post #13
Fics ( #12).
How Hard Was That? GLAM, Zinni/Trinity
Safehouse SNSD, Taeyeon/Seohyun
Intriguing Secret, Hyosung/Sunhwa [warning: murder]
Six and Seven Girl's Day, Minah/Hyeri
Approved Block B/B.A.P., Jaehyo/Himchan
Fiction EXO, Kai/Suho
Untitled Infinite, Myungsoo/Sungyeol
One Sequin at a Time EXO, Suho/Kai
Why don't we measure the coefficient of ( Read more... )
How Hard Was That? GLAM, Zinni/Trinity
Safehouse SNSD, Taeyeon/Seohyun
Intriguing Secret, Hyosung/Sunhwa [warning: murder]
Six and Seven Girl's Day, Minah/Hyeri
Approved Block B/B.A.P., Jaehyo/Himchan
Fiction EXO, Kai/Suho
Untitled Infinite, Myungsoo/Sungyeol
One Sequin at a Time EXO, Suho/Kai
Why don't we measure the coefficient of ( Read more... )
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Sungjong usually considers himself averse to being on his hands and knees, but for Hoya, he makes an exception. Hoya pushes in the long silicone toy from behind, one widening segment at a time, and he finds himself whimpering each time it catches around the stretched and tender rim of his entrance. Hoya has always been gentle-too gentle-unless ordered otherwise, but this is the first time Sungjong’s done this particular activity with another and the strangeness dissuades him from it. He rolls his hip, inviting more in until there’s nothing left but the plug, breathy gasps already reduced to nothing more than incoherency. “I can’t wait to fuck myself on your cock,” Sungjong murmurs. The grip around his own tightens. “Fuck, Hoya. Choose one and hurry up already.”
“Not yet,” Hoya says tentatively. Not even the lack of an honorific can budge him from his stubbornness. He tugs Sungjong down until he’s sitting on the leather couch and-oh, this is definitely okay. Sungjong bites his lip as he shifts against it, full but not quite full enough.
“Why not, hyung?” But Hoya kisses him instead, in a meandering trail down his neck and collarbones. Sungjong nips the shell of his ear. “Don’t you see how hard I am for you?”
Hoya has always been uncommonly hesitant, although most wouldn’t know it with the iron wall of politeness he keeps. Sungjong likes that he can make concessions for him. Likes it a lot. Especially now, when Hoya takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, in a way that makes fire shoot up Sungjong’s spine and his eyes flutter shut. “More,” Sungjong demands, hands fisted in Hoya’s hair as he crouches between his legs.
“You’re so impatient,” Hoya chides, but for all his teasing, the rough fingers caressing Sungjong all over feel much more like doting. Even the firmer drag of Hoya’s tongue, down, down, and -
Sungjong swears again. As romantic as he pretends he isn’t, Hoya’s near-worshipful touch makes uncomfortable for reasons that elude him. Not physically; his mouth is a hot wet miracle. Obviously it’s not the first time they’ve had sex either. He’s not sure what this- arrangement is. As romantic as… and there’s his answer, but the thought slips away as soon as he rocks his body too hard when Hoya starts to hum. “Don’t,” he gasps, pushing Hoya away and onto his back. He lets him. “I might just come right now, and that wouldn’t be any fun.”
Without intervention, Hoya would be content even without reciprocity. And that’s fine too. Has been fine before; nothing arouses Sungjong more than the thought of him getting off only much later, alone, fuelled only by the sights and sounds of someone else’s pleasure. Just not today. What Hoya needs is incentive. And Sungjong gives it to him: he rubs himself over Hoya’s half-hard cock; bites promises in the nooks of Hoya’s body- behind his ear, the bones of his wrist, side of his hip. When Sungjong raises his head again the memory of skin is not of sweat, but of victory, reflected in the darkness of Hoya’s eyes and the sheen of saliva on swollen lips.
“Hyung,” Sungjong breathes into Hoya’s ear, straddling his waist that much tighter. “Will you fuck me now? Is this feeling still called impatience?”
Victory, in the small moan Sungjong’s words coax out of him. But not yet reified.
“Answer me, hyung, before I can’t wait any longer. Or I might just take you for myself regardless of what you end up saying.”
“Maybe I will, Sungjongie.” The shaky hand Hoya runs down Sungjong’s spine is answer enough. He drags the toy out as slowly as he’d pushed it in: one segment at a time. Yet in the end the emptiness is one of a silicon imitation, when what he yearns for is a concession. A mutual passion.
The first few times Sungjong eases himself down to the hilt are are awkward, unpracticed. Not painfully so- Hoya had insisted on using far too much lube even with the condom. The couch is cramped, but that’s okay. He experiments by clenching his muscles and savours how Hoya’s shudder spreads through his body and into his own. “You feel so fucking good right now,” Sungjong pants. “Tell me I feel the same. Tell me how much you want this.”
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“More than I can describe,” Hoya agrees. Sungjong sits up straighter, attentive, but he doesn’t say more. It’s an unfortunate given that, no matter how cruelly Sungjong teases him, Hoya wouldn’t ever act on his own unless explicitly told.
So he does. “What I’m saying is I want you to move.” And this- yes, this is the Hoya he loves, beyond the shyness: manly and rough and with all the charisma that shines the brightest on stage, in these stolen moments shining brightly for him alone. Shallow initial thrusts become deeper, surer, and the embers of that abstraction roar into life again as Sungjong moans, high and thin and wanting. But this is the first time, and it isn’t quite scorching.
At least not until Hoya changes position, by lifting up Sungjong’s legs with calloused palms. Then the thick length pounding into his ass, against his prostate, is simultaneously the only thing that grounds and liberates him, there in the living room of their dorm with the TV set on mute and nobody else home. Moans become grunts and grunts become screams as Sungjong calls out Hoya’s name, over and over. His hands scrabble for purchase on the lines of Hoya’s straining abs; when he doesn’t find them, he wraps one around his cock instead, pumping fast and loose.
“Sungjong,” Hoya finally whispers. When Sungjong opens his eyes Hoya is looking at him, really looking at him, not past him or at the bridge of his nose, and what he sees-and hears-in the heat of his eyes is such a vivid need it takes his breath away. Once, years ago maybe, he would’ve thought the naked honesty pathetic; pitiful. Now, this absolute and unembellished passion, laid bare for Sungjong alone, resonates with him right down to the curl of his toes. And that’s how he comes: all over Hoya’s chest.
Hoya reflexively slows as Sungjong rides out his high, chest heaving. He wipes at the translucent fluid, still meeting Sungjong’s gaze, and for the briefest of moments Sungjong thinks he’ll lick it languorously off his fingers. Instead Hoya smiles, hand darting out to smother Sungjong’s own lips in the come, laughing as Sungjong shrieks and licks it off anyway. Then Hoya shudders again and this time, when his head falls back against supple leather, Sungjong knows he’s climaxed too.
After that they clean up, dress again and it’s as if nothing ever happened. Least of all in the space they sit now. In the hour between then and when the others start returning in ones and twos they curl into each other in silence, as friends if nothing else, couch dry and TV unmuted. They’re watching reruns of Reply 1997. Hoya has an arm around Sungjong’s shoulder again and for some reason, he doesn’t mind the ambiguous intimacy nearly as much as before. Maybe this isn’t the feeling of liking another man as a man. Maybe this is just liking, a feeling that has no labels, transcends them; from one person to another, this bonfire’s radiance is for him and him alone.
For now at least, they’ll blaze together.
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see that ‘reply’ link down there? you know you want to, if nothing else to yell at me for this toothache-in-the-making.
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i'm grateful that you point out sungjong's inner monologue grew saccharine towards the end because he, as i mentioned, is difficult to pin down (no matter how much i try to). even other member's interview answers about him contradict themselves sometimes. on one hand, he can be temperamental and assertive and simultaneously mature and critical and open-minded, given that he himself doesn't conform to what society expects of him (as much as he hates being abridged to just his girl-group dancing side and hence cheapened). i also don't doubt he's similarly open to a wide range of sexual kinks if the ideas are raised. on the other, he's been labelled a romantic and selected by most other members as 'the member i wouldn't mind my younger sister dating'. this isn't a thesis, despite wordcount evidence to the contrary, so i won't provide links unless otherwise asked. but i digress. this may be a symptom of:
1) my perhaps-flawed consideration that romanticism/idealism is mutually exclusive with being critically-minded, and/or
2) the issue that the other members may also be supporting sungjong's cute/innocent maknae image, and/or
3) me reading way too much into things.
prose (and dialogue) is something i've always struggled with. when i avoid getting too flowery, it ends up somewhat bare. soulless. it's a balancing act i'm still learning in fandom and out of it. i'd love some tips if you have any!
isn't it cute? regardless of whether they are friends/unrequited crushes/sexually involved, it's so obvious that they care for each other a lot. in small asides, because hojong is not that popular a ship in korea and don't often get seated together in talk shows. there's one gif of a show in which sungjong sat between hoya and myungsoo and although his hand was on myungsoo's leg the whole time, it was hoya who sungjong laughed into. that's not to say i doubt the existence of a very real myungsoo/sungjong friendship, though.
all in all, i'm incredibly thankful for your honesty and kindness. short or long, you have no idea how much this means ♥
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but everything else is spot on: the premise, the emotions, the characterizations and of course, the reply1997 link. thank you much, once again ♥!
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hoya, like woohyun, is very malleable! that damned chameleon. (joking, obviously.) he has his own quietness and awareness and single-mindedness that i initially thought him one-dimensional for, and that he has admitted to (hobby-wise) in recent interviews. he dotes on and teases sungjong. he antagonises gyu- at least on camera, because he feels an obligation to be funny/lighten the mood. he bromances with dongwoo with such an intense ambiguity that even dongwoo was initially uncertain about. i could go on. but imo he can be very emotionally distant, too; shy. in older interviews where all the other members talk about their ~feelings~, hoya dwelled instead on formalities and reiterations of the self-made label 'dancing machine'.
when i edit more beyond simple word choice, the last few paragraphs are definitely in line to be reworked. perhaps expanded to ease the (in hindsight) jarring transition. when you say sweet do you mean sweet as in fluffy-sweet or just sappy/trashy-romance-flick sweet? i was hoping for the former but it appears to me i've hit upon the latter instead. oh well. thanks for the honesty; i appreciate it, i truly do.
no, thank you once again for your kind words! and that delicious prompt of course. i'm so glad this worked for you when i initially just set out to write some hot (?) porn lol. both comments i've received so far have emphasised characterisation as the strong point. and that makes me so happy i can't describe it, but i hope that the actual, y'know, sex was palatable too. haha. and that particular reference was too meaningful/underlooked to be passed over and it fit remarkably well, so i worked it in.
have twice the hearts, from me to you. ♥♥
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but yes, you obviously have very clear insights about these characters so i hope you shall write more :D like i've said before, you have a really distinct way of writing and i hope to see more of it
o/♥
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you're so lovely :) we'll see, haha, but i hope so too! i'm slowly working on several fics. is there anything - situation or pairing - you want to see in particular? smutty or otherwise.
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