[oneshot] some byungder smut
Title: Untitled Byungder PWP.
Group: MBLAQ.
Pairing: G.O/Cheondoong.
Rating: R.
Warning: Porn, bad English, bad... just bad.
Summary: 4378 words of slightly trashy, plotless g.o/cheondoong sex.
N/A: I don't know either.
When it comes to sex, it’s no secret to anyone that Byunghee is a needy man. He likes to define his sexual drive as perfectly healthy, even if innerly admitting it’s a bit more than that. He doesn’t know, for an example, what meant not to be in the mood for sex. You have to be in a mood for sex? Byunghee lived in the mood.
And if he had been to name one MBLAQ member that would be able to keep up with him - only in his mind, of course, because that was sort of extremely wrong - he’d have certainly guessed Cheolyong first; if asked for a second choice, Changsun. Out of his four colleagues, the one he least expected to be a good match to his own sexual appetite would be, way below Seungho, Sanghyun. Not that Byunghee had a solid reason to think of Sanghyun so purely, but seriously; it was Sanghyun. Slightly sadistic, yes, and megalomaniac, yes, but still Sanghyun, and Sanghyun was a kitten.
Needless to say that the kitten image was violently shattered when Sanghyun first showed Byunghee what exactly he could do when he was in the so mystical mood. Convincing Byunghee to do him had been a hard work well done, Byunghee had to admit, for it took him several wet kisses and a lap dance to take the older one’s self control away, when he’d have fallen for less if it weren’t Sanghyun, his cutely devilish dongsaeng, whispering low into his ear about how much he wanted Byunghee’s dick in his mouth. After that, Byunghee stopped associating the words ‘Sanghyun’ and ‘kitten’ in his mind, unless if it involved also the word ‘sexy outfit’. What a sinner he was. Byunghee was relieved for knowing that Seungho was unable to read minds.
The thing was, as wild as Sanghyun could get when he wanted to, he was in fact rather composed during most part of their sexual escapades. It got Byunghee nuts, because damn, he wanted Sanghyun to want him so, so bad (at this point, Byunghee admitted being almost as megalomaniac as his dongsaeng) that his mind would be blown every single time. After all, Byunghee was a man that aimed for nothing but the absolute best. For that reason, he had thought of tactics to make Sanghyun crazy for him again, feeling extremely clever.
It shouldn’t be that hard, since Byunghee was a really fine young man with very sexy eyes (or so had his make-up artist told him), but good Jesus, Sanghyun definitely was the unexpressive one among them, unexpectedly beating Seungho once again. Byunghee tried changing his hairdo, changing his perfume, choosing sexier accessories, even changing his talking voice, and then eventually he ran out of small changes to make, as well as subtle, sexy gestures to ‘accidentally’ make, so he resorted to the last option. Sex withdrawal. Byunghee never thought he’d go such extents just to tease someone else, but he believed that it was a scientific experience, with the possibility of seriously rewarding results.
It’s not a spoken withdrawal; Byunghee just smartly avoided the little breaches in time that were usually used to go to Sanghyun and sex him up, using silly tricks like pretending to fall asleep in the van and then heading straight to bed at home, or pretending to be focused on lyrics he was writing and ‘working’ on it during all of his free time, et cetera. It usually involved lots of pretending and self-control, for as the days were passing and the weeks went by, Byunghee’s sex-deprived mind started seeing all the small chances as extremely tempting. The day he and Sanghyun went back home in the same van, just the two of them (and the driver… but Byunghee was sure the driver wouldn’t have minded), the day Seungho, Cheolyong and Changsun held an impromptu speed-eating match in the kitchen just when Sanghyun was about to take a shower (it’d have been so easy to just slip into the bathroom… no one would’ve heard a thing, given how noisy the match had been), or that time everyone was sleeping (Byunghee could have kidnapped Sanghyun and taken him somewhere…), all these moments were wearing Byunghee’s resolution thin. It was Sanghyun’s fault, obviously, for not breaking down first.
Then, a certain day, when Changsun and Seungho were out on their respective schedule activities, Cheolyong told Byunghee, who was trying to convince himself not to watch porn since this would actually make everything worse, that he’d be out for some hours.
“I’m going to get my hair done,” Cheolyong explained. “And cleanse my skin, this kind of stuff.”
“Why are you getting your hair done today?” Byunghee frowned, not remembering any reason why Cheolyong, usually careless with his looks, would want to get his hair fixed.
“I want look good!” Cheolyong justified with a grin. “Manager hyung said that my hair’s too matte. Besides, I think there has been too much tension going on, and I just want to relax.”
Byunghee squinted his eyes at the maknae, getting his hint but refusing to realize what that meant. Cheolyong just kept grinning mischievously.
“Have a nice time then,” Byunghee said suspiciously.
“You too,” Cheolyong gave his final blow before slipping away from Byunghee’s arm range and leaving the apartment.
Great. Byunghee and Sanghyun were alone in the apartment. The other three weren’t expected to be back for some hours. Byunghee needed some kind of physical contact. Based on previous experiences, he could tell that Sanghyun was willing to give him the physical contact he needed. And yet! He absolutely refused to give in, as it’d make no fucking sense to have spent the previous weeks forbidding himself to touch the younger one and then throw it all away and have his way with him like he usually did. No, that was not an option. Byunghee was a grown man who had total control over his own sexuality, and he would not let a kitten (a sexy, cheeky kitten) get to his nerves like that.
Byunghee had yet to notice that said kitten was kneeling beside the couch he was lying down on, and, when he did, he jumped, startled. Sanghyun was the perfect portrait of innocence at that moment, his thoughtful face leant on his hands, observing Byunghee with eyes so pure.
“What’s up?” Byunghee awkwardly asked.
“I’m bored,” Sanghyun confessed. Byunghee wished he had said anything but that.
“Go play your games,” he suggested.
“I can’t focus on any game right now,” Sanghyun licked his lips, and Byunghee felt his strings being pulled.
“Then, what do you want to do?” he probably shouldn’t have asked that…
Sanghyun poked his ribs softly, lying his head on Byunghee’s stomach. “I don’t know,” his voice was practically a whisper, but didn’t sound malicious. “Something fun.”
Oh, you minx, I’ll show you something fun, was what Byunghee wanted to say, but what came out instead was, “I’m out of ideas, though. Wanna’ hog Seungho’s wii? He doesn’t need to know.”
“I told you I don’t want to play videogames,” Sanghyun whined, making a face. “Let’s play with something else.”
At this point, Byunghee was already repeating calming mantras in his head with such intensity that he wasn’t sure if he was saying them out loud or not. Keep calm. He needed to keep calm and carry on. Or should he not carry on?
“Did I do something wrong?” Sanghyun asked sweetly, now playing with Byunghee’s ear. Be strong, self. “Are you mad at me?”
“No,” Byunghee said simply, knowing that if just he held it together for just a bit longer, Sanghyun would break and he would win. “Why do you think I’m mad at you?”
“You’re avoiding me,” Sanghyun pointed out, inching closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t touch me anymore,” Sanghyun’s hands moved to Byunghee’s chin. Be strong. Be strong be strong be strong. “Let’s make a deal?” he made a pause as if waiting for Byunghee’s answer, but went on even when the older one said nothing. “If you forgive me, I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”
That pulled the last of Byunghee’s strings. In one swift move, he grabbed Sanghyun’s shirt and threw the younger on the floor, straddling him with no difficulty. Sanghyun looked like he hadn’t seen that coming at all, and that just pissed Byunghee off even more.
“Don’t tease me, twink,” Byunghee growled menacingly, undone hair falling over his eyes. “You think you can handle me, huh? If I did all the things I want to do to you, you’d come undone like a goddamn muffin.”
Byunghee felt Sanghyun shiver under his fists - that fucking kid was enjoying being threatened like that, it seemed, and yet he said nothing. Angry and unbearably turned on, Byunghee kissed Sanghyun with all he had, feeling his whole body heat up as he stole his dongsaeng’s breath, making Sanghyun squirm and whimper and pant so, so hard. Sanghyun’s moist, juicy lips… Byunghee kissed him again, doing what he could to make the younger forget to breathe, not letting go until he could hear Sanghyun’s gasps very clearly.
Then, Byunghee realized something relatively obvious - he was probably hurting Sanghyun for real. As much as he wanted to have the wildest of the sexual experiences, he hadn’t really received any kind of feedback yet. What if he really were hurting Sanghyun? But Byunghee’s worries died on the shore when Sanghyun’s hands went up Byunghee’s clothed thighs.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, still panting, looking beautifully blushed. “For God’s sake, don’t stop.”
Byunghee smirked. “You like it like this, mm? Such a kinky doll,” he licked his lips before attacking Sanghyun’s lips again, this time slipping his hands underneath the younger man’s shirt. Sanghyun’s nipples were already rock hard, and Byunghee loved it. He broke the kiss to pull Sanghyun’s shirt up with an accidental ripping noise, tossing it over the TV or somewhere near that, and kneeled up so he could pull his own pants down. Seizing the opportunity, Byunghee took his shirt off too, and Sanghyun sat up to better appreciate the view, whipping the corner of his mouth suggestively, grinning when Byunghee’s cock sprang free from his underwear.
“Suck,” Byunghee commanded, fingers already holding Sanghyun’s hair aggressively. The younger licked his lips naughtily, changing his position, getting on all fours and facing Byunghee’s cock, eyes fully focused on the shaft. He licked it without using his hands, moving the cock with his tongue as if toying with it, taking his sweet time to take it all the way in. When he did, however, he didn’t stop so soon, letting it penetrate his mouth till the tip touched the back of his throat.
Byunghee had always known Sanghyun could take it all the way in; in fact, Sanghyun enjoyed stuffing his mouth for some unknown reason, and as much as Byunghee was far from complaining, for that had rendered him unforgettable blowjobs in past occasions, he couldn’t help but to feel curious - how much could the younger take? How rough did he like it? How far could he go? Out of curiosity, Byunghee pushed his cock a bit further into Sanghyun’s throat, making the younger one moan and breathe heavily. When he tried to pull out, however, Sanghyun’s hands latched on his hips and pulled him forward again, forcing him to stay still.
“Fuck,” Byunghee growled aggressively, forcing Sanghyun to move his head along his length. Sanghyun had his eyes half-closed in bliss, unfocused and misty, as he pulled the shaft all the way out before ramming it in again, whimpering in a shrill voice. Byunghee would have worried about the integrity of Sanghyun’s throat if he weren’t so motherfucking turned on, thighs trembling as Sanghyun did his thing with excellence.
He sucked it hard before smearing saliva over the slit with his tongue, doing all the possible obscene little sounds as he rolled his eyes in pleasure. Byunghee had never thought he’d see Sanghyun so submissive, so shameless and disheveled just from sucking him off - even when he did it casually, he always seemed like the one in charge, never messy or desperate. His lips were turning ruby red from the stretching and abusing, and his cheeks were catching up, a thin layer of perspiration cooling down his skin as he took as much as he could in, then slowly out, then back in. If he kept that up, Byunghee wouldn’t last much longer.
“Stop,” Byunghee waited till he seemed really, truly into it to forcefully pull him away, a trail of saliva connecting Sanghyun’s lips and the head of Byunghee’s cock. Sanghyun looked upset.
“I wanted you to come on my face,” his voice was rough and tinted with cheekiness.
“Later,” Byunghee promised, loving the idea. “I want to fuck you first.”
And so he intended to, when he finally realized he didn’t have lube or condoms with him at the moment. What to do? Well, there was no option but to go get them in his room - Sanghyun interrupted his thoughts. “Where are my pants?”
“You’re still wearing them,” Byunghee pointed out, amused. Sanghyun clicked his tongue, annoyed, before removing apparently a whole world of thin, dark gray packages from his back pockets and finally taking his pants off. Picking one of the packages up, Byunghee saw those were lube and condoms. He frowned. “You know I have a bottle of this, right?” he shook one of the lube packages.
“Story’s too long,” Sanghyun brushed it off, pulling Byunghee for a heated kiss. “Please.”
“Ssh, why the hurry?” Byunghee grinned, sucking Sanghyun’s bottom lip almost lazily, then letting it go with a soft wet sound. Ah, who did he think he was kidding? His dick was throbbing for Sanghyun already. He quickly turned Sanghyun around and pressed him against the floor once again, letting their naked erections rub against each other freely.
“Hyung,” but ah, Sanghyun did know which buttons to push, did he not? Byunghee felt a shiver go down his spine, he wasn’t used to his dongsaeng acting like such during sex; usually, the age difference came off with the pants. “Come on.”
“Hurry me up one more time and I’ll make you beg,” Byunghee threatened, ripping one of the lube packages with his teeth. Using half of the content, he coated Sanghyun’s entrance well, spreading it in circles, not penetrating him just yet; when he slowly started slipping the first finger in, it slid in easily. Sanghyun’s body was completely accepting and relaxed, burning hot to the touch, and Byunghee didn’t allow himself to rush while inserting the second finger. Sanghyun was wriggling in impatience, smart enough not to say a word, but getting his point across; Byunghee wondered if he should make him beg anyway, but decided against it. There had been enough foreplay - first class foreplay.
The third finger didn’t go in so gently. Byunghee could feel Sanghyun contract around his fingers as he curled them, stretching him mercilessly, already getting a condom for himself. How had Sanghyun gotten so many lube packs and condoms? And why, since he knew Byunghee had plenty of that with him? At the moment, that didn’t matter a single bit. What mattered was that Sanghyun was properly prepared, so it was time for Byunghee to get to business. Lifting his dongsaeng a bit, Byunghee let his cock be engulfed by his warmth, hissing at the blissful feeling - Sanghyun fit around him so well, it was as if the boy had been tailor-made for him, and Byunghee couldn’t resist such an inviting body. He started moving at a calm, preparatory rhythm, letting Sanghyun’s back rest against the couch.
“Mmf,” the younger one pushed himself onto Byunghee’s erection, forcing him to go faster. With a predatory smirk, Byunghee lifted him and penetrated him as deep as he could, seizing the perfect angle.
“Don’t make me tear you apart, kid,” ah, Byunghee loved to talk like that to Sanghyun. He knew that, if he got the green sign from Sanghyun, he could make him feel his hips burn for weeks, he could make tears roll down Sanghyun’s cheeks, and still have him begging for more. Byunghee knew Sanghyun’s body like he knew his own room, knew where to touch and where to suck, where to press, where to kiss. Being a week apart from that body had only fueled his desire to play with all the little details.
He fucked Sanghyun thoroughly, reaching all the way in and pulling all the way out, going deliberately slow. It felt so good, so damn good, to have Sanghyun in his arms again thee he just wanted to fuck him all over the goddamn place. Smirking to himself, Byunghee curved forward to kiss Sanghyun, brushing almost but not quite against the younger man’s prostate.
“Nghnfuck,” Sanghyun exhaled heavily, letting Byunghee kiss him in whatever way he wanted to, flushed and passive for once. Still kissing him, Byunghee lifted him up and got up, letting Sanghyun’s legs wrap around his waist, pushing him in. Ah, if any of their bandmates knew what they were about to do… entering the kitchen in hasty steps, Byunghee let Sanghyun go when they were close enough to the table for Sanghyun to turn around and bend over.
Byunghee loved Sanghyun’s backside, from the wide shoulders to the firm buttocks; it wasn’t exactly a fetish, not more than it was simple appreciation, or so he liked to tell himself. Maybe softly biting the flesh, from the base of Sanghyun’s neck to as low as he could reach, only to lick his way up again, wasn’t the sanest display of appreciation in the world, but Byunghee didn’t care. Sanghyun seemed to like it, if the smug grin he had in his face when he glanced to Byunghee was to be taken in consideration.
“What?” Byunghee leant over Sanghyun’s bent body to softly bite his ear. “Do you have any complaints?”
“Not exactly,” Sanghyun faked a nonchalant tone, but his voice was rough and shaky. “I was wondering if I should point out that I’m not being fucked hard enough.”
“Oh, that’s the issue? I apologize,” Byunghee pulled out, propelling himself, then slamming his way back in. When Sanghyun gasped, he did it again, biting his lip while watching Sanghyun arch his back in pleasure. “Is this enough, gentleman?”
“No,” Sanghyun emphatically growled.
So Byunghee did it again, and again, until he was fucking Sanghyun so hard that the table was moving in the same pace as his hips, adding the noise of wood hitting the floor to their heavy respiration and the wet sound of sex, which Byunghee loved. Sanghyun’s buttocks were turning bright red, and Sanghyun had his eyes shut closed, his mouth open in a silent scream, so fucking delectable and ravishing.
But Byunghee had to slow down or it’d be over too soon for him, so he did. He pulled Sanghyun against himself, assaulting the younger one’s neck while letting his hand travel down his torso, done with the teasing and groping Sanghyun vigorously. When Byunghee’s hands finally reached Sanghyun’s leaking cock, the latter moaned in relief, throwing his head back.
“My poor baby,” Byunghee teased, whispering into Sanghyun’s ear. “You were so hard there and your mean hyung didn’t touch you. So unfair.”
“You should choose between being aggressive or affectionate, you know,” Sanghyun said, panting hard.
“Should I?” Byunghee raised an eyebrow, applying slight pressure to Sanghyun’s cock, making him gasp beautifully.
“Not really, no,” Sanghyun quickly corrected himself, smiling.
Glad with the answer, Byunghee distributed light kisses on Sanghyun’s neck, sucking on the tender flesh once in a while, coupling it with a twisting movement of his wrist or a thumb over the head of Sanghyun’s cock. They were back on their feet again, and left a now very crooked kitchen table behind in order to carry on with their actions against the hallway’s wall, Byunghee’s cock still in Sanghyun.
“I’ll take it easy now,” Byunghee said, letting go of Sanghyun and starting to move his hips again.
“What-“ and then Sanghyun’s words died in his throat, because Byunghee was slowly, so slowly it was torturing, brushing the head of his cock against his prostrate. It made Sanghyun’s shudder, his flesh creeping with pleasure, and Byunghee was proud to know that trick and have saved it for that moment.
“Mm? What’s wrong?” Byunghee asked innocently at the same time he prodded in a little bit harder. Trying to angle himself in a more comfortable position, he turned Sanghyun around to face him again, shivering when their eyes met. Sanghyun looked so sexy like that, why had Byunghee stayed away from him again? He watched the boy’s hip tremble as he slowly nudged that spot again, his cock twitching. With a pleased grin, Byunghee got a hold of Sanghyun’s flushed cock again, stroking it just as slowly as his hip’s pace. Sanghyun huffed, impatiently.
“Stop,” the younger one growled, and Byunghee obeyed, halting his movements still. Sanghyun let out a frustrated growl. “No, stop teasing for fuck’s sake!”
“Tsk. Bossy dongsaeng,” Byunghee toyed with his balls, making his breathing go erratic. “Should I make you beg?”
“I am begging, Byunghee!” Sanghyun shouted, his voice cracking pitifully, and this did it for the older man.
He pulled Sanghyun for a rather ferocious kiss, now being merciful and fucking Sanghyun for real, thrusting fast, hitting his spot with amazing accuracy. Doing it against a wall, however, was not the proper way to do it, so Byunghee once again lifted Sanghyun and carried him, leaving tiny bite marks on his chest in the process. Having his hands free to explore, Sanghyun started playing with Byunghee’s nipples, making him whimper in pleasure, which made him grin mischievously. The fucking brat. As soon as they reached the nearest room, Byunghee threw him on the bed, not bothering to climb as well before smothering his chest with kisses, resuming his previous, very lucrative activity of fucking the younger man.
“Mmm,” Sanghyun purred contently, licking his bottom lip so, so naughtily. “Get over here.”
“What for?” Byunghee started kissing his chin.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me from behind?” Sanghyun smirkedy. Byunghee laughed, low and throaty.
“Oh, baby,” he cooed, climbing on the bed while kissing Sanghyun’s jaw, caressing his buttocks. “You know me so well,” they were facing each other from very close now, looking into each other’s eyes. “But I’ll do things a bit different today.”
That being said, Byunghee lifted Sanghyun’s legs and rested them against his shoulders, lifting Sanghyun’s lower back a bit so he could fit. When Byunghee gave his first thrust in that position, Sanghyun lost his air; the angle was perfect.
“Oh God,” it was perfect for Byunghee as well, as it made Sanghyun’s inner walls tighten around his cock incredibly. It was so good, it felt so fucking good, and in no time he was fucking Sanghyun fast, kissing his calves as his hand groped his yummy thighs.
Sanghyun was a mess; his whole body was flushed, covered in sweat, and he was making all those choky moans that were driving Byunghee crazy. His erection was swollen and wet with precum, crying for Byunghee’s attention, which he politely refused. He wanted to kiss Sanghyun, but couldn’t reach him in that position, so he had no option but to flip the younger one over, eliciting a tired but knowing grin from him.
“Aha,” he mumbled.
“Shut up,” Byunghee slapped his butt. Chuckling, Sanghyun lifted his hips, giving Byunghee a damn fine view.
Byunghee played with those meaty buttocks, pulling them to watch his cock go in and out Sanghyun, pushing them together to feel they rubbing against him. From the butt, Byunghee moved to Sanghyun’s neglected cock, loving the scream the younger one let out when his fingers wrapped around his balls.
“You feel so fucking good,” he leaned over Sanghyun to whisper into his ear, blowing how air on his nape, turning his head forcefully so they could kiss. With that, he got that angle again. “I could fuck you the whole week non-stop and still want more. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmf,” Sanghyun breathed out thoughtlessly. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud, and Byunghee took pleasure in going insanely fast, then slowing down and going as deep as he could, then go fast again. He could tell Sanghyun was trying not to moan; the younger one was usually a quiet person during sex, not making more noise than pants and small whimpers. Well, that was going to change. Byunghee went as fast as he could, abusing Sanghyun’s prostate at the same time he stroked his cock with swift, quick moves.
“A-ah!” the sound was so erotic, so needy - damn, Byunghee wanted to just eat him up. He let his free hand spread Sanghyun further open, making the skin red, abused.
“So tight,” Byunghee muttered, senses being slowly overwhelmed by the heat. Soon, it’d be over soon. “You’re so goddamn hot, Sanghyun.”
“Byunghee I-“ his voice was so high-pitched and uncontrolled. “I-ah-“
It took Byunghee few more thrusts to have Sanghyun melting in his hands, moaning and shaking and fuck, fuck that was way too much, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He rammed his throbbing cock into Sanghyun merciless, feeling sparkles fire his skin as he finally hit the spot, spurting enough sperm to overflow from the condom. It made a mess when Byunghee slid out, tired but satisfied, and no one seemed to mind.
They spent some minutes trying to catch their breaths, panting, lying down limp beside each other. After some time, Byunghee felt Sanghyun’s hand move beside his arm, inching closer - only to punch Byunghee’s arm with surprising strength.
“Ouch!” he yelped, clutching the attacked arm. “What was that for?!”
“Ignoring me for a week,” Sanghyun said, glaring at his hyung. “What was that for?”
“… nothing, really,” Byughee would rather not reveal the actual reason. “Scientific experiment.”
Sanghyun clicked his tongue, punching Byunghee again.
“I won’t do it again!” the older one quickly assured him, massaging the abused spot.
“You owe me one,” Sanghyun said simply.
Byunghee was happy with that.
Group: MBLAQ.
Pairing: G.O/Cheondoong.
Rating: R.
Warning: Porn, bad English, bad... just bad.
Summary: 4378 words of slightly trashy, plotless g.o/cheondoong sex.
N/A: I don't know either.
When it comes to sex, it’s no secret to anyone that Byunghee is a needy man. He likes to define his sexual drive as perfectly healthy, even if innerly admitting it’s a bit more than that. He doesn’t know, for an example, what meant not to be in the mood for sex. You have to be in a mood for sex? Byunghee lived in the mood.
And if he had been to name one MBLAQ member that would be able to keep up with him - only in his mind, of course, because that was sort of extremely wrong - he’d have certainly guessed Cheolyong first; if asked for a second choice, Changsun. Out of his four colleagues, the one he least expected to be a good match to his own sexual appetite would be, way below Seungho, Sanghyun. Not that Byunghee had a solid reason to think of Sanghyun so purely, but seriously; it was Sanghyun. Slightly sadistic, yes, and megalomaniac, yes, but still Sanghyun, and Sanghyun was a kitten.
Needless to say that the kitten image was violently shattered when Sanghyun first showed Byunghee what exactly he could do when he was in the so mystical mood. Convincing Byunghee to do him had been a hard work well done, Byunghee had to admit, for it took him several wet kisses and a lap dance to take the older one’s self control away, when he’d have fallen for less if it weren’t Sanghyun, his cutely devilish dongsaeng, whispering low into his ear about how much he wanted Byunghee’s dick in his mouth. After that, Byunghee stopped associating the words ‘Sanghyun’ and ‘kitten’ in his mind, unless if it involved also the word ‘sexy outfit’. What a sinner he was. Byunghee was relieved for knowing that Seungho was unable to read minds.
The thing was, as wild as Sanghyun could get when he wanted to, he was in fact rather composed during most part of their sexual escapades. It got Byunghee nuts, because damn, he wanted Sanghyun to want him so, so bad (at this point, Byunghee admitted being almost as megalomaniac as his dongsaeng) that his mind would be blown every single time. After all, Byunghee was a man that aimed for nothing but the absolute best. For that reason, he had thought of tactics to make Sanghyun crazy for him again, feeling extremely clever.
It shouldn’t be that hard, since Byunghee was a really fine young man with very sexy eyes (or so had his make-up artist told him), but good Jesus, Sanghyun definitely was the unexpressive one among them, unexpectedly beating Seungho once again. Byunghee tried changing his hairdo, changing his perfume, choosing sexier accessories, even changing his talking voice, and then eventually he ran out of small changes to make, as well as subtle, sexy gestures to ‘accidentally’ make, so he resorted to the last option. Sex withdrawal. Byunghee never thought he’d go such extents just to tease someone else, but he believed that it was a scientific experience, with the possibility of seriously rewarding results.
It’s not a spoken withdrawal; Byunghee just smartly avoided the little breaches in time that were usually used to go to Sanghyun and sex him up, using silly tricks like pretending to fall asleep in the van and then heading straight to bed at home, or pretending to be focused on lyrics he was writing and ‘working’ on it during all of his free time, et cetera. It usually involved lots of pretending and self-control, for as the days were passing and the weeks went by, Byunghee’s sex-deprived mind started seeing all the small chances as extremely tempting. The day he and Sanghyun went back home in the same van, just the two of them (and the driver… but Byunghee was sure the driver wouldn’t have minded), the day Seungho, Cheolyong and Changsun held an impromptu speed-eating match in the kitchen just when Sanghyun was about to take a shower (it’d have been so easy to just slip into the bathroom… no one would’ve heard a thing, given how noisy the match had been), or that time everyone was sleeping (Byunghee could have kidnapped Sanghyun and taken him somewhere…), all these moments were wearing Byunghee’s resolution thin. It was Sanghyun’s fault, obviously, for not breaking down first.
Then, a certain day, when Changsun and Seungho were out on their respective schedule activities, Cheolyong told Byunghee, who was trying to convince himself not to watch porn since this would actually make everything worse, that he’d be out for some hours.
“I’m going to get my hair done,” Cheolyong explained. “And cleanse my skin, this kind of stuff.”
“Why are you getting your hair done today?” Byunghee frowned, not remembering any reason why Cheolyong, usually careless with his looks, would want to get his hair fixed.
“I want look good!” Cheolyong justified with a grin. “Manager hyung said that my hair’s too matte. Besides, I think there has been too much tension going on, and I just want to relax.”
Byunghee squinted his eyes at the maknae, getting his hint but refusing to realize what that meant. Cheolyong just kept grinning mischievously.
“Have a nice time then,” Byunghee said suspiciously.
“You too,” Cheolyong gave his final blow before slipping away from Byunghee’s arm range and leaving the apartment.
Great. Byunghee and Sanghyun were alone in the apartment. The other three weren’t expected to be back for some hours. Byunghee needed some kind of physical contact. Based on previous experiences, he could tell that Sanghyun was willing to give him the physical contact he needed. And yet! He absolutely refused to give in, as it’d make no fucking sense to have spent the previous weeks forbidding himself to touch the younger one and then throw it all away and have his way with him like he usually did. No, that was not an option. Byunghee was a grown man who had total control over his own sexuality, and he would not let a kitten (a sexy, cheeky kitten) get to his nerves like that.
Byunghee had yet to notice that said kitten was kneeling beside the couch he was lying down on, and, when he did, he jumped, startled. Sanghyun was the perfect portrait of innocence at that moment, his thoughtful face leant on his hands, observing Byunghee with eyes so pure.
“What’s up?” Byunghee awkwardly asked.
“I’m bored,” Sanghyun confessed. Byunghee wished he had said anything but that.
“Go play your games,” he suggested.
“I can’t focus on any game right now,” Sanghyun licked his lips, and Byunghee felt his strings being pulled.
“Then, what do you want to do?” he probably shouldn’t have asked that…
Sanghyun poked his ribs softly, lying his head on Byunghee’s stomach. “I don’t know,” his voice was practically a whisper, but didn’t sound malicious. “Something fun.”
Oh, you minx, I’ll show you something fun, was what Byunghee wanted to say, but what came out instead was, “I’m out of ideas, though. Wanna’ hog Seungho’s wii? He doesn’t need to know.”
“I told you I don’t want to play videogames,” Sanghyun whined, making a face. “Let’s play with something else.”
At this point, Byunghee was already repeating calming mantras in his head with such intensity that he wasn’t sure if he was saying them out loud or not. Keep calm. He needed to keep calm and carry on. Or should he not carry on?
“Did I do something wrong?” Sanghyun asked sweetly, now playing with Byunghee’s ear. Be strong, self. “Are you mad at me?”
“No,” Byunghee said simply, knowing that if just he held it together for just a bit longer, Sanghyun would break and he would win. “Why do you think I’m mad at you?”
“You’re avoiding me,” Sanghyun pointed out, inching closer, lowering his voice. “You don’t touch me anymore,” Sanghyun’s hands moved to Byunghee’s chin. Be strong. Be strong be strong be strong. “Let’s make a deal?” he made a pause as if waiting for Byunghee’s answer, but went on even when the older one said nothing. “If you forgive me, I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”
That pulled the last of Byunghee’s strings. In one swift move, he grabbed Sanghyun’s shirt and threw the younger on the floor, straddling him with no difficulty. Sanghyun looked like he hadn’t seen that coming at all, and that just pissed Byunghee off even more.
“Don’t tease me, twink,” Byunghee growled menacingly, undone hair falling over his eyes. “You think you can handle me, huh? If I did all the things I want to do to you, you’d come undone like a goddamn muffin.”
Byunghee felt Sanghyun shiver under his fists - that fucking kid was enjoying being threatened like that, it seemed, and yet he said nothing. Angry and unbearably turned on, Byunghee kissed Sanghyun with all he had, feeling his whole body heat up as he stole his dongsaeng’s breath, making Sanghyun squirm and whimper and pant so, so hard. Sanghyun’s moist, juicy lips… Byunghee kissed him again, doing what he could to make the younger forget to breathe, not letting go until he could hear Sanghyun’s gasps very clearly.
Then, Byunghee realized something relatively obvious - he was probably hurting Sanghyun for real. As much as he wanted to have the wildest of the sexual experiences, he hadn’t really received any kind of feedback yet. What if he really were hurting Sanghyun? But Byunghee’s worries died on the shore when Sanghyun’s hands went up Byunghee’s clothed thighs.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, still panting, looking beautifully blushed. “For God’s sake, don’t stop.”
Byunghee smirked. “You like it like this, mm? Such a kinky doll,” he licked his lips before attacking Sanghyun’s lips again, this time slipping his hands underneath the younger man’s shirt. Sanghyun’s nipples were already rock hard, and Byunghee loved it. He broke the kiss to pull Sanghyun’s shirt up with an accidental ripping noise, tossing it over the TV or somewhere near that, and kneeled up so he could pull his own pants down. Seizing the opportunity, Byunghee took his shirt off too, and Sanghyun sat up to better appreciate the view, whipping the corner of his mouth suggestively, grinning when Byunghee’s cock sprang free from his underwear.
“Suck,” Byunghee commanded, fingers already holding Sanghyun’s hair aggressively. The younger licked his lips naughtily, changing his position, getting on all fours and facing Byunghee’s cock, eyes fully focused on the shaft. He licked it without using his hands, moving the cock with his tongue as if toying with it, taking his sweet time to take it all the way in. When he did, however, he didn’t stop so soon, letting it penetrate his mouth till the tip touched the back of his throat.
Byunghee had always known Sanghyun could take it all the way in; in fact, Sanghyun enjoyed stuffing his mouth for some unknown reason, and as much as Byunghee was far from complaining, for that had rendered him unforgettable blowjobs in past occasions, he couldn’t help but to feel curious - how much could the younger take? How rough did he like it? How far could he go? Out of curiosity, Byunghee pushed his cock a bit further into Sanghyun’s throat, making the younger one moan and breathe heavily. When he tried to pull out, however, Sanghyun’s hands latched on his hips and pulled him forward again, forcing him to stay still.
“Fuck,” Byunghee growled aggressively, forcing Sanghyun to move his head along his length. Sanghyun had his eyes half-closed in bliss, unfocused and misty, as he pulled the shaft all the way out before ramming it in again, whimpering in a shrill voice. Byunghee would have worried about the integrity of Sanghyun’s throat if he weren’t so motherfucking turned on, thighs trembling as Sanghyun did his thing with excellence.
He sucked it hard before smearing saliva over the slit with his tongue, doing all the possible obscene little sounds as he rolled his eyes in pleasure. Byunghee had never thought he’d see Sanghyun so submissive, so shameless and disheveled just from sucking him off - even when he did it casually, he always seemed like the one in charge, never messy or desperate. His lips were turning ruby red from the stretching and abusing, and his cheeks were catching up, a thin layer of perspiration cooling down his skin as he took as much as he could in, then slowly out, then back in. If he kept that up, Byunghee wouldn’t last much longer.
“Stop,” Byunghee waited till he seemed really, truly into it to forcefully pull him away, a trail of saliva connecting Sanghyun’s lips and the head of Byunghee’s cock. Sanghyun looked upset.
“I wanted you to come on my face,” his voice was rough and tinted with cheekiness.
“Later,” Byunghee promised, loving the idea. “I want to fuck you first.”
And so he intended to, when he finally realized he didn’t have lube or condoms with him at the moment. What to do? Well, there was no option but to go get them in his room - Sanghyun interrupted his thoughts. “Where are my pants?”
“You’re still wearing them,” Byunghee pointed out, amused. Sanghyun clicked his tongue, annoyed, before removing apparently a whole world of thin, dark gray packages from his back pockets and finally taking his pants off. Picking one of the packages up, Byunghee saw those were lube and condoms. He frowned. “You know I have a bottle of this, right?” he shook one of the lube packages.
“Story’s too long,” Sanghyun brushed it off, pulling Byunghee for a heated kiss. “Please.”
“Ssh, why the hurry?” Byunghee grinned, sucking Sanghyun’s bottom lip almost lazily, then letting it go with a soft wet sound. Ah, who did he think he was kidding? His dick was throbbing for Sanghyun already. He quickly turned Sanghyun around and pressed him against the floor once again, letting their naked erections rub against each other freely.
“Hyung,” but ah, Sanghyun did know which buttons to push, did he not? Byunghee felt a shiver go down his spine, he wasn’t used to his dongsaeng acting like such during sex; usually, the age difference came off with the pants. “Come on.”
“Hurry me up one more time and I’ll make you beg,” Byunghee threatened, ripping one of the lube packages with his teeth. Using half of the content, he coated Sanghyun’s entrance well, spreading it in circles, not penetrating him just yet; when he slowly started slipping the first finger in, it slid in easily. Sanghyun’s body was completely accepting and relaxed, burning hot to the touch, and Byunghee didn’t allow himself to rush while inserting the second finger. Sanghyun was wriggling in impatience, smart enough not to say a word, but getting his point across; Byunghee wondered if he should make him beg anyway, but decided against it. There had been enough foreplay - first class foreplay.
The third finger didn’t go in so gently. Byunghee could feel Sanghyun contract around his fingers as he curled them, stretching him mercilessly, already getting a condom for himself. How had Sanghyun gotten so many lube packs and condoms? And why, since he knew Byunghee had plenty of that with him? At the moment, that didn’t matter a single bit. What mattered was that Sanghyun was properly prepared, so it was time for Byunghee to get to business. Lifting his dongsaeng a bit, Byunghee let his cock be engulfed by his warmth, hissing at the blissful feeling - Sanghyun fit around him so well, it was as if the boy had been tailor-made for him, and Byunghee couldn’t resist such an inviting body. He started moving at a calm, preparatory rhythm, letting Sanghyun’s back rest against the couch.
“Mmf,” the younger one pushed himself onto Byunghee’s erection, forcing him to go faster. With a predatory smirk, Byunghee lifted him and penetrated him as deep as he could, seizing the perfect angle.
“Don’t make me tear you apart, kid,” ah, Byunghee loved to talk like that to Sanghyun. He knew that, if he got the green sign from Sanghyun, he could make him feel his hips burn for weeks, he could make tears roll down Sanghyun’s cheeks, and still have him begging for more. Byunghee knew Sanghyun’s body like he knew his own room, knew where to touch and where to suck, where to press, where to kiss. Being a week apart from that body had only fueled his desire to play with all the little details.
He fucked Sanghyun thoroughly, reaching all the way in and pulling all the way out, going deliberately slow. It felt so good, so damn good, to have Sanghyun in his arms again thee he just wanted to fuck him all over the goddamn place. Smirking to himself, Byunghee curved forward to kiss Sanghyun, brushing almost but not quite against the younger man’s prostate.
“Nghnfuck,” Sanghyun exhaled heavily, letting Byunghee kiss him in whatever way he wanted to, flushed and passive for once. Still kissing him, Byunghee lifted him up and got up, letting Sanghyun’s legs wrap around his waist, pushing him in. Ah, if any of their bandmates knew what they were about to do… entering the kitchen in hasty steps, Byunghee let Sanghyun go when they were close enough to the table for Sanghyun to turn around and bend over.
Byunghee loved Sanghyun’s backside, from the wide shoulders to the firm buttocks; it wasn’t exactly a fetish, not more than it was simple appreciation, or so he liked to tell himself. Maybe softly biting the flesh, from the base of Sanghyun’s neck to as low as he could reach, only to lick his way up again, wasn’t the sanest display of appreciation in the world, but Byunghee didn’t care. Sanghyun seemed to like it, if the smug grin he had in his face when he glanced to Byunghee was to be taken in consideration.
“What?” Byunghee leant over Sanghyun’s bent body to softly bite his ear. “Do you have any complaints?”
“Not exactly,” Sanghyun faked a nonchalant tone, but his voice was rough and shaky. “I was wondering if I should point out that I’m not being fucked hard enough.”
“Oh, that’s the issue? I apologize,” Byunghee pulled out, propelling himself, then slamming his way back in. When Sanghyun gasped, he did it again, biting his lip while watching Sanghyun arch his back in pleasure. “Is this enough, gentleman?”
“No,” Sanghyun emphatically growled.
So Byunghee did it again, and again, until he was fucking Sanghyun so hard that the table was moving in the same pace as his hips, adding the noise of wood hitting the floor to their heavy respiration and the wet sound of sex, which Byunghee loved. Sanghyun’s buttocks were turning bright red, and Sanghyun had his eyes shut closed, his mouth open in a silent scream, so fucking delectable and ravishing.
But Byunghee had to slow down or it’d be over too soon for him, so he did. He pulled Sanghyun against himself, assaulting the younger one’s neck while letting his hand travel down his torso, done with the teasing and groping Sanghyun vigorously. When Byunghee’s hands finally reached Sanghyun’s leaking cock, the latter moaned in relief, throwing his head back.
“My poor baby,” Byunghee teased, whispering into Sanghyun’s ear. “You were so hard there and your mean hyung didn’t touch you. So unfair.”
“You should choose between being aggressive or affectionate, you know,” Sanghyun said, panting hard.
“Should I?” Byunghee raised an eyebrow, applying slight pressure to Sanghyun’s cock, making him gasp beautifully.
“Not really, no,” Sanghyun quickly corrected himself, smiling.
Glad with the answer, Byunghee distributed light kisses on Sanghyun’s neck, sucking on the tender flesh once in a while, coupling it with a twisting movement of his wrist or a thumb over the head of Sanghyun’s cock. They were back on their feet again, and left a now very crooked kitchen table behind in order to carry on with their actions against the hallway’s wall, Byunghee’s cock still in Sanghyun.
“I’ll take it easy now,” Byunghee said, letting go of Sanghyun and starting to move his hips again.
“What-“ and then Sanghyun’s words died in his throat, because Byunghee was slowly, so slowly it was torturing, brushing the head of his cock against his prostrate. It made Sanghyun’s shudder, his flesh creeping with pleasure, and Byunghee was proud to know that trick and have saved it for that moment.
“Mm? What’s wrong?” Byunghee asked innocently at the same time he prodded in a little bit harder. Trying to angle himself in a more comfortable position, he turned Sanghyun around to face him again, shivering when their eyes met. Sanghyun looked so sexy like that, why had Byunghee stayed away from him again? He watched the boy’s hip tremble as he slowly nudged that spot again, his cock twitching. With a pleased grin, Byunghee got a hold of Sanghyun’s flushed cock again, stroking it just as slowly as his hip’s pace. Sanghyun huffed, impatiently.
“Stop,” the younger one growled, and Byunghee obeyed, halting his movements still. Sanghyun let out a frustrated growl. “No, stop teasing for fuck’s sake!”
“Tsk. Bossy dongsaeng,” Byunghee toyed with his balls, making his breathing go erratic. “Should I make you beg?”
“I am begging, Byunghee!” Sanghyun shouted, his voice cracking pitifully, and this did it for the older man.
He pulled Sanghyun for a rather ferocious kiss, now being merciful and fucking Sanghyun for real, thrusting fast, hitting his spot with amazing accuracy. Doing it against a wall, however, was not the proper way to do it, so Byunghee once again lifted Sanghyun and carried him, leaving tiny bite marks on his chest in the process. Having his hands free to explore, Sanghyun started playing with Byunghee’s nipples, making him whimper in pleasure, which made him grin mischievously. The fucking brat. As soon as they reached the nearest room, Byunghee threw him on the bed, not bothering to climb as well before smothering his chest with kisses, resuming his previous, very lucrative activity of fucking the younger man.
“Mmm,” Sanghyun purred contently, licking his bottom lip so, so naughtily. “Get over here.”
“What for?” Byunghee started kissing his chin.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me from behind?” Sanghyun smirkedy. Byunghee laughed, low and throaty.
“Oh, baby,” he cooed, climbing on the bed while kissing Sanghyun’s jaw, caressing his buttocks. “You know me so well,” they were facing each other from very close now, looking into each other’s eyes. “But I’ll do things a bit different today.”
That being said, Byunghee lifted Sanghyun’s legs and rested them against his shoulders, lifting Sanghyun’s lower back a bit so he could fit. When Byunghee gave his first thrust in that position, Sanghyun lost his air; the angle was perfect.
“Oh God,” it was perfect for Byunghee as well, as it made Sanghyun’s inner walls tighten around his cock incredibly. It was so good, it felt so fucking good, and in no time he was fucking Sanghyun fast, kissing his calves as his hand groped his yummy thighs.
Sanghyun was a mess; his whole body was flushed, covered in sweat, and he was making all those choky moans that were driving Byunghee crazy. His erection was swollen and wet with precum, crying for Byunghee’s attention, which he politely refused. He wanted to kiss Sanghyun, but couldn’t reach him in that position, so he had no option but to flip the younger one over, eliciting a tired but knowing grin from him.
“Aha,” he mumbled.
“Shut up,” Byunghee slapped his butt. Chuckling, Sanghyun lifted his hips, giving Byunghee a damn fine view.
Byunghee played with those meaty buttocks, pulling them to watch his cock go in and out Sanghyun, pushing them together to feel they rubbing against him. From the butt, Byunghee moved to Sanghyun’s neglected cock, loving the scream the younger one let out when his fingers wrapped around his balls.
“You feel so fucking good,” he leaned over Sanghyun to whisper into his ear, blowing how air on his nape, turning his head forcefully so they could kiss. With that, he got that angle again. “I could fuck you the whole week non-stop and still want more. And you’d love it, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmf,” Sanghyun breathed out thoughtlessly. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud, and Byunghee took pleasure in going insanely fast, then slowing down and going as deep as he could, then go fast again. He could tell Sanghyun was trying not to moan; the younger one was usually a quiet person during sex, not making more noise than pants and small whimpers. Well, that was going to change. Byunghee went as fast as he could, abusing Sanghyun’s prostate at the same time he stroked his cock with swift, quick moves.
“A-ah!” the sound was so erotic, so needy - damn, Byunghee wanted to just eat him up. He let his free hand spread Sanghyun further open, making the skin red, abused.
“So tight,” Byunghee muttered, senses being slowly overwhelmed by the heat. Soon, it’d be over soon. “You’re so goddamn hot, Sanghyun.”
“Byunghee I-“ his voice was so high-pitched and uncontrolled. “I-ah-“
It took Byunghee few more thrusts to have Sanghyun melting in his hands, moaning and shaking and fuck, fuck that was way too much, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He rammed his throbbing cock into Sanghyun merciless, feeling sparkles fire his skin as he finally hit the spot, spurting enough sperm to overflow from the condom. It made a mess when Byunghee slid out, tired but satisfied, and no one seemed to mind.
They spent some minutes trying to catch their breaths, panting, lying down limp beside each other. After some time, Byunghee felt Sanghyun’s hand move beside his arm, inching closer - only to punch Byunghee’s arm with surprising strength.
“Ouch!” he yelped, clutching the attacked arm. “What was that for?!”
“Ignoring me for a week,” Sanghyun said, glaring at his hyung. “What was that for?”
“… nothing, really,” Byughee would rather not reveal the actual reason. “Scientific experiment.”
Sanghyun clicked his tongue, punching Byunghee again.
“I won’t do it again!” the older one quickly assured him, massaging the abused spot.
“You owe me one,” Sanghyun said simply.
Byunghee was happy with that.