i want you so bad i can't breathe [2woon/kangsung]
i want you so bad i can't breathe
2woon/kangsung, nc-17
continuation of the COUTURE drabble
Kangin shivered as Yesung stroked the back of his neck again while talking to Kyuhyun, the whole group waiting for their food to arrive. The older man was getting a great deal of amusement with how he was reacting from his touches. But Kangin can’t be blamed, really. How was he to have known that he had a glove kink? With leather gloves at that, Kangin added. He fought another shiver as Yesung continued his onslaught with the light touches of his fingertips and the smooth slide of leather.
He leaned into Yesung. “Stop it, or I’m going to jump you in front of everyone,” he warned lightly.
Yesung chuckled and whispered back. “Wouldn’t it be fun for the others though? Dinner AND a show for them.”
When the food came, everyone started eating with gusto. Even Yesung stopped his teasing and dug in. Kangin was relieved; he wasn’t sure how more he could take with Yesung driving him crazy.
He was certain Yesung was done playing around (at least during dinner). He was halfway done with his bowl of rice when he felt a hand stroking his thigh. He looked down and watched the glove-encased hand run up and down his thigh, edging close to his already half-hard cock before moving away. The third time the hand skated away from where he wanted it the most, Kangin couldn’t stop himself and groaned out loud.
“Hyung? Is something wrong?” Ryeowook asked, concerned.
“N-nothing. I… um…” he couldn’t make up an excuse, mind devoid of everything but the picture of leather and hands on his thigh.
“I think Kangin wanted more chicken,” Yesung interjected, “but Hyukjae took the last piece.” There was an apology from the man seats away from them. “That’s okay,” Yesung answered. “Here, have some beef instead,” Yesung offered to him cheekily. Kangin just glared at him.
The car ride back to Kangin’s apartment was excruciating for him. Yesung’s hands moved everywhere and touched everything; sliding around the leather seats, changing radio stations, making the hula girl on the dashboard dance.
He kissed Yesung right after the apartment door was locked, Yesung eagerly anticipating him. Lips met and danced, tongues soon following after as they deepened the kiss. Kangin hoisted Yesung up, the older man wrapping his arms around broad shoulders and legs around Kangin’s waist as they moved to the bedroom.
The taller man dumped Yesung on the bed and they watched each other undress, smoldering eyes wandering on every inch of exposed skin. Kangin, having less layers to shed, pulled on Yesung’s pants and boxers, freeing the man’s erection, leaving him with nothing but the black fingerless leather gloves on.
He crawled on the bed, trapping the older man with his body and a heated kiss. He rubbed their cocks together, Yesung moaning at the sweet friction, wrapping his legs around Kangin’s waist for more, or so Kangin assumed. Yesung suddenly rolled them over until he was on top and ended the kiss.
“Hi,” Yesung whispered with a smile, leaving butterfly kisses around Kangin’s forehead, jaw, eyes and cheeks.
“Hi,” he replied, holding his own smile as Yesung’s lips continued its journey to his neck. His smile made way for a hiss when the other man grazed his teeth at his collar bone, before Yesung sucked on the flesh above it hard enough to leave a mark. The older man released it and lapped it with his tongue before moving lower.
Kangin groaned at the feeling of Yesung’s lips latching onto a nipple and warm fingers playing around the other. Lips switched to the other hardened bud while leathered hands traveled down his stomach and hips. Yesung slipped down, knees pressed to the floor, as his lips descended down past chest and stomach and joined his hands as they played on Kangin’s muscular thighs. Kangin’s breath hitched and he sat up to watch the older man.
Yesung kissed Kangin again, sucking on the man’s tongue, before releasing him and letting Kangin watch him. He teased the man’s hard-on with feathery touches of his padded fingertips, trailing a vein lightly with nails. He smirked as the other man bit his lip before he fully held the hard member in his hand.
Kangin groaned as Yesung pumped his manhood from hilt to head at a slow, maddening pace while the other hand left his thigh to cup and massage his sac. The heavenly feel of smooth warm leather running on the underside of his cock made him want to lie back down the bed again, but he wanted to watch Yesung do his magic.
He saw Yesung lick his swollen lips as his cock started to weep with precum. The man’s kohl-rimmed eyes stared up at him intensely before he closed in on his cock. Yesung licked the head, swirling his deft tongue around it, tasting the precum that continued to leak out. “You always taste so good, Youngwoon,” Yesung moaned, before going back to his ministrations.
Kangin cursed and had to stop himself from ramming into Yesung when the older man swallowed his entire length into his hot wet mouth. He dug his fingers into Yesung’s hair instead as the man bobbed his head up and down, his manhood disappearing in and out of Yesung’s orifice. He felt like he was going insane with lust at the different momentums of Yesung sucking his cock, one moment slow and deep and enough for Kangin to get dizzy with the delicious heat of Yesung’s mouth, the next fast and shallow, making him hiss at the feel of the man’s soft wet tongue on the head of his cock.
Yesung released Kangin with a wet pop, kissing and licking Kangin’s erection, wrapping the base around a thumb and forefinger that barely met. He then took a deep breath and engulfed the man into his hot slippery cavern of a mouth until lips met his fingers, till Kangin’s entirety was between his lips.
“Oh fuck, Jongwoon, stop. You’re going to make me come,” Kangin bellowed.
The older man freed him and Kangin pulled him up, meeting him with a sloppy wet kiss. The younger man wrapped a hand around Yesung’s own manhood and started jerking him off. But Yesung moaned and pulled away from his kiss and his hands, crawling on his knees to the middle of the bed, before leaning forward, chest resting on the bed, and looking back at him lasciviously.
“Fuck me like this, Youngwoon,” Yesung lustfully asked.
Kangin didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but his erection pulsated even more and his cock thickened wider at the sight of Yesung on his knees, ass up and out, cock hard and dripping with precum, offering himself to Kangin in unabashed wantonness.
He reached for the lube inside the bedside table and applied the liquid liberally on his fingers and Yesung’s entrance. Yesung shivered at the cold liquid but didn’t back off from Kangin’s fingers, instead wiggling his rear at him, urging his fingers to enter. Kangin kissed Yesung’s back as he pushed a finger in, then another, then a third, before creating a slow rhythm that pleasured Yesung and also prepared him for Kangin. Yesung pushed himself to Kangin’s digits, letting them delve deeper into him
“You’re driving me crazy,” the man moaned. “I want more, Youngwoon. More. Please. Your fingers aren‘t enough.”
Kangin withdrew his fingers and positioned himself behind Yesung, stroking the man’s back and hips lovingly.
“You ready, Jongwoon?” he asked as he circled Yesung’s entrance with his cock. The man spread his legs farther apart in reply.
Kangin slowly slid himself in and eyes rolled in pleasure at the tight heat that enveloped him inch by glorious inch. He heard Yesung whimper as his length stroked the man’s bundle of nerves. He held Yesung’s hips in his hands, withdrew, then slammed himself back into Yesung, going deeper and deeper until he completely filled Yesung’s passage. He drove himself faster and deeper, groaning in approval when Yesung countered and met his hips halfway, following Kangin’s rhythm. He hissed and pounded into the man, thighs meeting the back of Yesung’s thighs and ass till a steady ‘smack smack smack’ filled the room.
Kangin tightened his hold on Yesung’s hips and intensified his thrusts when he heard the man’s guttural moan. He watched one of Yesung’s gloved hands fisting the sheets while the other reached for Kangin’s ass and pushed, encouraging him for more. Kangin then changed his pace, pulling almost completely out of Yesung before hammering himself back in, cock assaulting Yesung’s prostate continuously. The warm leathered hand left Kangin’s ass and twined with Kangin’s fingers on his hips. Kangin’s heart flipped at the sight and more heat pooled in his stomach, love and lust mixing, driving him close to the edge.
“I’m so close, Jongwoon,” he whispered after leaving wet kisses on Yesung’s spine. He took the man’s weeping cock and squeezed and pumped it along with the pace of his thrusting.
“Me too, me too. Make me come, Youngwoon. Ahh, please,” Yesung blubbered breathlessly, eyes closed at the doubled pleasure from his cock and his prostate being toyed with Kangin’s manhood. His muscles clenched as Kangin grazed his spot once again, and the bigger man cursed as the heat tightened around him, before pushing wildly into Yesung’s dizzying heady heat.
Kangin’s unceasing onslaught on Yesung’s prostate drove him to ecstasy and he climaxed with a hoarse cry, muscles tensed, back arched, come spilling on Kangin’s hand and the sheets below him. Kangin watched Yesung’s leather-covered hands tense as he came and felt Yesung clamp around his dick, and he followed suit, reaching the apex. White hot heat surged out of him and he gasped out in pleasure, emptying himself into Yesung’s tight passage that milked him to almost nonexistence.
Kangin slowly slid out of Yesung before falling next to him on the bed, both taking big gulps of air while winding down from the sexual high. He took hold of Yesung’s hand and peeled the glove, tossing the glove away and kissing the warm palm languidly, missing their smooth softness. He moved onto the other hand and repeated the process, before dragging Yesung to lay on top of him. They kissed slowly, deeply, before Yesung laid his head down and slept, Kangin wrapping them with a light blanket before following him to dreamland.
2woon/kangsung, nc-17
continuation of the COUTURE drabble
Kangin shivered as Yesung stroked the back of his neck again while talking to Kyuhyun, the whole group waiting for their food to arrive. The older man was getting a great deal of amusement with how he was reacting from his touches. But Kangin can’t be blamed, really. How was he to have known that he had a glove kink? With leather gloves at that, Kangin added. He fought another shiver as Yesung continued his onslaught with the light touches of his fingertips and the smooth slide of leather.
He leaned into Yesung. “Stop it, or I’m going to jump you in front of everyone,” he warned lightly.
Yesung chuckled and whispered back. “Wouldn’t it be fun for the others though? Dinner AND a show for them.”
When the food came, everyone started eating with gusto. Even Yesung stopped his teasing and dug in. Kangin was relieved; he wasn’t sure how more he could take with Yesung driving him crazy.
He was certain Yesung was done playing around (at least during dinner). He was halfway done with his bowl of rice when he felt a hand stroking his thigh. He looked down and watched the glove-encased hand run up and down his thigh, edging close to his already half-hard cock before moving away. The third time the hand skated away from where he wanted it the most, Kangin couldn’t stop himself and groaned out loud.
“Hyung? Is something wrong?” Ryeowook asked, concerned.
“N-nothing. I… um…” he couldn’t make up an excuse, mind devoid of everything but the picture of leather and hands on his thigh.
“I think Kangin wanted more chicken,” Yesung interjected, “but Hyukjae took the last piece.” There was an apology from the man seats away from them. “That’s okay,” Yesung answered. “Here, have some beef instead,” Yesung offered to him cheekily. Kangin just glared at him.
The car ride back to Kangin’s apartment was excruciating for him. Yesung’s hands moved everywhere and touched everything; sliding around the leather seats, changing radio stations, making the hula girl on the dashboard dance.
He kissed Yesung right after the apartment door was locked, Yesung eagerly anticipating him. Lips met and danced, tongues soon following after as they deepened the kiss. Kangin hoisted Yesung up, the older man wrapping his arms around broad shoulders and legs around Kangin’s waist as they moved to the bedroom.
The taller man dumped Yesung on the bed and they watched each other undress, smoldering eyes wandering on every inch of exposed skin. Kangin, having less layers to shed, pulled on Yesung’s pants and boxers, freeing the man’s erection, leaving him with nothing but the black fingerless leather gloves on.
He crawled on the bed, trapping the older man with his body and a heated kiss. He rubbed their cocks together, Yesung moaning at the sweet friction, wrapping his legs around Kangin’s waist for more, or so Kangin assumed. Yesung suddenly rolled them over until he was on top and ended the kiss.
“Hi,” Yesung whispered with a smile, leaving butterfly kisses around Kangin’s forehead, jaw, eyes and cheeks.
“Hi,” he replied, holding his own smile as Yesung’s lips continued its journey to his neck. His smile made way for a hiss when the other man grazed his teeth at his collar bone, before Yesung sucked on the flesh above it hard enough to leave a mark. The older man released it and lapped it with his tongue before moving lower.
Kangin groaned at the feeling of Yesung’s lips latching onto a nipple and warm fingers playing around the other. Lips switched to the other hardened bud while leathered hands traveled down his stomach and hips. Yesung slipped down, knees pressed to the floor, as his lips descended down past chest and stomach and joined his hands as they played on Kangin’s muscular thighs. Kangin’s breath hitched and he sat up to watch the older man.
Yesung kissed Kangin again, sucking on the man’s tongue, before releasing him and letting Kangin watch him. He teased the man’s hard-on with feathery touches of his padded fingertips, trailing a vein lightly with nails. He smirked as the other man bit his lip before he fully held the hard member in his hand.
Kangin groaned as Yesung pumped his manhood from hilt to head at a slow, maddening pace while the other hand left his thigh to cup and massage his sac. The heavenly feel of smooth warm leather running on the underside of his cock made him want to lie back down the bed again, but he wanted to watch Yesung do his magic.
He saw Yesung lick his swollen lips as his cock started to weep with precum. The man’s kohl-rimmed eyes stared up at him intensely before he closed in on his cock. Yesung licked the head, swirling his deft tongue around it, tasting the precum that continued to leak out. “You always taste so good, Youngwoon,” Yesung moaned, before going back to his ministrations.
Kangin cursed and had to stop himself from ramming into Yesung when the older man swallowed his entire length into his hot wet mouth. He dug his fingers into Yesung’s hair instead as the man bobbed his head up and down, his manhood disappearing in and out of Yesung’s orifice. He felt like he was going insane with lust at the different momentums of Yesung sucking his cock, one moment slow and deep and enough for Kangin to get dizzy with the delicious heat of Yesung’s mouth, the next fast and shallow, making him hiss at the feel of the man’s soft wet tongue on the head of his cock.
Yesung released Kangin with a wet pop, kissing and licking Kangin’s erection, wrapping the base around a thumb and forefinger that barely met. He then took a deep breath and engulfed the man into his hot slippery cavern of a mouth until lips met his fingers, till Kangin’s entirety was between his lips.
“Oh fuck, Jongwoon, stop. You’re going to make me come,” Kangin bellowed.
The older man freed him and Kangin pulled him up, meeting him with a sloppy wet kiss. The younger man wrapped a hand around Yesung’s own manhood and started jerking him off. But Yesung moaned and pulled away from his kiss and his hands, crawling on his knees to the middle of the bed, before leaning forward, chest resting on the bed, and looking back at him lasciviously.
“Fuck me like this, Youngwoon,” Yesung lustfully asked.
Kangin didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, but his erection pulsated even more and his cock thickened wider at the sight of Yesung on his knees, ass up and out, cock hard and dripping with precum, offering himself to Kangin in unabashed wantonness.
He reached for the lube inside the bedside table and applied the liquid liberally on his fingers and Yesung’s entrance. Yesung shivered at the cold liquid but didn’t back off from Kangin’s fingers, instead wiggling his rear at him, urging his fingers to enter. Kangin kissed Yesung’s back as he pushed a finger in, then another, then a third, before creating a slow rhythm that pleasured Yesung and also prepared him for Kangin. Yesung pushed himself to Kangin’s digits, letting them delve deeper into him
“You’re driving me crazy,” the man moaned. “I want more, Youngwoon. More. Please. Your fingers aren‘t enough.”
Kangin withdrew his fingers and positioned himself behind Yesung, stroking the man’s back and hips lovingly.
“You ready, Jongwoon?” he asked as he circled Yesung’s entrance with his cock. The man spread his legs farther apart in reply.
Kangin slowly slid himself in and eyes rolled in pleasure at the tight heat that enveloped him inch by glorious inch. He heard Yesung whimper as his length stroked the man’s bundle of nerves. He held Yesung’s hips in his hands, withdrew, then slammed himself back into Yesung, going deeper and deeper until he completely filled Yesung’s passage. He drove himself faster and deeper, groaning in approval when Yesung countered and met his hips halfway, following Kangin’s rhythm. He hissed and pounded into the man, thighs meeting the back of Yesung’s thighs and ass till a steady ‘smack smack smack’ filled the room.
Kangin tightened his hold on Yesung’s hips and intensified his thrusts when he heard the man’s guttural moan. He watched one of Yesung’s gloved hands fisting the sheets while the other reached for Kangin’s ass and pushed, encouraging him for more. Kangin then changed his pace, pulling almost completely out of Yesung before hammering himself back in, cock assaulting Yesung’s prostate continuously. The warm leathered hand left Kangin’s ass and twined with Kangin’s fingers on his hips. Kangin’s heart flipped at the sight and more heat pooled in his stomach, love and lust mixing, driving him close to the edge.
“I’m so close, Jongwoon,” he whispered after leaving wet kisses on Yesung’s spine. He took the man’s weeping cock and squeezed and pumped it along with the pace of his thrusting.
“Me too, me too. Make me come, Youngwoon. Ahh, please,” Yesung blubbered breathlessly, eyes closed at the doubled pleasure from his cock and his prostate being toyed with Kangin’s manhood. His muscles clenched as Kangin grazed his spot once again, and the bigger man cursed as the heat tightened around him, before pushing wildly into Yesung’s dizzying heady heat.
Kangin’s unceasing onslaught on Yesung’s prostate drove him to ecstasy and he climaxed with a hoarse cry, muscles tensed, back arched, come spilling on Kangin’s hand and the sheets below him. Kangin watched Yesung’s leather-covered hands tense as he came and felt Yesung clamp around his dick, and he followed suit, reaching the apex. White hot heat surged out of him and he gasped out in pleasure, emptying himself into Yesung’s tight passage that milked him to almost nonexistence.
Kangin slowly slid out of Yesung before falling next to him on the bed, both taking big gulps of air while winding down from the sexual high. He took hold of Yesung’s hand and peeled the glove, tossing the glove away and kissing the warm palm languidly, missing their smooth softness. He moved onto the other hand and repeated the process, before dragging Yesung to lay on top of him. They kissed slowly, deeply, before Yesung laid his head down and slept, Kangin wrapping them with a light blanket before following him to dreamland.