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openpockets
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the psychology of hunger
woohyun x sunggyu, romance, pg-13
nobody wants to kiss when they are hungry, some clever woman once said and, well, she's wrong.
a/n: hmm i am writing fic because i do...not want to study for calc? yes. happy (alt. smutty) woogyu.
when sunggyu wakes up, the only buzz he hears is the buzz of a furnace cranking out heat from the left wall. thank god. he closes his eyes.
and in five minutes he opens them again. sleep is a funny thing, he thinks vaguely, before rolling over and knocking into a plank of wood whose contours are similarly shaped to the shoulders of someone he thinks he knows.
"ah," that is not good, sunggyu can barely manage to think over the throbbing in his sides. that's definitely-oh.
the plank of wood shifts-no, no, sunggyu squeezes his brain in hopes to squash this dream that his brain is simulating-and suddenly bears the face of a nam woohyun, who, yes, even sleeps with that smug smile on his face.
sunggyu, despite himself, almost sighs dreamily at the slow curve of woohyun's lips. and then promptly launches himself out of the bed (whose? this isn't even his room), onto the floor, next to the furnace whose click click clicks seem to say, oh, you gone and done it now.
"don't start acting all shy, now, you're always like this."
so it's not a horrible nightmare, sunggyu bemoans, it's harsh reality. he gets up on his feet and waddles over to the side of the bed, where woohyun's long legs swing silently and a bit too happily for sunggyu's liking. damn him.
"good morning," woohyun tries again, all niceties and subtle i just showed you the night of your life, can't you at least show some appreciation? in the way his eyebrows go up. "how'd you sleep?"
sunggyu huffs. "horribly." but it's a lie, obviously, and in a second sunggyu falls back down next to woohyun and laughs too. woohyun wraps a warm arm around sunggyu's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. sunggyu wriggles his cold toes against the back of woohyun's calf. it is, sunggyu notes, oddly natural.
"so." woohyun repeats the notion with a satisfied smile. "what happened last night?" wrong question to ask, as woohyun's eyes spark to even brighter life. sunggyu finds himself grinning when woohyun shifts ever closer, his nose tucked gently into the crook of sunggyu's shoulder.
"you came into the room. it was late, and you drank more than you could handle, but of course you would. you snuck in when you thought i was sleeping, wearing my shirt too." and suddenly those eyes aren't bright, but dark, heady. sunggyu shudders. "and you cuddled up next to me like you were cold, and you whispered in my ear, 'tonight.' you said it so innocently but i could tell you wanted it, right?" the low timbre of woohyun's voice drips onto sunggyu's skin, and the small hairs on his neck absorb each particle of sound, sending them down his spine, and sunggyu shivers under the scratchy layer of laced lust. "you kept crying, 'i want it, please,' so i gave it to you. nice, and hard. you were so good for me, you know? undid you, slowly, because i wanted every part of you. and i still do." when sunggyu opens his eyes, he's staring into the multiplied depths of woohyun's eyes and thinks, ah, so this is what i signed up for.
"and now i'm hungry, so let's go get breakfast." sunggyu blinks wide awake. wait, what?
"hey!" sunggyu shouts but it comes out sort of wheezy and sort of like, come back here and finish what you started, jackass (though he does say the last part, and woohyun only laughs loudly at it). he whirls a pillow in woohyun's direction, hits his right shoulder.
suddenly woohyun spins around, back against the door. he sighs. "well, i guess breakfast can wait."
sunggyu can't help smiling when the heavy weight of woohyun is on top of him again in all the right places and, why did it take so long for him anyway?
alternatively,
sunggyu hyung, woohyun thinks with his eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched together because this is the most difficult thing he's had to do, really looks pretty like this. like this being, lips stretched around the girth of his cock and oh, no, he didn't have this talent last ni-ah, "ah, hyung, too fast." sunggyu smiles with his eyes. the bitchy one, the i'm getting it my way smile. woohyun groans.
his nose is preoccupied with the scent of sunggyu's shampoo mixing with sweat, his hands the gentle slide through sunggyu's hair, his tongue the taste of the long swipe of sunggyu's neck, his ears the obscenely sweet sound of long sucks, and his eyes with the blissful sight of sunggyu working so earnestly. woohyun snorts in spite of himself. typical of sunggyu.
though the vicious snarl isn't, as sunggyu suddenly shoves woohyun up against the bedpost and whispers, "fuck me," in the most dangerous and wonderful tone to have graced woohyun's ears.
dorothea dix be damned, woohyun would take sunggyu over food, any time.
w...hat? the end
woohyun x sunggyu, romance, pg-13
nobody wants to kiss when they are hungry, some clever woman once said and, well, she's wrong.
a/n: hmm i am writing fic because i do...not want to study for calc? yes. happy (alt. smutty) woogyu.
when sunggyu wakes up, the only buzz he hears is the buzz of a furnace cranking out heat from the left wall. thank god. he closes his eyes.
and in five minutes he opens them again. sleep is a funny thing, he thinks vaguely, before rolling over and knocking into a plank of wood whose contours are similarly shaped to the shoulders of someone he thinks he knows.
"ah," that is not good, sunggyu can barely manage to think over the throbbing in his sides. that's definitely-oh.
the plank of wood shifts-no, no, sunggyu squeezes his brain in hopes to squash this dream that his brain is simulating-and suddenly bears the face of a nam woohyun, who, yes, even sleeps with that smug smile on his face.
sunggyu, despite himself, almost sighs dreamily at the slow curve of woohyun's lips. and then promptly launches himself out of the bed (whose? this isn't even his room), onto the floor, next to the furnace whose click click clicks seem to say, oh, you gone and done it now.
"don't start acting all shy, now, you're always like this."
so it's not a horrible nightmare, sunggyu bemoans, it's harsh reality. he gets up on his feet and waddles over to the side of the bed, where woohyun's long legs swing silently and a bit too happily for sunggyu's liking. damn him.
"good morning," woohyun tries again, all niceties and subtle i just showed you the night of your life, can't you at least show some appreciation? in the way his eyebrows go up. "how'd you sleep?"
sunggyu huffs. "horribly." but it's a lie, obviously, and in a second sunggyu falls back down next to woohyun and laughs too. woohyun wraps a warm arm around sunggyu's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. sunggyu wriggles his cold toes against the back of woohyun's calf. it is, sunggyu notes, oddly natural.
"so." woohyun repeats the notion with a satisfied smile. "what happened last night?" wrong question to ask, as woohyun's eyes spark to even brighter life. sunggyu finds himself grinning when woohyun shifts ever closer, his nose tucked gently into the crook of sunggyu's shoulder.
"you came into the room. it was late, and you drank more than you could handle, but of course you would. you snuck in when you thought i was sleeping, wearing my shirt too." and suddenly those eyes aren't bright, but dark, heady. sunggyu shudders. "and you cuddled up next to me like you were cold, and you whispered in my ear, 'tonight.' you said it so innocently but i could tell you wanted it, right?" the low timbre of woohyun's voice drips onto sunggyu's skin, and the small hairs on his neck absorb each particle of sound, sending them down his spine, and sunggyu shivers under the scratchy layer of laced lust. "you kept crying, 'i want it, please,' so i gave it to you. nice, and hard. you were so good for me, you know? undid you, slowly, because i wanted every part of you. and i still do." when sunggyu opens his eyes, he's staring into the multiplied depths of woohyun's eyes and thinks, ah, so this is what i signed up for.
"and now i'm hungry, so let's go get breakfast." sunggyu blinks wide awake. wait, what?
"hey!" sunggyu shouts but it comes out sort of wheezy and sort of like, come back here and finish what you started, jackass (though he does say the last part, and woohyun only laughs loudly at it). he whirls a pillow in woohyun's direction, hits his right shoulder.
suddenly woohyun spins around, back against the door. he sighs. "well, i guess breakfast can wait."
sunggyu can't help smiling when the heavy weight of woohyun is on top of him again in all the right places and, why did it take so long for him anyway?
alternatively,
sunggyu hyung, woohyun thinks with his eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched together because this is the most difficult thing he's had to do, really looks pretty like this. like this being, lips stretched around the girth of his cock and oh, no, he didn't have this talent last ni-ah, "ah, hyung, too fast." sunggyu smiles with his eyes. the bitchy one, the i'm getting it my way smile. woohyun groans.
his nose is preoccupied with the scent of sunggyu's shampoo mixing with sweat, his hands the gentle slide through sunggyu's hair, his tongue the taste of the long swipe of sunggyu's neck, his ears the obscenely sweet sound of long sucks, and his eyes with the blissful sight of sunggyu working so earnestly. woohyun snorts in spite of himself. typical of sunggyu.
though the vicious snarl isn't, as sunggyu suddenly shoves woohyun up against the bedpost and whispers, "fuck me," in the most dangerous and wonderful tone to have graced woohyun's ears.
dorothea dix be damned, woohyun would take sunggyu over food, any time.
w...hat? the end