n/hyuk; bound
title: bound
pairing: chasang
rating: nc-17
words: 1,4k
summary: their breaths come in ragged inhales, fingers brushing over exposed skin as their clothes can’t seem to be discarded any faster.
a/n: ...maybe some..... first time.... nhyuk....smut.... kinda
Their breaths come in ragged inhales, fingers brushing over exposed skin as their clothes can’t seem to be discarded any faster. Hakyeon’s hands are digging into the exposed flesh on Sanghyuk’s hips as he has him pressed against the wall of their bedroom, panting; their chests are bare, pressing flush together as their lips move against each other’s in needy touches.
Usually they take it slow, languid kisses and slow brushes of skin against skin, taking their time to savour each other’s taste on their tongues; but today is a day of firsts, of lusty glances and breathy whispers in the practice room while the others are busy concentrating on the dance; of Hakyeon’s hands brushing Sanghyuk’s crotch while explaining him the choreography one too many times to be accidental. The air around them was electrifying then, both counting the minutes before they were able to go home.
Neither of them is complaining though as Sanghyuk fumbles with Hakyeon’s belt and the zipper of his skin tight pants, his long fingers brushing over Hakyeon’s straining erection in the process, eliciting a low hiss at the touch. Sanghyuk’s heart beats up to his ears, and he feels lightheaded as he peels Hakyeon out of his confinement, the tips of his fingers trembling a little at the way Hakyeon’s mouth ghosts over his skin.
Hakyeon steps out of his pants before kicking them away without another glance, and Sanghyuk barely has time to take in the sight of him stand proud and leaking in front of him ere Hakyeon goes down on his knees with his face dangerously close to Sanghyuk’s crotch. Sanghyuk holds his breath as Hakyeon’s fingers flutter over the zipper of his jeans, his eyes looking up at him under dark dark eyelashes and with lips that are glistening and pink, and Sanghyuk can feel his dick twitch under Hakyeon’s hands. It earns him a little smirk, a little tug at the corner of Hakyeon’s pretty mouth, and his mind is too distracted to process as Hakyeon pulls his pants down just enough to let his erection spring free.
The comparatively cool air makes Sanghyuk shudder, but not as much as the look on Hakyeon’s face as he takes him in, tongue coming out to lick over his lips. He flushes at the intense gaze, feeling exposed and a little shy; but then Hakyeon’s fingers wrap themselves around the base of his dick, his tongue running along its underside as his eyes flutter up to stare into his, and Sanghyuk forgets how to think.
It’s calmer, now, as Hakyeon’s mouth encloses around Sanghyuk’s cock trying to take it all in, and when he starts bobbing his head Sanghyuk lets out a strangled little whine. Hakyeon takes his time now, his tongue flickering along the slit at the tip, lips moving deliciously over his heated skin; it’s all mindblowingly enticing, and in a matter of minutes Sanghyuk’s a moaning mess above him with his legs trembling at the strain of keeping himself standing.
It’s too soon that Hakyeon’s perfect mouth leaves him, Sanghyuk thinks, but it’s instantly forgotten as Hakyeon leads him to the bed, slowly completely removing his pants as he trails them down his legs. Hakyeon pushes him down onto the sheets, the touch of his hand against Sanghyuk’s chest gentle, and it feels more like them again, soft and sweet.
“What do you want?” he asks, his dark eyes setting on Sanghyuk as he waits for a reply; Sanghyuk isn’t fast to give one, contemplating the possibilities that line up in his head. His cheeks heat up as an idea pops into his mind, a cute pink flushing over his skin, and his expression is sheepish as he looks up at Hakyeon.
“Can I… ride you, hyung?”
Their eyes meet, and Sanghyuk feels like he wants to disappear from embarrassment right then and there; but Hakyeon’s mouth forms into a bright smile, leaning in to press his lips to Sanghyuk’s in a sealed kiss.
It all goes further from there, the way Hakyeon pushes his lube lathered fingers deeper and deeper into Sanghyuk, trailing kisses along his neck and shoulder as he stretches him, Sanghyuk spreading his legs to give him better access as he exposes himself more than he would’ve ever expected. There’s heat already boiling in the pit of his stomach, and Sanghyuk isn’t sure if it’s his nerves that make everything so feel so fucking good. Whines and little noises roll from his lips in waves, eliciting an occasional ‘cute’ and ‘so good’ from Hakyeon.
His breath is laboured when Hakyeon finally deems him prepared, switching their positions, Sanghyuk hovering over him with his thick thighs on either side of Hakyeon’s waist, and Sanghyuk’s fingers tremble when he winds them around Hakyeon’s cock, guiding it to his entrance. He sinks down carefully, Hakyeon stretching him more than he would’ve thought; but it’s a deliciously burning feeling, and Sanghyuk has to bite his lip to keep himself from coming too soon. He catches his breath when he’s fully down, the feeling of Hakyeon filling him to the brim washing through his body. It feels nice, warm and full as Sanghyuk fans his fingers out on Hakyeon’s chest; he can feel his speeding heartbeat drumming against his fingertips, in tune with his own. His eyes connect with Hakyeon’s, the older giving him a little nod to let him know what to do, and Sanghyuk doesn’t need to hear it twice. He forces himself up halfway before thrusting back down, repeating the motion until he builds a rhythm; slow and unsure at first, the staggered breaths and little moans spilling from Hakyeon’s lips as his fingers dig further into the skin on Sanghyuk’s thighs encourage him to increase his pace. Sanghyuk can’t keep quiet either as he rides himself down on Hakyeon’s cock just right, the control prickling under his skin as he lets his eyes trail over Hakyeon’s body, lingering at every curve and dip of his taught muscles.
Sanghyuk is already tipping over the edge when Hakyeon’s fingers come up to stroke him in time with his thrusts, and he comes ribbons of white onto Hakyeon’s chest and stomach; he sees stars as he rides himself out with cries of ‘Hakyeon’ and ‘hyung’ falling from his lips. Hakyeon turns them around, then, and empties himself with a few deep thrusts, his face buried in the crook of Sanghyuk’s neck as he licks and bites along his skin.
They’re spent, their chests heaving together as they lay like this for a while, one of Sanghyuk’s hands buried in the strands of Hakyeon’s reddish brown hair while Hakyeon breathes against his neck, arms tight around his body. The silence between them is intimate as they come down from their high, the air suddenly cooling down; their noses pick up the smell of sweat and sex and each other, and everything is suddenly so much existent and real.
Hakyeon kisses just below his collarbone, lifting himself up, being careful as he pulls himself out of Sanghyuk; it feels foreign, suddenly, being empty again, and Sanghyuk thinks he likes it much better when he’s not. He pulls a small face, and Hakyeon chuckles, moving in closer again to steal a languid and sweet kiss from Sanghyuk’s lips. Sanghyuk’s hands come up to wind around Hakyeon’s middle, keeping him in place as he smiles mischievously.
“Don’t think you can escape just like that, hyung,” he chuckles, trailing his hands along Hakyeon’s back, making him shudder, “there’s more I’d like to try.” He grins, the expression only widening as he hears Hakyeon laugh in disbelief.
“Let me shower, first!” Hakyeon exclaims, scrunching his nose pointedly and gesturing in between them. Sanghyuk looks down at the mess of cum and lube sticking to their skin, licking his lips, irises darkening as he leans up to nibble at the line of Hakyeon’s jaw.
“Let’s shower together,” he says, voice soft and deep and Hakyeon shudders, feeling a familiar warmth spreading lower again as Sanghyuk’s hand moves further and further down his back.
pairing: chasang
rating: nc-17
words: 1,4k
summary: their breaths come in ragged inhales, fingers brushing over exposed skin as their clothes can’t seem to be discarded any faster.
a/n: ...maybe some..... first time.... nhyuk....smut.... kinda
Their breaths come in ragged inhales, fingers brushing over exposed skin as their clothes can’t seem to be discarded any faster. Hakyeon’s hands are digging into the exposed flesh on Sanghyuk’s hips as he has him pressed against the wall of their bedroom, panting; their chests are bare, pressing flush together as their lips move against each other’s in needy touches.
Usually they take it slow, languid kisses and slow brushes of skin against skin, taking their time to savour each other’s taste on their tongues; but today is a day of firsts, of lusty glances and breathy whispers in the practice room while the others are busy concentrating on the dance; of Hakyeon’s hands brushing Sanghyuk’s crotch while explaining him the choreography one too many times to be accidental. The air around them was electrifying then, both counting the minutes before they were able to go home.
Neither of them is complaining though as Sanghyuk fumbles with Hakyeon’s belt and the zipper of his skin tight pants, his long fingers brushing over Hakyeon’s straining erection in the process, eliciting a low hiss at the touch. Sanghyuk’s heart beats up to his ears, and he feels lightheaded as he peels Hakyeon out of his confinement, the tips of his fingers trembling a little at the way Hakyeon’s mouth ghosts over his skin.
Hakyeon steps out of his pants before kicking them away without another glance, and Sanghyuk barely has time to take in the sight of him stand proud and leaking in front of him ere Hakyeon goes down on his knees with his face dangerously close to Sanghyuk’s crotch. Sanghyuk holds his breath as Hakyeon’s fingers flutter over the zipper of his jeans, his eyes looking up at him under dark dark eyelashes and with lips that are glistening and pink, and Sanghyuk can feel his dick twitch under Hakyeon’s hands. It earns him a little smirk, a little tug at the corner of Hakyeon’s pretty mouth, and his mind is too distracted to process as Hakyeon pulls his pants down just enough to let his erection spring free.
The comparatively cool air makes Sanghyuk shudder, but not as much as the look on Hakyeon’s face as he takes him in, tongue coming out to lick over his lips. He flushes at the intense gaze, feeling exposed and a little shy; but then Hakyeon’s fingers wrap themselves around the base of his dick, his tongue running along its underside as his eyes flutter up to stare into his, and Sanghyuk forgets how to think.
It’s calmer, now, as Hakyeon’s mouth encloses around Sanghyuk’s cock trying to take it all in, and when he starts bobbing his head Sanghyuk lets out a strangled little whine. Hakyeon takes his time now, his tongue flickering along the slit at the tip, lips moving deliciously over his heated skin; it’s all mindblowingly enticing, and in a matter of minutes Sanghyuk’s a moaning mess above him with his legs trembling at the strain of keeping himself standing.
It’s too soon that Hakyeon’s perfect mouth leaves him, Sanghyuk thinks, but it’s instantly forgotten as Hakyeon leads him to the bed, slowly completely removing his pants as he trails them down his legs. Hakyeon pushes him down onto the sheets, the touch of his hand against Sanghyuk’s chest gentle, and it feels more like them again, soft and sweet.
“What do you want?” he asks, his dark eyes setting on Sanghyuk as he waits for a reply; Sanghyuk isn’t fast to give one, contemplating the possibilities that line up in his head. His cheeks heat up as an idea pops into his mind, a cute pink flushing over his skin, and his expression is sheepish as he looks up at Hakyeon.
“Can I… ride you, hyung?”
Their eyes meet, and Sanghyuk feels like he wants to disappear from embarrassment right then and there; but Hakyeon’s mouth forms into a bright smile, leaning in to press his lips to Sanghyuk’s in a sealed kiss.
It all goes further from there, the way Hakyeon pushes his lube lathered fingers deeper and deeper into Sanghyuk, trailing kisses along his neck and shoulder as he stretches him, Sanghyuk spreading his legs to give him better access as he exposes himself more than he would’ve ever expected. There’s heat already boiling in the pit of his stomach, and Sanghyuk isn’t sure if it’s his nerves that make everything so feel so fucking good. Whines and little noises roll from his lips in waves, eliciting an occasional ‘cute’ and ‘so good’ from Hakyeon.
His breath is laboured when Hakyeon finally deems him prepared, switching their positions, Sanghyuk hovering over him with his thick thighs on either side of Hakyeon’s waist, and Sanghyuk’s fingers tremble when he winds them around Hakyeon’s cock, guiding it to his entrance. He sinks down carefully, Hakyeon stretching him more than he would’ve thought; but it’s a deliciously burning feeling, and Sanghyuk has to bite his lip to keep himself from coming too soon. He catches his breath when he’s fully down, the feeling of Hakyeon filling him to the brim washing through his body. It feels nice, warm and full as Sanghyuk fans his fingers out on Hakyeon’s chest; he can feel his speeding heartbeat drumming against his fingertips, in tune with his own. His eyes connect with Hakyeon’s, the older giving him a little nod to let him know what to do, and Sanghyuk doesn’t need to hear it twice. He forces himself up halfway before thrusting back down, repeating the motion until he builds a rhythm; slow and unsure at first, the staggered breaths and little moans spilling from Hakyeon’s lips as his fingers dig further into the skin on Sanghyuk’s thighs encourage him to increase his pace. Sanghyuk can’t keep quiet either as he rides himself down on Hakyeon’s cock just right, the control prickling under his skin as he lets his eyes trail over Hakyeon’s body, lingering at every curve and dip of his taught muscles.
Sanghyuk is already tipping over the edge when Hakyeon’s fingers come up to stroke him in time with his thrusts, and he comes ribbons of white onto Hakyeon’s chest and stomach; he sees stars as he rides himself out with cries of ‘Hakyeon’ and ‘hyung’ falling from his lips. Hakyeon turns them around, then, and empties himself with a few deep thrusts, his face buried in the crook of Sanghyuk’s neck as he licks and bites along his skin.
They’re spent, their chests heaving together as they lay like this for a while, one of Sanghyuk’s hands buried in the strands of Hakyeon’s reddish brown hair while Hakyeon breathes against his neck, arms tight around his body. The silence between them is intimate as they come down from their high, the air suddenly cooling down; their noses pick up the smell of sweat and sex and each other, and everything is suddenly so much existent and real.
Hakyeon kisses just below his collarbone, lifting himself up, being careful as he pulls himself out of Sanghyuk; it feels foreign, suddenly, being empty again, and Sanghyuk thinks he likes it much better when he’s not. He pulls a small face, and Hakyeon chuckles, moving in closer again to steal a languid and sweet kiss from Sanghyuk’s lips. Sanghyuk’s hands come up to wind around Hakyeon’s middle, keeping him in place as he smiles mischievously.
“Don’t think you can escape just like that, hyung,” he chuckles, trailing his hands along Hakyeon’s back, making him shudder, “there’s more I’d like to try.” He grins, the expression only widening as he hears Hakyeon laugh in disbelief.
“Let me shower, first!” Hakyeon exclaims, scrunching his nose pointedly and gesturing in between them. Sanghyuk looks down at the mess of cum and lube sticking to their skin, licking his lips, irises darkening as he leans up to nibble at the line of Hakyeon’s jaw.
“Let’s shower together,” he says, voice soft and deep and Hakyeon shudders, feeling a familiar warmth spreading lower again as Sanghyuk’s hand moves further and further down his back.