Potpourri (1/?)
Title: Potpourri (1/?)
Pairing(s): DooWoon (later JunWoon, DongSeob)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,020+
Summary: He never said, “no,” and because he never said, “no,” they never stopped. Because you never say “no” to hyung.
Yoseob was going to be home soon. He and Dongwoon were going to head out for a petite snack before the rigorous work ahead.
Dongwoon hit the gym early that Monday morning. He took a break from exercise Sunday, so he had to make up for that lost day, doubling the effort. Maybe tripling: That slice of cake he wolfed down yesterday was already making itself comfortable on the sides of his waist. It was a delicious slice, worth the rigor, so the maknae didn’t mind the extra sit-ups.
After his trip to the gym, Dongwoon showered, slipped into something perfect for temporary lounging, and set to the kitchen to cut up a few pieces of fruit to nibble on while he waited for his little hyung to arrive.
But Doojoon came home first. Dongwoon knew it was him: he always whistled when he strode in. The knife in his hand rattled. His palm was moist, too. He wasn’t expecting him until later the night-and Dongwoon would’ve been gone late that night.
Doojoon-back from some taping-put away his coat, his hat, his bag. He was delighted upon seeing Dongwoon’s duffle bag lying oddly on the floor. Because that meant Dongwoon was home. The smile on his lips bloomed when he discovered the maknae in the kitchen, with his long back inviting him forward. And he came forward. Dongwoon anxiously shivered at each click the heel of Doojoon’s shoes made. The man didn’t even bother to take off his shoes; he was so excited to have the boy alone. It was time to play.
“Dongwooooon~”
“Yes, hyung?” the boy replied without purposeful eye contact.
Doojoon approached him, “I’m back early.”
“Oh.”
Doojoon neared… nearer, “I didn’t think I’d come home to anyone,” and then Doojoon stopped, standing as close to Dongwoon’s backside as he could without any physical contact, “but looks like I was wrong.”
The maknae stopped quartering the kiwi, feeling Doojoon’s breath moisten the skin of his nape. Then his lips touched his nape. Then his hands clutched Dongwoon’s hips. He jerked Dongwoon onto his body. Dongwoon stiffened.
“Whassamatter? Hm?” Doojoon hummed, sensing his uneasiness and placing additional firm kisses to the right side of the boy’s jaw. One after the other after the other.
“Nothing,” he replied.
Dongwoon heard the elder draw in his scent.
“You smell good.”
“Th… Thank you, hyung.”
“You went to the gym, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s why…”
Doojoon told him to turn around. Dongwoon turned, and his eyes said it all:
Hyung… stop. I don’t want to keep doing this. It’s not real. This is not real. You’re only using me. This is a game to you; I don’t wanna play anymore…
Doojoon beamed, “I can tell you missed me.” He didn’t bother to decipher the messages the maknae’s pupils put on display.
Dongwoon looked down, then up. He brightened, a soft coral glowing above his cheeks. That much was somewhat true. He did miss Dooojoon to a certain extent. He always missed his twin whenever he was away…
Their relationship grew from platonic to sexual several months back. No one knew but them, of course, and they planned to keep it that way. The love they made was genuine, powerful and sweet, and Dongwoon could feel that Doojoon’s heart really felt something for his. But he began to question that now that Doojoon had a steady girlfriend who he was “so in love” with.
So now, these kisses, these touches, these looks and gazes of ardent, amorous hunger all aimed at Dongwoon… what did they all mean now? Were they all illusions now? Did Doojoon feel anything at all for the boy?
Or was he just a side dish and Doojoon was just fooling around with him just ‘cause he could? Just ‘cause Dongwoon couldn’t say, “no?” Because… Dongwoon loved Doojoon. He couldn’t just up and forget his feelings for the man just because he’d found a partner. He couldn’t forget about the nights they passionately shared in their beds at the hotels, or the various closets, or the beach-oh, the beach… They had history, but it seemed like Dongwoon was the only one remembering it.
“I want a kiss,” Doojoon bluntly demanded.
The boy’s eyes rounded some as he stared at the other’s waiting mouth. Dongwoon timidly wet his lower lip, leaned off of the counter and leaned into Doojoon. His lips met Doojoon’s with a noted hesitance, but they relaxed the longer they stayed, for he truthfully loved those lips. It was entirely innocent in the beginning… kind of like it was in the beginning. Doojoon immediately drove his tongue between the boy’s teeth, and soon, the latter was feeling it forcibly swimming in the rear of his throat. He grunted adorably.
Hyung was one to hurry things. Doojoon’s entire palm then sailed in between Dongwoon’s legs, entirely cupping his groin. He started to palm him and stroke him sweetly. Dongwoon gasped; his eyes opened to these round chocolates. His knees shattered. His legs were akin to cold, cooked noodles-weak and unsteady. He clutched and relied on the counter behind him to keep upright. Doojoon watched him break down through the slits of his half-closed eyes as he continued to caress the boy’s warm manhood, while his tongue kept curling about against the roof of his mouth. He could feel the maknae’s small hips swaying, arching more of his swelling erection into his hotness.
“Yes, I’ve missed you, too,” said Doojoon, simpering at the eagerness in the boy’s hips. Dongwoon got pinker.
Doojoon flipped him over. As big as he was, it was as easy as turning over a baby doll. Dongwoon faced the counter now. Doojoon pressed down on the middle of his back to push the boy on top of it. Dongwoon leaned over, anxious for whatever was to come. He twisted his neck to peer behind him, down his back, and into the other’s eyes. The eldest of the pair slowly lowered himself onto his knees and sat comfortably on his calves. In front of his countenance was the boy’s attractive bottom featured in one of those snug, black, nylon shorts. They did him justice; Doojoon smiled. On one hand, his fingers danced around the band on his waistline, while the other hand admired and caressed and lightly pinched the maknae’s rear. He loved watching Woonie flinch and hearing him grunt.
Doojoon just took a moment to absorb that sight: Dongwoon’s brown orbs gazing back to his, his visage plagued with obvious arousal and anxiety. It was an appetizing visual.
“I love the way you’re looking at me, Woonie…”
“……”
“I’ve missed those eyes… those pretty eyes…”
“…”
Doojoon rubbed the whole left side of his face against the boy’s left globe, lastly giving it a wet kiss. He popped the short’s waistband like one would the string of a guitar. Dongwoon hopped…
“And these little shorts… when did you get these? Have you been wearing these without me around?”
Dongwoon didn’t answer, but he did from some sort of response when the older’s thumb dipped between his cheeks and rubbed and stroked. Dongwoon tumbled; Doojoon felt the muscle tighten under his appendage.
“No one else’s been havin’ fun with you while I was gone, have they? Hyung gets jealous… you know that.”
“Nm…” Dongwoon’s hips followed that thumb wherever it moved. Up. Down. Didn’t matter. His groin pulsed.
“I know you wouldn’t do that to me… You’re all mine.”
Then Doojoon ripped Dongwoon’s tight shorts down to his knees. The boy loosed a cry of surprise. The view of his flawless, cream-toned bottom wrought the largest grin on the elder’s face. His lips came to a point, and they continuously pressed down upon the place of Dongwoon’s right soft cheek with kiss after kiss, his eyes all the while on Dongwoon’s watchful, darkened spheres.
Doojoon’s lips covered just about every exposed pore of skin of the boy’s ass. And when he covered all the ground, the eldest gently spread his cheeks apart and immediately struck his wet tongue against his opening.
“Huhn………” Dongwoon’s body surrendered. His knees buckled and bent inward as he dissolved onto the counter. Doojoon got him sopping wet with his thick, twisting tissue, leaving all kinds of moist kisses to the maknae’s intimate opening. He was mindful in his tonguing. Intricate, even. Loving. And the boy felt that. Woonie’s long legs trembled like twigs. Hyung was good… He’d always been good, but, this time… maybe it was because he’d been gone for three days straight… Well, still, he was high in utter bliss, swimming in melted memories of the past… back when everything was so simple between them… The beating rhythm coursing through his cock was the same beat in his head.
Doojoon’s right hand kneaded Dongwoon’s rump-alternatingly skimming his lips over the soft skin to sow kisses-while his left hand added a finger to aid him in pushing his tongue inside the boy. First came the tip, and then came more and more. As much as Doojoon could give. Dongwoon thought he would melt to the floor…
“Hnhhnnnnn… Hyunggg…”
Doojoon tapped him sweetly on his round bottom in reply. He could feel the boy readily pushing himself against his lips. He was enjoying all of it. Dongwoon looked over his back, lips hanging. His eyes met Doojoon’s. Doojoon smiled. Dongwoon blushed… and he smiled a little, too…
…The main door opened. A chime played to welcome the new arrival.
“Wooooooon~” Yoseob called.
Dongwoon jumped at his little hyung’s beckoning.
“Woonie where are you? Are you here?”
The footsteps grew closer…
Doojoon’s tongue did not stop. Dongwoon, panicked, reached behind him and snatched up a cluster of hair on the crown of Doojoon’s head. He tried to yank his hyung away, biting his knuckle to silence himself, but he failed at restraining Doojoon. And he kept failing and failing and failing, and wriggling and hiding his wails deep in his throat. Doojoon’s lips and Doojoon’s tongue and Doojoon’s finger would not let up. They were relentlessly deep inside of him. Doojoon fought him and vigorously continued his unfinished work. They were just getting started.
Dongwoon’s heart pounded in his chest. It pounded in his head. It pounded in his stomach. He tugged and tugged on the locks in his fist, whining desperately for Doojoon to leave him be. He snapped his neck to gaze behind him. He shook his head in protest at the man, the pleading squint in his eyes telling him to stop. Was the man mad? Dongwoon did not want Yoseob walking in on them both. Not little hyung…
At the very last minute, Doojoon broke away smoothly-damn Yoseob. Dongwoon nearly snapped himself into several pieces while he scrambled to hike his shorts correctly onto his body.
Yoseob poked his head into the kitchen, sparkly and unannounced. He smiled brightly spotting the younger male, “Dongwoon, there you are~ Didn’t you hear me calling for you?”
“No… I was in the pantry…”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, it’s hard to hear in there sometimes, ‘specially with the door closed…” Yoseob looked to his other, present comrade, “Hey, Joon~ I didn’t expect you to be here ‘til ten!”
Doojoon grinned charmingly. “Yeah, me neither, especially with all the scenes that we had to redo, but they let me go early.”
“Ahh, that was nice of them,” Yoseob turned to Dongwoon, “now why aren’t you dressed!? I told you I’d be here soon!”
Doojoon stared at Dongwoon. His tongue went over his lips. Dongwoon peered down to his naked toes.
“I know, I-I’m sorry……”
Yoseob approached the… colored maknae.
“Woonie, your face is all red. Are you okay? You don’t have a temp, do you? Are you sick?”
“No. I feel fine, hyung.”
“Are you sure? Do we need to stop and get some medicine while we’re out?”
“NononoI’msure,” he slushed, “I-I’ll go and get ready now.”
Dongwoon zipped passed the two with his head lowered.
Doojoon’s slits keenly followed.
“……………Doojoon?”
“Yeah, Seob?”
Yoseob’s spheres of cocoa reflected the stark kitchen light.
“You’re seriously fucking him,” he stated.
Doojoon licked his lips again. He raised his eyebrows high, and he smiled.
( some of the next part...)
“Put your legs down,” Junhyung firmly ordered with a damp whisper to the boy’s ear.
Dongwoon put his legs down. His feet touched the carpet. He swallowed. He should’ve known Junhyung was going to disapprove.
Junhyung, grinning, kissed the back of Dongwoon’s head-“Thank you.”-then the upper shell of his ear after a long, wet, quiet lick. He tossed the blanket over them both, hiding them from the others. It was time to play.
Pairing(s): DooWoon (later JunWoon, DongSeob)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,020+
Summary: He never said, “no,” and because he never said, “no,” they never stopped. Because you never say “no” to hyung.
Yoseob was going to be home soon. He and Dongwoon were going to head out for a petite snack before the rigorous work ahead.
Dongwoon hit the gym early that Monday morning. He took a break from exercise Sunday, so he had to make up for that lost day, doubling the effort. Maybe tripling: That slice of cake he wolfed down yesterday was already making itself comfortable on the sides of his waist. It was a delicious slice, worth the rigor, so the maknae didn’t mind the extra sit-ups.
After his trip to the gym, Dongwoon showered, slipped into something perfect for temporary lounging, and set to the kitchen to cut up a few pieces of fruit to nibble on while he waited for his little hyung to arrive.
But Doojoon came home first. Dongwoon knew it was him: he always whistled when he strode in. The knife in his hand rattled. His palm was moist, too. He wasn’t expecting him until later the night-and Dongwoon would’ve been gone late that night.
Doojoon-back from some taping-put away his coat, his hat, his bag. He was delighted upon seeing Dongwoon’s duffle bag lying oddly on the floor. Because that meant Dongwoon was home. The smile on his lips bloomed when he discovered the maknae in the kitchen, with his long back inviting him forward. And he came forward. Dongwoon anxiously shivered at each click the heel of Doojoon’s shoes made. The man didn’t even bother to take off his shoes; he was so excited to have the boy alone. It was time to play.
“Dongwooooon~”
“Yes, hyung?” the boy replied without purposeful eye contact.
Doojoon approached him, “I’m back early.”
“Oh.”
Doojoon neared… nearer, “I didn’t think I’d come home to anyone,” and then Doojoon stopped, standing as close to Dongwoon’s backside as he could without any physical contact, “but looks like I was wrong.”
The maknae stopped quartering the kiwi, feeling Doojoon’s breath moisten the skin of his nape. Then his lips touched his nape. Then his hands clutched Dongwoon’s hips. He jerked Dongwoon onto his body. Dongwoon stiffened.
“Whassamatter? Hm?” Doojoon hummed, sensing his uneasiness and placing additional firm kisses to the right side of the boy’s jaw. One after the other after the other.
“Nothing,” he replied.
Dongwoon heard the elder draw in his scent.
“You smell good.”
“Th… Thank you, hyung.”
“You went to the gym, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s why…”
Doojoon told him to turn around. Dongwoon turned, and his eyes said it all:
Hyung… stop. I don’t want to keep doing this. It’s not real. This is not real. You’re only using me. This is a game to you; I don’t wanna play anymore…
Doojoon beamed, “I can tell you missed me.” He didn’t bother to decipher the messages the maknae’s pupils put on display.
Dongwoon looked down, then up. He brightened, a soft coral glowing above his cheeks. That much was somewhat true. He did miss Dooojoon to a certain extent. He always missed his twin whenever he was away…
Their relationship grew from platonic to sexual several months back. No one knew but them, of course, and they planned to keep it that way. The love they made was genuine, powerful and sweet, and Dongwoon could feel that Doojoon’s heart really felt something for his. But he began to question that now that Doojoon had a steady girlfriend who he was “so in love” with.
So now, these kisses, these touches, these looks and gazes of ardent, amorous hunger all aimed at Dongwoon… what did they all mean now? Were they all illusions now? Did Doojoon feel anything at all for the boy?
Or was he just a side dish and Doojoon was just fooling around with him just ‘cause he could? Just ‘cause Dongwoon couldn’t say, “no?” Because… Dongwoon loved Doojoon. He couldn’t just up and forget his feelings for the man just because he’d found a partner. He couldn’t forget about the nights they passionately shared in their beds at the hotels, or the various closets, or the beach-oh, the beach… They had history, but it seemed like Dongwoon was the only one remembering it.
“I want a kiss,” Doojoon bluntly demanded.
The boy’s eyes rounded some as he stared at the other’s waiting mouth. Dongwoon timidly wet his lower lip, leaned off of the counter and leaned into Doojoon. His lips met Doojoon’s with a noted hesitance, but they relaxed the longer they stayed, for he truthfully loved those lips. It was entirely innocent in the beginning… kind of like it was in the beginning. Doojoon immediately drove his tongue between the boy’s teeth, and soon, the latter was feeling it forcibly swimming in the rear of his throat. He grunted adorably.
Hyung was one to hurry things. Doojoon’s entire palm then sailed in between Dongwoon’s legs, entirely cupping his groin. He started to palm him and stroke him sweetly. Dongwoon gasped; his eyes opened to these round chocolates. His knees shattered. His legs were akin to cold, cooked noodles-weak and unsteady. He clutched and relied on the counter behind him to keep upright. Doojoon watched him break down through the slits of his half-closed eyes as he continued to caress the boy’s warm manhood, while his tongue kept curling about against the roof of his mouth. He could feel the maknae’s small hips swaying, arching more of his swelling erection into his hotness.
“Yes, I’ve missed you, too,” said Doojoon, simpering at the eagerness in the boy’s hips. Dongwoon got pinker.
Doojoon flipped him over. As big as he was, it was as easy as turning over a baby doll. Dongwoon faced the counter now. Doojoon pressed down on the middle of his back to push the boy on top of it. Dongwoon leaned over, anxious for whatever was to come. He twisted his neck to peer behind him, down his back, and into the other’s eyes. The eldest of the pair slowly lowered himself onto his knees and sat comfortably on his calves. In front of his countenance was the boy’s attractive bottom featured in one of those snug, black, nylon shorts. They did him justice; Doojoon smiled. On one hand, his fingers danced around the band on his waistline, while the other hand admired and caressed and lightly pinched the maknae’s rear. He loved watching Woonie flinch and hearing him grunt.
Doojoon just took a moment to absorb that sight: Dongwoon’s brown orbs gazing back to his, his visage plagued with obvious arousal and anxiety. It was an appetizing visual.
“I love the way you’re looking at me, Woonie…”
“……”
“I’ve missed those eyes… those pretty eyes…”
“…”
Doojoon rubbed the whole left side of his face against the boy’s left globe, lastly giving it a wet kiss. He popped the short’s waistband like one would the string of a guitar. Dongwoon hopped…
“And these little shorts… when did you get these? Have you been wearing these without me around?”
Dongwoon didn’t answer, but he did from some sort of response when the older’s thumb dipped between his cheeks and rubbed and stroked. Dongwoon tumbled; Doojoon felt the muscle tighten under his appendage.
“No one else’s been havin’ fun with you while I was gone, have they? Hyung gets jealous… you know that.”
“Nm…” Dongwoon’s hips followed that thumb wherever it moved. Up. Down. Didn’t matter. His groin pulsed.
“I know you wouldn’t do that to me… You’re all mine.”
Then Doojoon ripped Dongwoon’s tight shorts down to his knees. The boy loosed a cry of surprise. The view of his flawless, cream-toned bottom wrought the largest grin on the elder’s face. His lips came to a point, and they continuously pressed down upon the place of Dongwoon’s right soft cheek with kiss after kiss, his eyes all the while on Dongwoon’s watchful, darkened spheres.
Doojoon’s lips covered just about every exposed pore of skin of the boy’s ass. And when he covered all the ground, the eldest gently spread his cheeks apart and immediately struck his wet tongue against his opening.
“Huhn………” Dongwoon’s body surrendered. His knees buckled and bent inward as he dissolved onto the counter. Doojoon got him sopping wet with his thick, twisting tissue, leaving all kinds of moist kisses to the maknae’s intimate opening. He was mindful in his tonguing. Intricate, even. Loving. And the boy felt that. Woonie’s long legs trembled like twigs. Hyung was good… He’d always been good, but, this time… maybe it was because he’d been gone for three days straight… Well, still, he was high in utter bliss, swimming in melted memories of the past… back when everything was so simple between them… The beating rhythm coursing through his cock was the same beat in his head.
Doojoon’s right hand kneaded Dongwoon’s rump-alternatingly skimming his lips over the soft skin to sow kisses-while his left hand added a finger to aid him in pushing his tongue inside the boy. First came the tip, and then came more and more. As much as Doojoon could give. Dongwoon thought he would melt to the floor…
“Hnhhnnnnn… Hyunggg…”
Doojoon tapped him sweetly on his round bottom in reply. He could feel the boy readily pushing himself against his lips. He was enjoying all of it. Dongwoon looked over his back, lips hanging. His eyes met Doojoon’s. Doojoon smiled. Dongwoon blushed… and he smiled a little, too…
…The main door opened. A chime played to welcome the new arrival.
“Wooooooon~” Yoseob called.
Dongwoon jumped at his little hyung’s beckoning.
“Woonie where are you? Are you here?”
The footsteps grew closer…
Doojoon’s tongue did not stop. Dongwoon, panicked, reached behind him and snatched up a cluster of hair on the crown of Doojoon’s head. He tried to yank his hyung away, biting his knuckle to silence himself, but he failed at restraining Doojoon. And he kept failing and failing and failing, and wriggling and hiding his wails deep in his throat. Doojoon’s lips and Doojoon’s tongue and Doojoon’s finger would not let up. They were relentlessly deep inside of him. Doojoon fought him and vigorously continued his unfinished work. They were just getting started.
Dongwoon’s heart pounded in his chest. It pounded in his head. It pounded in his stomach. He tugged and tugged on the locks in his fist, whining desperately for Doojoon to leave him be. He snapped his neck to gaze behind him. He shook his head in protest at the man, the pleading squint in his eyes telling him to stop. Was the man mad? Dongwoon did not want Yoseob walking in on them both. Not little hyung…
At the very last minute, Doojoon broke away smoothly-damn Yoseob. Dongwoon nearly snapped himself into several pieces while he scrambled to hike his shorts correctly onto his body.
Yoseob poked his head into the kitchen, sparkly and unannounced. He smiled brightly spotting the younger male, “Dongwoon, there you are~ Didn’t you hear me calling for you?”
“No… I was in the pantry…”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, it’s hard to hear in there sometimes, ‘specially with the door closed…” Yoseob looked to his other, present comrade, “Hey, Joon~ I didn’t expect you to be here ‘til ten!”
Doojoon grinned charmingly. “Yeah, me neither, especially with all the scenes that we had to redo, but they let me go early.”
“Ahh, that was nice of them,” Yoseob turned to Dongwoon, “now why aren’t you dressed!? I told you I’d be here soon!”
Doojoon stared at Dongwoon. His tongue went over his lips. Dongwoon peered down to his naked toes.
“I know, I-I’m sorry……”
Yoseob approached the… colored maknae.
“Woonie, your face is all red. Are you okay? You don’t have a temp, do you? Are you sick?”
“No. I feel fine, hyung.”
“Are you sure? Do we need to stop and get some medicine while we’re out?”
“NononoI’msure,” he slushed, “I-I’ll go and get ready now.”
Dongwoon zipped passed the two with his head lowered.
Doojoon’s slits keenly followed.
“……………Doojoon?”
“Yeah, Seob?”
Yoseob’s spheres of cocoa reflected the stark kitchen light.
“You’re seriously fucking him,” he stated.
Doojoon licked his lips again. He raised his eyebrows high, and he smiled.
( some of the next part...)
“Put your legs down,” Junhyung firmly ordered with a damp whisper to the boy’s ear.
Dongwoon put his legs down. His feet touched the carpet. He swallowed. He should’ve known Junhyung was going to disapprove.
Junhyung, grinning, kissed the back of Dongwoon’s head-“Thank you.”-then the upper shell of his ear after a long, wet, quiet lick. He tossed the blanket over them both, hiding them from the others. It was time to play.