Let me help
Pairing : Yeosang x Wooyoung
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ SMUT UNDER THE CUT ⚠️
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Contains : Smut, mxm, handjob, graphic language, teasing, edging and more..
Summary : Wooyoung invites his bestfriend over and wants to help him relieve some of his pain by giving him a massage. The night takes a different turn than what they both had in mind.
Word count : 6.9k
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Its been over two hours since Yeosang arrived at Wooyoung's dorm and said boy lost count of how many times his bestfriend hissed in pain. Rolling his shoulders and reaching for the muscles to put pressure on them, in hopes to appease the strain even for just a few seconds. Sitting in different positions to adjust his legs or straighten his back, but as time goes on, nothing seems to work for yeosang. Eventually he grows irritated and slams his head back against the couch, groaning in annoyance.
Wooyoung sighs, feeling bad and hating to see him so frustrated. He lets the gears turn in his head while still keeping an eye on his friend, biting his lips in concentration. Suddenly, an idea pops up in his mind and he grins from ear to ear. He makes a quick movement to grab the remote and turns the television off, the action startling Yeosang and catching his attention instantly.
"Why'd you turn it off?" He asks with a curious expression, searching for the answer on Wooyoung`s face, but he finds himself frowning when the boy is giggling weirdly without saying anything. "Woo?"
"Oh yeah- Sorry! So umm.. I might have an idea." He stands from his position on the leather chair and goes to sit next to the wide eyed male, the smile never leaving his lips. "What is it?" Yeosang asks, raising an eyebrow in wonder. He is a bit unsure of Woo`s intentions, knowing him, it could be something completely crazy.
"A massage! I could help you relax Sangie." He tilts his head like an eager puppy as he waits for Yeosang's answer. Yeosang lets go of the breath he was holding, having expected something much worse. He chuckles in both relief and amusement, pushing at Wooyoung's arm playfully which results in the other cackling loudly, clearly pleased by Yeosang's non verbal response. He watches his exhausted friend rub the sleepiness from his baggy eyes, then leans forward as Yeosang opens his mouth to speak. "Yeah." He exhales heavily. "Actually that'd be a great idea, but are you sure you don't mind?"
Yeosang doesn't like to ask others for help, even when he needs it desperately. Wooyoung knows that and that's why he ruffles his bestfriend's hair and jumps from the sofa, extending his hand for Yeosang to take. He does just that and Woo pulls him up and all the way to his bedroom. He tells him to get comfortable on the bed as he prepares what he will need for the massage.
"You should take your clothes off while I do this, keep only your boxers on." Yeosang's hand freezes in place, the fingers holding the base of his shirt gripping the material tighter as he takes in a sharp breath. His ears turn a dark shade of red at the last few words. Yes, they have seen each other naked before, they're close and have known one another for so long that it shouldn't be getting him all flustered. But this time, it feels slightly different, the setting is somehow more.. intimate? Or sensual? "Oh- uh. Ok."
The moment Wooyoung hears those few shyly spoken words, he notices the uncertainty, the thighness in Yeosang's voice and the few wavering breaths he takes to compose himself. How could he not. After all this time, he learned how to read Yeosang to perfection. "You can keep your shorts on if it's more comfortable though. It was a suggestion. You know, it's just much easier to reach your thighs this way, but I can manage either way."
Wooyoung gives his whole attention to the boy as he speaks with a soft, reassuring tone, analysing his body language. How he refuses to look up, probably overthinking and getting himself worked up over nothing that should matter. "Sangie?" Yeosang's eyes finally come into focus at the sound of his name being called so sweetly and Wooyoung smiles to loosen the atmosphere. It seems to work when Yeosang nods with a grateful half smile and reaches for his shirt again, discarding it on the nightstand to the right side of the bed.
Wooyoung gathers the necessary products and items, placing them on top of the kitchen chair he dragged all the way in there while Yeosang finished undressing. He believes Yeosang is ready so he climbs the bed, kneeling to have more mobility and better range to his friend's body, but before he can move close, Yeosang sits up. Wooyoung watches as he gets down from the mattress and tugs at his shorts, slipping the piece of clothing off of his bottom and gently placing them with the rest of his outfit on the nightstand. Fully ready, he crawls back to the center of the bed and waits for Wooyoung's instructions. "Ok, ready."
"Uh, yeah." Wooyoung definitely expected him to keep the bottoms on, but Yeosang does surprise him from time to time. He grins dumbly at the thought of his friend being comfortable enough with him to be this vulnerable. "Lay on your stomach, I'll start with the back."
The light in the room is dimmed, Woo previously turned off every bright light and instead lit a few candles to help Yeosang relax further. The faint sugary and warm scent reaches Yeosang's nostrils and he sighs happily, body melting against the mattress and Wooyoung has to suppress a laugh so he doesn't break the peaceful moment. "Alright, don't hesitate to tell me if there's anything. Ok?"
Yeosang nods, face squished against the pillow. "Sure." His voice is muffled, but Wooyoung can distinguish that it already sounds a bit more relaxed which makes him smile triumphantly. He settles next to the boy's upper body, having decided to proceed from the top-down and back-front, which means it begins with the neck and shoulders.
His fingers press deliciously against Yeosang's tense muscles and the more pressure he adds, the more vocal his bestfriend becomes. He groans and whines at the temporary pain, becoming like putty under Woo's touch. "Wow, Youngie. Feels s-so good." He Stammers, dazed from the sudden relief in his body and he gets a chuckle in response.
Wooyoung loosens knots after knots and eventually switches to his arms, rubbing and kneading the skin with his skillful fingers. He massages from the top of his shoulders to the tip of his fingers, taking his sweet time to take care of the boy properly. "Still good?" He asks, just to make sure and Yeosang answers with a hum.
Woo squeezes more oil in his palm, closing the cap of the bottle before rubbing his hands together to warm up the liquid. He then places them at the very bottom of Yeosang's back and starts spreading the oil. His fingers caress his skin with a light touch at first, he uses a calmer approach before pressing harder and Yeosang yelps when he manages to find a particularly tight spot. "Shit, that must've hurt so bad huh? Don't worry, I'll make it all better."
Everything was going well, but it takes an abrupt turn when Wooyoung uses more strength the moment he reaches his lower back. Somehow it pushes him against the mattress and Yeosang has to open his eyes, realising his situation. He blushes hard and tries hiding his face in the pillow when he feels blood rushing to his dick.
The way Wooyoung is pressing his hips down each time, holding him down in the same spot for a few seconds before sliding his fingers back up, is practically making Yeosang grind against the cushy mattress underneath him. No matter how badly he tries to ignore it, his body responds to the friction pretty eagerly. He attempts to calm himself, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat, but it's no use as Wooyoung keeps the massage going.
He tries pushing his hips out at the same time Woo presses him down, but his friend quickly catches on to it, getting it all confused. "Sangie relax, you're so tense." He shocks Yeo by straddling the back of his thighs unexpectedly, his breath catching in his throat, waiting for the next move.
He feels hands on his lower back and his eyes roll to the back of his head as Wooyoung uses his weight to press onto him, his cock becomes trapped between the soft skin of his stomach and the thin layer of clothing that blocks direct contact with the fluffy blanket underneath. He can feel his body burn up, pleasure creeping upon him. "There, that must've been why you were so tense right. Want me to keep going?"
He repeats the same movements for what feels like an eternity and Yeosang can't even form words, too flustered from the unexpected situation. He bites into the pillow pressed against his face to hide his moans, but a few manage to escape nonetheless. "Mmmh! Woo- Aaah."
Wooyoung takes it as a positive sign, having no clue that he is making his bestfriend feel a way he never felt before. It hypes him up actually and that's why he spends even more time massaging this specific area.
Yeosang can feel himself get closer to release and he starts to panic, his whole body is about to become rigid, but to his luck, Wooyoung abruptly gets off of him. "Fuck, Sangie." Even the trembling in his body stops at Wooyoung's interruption. He tries to come up with an apology, an excuse, anything that won't make Wooyoung leave him because of how disgusting he is.
He gasps sharply as Wooyoung's palm collides with his ass cheek and gulps when his dick twitches embarrassingly hard from the sting. He whines at the burning feeling it leaves, but has to pretend to laugh with his friend so he doesn't grow suspicious. "Shit, sorry! You've been working out so hard. It looks good Yeo." He chuckles once more, before making his way towards Yeosang's legs.
He immediately starts with the feet, massaging slowly and deeply. Yeosang can finally calm down, only hoping for his boner to go down before he has to lay on his back and expose himself to Woo. Unfortunately he doesn't get any slack, because Wooyoung grows more touchy and starts to squeeze the meat of his thighs between his veiny fingers, kneading the flesh with a lot of interest.
"W-wooyoung." Yeosang calls for him, his voice trembling, trying to get the boy's attention so he can tell him to be more gentle with his thighs since they're more sensitive. To his bad luck, still affected by earlier, his voice comes out as a strained whisper and Wooyoung doesn't hear.
He massages from the ankles to the back of his thighs and sometimes his fingers even poke underneath the soft material of his boxers. Yeosang shivers in response, Wooyoung's fingertips graze the crease of his ass cheeks and it leaves him shaking once more. It somehow feels like Wooyoung's intentions are dirty, like he knows what he is doing to Yeosang, but it doesn't even reach his mind that his touch might be arousing.
Woo is taking his sweet time over a particular area that makes Yeosang close his eyes, desperately attempting to shake off the dirty thoughts from his mind. This is way too much, too real and he's becoming even more sensitive the more Wooyoung touches him.
Wooyoung begins to notice the way Yeosang clenches the sheets underneath him, how is body is trembling beneath his touch and the way he tries to squeeze his thighs together whenever he reaches inside his boxers with the tip of his fingers. And he hears it, the whimpers coming out of Yeosang's lips, he can easily tell that he sometimes bites the pillow to drown his noises. But Woo doesn't think Yeosang is reacting because he is turned on, he believes that he is simply enjoying the massage. If only he knew. "You feeling ok?"
Yeosang is ashamed, he feels so bad for his best friend. He shouldn't be aroused and his dick shouldn't be painfully hard, leaking inside of his underwear. Wooyoung is so precious to him and if he knew what Yeosang is thinking of right now, he might never want to speak to him again. He is such an asshole for making this an uncomfortable situation for Wooyoung, when all he wanted was to give his friend a massage, to help him relax and feel better.
Tears well up in his eyes and he doesn't realize Wooyoung just talked to him, he doesn't feel the mattress dip before Wooyoung leaves the bed. Not until he feels a cold hand on his back. "It's time to lay on your back, turn around for me Sangie."
Wooyoung has left to gather a towel so he could put it underneath Yeosang, hoping to prevent his back from staining the blanket with oil. He patiently waits for Yeosang to follow his directives, but notices it takes him much more time than it should. What he finds the weirdest is that his friend stays seated in an awkward and seemingly uncomfortable half seated position.
"There, you can lie down now." He turns to arrange the oils and some of the products he brought just in case, they're already a mess on the chair. Once his attention is back on Yeosang, his smile disappears, a frown replacing it. "Hey what's going on?"
Yeosang is hiding his face behind his hands, fingers shaking and doing a poor job at masking the tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. His body jumping in time with the small hiccups leaving him and his legs are propped up, like he is trying to hide something.
Wooyoung reaches for his forearms and very softly, attempts to pull his hands away from himself. Yeosang lets him, looking away with a guilty expression, which makes Wooyoung frown in wonder. "Why are you crying Sangie? Did I do something wrong?" A sharp sob escapes his bestfriend this time as he begins to cry harder, like the sentence affected him physically.
Wooyoung shushes him, pulling him up by his arms and embracing him tightly. He doesn't let go for at least two long minutes, Yeosang's cries slowly dying down. That is until Wooyoung shifts his posture slightly and his eyes widen as his hand comes in contact with something hard and wet. "I'm so s-sorry Woo- I can't- I'm-"
"Shh, stop it. It's fine." He lets go of the hug, putting enough distance between him and Yeosang so the boy can see and listen to him well. "There's nothing you should be sorry about, ok? This is normal, Yeo. It's probably because it's been so long since someone touched you, you must be really sensitive that's all."
Yeosang's lower lip trembles and he nods, embarrassed. "I didn't think I would react like this, you know, you.. you're a guy. Why am I-" He looks at his hard appendage and Wooyoung follows his gaze, eyebrows rising at how hard it looks. His cock pokes against the thin material and it looks like it's so tight it could burst, not forgetting about the wet patch over the tip forming dangerously big into his grey boxers. Wooyoung didn't know one's dick could leak so much. "That's not a problem. Maybe you're too touch deprived or maybe you're discovering a new side to your preferences, either way, it's alright."
He reassures him and Yeosang nods slowly, trying to relax once again. They stay in silence for a couple more seconds before Yeosang gulps. "Should we stop?" He asks, uncertainly. He still feels ashamed and he doesn't want Wooyoung to feel uncomfortable, but his muscles ache a lot and he hopes his bestfriend won't put a stop to their session. "What, no! I mean.. unless you don't want to keep going?"
"I.. want to-" Wooyoung claps his hands, startling Yeo a little and before he can comprehend what's happening, Woo pushes him down, practically manhandling him onto his back. He gets tugged closer to Wooyoung by his legs, being put in whatever position he wants him in. It's like Wooyoung forgot completely about their conversation, continuing his mission which is to massage him until he is a puddle of relaxation.
"Don't be scared to react, I want you to. You can trust me, I really don't mind. As long as you feel better." Wooyoung's kindness is unimaginable, it makes butterflies errupt in Yeosang's stomach and he doesn't know if it is a good thing. "Ok Youngie, I'll try."
"I'll start with the legs this time." He chooses to because he believes it might let Yeosang some time to calm down, he never saw the boy this affected by something and he starts to feel a bit aroused himself, getting hotter by the second.
While sliding his fingers from Yeosang's feet to his thick thighs, Wooyoung's curiosity gets the best of him, he can't help but take a quick glance at his friend's hard on. Yeosang is too preoccupied to notice, doing his best to make his erection go down by taking deep breaths. The room is filled with the sound of the gentle glide of skin against skin and Yeosang's heavy breathing mixed with Wooyoung's more controlled one.
Wooyoung wasn't expecting for his eyes to widen at the sight of the painfully looking hard dick threatening to tear the fabric of Yeo's underwear. He was especially not expecting for his own cock to harden at the sight of his friend being so sensitive to his touch. He watches Yeosang's reactions completely from now on. Liking the way his thighs tense when Wooyoung finally massages them with a firm grip and how he tries to close them without realizing his own actions.
Wooyoung puts even more effort into making the boy more sensitive, his fingers moving dangerously close to the bottom of his boxers, the tips slightly poking underneath the material. Yeosang's whole body shivers at the unexpected touch and he whimpers as his dick twitches and even more precum stains his underwear right over the tip.
Wooyoung gulps at the sight, clearing his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. Yeosang's eyes finally open at the newly wet feeling and he looks like he's about to cry in embarrassment, once again apologizing. "M'sorry Woo-" He whines this time as fingers graze the side of his balls, Wooyoung fully inserts his hands in his boxers each time he reaches the hem of the leg holes. He goes from the feet, to his thighs, then inside.
Woo repeats the same action over and over, growing addicted to the way Yeosang squirms under his touch. "W-wooyoung, what are y-aah~" He asks with a shaky and unsure voice, before his own soft moan cuts him off. Wooyoung only answers innocently and tells him to let back and enjoy the massage. Yeosang looks like he is about to burst, his boxers are getting wetter the more Wooyoung touches him and it's becoming dangerously close to his leaking hard cock.
Yeosang can sense the atmosphere change drastically, but he can't tell if it's because he's the one who's aroused. "I'll move onto your arms now." Wooyoung should be moving to his torso next, but he feels like he should keep it for last and proceeds with his arms beforehand.
Yeosang doesn't respond the same way to getting his arms massages and Wooyoung finds out he also prefers other places, but he gives his best nonetheless. He gives his arms just as much attention, because Yeosang needs it anyways and he also needs to keep both of their arousal to a minimum level.
Yeosang's should be softening by the time Wooyoung finishes with his arms, but he can't help anticipating what's going to be next and it makes him even harder to imagine how his friend will proceed. And he knows Wooyoung told him not to worry, but it still feels wrong since it is only an innocent, platonic massage he's given.
"All good?" Wooyoung suddenly asks him and his friend nods frantically, failing to appear composed like he hoped he would and Woo pretends not to notice his eagerness. "Like I said earlier, don't be embarrassed. Your chest and stomach next."
Wooyoung unexpectedly pours oil all over Yeosang's abdomen and the poor sensitive boy's stomach convulses uncontrollably at the contact of the cold substance. He gasps and tries to calm the fast beating of his heart, but fails pretty miserably. Usually Wooyoung would have poured the oil in his hands first and rubbed his hands together to warm it up, but he wants to tease Yeosang and get him worked up even more.
Noticing how pant up and tense his bestfriend really is, Wooyoung tries to hide his smirk and he starts massaging his lower stomach, letting his fingers press the boy's skin. Yeosang's breath becomes shaky, his chest rising and falling faster with each slide of Woo's skillful fingers. "That's it, let yourself feel good Yeo." He says sincerely, but there is a hint of something more in his voice. Yeosang can't pinpoint what it is, especially not when Wooyoung's hands are brushing so close to the tip of his cock, which is tucked under the waistband of his boxers.
Wooyoung works his way up to his abs and to his chest, carefully circling the boy's nipples so he doesn't accidentally make him even more agitated. Yeosang keeps whispering small sorrys when his reactions are uncontrolled, which is every minute or so. Like when he whimpers and he arches slightly off the bed or when his hands reach up to hold onto Wooyoung's veiny forearms when his fingers dance too close to his dick. "Want me to stop?" Wooyoung giggles lowly, teasing him.
"N-no ohh ahh!" He can barely respond and Wooyoung laughs openly then. "When me to slow down?" He asks with a sultry tone this time, biting his lips. Yeosang shakes his head no, closing his eyes in shame and turning away from his friend so he doesn't have to face him. Wooyoung only smiles and tells him that it's ok, rubbing his stomach affectionately. "Just close your eyes and breathe." He tells Yeosang reassuringly while he massages his torso again.
He starts over from his pecs, but he isn't careful about not touching his nipples this time. He purposely grazes them and Yeosang shudders in response, eyes fluttering open at the sudden sensitivity. Wooyoung coos, faking an apology, but continuing his bold actions. Yeosang feels his skin prickling at the oversensitivity and because of his hard dick that is becoming too much to bear. He feels like he could cum untouched and he fears it might just happen if Wooyoung keeps on touching him so sensually.
Wooyoung's hands glide down to his lower stomach so slowly that he can feel the texture of his fingers against his skin. His hands come back up along his ribcage and down again, making sure to rub his erected nipples along the path. He goes all the way down to his boxers and Yeosang moans uncontrollably at the intense feeling.
His noises are shaky and half suppressed from his attempts to keep his reactions down. But Wooyoung doesn't stop, he repeats the action over and over until Yeosang is a panting mess and moans keep spilling from his red plumpy bitten lips.
Wooyoung tests the water further by sliding his fingers inside Yeosang's boxers until it almost surrounds the base of his cock and Yeosang's back arches off the bed. Woo falls in love with the way his best friend writhes under his touch and decides to adjust their position.
He puts a pillow under Yeosang's legs, lifting them up slightly and making it so that his thighs are parted. Wooyoung places himself next to Yeosang's upper body, making it so that he has just the right angle to reach inside the boy's underwear, but he has no intention to touch his cock just yet. He decides he wants to keep teasing him until he breaks.
Woo starts off again, this time rubbing the poor whining mess of a boy's nipples, pinching the sensitive buds between his fingers until he is arching off the bed. He rubs them until Yeosang is so overwhelmed that he can't keep quiet anymore. "What's go-oing on?" To which Wooyoung tells him that it's only part of the massage and that he should just lay back and enjoy.
He reassures him by saying that they can stop anytime he wants, but Yeosang pleads with him to keep going. "No! Please- j-ahh! Keep going please~" Woo smirks and Yeosang doesn't catch it because his eyes are closed once again. The intensity of the whole situation makes it hard for him to think straight. He is lost in pleasure and he feels like he is tiptoeing right over the edge, his orgasm so close, but no matter how badly he needs it, he can't cross over.
Meanwhile, Wooyoung takes it upon himself to keep torturing the boy, his own dick twitching in his sweatpants but he ignores it to focus on Yeo. His fingers keep getting closer and closer to Yeosang's cock, but they never make contact with it, leaving the other wanting more and more each time. "Can I take these off?" Woo asks the dazed boy and he dumbly nods his head, biting his lips in anticipation and not losing a second before lifting his hips up.
It looks like Yeosang came multiple times inside his boxers, but he didn't once, he managed to make it this wet with his precum only. Wooyoung reaches for the band of Yeo's underwear and tugs them down painfully slowly, his dick slaps against his stomach heavily, more precum oozing out from the stimulation and Wooyoung groans at the sight.
His cock is hard as rock, veins popping out on the sides and the tip is an angry red almost purple shade, precum keeps coming out leaking like a mini waterfall, the liquid already forming a puddle in the crease of his stomach and Wooyoung wonders how it is possible that Yeosang didn't cum, really fucking intensely at that.
He huffs as he undresses the boy completely, Yeosang complies by lifting both legs and settling them back down while trembling once Wooyoung pulls them all the way off. His body trembles so much that it feels like there's a constant earthquake.
He suddenly gasps, groaning weakly at Wooyoung's curious and startling touch. The pad of his index finger makes contact with one of the veins underneath his cock and Yeosang's hips jolt up unstably to get more friction. Wooyoung is quick to pin them to the bed with one hand, letting the rest of his fingers caress all the way to the swollen tip, only to stop abruptly. Yeosang lets out a long and needy whine, mouth slack as his hips still convulse, in search of any type of friction.
Wooyoung pretends that he didn't hear it, but he subtly presses his eyes shut after he squeezes his own cock to relieve some pressure, sighing in content. Yeosang must be so frustrated to not have any relief for such a long time, especially since Woo has been working him up. He could make him cum, but he decides to keep teasing him and see how much he can take.
He continues where he left, sliding his fingers along Yeosang's skin, his hand rubbing at the lowest part of his stomach and even as Yeosang's dick comes in contact with the back of his hand, he pretends like he is just giving him a regular massage. After a few minutes of repeating the same motion, Yeosang is breathing hard and fast like he is just about to have the most intense orgasm of his life. So Wooyoung adverts his hands and switches places, taking position between his thighs.
He alternates every time Yeosang is just about to cum and the boy ends up crying from the sadistic way Wooyoung is treating him. Tears streaming down his face as he is too weak to say or do anything. Wooyoung enjoys the torture a little too much, but he finally decides to make Yeosang feel even better and he slowly makes his way closer to his bestfriend's cock.
He is seated next to his upper body, his fingers reaching the tip and he rubs the head softly, circling it gently and Yeosang cries out loudly. "Please W-woo." He begs Wooyoung to give him more, but the boy isn't finished with him. "Shhh patience."
He goes back to massaging his torso, rubbing his lower stomach as if there was a stain he wanted to erase, using the precum that gathered at the tip of Yeosang's cock as oil. The head of his dick keeps making contact with Wooyoung's hands while he slides them underneath his hard member, trying to reach the base to give it a small squeeze. "There we go."
Yeosang's eyes roll to the back of his head and his back arches, thighs clenching to attempt getting some friction on his balls or anything. Wooyoung keeps his hands right there, massaging the base of his cock and grabbing it firmly from time to time.
Yeo's dick is twitching like crazy and it signals Wooyoung that he is right on the edge, so close to cumming only for his orgasm to be taken away when Woo stops completely.
At this point, Yeosang's cheeks are drenched in tears and Wooyoung finally takes pity on the boy. He moves so he can place himself at Yeosang's thighs once more, his intentions different now. Yeosang thinks that he will edge him again and deprive him of yet another orgasm, so he trashes in his hold. "Shh, shh. Calm down, baby. I'll make you feel good."
Wooyoung goes to sit on top of Yeosang's thighs so that the other can't thrust into his hands, he has the intention to give him the best handjob of his life. He gently grabs a hold of Yeosang's cock with one hand and starts caressing along the length with his fingers at a slow pace with the other. Yeosang's hands fly up at the long needed stimulation and it not being enough, he attempts to touch himself over Wooyoung, but the other swats his them away and keeps having his way with him.
Yeosang's cock tingles, already feeling so close from the faint touches. He still tries to fight Wooyoung into letting him touch himself, but his friend only stops, letting go of his dick. Yeosang cries at the loss of contact, but moans when Wooyoung pins both of his arms by his wrists over his head. He only uses one hand to do so and it makes Yeosang shiver, he didn't know Woo was so strong.
His other hand carefully, but firmly wraps around his throat and Yeosang lets out a choked gasp, a few drops of precum dripping on his belly. Woo's fingers tighten, feeling the vibrations of Yeosang's moans against his fingers. "I know I was being a tease and you really need to cum, but I need you to be a good boy for me and wait just a little longer. I promise it will be worth it." His voice is husky and filled with arousal, leaving Yeosang all limp under his body.
"I need an answer Sangie." Yeosang nods hurriedly, trying to speak, but nothing comes out from the pressure of Woo's hand. Wooyoung chuckles and leans down, pressing every inch of his body against the vulnerable boy underneath, his clothes cock brushing against Yeosang's and they both groan at the contact. Warmth radiates from both of them, the tension as high as ever.
Wooyoung licks Yeosang's bottom lip, the boy opening his mouth in response and Woo can't resist kissing him. He bites the other's lips before pressing his own firmly against them. The taste of sweet raspberry cheesecake Yeosang ate before the whole massage situation still lingering in his mouth and Wooyoung's tongue pokes at it, wanting to taste more. He obediently parts his lips for his best friend and Wooyoung tongue fucks his mouth very lewdly, almost reaching the back of his throat. "Fuuck you taste so fucking good~" Wooyoung groans against his mouth, between kisses that follow.
Wooyoung feels Yeosang's fingers gripping his hair tightly and it only pushes him to become less in control. His cock becoming the hardest it has ever been and it's starting to leak precum too. His sweats are doing a poor job at containing the clear substance.
Yeosang is overwhelmed, so much that he doesn't even realize his hips are thrusting against Wooyoung, said boy dry humping the sensitive male bellow and forgetting how close he actually is. That is until Yeosang suddenly whips away from him and he whimpers endlessly, shaking and tensing up. Wooyoung finally sees that he has parted Yeosang's legs, wrapping them around his waist and positioning himself so that the tip of his clothed dick would rub against Yeosang's bare hole.
Yeosang lets his arms rest against the cushy material, instantly gripping the sheets with all of his strength, but before he can orgasm, Wooyoung sits up. "No, no- no! N-no, you sa-sai- Ahhh!"
Wooyoung doesn't give him any time to finish his sentence, wrapping his hand around the oversensitive dick at the same time he straddles Yeosang's lap like he did before and he pumps at a fast unexpected pace, his other hand coming to join soon after. Yeosang moans and whines loudly, gasping for breath as his chest rises and falls uncontrollably fast, drool dripping down the sides of his mouth. Since Wooyoung is seated on top of him, his attempt to get away from the too intense handjob is in vain and he has to lay back and take it. His whole body shakes, feeling like it's on fire, a tingly feeling forming all the way inside of him, reaching the tip of his dick to the deepest part of his brain.
He can't think anymore, numb to anything but the pleasure rising in his stomach like it never did before. Wooyoung would be concerned for Yeo if the situation was any different, his whole body spasming and his head thrown back as no sound escapes his mouth, probably in too much pleasure to even be able to let any sound out. "That's it baby, cum for me, make a mess all over yourself yeah?"
His orgasm hits him so hard that he screams, cum shooting out of his wet cock in long heavy spurts, some even reaching his neck and chin. It is almost never ending as the white substance keeps oozing out of Yeosang's dick, Wooyoung keeps stroking the spent boy to milk him of every last drop. It lasts for so long that he doesn't even realize when another orgasm is ripped out of him, but almost nothing comes out this time, nothing left in his balls. "Oh fuck, that was so hot. I almost creamed my pants."
He can faintly hear Wooyoung's voice, eyes squinting even in the darker room. He feels a hand caress his cheek, the weight on top of him disappears and he doesn't know why, but panic immediately rises in his chest. "Wait- Woo!" He calls out, voice raspy from all the noises. Wooyoung quickly hugs him.
He pulls him up from his laid down position with his whole strength, holding him tighter against his chest and Yeosang slumps tiredly against him. "I've got you, I'm not going anywhere." He tries to reassure Yeosang, himself not being used to giving this kind of treatment to anyone.
Seonghwa told him about aftercare once, he had told him to praise the person and make sure they felt safe and calm after an intercourse. Wooyoung attempts to do it for Yeosang, since he knows how intense all of it was. It was for him too, even though he didn't cum and surprisingly he doesn't even mind. His whole attention to Yeosang and his wellbeing only.
"You did so well, looked so pretty for me. I loved touching you, thank you for letting me Sangie." He kisses the top of head and he feels Yeo hum against his chest, making him giggle softly.
Yeosang suddenly parts from Wooyoung, looking alerted for someone who was supposed to be calm. His next words make Wooyoung smile softly. "You didn't cum. Right?" He asks shyly, with a hint of guilt.
Wooyoung knows he must feel bad for not making him feel good too, but it was only supposed to be about Yeosang's pleasure anyways. He tries to explain that to Yeosang and tells him he doesn't need release, that pleading him was enough. "Don't worry about me."
"But you're still hard." He says almost whispering, like he is shy to say the word even after everything that just happened. Wooyoung shakes his head, confirming that it will go down eventually, but Yeosang whines. "I want to touch you too." He says it so innocently that Wooyoung groans and curses under his breath.
"You don't have to baby-" He tries to reassure Yeosang once more, but he groans when his friend's hand wraps around his clothed cock and squeezes like he had done to him before. "Oh- fuck Sangie. Are you sure?" Yeosang strokes him through his pants and it's Wooyoung's turn to moan uncontrollably, throwing his head back and bearing his neck to the hungry boy.
Yeosang straddles his laps, attaching himself to Wooyoung's neck and sucking at the skin mercilessly, biting from time to time which makes Woo wince and fuck up into his fist. "Wooyoung~" Yeosang moans against his throat. His stomach flutters at the way Wooyoung cants his hips up into now both of his hands, it's almost like he is fucking him since Yeosang is sitting on top of him.
Wooyoung can't even stop, the pleasure is too good and it's like something took possession over him. When Yeosang takes his hands off, Wooyoung's head comes back forward and his eyes come back into focus. "Why'd you stop?" He asks with pouty lips and Yeosang bites his own, trying to hide a smile.
"Just wanna take these off." He tugs at Woo's sweatpants and underwear at the same time, lowering them until his whole cock is uncovered and Yeosang salivates at the beautiful sight. "So pretty." Wooyoung laughs at Yeosang's words, but quickly chokes on his own saliva when Yeosang's fingers wrap around his bare cock this time, feeling every ridge and the texture of his skin.
Wooyoung's dick is longer and thicker than Yeosang's and it's veiny, the tip round and sensitive. Yeosang moans as a bead of pearly white precum oozes out when he squeezes the base, like his friend did to him earlier. He reaches for the substance with his index and middle finger, gathering it on the tips and bringing it up to his mouth, sucking at the digits and Wooyoung cries out at the dirty action. He desperately needs to cum now, having gone too long with his balls full and ready to burst.
He tries to hump his way into Yeosang's hand and the boy complies, forming a tight ring around his cock and letting Wooyoung fuck into it like a desperate slut. Wooyoung can't stop his hips from thrusting up, ignoring the burning sensation in his muscles and he is glad he did because Yeosang pretends he is riding him. Wooyoung stills and lies on his back before continuing his motion.
Yeosang strokes him a few times in rhythm with his thrust and Wooyoung loses it, he grips Yeosang's thighs tightly and pulls him hard towards him. Yeosang ends up with his ass cheeks parted over Wooyoung's dick and he practically fucks Yeosang without penetration. Yeosang is still sensitive from the session and the way Wooyoung is rubbing his cock against his virgin hole is making him shiver. "So good for me Yeo."
"Such a pretty boy. Gonna cum all over your tight hole- fuck! Wish I could fill you up~" Yeosang moans, wishing Wooyoung could fuck him too, so badly. "Love you, Woo." He whimpers as he strokes his own cock. Wooyoung quickly notices and fucks even harder against his hole.
They both cum at the same time, Wooyoung's hips slowing down as the waves of pleasure dissipate, but Yeosang looks like he is too sensitive to keep jerking himself off even though he's still orgasming. He is growing frustrated, because he needs more and can't give it to himself. "Let me help love."
Wooyoung sits up, pulling Yeosang closer by holding him with one arm wrapped around his waist and with his free hand he engulfs Yeosang's trembling fingers with his own, tightening the grip and feeling the cock twitch. He guides and helps Yeosang to pump himself slowly. "I love you too Sangie. So fucking much." He whispers against Yeosang's ear and they both keep stroking until Yeosang's orgasm reaches its end.
Their bodies become limp against one another and they breathe heavily, before wooyoung giggles which triggers Yeosang to start laughing too. They look into each other's eyes, not believing what just happened, but oh, so happy it did. Yeosang kisses Wooyoung this time, a kiss full of love.
It's slow and careful, almost so that Wooyoung doesn't turn into dust and gets swept away. Wooyoung's hands hold Yeosang's hips and he tries to pull him even closer if possible, letting Yeosang lead the kiss.
They part to breathe and Wooyoung smiles while admiring Yeosang's beauty, which makes the boy blush and hide in his neck. Wooyoung cackles and says playfully. "I just made you cum three times and you get shy on me?" To which Yeosang turns red like a tomato. Guess some things will never change.
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