need more | himdae

Dec 18, 2012 22:51

title: need more
rating: nc-17
word count: 1171
warnings: sexual content
summary: himchan is the king of skinship and daehyun can’t get enough


kiss me, touch me, i need more

himchan likes to touch. he really really likes to touch. he’s the king (queen is more fitting, really) of skinship. part of it is for the fanservice. the other part, well, he just likes touching. it’s a bit of an addiction (it’s not his fault his band members’ skin are so smooth).

daehyun comes to realize this tiny fact about himchan a little too late. it all starts with one interview. they’re sitting next to each other and himchan’s going on about something (daehyun isn’t paying attention, he’s hungry). he nods his head absentmindedly.

and then he feels it. a hand slowly creeps up on his thigh and moves up and up. he jolts and closes his legs almost immediately.

no one notices it. himchan moves on to talk about something else. his thigh feels naked. the tingles from himchan’s touch hasn’t fully left. daehyun shifts, uncomfortable.

~

daehyun has been awkward around himchan for days. he glances at the ground every time the older boy tries to make eye contact. he changes seats whenever the other sits next to him. no one says anything about it (because they don’t notice and himchan’s an idiot).

but daehyun knows he can’t do this forever. he can’t avoid himchan forever. he inhales and exhales and looks at himself in the mirror. it was just because he was so close. i’m overreacting. everything’s gonna go back to normal. himchan’s my hyung. of course he’s gonna touch me. it’s normal.

he walks out of the room, a little more relaxed.

a tiny voice in the back of his head whispers, but you want him to keep touching you. you like it. daehyun shudders and pushes the thought back.

they’re going to do another interview. and of course, himchan is next to him. again. he doesn’t mind. he really doesn’t. but he’s hoping that himchan won’t touch him (it’s wishful thinking).

himchan wraps an arm around his shoulders and he has to restrain himself from shuddering. there’s barely a hint of a grimace on his face. but himchan notices it and gives his shoulder a squeeze and rubs a hand along his thigh.

and daehyun wants more. needs more. he wants himchan’s hand to continue all the way up. he wants himchan to touch him everywhere. and he realizes he’s half-hard and oh shit because they’re in public and his pants are kind of tight and holy fucking shit this is bad.

daehyun coughs nervously and puts his hands on his laps, hoping to hide the bulge. again, no one notices (at least he hopes no one noticed). once the interview ends, daehyun rushes to the van, hoping to get home as soon as possible because his pants are impossibly tight and he’s in public and it’s all cause of himchan and he wants to curl up in a corner and die of embarrassment.

they make it home half an hour later and daehyun spends twenty minutes jerking off in the bathroom.

~

it’s a saturday night and everyone usually goes out. but not this time. daehyun wants to stay home. he wants to be alone. he can’t look himchan in the eye anymore. not after what happened. he’s more relaxed now that everyone’s gone and he’s home alone.

it’s five pm and it’s dark out. daehyun decides it’s a good time to get some cookies and watch a movie for the rest of the night. he scrambles to the kitchen, fills a plate with cookies, and heads to the living room.

he stops dead in his track when he sees a blond head sticking up from the couch (he would’ve dropped his plate too, but this is daehyun is food comes before anything else).

“h-himchan hyung?” he calls out, hesitantly.

“hmm?” himchan turns to look at him. smiles.

“wh-what are you doing here?” (why aren’t you out so i don’t have to think about you touching me again?)

the older male shrugs. “i didn’t feel like going out. besides, they’re probably all going to eat or something and i’m a diet so why bother going if all i’m gonna do is sit there and watch them eat, right? oh, cookies! no, wait, i’m on a diet. nevermind. wanna watch a movie together?”

daehyun nods dumbly. he sits down on the couch (a good few inches away from himchan) and sets the plate of cookies on the table (he’s lost his appetite). himchan flips through some channels and picks some generic romantic comedy. daehyun groans.

“really, hyung? a romantic comedy? they’re so boring. we don’t even need to watch the whole thing to know what happens.”

himchan smirks. “i know. that’s why i picked it.”

“wha--”
hands on his chest, himchan pushes daehyun down and kisses him.

his lips brush against the younger one’s ear. “why bother watching it when we can do this instead?”

his hands slip under daehyun’s shirt and begins roaming his chest. touching every inch of it. daehyun’s back arches. moaning, he wraps his arms around himchan’s neck and pulls his head down for another bruising kiss. it’s hot, wet, sloppy, and just about everything daehyun wanted.

they flip and tumble off the couch and onto the floor with a loud thud. neither cares. they continue with their touching. daehyun clawing at himchan’s back. himchan teasing him with soft, light touches here and there.

“t-touch...me...” daehyun breathes out, “down there...please..!”

himchan smirks. “down where?”

the shorter boy groans. “st-stop teasing me...”

himchan’s long fingers crawls down to daehyun’s pants. he unzips it and rubs daehyun’s cock through his boxers, eliciting a loud moan from daehyun. he continues teasing until daehyun can’t stand it anymore and thrusts up. himchan gives his cock one more rub before reaching into his boxers and pulling it out.

daehyun hisses. “hurry up!”

“ah, ah, patience, daehyun. patience.”

himchan strokes him slowly. with every thrust, daehyun thrusts his hips up. himchan’s pace gradually increases, going faster and faster. daehyun moans and thrusts and his nails dig deep into himchan’s arms. the older boy groans and pumps faster, harder. daehyun can feel his climax coming. it’s so close.

“ah...! i-i’m gonna...come..!”

a few more pumps and he does. he comes on himchan’s hand and his stomach. he doesn’t really care at the moment. everything just feels so good and he’s still high from his climax.

“hey, guys, we’re home! and we bought food!”

oh, fuck.

himchan and daehyun scramble to get themselves together. they hope the living room doesn’t smell like sex or anything close to it. himchan’s pretty sure yongguk would give him a lecture if he found out and he’s not in the mood for one of yongguk’s wise man words of wisdom lectures. daehyun just wants to eat his cookies now (and the food that the other bought).

(his stomach usually does most of the thinking)

(sometimes his dick, rarely his brain)

(mostly his stomach)

“i’m on a diet!” himchan yells (and no one cares because it’s himchan).

-

oh my god, i just wanted to write some himdae but then porn and idk is this rated nc-17 or rated r
i also don’t know how to end stories.
wow, i should never write again.



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pairing: himdae, rating: nc-17, b.a.p

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