[DRABBLE] Peach.
Title: Peach.
Group: U-KISS.
Pairing: Eli/Eli.
Rating: R.
Warning: Bad English, masturbation, has nothing to do with peaches.
Summary: Eli has sexy times by himself lol
N/A: Wank Drabble Challenge. :|
He can’t help it. He literally can’t, it’s automatic - when that certain song starts playing, bang, he suddenly feels all too hot and bothered to stay put. It’s not like he associates it to something, the lyrics aren’t even that dirty, but the song itself is so purely sexy that, when he hears the first notes, his breath hitches already.
Seizing the fact he’s alone at home, Eli lets the song seep through his skin, making his heart beat in that different, pleasant way. He sighs as the vocalist half-whispers the lyrics, his hands slowly finding their way towards the promised land. Eli hastily puts the song on loop, even though it barely began, and lazily rubs his own clothed crotch, closing his eyes. He doesn’t even imagine anything specifically, he just - he feels sexy at that moment, and purrs, biting his lower lip.
Eli is not usually up for taking things slow, but, at this kind of moment, he sees no need to rush. When he gets tired of rubbing over his pants, he slips his hands down the waistband, teasing himself over the thin fabric of his boxers. The air slowly gets more heated, following the pace of the song, and a smile graces Eli’s lips as he feels himself growing harder and harder under his slow, gentle fingers. The song ends, and quickly begins again, before the mood can even falter. Eli shivers, pushing his boxer down and caressing his bare skin, arching his back. It feels so good… he sighs, touching himself in all the right ways that only he knew for sure. He’s completely hard now, so hard that his shaft is intensely blushed, and he hums when, as he finally pulls his pants down, the flesh is teased with relatively cool air.
The song repeats itself again, and Eli finds himself enjoying it more and more, stroking his hard-on while travelling in the wonders of the melody. The tune is like liquid passion in his veins, velvety to his ears and he doesn’t want it to ever end, ever. As the vocalist sings a high, breathy note, Eli groans, quickening the pace of his hand; the time to go unrushed is long gone. He starts panting, slowly but certainly approaching the edge, and he quickens the pace a bit more, moaning as he feels closer, closer, so close, close enough to taste it.
The vocalist purrs and hums the lyrics as he comes, hot, flushed, panting hard. Even after he climaxes, after his seed gets on his pants and on the uncovered part of his thigh, he still feels involved in a sexy atmosphere, as if he’s floating. The song comes to an end, and Eli deactivates the loop function of his player before getting up to clean himself, lazily satisfied. He has to remove that song from his playlist, though. The consequences of listening to it in public places could be quite… inappropriate.
Group: U-KISS.
Pairing: Eli/Eli.
Rating: R.
Warning: Bad English, masturbation, has nothing to do with peaches.
Summary: Eli has sexy times by himself lol
N/A: Wank Drabble Challenge. :|
He can’t help it. He literally can’t, it’s automatic - when that certain song starts playing, bang, he suddenly feels all too hot and bothered to stay put. It’s not like he associates it to something, the lyrics aren’t even that dirty, but the song itself is so purely sexy that, when he hears the first notes, his breath hitches already.
Seizing the fact he’s alone at home, Eli lets the song seep through his skin, making his heart beat in that different, pleasant way. He sighs as the vocalist half-whispers the lyrics, his hands slowly finding their way towards the promised land. Eli hastily puts the song on loop, even though it barely began, and lazily rubs his own clothed crotch, closing his eyes. He doesn’t even imagine anything specifically, he just - he feels sexy at that moment, and purrs, biting his lower lip.
Eli is not usually up for taking things slow, but, at this kind of moment, he sees no need to rush. When he gets tired of rubbing over his pants, he slips his hands down the waistband, teasing himself over the thin fabric of his boxers. The air slowly gets more heated, following the pace of the song, and a smile graces Eli’s lips as he feels himself growing harder and harder under his slow, gentle fingers. The song ends, and quickly begins again, before the mood can even falter. Eli shivers, pushing his boxer down and caressing his bare skin, arching his back. It feels so good… he sighs, touching himself in all the right ways that only he knew for sure. He’s completely hard now, so hard that his shaft is intensely blushed, and he hums when, as he finally pulls his pants down, the flesh is teased with relatively cool air.
The song repeats itself again, and Eli finds himself enjoying it more and more, stroking his hard-on while travelling in the wonders of the melody. The tune is like liquid passion in his veins, velvety to his ears and he doesn’t want it to ever end, ever. As the vocalist sings a high, breathy note, Eli groans, quickening the pace of his hand; the time to go unrushed is long gone. He starts panting, slowly but certainly approaching the edge, and he quickens the pace a bit more, moaning as he feels closer, closer, so close, close enough to taste it.
The vocalist purrs and hums the lyrics as he comes, hot, flushed, panting hard. Even after he climaxes, after his seed gets on his pants and on the uncovered part of his thigh, he still feels involved in a sexy atmosphere, as if he’s floating. The song comes to an end, and Eli deactivates the loop function of his player before getting up to clean himself, lazily satisfied. He has to remove that song from his playlist, though. The consequences of listening to it in public places could be quite… inappropriate.