Skies Of Fire : Crossing Boundaries
A/N : Can I be proud of myself for posting this chapter this week? This is NC-17/ Rated folks.
A crisp laughter bounced against the walls of the stairways leading up to the rooftop as Yoseob wiggled randomly on Doojoon’s back. “Doojoonah, yah! What are we doing?” Yoseob chuckled heartily, betraying the complaints coming out of his mouth. “Yah, this isn’t even funny anymore! How long are you going to keep me blindfolded?”
He could hear the laughter and amusement in Doojoon’s voice, “Stop complaining, we are almost there. I thought you were fond of blindfold kink? You said something about seeing nothing and feeling everything.”
Yoseob sulked and slapped Doojoon’s back roughly before dropping his head down, a chubby cheek on Doojoon’s shoulder, hands wrapping the older man’s neck and broad shoulder. “But not this kind of blindfolding, this isn’t even kinky anymore. Whatever I’m taking it off.” Yoseob said as he quickly removed his blindfold and stuffing it inside the pocket of his sweat pants carelessly before Doojoon could even respond to anything.
“Yah! Yoseob! I have told you not to remove it! You cheated!” Doojoon shouted halfheartedly, inwardly amused at the heck-care attitude. “It’s all fair in war and love, baby.” Yoseob crooned at Doojoon’s ear and chuckled cheerfully when he heard a low growl coming from the older man.
Yoseob started wiggling again, “You have not answered me. Answer me! What are we doing?” He whined, he could feel the steady breathing of the older man underneath his chest and he wondered if Doojoon was not the least bit tired from walking up the stairs with him on the older man’s back. Doojoon was quiet, softly laughing at the irate Yoseob, but not answering. Totally annoyed by not getting any response, Yoseob hooked his ankles together and tightened both of his hands on Doojoon’s shoulders. Roughly, he squeezed Doojoon’s waist with his legs and the older man’s neck and shoulders with his hands.
“Ouch - ouch - what the - what are you doing!” A shocked Doojoon struggled, trying to loosen the tight squeeze, but still extremely careful not lose his grip on Yoseob or drop him or making him uncomfortable. “Yah, what the fuck! That was dangerous! I could drop you and hurt you in the process!”
Yoseob pouted as he loosened his deathly grip on Doojoon, “You are not answering me. I just want an answer.” He snuggled comfortably on Doojoon’s back, every trace of anger vanished in an instant as he realized the dangerous stunt he just pulled on the older man. He buried his face on Doojoon’s neck, kissing it softly, “I’m sorry. I was not thinking.”
Doojoon turned his head to kiss Yoseob’s temple as he bounced the younger man once to get more leverage, “It’s okay, just don’t do it again, okay? It’s dangerous and you could get hurt, understand? Hmmm?” Yoseob nodded after Doojoon gently scolded him, he was a brat, really.
“I’m tired.”
Doojoon laughed at this, a soft vibration shaking Yoseob’s body, “You are not even walking. I am the one walking up the stairs, I am the one carrying you on my back, and you are tired?” The clan leader teased and he could feel the smile on Yoseob’s face on his neck.
After only a couple of steps more, Doojoon stopped and unlocked the door to the rooftop. When the door was opened, a gust of winter wind blew in and Yoseob hid his entire self on Doojoon’s back, shivering lightly due to the drastic temperature change from being inside and outside.
“Come on, we’re here.”
Yoseob did not budge from his comfortable position on Doojoon’s back. He shook his head fervently and tightened his grip on Doojoon’s body, “No, it’s cold. I’m not getting down. Why are we here? Can we please go back inside? Please?” Yoseob hid his face on the clan leader’s neck, absolutely hating the wind blowing on his face, he hated when his nose got cold.
Doojoon chuckled, “You have to get down so I can dress you warmly. Come on, stop being a big baby, Yoseobie baby.”
“But I’m your baby, aren’t I? I am Yoon Doojoon’s big baby.” Yoseob sucked a patch on Doojoon’s nape flirtatiously.
“Yes, yes, you are. You are forever my big baby. Now get off me so I can dress you and myself and we won’t freeze to death.” Doojoon pushed away Yoseob’s legs backwards, off of his sides, and unceremoniously dropped the younger man on the red loveseat placed in the middle of the rooftop. The younger man lost his balance and fell off, his butt hitting the soft cushions of the red loveseat. He gaped, upset, not believing that Doojoon had just pushed him off.
“Yah! You just pushed me off!”
Doojoon went to a small coffee table to get the younger man’s puffer coat, knitted woolen scarf, and a beanie before going back to appease an annoyed Yoseob. “I’m sorry. I need to get you off so I can dress you warmly. Come on, stand up. Let’s get you warm.”
Yoseob did not even budge from his spot, still shocked, frozen in disbelief that Doojoon just fucking pushed him off. “You pushed me off. You pushed me off!” He glared accusingly, as if Doojoon had stolen his last candy, “You said it was dangerous but you pushed me off!”
At the sight of a fuming Yoseob on the loveseat, Doojoon sighed and knelt down in front of the couch so he could be eye level with the younger man. He placed Yoseob’s winter outfits at the side and held the younger man’s hands, squeezing a little as he spoke gently, “I know and I’m sorry. I do not want you to freeze out here, okay? I’m sorry?” And Doojoon smiled that sincere smile of his and Yoseob melted, Yoseob always melted. Stupid sincere smile. He nodded albeit the pronounced pout, and leaned forward to kiss Doojoon chastely, a sweet and short meeting of lips before he stood up and let Doojoon dressed him.
He was already warmly bundled up and Doojoon was putting on his own black puffer coat and beanie when Yoseob started to look around his surroundings. He was too busy being a brat that he forgot to take into account where he was at the moment.
“I thought no one was allowed on the rooftop?” Yoseob questioned as he looked around.
Doojoon zipped up his black puffer coat and put on his beanie, “Anyone is allowed. It’s just that no one comes here because of the stair-climbing. Have you been here?”
He was here once, a very long time ago with ahjussi. He knew that the rooftop was essentially a small garden because ahjumma always told him that she had a new plant, a new flower, a new tree. Ahjussi loved gardening, he was a diligent old man and he piggybacked Yoseob once to the rooftop - years and years and years ago - to show the small boy his garden but it was all a blurry memory in his head.
Yoseob was sure that during the spring and summer, the garden must be absolutely green and lush and beautiful, with colorful flowers and swaying tree branches. But now, in the middle of winter, the garden looked hauntingly beautiful instead; there was no green leaf, or colorful flower, only unadorned branches. The cobble stone pavements were covered slightly with snow; Yoseob remembered it was snowing rather heavily last night.
And it the middle of it all, there was a red loveseat, facing an undisturbed view of the sky, and Yoseob smiled when he saw two thick blankets were folded neatly at the side. Doojoon and his sweet dorky self.
“Okay, let’s all sit down. Shall we?” Doojoon breathed out loudly as he ushered Yoseob to the loveseat. They settled down, covering their freezing selves with thick blankets. Yoseob rearranged his position, lying down on his side, his head on Doojoon’s lap as he curled up, a thick blanket over his body. “Hmmm, this is nice. I am warm and comfortable.” He purred, satisfied with the arrangements, as he burrowed deeper into Doojoon’s lap and the loveseat.
They were both quiet, enjoying the view of the sky, slowly turning orange, slipping into dusk. Yoseob was still unsure of why there were there in the first place, but this was actually quite nice. It was tranquil, absolutely relaxing, and with Doojoon’s hand stroking lazily on his jaw, Yoseob had never felt as cozy. Initially, there were only lines of orange in the sky, but slowly as dusk settled in, more orange came into the picture as the sky turned darker.
“It’s a sky of fire.” Yoseob breathed out, stunned at the orange sky in front of his eyes.
Doojoon smiled as he stopped caressing Yoseob’s jaw and wrapped a hand on the younger man’s waist, he leaned down and whispered, “Happy birthday, love.”
Immediately Yoseob turned to face him, confused, questioning with his eyes, “How - “
Doojoon shrugged nonchalantly and grinned naughtily, “I have my ways of knowing things.” When Yoseob eyed him in suspicion, the clan leader relented and answered, “I saw ahjumma’s pot of seaweed soup in the kitchen corner and I know you are trying to hide it somewhere so that I will never find out. So I went to ask her about it and she told me it’s your birthday today.”
“I was not trying to hide anything.” Yoseob defended himself.
“So why is the seaweed pot kept at the corner of the cupboard and not on the dining table?”
Yoseob narrowed his eyes but made no comeback to the question. He was indeed trying to hide it from Doojoon, birthdays were… trivial matters that they could overlook.
Doojoon sighed as he stroked Yoseob’s cheek, “I am sorry I cannot get you anything this year. I hope we are better next year, I will get you whatever you want next year.&rdquo
Yoseob’s eyes softened as he smiled, and then he grinned widely, displaying his white teeth and adorable dimples. He covered Doojoon’s hand that was stroking his cheek, eyes locking with each other as he said, “You are all I ever want.”
And a big smile broke on Doojoon’s face, that silly smile, that sincere smile, always so bright, so happy. Yoseob could see the adorable uneven teeth as the corners of Doojoon’s mouth lifted to create the best smile the younger man had ever seen in his entire life, the clan leader’s eyes narrowed, pushed up by the prominent cheekbones. “Great! Let me kiss you now.”
Giggling, Yoseob grabbed Doojoon’s collar and pulled him down, connecting their hungry lips together against the darkening sky of fire.
O~O~O~O~O~O~O
Both of them were breathing hard on the bed, only dressed in their flimsy tee shirts and sweat pants, as Yoseob moaned again underneath Doojoon. Louder this time, inviting the older man to do moremoremore, because Yoseob needed -
“Oh fuck -“ Yoseob whimpered painfully as Doojoon’s rolled his hips against his own. “Take it off, take it off… Off…”
“Yours or mine, love?” Doojoon teased, his forefinger massaging Yoseob’s hard nipple through the flimsy shirt, his tongue heavily licking on a patch of skin covering a pounding pulse underneath. Coats, scarves, beanies, socks, shoes were all scattered along the living room to the small bedroom.
Yoseob was drowning in lust, incoherent, he was rutting against Doojoon, hands grabbing on Doojoon’s shirt, trying to get the older man naked, trying to get himself naked. “You… me… I don’t know just… just off. I need to feel you. Oh.” The younger man arched his back and mewled as Doojoon’s hand traveled downwards, confidently going inside his loose sweat pants, and immediately taking Yoseob’s erection in his hand, stroking it a few times slowly, teasingly. Doojoon felt the soft and smooth skin, warm and hard, trying to memorize every contour, every fold. Yoseob licked his lips and moaned loudly, begging for Doojoon to stop because the stroking was not what he needed. “Please, I want you. Please…”
Doojoon moved away from the tempting skin of Yoseob’s neck and knelt down on the bed, “Come on love, let’s get us naked.” He worked on his own tee shirt, pulling it off swiftly before working on his sweat pants and boxers, before helping to strip the younger man who was totally flushed with passion and paralyzed by needs, absolutely unaware of anything other than DoojoonDoojoon and more Doojoon.
Yoseob was feeling hot, he was burning in lust, in need, in want; he was on his hands and knees, butt-naked, properly and lovingly prepped. When he felt Doojoon pushing inside of his pliant body from behind, he winced, expecting a painful sting to crawl up his spine. Yet, even after Doojoon was already fully seated inside of him, it did not hurt, unlike what Yoseob had heard from other people about their first time. It was slightly uncomfortable, a weird full sensation, but it definitely did not hurt. Yoseob knew Doojoon would never hurt him.
“Are you okay, love?” Doojoon whispered breathily in Yoseob’s ear, wrapping an arm around Yoseob’s middle to help him up on his knees, while the other one wrapped around Yoseob’s full erection and stroking slowly. “Does it hurt a lot?”
Yoseob gulped and licked his lips, he moaned as he felt electric jolts of pleasure running through his entire body. Trying to string coherent words, he turned sideways, meeting Doojoon’s lips in a wet sloppy kiss. “I’m okay. I love you.”
Doojoon moved back a little, his eyes widened at the declaration of love, eyes staring at Yoseob’s. His heart hammering out of his ribcage, he was flying on happiness cloud because Yoseob just fucking declared that he loved him. He growled and kissed Yoseob deeply, hungrily, passionately, as he started to move.
“I love you. I love you. I love you. You have no idea how much I love you. Oh god…” Doojoon whispered his love and sweet encouragements into Yoseob’s ear as Doojoon moved in and out lovingly. The younger man moaned and grabbed the metal bars of their bed for balance, thankful that Doojoon’s arm was helping him to stay up on his knees. The sensation was blinding, consuming, as Yoseob climbed into the ultimate pleasure, multiplied by the knowledge that it was Doojoon pounding into him, he was with Doojoon.
Yoseob moaned loudly when he came, lips parted in a choked scream as he convulsed violently in Doojoon’s tight embrace, white spots behind his closed eyes. He could feel Doojoon still moving in and out of him in another few hard thrusts before the older man paused, pushed harder, and came. Yoseob heard a low erotic growl and he smiled, proud of himself for bringing such pleasure to Doojoon.
They collapsed on top of each other, breathing hard after their satisfying pleasure journey. Their, Yoseob and Doojoon’s.
Panting, the older man moved first, pulling out of Yoseob and the younger man whimpered, the friction was beyond delicious as it scraped against the walls of his inside, but Doojoon misinterpreted it and panicked slightly, “Oh god, I hurt you, didn’t I? I should have prepped you and lubed myself better. I am so sorry. Are you in a great deal of pain? Oh god. We should not have done that. I knew it, oh god…” Doojoon sat up, aggravatedly removing the condom and getting rid of it into the nearest rubbish bin.
Yoseob stretched languidly and smiled. He was still on his stomach as he looked back towards a horrified Doojoon, feeling absolutely loved that the older man was worrying over his well being. Over-worrying it seemed.
“Stop it, I’m fine. It didn’t hurt, it was just - “
“It didn’t hurt?”
Yoseob shook his head, “Nope. It was slightly uncomfortable in the beginning but I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?” Doojoon asked wholeheartedly.
“I’m not porcelain,” Yoseob rolled his eyes as he turned to lie on his back, “I don’t break that easily.”
“Are you absolutely sure?” Doojoon frowned in worry, and at another roll of Yoseob’s eyes, he gathered the younger man into his arms and held him tightly. “That’s good, love. I will never hurt you, never. I love you so much.”
Yoseob chocked at his own words as he nodded, trying to believe every word coming out of Doojoon’s mouth. “I know, Doojoonah. I love you.”
“Are you sore?” Doojoon asked again after kissing Yoseob chastely.
Yoseob hesitated, “Well, I kind of feel - “
“You are sore! Oh my god, you are sore!” Doojoon exaggerated as he looked around the bedroom warily. “Do you have some pain numbing gel? Anything you usually use for - “
Yoseob cupped Doojoon jaw with one hand and roughly turned the older man’s face towards him, immediately kissing him deeply. Doojoon was way adorable in his panic state, silly adorable dork. Yoseob turned them around and straddled Doojoon’s waist, rolling his hips as he leaned down for a heated kiss, pushing his tongue to meet the older man’s.
Doojoon groaned and tried to stop Yoseob’s tongue into his mouth. He could not talk when a tongue was deliciously licking inside of his mouth, and he could get an idea where this was leading into. Yoseob was still sore, goddamn it!
Doojoon broke the kiss and stated. “You are sore.” He looked apprehensively at the flushing naked body on top of him.
Yoseob smirked naughtily, “I will still be sore whether we make love once or twice or more. It doesn’t make any difference. And you forget to ask me whether I enjoyed it. Immensely.”
“But still - “
Yoseob licked his lips slowly, a tempting show for Doojoon as he rolled a hard nipple in between his own fingers. “I want to see your face when you come. And I want you to see mine.”
“Oh god…” Doojoon growled in defeat as Yoseob cheered inwardly, feeling the older man hardening again underneath him.