fic: too hot
title: too hot
fandom: beast
pairing: junhyung/yoseob
genre: fluff/romance
rating: pg-13
word count: 631
notes: inspired by this post that came up on my tumblr dash l o l
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they're lying aimlessly across the lower bunks, with dongwoon in the kitchen loudly rummaging through the fridge and hyunseung sprawled on the floor of the living room watching tv and kikwang and doojoon away filming some drama or the other, when yoseob bolts up suddenly from the pillow and says, "have you ever heard of too hot?"
junhyung, sitting cross-legged with his back against the wall, doesn't bother to look up from his magazine. "no."
yoseob removes his feet from junhyung's lap and scoots closer. "never? didn't you see that one movie, you know, it's that game where two people-" he pulls the tabloid from junhyung's hands-"kiss as long as they can without touching each other, and-"
junhyung cuts him off, affronted by the theft of his magazine. "and why would they do that?"
yoseob grins at his pursed mouth and raised right eyebrow (junhyung quirks that eyebrow when he's either amused or irritated, and now he's probably a little of both). "don't interrupt if you're going to ask stupid questions, jun. what you do is-you keep kissing and whoever touches the other first loses and the winner gets to do whatever he wants with him." he flutters his eyelashes at junhyung, who thinks it's sickening (seductive). "wanna play?"
junhyung snatches the magazine from behind yoseob's back and smacks him on the head with it. "you're bored." it's a statement, not a question. but he also leans closer to yoseob, close enough that their foreheads are almost touching, and exhales a hot little puff of air onto his lower lip. yoseob smirks, successful, and shifts so that he's straddling junhyung's waist ("it's all right for our legs to touch. you just can't use your hands"). yoseob's pink, pink lips exude warmth and junhyung lightly flicks his tongue over his own before he moves in, their heads angling in sync as they meet.
at first it's languid, lazy. yoseob smells slightly of floral detergent and a musky cologne (when did he put that on?). then he moves against junhyung, nipping at his lower lip until he opens his mouth and then they're clashing, tongue against tongue, yoseob breathing heavily from his nose (how is that still sexy) and sucking junhyung's tongue and lips alternately. junhyung explores the curve of his cupid's bow and the insides of his cheeks; he tastes like mint toothpaste and salt and his breath is warm, fast as he breaks away and returns, teasing junhyung's lips with his teeth and humming and pushing his hips forward ever so slightly, sloppy and increasingly urgent. yoseob's hands have come up to clutch at his own head now, desperately kneading his hair, and junhyung tries to concentrate on keeping his own hands clenched at his sides but it's difficult when yoseob's making those sounds and grinding against him like that (which should be against the rules, really) so he gives in, seizing yoseob's ass and pulling him even closer.
yoseob immediately pulls away, his mouth distinctly redder and plumper, and whoops triumphantly. "you touched me! you did! i win!"
junhyung groans and slips his hands under yoseob's loose t-shirt, tracing light circles on his back. "you did. so what do you want me to do?" he nuzzles yoseob's neck as he brings his hands lower down his spine, snapping back the elastic waistband of his pajamas.
yoseob laughs, all toothy innocence and round cheeks, and swats him away, clambering off the bed and tugging down the back of his shirt. "i'm hungry. make me ramyeon."
junhyung almost falls off the bed. "you planned this. you little bastard."
yoseob laughs harder.
junhyung wonders later while he's standing over the boiling saucepan (dongwoon hovering behind him hopefully) exactly how much evil yoseob's got in that tiny body of his.
fandom: beast
pairing: junhyung/yoseob
genre: fluff/romance
rating: pg-13
word count: 631
notes: inspired by this post that came up on my tumblr dash l o l
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they're lying aimlessly across the lower bunks, with dongwoon in the kitchen loudly rummaging through the fridge and hyunseung sprawled on the floor of the living room watching tv and kikwang and doojoon away filming some drama or the other, when yoseob bolts up suddenly from the pillow and says, "have you ever heard of too hot?"
junhyung, sitting cross-legged with his back against the wall, doesn't bother to look up from his magazine. "no."
yoseob removes his feet from junhyung's lap and scoots closer. "never? didn't you see that one movie, you know, it's that game where two people-" he pulls the tabloid from junhyung's hands-"kiss as long as they can without touching each other, and-"
junhyung cuts him off, affronted by the theft of his magazine. "and why would they do that?"
yoseob grins at his pursed mouth and raised right eyebrow (junhyung quirks that eyebrow when he's either amused or irritated, and now he's probably a little of both). "don't interrupt if you're going to ask stupid questions, jun. what you do is-you keep kissing and whoever touches the other first loses and the winner gets to do whatever he wants with him." he flutters his eyelashes at junhyung, who thinks it's sickening (seductive). "wanna play?"
junhyung snatches the magazine from behind yoseob's back and smacks him on the head with it. "you're bored." it's a statement, not a question. but he also leans closer to yoseob, close enough that their foreheads are almost touching, and exhales a hot little puff of air onto his lower lip. yoseob smirks, successful, and shifts so that he's straddling junhyung's waist ("it's all right for our legs to touch. you just can't use your hands"). yoseob's pink, pink lips exude warmth and junhyung lightly flicks his tongue over his own before he moves in, their heads angling in sync as they meet.
at first it's languid, lazy. yoseob smells slightly of floral detergent and a musky cologne (when did he put that on?). then he moves against junhyung, nipping at his lower lip until he opens his mouth and then they're clashing, tongue against tongue, yoseob breathing heavily from his nose (how is that still sexy) and sucking junhyung's tongue and lips alternately. junhyung explores the curve of his cupid's bow and the insides of his cheeks; he tastes like mint toothpaste and salt and his breath is warm, fast as he breaks away and returns, teasing junhyung's lips with his teeth and humming and pushing his hips forward ever so slightly, sloppy and increasingly urgent. yoseob's hands have come up to clutch at his own head now, desperately kneading his hair, and junhyung tries to concentrate on keeping his own hands clenched at his sides but it's difficult when yoseob's making those sounds and grinding against him like that (which should be against the rules, really) so he gives in, seizing yoseob's ass and pulling him even closer.
yoseob immediately pulls away, his mouth distinctly redder and plumper, and whoops triumphantly. "you touched me! you did! i win!"
junhyung groans and slips his hands under yoseob's loose t-shirt, tracing light circles on his back. "you did. so what do you want me to do?" he nuzzles yoseob's neck as he brings his hands lower down his spine, snapping back the elastic waistband of his pajamas.
yoseob laughs, all toothy innocence and round cheeks, and swats him away, clambering off the bed and tugging down the back of his shirt. "i'm hungry. make me ramyeon."
junhyung almost falls off the bed. "you planned this. you little bastard."
yoseob laughs harder.
junhyung wonders later while he's standing over the boiling saucepan (dongwoon hovering behind him hopefully) exactly how much evil yoseob's got in that tiny body of his.