Brushstrokes (6.5/8)
Brushstrokes Extra Scene (6.5/8)
Pairing: Junseung
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After Junhyung’s declaration.
A.N: you know you are a yaoi fangirl when you find a “she” among the pronouns and go “omg what the eff is that?! Ew, get it away!”
Brushstrokes (6.5)
“Please,” he panted wetly into the other’s mouth. “Please let me make you feel good.”
Hyunseung looked into pleading, lusty eyes and nodded, latching his hands behind the rapper’s neck. Junhyung’s hands began moving, undoing the smaller man’s jeans and sliding them down his thighs, fingers brushing along creamy skin.
He shuffled down until his mouth was aligned with Hyunseung’s briefs, and he pressed his open lips against the material. Hyunseung gasped and arched his hips up towards the warmth. Junhyung grinned and his fingers tugged the briefs down to join Hyunseung’s jeans. He paused a moment to take in the sight of Hyunseung under him; hair askew, shirt pulled up, flushed face, panting chest, hard arousal. Junhyung’s mouth watered.
“I’m going to take my time getting to know every inch of you,” Junhyung declared.
Junhyung swiftly went down and took Hyunseung’s head in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking lightly. Hyunseung let out a squeak and arched his hips minutely. Junhyung firmly pressed hot palms on his bony hips to restrict movement and took more in his mouth. Hyunseung tossed his head. He stared at Junhyung’s mouth moving up and down his shaft and he hissed in a breath, the heat like a furnace, every nerve in his body tingling in pleasure. As Junhyung licked up and down, Hyunseung mewled and fisted his hands in curly brown hair. He tried to push the rapper’s head down further to take more of him in, but Junhyung pulled back, smirking with wet lips at the lusty expression painted on Hyunseung’s face.
“Eager, are we Seung?” he teased, crawling up the artist’s body and planting a harsh kiss on his lips. Hyunseung growled and nipped at his tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Junhyung’s hands made quick work of Hyunseung’s shirt before going back to naked skin, relishing in the goose bumps that brushed along otherwise smooth arms. Hyunseung divested Junhyung of his shirt and lightly ran his fingertips down, down, down his chest, brushing against hardened nipples and coming to poke teasingly in his waistband. He stroked his finger around the sensitive skin and Junhyung moaned into his mouth.
“Seung,” he mumbled wetly, not fully parting from the artist’s lips.
Hyunseung hummed against his lips, biting at the rapper’s lower lip and dipping his tongue into his mouth playfully. His fingers fiddled with Junhyung’s jean buttons. Junhyung’s eyes fluttered as he dragged them open, bringing himself out of the mindless pleasure of Hyunseung’s lips and into semi-coherency. He pulled his head back, placing hands flat on Hyunseung’s chest as he moved to a sitting position. Hyunseung moved his head up, trying to follow the rapper’s lips but Junhyung was too fast. The artist bonelessly thunked his head back against the cushion, choosing instead to let out a vocal sigh and gently undulate against the rapper’s hips. Junhyung practically ripped Hyunseung’s hands away from his purchase on his jeans and stood next to the couch, pulling them off himself. Hyunseung stared hungrily at the naked skin he revealed and gracefully moved off the couch, pressing their chests together and attacking his neck.
Junhyung tilted his head and allowed the artist to suck on his neck as he took his time running hands along his slender back, down to his ass and gripping it, shoving their groins together and causing Hyunseung to bite at the skin his mouth was toying with. Junhyung slid his hands down a little further to thin thighs and in one move hoisted the artist’s legs up around his waist. Hyunseung eep-ed and clutched onto his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. Junhyung walked them over to the window. He all but slammed Hyunseung’s back against the cold surface and grinned wickedly at the shudder that went up the artist’s body.
Their lips met again and Hyunseung moaned as his cock was pressed against Junhyung’s hard stomach. His hands grabbed at the rapper’s biceps, flexed with holding his weight up. Junhyung adjusted his hands, moving them further onto Hyunseung’s rear and his fingers ran alone the ridge of one cheek, dipping in to pet at his hole. Hyunseung squirmed in his grasp, fingers tightening on his arms and whimpering into his mouth. Junhyung wasn’t done however; he once again broke their kiss and this time he knelt down a little before grunting and moving Hyunseung higher, resting his thighs on his shoulders and pushing most of artist’s weight against the window.
“Jun,” Hyunseung gasped, almost delirious from Junhyung’s display of strength. His body was high from the ground and Junhyung’s warm breath caressed his hardened arousal. Junhyung kissed along the sensitive skin of Hyunseung’s thighs before swallowing his cock again, already addicted to the taste. Hyunseung’s head flew back, slamming against the window as he thrust forward. Junhyung’s hands were iron grips on his hips and the cold window reminded Hyunseung constantly of where he was. Tilting his head, he could see the lights of the city blinking far below them. Someone could look up from an adjacent building and see them. Somehow the thought got him harder.
Junhyung separated his mouth from Hyunseung’s cock with a wet pop and suddenly dropped the artist to the floor. Hyunseung wavered a moment, wobbly with pleasure, and Junhyung lifted him princess-style and walked them through a nearby door, into a darkened room. Hyunseung made out a bed in the murky blackness. “Are you going to be carrying me this whole time?” Hyunseung asked breathlessly, amused despite his painful arousal.
“Only because you’re too damned light,” Junhyung quipped back, plopping Hyunseung on the bed. “Now go on your stomach.”
Hyunseung turned and propped himself on his forearms, propping his ass in the air and settling his head on his clasped hands. Junhyung took a moment to admire the view in front of him before climbing on the bed behind the artist. Laying his chest on Hyunseung’s back and moving his hand around to Hyunseung’s face, Junhyung separated two fingers from the rest. Hyunseung took the proffered fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around the digits like he would Junhyung’s cock, if given the chance. Junhyung breathed harshly into his ear and his other hand rubbed arcs along the curve of his ass. After a moment he pulled his fingers away from Hyunseung, running a finger teasingly along his lips. Hyunseung nipped at them as they retreated. Junhyung chuckled and then, moving a cheek with one hand, he slowly pushed his fingers into Hyunseung. Hyunseung yelped and grit his teeth, pressing his forehead against his hands to distract himself.
“My god, Jun,” he gasped, “don’t you have lube?”
Junhyung grinned ferally as he scissored his fingers, already imagining his cock going into that tight heat. “I do,” he said, wiggling a finger purposely, “I just can’t be bothered to get it right now.”
“You…ass…” Hyunseung said before moaning loudly as Junhyung did something right inside his body and pleasure bloomed deep in the pit of his stomach.
“And loving it,” Junhyung agreed. He toyed with Hyunseung a little bit more, finding what made the artist moan, made him whimper, made me gasp-he toyed with Hyunseung and then he removed his fingers. “Do you want me to get the lube, Seung?” he asked, defying the animal in him that demanded to take the smaller man dry.
Hyunseung worried his lower lip, silent for a moment before nodding. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just been a while.”
Junhyung was pleased with that tidbit of information, even though he knew he had no ability to deny the artist from having past relations. “Don’t be sorry,” he said, kissing the small of Hyunseung’s back and getting off the bed, walking to the drawer by his bed. Hyunseung watched him walk, stared at his naked body, eyed his erect cock waiting to be pressed inside him. He was impatient for it.
“Jun,” he urged, staring lustily at the rapper coming back to him. Junhyung laughed in this throat and it sounded like a growl.
“I’m coming, baby, don’t worry.” Hyunseung made a face at the entendre but said nothing, eager for more. The mattress dipped as Junhyung settled back on the bed, going back to his previous position behind the smaller man. He popped the cap off the lube and smeared some over his cock, wincing at the cool gel contrasting with his hot flesh. The contact of his hand on his sensitive cock almost had him thrusting into Hyunseung wildly and pounding without restraint, but he controlled himself. Instead he grabbed Hyunseung’s hip with one hand and lined his cock against the artist’s hole with the other. Hyunseung gasped at the blunt tip nudging at his entrance and he pushed back, breaching the tip himself. Junhyung dropped his head and hissed, pushing slowly the rest of the way into the tightness. Hyunseung let out a whimper and his fists tightened.
Junhyung fully sheathed himself inside the other man and moved a hand to pet at Hyunseung’s orange locks. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he managed to get out.
Hyunseung took in a few breaths. Junhyung wrapped his hand around one of his fists and pried the fingers apart. Hyunseung focused on Junhyung’s actions as the rapper weaved their fingers together and pressed them closed. “I should have known you’d have a romantic side,” Hyunseung teased, wincing as he moved and jostled the cock shoved inside him.
Junhyung’s eyes widened at the shift and he managed to choke out a laugh. “Yeah well, you bring out the best in me.” Hyunseung took one last breath and then pulled himself forward, feeling the hardness slide out of him, before he impaled himself back on the rapper’s erection. Junhyung groaned and used his hand on Hyunseung’s hip to move the smaller man, setting up a steady rhythm. Hyunseung rocked forward; head bobbing with Junhyung’s thrusts and the rapper all but lay on the artist, pressing his stomach against the curve of his back. Hyunseung smelled sex, felt Junhyung’s sweaty skin against his and reveled in the steady motion inside him. His cock was gently brushing against the sheets with each rock, and the slow torture was adding to his unbearable pleasure. Sweat was slicking their still grasped hands and Hyunseung tightened his grip, feeling Junhyung’s fingers tighten in response. His pace picked up and Hyunseung yelped as the pleasure was back, a spot being hit intermittently between thrusts. He began to moan wantonly, arching is back and pressing back against Junhyung’s hips. Junhyung felt himself losing control, the heat squeezing his cock unbearable and he lost himself in ecstasy, pounding into Hyunseung at a rapid pace. Hyunseung felt himself tensing, felt his impending orgasm and gasped into the sheets, “Jun, just…more.”
And like magic Junhyung understood, slamming himself one last time against Hyunseung’s prostate and the artist was cumming hard into the sheets that had been tormenting his cock. Junhyung kept up his brutal pace as Hyunseung was still coming down from his high. He stared at Hyunseung’s face, eyes glazed and pretty mouth open and he finally came, burying himself to the hilt and releasing everything into the artist. He then bonelessly collapsed against the smaller man’s back and panted against his skin, glistening with sweat.
After a moment he untangled his hand from Hyunseung’s and pushed himself up, pulling out of the artist and watching as a bit of his cum followed. He nearly groaned at the erotic sight and instead swiped a bit from the inside of Hyunseung’s thigh and brought it to his lips.
Hyunseung stared at the rapper’s action from the corner to his eyes, face still pressed to the mattress, and swore that if he hadn’t just cum that hard he’d be ready for a second round. Junhyung got off the bed and walked to the other side, maneuvering his way in the darkness. He climbed into bed, pulled the sheet away from the top, and crawled under it. He patted the spot next to him, watching as Hyunseung sluggishly pulled himself next to rapper. Junhyung scooted down and put his head on a pillow, wrapping an arm around the artist and pressing their bodies close together. Hyunseung rested his head on the other man’s shoulder and breathed lightly against his neck. With one hand, Junhyung brought the blanket over their naked bodies. He angled his body towards Hyunseung’s, tangling their legs together and pressing his chin down on the top of Hyunseung’s hair. For a minute only their breathing could be heard before Junhyung broke the silence.
“You know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Hyunseung’s head, “Since I’m already moving fast with you, can I just say that I think I’m falling in love?”
Hyunseung giggled quietly into the crook of his neck. “It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Junhyung jostled the arm Hyunseung’s head was resting on, and Hyunseung laughed.
“No,” Junhyung said, a mischievous smile on his face, “it’s the sex.”
Hyunseung leaned forward and kissed Junhyung’s neck. “It’s alright,” he said, ignoring the rapper’s snarky comment, “If it makes you feel better, I’m falling for you too. After all, I’ve only liked you forever.”
Junhyung grinned and wrapped his arm tighter around Hyunseung’s shoulders, other arm coming up to stoke his cheek. “Good,” he said, “only look at me.”
Hyunseung said nothing and instead slowly drifted to sleep, Junhyung’s pulse and warmth lulling him to oblivion. Junhyung stayed up for another hour, gently running his hand along the artist’s face and gazing at the man in his arms.
A.N: I love this one. And I have no idea why but oh well~
Pairing: Junseung
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After Junhyung’s declaration.
A.N: you know you are a yaoi fangirl when you find a “she” among the pronouns and go “omg what the eff is that?! Ew, get it away!”
Brushstrokes (6.5)
“Please,” he panted wetly into the other’s mouth. “Please let me make you feel good.”
Hyunseung looked into pleading, lusty eyes and nodded, latching his hands behind the rapper’s neck. Junhyung’s hands began moving, undoing the smaller man’s jeans and sliding them down his thighs, fingers brushing along creamy skin.
He shuffled down until his mouth was aligned with Hyunseung’s briefs, and he pressed his open lips against the material. Hyunseung gasped and arched his hips up towards the warmth. Junhyung grinned and his fingers tugged the briefs down to join Hyunseung’s jeans. He paused a moment to take in the sight of Hyunseung under him; hair askew, shirt pulled up, flushed face, panting chest, hard arousal. Junhyung’s mouth watered.
“I’m going to take my time getting to know every inch of you,” Junhyung declared.
Junhyung swiftly went down and took Hyunseung’s head in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking lightly. Hyunseung let out a squeak and arched his hips minutely. Junhyung firmly pressed hot palms on his bony hips to restrict movement and took more in his mouth. Hyunseung tossed his head. He stared at Junhyung’s mouth moving up and down his shaft and he hissed in a breath, the heat like a furnace, every nerve in his body tingling in pleasure. As Junhyung licked up and down, Hyunseung mewled and fisted his hands in curly brown hair. He tried to push the rapper’s head down further to take more of him in, but Junhyung pulled back, smirking with wet lips at the lusty expression painted on Hyunseung’s face.
“Eager, are we Seung?” he teased, crawling up the artist’s body and planting a harsh kiss on his lips. Hyunseung growled and nipped at his tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Junhyung’s hands made quick work of Hyunseung’s shirt before going back to naked skin, relishing in the goose bumps that brushed along otherwise smooth arms. Hyunseung divested Junhyung of his shirt and lightly ran his fingertips down, down, down his chest, brushing against hardened nipples and coming to poke teasingly in his waistband. He stroked his finger around the sensitive skin and Junhyung moaned into his mouth.
“Seung,” he mumbled wetly, not fully parting from the artist’s lips.
Hyunseung hummed against his lips, biting at the rapper’s lower lip and dipping his tongue into his mouth playfully. His fingers fiddled with Junhyung’s jean buttons. Junhyung’s eyes fluttered as he dragged them open, bringing himself out of the mindless pleasure of Hyunseung’s lips and into semi-coherency. He pulled his head back, placing hands flat on Hyunseung’s chest as he moved to a sitting position. Hyunseung moved his head up, trying to follow the rapper’s lips but Junhyung was too fast. The artist bonelessly thunked his head back against the cushion, choosing instead to let out a vocal sigh and gently undulate against the rapper’s hips. Junhyung practically ripped Hyunseung’s hands away from his purchase on his jeans and stood next to the couch, pulling them off himself. Hyunseung stared hungrily at the naked skin he revealed and gracefully moved off the couch, pressing their chests together and attacking his neck.
Junhyung tilted his head and allowed the artist to suck on his neck as he took his time running hands along his slender back, down to his ass and gripping it, shoving their groins together and causing Hyunseung to bite at the skin his mouth was toying with. Junhyung slid his hands down a little further to thin thighs and in one move hoisted the artist’s legs up around his waist. Hyunseung eep-ed and clutched onto his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. Junhyung walked them over to the window. He all but slammed Hyunseung’s back against the cold surface and grinned wickedly at the shudder that went up the artist’s body.
Their lips met again and Hyunseung moaned as his cock was pressed against Junhyung’s hard stomach. His hands grabbed at the rapper’s biceps, flexed with holding his weight up. Junhyung adjusted his hands, moving them further onto Hyunseung’s rear and his fingers ran alone the ridge of one cheek, dipping in to pet at his hole. Hyunseung squirmed in his grasp, fingers tightening on his arms and whimpering into his mouth. Junhyung wasn’t done however; he once again broke their kiss and this time he knelt down a little before grunting and moving Hyunseung higher, resting his thighs on his shoulders and pushing most of artist’s weight against the window.
“Jun,” Hyunseung gasped, almost delirious from Junhyung’s display of strength. His body was high from the ground and Junhyung’s warm breath caressed his hardened arousal. Junhyung kissed along the sensitive skin of Hyunseung’s thighs before swallowing his cock again, already addicted to the taste. Hyunseung’s head flew back, slamming against the window as he thrust forward. Junhyung’s hands were iron grips on his hips and the cold window reminded Hyunseung constantly of where he was. Tilting his head, he could see the lights of the city blinking far below them. Someone could look up from an adjacent building and see them. Somehow the thought got him harder.
Junhyung separated his mouth from Hyunseung’s cock with a wet pop and suddenly dropped the artist to the floor. Hyunseung wavered a moment, wobbly with pleasure, and Junhyung lifted him princess-style and walked them through a nearby door, into a darkened room. Hyunseung made out a bed in the murky blackness. “Are you going to be carrying me this whole time?” Hyunseung asked breathlessly, amused despite his painful arousal.
“Only because you’re too damned light,” Junhyung quipped back, plopping Hyunseung on the bed. “Now go on your stomach.”
Hyunseung turned and propped himself on his forearms, propping his ass in the air and settling his head on his clasped hands. Junhyung took a moment to admire the view in front of him before climbing on the bed behind the artist. Laying his chest on Hyunseung’s back and moving his hand around to Hyunseung’s face, Junhyung separated two fingers from the rest. Hyunseung took the proffered fingers into his mouth, tongue curling around the digits like he would Junhyung’s cock, if given the chance. Junhyung breathed harshly into his ear and his other hand rubbed arcs along the curve of his ass. After a moment he pulled his fingers away from Hyunseung, running a finger teasingly along his lips. Hyunseung nipped at them as they retreated. Junhyung chuckled and then, moving a cheek with one hand, he slowly pushed his fingers into Hyunseung. Hyunseung yelped and grit his teeth, pressing his forehead against his hands to distract himself.
“My god, Jun,” he gasped, “don’t you have lube?”
Junhyung grinned ferally as he scissored his fingers, already imagining his cock going into that tight heat. “I do,” he said, wiggling a finger purposely, “I just can’t be bothered to get it right now.”
“You…ass…” Hyunseung said before moaning loudly as Junhyung did something right inside his body and pleasure bloomed deep in the pit of his stomach.
“And loving it,” Junhyung agreed. He toyed with Hyunseung a little bit more, finding what made the artist moan, made him whimper, made me gasp-he toyed with Hyunseung and then he removed his fingers. “Do you want me to get the lube, Seung?” he asked, defying the animal in him that demanded to take the smaller man dry.
Hyunseung worried his lower lip, silent for a moment before nodding. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just been a while.”
Junhyung was pleased with that tidbit of information, even though he knew he had no ability to deny the artist from having past relations. “Don’t be sorry,” he said, kissing the small of Hyunseung’s back and getting off the bed, walking to the drawer by his bed. Hyunseung watched him walk, stared at his naked body, eyed his erect cock waiting to be pressed inside him. He was impatient for it.
“Jun,” he urged, staring lustily at the rapper coming back to him. Junhyung laughed in this throat and it sounded like a growl.
“I’m coming, baby, don’t worry.” Hyunseung made a face at the entendre but said nothing, eager for more. The mattress dipped as Junhyung settled back on the bed, going back to his previous position behind the smaller man. He popped the cap off the lube and smeared some over his cock, wincing at the cool gel contrasting with his hot flesh. The contact of his hand on his sensitive cock almost had him thrusting into Hyunseung wildly and pounding without restraint, but he controlled himself. Instead he grabbed Hyunseung’s hip with one hand and lined his cock against the artist’s hole with the other. Hyunseung gasped at the blunt tip nudging at his entrance and he pushed back, breaching the tip himself. Junhyung dropped his head and hissed, pushing slowly the rest of the way into the tightness. Hyunseung let out a whimper and his fists tightened.
Junhyung fully sheathed himself inside the other man and moved a hand to pet at Hyunseung’s orange locks. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he managed to get out.
Hyunseung took in a few breaths. Junhyung wrapped his hand around one of his fists and pried the fingers apart. Hyunseung focused on Junhyung’s actions as the rapper weaved their fingers together and pressed them closed. “I should have known you’d have a romantic side,” Hyunseung teased, wincing as he moved and jostled the cock shoved inside him.
Junhyung’s eyes widened at the shift and he managed to choke out a laugh. “Yeah well, you bring out the best in me.” Hyunseung took one last breath and then pulled himself forward, feeling the hardness slide out of him, before he impaled himself back on the rapper’s erection. Junhyung groaned and used his hand on Hyunseung’s hip to move the smaller man, setting up a steady rhythm. Hyunseung rocked forward; head bobbing with Junhyung’s thrusts and the rapper all but lay on the artist, pressing his stomach against the curve of his back. Hyunseung smelled sex, felt Junhyung’s sweaty skin against his and reveled in the steady motion inside him. His cock was gently brushing against the sheets with each rock, and the slow torture was adding to his unbearable pleasure. Sweat was slicking their still grasped hands and Hyunseung tightened his grip, feeling Junhyung’s fingers tighten in response. His pace picked up and Hyunseung yelped as the pleasure was back, a spot being hit intermittently between thrusts. He began to moan wantonly, arching is back and pressing back against Junhyung’s hips. Junhyung felt himself losing control, the heat squeezing his cock unbearable and he lost himself in ecstasy, pounding into Hyunseung at a rapid pace. Hyunseung felt himself tensing, felt his impending orgasm and gasped into the sheets, “Jun, just…more.”
And like magic Junhyung understood, slamming himself one last time against Hyunseung’s prostate and the artist was cumming hard into the sheets that had been tormenting his cock. Junhyung kept up his brutal pace as Hyunseung was still coming down from his high. He stared at Hyunseung’s face, eyes glazed and pretty mouth open and he finally came, burying himself to the hilt and releasing everything into the artist. He then bonelessly collapsed against the smaller man’s back and panted against his skin, glistening with sweat.
After a moment he untangled his hand from Hyunseung’s and pushed himself up, pulling out of the artist and watching as a bit of his cum followed. He nearly groaned at the erotic sight and instead swiped a bit from the inside of Hyunseung’s thigh and brought it to his lips.
Hyunseung stared at the rapper’s action from the corner to his eyes, face still pressed to the mattress, and swore that if he hadn’t just cum that hard he’d be ready for a second round. Junhyung got off the bed and walked to the other side, maneuvering his way in the darkness. He climbed into bed, pulled the sheet away from the top, and crawled under it. He patted the spot next to him, watching as Hyunseung sluggishly pulled himself next to rapper. Junhyung scooted down and put his head on a pillow, wrapping an arm around the artist and pressing their bodies close together. Hyunseung rested his head on the other man’s shoulder and breathed lightly against his neck. With one hand, Junhyung brought the blanket over their naked bodies. He angled his body towards Hyunseung’s, tangling their legs together and pressing his chin down on the top of Hyunseung’s hair. For a minute only their breathing could be heard before Junhyung broke the silence.
“You know,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Hyunseung’s head, “Since I’m already moving fast with you, can I just say that I think I’m falling in love?”
Hyunseung giggled quietly into the crook of his neck. “It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Junhyung jostled the arm Hyunseung’s head was resting on, and Hyunseung laughed.
“No,” Junhyung said, a mischievous smile on his face, “it’s the sex.”
Hyunseung leaned forward and kissed Junhyung’s neck. “It’s alright,” he said, ignoring the rapper’s snarky comment, “If it makes you feel better, I’m falling for you too. After all, I’ve only liked you forever.”
Junhyung grinned and wrapped his arm tighter around Hyunseung’s shoulders, other arm coming up to stoke his cheek. “Good,” he said, “only look at me.”
Hyunseung said nothing and instead slowly drifted to sleep, Junhyung’s pulse and warmth lulling him to oblivion. Junhyung stayed up for another hour, gently running his hand along the artist’s face and gazing at the man in his arms.
A.N: I love this one. And I have no idea why but oh well~