who carries a cock ring in their pocket? i mean, really....
Title: Companion to Of Puppies, Hounds, and Dobermans
Pairing: Rain/Joon
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This got out of hand as I wrote it. kiri125, i blame this on you. you and your request and that hot, hot, hot Rain GIF that nearly set my inbox (that's not a euphemism) on fire.
After Thunder left the table with a hasty apology and bow to Bi and a mumbled excuse, Bi let his pointless chatter trail away so there was silence. He saw G.O. and Seungho exchange baffled glances, speaking volumes with only eye contact and arched brows. A sharp kick to his ankle drug Bi’s attention from the silent exchange to Joon, sitting at the end of the table to his right.
Joon jerked his head to the door and stood, Bi rising to follow him into the living room. Opening his mouth, Joon whipped his head around at the shriek of “…damn girl!” Bi watched his brow furrow, clear, and a knowing grin curl the corners of his lips. Lips Bi had spent a restless week thinking about after stumbling across some pictures of Joon online sucking on a sports drink bottle.
“Did you need something, Joonie?”
Turning his attention to Bi, he sighed. “You wound him up.”
“He was already wound before I ever said a thing.” Crossing his arms, Bi watched Joon roll his eyes.
“You didn’t have to tighten his spring to the breaking point.” Hands on hips, Joon glared. “You didn’t need to flirt with Thunder like that.”
Uncrossing his arms, moving in close, he asked, “Are you jealous, too, Joonie? Worried I might like someone else’s body as much as your own?”
“Ha. The only body you like as much or more than mine is yours, you vain bastard.” Joon smacked both palms against rock-hard pectorals.
“Joonie, Joonie, Joonie,” he crooned chidingly. “I like your body so much more than my own because it is anatomically impossible for me to fuck myself in the many varied ways I love fucking you.”
“Pervert.” Joon licked his lips on the word and curled fingers into Bi’s button-down shirt.
“Mmm-hmm.” He grabbed Joon’s ass and pulled him close, close enough to feel the hardness in his slacks. “Seungho. G.O. Joon needs some clarification on a new dance move. We’re going to the practice room.” Without waiting for acknowledgement, Bi grabbed Joon’s hand and led him out of the flat.
“They didn’t buy that at all.”
“Should I have said I plan to fuck you against the wall of mirrors?”
Joon considered. “Probably not. Knowing G.O., he’d want to watch.”
“Something to remember.”
In the practice room, door locked, Bi pinned Joon to the wall, the one without mirrors as it happened. Lips ravaged his and hands slid under his wife-beater shirt to explore defined back muscles. The feel of strong hands on his skin sent Joon into a frenzy of pulling Bi’s hair and tearing at the buttons on his shirt. A few threads gave way and buttons skittered across the floor.
Bi sank blunt nails into Joon’s lower back, pressing their erections together and arching back a little to give Joon greater access to his chest. Fingers pulled at his nipples, pinched them between sharp nails until he hissed in pain and gratification. He ground their pelvises together and was rewarded by the hitch of Joon’s breath and the sharper pinch of his nails.
They worked each other free of pants and underwear, lips sometimes gliding over lips, sometimes over slickening skin. Joon snagged the lube from Bi’s pants pocket, a small packet designed to fit easily in a pocket. Opening it, smearing his fingers with the cool liquid, he gave the remainder to Bi and turned to the wall. Feet spread, one hand braced, he reached between his legs and ran slick fingers along his crack. When he slid one finger into his hole, he heard Bi’s helpless moan. He moved the finger in to the second knuckle, slid it back out, and then speared inside again with two fingers.
“Oh fuck.” Bi ran his hands hungrily over Joon’s back and ass, down his thighs and back up. “You’ve been finger fucking yourself while I was away.”
“Not just my fingers.” He glanced over his shoulder to see Bi’s eyes darken to black, his face dark with lust.
“The plug. You used it.”
“Mmm. Next time, you’ll use it on me.”
“Or I’ll watch you fuck yourself with it.” He slipped a finger in beside Joon’s, hissed at the heat and damp surrounding his finger. “It has a remote, you know.”
“I know.” He whimpered when Bi removed his fingers.
“Against the mirrors. Hold on to the barre.”
Joon assumed the position with both hands gripping the wooden bar and nearly fell to his knees when Bi licked into his stretched hole. He lingered along the outer ridge of muscle, teasing and taunting with the tip of his tongue, suddenly pressing in as far as he could just to hear Joon cry out in pleasure. Finally, after Joon quivered with need and thrust mindlessly back into his face, Bi stood and positioned his cock.
He let Joon feel the head press against him before sliding into the hilt. Joan moaned and he slid back out, ramming back in hard enough their balls smacked together. The slap of pain drove Bi harder into Joon’s body and had Joon grinding back on Bi in desperation. In the mirror, he could see Joon’s cock, full and hard, bouncing with each thrust. He locked eyes with Joon, saw the plea but denied him, continuing to ride his ass hard. He felt his balls tighten, a little burst of electricity shoot through him and came in Joon’s hot, clenching passage.
On the edge, Joon tried to ride Bi’s softening cock but it slid out and left him empty and unsatisfied. He let go of the bar with one hand and reached for his erection but Bi grabbed his wrist. “Oh, no. I’m not through with you yet.”
Placing Joon’s hand firmly back on the bar, he walked over to his discarded pants and rummaged around. Recognizing the object in Bi’s hand, he whimpered. “No.”
“Oh yea.” Adjusting the cock ring around the base of Joon’s erection, he smiled at the sight of Joon spread-legged, ass-fucked, and painfully aroused.
“But-“
“Can you walk?” He watched Joon straighten with a few soft moans of discomfort and take a few tentative steps, each one causing him to grimace and moan again. “Good, good.”
Bi pulled on his clothes and held Joon’s clothes out. “Put them on. We can’t have you walking around naked.”
In a pained state but willing to go along with Bi because, well, he was Bi, Joon struggled into boxers, pants, and his shirt. His erection complained and begged the whole time, the constriction of clothes almost too much to bear. “Where are we going?”
“My place.”
Joon’s eyes widened. He’d never been to Bi’s place for sex but he knew the man had a collection of toys. He’d accidently -on purpose- stumbled across them once when they were there for a business dinner. Some concern must have shown on his face because Bi cupped his face in his hands and kissed him gently on the lips.
“I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”
Pairing: Rain/Joon
Rating: NC-17
A/N: This got out of hand as I wrote it. kiri125, i blame this on you. you and your request and that hot, hot, hot Rain GIF that nearly set my inbox (that's not a euphemism) on fire.
After Thunder left the table with a hasty apology and bow to Bi and a mumbled excuse, Bi let his pointless chatter trail away so there was silence. He saw G.O. and Seungho exchange baffled glances, speaking volumes with only eye contact and arched brows. A sharp kick to his ankle drug Bi’s attention from the silent exchange to Joon, sitting at the end of the table to his right.
Joon jerked his head to the door and stood, Bi rising to follow him into the living room. Opening his mouth, Joon whipped his head around at the shriek of “…damn girl!” Bi watched his brow furrow, clear, and a knowing grin curl the corners of his lips. Lips Bi had spent a restless week thinking about after stumbling across some pictures of Joon online sucking on a sports drink bottle.
“Did you need something, Joonie?”
Turning his attention to Bi, he sighed. “You wound him up.”
“He was already wound before I ever said a thing.” Crossing his arms, Bi watched Joon roll his eyes.
“You didn’t have to tighten his spring to the breaking point.” Hands on hips, Joon glared. “You didn’t need to flirt with Thunder like that.”
Uncrossing his arms, moving in close, he asked, “Are you jealous, too, Joonie? Worried I might like someone else’s body as much as your own?”
“Ha. The only body you like as much or more than mine is yours, you vain bastard.” Joon smacked both palms against rock-hard pectorals.
“Joonie, Joonie, Joonie,” he crooned chidingly. “I like your body so much more than my own because it is anatomically impossible for me to fuck myself in the many varied ways I love fucking you.”
“Pervert.” Joon licked his lips on the word and curled fingers into Bi’s button-down shirt.
“Mmm-hmm.” He grabbed Joon’s ass and pulled him close, close enough to feel the hardness in his slacks. “Seungho. G.O. Joon needs some clarification on a new dance move. We’re going to the practice room.” Without waiting for acknowledgement, Bi grabbed Joon’s hand and led him out of the flat.
“They didn’t buy that at all.”
“Should I have said I plan to fuck you against the wall of mirrors?”
Joon considered. “Probably not. Knowing G.O., he’d want to watch.”
“Something to remember.”
In the practice room, door locked, Bi pinned Joon to the wall, the one without mirrors as it happened. Lips ravaged his and hands slid under his wife-beater shirt to explore defined back muscles. The feel of strong hands on his skin sent Joon into a frenzy of pulling Bi’s hair and tearing at the buttons on his shirt. A few threads gave way and buttons skittered across the floor.
Bi sank blunt nails into Joon’s lower back, pressing their erections together and arching back a little to give Joon greater access to his chest. Fingers pulled at his nipples, pinched them between sharp nails until he hissed in pain and gratification. He ground their pelvises together and was rewarded by the hitch of Joon’s breath and the sharper pinch of his nails.
They worked each other free of pants and underwear, lips sometimes gliding over lips, sometimes over slickening skin. Joon snagged the lube from Bi’s pants pocket, a small packet designed to fit easily in a pocket. Opening it, smearing his fingers with the cool liquid, he gave the remainder to Bi and turned to the wall. Feet spread, one hand braced, he reached between his legs and ran slick fingers along his crack. When he slid one finger into his hole, he heard Bi’s helpless moan. He moved the finger in to the second knuckle, slid it back out, and then speared inside again with two fingers.
“Oh fuck.” Bi ran his hands hungrily over Joon’s back and ass, down his thighs and back up. “You’ve been finger fucking yourself while I was away.”
“Not just my fingers.” He glanced over his shoulder to see Bi’s eyes darken to black, his face dark with lust.
“The plug. You used it.”
“Mmm. Next time, you’ll use it on me.”
“Or I’ll watch you fuck yourself with it.” He slipped a finger in beside Joon’s, hissed at the heat and damp surrounding his finger. “It has a remote, you know.”
“I know.” He whimpered when Bi removed his fingers.
“Against the mirrors. Hold on to the barre.”
Joon assumed the position with both hands gripping the wooden bar and nearly fell to his knees when Bi licked into his stretched hole. He lingered along the outer ridge of muscle, teasing and taunting with the tip of his tongue, suddenly pressing in as far as he could just to hear Joon cry out in pleasure. Finally, after Joon quivered with need and thrust mindlessly back into his face, Bi stood and positioned his cock.
He let Joon feel the head press against him before sliding into the hilt. Joan moaned and he slid back out, ramming back in hard enough their balls smacked together. The slap of pain drove Bi harder into Joon’s body and had Joon grinding back on Bi in desperation. In the mirror, he could see Joon’s cock, full and hard, bouncing with each thrust. He locked eyes with Joon, saw the plea but denied him, continuing to ride his ass hard. He felt his balls tighten, a little burst of electricity shoot through him and came in Joon’s hot, clenching passage.
On the edge, Joon tried to ride Bi’s softening cock but it slid out and left him empty and unsatisfied. He let go of the bar with one hand and reached for his erection but Bi grabbed his wrist. “Oh, no. I’m not through with you yet.”
Placing Joon’s hand firmly back on the bar, he walked over to his discarded pants and rummaged around. Recognizing the object in Bi’s hand, he whimpered. “No.”
“Oh yea.” Adjusting the cock ring around the base of Joon’s erection, he smiled at the sight of Joon spread-legged, ass-fucked, and painfully aroused.
“But-“
“Can you walk?” He watched Joon straighten with a few soft moans of discomfort and take a few tentative steps, each one causing him to grimace and moan again. “Good, good.”
Bi pulled on his clothes and held Joon’s clothes out. “Put them on. We can’t have you walking around naked.”
In a pained state but willing to go along with Bi because, well, he was Bi, Joon struggled into boxers, pants, and his shirt. His erection complained and begged the whole time, the constriction of clothes almost too much to bear. “Where are we going?”
“My place.”
Joon’s eyes widened. He’d never been to Bi’s place for sex but he knew the man had a collection of toys. He’d accidently -on purpose- stumbled across them once when they were there for a business dinner. Some concern must have shown on his face because Bi cupped his face in his hands and kissed him gently on the lips.
“I’ll take good care of you. I promise.”