#12. B1A4 [Baro/CNU]
Fandom: b1a4
Title: more than he can take
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: baro/cnu
Length: 1,462 words
Summary: sometimes, cnu needs to feel it to remind himself that he really is in control.
Warnings: none.
Notes: this is a remix of a drabble.
Remixee author: sai12
Title of work you remixed: untitled
Link to work you remixed: http://insaisworlds.livejournal.com/12308.html#cutid4
Dongwoo's on his arms and knees, and Sunwoo's rocking into him, gripping hard at his hips. He hasn't been touching Dongwoo, and Dongwoo's got his face buried in his pillow so he doesn't make a sound, but it isn't as if it matters because Sunwoo's groans and grunts are loud enough to be heard from far, far away. Dongwoo shifts a little so that he's able to slide a hand down to palm his cock, but Sunwoo swats his hand away, and leans forward to bite at Dongwoo's neck even though he keeps telling him not to.
When Sunwoo thrusts particularly hard into Dongwoo, Dongwoo gasps, hands fisting in the bed sheets.
'Harder,' Dongwoo says, in between choked moans. 'Faster.'
But Sunwoo doesn't listen, and when Dongwoo comes, it's from Sunwoo jerking him off, and he gets it all over the bed sheets.
x
Sometimes, Sunwoo's rough, and Dongwoo gets finger shaped bruises on his hips, or his arms.
'I've told you not to do it, and you never listen,' Dongwoo says, rubbing at his arms, looking miserable.
Sunwoo raises an eyebrow, and grabs Dongwoo's arm, pressing a kiss to the bruised area.
'There. Feeling better?'
Dongwoo doesn't answer, but he looks at Sunwoo impassively. He supposes he's happy to watch, to be pinned down, to let someone else take charge but this... He frowns, trying to grasp at what he's really feeling inside when Sunwoo flashes him a grin, and Dongwoo thinks sometimes, I wonder who's the older one.
x
Sunwoo's got Dongwoo's hands pinned down above his head, nails digging into his skin as he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down Dongwoo's neck and chest. Dongwoo's arching up against him, struggling against his grip a little too feebly for Sunwoo to take him seriously. It isn't as if he minds, of course. Sunwoo looks up at him, and slips a hand in between them to stroke him, whispering 'You don't get to come until I do, hyung.'
There's a strange sort of shift in the atmosphere, and Dongwoo glares at Sunwoo, he's about to say something but his breath catches in his throat when Sunwoo moves to remove his boxers, making sure not to touch him.
(Dongwoo feels it though, the odd sensation of his pride prickling, as if he ought to do something about the situation)
But Sunwoo smirks at him, giving him a devilish grin as he lowers his hips, fisting both their cocks together and any form of coherent thought leaves Dongwoo's mind.
Dongwoo's pretty sure he had been thinking about the power Sunwoo seemed to have over him, and something else about control and balance and some other complicated thing, but right now, with Sunwoo stroking his cock, rubbing his thumb against his leaking slit....
'Hold on, hyung,' Sunwoo drawls in that low, husky voice of his. 'Remember, not until I come.'
Dongwoo has to remind himself that it isn't as if he minds.
x
Context and situation hardly matters. Sunwoo's large personality dominates, naturally, of course, and then Junghwan's there and there isn't hope for anyone really. Chanshik joins in sometimes, and then all that's left for Dongwoo to do is either to look at the ground in exasperation that shouldn't show, or to look on with Jinyoung and exchange smiles, looking like a pair of proud parents.
(Sunwoo notices when Dongwoo gravitates towards Jinyoung, when they behave like a married pair, and he makes it a point to fuck Dongwoo properly afterwards. It's like he's claiming Dongwoo as his, and Dongwoo reminds himself to tell Sunwoo it's all his fault for hogging the limelight and whatnot, but he never gets around it.)
x
They're on the sofa, it's a miracle that they're alone in the evening, and the first thing Sunwoo does is to pull Dongwoo down on to the sofa so that he's straddling him, and thread his fingers through his hair, kissing him messily.
It doesn't take long for clothing to be shed, and soon enough Dongwoo's lowering his hips, impaling himself on Sunwoo's cock as he clutches at Sunwoo's shoulders. He goes down slowly, relishes the slow burn, the feeling of Sunwoo filling him, but what he doesn't expect is for Sunwoo to grip his hips when he's supposed to be riding him. Sunwoo looks at him with a wicked smile and thrusts upwards, and Dongwoo snarls. He sinks his nails into Sunwoo's skin, leaving red welts all over in an attempt to regain control but it's futile, considering how Sunwoo's hands are now cupping Dongwoo's ass, pulling his ass cheeks apart, spreading him wider as he fucks him.
They've got lube everywhere, on Sunwoo's stomach and thighs because Dongwoo had fumbled with the bottle earlier, and Dongwoo cannot help but feel that Sunwoo had planned for this, ensuring that everyone would be out so that he'd be able to take him like this, when they're alone. He bites back a choked gasp as he rolls his hips against Sunwoo, feeling Sunwoo's hand wrap around his cock, jerking him off.
Dongwoo likes it, likes this, likes it when Sunwoo's beneath him, grunting in pleasure as they fuck, but at the same time, there's something gnawing away at him. He's on top, he wants to properly be in control, he wants to get his way but then again, he is getting his way, what with how Sunwoo's touching him, bringing him closer to his climax...
Right?
x
The concept of authority, Dongwoo thinks, when it comes to him and Sunwoo, is something rather alien and foreign. Dongwoo supposes he doesn't assert himself often enough, but then again, even when he does, it comes off as a bit too mild for his liking. Sometimes, it comes across as if he's suggesting something, when in fact he's trying to say that the rest of the members should try listening to him and see how things work out.
They're in the middle of an interview and Dongwoo stops mid-sentence while answering a question, and Sunwoo picks up from where he had left off, and brings them on a ride as Dongwoo loses his train of thought.
Chanshik's eyes flicker from Sunwoo to Dongwoo, and his lips quirk upwards, almost as if he knows what's going on. Dongwoo's eyebrow twitches, and he's about to speak again but by now Junghwan's talking, he's going on and on and pressing forward and the interviewer looks at him with rapt attention, amused. There's no way they'd be able to win now, none of them can compete against Junghwan when he's holding court. Dongwoo catches Jinyoung's gaze momentarily, and Jinyoung shrugs, albeit with a smile on his lips.
It goes on and on and really, Dongwoo actively tries to fight it, and Chanshik gives him a meaningful look that says whatever you're trying to do, hyung, it isn't working.
'I'm the oldest,' Dongwoo says halfway into the interview. He doesn't know why he says it, it isn't as if it isn't obvious enough (it isn't) but it doesn't work. It's a futile attempt to regain control over the direction in which the conversation is going, and Sunwoo and Junghwan wreaks havoc and tears everything apart for the nth time, and Dongwoo decides that he minds, he really does.
x
It's an odd feeling, and it's something that feels vaguely like humiliation. The others snicker quietly behind his back (or rather, Chanshik gives him looks and Junghwan laughs loudly from time and time and gets into silly arguments with Sunwoo) while Jinyoung smiles pointedly and squeezes Dongwoo's shoulder.
x
It's three in the morning when Sunwoo slips into Dongwoo's bed, and cups a hand over Dongwoo's mouth, whispering in his ear, ordering him to be silent.
Dongwoo bites Sunwoo's hand and Sunwoo yelps in surprise, giving Dongwoo the opportunity to reverse their positions. He needs to win control, and from the way he's straddling Sunwoo, pinning his hands down, it seems like he's well on his way to success.
'You've been unreasonable,' Dongwoo says, looking down at Sunwoo from his position above him. He leans closer, so that his lips are ghosting over Sunwoo's. 'In your defiance of my authority.'
The words sound ridiculous coming from Dongwoo's lips, but he doesn't think that there's any other better way to put it. Sure, he's laid back and everything, but it doesn't mean he'll submit all the time. He'll worry about Sunwoo laughing about it later on, but for now in the pale moonlight, the shocked look on Sunwoo's face is absolutely priceless.
'Well, shall I remind you of who's the one in charge of everything here?' Dongwoo murmurs against Sunwoo's lips.
There's a soft whine from Sunwoo, complete with his hips bucking forward, eager for contact. Dongwoo smirks, and decides that this is completely worth the effort.
Title: more than he can take
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: baro/cnu
Length: 1,462 words
Summary: sometimes, cnu needs to feel it to remind himself that he really is in control.
Warnings: none.
Notes: this is a remix of a drabble.
Remixee author: sai12
Title of work you remixed: untitled
Link to work you remixed: http://insaisworlds.livejournal.com/12308.html#cutid4
Dongwoo's on his arms and knees, and Sunwoo's rocking into him, gripping hard at his hips. He hasn't been touching Dongwoo, and Dongwoo's got his face buried in his pillow so he doesn't make a sound, but it isn't as if it matters because Sunwoo's groans and grunts are loud enough to be heard from far, far away. Dongwoo shifts a little so that he's able to slide a hand down to palm his cock, but Sunwoo swats his hand away, and leans forward to bite at Dongwoo's neck even though he keeps telling him not to.
When Sunwoo thrusts particularly hard into Dongwoo, Dongwoo gasps, hands fisting in the bed sheets.
'Harder,' Dongwoo says, in between choked moans. 'Faster.'
But Sunwoo doesn't listen, and when Dongwoo comes, it's from Sunwoo jerking him off, and he gets it all over the bed sheets.
x
Sometimes, Sunwoo's rough, and Dongwoo gets finger shaped bruises on his hips, or his arms.
'I've told you not to do it, and you never listen,' Dongwoo says, rubbing at his arms, looking miserable.
Sunwoo raises an eyebrow, and grabs Dongwoo's arm, pressing a kiss to the bruised area.
'There. Feeling better?'
Dongwoo doesn't answer, but he looks at Sunwoo impassively. He supposes he's happy to watch, to be pinned down, to let someone else take charge but this... He frowns, trying to grasp at what he's really feeling inside when Sunwoo flashes him a grin, and Dongwoo thinks sometimes, I wonder who's the older one.
x
Sunwoo's got Dongwoo's hands pinned down above his head, nails digging into his skin as he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses down Dongwoo's neck and chest. Dongwoo's arching up against him, struggling against his grip a little too feebly for Sunwoo to take him seriously. It isn't as if he minds, of course. Sunwoo looks up at him, and slips a hand in between them to stroke him, whispering 'You don't get to come until I do, hyung.'
There's a strange sort of shift in the atmosphere, and Dongwoo glares at Sunwoo, he's about to say something but his breath catches in his throat when Sunwoo moves to remove his boxers, making sure not to touch him.
(Dongwoo feels it though, the odd sensation of his pride prickling, as if he ought to do something about the situation)
But Sunwoo smirks at him, giving him a devilish grin as he lowers his hips, fisting both their cocks together and any form of coherent thought leaves Dongwoo's mind.
Dongwoo's pretty sure he had been thinking about the power Sunwoo seemed to have over him, and something else about control and balance and some other complicated thing, but right now, with Sunwoo stroking his cock, rubbing his thumb against his leaking slit....
'Hold on, hyung,' Sunwoo drawls in that low, husky voice of his. 'Remember, not until I come.'
Dongwoo has to remind himself that it isn't as if he minds.
x
Context and situation hardly matters. Sunwoo's large personality dominates, naturally, of course, and then Junghwan's there and there isn't hope for anyone really. Chanshik joins in sometimes, and then all that's left for Dongwoo to do is either to look at the ground in exasperation that shouldn't show, or to look on with Jinyoung and exchange smiles, looking like a pair of proud parents.
(Sunwoo notices when Dongwoo gravitates towards Jinyoung, when they behave like a married pair, and he makes it a point to fuck Dongwoo properly afterwards. It's like he's claiming Dongwoo as his, and Dongwoo reminds himself to tell Sunwoo it's all his fault for hogging the limelight and whatnot, but he never gets around it.)
x
They're on the sofa, it's a miracle that they're alone in the evening, and the first thing Sunwoo does is to pull Dongwoo down on to the sofa so that he's straddling him, and thread his fingers through his hair, kissing him messily.
It doesn't take long for clothing to be shed, and soon enough Dongwoo's lowering his hips, impaling himself on Sunwoo's cock as he clutches at Sunwoo's shoulders. He goes down slowly, relishes the slow burn, the feeling of Sunwoo filling him, but what he doesn't expect is for Sunwoo to grip his hips when he's supposed to be riding him. Sunwoo looks at him with a wicked smile and thrusts upwards, and Dongwoo snarls. He sinks his nails into Sunwoo's skin, leaving red welts all over in an attempt to regain control but it's futile, considering how Sunwoo's hands are now cupping Dongwoo's ass, pulling his ass cheeks apart, spreading him wider as he fucks him.
They've got lube everywhere, on Sunwoo's stomach and thighs because Dongwoo had fumbled with the bottle earlier, and Dongwoo cannot help but feel that Sunwoo had planned for this, ensuring that everyone would be out so that he'd be able to take him like this, when they're alone. He bites back a choked gasp as he rolls his hips against Sunwoo, feeling Sunwoo's hand wrap around his cock, jerking him off.
Dongwoo likes it, likes this, likes it when Sunwoo's beneath him, grunting in pleasure as they fuck, but at the same time, there's something gnawing away at him. He's on top, he wants to properly be in control, he wants to get his way but then again, he is getting his way, what with how Sunwoo's touching him, bringing him closer to his climax...
Right?
x
The concept of authority, Dongwoo thinks, when it comes to him and Sunwoo, is something rather alien and foreign. Dongwoo supposes he doesn't assert himself often enough, but then again, even when he does, it comes off as a bit too mild for his liking. Sometimes, it comes across as if he's suggesting something, when in fact he's trying to say that the rest of the members should try listening to him and see how things work out.
They're in the middle of an interview and Dongwoo stops mid-sentence while answering a question, and Sunwoo picks up from where he had left off, and brings them on a ride as Dongwoo loses his train of thought.
Chanshik's eyes flicker from Sunwoo to Dongwoo, and his lips quirk upwards, almost as if he knows what's going on. Dongwoo's eyebrow twitches, and he's about to speak again but by now Junghwan's talking, he's going on and on and pressing forward and the interviewer looks at him with rapt attention, amused. There's no way they'd be able to win now, none of them can compete against Junghwan when he's holding court. Dongwoo catches Jinyoung's gaze momentarily, and Jinyoung shrugs, albeit with a smile on his lips.
It goes on and on and really, Dongwoo actively tries to fight it, and Chanshik gives him a meaningful look that says whatever you're trying to do, hyung, it isn't working.
'I'm the oldest,' Dongwoo says halfway into the interview. He doesn't know why he says it, it isn't as if it isn't obvious enough (it isn't) but it doesn't work. It's a futile attempt to regain control over the direction in which the conversation is going, and Sunwoo and Junghwan wreaks havoc and tears everything apart for the nth time, and Dongwoo decides that he minds, he really does.
x
It's an odd feeling, and it's something that feels vaguely like humiliation. The others snicker quietly behind his back (or rather, Chanshik gives him looks and Junghwan laughs loudly from time and time and gets into silly arguments with Sunwoo) while Jinyoung smiles pointedly and squeezes Dongwoo's shoulder.
x
It's three in the morning when Sunwoo slips into Dongwoo's bed, and cups a hand over Dongwoo's mouth, whispering in his ear, ordering him to be silent.
Dongwoo bites Sunwoo's hand and Sunwoo yelps in surprise, giving Dongwoo the opportunity to reverse their positions. He needs to win control, and from the way he's straddling Sunwoo, pinning his hands down, it seems like he's well on his way to success.
'You've been unreasonable,' Dongwoo says, looking down at Sunwoo from his position above him. He leans closer, so that his lips are ghosting over Sunwoo's. 'In your defiance of my authority.'
The words sound ridiculous coming from Dongwoo's lips, but he doesn't think that there's any other better way to put it. Sure, he's laid back and everything, but it doesn't mean he'll submit all the time. He'll worry about Sunwoo laughing about it later on, but for now in the pale moonlight, the shocked look on Sunwoo's face is absolutely priceless.
'Well, shall I remind you of who's the one in charge of everything here?' Dongwoo murmurs against Sunwoo's lips.
There's a soft whine from Sunwoo, complete with his hips bucking forward, eager for contact. Dongwoo smirks, and decides that this is completely worth the effort.