let’s not take our time (standalone)
woohyun/sunggyu/toy | NC-17 | 718 words
“you’re just as frustrated as woogyu shippers,” woohyun smiles against sunggyu’s nape, taking his time to inhale his boyfriend’s sweat and vanilla scented skin.
sunggyu moans. he’s that desperate.
woohyun chuckles, rubbing his crotch against the swell of sunggyu’s bare ass.
“how are you holding up?” he resumes his casual talk as his hands finally slip into sunggyu’s thin t-shirt, palming the dampened skin with his hot palms. “does it hurt?”
“i’m numb in weird places,” sunggyu bites his bottom lip, his elbows are hurting because of woohyun’s weight on his back. but he doesn’t want to press his cheek to the toilet cubicle’s wall of kbs building. it’s cold. and he will probably ruin his makeup.
sunggyu’s whole body shudders when a second later woohyun’s thumbs are grazing his hardened nipples.
“oh god, take it off,” he automatically sobs. woohyun adds more pressure.
“but we only have...” and woohyun actually sounds sad. he trails off on purpose, hooking his chin on sunggyu’s left shoulder and now his skillful hands are massaging sunggyu’s trembling thighs, rocking their lower bodies. sunggyu’s belt is clinking on the floor.
“...hmmm...fifteen minutes?” woohyun traces a finger on sunggyu’s ass crack and sunggyu hates himself for proposing the idea to break ‘woogyu moments’ for indefinite time until they’re back promoting a new album.
because woohyun only agrees if sunggyu is willing to put in a prostrate stimulator whenever they have a schedule together, which is quite rare nowadays so sunggyu easily says yes and look at him now.
“what is it, sunggyu-hyung?” woohyun especially presses the juts of his hipbones, knowing they’re sunggyu’s most sensitive spot.
sunggyu squirts precum as an answer.
“i mean, you know i’ll definitely last longer than fifteen minutes,” woohyun fakes a sigh. “fourteen now. think you can wait until we get back home?”
“i can’t,” sunggyu wheezes. “the other members-wait,” he sniffs and he scowls, “i didn’t ask you to fuck me, god, just take it off!”
“ah, my poor heart,” woohyun bites the juncture of sunggyu’s neck and shoulder, earning another moan.
“woohyun-ah!” sunggyu wails as woohyun stealthily clicks the button to activate the stimulator’s vibration. now even the slightest squirm will cause the arrow-like head to stroke his prostrate dead on. the familiar boiling on the pit of his stomach is increasing and woohyun patiently kneading his stomach is not helping at all.
“i should take a picture,” woohyun comments as he spreads sunggyu’s ass cheeks, “the combination of your sweating pale skin and the t-shirt’s color is just...” sunggyu closes his eyes, feeling the flush of embarrassment and lust taints his face. “your cute pinkish hole, too, hyung, you should see it for yourself-”
“idiot-!”
“-you look so, so, so beautiful.”
“ah,” sunggyu arches his spine and his toes curl as he shoots his load messily to his t-shirt and stomach and to the wall. his hips stutter for some more and he shouts when woohyun pulls the toy off of his hole, the warmed up lube is squelching out as his muscles clench around nothing.
“you know what i’m going to film you next time,” woohyun throws the toy to a tiny box full with white hearts and teddy bears. “do you know your curve is my second biggest turn on?” he kisses sunggyu’s left ear. “i nearly came when you arched your back like that, hyung, goddamn,” he’s grinning when he turns sunggyu over to face him.
“idiot,” sunggyu gulps, letting woohyun to make him lean to his firmer chest. “that better be a compliment.”
woohyun smirks and raises a challenging eyebrow.
“now would you help me? please do wonder with your mouth, sunggyu-hyung,” he glances to his obvious erection. thankfully, sunggyu is too worn out to protest. but he’s so going to mock woohyun though. what time is it now; only ten minutes left, huh, whatever happened to his please-i-don’t-orgasm-in-less-than-fifteen?
sunggyu doesn’t even whine for once, when woohyun slyly pushes his to his knees. he volunteers to unbuckle woohyun’s belt and, equally slyly, grants the bulge a long and wet lick while looking straight to woohyun’s grinning stupid greasy face.
“come on hyung,” woohyun grabs the back of sunggyu’s hair, “we don’t have much time.”
indeed.
t h e e n d
orgasm on national television, sunggyu style;
from here.
“you’re just as frustrated as woogyu shippers,” woohyun smiles against sunggyu’s nape, taking his time to inhale his boyfriend’s sweat and vanilla scented skin.
sunggyu moans. he’s that desperate.
woohyun chuckles, rubbing his crotch against the swell of sunggyu’s bare ass.
“how are you holding up?” he resumes his casual talk as his hands finally slip into sunggyu’s thin t-shirt, palming the dampened skin with his hot palms. “does it hurt?”
“i’m numb in weird places,” sunggyu bites his bottom lip, his elbows are hurting because of woohyun’s weight on his back. but he doesn’t want to press his cheek to the toilet cubicle’s wall of kbs building. it’s cold. and he will probably ruin his makeup.
sunggyu’s whole body shudders when a second later woohyun’s thumbs are grazing his hardened nipples.
“oh god, take it off,” he automatically sobs. woohyun adds more pressure.
“but we only have...” and woohyun actually sounds sad. he trails off on purpose, hooking his chin on sunggyu’s left shoulder and now his skillful hands are massaging sunggyu’s trembling thighs, rocking their lower bodies. sunggyu’s belt is clinking on the floor.
“...hmmm...fifteen minutes?” woohyun traces a finger on sunggyu’s ass crack and sunggyu hates himself for proposing the idea to break ‘woogyu moments’ for indefinite time until they’re back promoting a new album.
because woohyun only agrees if sunggyu is willing to put in a prostrate stimulator whenever they have a schedule together, which is quite rare nowadays so sunggyu easily says yes and look at him now.
“what is it, sunggyu-hyung?” woohyun especially presses the juts of his hipbones, knowing they’re sunggyu’s most sensitive spot.
sunggyu squirts precum as an answer.
“i mean, you know i’ll definitely last longer than fifteen minutes,” woohyun fakes a sigh. “fourteen now. think you can wait until we get back home?”
“i can’t,” sunggyu wheezes. “the other members-wait,” he sniffs and he scowls, “i didn’t ask you to fuck me, god, just take it off!”
“ah, my poor heart,” woohyun bites the juncture of sunggyu’s neck and shoulder, earning another moan.
“woohyun-ah!” sunggyu wails as woohyun stealthily clicks the button to activate the stimulator’s vibration. now even the slightest squirm will cause the arrow-like head to stroke his prostrate dead on. the familiar boiling on the pit of his stomach is increasing and woohyun patiently kneading his stomach is not helping at all.
“i should take a picture,” woohyun comments as he spreads sunggyu’s ass cheeks, “the combination of your sweating pale skin and the t-shirt’s color is just...” sunggyu closes his eyes, feeling the flush of embarrassment and lust taints his face. “your cute pinkish hole, too, hyung, you should see it for yourself-”
“idiot-!”
“-you look so, so, so beautiful.”
“ah,” sunggyu arches his spine and his toes curl as he shoots his load messily to his t-shirt and stomach and to the wall. his hips stutter for some more and he shouts when woohyun pulls the toy off of his hole, the warmed up lube is squelching out as his muscles clench around nothing.
“you know what i’m going to film you next time,” woohyun throws the toy to a tiny box full with white hearts and teddy bears. “do you know your curve is my second biggest turn on?” he kisses sunggyu’s left ear. “i nearly came when you arched your back like that, hyung, goddamn,” he’s grinning when he turns sunggyu over to face him.
“idiot,” sunggyu gulps, letting woohyun to make him lean to his firmer chest. “that better be a compliment.”
woohyun smirks and raises a challenging eyebrow.
“now would you help me? please do wonder with your mouth, sunggyu-hyung,” he glances to his obvious erection. thankfully, sunggyu is too worn out to protest. but he’s so going to mock woohyun though. what time is it now; only ten minutes left, huh, whatever happened to his please-i-don’t-orgasm-in-less-than-fifteen?
sunggyu doesn’t even whine for once, when woohyun slyly pushes his to his knees. he volunteers to unbuckle woohyun’s belt and, equally slyly, grants the bulge a long and wet lick while looking straight to woohyun’s grinning stupid greasy face.
“come on hyung,” woohyun grabs the back of sunggyu’s hair, “we don’t have much time.”
indeed.
t h e e n d
orgasm on national television, sunggyu style;
from here.