[fic] emotional blackmail. your move. (2/3?)
title: the seduction of adrenaline
fandom: RPF Infinite
characters: Dongwoo (ot7)
word count: ~1900
summary: everyone wants Dongwoo. crack UST, cat-play, dom/sub, naptime, gyu being squishy Dongwoo's perspective
disclaimer: if you are not a member of the kpop alphabet gang, you should run away
a/n: this section is for Jamie especially
also - I'm sorry in advance this time
[The truth was, Dongwoo hadn't been asleep.]The truth was, Dongwoo wasn't asleep.
Earlier that day, when Hoya and Woohyun emerged from their separate corners and left the dorm together, looking especially pained, Sungjong had sweetly suggested that Dongwoo go with them.
He had been sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine, Myungsoo sitting on the floor at his feet, flipping through his camera, occasionally daring to rest his head against Sungjong’s leg. He had barely glanced up when Hoya had stopped to kiss Myungsoo on the forehead on his way out. (Since Sungjong’s campaign had begun, Hoya became more and more affectionate toward Myungsoo in front of the others. Hoya kept his heart close to his chest, except when Myungsoo was having a particularly hard time.) He had waited until the door closed before saying, “Aren’t you going with them, hyung?”
There was something disturbing about the sticky sweetness that shaped the question.
And that was Dongwoo’s very last straw.
Not so much because of the question, or Sungjong’s fake nonchalance, but the raw hope that had sparked in Myungsoo’s eyes when he said it.
Sungjong’s pets weren’t stupid. None of them were, not really. Though, Sunggyu did put up a very valiant effort to feign ignorance.
Sungjong had got it into his mind to have Dongwoo… or to see Hoya have him… or to see who would break first, the plan really wasn’t clear to Dongwoo. Possibly it was all going much more spectacularly than Sungjong could have imagined, because obviously Sungyeol had sniffed him out and started playing along.
Recently, in those moments when Sungyeol was able to pull Woohyun away for a spell, Woohyun had started looking longingly in Dongwoo’s direction. He wasn’t sure why or what Woohyun was waiting for. Once he walked into Woohyun’s room to Sungyeol saying sternly, “No hyung! Don’t ask me again.” Storming out when he saw Dongwoo and giving Woohyun a hard look. The way Woohyun curled up near him after that made Dongwoo sure he had been asking Sungyeol for him.
Which maybe was a little paranoid… narcissistic… perhaps it was all wishful thinking.
Sunggyu had been a relative comfort in the meantime.
Not that Sunggyu was a second choice, or that he wasn’t good, or that it wasn’t a relief to sink between the sheets at night with someone who would return his needs without question. But with Sunggyu everything was so soft, so full, so sweet, so nice. Sex with Sunggyu was like finding your childhood blanket in an old box and it still warmed your heart, even if maybe you thought you had outgrown it. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t ask Sunggyu for something… different. But it wasn’t that he wanted to ask.
He wanted to be taken.
He wanted to feel the way he did when he was on stage. When everything was movement and sound and force and there were no thoughts and no softness, just the swell of power oozing out of him and embracing him and filling him.
Off-stage he sometimes felt as though all he could be was sweet, soft Dongwoo. Who had sweet, soft sex with Sunggyu. Who grabbed everyone’s butts innocently (ha); who was cuddly and loving and cared for everyone. He wanted that to be challenged, wanted something that would make him feel like he did on stage, like he did when he danced and there was only movement and his rawness exposed.
Some thought that being soft was to be exposed. That showing you cared was revealing. That wearing your heart on your sleeve was a form of vulnerability.
Some people would be wrong.
For Dongwoo - sometimes - he felt as though he’d only feel vulnerable and truly exposed if someone could bring out that surge and capture it, hold it in their hands, and then maybe someone would really see him; would see all the parts of him and he wouldn’t feel so fragmented.
He wasn’t blind, either. He saw the way the others looked at him when he was dancing, when he rapped, when that wave of raw physicality (or whatever it was) took him over. He also saw them cling to each other afterwards. And soft, sweet Dongwoo was left with squishy Sunggyu. And that had just been the way it worked.
Until it stopped working.
He figured it was only a matter of time before one of the dongsaengs decided he would make a good addition to their entourage.
He felt as though he was just waiting for a serious Sungjong to order Hoya to take him roughly against the kitchen counter. For graceful Sungyeol to sit back as Woohyun seduced him with his words and his lips.
Only then they decided to starve everyone out instead. Wait for one of the others to make the first move and then gloat.
Which would have been just as amusing for Dongwoo - if it weren’t for the fact that meanwhile, they were playing him like a harp. Seducing him slowly. Undressing him with their eyes, but never touching. Taunting Hoya and Woohyun into wrestling all over the house to tease him. Driving Sunggyu from the apartment with their games so Dongwoo didn’t even have that anymore. And he was done playing their game.
He was going to get what he wanted.
Even if it meant hurting someone.
Soft, sweet Dongwoo. He could hurt someone if he needed to. And he had every intention of doing so.
Weren’t they all making great sport of hurting each other and him?
Wasn’t it his turn?
And so he just laughed Sungjong off playfully, “Aish! I’m too tired.”
And then he threw his body on the ground, stretched out, and turned on a movie.
He stayed there, lying on the floor with his arms and legs in all directions, even after Sungjong had taken Myungsoo off to his room to leave Dongwoo to his movie.
So he pretended to be asleep.
He was hoping to lure out Myungsoo.
Myungsoo who couldn’t resist the warmth of any sleeping body, who would see him lying on the floor, his limbs sprawled out, his breath heavy and even, it was only a matter of time before Myungsoo’s dark head nuzzled softly against his shoulder. He had learned over the years that the younger boy had an uncanny knack for knowing instinctively when he was asleep.
And when he found him.
Well…
When Myungsoo found him, Dongwoo had all sorts of unformed plans. Most of which ended with Myungsoo in tears. Which wasn’t necessarily what he wanted.
But if Sungjong thought that Dongwoo was someone to be fucked with… well, then he’d fuck with Sungjong’s toy.
Only then the door opened and Dongwoo wasn’t sure for how long Sunggyu was standing there staring at him, but his heart was thumping in his ears the whole time. Hoping against hope that Sunggyu would finally just give in and make the first move.
Hoya and Woohyun came in only a few minutes later.
Dongwoo wasn’t surprised that Woohyun took the lead. They had been watching each other for a while.
He was hard the second Woohyun put his hand over his mouth.
Note to all of you: if you hold my hand and are very nice, I may *actually* be able to write the porny-part next. I know L/J were disappointed that you didn't get it yesterday. thing is - that's a WHOLE LOT of he/his/him's and LIMBS omg! I may not be able to keep it all straight. also porn is scary. but... I've come this far for all of you... so....
[part one]
fandom: RPF Infinite
characters: Dongwoo (ot7)
word count: ~1900
summary: everyone wants Dongwoo. crack UST, cat-play, dom/sub, naptime, gyu being squishy Dongwoo's perspective
disclaimer: if you are not a member of the kpop alphabet gang, you should run away
a/n: this section is for Jamie especially
also - I'm sorry in advance this time
[The truth was, Dongwoo hadn't been asleep.]The truth was, Dongwoo wasn't asleep.
Earlier that day, when Hoya and Woohyun emerged from their separate corners and left the dorm together, looking especially pained, Sungjong had sweetly suggested that Dongwoo go with them.
He had been sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine, Myungsoo sitting on the floor at his feet, flipping through his camera, occasionally daring to rest his head against Sungjong’s leg. He had barely glanced up when Hoya had stopped to kiss Myungsoo on the forehead on his way out. (Since Sungjong’s campaign had begun, Hoya became more and more affectionate toward Myungsoo in front of the others. Hoya kept his heart close to his chest, except when Myungsoo was having a particularly hard time.) He had waited until the door closed before saying, “Aren’t you going with them, hyung?”
There was something disturbing about the sticky sweetness that shaped the question.
And that was Dongwoo’s very last straw.
Not so much because of the question, or Sungjong’s fake nonchalance, but the raw hope that had sparked in Myungsoo’s eyes when he said it.
Sungjong’s pets weren’t stupid. None of them were, not really. Though, Sunggyu did put up a very valiant effort to feign ignorance.
Sungjong had got it into his mind to have Dongwoo… or to see Hoya have him… or to see who would break first, the plan really wasn’t clear to Dongwoo. Possibly it was all going much more spectacularly than Sungjong could have imagined, because obviously Sungyeol had sniffed him out and started playing along.
Recently, in those moments when Sungyeol was able to pull Woohyun away for a spell, Woohyun had started looking longingly in Dongwoo’s direction. He wasn’t sure why or what Woohyun was waiting for. Once he walked into Woohyun’s room to Sungyeol saying sternly, “No hyung! Don’t ask me again.” Storming out when he saw Dongwoo and giving Woohyun a hard look. The way Woohyun curled up near him after that made Dongwoo sure he had been asking Sungyeol for him.
Which maybe was a little paranoid… narcissistic… perhaps it was all wishful thinking.
Sunggyu had been a relative comfort in the meantime.
Not that Sunggyu was a second choice, or that he wasn’t good, or that it wasn’t a relief to sink between the sheets at night with someone who would return his needs without question. But with Sunggyu everything was so soft, so full, so sweet, so nice. Sex with Sunggyu was like finding your childhood blanket in an old box and it still warmed your heart, even if maybe you thought you had outgrown it. And it wasn’t like he couldn’t ask Sunggyu for something… different. But it wasn’t that he wanted to ask.
He wanted to be taken.
He wanted to feel the way he did when he was on stage. When everything was movement and sound and force and there were no thoughts and no softness, just the swell of power oozing out of him and embracing him and filling him.
Off-stage he sometimes felt as though all he could be was sweet, soft Dongwoo. Who had sweet, soft sex with Sunggyu. Who grabbed everyone’s butts innocently (ha); who was cuddly and loving and cared for everyone. He wanted that to be challenged, wanted something that would make him feel like he did on stage, like he did when he danced and there was only movement and his rawness exposed.
Some thought that being soft was to be exposed. That showing you cared was revealing. That wearing your heart on your sleeve was a form of vulnerability.
Some people would be wrong.
For Dongwoo - sometimes - he felt as though he’d only feel vulnerable and truly exposed if someone could bring out that surge and capture it, hold it in their hands, and then maybe someone would really see him; would see all the parts of him and he wouldn’t feel so fragmented.
He wasn’t blind, either. He saw the way the others looked at him when he was dancing, when he rapped, when that wave of raw physicality (or whatever it was) took him over. He also saw them cling to each other afterwards. And soft, sweet Dongwoo was left with squishy Sunggyu. And that had just been the way it worked.
Until it stopped working.
He figured it was only a matter of time before one of the dongsaengs decided he would make a good addition to their entourage.
He felt as though he was just waiting for a serious Sungjong to order Hoya to take him roughly against the kitchen counter. For graceful Sungyeol to sit back as Woohyun seduced him with his words and his lips.
Only then they decided to starve everyone out instead. Wait for one of the others to make the first move and then gloat.
Which would have been just as amusing for Dongwoo - if it weren’t for the fact that meanwhile, they were playing him like a harp. Seducing him slowly. Undressing him with their eyes, but never touching. Taunting Hoya and Woohyun into wrestling all over the house to tease him. Driving Sunggyu from the apartment with their games so Dongwoo didn’t even have that anymore. And he was done playing their game.
He was going to get what he wanted.
Even if it meant hurting someone.
Soft, sweet Dongwoo. He could hurt someone if he needed to. And he had every intention of doing so.
Weren’t they all making great sport of hurting each other and him?
Wasn’t it his turn?
And so he just laughed Sungjong off playfully, “Aish! I’m too tired.”
And then he threw his body on the ground, stretched out, and turned on a movie.
He stayed there, lying on the floor with his arms and legs in all directions, even after Sungjong had taken Myungsoo off to his room to leave Dongwoo to his movie.
So he pretended to be asleep.
He was hoping to lure out Myungsoo.
Myungsoo who couldn’t resist the warmth of any sleeping body, who would see him lying on the floor, his limbs sprawled out, his breath heavy and even, it was only a matter of time before Myungsoo’s dark head nuzzled softly against his shoulder. He had learned over the years that the younger boy had an uncanny knack for knowing instinctively when he was asleep.
And when he found him.
Well…
When Myungsoo found him, Dongwoo had all sorts of unformed plans. Most of which ended with Myungsoo in tears. Which wasn’t necessarily what he wanted.
But if Sungjong thought that Dongwoo was someone to be fucked with… well, then he’d fuck with Sungjong’s toy.
Only then the door opened and Dongwoo wasn’t sure for how long Sunggyu was standing there staring at him, but his heart was thumping in his ears the whole time. Hoping against hope that Sunggyu would finally just give in and make the first move.
Hoya and Woohyun came in only a few minutes later.
Dongwoo wasn’t surprised that Woohyun took the lead. They had been watching each other for a while.
He was hard the second Woohyun put his hand over his mouth.
Note to all of you: if you hold my hand and are very nice, I may *actually* be able to write the porny-part next. I know L/J were disappointed that you didn't get it yesterday. thing is - that's a WHOLE LOT of he/his/him's and LIMBS omg! I may not be able to keep it all straight. also porn is scary. but... I've come this far for all of you... so....
[part one]