pressure (applied)
Title: Pressure (Applied)
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Top!chan (?)
Length: 1600+ words
Summary: B.A.P successfully complete their Tokyo stage. Their guitarist and bassist celebrate their own way. Set in tcaramel's rocker!au verse.
When Yongguk and Himchan stumbled through the hotel room they didn't make it to the bed before Yongguk's lips were on Himchan's, and Himchan's hand down Yongguk's pants. They weren't drunk. They weren't sober either. Enough to stumble into a lamp on the way and fall on the bed in a heap of limbs and connected lips, drunken giggles and hot breaths fanning each other's faces.
The Tokyo concert, their last date overseas, had been an adrenaline rush. The guys were left so high that they let Daehyun drag them into the VIP room of the most exclusive nightclub in Shibuya, promising a good time. The best after-concert of the tour. Six rounds of shots later, Yongguk called a cab. As much of an exhibitionist he was, Yongguk had an image to keep, and it is always better to be cautious. What he learned in years of public exposure, is that you never know if the person drinking next to you is a friend or a reporter, seeking for scandal and ready to screw your career over. When Himchan swayed his way into his lap and slid to the floor, nuzzling the outline of his cock through his leather pants, he knew that, for many reasons, he would have rather kept the show private.
Which lead them in their shared hotel room, after a heated, seemingly endless cab ride, with Himchan finally sprawled in Yongguk's lap, tugging on their jackets and humping him like a dog, rubbing his dick on Yongguk's and on his thigh. Yongguk let himself be intoxicated by Himchan, by the whiny noises in the back of his throat, by his scent, the scent of sweat, and alcohol, and smoke that burned his nostrils as he dug his nose in Himchan's raven hair. He let himself be surrounded by Himchan, just for one night, closed his eyes and laid back, pliant under Himchan's hands that were now stripping him. Himchan's lips were everywhere, mouthing at his neck, sucking on his ear, kissing his face, saliva drying cold on Yongguk's warm skin. He could come in his pants just by the weight of Himchan on him.
"Yongguk..." Himchan breathed, having ridden both of them of their shirts and jackets, "God, I want you. So much..." Himchan kissed Yongguk, a sloppy clash of teeth and tongue, hands roaming Yongguk's crotch once again, heavy and needy.
Yongguk broke the kiss, moving his lips to Himchan's ear. "I want you to fuck me, Channie," he purred, and Himchan's body jerked. He didn't miss how Himchan's breath hitched, the guitarist's eyes searching his. He watched a slow smirk make its way on Himchan's face, and grinned back. Pulling on Himchan's hair, he pushed his head lower. "But first, suck me off."
"Sure." Himchan crawled back and rushed to get Yongguk out of his pants. Admittedly, it didn't go as smooth as he thought. Why was Yongguk the one wearing leather, anyway, when Himchan had the thighs he had? As soon as Himchan stripped him of the second-skin layer (and Yongguk did go commando that night) he pressed a sloppy kiss to the tip of Yongguk's cock. Running his tongue down Yongguk's dick and back up, he wrapped his lips around the head and started sucking lightly. Yongguk moaned and Himchan reciprocated by taking more of him into his mouth, humming around his length.
Himchan loved giving head to Yongguk. He loved the stretch of his lips around Yongguk's girth, the pressure of Yongguk's thick dick heavy on his tongue. He liked testing his gag reflex, deep-throating, sometimes letting Yongguk fuck his mouth until he chocked on his dick and spit. After years of this, their little affair, he knew how to get Yongguk to come by simply breathing on his cock and playing with his balls, how to get quiet and pensive Bang Yongguk to scream his name with a flick of his tongue.
Yongguk caressed Himchan's hair and tried to keep his breath steady. "Himchan..."
Himchan pulled off and spread Yongguk's thighs with his hands, settling himself between his legs and nuzzling the inside of his thighs. "You're my bitch tonight," Himchan said, kissing down the junction between Yongguk's hip and thigh. He lapped at the salty skin under Yongguk's navel, happy trail tickling his chin. Yongguk proceeded with a small protest of 'am not' and Himchan chuckled, dipping his head down to tease Yongguk's balls. The noises Yongguk was making were enough to make Himchan want to fuck him until he was sore. Himchan slid his body lower and locked his arms around Yongguk's thighs, pushing his hips up. He gathered some spit in his mouth and let it dribble down Yongguk's crack, spreading it with his fingers. Yongguk tensed as Himchan started teasing his hole.
Before Himchan could push a finger in, something hard and heavy hit his head.
"Ow!" he yelped, sitting up and glaring at Yongguk. He rubbed his head and took notice of the thrown object. Lube.
"I'm not letting you fuck me with your spit, dumbass," Yongguk snarled, leaning back on his arms.
"I don't even know if I want to fuck you anymore," Himchan muttered, uncapping the bottle and pouring a generous amount in his hand.
Yongguk snorted, "You know you do." The bassist took Himchan's face in his hands, kissing the guitarist slowly. If there was something Yongguk was good at, it was convincing.
"You're right," Himchan sighed in Yongguk's mouth. He slapped Yongguk's thigh with his clear hand. "On all fours, bitch."
"I'm not your bitch," Yongguk grunted, rolling on his stomach and holding himself up on his hands and knees. He looked back and saw Himchan move his jeans and briefs mid-thigh, and licked his lips. Himchan crawled to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning down to kiss his back. Yongguk breathed harshly through his nose as he felt Himchan's dick rub his lower back, and Himchan's fingers rub around his entrance. Yongguk closed his eyes and let his head loll, and Himchan pushed the first finger in, moving it inside of Yongguk with ease. Yongguk was tight, but it was nothing he couldn't take. Himchan knew how to distract him, kissing his nape, his shoulders, caressing his tense stomach with his other hand. Himchan knew Yongguk like the back of his hand, both in their life and in their little dirty secret behind closed doors and shut curtains.
Yongguk pushed back on Himchan's finger and Himchan added a second one, finally curling and scissoring them with skill. Yongguk groaned as the tip of Himchan's long, calloused fingers teased his prostate, his body trembling from the intense rush of pleasure. By the third finger, Yongguk just wanted to get over with it, he had been teetering on the edge since they'd stepped into the room. A moan of his name was the cue for Himchan to remove his fingers.
Himchan poured lube on his dick and spread it on its length before holding Yongguk's hips and pushing in. Yongguk arched his back and moaned in both pain and pleasure. There was something he knew about Himchan, and it was that he wasn't gentle. Himchan started fucking Yongguk as soon as he eased himself in, snapping his hips inside of Yongguk at a fast pace, his thrust aiming precisely at Yongguk's prostate. The sounds of slick, sweaty skin slapping skin, Himchan's belt rubbing against Yongguk's thighs, filled their musically trained ears along with Himchan's breathy grunts and Yongguk's hoarse moans. Yongguk's arms gave up and he fell face down into the mattress, ass up at Himchan's mercy. Himchan sped up his pace, ultimately rutting against Yongguk as he reached in front of him to stroke his dick.
"Mh," Himchan hummed, grabbing Yongguk's newly dyed red hair and turning his head, "do you like how Himchannie is fucking you?" Yongguk would have usually rolled his eyes at Himchan's dirty talk, but now, on the edge of release, with Himchan ramming into him from behind and stroking his dick furiously, he simply nodded, rubbing his face into the bed sheet.
"Fuck, Himchan..." Yongguk moaned, eyes rolling back, and with one of Himchan's deep thrust he came, his orgasm rocking his body from head to toe, cumming all over his hand and the sheets.
Himchan moaned, "I'm coming, Yongguk." He gave the last thrust and pulled out, cumming all over Yongguk's lower back.
Trying to learn how to breathe again, Yongguk let his body drop on the bed, cringing at the sticky mess on his belly, and the pool of cum on his back and ass. Himchan sat back on his calves and huffed, his face and chest covered by drops of sweat. Yongguk turned his head to him and smirked lazily, Himchan smiling back sweetly. With a little effort, Himchan got out of his jeans and boxers, and lied on his stomach next to Yongguk, sighing content.
"I miss your mattress, Bbang," Himchan said, and Yongguk scoffed, scooting closer to Himchan to thread his fingers through the black, damp hair. Himchan leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Sometimes I wonder if you like me for who I am, or for the mattress I own." Yongguk said, grinning.
"Idiot," Himchan muttered, staring at Yongguk pointedly. "It's obviously for your big dick." Yongguk laughed and Himchan yawned, snuggling into Yongguk's side. "And for the mattress."
"Well," Yongguk said, wrapping an arm around Himchan's waist. "We're in Seoul next week. We can play all your favorite games on my mattress." Himchan hummed happily and smirked.
"Wanna ride next time?" Himchan said, wiggling his brows.
"Offer declined," Yongguk said. "Beauty sleep, Himchan."
"Oh, shut the fuck up," Himchan groaned, but when he leaned his head on Yongguk's shoulder, Yongguk could feel his smile on his skin.
A/N: i promised you 500 words of pwp, ended up writing 1600. ops. so yeah i'm sorry about this, tcaramel. you're so great and this is so boring and probably completely sucks, but... i hope you liked it, at least 1/10 ;~~~; ps: i couldn't leave out the mattress.
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Top!chan (?)
Length: 1600+ words
Summary: B.A.P successfully complete their Tokyo stage. Their guitarist and bassist celebrate their own way. Set in tcaramel's rocker!au verse.
When Yongguk and Himchan stumbled through the hotel room they didn't make it to the bed before Yongguk's lips were on Himchan's, and Himchan's hand down Yongguk's pants. They weren't drunk. They weren't sober either. Enough to stumble into a lamp on the way and fall on the bed in a heap of limbs and connected lips, drunken giggles and hot breaths fanning each other's faces.
The Tokyo concert, their last date overseas, had been an adrenaline rush. The guys were left so high that they let Daehyun drag them into the VIP room of the most exclusive nightclub in Shibuya, promising a good time. The best after-concert of the tour. Six rounds of shots later, Yongguk called a cab. As much of an exhibitionist he was, Yongguk had an image to keep, and it is always better to be cautious. What he learned in years of public exposure, is that you never know if the person drinking next to you is a friend or a reporter, seeking for scandal and ready to screw your career over. When Himchan swayed his way into his lap and slid to the floor, nuzzling the outline of his cock through his leather pants, he knew that, for many reasons, he would have rather kept the show private.
Which lead them in their shared hotel room, after a heated, seemingly endless cab ride, with Himchan finally sprawled in Yongguk's lap, tugging on their jackets and humping him like a dog, rubbing his dick on Yongguk's and on his thigh. Yongguk let himself be intoxicated by Himchan, by the whiny noises in the back of his throat, by his scent, the scent of sweat, and alcohol, and smoke that burned his nostrils as he dug his nose in Himchan's raven hair. He let himself be surrounded by Himchan, just for one night, closed his eyes and laid back, pliant under Himchan's hands that were now stripping him. Himchan's lips were everywhere, mouthing at his neck, sucking on his ear, kissing his face, saliva drying cold on Yongguk's warm skin. He could come in his pants just by the weight of Himchan on him.
"Yongguk..." Himchan breathed, having ridden both of them of their shirts and jackets, "God, I want you. So much..." Himchan kissed Yongguk, a sloppy clash of teeth and tongue, hands roaming Yongguk's crotch once again, heavy and needy.
Yongguk broke the kiss, moving his lips to Himchan's ear. "I want you to fuck me, Channie," he purred, and Himchan's body jerked. He didn't miss how Himchan's breath hitched, the guitarist's eyes searching his. He watched a slow smirk make its way on Himchan's face, and grinned back. Pulling on Himchan's hair, he pushed his head lower. "But first, suck me off."
"Sure." Himchan crawled back and rushed to get Yongguk out of his pants. Admittedly, it didn't go as smooth as he thought. Why was Yongguk the one wearing leather, anyway, when Himchan had the thighs he had? As soon as Himchan stripped him of the second-skin layer (and Yongguk did go commando that night) he pressed a sloppy kiss to the tip of Yongguk's cock. Running his tongue down Yongguk's dick and back up, he wrapped his lips around the head and started sucking lightly. Yongguk moaned and Himchan reciprocated by taking more of him into his mouth, humming around his length.
Himchan loved giving head to Yongguk. He loved the stretch of his lips around Yongguk's girth, the pressure of Yongguk's thick dick heavy on his tongue. He liked testing his gag reflex, deep-throating, sometimes letting Yongguk fuck his mouth until he chocked on his dick and spit. After years of this, their little affair, he knew how to get Yongguk to come by simply breathing on his cock and playing with his balls, how to get quiet and pensive Bang Yongguk to scream his name with a flick of his tongue.
Yongguk caressed Himchan's hair and tried to keep his breath steady. "Himchan..."
Himchan pulled off and spread Yongguk's thighs with his hands, settling himself between his legs and nuzzling the inside of his thighs. "You're my bitch tonight," Himchan said, kissing down the junction between Yongguk's hip and thigh. He lapped at the salty skin under Yongguk's navel, happy trail tickling his chin. Yongguk proceeded with a small protest of 'am not' and Himchan chuckled, dipping his head down to tease Yongguk's balls. The noises Yongguk was making were enough to make Himchan want to fuck him until he was sore. Himchan slid his body lower and locked his arms around Yongguk's thighs, pushing his hips up. He gathered some spit in his mouth and let it dribble down Yongguk's crack, spreading it with his fingers. Yongguk tensed as Himchan started teasing his hole.
Before Himchan could push a finger in, something hard and heavy hit his head.
"Ow!" he yelped, sitting up and glaring at Yongguk. He rubbed his head and took notice of the thrown object. Lube.
"I'm not letting you fuck me with your spit, dumbass," Yongguk snarled, leaning back on his arms.
"I don't even know if I want to fuck you anymore," Himchan muttered, uncapping the bottle and pouring a generous amount in his hand.
Yongguk snorted, "You know you do." The bassist took Himchan's face in his hands, kissing the guitarist slowly. If there was something Yongguk was good at, it was convincing.
"You're right," Himchan sighed in Yongguk's mouth. He slapped Yongguk's thigh with his clear hand. "On all fours, bitch."
"I'm not your bitch," Yongguk grunted, rolling on his stomach and holding himself up on his hands and knees. He looked back and saw Himchan move his jeans and briefs mid-thigh, and licked his lips. Himchan crawled to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning down to kiss his back. Yongguk breathed harshly through his nose as he felt Himchan's dick rub his lower back, and Himchan's fingers rub around his entrance. Yongguk closed his eyes and let his head loll, and Himchan pushed the first finger in, moving it inside of Yongguk with ease. Yongguk was tight, but it was nothing he couldn't take. Himchan knew how to distract him, kissing his nape, his shoulders, caressing his tense stomach with his other hand. Himchan knew Yongguk like the back of his hand, both in their life and in their little dirty secret behind closed doors and shut curtains.
Yongguk pushed back on Himchan's finger and Himchan added a second one, finally curling and scissoring them with skill. Yongguk groaned as the tip of Himchan's long, calloused fingers teased his prostate, his body trembling from the intense rush of pleasure. By the third finger, Yongguk just wanted to get over with it, he had been teetering on the edge since they'd stepped into the room. A moan of his name was the cue for Himchan to remove his fingers.
Himchan poured lube on his dick and spread it on its length before holding Yongguk's hips and pushing in. Yongguk arched his back and moaned in both pain and pleasure. There was something he knew about Himchan, and it was that he wasn't gentle. Himchan started fucking Yongguk as soon as he eased himself in, snapping his hips inside of Yongguk at a fast pace, his thrust aiming precisely at Yongguk's prostate. The sounds of slick, sweaty skin slapping skin, Himchan's belt rubbing against Yongguk's thighs, filled their musically trained ears along with Himchan's breathy grunts and Yongguk's hoarse moans. Yongguk's arms gave up and he fell face down into the mattress, ass up at Himchan's mercy. Himchan sped up his pace, ultimately rutting against Yongguk as he reached in front of him to stroke his dick.
"Mh," Himchan hummed, grabbing Yongguk's newly dyed red hair and turning his head, "do you like how Himchannie is fucking you?" Yongguk would have usually rolled his eyes at Himchan's dirty talk, but now, on the edge of release, with Himchan ramming into him from behind and stroking his dick furiously, he simply nodded, rubbing his face into the bed sheet.
"Fuck, Himchan..." Yongguk moaned, eyes rolling back, and with one of Himchan's deep thrust he came, his orgasm rocking his body from head to toe, cumming all over his hand and the sheets.
Himchan moaned, "I'm coming, Yongguk." He gave the last thrust and pulled out, cumming all over Yongguk's lower back.
Trying to learn how to breathe again, Yongguk let his body drop on the bed, cringing at the sticky mess on his belly, and the pool of cum on his back and ass. Himchan sat back on his calves and huffed, his face and chest covered by drops of sweat. Yongguk turned his head to him and smirked lazily, Himchan smiling back sweetly. With a little effort, Himchan got out of his jeans and boxers, and lied on his stomach next to Yongguk, sighing content.
"I miss your mattress, Bbang," Himchan said, and Yongguk scoffed, scooting closer to Himchan to thread his fingers through the black, damp hair. Himchan leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Sometimes I wonder if you like me for who I am, or for the mattress I own." Yongguk said, grinning.
"Idiot," Himchan muttered, staring at Yongguk pointedly. "It's obviously for your big dick." Yongguk laughed and Himchan yawned, snuggling into Yongguk's side. "And for the mattress."
"Well," Yongguk said, wrapping an arm around Himchan's waist. "We're in Seoul next week. We can play all your favorite games on my mattress." Himchan hummed happily and smirked.
"Wanna ride next time?" Himchan said, wiggling his brows.
"Offer declined," Yongguk said. "Beauty sleep, Himchan."
"Oh, shut the fuck up," Himchan groaned, but when he leaned his head on Yongguk's shoulder, Yongguk could feel his smile on his skin.
A/N: i promised you 500 words of pwp, ended up writing 1600. ops. so yeah i'm sorry about this, tcaramel. you're so great and this is so boring and probably completely sucks, but... i hope you liked it, at least 1/10 ;~~~; ps: i couldn't leave out the mattress.