Dirty Little Secret [A Birthday Fanfic]
Title: Dirty Little Secret
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Err...idk really...crack with a tiny dash of angst?
Disclaimer: HA! I wish I owned them.
Warnings: Smut. Pure, unadulterated, shameless GRi Smut
A/N: Happy Birthday to two very special people!! Kwon Jiyong and my SAW twinsy, papersanguine :) This one's for you babe <3
A/N2: I'll tag these later, right now I need my sleep XD
A/N3: Someone posted ( I think dude_wassap) posted this cute audio Ri made for Ji's birthday and I just have to share it on this special day :) www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/29/1550610/GDbday2007.mp3
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“Yah, why don’t you just use a napkin and wipe the damn whipped cream off your face already?” Seunghyun scolds the young man sitting at the table trying to lick the whipped cream off his face but all you can concentrate on is that tongue of his darting in and out between those soft, pink lips still swollen from the events of nights past.
He pouts and you wish that he would retract his lips because it’s far too tempting to leap across the table and lick the cream off for him. For a minute it seems like he’ll stop, but then that tongue darts out from between his plush lips and you’re forced to look everywhere, anywhere, else but at the boy trying to lick whipped cream from the celebratory cake off his face. But, damn, he’s like a magnet because you find yourself staring at him as he continues trying to lick the sweet white cream off his face. Slowly your hand rises to your own swollen lips, and you remember in vivid detail the goings on in your room so many nights ago.
You remember how soft his lips felt against yours, how right it felt to have him crushed up against you. You remember how soft his bare skin was beneath your fingertips, the way he gasped when you kissed that sensitive spot behind his ear, in the crook of his neck, and-damn, fuck, stop. STOP. You’re not supposed to be having these kinds of thoughts about your maknae of all people. You’re not supposed to think about throwing him on the kitchen table and having your dirty way with him. This is Lee Seunghyun, your maknae. The same maknae who, on Manwon Happiness-the night you decided to treat Big Bang to dinner-, went around taking people’s orders and put on a show-in front of hundreds of people-so ridiculous that you wanted to slap him in the face with your menu.
But then, this is your maknae, Lee Seunghyun. The same maknae who cuddles up to you at night, sometimes crying himself to sleep in your arms because he’s homesick or scared. The very same maknae who stays up with you into the wee hours of the morning talking and helping you compose a new hit song. The same maknae who confides his fears in you, and looks up to you. The boy who smiles and laughs when you invade his personal space to violate him on national TV. Mixed signals? Definitely.
You hear a laugh, and your eyes catch his. He’s staring at you, that pink tongue taunting you as it flits back and forth between his plump lips. Seunghyun sighs and retreats to his room, leaving you alone with the little tease across the table. As soon as the door clicks shut, he licks the cream off with ease and smirks at you. Damn him, he was doing it on purpose. You attempt to glare at him, but that triumphant smirk on his face is too cute. There’s a comfortable silence as you stare each other down, unsure of what to do next. Neither one of you wants to make the first move, but somebody has to. Your hand twitches in your lap, but you don’t do anything because you’ve already violated him on more than one occasion today. His lip twitches and you smirk because you know he’s itching to do something.
Finally he gives in and you hear the chair scrape against the floor as he moves away from the table. The next thing you know, he’s standing over you and claiming your lips in a less than gentle kiss. You clamp your hands between your thighs to keep from touching him as he tilts your chin up for better access. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, and you whimper against his mouth because, fuck, a kiss never felt so good. Suddenly he pulls back, muttering, “Shit…hyung….I.. …shit...” and stumbles away into your shared room. You sit there in a complete daze, staring after his retreating back. It takes you a minute to come back down from your Seungri-high but when you finally do make it back to reality you’re a little pissed and a lot turned on. [weird grammar intended]. Where the hell does he get off kissing you like that and then leaving you hanging? Now you have to teach him a lesson. And, oh yeah, you’re going to enjoy every damn moment.
Calmly, you push yourself away from the table and stroll towards your room. His voice floats out from behind the door, soft and scared. So you stand there and listen to his barely coherent mumblings. “Damnit Seungri, what the hell was that!? GAH, hyung is going to flip. I shouldn’t have done that…I shouldn’t have…maybe I should apologize…but…fuck… ….FUCK SEUNGRI STOP….stop thinking about that kiss…it shouldn’t have happened…it should never have…but damn why did I have to enjoy it so much….why-STOP. Don’t think about it. Think about something else…like the new album…yeah…concentrate on your new solo…concentrate on…HYUNG!! What are you-?”
You stroll into the room, making sure to lock the door behind you, with a smirk on your face. You sit down on the bed and he scoots away from you. You scoot closer, he scoots away. It keeps going like that until finally he has to clamor off the bed and squishes himself inside the closet, which isn’t actually that small. You smile, and laugh to yourself, as you join him in the walk-in closet that’s just roomy enough for two, closing the door behind you. He’s flattening himself as much as possible against the wall, and hugging his knees to his chest. How cute, he’s playing spiderman again. So you squat down in front of him, still laughing, “Relax Spiderman, I won’t bite….unless you want me to…” You whisper the last part against his ear and nip that oh so sensitive spot behind it as you go.
He lets out a breathy gasp and his hips jerk against your stomach. In one swift motion you pin him against the wall and capture his lips in a kiss so desperately hot and sensual that it sends both of you over the deep-end. He whimpers as your tongue bypasses his lips and delves into his mouth; it’s game on. By the time you break the kiss, both of you are panting and you can feel his erection against your hip. He looks at you, cheeks flushed, and mutters into your shoulder, “Hyung…please…you…I…we…can’t…we shouldn’t…”
You grin devilishly, and let your hand travel downwards towards the tent in his pants as you whisper in his ear. “Why? Does it scare you baby? Does the concept of you and I being an ‘us’ scare you that much? Or is it because I make you all hot and bothered? It freaks you out doesn’t it? That I can make you feel all hot and bothered, yet you can’t do a damn thing about it. Well, baby, if you won’t do anything about it, then allow me…”
You palm him roughly and he jerks against your hand, gasping into your shoulder. You grasp him through the fabric of his jeans, and start pumping him with your hand. He muffles gasps of “Ahh…hmmm…fuck…h-hyung…ahh…mmm…” against your shoulder and you smirk triumphantly as you whisper hotly in his ear, “Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah, that’s right, say it. Say my name baby.”
He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and chews on the plump flesh as you pump him relentlessly. His hands fall in fists to the floor, and he’s biting into your shoulder to keep from crying out but that doesn’t muffle the moan that escapes his lips or hide the gasps of “ahhh….oh shit…fu-mmm…h-hyung…” that echo against your shoulder everytime you rub him just the right way. So you keep at it, until you feel him practically shaking beneath you and you start pumping him harder and faster. Sweat matts his hair to his forehead, his hot breath assaults your ear and neck, and he’s writhing now. Your jeans have become a little too tight for comfort but you could care less because your too busy breaking Lee Seunghyun, whose hips have a mind of their own, continuously thrusting against your hand until finally he bites down hard and screams into your shoulder “FUUCCKK….HYUNG!!!” and shudders.
Silence. Neither of you say anything, but that’s because you yourself are at a loss for words, and the boy across from you is simply sitting there with a dazed look on his face. His hair sticks up in all sorts of random directions, his clothes are half-off, and all he can do is sit there and blink. You lean your head against the other wall and chuckle. “Well, damn, was I really that good?”
It takes another minute, but he finally recovers and glares at you. He tries to tell you off but his voice is hoarse from the screaming he just did, so it comes out a little weak and raspy, which only turns you on even more. “That was demented hyung, and you’ve ruined my good jeans.”
Suddenly, you smirk and crawl towards him on your hands and knees. Without giving him a chance to fully recover, you pounce on him and pin him against the wall again. Your lips devour his as you slowly relieve him of his clothes. You kiss your way down his neck and chest, as you haul his pants off and toss them aside. Your own clothes suddenly become to stuffy and soon enough they join his in the back corner of the closet. Your still busy trying to break him for a second time by taking his nipple into your mouth, so his voice comes to you as a weak breathy whisper. “Ahh…h-hyung..oh sh-w-wait…w-we just….ohhh fuuucckkk……”
You know these opportunities don’t present themselves very often, so you take advantage of the whimpering, trembling boy beneath you, kissing and licking your way down his chest and abs. His hips buck against your own with every flick of your tongue and every brush of your lips. You relish in the sinful deliciousness of the situation, and the gasp that escapes his lips as your tongue dips into his navel. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you kiss your way down to his swollen cock and your heart swells with some unknown feeling at the simple knowledge that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. You’re the only one who gets to see him so vulnerable, and aroused at the same time. And you’re enjoying every moment of it.
The tip of your tongue flits over the tip of his shaft playfully, teasingly, and he groans out loud. You kiss the tip, and lick him up and down until he’s thoroughly wet with saliva and pre-ejaculatory fluids. You smirk, and your lips close around the top of his shaft, slowly working your way down until you have all of him in your hot mouth. He’s breathing in shallow gasps and doing everything he can to stay quiet, but you won’t have it. You want him to scream and beg, and maybe admit his feelings for you. You haven’t really decided yet, because you’re too turned on to think straight. His hands grab fistfuls of your hair, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as you suck on him, hard.
Your hands steady his convulsing hips to keep him from gagging you, and your tongue travels the length of his cock. You can feel him shaking and gasping out loud as you squeeze his milky thighs and fondle his sac. The scent of him, the scent of peppermint and cologne that is distinctly Lee Seungri’s fills your nostrils, clouds your mind, and entices you as your head bobs up and down between his shaking legs. Your lust filled eyes travel upward and catch a glimpse of Seungri with his eyes closed, and plump bit of flesh caught between his teeth to keep from screaming out loud. But you won’t have that. Oh no. You want him to be loud, you want him to beg you to fuck his brains out. Who cares if everyone else is home? Let them hear that maknae Seungri is forever off limits. You don’t really give a flying fuck. So you squeeze his sac not-so-gently in your hand, and pull back just a little bit to tongue the slit, which sends him over the edge and he screams. He screams your name so loud your pretty sure people passing by outside can hear you, but you don’t really care. You swallow every last drop of his fluids and sit back up with a victorious smirk on your face. “Fuck you hyung.”
As if he can read your mind, Seungri tries valiantly to crawl away, but he’s to weak from the double orgasm, so he collapses in a heap next to you. So you collect the limp form of Lee Seunghyun, toss him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and walk towards the bed completely abandoning all articles of clothing in the closet. When you lay him down on your shared bed, he rolls away and squishes himself against the wall. You chuckle and pat the middle of the bed. “Come back here Spiderman. If I fuck you against the wall you’re going to have back problems tomorrow, and Youngbae will mother-hen me the entire way to rehearsal. Good boy.”
Reluctantly he rolls back to the middle of the bed and lays there half-dead and spread eagle while you squirt a generous amount of lube on your hand. Gently, you slide a slick finger into him, and he whimpers from the sensations that shoot up his spine. A little ways into pumping in and out of him, you slide in another finger and he gasps, bearing down on your hand. A little more and a third finger is added in, making him moan out loud and by now he’s literally fucking himself on your hand, his length completely engorged once more. The site of him fucking himself on your hand goes straight to your throbbing erection and you can’t hold back anymore. A very wanton moan escapes his swollen, plush lips as your cock replaces your fingers.
You grit your teeth and groan as you move because damn he’s so tight. He’s so fucking tight and it feels so damn good. The feeling of his walls clenching around you, the sound of his erratic breathing and his frantic gasps as you slam into him is so damn good it’s driving you crazy. The last time this happened both of you were drunk and it was rushed, you hadn’t been able to enjoy the feelings of his walls pulsing and clenching around you. But now that you’re sober, you can feel every shudder and tremble, you can feel the clenching and pulsing, and fuck it feels so good.
You lean down and catch his lips in a messy kiss, muffling a loud moan as you slam into him and hit that spot on his prostate that sends Seungri into a frenzy, arching off the bed and yelling your name into the kiss, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets. He's writhing beneath you and meeting you thrust for thrust. Suddenly you feel him tense beneath you and you know he’s close. So you lift his leg over your shoulder, and slam into him again. Three more times, and he’s done for, yelling your name and arching off of the bed, staining your bare chest with his fluids. His body tightens around you, and milks out your orgasm, causing you to collapse on top of him as your vision goes black and you see stars.
When you’ve finally come down off of your Seungri-high, you roll off of him and pull out of his abused entrance, smiling as he whimpers from the sudden loss of your warmth and your cock. The poor boy is so worn out he’s drifted off to dreamland and even when you slide down to lap up your fluids from his puckered, pink entrance he only whimpers and shifts just a bit. So you decide to let the lad sleep, sliding in next to him and pulling the sheets over your naked bodies. Instead of sleeping, you lay there, with your head propped up on your hand, admiring the beauty that is your sleeping lover. Yeah sure you’re going to hear it from Youngbae later, but for right now you want to enjoy the peace. Because you know that eventually you’ll have to go back to being GDragon and Seungri idols who belong to the world, but for just this moment you want to enjoy being just Jiyong and Seunghyun, two people who belong to each other and no-one else. Because even if your love for each other is twisted, it’s still love, and it’s your dirty little secret.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Err...idk really...crack with a tiny dash of angst?
Disclaimer: HA! I wish I owned them.
Warnings: Smut. Pure, unadulterated, shameless GRi Smut
A/N: Happy Birthday to two very special people!! Kwon Jiyong and my SAW twinsy, papersanguine :) This one's for you babe <3
A/N2: I'll tag these later, right now I need my sleep XD
A/N3: Someone posted ( I think dude_wassap) posted this cute audio Ri made for Ji's birthday and I just have to share it on this special day :) www.fileden.com/files/2007/10/29/1550610/GDbday2007.mp3
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“Yah, why don’t you just use a napkin and wipe the damn whipped cream off your face already?” Seunghyun scolds the young man sitting at the table trying to lick the whipped cream off his face but all you can concentrate on is that tongue of his darting in and out between those soft, pink lips still swollen from the events of nights past.
He pouts and you wish that he would retract his lips because it’s far too tempting to leap across the table and lick the cream off for him. For a minute it seems like he’ll stop, but then that tongue darts out from between his plush lips and you’re forced to look everywhere, anywhere, else but at the boy trying to lick whipped cream from the celebratory cake off his face. But, damn, he’s like a magnet because you find yourself staring at him as he continues trying to lick the sweet white cream off his face. Slowly your hand rises to your own swollen lips, and you remember in vivid detail the goings on in your room so many nights ago.
You remember how soft his lips felt against yours, how right it felt to have him crushed up against you. You remember how soft his bare skin was beneath your fingertips, the way he gasped when you kissed that sensitive spot behind his ear, in the crook of his neck, and-damn, fuck, stop. STOP. You’re not supposed to be having these kinds of thoughts about your maknae of all people. You’re not supposed to think about throwing him on the kitchen table and having your dirty way with him. This is Lee Seunghyun, your maknae. The same maknae who, on Manwon Happiness-the night you decided to treat Big Bang to dinner-, went around taking people’s orders and put on a show-in front of hundreds of people-so ridiculous that you wanted to slap him in the face with your menu.
But then, this is your maknae, Lee Seunghyun. The same maknae who cuddles up to you at night, sometimes crying himself to sleep in your arms because he’s homesick or scared. The very same maknae who stays up with you into the wee hours of the morning talking and helping you compose a new hit song. The same maknae who confides his fears in you, and looks up to you. The boy who smiles and laughs when you invade his personal space to violate him on national TV. Mixed signals? Definitely.
You hear a laugh, and your eyes catch his. He’s staring at you, that pink tongue taunting you as it flits back and forth between his plump lips. Seunghyun sighs and retreats to his room, leaving you alone with the little tease across the table. As soon as the door clicks shut, he licks the cream off with ease and smirks at you. Damn him, he was doing it on purpose. You attempt to glare at him, but that triumphant smirk on his face is too cute. There’s a comfortable silence as you stare each other down, unsure of what to do next. Neither one of you wants to make the first move, but somebody has to. Your hand twitches in your lap, but you don’t do anything because you’ve already violated him on more than one occasion today. His lip twitches and you smirk because you know he’s itching to do something.
Finally he gives in and you hear the chair scrape against the floor as he moves away from the table. The next thing you know, he’s standing over you and claiming your lips in a less than gentle kiss. You clamp your hands between your thighs to keep from touching him as he tilts your chin up for better access. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, and you whimper against his mouth because, fuck, a kiss never felt so good. Suddenly he pulls back, muttering, “Shit…hyung….I.. …shit...” and stumbles away into your shared room. You sit there in a complete daze, staring after his retreating back. It takes you a minute to come back down from your Seungri-high but when you finally do make it back to reality you’re a little pissed and a lot turned on. [weird grammar intended]. Where the hell does he get off kissing you like that and then leaving you hanging? Now you have to teach him a lesson. And, oh yeah, you’re going to enjoy every damn moment.
Calmly, you push yourself away from the table and stroll towards your room. His voice floats out from behind the door, soft and scared. So you stand there and listen to his barely coherent mumblings. “Damnit Seungri, what the hell was that!? GAH, hyung is going to flip. I shouldn’t have done that…I shouldn’t have…maybe I should apologize…but…fuck… ….FUCK SEUNGRI STOP….stop thinking about that kiss…it shouldn’t have happened…it should never have…but damn why did I have to enjoy it so much….why-STOP. Don’t think about it. Think about something else…like the new album…yeah…concentrate on your new solo…concentrate on…HYUNG!! What are you-?”
You stroll into the room, making sure to lock the door behind you, with a smirk on your face. You sit down on the bed and he scoots away from you. You scoot closer, he scoots away. It keeps going like that until finally he has to clamor off the bed and squishes himself inside the closet, which isn’t actually that small. You smile, and laugh to yourself, as you join him in the walk-in closet that’s just roomy enough for two, closing the door behind you. He’s flattening himself as much as possible against the wall, and hugging his knees to his chest. How cute, he’s playing spiderman again. So you squat down in front of him, still laughing, “Relax Spiderman, I won’t bite….unless you want me to…” You whisper the last part against his ear and nip that oh so sensitive spot behind it as you go.
He lets out a breathy gasp and his hips jerk against your stomach. In one swift motion you pin him against the wall and capture his lips in a kiss so desperately hot and sensual that it sends both of you over the deep-end. He whimpers as your tongue bypasses his lips and delves into his mouth; it’s game on. By the time you break the kiss, both of you are panting and you can feel his erection against your hip. He looks at you, cheeks flushed, and mutters into your shoulder, “Hyung…please…you…I…we…can’t…we shouldn’t…”
You grin devilishly, and let your hand travel downwards towards the tent in his pants as you whisper in his ear. “Why? Does it scare you baby? Does the concept of you and I being an ‘us’ scare you that much? Or is it because I make you all hot and bothered? It freaks you out doesn’t it? That I can make you feel all hot and bothered, yet you can’t do a damn thing about it. Well, baby, if you won’t do anything about it, then allow me…”
You palm him roughly and he jerks against your hand, gasping into your shoulder. You grasp him through the fabric of his jeans, and start pumping him with your hand. He muffles gasps of “Ahh…hmmm…fuck…h-hyung…ahh…mmm…” against your shoulder and you smirk triumphantly as you whisper hotly in his ear, “Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah, that’s right, say it. Say my name baby.”
He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and chews on the plump flesh as you pump him relentlessly. His hands fall in fists to the floor, and he’s biting into your shoulder to keep from crying out but that doesn’t muffle the moan that escapes his lips or hide the gasps of “ahhh….oh shit…fu-mmm…h-hyung…” that echo against your shoulder everytime you rub him just the right way. So you keep at it, until you feel him practically shaking beneath you and you start pumping him harder and faster. Sweat matts his hair to his forehead, his hot breath assaults your ear and neck, and he’s writhing now. Your jeans have become a little too tight for comfort but you could care less because your too busy breaking Lee Seunghyun, whose hips have a mind of their own, continuously thrusting against your hand until finally he bites down hard and screams into your shoulder “FUUCCKK….HYUNG!!!” and shudders.
Silence. Neither of you say anything, but that’s because you yourself are at a loss for words, and the boy across from you is simply sitting there with a dazed look on his face. His hair sticks up in all sorts of random directions, his clothes are half-off, and all he can do is sit there and blink. You lean your head against the other wall and chuckle. “Well, damn, was I really that good?”
It takes another minute, but he finally recovers and glares at you. He tries to tell you off but his voice is hoarse from the screaming he just did, so it comes out a little weak and raspy, which only turns you on even more. “That was demented hyung, and you’ve ruined my good jeans.”
Suddenly, you smirk and crawl towards him on your hands and knees. Without giving him a chance to fully recover, you pounce on him and pin him against the wall again. Your lips devour his as you slowly relieve him of his clothes. You kiss your way down his neck and chest, as you haul his pants off and toss them aside. Your own clothes suddenly become to stuffy and soon enough they join his in the back corner of the closet. Your still busy trying to break him for a second time by taking his nipple into your mouth, so his voice comes to you as a weak breathy whisper. “Ahh…h-hyung..oh sh-w-wait…w-we just….ohhh fuuucckkk……”
You know these opportunities don’t present themselves very often, so you take advantage of the whimpering, trembling boy beneath you, kissing and licking your way down his chest and abs. His hips buck against your own with every flick of your tongue and every brush of your lips. You relish in the sinful deliciousness of the situation, and the gasp that escapes his lips as your tongue dips into his navel. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you kiss your way down to his swollen cock and your heart swells with some unknown feeling at the simple knowledge that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this. You’re the only one who gets to see him so vulnerable, and aroused at the same time. And you’re enjoying every moment of it.
The tip of your tongue flits over the tip of his shaft playfully, teasingly, and he groans out loud. You kiss the tip, and lick him up and down until he’s thoroughly wet with saliva and pre-ejaculatory fluids. You smirk, and your lips close around the top of his shaft, slowly working your way down until you have all of him in your hot mouth. He’s breathing in shallow gasps and doing everything he can to stay quiet, but you won’t have it. You want him to scream and beg, and maybe admit his feelings for you. You haven’t really decided yet, because you’re too turned on to think straight. His hands grab fistfuls of your hair, and his eyes roll to the back of his head as you suck on him, hard.
Your hands steady his convulsing hips to keep him from gagging you, and your tongue travels the length of his cock. You can feel him shaking and gasping out loud as you squeeze his milky thighs and fondle his sac. The scent of him, the scent of peppermint and cologne that is distinctly Lee Seungri’s fills your nostrils, clouds your mind, and entices you as your head bobs up and down between his shaking legs. Your lust filled eyes travel upward and catch a glimpse of Seungri with his eyes closed, and plump bit of flesh caught between his teeth to keep from screaming out loud. But you won’t have that. Oh no. You want him to be loud, you want him to beg you to fuck his brains out. Who cares if everyone else is home? Let them hear that maknae Seungri is forever off limits. You don’t really give a flying fuck. So you squeeze his sac not-so-gently in your hand, and pull back just a little bit to tongue the slit, which sends him over the edge and he screams. He screams your name so loud your pretty sure people passing by outside can hear you, but you don’t really care. You swallow every last drop of his fluids and sit back up with a victorious smirk on your face. “Fuck you hyung.”
As if he can read your mind, Seungri tries valiantly to crawl away, but he’s to weak from the double orgasm, so he collapses in a heap next to you. So you collect the limp form of Lee Seunghyun, toss him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and walk towards the bed completely abandoning all articles of clothing in the closet. When you lay him down on your shared bed, he rolls away and squishes himself against the wall. You chuckle and pat the middle of the bed. “Come back here Spiderman. If I fuck you against the wall you’re going to have back problems tomorrow, and Youngbae will mother-hen me the entire way to rehearsal. Good boy.”
Reluctantly he rolls back to the middle of the bed and lays there half-dead and spread eagle while you squirt a generous amount of lube on your hand. Gently, you slide a slick finger into him, and he whimpers from the sensations that shoot up his spine. A little ways into pumping in and out of him, you slide in another finger and he gasps, bearing down on your hand. A little more and a third finger is added in, making him moan out loud and by now he’s literally fucking himself on your hand, his length completely engorged once more. The site of him fucking himself on your hand goes straight to your throbbing erection and you can’t hold back anymore. A very wanton moan escapes his swollen, plush lips as your cock replaces your fingers.
You grit your teeth and groan as you move because damn he’s so tight. He’s so fucking tight and it feels so damn good. The feeling of his walls clenching around you, the sound of his erratic breathing and his frantic gasps as you slam into him is so damn good it’s driving you crazy. The last time this happened both of you were drunk and it was rushed, you hadn’t been able to enjoy the feelings of his walls pulsing and clenching around you. But now that you’re sober, you can feel every shudder and tremble, you can feel the clenching and pulsing, and fuck it feels so good.
You lean down and catch his lips in a messy kiss, muffling a loud moan as you slam into him and hit that spot on his prostate that sends Seungri into a frenzy, arching off the bed and yelling your name into the kiss, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets. He's writhing beneath you and meeting you thrust for thrust. Suddenly you feel him tense beneath you and you know he’s close. So you lift his leg over your shoulder, and slam into him again. Three more times, and he’s done for, yelling your name and arching off of the bed, staining your bare chest with his fluids. His body tightens around you, and milks out your orgasm, causing you to collapse on top of him as your vision goes black and you see stars.
When you’ve finally come down off of your Seungri-high, you roll off of him and pull out of his abused entrance, smiling as he whimpers from the sudden loss of your warmth and your cock. The poor boy is so worn out he’s drifted off to dreamland and even when you slide down to lap up your fluids from his puckered, pink entrance he only whimpers and shifts just a bit. So you decide to let the lad sleep, sliding in next to him and pulling the sheets over your naked bodies. Instead of sleeping, you lay there, with your head propped up on your hand, admiring the beauty that is your sleeping lover. Yeah sure you’re going to hear it from Youngbae later, but for right now you want to enjoy the peace. Because you know that eventually you’ll have to go back to being GDragon and Seungri idols who belong to the world, but for just this moment you want to enjoy being just Jiyong and Seunghyun, two people who belong to each other and no-one else. Because even if your love for each other is twisted, it’s still love, and it’s your dirty little secret.