[ fic ] free to be you & me
B1A4 | baro/cnu | NC-17 | 1,006 w
it's naked time. uh, continued from this sort of.
brb, melting into the ground.
It isn’t the first time, and won’t be the last (at least Dongwoo hopes not), but it’s still something that’s somewhat new to their routine. Or rather, their relationship, whatever it should be called now. Dongwoo isn’t too particular about labels though, what he has with Sunwoo is comfortable and pleasant and refreshingly uncomplicated. It’s ten times easier than sneaking around to date in secret and about a hundred times more fun.
Sunwoo is sitting on a towel (because, Dongwoo figures, everyone would appreciate them not getting their naked butts and balls and dicks all over shared furniture) and Dongwoo is sitting on his lap. It’s not the most comfortable, not with how he has to bend and hunch down to kiss Sunwoo but it’s perfect when Sunwoo slides his lips down Dongwoo’s neck and he can sit up again, arch forward blindly and cling to Sunwoo’s shoulders.
(Everyone would probably also appreciate them not making out on shared furniture, but in the time that they’ve lived together they’ve all learned some valuable lessons about sharing living space. Compromise is necessary and ignorance is bliss, if they don’t see something happen with their own eyes it’s best to just believe that nothing ever happens.
It’s just the two of them now, so they make out on the couch and later they’ll try not to grin too obviously when Jinyoung sits down on the same spot.)
Dongwoo groans as Sunwoo slides a hand up his back, fingers rubbing where his neck meets his shoulders. He all but melts against Sunwoo as the latter laughs, breath gusting over the wet trail he’d left against Dongwoo’s neck.
It’s amazing how their naked make out sessions manage to end at this (usually), a few deep kisses, heated touches, and awkward laughter. Most of the time Dongwoo would pull away now, but he doesn’t this time and Sunwoo doesn’t let go either.
Sunwoo sets a hand on Dongwoo’s leg and somehow he manages not to shudder when Sunwoo starts to rub circles with his thumb. His hand slides higher.
“Um,” Dongwoo mumbles. Sunwoo’s hand is moving too close to Dongwoo’s crotch for him to really think clearly so it takes him a moment to say anything more than that, “Everyone sits on this couch.” Making out (naked or otherwise) on shared furniture is one thing, having sex on shared furniture is hugely different, probably. But he does want more and he doesn’t want Sunwoo to think of it as a rejection so he hunches again, leans down to press kisses to Sunwoo’s cheek. Sunwoo turns to meet him.
“I don’t really care,” he mutters, laughing a little against Dongwoo’s lips - and Dongwoo thinks maybe he can afford to care a little less for now. He slides his tongue between Sunwoo’s lips, presses Sunwoo back into the couch, and leans into him. (He can just justify it with those same rules; if no one else sees, it didn't happen. So, as long as it’s just the two of them, they’re free to do as they like.)
Dongwoo slides his hand down Sunwoo’s chest and lower, traces the outline of his abs with his fingertips, as he presses kisses down the side of Sunwoo’s nose. He shifts and his cock bumps against Sunwoo’s. It makes Sunwoo toss his head back, groaning low and loud.
“Is this okay?” he asks, voice surprisingly steady, and slides his thumb up along the side of Sunwoo’s neck while his other hand palms at Sunwoo’s cock. Sunwoo is hot in his hand and Dongwoo’s thoughts are racing, thinking about everything that could come out of this, everything that he wants. (He thinks about the times he’s in the shower alone. Sometimes he sucks on his own fingers and imagines it’s Sunwoo in his mouth, other times he fingers himself - still other times he just jerks himself off desperately, thinking of nothing but Sunwoo, Sunwoo, Sunwoo - and he realises he wants everything.
It’s probably not as uncomplicated as they pretend it is but Dongwoo figures that right now, it really is simple. It’s a race to orgasm.)
“Don’t even ask,” Sunwoo moans, hips jerking up and jostling Dongwoo. And he laughs, but it doesn’t last because Sunwoo’s hand slips between their bodies and he has to focus on not tugging on Sunwoo’s dick too hard, focus on keeping his hand moving rather than just moaning into a mouthful of Sunwoo’s hair.
Sunwoo’s places his hand on Dongwoo and they move together in a halting rhythm. Every time Sunwoo bucks his hips it makes Dongwoo stumble, lips and nose bumping clumsily against Sunwoo’s cheek and temple, and he licks at the small beads of sweat forming there. They’re completely focused on each other but completely distracted by each other at the same time.
“Hyung,” Sunwoo moans, Dongwoo can feel it as much as he can hear it but he still wants to feel it more, feel it against his skin, against his lips.
“Kiss me,” Dongwoo demands, presses his lips to Sunwoo’s temple as he speaks before pulling back and staring at him. And Sunwoo does, kiss him, until they’re both breathless (their hands still for a moment, distracted by each other’s tongue and lips and breath).
They’re all tangled up, wrists crossing, jerking into each other, and when they come they spill all over each other. Dongwoo drags his fingers up the inside of Sunwoo’s wrist and he ends up touching himself a little, fingers flitting over Sunwoo’s hand that’s still squeezing at his softening dick. Sunwoo’s head is bowed, staring at their hands. Dongwoo blows at the tufts of Sunwoo’s hair that’s tickling his nose and wraps his arm tightly around Sunwoo’s shoulder.
“I like you.” It’s easy to say because they’re not staring each other down, quietly and seriously. “You’re so perfect,” he continues - and really, what he means is probably not 'like.' But this is okay for now, because this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.
“Me too, I like you too.”
it's naked time. uh, continued from this sort of.
brb, melting into the ground.
It isn’t the first time, and won’t be the last (at least Dongwoo hopes not), but it’s still something that’s somewhat new to their routine. Or rather, their relationship, whatever it should be called now. Dongwoo isn’t too particular about labels though, what he has with Sunwoo is comfortable and pleasant and refreshingly uncomplicated. It’s ten times easier than sneaking around to date in secret and about a hundred times more fun.
Sunwoo is sitting on a towel (because, Dongwoo figures, everyone would appreciate them not getting their naked butts and balls and dicks all over shared furniture) and Dongwoo is sitting on his lap. It’s not the most comfortable, not with how he has to bend and hunch down to kiss Sunwoo but it’s perfect when Sunwoo slides his lips down Dongwoo’s neck and he can sit up again, arch forward blindly and cling to Sunwoo’s shoulders.
(Everyone would probably also appreciate them not making out on shared furniture, but in the time that they’ve lived together they’ve all learned some valuable lessons about sharing living space. Compromise is necessary and ignorance is bliss, if they don’t see something happen with their own eyes it’s best to just believe that nothing ever happens.
It’s just the two of them now, so they make out on the couch and later they’ll try not to grin too obviously when Jinyoung sits down on the same spot.)
Dongwoo groans as Sunwoo slides a hand up his back, fingers rubbing where his neck meets his shoulders. He all but melts against Sunwoo as the latter laughs, breath gusting over the wet trail he’d left against Dongwoo’s neck.
It’s amazing how their naked make out sessions manage to end at this (usually), a few deep kisses, heated touches, and awkward laughter. Most of the time Dongwoo would pull away now, but he doesn’t this time and Sunwoo doesn’t let go either.
Sunwoo sets a hand on Dongwoo’s leg and somehow he manages not to shudder when Sunwoo starts to rub circles with his thumb. His hand slides higher.
“Um,” Dongwoo mumbles. Sunwoo’s hand is moving too close to Dongwoo’s crotch for him to really think clearly so it takes him a moment to say anything more than that, “Everyone sits on this couch.” Making out (naked or otherwise) on shared furniture is one thing, having sex on shared furniture is hugely different, probably. But he does want more and he doesn’t want Sunwoo to think of it as a rejection so he hunches again, leans down to press kisses to Sunwoo’s cheek. Sunwoo turns to meet him.
“I don’t really care,” he mutters, laughing a little against Dongwoo’s lips - and Dongwoo thinks maybe he can afford to care a little less for now. He slides his tongue between Sunwoo’s lips, presses Sunwoo back into the couch, and leans into him. (He can just justify it with those same rules; if no one else sees, it didn't happen. So, as long as it’s just the two of them, they’re free to do as they like.)
Dongwoo slides his hand down Sunwoo’s chest and lower, traces the outline of his abs with his fingertips, as he presses kisses down the side of Sunwoo’s nose. He shifts and his cock bumps against Sunwoo’s. It makes Sunwoo toss his head back, groaning low and loud.
“Is this okay?” he asks, voice surprisingly steady, and slides his thumb up along the side of Sunwoo’s neck while his other hand palms at Sunwoo’s cock. Sunwoo is hot in his hand and Dongwoo’s thoughts are racing, thinking about everything that could come out of this, everything that he wants. (He thinks about the times he’s in the shower alone. Sometimes he sucks on his own fingers and imagines it’s Sunwoo in his mouth, other times he fingers himself - still other times he just jerks himself off desperately, thinking of nothing but Sunwoo, Sunwoo, Sunwoo - and he realises he wants everything.
It’s probably not as uncomplicated as they pretend it is but Dongwoo figures that right now, it really is simple. It’s a race to orgasm.)
“Don’t even ask,” Sunwoo moans, hips jerking up and jostling Dongwoo. And he laughs, but it doesn’t last because Sunwoo’s hand slips between their bodies and he has to focus on not tugging on Sunwoo’s dick too hard, focus on keeping his hand moving rather than just moaning into a mouthful of Sunwoo’s hair.
Sunwoo’s places his hand on Dongwoo and they move together in a halting rhythm. Every time Sunwoo bucks his hips it makes Dongwoo stumble, lips and nose bumping clumsily against Sunwoo’s cheek and temple, and he licks at the small beads of sweat forming there. They’re completely focused on each other but completely distracted by each other at the same time.
“Hyung,” Sunwoo moans, Dongwoo can feel it as much as he can hear it but he still wants to feel it more, feel it against his skin, against his lips.
“Kiss me,” Dongwoo demands, presses his lips to Sunwoo’s temple as he speaks before pulling back and staring at him. And Sunwoo does, kiss him, until they’re both breathless (their hands still for a moment, distracted by each other’s tongue and lips and breath).
They’re all tangled up, wrists crossing, jerking into each other, and when they come they spill all over each other. Dongwoo drags his fingers up the inside of Sunwoo’s wrist and he ends up touching himself a little, fingers flitting over Sunwoo’s hand that’s still squeezing at his softening dick. Sunwoo’s head is bowed, staring at their hands. Dongwoo blows at the tufts of Sunwoo’s hair that’s tickling his nose and wraps his arm tightly around Sunwoo’s shoulder.
“I like you.” It’s easy to say because they’re not staring each other down, quietly and seriously. “You’re so perfect,” he continues - and really, what he means is probably not 'like.' But this is okay for now, because this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.
“Me too, I like you too.”