I've forgotten how to do this........
I've fallen through the cracks of the Dongbang fandom. But I'm trying to get back in, so that I can finish my one and only epic fanfic... So this is practice...
Inspired by the drama, and Taera and the namesake Bad Guy.
I've forgotten how to make a cut, so I'm gonna have to go relearn as well! Which is why I'm having a trial post!
Bad Guy
They kiss, almost in public, and mostly in shadows, and this is what drives him crazy- the almost discovery. He smirks at his self-discovery. Who knew he would be an exhibitionist? A firm hand pulls him further into the shadows of a quiet corner and placed firmly against him neck, guides his soft lips back against his firmer ones. He fumbles for his zipper, and reaches into his pants.... only to find that firm hand move to stop his own. He tilted his head back to look questioningly at him, an eyebrown arched.
"Sweetheart, my pants don't come down till yours do."
He hated being called sweetheart, especially by this man and he knew it. The mockery was inherent.
"Then, darling, you'd have a long wait ahead of you. My pants are never going to come down for you."
A tiny hint of a smile graced his lips. "Then why on earth were my own pants heading south?"
Insulted, he struggled against the infuriating man who held him from leaving. "Bastard. I'm never gonna let you fu-."
A chuckle in reply and a finger tapped his lips in rebuke, "Language, language. The things that come out of that pretty mouth..."
"A lot of dirty things come out of my mouth... and a lot of dirty men come into my mouth. Why should you be any different? I like giving blowjobs. And the men I know generally enjoy my giving them blowjobs." He paused before giving him a once-over. "I dare you to be any different."
Yunho smiled then, pushing past the ghost of a smile that had haunted his lips for the past tense minutes. "First, give me a blowjob. Then... I'll let you know if I enjoy it."
His mask didn't crumble, and although he hadn't expected Yunho's composure, he was prepared for it. His wide eyes still firmly holding his opponent's, one jeering, the other challenging, he reached down again, his smooth hands gliding over the rougher, toughened skin on his hands and pushing them out of his way. For some reason, it did not debase him in the least to kneel before Yunho in this way, as he held his life in his hands, and took a deep breath. This was why he enjoyed this. The thrill of a power only a lover could have. The scent of a man, right here where it was most concentrated. And enjoy it he did, nuzzling, licking, sucking, biting. A minute became two, and three, four and five. Ten minutes on. Fifteen. Yunho held on, although his smile became strained. He was still leaning against the wall, the image of casual relaxation.
He looked up at him. "I can do this for a whole lot longer than you can stand it." His words seemed apt when he could barely stand.
But the answer was lazy, and seemingly discombobulated in the dark, "I'm still trying to decide if I'm enjoying it. Your efforts are, thus far, admirable, but the results have yet to prove you right. You have a few more minutes, however, before this room comes to life. I have an appointment here at three."
Jaejoong had to smile. The boy was fun after all. He kissed his penis sweetly, and gently tucked him in, his erection prominent against his pants. He tiptoed to kiss him lightly, goodbye, and murmured into his mouth as he did, "Although I work well under pressure, it seems that you don't. That's all for today then." He was clearly a man who liked to have the last word. He turned, but Yunho pulled him back, jerking, so he fell into his arms.
"Although I don't work well under pressure, I always make an impression. You should remember that," Yunho growled, cradling his face close, and reaching in for the kill, pressing his face against Jaejoong's, lips, and teeth, sucking, fucking his lips, sliding down, his neck, so Jaejoong felt almost devoured by his lips. Then he stopped. Suddenly. And smiled. He stood up straight, and pushed his hair back, where it settled instantly, as neat as if it had never been mussed.
"You should straighten up before you leave."
And he walked out, leaving Jaejoong alone, shirt crumpled from seeking hands, missing buttons, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. A large purpling bruise just below his face. Erect.
Inspired by the drama, and Taera and the namesake Bad Guy.
I've forgotten how to make a cut, so I'm gonna have to go relearn as well! Which is why I'm having a trial post!
Bad Guy
They kiss, almost in public, and mostly in shadows, and this is what drives him crazy- the almost discovery. He smirks at his self-discovery. Who knew he would be an exhibitionist? A firm hand pulls him further into the shadows of a quiet corner and placed firmly against him neck, guides his soft lips back against his firmer ones. He fumbles for his zipper, and reaches into his pants.... only to find that firm hand move to stop his own. He tilted his head back to look questioningly at him, an eyebrown arched.
"Sweetheart, my pants don't come down till yours do."
He hated being called sweetheart, especially by this man and he knew it. The mockery was inherent.
"Then, darling, you'd have a long wait ahead of you. My pants are never going to come down for you."
A tiny hint of a smile graced his lips. "Then why on earth were my own pants heading south?"
Insulted, he struggled against the infuriating man who held him from leaving. "Bastard. I'm never gonna let you fu-."
A chuckle in reply and a finger tapped his lips in rebuke, "Language, language. The things that come out of that pretty mouth..."
"A lot of dirty things come out of my mouth... and a lot of dirty men come into my mouth. Why should you be any different? I like giving blowjobs. And the men I know generally enjoy my giving them blowjobs." He paused before giving him a once-over. "I dare you to be any different."
Yunho smiled then, pushing past the ghost of a smile that had haunted his lips for the past tense minutes. "First, give me a blowjob. Then... I'll let you know if I enjoy it."
His mask didn't crumble, and although he hadn't expected Yunho's composure, he was prepared for it. His wide eyes still firmly holding his opponent's, one jeering, the other challenging, he reached down again, his smooth hands gliding over the rougher, toughened skin on his hands and pushing them out of his way. For some reason, it did not debase him in the least to kneel before Yunho in this way, as he held his life in his hands, and took a deep breath. This was why he enjoyed this. The thrill of a power only a lover could have. The scent of a man, right here where it was most concentrated. And enjoy it he did, nuzzling, licking, sucking, biting. A minute became two, and three, four and five. Ten minutes on. Fifteen. Yunho held on, although his smile became strained. He was still leaning against the wall, the image of casual relaxation.
He looked up at him. "I can do this for a whole lot longer than you can stand it." His words seemed apt when he could barely stand.
But the answer was lazy, and seemingly discombobulated in the dark, "I'm still trying to decide if I'm enjoying it. Your efforts are, thus far, admirable, but the results have yet to prove you right. You have a few more minutes, however, before this room comes to life. I have an appointment here at three."
Jaejoong had to smile. The boy was fun after all. He kissed his penis sweetly, and gently tucked him in, his erection prominent against his pants. He tiptoed to kiss him lightly, goodbye, and murmured into his mouth as he did, "Although I work well under pressure, it seems that you don't. That's all for today then." He was clearly a man who liked to have the last word. He turned, but Yunho pulled him back, jerking, so he fell into his arms.
"Although I don't work well under pressure, I always make an impression. You should remember that," Yunho growled, cradling his face close, and reaching in for the kill, pressing his face against Jaejoong's, lips, and teeth, sucking, fucking his lips, sliding down, his neck, so Jaejoong felt almost devoured by his lips. Then he stopped. Suddenly. And smiled. He stood up straight, and pushed his hair back, where it settled instantly, as neat as if it had never been mussed.
"You should straighten up before you leave."
And he walked out, leaving Jaejoong alone, shirt crumpled from seeking hands, missing buttons, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. A large purpling bruise just below his face. Erect.