gtop ( kwon jiyong x choi seunghyun ) || R || 3,752 w
gtop ( kwon jiyong x choi seunghyun ) || R || 3,752 w
warning: this fic contains drugs (weed and hash) and explicit male on male smut. don't read it if you don't like that. also, this is my first explicit smut scene so please be gentle. ;-;
disclaimer: i own nothing in this fic, just the plot, and i am still very sensitive about that, ok.
Devilish ways to Heaven,
Jiyong meets Seunghyun at a club. Girls are surrounding the man, but he shows no interest, ignoring them steadily. Jiyong however, he talks to. Jiyong is captivated by the man’s voice, so low and smooth. He mentions this and Seunghyun laughs, buying him a drink.
It takes an hour and three heart-felt smiles before Jiyong knows he’s fallen for the stranger. Seunghyun’s eyes are deep and Jiyong smacks himself for the cliché, but he knows that Seunghyun sees right through him.
They talk about anything and everything, and weed crosses their conversation. They muse about the feeling, light and like pure bliss. Jiyong tells Seunghyun that he always feels like he’s flying, like he’s a feather, lost by a bird, drifting through the sky. Jiyong mutters about how it’s been too long since, and those damn laws, and my friend got arrested, where the hell am I going to get it now?
Seunghyun chuckles softly and offers Jiyong to come home with him, because he’s got some. Jiyong’s eyes lit up and he raises his eyebrows, asking things like ‘for real?’ and ‘are you sure?’
Seunghyun’s apartment is great in Jiyong’s eyes, except it looks like a war has taken place.
“Sorry about that. Today was supposed to be cleaning day but… Yeah. Anyway,” Seunghyun apologises, “my stash is in my bedroom. Do you want to roll one, or want me to do it?” Seunghyun continues, eyeing Jiyong questioningly.
Jiyong shrugs and tells Seunghyun to do it, adding that he’ll raid Seunghyun’s kitchen for munchies. Jiyong finds some alcohol, some crisps, maple syrup, cookies (Jiyong loves cookies dipped in maple syrup, so he’s ecstatic) and, much to his delight, jelly beans.
He walks through the door Seunghyun had walked through and finds him sitting on the bed, back against the headboard.
“Do you want the unprocessed stuff or hash?” Seunghyun asks and Jiyong plops down next to him.
Jiyong bites his lip. “Hash, if it’s okay. I’ll pay-”
“You don’t have to.” Seunghyun interrupts Jiyong and tosses the bag of weed onto the nightstand, before grabbing the piece of hash. A large surface book is placed upon his lap, which holds the rolling paper, tobacco and tips. Jiyong watches as skilled fingers fill the rolling paper with tobacco, placing the tip on the left side. Seunghyun draws a lighter from his pocket and heats the hash, scraping off a large piece. He heats it again and crushes it, sprinkling the little parts over the tobacco. He eyes it once before deciding to put in some more, for the best effect. The hash gets heated up again, the smell finally reaching Jiyong’s nose. He moans slightly at the scent, watching intently as Seunghyun starts rolling the stick of pleasure into the shape he wants it to be.
“That smells so damn good…” Jiyong murmurs in a low voice. Seunghyun hums in agreement and slowly licks the glue on the edge of the paper. Jiyong’s eyes follow the action, subconsciously licking his lips. The tip of Seunghyun’s tongue glistens slightly and then it’s gone. Seunghyun hands him the joint and the lighter, grinning a charismatic little grin.
“The honour of lighting it is for you.” He says, winking. Jiyong takes it, pouting his lips as an air-kiss to Seunghyun. Seunghyun chuckles and turns on the nightstand-light, hopping out of bed to turn off the big lights. He undoes the first couple of buttons on his shirt and takes off his belt, seemingly annoyed by the thing. Jiyong lights the joint, ticking off the outer piece of paper. The pieces glow orange in the ashtray for a while, before dying down to ashes. He takes a deep drag, relinquishing in the way the taste tingles down his tongue and throat. He blows out and smiles at Seunghyun.
“Thanks man, you’re the best.” He says and takes another deep, deep drag. Seunghyun takes the joint from him and takes a few drags himself.
Jiyong is astonished by how quickly the stuff hits, his head already starting to feel light. When they finish the joint, Jiyong finds it hard to sit upright, so he makes an attempt to get beneath the blankets, thrusting his hips upwards to yank the blanket from under his butt. He succeeds, but falls head-first into Seunghyun’s lap when he sits up to lie down. Jiyong breaks out in an uncontrollable fit of giggles, unable to get up again. His cheek is squished up against the button of Seunghyun pants, and he feels Seunghyun’s abdomen move against his temple. He notices that Seunghyun is laughing, and more giggles come from his mouth. Jiyong puts his hands on Seunghyun’s thighs and pushes up, finally getting up. He uses the victory properly, lying down swiftly.
“That,” Seunghyun wheezes, “was hilarious.”
Jiyong giggles and pulls on Seunghyun’s arm. “Lay with me.” He says and Seunghyun smiles, pulling on the blanket. It takes a few tries and then he’s lying next to Jiyong, rolling on his side to face him. Jiyong shuffles a little bit closer so that they’re nose-to-nose and throws his leg over Seunghyun’s hips, giggling again.
“Seunghyunnie…” He murmurs. “That stuff is so good!” Jiyong continues, feeling Seunghyun’s hot breath on his cheeks. Seunghyun nods, grinning, and trails his finger over the bridge of Jiyong’s nose, down to the tip, to his lips and so on. It takes a while before Jiyong is faintly panting as Seunghyun’s finger has left his face, now leaving a tingly trail from his neck to his collarbones, to his chest and further down to the little line of hair that points at his belly button, exploring foreign skin. Jiyong is amazed with what a finger can do, even though Seunghyun’s finger never goes under his shirt.
“Too… It’s too hot.” Jiyong breathes and Seunghyun smirks, eyes glazed over.
“Take off some clothing then.” Seunghyun whispers in a low voice. Jiyong laughs a little and pulls the blanket over their heads.
“Now you can’t see.” He mumbles against Seunghyun’s ear.
“I can still help.” Seunghyun retorts, and slowly pulls off Jiyong’s shirt, letting his fingers graze Jiyong’s sides as he pushes up the black fabric. The shirt is thrown into a corner and Jiyong purses his lips shortly.
“If my shirt goes, so does yours.” He states and starts unbuttoning Seunghyun’s blouse, pressing light kisses along the pale skin that gets revealed. It’s hot and Jiyong feels like he’s falling through the sky. His hands urge Seunghyun to pull his arms through the sleeves, and soon the shirt soars towards Jiyong’s shirt on the floor. Jiyong moves to lie back in his previous spot, hands reaching for the button on Seunghyun’s slacks. They come off and Jiyong’s jeans follow suit, his leg finding its place on Seunghyun’s hip. They’re still blind due to the blanket and Seunghyun keeps it that way, enjoying the way it enhances their other senses.
They’re closer this time, and Seunghyun’s caresses feel heavy, even though Seunghyun’s fingertips are barely touching him. They go down his arm, to his hip, and then up the thigh that’s leaning on Seunghyun’s hipbone. The touches are featherlike, and Jiyong knows for sure that he’s flying. He’s floating through the sky on a cloud, and now and then a wing of a bird touches him. A hot breeze glides past his face, and it’s too warm, everything is too warm. His underwear rides up and the feathers go further up his leg and it’s as if Jiyong’s cloud evaporates for a moment. The breeze comes closer, becomes hotter and smells like the substance that got Jiyong in this heaven. Jiyong stretches out his hand and takes hold of black locks, tangling his fingers in them as he pulls Seunghyun’s head to his. Their lips make contact and Jiyong exhales a sigh. He tenses the muscles in his leg, forcing Seunghyun’s body to his and Seunghyun’s arm snakes around his waist, Seunghyun’s hand resting on the waistband of his boxers.
Seunghyun’s lips move against Jiyong’s but slowly, almost lazily, and Jiyong is sure that it’s just laziness, because he can’t bring himself to go any faster either. He doesn’t want to, doesn’t need to. He always needs to; desperate for more, but now it’s different, now it’s just right. Sweat forms on their bodies because it’s hot, so hot, and Seunghyun’s hands slides easily down his thigh, fingers bending around his knee. He hoists Jiyong’s leg further up his torso and his leg, which was restrained by Jiyong’s leg before, now finds its way in between Jiyong’s legs. Seunghyun’s thigh grazes Jiyong’s crotch, causing Jiyong’s breath to hitch, and Seunghyun’s tongue slips into his mouth.
They move together languidly, not caring about time. Seunghyun moves down, lips touching Jiyong’s jaw, cheek, ear, neck, collarbone and back up again, sucking gently on Jiyong’s heated skin. Jiyong lets out puffs of breaths and silent groans and he holds Seunghyun tightly, nails digging into skin when Seunghyun finds a particularly sensitive spot. Jiyong’s blood leaves his brain and moves south, and he observes that he’s not the only one in that predicament as he moves even closer.
Jiyong’s high wears off, and obviously so does Seunghyun’s. Seunghyun brings his lips to Jiyong’s ear, teeth grazing his earlobe. “I want to make love to you in heaven, and my heaven is disappearing. Trust me, having you is heaven, but I want you to fly.” He whispers and it goes straight to Jiyong’s groin. Jiyong tags on Seunghyun’s hair, bringing their lips together once more before he lets go, hand on Seunghyun’s neck.
“You’d better get another piece of heaven then.” He says.
“Believe me, I’ll get the best piece of heaven there is, doll. I was going to save this, but… I have no desire for that anymore.” Seunghyun replies.
Jiyong giggles yet again and sits up with Seunghyun, trying to ignore the way his dick is tenting the blanket.
Seunghyun opens his nightstand drawer and takes out a portion of something Jiyong doesn’t know. The process repeats again; Seunghyun’s fingers even out shag on the rolling paper, heat up the material, sprinkle a good amount over the shag and Seunghyun rolls it into a delicious looking joint.
Jiyong crawls to the end of the bed, leaning down to grab the cookies, maple syrup and the bottle of Malibu he’d found and crawled back, just in time as Seunghyun’s already lighting the joint. Seunghyun takes a few drags while Jiyong is carefully pouring some syrup on a cookie. Not carefully enough as he spills some on his stomach and Seunghyun thinks it’s incredibly funny. Jiyong blushes as Seunghyun holds onto the headboard, chuckling while he sucks the syrup off of Jiyong’s skin, following the trail it had made. Seunghyun hears Jiyong’s sharp intake of breath and he smirks, handing the joint to Jiyong.
“You like that, huh, doll?” He remarks and Jiyong blushes even brighter. Seunghyun’s high is already back, stronger than ever and Jiyong takes deep drags to catch up with Seunghyun. It takes not even half a minute before Jiyong is as far gone as Seunghyun, and he’s laughing as Seunghyun pours syrup over his chest, laughter turning into moans and giggles as Seunghyun licks the syrup on his nipple.
“The syrup-” Jiyong starts but gets interrupted by Seunghyun’s teeth softly biting his nipple and he moans loudly. “The syrup was for the cookies.” He gasps and Seunghyun snickers against his chest.
“Should I stop then?” Seunghyun says, his voice rough and Jiyong throws the cookies on the ground.
“No. But I’m not the only one getting sticky.” He states and pours syrup over Seunghyun. He licks and bites and sucks his way down, smug as Seunghyun pants heavily. Seunghyun is frustrated once Jiyong reaches his boxers and teasingly licks the skin just above. Seunghyun’s eyes are hooded as he glares down at Jiyong, who puts on his most innocent face.
“I really like syrup, hyung…” Jiyong says, licking his lips. He pulls down Seunghyun’s boxers and Seunghyun shivers when his erection is exposed to cold air. Jiyong grabs the bottle of syrup and his eyes go from the bottle to Seunghyun’s dick and back.
“Don’t go there-” Seunghyun warns but gasps as Jiyong pours the cold liquid anyway.
“I told you, hyung, I like syrup. It’s delicious.” Jiyong purrs. Seunghyun’s jaw drops before he smirks deviously.
“Well, I can’t argue with you then. But before you get your pretty lips all sticky, take some drags of heaven.” He says.
Jiyong grins and sits on his knees, in between Seunghyun’s thighs. He leans on his hands, which are on either side of Seunghyun’s butt, and hovers over Seunghyun, face to face.
“My hands already sticky, though, Seunghyun, help me out?” Jiyong smiles sweetly. Seunghyun grins and brings the joint to his lips, not breaking eye contact with Jiyong. He inhales and he barely gets the time to move his hand away when Jiyong presses his open mouth against Seunghyun’s. The smoke passes to Jiyong and he breathes in, tasting said heaven and syrup. He blows out, Seunghyun inhaling again, and they do this a couple of times. Jiyong has troubles with balancing when the hash really hits and he wiggles back in place.
“You,” he laughs, almost toppling over, “can have the last bit.”
“Why thank you, doll.” Seunghyun laughs and Jiyong positions himself in between Seunghyun’s legs again. He blows on the syrup and Seunghyun shudders, watching Jiyong. Jiyong’s eyes are directed at him before suddenly Seunghyun is engulfed in heat.
The latter almost drops the joint when Jiyong sucks, hard. Jiyong runs his tongue from the base all the way to the top, enjoying the way Seunghyun scrunches his eyes closed. He squeezes Seunghyun’s shaft with his left-hand and grins victoriously when Seunghyun’s mouth drops open. Jiyong pecks the top of Seunghyun’s cock and smiles up at the man.
“Seunghyun, you’re wasting the joint with not smoking it, you know.” He says with a cheeky smile.
Seunghyun glowers at him. “Shut up, bitch.” He mutters and takes another drag. Then he snickers and waggles his eyebrows at Jiyong. “You going to suck my lollipop or what?” He says and Jiyong laughs.
“Yes, sir. Do I have to get in the van? Do you have more candy?” Jiyong asks, feigning a children’s voice. He pumps Seunghyun’s dick a couple of times and licks the head, which causes Seunghyun to almost choke on smoke. Taking Seunghyun’s whole cock in his mouth, Jiyong bobs his head up and down, having no troubles relaxing his gag-reflex.
“If,” Seunghyun moans, taking the last drag, the smoke leaving his lungs as he talks, “I hadn’t known better, doll, I’d say you’ve done this before.” Seunghyun manages to say.
Jiyong merely hums, adding a whole new sensation to the pleasure he was delivering to Seunghyun. Seunghyun discards the joint and grabs Jiyong’s blonde hair harshly. It hurts and Jiyong retaliates by sucking as harshly as Seunghyun’s hold on his hair, his cheeks hollowing. Jiyong is turned on greatly by Seunghyun’s pants and grunts and Seunghyun is leaking, leaving a bittersweet taste on his tongue in combination with the maple syrup.
“Ji, doll, stop, I’m gonna…” Seunghyun groans and Jiyong lets go immediately. Seunghyun pulls him up by his hair, wanting to do it hard, but he really doesn’t have the strength to do it. He smashes their lips together, his free hand palming Jiyong through the thin fabric.
Jiyong pants, right into Seunghyun’s ear, and they’re both so, so turned on, and so, so high. Jiyong giggles, he does that a lot Seunghyun notices, and bites Seunghyun’s earlobe.
“Am I going to ride your disco-stick or what?”
Seunghyun laughs and so does Jiyong and Seunghyun reaches for his nightstand again, taking a bottle of lube out of the drawer.
“Get those boxers off.” Seunghyun orders and Jiyong raises an eyebrow.
“Demanding, are we? Might as well not take them off if you’re going to be like this.” He says and Seunghyun smirks.
“Well, whatever floats your boat. I’ll be right back, going to jerk off in my bathroom.” Seunghyun shrugs, gets up and Jiyong jumps him, pinning him to the headboard.
“I don’t think so.” Jiyong slips out of his underwear and brings Seunghyun’s hand to his mouth. “You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to fuck me hard.” He says before sucking on Seunghyun’s fingers. He wets them, merely because he likes Seunghyun’s smouldering gaze as he bites the skin softly.
Seunghyun takes out his fingers, pours some lube on them, and pulls Jiyong on his lap so that Jiyong is straddling his thighs. He leans his back against the headboard and eases one finger into Jiyong.
He adds a second after a while and then, taking his time, he adds a third. Jiyong isn’t moaning and Seunghyun dislikes that, so he bends his fingers, searching for that particular spot.
“Seunghyun, just hurry- Ah…” Jiyong gasps and Seunghyun smiles.
“Found it.” He whispers huskily and Jiyong moans louder, holding onto Seunghyun’s shoulders.
“Stop acting like my prostate is Waldo and get on with it.” Jiyong whines, head in the crook of Seunghyun’s neck.
“Because you asked so nicely.” Seunghyun mutters and pulls his fingers out, pouring more lube on them.
“Fuck wait, can you grab a condom-”
“I DON’T CARE ABOUT A FUCKING CONDOM, JUST GET IN ME ALREADY.” Jiyong yells and bites down on Seunghyun’s neck. Seunghyun grunts and frowns. He pumps his cock a couple of times, slickening it, and positions it right underneath Jiyong’s hole.
“Ready when you are, doll.” He says and Jiyong presses down swiftly, taking in Seunghyun in one go. Tears form immediately and he bites his lip.
“Too fast.” He breathes and Seunghyun strokes his back, fingers trailing Jiyong’s spine.
“It’s okay, we can stay like this for now.” Seunghyun chokes out.
“Could you… roll another one..?” Jiyong says softly, clenching his jaw.
Seunghyun’s eyes widen. “Like this?!”
“Yes, like this! Can’t do it?” Jiyong evens his breathing and Seunghyun shakes his head.
“No, of course I can.” He says shakily and grabs the stuff. He prepares the joint, crushes the last bit of heaven and rolls it with quivering hands. He lights it quickly and hands it to Jiyong.
“There. Told you I could do it.” He says and Jiyong smiles, kissing him on the lips. He takes a few drags and grins lazily, eyes unfocused.
“Here you go, take a drag, I’m totally ready now.” Jiyong says and grinds his hips. And again. And again. And again. He finds a steady pace and Seunghyun puts the joint in the ashtray.
“Isn’t,” grind “that” grind “a waste?” Jiyong giggles.
“It’ll go out. Now stop it. I was going to fuck you.” Seunghyun growls and flips them over, carefully laying Jiyong on his back.
“Go ahead, Seunghyunnie...” Jiyong croons, wrapping his arms around Seunghyun’s neck. Seunghyun kisses Jiyong deeply and thrusts in, hitting Jiyong’s prostate dead on.
He keeps on thrusting and Jiyong’s hands go everywhere. It seems as if he doesn’t know where to put him, but he does know; he wants to touch Seunghyun all over. They travel from Seunghyun’s shoulder to his sides, to his thighs, to his ass, to his shoulder blades and Jiyong can’t get enough. His eyes roll back in pleasure and he settles with sinking his nails into Seunghyun’s lower back.
Jiyong is flying, he’s now more certain than ever. Every time Seunghyun thrusts in, pleasure hits him like a strong gust of wind, leaving him breathless. The way Seunghyun’s tongue glides over his neck feels like some sort of hot exotic rain, and the gusts of wind become stronger. Jiyong feels like he’s in a hurricane, and the only thing keeping him save from being blown away is Seunghyun. His head gets stuck in a tornado when Seunghyun takes care of his dick, and he’s gasping for oxygen.
“Seunghyun, I… so close…” Jiyong brings out and he wraps his arms around the older man’s neck again. They share a sloppy kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else, and a tsunami of bliss hits Jiyong when release comes. He’s drained, worn-out and can barely keep his arms around Seunghyun’s neck. Seunghyun is still pounding into Jiyong and after ten seconds Jiyong murmurs a soft ‘just spill it all in me, okay.’
Seunghyun comes with a loud grunt and he gently pulls out of Jiyong. He lets himself fall down on his back and Jiyong rolls onto his side, lying on top of Seunghyun with the right half of his body. Seunghyun’s arm is beneath Jiyong’s neck, functioning as a pillow, and Jiyong is smiling, playing with strays of Seunghyun’s hair.
“I’m still in heaven…” Jiyong whispers and Seunghyun pulls him closer.
“I’d get used to it if I were you.” Seunghyun replies, tenderly kissing the top of Jiyong’s head.
“This is super cliché.” Jiyong says, giggling.
“Yeah… I… Can’t think of anything else to say, so get used to it, doll.” Seunghyun sighs and covers them with the blanket.
“I will… Let’s go for lunch tomorrow…”
“Why not breakfast?”
“I’ll be asleep during breakfast.”
“Lunch then… Sweet dreams, doll.”
“Mhmm, you too…”
Jiyong smiles when he wakes up. He sees Seunghyun with cookie crumbles stuck to his chest and some dark syrup lines on his neck. Jiyong pulls the blanket off his skin, damn syrup, and crawls to Seunghyun.
“Seunghyun! Wake up..!” He says loudly and Seunghyun groans, trying to cover his eyes. He fails because his hand is stuck to the sheets, causing him to groan again. Jiyong chuckles and pulls Seunghyun with him, out of the bed, searching for the shower.
He finds it and pushes Seunghyun in.
“Doll… I’m barely awake, why do we have to shower?” Seunghyun mutters, but his eyes widen when he sticks to the wall.
“Okay never mind, come here. Soap… Where’s the soap…?” Seunghyun is searching through the bottles and he lets out a small exclamation of victory when he finds the body soap.
They wash up, not without some making out, and dry off.
“Ready for lunch now?” Jiyong asks when they’ve cleaned the bedroom and Seunghyun nods.
“Let’s go then!” Jiyong says cheerfully and pulls Seunghyun with him. “Oh, and just so we’re clear, you realise that I’m not sharing you with anyone else, right?” He adds, looking at Seunghyun.
Seunghyun smiles, nodding. “Same goes for you, doll.”
dedicated to the gorgeous sweet amazing baby x_riisa.i love her thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. this is just for you bb. ♥