[infinite] porn prompt fills
rock the boat
infinite + the dreaming sea, woohyun + shin hyunjoon/sunggyu
nc-17, 1778w
prompt: "woohyun jerks off to the thought of sunggyu getting mercilessly fucked by one of his many sugar daddies." (originally posted here)
--sunggyu with shin hyunjoon, for your reference.
The running joke - subtly inferred in interviews, mercilessly repeated in the van - is that the best thing about Woohyun’s windowless box of a bedroom is the opportunity to masturbate freely. Woohyun doesn’t think it’s fair that Sungyeol has wound up doling out the teasing more than receiving it, since he has a single room as well. But then again, having a wrinkly, naked lizard-cat staring at you the whole time isn’t exactly erotic.
Neither, usually, is having to enter your bedroom through a bigger room shared by your manager, your two youngest and most pure-hearted friends, and worst of all, the dour and disapproving leader of your group. Woohyun thinks if Sungyeol or Hoya had to suffer that every night, they would realize how dire the situation really is. But Sunggyu isn’t here tonight; he’s out on a boat somewhere off the southern coast for the next few days, filming a show for KBS.
It’s stupid that Woohyun’s thinking about Sunggyu now, on the one night he isn’t here, but there’s something on his mind. A week before Sunggyu left, Dongwoo and Woohyun had gone down to the harbour at Yeouido to film a segment for the show. Sunggyu had demonstrated a few of the knots he’d learned at the previous day’s filming, fumbling a few takes before he got it, and then he and two of the other cast members had taken them out in the boat and sailed a slow, careful circle on the Han.
Dongwoo and Woohyun had followed the routine the group had established for variety, trying to provoke Sunggyu into a funny reaction, but Woohyun noticed that something was off. When Sunggyu messed up, they’d laughed at him and acted worried for their lives, but Shin Hyunjoon, with the same paternal air he had on TV, had given Sunggyu encouragement instead. He’d chatted with Sunggyu for most of the ride, the way he’d talk to a kid or a pet, and Sunggyu had stayed calm, and more than that, absorbed. Woohyun caught a look they exchanged at one point and instantly regretted it, darting his eyes back to the water while his stomach jolted. He’d seen Sunggyu look that soft before, though never directed at him, and he knew what it meant. Even Dongwoo had rolled his eyes at Woohyun at one point when the cameras were pointed elsewhere, mouthing, “The latest one.”
Woohyun’s known for a while now about Sunggyu’s relationships with older men, but it never gets less startling or unsettling. It isn’t the same as what they’d all encountered just after their debut, where industry seniors would quietly hint at better opportunities for Infinite if one of them would sit a little closer at an event or meet them privately for dinner. What Sunggyu does now - with Hyunjoon, with Hyungdon, with others that Woohyun knows he doesn’t know about - has nothing to do with sacrifice or martyrdom and everything to do with the glow on his face when Hyunjoon praised him, with the way he’d shivered a little and shifted his legs together behind the boat’s steering wheel when Hyunjoon put his hand on his shoulder, the way he’d hunched and made himself small.
Woohyun can picture it clearly: Sunggyu sitting on Hyunjoon’s lap, maybe inside the boat, at night, as it’s being rocked by the waves. Sunggyu’s wearing a striped shirt with an open neck that’s slipping off his shoulder, and he’s bowing his head forward with his eyes closed and letting Hyunjoon card his fingers through his hair. Hyunjoon runs his hands down Sunggyu’s shoulders and over his arms, while he tells Sunggyu how good a sailor he was today in a low tone. It doesn’t need to be Hyunjoon, really; he’s not the focus. The only things that matter are that he’s bigger than Sunggyu, so he can throw him around, and that he’s older than Sunggyu, so that Sunggyu will go limp with obedience automatically, will let whoever it is slip the collar of the shirt down and expose his long white shoulder and kiss the place where it meets his neck so he shudders closer.
He’d wrap his hands around and feel Sunggyu’s chest, maybe laugh and tell him that it was too soft for an idol’s. That would embarrass him, but he’d still moan and sigh as Hyunjoon’s big, square hands squeezed his chest and rolled his nipples between the finger and thumb. Woohyun brings his own hand up to his chest on the left side - it’s solid and flat, but his nipple is still hard under his t-shirt, and sensitive. He makes a little noise in the back of his throat and shifts his hips on the bed as his finger rubs over it.
Sunggyu would be responsive, too, and that's part of what makes Woohyun's stomach churn: the thought of Sunggyu grinding his butt into his hyung's crotch, arching his back and tilting back his head. Hyunjoon leans forward and whispers, "You little minx," affectionately, but it's the same word Sunggyu used on TV that got him into trouble and it makes him flush in shame.
Woohyun's cock is fully hard now, and his shirt is riding up. He rubs his bare stomach and thinks of Hyunjoon picking up Sunggyu and carrying him into the bedroom, and maybe there's a bed or maybe it's just some flat floor mattresses that he throws Sunggyu onto. Hyunjoon gets on his knees and pulls off Sunggyu's shirt, so that he’s only in his underwear, and then his own. Sunggyu stays on his back while the older man undoes his belt and then his pants, watching in a daze that’s half from moving so quickly and half from how turned on he is. Hyunjoon would catch him staring, Woohyun thinks; he’s fairly observant.
“You want it, eh, little one?” he asks, and Sunggyu whimpers and nods, his eyes closing with the action. Maybe someone else would force Sunggyu to say it out loud - Woohyun knows he would - but Hyunjoon is too nice, too loving. “All right, come here.”
He pulls his erect cock out of his pants and Sunggyu crawls forward, clumsy but eager. He looks up at his hyung as he takes the head of his cock in his mouth, keeping his eyes as big and cute as possible as he moves his head forward, his long tongue flat against the underside. Woohyun groans and lifts his hips off the bed once at the image of Sunggyu like this, almost naked and bent forward and submitting totally to his lover’s desires. He’d let Hyunjoon fuck his mouth, no question, let him tangle one hand in his crimped hair and keep the shape of his mouth stiff and tight while the older man thrust his hips back and forth. Woohyun thrusts too, and his dick slides against the front of his underwear and gives him a jolt all the way up his spine.
Woohyun reaches into his underwear and Hyunjoon pulls out, pushes Sunggyu onto his back and pulls his underwear down and off his body. Sunggyu bends his knees and rolls to one side modestly, but Hyunjoon forces him onto his back with his knees up by his chest. “So pretty like this,” he murmurs, stroking Sunggyu’s flushed cheek. “You’re such a good boy.”
Sunggyu moans and turns his face into the touch. Hyunjoon slides into him as Woohyun starts to stroke his cock, long, loose-wristed strokes that end just before the head, which is already wet and sensitive. He wants to make it last. He thinks of Sunggyu’s expression as Hyunjoon starts to fuck him: first he’d be gritting his teeth, his eyes squinted up but open, trying to keep eye contact, and then once Hyunjoon settled into a rhythm inside him his mouth would drop open and his eyes would close fully. Woohyun thinks of him lying back with one hand clenching the sheets and the other digging pretty fingers into his lover’s strong bicep. His free hand comes up and feels his own arm, the action of his muscles tensing and releasing again and again as he jerks himself off. He digs his fingernails in and pretends it’s someone else and groans, bucking his hips up to meet his fist.
Sunggyu would probably like being on his back best but Woohyun imagines other positions, too. There’s the obvious, with Sunggyu turned around and on his knees while Hyunjoon fucks him from behind, his belt buckle clamoring in time with the sound of his hips smacking Sunggyu’s ass, Sunggyu’s face in the pillows (and Woohyun turns his head towards his own pillow, feeling it squish his face into shape, thinking of someone holding his head there).
But Hyunjoon is old, at least compared to them, and he’d get tired eventually. He pulls out and sits back on the mattress, and tells Sunggyu to sit on his lap. Sunggyu sinks down slowly onto his cock like it’s their choreography, moaning with every centimetre that pushes deeper inside him. Woohyun’s asshole pulses, wanting the feeling of something opening him up too. He’s drooling a little. He wipes his mouth, then spits on his fingers, reaches back and rubs them against his hole and shudders at the sensation.
“Daddy,” Sunggyu warbles deliriously, “oh, daddy, you feel so good.” Woohyun shuts his eyes, panting, squeezing the wet head of his cock with his thumb. Sunggyu’s on his back again and his whole body bounces as Hyunjoon pounds into him, his cock pushing into his tight heat over and over. “Oh, fuck me, daddy,” Sunggyu squeals, and Woohyun chokes down a yell and comes, messy, over his hand and up his stomach, his ass clenching over the pads of his fingers, his head floating and swimming with images, still, and air and light. “Fuck me,” he breathes into his pillow, rolling his shoulders over and feeling the sheets rub against his skin.
He lays there panting for a few minutes, then clears his throat and wipes himself off with his t-shirt before he sits up, takes it off and throws it across the room. Then he lies back down and exhales heavily. He chuckles a little. He might not have so much trouble getting it up when Sunggyu comes back, after all.
adoration
infinite, woohyun/hoya
nc-17, 2182w
prompt: "hoya's idea of heaven is being pushed to his knees and forced to both show and tell woohyun just how much he craves him. luckily, woohyun enjoys indulging him." (originally posted here)
ao3 mirror
Hoya has waited all day for this moment, when Woohyun slides the door of his room closed and it’s just the two of them and the room is quiet. The van ride back to the dorm was nothing short of torture - Woohyun had spent the whole time ignoring Hoya but occasionally catching his eye, crossing or uncrossing his thighs around the thick mound of his crotch, and grinning when he caught Hoya staring - but it’s worth it when Woohyun pulls his sweater off over his head, leaving him in just his undershirt, and says, “Come here.”
Hoya’s thighs and fingers tense, but he stays seated on Woohyun’s bed. “Make me.” His voice is high in his throat, and he’s already hard - has been since the van.
Woohyun smirks and walks forward slowly, his bare feet swishing against the floor as he swivels his hips. Hoya can’t stop staring at the fly of his black jeans, the folds outlining his erection just enough for Hoya to see it. Hoya presses his lips together silently and swallows.
"I can make you, no problem,” Woohyun says. He stops three steps away from the bed, and Hoya leans forward a bit, straining. “But it’s no good unless you want it.”
He starts to undo his belt, taking his time. Hoya’s hypnotized by the small shifts of his hips. He knows Woohyun’s doing it deliberately, and he wants to tell him to knock it off, but then Woohyun’s belt buckle jangles as he lets go of the ends and Hoya lets out a small gasp, watching how they dangle over the fly of Woohyun’s jeans.
"Look at me.” Hoya’s head snaps up, his eyes still wide. Woohyun’s not smiling anymore. “Do you want it or not? You have to tell me, or you’re not gonna get it.”
Hoya tries to say “fuck you,” but only half of it comes out. His eyes go from Woohyun’s face back down to his fly. Woohyun places his hand against his erection and rubs it slowly back and forth, so casually, like he’s scratching an itch. Hoya thinks about Woohyun walking around all day with that heavy cock between his legs and he shudders.
Woohyun hums. “Maybe you need more convincing.” He walks forward, closing the distance between them until his crotch is inches away from Hoya’s face. He grabs Hoya’s hair and Hoya’s head jerks reflexively, but Woohyun’s grip is strong. His cock is so close and so hot. Hoya can practically smell it, the slightly acrid scent of sweat and hair and skin. He stares at the bulge of Woohyun’s jeans, the blood pounding in his ears and behind his eyes, straining not to just stick his face in it completely. “Tell me what you want.”
"Fuck,” says Hoya. He’s breathless. He gives up. He drops forward off the bed directly onto his knees - his joints are so abused at this point that he hardly feels the shock - and moves forward until he’s right at Woohyun’s legs, with Woohyun’s crotch directly in front of his face. He practically tears open Woohyun’s jeans and pulls them down over his hips, revealing the bulge of his erection, the darker grey spot where he’s wet his underwear with precum. Even like this, it’s beautiful, but Hoya wants more.
He gets his fingers under the waistband of Woohyun’s underwear, then Woohyun stops him with a firm hand on his head. He looks up. “Tell me first,” Woohyun repeats, his voice throaty. “I want to hear you say it.”
Hoya can feel the heat on his fingertips where they’re curled against Woohyun’s skin, so close. “I want to taste your cock,” he says, and Woohyun tries to keep a straight face but the tightening of his lips betrays him. Hoya’s own cock twitches in his pants and he moans. “I want you in my mouth. Can I, please?” He moves his face closer, so it hovers just in front of Woohyun’s crotch. “Let me suck it.”
Woohyun’s shaking, staring down at him. “Fuck, yeah,” he breathes, and that’s all Hoya needs. He pulls Woohyun’s underwear down to join his pants at his knees, not once taking his eyes off of Woohyun’s cock.
It’s what he’s been waiting for: wide and veiny, a little crooked, the head dark pink and dribbling precum. Hoya remembers the first time he saw Woohyun naked at a public bath, his cock bobbing as he moved; at first he’d been able to ignore it, but the more he saw the more he couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the way it swung when he walked, its thick weight even when soft. It wasn’t pretty, made in the same slightly gnarled way as Woohyun’s hands, but that just made it hotter. Hoya had spent weeks daydreaming about his cock, about how it would feel in his hands, rubbing against his face, in his mouth, slicked up and fucking his ass open.
Now it’s no longer just a fantasy. Hoya starts slowly, massaging Woohyun’s balls with one hand and watching the little responding twitches of the shaft in his other hand. Woohyun moans softly, his hips jerking forward. He lifts the bottom of his shirt up, exposing his abs.
Hoya leans in and gathers saliva on his tongue before he slowly licks up the shaft, following the vein along the underside from base to tip, pressing it into his tongue with his palm. He slips the head a little into his mouth, unable to resist, and swirls his tongue over the tip - it’s like candy, the salty-bitter-sweet taste of his precum - then kisses back down along the shaft, takes one of Woohyun’s balls into his wet mouth and sucks lightly, feeling it bob between his lips. Woohyun moans and one of his hands reaches down to the back of Hoya’s head and rests there, petting his hair. Hoya glances up and sees Woohyun looking back down at him, his full lips red and parted and his eyes dark under his eyelashes. Hoya grins with satisfaction and lifts his head to nuzzle into the joint of Woohyun’s hip and thigh, feeling the scratch of hairs against his nose, and he closes his hand around his cock and starts to move it back and forth with steady, even strokes.
He turns his head to watch the movement of his hand, entranced by the sight of the head of Woohyun’s dick disappearing and reappearing under his spit-slick fingers, by how wide he has to keep his fist to take it. Woohyun exhales with a low, growling moan. “So good,” he grunts, carding his fingers through Hoya’s hair, “so fucking good.” His fingers scoop and clutch, and he guides Hoya’s head forward. “C’mere. You want it? You wanna suck on my dick?” Hoya whines a yes before he can form words. “Come here.”
Hoya moans from the bottom of his stomach and leans forward the rest of the way with his tongue out. He keeps pumping with his hand while he wraps his tongue over the head, until his lips meet the ring of his forefinger and thumb. He bobs his head shallowly a few times, savouring the fleshy texture of Woohyun’s cock against his tongue and between his lips. He wants badly to chew on it, it’s so tender, but he restrains himself, instead digging his teeth into his lips to drive them closer together and tighter around Woohyun.
He pulls back, sitting back on his heels slightly to look up at Woohyun. He keeps Woohyun’s cock against his outstretched tongue and pants hot through his mouth like a dog. Woohyun’s face is flushed and his shirt is hiked up all the way to his armpits. Hoya likes how his whole body reacts when his cock is touched, as if it rules all of him, too.
He closes his mouth and presses a light kiss to the tip of Woohyun’s cock, and Woohyun half-laughs, half-groans. “Thank you,” says Hoya, sincerely, and then he opens his mouth, braces one hand on Woohyun’s thigh and the other around the base of his cock, and slides his head forward.
Hoya sucks, keeping his cheeks in as he bobs his head back and forth, Woohyun’s shaft running roughly between his lips. He feels his throat start to tighten as the head jabs at the back of his mouth but he presses his eyebrows down and powers through it.
“You like it?” asks Woohyun softly, watching him.
“Uh-huh,” Hoya says with his mouth full. More than like, he wants to say - he loves it, loves Woohyun’s dick, loves the way it looks and smells and tastes. But he can’t stop to say it, so instead he twists his head as he goes down and Woohyun moans appreciatively.
“That’s it, take it,” he says. “Take that cock,” and Hoya shudders all the way down his spine.
Saliva churns in his mouth and spills from his lips, and his nose starts to run, but he keeps going, letting it dribble into the dark curls of hair around Woohyun’s cock and run over his fingers. Woohyun’s fingers tighten in Hoya’s hair, but Hoya is careful to keep leading with his own rhythm, and Woohyun doesn’t push. There are times when Hoya would happily surrender and let Woohyun fuck his mouth until his lips were swollen and his jaw ached, but today is not one of them.
Woohyun’s gently rocking his hips forward now to the beat of Hoya’s movements, making a small noise with every thrust. “Fuck, I’m so close,” he whispers. Hoya’s own cock feels like it’s going to burst, beating against the fly of his jeans as he moves his head faster, takes it in deeper. He switches the position of his hands so the left is now holding Woohyun’s balls back, and with his wet right hand he reaches down and fumbles with his pants until they’re undone. He reaches into his underwear and starts jerking himself off without a thought to rhythm or technique; he just needs to get off now, with Woohyun’s big cock in his mouth and Woohyun about to lose it.
“I’m close,” says Woohyun again. “Fuck, Howon.” Hoya moans around Woohyun’s cock and shuts his eyes tight, and the hand in his pants picks up speed. His face hurts now, and he half wants to pull back to watch Woohyun ejaculate, but he can’t stop, not when everything is so perfect. Woohyun whines high in his throat and then lets out a long, wavering sigh as he comes, thrusting up shallowly into Hoya’s mouth again and again, and Hoya revels in the sensation of Woohyun’s dick pulsing on his tongue and between his cheeks, his semen spilling hot into his open throat. He keeps his mouth there until Woohyun stops and pulls out, but he’s still hard and both painfully close to coming and painfully far from it. He takes the opportunity to pull his jeans and underwear a bit farther down his hips, freeing his dick.
Woohyun starts to step back but Hoya says, “Wait,” voice thick and cracking, and he stops. “I need..."
Woohyun laughs thinly and steps forward again. “Of course.” He puts his hands on Hoya’s head again and pulls it into his crotch, sticking Hoya’s nose in his damp pubes and rubbing his softening cock against his cheek. Hoya moans at the spicy smell of his own spit mingled with Woohyun’s sweat and semen, at the softness of this part of Woohyun’s body, and he strokes himself quickly, rubbing the head. “You’re so hot when you eat cock,” says Woohyun, grinding Hoya’s face into his crotch. Hoya feels something in him come loose, as his hands sink into the right rhythm. “I love watching you. You’re so eager for it.”
Eyes closed, Hoya shifts his head until his lips find Woohyun’s cock, and he takes it into his mouth whole, feeling the soft flesh roll against his tongue. Woohyun gasps mid-sentence with surprise, and Hoya feels his body lift over some wall and he comes, moaning and breathing around Woohyun’s perfect cock that’s slowly stiffening again in his mouth, his own cock hot and throbbing in his hand with release, the blood slowly draining out of him from his head to the ends of his legs. It feels like forever before he’s done, and even then he keeps Woohyun’s cock in his mouth for just a second longer, unwilling to let go just yet.
Finally he pulls back and falls back onto his butt, panting. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but it isn’t very effective. Woohyun’s still standing there with his dick out, watching him. “Put some clothes on,” Hoya says.
Woohyun laughs. “You don’t mean that,” he says, and he twists his hips a little.
Hoya watches the swing of his dick, and then scowls and forces his eyes away. “Stop being such a showoff.”
Woohyun sticks out his tongue. “You love it,” he chirps, and Hoya has to chuckle to himself. He’d never let himself say it out loud, but, he thinks, I do.
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infinite + the dreaming sea, woohyun + shin hyunjoon/sunggyu
nc-17, 1778w
prompt: "woohyun jerks off to the thought of sunggyu getting mercilessly fucked by one of his many sugar daddies." (originally posted here)
--sunggyu with shin hyunjoon, for your reference.
The running joke - subtly inferred in interviews, mercilessly repeated in the van - is that the best thing about Woohyun’s windowless box of a bedroom is the opportunity to masturbate freely. Woohyun doesn’t think it’s fair that Sungyeol has wound up doling out the teasing more than receiving it, since he has a single room as well. But then again, having a wrinkly, naked lizard-cat staring at you the whole time isn’t exactly erotic.
Neither, usually, is having to enter your bedroom through a bigger room shared by your manager, your two youngest and most pure-hearted friends, and worst of all, the dour and disapproving leader of your group. Woohyun thinks if Sungyeol or Hoya had to suffer that every night, they would realize how dire the situation really is. But Sunggyu isn’t here tonight; he’s out on a boat somewhere off the southern coast for the next few days, filming a show for KBS.
It’s stupid that Woohyun’s thinking about Sunggyu now, on the one night he isn’t here, but there’s something on his mind. A week before Sunggyu left, Dongwoo and Woohyun had gone down to the harbour at Yeouido to film a segment for the show. Sunggyu had demonstrated a few of the knots he’d learned at the previous day’s filming, fumbling a few takes before he got it, and then he and two of the other cast members had taken them out in the boat and sailed a slow, careful circle on the Han.
Dongwoo and Woohyun had followed the routine the group had established for variety, trying to provoke Sunggyu into a funny reaction, but Woohyun noticed that something was off. When Sunggyu messed up, they’d laughed at him and acted worried for their lives, but Shin Hyunjoon, with the same paternal air he had on TV, had given Sunggyu encouragement instead. He’d chatted with Sunggyu for most of the ride, the way he’d talk to a kid or a pet, and Sunggyu had stayed calm, and more than that, absorbed. Woohyun caught a look they exchanged at one point and instantly regretted it, darting his eyes back to the water while his stomach jolted. He’d seen Sunggyu look that soft before, though never directed at him, and he knew what it meant. Even Dongwoo had rolled his eyes at Woohyun at one point when the cameras were pointed elsewhere, mouthing, “The latest one.”
Woohyun’s known for a while now about Sunggyu’s relationships with older men, but it never gets less startling or unsettling. It isn’t the same as what they’d all encountered just after their debut, where industry seniors would quietly hint at better opportunities for Infinite if one of them would sit a little closer at an event or meet them privately for dinner. What Sunggyu does now - with Hyunjoon, with Hyungdon, with others that Woohyun knows he doesn’t know about - has nothing to do with sacrifice or martyrdom and everything to do with the glow on his face when Hyunjoon praised him, with the way he’d shivered a little and shifted his legs together behind the boat’s steering wheel when Hyunjoon put his hand on his shoulder, the way he’d hunched and made himself small.
Woohyun can picture it clearly: Sunggyu sitting on Hyunjoon’s lap, maybe inside the boat, at night, as it’s being rocked by the waves. Sunggyu’s wearing a striped shirt with an open neck that’s slipping off his shoulder, and he’s bowing his head forward with his eyes closed and letting Hyunjoon card his fingers through his hair. Hyunjoon runs his hands down Sunggyu’s shoulders and over his arms, while he tells Sunggyu how good a sailor he was today in a low tone. It doesn’t need to be Hyunjoon, really; he’s not the focus. The only things that matter are that he’s bigger than Sunggyu, so he can throw him around, and that he’s older than Sunggyu, so that Sunggyu will go limp with obedience automatically, will let whoever it is slip the collar of the shirt down and expose his long white shoulder and kiss the place where it meets his neck so he shudders closer.
He’d wrap his hands around and feel Sunggyu’s chest, maybe laugh and tell him that it was too soft for an idol’s. That would embarrass him, but he’d still moan and sigh as Hyunjoon’s big, square hands squeezed his chest and rolled his nipples between the finger and thumb. Woohyun brings his own hand up to his chest on the left side - it’s solid and flat, but his nipple is still hard under his t-shirt, and sensitive. He makes a little noise in the back of his throat and shifts his hips on the bed as his finger rubs over it.
Sunggyu would be responsive, too, and that's part of what makes Woohyun's stomach churn: the thought of Sunggyu grinding his butt into his hyung's crotch, arching his back and tilting back his head. Hyunjoon leans forward and whispers, "You little minx," affectionately, but it's the same word Sunggyu used on TV that got him into trouble and it makes him flush in shame.
Woohyun's cock is fully hard now, and his shirt is riding up. He rubs his bare stomach and thinks of Hyunjoon picking up Sunggyu and carrying him into the bedroom, and maybe there's a bed or maybe it's just some flat floor mattresses that he throws Sunggyu onto. Hyunjoon gets on his knees and pulls off Sunggyu's shirt, so that he’s only in his underwear, and then his own. Sunggyu stays on his back while the older man undoes his belt and then his pants, watching in a daze that’s half from moving so quickly and half from how turned on he is. Hyunjoon would catch him staring, Woohyun thinks; he’s fairly observant.
“You want it, eh, little one?” he asks, and Sunggyu whimpers and nods, his eyes closing with the action. Maybe someone else would force Sunggyu to say it out loud - Woohyun knows he would - but Hyunjoon is too nice, too loving. “All right, come here.”
He pulls his erect cock out of his pants and Sunggyu crawls forward, clumsy but eager. He looks up at his hyung as he takes the head of his cock in his mouth, keeping his eyes as big and cute as possible as he moves his head forward, his long tongue flat against the underside. Woohyun groans and lifts his hips off the bed once at the image of Sunggyu like this, almost naked and bent forward and submitting totally to his lover’s desires. He’d let Hyunjoon fuck his mouth, no question, let him tangle one hand in his crimped hair and keep the shape of his mouth stiff and tight while the older man thrust his hips back and forth. Woohyun thrusts too, and his dick slides against the front of his underwear and gives him a jolt all the way up his spine.
Woohyun reaches into his underwear and Hyunjoon pulls out, pushes Sunggyu onto his back and pulls his underwear down and off his body. Sunggyu bends his knees and rolls to one side modestly, but Hyunjoon forces him onto his back with his knees up by his chest. “So pretty like this,” he murmurs, stroking Sunggyu’s flushed cheek. “You’re such a good boy.”
Sunggyu moans and turns his face into the touch. Hyunjoon slides into him as Woohyun starts to stroke his cock, long, loose-wristed strokes that end just before the head, which is already wet and sensitive. He wants to make it last. He thinks of Sunggyu’s expression as Hyunjoon starts to fuck him: first he’d be gritting his teeth, his eyes squinted up but open, trying to keep eye contact, and then once Hyunjoon settled into a rhythm inside him his mouth would drop open and his eyes would close fully. Woohyun thinks of him lying back with one hand clenching the sheets and the other digging pretty fingers into his lover’s strong bicep. His free hand comes up and feels his own arm, the action of his muscles tensing and releasing again and again as he jerks himself off. He digs his fingernails in and pretends it’s someone else and groans, bucking his hips up to meet his fist.
Sunggyu would probably like being on his back best but Woohyun imagines other positions, too. There’s the obvious, with Sunggyu turned around and on his knees while Hyunjoon fucks him from behind, his belt buckle clamoring in time with the sound of his hips smacking Sunggyu’s ass, Sunggyu’s face in the pillows (and Woohyun turns his head towards his own pillow, feeling it squish his face into shape, thinking of someone holding his head there).
But Hyunjoon is old, at least compared to them, and he’d get tired eventually. He pulls out and sits back on the mattress, and tells Sunggyu to sit on his lap. Sunggyu sinks down slowly onto his cock like it’s their choreography, moaning with every centimetre that pushes deeper inside him. Woohyun’s asshole pulses, wanting the feeling of something opening him up too. He’s drooling a little. He wipes his mouth, then spits on his fingers, reaches back and rubs them against his hole and shudders at the sensation.
“Daddy,” Sunggyu warbles deliriously, “oh, daddy, you feel so good.” Woohyun shuts his eyes, panting, squeezing the wet head of his cock with his thumb. Sunggyu’s on his back again and his whole body bounces as Hyunjoon pounds into him, his cock pushing into his tight heat over and over. “Oh, fuck me, daddy,” Sunggyu squeals, and Woohyun chokes down a yell and comes, messy, over his hand and up his stomach, his ass clenching over the pads of his fingers, his head floating and swimming with images, still, and air and light. “Fuck me,” he breathes into his pillow, rolling his shoulders over and feeling the sheets rub against his skin.
He lays there panting for a few minutes, then clears his throat and wipes himself off with his t-shirt before he sits up, takes it off and throws it across the room. Then he lies back down and exhales heavily. He chuckles a little. He might not have so much trouble getting it up when Sunggyu comes back, after all.
adoration
infinite, woohyun/hoya
nc-17, 2182w
prompt: "hoya's idea of heaven is being pushed to his knees and forced to both show and tell woohyun just how much he craves him. luckily, woohyun enjoys indulging him." (originally posted here)
ao3 mirror
Hoya has waited all day for this moment, when Woohyun slides the door of his room closed and it’s just the two of them and the room is quiet. The van ride back to the dorm was nothing short of torture - Woohyun had spent the whole time ignoring Hoya but occasionally catching his eye, crossing or uncrossing his thighs around the thick mound of his crotch, and grinning when he caught Hoya staring - but it’s worth it when Woohyun pulls his sweater off over his head, leaving him in just his undershirt, and says, “Come here.”
Hoya’s thighs and fingers tense, but he stays seated on Woohyun’s bed. “Make me.” His voice is high in his throat, and he’s already hard - has been since the van.
Woohyun smirks and walks forward slowly, his bare feet swishing against the floor as he swivels his hips. Hoya can’t stop staring at the fly of his black jeans, the folds outlining his erection just enough for Hoya to see it. Hoya presses his lips together silently and swallows.
"I can make you, no problem,” Woohyun says. He stops three steps away from the bed, and Hoya leans forward a bit, straining. “But it’s no good unless you want it.”
He starts to undo his belt, taking his time. Hoya’s hypnotized by the small shifts of his hips. He knows Woohyun’s doing it deliberately, and he wants to tell him to knock it off, but then Woohyun’s belt buckle jangles as he lets go of the ends and Hoya lets out a small gasp, watching how they dangle over the fly of Woohyun’s jeans.
"Look at me.” Hoya’s head snaps up, his eyes still wide. Woohyun’s not smiling anymore. “Do you want it or not? You have to tell me, or you’re not gonna get it.”
Hoya tries to say “fuck you,” but only half of it comes out. His eyes go from Woohyun’s face back down to his fly. Woohyun places his hand against his erection and rubs it slowly back and forth, so casually, like he’s scratching an itch. Hoya thinks about Woohyun walking around all day with that heavy cock between his legs and he shudders.
Woohyun hums. “Maybe you need more convincing.” He walks forward, closing the distance between them until his crotch is inches away from Hoya’s face. He grabs Hoya’s hair and Hoya’s head jerks reflexively, but Woohyun’s grip is strong. His cock is so close and so hot. Hoya can practically smell it, the slightly acrid scent of sweat and hair and skin. He stares at the bulge of Woohyun’s jeans, the blood pounding in his ears and behind his eyes, straining not to just stick his face in it completely. “Tell me what you want.”
"Fuck,” says Hoya. He’s breathless. He gives up. He drops forward off the bed directly onto his knees - his joints are so abused at this point that he hardly feels the shock - and moves forward until he’s right at Woohyun’s legs, with Woohyun’s crotch directly in front of his face. He practically tears open Woohyun’s jeans and pulls them down over his hips, revealing the bulge of his erection, the darker grey spot where he’s wet his underwear with precum. Even like this, it’s beautiful, but Hoya wants more.
He gets his fingers under the waistband of Woohyun’s underwear, then Woohyun stops him with a firm hand on his head. He looks up. “Tell me first,” Woohyun repeats, his voice throaty. “I want to hear you say it.”
Hoya can feel the heat on his fingertips where they’re curled against Woohyun’s skin, so close. “I want to taste your cock,” he says, and Woohyun tries to keep a straight face but the tightening of his lips betrays him. Hoya’s own cock twitches in his pants and he moans. “I want you in my mouth. Can I, please?” He moves his face closer, so it hovers just in front of Woohyun’s crotch. “Let me suck it.”
Woohyun’s shaking, staring down at him. “Fuck, yeah,” he breathes, and that’s all Hoya needs. He pulls Woohyun’s underwear down to join his pants at his knees, not once taking his eyes off of Woohyun’s cock.
It’s what he’s been waiting for: wide and veiny, a little crooked, the head dark pink and dribbling precum. Hoya remembers the first time he saw Woohyun naked at a public bath, his cock bobbing as he moved; at first he’d been able to ignore it, but the more he saw the more he couldn’t look away, hypnotized by the way it swung when he walked, its thick weight even when soft. It wasn’t pretty, made in the same slightly gnarled way as Woohyun’s hands, but that just made it hotter. Hoya had spent weeks daydreaming about his cock, about how it would feel in his hands, rubbing against his face, in his mouth, slicked up and fucking his ass open.
Now it’s no longer just a fantasy. Hoya starts slowly, massaging Woohyun’s balls with one hand and watching the little responding twitches of the shaft in his other hand. Woohyun moans softly, his hips jerking forward. He lifts the bottom of his shirt up, exposing his abs.
Hoya leans in and gathers saliva on his tongue before he slowly licks up the shaft, following the vein along the underside from base to tip, pressing it into his tongue with his palm. He slips the head a little into his mouth, unable to resist, and swirls his tongue over the tip - it’s like candy, the salty-bitter-sweet taste of his precum - then kisses back down along the shaft, takes one of Woohyun’s balls into his wet mouth and sucks lightly, feeling it bob between his lips. Woohyun moans and one of his hands reaches down to the back of Hoya’s head and rests there, petting his hair. Hoya glances up and sees Woohyun looking back down at him, his full lips red and parted and his eyes dark under his eyelashes. Hoya grins with satisfaction and lifts his head to nuzzle into the joint of Woohyun’s hip and thigh, feeling the scratch of hairs against his nose, and he closes his hand around his cock and starts to move it back and forth with steady, even strokes.
He turns his head to watch the movement of his hand, entranced by the sight of the head of Woohyun’s dick disappearing and reappearing under his spit-slick fingers, by how wide he has to keep his fist to take it. Woohyun exhales with a low, growling moan. “So good,” he grunts, carding his fingers through Hoya’s hair, “so fucking good.” His fingers scoop and clutch, and he guides Hoya’s head forward. “C’mere. You want it? You wanna suck on my dick?” Hoya whines a yes before he can form words. “Come here.”
Hoya moans from the bottom of his stomach and leans forward the rest of the way with his tongue out. He keeps pumping with his hand while he wraps his tongue over the head, until his lips meet the ring of his forefinger and thumb. He bobs his head shallowly a few times, savouring the fleshy texture of Woohyun’s cock against his tongue and between his lips. He wants badly to chew on it, it’s so tender, but he restrains himself, instead digging his teeth into his lips to drive them closer together and tighter around Woohyun.
He pulls back, sitting back on his heels slightly to look up at Woohyun. He keeps Woohyun’s cock against his outstretched tongue and pants hot through his mouth like a dog. Woohyun’s face is flushed and his shirt is hiked up all the way to his armpits. Hoya likes how his whole body reacts when his cock is touched, as if it rules all of him, too.
He closes his mouth and presses a light kiss to the tip of Woohyun’s cock, and Woohyun half-laughs, half-groans. “Thank you,” says Hoya, sincerely, and then he opens his mouth, braces one hand on Woohyun’s thigh and the other around the base of his cock, and slides his head forward.
Hoya sucks, keeping his cheeks in as he bobs his head back and forth, Woohyun’s shaft running roughly between his lips. He feels his throat start to tighten as the head jabs at the back of his mouth but he presses his eyebrows down and powers through it.
“You like it?” asks Woohyun softly, watching him.
“Uh-huh,” Hoya says with his mouth full. More than like, he wants to say - he loves it, loves Woohyun’s dick, loves the way it looks and smells and tastes. But he can’t stop to say it, so instead he twists his head as he goes down and Woohyun moans appreciatively.
“That’s it, take it,” he says. “Take that cock,” and Hoya shudders all the way down his spine.
Saliva churns in his mouth and spills from his lips, and his nose starts to run, but he keeps going, letting it dribble into the dark curls of hair around Woohyun’s cock and run over his fingers. Woohyun’s fingers tighten in Hoya’s hair, but Hoya is careful to keep leading with his own rhythm, and Woohyun doesn’t push. There are times when Hoya would happily surrender and let Woohyun fuck his mouth until his lips were swollen and his jaw ached, but today is not one of them.
Woohyun’s gently rocking his hips forward now to the beat of Hoya’s movements, making a small noise with every thrust. “Fuck, I’m so close,” he whispers. Hoya’s own cock feels like it’s going to burst, beating against the fly of his jeans as he moves his head faster, takes it in deeper. He switches the position of his hands so the left is now holding Woohyun’s balls back, and with his wet right hand he reaches down and fumbles with his pants until they’re undone. He reaches into his underwear and starts jerking himself off without a thought to rhythm or technique; he just needs to get off now, with Woohyun’s big cock in his mouth and Woohyun about to lose it.
“I’m close,” says Woohyun again. “Fuck, Howon.” Hoya moans around Woohyun’s cock and shuts his eyes tight, and the hand in his pants picks up speed. His face hurts now, and he half wants to pull back to watch Woohyun ejaculate, but he can’t stop, not when everything is so perfect. Woohyun whines high in his throat and then lets out a long, wavering sigh as he comes, thrusting up shallowly into Hoya’s mouth again and again, and Hoya revels in the sensation of Woohyun’s dick pulsing on his tongue and between his cheeks, his semen spilling hot into his open throat. He keeps his mouth there until Woohyun stops and pulls out, but he’s still hard and both painfully close to coming and painfully far from it. He takes the opportunity to pull his jeans and underwear a bit farther down his hips, freeing his dick.
Woohyun starts to step back but Hoya says, “Wait,” voice thick and cracking, and he stops. “I need..."
Woohyun laughs thinly and steps forward again. “Of course.” He puts his hands on Hoya’s head again and pulls it into his crotch, sticking Hoya’s nose in his damp pubes and rubbing his softening cock against his cheek. Hoya moans at the spicy smell of his own spit mingled with Woohyun’s sweat and semen, at the softness of this part of Woohyun’s body, and he strokes himself quickly, rubbing the head. “You’re so hot when you eat cock,” says Woohyun, grinding Hoya’s face into his crotch. Hoya feels something in him come loose, as his hands sink into the right rhythm. “I love watching you. You’re so eager for it.”
Eyes closed, Hoya shifts his head until his lips find Woohyun’s cock, and he takes it into his mouth whole, feeling the soft flesh roll against his tongue. Woohyun gasps mid-sentence with surprise, and Hoya feels his body lift over some wall and he comes, moaning and breathing around Woohyun’s perfect cock that’s slowly stiffening again in his mouth, his own cock hot and throbbing in his hand with release, the blood slowly draining out of him from his head to the ends of his legs. It feels like forever before he’s done, and even then he keeps Woohyun’s cock in his mouth for just a second longer, unwilling to let go just yet.
Finally he pulls back and falls back onto his butt, panting. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but it isn’t very effective. Woohyun’s still standing there with his dick out, watching him. “Put some clothes on,” Hoya says.
Woohyun laughs. “You don’t mean that,” he says, and he twists his hips a little.
Hoya watches the swing of his dick, and then scowls and forces his eyes away. “Stop being such a showoff.”
Woohyun sticks out his tongue. “You love it,” he chirps, and Hoya has to chuckle to himself. He’d never let himself say it out loud, but, he thinks, I do.
notes:
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