Drabble -The trouble with love is..
Drabble -The trouble with love is..
Wooyoung/Nichkhun, ~385 wc, r
Nichkhun didn't know when or how they got into this tangled mess when he has sworn to himself never never, it will never happen again.
A/N. Unbetaed ;A;
Nichkhun didn't know when or how they got into this tangled mess when he has sworn to himself never never, it will never happen again , but the demanding tongue twisting inside his mouth strips him dry of logic and he knew only to respond.
His skin burns, heat overlapping desire brewing in lust and cravings, tension building teetering threatening. Addicting.
He's naked under the cover, breathless, broken, deprived and yet he urges Wooyoung to take more of him, depletes him to the very last ounce of will, of sex, of drive, of sanity and just swallows him whole into the twisted wayward symphony Wooyoung was creating with him.
" I can't leave him, Khunnie. He'd die without me."
" So, my sin was that I'd live?"
Nails dug into skin and Nichkhun wants more. He want it to hurt. He want Wooyoung to shred him to pieces, sear his body to half till everything turned black, or white, or that cascade of rainbows exploding vibrantly and alive and LOUD.
It was never predictable with Wooyoung.
" You're here, again, because you can't live without me?"
" I'm sorry, hyung. I'm shameless I know."
Nichkhun reaches up and grasps a handfull of darkbrown hair, pulling it down to tame the face, the wild lips attached. Those cursed lips which venom strong enough to bind and blind him, to kill and revive him with a single kiss. Wooyoung grunts of pain and protest and retaliate by thrusting harder and Nichkhun learns it's a battle he cannot win.
Climax swept like a hurricane, and Nichkhun can't remember his own name.
" I'm sorry. I'm the worst. " Slurs a husky voice as wet lips presses on Nichkhun's heated ears. It's apologetic tone, the pain lacing within each words had once shook him with tearful heartbreak before it became empty and meaningless.
He's naked under the cover. Breathless, broken and deprived. Conquered, and not giving a single damn.
Wooyoung/Nichkhun, ~385 wc, r
Nichkhun didn't know when or how they got into this tangled mess when he has sworn to himself never never, it will never happen again.
A/N. Unbetaed ;A;
Nichkhun didn't know when or how they got into this tangled mess when he has sworn to himself never never, it will never happen again , but the demanding tongue twisting inside his mouth strips him dry of logic and he knew only to respond.
His skin burns, heat overlapping desire brewing in lust and cravings, tension building teetering threatening. Addicting.
He's naked under the cover, breathless, broken, deprived and yet he urges Wooyoung to take more of him, depletes him to the very last ounce of will, of sex, of drive, of sanity and just swallows him whole into the twisted wayward symphony Wooyoung was creating with him.
" I can't leave him, Khunnie. He'd die without me."
" So, my sin was that I'd live?"
Nails dug into skin and Nichkhun wants more. He want it to hurt. He want Wooyoung to shred him to pieces, sear his body to half till everything turned black, or white, or that cascade of rainbows exploding vibrantly and alive and LOUD.
It was never predictable with Wooyoung.
" You're here, again, because you can't live without me?"
" I'm sorry, hyung. I'm shameless I know."
Nichkhun reaches up and grasps a handfull of darkbrown hair, pulling it down to tame the face, the wild lips attached. Those cursed lips which venom strong enough to bind and blind him, to kill and revive him with a single kiss. Wooyoung grunts of pain and protest and retaliate by thrusting harder and Nichkhun learns it's a battle he cannot win.
Climax swept like a hurricane, and Nichkhun can't remember his own name.
" I'm sorry. I'm the worst. " Slurs a husky voice as wet lips presses on Nichkhun's heated ears. It's apologetic tone, the pain lacing within each words had once shook him with tearful heartbreak before it became empty and meaningless.
He's naked under the cover. Breathless, broken and deprived. Conquered, and not giving a single damn.