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Sn doesn’t let him down instantly, enjoying their bodies interwined together and the lazy kisses Wy gives him. There’s a smile on Wy’s lips and Sn realizes it’s been too long since he last saw him smile honestly.

He doesn’t know much longer will have to pass until he sees it again.

With his arms hugging Sn’s neck and their lips glued together, Sn can only go deeper until his cock twitches before he’s coming inside of Wy with a prayer of his name.

“Love you, Wy,” Sn cries, looking for another kiss.

His heart explodes for Sn, who holds him so dearly and clings to his words.

“Good pup. You’re my good boy, my perfect Sn,” Wy chants, breath punched out of him as he’s drilled against the wall with every thrust.

His cock fits perfectly into Wy’s ass, holding onto him so hard that it will leave marks tomorrow but they can only focus on today.

Sn still needs guidance, looking up at Wy to know when to go faster or harder, how to move and where to kiss. Wy is falling in love with him all over again.

your pants off?”

“Oh? True. Sorry, sorry,” Sn repeats, cheeks pink with embarrassment. Wy really has to hold his laughter because Sn is just too cute.

However, once Sn receives a last pull at his ear to make him concentrate, he’s full in.

For him, he isn’t heavier than a feather so it’s easy to keep him up and pressed to the wall, the only problem is when Wy attacks his lips and makes him forget he should be doing anything at all.

“Sn,” Wy scolds him lightly when they almost end up on their knees.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Can you take

Reading Wy’s mind and seeing him uncomfortable, he passes an arm under Wy’s leg to help him keep it up and giving it a better angle to reach his prostate. It works as a charm when Wy tilts his head back with a loud moan and a ‘good pup’.

It’s so easy to simply lift Wy up.

Breathless and with his naked body for Sn’s eyes to feast on, the hybrid doesn’t lose a single second before kissing up his neck.

“Move your fingers,” Wy asks, bossy even when he’s getting fucked.

Sn is a good boy so he obeys.

It’s a new experience to use Sn’s fingers to open himself up. Sn is still in shock, moaning when Wy scolds him for not doing it properly. His ears are down and he’s pouting so much, although that quickly disappears once Wy asks for a kiss.

He’s done it *well*, but as Wy’s shirt falls to the floor, he feels completely inexperienced. Not even in his first time he was like this.

It’s not a problem for Wy, who takes his hand and moves it towards his own hip. He’s going to guide Sn through this like the pup he is.

face. Only then he catches up, blinking slowly until his pants are on the floor.

It’s not that he is against it, but Wy has always taken the lead between the two of them and it’s been so long since he wasn’t the bottom.

He *knows* how to top. Theoretically.

He’s done it before.

confusion. His tail goes still.

“What?”

“Do I have to explain the concept of fucking to you?” Wy teases again, pulling at one of Sn’s ears.

Still, it’s like the idea doesn’t sink in until one of Wy’s hands reaches for his pants, starting to pull them down while his eyes are glued to the hybrid’s

He stores in the back of his mind how this information could work for them before deciding that fuck it, he’s not waiting and instead he could use it *now*. “Pup, would you fuck me against the wall?”

It’s like the question is impossible to understand for Sn, who just looks at him with pure

Not more confused than Wy, who is now about to hit the ceiling.

“Hi?” Wy offers, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Maybe I forgot how strong I am,” Sn admmits in a tiny voice.

“You think?” Wy teases.

It’s not that long, but Sn is needy and it’s not so much the not having sex, it’s not having Wy *at all* what’s killing him.

He’s so desperate that when his arms circle Wy’s waist to lift him and press him against the door, instead he comes face to face with Wy’s stomach. Sn looks up, confused.

They don’t have much time, but Sn plans to make every minute count.

“What are you doing?” Wy giggles as Sn closes the door behind themselves.

“Enjoying my boyfriend. I’ve missed you.”

It’s true they haven’t had a moment for themselves in a few weeks.

Anxiety and paranoia have been eating him alive, but he can’t focus on that so instead he plants a smile on his lips to pretend everything is okay.

Luckily, the sun starts to set, they say their goodbyes knowing Sn will be back in the ring before midnight for his fight.

Wy can’t help but notice people turning their heads to look at the hybrids and something uncomfortable sits in the pitch of his stomach. Are people looking because they’re amazed by the hybrids or is it because they’re keeping track of them? Are they safe or are spies out here following them?

They try to invite him to join them like Wy wouldn’t have four broken bones by now if he tried to do half of the things they do, but he thanks them for trying to include him since it’s still sweet.

move away from Sn’s waist. They talk about everything and nothing before Sn makes a comment about being ready to throw hands and suddenly, Wy is watching Sn and Yh bite into each other.

He knows hybrids are stronger than humans, but seeing Sn lift Yh over his head like nothing is still scary.

Yh laughs at him, but he lets him be even when Sn almost climbs into Wy’s lap in the middle of the diner just to hug his boyfriend tighter.

It’s endearing seeing Sn not scared of showing affection publicly and even if Wy is still tense whispering in his ear “pup, someone may see”, his arms don’t

Despite being fully platonic, Sn still comes running to them to snatch Wy out of his friend’s hands. He’s not jealous (he is, only a bit), but he’s barely seen Wy lately and he wants him as much as he can get.

Following his promise, Wy gets to the lunch with Yh and he’s welcomed by a very excited hybrid who picks him up and spins him around.

“You smell like Sni!” Yh celebrates before putting him on the floor.

With a kiss to Sn’s forehead and a quick shower to get the dry sweat off (and picking one of Sn’s shirt to carry his scent), he’s out of the door. Wy knows other humans won’t notice the difference, but if Sn were to come with him, he’d know and that’s all that matters.

He’s running out of favors to ask and people to question, but he can’t let it rest.

Especially not when Sn’s name has been involved in half the conversations.

“Okay, but tomorrow you’re having dinner with me,” Sn protests in a babble that takes a lot of effort on Wy’s part to understand.

paleness in his skin doesn’t come from the moonlight, instead the anxiety eating him alive. There’s something happening.

Something has been happening for the last months, but now it’s starting to move faster and Wy hates not knowing.

His voice sounds raspy and pouty, it takes everything in Wy not to melt in his arms and fall asleep kissing him.

“I have to go, but I promise it won’t be long. Yh is waiting for you tomorrow, I’ll try to be there too.”

If he was more awake, Sn would notice the bags under Wy’s eyes or how the

anything. He’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes and he smells like Utopιa so he must have been at the club until not long ago. And he’s leaving already?

“You aren’t sleeping here?” Sn asks.

He still smells like smoke and *people*. Sn scrunches his nose, he doesn’t like when Wy smells like someone else, even less when it’s a lot of people. “I know, I know. Just wanted to give you a kiss before I head out.”

That makes Sn turn, opening his eyes to look at Wy and check he hasn’t missed