The Innocence Of Desire (G-Dragon/Jinu)
Title: The Innocence Of Desire
Pairing: G-Dragon/Jinu (and Taiji/YG)
Rating: Very NC-17
Warnings: GD's fifteen-ish.
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Jinu keeps touching Ji Yong. He pushes him around and tickles his neck and plays with his hair and it used to be really annoying until Ji Yong's dick decided otherwise. Now it's just really embarrassing. And annoying in whole new ways that make his stomach clench and his spine tingle. So he lies in bed at night and humps his own hand, confused, fragmented fantasies running through his mind. He imagines kissing Jinu and rubbing up against him, tries to picture whatever comes after that until his hand is a blur and he has to bite down on the other one to stifle the high-pitched, breathless moans escaping his throat.
It doesn't take long for him to figure out that Perry won't notice (or, more likely, will look the other way) if one or two of the DVDs on the bottom shelf of his large collection disappear every time Ji Yong visits him. He creeps down to the living room when his parents are asleep and watches them with the sound so low he has to sit right in front of the television to hear anything. The fantasies aren't so vague after that - Jinu's soft, warm lips wrapped around his cock, Jinu's chest pressed against his back and his teeth leaving red marks on the nape of his neck.
His mind keeps him awake, sometimes, even when he feels warm and drowsy and satisfied. He wonders if he should be thinking about girls instead. But he remembers a few nights spent watching movies in YG's apartment when he was thirteen, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and glancing at Taiji and YG's intertwined fingers out of the corner of his eye, and he can't bring himself to feel bad about something that feels so right. The towel draped over the electronic keyboard on his desk says "Why Be Normal?", after all.
Pairing: G-Dragon/Jinu (and Taiji/YG)
Rating: Very NC-17
Warnings: GD's fifteen-ish.
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Jinu keeps touching Ji Yong. He pushes him around and tickles his neck and plays with his hair and it used to be really annoying until Ji Yong's dick decided otherwise. Now it's just really embarrassing. And annoying in whole new ways that make his stomach clench and his spine tingle. So he lies in bed at night and humps his own hand, confused, fragmented fantasies running through his mind. He imagines kissing Jinu and rubbing up against him, tries to picture whatever comes after that until his hand is a blur and he has to bite down on the other one to stifle the high-pitched, breathless moans escaping his throat.
It doesn't take long for him to figure out that Perry won't notice (or, more likely, will look the other way) if one or two of the DVDs on the bottom shelf of his large collection disappear every time Ji Yong visits him. He creeps down to the living room when his parents are asleep and watches them with the sound so low he has to sit right in front of the television to hear anything. The fantasies aren't so vague after that - Jinu's soft, warm lips wrapped around his cock, Jinu's chest pressed against his back and his teeth leaving red marks on the nape of his neck.
His mind keeps him awake, sometimes, even when he feels warm and drowsy and satisfied. He wonders if he should be thinking about girls instead. But he remembers a few nights spent watching movies in YG's apartment when he was thirteen, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and glancing at Taiji and YG's intertwined fingers out of the corner of his eye, and he can't bring himself to feel bad about something that feels so right. The towel draped over the electronic keyboard on his desk says "Why Be Normal?", after all.