do the i love you
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Wooyoung/Junho
Rating: NC17
Description: Basically my attempt at playing bingo with jessdislikesjam's kinks, so. Gift fic for her. PWP.
Warning: Excessive use of the word oppa.
'Oppa...'
Wooyoung turned around at the put on high voice in confusion and choked on air as his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.
Junho was leaning against the door frame, body language expressing a nervous innocence belied by his dark glinting eyes.
Wooyoung's eyes travelled up and down, taking in the full picture, cataloguing every detail:
one- hair extensions curling lightly at his shoulders, small pink bow perched on top, fringe brushing-
two- long lashes fluttering off black-rimmed eyes, eyeshadow sparkling with every innocent blink, white merging with-
three- pink brushed cheeks, blushing under the examination, colour reflecting-
four- pale pink glossy lips, bottom one being bitten shyly.
five- neat pristine white collar demurely showing the merest hints of collarbone, blouse cinching in slightly at the waist, creating the illusion of curves as it flared out over-
six- green tartan pleated skirt, short enough to bare creamy thighs, an expanse of skin cut off by-
seven- knee high white socks, tiny bows adorning one side of each of them, hugging shapely calves from where they started just below the knee to where they slipped into-
eight- delicate black pumps, and Wooyoung dimly wondered where Junho had found such dainty shoes in his size.
Heat was coursing through his body as he slowly lifted his eyes to meet Junho's again, letting out a shaky breath. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but all that came out was a croak, and, dazed as he was, he caught the miniscule twitch of Junho's lips before he rearranged his expression back into an innocent one, eyes as wide as they could go.
'Oppa, I was just wondering if you could help me with some work?' Wooyoung let out a mental whimper at the unintentionally (he thought) breathy high tone.
'Can oppa help me?' Junho asked, fluttering his extra long lashes at Wooyoung, biting down on a finger he'd brought up to his mouth.
'Y-yes,' Wooyoung stuttered, his voice sounding strained to his ears.
Junho grinned widely. 'Thank you, oppa!'
Wooyoung resisted the urge to moan as Junho skipped- skipped- over, hair bouncing and skirt fluttering up just the slightest bit, short short short underneath his butt as he turned lightly and sat down on the chair next to Wooyoung's.
'So uh-' Wooyoung's voice faltered and he cleared his throat and tried again. 'What do you need help with?'
Junho's lip's pursed slightly, light reflecting off the gloss and Wooyoung was sure he was going to lose his mind as he tried not to look at the skirt riding dangerously high on strong thighs, knees primly together- although why he was trying not to look was beyond him, he just felt he shouldn't.
'Biology,' Junho replied and Wooyoung blinked in surprise. Junho didn't do biology.
'Biology,' he repeated and Junho nodded.
'I've been having trouble understanding how... uh...' Junho ducked his head as if in embarrassment, peeking up at Wooyoung from under his lashes, tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips, and his next words came out barely more than a whisper, 'the process of sexual reproduction works.'
Wooyoung choked again at that and with a quick glance down at bare thighs inches from his, knees leaning against his, his mind seemed to settle and his hesitant confusion dissipated.
He pulled up the relevant notes on his computer and started explaining the process, only half paying attention and pretty sure he was talking gibberish, but Junho widened his eyes and pursed his lips in concentration and nodded at all the right places, before parting pretty pink lips to ask a question.
'Oppa, this is approaching the act of s-sex-' a deliberate well-placed stutter caused Wooyoung to gulp. '-from a purely reproductive standpoint, right?'
Wooyoung nodded. 'Mmhmm.'
'Well, what I don't understand it... well, um.' Junho kept ducking his head shyly and twiddling his fingers and Wooyoung repressed the urge to swear.
'People don't only have sex to make babies, so why's that?'
Wooyoung choked on air again, his eyebrows shooting up because really.
'Well, uh,' he started, voice slightly strangled, 'because it feels good.'
'Feels good?' Junho tilted his head innocently and Wooyoung almost bit his tongue.
He cleared his throat and shifted sideways so he was facing Junho, sneaking a hand forward onto Junho's thigh, eliciting a short intake of breath from Junho as he glanced down at Wooyoung's hand, apprehensive shock on his face, parted lips at odds with the glint in his eyes as they met Wooyoung's.
'Yeah, it feels good. Really good,' he said and Junho bit his lip.
'I've never- feels good how?' Junho asked, eyes flickering down to Wooyoung's hand gradually moving up his thigh.
'Well,' Wooyoung started, his hand pausing in its meandering journey. 'It's not really something that can be easily explained...'
Junho let out a gasp, hand lifting to cover his mouth. 'Omo, oppa, have you-'
'Have I what?' Wooyoung asked, feigning confusion, and Junho covered his face with his hands, peeking over them at Wooyoung.
'Had sex,' he whispered, covering his face again, and Wooyoung valiantly refrained from bursting into laughter.
'I have,' he said, his thumb absently tracing circles on Junho's thighs. 'So I can tell you it's not something that can be explained, it has to be experienced.'
'I want to understand but... I've never...' Junho shifted nervously in his seat.
'Do you really want to know?' Wooyoung prompted, and Junho nodded hesitantly.
'Yes... but...' Junho chewed on his lip, shaking his hair forward into his face.
'But...?'
'Oppa, I'm scared,' Junho whispered even as he shifted, moving Wooyoung's hand further up his thigh.
'Don't be,' Wooyoung said soothingly, 'Oppa will take care of you. Would you like that?'
Junho bit his lip again. 'Yes,' he breathed, letting a hand rest over Wooyoung's on his thigh.
Even though it had been a foregone conclusion, Wooyoung still got a rush of anticipatory successful exhilaration as he leant in.
'Let oppa teach you,' he whispered, before pressing his lips to Junho's, slipping on the gloss, sticky and sweet under his tongue.
His hand slid a little higher as he pressed further forward, skirt hem brushing against his knuckles as he deepened the kiss.
Junho inhaled into the kiss, hand gripping Wooyoung's tightly, pressing it closer to his thigh, which had lifted slightly.
Junho tasted the same, Wooyoung thought, the same but with a hint of strawberry.
Junho let out a small whimper when Wooyoung pulled away, body leaning forward as if to follow, and Wooyoung gave a little snorting chuckle.
'Should we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?' he murmured, finger running along Junho's jawline, and Junho swallowed.
'Where did oppa have in mind?' he asked breathlessly, batting innocent eyelashes over dark dark eyes and Wooyoung smirked, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling back and standing up, holding out a hand to Junho.
Junho bit his lip, feigning shyness, and placed his hand in Wooyoung's, slowly rising to his feet.
Wooyoung led Junho to his bed, allowing Junho to settle himself first- he carefully toed off his little black pumps and slid onto the bed, knees together in a manner that would almost be demure were it not for the chewing on the hair and the reclining on the pillows, socks white against the covers, skirt riding high on his thighs, and Wooyoung coughed away a needy whine that threatened to rise up out of his throat.
He knelt on the bed, toeing his own shoes off in an attempt at being suave that he tried to tell himself didn't fail, despite the amused glint in Junho's eyes.
Shuffling forward on his knees, the squeaking of the bed the only sound in the room, he ran his fingers lightly up the side of Junho's calf, smirking slightly at the deep inhalation the action elicited. A tiny sound almost reminiscent of a mix between a whimper and a moan floated into the air from Junho when his fingers reached the bare skin of his knee, and Wooyoung's fingers slowly spread out as he flattened his hand against Junho's thigh, his own breath catching in his throat before he leaned down to press a butterfly kiss to Junho's knee, hand becoming slightly firmer on Junho's thigh as he shuffled further forward, mouthing out lyrics to all the love songs he could think of up Junho's thigh, Junho's breaths audibly catching as Wooyoung's lips neared the hem of his skirt.
Wooyoung stopped at the quietly whispered 'oppa' and caught the tail end of a pout when he looked up.
'Relax,' he whispered, moving forward again, slipping between Junho's legs, knees parting without resistance, leaning up to capture Junho's lips again, almost laughing at the fervent reciprocation, Junho's hand almost absentmindedly clutching onto Wooyoung's sleeve.
He nipped Junho's lip before kissing his way down his jaw, tongue dotting morse code odes down his neck, hand running up Junho's side as he whispered sweet nothings into his collarbones, Junho's head falling back against the pillows. Wooyoung set to work leaving a mark as his free hand started undoing the buttons on the blouse, starting from the top, unbuttoning all of them except the last couple, rising up to rest his forehead against Junho's, bumping noses lightly.
'Still okay?' he breathed, and a barely hidden chuckle sent breath skittering across his lips.
'Teach me, oppa,' Junho whispered, and Wooyoung pressed his lips to Junho's before lowering his head again, recreating Van Gogh's Starry Night across Junho's torso, tongue flicking his nipple as his hand travelled up Junho's thighs, up up up until the skirt was brushing his wrist and his fingers were skimming where leg met body.
He shifted closer again, Junho's thigh pressing solidly against his waist, mouth searching out the other nipple as his hand crept up further still.
Small noises curled from Junho's throat as Wooyoung nipped lightly, heat racing through him as his fingers continued to slide across smooth skin, combusting in a groan when his fingers brushed against what felt like lace, sitting high up on his hips.
'Fuck, Junho,' Wooyoung breathed raggedly, his eyes falling shut as he rested his forehead against Junho's chest, fire racing through his veins and his pants feeling exceedingly tight.
'Is something wrong, oppa?' There was a hint of delighted amusement in the husky voice that almost made Wooyoung mutter a string of curses under his breath.
'Lace?' he asked weakly, raising his head to look at Junho, who was biting his lip in what Wooyoung was pretty sure was an attempt to keep the smug smirk off his face.
'Would oppa like to see?' Junho inquired, smiling sweetly and tilting his head, extensions brushing bare collarbones before catching on the gaping blouse.
Junho seemed to take Wooyoung choking on his saliva as a yes and the bed bounced as he wiggled out from around Wooyoung, who collapsed on his back to stare almost incredulously at him, and settling on his knees, smiling brightly at Wooyoung over his shoulder before hitching the back of the skirt up around his hips, back arching and butt sticking out as he peered back as if trying to see it himself.
'Cute, aren't they?' he asked perkily, his head turning away as Wooyoung let out an involuntary gargle. His eyes were fixed on the white lace, transfixed by the contrast it provided even to the pale skin of the ass it clung to, buttocks neatly halved into white and off-white.
'Hvrnaflr,' Wooyoung managed, and Junho's shoulders shook with barely suppressed laughter.
'They feel quite nice too,' Junho tempted, voice low and amused.
Wooyoung's hand was shaking as he reached out until his fingers brushed the silky-rough material and a groan tore from his throat as he surged to his knees, hand moulding itself to the curve of Junho's butt as he pressed up against his back lightly, tongue reacquainting itself with the taste of Junho's neck. His other hand slid around to Junho's front, slipping under the skirt to brush lightly against the straining bulge, causing Junho to let out a whine, and Wooyoung withdrew his hand, moving it to meander across Junho's stomach instead. Junho twisted around, the bed narrating his movements as he shuffled around to face Wooyoung, slinging his arms lazily around his neck, Wooyoung's hand finding its way back to Junho's butt, fingers playing idly with the edge of the panties.
'Oppa, I have a confession to make,' Junho whispered, and Wooyoung made a noise of assent. Junho leaned forward to press his lips lightly to Wooyoung's.
'I have done this before,' he breathed against Wooyoung's lips and Wooyoung was pretty sure they wore identical grins at that. Junho drew back far enough to look Wooyoung in the eye, eyelashes fluttering and lip between his teeth coyly.
'I know lying is wrong, but-' Junho broke off with a yelp as Wooyoung brought his hand down in a sharp slap on his butt.
'Well, aren't you a naughty girl,' Wooyoung murmured, and Junho let out a breathless chuckle, head hanging back and lips curling into a grin. His tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip as he lifted his head to look at Wooyoung.
'Very,' he breathed and Wooyoung flashed him a grin before bringing his hand down again, delighting in the whimpered moan Junho made.
Junho looked at Wooyoung, eyes hooded and dark, and Wooyoung barely had a second to admire the view before Junho's lips were attached to his, the kiss hard and bruising as Junho pressed his body against his, little noises in their throats as they got some pressure for the first time, Wooyoung's hands gripping Junho's hips to pull him closer.
Junho gripped the edge of Wooyoung's shirt and tugged upwards, teeth clashing as they hastily rejoined lips after the shirt was pulled over Wooyoung's head, thrown carelessly aside, and Junho's hand slid down Wooyoung's chest.
Wooyoung broke away from Junho's lips, his mouth attaching to Junho's neck again. His hand travelled up and buried itself in the unusually long hair, his fingers twisting into it and tugging until Junho's head dropped back and he could kiss his way up the front of his neck, Adam's apple moving under his lips as Junho sucked in a gasping breath, his hands stilling briefly before continuing to undo Wooyoung's pants.
It was a flurry of hands as Junho impatiently pushed Wooyoung's pants down, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him, tongue exploring his mouth as Wooyoung struggled to kick the pants the rest of the way off- quite a feat, he thought, with Junho's subtle hip movements doing their best to distract him.
Once they were dealt with, Wooyoung's hands slid from Junho's hips to his waist, dislodging him from his crotch and flipping him onto the bed, knees falling apart as the bed bounced, Junho looking up at Wooyoung with blown pupils and parted lips shining darkly in the light.
'There's something you've got to get rid of too,' Wooyoung said hoarsely, his hands pressing against Junho's knees as he settled back on his haunches.
'Going commando, huh,' Junho commented with a small grin, chest heaving as he waited for Wooyoung to make a move.
Wooyoung shrugged. 'It's Friday,' he replied, and cut off Junho's laugh by pressing his lips to his thigh. Junho ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair, fingers clenching sporadically and impatient whines curling from his throat as Wooyoung sucked a path of pink blossoms up his thighs.
A strangled sound ripped from Junho's throat as Wooyoung's nose nudged the straining lace and Wooyoung gave a small laugh, running his lips lightly up the very inside of Junho's thighs.
'Get the lube,' Wooyoung mumbled as his fingers slid under the lace at Junho's hips, dragging the scrap of material down, releasing Junho agonisingly slowly.
'Where is it?' Junho panted, and Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
'Where it always is,' he replied and scowled slightly when Junho's knee nudged his ear reproachfully.
'Oppa, you're meant to be teaching me,' Junho chided, voice pitched higher again. Wooyoung's eyes flicked up to Junho's furiously fluttering eyelashes and ducked his head again, tongue teasing the tip of Junho's dick, causing him to emit another strangled whine.
'God, you're a dick,' Junho complained when Wooyoung did nothing more, fingers idly drawing circles on Junho's thighs.
'Lube,' Wooyoung said, and ducked when the bottle flew past his left ear. 'Well, that was unnecessary,' he muttered, leaning backwards to get it, Junho's toes running up and down his thigh.
Junho sighed and heaved himself up, arms slinging around Wooyoung's neck as Wooyoung fumbled with the bottle lid. 'How long is it gonna take, oppa?' he asked, impatience colouring his words. Wooyoung snapped the lid open and leaned forward, pushing Junho back onto the bed with his lips as he coated his fingers with lube.
'Patience is a virtue, you know,' Wooyoung told Junho smarmily and Junho opened his mouth to retort- but anything he was going to say transformed into a wordless sound as Wooyoung slid his first finger in. 'And I wasn't going to take that much longer.'
'What, and now you're just gonna stop?' Junho's snipe was strained, his blunt nails still managing to curve crescents into Wooyoung's shoulders. Wooyoung decided to forgo tje litany of snark in favour of focussing on stretching Junho out, a second finger being added soon enough, and he found his attention divided between the task at hand and the sounds Junho was making, some pained, some a bit more reminiscent of pleasure, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, hair sticking to his cheeks and glistening neck, lips parted and sucking down needy breaths.
Junho's back arched off the bed when a third finger slid in, blouse gaping, skin stretched taut across his chest, every muscles casting miniscule shadows.
Suddenly Junho swatted Wooyoung's hand away, pulling Wooyoung towards him and rolling over, and Wooyoung found himself on his back with Junho above him, hair fanning out around his head like a messy halo, starnds of hair catching the light as if they were made from sunbeams- and then Wooyoung forgot it all as Junho gripped him and slowly lowered himself onto him, his moan combining with Wooyoung's guttural groan.
'Looks like I should teach you a few things about sex,' Junho muttered, smile playing at his lips, and Wooyoun's indignant retort died in his throat when Junho started moving, hands splayed on Wooyoung's chest.
Wooyoung's hands dithered on Junho's waist, slipping between bare skin under the blouse and the coarser material of the skirt as Junho rode him, their moans and gasps for air drowning out the squeaking of the bed.
'Wooyoung-' Junho gasped out, hair falling in his face as he looked down at Wooyoung, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Wooyoung's breaths were coming in short bursts as he reached under the skirt, fumbling with the material before grasping Junho and starting to stroke, a moan slipping from between Junho's bitten lips.
Junho's fingers were reflexively tightening and digging into his chest, breathing heavy and small moans frequent, and Wooyoung greedily drank in the sight atop him, Junho's bow slipping, his hair in complete disarray, pearls of sweat beading on his forehead. Junho's eyes were shut as he rose and fell, hair swaying with the movement. Wooyoung's breath was hot in his throat, grating at the sides as he tried to fill his lungs with oxygen as the heat in his veins became unbearable, curling in the pit of his belly far sooner than he cared to admit.
The tension grew and burst and Wooyoung lost sight of Junho momentarily when he threw his head back, relief falling from his lips and it only took a few more strokes before Junho let out a shuddering moan, head back and the column of his neck glistening. Wooyoung could feel the warm stickiness on his hand and stomach, and could see it darkening the skirt, and he would have wrinkled his nose if he'd had the energy.
Junho didn't move for a little bit, just sat there on top of Wooyoung, taking in deep, exhausted breaths, his chin on his chest, hair blocking his face. A breathless chuckle and he lifted his head to give a half grin with lips still parted in an attempt to get as much air as possible back into his lungs, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Wooyoung's lips quirked in return, Junho's chest heaving with the breaths and his stomach tensing with the chuckles.
'Well, that was fun,' Junho laughed, his thighs shaking as he slowly levered himself off Wooyoung, collapsing next to him on the bed.
'Yeah, it was,' Wooyoung agreed vehemently, wiping his hand on Junho's blouse. Junho shrugged his hand off with a laugh and leaned over to give Wooyoung a kiss, tongues tangling languidly before they broke apart, Junho glancing down and collapsing on the bed with laughter.
'You've still got one sock on,' Junho snorted and Wooyoung looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes.
'Only one came off with my pants,' he said remorsefully, sighing at the ceiling.
'It hurts!' Junho gasped through his laughter, clutching at his stomach and trying not to move too much.
Wooyoung allowed a small smile as he reached over and tugged lightly at a piece of long hair, fixing Junho's bow before swiping his thumb over Junho's bottom lips.
'Best study break ever,' he decided.
--
a/n: sorry
title from buck tick
Posted via m.livejournal.com.
Pairing: Wooyoung/Junho
Rating: NC17
Description: Basically my attempt at playing bingo with jessdislikesjam's kinks, so. Gift fic for her. PWP.
Warning: Excessive use of the word oppa.
'Oppa...'
Wooyoung turned around at the put on high voice in confusion and choked on air as his eyes widened at the sight in front of him.
Junho was leaning against the door frame, body language expressing a nervous innocence belied by his dark glinting eyes.
Wooyoung's eyes travelled up and down, taking in the full picture, cataloguing every detail:
one- hair extensions curling lightly at his shoulders, small pink bow perched on top, fringe brushing-
two- long lashes fluttering off black-rimmed eyes, eyeshadow sparkling with every innocent blink, white merging with-
three- pink brushed cheeks, blushing under the examination, colour reflecting-
four- pale pink glossy lips, bottom one being bitten shyly.
five- neat pristine white collar demurely showing the merest hints of collarbone, blouse cinching in slightly at the waist, creating the illusion of curves as it flared out over-
six- green tartan pleated skirt, short enough to bare creamy thighs, an expanse of skin cut off by-
seven- knee high white socks, tiny bows adorning one side of each of them, hugging shapely calves from where they started just below the knee to where they slipped into-
eight- delicate black pumps, and Wooyoung dimly wondered where Junho had found such dainty shoes in his size.
Heat was coursing through his body as he slowly lifted his eyes to meet Junho's again, letting out a shaky breath. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but all that came out was a croak, and, dazed as he was, he caught the miniscule twitch of Junho's lips before he rearranged his expression back into an innocent one, eyes as wide as they could go.
'Oppa, I was just wondering if you could help me with some work?' Wooyoung let out a mental whimper at the unintentionally (he thought) breathy high tone.
'Can oppa help me?' Junho asked, fluttering his extra long lashes at Wooyoung, biting down on a finger he'd brought up to his mouth.
'Y-yes,' Wooyoung stuttered, his voice sounding strained to his ears.
Junho grinned widely. 'Thank you, oppa!'
Wooyoung resisted the urge to moan as Junho skipped- skipped- over, hair bouncing and skirt fluttering up just the slightest bit, short short short underneath his butt as he turned lightly and sat down on the chair next to Wooyoung's.
'So uh-' Wooyoung's voice faltered and he cleared his throat and tried again. 'What do you need help with?'
Junho's lip's pursed slightly, light reflecting off the gloss and Wooyoung was sure he was going to lose his mind as he tried not to look at the skirt riding dangerously high on strong thighs, knees primly together- although why he was trying not to look was beyond him, he just felt he shouldn't.
'Biology,' Junho replied and Wooyoung blinked in surprise. Junho didn't do biology.
'Biology,' he repeated and Junho nodded.
'I've been having trouble understanding how... uh...' Junho ducked his head as if in embarrassment, peeking up at Wooyoung from under his lashes, tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips, and his next words came out barely more than a whisper, 'the process of sexual reproduction works.'
Wooyoung choked again at that and with a quick glance down at bare thighs inches from his, knees leaning against his, his mind seemed to settle and his hesitant confusion dissipated.
He pulled up the relevant notes on his computer and started explaining the process, only half paying attention and pretty sure he was talking gibberish, but Junho widened his eyes and pursed his lips in concentration and nodded at all the right places, before parting pretty pink lips to ask a question.
'Oppa, this is approaching the act of s-sex-' a deliberate well-placed stutter caused Wooyoung to gulp. '-from a purely reproductive standpoint, right?'
Wooyoung nodded. 'Mmhmm.'
'Well, what I don't understand it... well, um.' Junho kept ducking his head shyly and twiddling his fingers and Wooyoung repressed the urge to swear.
'People don't only have sex to make babies, so why's that?'
Wooyoung choked on air again, his eyebrows shooting up because really.
'Well, uh,' he started, voice slightly strangled, 'because it feels good.'
'Feels good?' Junho tilted his head innocently and Wooyoung almost bit his tongue.
He cleared his throat and shifted sideways so he was facing Junho, sneaking a hand forward onto Junho's thigh, eliciting a short intake of breath from Junho as he glanced down at Wooyoung's hand, apprehensive shock on his face, parted lips at odds with the glint in his eyes as they met Wooyoung's.
'Yeah, it feels good. Really good,' he said and Junho bit his lip.
'I've never- feels good how?' Junho asked, eyes flickering down to Wooyoung's hand gradually moving up his thigh.
'Well,' Wooyoung started, his hand pausing in its meandering journey. 'It's not really something that can be easily explained...'
Junho let out a gasp, hand lifting to cover his mouth. 'Omo, oppa, have you-'
'Have I what?' Wooyoung asked, feigning confusion, and Junho covered his face with his hands, peeking over them at Wooyoung.
'Had sex,' he whispered, covering his face again, and Wooyoung valiantly refrained from bursting into laughter.
'I have,' he said, his thumb absently tracing circles on Junho's thighs. 'So I can tell you it's not something that can be explained, it has to be experienced.'
'I want to understand but... I've never...' Junho shifted nervously in his seat.
'Do you really want to know?' Wooyoung prompted, and Junho nodded hesitantly.
'Yes... but...' Junho chewed on his lip, shaking his hair forward into his face.
'But...?'
'Oppa, I'm scared,' Junho whispered even as he shifted, moving Wooyoung's hand further up his thigh.
'Don't be,' Wooyoung said soothingly, 'Oppa will take care of you. Would you like that?'
Junho bit his lip again. 'Yes,' he breathed, letting a hand rest over Wooyoung's on his thigh.
Even though it had been a foregone conclusion, Wooyoung still got a rush of anticipatory successful exhilaration as he leant in.
'Let oppa teach you,' he whispered, before pressing his lips to Junho's, slipping on the gloss, sticky and sweet under his tongue.
His hand slid a little higher as he pressed further forward, skirt hem brushing against his knuckles as he deepened the kiss.
Junho inhaled into the kiss, hand gripping Wooyoung's tightly, pressing it closer to his thigh, which had lifted slightly.
Junho tasted the same, Wooyoung thought, the same but with a hint of strawberry.
Junho let out a small whimper when Wooyoung pulled away, body leaning forward as if to follow, and Wooyoung gave a little snorting chuckle.
'Should we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?' he murmured, finger running along Junho's jawline, and Junho swallowed.
'Where did oppa have in mind?' he asked breathlessly, batting innocent eyelashes over dark dark eyes and Wooyoung smirked, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling back and standing up, holding out a hand to Junho.
Junho bit his lip, feigning shyness, and placed his hand in Wooyoung's, slowly rising to his feet.
Wooyoung led Junho to his bed, allowing Junho to settle himself first- he carefully toed off his little black pumps and slid onto the bed, knees together in a manner that would almost be demure were it not for the chewing on the hair and the reclining on the pillows, socks white against the covers, skirt riding high on his thighs, and Wooyoung coughed away a needy whine that threatened to rise up out of his throat.
He knelt on the bed, toeing his own shoes off in an attempt at being suave that he tried to tell himself didn't fail, despite the amused glint in Junho's eyes.
Shuffling forward on his knees, the squeaking of the bed the only sound in the room, he ran his fingers lightly up the side of Junho's calf, smirking slightly at the deep inhalation the action elicited. A tiny sound almost reminiscent of a mix between a whimper and a moan floated into the air from Junho when his fingers reached the bare skin of his knee, and Wooyoung's fingers slowly spread out as he flattened his hand against Junho's thigh, his own breath catching in his throat before he leaned down to press a butterfly kiss to Junho's knee, hand becoming slightly firmer on Junho's thigh as he shuffled further forward, mouthing out lyrics to all the love songs he could think of up Junho's thigh, Junho's breaths audibly catching as Wooyoung's lips neared the hem of his skirt.
Wooyoung stopped at the quietly whispered 'oppa' and caught the tail end of a pout when he looked up.
'Relax,' he whispered, moving forward again, slipping between Junho's legs, knees parting without resistance, leaning up to capture Junho's lips again, almost laughing at the fervent reciprocation, Junho's hand almost absentmindedly clutching onto Wooyoung's sleeve.
He nipped Junho's lip before kissing his way down his jaw, tongue dotting morse code odes down his neck, hand running up Junho's side as he whispered sweet nothings into his collarbones, Junho's head falling back against the pillows. Wooyoung set to work leaving a mark as his free hand started undoing the buttons on the blouse, starting from the top, unbuttoning all of them except the last couple, rising up to rest his forehead against Junho's, bumping noses lightly.
'Still okay?' he breathed, and a barely hidden chuckle sent breath skittering across his lips.
'Teach me, oppa,' Junho whispered, and Wooyoung pressed his lips to Junho's before lowering his head again, recreating Van Gogh's Starry Night across Junho's torso, tongue flicking his nipple as his hand travelled up Junho's thighs, up up up until the skirt was brushing his wrist and his fingers were skimming where leg met body.
He shifted closer again, Junho's thigh pressing solidly against his waist, mouth searching out the other nipple as his hand crept up further still.
Small noises curled from Junho's throat as Wooyoung nipped lightly, heat racing through him as his fingers continued to slide across smooth skin, combusting in a groan when his fingers brushed against what felt like lace, sitting high up on his hips.
'Fuck, Junho,' Wooyoung breathed raggedly, his eyes falling shut as he rested his forehead against Junho's chest, fire racing through his veins and his pants feeling exceedingly tight.
'Is something wrong, oppa?' There was a hint of delighted amusement in the husky voice that almost made Wooyoung mutter a string of curses under his breath.
'Lace?' he asked weakly, raising his head to look at Junho, who was biting his lip in what Wooyoung was pretty sure was an attempt to keep the smug smirk off his face.
'Would oppa like to see?' Junho inquired, smiling sweetly and tilting his head, extensions brushing bare collarbones before catching on the gaping blouse.
Junho seemed to take Wooyoung choking on his saliva as a yes and the bed bounced as he wiggled out from around Wooyoung, who collapsed on his back to stare almost incredulously at him, and settling on his knees, smiling brightly at Wooyoung over his shoulder before hitching the back of the skirt up around his hips, back arching and butt sticking out as he peered back as if trying to see it himself.
'Cute, aren't they?' he asked perkily, his head turning away as Wooyoung let out an involuntary gargle. His eyes were fixed on the white lace, transfixed by the contrast it provided even to the pale skin of the ass it clung to, buttocks neatly halved into white and off-white.
'Hvrnaflr,' Wooyoung managed, and Junho's shoulders shook with barely suppressed laughter.
'They feel quite nice too,' Junho tempted, voice low and amused.
Wooyoung's hand was shaking as he reached out until his fingers brushed the silky-rough material and a groan tore from his throat as he surged to his knees, hand moulding itself to the curve of Junho's butt as he pressed up against his back lightly, tongue reacquainting itself with the taste of Junho's neck. His other hand slid around to Junho's front, slipping under the skirt to brush lightly against the straining bulge, causing Junho to let out a whine, and Wooyoung withdrew his hand, moving it to meander across Junho's stomach instead. Junho twisted around, the bed narrating his movements as he shuffled around to face Wooyoung, slinging his arms lazily around his neck, Wooyoung's hand finding its way back to Junho's butt, fingers playing idly with the edge of the panties.
'Oppa, I have a confession to make,' Junho whispered, and Wooyoung made a noise of assent. Junho leaned forward to press his lips lightly to Wooyoung's.
'I have done this before,' he breathed against Wooyoung's lips and Wooyoung was pretty sure they wore identical grins at that. Junho drew back far enough to look Wooyoung in the eye, eyelashes fluttering and lip between his teeth coyly.
'I know lying is wrong, but-' Junho broke off with a yelp as Wooyoung brought his hand down in a sharp slap on his butt.
'Well, aren't you a naughty girl,' Wooyoung murmured, and Junho let out a breathless chuckle, head hanging back and lips curling into a grin. His tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip as he lifted his head to look at Wooyoung.
'Very,' he breathed and Wooyoung flashed him a grin before bringing his hand down again, delighting in the whimpered moan Junho made.
Junho looked at Wooyoung, eyes hooded and dark, and Wooyoung barely had a second to admire the view before Junho's lips were attached to his, the kiss hard and bruising as Junho pressed his body against his, little noises in their throats as they got some pressure for the first time, Wooyoung's hands gripping Junho's hips to pull him closer.
Junho gripped the edge of Wooyoung's shirt and tugged upwards, teeth clashing as they hastily rejoined lips after the shirt was pulled over Wooyoung's head, thrown carelessly aside, and Junho's hand slid down Wooyoung's chest.
Wooyoung broke away from Junho's lips, his mouth attaching to Junho's neck again. His hand travelled up and buried itself in the unusually long hair, his fingers twisting into it and tugging until Junho's head dropped back and he could kiss his way up the front of his neck, Adam's apple moving under his lips as Junho sucked in a gasping breath, his hands stilling briefly before continuing to undo Wooyoung's pants.
It was a flurry of hands as Junho impatiently pushed Wooyoung's pants down, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him, tongue exploring his mouth as Wooyoung struggled to kick the pants the rest of the way off- quite a feat, he thought, with Junho's subtle hip movements doing their best to distract him.
Once they were dealt with, Wooyoung's hands slid from Junho's hips to his waist, dislodging him from his crotch and flipping him onto the bed, knees falling apart as the bed bounced, Junho looking up at Wooyoung with blown pupils and parted lips shining darkly in the light.
'There's something you've got to get rid of too,' Wooyoung said hoarsely, his hands pressing against Junho's knees as he settled back on his haunches.
'Going commando, huh,' Junho commented with a small grin, chest heaving as he waited for Wooyoung to make a move.
Wooyoung shrugged. 'It's Friday,' he replied, and cut off Junho's laugh by pressing his lips to his thigh. Junho ran his fingers through Wooyoung's hair, fingers clenching sporadically and impatient whines curling from his throat as Wooyoung sucked a path of pink blossoms up his thighs.
A strangled sound ripped from Junho's throat as Wooyoung's nose nudged the straining lace and Wooyoung gave a small laugh, running his lips lightly up the very inside of Junho's thighs.
'Get the lube,' Wooyoung mumbled as his fingers slid under the lace at Junho's hips, dragging the scrap of material down, releasing Junho agonisingly slowly.
'Where is it?' Junho panted, and Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
'Where it always is,' he replied and scowled slightly when Junho's knee nudged his ear reproachfully.
'Oppa, you're meant to be teaching me,' Junho chided, voice pitched higher again. Wooyoung's eyes flicked up to Junho's furiously fluttering eyelashes and ducked his head again, tongue teasing the tip of Junho's dick, causing him to emit another strangled whine.
'God, you're a dick,' Junho complained when Wooyoung did nothing more, fingers idly drawing circles on Junho's thighs.
'Lube,' Wooyoung said, and ducked when the bottle flew past his left ear. 'Well, that was unnecessary,' he muttered, leaning backwards to get it, Junho's toes running up and down his thigh.
Junho sighed and heaved himself up, arms slinging around Wooyoung's neck as Wooyoung fumbled with the bottle lid. 'How long is it gonna take, oppa?' he asked, impatience colouring his words. Wooyoung snapped the lid open and leaned forward, pushing Junho back onto the bed with his lips as he coated his fingers with lube.
'Patience is a virtue, you know,' Wooyoung told Junho smarmily and Junho opened his mouth to retort- but anything he was going to say transformed into a wordless sound as Wooyoung slid his first finger in. 'And I wasn't going to take that much longer.'
'What, and now you're just gonna stop?' Junho's snipe was strained, his blunt nails still managing to curve crescents into Wooyoung's shoulders. Wooyoung decided to forgo tje litany of snark in favour of focussing on stretching Junho out, a second finger being added soon enough, and he found his attention divided between the task at hand and the sounds Junho was making, some pained, some a bit more reminiscent of pleasure, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, hair sticking to his cheeks and glistening neck, lips parted and sucking down needy breaths.
Junho's back arched off the bed when a third finger slid in, blouse gaping, skin stretched taut across his chest, every muscles casting miniscule shadows.
Suddenly Junho swatted Wooyoung's hand away, pulling Wooyoung towards him and rolling over, and Wooyoung found himself on his back with Junho above him, hair fanning out around his head like a messy halo, starnds of hair catching the light as if they were made from sunbeams- and then Wooyoung forgot it all as Junho gripped him and slowly lowered himself onto him, his moan combining with Wooyoung's guttural groan.
'Looks like I should teach you a few things about sex,' Junho muttered, smile playing at his lips, and Wooyoun's indignant retort died in his throat when Junho started moving, hands splayed on Wooyoung's chest.
Wooyoung's hands dithered on Junho's waist, slipping between bare skin under the blouse and the coarser material of the skirt as Junho rode him, their moans and gasps for air drowning out the squeaking of the bed.
'Wooyoung-' Junho gasped out, hair falling in his face as he looked down at Wooyoung, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Wooyoung's breaths were coming in short bursts as he reached under the skirt, fumbling with the material before grasping Junho and starting to stroke, a moan slipping from between Junho's bitten lips.
Junho's fingers were reflexively tightening and digging into his chest, breathing heavy and small moans frequent, and Wooyoung greedily drank in the sight atop him, Junho's bow slipping, his hair in complete disarray, pearls of sweat beading on his forehead. Junho's eyes were shut as he rose and fell, hair swaying with the movement. Wooyoung's breath was hot in his throat, grating at the sides as he tried to fill his lungs with oxygen as the heat in his veins became unbearable, curling in the pit of his belly far sooner than he cared to admit.
The tension grew and burst and Wooyoung lost sight of Junho momentarily when he threw his head back, relief falling from his lips and it only took a few more strokes before Junho let out a shuddering moan, head back and the column of his neck glistening. Wooyoung could feel the warm stickiness on his hand and stomach, and could see it darkening the skirt, and he would have wrinkled his nose if he'd had the energy.
Junho didn't move for a little bit, just sat there on top of Wooyoung, taking in deep, exhausted breaths, his chin on his chest, hair blocking his face. A breathless chuckle and he lifted his head to give a half grin with lips still parted in an attempt to get as much air as possible back into his lungs, tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Wooyoung's lips quirked in return, Junho's chest heaving with the breaths and his stomach tensing with the chuckles.
'Well, that was fun,' Junho laughed, his thighs shaking as he slowly levered himself off Wooyoung, collapsing next to him on the bed.
'Yeah, it was,' Wooyoung agreed vehemently, wiping his hand on Junho's blouse. Junho shrugged his hand off with a laugh and leaned over to give Wooyoung a kiss, tongues tangling languidly before they broke apart, Junho glancing down and collapsing on the bed with laughter.
'You've still got one sock on,' Junho snorted and Wooyoung looked down at his feet, wiggling his toes.
'Only one came off with my pants,' he said remorsefully, sighing at the ceiling.
'It hurts!' Junho gasped through his laughter, clutching at his stomach and trying not to move too much.
Wooyoung allowed a small smile as he reached over and tugged lightly at a piece of long hair, fixing Junho's bow before swiping his thumb over Junho's bottom lips.
'Best study break ever,' he decided.
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a/n: sorry
title from buck tick
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