"Dirty Little Boy". Himup. NC-17.
He was young. Too young, maybe, but he had a mind that was years beyond his actual age. He was a dirty little boy with a body made for porn and eyes that begged you to drag him to the nearest closet and fuck him silly, whether that look was intentional or not. Innocence was not a word that could be used to describe him, at least by anyone who actually knew the boy. In fact, it was a completely foreign concept to Moon Jongup. Kim Himchan knew this all too well.
The boy would rock his hips into the air, expose his gently sculpted torso and that mouthwatering hipline with the most twisted little smirk on his face. He’d claim he was the shy one and only did this because he was told to, or he was doing it for the fans, but Himchan knew that wasn’t completely truthful. As soon as Jongup would move back to his seat, they’d lock eyes and he knew that alone could make his Hyung melt instantly. He was such a little cocktease.
Dirty little boy.
Sick, twisted, sadistic, dirty little boy.
Of course all the frustration Himchan had onstage paid off quite well as soon as they were alone. He made sure of that, though he hardly ever initiated it. As soon as the van stopped, that dirty little boy would grab him by the arm and drag him inside, down the hall and into the bedroom, then swiftly lock the door behind him, pull Himchan down and kiss him hard on the lips. It was instinctive now. Ritualistic, even. The boy would bite down on the man’s lip and tug, looking him straight in the eye with a certain type of fire that showed Himchan that Jongup wanted him just as bad as he wanted Jongup. Himchan would push him against the door and kiss him back, deep and wanting, occasionally breaking to fumble with pulling off shirts, but reconnecting in between, the clacking of teeth and heavy breathing mixed with an airy little moan scattered throughout being the only music they needed now. Hands fled to zippers, boxers pulled down and abandoned on the floor, and finally Himchan grabbing for the lube. He’d apply it to himself first, then to his long fingers to press inside of that dirty little boy’s entrance, always so tight and hot and ready for him. Then, finally, he’d pull them out and lift the shorter boy up by the thighs, and Jongup would wrap those legs around Himchan’s waist as he buried his full length deep inside him.
Jongup let out the most beautiful little growl at that and wrap his arms around Himchan’s neck, fingers tangling in the short black hair as the older pounded into him, his face pressed against his neck. He bit and sucked at the skin there, leaving tiny little marks all down his neck that would be covered with makeup as soon as possible, but it didn’t matter to him. Jongup was his, at his moment, his dirty little boy. Himchan’s breath hitched as he stifled a moan, trying not to get too loud though Jongup cried out loudly with each thrust, grinding against Himchan in a desperate attempt to push him in further, deeper inside, and soon Himchan would find that sweet spot. Encouraged by Jongup’s pleading little moans, he’d go faster, harder, losing control of his voice first and finally his pace. He went harder, deeper into that tight little hole until he heard Jongup cry out louder than ever and spill his climax between them, and as he shuttered in Himchan’s arms, he’d finish deep inside of the boy, biting harder into his neck than before.
They’d stay like that for a moment to catch their breath and enjoy the closeness of the other, before finally parting, redressing, and commenting to eachother about what just happened. Jongup would shower first, then Himchan, because they seemed to favor the idea that nobody knew about their rendezvous, though nobody was deaf enough to miss the screams coming from the bedroom the six of them shared.
After that, life in the dorm would go on, neither of them alluding to their illicit activities though both gave vague answers whenever confronted about it. There was no love, no real relationship, just sex, and that was fine.
Jongup was a very dirty little boy, and Himchan loved it.