Paintshaker (One Shot)
Fandom: Big Bang
Pairing/Characters: GDYB (G-Dragon/Taeyang)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smutty Smutish Smut
Summary: Youngbae lets his mind wander before bed.
Author's Note: It has been a while.Good Lord.
Jiyong had a nice pair of lips. They were delicate. They fit his face. There was a nice softness about them that was accentuated with every bite of the lip or the little flicks of his tongue that would happen as he concentrated, his lithe body moving to the music, sweat rolling down his skin. Jiyong had the kind of lips that made Youngbae quiver as they hovered over his skin, lips he could easily anticipate as Jiyong made a show of running his slender hands down his torso. Youngbae had felt the heavy sigh that escaped from soft pink lips hit his skin lightly, a reaction to the definition of muscle that Jiyong cherished. He always lingered over Youngbae, licking and nipping at all of his favorite places. A quick lash of the tongue on his left collarbone followed by a light bite on his right nipple before kissing it softly, a small apology. He’d work his way down before leaving two light kisses below his navel, impatiently undoing Youngbae’s belt.
Youngbae felt himself harden as he lay in bed, turning on his side. He slid his fingers under the band of his pajamas, trying to fight the urge to stroke himself. He had gotten to his favorite part. The determination set on Jiyong’s face, his lips parted slightly, his eyes fixed on Youngbae’s. He loved to bring his hand to Jiyong’s face, caressing it lightly before bringing his thumb to his bottom lip, brushing it lightly. He remembered the sensation of Jiyong’s mouth, his lips wrapped around his finger, sucking fervently, rougher than he usually would be. One hand gripping into Youngbae’s wrist as he licked and sucked, teasing him as the other rubbed at Youngbae’s growing bulge eagerly.
“Please, Jiyong…” Youngbae said the words then and now. The feeling of his own hand wrapped around his hardening shaft brought him to the present and he opened his eyes. The room was too dark to see anything but something about opening his eyes to the void of light made it easier to imagine Jiyong’s lips slowly ghosting up his entire length, his slim tongue pressed against his head. He’d never do it now. Not in a darkly lit room. Jiyong would make sure everything was bright. Nothing could be missed.
“I want you to watch me. Watch me take all of you.”
He’d gladly do it too. Slurping and moaning as his lips dragged over the delicate skin of Youngbae’s cock, his mouth tight and wet around him, up and down, in and out. He’d coax a light moan out of Youngbae, despite how much Youngbae hated moaning for Jiyong. The man thrived on the satisfaction.
“Louder,” Jiyong would stop to say, his grasp tight around Youngbae, moving his hand furiously fast, his grip pleasing and torturing him at the same time. He hated Jiyong’s lips pulled into a smirk, almost like a taunt. He tried to duplicate the motion himself, feeling himself coming close.
He loved gripping Jiyong by his arm, dragging him from where he was, showing him who was in control. No matter how much he found himself moaning for Jiyong, nothing compared to how much the slimmer man would melt in his grip, reaching down and continuing to tug and jerk at Youngbae’s throbbing member. Youngbae would return the favor. His hand a little unsure, pushing himself to keep up with Jiyong’s intimidating pace.
He loved how rough everything was and yet how tender it felt, the perfect description of Jiyong’s kiss, their teeth grating against soft lips before their tongues found each other, wrestling with one another as they cooed into each other’s mouths.
Youngbae moaned before he could bite his lip and stifle it. His body heaving, his breath heavy as he came to a climax, his seed splattering up his stomach, a few drops on his chiseled chest. He’d grown used to Jiyong running his finger along his stomach and then his own. He’d stare at Jiyong’s lips as he took in the taste of both of them, savoring it as if some sort of nectar.
“Mmm,” he’d sigh before biting his lip. “So good.”
Youngbae felt a slim figure arouse next to him and was pulled from his memory. He heard the click of a lamp a millisecond before light flooded the room, exposing him lying there, cum on his skin.
“And you couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom to do that?” Jiyong said, folding his arms.
Youngbae couldn’t look Jiyong in the eye, choosing instead to sit up, getting ready to get out of bed and clean himself up. “Well, you know how it is.”
“I definitely do not! I’m trying to sleep,” Jiyong groused as Youngbae stood up, retreating to the bathroom. “Which I can’t do next to a paint shaker every night, Dong Youngbae!” The older boy heard before shutting the bathroom door.