A Little Too Much of Drinking
Title : A Little Too Much of Drinking
Pairings: Yunjae
Genre: Romance, Humour
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Summary: None. It's a pwp.
Disclaimers: Not mine.
A Little Too Much of Drinking
He was not quite sure how did he end up in a situation like this, but he was not complaining.
So, he was in the back alley of some random night club, with his back firmly pressed against some random cold wall and his chest snugly pressed against some not so random warm body - and he had absolutely no idea how and why he was here.
Was he drunk? Maybe, he was not denying.
But… Yes, there was a but. But, he was still sober enough to recognise the person who was pressing against him and sucking on his neck like there was no tomorrow. And he was definitely still sober enough to enjoy those sensations - the warmth, the wetness, the minor pain and the major pleasure that came along with the sucking. It had felt good, like giddily good. Then again, perhaps the giddy part was simply because of he was drunk.
“Tell me…”
It was a little hard to think when there was a hand rampaging freely on his back and another hand tracing invisible patterns on his toned chest, but he still managed. And he thought that he was good at multitasking - namely enjoying the sensations and thinking very hard at the same time.
“Do you want me to suck you off?”
He heard the seductive voice again, knowing that this time the person was asking him a question. For him, the voice was so familiar yet strangely new - familiar in a sense that he heard this voice almost every day, new in a sense that the oh-so-familiar voice was never this deep and husky. Vaguely, he met the pair of wide doe eyes which were staring intensely at him, and he knew that the person was waiting for an answer.
“S-suk… mee… o-ouf…?”
Not a very intelligent reply, but at least he tried.
“Okay, shut up.”
He did as he was told. Somehow, he found it a little hard to think, even harder to talk when he had too much alcohol in his system. His brain and tongue decided to throw a strike on him, so did the rest of his body. Well, at least his nerves did not betray him… yet. He could still feel the velvety warmth that engulfed his member in whole and the ticklish sensation whenever those hands wandered on his body as if it was their property.
Now, when exactly did he lose his pants? But… it did not matter, really. Especially not when he could feel a tongue placed flat on the underside of his cock, feel some teeth scraping on his overly sensitized skin, feel a hand squeezing his balls gently and feel another hand pressing on his perineum insistently - it did not matter, really. It never would, not when the pleasure was so intense.
“Does this feel good, hmm?”
A hum, oh god a hum! Now, that had felt good. The soft but oh-so-pleasurable vibration that travelled from the hot, wet mouth to his hot, throbbing cock up to his hot, shivering spine - it had felt so damn good, and of course, hot. The person kneeling in front of him certainly knew what he was doing and from what he had felt for the past few minutes, the person was pretty damn good at it as well.
“Do you want more?”
Again he heard the voice that sounded like liquid sex which effortlessly melted him even more than he was already. His knees suddenly felt weak, too weak to stand in fact, but a pair of strong hands was placed on them immediately, holding him up with not much difficulty. So… what was the question again?
“Now, now… you have to stand still if you want me to continue sucking.”
Seriously, it was so hard to think when he consumed this much of alcohol. And it was even harder to think when the talking mouth suddenly stopped talking and got back to place and started to suck. The familiar warmth dipped into his tiny slit without any consent and that alone made him moaned in a lewd manner.
He was being so very loud, way too loud actually, for a manly guy like him. The moans that were mercilessly ripped from his throat reverberated in the dark alley but he seriously could care less. Vocalisation was already a must for him now because warm, calloused fingers were snugly wrapped around his shaft and they rhythmically moved up and down along his straining member, sending jolts of unending pleasure up his spine and back down to his groin. He had to moan, he simply had to because it had felt so damn good.
“You haven’t answered my question. Do you want more?”
The warmth left him far too soon for his liking but he thought he could understand why. The person was waiting for his answer, or so he guessed. But he did speak out his mind anyway.
“W-wan… mor…”
“Magic word?”
Okay, this was hard. Magic word, magic word… What could it be? Damn it, he simply could not think properly when the warmth engulfed his cock yet again and those talented hands went back to his upper body, pinching one nipple and rubbing the other, totally not being gentle in those actions. Not that he was complaining though, he had always preferred it rough. Back to the magic word, he was so lucky that he had a talent in multitasking.
“P-Ple…ase…”
As soon as he spoke, the deep suction changed from slow and languid to fast and vigorous all within a second, and he simply could not restrain himself from bucking his hips wildly at that. The wet tongue lapped at his cock, teasing every dips of his member, trailing down to his balls once in a while and back up to dip into his slit, repeatedly. Hands were no longer teasing his body but they went to grip his lean hips and he could vaguely felt the tingling pain which was caused by those blunt fingernails digging into his soft skin - it simply served to heighten the already heaving pleasure.
He had definitely got the magic word right.
“I… cum…ing…”
He was close, he could feel it clearly thus the warning he gave to the other person. The pleasurable heat that coiled at his lower belly threatened to burst any minute soon and that was so clearly felt by him. He could not do a thing except to moan and to tighten his grip on the silky jet black hair, his mind totally shut down on him at the promise of an intense orgasm. He was so very, very close.
“Cum.”
The mouth left his cock after one long, wet slide just to whisper this to him, the voice soft and seductive but none the less demanding. And as if that was all he had waited for, he came right there and then, his brown eyes squeezing shut and his lean frame shuddering violently due to the immense pleasure that burst through every single nerve end of his body. It was definitely not the most intense orgasm he had gotten before - seeing that it was just a blow job - but it was actually pretty damn close.
Slumping tiredly against the wall, his foggy mind finally cleared up a little as he slowly caught up with what exactly had happened just now. Gently, he reached down and cupped the pale but blushing cheek of the other person with his large palm, his thumb slowly wiping away the dripping saliva and cooling semen that clung on the alabaster skin.
“H-How long… you want… do this?”
“Years.”
A very simple answer, but it did make an impact on him. Another smaller hand entwined with his after that, and he swore that he could feel a tiny hint of sadness there. However, the barely there sadness was quickly hidden away at the next sentence - the voice turned to plain cheeky and naughty in a matter of seconds.
“I never knew you’re this loud in sex. You’re even louder than me.”
“You’re the o-one… to talk…”
Being a little embarrassed by the spoken fact, he retorted with not much venom, as he could not be venomous to the person who gave him an orgasm like that. He was a person with a lot of gratitude after all. And now that he thought of it, he realised that he had zero idea how loud the other person was in bed.
“Wanna find out?”
The suggestive question was asked immediately right after he thought about it, as if the person could read his mind.
“You spoke it out loud.”
Oh… okay.
“So, wanna find out?”
Again the same question was asked, and he nodded with no hesitation this time around. He was so going to show the other person what he was capable of when he was sober.
“Just you wait, Jaejoong. Just you wait.”
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A/N: I bring you smut! =D Sequel, anyone?
Pairings: Yunjae
Genre: Romance, Humour
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Summary: None. It's a pwp.
Disclaimers: Not mine.
A Little Too Much of Drinking
He was not quite sure how did he end up in a situation like this, but he was not complaining.
So, he was in the back alley of some random night club, with his back firmly pressed against some random cold wall and his chest snugly pressed against some not so random warm body - and he had absolutely no idea how and why he was here.
Was he drunk? Maybe, he was not denying.
But… Yes, there was a but. But, he was still sober enough to recognise the person who was pressing against him and sucking on his neck like there was no tomorrow. And he was definitely still sober enough to enjoy those sensations - the warmth, the wetness, the minor pain and the major pleasure that came along with the sucking. It had felt good, like giddily good. Then again, perhaps the giddy part was simply because of he was drunk.
“Tell me…”
It was a little hard to think when there was a hand rampaging freely on his back and another hand tracing invisible patterns on his toned chest, but he still managed. And he thought that he was good at multitasking - namely enjoying the sensations and thinking very hard at the same time.
“Do you want me to suck you off?”
He heard the seductive voice again, knowing that this time the person was asking him a question. For him, the voice was so familiar yet strangely new - familiar in a sense that he heard this voice almost every day, new in a sense that the oh-so-familiar voice was never this deep and husky. Vaguely, he met the pair of wide doe eyes which were staring intensely at him, and he knew that the person was waiting for an answer.
“S-suk… mee… o-ouf…?”
Not a very intelligent reply, but at least he tried.
“Okay, shut up.”
He did as he was told. Somehow, he found it a little hard to think, even harder to talk when he had too much alcohol in his system. His brain and tongue decided to throw a strike on him, so did the rest of his body. Well, at least his nerves did not betray him… yet. He could still feel the velvety warmth that engulfed his member in whole and the ticklish sensation whenever those hands wandered on his body as if it was their property.
Now, when exactly did he lose his pants? But… it did not matter, really. Especially not when he could feel a tongue placed flat on the underside of his cock, feel some teeth scraping on his overly sensitized skin, feel a hand squeezing his balls gently and feel another hand pressing on his perineum insistently - it did not matter, really. It never would, not when the pleasure was so intense.
“Does this feel good, hmm?”
A hum, oh god a hum! Now, that had felt good. The soft but oh-so-pleasurable vibration that travelled from the hot, wet mouth to his hot, throbbing cock up to his hot, shivering spine - it had felt so damn good, and of course, hot. The person kneeling in front of him certainly knew what he was doing and from what he had felt for the past few minutes, the person was pretty damn good at it as well.
“Do you want more?”
Again he heard the voice that sounded like liquid sex which effortlessly melted him even more than he was already. His knees suddenly felt weak, too weak to stand in fact, but a pair of strong hands was placed on them immediately, holding him up with not much difficulty. So… what was the question again?
“Now, now… you have to stand still if you want me to continue sucking.”
Seriously, it was so hard to think when he consumed this much of alcohol. And it was even harder to think when the talking mouth suddenly stopped talking and got back to place and started to suck. The familiar warmth dipped into his tiny slit without any consent and that alone made him moaned in a lewd manner.
He was being so very loud, way too loud actually, for a manly guy like him. The moans that were mercilessly ripped from his throat reverberated in the dark alley but he seriously could care less. Vocalisation was already a must for him now because warm, calloused fingers were snugly wrapped around his shaft and they rhythmically moved up and down along his straining member, sending jolts of unending pleasure up his spine and back down to his groin. He had to moan, he simply had to because it had felt so damn good.
“You haven’t answered my question. Do you want more?”
The warmth left him far too soon for his liking but he thought he could understand why. The person was waiting for his answer, or so he guessed. But he did speak out his mind anyway.
“W-wan… mor…”
“Magic word?”
Okay, this was hard. Magic word, magic word… What could it be? Damn it, he simply could not think properly when the warmth engulfed his cock yet again and those talented hands went back to his upper body, pinching one nipple and rubbing the other, totally not being gentle in those actions. Not that he was complaining though, he had always preferred it rough. Back to the magic word, he was so lucky that he had a talent in multitasking.
“P-Ple…ase…”
As soon as he spoke, the deep suction changed from slow and languid to fast and vigorous all within a second, and he simply could not restrain himself from bucking his hips wildly at that. The wet tongue lapped at his cock, teasing every dips of his member, trailing down to his balls once in a while and back up to dip into his slit, repeatedly. Hands were no longer teasing his body but they went to grip his lean hips and he could vaguely felt the tingling pain which was caused by those blunt fingernails digging into his soft skin - it simply served to heighten the already heaving pleasure.
He had definitely got the magic word right.
“I… cum…ing…”
He was close, he could feel it clearly thus the warning he gave to the other person. The pleasurable heat that coiled at his lower belly threatened to burst any minute soon and that was so clearly felt by him. He could not do a thing except to moan and to tighten his grip on the silky jet black hair, his mind totally shut down on him at the promise of an intense orgasm. He was so very, very close.
“Cum.”
The mouth left his cock after one long, wet slide just to whisper this to him, the voice soft and seductive but none the less demanding. And as if that was all he had waited for, he came right there and then, his brown eyes squeezing shut and his lean frame shuddering violently due to the immense pleasure that burst through every single nerve end of his body. It was definitely not the most intense orgasm he had gotten before - seeing that it was just a blow job - but it was actually pretty damn close.
Slumping tiredly against the wall, his foggy mind finally cleared up a little as he slowly caught up with what exactly had happened just now. Gently, he reached down and cupped the pale but blushing cheek of the other person with his large palm, his thumb slowly wiping away the dripping saliva and cooling semen that clung on the alabaster skin.
“H-How long… you want… do this?”
“Years.”
A very simple answer, but it did make an impact on him. Another smaller hand entwined with his after that, and he swore that he could feel a tiny hint of sadness there. However, the barely there sadness was quickly hidden away at the next sentence - the voice turned to plain cheeky and naughty in a matter of seconds.
“I never knew you’re this loud in sex. You’re even louder than me.”
“You’re the o-one… to talk…”
Being a little embarrassed by the spoken fact, he retorted with not much venom, as he could not be venomous to the person who gave him an orgasm like that. He was a person with a lot of gratitude after all. And now that he thought of it, he realised that he had zero idea how loud the other person was in bed.
“Wanna find out?”
The suggestive question was asked immediately right after he thought about it, as if the person could read his mind.
“You spoke it out loud.”
Oh… okay.
“So, wanna find out?”
Again the same question was asked, and he nodded with no hesitation this time around. He was so going to show the other person what he was capable of when he was sober.
“Just you wait, Jaejoong. Just you wait.”
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A/N: I bring you smut! =D Sequel, anyone?