tunnel vision. (dongwoo/sungyeol/myungsoo)
tunnel vision.
dongsooyeol but not quite how you'd expect. hard r/nc-17. au porn with some plot. ~3560 words.
a long time ago i was asked by these two super cool girls for some dongsooyeol. i'm pretty sure this isn't what they were expecting, but it's what they get. ladies, i hope you like it. ♥
"You have a new model for GQ coming in for his shoot at noon, Myungsoo-yah. Are you ready or should I get you some coffee?" Dongwoo's cheerful voice is what wakes up Myungsoo as he groans, rolling onto his back, phone pressed up against his ear.
"Coffee, please. Get something for yourself too this time, hyung. Who is it?" Myungsoo pulls himself up from his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he puts his phone on speaker, heading into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
He hears the rustling of papers and then a clacking of computer keys before Dongwoo lets out a shocked puff of air. "I think you'll be pleased," he finally says with amusement in his voice. "Lee Sungyeol."
Lee Sungyeol is a photographer's dream. A purely photogenic face paired with a long, lean body that looked good in everything and if Myungsoo's fantasies had any truth to them, also looked good in nothing. Myungsoo almost knocks his phone into the shower when it finally registers. "Really," he croaks, pulling his tank top over his head, dropping it on the floor. "I'll be ready."
His shower takes longer than normal, his hand providing him temporary relief before he cleans his body. It's easy for Myungsoo to get caught up in the thought of anyone, especially Sungyeol obediently following his orders, moving exactly how he asks, even when his camera is turned off. He eventually turns the hot water down, letting the cold water not only wake him up, but shake him free of the thoughts he shouldn't be having before work.
Dongwoo barely beats him to the studio, Myungsoo spotting him across the street. He slows down to watch Dongwoo try to balance the coffee in one hand, his mouth holding a brown paper bag as his other hand fumbles to unlock the door. Myungsoo reaches him before the door is open, a hand slowly extending to run fingers down his arm to alert him of his presence. Once Dongwoo allows him to take the bag from his mouth, he grins brightly, unlocking the door and stepping into the studio. Myungsoo isn't far behind, turning on lights, walking over to Dongwoo to pick up his coffee.
"Thanks, hyung," Myungsoo says, catching Dongwoo's still smiling face as he goes to get the set ready. He never needs to ask or adjust anything Dongwoo does, something that worries Myungsoo being whenever Dongwoo realises he could easily get more pay and better hours anywhere else.
Sungyeol arrives late, sunglasses resting on top of his head instead of shielding his eyes and the first thing Myungsoo notices is Sungyeol's tanned body. The white tank top is a stark contrast against dark skin and Myungsoo stares up until he hears Dongwoo whisper against his ear. "Take pictures, they'll last longer." The amusement in his voice makes Myungsoo drop his gaze, barely catching Sungyeol turn his attention to the pair of them.
Myungsoo knows getting involved with the models goes against his code of ethics. It wouldn't be the first time one had captivated him. He disregards Dongwoo's concerned glances and his clever ways of saying things without saying anything at all aside from asking how Sungjong's been, despite knowing Myungsoo hasn't spoken to him in months. None of it stops him from grabbing Sungyeol's attention after the third night of shooting to get his number. Sungyeol is surprised, humming curiously as he pulls out his own phone to get Myungsoo's in return.
It takes less than a day for Myungsoo to crack, sending a short, blunt message to Sungyeol in hopes he will meet him for drinks. The reply is simply an address and after Myungsoo researches online, he sees that it's a bar. Upon further inspection, it isn't that special of one, but it's known for reasonable drinks and plenty of places for loud and still somewhat secluded conversation.
That's enough for Myungsoo. He doesn't need much.
He settles for a black v-neck shirt that hugs his body nicely, according to Dongwoo. He lets the older force him into dark denim jeans instead of black ones, giving himself the onceover as he tugs a cap onto his head. In the mirror, he sees Dongwoo come up behind him, going on his tiptoes to rest his chin on Myungsoo's shoulder. "Have fun, but not too much fun," Dongwoo says before going to pack up his things and head back to his own apartment.
Sungyeol is wearing a crisp white button down and jeans with excellently styled hair and a hint of eyeliner. He's beyond simply attractive; he's handsome, Myungsoo thinks as he follows the older toward the back, sliding into the chair across from him. "Soju," Sungyeol asks with a small smile and Myungsoo nods, leaning over to press the button for the waitress. She quickly comes to collect their order, disappearing as quickly as she arrived to leave them on their own.
Given the late hour, the bar isn't as busy as expected, the crowd talkative but not overly loud. It makes it so they don't have to shout at each other to talk and Myungsoo is relieved as they carry on their quiet conversation. He learns a lot about Sungyeol, quietly listening to and studying him as Sungyeol continues to talk. He discovers it was because of a recent trip to South America that made him so tan. "I'm not normally this dark," Sungyeol offers, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt.
The comfortable lull in the conversation alerts Myungsoo to the fact that Sungyeol might want him to return the favour, curious to know more about him, but Myungsoo doesn't offer anything at first. It isn't until Sungyeol asks about Dongwoo that Myungsoo becomes more animated, happily telling the sillier stories over any serious ones that might come off as boring to the other.
Myungsoo isn't sure if it's the alcohol or if it is genuine curiosity as to why Sungyeol continues to drive the conversation back to Dongwoo, but it concerns him on a certain level. He's protective of Dongwoo. They're friends, brothers if he had to rightfully admit and that's all. He knew more than most about him; their closeness making him aware of Dongwoo's openness to sexual orientation, but even then, he also knew Dongwoo normally dated women to keep up the rightful public image. Not that he'd openly share this with Sungyeol, even with alcohol in his system.
"What's the most risqué photoshoot you've done," Sungyeol asks, an elbow resting on the table as he leans forward. Myungsoo notices the tilt of his head and the piercing gaze. He doesn't understand the jump in conversation, but he hears a soft thump and before he can look under the table to see what it is, he feels Sungyeol's foot drag across his leg.
Myungsoo's breath hitches and he sits back, hands moving from the edge of the table into his lap. "I'm not sure," he says, his mind distracted and focusing only on the touch Sungyeol provides. His legs instinctively part more as he hopes for more of the same.
"I see. Have you ever put Dongwoo-ssi in front of the camera," Sungyeol asks, pulling his bottle of soju closer, his finger tracing around the rim of the bottle. With his foot's disappearance, Myungsoo is fixated on his hands, more specifically his fingers and it takes more effort than normal for Myungsoo to lift his gaze only to find Sungyeol staring right at him.
"No." Myungsoo clears his throat as his head tilts slightly. "Why do you ask?" He catches Sungyeol fidget, the older's gaze dropping before taking a long drink. "If you think he would be good, I'd have to agree. He hasn't allowed me to." He smiles as he takes a drink of his own, eyes locked on Sungyeol. Sungyeol's eyes seem to follow Myungsoo's Adam's apple and for the third time tonight, he wishes he had brought his camera to the bar. "You have really nice hands."
Sungyeol's laughter sounds startled and Myungsoo's reflexes are less inhibited as it's his hand that stops Sungyeol's bottle from tipping over onto the table. It's obvious Sungyeol isn't asking what he wants to, that he is curious about something. Myungsoo isn't sure exactly what, but he is determined to find out.
The more he thinks about it, the more Myungsoo doesn't want to share either one of them, the thought making his skin crawl. He sits back in his chair, fishing his phone out of his pocket. "I can see what hyung is doing." A pause as he looks up from his phone, watching to catch ever bit of Sungyeol's body language when he asks, "should I call him?" The flash of eagerness in Sungyeol's eyes is enough for Myungsoo to know his plan will work.
He makes Sungyeol wait out the rest of his bottle of soju before he calls Dongwoo. Myungsoo knows it's late and it's likely he might already be asleep. If so, they might be out of luck because of how heavy a sleeper the older is. The phone rings once, twice, three, then four times before Dongwoo finally picks up, fear in his voice when he answers with a sleepy, "hello? Myungsoo, what is it? You okay?" For a moment, Myungsoo feels bad, almost guilty when he hears how tired Dongwoo sounds.
"Can you come over," Myungsoo asks, a curious lilt in his voice he's sure even a tired Dongwoo would notice. He hears the hitch of breath and finds himself smirking as he picks up on the rustling of Dongwoo likely moving around his own apartment.
"Mm, yeah. Sure. Of course. Twenty minutes. I'll be there. Hold on, okay?" Myungsoo takes the time Dongwoo is silent to glance back at Sungyeol, nodding when Sungyeol gestures to Myungsoo's phone, that same hopeful look in his eyes. "Sorry, I was getting dressed. What happened?"
Myungsoo hadn't thought that far, not anticipating Dongwoo's curiosity to pique. He pouts before remembering Dongwoo won't see it and clears his throat before softly replying, "I need a few more shots of Sungyeol before he leaves to go to New York. To make the project complete. I need you."
The two of them make it back to Myungsoo's studio moments before Dongwoo arrives, the older letting himself inside. Myungsoo watches him slip out of his jacket, a black tank underneath and a brightly coloured snapback covering his obvious bedhead. It's endearing to see how much he rushed and Myungsoo hopes he won't be too angry when he understands why exactly he's there.
"Would you be able to help us," Myungsoo asks as he watches Dongwoo work on the computer, scanning through the different photos Myungsoo has taken over the past few days.
Dongwoo's head peeks up over the monitor and by the confused look on his face, it's obvious he still doesn't understand. "Wasn't I here for that already?" It isn't Myungsoo who laughs then, but instead Sungyeol, who pulls Dongwoo away from the computer.
"I thought we could do something together, Dongwoo-ssi," Sungyeol answers, a hand cupping the side of Dongwoo's face as he leans down. There's a pause, Dongwoo's eyes widening and Myungsoo knows by the quick glance over to him that Dongwoo is slowly starting to understand. Sungyeol backs away, grinning at Dongwoo before going to unbutton his shirt.
"Don't we need direction," Dongwoo asks as he steps in front of the camera, Myungsoo's first glance of him through the viewfinder. The older looks up, smiling sheepishly, a hand lifting to brush through the fringe of his hair. "You know… Things you want us to do?"
Myungsoo shakes his head in reply, lips parting to verbally tell him no, but Sungyeol walks behind Dongwoo, arms wrapping around his middle. It feels as if the air has been knocked out of him as he watches Sungyeol lean down, a hand lifting to brush away the hair at the nape of Dongwoo's neck, replacing it with his lips dragging across the skin. Sungyeol's eyes are open, staring right into the camera and Myungsoo isn't sure if he should be watching him or watching how Dongwoo's eyes flutter shut as his lips part, the smallest of sounds escaping past.
Sungyeol whispers things into Dongwoo's ear as his hand moves down to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly before he guides him to the futon. Myungsoo hates how he can't hear them from where he's standing, the click of the shutter causing him to be even more in the dark. He watches Dongwoo shift his weight, stealing a glance back at Myungsoo before turning back to the other. The older's expression is unclear, Myungsoo wishing to be a telepath just so he could alleviate the obvious worries from his mind. Sungyeol's hands push down Dongwoo's jeans, eventually leaving him only in his boxers before he finishes undressing himself. It's difficult for Myungsoo to watch everything at once. He looks on to see Dongwoo's attention fully on Sungyeol and it's obvious the other likes it. He studies Sungyeol's fingers next as they make quick work of his own pants, swallowing thickly at the sight of Sungyeol's naked frame.
Myungsoo almost forgets to continue taking pictures, the distraction of Sungyeol's body more than enough to keep him from wanting to do anything else but stare. Sungyeol is on his knees, both near the edge of the mattress. His hands easily find Dongwoo's shoulders, pushing the older down to the floor. It puts him at the perfect height to take Sungyeol's cock into his mouth and Myungsoo watches Dongwoo study it, slender fingers wrapping around it first until Sungyeol bats his hand away. Dongwoo obeys before handing Sungyeol the tube of lubricant and they both watch Sungyeol open it, coating his own fingers. It almost becomes too much because Sungyeol's voice is too low for him to hear, and Myungsoo catches the movement of his lips, commanding Dongwoo to "suck."
Myungsoo learns a lot about Dongwoo in the short span of time, watching as his mouth easily envelops Sungyeol's length. This obviously isn't the first time he has done this, not with how he doesn't gag and hollows out his cheeks with ease. A surge of jealousy and possessiveness rushes through him as he watches Sungyeol reach behind, slowly working fingers inside to ready himself for Dongwoo. His other hand grips tightly on Dongwoo's shoulder, sliding across to then run fingers through his hair, tugging to lift Dongwoo's head. Myungsoo notices then that Sungyeol is smirking faintly, turning his head just enough to alert Myungsoo to the fact he is watching him and not Dongwoo.
Sungyeol looks down at Dongwoo, another brief conversation happening and Myungsoo starts to insert his own dialogue for them both, imagining Dongwoo's determination to help Sungyeol finish and Sungyeol's blatant disregard for that and desire for something more. He watches as Sungyeol sprawls out on the bed, Dongwoo not far behind. Dongwoo's hands grab a firm hold on Sungyeol's calves, pushing up Sungyeol's long legs so they bend at the knee. He keeps them spread and kneels between them before taking a moment to roll the condom over his erection. Myungsoo wonders how he missed it, the obvious arousal of the older, the slight tremor of his hands, and it makes him break his gaze to look down, noticing his own straining his jeans.
Dongwoo is very patient, even with Sungyeol's obvious body movements and pleas for him to hurry. It's as if he doesn't want to rush it at all, frequently shooting looks back to Myungsoo. He catches Dongwoo's eyes drop to his crotch and the younger steps behind the camera's tripod. It doesn't do much, but he knows Dongwoo will understand. He does, turning to look at Sungyeol instead. His patience has run out, helping Dongwoo guide him into him and Myungsoo hopes he caught the look of pure ecstasy on Sungyeol's face once Dongwoo was all the way in.
The first thing Myungsoo notices is the two of them don't kiss; they only fuck. Dongwoo's hands roam along Sungyeol's tanned frame, dragging his nails along the expanse of Sungyeol's chest and sides, white lines appearing before turning into fading scratches. There are no other sounds aside from their breathing and skin against skin and Myungsoo is afraid to move to take pictures, worried he'll disrupt the moment. He doesn't start again until Sungyeol convinces Dongwoo to switch their positions.
Resting on his side, Sungyeol lifts one of his legs and Dongwoo grabs it with ease, guiding it across his waist to have Sungyeol lock him into the position. Myungsoo captures a great moment of Dongwoo tilting his head back, lips parted and eyes shut tightly; it's an image that even without the photo evidence, Myungsoo is certain he would be able to describe perfectly if he would ever be asked. He wonders if Sungyeol is close already, his constant urges for Dongwoo to move faster and harder now loud enough for him to hear, but the desperation in Sungyeol's voice sounds too genuine to be for show. Myungsoo's curiosity halts him again, hands gripping the camera but not using it as he stops looking through it, looking over it instead for a better view.
Sungyeol moves again, this time onto all fours and Dongwoo settles in behind him, quickly returning to the previously built pace. The new angle makes Myungsoo belatedly realise Sungyeol is doing this for the camera and goes back to taking pictures when Dongwoo's hands move to Sungyeol's hips, yanking him back as he thrusts forward. The rhythmic movement of his body makes Myungsoo wish he were experiencing this for himself and it scares him that he's not thinking of being in Dongwoo's place, but Sungyeol's.
Focusing is becoming a more daunting task for Myungsoo as he watches them continue, Sungyeol's moans unabashed and loud and Dongwoo staying so cautious and calculated. It's unexpected from the both of them and Myungsoo turns on the camera's auto-focus so one of his hands can drop to his side, only to slide across his thigh to begin palming himself roughly through his jeans. He stops when he hears Sungyeol call out to him, embarrassed when both he and Dongwoo are watching, Dongwoo's thrusts shallow and slow.
Both of Myungsoo's hands are back on the camera, capturing how their skin is slick with sweat and how Dongwoo's nails dig easily into Sungyeol's skin, leaving deep crescent shapes in their wake. It's easy for Myungsoo to imagine marking either one of them in a similar fashion or by taking time with his mouth, lips moving languidly across bare skin until he finds a perfect spot to suck. Quickly, it starts to eat at him, desperation to see his fantasy in action and he steps forward after the camera is set to automatic, the shutter clicking every few seconds.
He stands there until Sungyeol cums, watching him watch them and he continues to watch until Dongwoo thrusts a few more times. It's beautiful to him how Dongwoo's body arches forward, his mouth pressed against Sungyeol's shoulder to muffle his sounds as he climaxes. They're both breathing heavily, catching breaths at different times and Myungsoo reaches out, a hand making contact with Dongwoo's head, fingers carding through messy, dampened strands of hair. "Mark him, hyung," he murmurs against his ear, urging Dongwoo back to Sungyeol's shoulder. For a moment, he's afraid that Sungyeol will stop him, but he doesn't and Dongwoo's mouth parts, tongue dragging itself until he reaches Sungyeol's neck.
Myungsoo wonders if it should be this sexy, watching other people do this to each other instead of participating, but he's captivated entirely and doesn't allow himself to blink unless absolutely necessary. Dongwoo looks to be a professional at this too, the skin darkened even further when he's finished, even pressing a somewhat apologetic kiss before looking up at him. Myungsoo feels the edges of his mouth tug up into a smile and he nods in approval before going back to the camera, shutting it off entirely.
Sungyeol moves to go clean himself in the bathroom, stopping to ask Myungsoo for private copies when he is back in town again. "Next time, we'll have Dongwoo-ssi take the pictures for us," he suggests and Myungsoo nods automatically, looking back to Dongwoo as he wonders how the older man would take it. "Unless you want to watch me with him again? Or with someone else?"
Myungsoo freezes, his only movement his head whipping back to look up at Sungyeol as he watches him button his shirt. "I'll think about it," is Myungsoo's only reply, his mind in overdrive, thinking of other potential possibilities.
Sungyeol doesn't offer to help Myungsoo further and leaves shortly after getting dressed, leaving an even more tired Dongwoo and a photographer who is still turned on. He decides to go to the restroom and let the other sleep, but it's obvious Dongwoo has another idea. "Myungsoo, c'mere. Let me help you," Dongwoo calls out, sitting up and beckoning Myungsoo closer.
There's no hesitation and the first thing Myungsoo does is kiss him, moaning softly when Dongwoo pushes his jeans down enough so a hand can slip past his boxers. This, he realises, is better than watching any day.
dongsooyeol but not quite how you'd expect. hard r/nc-17. au porn with some plot. ~3560 words.
a long time ago i was asked by these two super cool girls for some dongsooyeol. i'm pretty sure this isn't what they were expecting, but it's what they get. ladies, i hope you like it. ♥
"You have a new model for GQ coming in for his shoot at noon, Myungsoo-yah. Are you ready or should I get you some coffee?" Dongwoo's cheerful voice is what wakes up Myungsoo as he groans, rolling onto his back, phone pressed up against his ear.
"Coffee, please. Get something for yourself too this time, hyung. Who is it?" Myungsoo pulls himself up from his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he puts his phone on speaker, heading into the bathroom to turn on the shower.
He hears the rustling of papers and then a clacking of computer keys before Dongwoo lets out a shocked puff of air. "I think you'll be pleased," he finally says with amusement in his voice. "Lee Sungyeol."
Lee Sungyeol is a photographer's dream. A purely photogenic face paired with a long, lean body that looked good in everything and if Myungsoo's fantasies had any truth to them, also looked good in nothing. Myungsoo almost knocks his phone into the shower when it finally registers. "Really," he croaks, pulling his tank top over his head, dropping it on the floor. "I'll be ready."
His shower takes longer than normal, his hand providing him temporary relief before he cleans his body. It's easy for Myungsoo to get caught up in the thought of anyone, especially Sungyeol obediently following his orders, moving exactly how he asks, even when his camera is turned off. He eventually turns the hot water down, letting the cold water not only wake him up, but shake him free of the thoughts he shouldn't be having before work.
Dongwoo barely beats him to the studio, Myungsoo spotting him across the street. He slows down to watch Dongwoo try to balance the coffee in one hand, his mouth holding a brown paper bag as his other hand fumbles to unlock the door. Myungsoo reaches him before the door is open, a hand slowly extending to run fingers down his arm to alert him of his presence. Once Dongwoo allows him to take the bag from his mouth, he grins brightly, unlocking the door and stepping into the studio. Myungsoo isn't far behind, turning on lights, walking over to Dongwoo to pick up his coffee.
"Thanks, hyung," Myungsoo says, catching Dongwoo's still smiling face as he goes to get the set ready. He never needs to ask or adjust anything Dongwoo does, something that worries Myungsoo being whenever Dongwoo realises he could easily get more pay and better hours anywhere else.
Sungyeol arrives late, sunglasses resting on top of his head instead of shielding his eyes and the first thing Myungsoo notices is Sungyeol's tanned body. The white tank top is a stark contrast against dark skin and Myungsoo stares up until he hears Dongwoo whisper against his ear. "Take pictures, they'll last longer." The amusement in his voice makes Myungsoo drop his gaze, barely catching Sungyeol turn his attention to the pair of them.
Myungsoo knows getting involved with the models goes against his code of ethics. It wouldn't be the first time one had captivated him. He disregards Dongwoo's concerned glances and his clever ways of saying things without saying anything at all aside from asking how Sungjong's been, despite knowing Myungsoo hasn't spoken to him in months. None of it stops him from grabbing Sungyeol's attention after the third night of shooting to get his number. Sungyeol is surprised, humming curiously as he pulls out his own phone to get Myungsoo's in return.
It takes less than a day for Myungsoo to crack, sending a short, blunt message to Sungyeol in hopes he will meet him for drinks. The reply is simply an address and after Myungsoo researches online, he sees that it's a bar. Upon further inspection, it isn't that special of one, but it's known for reasonable drinks and plenty of places for loud and still somewhat secluded conversation.
That's enough for Myungsoo. He doesn't need much.
He settles for a black v-neck shirt that hugs his body nicely, according to Dongwoo. He lets the older force him into dark denim jeans instead of black ones, giving himself the onceover as he tugs a cap onto his head. In the mirror, he sees Dongwoo come up behind him, going on his tiptoes to rest his chin on Myungsoo's shoulder. "Have fun, but not too much fun," Dongwoo says before going to pack up his things and head back to his own apartment.
Sungyeol is wearing a crisp white button down and jeans with excellently styled hair and a hint of eyeliner. He's beyond simply attractive; he's handsome, Myungsoo thinks as he follows the older toward the back, sliding into the chair across from him. "Soju," Sungyeol asks with a small smile and Myungsoo nods, leaning over to press the button for the waitress. She quickly comes to collect their order, disappearing as quickly as she arrived to leave them on their own.
Given the late hour, the bar isn't as busy as expected, the crowd talkative but not overly loud. It makes it so they don't have to shout at each other to talk and Myungsoo is relieved as they carry on their quiet conversation. He learns a lot about Sungyeol, quietly listening to and studying him as Sungyeol continues to talk. He discovers it was because of a recent trip to South America that made him so tan. "I'm not normally this dark," Sungyeol offers, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt.
The comfortable lull in the conversation alerts Myungsoo to the fact that Sungyeol might want him to return the favour, curious to know more about him, but Myungsoo doesn't offer anything at first. It isn't until Sungyeol asks about Dongwoo that Myungsoo becomes more animated, happily telling the sillier stories over any serious ones that might come off as boring to the other.
Myungsoo isn't sure if it's the alcohol or if it is genuine curiosity as to why Sungyeol continues to drive the conversation back to Dongwoo, but it concerns him on a certain level. He's protective of Dongwoo. They're friends, brothers if he had to rightfully admit and that's all. He knew more than most about him; their closeness making him aware of Dongwoo's openness to sexual orientation, but even then, he also knew Dongwoo normally dated women to keep up the rightful public image. Not that he'd openly share this with Sungyeol, even with alcohol in his system.
"What's the most risqué photoshoot you've done," Sungyeol asks, an elbow resting on the table as he leans forward. Myungsoo notices the tilt of his head and the piercing gaze. He doesn't understand the jump in conversation, but he hears a soft thump and before he can look under the table to see what it is, he feels Sungyeol's foot drag across his leg.
Myungsoo's breath hitches and he sits back, hands moving from the edge of the table into his lap. "I'm not sure," he says, his mind distracted and focusing only on the touch Sungyeol provides. His legs instinctively part more as he hopes for more of the same.
"I see. Have you ever put Dongwoo-ssi in front of the camera," Sungyeol asks, pulling his bottle of soju closer, his finger tracing around the rim of the bottle. With his foot's disappearance, Myungsoo is fixated on his hands, more specifically his fingers and it takes more effort than normal for Myungsoo to lift his gaze only to find Sungyeol staring right at him.
"No." Myungsoo clears his throat as his head tilts slightly. "Why do you ask?" He catches Sungyeol fidget, the older's gaze dropping before taking a long drink. "If you think he would be good, I'd have to agree. He hasn't allowed me to." He smiles as he takes a drink of his own, eyes locked on Sungyeol. Sungyeol's eyes seem to follow Myungsoo's Adam's apple and for the third time tonight, he wishes he had brought his camera to the bar. "You have really nice hands."
Sungyeol's laughter sounds startled and Myungsoo's reflexes are less inhibited as it's his hand that stops Sungyeol's bottle from tipping over onto the table. It's obvious Sungyeol isn't asking what he wants to, that he is curious about something. Myungsoo isn't sure exactly what, but he is determined to find out.
The more he thinks about it, the more Myungsoo doesn't want to share either one of them, the thought making his skin crawl. He sits back in his chair, fishing his phone out of his pocket. "I can see what hyung is doing." A pause as he looks up from his phone, watching to catch ever bit of Sungyeol's body language when he asks, "should I call him?" The flash of eagerness in Sungyeol's eyes is enough for Myungsoo to know his plan will work.
He makes Sungyeol wait out the rest of his bottle of soju before he calls Dongwoo. Myungsoo knows it's late and it's likely he might already be asleep. If so, they might be out of luck because of how heavy a sleeper the older is. The phone rings once, twice, three, then four times before Dongwoo finally picks up, fear in his voice when he answers with a sleepy, "hello? Myungsoo, what is it? You okay?" For a moment, Myungsoo feels bad, almost guilty when he hears how tired Dongwoo sounds.
"Can you come over," Myungsoo asks, a curious lilt in his voice he's sure even a tired Dongwoo would notice. He hears the hitch of breath and finds himself smirking as he picks up on the rustling of Dongwoo likely moving around his own apartment.
"Mm, yeah. Sure. Of course. Twenty minutes. I'll be there. Hold on, okay?" Myungsoo takes the time Dongwoo is silent to glance back at Sungyeol, nodding when Sungyeol gestures to Myungsoo's phone, that same hopeful look in his eyes. "Sorry, I was getting dressed. What happened?"
Myungsoo hadn't thought that far, not anticipating Dongwoo's curiosity to pique. He pouts before remembering Dongwoo won't see it and clears his throat before softly replying, "I need a few more shots of Sungyeol before he leaves to go to New York. To make the project complete. I need you."
The two of them make it back to Myungsoo's studio moments before Dongwoo arrives, the older letting himself inside. Myungsoo watches him slip out of his jacket, a black tank underneath and a brightly coloured snapback covering his obvious bedhead. It's endearing to see how much he rushed and Myungsoo hopes he won't be too angry when he understands why exactly he's there.
"Would you be able to help us," Myungsoo asks as he watches Dongwoo work on the computer, scanning through the different photos Myungsoo has taken over the past few days.
Dongwoo's head peeks up over the monitor and by the confused look on his face, it's obvious he still doesn't understand. "Wasn't I here for that already?" It isn't Myungsoo who laughs then, but instead Sungyeol, who pulls Dongwoo away from the computer.
"I thought we could do something together, Dongwoo-ssi," Sungyeol answers, a hand cupping the side of Dongwoo's face as he leans down. There's a pause, Dongwoo's eyes widening and Myungsoo knows by the quick glance over to him that Dongwoo is slowly starting to understand. Sungyeol backs away, grinning at Dongwoo before going to unbutton his shirt.
"Don't we need direction," Dongwoo asks as he steps in front of the camera, Myungsoo's first glance of him through the viewfinder. The older looks up, smiling sheepishly, a hand lifting to brush through the fringe of his hair. "You know… Things you want us to do?"
Myungsoo shakes his head in reply, lips parting to verbally tell him no, but Sungyeol walks behind Dongwoo, arms wrapping around his middle. It feels as if the air has been knocked out of him as he watches Sungyeol lean down, a hand lifting to brush away the hair at the nape of Dongwoo's neck, replacing it with his lips dragging across the skin. Sungyeol's eyes are open, staring right into the camera and Myungsoo isn't sure if he should be watching him or watching how Dongwoo's eyes flutter shut as his lips part, the smallest of sounds escaping past.
Sungyeol whispers things into Dongwoo's ear as his hand moves down to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly before he guides him to the futon. Myungsoo hates how he can't hear them from where he's standing, the click of the shutter causing him to be even more in the dark. He watches Dongwoo shift his weight, stealing a glance back at Myungsoo before turning back to the other. The older's expression is unclear, Myungsoo wishing to be a telepath just so he could alleviate the obvious worries from his mind. Sungyeol's hands push down Dongwoo's jeans, eventually leaving him only in his boxers before he finishes undressing himself. It's difficult for Myungsoo to watch everything at once. He looks on to see Dongwoo's attention fully on Sungyeol and it's obvious the other likes it. He studies Sungyeol's fingers next as they make quick work of his own pants, swallowing thickly at the sight of Sungyeol's naked frame.
Myungsoo almost forgets to continue taking pictures, the distraction of Sungyeol's body more than enough to keep him from wanting to do anything else but stare. Sungyeol is on his knees, both near the edge of the mattress. His hands easily find Dongwoo's shoulders, pushing the older down to the floor. It puts him at the perfect height to take Sungyeol's cock into his mouth and Myungsoo watches Dongwoo study it, slender fingers wrapping around it first until Sungyeol bats his hand away. Dongwoo obeys before handing Sungyeol the tube of lubricant and they both watch Sungyeol open it, coating his own fingers. It almost becomes too much because Sungyeol's voice is too low for him to hear, and Myungsoo catches the movement of his lips, commanding Dongwoo to "suck."
Myungsoo learns a lot about Dongwoo in the short span of time, watching as his mouth easily envelops Sungyeol's length. This obviously isn't the first time he has done this, not with how he doesn't gag and hollows out his cheeks with ease. A surge of jealousy and possessiveness rushes through him as he watches Sungyeol reach behind, slowly working fingers inside to ready himself for Dongwoo. His other hand grips tightly on Dongwoo's shoulder, sliding across to then run fingers through his hair, tugging to lift Dongwoo's head. Myungsoo notices then that Sungyeol is smirking faintly, turning his head just enough to alert Myungsoo to the fact he is watching him and not Dongwoo.
Sungyeol looks down at Dongwoo, another brief conversation happening and Myungsoo starts to insert his own dialogue for them both, imagining Dongwoo's determination to help Sungyeol finish and Sungyeol's blatant disregard for that and desire for something more. He watches as Sungyeol sprawls out on the bed, Dongwoo not far behind. Dongwoo's hands grab a firm hold on Sungyeol's calves, pushing up Sungyeol's long legs so they bend at the knee. He keeps them spread and kneels between them before taking a moment to roll the condom over his erection. Myungsoo wonders how he missed it, the obvious arousal of the older, the slight tremor of his hands, and it makes him break his gaze to look down, noticing his own straining his jeans.
Dongwoo is very patient, even with Sungyeol's obvious body movements and pleas for him to hurry. It's as if he doesn't want to rush it at all, frequently shooting looks back to Myungsoo. He catches Dongwoo's eyes drop to his crotch and the younger steps behind the camera's tripod. It doesn't do much, but he knows Dongwoo will understand. He does, turning to look at Sungyeol instead. His patience has run out, helping Dongwoo guide him into him and Myungsoo hopes he caught the look of pure ecstasy on Sungyeol's face once Dongwoo was all the way in.
The first thing Myungsoo notices is the two of them don't kiss; they only fuck. Dongwoo's hands roam along Sungyeol's tanned frame, dragging his nails along the expanse of Sungyeol's chest and sides, white lines appearing before turning into fading scratches. There are no other sounds aside from their breathing and skin against skin and Myungsoo is afraid to move to take pictures, worried he'll disrupt the moment. He doesn't start again until Sungyeol convinces Dongwoo to switch their positions.
Resting on his side, Sungyeol lifts one of his legs and Dongwoo grabs it with ease, guiding it across his waist to have Sungyeol lock him into the position. Myungsoo captures a great moment of Dongwoo tilting his head back, lips parted and eyes shut tightly; it's an image that even without the photo evidence, Myungsoo is certain he would be able to describe perfectly if he would ever be asked. He wonders if Sungyeol is close already, his constant urges for Dongwoo to move faster and harder now loud enough for him to hear, but the desperation in Sungyeol's voice sounds too genuine to be for show. Myungsoo's curiosity halts him again, hands gripping the camera but not using it as he stops looking through it, looking over it instead for a better view.
Sungyeol moves again, this time onto all fours and Dongwoo settles in behind him, quickly returning to the previously built pace. The new angle makes Myungsoo belatedly realise Sungyeol is doing this for the camera and goes back to taking pictures when Dongwoo's hands move to Sungyeol's hips, yanking him back as he thrusts forward. The rhythmic movement of his body makes Myungsoo wish he were experiencing this for himself and it scares him that he's not thinking of being in Dongwoo's place, but Sungyeol's.
Focusing is becoming a more daunting task for Myungsoo as he watches them continue, Sungyeol's moans unabashed and loud and Dongwoo staying so cautious and calculated. It's unexpected from the both of them and Myungsoo turns on the camera's auto-focus so one of his hands can drop to his side, only to slide across his thigh to begin palming himself roughly through his jeans. He stops when he hears Sungyeol call out to him, embarrassed when both he and Dongwoo are watching, Dongwoo's thrusts shallow and slow.
Both of Myungsoo's hands are back on the camera, capturing how their skin is slick with sweat and how Dongwoo's nails dig easily into Sungyeol's skin, leaving deep crescent shapes in their wake. It's easy for Myungsoo to imagine marking either one of them in a similar fashion or by taking time with his mouth, lips moving languidly across bare skin until he finds a perfect spot to suck. Quickly, it starts to eat at him, desperation to see his fantasy in action and he steps forward after the camera is set to automatic, the shutter clicking every few seconds.
He stands there until Sungyeol cums, watching him watch them and he continues to watch until Dongwoo thrusts a few more times. It's beautiful to him how Dongwoo's body arches forward, his mouth pressed against Sungyeol's shoulder to muffle his sounds as he climaxes. They're both breathing heavily, catching breaths at different times and Myungsoo reaches out, a hand making contact with Dongwoo's head, fingers carding through messy, dampened strands of hair. "Mark him, hyung," he murmurs against his ear, urging Dongwoo back to Sungyeol's shoulder. For a moment, he's afraid that Sungyeol will stop him, but he doesn't and Dongwoo's mouth parts, tongue dragging itself until he reaches Sungyeol's neck.
Myungsoo wonders if it should be this sexy, watching other people do this to each other instead of participating, but he's captivated entirely and doesn't allow himself to blink unless absolutely necessary. Dongwoo looks to be a professional at this too, the skin darkened even further when he's finished, even pressing a somewhat apologetic kiss before looking up at him. Myungsoo feels the edges of his mouth tug up into a smile and he nods in approval before going back to the camera, shutting it off entirely.
Sungyeol moves to go clean himself in the bathroom, stopping to ask Myungsoo for private copies when he is back in town again. "Next time, we'll have Dongwoo-ssi take the pictures for us," he suggests and Myungsoo nods automatically, looking back to Dongwoo as he wonders how the older man would take it. "Unless you want to watch me with him again? Or with someone else?"
Myungsoo freezes, his only movement his head whipping back to look up at Sungyeol as he watches him button his shirt. "I'll think about it," is Myungsoo's only reply, his mind in overdrive, thinking of other potential possibilities.
Sungyeol doesn't offer to help Myungsoo further and leaves shortly after getting dressed, leaving an even more tired Dongwoo and a photographer who is still turned on. He decides to go to the restroom and let the other sleep, but it's obvious Dongwoo has another idea. "Myungsoo, c'mere. Let me help you," Dongwoo calls out, sitting up and beckoning Myungsoo closer.
There's no hesitation and the first thing Myungsoo does is kiss him, moaning softly when Dongwoo pushes his jeans down enough so a hand can slip past his boxers. This, he realises, is better than watching any day.