the sound of your breathing (1/2)
anonymous
April 23 2013, 22:09:57 UTC
an: sorry this is more woogyu than anything ^^; also sorry for this...in general........
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In the recording studio, Woohyun plays Sunggyu the song he wrote for him for his solo album. "You don't have to like it," he says. "We can still change it."
"I'll like it," says Sunggyu. He smiles shyly, looking down. "You know I've always loved your songs."
***
Sunggyu is supposed to be back from that day's recording session at 11 p.m. Woohyun waits in his bed until 11:15, and then he reaches down into his pants and closes his eyes.
***
They listen to the demo all the way through. After the last note fades, Sunggyu turns to him, still smiling. "Thank you, Woohyun. It's amazing."
Woohyun reaches over and squeezes his thigh, supple under the hard fabric of his jeans. "I wanted to give you something special." He doesn't move his hand.
Sunggyu looks up and they lock eyes. Sunggyu looks down again and he stays very still as Woohyun leans in and kisses him. As their lips move together, Sunggyu mewls softly, and when Woohyun's tongue enters his mouth he reaches up and threads his fingers through Woohyun's hair.
***
The sounds are what Woohyun concentrates on the most. They're not the high whining or low bellowing noises Sunggyu makes when he's frustrated - those just mean he doesn't want to do something. These are in his regular tone of voice, a little bit rough and rounded by his accent, and it's almost as if he's trying to talk but can't form any words, only a string of syllables that get more and more nonsensical as he gets more and more aroused.
When Woohyun remembers them they start as a quiet rumble; at first he had thought Sunggyu was talking. Then they grow louder and higher in pitch, and at the first one that breaks into a long moan Woohyun's stomach drops and he grips himself tighter, moving his hand faster.
***
Woohyun leans Sunggyu forward against the mixing board and pulls his pants down to his knees and his shirt up to his armpits. He unzips his own pants and presses into him, rubbing his erection against Sunggyu's bare ass as he jerks him off with one hand and reaches up for his nipples with the other. Sunggyu's hands fumble on the mixing board and he accidentally hits a switch. Woohyun can hear it clicking but he doesn't care, because when he leans in close all he hears is Sunggyu moaning as he turns to kiss Woohyun's cheek.
"Please," he whispers, his breathing high and warm in Woohyun's ear. "I want it."
Woohyun chuckles, leaning back. "Anything for you," he says, as he pulls his pants down around his hips.
the sound of your breathing (2/2)
anonymous
April 23 2013, 22:10:45 UTC
The day before, Woohyun had stayed late at the studio's practice room, hunched over a keyboard and his composition notebook. The CEO had been checking on his progress and said that if he and the Sweetune team liked what they heard, he could have a song on Infinite's next album. Maybe it was meant to be an apology for not giving him a solo album too, but to Woohyun it was even better, something no one else in the group could do.
Down the hall, Sunggyu was recording for his album, going through material with Kim Jongwan and the other Nell seniors. He had promised Woohyun that they'd go out to eat afterward, but Woohyun had lost track of time in the practice room, and he wasn't sure that Sunggyu was still there.
As he got closer to the recording studio, he could hear Sunggyu's voice, though he couldn't make out any of the words. He started walking faster. Hopefully they'd be done soon; he'd forgotten about dinner, and he was hungry.
Then he heard Sunggyu shout, followed by a long moan that sounded like it was being dragged out of him, and he stopped suddenly. Then Sunggyu moaned again, and Woohyun crept forward towards the studio. It really wasn't any of his business, but if Sunggyu was hurt, he wanted to help. He was about to open the door when he looked through the window into the studio and froze completely.
When Woohyun is getting close, feeling his stomach tighten and his head buzz, he thinks of this: Sunggyu sitting up on the table in the studio, his bare knees in the air and his arms around Kim Jongwan's back, one hand tangled in Jongwan's long hair as he thrusts into him, Sunggyu's head tipped back and his mouth open as he pants and moans. The only other time Woohyun's seen him look that way is on stage when he's singing, alone behind a mic stand. Woohyun is standing at the door and he knows he should leave, but he can't look away, and he can't tell if he's horrified or turned on or both. Jongwan leans in and kisses Sunggyu's neck and Sunggyu turns his head towards the door and his unfocused, half-closed eyes seem to be looking straight at Woohyun, but he doesn't stop. If anything, he moans louder.
It's well past 11 now and Woohyun knows that this is what Sunggyu is doing right now, maybe bent over the mixing board or sitting in Jongwan's lap on the leather chairs in the recording studio. It's the second image that does it, the empty studio hallway echoing with the sound of Sunggyu's belt buckle jangling against his legs and his voice getting breathier and breathier, louder and louder. When Woohyun comes it's with a choked cry too, his eyes clenched tight and his hand still working his cock as he spills onto his stomach.
He lies there for a few minutes, listening as his own breathing gets slower and more even. Then he hears the front door open, and it's like a switch being flipped back on inside his head.
He stumbles out the door of the bedroom before Sunggyu even has his shoes off, and bumps into his shoulder on the way to the bathroom. "Hey," says Sunggyu, and Woohyun freezes at the sound of his voice again.
"Long night?" he says, not turning around.
"Yeah," says Sunggyu. His voice is low in his throat, and he sounds a bit out of breath. Woohyun goes into the bathroom without saying anything, and as he's cleaning his stomach off, he thinks he might need another round.
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In the recording studio, Woohyun plays Sunggyu the song he wrote for him for his solo album. "You don't have to like it," he says. "We can still change it."
"I'll like it," says Sunggyu. He smiles shyly, looking down. "You know I've always loved your songs."
***
Sunggyu is supposed to be back from that day's recording session at 11 p.m. Woohyun waits in his bed until 11:15, and then he reaches down into his pants and closes his eyes.
***
They listen to the demo all the way through. After the last note fades, Sunggyu turns to him, still smiling. "Thank you, Woohyun. It's amazing."
Woohyun reaches over and squeezes his thigh, supple under the hard fabric of his jeans. "I wanted to give you something special." He doesn't move his hand.
Sunggyu looks up and they lock eyes. Sunggyu looks down again and he stays very still as Woohyun leans in and kisses him. As their lips move together, Sunggyu mewls softly, and when Woohyun's tongue enters his mouth he reaches up and threads his fingers through Woohyun's hair.
***
The sounds are what Woohyun concentrates on the most. They're not the high whining or low bellowing noises Sunggyu makes when he's frustrated - those just mean he doesn't want to do something. These are in his regular tone of voice, a little bit rough and rounded by his accent, and it's almost as if he's trying to talk but can't form any words, only a string of syllables that get more and more nonsensical as he gets more and more aroused.
When Woohyun remembers them they start as a quiet rumble; at first he had thought Sunggyu was talking. Then they grow louder and higher in pitch, and at the first one that breaks into a long moan Woohyun's stomach drops and he grips himself tighter, moving his hand faster.
***
Woohyun leans Sunggyu forward against the mixing board and pulls his pants down to his knees and his shirt up to his armpits. He unzips his own pants and presses into him, rubbing his erection against Sunggyu's bare ass as he jerks him off with one hand and reaches up for his nipples with the other. Sunggyu's hands fumble on the mixing board and he accidentally hits a switch. Woohyun can hear it clicking but he doesn't care, because when he leans in close all he hears is Sunggyu moaning as he turns to kiss Woohyun's cheek.
"Please," he whispers, his breathing high and warm in Woohyun's ear. "I want it."
Woohyun chuckles, leaning back. "Anything for you," he says, as he pulls his pants down around his hips.
***
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Down the hall, Sunggyu was recording for his album, going through material with Kim Jongwan and the other Nell seniors. He had promised Woohyun that they'd go out to eat afterward, but Woohyun had lost track of time in the practice room, and he wasn't sure that Sunggyu was still there.
As he got closer to the recording studio, he could hear Sunggyu's voice, though he couldn't make out any of the words. He started walking faster. Hopefully they'd be done soon; he'd forgotten about dinner, and he was hungry.
Then he heard Sunggyu shout, followed by a long moan that sounded like it was being dragged out of him, and he stopped suddenly. Then Sunggyu moaned again, and Woohyun crept forward towards the studio. It really wasn't any of his business, but if Sunggyu was hurt, he wanted to help. He was about to open the door when he looked through the window into the studio and froze completely.
When Woohyun is getting close, feeling his stomach tighten and his head buzz, he thinks of this: Sunggyu sitting up on the table in the studio, his bare knees in the air and his arms around Kim Jongwan's back, one hand tangled in Jongwan's long hair as he thrusts into him, Sunggyu's head tipped back and his mouth open as he pants and moans. The only other time Woohyun's seen him look that way is on stage when he's singing, alone behind a mic stand. Woohyun is standing at the door and he knows he should leave, but he can't look away, and he can't tell if he's horrified or turned on or both. Jongwan leans in and kisses Sunggyu's neck and Sunggyu turns his head towards the door and his unfocused, half-closed eyes seem to be looking straight at Woohyun, but he doesn't stop. If anything, he moans louder.
It's well past 11 now and Woohyun knows that this is what Sunggyu is doing right now, maybe bent over the mixing board or sitting in Jongwan's lap on the leather chairs in the recording studio. It's the second image that does it, the empty studio hallway echoing with the sound of Sunggyu's belt buckle jangling against his legs and his voice getting breathier and breathier, louder and louder. When Woohyun comes it's with a choked cry too, his eyes clenched tight and his hand still working his cock as he spills onto his stomach.
He lies there for a few minutes, listening as his own breathing gets slower and more even. Then he hears the front door open, and it's like a switch being flipped back on inside his head.
He stumbles out the door of the bedroom before Sunggyu even has his shoes off, and bumps into his shoulder on the way to the bathroom. "Hey," says Sunggyu, and Woohyun freezes at the sound of his voice again.
"Long night?" he says, not turning around.
"Yeah," says Sunggyu. His voice is low in his throat, and he sounds a bit out of breath. Woohyun goes into the bathroom without saying anything, and as he's cleaning his stomach off, he thinks he might need another round.
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