[Fic] No Title (GDYB)
Title: ---
Author: dn_Soir
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: GDYB
Genre: Happy, plot-less sex
Warning: Uhm. Age? I’m not sure. Maybe like...a few years ago? Debut? And Girly!YB! WHAT?! Yes, GD is the boy here, OMGNOWAY. Lol. I actually ended up cutting a lot of weird filler crap. Those can be the starters of other PWPs.
I wanted to give
patra86 some goodness. Don’t starve! Eeeeaaaatttt~ YOUR THANKSGIVING GIFT! <3 <3 <3
Extra comments: Are YB’s hips really narrow? Hmmmmmmmmm….
Extra Extra Comments: DUDE. Those Cheese Puff things, that are like…artificial cheese covered air? OMG, so good. <3
Extra Extra Extra Comments: I’m always in a quandary as to whether I should refer to the BB peeps as “boys” or “men.” Obviously I can’t go back and forth in the same story unless there’s a time jump. But when I write one, it just seems as awkward as writing the other. Am I the only one that feels this way? I settled for “boy” in this one, because it’s kinda pre-debut-ish. I think.
Extra Extra Extra Extra Comments: Okay, so they’re both equally manly, maybe. Yeay for BFF Experimentation! :DYeah, it’s totally equal. I took out a lot of the girly!YB-ness. That can be for later stories. <3
Extra Extra Extra Extra Extra Comments: Am I the only one who laughs while writing explicit content like this? Oh, and I gave up on titles long ago. I usually make them too long and people complain, soooo, no titles. :)
This is 199% dedicated to
patra86 , whether she likes it or not.
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When Youngbae’s back meets the wall, it’s not really a pretty thing, especially since the wall shakes and the picture of Mr. Yang Hyunsuk falls face-forward on the ground. Except it is, because Jiyong’s hands are running down Youngbae’s sides, and there is gasping and moaning, particularly when Jiyong’s mouth decides that “Hey, Youngbae’s neck looks pretty delicious.” And then there is a lot of tongue.
Going from the living room to either Youngbae’s or Jiyong’s room is out of the question, so Jiyong settles for leading the slightly shorter boy to the couch, which is a satisfying three feet away. But even that proves to be to difficult, because the couch is too narrow, so they start off on the couch for about three minutes of tongue and licking and touching before Youngbae’s back makes contact with the floor, Jiyong’s weight (or lack thereof) falling on top. The blow to Youngbae’s head leaves him in darkness for awhile-although the room is dark already anyways-and when he comes to, it’s to Jiyong’s tongue in his mouth and Jiyong’s hands on his chest, definitely not beneath Youngbae’s shirt. Youngbae growls.
Jiyong doesn’t bother waiting for any form of excuse; instead, he immediately drops his hips fully onto Youngbae’s, meshing their lower bodies together in such an intimate manner that Youngbae can’t help but gasp at the pleasurable contact. Jiyong’s forearms support his upper weight, his hands spread out on the wooden floor, his lower stomach just barely touching Youngbae’s. Jiyong rolls his hips into Youngbae’s, his movement forcing Youngbae’s shirt to ride up and expose a thin expanse of toned, tanned skin. He repeats the movement again, slowly, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted to breath in and out with each rotation of his lower body. Youngbae whimpers, hands clutching at the fabric of his Jiyong’s shirt while he parts his thighs to help the boy above him touch him with oh so much more ease.
Jiyong opens his eyes a sliver to gaze at the boy beneath him. He already knows what he will see-this isn’t the first time Jiyong has convinced Youngbae not to run in the morning-but the image is no less erotic then the first time he’d seen it, a little over a year ago, back before Big Bang had even been a thought. Youngbae's hair, sprawled out around his face, makes a gorgeous contrast between the darkness of his fluffy black hair and the light caramel color of the floor. Jiyong’s tongue touches the corner of his own mouth as he leans down, arms still propping him above Youngbae to keep from suffocating him. Youngbae’s mouth is open only marginally, and that turns Jiyong on even more. But the real clincher is when Youngbae’s tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, just as his eyes flicker open to catch Jiyong’s gaze.
There’s no way that is not a message from Youngbae. Jiyong rubs his hips against Youngbae’s until his hips are exactly against his and Jiyong lowers his head. He looks at Youngbae’s expectant lips but he moves to the side to suck on the older boy’s ear, tongue sliding over the lobe and down his neck again. Jiyong entwines his fingers with Youngbae’s and slides them up against the wood floor, above his head. In doing so, it stretches Youngbae’s shirt, pulling it up and causing it to twist around his muscular frame. Jiyong bites Youngbae’s ear playfully, tugging it gently, causing a tingly feeling to run through Youngbae’s body. Youngbae wriggles as the feeling shoots through his body, receiving a satisfying groan from Jiyong. His erratic breath falls against Youngbae’s ear, making him shiver. Jiyong finally lifted his head and moved to Youngbae’s lips, gently sucking on the older boy’s lower lip before fully covering his mouth. Jiyong releases one of his hands to cup Youngbae's face and run his hand through his spread out hair, tugging back Youngbae's his head to get better access to his mouth. He deepens the kiss, pushing Youngbae's body harder into the floor, trying to eliminate the space between their bodies. Jiyong loosens his grip and tugs at the twisted fabric around the body of the boy beneath him. He pulls it up over his shoulders and throws it to the side.
Youngbae looks up at Jiyong and grabs the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up. Jiyong finishes Youngbae’s job and throws his shirt to the side, sitting on top of Youngbae, his head rolling back as Youngbae’s hands move over Jiyong’s arms. Jiyong vaguely hears Youngbae growl something about too much clothing, but all he registers is the feral heat in Youngbae’s gaze and the urgency in the older boy’s hands as he began to run his palms over the smooth skin of Jiyong’s fully exposed chest. Jiyong can’t seem to take in enough oxygen-his breathing is increasing to a rapid pace-but he continues roll his hips into Youngbae’s regardless of the spots of color that are appearing in his vision. Jiyong shakes his head harshly and rolls his entire body over Youngbae’s, in a sort of “worm” fashion, slow, so slow. The second that Jiyong starts that, Youngbae instantly bites his lip to keep from moaning out and quite possibly waking the others, but it’s a lost cause because when Jiyong rolls his body a second time, Youngbae’s voice breaks out and his back arches off the floor to meet with the skin of the boy above him. '
Jiyong, applying the full weight of his body on Youngbae’s hips, runs his fingers over Youngbae’s collarbone and down his arms, bending down to place featherlike kisses on his jaw line and underneath his chin. Youngbae slides his fingers up the flat of Jiyong’s stomach, circling his navel and lightly touching the curves of his waist. He drags his fingertips slowly up Jiyong’s sides, making the vertical boy moan out a almost inhuman sound-something Youngbae doesn’t even bother trying to silence, it’s so hot-then circles his hands around to clasp Jiyong’s shoulder blades and pull him down.
“Why is your mouth so far away,” Youngbae’s infatuated voice causes a tremor to flow through Jiyong, honestly scaring him at the same time as making the moment filled with even more sexual tension. Youngbae moves his toned arms up so they circle behind Jiyong’s shoulder blades to touch the back of his head, pulling him down so their lips can meet in a decent kiss. Youngbae presses forward again and again, lips breaking momentarily as if to gain momentum, then they’re locked again. Both of them have their eyes closed, and Jiyong decided that he wants to seriously touch Youngbae. He brings his hands around and falls to his right towards the couch, forcing Youngbae to roll onto his side in the same motion.
“Just work with me here,” is all Jiyong can manage to gasp before he pulls Youngbae on top of him and drags him onto his hips. Jiyong scoots back so he is leaning partially against the couch, and he brings his knees up so Youngbae is straddling Jiyong, effectively trapping him between Jiyong’s waist and thighs. The rapper’s baggy jeans are already incredibly low, flaunting off his vulgar print boxers, and Jiyong struggles to push them lower. Youngbae, however, has a different plan.
“What makes you think,” Youngbae murmurs into Jiyong’s ear, his chest flush against Jiyong’s, “that I’ll let you,” his hot breath burns the skin on Jiyong’s neck, “just take me that easily?” Jiyong clutches at Youngbae’s backside desperately, his eyes looking up into Youngbae’s with horror and dissatisfaction.
“You wouldn’t-” Youngbae silences him with a slow kiss to the lips, his fingers languidly brushing over Jiyong’s sides.
“I’m not saying I’m going to stop,” Youngbae smiles, lips dangerously close to Jiyong’s skin, “but I’d rather draw this out a bit further.” Jiyong can’t decide whether that means more foreplay right now, or if that concerns a longer timeframe. Like a month.
“God, Bae,” Jiyong whines, bucking his hips up, trying to catch the older boy’s interest again. “I can’t wait a fuckin’ month.” Youngbae giggles.
“Mmmm, well maybe, for now-” Youngbae allows his hand to glide down Jiyong’s stomach, stopping between their bodies. Youngbae adds a little extra pressure with his hand, his individual fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Jiyong’s boxers.
“Do your pants ever do you any good?” Youngbae asks, nonchalant. “Because right now, if you were standing,” Youngbae’s hands are so warm, “your jeans would be pooling,” god, his fingers, his fucking fingers, “around your ankles.” Jiyong gasps as Youngbae’s less than innocent hand slips between his legs, lightly clasping the burning flesh between them. Jiyong’s back arches into the touch, trying to get Youngbae to act a little faster, a little harder, more, more, more, Youngbae, more, god.
“Bae-JESUS!” Jiyong jumps, whisper screaming, and both males moan deeply at the same time, as a Jiyong’s phone vibrates in Jiyong’s lower pocket, which is directly between both of their crotches. Youngbae’s sways a bit, his head hangs back in pure ecstasy.
“God, Jiyong, I don’t know what the fuck that is, but do it again.” Jiyong laughs hoarsely.
“That,” it vibrates again, making both of them simultaneously grind into each other, hoping to get the most out of that contact. Youngbae makes a sound that is a mix of a cry and a high pitched whimper, a sound that nearly makes Jiyong come right there. “That,” Jiyong attempts to speak coherently, “was my cell phone.”
Youngbae bounces a bit. “Don’t-” he hunches over Jiyong’s form, “don’t answer. Let it. Ring. Again.” Jiyong would have laughed, had he not agreed whole-heartedly that such a decision is most definitely the correct one. But the phone doesn’t ring again.
“Whatever.” Jiyong smirks lazily up at Youngbae, his hand squeezing Youngbae's backside again. “Please continue as you were.”
“This would be a lot more fun,” Youngbae murmurs against Jiyong’s chest, “if we had some music to go along to.” His mouth travels lower.
“You girl,” Jiyong ran his fingers through Youngbae’s hair again, lifting his hips a bit to allow the older boy better access. “Make your own fuckin’ music.”
“You’re so unromantic.”
“You definitely didn’t catch my innuendo there.”
“You sing better than I do. Make music for me.”
“Naw ma-aaaaaaah-!” Jiyong’s comeback is lost, as Youngbae guides his tongue up Jiyong’s shaft to press his full lips against the tip. Jiyong’s thighs, on either side of Youngbae’s head, are quivering as Youngbae brings his mouth down, fully deep-throating him.
“S-someone’s been-ah-! practicing, definitely,” Jiyong tries to bring his hips up, but Youngbae’s strong grip keeps him grounded. Youngbae’s tongue follows up and down again.
“Bae-mm, Bae,” Jiyong’s arms flail out, trying to grab on anything. He catches the couch and arches up, trying to get more of that warmth. Youngbae pulls away.
“Fuckin’ hell, what??” Jiyong’s vision hasn’t returned yet. When his eyes work again, he glares at Youngbae.
“Well, who’s turn is it this time? I forgot who went last time.” Jiyong immediately sobers, biting his lip. He looks down at Youngbae’s erection, wondering when his pants had come off.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good…question?”
“I mean, I don’t care either way,” Youngbae leans forward, wanting to continue with the skinship, “but someone will get in a hissy-fit if he realizes later that one of us was bottom out of order. Personally,” Youngbae mouth drops again to Jiyong’s erection, “I like you either way.” Jiyong falls backwards, arching into Youngbae’s mouth.
“I’m-I think I’m next-“
“For which? Giving or receiving?”
“Aah-w-whichever, mm-receiving-“
“Turn over.”
Jiyong’s arms are shaky as he flips over, his ass easily propped up. Youngbae whistles at Jiyong’s quick action.
“You whore.” Jiyong looks over his shoulder and grins at Youngbae as the older boy runs a hand over Jiyong’s backside.
“You like it.”
“Of course I like it.” Youngbae nods his head in satisfaction before leaning forward.
“You got anything?” Jiyong grinned at the floor.
“We could do this the kinky way,” the slender boy wiggled his ass at Youngbae and grinned up at him. “We have pudding in the fridge.”
Youngbae made a gagging noise. “That’s just nasty~”
“It’s my as-“
“Okay, chill man, hold up, I’m sure I have something normal…”
“Leave it to Youngbae to carry the necessities with him at all times.”
Youngbae leaned over Jiyong’s back and pressed his hand against the younger boy's backside. Jiyong immediately jerked away.
“No fingers.”
“Why?”
“We just went over this three hours ago: the pain is part of the whole process!”
“…”
“Okay?”
“That’s just so weird.” Youngbae pulls the lube from his pants pocket. “Put it on me, then.”
Jiyong flips over again and allows Youngbae to sit on his stomach, reaching for Youngbae’s sex in the same motion. He pulls gently, running his fingers over the smooth flesh. Youngbae hisses, his knees coming in contact with the floor.
“Not very comfortable for either of us.”
“Mmm.” Jiyong runs his fingers over Youngbae’s stomach, enjoying the curves and bumps of muscle. Taking the tube from Youngbae, Jiyong squeezes the clear lubricant over his fingers and wraps his fingers around the stiff erection. Without waiting for further instruction, Jiyong pushes Youngbae enough just so he can flip over again. Youngbae doesn’t wait either.
Touch. It’s the best thing in the world to Kwon Jiyong, particularly the touch that Youngbae graces him with. With his hands it’s soft-slick from positioning himself just right. With his lips, it’s smooth and wet, hot-his breath makes the fine hairs on the back of Jiyong’s neck ruffle and stand on end, making him acutely aware of the air conditioning circulating through the room. Flesh on flesh, the sound is slow and stiff at first, increasing in pliancy only when Jiyong finally caves, his chest completely flat against the floor, Youngbae’s movement jerking and pushing the younger boy further into a euphoric bliss. Jiyong gropes for something to hold, his hands desperately wanting to grip something. His mouth wants to suck on something. Youngbae doesn’t really seem to get it, when Jiyong jerks him forward by the hand so he can suck on Youngbae’s fingers, but he let’s Jiyong do it all the same. But that doesn’t satisfy Jiyong’s craving and he soon gives up, giving in to whimpers and moans and curses, and it is only when he finds himself gripping the single seat couch leg in front of him that he realizes how far they’ve moved across the floor.
Youngbae, still deep inside of Jiyong, lifts the cooing boy up so he is leaning against the seat of the smaller couch, and this is a pleasant change for Jiyong: his chest feels desperately raw. Youngbae’s knees hurt though.
“Let me sit on the couch.”
Jiyong sighs pitifully before collapsing to the ground as Youngbae pulls himself from Jiyong, quickly picking the slender boy up to face him. Jiyong places his knees on either side of Youngbae’s thighs and slowly lowers himself. And Jiyong, finally facing the older boy, immediately brings his lips to Youngbae’s plump ones, mumbling happily as his hands cup Youngbae’s face as if to hide his precious treasure from the gaze of the rest of the living room. Youngbae returns the gesture with vigor while reminding Jiyong, by bucking his hips, that Jiyong now has to lift himself to keep the friction going. Jiyong happily complies by rocking back and forth, lifting his hips and bringing them back down. Their pace actually begins to slow as Jiyong forces Youngbae’s length further into himself, whiles still maintaining lip contact. The older youth murmurs complaint, calling for a faster pace.
“So impatient!” Jiyong laughs into Youngbae’s shoulder, but the sound quickly becomes heavy breathing as Jiyong increases the speed of his own movement.
Of course, the next morning, when Seungri wakes up early to make breakfast for his hyungs, he is shocked to find the picture of their venerable CEO on the floor, with glass everywhere. Even more shocking is the pair of pants slung across the couch, and the pair of boxers with all sort of obscenities printed on it flung next to the broken pictures. And no less strange is the absence of the vanilla and chocolate swirl pudding that Seungri had made late last night as his own personal treat, when he had thought all of his hyungs were asleep.
END.
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Author: dn_Soir
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: GDYB
Genre: Happy, plot-less sex
Warning: Uhm. Age? I’m not sure. Maybe like...a few years ago? Debut? And Girly!YB! WHAT?! Yes, GD is the boy here, OMGNOWAY. Lol. I actually ended up cutting a lot of weird filler crap. Those can be the starters of other PWPs.
I wanted to give
patra86 some goodness. Don’t starve! Eeeeaaaatttt~ YOUR THANKSGIVING GIFT! <3 <3 <3
Extra comments: Are YB’s hips really narrow? Hmmmmmmmmm….
Extra Extra Comments: DUDE. Those Cheese Puff things, that are like…artificial cheese covered air? OMG, so good. <3
Extra Extra Extra Comments: I’m always in a quandary as to whether I should refer to the BB peeps as “boys” or “men.” Obviously I can’t go back and forth in the same story unless there’s a time jump. But when I write one, it just seems as awkward as writing the other. Am I the only one that feels this way? I settled for “boy” in this one, because it’s kinda pre-debut-ish. I think.
Extra Extra Extra Extra Comments: Okay, so they’re both equally manly, maybe. Yeay for BFF Experimentation! :DYeah, it’s totally equal. I took out a lot of the girly!YB-ness. That can be for later stories. <3
Extra Extra Extra Extra Extra Comments: Am I the only one who laughs while writing explicit content like this? Oh, and I gave up on titles long ago. I usually make them too long and people complain, soooo, no titles. :)
This is 199% dedicated to
patra86 , whether she likes it or not.
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When Youngbae’s back meets the wall, it’s not really a pretty thing, especially since the wall shakes and the picture of Mr. Yang Hyunsuk falls face-forward on the ground. Except it is, because Jiyong’s hands are running down Youngbae’s sides, and there is gasping and moaning, particularly when Jiyong’s mouth decides that “Hey, Youngbae’s neck looks pretty delicious.” And then there is a lot of tongue.
Going from the living room to either Youngbae’s or Jiyong’s room is out of the question, so Jiyong settles for leading the slightly shorter boy to the couch, which is a satisfying three feet away. But even that proves to be to difficult, because the couch is too narrow, so they start off on the couch for about three minutes of tongue and licking and touching before Youngbae’s back makes contact with the floor, Jiyong’s weight (or lack thereof) falling on top. The blow to Youngbae’s head leaves him in darkness for awhile-although the room is dark already anyways-and when he comes to, it’s to Jiyong’s tongue in his mouth and Jiyong’s hands on his chest, definitely not beneath Youngbae’s shirt. Youngbae growls.
Jiyong doesn’t bother waiting for any form of excuse; instead, he immediately drops his hips fully onto Youngbae’s, meshing their lower bodies together in such an intimate manner that Youngbae can’t help but gasp at the pleasurable contact. Jiyong’s forearms support his upper weight, his hands spread out on the wooden floor, his lower stomach just barely touching Youngbae’s. Jiyong rolls his hips into Youngbae’s, his movement forcing Youngbae’s shirt to ride up and expose a thin expanse of toned, tanned skin. He repeats the movement again, slowly, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted to breath in and out with each rotation of his lower body. Youngbae whimpers, hands clutching at the fabric of his Jiyong’s shirt while he parts his thighs to help the boy above him touch him with oh so much more ease.
Jiyong opens his eyes a sliver to gaze at the boy beneath him. He already knows what he will see-this isn’t the first time Jiyong has convinced Youngbae not to run in the morning-but the image is no less erotic then the first time he’d seen it, a little over a year ago, back before Big Bang had even been a thought. Youngbae's hair, sprawled out around his face, makes a gorgeous contrast between the darkness of his fluffy black hair and the light caramel color of the floor. Jiyong’s tongue touches the corner of his own mouth as he leans down, arms still propping him above Youngbae to keep from suffocating him. Youngbae’s mouth is open only marginally, and that turns Jiyong on even more. But the real clincher is when Youngbae’s tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, just as his eyes flicker open to catch Jiyong’s gaze.
There’s no way that is not a message from Youngbae. Jiyong rubs his hips against Youngbae’s until his hips are exactly against his and Jiyong lowers his head. He looks at Youngbae’s expectant lips but he moves to the side to suck on the older boy’s ear, tongue sliding over the lobe and down his neck again. Jiyong entwines his fingers with Youngbae’s and slides them up against the wood floor, above his head. In doing so, it stretches Youngbae’s shirt, pulling it up and causing it to twist around his muscular frame. Jiyong bites Youngbae’s ear playfully, tugging it gently, causing a tingly feeling to run through Youngbae’s body. Youngbae wriggles as the feeling shoots through his body, receiving a satisfying groan from Jiyong. His erratic breath falls against Youngbae’s ear, making him shiver. Jiyong finally lifted his head and moved to Youngbae’s lips, gently sucking on the older boy’s lower lip before fully covering his mouth. Jiyong releases one of his hands to cup Youngbae's face and run his hand through his spread out hair, tugging back Youngbae's his head to get better access to his mouth. He deepens the kiss, pushing Youngbae's body harder into the floor, trying to eliminate the space between their bodies. Jiyong loosens his grip and tugs at the twisted fabric around the body of the boy beneath him. He pulls it up over his shoulders and throws it to the side.
Youngbae looks up at Jiyong and grabs the bottom of his shirt, pushing it up. Jiyong finishes Youngbae’s job and throws his shirt to the side, sitting on top of Youngbae, his head rolling back as Youngbae’s hands move over Jiyong’s arms. Jiyong vaguely hears Youngbae growl something about too much clothing, but all he registers is the feral heat in Youngbae’s gaze and the urgency in the older boy’s hands as he began to run his palms over the smooth skin of Jiyong’s fully exposed chest. Jiyong can’t seem to take in enough oxygen-his breathing is increasing to a rapid pace-but he continues roll his hips into Youngbae’s regardless of the spots of color that are appearing in his vision. Jiyong shakes his head harshly and rolls his entire body over Youngbae’s, in a sort of “worm” fashion, slow, so slow. The second that Jiyong starts that, Youngbae instantly bites his lip to keep from moaning out and quite possibly waking the others, but it’s a lost cause because when Jiyong rolls his body a second time, Youngbae’s voice breaks out and his back arches off the floor to meet with the skin of the boy above him. '
Jiyong, applying the full weight of his body on Youngbae’s hips, runs his fingers over Youngbae’s collarbone and down his arms, bending down to place featherlike kisses on his jaw line and underneath his chin. Youngbae slides his fingers up the flat of Jiyong’s stomach, circling his navel and lightly touching the curves of his waist. He drags his fingertips slowly up Jiyong’s sides, making the vertical boy moan out a almost inhuman sound-something Youngbae doesn’t even bother trying to silence, it’s so hot-then circles his hands around to clasp Jiyong’s shoulder blades and pull him down.
“Why is your mouth so far away,” Youngbae’s infatuated voice causes a tremor to flow through Jiyong, honestly scaring him at the same time as making the moment filled with even more sexual tension. Youngbae moves his toned arms up so they circle behind Jiyong’s shoulder blades to touch the back of his head, pulling him down so their lips can meet in a decent kiss. Youngbae presses forward again and again, lips breaking momentarily as if to gain momentum, then they’re locked again. Both of them have their eyes closed, and Jiyong decided that he wants to seriously touch Youngbae. He brings his hands around and falls to his right towards the couch, forcing Youngbae to roll onto his side in the same motion.
“Just work with me here,” is all Jiyong can manage to gasp before he pulls Youngbae on top of him and drags him onto his hips. Jiyong scoots back so he is leaning partially against the couch, and he brings his knees up so Youngbae is straddling Jiyong, effectively trapping him between Jiyong’s waist and thighs. The rapper’s baggy jeans are already incredibly low, flaunting off his vulgar print boxers, and Jiyong struggles to push them lower. Youngbae, however, has a different plan.
“What makes you think,” Youngbae murmurs into Jiyong’s ear, his chest flush against Jiyong’s, “that I’ll let you,” his hot breath burns the skin on Jiyong’s neck, “just take me that easily?” Jiyong clutches at Youngbae’s backside desperately, his eyes looking up into Youngbae’s with horror and dissatisfaction.
“You wouldn’t-” Youngbae silences him with a slow kiss to the lips, his fingers languidly brushing over Jiyong’s sides.
“I’m not saying I’m going to stop,” Youngbae smiles, lips dangerously close to Jiyong’s skin, “but I’d rather draw this out a bit further.” Jiyong can’t decide whether that means more foreplay right now, or if that concerns a longer timeframe. Like a month.
“God, Bae,” Jiyong whines, bucking his hips up, trying to catch the older boy’s interest again. “I can’t wait a fuckin’ month.” Youngbae giggles.
“Mmmm, well maybe, for now-” Youngbae allows his hand to glide down Jiyong’s stomach, stopping between their bodies. Youngbae adds a little extra pressure with his hand, his individual fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Jiyong’s boxers.
“Do your pants ever do you any good?” Youngbae asks, nonchalant. “Because right now, if you were standing,” Youngbae’s hands are so warm, “your jeans would be pooling,” god, his fingers, his fucking fingers, “around your ankles.” Jiyong gasps as Youngbae’s less than innocent hand slips between his legs, lightly clasping the burning flesh between them. Jiyong’s back arches into the touch, trying to get Youngbae to act a little faster, a little harder, more, more, more, Youngbae, more, god.
“Bae-JESUS!” Jiyong jumps, whisper screaming, and both males moan deeply at the same time, as a Jiyong’s phone vibrates in Jiyong’s lower pocket, which is directly between both of their crotches. Youngbae’s sways a bit, his head hangs back in pure ecstasy.
“God, Jiyong, I don’t know what the fuck that is, but do it again.” Jiyong laughs hoarsely.
“That,” it vibrates again, making both of them simultaneously grind into each other, hoping to get the most out of that contact. Youngbae makes a sound that is a mix of a cry and a high pitched whimper, a sound that nearly makes Jiyong come right there. “That,” Jiyong attempts to speak coherently, “was my cell phone.”
Youngbae bounces a bit. “Don’t-” he hunches over Jiyong’s form, “don’t answer. Let it. Ring. Again.” Jiyong would have laughed, had he not agreed whole-heartedly that such a decision is most definitely the correct one. But the phone doesn’t ring again.
“Whatever.” Jiyong smirks lazily up at Youngbae, his hand squeezing Youngbae's backside again. “Please continue as you were.”
“This would be a lot more fun,” Youngbae murmurs against Jiyong’s chest, “if we had some music to go along to.” His mouth travels lower.
“You girl,” Jiyong ran his fingers through Youngbae’s hair again, lifting his hips a bit to allow the older boy better access. “Make your own fuckin’ music.”
“You’re so unromantic.”
“You definitely didn’t catch my innuendo there.”
“You sing better than I do. Make music for me.”
“Naw ma-aaaaaaah-!” Jiyong’s comeback is lost, as Youngbae guides his tongue up Jiyong’s shaft to press his full lips against the tip. Jiyong’s thighs, on either side of Youngbae’s head, are quivering as Youngbae brings his mouth down, fully deep-throating him.
“S-someone’s been-ah-! practicing, definitely,” Jiyong tries to bring his hips up, but Youngbae’s strong grip keeps him grounded. Youngbae’s tongue follows up and down again.
“Bae-mm, Bae,” Jiyong’s arms flail out, trying to grab on anything. He catches the couch and arches up, trying to get more of that warmth. Youngbae pulls away.
“Fuckin’ hell, what??” Jiyong’s vision hasn’t returned yet. When his eyes work again, he glares at Youngbae.
“Well, who’s turn is it this time? I forgot who went last time.” Jiyong immediately sobers, biting his lip. He looks down at Youngbae’s erection, wondering when his pants had come off.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good…question?”
“I mean, I don’t care either way,” Youngbae leans forward, wanting to continue with the skinship, “but someone will get in a hissy-fit if he realizes later that one of us was bottom out of order. Personally,” Youngbae mouth drops again to Jiyong’s erection, “I like you either way.” Jiyong falls backwards, arching into Youngbae’s mouth.
“I’m-I think I’m next-“
“For which? Giving or receiving?”
“Aah-w-whichever, mm-receiving-“
“Turn over.”
Jiyong’s arms are shaky as he flips over, his ass easily propped up. Youngbae whistles at Jiyong’s quick action.
“You whore.” Jiyong looks over his shoulder and grins at Youngbae as the older boy runs a hand over Jiyong’s backside.
“You like it.”
“Of course I like it.” Youngbae nods his head in satisfaction before leaning forward.
“You got anything?” Jiyong grinned at the floor.
“We could do this the kinky way,” the slender boy wiggled his ass at Youngbae and grinned up at him. “We have pudding in the fridge.”
Youngbae made a gagging noise. “That’s just nasty~”
“It’s my as-“
“Okay, chill man, hold up, I’m sure I have something normal…”
“Leave it to Youngbae to carry the necessities with him at all times.”
Youngbae leaned over Jiyong’s back and pressed his hand against the younger boy's backside. Jiyong immediately jerked away.
“No fingers.”
“Why?”
“We just went over this three hours ago: the pain is part of the whole process!”
“…”
“Okay?”
“That’s just so weird.” Youngbae pulls the lube from his pants pocket. “Put it on me, then.”
Jiyong flips over again and allows Youngbae to sit on his stomach, reaching for Youngbae’s sex in the same motion. He pulls gently, running his fingers over the smooth flesh. Youngbae hisses, his knees coming in contact with the floor.
“Not very comfortable for either of us.”
“Mmm.” Jiyong runs his fingers over Youngbae’s stomach, enjoying the curves and bumps of muscle. Taking the tube from Youngbae, Jiyong squeezes the clear lubricant over his fingers and wraps his fingers around the stiff erection. Without waiting for further instruction, Jiyong pushes Youngbae enough just so he can flip over again. Youngbae doesn’t wait either.
Touch. It’s the best thing in the world to Kwon Jiyong, particularly the touch that Youngbae graces him with. With his hands it’s soft-slick from positioning himself just right. With his lips, it’s smooth and wet, hot-his breath makes the fine hairs on the back of Jiyong’s neck ruffle and stand on end, making him acutely aware of the air conditioning circulating through the room. Flesh on flesh, the sound is slow and stiff at first, increasing in pliancy only when Jiyong finally caves, his chest completely flat against the floor, Youngbae’s movement jerking and pushing the younger boy further into a euphoric bliss. Jiyong gropes for something to hold, his hands desperately wanting to grip something. His mouth wants to suck on something. Youngbae doesn’t really seem to get it, when Jiyong jerks him forward by the hand so he can suck on Youngbae’s fingers, but he let’s Jiyong do it all the same. But that doesn’t satisfy Jiyong’s craving and he soon gives up, giving in to whimpers and moans and curses, and it is only when he finds himself gripping the single seat couch leg in front of him that he realizes how far they’ve moved across the floor.
Youngbae, still deep inside of Jiyong, lifts the cooing boy up so he is leaning against the seat of the smaller couch, and this is a pleasant change for Jiyong: his chest feels desperately raw. Youngbae’s knees hurt though.
“Let me sit on the couch.”
Jiyong sighs pitifully before collapsing to the ground as Youngbae pulls himself from Jiyong, quickly picking the slender boy up to face him. Jiyong places his knees on either side of Youngbae’s thighs and slowly lowers himself. And Jiyong, finally facing the older boy, immediately brings his lips to Youngbae’s plump ones, mumbling happily as his hands cup Youngbae’s face as if to hide his precious treasure from the gaze of the rest of the living room. Youngbae returns the gesture with vigor while reminding Jiyong, by bucking his hips, that Jiyong now has to lift himself to keep the friction going. Jiyong happily complies by rocking back and forth, lifting his hips and bringing them back down. Their pace actually begins to slow as Jiyong forces Youngbae’s length further into himself, whiles still maintaining lip contact. The older youth murmurs complaint, calling for a faster pace.
“So impatient!” Jiyong laughs into Youngbae’s shoulder, but the sound quickly becomes heavy breathing as Jiyong increases the speed of his own movement.
Of course, the next morning, when Seungri wakes up early to make breakfast for his hyungs, he is shocked to find the picture of their venerable CEO on the floor, with glass everywhere. Even more shocking is the pair of pants slung across the couch, and the pair of boxers with all sort of obscenities printed on it flung next to the broken pictures. And no less strange is the absence of the vanilla and chocolate swirl pudding that Seungri had made late last night as his own personal treat, when he had thought all of his hyungs were asleep.
END.
lol.