One of the Seven
Title: One of the Seven
Genre: PWP. I argue that there's plot...if you squint really really closely.
Rating: NC-17, NSFW (aka I write smut for the first and maybe last time ever)
Pairing: Woogyu mainly.
Summary: New Year’s Eve has traditionally been the day the seven of them allow themselves to let loose of their inhibitions. It’s a day they basically have an OT7 orgy while drunk on alcohol, and then they go back to the rest of the year being normal, upright world-class citizens, repressing their sexual and romantic attraction to certain individuals in the group. Most of the time.
A/N: This happened because soulgyu said "OMG IMAGINE GYU'S HANDS DURING SEX" or something along those lines because I think my brain combusted after "Gyu's hands". So this is all your fault, and for you because of all the Sunggyu O-face pictures you sent my way. Also because I have the bad habit of thinking readers can read my brain, my immense thanks and eternal gratitude to both mjxcheryl and slashedsilver for beta-ing this for me. Esp slashedsilver whose innocence I feel I might have spoilt.
Sunggyu can’t shake the feeling that there were eyes following his every movement. It was the annual New Year's Day countdown reunion with his group of college mates which was really just an excuse to get drunk without censure since most of them saw each other everyday anyway, having ended up as colleagues in the same company, post-college. By some weird algorithm Myungsoo created (and that nobody dared argue with), his apartment had been selected to house all the drunk bodies this year. Memories of previous gatherings (wrecked furniture, cum-stained carpets and preposterous clean-up bills) causes Sunggyu to shudder involuntarily as he hurries to clear all breakable items from his sitting room and “friend-proof” his house.
It goes without saying that 7 rowdy boys, each hiding (with various degrees of success) repressed sexual attraction towards certain members in the group, should not be allowed anywhere near alcohol. He remembers waking up at Sungjong's house one year, disoriented, naked and stained with all kinds of fluids before he fled the house. New Year's Eve has traditionally been the day they allow themselves to let loose of their inhibitions and behave in ways that the rest of society frowns upon. Anything that happened was considered taboo for the rest of the year, only to be repeated at the end with an intensity that was even greater than the previous year. And though he would never admit it, Sunggyu spends the rest of the year waiting in expectation for this day.
Lately however, the effects of their annual hedonistic orgy have slowly infiltrated their regular lives. Sunggyu smiles wryly as he recalls the push-pull dances and crossed communication wires between certain other members of the group. For a while, he had been busy running interference between the two, consoling one and nagging the other until things had finally stabilised. He’s pleased that the uneasy peace he initially achieved had slowly but surely blossomed into the romance they all knew was going to happen eventually, even way back in high school.
Yeah if only I were as good at sorting out my own love life. Sunggyu scowls as he pushes the thought aside. He was a coward, he knew, but he was fiercely protective of the group’s close-knit familial relationship and would never allow anything, least of all his own personal pleasure, to ruin it.
Now, he surveys the rest of his house where certain members of the group are lounging comfortably as they chat and watch the year end celebrations beginning on his TV screen. He still feels a pair of eyes trained relentlessly on him as he reaches for the tray of pizza that would serve as their dinner, but he's pretty sure he knows who they belong to. Despite feeling a thrill of want coursing down his spine, he decides to ignore it for the moment and walks purposefully towards the sitting room to join the rest.
Before he can leave the kitchen however, a familiar pair of arms snake around his waist as he sucks in a breath, startled but not entirely surprised.
"You smell good today," a low voice breathes in his ears.
"I think you're confusing me with the pizza," he teases back lightly, trying to hide his excitement at the early start to their games this year; the cat and mouse chase where he can never be sure if he's predator or prey.
"Oh I'm pretty sure I know what I like to smell," the voice retorts with a smile. "And that's your fingers with my cum dripping all over it."
The words send a spark of arousal right down to his groin as Sunggyu's lips part and he holds back a moan that almost escapes. He pulls himself together, turning to face the perpetrator and begins to chastise him. "Nam Woohyun! Did you start drinking early this year? Don't you know it's bad to drink on an empty stomach? Is your liver not damaged enough? What about all the food I made!" But his breath is stolen mid-nag as Woohyun teasingly brushes his lips with the barest touch against his own, before lowering it to the knuckles held in his hands.
Sunggyu shivers as he feels Woohyun's lip tracing the edges of his fingers and lets out an involuntary moan as one digit is sensually pulled into the hollow of Woohyun's mouth. Woohyun sucks on his finger, lavishing it with as much care and concern as he once did to other more sensitive regions on his body. Sunggyu feels his legs give way, completely surrendering to the want and need that swirls in his lower belly.
Woohyun lets Sunggyu's finger slip out with a pop. "I'm disappointed, Gyu hyung," he says with mock hurt. "I don't need alcohol to feel this way about you."
A sudden movement at the doorway of the kitchen causes Sunggyu to take a step back unconsciously.
"Putting your moves on early this year, Nam?" A smirking Howon precariously swinging a bottle of beer by its neck appears at the doorway of the kitchen. "Afraid I'd beat you to that ass and those fingers this year?"
"When have you ever won? Although I could have sworn I know someone who'd beat you up if he knew you were harbouring such thoughts towards my Gyu," Woohyun returns, casually wrapping an arm around Sunggyu's shoulders as he motions his head towards the couch where Dongwoo is currently sprawled on, abs peeking out through the raised corner of his tank top, one hand draped over an oddly smiling Myungsoo. The other two who make up their little group are not too far away either, snuggling at Myungsoo’s thighs while sitting at the foot of the couch amidst half empty liquor bottles.
Since when did I belong to Woohyun? Sunggyu blinks, tilting his head to the left in mild confusion as Woohyun wraps his arms tighter and pulls him closer.
"Who said I'd leave Dongwoo hyung out of this? He just loves to play and don't you think Gyu hyung would be such a good little toy for him?" Howon says with a leer as he ambles back to straddle the languid Dongwoo on the couch, slipping a hand under the tank top to give his nipples a tweak.
“Who the hell do you think you’re calling little, you midget?” Sunggyu snarls, starting towards the living room in embarassed fury. Howon’s already distracted however, mouth latching onto Dongwoo’s neck as he threads one hand through strands of golden hair. Any protest Dongwoo might have thought of making quickly dies as Howon mouths his way up to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
He turns away in fake disgust but he's thoroughly distracted by Woohyun's wandering hand that has not stopped playing with his fingers. Feeling naughty, he drags a tentative hand to run up and down the crack of Woohyun's ass, tracing patterns as he hears the other's breath hitch. Wondering how far he can tease before Woohyun breaks, he turns and lets his fingers trace his lips, darting his tongue out to take small licks and laps.
Woohyun's eyes widen in shock and arousal as he watches Sunggyu push one finger past those plump lips, sucking on it. He's always had a thing for Sunggyu's hands (and ass, and lips, and maybe just Sunggyu himself) and he had been so determined to take control this year even before the alcohol came out, in the hopes of convincing his hyung that this was what he really wanted not just once a year on a day to be forgotten for the rest. He’s been dreaming of puffy cheeks and invisible eyes performing obscenely realistic strip-teases on his lap for a few weeks now, always waking up dazedly to an empty bed and a fully pitched tent in his boxers.
He feels his eyes glaze over with lust as Sunggyu gazes at him through hooded eyes,
practically fucking his mouth with his finger. Unconsciously, he finds himself pressing closer against Sunggyu, backing him up against the kitchen counter, and --
Oh. He's not the only one affected by this.
“You’re such a tease, aren’t you,” he growls, as he feels Sunggyu's hardness press back, insistent against his own. Unable to stop himself, he grinds his hips forward and closes his eyes at the pleasant sensation that friction brings, leaving his nerves tingling. Sunggyu pushes back tentatively, eventually thrusting at a rhythm that causes liquid heat pool at the base of his (very nice and squishy) tummy.
If Woohyun keeps this up, he thinks, their annual games would come to an embarrassingly fast end this year. He pulls away slightly, strangely out of breath, unable to meet the gaze of the other, concentrating instead on fiddling with the frayed edges of his denim belt.
“Don’t you wanna wait for the others?” he asks, a little uncertain at the atypical behavior.
Woohyun purposefully ignores the possessive streak in him that threatens to emerge, reminding himself that there is nothing unusual with the question. It is the 31st of December after all. It’s not like Sunggyu is harbouring some deep-seated desire towards the other members in the group...or so he hopes.
He mentally slaps himself for thinking with the wrong organ and pulls his bewildered hyung closer, dragging his lips over red ears, sincerity lacing his voice, “You have no idea how much I want you, do you, hyung? I’ve wanted you, ever since I knew what it means to want somebody. Only you. There are days when I feel like running to your house just to see your face. There are also nights when I wished you were right under me so I could hear you scream my name.”
He pulls back to watch the blush spread throughout the rest of Sunggyu’s face before closing the gap between their faces, lips brushing against lips “And this is one of those nights.”
As much as Sunggyu wants to hit the cheesy bastard, he can’t help but widen his eyes at the unbridled lust and want reflected on Nam’s face. Then there’s lips moving with purpose against his. And tongue, pressing against the crease of his lips wordlessly asking for permission. And he gives it because it feels amazing to have Woohyun’s tongue tangling with his own, and it’s unbelievable how he’s still hard between his legs even after that cringeworthy speech.
That’s the last coherent thought that runs through his mind.
Woohyun runs his hands along Sunggyu’s sides, hooking his fingers through belt loops in an impatient attempt to tug it downwards only to be thwarted by the sturdy brass buckle of the belt. With shaky hands, Sunggyu reaches between them, forcing Woohyun to pull their lips apart and watch him, breath unsteady as he unclasps the buckle, pulling it apart just enough to undo the button holding his pants up. He is thoroughly enjoying how desperate his hyung looks, tugging fiercely at the zipper, inhibitions long forgotten.
Sunggyu pauses and fixes him with a stare that he reads as Get undressed or help me, and he has always thought he’s an expert in deciphering Sunggyu’s eye-speak, but perhaps he isn’t, because he does not expect his hyung to drop to his knees, pulling his sweatpants down to mouth at his crotch through his underwear.
“Gyu-hyung…” he whimpers, gaze fixed unwaveringly on lips wrapped around his cock as the tip of his underwear turns dark and damp through a mix of precum and saliva. “...Don’t tease.”
Spurred on by the response he receives, Sunggyu snakes one hand up Woohyun’s thighs to place to feathery touches circling his balls, the other hand reaching towards the edge of his boxers, pawing at the expanse of skin above it. Woohyun lets out a broken moan, his body about to combust in flames, nerve endings hypersensitive to every touch Sunggyu makes.
He finally (finally! Woohyun thinks) drags it down, nuzzling briefly at the base and licking his way to the tip, tasting the bitterness as he laps at the precum gathered there.
“Do I make you feel good, hmmm?” Sunggyu purrs. “Do you want me to suck you off until you come?” he lowers his lashes and gazes at Woohyun through them. "Should I let you shoot your load down my throat as I milk you dry? Come on, tell hyung what you want."
His breath coming out in short pants and tiny gasps, Woohyun desperately fights off the urge to come just from the sight of his hyung staring at him, fully sober, with one of his hands stuffed down the front of his pants getting himself off at a desperate pace while sucking him further into his mouth.
"I. Oh god that feels good. Wanna cum. Hyung. Wanna. Yeah, cum all over your pretty face"
He lets out a low groan when Sunggyu wraps the other hand around the base of his cock, feeding it towards hungry, glistening lips that eagerly take more and more in.
“Hyung…” he chokes out, “ I don’t think...I...”
“Come for me, Woohyun-ah.” Sunggyu growls, low and commanding, sending vibrations up his cock. And that’s all it takes for Woohyun to cum, spilling into Sunggyu’s waiting mouth that swallows him clean. Somewhere in the middle of reality and heaven, he hears Sunggyu cum with a husky moan, soiling his underwear.
Woohyun’s knees buckles as he joins Sunggyu on the kitchen floor, crashing their lips together in an intimate kiss full of unsaid promises and new beginnings.
A pillow sails over their heads, crashing into some crystal tableware, from the direction of the kitchen door. The noise makes the both of them jump, slightly startled.
"What the fuck hyungs, get a room!" Ill-concealed humour drips from Sungjong's mouth as he laughs at the deer-in-headlights look that both his hyungs sport.
"Seriously, we don't give a flying fuck what you two want to do to each other. God knows we've had to put up with your moony eyes for enough years -- OUCH KIM MYUNGSOO stop jabbing me!" Sungyeol shrieks from his position, as a tickle fight dissolves as rapidly as it breaks out into an intense make-out session.
Sungjong rolls his eyes and speaks with all the condescension he can muster, "Seriously, when will you all grow the fuck up. What Yeol hyung means is, go ahead fuck each other but don't make us watch it or hear unless we've got enough alcohol in our systems." Having said his piece, he flounces out, plops his perky ass onto Howon's lap and the three dancers of the group continue their argument about the technical skill of the girl group currently dancing across the television screen.
Woohyun stares at Sunggyu with a sheepish grin, face red and eyes dancing with mischief. "Sorry I guess I got a little bit carried away, should we join the others now...?"
Sunggyu stays silent for a moment, watching the rest of the group. He watches as Dongwoo wins the argument with a kiss to shut Howon up as he lays a resounding smack on sungjong’s bottom. He watches as Sungyeol and Myungsoo run away, limbs flailing, from the wrath of Sungjong for laughing and ogling at the red handprint on his bottom. (Why was Sungjong even naked? He really didn’t want to know.)
He turns back to Woohyun, heart about to burst with inexplicable feelings he would never be able to put into words.
Then he shrugs with mock casualness, the corners of his mouth threatening to lift in a grin, confident in the knowledge that it’s not the beer goggles that makes Woohyun want him. “Well, we could if you want to. Or, I mean, this IS my house after all...and my bedroom is always available for round two…”
Giggling a little at the dazed expression on Woohyun's face, he entwines slim white fingers with darker sturdier fingers and drags the shorter one across the hallway in the direction of his bedroom. Amidst cheers and catcalls, he stops briefly and blows a kiss in their direction. "Don't wait for us, you bastards know where my food and drinks are kept. We'll join when we're ready!"
A/N: comments are appreciated, or just talk to me, idk.
Genre: PWP. I argue that there's plot...if you squint really really closely.
Rating: NC-17, NSFW (aka I write smut for the first and maybe last time ever)
Pairing: Woogyu mainly.
Summary: New Year’s Eve has traditionally been the day the seven of them allow themselves to let loose of their inhibitions. It’s a day they basically have an OT7 orgy while drunk on alcohol, and then they go back to the rest of the year being normal, upright world-class citizens, repressing their sexual and romantic attraction to certain individuals in the group. Most of the time.
A/N: This happened because soulgyu said "OMG IMAGINE GYU'S HANDS DURING SEX" or something along those lines because I think my brain combusted after "Gyu's hands". So this is all your fault, and for you because of all the Sunggyu O-face pictures you sent my way. Also because I have the bad habit of thinking readers can read my brain, my immense thanks and eternal gratitude to both mjxcheryl and slashedsilver for beta-ing this for me. Esp slashedsilver whose innocence I feel I might have spoilt.
Sunggyu can’t shake the feeling that there were eyes following his every movement. It was the annual New Year's Day countdown reunion with his group of college mates which was really just an excuse to get drunk without censure since most of them saw each other everyday anyway, having ended up as colleagues in the same company, post-college. By some weird algorithm Myungsoo created (and that nobody dared argue with), his apartment had been selected to house all the drunk bodies this year. Memories of previous gatherings (wrecked furniture, cum-stained carpets and preposterous clean-up bills) causes Sunggyu to shudder involuntarily as he hurries to clear all breakable items from his sitting room and “friend-proof” his house.
It goes without saying that 7 rowdy boys, each hiding (with various degrees of success) repressed sexual attraction towards certain members in the group, should not be allowed anywhere near alcohol. He remembers waking up at Sungjong's house one year, disoriented, naked and stained with all kinds of fluids before he fled the house. New Year's Eve has traditionally been the day they allow themselves to let loose of their inhibitions and behave in ways that the rest of society frowns upon. Anything that happened was considered taboo for the rest of the year, only to be repeated at the end with an intensity that was even greater than the previous year. And though he would never admit it, Sunggyu spends the rest of the year waiting in expectation for this day.
Lately however, the effects of their annual hedonistic orgy have slowly infiltrated their regular lives. Sunggyu smiles wryly as he recalls the push-pull dances and crossed communication wires between certain other members of the group. For a while, he had been busy running interference between the two, consoling one and nagging the other until things had finally stabilised. He’s pleased that the uneasy peace he initially achieved had slowly but surely blossomed into the romance they all knew was going to happen eventually, even way back in high school.
Yeah if only I were as good at sorting out my own love life. Sunggyu scowls as he pushes the thought aside. He was a coward, he knew, but he was fiercely protective of the group’s close-knit familial relationship and would never allow anything, least of all his own personal pleasure, to ruin it.
Now, he surveys the rest of his house where certain members of the group are lounging comfortably as they chat and watch the year end celebrations beginning on his TV screen. He still feels a pair of eyes trained relentlessly on him as he reaches for the tray of pizza that would serve as their dinner, but he's pretty sure he knows who they belong to. Despite feeling a thrill of want coursing down his spine, he decides to ignore it for the moment and walks purposefully towards the sitting room to join the rest.
Before he can leave the kitchen however, a familiar pair of arms snake around his waist as he sucks in a breath, startled but not entirely surprised.
"You smell good today," a low voice breathes in his ears.
"I think you're confusing me with the pizza," he teases back lightly, trying to hide his excitement at the early start to their games this year; the cat and mouse chase where he can never be sure if he's predator or prey.
"Oh I'm pretty sure I know what I like to smell," the voice retorts with a smile. "And that's your fingers with my cum dripping all over it."
The words send a spark of arousal right down to his groin as Sunggyu's lips part and he holds back a moan that almost escapes. He pulls himself together, turning to face the perpetrator and begins to chastise him. "Nam Woohyun! Did you start drinking early this year? Don't you know it's bad to drink on an empty stomach? Is your liver not damaged enough? What about all the food I made!" But his breath is stolen mid-nag as Woohyun teasingly brushes his lips with the barest touch against his own, before lowering it to the knuckles held in his hands.
Sunggyu shivers as he feels Woohyun's lip tracing the edges of his fingers and lets out an involuntary moan as one digit is sensually pulled into the hollow of Woohyun's mouth. Woohyun sucks on his finger, lavishing it with as much care and concern as he once did to other more sensitive regions on his body. Sunggyu feels his legs give way, completely surrendering to the want and need that swirls in his lower belly.
Woohyun lets Sunggyu's finger slip out with a pop. "I'm disappointed, Gyu hyung," he says with mock hurt. "I don't need alcohol to feel this way about you."
A sudden movement at the doorway of the kitchen causes Sunggyu to take a step back unconsciously.
"Putting your moves on early this year, Nam?" A smirking Howon precariously swinging a bottle of beer by its neck appears at the doorway of the kitchen. "Afraid I'd beat you to that ass and those fingers this year?"
"When have you ever won? Although I could have sworn I know someone who'd beat you up if he knew you were harbouring such thoughts towards my Gyu," Woohyun returns, casually wrapping an arm around Sunggyu's shoulders as he motions his head towards the couch where Dongwoo is currently sprawled on, abs peeking out through the raised corner of his tank top, one hand draped over an oddly smiling Myungsoo. The other two who make up their little group are not too far away either, snuggling at Myungsoo’s thighs while sitting at the foot of the couch amidst half empty liquor bottles.
Since when did I belong to Woohyun? Sunggyu blinks, tilting his head to the left in mild confusion as Woohyun wraps his arms tighter and pulls him closer.
"Who said I'd leave Dongwoo hyung out of this? He just loves to play and don't you think Gyu hyung would be such a good little toy for him?" Howon says with a leer as he ambles back to straddle the languid Dongwoo on the couch, slipping a hand under the tank top to give his nipples a tweak.
“Who the hell do you think you’re calling little, you midget?” Sunggyu snarls, starting towards the living room in embarassed fury. Howon’s already distracted however, mouth latching onto Dongwoo’s neck as he threads one hand through strands of golden hair. Any protest Dongwoo might have thought of making quickly dies as Howon mouths his way up to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
He turns away in fake disgust but he's thoroughly distracted by Woohyun's wandering hand that has not stopped playing with his fingers. Feeling naughty, he drags a tentative hand to run up and down the crack of Woohyun's ass, tracing patterns as he hears the other's breath hitch. Wondering how far he can tease before Woohyun breaks, he turns and lets his fingers trace his lips, darting his tongue out to take small licks and laps.
Woohyun's eyes widen in shock and arousal as he watches Sunggyu push one finger past those plump lips, sucking on it. He's always had a thing for Sunggyu's hands (and ass, and lips, and maybe just Sunggyu himself) and he had been so determined to take control this year even before the alcohol came out, in the hopes of convincing his hyung that this was what he really wanted not just once a year on a day to be forgotten for the rest. He’s been dreaming of puffy cheeks and invisible eyes performing obscenely realistic strip-teases on his lap for a few weeks now, always waking up dazedly to an empty bed and a fully pitched tent in his boxers.
He feels his eyes glaze over with lust as Sunggyu gazes at him through hooded eyes,
practically fucking his mouth with his finger. Unconsciously, he finds himself pressing closer against Sunggyu, backing him up against the kitchen counter, and --
Oh. He's not the only one affected by this.
“You’re such a tease, aren’t you,” he growls, as he feels Sunggyu's hardness press back, insistent against his own. Unable to stop himself, he grinds his hips forward and closes his eyes at the pleasant sensation that friction brings, leaving his nerves tingling. Sunggyu pushes back tentatively, eventually thrusting at a rhythm that causes liquid heat pool at the base of his (very nice and squishy) tummy.
If Woohyun keeps this up, he thinks, their annual games would come to an embarrassingly fast end this year. He pulls away slightly, strangely out of breath, unable to meet the gaze of the other, concentrating instead on fiddling with the frayed edges of his denim belt.
“Don’t you wanna wait for the others?” he asks, a little uncertain at the atypical behavior.
Woohyun purposefully ignores the possessive streak in him that threatens to emerge, reminding himself that there is nothing unusual with the question. It is the 31st of December after all. It’s not like Sunggyu is harbouring some deep-seated desire towards the other members in the group...or so he hopes.
He mentally slaps himself for thinking with the wrong organ and pulls his bewildered hyung closer, dragging his lips over red ears, sincerity lacing his voice, “You have no idea how much I want you, do you, hyung? I’ve wanted you, ever since I knew what it means to want somebody. Only you. There are days when I feel like running to your house just to see your face. There are also nights when I wished you were right under me so I could hear you scream my name.”
He pulls back to watch the blush spread throughout the rest of Sunggyu’s face before closing the gap between their faces, lips brushing against lips “And this is one of those nights.”
As much as Sunggyu wants to hit the cheesy bastard, he can’t help but widen his eyes at the unbridled lust and want reflected on Nam’s face. Then there’s lips moving with purpose against his. And tongue, pressing against the crease of his lips wordlessly asking for permission. And he gives it because it feels amazing to have Woohyun’s tongue tangling with his own, and it’s unbelievable how he’s still hard between his legs even after that cringeworthy speech.
That’s the last coherent thought that runs through his mind.
Woohyun runs his hands along Sunggyu’s sides, hooking his fingers through belt loops in an impatient attempt to tug it downwards only to be thwarted by the sturdy brass buckle of the belt. With shaky hands, Sunggyu reaches between them, forcing Woohyun to pull their lips apart and watch him, breath unsteady as he unclasps the buckle, pulling it apart just enough to undo the button holding his pants up. He is thoroughly enjoying how desperate his hyung looks, tugging fiercely at the zipper, inhibitions long forgotten.
Sunggyu pauses and fixes him with a stare that he reads as Get undressed or help me, and he has always thought he’s an expert in deciphering Sunggyu’s eye-speak, but perhaps he isn’t, because he does not expect his hyung to drop to his knees, pulling his sweatpants down to mouth at his crotch through his underwear.
“Gyu-hyung…” he whimpers, gaze fixed unwaveringly on lips wrapped around his cock as the tip of his underwear turns dark and damp through a mix of precum and saliva. “...Don’t tease.”
Spurred on by the response he receives, Sunggyu snakes one hand up Woohyun’s thighs to place to feathery touches circling his balls, the other hand reaching towards the edge of his boxers, pawing at the expanse of skin above it. Woohyun lets out a broken moan, his body about to combust in flames, nerve endings hypersensitive to every touch Sunggyu makes.
He finally (finally! Woohyun thinks) drags it down, nuzzling briefly at the base and licking his way to the tip, tasting the bitterness as he laps at the precum gathered there.
“Do I make you feel good, hmmm?” Sunggyu purrs. “Do you want me to suck you off until you come?” he lowers his lashes and gazes at Woohyun through them. "Should I let you shoot your load down my throat as I milk you dry? Come on, tell hyung what you want."
His breath coming out in short pants and tiny gasps, Woohyun desperately fights off the urge to come just from the sight of his hyung staring at him, fully sober, with one of his hands stuffed down the front of his pants getting himself off at a desperate pace while sucking him further into his mouth.
"I. Oh god that feels good. Wanna cum. Hyung. Wanna. Yeah, cum all over your pretty face"
He lets out a low groan when Sunggyu wraps the other hand around the base of his cock, feeding it towards hungry, glistening lips that eagerly take more and more in.
“Hyung…” he chokes out, “ I don’t think...I...”
“Come for me, Woohyun-ah.” Sunggyu growls, low and commanding, sending vibrations up his cock. And that’s all it takes for Woohyun to cum, spilling into Sunggyu’s waiting mouth that swallows him clean. Somewhere in the middle of reality and heaven, he hears Sunggyu cum with a husky moan, soiling his underwear.
Woohyun’s knees buckles as he joins Sunggyu on the kitchen floor, crashing their lips together in an intimate kiss full of unsaid promises and new beginnings.
A pillow sails over their heads, crashing into some crystal tableware, from the direction of the kitchen door. The noise makes the both of them jump, slightly startled.
"What the fuck hyungs, get a room!" Ill-concealed humour drips from Sungjong's mouth as he laughs at the deer-in-headlights look that both his hyungs sport.
"Seriously, we don't give a flying fuck what you two want to do to each other. God knows we've had to put up with your moony eyes for enough years -- OUCH KIM MYUNGSOO stop jabbing me!" Sungyeol shrieks from his position, as a tickle fight dissolves as rapidly as it breaks out into an intense make-out session.
Sungjong rolls his eyes and speaks with all the condescension he can muster, "Seriously, when will you all grow the fuck up. What Yeol hyung means is, go ahead fuck each other but don't make us watch it or hear unless we've got enough alcohol in our systems." Having said his piece, he flounces out, plops his perky ass onto Howon's lap and the three dancers of the group continue their argument about the technical skill of the girl group currently dancing across the television screen.
Woohyun stares at Sunggyu with a sheepish grin, face red and eyes dancing with mischief. "Sorry I guess I got a little bit carried away, should we join the others now...?"
Sunggyu stays silent for a moment, watching the rest of the group. He watches as Dongwoo wins the argument with a kiss to shut Howon up as he lays a resounding smack on sungjong’s bottom. He watches as Sungyeol and Myungsoo run away, limbs flailing, from the wrath of Sungjong for laughing and ogling at the red handprint on his bottom. (Why was Sungjong even naked? He really didn’t want to know.)
He turns back to Woohyun, heart about to burst with inexplicable feelings he would never be able to put into words.
Then he shrugs with mock casualness, the corners of his mouth threatening to lift in a grin, confident in the knowledge that it’s not the beer goggles that makes Woohyun want him. “Well, we could if you want to. Or, I mean, this IS my house after all...and my bedroom is always available for round two…”
Giggling a little at the dazed expression on Woohyun's face, he entwines slim white fingers with darker sturdier fingers and drags the shorter one across the hallway in the direction of his bedroom. Amidst cheers and catcalls, he stops briefly and blows a kiss in their direction. "Don't wait for us, you bastards know where my food and drinks are kept. We'll join when we're ready!"
A/N: comments are appreciated, or just talk to me, idk.