One Shot Tequila
semi-porn practice that's not actually porn at all?
it's painfully pg-13 if anything please don't get your hopes up.
Hansol’s stomach flutters as Byungjoo licks a long stripe from hip bone to navel, tongue rolling over the trail of salt. They had long since abandoned shot glasses; Byungjoo just takes a large swig of tequila straight from the bottle, not caring for the little bit that escapes past his lips and dribbles down his chin. It doesn’t matter anyway, because after he’s fished the lime from Hansol’s mouth, the other sets on kissing and biting at his chin until all traces of tequila have been licked clean.
Byungjoo sucks on the lime for a grand total of three seconds before thinking fuck this and unceremoniously spitting it out onto the floor. His parents are out for the weekend, Hansol looks so fucking hot like this and Byungjoo is as horny as ever.
He clambers over onto the counter and holds himself up above Hansol. It’s easier said than done on such a small granite counter; Byungjoo’s head collides painfully with the cabinet but Hansol is pulling him close close close, nails scratching over his hipbones as fingers curling around his belt. It’s messy and a little gross but Byungjoo doesn’t care. Hansol is sticky from the trails of saliva Byungjoo had left behind and sweat but he smells so good and his skin is so soft.
Hansol arches up at a particularly hard bite to his collarbone, letting his hand slip from behind Byungjoo’s shoulder to the counter to steady himself. But his elbow accidentally nudges into Byungjoo’s arm, causing him to lose his balance. He knows what’s going to happen but isn’t fast enough to react, and slams down onto the tile floor, with Hansol tumbling down on top of him. Hansol lets out a small “oof” which normally, Byungjoo would totally coo at, but can only manage a loud groan. His ass took most of the fall luckily, (for his head, that is, not his ass) but that doesn’t make it any less painful. Hansol ignores Byungjoo’s loud groaning, straddling his hips to pull him up by the collar of his tshirt. “Bed now,” he whines.
Byungjoo hisses, “I don’t think I can walk now.” The reply seems to please Hansol because something in the older boy clicks, his lips quirking up into a smirk.
He gently pushes down on Byungjoo’s shoulders so he’s lying on the floor again and brackets his head with his hands. “Oh trust me babe, you definitely won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”
Byungjoo squawks indignantly, pushing his palm over Hansol’s mouth before the boy could kiss him. “Oh hell no, my ass is already sore, I’m not gonna let you shove your dick up it.” Mustering all the strength he can, Byungjoo flips them over with a quick but hard slap to Hansol’s thigh. “Okay spread ‘em.”
Hansol clucks his tongue, looking up at Byungjoo distastefully. His arms circle around Byungjoo’s neck and his legs wrap around Byungjoo’s hips, and he manages to flip them over again. Hansol sits proudly on Byungjoo’s lap and runs blunt nails across his exposed collarbone. “Fine, but I get to be on top.”
it's painfully pg-13 if anything please don't get your hopes up.
Hansol’s stomach flutters as Byungjoo licks a long stripe from hip bone to navel, tongue rolling over the trail of salt. They had long since abandoned shot glasses; Byungjoo just takes a large swig of tequila straight from the bottle, not caring for the little bit that escapes past his lips and dribbles down his chin. It doesn’t matter anyway, because after he’s fished the lime from Hansol’s mouth, the other sets on kissing and biting at his chin until all traces of tequila have been licked clean.
Byungjoo sucks on the lime for a grand total of three seconds before thinking fuck this and unceremoniously spitting it out onto the floor. His parents are out for the weekend, Hansol looks so fucking hot like this and Byungjoo is as horny as ever.
He clambers over onto the counter and holds himself up above Hansol. It’s easier said than done on such a small granite counter; Byungjoo’s head collides painfully with the cabinet but Hansol is pulling him close close close, nails scratching over his hipbones as fingers curling around his belt. It’s messy and a little gross but Byungjoo doesn’t care. Hansol is sticky from the trails of saliva Byungjoo had left behind and sweat but he smells so good and his skin is so soft.
Hansol arches up at a particularly hard bite to his collarbone, letting his hand slip from behind Byungjoo’s shoulder to the counter to steady himself. But his elbow accidentally nudges into Byungjoo’s arm, causing him to lose his balance. He knows what’s going to happen but isn’t fast enough to react, and slams down onto the tile floor, with Hansol tumbling down on top of him. Hansol lets out a small “oof” which normally, Byungjoo would totally coo at, but can only manage a loud groan. His ass took most of the fall luckily, (for his head, that is, not his ass) but that doesn’t make it any less painful. Hansol ignores Byungjoo’s loud groaning, straddling his hips to pull him up by the collar of his tshirt. “Bed now,” he whines.
Byungjoo hisses, “I don’t think I can walk now.” The reply seems to please Hansol because something in the older boy clicks, his lips quirking up into a smirk.
He gently pushes down on Byungjoo’s shoulders so he’s lying on the floor again and brackets his head with his hands. “Oh trust me babe, you definitely won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”
Byungjoo squawks indignantly, pushing his palm over Hansol’s mouth before the boy could kiss him. “Oh hell no, my ass is already sore, I’m not gonna let you shove your dick up it.” Mustering all the strength he can, Byungjoo flips them over with a quick but hard slap to Hansol’s thigh. “Okay spread ‘em.”
Hansol clucks his tongue, looking up at Byungjoo distastefully. His arms circle around Byungjoo’s neck and his legs wrap around Byungjoo’s hips, and he manages to flip them over again. Hansol sits proudly on Byungjoo’s lap and runs blunt nails across his exposed collarbone. “Fine, but I get to be on top.”