yeoljong, like me
anonymous
July 26 2012, 03:53:21 UTC
“Well?” Sungyeol raised his eyebrows. “Is it good?”
“I-what?” Sungjong stuttered, standing in the doorway. Sungyeol turned to face him, but Sungjong was still staring at the mirror, at the long limbs encased in pink ruffle panties and black garters. Sungyeol was bent over, in the process of putting on a pair of black stockings. This wasn’t even his room. Had Sungyeol been waiting for him?
“I said,” Sungyeol repeated, hand on his hips. “Is it good?” He raised his eyebrows-the fact that he had eyebrows was a focal point in itself. Sungyeol pulled up his other stocking and straightened. “You know. This is the kind of thing girls wear, isn’t it? When they’re being sexy.”
Sungjong looked at the wall and tried not to feel angry. It was too late at night for this and he already had a headache. What he really need to do right now was find his teddy-bear. He took his time to speak, taking in measured breaths.
“I get it,” he said. “I already said I’d stop doing that. The whole girl dances thing. I am a guy. Do you get a rise out of humiliating me like this?”
Sungyeol walked up to him, swaggering with his sharp bony hips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sungyeol said. He put his hands on Sungjong’s shoulders. “You do know what I’m talking about, though. I don’t know why you’re denying it.”
Sungjong pushed Sungyeol’s hand away.
“You made your point,” he said. “I said I’d stop already, I’m not a girl-“
“But you look at them, right?” Sungyeol said. He stepped closer. “You watch videos of them when you’re getting off, right?” He swept a hand over the ruffles on his hip. “You like this.” He grabbed Sungjong’s hand and placed it on his thigh. He tilted his head. “I could make a pretty sexy girl too, if I tried. C’mon.” He struck a pose.
“Yeah,” Sungjong said breathily. He stared at the delicate lace edging on the edge of his stockings, black against ivory skin, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, you might clean up well.”
“Might?” Sungyeol retorted. He raised his fist.
“Of course,” Sungjong said, and snapped his garter. “The real test is how you take it off, though.”
“Oh, we’ll see who’s taking off what,” Sungyeol growled, and grabbed his shirt.
ooh, i've never read infinite fic (since i've only just gotten into them, lol), but i reeeeaaally enjoyed this! i think i might go and look for some more now, haha.
“I-what?” Sungjong stuttered, standing in the doorway. Sungyeol turned to face him, but Sungjong was still staring at the mirror, at the long limbs encased in pink ruffle panties and black garters. Sungyeol was bent over, in the process of putting on a pair of black stockings. This wasn’t even his room. Had Sungyeol been waiting for him?
“I said,” Sungyeol repeated, hand on his hips. “Is it good?” He raised his eyebrows-the fact that he had eyebrows was a focal point in itself. Sungyeol pulled up his other stocking and straightened. “You know. This is the kind of thing girls wear, isn’t it? When they’re being sexy.”
Sungjong looked at the wall and tried not to feel angry. It was too late at night for this and he already had a headache. What he really need to do right now was find his teddy-bear. He took his time to speak, taking in measured breaths.
“I get it,” he said. “I already said I’d stop doing that. The whole girl dances thing. I am a guy. Do you get a rise out of humiliating me like this?”
Sungyeol walked up to him, swaggering with his sharp bony hips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sungyeol said. He put his hands on Sungjong’s shoulders. “You do know what I’m talking about, though. I don’t know why you’re denying it.”
Sungjong pushed Sungyeol’s hand away.
“You made your point,” he said. “I said I’d stop already, I’m not a girl-“
“But you look at them, right?” Sungyeol said. He stepped closer. “You watch videos of them when you’re getting off, right?” He swept a hand over the ruffles on his hip. “You like this.” He grabbed Sungjong’s hand and placed it on his thigh. He tilted his head. “I could make a pretty sexy girl too, if I tried. C’mon.” He struck a pose.
“Yeah,” Sungjong said breathily. He stared at the delicate lace edging on the edge of his stockings, black against ivory skin, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, you might clean up well.”
“Might?” Sungyeol retorted. He raised his fist.
“Of course,” Sungjong said, and snapped his garter. “The real test is how you take it off, though.”
“Oh, we’ll see who’s taking off what,” Sungyeol growled, and grabbed his shirt.
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