Surprise
A/N for vixxydooda, thanks for requesting, sweetie, can't lie I enjoyed writing this very much.
"A surprise?" Wonshik whispered, unsure, tilted smile on his lips either way, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Hakyeon crouched down, parting his legs slowly and running a hand on his inner thigh, ironed pants feeling harsh to the touch. He smiled, a small, secretive one, full of promises, eyes shining with expectancy. "Yeah.. it's your birthday, after all, baby, I want to spoil you.. " Hakyeon was dressed himself in a fitted suit, fabric molding around his shoulders nicely, white shirt underneath the jacket, stained with a small red spot from the wine they had drunk earlier. Wonshik watched him with a glint of wonder in his eyes, slim fingers sliding across Hakyeon's cheek and over his jawline, tilting his head up and dipping to steal a kiss.
Hakyeon beamed, lips glistening after their fervent lip lock, and his fingers slowly traveled up Wonshik's chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt, pressing a delicate kiss to the skin after unloosing each one. Eventually, he moved the material out of the way and off from Wonshik's shoulders, head dropping to kiss a trail from Wonshik's gorgeously chiseled stomach and to his neck, teasing nibbles at the soft skin.
"Hakyeon," Wonshik breathed, mind going a little hazy, thighs twitching underneath Hakyeon's strong grasp. Hakyeon wasn't all too eager to undress himself, instead pulled Wonshik's pants off in a swift movement, eyes lingering on the firm thighs and the pronounced bulge in his boxers - tempting. He licked his lips, grinning up at his boyfriend again, fingers grazing against the skin of his inner thigh in a tentative manner, teeth following right after. Wonshik was starting to pant slightly, huffing when Hakyeon bit down and took skin between his teeth, sucking hard enough to leave it tainted red. Hakyeon was going all too slow and Wonshik was a little dazed from the alcohol earlier, hand reaching out and fingers clenching in the hair at the crown of Hakyeon's head; Hakyeon whispered a 'be patient' on his skin, fingers hooking into the waistband of his briefs shortly, giving a harsh tug and getting them off quite easily.
He was completely, utterly exposed, pink spread across his cheeks for a moment, but the shyness vanished fast when Hakyeon's lips tenderly teased over the head of his cock. He was hard, skin veiny and crimson, and Hakyeon didn't waste too much time, sucked stripes of skin up his cock and took him in, throat relaxing and allowing him to slide deeper into the warm wetness. Wonshik choked, fingers once again yanking on Hakyeon's hair, going to his cheek to cup him and feeling the lump bumping against his finger pad as Hakyeon took him in repeatedly. He heard some noise, some shifting and in the trance of arousal, picked up that Hakyeon has just undone his zipper, fingers slipping into his pants and pleasuring himself.
He moaned, cupping Hakyeon's cheek entirely and made him tip his head up, the lust burning in Hakyeon's eyes making him more aroused, hips almost lifting off the mattress in desperate need to thrust, "Hakyeon, please," he begged, shakily sliding out, cock dragging against Hakyeon's lips and barely getting to stand on his own legs for a brief second before Hakyeon lunged at him again, eyes shiny with tears, "Fuck my mouth," he murmured, lips shimmery and hair messed up, pants undone and nails tightly embedding in Wonshik's thigh. Wonshik slid past his red lips again, the wetness and tightness of the mouth inviting, and with each press of his hips, he felt his head dizzier, his moans getting louder. There was a faint sound of choking escaping Hakyeon's throat, but he endured it, hand sticking in his underwear and moaning wantonly around Wonshik's cock, head thrown back, jaw gripped by Wonshik's hand.
Wonshik could feel the warmth pool in his stomach, the muscles growing tenser, the gasps only making it harder to breathe. He let the heat surge through all of him when he released, knees wobbling as he went slack, Hakyeon's desperate sounds from beneath making the experience all the more thrilling. It took a while for his breaths to get more frequent, more stable, the racing of his heart diminishing considerably. Hakyeon was a mess at his feet, scooting closer to scatter kisses up his thighs, but Wonshik stopped him, hands under his arms to pull him up, mouth against his neck and nuzzling close, mumbling praise in his neck, in a mix of thankfulness and affection. His lips lingered, moving over his cheeks and his mouth, biting down on his lip lightly and sucking gently, pulling away and falling on the mattress, Hakyeon in his lap. He was ready to hoist him in his arms and splay him on the mattress, but Hakyeon was quicker, even though still breathless, pushed him down instead, lips glazing down against his neck and chest, a hoarseness in his voice when he spoke, "I told you I'd spoil you tonight.. "
Wonshik was a tad taken aback, but complied nonetheless and moved backwards on the bed, letting Hakyeon dispense with his clothes and watching him attentively as he stripped of each clothing article with a teasing twinkle in his eyes, one that showed his confidence and it made it all the more attractive. Hakyeon slid over him again, fingers seeking for his cock and curling around it, only going for a few pumps before letting go and bringing his lips to his again, tongue tangling gently and licking teasingly into his mouth. Wonshik whimpered, a burbled noise released when Hakyeon pushed his legs open, nails lingering at his inner thigh again and poking at his entrance, finger circling on the wetness tantalizingly.
Wonshik pushed back, hips straining and let out a mewl which made Hakyeon chuckle, "Hakyeon.. are you.." "Yes," Hakyeon immediately replied, smug smile etched onto his lips and eyes glimmering, stomach churning in anticipation.
They haven't been dating for too long, but Hakyeon knew Wonshik is curious - having expressed his want a few times before, especially when he was intoxicated, senses warped and need showing blatantly, but Hakyeon didn't want to make love to tipsy Wonshik. Fortunately, there was only a glass of wine he consumed tonight, and he wanted to fulfill his wish, be gentle and make him feel good.
He gave a kiss to Wonshik's lips again, in an attempt of soothing, of calming him down, and he fished the tube of lubrication out of the night stand, fingers enclosing around it. Wonshik's eyes flickered and he dragged his tongue over his swollen bottom lip, feeling nervousness creeping in. Hakyeon slipped his hands onto his waist, caressing over hipbones, pressing kisses over the dip of his stomach softly, almost reverently and Wonshik felt his heart melt. He hadn't known Hakyeon for too long, but he simply fascinated him, pulled him in with every flash of his smile and every touch, making him crave for more constantly.
He felt his legs spread apart more and the need to close them only grew, but he fought it back, inhaling a sharp breath when Hakyeon's fingers skimmed over his entrance again, this time thoroughly moist with lubrication; there was a gentle thrust of a finger, a twist inside and Wonshik cried out, thighs trembling. Hakyeon watched his expression shift from trust to discomfort and displeasure, fingers slowly drawing patterns on his thigh and moving higher, coiling around his shaft. Wonshik relaxed just a little more until a squeak ripped out from his throat when a second finger joined the first, curling inside and poking deeper. "Hakyeon.. it hurts, baby." Hakyeon shushed him with his lips, whispering lovingly against them, "I know.. it will get better. You're doing well, baby," he encouraged, fingers pushing in and out and tapping against the nerves, drawing out a needy whine.
Wonshik's hips started moving on their own, thrusting back against the fingers, the slick sounds making the blood pound in his ears; it was only a matter of time before he started begging, breathless pleas that made Hakyeon's lips twist in a small smile, cock twitching against his flat tummy. He grasped it firmly and brought it to Wonshik's entrance, teased it while pressing kisses at Wonshik's neck, their skin brushing together deliciously. "Hakyeon, please, I need you," Wonshik pleaded again, voice whiny, nails clawing at Hakyeon's shoulder blades and Hakyeon finally obeyed, pushing past the muscle and tensing at the feeling, heat surrounding him so nicely he took a moment to just breathe, puffing against Wonshik's throat. He hovered over him and dipped again to kiss his cheeks, the tears prickling at the corners of Wonshik's eyes making his heart clench a little.
Wonshik didn't know how he felt - it was foreign and he felt filled, it was neither awful nor pleasant, yet. His nails dragged down Hakyeon's back, clenching in his rump and urged him to move wordlessly. Hakyeon shifted a bit, removed the wisps of hair sticking to Wonshik's forehead and started to move, slow sensual thrusts that got him deeper inside each time. He felt wonderful, the heat making him dazed, but he wanted Wonshik to feel good, too, to enjoy this. Wonshik watched him all the while, tawny skin beautifully shimmering with sweat and lips parted, moaning low and panting almost too hard, losing his breath. "Ah.. there, please, faster," Wonshik's sudden plead surprised Hakyeon in the most delightful way and he started to plunge faster, heaving Wonshik's legs and urging him to keep them up, leaving him so open, blush gracing his face and neck gorgeously.
Wonshik was trembling pathetically under him, keening sounds leaving his mouth, hands gripping on Hakyeon's forearms as he pushed his legs further up and changed his angle by kneeling beside him. He plunged with more force, trail of sweat going down his spine and Wonshik looked at him one more time before he reached for his cock, fingers moving languidly, breath picking up and he writhed as he came, hand stilling as he choked for breath. Hakyeon thrust inside a few more times before he went over the edge with a heated moan of Wonshik's name, hips still working and hands shaking.
He let go, breathing getting steadier, eyelids getting heavier and he collapsed beside his boyfriend, teeth nipping at his jaw mischievously before snickering gleefully, lips taking his in a sweet kiss. "Happy birthday," he whispered, voice throaty and Wonshik smiled, squeezing gently on Hakyeon's thigh, "Thank you."
"A surprise?" Wonshik whispered, unsure, tilted smile on his lips either way, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Hakyeon crouched down, parting his legs slowly and running a hand on his inner thigh, ironed pants feeling harsh to the touch. He smiled, a small, secretive one, full of promises, eyes shining with expectancy. "Yeah.. it's your birthday, after all, baby, I want to spoil you.. " Hakyeon was dressed himself in a fitted suit, fabric molding around his shoulders nicely, white shirt underneath the jacket, stained with a small red spot from the wine they had drunk earlier. Wonshik watched him with a glint of wonder in his eyes, slim fingers sliding across Hakyeon's cheek and over his jawline, tilting his head up and dipping to steal a kiss.
Hakyeon beamed, lips glistening after their fervent lip lock, and his fingers slowly traveled up Wonshik's chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt, pressing a delicate kiss to the skin after unloosing each one. Eventually, he moved the material out of the way and off from Wonshik's shoulders, head dropping to kiss a trail from Wonshik's gorgeously chiseled stomach and to his neck, teasing nibbles at the soft skin.
"Hakyeon," Wonshik breathed, mind going a little hazy, thighs twitching underneath Hakyeon's strong grasp. Hakyeon wasn't all too eager to undress himself, instead pulled Wonshik's pants off in a swift movement, eyes lingering on the firm thighs and the pronounced bulge in his boxers - tempting. He licked his lips, grinning up at his boyfriend again, fingers grazing against the skin of his inner thigh in a tentative manner, teeth following right after. Wonshik was starting to pant slightly, huffing when Hakyeon bit down and took skin between his teeth, sucking hard enough to leave it tainted red. Hakyeon was going all too slow and Wonshik was a little dazed from the alcohol earlier, hand reaching out and fingers clenching in the hair at the crown of Hakyeon's head; Hakyeon whispered a 'be patient' on his skin, fingers hooking into the waistband of his briefs shortly, giving a harsh tug and getting them off quite easily.
He was completely, utterly exposed, pink spread across his cheeks for a moment, but the shyness vanished fast when Hakyeon's lips tenderly teased over the head of his cock. He was hard, skin veiny and crimson, and Hakyeon didn't waste too much time, sucked stripes of skin up his cock and took him in, throat relaxing and allowing him to slide deeper into the warm wetness. Wonshik choked, fingers once again yanking on Hakyeon's hair, going to his cheek to cup him and feeling the lump bumping against his finger pad as Hakyeon took him in repeatedly. He heard some noise, some shifting and in the trance of arousal, picked up that Hakyeon has just undone his zipper, fingers slipping into his pants and pleasuring himself.
He moaned, cupping Hakyeon's cheek entirely and made him tip his head up, the lust burning in Hakyeon's eyes making him more aroused, hips almost lifting off the mattress in desperate need to thrust, "Hakyeon, please," he begged, shakily sliding out, cock dragging against Hakyeon's lips and barely getting to stand on his own legs for a brief second before Hakyeon lunged at him again, eyes shiny with tears, "Fuck my mouth," he murmured, lips shimmery and hair messed up, pants undone and nails tightly embedding in Wonshik's thigh. Wonshik slid past his red lips again, the wetness and tightness of the mouth inviting, and with each press of his hips, he felt his head dizzier, his moans getting louder. There was a faint sound of choking escaping Hakyeon's throat, but he endured it, hand sticking in his underwear and moaning wantonly around Wonshik's cock, head thrown back, jaw gripped by Wonshik's hand.
Wonshik could feel the warmth pool in his stomach, the muscles growing tenser, the gasps only making it harder to breathe. He let the heat surge through all of him when he released, knees wobbling as he went slack, Hakyeon's desperate sounds from beneath making the experience all the more thrilling. It took a while for his breaths to get more frequent, more stable, the racing of his heart diminishing considerably. Hakyeon was a mess at his feet, scooting closer to scatter kisses up his thighs, but Wonshik stopped him, hands under his arms to pull him up, mouth against his neck and nuzzling close, mumbling praise in his neck, in a mix of thankfulness and affection. His lips lingered, moving over his cheeks and his mouth, biting down on his lip lightly and sucking gently, pulling away and falling on the mattress, Hakyeon in his lap. He was ready to hoist him in his arms and splay him on the mattress, but Hakyeon was quicker, even though still breathless, pushed him down instead, lips glazing down against his neck and chest, a hoarseness in his voice when he spoke, "I told you I'd spoil you tonight.. "
Wonshik was a tad taken aback, but complied nonetheless and moved backwards on the bed, letting Hakyeon dispense with his clothes and watching him attentively as he stripped of each clothing article with a teasing twinkle in his eyes, one that showed his confidence and it made it all the more attractive. Hakyeon slid over him again, fingers seeking for his cock and curling around it, only going for a few pumps before letting go and bringing his lips to his again, tongue tangling gently and licking teasingly into his mouth. Wonshik whimpered, a burbled noise released when Hakyeon pushed his legs open, nails lingering at his inner thigh again and poking at his entrance, finger circling on the wetness tantalizingly.
Wonshik pushed back, hips straining and let out a mewl which made Hakyeon chuckle, "Hakyeon.. are you.." "Yes," Hakyeon immediately replied, smug smile etched onto his lips and eyes glimmering, stomach churning in anticipation.
They haven't been dating for too long, but Hakyeon knew Wonshik is curious - having expressed his want a few times before, especially when he was intoxicated, senses warped and need showing blatantly, but Hakyeon didn't want to make love to tipsy Wonshik. Fortunately, there was only a glass of wine he consumed tonight, and he wanted to fulfill his wish, be gentle and make him feel good.
He gave a kiss to Wonshik's lips again, in an attempt of soothing, of calming him down, and he fished the tube of lubrication out of the night stand, fingers enclosing around it. Wonshik's eyes flickered and he dragged his tongue over his swollen bottom lip, feeling nervousness creeping in. Hakyeon slipped his hands onto his waist, caressing over hipbones, pressing kisses over the dip of his stomach softly, almost reverently and Wonshik felt his heart melt. He hadn't known Hakyeon for too long, but he simply fascinated him, pulled him in with every flash of his smile and every touch, making him crave for more constantly.
He felt his legs spread apart more and the need to close them only grew, but he fought it back, inhaling a sharp breath when Hakyeon's fingers skimmed over his entrance again, this time thoroughly moist with lubrication; there was a gentle thrust of a finger, a twist inside and Wonshik cried out, thighs trembling. Hakyeon watched his expression shift from trust to discomfort and displeasure, fingers slowly drawing patterns on his thigh and moving higher, coiling around his shaft. Wonshik relaxed just a little more until a squeak ripped out from his throat when a second finger joined the first, curling inside and poking deeper. "Hakyeon.. it hurts, baby." Hakyeon shushed him with his lips, whispering lovingly against them, "I know.. it will get better. You're doing well, baby," he encouraged, fingers pushing in and out and tapping against the nerves, drawing out a needy whine.
Wonshik's hips started moving on their own, thrusting back against the fingers, the slick sounds making the blood pound in his ears; it was only a matter of time before he started begging, breathless pleas that made Hakyeon's lips twist in a small smile, cock twitching against his flat tummy. He grasped it firmly and brought it to Wonshik's entrance, teased it while pressing kisses at Wonshik's neck, their skin brushing together deliciously. "Hakyeon, please, I need you," Wonshik pleaded again, voice whiny, nails clawing at Hakyeon's shoulder blades and Hakyeon finally obeyed, pushing past the muscle and tensing at the feeling, heat surrounding him so nicely he took a moment to just breathe, puffing against Wonshik's throat. He hovered over him and dipped again to kiss his cheeks, the tears prickling at the corners of Wonshik's eyes making his heart clench a little.
Wonshik didn't know how he felt - it was foreign and he felt filled, it was neither awful nor pleasant, yet. His nails dragged down Hakyeon's back, clenching in his rump and urged him to move wordlessly. Hakyeon shifted a bit, removed the wisps of hair sticking to Wonshik's forehead and started to move, slow sensual thrusts that got him deeper inside each time. He felt wonderful, the heat making him dazed, but he wanted Wonshik to feel good, too, to enjoy this. Wonshik watched him all the while, tawny skin beautifully shimmering with sweat and lips parted, moaning low and panting almost too hard, losing his breath. "Ah.. there, please, faster," Wonshik's sudden plead surprised Hakyeon in the most delightful way and he started to plunge faster, heaving Wonshik's legs and urging him to keep them up, leaving him so open, blush gracing his face and neck gorgeously.
Wonshik was trembling pathetically under him, keening sounds leaving his mouth, hands gripping on Hakyeon's forearms as he pushed his legs further up and changed his angle by kneeling beside him. He plunged with more force, trail of sweat going down his spine and Wonshik looked at him one more time before he reached for his cock, fingers moving languidly, breath picking up and he writhed as he came, hand stilling as he choked for breath. Hakyeon thrust inside a few more times before he went over the edge with a heated moan of Wonshik's name, hips still working and hands shaking.
He let go, breathing getting steadier, eyelids getting heavier and he collapsed beside his boyfriend, teeth nipping at his jaw mischievously before snickering gleefully, lips taking his in a sweet kiss. "Happy birthday," he whispered, voice throaty and Wonshik smiled, squeezing gently on Hakyeon's thigh, "Thank you."