[b.a.p] friendly assist
Who: Yongguk, Himchan
What: 1200w, M
Summary: There are a great many things made harder by lack of a dominant hand. Getting off is one of them.
In which Himchan finally wins. (Except, no. Himchan never wins. ♥)
*
Yongguk is honestly surprised to see Himchan still awake when he cracks the front door open at three in the morning and slips inside. Stranger yet, Himchan's still in his day clothes-tight jeans and a button-down shirt. A tweed coat. He's slouched on the couch, staring straight ahead at the light of a lady selling cheap vacuum cleaners on TV.
"Hey," Yongguk says, toeing off his shoes.
"Hey," Himchan replies shortly. Yongguk pauses, looking over. Himchan's bandaged hand rests out of its sling on his thigh, fingers twitching minutely, restlessly. His left hand drums a steady rhythm against the armrest. He looks like he's had too much coffee.
"Something up?" Yongguk asks, not too concerned. He can read the tells by now, when Himchan's actually stressed, and none of them are out at this point. Himchan's clearly agitated, yes, but not cornered.
"Help a guy out-" Himchan says, and oddly cuts himself off.
Yongguk shrugs off his down jacket, one brow raised. "Help what?"
"Me." And now Himchan does glance over looking forlorn. "Bbang, I'm so fucking horny right now I can't sleep."
Oh, Yongguk thinks. "…huh."
"Is that all you've got to say?" Himchan demands, except it's more of a low whine because it's late and Daehyun will wring his neck if Youngjae goes off pitch again from not enough rest. Himchan's leg twitches. "I'm serious here, okay? It's been like, weeks. I'm talented and all but ambidexterity is hard and I knew you'd be pissed if I asked Jonguppie to help so I've been toughing it out, but now I just…"
Yongguk smirks at Himchan's noise of frustration, amused. "There are hormonal teenagers in our group," he points out. "You aren't supposed to be one of them."
"Bbaaang," Himchan complains. "I just want to get off without actually having to concentrate so hard for once, is that seriously too much to ask?"
Yongguk hums, moving over to drop beside Himchan on the couch. "I thought musicians were supposed to be good with both hands though."
Himchan eyes him, words dire. "I am going to fucking consign you to lessons for life when this cast is gone if you think the piano's anything like jacking off."
Yongguk shrugs. Riling Himchan up is usually a dongsaeng sport but Yongguk can't deny its occasional appeal. "Alright," he says.
"Alright what," Himchan glares.
Yongguk grins. "What're you waiting for?"
"You, obviously."
Yongguk chuckles. "Get started first. I want to see how you go."
"You want to see how I..." Himchan scowls. "What the hell is this, porn boot camp?" But he undoes his jeans all the same and pushes them down to his ankles in rough, angry shoves.
"Practice makes perfect?" Yongguk says.
"I hope you know that mastery of jacking off with either hand isn't actually something I'd be proud to accomplish," Himchan says irritably but then but then Yongguk gives him a look and he pouts, slipping his hand into his boxer briefs. He tips his head back on the couch headrest and lets his eyes slip shut.
Himchan doesn't take long to work himself up, though Yongguk's not really looking. He keeps his eyes on Himchan's face, the way his lashes barely flutter and his pretty lips part just slightly on each breath.
Frustration creases Himchan's brow after some moments and he cracks one eye open, looking baleful. "Why are you staring at my face, you asshat. That's not 'seeing how I go.'"
"It's a pretty face," Yongguk shrugs, noncommittal, and smiles when Himchan rolls his eyes. "Alright, alright, let's just get this over with."
"That's my line," Himchan grumbles as Yongguk eases the elastic of Himchan's boxers down and replaces Himchan's hand with his own, starting with the rough, hard strokes right away. "Oh god..." Himchan's head falls back again and his throat rasps with rhythmic panting. Yongguk leans in and presses his mouth to Himchan's neck, saying nothing when Himchan turns toward him and curls his free hand into Yongguk's shirt. It's not part of the deal-doesn't mean anything necessarily-Yongguk just doesn't do intimate without kisses and Himchan's the clingy type.
It feels kind of right when Himchan says, a little hoarsely, "Bbang," and pulls him up, pulls him right in close and sucks hard on his mouth.
It's the kisses that turn Yongguk on-or maybe the way Himchan gives them (takes them), all mouth and teeth and demanding. The buzz gets harder to ignore until Yongguk grunts, fumbling his left hand around his jeans. Himchan swats him away with husky laughter against his lips and deftly pops the button, and with a hand each they wrest Yongguk's jeans down just enough.
Himchan doesn't wait to be invited, moving into Yongguk's lap, and Yongguk shifts his grip to stroke the both of them together. Himchan rubs his palm over the head of Yongguk's cock, and his own, fingers curling and playful, and Yongguk can feel the weight of his dark eyes watching probably closer than necessary, gauging and cataloguing Yongguk's reactions.
Yongguk can't bring himself to care until it becomes readily apparent that Himchan's left hand is more than capable of doing what needs to be done.
"Jesus Christ…" Yongguk mutters.
Himchan just chuckles then he's kissing Yongguk again, his tongue curling in Yongguk's mouth like he's claiming the place, and Yongguk comes undone between them with a heated groan, only keeping his hands moving long enough to bring Himchan with him by force of irritated will.
He's a little mollified when Himchan's kisses turn gentle in the aftermath of it, gentle and sweet, and the brush of a rough bandage along his cheek reminds Yongguk not to get too annoyed. He catches Himchan's bandaged hand and sets it down, holding it gently. And frowns. "You could so have managed that by yourself." It's a gripe without any real heat though: Yongguk finds it hard to be properly angry with Himchan's forehead resting against his own, body language calm and lax and satisfied.
"Mm, but it wouldn't have been as good," Himchan grins. Yongguk cuffs him flat upside the head and Himchan's eyes go wide as his free hand flies up to the spot. It's nicely sticky. "Did you just hit me with-? Oh fucking yuck, Bang Yongguk, you ass! Do you even know how hard it is to wash my hair like this?"
Yongguk shrugs, unrepentant. "You had it coming."
"You are helping me shower, now," Himchan scowls, fisting the front of Yongguk's shirt and Yongguk lets himself be dragged to his feet and to the bathroom, snagging the plastic wrap off the kitchen counter on their way through. "Inconsiderate dick," Himchan grumbles. "I was just going to clean up and get some actual sleep, but noo…"
Yongguk chuckles at the tuft of cum-gelled hair sticking out the side of Himchan's head, amused. Not that he really planned it, but he won't turn down a round two.
What: 1200w, M
Summary: There are a great many things made harder by lack of a dominant hand. Getting off is one of them.
In which Himchan finally wins. (Except, no. Himchan never wins. ♥)
*
Yongguk is honestly surprised to see Himchan still awake when he cracks the front door open at three in the morning and slips inside. Stranger yet, Himchan's still in his day clothes-tight jeans and a button-down shirt. A tweed coat. He's slouched on the couch, staring straight ahead at the light of a lady selling cheap vacuum cleaners on TV.
"Hey," Yongguk says, toeing off his shoes.
"Hey," Himchan replies shortly. Yongguk pauses, looking over. Himchan's bandaged hand rests out of its sling on his thigh, fingers twitching minutely, restlessly. His left hand drums a steady rhythm against the armrest. He looks like he's had too much coffee.
"Something up?" Yongguk asks, not too concerned. He can read the tells by now, when Himchan's actually stressed, and none of them are out at this point. Himchan's clearly agitated, yes, but not cornered.
"Help a guy out-" Himchan says, and oddly cuts himself off.
Yongguk shrugs off his down jacket, one brow raised. "Help what?"
"Me." And now Himchan does glance over looking forlorn. "Bbang, I'm so fucking horny right now I can't sleep."
Oh, Yongguk thinks. "…huh."
"Is that all you've got to say?" Himchan demands, except it's more of a low whine because it's late and Daehyun will wring his neck if Youngjae goes off pitch again from not enough rest. Himchan's leg twitches. "I'm serious here, okay? It's been like, weeks. I'm talented and all but ambidexterity is hard and I knew you'd be pissed if I asked Jonguppie to help so I've been toughing it out, but now I just…"
Yongguk smirks at Himchan's noise of frustration, amused. "There are hormonal teenagers in our group," he points out. "You aren't supposed to be one of them."
"Bbaaang," Himchan complains. "I just want to get off without actually having to concentrate so hard for once, is that seriously too much to ask?"
Yongguk hums, moving over to drop beside Himchan on the couch. "I thought musicians were supposed to be good with both hands though."
Himchan eyes him, words dire. "I am going to fucking consign you to lessons for life when this cast is gone if you think the piano's anything like jacking off."
Yongguk shrugs. Riling Himchan up is usually a dongsaeng sport but Yongguk can't deny its occasional appeal. "Alright," he says.
"Alright what," Himchan glares.
Yongguk grins. "What're you waiting for?"
"You, obviously."
Yongguk chuckles. "Get started first. I want to see how you go."
"You want to see how I..." Himchan scowls. "What the hell is this, porn boot camp?" But he undoes his jeans all the same and pushes them down to his ankles in rough, angry shoves.
"Practice makes perfect?" Yongguk says.
"I hope you know that mastery of jacking off with either hand isn't actually something I'd be proud to accomplish," Himchan says irritably but then but then Yongguk gives him a look and he pouts, slipping his hand into his boxer briefs. He tips his head back on the couch headrest and lets his eyes slip shut.
Himchan doesn't take long to work himself up, though Yongguk's not really looking. He keeps his eyes on Himchan's face, the way his lashes barely flutter and his pretty lips part just slightly on each breath.
Frustration creases Himchan's brow after some moments and he cracks one eye open, looking baleful. "Why are you staring at my face, you asshat. That's not 'seeing how I go.'"
"It's a pretty face," Yongguk shrugs, noncommittal, and smiles when Himchan rolls his eyes. "Alright, alright, let's just get this over with."
"That's my line," Himchan grumbles as Yongguk eases the elastic of Himchan's boxers down and replaces Himchan's hand with his own, starting with the rough, hard strokes right away. "Oh god..." Himchan's head falls back again and his throat rasps with rhythmic panting. Yongguk leans in and presses his mouth to Himchan's neck, saying nothing when Himchan turns toward him and curls his free hand into Yongguk's shirt. It's not part of the deal-doesn't mean anything necessarily-Yongguk just doesn't do intimate without kisses and Himchan's the clingy type.
It feels kind of right when Himchan says, a little hoarsely, "Bbang," and pulls him up, pulls him right in close and sucks hard on his mouth.
It's the kisses that turn Yongguk on-or maybe the way Himchan gives them (takes them), all mouth and teeth and demanding. The buzz gets harder to ignore until Yongguk grunts, fumbling his left hand around his jeans. Himchan swats him away with husky laughter against his lips and deftly pops the button, and with a hand each they wrest Yongguk's jeans down just enough.
Himchan doesn't wait to be invited, moving into Yongguk's lap, and Yongguk shifts his grip to stroke the both of them together. Himchan rubs his palm over the head of Yongguk's cock, and his own, fingers curling and playful, and Yongguk can feel the weight of his dark eyes watching probably closer than necessary, gauging and cataloguing Yongguk's reactions.
Yongguk can't bring himself to care until it becomes readily apparent that Himchan's left hand is more than capable of doing what needs to be done.
"Jesus Christ…" Yongguk mutters.
Himchan just chuckles then he's kissing Yongguk again, his tongue curling in Yongguk's mouth like he's claiming the place, and Yongguk comes undone between them with a heated groan, only keeping his hands moving long enough to bring Himchan with him by force of irritated will.
He's a little mollified when Himchan's kisses turn gentle in the aftermath of it, gentle and sweet, and the brush of a rough bandage along his cheek reminds Yongguk not to get too annoyed. He catches Himchan's bandaged hand and sets it down, holding it gently. And frowns. "You could so have managed that by yourself." It's a gripe without any real heat though: Yongguk finds it hard to be properly angry with Himchan's forehead resting against his own, body language calm and lax and satisfied.
"Mm, but it wouldn't have been as good," Himchan grins. Yongguk cuffs him flat upside the head and Himchan's eyes go wide as his free hand flies up to the spot. It's nicely sticky. "Did you just hit me with-? Oh fucking yuck, Bang Yongguk, you ass! Do you even know how hard it is to wash my hair like this?"
Yongguk shrugs, unrepentant. "You had it coming."
"You are helping me shower, now," Himchan scowls, fisting the front of Yongguk's shirt and Yongguk lets himself be dragged to his feet and to the bathroom, snagging the plastic wrap off the kitchen counter on their way through. "Inconsiderate dick," Himchan grumbles. "I was just going to clean up and get some actual sleep, but noo…"
Yongguk chuckles at the tuft of cum-gelled hair sticking out the side of Himchan's head, amused. Not that he really planned it, but he won't turn down a round two.