[ONESHOT] Breathe.
Title: Breathe.
Group: U-Kiss.
Pairing: Elixander. As always.
Rating: NC17.
Warning: Bad English, dubcon, sort of choking fetish. Not Julia-safe.
Summary: Something seemed off with Alexander that day.
N/A: I don't know why I wrote this, and I'll never know. Fic solemnly dedicated to furutsu.
Practice, practice, practice. It seemed like they would never end, filling that frantic month between the stop of their activities and preparations for the comeback. All Eli wanted was a break from that madness, and his comrades seemed to support him on that.
“Gosh, I’m dead,” Kevin collapsed right beside him, slouching on the couch. “I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”
“Hadn’t you and Alexander planned to get some cheesecake together on the break?” Eli commented, vaguely remembering that. Kevin made a face.
“He’s on one of those days, you know,” he pointed his fingers up beside his forehead, as if indicating horns. “It’s not nice to hang out with him when he’s that moody.”
Eli looked at the ceiling. In fact, Alexander had looked kind of shady during the whole day - something on his face spelt danger since he had arrived, maybe the result of a bad night or something similar. It made Eli worried, just for the sake of being, since he knew this kind of thing would come and go. Ah, bias… bias is a bitch.
“I’ll see how he’s doing,” he announced absent-mindedly, deciding to check up on him. Why not? Maybe he wasn’t feeling alright or something. It could be stomach ache!
Eli stood up and went to hunt Alexander, asking many people where the older boy was, then discovering he was in the upper hallway’s last room, were useless stuff like old TVs and broken props were stored. What could he be doing there? Eli shrugged it off and went to the room anyway, cracking the door open slowly, a bit afraid to startle him.
“Eli?” Alexander’s voice called from inside. The room looked really dark, so Eli tried to turn the lights on, but nothing happened. “It doesn’t work. Come inside, please?”
Eli did as told, spotting Alexander immediately while closing the door. It’s not that dark inside; he can see Alexander’s expression, and can still tell that there’s something wrong. The boy’s eyes were a bit darker than usual, and his face was just looking generally shady.
“Taking a break here?” Eli asked, a bit awkward; Alexander just nodded silently. “Practice’s been being a bitch, right? The new dance routine is really hard.”
“Oh, indeed,” Alexander sighed, leading Eli to think that maybe he had hit a nerve. “Rehearsing all day was hard to me. I just wanted to,” he sighed again, this time in a more restrained way. “Cool off a little bit.”
“You do look like you need to blow off some steam, actually,” Eli confessed, making Alexander look at him with sharp, dark eyes. His face got flushed. “I mean, you look a bit-stressed out? I came here to see if you wanted to grab some food or something…”
Eli trailed off, unsure of his words. Being locked in a scarcely illuminated room with Alexander looking at him like that inspired him some fear.
“Are you hungry?” a smile crept on Alexander’s lips - a smirk, actually, which only intensified Eli’s sense of fear. “I may have something stored for you.”
The offering would have been received with gratitude on any other day, but, at that moment, it only made Eli wonder if it was something poisoned. He could only stare at his hyung, frozen, as the latter got closer to him with slow, silent steps. Closer… eventually too close, invading Eli’s personal space and running a finger down Eli’s throat.
“Alexander?” Eli called out weakly, sounding quite ridiculous - at least in Alexander’s opinion, since he chuckled.
“Don’t you want to know what hyung has for you, Eli?” Alexander whispered, leaning forward and nuzzling Eli’s neck softly - now, what the hell was going on? Eli should push him away. Come on, push him away! Yet, his arms didn’t move. He felt a shiver go up his spine when Alexander’s lips caressed the curve of his neck, lightly moistening the skin.
“What is it?” Eli asked hesitantly, almost against his will. His neck felt cold when Alexander pulled back to look into his eyes, an almost cruel glint making Eli feel alarmed.
“I give you a minute,” Alexander sneaked an arm around Eli’s waist and pressed their bodies together forcefully, making Eli gasp in surprise when he felt it. “To guess it.”
He even tried to say something, but the words simply died in his throat when Alexander began grinding and rubbing, making him feel more than he’d rather to. What was the older one even doing?? They shouldn’t-why was Alexander pushing his head down?
“Time is ticking…” he teased, caressing Eli’s hair rather violently, making the younger one feel a sting of pain on his nape.
Upon the ultimatum, he decided to follow the ‘hint’ and lower himself down Alexander’s body, face flustered in deep red, until he was kneeling in front of the older one’s crotch - he had to look up, it was unbelievable that Alexander, their childish and silly Alexander was doing this to him. At that moment, however, Alexander looked anything but childish and silly.
“Smart boy,” Alexander chuckled, making Eli feel mocked. “Now open it up, will you?”
Cold sweat covered Eli’s hot cheeks as he complied, too intimidated to fight back. He almost closed his eyes while pulling the hem of Alexander’s sweatpants down - but he refused to, was he a kid or something? He gulped and pulled the older boy’s underwear down too, revealing his hard cock standing at mere centimeters from Eli’s face.
“You see this, Eli?” Alexander pushed his head slightly, making him whimper unconsciously. “I’m like this because of you. Don’t you think you should compensate me?”
Eli knew well what Alexander meant - oh, he knew very well, it was impossible not to know - but he felt frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do, caught in a state of doubt and embarrassment, and a tiny bit of arousal. He eventually gave in, afraid that Alexander would pull his hair again, and gave the shaft an experimental lick, tasting the hot flesh. Alexander groaned, hand still pulling and caressing Eli’s hair, and the younger boy felt a bit guilty for getting hard at the contact.
“More,” Alexander mumbled demandingly, forcing Eli’s head onto his cock. Letting himself be led by the older, Eli simply parted his lips, giving room for the length to invade his mouth - Eli took a sharp breath through his nose, he was salivating. He knew that, if he didn’t move for himself, Alexander wouldn’t hesitate in forcing him to, and things could get pretty ugly; he began slowly pulling back, running his tongue on the shaft’s underside, then moving forward again.
“Look how much cock you can take in your mouth,” Alexander whispered in a low, smooth voice and a shot of arousal ran through Eli’s body. “You could suck it all without even choking.”
A small groan escaped from Eli’s throat when Alexander pulled his hair back and forth again - God, that voice of Alexander’s was making him hot. It was like everything was calculated to make Eli embarrassed, embarrassed for giving his bandmate and close friend a blowjob and for getting off on it. He tried to forget about it while he sucked harder, picking up the pace almost unnoticeably - except that Alexander did notice, moaning and humming.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” It only Eli feel more embarrassed, to be treated like that by Alexander. As if he was some kind of kid. He put his hands on Alexander’s naked hips and buried even more of the boy’s cock into his mouth, feeling the tip poke his throat uncomfortably, sliding his abused lips up and down the length. He felt as if he was being gagged, but he couldn’t stop; the tiny masochist inside him enjoyed the feeling of having something so large and hot invading his mouth.
Eli’s moves slowly became faster, the back of his throat hurting a bit. Alexander’s grunts and moans made the air around them too hot to be tolerable, in Eli’s opinion, and only intensified the feeling of suffocating; yet, the tightness in his pants reminded that he was enjoying it, and way too much.
“Faster,” Alexander commanded breathlessly, and Eli complied, sucking as fast as he could, purring unconsciously when the flesh slid on his tongue. To his greater embarrassment, Alexander heard it and chuckled devilishly. “Having some fun down there?”
Eli felt sick and completely wrong inside, specially when he felt how hard he actually was; as much as the swollen flesh just begged to be touched, he refused to, trying to have some power over himself. He began engulfing more and more of Alexander’s cock with his mouth, feeling it slam against his throat almost violently as he went faster and faster - Alexander’s moans, God, he really needed to touch himself. His grip on the older boy’s hips got stronger with his resolution of not letting his hands touch his cock, and, at the same time, Alexander’s grip on his hair got stronger too, more painful.
“Eli,” the name rolled out so erotically that Eli’s breath got caught in his throat. “I’m-I’m almost-“
It got lost on a suffocated sound that took place before a long, loud moan escaping from Alexander’s lips; too distracted, Eli was caught by surprise when a thick and warm liquid was shot down his throat, and ended up choking, having to pull away while coughing. Thanks to that unplanned movement, Alexander’s hot seed ended up spread on Eli’s flustered cheeks and swollen lips, making Eli feel both humiliated and turned on in a twisted way.
Eli was still coughing lightly when he noticed that Alexander was staring down at him, his eyes still gleaming somewhat maliciously but considerably softer now. Eli could only stare back dumbly as the older boy held his chin delicately and moved his face up a little bit, as if wanting to take a better look.
“You look so beautiful when you look like that,” Alexander kneeled down and licked Eli’s lips lustily. “So slutty and disheveled.”
He was still feeling uncomfortably hot and bothered, sweat coating his forehead while Alexander took his time playing with his lips. Now, he only needed to ask-he only needed to beg for a touch, for some help-
“Yah, stop with that, it’s dangerous,” he heard a distant voice say. It sounded muffled, as if the words where being said against a cotton pad. He blinked twice, feeling sticky.
Suddenly, he wasn’t looking at Alexander anymore; he was looking at a black, opaque surface that was being held against his face. He blinked again, sitting up; the surface slid down, revealing the practice room, brighter and cooler than Eli remembered it to be.
“I’m sorry, Eli, I was just kidding,” he heard Kevin say, and looked down. The thing that had been on his face just some minutes ago was a jacket. “You sweated so much! It was only for some minutes.”
“I told you this was dangerous!” For Eli’s horror, Alexander voice replied, sounding cheerful and bright as always. “He could have suffocated, and you’d have become a murderer!”
As the two of them engaged on a very serious discussing about whether CSI would find out or not that Kevin was the culprit of Eli’s imaginary murder, the murder victim looked around, trying to absorb reality. So it had been a dream… of course, Eli scolded himself mentally, feeling ridiculous. As if Alexander would do something like that at him in real life.
“I could plant a fake accident proof,” Kevin retorted. “I could put a tartlet in his mouth and say that he choked while trying to eat it.”
“Ha! No one would believe it, Eli obviously can eat a whole tartlet in one bite,” Alexander threw back, laughing and making Kevin laugh too. “Wanna bet? Hey, Eli-“
“No, please,” Eli whimpered before he could think of a proper answer, sounding weak and positively not okay. Alexander’s and Kevin’s smiles vanished, worry stamped on their faces. “I’ll-I’ll go wash my face, excuse me.”
And he went away, feeling all wrong in the inside for wanting to show Alexander that yes, he could put a whole tartlet in his mouth, and much bigger things too.
Group: U-Kiss.
Pairing: Elixander. As always.
Rating: NC17.
Warning: Bad English, dubcon, sort of choking fetish. Not Julia-safe.
Summary: Something seemed off with Alexander that day.
N/A: I don't know why I wrote this, and I'll never know. Fic solemnly dedicated to furutsu.
Practice, practice, practice. It seemed like they would never end, filling that frantic month between the stop of their activities and preparations for the comeback. All Eli wanted was a break from that madness, and his comrades seemed to support him on that.
“Gosh, I’m dead,” Kevin collapsed right beside him, slouching on the couch. “I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.”
“Hadn’t you and Alexander planned to get some cheesecake together on the break?” Eli commented, vaguely remembering that. Kevin made a face.
“He’s on one of those days, you know,” he pointed his fingers up beside his forehead, as if indicating horns. “It’s not nice to hang out with him when he’s that moody.”
Eli looked at the ceiling. In fact, Alexander had looked kind of shady during the whole day - something on his face spelt danger since he had arrived, maybe the result of a bad night or something similar. It made Eli worried, just for the sake of being, since he knew this kind of thing would come and go. Ah, bias… bias is a bitch.
“I’ll see how he’s doing,” he announced absent-mindedly, deciding to check up on him. Why not? Maybe he wasn’t feeling alright or something. It could be stomach ache!
Eli stood up and went to hunt Alexander, asking many people where the older boy was, then discovering he was in the upper hallway’s last room, were useless stuff like old TVs and broken props were stored. What could he be doing there? Eli shrugged it off and went to the room anyway, cracking the door open slowly, a bit afraid to startle him.
“Eli?” Alexander’s voice called from inside. The room looked really dark, so Eli tried to turn the lights on, but nothing happened. “It doesn’t work. Come inside, please?”
Eli did as told, spotting Alexander immediately while closing the door. It’s not that dark inside; he can see Alexander’s expression, and can still tell that there’s something wrong. The boy’s eyes were a bit darker than usual, and his face was just looking generally shady.
“Taking a break here?” Eli asked, a bit awkward; Alexander just nodded silently. “Practice’s been being a bitch, right? The new dance routine is really hard.”
“Oh, indeed,” Alexander sighed, leading Eli to think that maybe he had hit a nerve. “Rehearsing all day was hard to me. I just wanted to,” he sighed again, this time in a more restrained way. “Cool off a little bit.”
“You do look like you need to blow off some steam, actually,” Eli confessed, making Alexander look at him with sharp, dark eyes. His face got flushed. “I mean, you look a bit-stressed out? I came here to see if you wanted to grab some food or something…”
Eli trailed off, unsure of his words. Being locked in a scarcely illuminated room with Alexander looking at him like that inspired him some fear.
“Are you hungry?” a smile crept on Alexander’s lips - a smirk, actually, which only intensified Eli’s sense of fear. “I may have something stored for you.”
The offering would have been received with gratitude on any other day, but, at that moment, it only made Eli wonder if it was something poisoned. He could only stare at his hyung, frozen, as the latter got closer to him with slow, silent steps. Closer… eventually too close, invading Eli’s personal space and running a finger down Eli’s throat.
“Alexander?” Eli called out weakly, sounding quite ridiculous - at least in Alexander’s opinion, since he chuckled.
“Don’t you want to know what hyung has for you, Eli?” Alexander whispered, leaning forward and nuzzling Eli’s neck softly - now, what the hell was going on? Eli should push him away. Come on, push him away! Yet, his arms didn’t move. He felt a shiver go up his spine when Alexander’s lips caressed the curve of his neck, lightly moistening the skin.
“What is it?” Eli asked hesitantly, almost against his will. His neck felt cold when Alexander pulled back to look into his eyes, an almost cruel glint making Eli feel alarmed.
“I give you a minute,” Alexander sneaked an arm around Eli’s waist and pressed their bodies together forcefully, making Eli gasp in surprise when he felt it. “To guess it.”
He even tried to say something, but the words simply died in his throat when Alexander began grinding and rubbing, making him feel more than he’d rather to. What was the older one even doing?? They shouldn’t-why was Alexander pushing his head down?
“Time is ticking…” he teased, caressing Eli’s hair rather violently, making the younger one feel a sting of pain on his nape.
Upon the ultimatum, he decided to follow the ‘hint’ and lower himself down Alexander’s body, face flustered in deep red, until he was kneeling in front of the older one’s crotch - he had to look up, it was unbelievable that Alexander, their childish and silly Alexander was doing this to him. At that moment, however, Alexander looked anything but childish and silly.
“Smart boy,” Alexander chuckled, making Eli feel mocked. “Now open it up, will you?”
Cold sweat covered Eli’s hot cheeks as he complied, too intimidated to fight back. He almost closed his eyes while pulling the hem of Alexander’s sweatpants down - but he refused to, was he a kid or something? He gulped and pulled the older boy’s underwear down too, revealing his hard cock standing at mere centimeters from Eli’s face.
“You see this, Eli?” Alexander pushed his head slightly, making him whimper unconsciously. “I’m like this because of you. Don’t you think you should compensate me?”
Eli knew well what Alexander meant - oh, he knew very well, it was impossible not to know - but he felt frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do, caught in a state of doubt and embarrassment, and a tiny bit of arousal. He eventually gave in, afraid that Alexander would pull his hair again, and gave the shaft an experimental lick, tasting the hot flesh. Alexander groaned, hand still pulling and caressing Eli’s hair, and the younger boy felt a bit guilty for getting hard at the contact.
“More,” Alexander mumbled demandingly, forcing Eli’s head onto his cock. Letting himself be led by the older, Eli simply parted his lips, giving room for the length to invade his mouth - Eli took a sharp breath through his nose, he was salivating. He knew that, if he didn’t move for himself, Alexander wouldn’t hesitate in forcing him to, and things could get pretty ugly; he began slowly pulling back, running his tongue on the shaft’s underside, then moving forward again.
“Look how much cock you can take in your mouth,” Alexander whispered in a low, smooth voice and a shot of arousal ran through Eli’s body. “You could suck it all without even choking.”
A small groan escaped from Eli’s throat when Alexander pulled his hair back and forth again - God, that voice of Alexander’s was making him hot. It was like everything was calculated to make Eli embarrassed, embarrassed for giving his bandmate and close friend a blowjob and for getting off on it. He tried to forget about it while he sucked harder, picking up the pace almost unnoticeably - except that Alexander did notice, moaning and humming.
“Yeah, baby, like that,” It only Eli feel more embarrassed, to be treated like that by Alexander. As if he was some kind of kid. He put his hands on Alexander’s naked hips and buried even more of the boy’s cock into his mouth, feeling the tip poke his throat uncomfortably, sliding his abused lips up and down the length. He felt as if he was being gagged, but he couldn’t stop; the tiny masochist inside him enjoyed the feeling of having something so large and hot invading his mouth.
Eli’s moves slowly became faster, the back of his throat hurting a bit. Alexander’s grunts and moans made the air around them too hot to be tolerable, in Eli’s opinion, and only intensified the feeling of suffocating; yet, the tightness in his pants reminded that he was enjoying it, and way too much.
“Faster,” Alexander commanded breathlessly, and Eli complied, sucking as fast as he could, purring unconsciously when the flesh slid on his tongue. To his greater embarrassment, Alexander heard it and chuckled devilishly. “Having some fun down there?”
Eli felt sick and completely wrong inside, specially when he felt how hard he actually was; as much as the swollen flesh just begged to be touched, he refused to, trying to have some power over himself. He began engulfing more and more of Alexander’s cock with his mouth, feeling it slam against his throat almost violently as he went faster and faster - Alexander’s moans, God, he really needed to touch himself. His grip on the older boy’s hips got stronger with his resolution of not letting his hands touch his cock, and, at the same time, Alexander’s grip on his hair got stronger too, more painful.
“Eli,” the name rolled out so erotically that Eli’s breath got caught in his throat. “I’m-I’m almost-“
It got lost on a suffocated sound that took place before a long, loud moan escaping from Alexander’s lips; too distracted, Eli was caught by surprise when a thick and warm liquid was shot down his throat, and ended up choking, having to pull away while coughing. Thanks to that unplanned movement, Alexander’s hot seed ended up spread on Eli’s flustered cheeks and swollen lips, making Eli feel both humiliated and turned on in a twisted way.
Eli was still coughing lightly when he noticed that Alexander was staring down at him, his eyes still gleaming somewhat maliciously but considerably softer now. Eli could only stare back dumbly as the older boy held his chin delicately and moved his face up a little bit, as if wanting to take a better look.
“You look so beautiful when you look like that,” Alexander kneeled down and licked Eli’s lips lustily. “So slutty and disheveled.”
He was still feeling uncomfortably hot and bothered, sweat coating his forehead while Alexander took his time playing with his lips. Now, he only needed to ask-he only needed to beg for a touch, for some help-
“Yah, stop with that, it’s dangerous,” he heard a distant voice say. It sounded muffled, as if the words where being said against a cotton pad. He blinked twice, feeling sticky.
Suddenly, he wasn’t looking at Alexander anymore; he was looking at a black, opaque surface that was being held against his face. He blinked again, sitting up; the surface slid down, revealing the practice room, brighter and cooler than Eli remembered it to be.
“I’m sorry, Eli, I was just kidding,” he heard Kevin say, and looked down. The thing that had been on his face just some minutes ago was a jacket. “You sweated so much! It was only for some minutes.”
“I told you this was dangerous!” For Eli’s horror, Alexander voice replied, sounding cheerful and bright as always. “He could have suffocated, and you’d have become a murderer!”
As the two of them engaged on a very serious discussing about whether CSI would find out or not that Kevin was the culprit of Eli’s imaginary murder, the murder victim looked around, trying to absorb reality. So it had been a dream… of course, Eli scolded himself mentally, feeling ridiculous. As if Alexander would do something like that at him in real life.
“I could plant a fake accident proof,” Kevin retorted. “I could put a tartlet in his mouth and say that he choked while trying to eat it.”
“Ha! No one would believe it, Eli obviously can eat a whole tartlet in one bite,” Alexander threw back, laughing and making Kevin laugh too. “Wanna bet? Hey, Eli-“
“No, please,” Eli whimpered before he could think of a proper answer, sounding weak and positively not okay. Alexander’s and Kevin’s smiles vanished, worry stamped on their faces. “I’ll-I’ll go wash my face, excuse me.”
And he went away, feeling all wrong in the inside for wanting to show Alexander that yes, he could put a whole tartlet in his mouth, and much bigger things too.