post #15
Fics( #14).
lost and founds snsd, tiffany/sunny
Unlucky exo, kris/suho
how I like my coffee exo kai/d.o.
does running away mean we're acccepted, finally? shinee, key/onew
shut up and let me pay the rent exo, baekhyun/d.o
lik a child exo, suho/kai
Complication exo, sehun/luhan
deep down 4minute, jiyoon-centric, jiyoon/gayoon
untitled exo, chanyeol
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lost and founds snsd, tiffany/sunny
Unlucky exo, kris/suho
how I like my coffee exo kai/d.o.
does running away mean we're acccepted, finally? shinee, key/onew
shut up and let me pay the rent exo, baekhyun/d.o
lik a child exo, suho/kai
Complication exo, sehun/luhan
deep down 4minute, jiyoon-centric, jiyoon/gayoon
untitled exo, chanyeol
i ( Read more... )
Woohyun's vision goes blurry at the intensity of his sudden arousal. "You like that?" he says, though it's more air than sound.
"Yeah," Dongwoo groans.
Woohyun takes the initiative and begins to fuck him harder, faster, pounding into his pliant, willing body.
"Tell me," Woohyun says. He almost can't speak the words. They burn his tongue, the back of his throat, his stomach, deep inside of him. "What do you like?"
"Your cock," Dongwoo says, gasping between Woohyun's thrusts. "I like your cock inside me."
Woohyun takes a deep breath to prevent himself from cursing out loud. He looks between his legs and watches his cock moving in and out of Dongwoo's wet and open hole. He reaches down and runs the pad of his thumb around where he's buried in him, his touches featherlight, and Dongwoo gasps.
"You--" Woohyun begins. The words hover in his mind, tempting but terrifying. "You really love this, huh?"
"Yeah," Dongwoo says. "I love it when you fuck me."
Woohyun laughs. He's always known Dongwoo likes this: he can be quiet in bed but he's never been able to control his body, and makes his enjoyment apparent enough in the roll of his hips, the throb of his cock, the look on his face when he comes.
There's something different, though, about words. And there's something different about words from Dongwoo's mouth -- Dongwoo, whose words are honest but always measured, carefully constructed, laced with intent and buttressed by thought and purpose and planning.
But nothing is being measured here; there is no intent or objective. These words are brazen and vulgar and raw, and Woohyun had never stopped to consider the difference but now that he hears them he can feel it in his bones -- something shifting between the two of them, something cracking open.
And something inside himself cracking open too.
He thrusts deep and hard into Dongwoo, drawing out a guttural moan.
"You're a filthy slut," Woohyun says.
Dongwoo grunts, and a shiver runs down his body. "Yes," he says.
"A dirty fucking whore."
"Yes-"
"You're my nasty boy, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes," Dongwoo sobs, his entire body quaking beneath Woohyun. "Please, more."
Woohyun pulls at one of Dongwoo's arms. "Sit up."
Dongwoo draws up onto to his knees, his hair wild, his expression dazed, his eyes pink and puffy when he lifts his face from the pillow. Woohyun sits back and guides Dongwoo into his lap and back down onto his dick.
"Ride me," he says. "Fuck yourself on my cock."
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"Harder," Woohyun gasps. "I want you to come for me."
Dongwoo moans and increases his speed, his rhythm instinctual. Woohyun leans back on his arms and watches Dongwoo move on his cock. He doesn't have the energy to speak any more, all his words flown out the window. He's trying to control his breathing but it's getting harder and harder with every moment that passes, as the heat in his stomach builds to a fever pitch. Dongwoo's silence has broken, and he's whining, gasping, moaning openly: wordless sounds, curses, Woohyun's name.
When Woohyun sees Dongwoo move his hand from his thigh to his cock, he's hit with another wave of sensation, this one too strong to resist.
"I'm coming-" he says, choking out the words as he teeters on the edge of orgasm.
Dongwoo's pace becomes erratic; Woohyun puts a hand on his hip and digs his fingers into his skin. Dongwoo hangs his head, cries out, and then they're both gone.
It's like falling from a great height into a cold sea. Woohyun is knocked out of his body by the force of it, and left gasping, reeling as everything inside him explodes in showers of sweet, bright light. He's vaguely aware of Dongwoo coming too, all his muscles stiffening, the hard lines of his body going harder, sharper, more clearly defined. It's stupid and melodramatic, Woohyun knows, but he thinks Dongwoo looks most beautiful like this: lost, hollow, and open. Most beautiful, he thinks, and most like himself.
Afterward they're both a mess of semen, sweat, and lube. Woohyun eventually sits up and reaches for the roll of toilet paper by the bed. He wipes himself down first and Dongwoo second, careful not to look up at Dongwoo's face as he touches him. He's lying with his arm over his eyes, silent and still, not even moving to accommodate Woohyun's assistance.
Woohyun's heart is in the pit of his stomach again. He's terrified that he's done something wrong: that he took it too far, said something Dongwoo didn't want him to say. Maybe this is the end, he thinks as he balls up the last tissue and throws it into the pile on the floor.
He lays back in the blankets, hands folded on his chest. Beside him, Dongwoo removes his arm from his eyes. Woohyun looks at him, but his face, as usual, betrays nothing. He's thinking, Woohyun knows.
But then Dongwoo's emotionless expression falters. He opens his mouth and narrows his eyes and turns his lips up at the corners. He sits up and punches Woohyun's shoulder hard.
"What kind of porn do you watch!?" Dongwoo exclaims, and punches him again. "You're a pervert. A pervert! I can't believe you!"
Woohyun's heart flutters in his chest, buoyed by relief and affection. "You asked me to!" he laughs, slapping ineffectually at Dongwoo's well-aimed punches. "You asked me!"
Dongwoo has no defense against that accusation, so he keeps up his assault: punching, poking, slapping, until they're both breathless with laughter. Woohyun eventually grabs at his wrists, rolls him over into the sheets, and kisses him - finally and fiercely, something inside him shuddering at the feeling of Dongwoo's lips under his tongue.
"Any other requests?" Woohyun asks, panting as he pulls away.
"Yeah," Dongwoo says, a smile blooming across his lips. "Kiss me again."
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anyway, thanks so much for your kind words anon. i'm so happy you enjoyed. (o´ω｀o) chu~
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thank you so much for this, anon!
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