Hide and Seek 1/1
Chansung/You. lol idek. Just read.
You knew he was playful, so why not play a game?
"...eight...nine...ten!" Chansung ventured throughout the first floor, all attempts at finding you lost. You were tucked away in a closet at the top of a staircase, down the hall from your shared room on the second floor. The beaten path the rain was leaving on the windows, and a lack of interesting programs, ended in Chansung's idea to play hide and seek. You aquiesced, deciding that he looked so pitiful when sullen.
You can hear his footsteps as he comes up the stairs. Your failure in suppressing a giggle has him turning toward the closet. A few rounds of this, albeit silly, had you feeling lighter. You imagine him staring and smiling, wide-eyed and alone, down the hallway, and can't help but smile yourself. The ability he had to make you soften into putty was unstoppable. The next moment when he threw the door open wasn't any different.
You squeal and hit at him like he's a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar, but he just grabs you and spins you around in the hallway, eyes bright and triumphant. Your attempts at trying to escape are stalled again as he lets you down for a minute, only to grab you and push you a against a wall, tickling you in the process. You fall into his chest and he falls over your shoulder, the both of you breathing heavily.
In the next moment, the only thing you can hear is the sound of his breath slowing. All you feel is his heart rate picking up. He inhales deeply, as if retaining the scent of you in this moment of pure joy is a secret he wants to keep for himself. All thoughts of the sweet moment pass, when he begins to nuzzle your neck. His hands, before at your ribs, are now wrapping themselves around your waist. You find yourself grasping at his arms.
He begins to kiss you, soft and tender pepperings at your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. He raises his head to meet your gaze and there is a new glimmer there. The glee that had burned brightly just moments earlier was now a simmering want, and it made you shiver in the darkness of the hallway. You soon find yourselves shifting to the room and a new game is set.
You begin to kiss again, divulging each other of every bit of clothing in the process, and you fall back on the various layers of linen that cover the bed. In the darkness of the room, you can barely see him, but feel every fleeting touch upon your skin.
Chansung settles in between your legs, ghosting his lips against yours.
"One..." You both smile, you at his childishness, telling him to stop playing, but he has other reasons to resume his grinning. He only makes small attempts to touch you, his arms taute, holding himself up around your body.
"Two..." His lips are on yours, but his member growing hard and ghosting your thigh is what causees you to whimper. He's thrusting against you, trying to give himself some friction.
"Three..." He begins to trail his lips down your body, in a pattern similar to the rivulets the rain makes on the windows. You grab at his head as he tastes you, tongue now flicking at a nipple. His breathing is hard and the intermitten feelings of hot and cool against your skin are driving you mad. You feel your insanity building as he continues his torturous hide and seek.
"Four..." Resuming his activities and finally grasping at your other breast, thumbing the nipple before his tongue dives in, you ask him to hurry up what he's doing, but can't begin to ask him to stop. God, no. Again. Do it again. You want him to keep going. He continues lower, now kissing your stomach, as his hand reaches up to rub at an inner thigh.
"Five..." You wonder about his coherency for a fleeting moment, wondering how he can stay so calm, before his hand is against you, palm rubbing at your wet flesh. Your clit is already throbbing and two fingers invade you tenderly, too slow and torturous for your liking. Your hips begin moving incessantly, trying, pleading for him to hurry. The moment his fingers curve up and begin to stroke, his thumb is on your clit.
"Six..." "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."
"Seven..." His hands are gone and he positions himself, only sliding himself along your heat. His voice is shaky now.
"Eight...SHIT...no, NINE." He slides in and tries to hold still as his arms shake from exhaustion, but the moment your legs wrap around him, a frantic pace is set. Finally thrusting in and out of you, slick, wet, loud, you find that you really like this game.
He's trying hard to find that bit of you that wants release. He wants you to submit to him, to quiver and moan until every part of your being is screaming. You're snapping at each other, finding each other in the dark, and then he puts his thumb back on your clit.
"TEN." "OH GOD DON'T STOP." Rubbing, kissing, thrusting, all three actions have you both moaning. The sweat on his back making you slip in your vain attempts to cling to him. He notices. In the next moment, your knees hit the side of you head and he's pushing you into the sheets, into the mattress, downstairs and six feet under, because it is in those last few thrusts that you die and let go, the last shuddering breath that you'd been holding now a scream.
He's found you, and his eyes are alight again, as he finds his climax. This time, he only turns you into his side, wrapping his arms around you and breathing you in. This scent is his, and his alone.
You knew he was playful, so why not play a game?
"...eight...nine...ten!" Chansung ventured throughout the first floor, all attempts at finding you lost. You were tucked away in a closet at the top of a staircase, down the hall from your shared room on the second floor. The beaten path the rain was leaving on the windows, and a lack of interesting programs, ended in Chansung's idea to play hide and seek. You aquiesced, deciding that he looked so pitiful when sullen.
You can hear his footsteps as he comes up the stairs. Your failure in suppressing a giggle has him turning toward the closet. A few rounds of this, albeit silly, had you feeling lighter. You imagine him staring and smiling, wide-eyed and alone, down the hallway, and can't help but smile yourself. The ability he had to make you soften into putty was unstoppable. The next moment when he threw the door open wasn't any different.
You squeal and hit at him like he's a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar, but he just grabs you and spins you around in the hallway, eyes bright and triumphant. Your attempts at trying to escape are stalled again as he lets you down for a minute, only to grab you and push you a against a wall, tickling you in the process. You fall into his chest and he falls over your shoulder, the both of you breathing heavily.
In the next moment, the only thing you can hear is the sound of his breath slowing. All you feel is his heart rate picking up. He inhales deeply, as if retaining the scent of you in this moment of pure joy is a secret he wants to keep for himself. All thoughts of the sweet moment pass, when he begins to nuzzle your neck. His hands, before at your ribs, are now wrapping themselves around your waist. You find yourself grasping at his arms.
He begins to kiss you, soft and tender pepperings at your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. He raises his head to meet your gaze and there is a new glimmer there. The glee that had burned brightly just moments earlier was now a simmering want, and it made you shiver in the darkness of the hallway. You soon find yourselves shifting to the room and a new game is set.
You begin to kiss again, divulging each other of every bit of clothing in the process, and you fall back on the various layers of linen that cover the bed. In the darkness of the room, you can barely see him, but feel every fleeting touch upon your skin.
Chansung settles in between your legs, ghosting his lips against yours.
"One..." You both smile, you at his childishness, telling him to stop playing, but he has other reasons to resume his grinning. He only makes small attempts to touch you, his arms taute, holding himself up around your body.
"Two..." His lips are on yours, but his member growing hard and ghosting your thigh is what causees you to whimper. He's thrusting against you, trying to give himself some friction.
"Three..." He begins to trail his lips down your body, in a pattern similar to the rivulets the rain makes on the windows. You grab at his head as he tastes you, tongue now flicking at a nipple. His breathing is hard and the intermitten feelings of hot and cool against your skin are driving you mad. You feel your insanity building as he continues his torturous hide and seek.
"Four..." Resuming his activities and finally grasping at your other breast, thumbing the nipple before his tongue dives in, you ask him to hurry up what he's doing, but can't begin to ask him to stop. God, no. Again. Do it again. You want him to keep going. He continues lower, now kissing your stomach, as his hand reaches up to rub at an inner thigh.
"Five..." You wonder about his coherency for a fleeting moment, wondering how he can stay so calm, before his hand is against you, palm rubbing at your wet flesh. Your clit is already throbbing and two fingers invade you tenderly, too slow and torturous for your liking. Your hips begin moving incessantly, trying, pleading for him to hurry. The moment his fingers curve up and begin to stroke, his thumb is on your clit.
"Six..." "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."
"Seven..." His hands are gone and he positions himself, only sliding himself along your heat. His voice is shaky now.
"Eight...SHIT...no, NINE." He slides in and tries to hold still as his arms shake from exhaustion, but the moment your legs wrap around him, a frantic pace is set. Finally thrusting in and out of you, slick, wet, loud, you find that you really like this game.
He's trying hard to find that bit of you that wants release. He wants you to submit to him, to quiver and moan until every part of your being is screaming. You're snapping at each other, finding each other in the dark, and then he puts his thumb back on your clit.
"TEN." "OH GOD DON'T STOP." Rubbing, kissing, thrusting, all three actions have you both moaning. The sweat on his back making you slip in your vain attempts to cling to him. He notices. In the next moment, your knees hit the side of you head and he's pushing you into the sheets, into the mattress, downstairs and six feet under, because it is in those last few thrusts that you die and let go, the last shuddering breath that you'd been holding now a scream.
He's found you, and his eyes are alight again, as he finds his climax. This time, he only turns you into his side, wrapping his arms around you and breathing you in. This scent is his, and his alone.