Backdraft
back·draft: ˈbakˌdraft/ - A phenomenon in which a fire that has consumed all available oxygen suddenly explodes when more oxygen is made available, typically because a door or window has been opened.
"Hyung, how do I get Hoya to bottom?" Sungjong asks Dongwoo one night while he's brushing his teeth. Dongwoo almost chokes on his toothpaste; he looks at Sungjong. Determination burns in his eyes.
"Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?" Dongwoo asks, mouth full of foam. Sungjong shifts, putting all his weight on one leg.
"Because you look like a top but give it up for Myungsoo all the damn time." He says simply and this time Dongwoo really does choke on his toothpaste. He spits it out, rinses his mouth, wipes his lips with the back of his hand and sits on the edge of the tub and pats the space next to him. Sungjong sits.
"Okay, I'm Hoya, try to seduce me." Dongwoo says gesturing to himself. Sungjong is caught off guard, but not dissuaded. He flicks his hair out of his face and cools his features to a sultrier look. He grabs Dongwoo's wrist firmly and twists it out of the way.
"Okay hyung, but if anything happens I’m holding you responsible." Dongwoo nods and laughs his stupid laugh, which makes Sungjong want to smile, but he holds it in. Sungjong tugs him in closer by his wrist and kisses him to shut him up instead. Dongwoo's laugh turns into a tiny pleased moan.
Sungjong knows Dongwoo is easier than Hoya but he can 't help but feel victorious. He imagines what he would do if Dongwoo was Hoya, What would Hoya like, how would Hoya react. Sungjong kisses Dongwoo slowly because he knows Hoya does not give it all at once, it's a slow burn.
Sungjong stands and moves, not breaking the kiss and sits back down, this time in Dongwoo's lap, straddling him, he hooks his legs over the edge of the tub and gets all nice and close. He fists his hand in Dongwoo's hair and tugs their mouths apart so he can lick his way to his earlobe. Sungjong nibbles away as he and slowly begins to move his hips against Dongwoo’s. Dongwoo grabs Sungjong's shoulders and pushes him away.
"Ok ok that's enough I think you got it." Dongwoo gasps.
"You're too easy." Sungjong says, eyeing the hard-on in Dongwoo's pants.
"Yeah well," Dongwoo muses, cupping his hand over Sungjong half hard cock, which had come to life unbeknownst to him. “You’re just too damn sexy”
"What are you doing hyung." Sungjong asks smirking, without a hint of protest in his voice.
"Just taking responsibility." Dongwoo purrs. He pulls Sungjong's length out of his sweats and swats Sungjong's hand out of the way when he tries to do the same to him. He pulls himself free and fists them together, hard and fast, digging his other hand into Sungjong's ass and nipping at his jaw. Sungjong wraps arms around Dongwoo’s neck and presses their foreheads together, rocking his hips into Dongwoo’s touch and groaning at the slide of their cocks against each other.
Dongwoo’s making a lot of soft noises, which are almost driving Sungjong crazier than anything else, and he wonders if Hoya would sound like that too. He thinks about Hoya, his body pressed against him, his soft voice in his ears, Songjong comes like that, not knowing weather it was Dongwoo’s hand, or the thought of Hoya that sent him over.
Dongwoo comes shortly after Sungjong just from the sight of it. Dongwoo hadnever seen Sungjong come before, he’s so ethereal that watching him succumb to something so primal would make anyone’s brain melt. No wonder is seemed like Hoya was functioning with fewer and fewer brain cells lately. Sungjong lets Dongwoo kiss him for a few more minutes before he reaches over and grabs a wad of toilet paper cleans and them both up. He strips his shirt off and throws it in the hamper. He gets up washs his hands, pecks Dongwoo’s cheek with a “Thanks hyung.” and goes to bed. Dongwoo sits there dazed for a few seconds and then scrambles after him
★*★*★
“I’m going to fuck you tonight I hope that’s okay with you because I really want to.” Sungjong says quietly and clearly into Hoya’s ear fitting his hand over his ass for a quick squeeze before strutting off to get into the van one morning without looking back. Hoya sits in the row in front of him absolutely stiff and even though the sun hasn’t risen yet he can just make out a tinge of pink about his ears. Sungjong keeps his distance for most of the morning, only asking him casual things like to pass him a water bottle or to check his dancing form. At each request Hoya complies quietly and with a lot of blushing.
After dance practice Hoya and Dongwoo leave for an Infinite H photo-shoot and Sunggyu leaves to promote 60 Seconds. Sungjong spends the rest of the day getting ready, he changes the sheets, tidies their room, even dusts a bit. He sends Manager Hyung out to buy Hoya’s favorite drink to leave in the fridge for him when he gets home.
Sungjong hears Hoya and Dongwoo get home around 2am, Hoya pads into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator door. Sungjong opens his door; he eyes Dongwoo and when Dongwoo sees him he quickly scuttles away. Sungjong slinks out from the darkness and wraps his arms around Hoya’s waist from behind; Hoya stiffens for a moment then relaxes. Sungjong kisses his neck, it’s salty with dried sweat and Sungjong eats it up. Hoya leans his head back into Sungjong’s shoulder and lets him. Sungjong’s hands wander, tracing down to the hem of his shirt and underneath to trace his abs then to softly brush over his nipples before heading south. Sungjong gets his hand over Hoya’s cock and Hoya lurches forward bracing himself on the shelf in the fridge.
“Been hard all day huh?” Sungjong laughs softly.
“Is this happening here?” Hoya blurts back, dizzy with arousal. Sungjong revels in the though of taking Hoya on the counter for a bit but then replies.
“Maybe another time Hyung.” He Takes Hoya by the hand leads him to their room.
Sungjong gets Hoya through the door and then kisses him against it good and proper. He kisses him until he’s sure Hoya’s relaxed before he asks.
“Are you going to let me fuck you tonight?”
There's a pause, then Hoya looks at him hard and something shifts, “Fuck me Sungjong.” he says softly. All thoughts of this being a gentle first time go flying out Sungjong’s mind the second Hoya says this. The fire that was burning quietly inside Sungjong backdrafts and explodes.
Sungjong attacks; feral, needy he grabs Hoya and kisses him like he wants to steal the oxygen out of his lungs. Hoya makes a small noise and staggers backward hitting the door, Sungjong pulls off and lets him breathe for a moment.
“I’m going to fuck you’re pretty ass.” He simpers, he’s far past honorifics and he knows Hoya doesn’t like them anyway. Hoya is so heated because finally someone is going to break his walls down that everything inside him melts into a bubbly goo and all he can do it whine “please” and hold onto Sungjong for dear life.
And Sungjong holds him, he lifts him up. Hoya instinctively throws his legs around Sungjong’s waist and Sungjong grinds him into the door for support. Sungjong’s not strong, but he has enough strength for this. Hoya clings to him, mouth soft and yielding. Sungjong works his mouth good, sucking and biting his bottom lip till Sungjong can feel it swell up in his mouth, kissing him until Hoya’s panting, gasping.
Sungjong tightens his grip on Hoya and lifts him away from the wall; he turns and walks two steps before throwing Hoya down onto the bed. Sungjong grabs one of his ankles and starts peeling his shoes and socks off. Then crawls up and goes for his belt. Hoyas is so paralyzed with arousal and shock that he’s only conscious enough lift his hips enough for Sungjong to drag his pants and under wear off him. Sungjong straddles him, sitting down in his lap. Hoya’s hard cock nudges at him insistently He undoes the buttons on Hoya’s shirt; Hoya sits up and pulls in off himself. Fully naked, Sungjong scoots back and admires him, with one hand he takes Hoya’s cock and strokes it slowly watching Hoya’s eyes squeeze shut with the effort to control himself.
“Look at me” Sungjong quips, and Hoya does. Sungjong releases him for a moment only to tug his shirt off before getting his hand on him again, the other toying with his nipple. Hoya moans, Sungjong knows that moan, that moan means- “Are you gonna come already baby?” Sungjong teases. Hoya nods frantically. Sungjong decides this much torture is enough for today so he speeds up, his hand flying over Hoya’s cock. He’s not surprised he’s this fast, they hadn’t been together for over a month due to schedules. “You’re gonna looks so hot while I’m fucking you, all covered in your own come, so fucking hot and all for me.” Sungjong encourages, Hoya bites his lip and throws his head back and comes into Sungjong's fist with a strangled shout.
When Hoya relaxes, Sungjong kisses him again, this time slowly. He coaxes his cock back to life with his hand and a bit of spit. Hoya’s sprung; he’s panting, body limp, and dreary with satisfaction and renewed arousal. Sungjong reaches into the pillowcase under him and pulls out a packet of lube. Hoya says nothing, just watches him with smoldering eyes as Sungjong rearranges Hoya, pressing his knees back opening him up. He peels the packet open with his teeth and empties the contents in his hand and warms it between his palms. He slicks Hoya up, all the way around his hole and his cock for good measure. He leans down kisses Hoya sweetly to distract him when he puts his finger in. Hoya’s tight, unbelievably tight. When he gets a second finger in he takes Hoya’s cock in his hand again to distract him, luckily two fingers is definitely enough prep for him. Sungjong fucks Hoya with his fingers until Hoya is doing it on his own. Grinding up to meet Sungjong’s knuckles.
Sungjong scoots Hoya up higher into the bed so he’s nestled firmly against the headboard and pulls off his own sweats. There’s no “Are you ready?” or “Is it okay?” because Sungjong knows, if he’s gotten this far, it’s definitely okay. He presses into Hoya slowly and oh god Hoya is so fucking tight. Sungjong pulls out slightly and puts himself back together, he’s not going to loose it now, not yet. He eases in, inch by inch, until he’s in to the hilt. Hoya is stiff and panting under him, sweat beading on his brow. Sungjong wipes it off him and kisses him again, reassuringly, then slowly more greedily. He trails the kiss down and latches onto Hoya’s neck. He rocks into him gently a few times then looks up to see Hoya’s face for direction. He sees no discomfort on his face, just the look of “ oh my god there’s a cock inside me and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be feeling”. The fire in Sungjong rages because holy shit he’s scored Hoya’s virginity, it’s all his, he belongs to Hoya and now Hoya belongs to him, the circle is complete. Like a thief greedy for treasure he takes Hoya’s half-hard cock in his loose fist and surges into him.
“Sungjong-” Hoya gasps frantically, hands scrabbling as the sheets “Sungjong-” then again.
“Grab my ass” Sungjong instructs breathlessly, and Hoya does quickly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. Hoya comes apart again, trembling, a high wobbly note spilling from his lips. Sungjong thinks Hoya must have really, really wanted this. The affirmation that Sungjong is giving Hoya this much pleasure makes his self-control is disintegrate. He fucks into Hoya more and more erratically with each soft noise coming from the back of Hoya’s throat. He grips bruisingly hard into Hoya’s hips and comes apart at the seams with a shivering moan of Hoya’s name and spills into him.
★*★*★
They lay like that for a while, Sungjong whispers “Thank you.” and “I love you.” In-between soft kisses wherever he can reach his mouth. Hoya Grabs his face and kisses him hard, Sungjong hears him sniffle and realizes that he’s crying. Sungjong doesn’t say anything he just kisses him and kisses him while he sobs until his breathing finally evens. Sungjong kisses his eyelids closed and pulls the blankets around them and they drift easily to sleep.
The next morning he stirs when he feels Hoya move out from under him. He lets him knowing Hoya has to get up and get ready do god only knows what.
“Hey, remember when we you fucked me in every room of the old apartment?” he asks, looking sleepily at Hoya, turning the mood of the room on it’s head. He almost sees the heat wave that comes off of Hoya which makes him want to bed him again right then and there.
“…Yes.”
“Well it’s my turn now. Tomorrow, kitchen, 2:46am.”
"Hyung, how do I get Hoya to bottom?" Sungjong asks Dongwoo one night while he's brushing his teeth. Dongwoo almost chokes on his toothpaste; he looks at Sungjong. Determination burns in his eyes.
"Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?" Dongwoo asks, mouth full of foam. Sungjong shifts, putting all his weight on one leg.
"Because you look like a top but give it up for Myungsoo all the damn time." He says simply and this time Dongwoo really does choke on his toothpaste. He spits it out, rinses his mouth, wipes his lips with the back of his hand and sits on the edge of the tub and pats the space next to him. Sungjong sits.
"Okay, I'm Hoya, try to seduce me." Dongwoo says gesturing to himself. Sungjong is caught off guard, but not dissuaded. He flicks his hair out of his face and cools his features to a sultrier look. He grabs Dongwoo's wrist firmly and twists it out of the way.
"Okay hyung, but if anything happens I’m holding you responsible." Dongwoo nods and laughs his stupid laugh, which makes Sungjong want to smile, but he holds it in. Sungjong tugs him in closer by his wrist and kisses him to shut him up instead. Dongwoo's laugh turns into a tiny pleased moan.
Sungjong knows Dongwoo is easier than Hoya but he can 't help but feel victorious. He imagines what he would do if Dongwoo was Hoya, What would Hoya like, how would Hoya react. Sungjong kisses Dongwoo slowly because he knows Hoya does not give it all at once, it's a slow burn.
Sungjong stands and moves, not breaking the kiss and sits back down, this time in Dongwoo's lap, straddling him, he hooks his legs over the edge of the tub and gets all nice and close. He fists his hand in Dongwoo's hair and tugs their mouths apart so he can lick his way to his earlobe. Sungjong nibbles away as he and slowly begins to move his hips against Dongwoo’s. Dongwoo grabs Sungjong's shoulders and pushes him away.
"Ok ok that's enough I think you got it." Dongwoo gasps.
"You're too easy." Sungjong says, eyeing the hard-on in Dongwoo's pants.
"Yeah well," Dongwoo muses, cupping his hand over Sungjong half hard cock, which had come to life unbeknownst to him. “You’re just too damn sexy”
"What are you doing hyung." Sungjong asks smirking, without a hint of protest in his voice.
"Just taking responsibility." Dongwoo purrs. He pulls Sungjong's length out of his sweats and swats Sungjong's hand out of the way when he tries to do the same to him. He pulls himself free and fists them together, hard and fast, digging his other hand into Sungjong's ass and nipping at his jaw. Sungjong wraps arms around Dongwoo’s neck and presses their foreheads together, rocking his hips into Dongwoo’s touch and groaning at the slide of their cocks against each other.
Dongwoo’s making a lot of soft noises, which are almost driving Sungjong crazier than anything else, and he wonders if Hoya would sound like that too. He thinks about Hoya, his body pressed against him, his soft voice in his ears, Songjong comes like that, not knowing weather it was Dongwoo’s hand, or the thought of Hoya that sent him over.
Dongwoo comes shortly after Sungjong just from the sight of it. Dongwoo hadnever seen Sungjong come before, he’s so ethereal that watching him succumb to something so primal would make anyone’s brain melt. No wonder is seemed like Hoya was functioning with fewer and fewer brain cells lately. Sungjong lets Dongwoo kiss him for a few more minutes before he reaches over and grabs a wad of toilet paper cleans and them both up. He strips his shirt off and throws it in the hamper. He gets up washs his hands, pecks Dongwoo’s cheek with a “Thanks hyung.” and goes to bed. Dongwoo sits there dazed for a few seconds and then scrambles after him
★*★*★
“I’m going to fuck you tonight I hope that’s okay with you because I really want to.” Sungjong says quietly and clearly into Hoya’s ear fitting his hand over his ass for a quick squeeze before strutting off to get into the van one morning without looking back. Hoya sits in the row in front of him absolutely stiff and even though the sun hasn’t risen yet he can just make out a tinge of pink about his ears. Sungjong keeps his distance for most of the morning, only asking him casual things like to pass him a water bottle or to check his dancing form. At each request Hoya complies quietly and with a lot of blushing.
After dance practice Hoya and Dongwoo leave for an Infinite H photo-shoot and Sunggyu leaves to promote 60 Seconds. Sungjong spends the rest of the day getting ready, he changes the sheets, tidies their room, even dusts a bit. He sends Manager Hyung out to buy Hoya’s favorite drink to leave in the fridge for him when he gets home.
Sungjong hears Hoya and Dongwoo get home around 2am, Hoya pads into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator door. Sungjong opens his door; he eyes Dongwoo and when Dongwoo sees him he quickly scuttles away. Sungjong slinks out from the darkness and wraps his arms around Hoya’s waist from behind; Hoya stiffens for a moment then relaxes. Sungjong kisses his neck, it’s salty with dried sweat and Sungjong eats it up. Hoya leans his head back into Sungjong’s shoulder and lets him. Sungjong’s hands wander, tracing down to the hem of his shirt and underneath to trace his abs then to softly brush over his nipples before heading south. Sungjong gets his hand over Hoya’s cock and Hoya lurches forward bracing himself on the shelf in the fridge.
“Been hard all day huh?” Sungjong laughs softly.
“Is this happening here?” Hoya blurts back, dizzy with arousal. Sungjong revels in the though of taking Hoya on the counter for a bit but then replies.
“Maybe another time Hyung.” He Takes Hoya by the hand leads him to their room.
Sungjong gets Hoya through the door and then kisses him against it good and proper. He kisses him until he’s sure Hoya’s relaxed before he asks.
“Are you going to let me fuck you tonight?”
There's a pause, then Hoya looks at him hard and something shifts, “Fuck me Sungjong.” he says softly. All thoughts of this being a gentle first time go flying out Sungjong’s mind the second Hoya says this. The fire that was burning quietly inside Sungjong backdrafts and explodes.
Sungjong attacks; feral, needy he grabs Hoya and kisses him like he wants to steal the oxygen out of his lungs. Hoya makes a small noise and staggers backward hitting the door, Sungjong pulls off and lets him breathe for a moment.
“I’m going to fuck you’re pretty ass.” He simpers, he’s far past honorifics and he knows Hoya doesn’t like them anyway. Hoya is so heated because finally someone is going to break his walls down that everything inside him melts into a bubbly goo and all he can do it whine “please” and hold onto Sungjong for dear life.
And Sungjong holds him, he lifts him up. Hoya instinctively throws his legs around Sungjong’s waist and Sungjong grinds him into the door for support. Sungjong’s not strong, but he has enough strength for this. Hoya clings to him, mouth soft and yielding. Sungjong works his mouth good, sucking and biting his bottom lip till Sungjong can feel it swell up in his mouth, kissing him until Hoya’s panting, gasping.
Sungjong tightens his grip on Hoya and lifts him away from the wall; he turns and walks two steps before throwing Hoya down onto the bed. Sungjong grabs one of his ankles and starts peeling his shoes and socks off. Then crawls up and goes for his belt. Hoyas is so paralyzed with arousal and shock that he’s only conscious enough lift his hips enough for Sungjong to drag his pants and under wear off him. Sungjong straddles him, sitting down in his lap. Hoya’s hard cock nudges at him insistently He undoes the buttons on Hoya’s shirt; Hoya sits up and pulls in off himself. Fully naked, Sungjong scoots back and admires him, with one hand he takes Hoya’s cock and strokes it slowly watching Hoya’s eyes squeeze shut with the effort to control himself.
“Look at me” Sungjong quips, and Hoya does. Sungjong releases him for a moment only to tug his shirt off before getting his hand on him again, the other toying with his nipple. Hoya moans, Sungjong knows that moan, that moan means- “Are you gonna come already baby?” Sungjong teases. Hoya nods frantically. Sungjong decides this much torture is enough for today so he speeds up, his hand flying over Hoya’s cock. He’s not surprised he’s this fast, they hadn’t been together for over a month due to schedules. “You’re gonna looks so hot while I’m fucking you, all covered in your own come, so fucking hot and all for me.” Sungjong encourages, Hoya bites his lip and throws his head back and comes into Sungjong's fist with a strangled shout.
When Hoya relaxes, Sungjong kisses him again, this time slowly. He coaxes his cock back to life with his hand and a bit of spit. Hoya’s sprung; he’s panting, body limp, and dreary with satisfaction and renewed arousal. Sungjong reaches into the pillowcase under him and pulls out a packet of lube. Hoya says nothing, just watches him with smoldering eyes as Sungjong rearranges Hoya, pressing his knees back opening him up. He peels the packet open with his teeth and empties the contents in his hand and warms it between his palms. He slicks Hoya up, all the way around his hole and his cock for good measure. He leans down kisses Hoya sweetly to distract him when he puts his finger in. Hoya’s tight, unbelievably tight. When he gets a second finger in he takes Hoya’s cock in his hand again to distract him, luckily two fingers is definitely enough prep for him. Sungjong fucks Hoya with his fingers until Hoya is doing it on his own. Grinding up to meet Sungjong’s knuckles.
Sungjong scoots Hoya up higher into the bed so he’s nestled firmly against the headboard and pulls off his own sweats. There’s no “Are you ready?” or “Is it okay?” because Sungjong knows, if he’s gotten this far, it’s definitely okay. He presses into Hoya slowly and oh god Hoya is so fucking tight. Sungjong pulls out slightly and puts himself back together, he’s not going to loose it now, not yet. He eases in, inch by inch, until he’s in to the hilt. Hoya is stiff and panting under him, sweat beading on his brow. Sungjong wipes it off him and kisses him again, reassuringly, then slowly more greedily. He trails the kiss down and latches onto Hoya’s neck. He rocks into him gently a few times then looks up to see Hoya’s face for direction. He sees no discomfort on his face, just the look of “ oh my god there’s a cock inside me and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be feeling”. The fire in Sungjong rages because holy shit he’s scored Hoya’s virginity, it’s all his, he belongs to Hoya and now Hoya belongs to him, the circle is complete. Like a thief greedy for treasure he takes Hoya’s half-hard cock in his loose fist and surges into him.
“Sungjong-” Hoya gasps frantically, hands scrabbling as the sheets “Sungjong-” then again.
“Grab my ass” Sungjong instructs breathlessly, and Hoya does quickly, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. Hoya comes apart again, trembling, a high wobbly note spilling from his lips. Sungjong thinks Hoya must have really, really wanted this. The affirmation that Sungjong is giving Hoya this much pleasure makes his self-control is disintegrate. He fucks into Hoya more and more erratically with each soft noise coming from the back of Hoya’s throat. He grips bruisingly hard into Hoya’s hips and comes apart at the seams with a shivering moan of Hoya’s name and spills into him.
★*★*★
They lay like that for a while, Sungjong whispers “Thank you.” and “I love you.” In-between soft kisses wherever he can reach his mouth. Hoya Grabs his face and kisses him hard, Sungjong hears him sniffle and realizes that he’s crying. Sungjong doesn’t say anything he just kisses him and kisses him while he sobs until his breathing finally evens. Sungjong kisses his eyelids closed and pulls the blankets around them and they drift easily to sleep.
The next morning he stirs when he feels Hoya move out from under him. He lets him knowing Hoya has to get up and get ready do god only knows what.
“Hey, remember when we you fucked me in every room of the old apartment?” he asks, looking sleepily at Hoya, turning the mood of the room on it’s head. He almost sees the heat wave that comes off of Hoya which makes him want to bed him again right then and there.
“…Yes.”
“Well it’s my turn now. Tomorrow, kitchen, 2:46am.”