willing. [drabble]
2junseung, pg-13, half-assed
with the heavy bass pumping through the crowd the pretty male was vulnerable to the searching, imploring hands belonging to the man who was pressed flush against his back. touches were unabashedly scattered down the expanse of his torso by the tanned hands that pushed and pulled his clothes teasingly, leaving hardly any part of his anatomy a mystery to any onlookers. so it wasn’t surprising that across the flickering darkness two sharp eyes followed the two despite the obstructed view, smoke pushing a space between the lips as a crumbling cigarette was left in the ash tray forgotten.
if he'd been naive, he'd have easily proclaimed to have fallen in love at such a beautiful sight; but having left behind childish impulses and thoughts, the witness attributed the swell of activity in his gut solely to lust.
pearls of his sweat left cool traces of moisture along the side of his face as he approached the pair and effortlessly slipped in front of the lean body of the male.
“would you mind?”
“i'd prefer it if you'd kindly fuck o-”
“it doesn't look like he minds much.”
without any hesitation, the pretty dancer between them had the newcomer in a vice grip hardly within the time between his arrival and the moment the first question left his lips. fingers trailed down the inked words along his forearm and eyes already feasted upon the half-hidden ink on his collarbone. every slow grind from behind drove him into the new body and every part of his oversensitive body screamed in pleasure at the feeling.
“he's been denied release four times tonight and just wants someone to touch his cock; so don't
go thinking you're something special.”
“and i bet he moans like a fucking angel in bed…”
the said angel’s head lolled to the side on a sharp drive of the pelvis against his groin and a mumbled groan gurgled from his throat, a sweet sound worthy of praise.
“i’m only saying this once; fuck off man.”
no longer finding the possessive act amusing the smug look on his face dissolved into irritation.
“what is he, your plaything? you must be elated to have gotten this one tonight.”
“well that’s just my luck, isn’t it? find someone else’s leg to hump.”
laughter chimed from between them, wide eyes sparked with interest were dancing from face to face with amusement despite their position. their conversation died as both men eyed the sweat dripping past the loose collar, the teeth nibbling his bottom lip, the hips that jerked toward their groins sporadically.
“i'm getting bored.”
somewhere in the taller man’s eyes a clear show of panic spread, undoubtedly in the aspect of losing the night’s catch so easily just because of the idiot that’d interrupted them minutes before. but the taller was soon thankful for his presence when he was the first to speak.
“so how do we go about this?”
the angel was teasing them again, holding his composure enough to express his clear amusement of the lost expression on his partner and the false confidence of the intruder, whom he decided he liked.
“i wouldn't know... how far is it to your place?”
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a/n: not in the mood to write smut and got lazy when i finished it. oh well.
with the heavy bass pumping through the crowd the pretty male was vulnerable to the searching, imploring hands belonging to the man who was pressed flush against his back. touches were unabashedly scattered down the expanse of his torso by the tanned hands that pushed and pulled his clothes teasingly, leaving hardly any part of his anatomy a mystery to any onlookers. so it wasn’t surprising that across the flickering darkness two sharp eyes followed the two despite the obstructed view, smoke pushing a space between the lips as a crumbling cigarette was left in the ash tray forgotten.
if he'd been naive, he'd have easily proclaimed to have fallen in love at such a beautiful sight; but having left behind childish impulses and thoughts, the witness attributed the swell of activity in his gut solely to lust.
pearls of his sweat left cool traces of moisture along the side of his face as he approached the pair and effortlessly slipped in front of the lean body of the male.
“would you mind?”
“i'd prefer it if you'd kindly fuck o-”
“it doesn't look like he minds much.”
without any hesitation, the pretty dancer between them had the newcomer in a vice grip hardly within the time between his arrival and the moment the first question left his lips. fingers trailed down the inked words along his forearm and eyes already feasted upon the half-hidden ink on his collarbone. every slow grind from behind drove him into the new body and every part of his oversensitive body screamed in pleasure at the feeling.
“he's been denied release four times tonight and just wants someone to touch his cock; so don't
go thinking you're something special.”
“and i bet he moans like a fucking angel in bed…”
the said angel’s head lolled to the side on a sharp drive of the pelvis against his groin and a mumbled groan gurgled from his throat, a sweet sound worthy of praise.
“i’m only saying this once; fuck off man.”
no longer finding the possessive act amusing the smug look on his face dissolved into irritation.
“what is he, your plaything? you must be elated to have gotten this one tonight.”
“well that’s just my luck, isn’t it? find someone else’s leg to hump.”
laughter chimed from between them, wide eyes sparked with interest were dancing from face to face with amusement despite their position. their conversation died as both men eyed the sweat dripping past the loose collar, the teeth nibbling his bottom lip, the hips that jerked toward their groins sporadically.
“i'm getting bored.”
somewhere in the taller man’s eyes a clear show of panic spread, undoubtedly in the aspect of losing the night’s catch so easily just because of the idiot that’d interrupted them minutes before. but the taller was soon thankful for his presence when he was the first to speak.
“so how do we go about this?”
the angel was teasing them again, holding his composure enough to express his clear amusement of the lost expression on his partner and the false confidence of the intruder, whom he decided he liked.
“i wouldn't know... how far is it to your place?”
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a/n: not in the mood to write smut and got lazy when i finished it. oh well.