tilt & whirl (open challenge: spin)
Title: tilt & whirl
Author: ereluna
Word-count: 200
Rating: R (NSFW)
Concrit? Yes
Summary: Yoochun always has to be antagonized into action.
...
Yoochun always has to be antagonized into action, Jaejoong finds, his fingers wrapped in belt loops, his hips sliding in a slow grind over the hardened cock trapped in the confines of Yoochun's faded jeans.
Up. Down. Forward. Back.
Repeat.
There's a tug, a groan and white-knuckles gripping his hips, taking control of the rhythm, deepening the contact. A glance reveals Yoochun's eyes; dark with intent, strangled sounds escaping between heavy breaths as Jaejoong's hands sneak up his shirt before dipping to catch his fingernails on slim hipbones, leaving pink irritated skin marked in straight white lines.
His tongue tangles itself in Yoochun's; a hard kiss that turns into something dark and dirty, drowning him in the taste of coffee, cigarettes and cinnamon. Jaejoong pulls back, biting the soft skin beneath Yoochun's ear and whispering; voice low, heavy, wanting.
"You know what I want."
The room tilts sideways; spins as Yoochun throws him down, his back meeting with the mattress so hard it sends tremors up his spine.
Jaejoong smiles, biting his lip.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me,
So... throw me down,
tie me up and show me that you like me.
Author: ereluna
Word-count: 200
Rating: R (NSFW)
Concrit? Yes
Summary: Yoochun always has to be antagonized into action.
...
Yoochun always has to be antagonized into action, Jaejoong finds, his fingers wrapped in belt loops, his hips sliding in a slow grind over the hardened cock trapped in the confines of Yoochun's faded jeans.
Up. Down. Forward. Back.
Repeat.
There's a tug, a groan and white-knuckles gripping his hips, taking control of the rhythm, deepening the contact. A glance reveals Yoochun's eyes; dark with intent, strangled sounds escaping between heavy breaths as Jaejoong's hands sneak up his shirt before dipping to catch his fingernails on slim hipbones, leaving pink irritated skin marked in straight white lines.
His tongue tangles itself in Yoochun's; a hard kiss that turns into something dark and dirty, drowning him in the taste of coffee, cigarettes and cinnamon. Jaejoong pulls back, biting the soft skin beneath Yoochun's ear and whispering; voice low, heavy, wanting.
"You know what I want."
The room tilts sideways; spins as Yoochun throws him down, his back meeting with the mattress so hard it sends tremors up his spine.
Jaejoong smiles, biting his lip.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me,
So... throw me down,
tie me up and show me that you like me.