Seduce Me Tonight
I am an evil person. An evil person. I had this in my folders of unfinished things so I thought I'd finish it and then it went sideways and I think(hope) you might like it.
Summary: Some nights, Sungjong gets a certain look in his eye. Myungsoo knows this means it's better to give in.
Little over 1k words. ETA: Title is from a song in the Flashdance OST with that name. It just popped into my head when I was trying to figure out a title.
Er, should I crosspost this?
Sungjong gets like this sometimes and Myungsoo has learned that it's best to go with it. It's not like he really wants to get away anyhow. No one who has been the object of Sungjong's single minded and downright ferocious passions would ever say they wanted to get away. Rest afterwards, yes. Escape, no.
He can see the look on Sungjong's face; he can see the almost predatorial gleam deep in his liquid gaze and Myungsoo feels a thump of arousal ground at the base of his spine and spread through him like lava in his veins. He gasps, finding himself falling back against the door and accidentally assisting in closing him in here with Sungjong.
Myungsoo swallows. "Hi," he tries, his tongue feeling too thick in his mouth.
"Oh hello there, hyung," Sungjong answers, purrs really in his soft pretty voice.
Cool fingers clasp themselves around Myungsoo's wrist and push his open hand against the door. Myungsoo swallows again.
"Sungjong-ah," he murmurs, feeling the warmth of Sungjong's body heat just a few seconds before the firm slim tautness of Sungjong's form plasters itself against his own.
"Yes, hyung?" Sungjong asks and Myungsoo can't help but wonder just how can Sungjong sound so calm right now.
Because Myungsoo does not feel calm, not one little bit. He and Sungjong are almost the same height and the way their bodies are pushed against one another, he can feel all the firm planes and graceful valleys of Sungjong's body. And that doesn't even countthe extremely insistent hard-on he can feel against his thigh. It makes his whole body seize with a fierce response, even while he tells himself he should be resisting.
"God, Sungjongie," he mutters.
"Mmmm." It's all the reply Sungjong makes and Myungsoo can't really blame him because Sungjong has captured his other wrist and placed it against the door too. And his mouth, fuck...Sungjong's mouth is a sin the way he places hot wet kisses against the curve of Myungsoo's neck, heading towards his shoulder.
Myungsoo is so captivated by this sexy aggression from his dongsaeng that he literally can't bring himself to say a word. Sungjong's lips are soft and a little damp and every kiss feels as if it's placed on his skin with deliberation. He gives his wrists a tentative tug, but the firm tightening of Sungjong's hands on them makes it clear that any attempt at escape will not be met with cheer. His knees are starting to get weak and really he can't remember why he might want to do anything but have Sungjong's mouth all over him.
"Jongie..." he tries again, and is treated to a firm press of Sungjong's white teeth against his shoulder. Myungsoo loves being bitten that way, and Sungjong knows it, damn it. He shivers and pulls again at Sungjong's grip, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning this early. He has some pride after all.
"What?" Sungjong asks, his voice a soft growl in his ear after a few minutes to make sure that bite mark is going to stay for a while. "Nobody will be able to see it," he adds.
"I don't even care right now, I just can't... I'm gonna fall over," Myungsoo admits, knees bending so he can arch his hips against Sungjong's. Why does Sungjong feel so good against him anyway?
Sungjong pulls back and his big dark eyes are so very intense. It's like a black hole search light sweeping over him, sucking him in, Myungsoo thinks dazedly.
"Oh," Sungjong says then he flashes Myungsoo a grin, stepping back and letting go of his wrists but only instead to slide his fingers against the line of Myungsoo's belt. He uses the overlong end to pull Myungsoo with him towards the big hotel bed.
"Sungjong," Myungsoo tries. He's a little mad at himself because he's letting Sungjong have his way. He should be resisting more, right? He is the older one, right? But Sungjong just produces this big magnetic field and it's really powerful.
"Shh,"
"I..."
"I said, shhh," Sungjong insists and puts both hands on Myungsoo's chest then pushes so he lands flat on his back on the bed.
Myungsoo bounces a little on the mattress and opens his mouth to say something. Instead, his mouth goes a bit dry as the younger man pulls off his over sized sweater with an impatient mutter under his breath. His hair is hanging over his brow and those eyes and fuck, Sungjong is slender but that doesn't mean he's not lean and firm and sexy.
Not a lot of people get to see Sungjong half naked...and Myungsoo is pretty sure he's going to get to see Sungjong all naked at this rate. Because Sungjong is leaning over him with hands on either side of his hips and one knee sliding between Myungsoo's in that sensuous rattle snake predatorial way he does.
Myungsoo swallows thickly and mutely stares up at the younger man as if hypnotized. He licks his lips, gaze wandering over Sungjong's perfect face and soft lips and down his equally perfect throat and over his square shoulders and slim toned torso and he'd rather eat some awful raw fish from Japan for the rest of his life than even think of Sungjong stopping now.
"You're so beautiful," Sungjong says into the heavy silence. "All the time, hyung," he continues as if complaining, his breath warming Myungsoo's neck.
"I... you...I...so are you," Myungsoo blinks quickly and keeps staring at Sungjong because the look of him is too much for him to process all at once.
There's a short silence and then, Sungjong looks at him seriously. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asks slowly, each word coming out as if he regrets each one. As if he doesn't want to stop at all, Myungsoo thinks.
"Um." Myungsoo answers and winces, sitting up on his elbows. "I know I space out and get a bit weird sometimes but I'm not dumb! Of course I don't want you to stop!" He grins then, showing his dimples. "Can I pretend to protest though? It's hot like that."
Sungjong leers and drops a kiss on Myungsoo's lips. "By all means, protest all you want. I will still have my evil way with you."
"Oh, good, c'mere."
Summary: Some nights, Sungjong gets a certain look in his eye. Myungsoo knows this means it's better to give in.
Little over 1k words. ETA: Title is from a song in the Flashdance OST with that name. It just popped into my head when I was trying to figure out a title.
Er, should I crosspost this?
Sungjong gets like this sometimes and Myungsoo has learned that it's best to go with it. It's not like he really wants to get away anyhow. No one who has been the object of Sungjong's single minded and downright ferocious passions would ever say they wanted to get away. Rest afterwards, yes. Escape, no.
He can see the look on Sungjong's face; he can see the almost predatorial gleam deep in his liquid gaze and Myungsoo feels a thump of arousal ground at the base of his spine and spread through him like lava in his veins. He gasps, finding himself falling back against the door and accidentally assisting in closing him in here with Sungjong.
Myungsoo swallows. "Hi," he tries, his tongue feeling too thick in his mouth.
"Oh hello there, hyung," Sungjong answers, purrs really in his soft pretty voice.
Cool fingers clasp themselves around Myungsoo's wrist and push his open hand against the door. Myungsoo swallows again.
"Sungjong-ah," he murmurs, feeling the warmth of Sungjong's body heat just a few seconds before the firm slim tautness of Sungjong's form plasters itself against his own.
"Yes, hyung?" Sungjong asks and Myungsoo can't help but wonder just how can Sungjong sound so calm right now.
Because Myungsoo does not feel calm, not one little bit. He and Sungjong are almost the same height and the way their bodies are pushed against one another, he can feel all the firm planes and graceful valleys of Sungjong's body. And that doesn't even countthe extremely insistent hard-on he can feel against his thigh. It makes his whole body seize with a fierce response, even while he tells himself he should be resisting.
"God, Sungjongie," he mutters.
"Mmmm." It's all the reply Sungjong makes and Myungsoo can't really blame him because Sungjong has captured his other wrist and placed it against the door too. And his mouth, fuck...Sungjong's mouth is a sin the way he places hot wet kisses against the curve of Myungsoo's neck, heading towards his shoulder.
Myungsoo is so captivated by this sexy aggression from his dongsaeng that he literally can't bring himself to say a word. Sungjong's lips are soft and a little damp and every kiss feels as if it's placed on his skin with deliberation. He gives his wrists a tentative tug, but the firm tightening of Sungjong's hands on them makes it clear that any attempt at escape will not be met with cheer. His knees are starting to get weak and really he can't remember why he might want to do anything but have Sungjong's mouth all over him.
"Jongie..." he tries again, and is treated to a firm press of Sungjong's white teeth against his shoulder. Myungsoo loves being bitten that way, and Sungjong knows it, damn it. He shivers and pulls again at Sungjong's grip, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning this early. He has some pride after all.
"What?" Sungjong asks, his voice a soft growl in his ear after a few minutes to make sure that bite mark is going to stay for a while. "Nobody will be able to see it," he adds.
"I don't even care right now, I just can't... I'm gonna fall over," Myungsoo admits, knees bending so he can arch his hips against Sungjong's. Why does Sungjong feel so good against him anyway?
Sungjong pulls back and his big dark eyes are so very intense. It's like a black hole search light sweeping over him, sucking him in, Myungsoo thinks dazedly.
"Oh," Sungjong says then he flashes Myungsoo a grin, stepping back and letting go of his wrists but only instead to slide his fingers against the line of Myungsoo's belt. He uses the overlong end to pull Myungsoo with him towards the big hotel bed.
"Sungjong," Myungsoo tries. He's a little mad at himself because he's letting Sungjong have his way. He should be resisting more, right? He is the older one, right? But Sungjong just produces this big magnetic field and it's really powerful.
"Shh,"
"I..."
"I said, shhh," Sungjong insists and puts both hands on Myungsoo's chest then pushes so he lands flat on his back on the bed.
Myungsoo bounces a little on the mattress and opens his mouth to say something. Instead, his mouth goes a bit dry as the younger man pulls off his over sized sweater with an impatient mutter under his breath. His hair is hanging over his brow and those eyes and fuck, Sungjong is slender but that doesn't mean he's not lean and firm and sexy.
Not a lot of people get to see Sungjong half naked...and Myungsoo is pretty sure he's going to get to see Sungjong all naked at this rate. Because Sungjong is leaning over him with hands on either side of his hips and one knee sliding between Myungsoo's in that sensuous rattle snake predatorial way he does.
Myungsoo swallows thickly and mutely stares up at the younger man as if hypnotized. He licks his lips, gaze wandering over Sungjong's perfect face and soft lips and down his equally perfect throat and over his square shoulders and slim toned torso and he'd rather eat some awful raw fish from Japan for the rest of his life than even think of Sungjong stopping now.
"You're so beautiful," Sungjong says into the heavy silence. "All the time, hyung," he continues as if complaining, his breath warming Myungsoo's neck.
"I... you...I...so are you," Myungsoo blinks quickly and keeps staring at Sungjong because the look of him is too much for him to process all at once.
There's a short silence and then, Sungjong looks at him seriously. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asks slowly, each word coming out as if he regrets each one. As if he doesn't want to stop at all, Myungsoo thinks.
"Um." Myungsoo answers and winces, sitting up on his elbows. "I know I space out and get a bit weird sometimes but I'm not dumb! Of course I don't want you to stop!" He grins then, showing his dimples. "Can I pretend to protest though? It's hot like that."
Sungjong leers and drops a kiss on Myungsoo's lips. "By all means, protest all you want. I will still have my evil way with you."
"Oh, good, c'mere."