STEP - STEP - SPIN - DOWN (1/3)
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Taekyeon frowned. Maybe he also pouted a little bit, but just mentally. He might have a thing for cute stuff but he was a man after all. And yes, Taekyeon could pout mentally.
"How do you do that?", he asked looking at Wooyoung.
The younger approached him after he'd finished his new dance routine, turning off the music player Taekyeon was sitting next to.
"Oh, I just press this button and suddenly, the music stops, it's like magic, hyung!", he grins, earning a slight slap at the back of his head and he growled. "Ouch, what was that for?"
"I mean, how do you dance so... graceful... and natural? While I'm so... awkward?"
"I don't know.", Wooyoung shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. "Maybe you're too... tall? Or manly? I really don't know..."
"Well, you're not the shortest either and you're definitely not a girl, so..."
"Why don't you ask Chansung then? He's almost as tall as you AND a good dancer, maybe he can help you."
"Oh. You're right, thank you~"
Wooyoung shook his head watching Taekyeon before Nichkhun wanted him to turn the music on again and he already forgets about the older.
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"Uh... hey Chansung."
The youngest looked up from his book.
"Yeah, hyung?"
Taekyeon sat down on the floor in front of the couch Chansung was sitting on and chewed his lips awkwardly.
"You know... this new routine..."
"Yeah..."
"Well... I'm kinda..."
"Stuck? Awkward? Helpless?"
"Thanks, Chansung."
"I'm sorry.", the younger grinned and put away the book looking at Taekyeon. "But I've been watching you lately and I noticed that you're having serious problems with the routine. Then you asked Wooyoung to help you but he couldn't and now you came to me."
"What are you, Buddha?", Taekyeon frowned again but nodded. "Yeah... you're right. You know, you're almost my height but YOU don't have a problem with the routine. Maybe the routine is just not my style but I'd still try before I request changes. So... could you help me? Give me some tips?"
Chansung remains silent for a few seconds, thinking deeply.
"What will I get in return?"
"Argh, you're so... okay. Whatever you want, just help me out or Namyoung will help me fall the next time I trip over my own feet."
"Okay, then-"
"Can we discuss this later? The practice room is free this evening and I don't wanna waist any time..."
Chansung just nods, quietly smiling to himself.
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"STEP - STEP - SPIN - DOWN, just fucking do it!"
"Guess what I AM DOING you idiot, it just doesn't work!"
"Keep focused, goddamn, it's embarrassing!"
"I do my best, okay, you're not the fucking dance-god either!"
"At least I can focus on what I have to do!"
"Oh, sure, Mister Under-the-table-cellphone-checker!"
"I wasn't the one who fell asleep during a meeting, right?"
"You just weren't the one who had three interviews, a CF shooting, two photoshoots and an MC job that day!"
"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not that great and famous and overrated!"
Taekyeon was sure his right knuckles hurt as much as Chansung's left jaw and he angrily stared at him, the younger staring back in a mixture of anger and surprise.
"You bastard."
"What did you just call me?"
It took Taekyeon just two steps to reach Chansung and collar him, shoving him against the wall-sized mirror, but the youngest just scoffed, a smirk on his face.
"Bastard.", he repeated and now it was Taekyeon's turn to scoff in disbelief.
"Acting all cool and shit, hm? Then why does your heart beat so fast? The baby is scared shitless, right?"
"Definitely not. You wouldn't dare to hit me, you're too much of a pussy for that.", Chansung laughed at Taekyeon's surprised expression. "Oh, come on you homo, do you really think I didn't notice? You have a secret and I'm pretty sure that secret has a dick and a nice ass, right?"
Taekyeon examined the younger for a few long seconds from head to toe before he returned to his face again, grinning smugly.
"Well, maybe you're right."
His answer came slowly and he tilted his head to the side a little, still looking down at Chansung and he was stunned at how dark and deep his eyes were and how soft his skin looked... especially those lips...
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?"
Chansung shuddered, Taekyeon's voice started to sound pretty dangerous and suddenly he wasn't that sure anymore that the older wouldn't hit him. And regarding both their physical condition it would definitely be him who would be at the receiving end of some severe ass-kicking. Chansung gulped when he felt Taekyeon's grip around his collar tighten and the way the older stared at him made him feel definitely uneasy.
"Can you... let go of my clothes... please?"
"Why should I?"
It took Chansung a second to answer, he needed to tell himself not to panic.
"Uh... because... you wanted to practice and this is definitely NOT practice and-"
"I know how to turn this into practice, Chan."
When the fuck did he become CHAN?
"But-"
His remark got cut of sharply by a pair of lips pressing against his own, making him gasp unwillingly at the unfamiliar feeling. It wasn't like Chansung has never been kissed before, it was just that he'd never been kissed like THIS.
He felt a tongue pushing against his lips almost gently and slightly reluctant Chansung parted his lips, immediately feeling said tongue entering his mouth, discovering every inch in it's reach before starting a hot fight with Chansung's tongue, pushing and stroking against it. The youngest didn't really know what to do so he just gave in, kind of copying everything Taekyeon did. He tried to breathe through his nose but at some point his lungs just couldn't take it anymore and he flinched back, sucking in a deep breath and banging his head against the mirror behind him. The sudden painful impact brought him back to his senses and he stared at Taekyeon, big-eyed and with his lips slightly parted.
"Fuck, what...?"
"Did you like it?"
The grin didn't leave his hyung's face when Chansung tried to get his collar out of Taekyeon's grip, instead it grew even wider when the older man grabbed his wrists with his left hand, pinning them up above his head against the mirror.
"Hyung... this is not funny anymore..."
"This is not supposed to be funny, Chan."
Chansung gasped surprised when he suddenly felt Taekyeon's free right hand hovering down his sides until his fingertips reached the seam of the shirt he was wearing and pushing it up he sneaked his hand up Chansung's stomach again.
"You've started to work out, don't you?"
Chansung had to bite back a low groan when skillful fingers played with his nipples.
"That's none of you're business..."
"Oh, it is, because I'm your hyung."
Chansung was no sure what kind of explanation that was but he couldn't ask because Taekyeon kissed him again, crashing their lips almost violently before separating again for brief moments to let go of Chansung's hands and pull the shirt over his head. He quickly grabbed his wrists again before the younger could come to his senses and kissed him again, smiling inwardly when Chansung experimentally sucked his tongue a little bit.
Taking that as a sign that Chansung wasn't against this, at least not completely, he trailed his free hand down his chest and stomach again until he reached the seam of his sweatpants. He let go of Chansung's lips and the maknae's breath catched beautifully in his throat when he stroked him through the fabric of his sweatpants.
"H-hyung~", Chansung's voice was shaky and he turned his head to the side when Taekyeon motioned to kiss him again. "D-don't..."
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"No, but..."
Chansung didn't know how to express what he wanted to say so he was more then thankful when the older man kind of read his thoughts.
"I'm not going to force you. We can start slowly, okay?"
"Start... w-what?"
Taekyeon nodded, removing his hand from Chansung's crotch to skillfully open his sweatpants. Pushing them down slowly his gaze remained glued to his dongsaeng's eyes.
"Chansung?"
"Ye-yeah...?"
"What do you feel?"
"Your-your hand~"
Taekyeon chuckled and watched with fascination as Chansung leaned his head against the mirror, his eyes half closed and the moan that escaped his lips a second later was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.
"Moan for me, Chansung.", he growled into his ear, kissing down his dongsaeng's throat and collarbone, giving it a gentle bite before returning to his neck, sucking a small area of tempting soft skin between his lips and teeth, biting and sucking gently until a dark violett spot was blooming on Chansung's skin. Fortunately the youngest was too emerged into the hand stroking him through the thin fabric of his shorts to notice something and Taekyeon decided to start his very own lesson.
"Look at me."
His instruction was followed by his hands shoving down Chansung's shorts and even the sensation of fabric on his skin caused him so moan, a clear sign that his body was ready for what Taekyeon wanted to do and he smiled when the younger finally managed to open his dark eyes again, his pupils taking a second to adjust to Taekyeon's face just inches away.
"Hyung, what-"
"Sht. Don't talk as long as I don't ask you a question.", Taekyeon interrupted him and with a smile he let go of Chansung's wrists when the younger boy nodded.
They fall down onto Taekyeon's shoulders, Chansung's fingers clenching into the fabric of his shirt and he moaned deeply when the older palmed his cock without a warning. Biting back another moan he let his head hang, his eyes closed.
"First question, what's your name?"
"Hwang... Chan-chansung..."
"What's your name?"
"H-hwang-"
"What's your name?"
"Chan?"
"That's right."
Chansung got rewarded with another hand sneaking over his ass and giving it a tight sqeeze while that first hand kept it's slow pace around his cock that was driving him crazy.
"Second question, what do you want?"
Chansung was taken aback by that question and pretty much all his blood had abandoned his brain so it took him longer to think of an answer.
"I w-want to... be-become f-famous and- OH FUCK!"
He felt a finger slowly pushing into his body and had to bite back a pained cry but he could not avoid his eyes filling with tears so he was thankful for Taekyeon to grab his chin and press their lips together again, distracting him a little so his body could adjust to the weird feeling. When the older separated their lips again he smiled.
"Third question, what's your favorite food?"
"I... I eat almost e-every... everything~"
"Good."
Chansung felt that finger slowly pushing deeper and he bit his lower lip until he drew blood but slowly he got used to the feeling so he looked up at Taekyeon, nodding slightly.
"Fourth question, something you'd like to do right now."
"C-come..."
Taekyeon chuckled and Chansung couldn't hold back a light smile that got broken by a loud lustful moan when the older moved his finger into another direction, hitting a secret bundle of nerves that Chansung had only heard of and when he repeated that action he made him see stars and rainbows and immensly bright colors again and again.
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This week will be a writing-marathon OTL I need to finish so many fanfictions, damn you procrastination ㅠㅅㅠ I hope you like reading this, gimme some feedback, yo! ㅋㅋㅋ Sorry for any crappy grammar/vocab/spelling, it's early in the morning and I just got back from dance practice and yeah~ part (2/3) will have more naughty scenes, yes/no? ㅅㅂㅅ
Taekyeon frowned. Maybe he also pouted a little bit, but just mentally. He might have a thing for cute stuff but he was a man after all. And yes, Taekyeon could pout mentally.
"How do you do that?", he asked looking at Wooyoung.
The younger approached him after he'd finished his new dance routine, turning off the music player Taekyeon was sitting next to.
"Oh, I just press this button and suddenly, the music stops, it's like magic, hyung!", he grins, earning a slight slap at the back of his head and he growled. "Ouch, what was that for?"
"I mean, how do you dance so... graceful... and natural? While I'm so... awkward?"
"I don't know.", Wooyoung shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. "Maybe you're too... tall? Or manly? I really don't know..."
"Well, you're not the shortest either and you're definitely not a girl, so..."
"Why don't you ask Chansung then? He's almost as tall as you AND a good dancer, maybe he can help you."
"Oh. You're right, thank you~"
Wooyoung shook his head watching Taekyeon before Nichkhun wanted him to turn the music on again and he already forgets about the older.
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"Uh... hey Chansung."
The youngest looked up from his book.
"Yeah, hyung?"
Taekyeon sat down on the floor in front of the couch Chansung was sitting on and chewed his lips awkwardly.
"You know... this new routine..."
"Yeah..."
"Well... I'm kinda..."
"Stuck? Awkward? Helpless?"
"Thanks, Chansung."
"I'm sorry.", the younger grinned and put away the book looking at Taekyeon. "But I've been watching you lately and I noticed that you're having serious problems with the routine. Then you asked Wooyoung to help you but he couldn't and now you came to me."
"What are you, Buddha?", Taekyeon frowned again but nodded. "Yeah... you're right. You know, you're almost my height but YOU don't have a problem with the routine. Maybe the routine is just not my style but I'd still try before I request changes. So... could you help me? Give me some tips?"
Chansung remains silent for a few seconds, thinking deeply.
"What will I get in return?"
"Argh, you're so... okay. Whatever you want, just help me out or Namyoung will help me fall the next time I trip over my own feet."
"Okay, then-"
"Can we discuss this later? The practice room is free this evening and I don't wanna waist any time..."
Chansung just nods, quietly smiling to himself.
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"STEP - STEP - SPIN - DOWN, just fucking do it!"
"Guess what I AM DOING you idiot, it just doesn't work!"
"Keep focused, goddamn, it's embarrassing!"
"I do my best, okay, you're not the fucking dance-god either!"
"At least I can focus on what I have to do!"
"Oh, sure, Mister Under-the-table-cellphone-checker!"
"I wasn't the one who fell asleep during a meeting, right?"
"You just weren't the one who had three interviews, a CF shooting, two photoshoots and an MC job that day!"
"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not that great and famous and overrated!"
Taekyeon was sure his right knuckles hurt as much as Chansung's left jaw and he angrily stared at him, the younger staring back in a mixture of anger and surprise.
"You bastard."
"What did you just call me?"
It took Taekyeon just two steps to reach Chansung and collar him, shoving him against the wall-sized mirror, but the youngest just scoffed, a smirk on his face.
"Bastard.", he repeated and now it was Taekyeon's turn to scoff in disbelief.
"Acting all cool and shit, hm? Then why does your heart beat so fast? The baby is scared shitless, right?"
"Definitely not. You wouldn't dare to hit me, you're too much of a pussy for that.", Chansung laughed at Taekyeon's surprised expression. "Oh, come on you homo, do you really think I didn't notice? You have a secret and I'm pretty sure that secret has a dick and a nice ass, right?"
Taekyeon examined the younger for a few long seconds from head to toe before he returned to his face again, grinning smugly.
"Well, maybe you're right."
His answer came slowly and he tilted his head to the side a little, still looking down at Chansung and he was stunned at how dark and deep his eyes were and how soft his skin looked... especially those lips...
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?"
Chansung shuddered, Taekyeon's voice started to sound pretty dangerous and suddenly he wasn't that sure anymore that the older wouldn't hit him. And regarding both their physical condition it would definitely be him who would be at the receiving end of some severe ass-kicking. Chansung gulped when he felt Taekyeon's grip around his collar tighten and the way the older stared at him made him feel definitely uneasy.
"Can you... let go of my clothes... please?"
"Why should I?"
It took Chansung a second to answer, he needed to tell himself not to panic.
"Uh... because... you wanted to practice and this is definitely NOT practice and-"
"I know how to turn this into practice, Chan."
When the fuck did he become CHAN?
"But-"
His remark got cut of sharply by a pair of lips pressing against his own, making him gasp unwillingly at the unfamiliar feeling. It wasn't like Chansung has never been kissed before, it was just that he'd never been kissed like THIS.
He felt a tongue pushing against his lips almost gently and slightly reluctant Chansung parted his lips, immediately feeling said tongue entering his mouth, discovering every inch in it's reach before starting a hot fight with Chansung's tongue, pushing and stroking against it. The youngest didn't really know what to do so he just gave in, kind of copying everything Taekyeon did. He tried to breathe through his nose but at some point his lungs just couldn't take it anymore and he flinched back, sucking in a deep breath and banging his head against the mirror behind him. The sudden painful impact brought him back to his senses and he stared at Taekyeon, big-eyed and with his lips slightly parted.
"Fuck, what...?"
"Did you like it?"
The grin didn't leave his hyung's face when Chansung tried to get his collar out of Taekyeon's grip, instead it grew even wider when the older man grabbed his wrists with his left hand, pinning them up above his head against the mirror.
"Hyung... this is not funny anymore..."
"This is not supposed to be funny, Chan."
Chansung gasped surprised when he suddenly felt Taekyeon's free right hand hovering down his sides until his fingertips reached the seam of the shirt he was wearing and pushing it up he sneaked his hand up Chansung's stomach again.
"You've started to work out, don't you?"
Chansung had to bite back a low groan when skillful fingers played with his nipples.
"That's none of you're business..."
"Oh, it is, because I'm your hyung."
Chansung was no sure what kind of explanation that was but he couldn't ask because Taekyeon kissed him again, crashing their lips almost violently before separating again for brief moments to let go of Chansung's hands and pull the shirt over his head. He quickly grabbed his wrists again before the younger could come to his senses and kissed him again, smiling inwardly when Chansung experimentally sucked his tongue a little bit.
Taking that as a sign that Chansung wasn't against this, at least not completely, he trailed his free hand down his chest and stomach again until he reached the seam of his sweatpants. He let go of Chansung's lips and the maknae's breath catched beautifully in his throat when he stroked him through the fabric of his sweatpants.
"H-hyung~", Chansung's voice was shaky and he turned his head to the side when Taekyeon motioned to kiss him again. "D-don't..."
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"No, but..."
Chansung didn't know how to express what he wanted to say so he was more then thankful when the older man kind of read his thoughts.
"I'm not going to force you. We can start slowly, okay?"
"Start... w-what?"
Taekyeon nodded, removing his hand from Chansung's crotch to skillfully open his sweatpants. Pushing them down slowly his gaze remained glued to his dongsaeng's eyes.
"Chansung?"
"Ye-yeah...?"
"What do you feel?"
"Your-your hand~"
Taekyeon chuckled and watched with fascination as Chansung leaned his head against the mirror, his eyes half closed and the moan that escaped his lips a second later was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard.
"Moan for me, Chansung.", he growled into his ear, kissing down his dongsaeng's throat and collarbone, giving it a gentle bite before returning to his neck, sucking a small area of tempting soft skin between his lips and teeth, biting and sucking gently until a dark violett spot was blooming on Chansung's skin. Fortunately the youngest was too emerged into the hand stroking him through the thin fabric of his shorts to notice something and Taekyeon decided to start his very own lesson.
"Look at me."
His instruction was followed by his hands shoving down Chansung's shorts and even the sensation of fabric on his skin caused him so moan, a clear sign that his body was ready for what Taekyeon wanted to do and he smiled when the younger finally managed to open his dark eyes again, his pupils taking a second to adjust to Taekyeon's face just inches away.
"Hyung, what-"
"Sht. Don't talk as long as I don't ask you a question.", Taekyeon interrupted him and with a smile he let go of Chansung's wrists when the younger boy nodded.
They fall down onto Taekyeon's shoulders, Chansung's fingers clenching into the fabric of his shirt and he moaned deeply when the older palmed his cock without a warning. Biting back another moan he let his head hang, his eyes closed.
"First question, what's your name?"
"Hwang... Chan-chansung..."
"What's your name?"
"H-hwang-"
"What's your name?"
"Chan?"
"That's right."
Chansung got rewarded with another hand sneaking over his ass and giving it a tight sqeeze while that first hand kept it's slow pace around his cock that was driving him crazy.
"Second question, what do you want?"
Chansung was taken aback by that question and pretty much all his blood had abandoned his brain so it took him longer to think of an answer.
"I w-want to... be-become f-famous and- OH FUCK!"
He felt a finger slowly pushing into his body and had to bite back a pained cry but he could not avoid his eyes filling with tears so he was thankful for Taekyeon to grab his chin and press their lips together again, distracting him a little so his body could adjust to the weird feeling. When the older separated their lips again he smiled.
"Third question, what's your favorite food?"
"I... I eat almost e-every... everything~"
"Good."
Chansung felt that finger slowly pushing deeper and he bit his lower lip until he drew blood but slowly he got used to the feeling so he looked up at Taekyeon, nodding slightly.
"Fourth question, something you'd like to do right now."
"C-come..."
Taekyeon chuckled and Chansung couldn't hold back a light smile that got broken by a loud lustful moan when the older moved his finger into another direction, hitting a secret bundle of nerves that Chansung had only heard of and when he repeated that action he made him see stars and rainbows and immensly bright colors again and again.
- - - - -
This week will be a writing-marathon OTL I need to finish so many fanfictions, damn you procrastination ㅠㅅㅠ I hope you like reading this, gimme some feedback, yo! ㅋㅋㅋ Sorry for any crappy grammar/vocab/spelling, it's early in the morning and I just got back from dance practice and yeah~ part (2/3) will have more naughty scenes, yes/no? ㅅㅂㅅ