drinking party; bayoung, 760 words, nc-17
Title: Drinking Party
Pairing/Focus: Jinyoung/Baro
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 760 words
Author’s Note: So this is major pwp. Lol. I wanted to write some Bayoung and I’m just posting something since it has been forever since Pitiful Sunflower was updated. It’s still in the works, I promise, if anyone’s actually waiting for it at all. Enjoy. Hurhur.
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Jinyoung’s a little confused and he isn’t too sure if it’s because Sunwoo’s soft mouth is sucking at the side of his neck or because his hand is sitting slipped into his pants. He closes his eyes shut and lets out a small mewl, his hips subconsciously bucking into the younger’s hand as he strokes at his length through the thin fabric of his boxers.
He can’t quite figure out how they ended up this way because the last thing he remembers is having something to drink together on the floor of their dorm but before he knew it, they were kissing with Sunwoo’s plush lips pressed so right against his own.
He hears a low chuckle escape from in between Sunwoo’s lips and he’s a little embarrassed because he’s never had anything like this happen to him before and he vaguely wonders if he’s doing it wrong.
“D-don’t laugh…” he pleads in a quiet whine, feeling a bit brave, before biting back a small moan when he feels the other’s grip tighten a bit.
“You’re just so fucking cute with your moans,” Sunwoo whispers lowly against the older’s skin at his neck. “I can’t help but laugh a little.” His lips trail down to the collarbone, leaving behind a red patch at every other kiss as he traces Jinyoung’s milky white skin. Jinyoung lolls his head back a little to give him more access, letting out a breathy moan through parted lips, his face flushed. His mind feels a bit hazy as Sunwoo’s hand continues with its ministrations because it's way better to have someone else touch him than touching himself and he cannot even come up with the right words to describe the feeling.
Sunwoo pulls his lips away and Jinyoung whines a little under his breath at the loss of contact, glancing down curiously when the younger moves to free his aroused length out from his boxers to finally close his fingers around it. Jinyoung’s breath hitches and his eyes roll back slightly because Sunwoo’s hand feels so good as it slides up and down, painstakingly slow. He rests his weight back onto his hands as he shudders a bit under the younger’s touch, biting down on his lip to keep a moan from slipping out.
“No,” Sunwoo speaks and he sounds a little mad, causing a small confusion within Jinyoung. “Who the hell said to keep it in? Moan.”
“B-but…” he replies in a stammer, curling in his toes when Sunwoo’s grip tightens a bit. “A-ah…”
Sunwoo’s hand continues up and down with its fluid movements, his half-lidded eyes watching the older react with a shudder running through his thin body. It takes every strength within him to try and not jump him right there and now, taking him on the living room floor and making him scream for more until all the neighbors know exactly what the hell is going up in their dorm.
But no. He knows better than to do something like that to put attention on them. He instead wets his lips to continue with his stroking, ready to have Jinyoung a whimpering mess under his touch because really, that is the most fun thing about Jinyoung.
With every slide of his hand, his thumb glides over the head of the older’s length. He brings his hand to his lips to lick it before fisting the shaft once more as Jinyoung grabs a hold of his sleeve to have something to hold onto.
“S-Sunwoo…” he stammers out in a low whimper and the whimper makes its way straight into Sunwoo’s pants, causing him to grow tight in it as his hand tugs once more at Jinyoung.
It only takes a couple more tugs before Jinyoung comes and spills all over the younger’s hand, mewling and shuddering with closed eyes as his length twitches and his body spasms a bit. His body goes limp and he curls closer against Sunwoo, heavy breath escaping his lips as he looks extremely flushed and touched out. Sunwoo pulls his hand away and rubs the tips of his fingers against one another, a pleased smirk forming across his lips.
“That good, huh?” he chuckles lowly, receiving a weak nod in return. He reaches for the roll of toilet paper on the ground, not too far away from them, wiping his hand clean. He licks his lips and throws the tissue aside, glancing down at the older with a small smile. “All right, so. I’m gonna need you to not have drinking parties with the other members, ‘kay?”