honey," San urged, biting down into Wooyoung's neck. He didn't care at this point if marks became visible. San wanted the whole world and beyond to know who Wooyoung truly belonged to. "Take it. I know you can take it, baby."
"Oh god, San!" Wooyoung cried, reaching down to stroke himself off, shaking in the process. He grinded his hips more, moving like a true dancer would. San admired him from below, thinking in that moment how he got to be so lucky.
They both soon came at the same time. Hard. Overstimulation got the best of Wooyoung as he gently took San's dick out of his ass. He felt hot cum pour out of him, and groaned at the feeling.
Wooyoung collapsed into San's waiting arms, closing his eyes. "I feel dead," he said, breathless. "I'm gone. You fucked the life out of me."
San chuckled. "I love you, Youngie."
"I love you more, you big idiot." Wooyoung smiled dopily at him, stars in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispered. "For loving me like this."
San caressed his face. "You deserve the world and more, you know that?"
A small sigh, tired, glistening eyes. "I guess I have no choice but to agree with you."