Big bang oneshot #3 --- Sequel to Superficial Feelings
Title: Scratching the surface (sequel to Superficial Feelings)
Pairing: GTop (G-dragon & Top)
Genre: Tiny bit of angst, some fluff, lots of sex
Rating: NC-17. Swearing and sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Jiyong and Seunghyun's relationship needs a bandaid.
Word count: 2925
Notes: Unbetad. Read the 1st part HERE
It ached, it burned, it seeped in through every pore.
Jiyong was doing so well with that song, winning awards, and saying it was all for Big Bang when he knew it was all for him. Seunghyun was the one having visions now, the one seeing Jiyong's face all over Seoul, unable to actually touch him. It was strange, he thought, having the one you love so close yet so far.
He swallowed difficultly, the alcohol being stronger than he was used to. Seunghyun stared through the glass, listening to the way the ice chimed, watching the clear liquid flow in all directions as he shook it side to side. Somehow, it was like looking into his mind. He could see Jiyong's face on each piece of ice, hoping he could taste him with each new sip, but sighing when he couldn't.
It was enough, wallowing in sorrow wasn't like him at all.
Seunghyun grabbed his coat, sliding on both sleeves, buttoning it up carefully and leaving a tip for the waiter. He took one last swig of his potent drink, feeling it burn down to his chest and sighed loudly. "Seunghyun."
Was he hearing voices now? Seunghyun looked around the crowded bar, not really being able to distinguish the faces apart; they were just people, as sick of life as he was. But he caught a glimpse of blond hair slipping through the back door and decided to follow, just in case.
Snaking around the intoxicated people, he fixed his hair sloppily, hoping--even if it wasn't Jiyong--that he could impress the blond man, and (possibly) not sleep alone anymore.
Once outside, he scanned the dark lane, hoping he wasn't too late. When he realized how eerie it was, standing there by himself, he wondered if it was just some trick to rob him. "Hey!" A brown bag was shoved over his head as steady, familiar hands pushed him into a vehicle.
He was almost afraid to remove it when a soft voice ordered him:"You can take it off now." Seunghyun knew that voice, knew the tone, knew the man.
His jeweled fingers pulled at the edge of the rough material, as it slid off his head. He could feel his chest heaving, afraid for it to be someone else, someone who might want to harm him. Seunghyun's eyes widened, seeing the blond locks instantly.
"Jiyong," Seunghyun leaned in to touch his face, but received a smack on his hands instead.
"Don't touch me, it's not like that." Jiyong crossed his arms, looking out the window of the, now, parked car.
"But, why did you do that?" He wanted to add that he was frightened half to death, but he waited instead, wanting an explanation.
Jiyong shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his custom made sneakers. "I guess--it was time we talked."
Seunghyun knew it was about fucking time; he was sick of the cold war between them. He fixed the collar of his black jacket, smiling a bit; it was nice to see Jiyong again, outside of their hectic schedules.
"So, I watched your first performance, a few weeks back." Seunghyun said calmly, looking at the man, trying to read his expression. It was blank, dark almost, like he didn't care if Seunghyun died then and there.
"Oh? How was it?" Jiyong turned to stare into the dark eyes he missed so much, refusing to admit he did.
"It was beautiful." Seunghyun murmured, on purpose, so Jiyong would have to lean in close, which he did. "I said--"
Jiyong kissed him, surprisingly, soft and lovingly. "I know, I just wanted--"
Seunghyun placed a finger over the plush lips, feeling them with his fingers. He'd missed touching them to the point that it was like being in a dream. Was he really here? Maybe he was imagining it all, but he didn't care if it meant touching Jiyong again.
Jiyong moved the strong hand away, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs. "I don't think I can do this." He looked out the window, his face fighting back the tears building up in the corner of his eyes.
"What if," Seunghyun talked slowly, being careful not to ruin it this time, turning Jiyong to face him gently. "we started over."
Jiyong blinked, his lashes dampened by the tears he was holding in. "Can we? I mean, it's hard enough being in a group with someone you loved."
Loved. Seunghyun felt needles going through his heart, making it collapse into itself, each part of his being calling for Jiyong to take it back.
"You don't--love me anymore?" Seunghyun's brow creased, his voice deepening to cover the emotion in it.
There was silence that lasted what seemed to be a lifetime. Jiyong's shoulders drooped, a single tear cascading over his shirt and seeping into his white t-shirt. "I don't know anymore."
"Let me out." Seunghyun stated dryly. He couldn't show his vulnerable side, not to this man, not to anyone. "Let me the fuck out, now!" He shouted.
Jiyong stared at him, gaze unwavering, still. Another warm tear slid down his face, his eyes filled with the expression he had that night they broke up. He approached Seunghyun slowly, his hands firmly on the older man's cheek, stroking to the rhythm of his heart.
"Before you go," Jiyong narrowed the space between their bodies, both men breathing faster. He put Seunghyun's hand to his chest, whispering into the shell of his ear. "My heart beats for you."
All these years, the way he'd fought to keep his emotion in, to keep everyone out, protecting himself from the wrong people, it all came crashing down with that one phrase.
Seunghyun cupped Jiyong's face, kissing him like it was the first time all over again. Lips curled against his, a smile he presumed, hands twisting in the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. Seunghyun pulled away first.
"I won't let go this time." He let his hand rest on the back of a smooth neck.
Jiyong hummed, eyes batting slowly. "I was waiting so long for that."
Jiyong climbed onto Seunghyun's lap, kissing him desperately, needing more. He had wanted him back for weeks, unable to let go of his pride and admit it sooner. Seunghyun fisted a hand in Jiyong's hair, tugging lightly to reach the pale throat, trailing over it with kisses and flicks of his tongue.
The first moan since they broke up. It sent shivers up Seunghyun's back, feeling his cock throb from that one sound. Jiyong really was his missing link, his happiness.
Like the music he produced, Jiyong's moans filled the senses of the person they were for, sending them into a new world. Seunghyun moaned in return, his arousal beneath tight jeans and pleading, Jiyong's hips rocking against it slowly.
Jiyong forced his body to move at that pace, wanting the rush of it all to progressively sink into their skin. Sex wasn't always about how rough, how hard, how fast you could make another person climax.
This time, it was about drowning in each other's moans, kissing like it might be the last time, touching like the world stopped just for them. Seunghyun moaned against the plump lips, tongues licking over teeth and skin, twisting and turning hungrily in the impatient mouth. Their hands were mostly still, though.
Seunghyun's fingers were swirling over the small of Jiyong's back, underneath thin cotton, feeling the goosebumps with each circle. Jiyong had his small digits sliding up Seunghyun's neck, through his hair and back down, dragging his nails haphazardly. It felt good to be loved by such a meticulous man.
Jiyong pulled back, sliding his shirt off carefully and attempting to do the same to Seunghyun.
"Wait, let me--" Seunghyun pressed the pale skin to his face, rubbing into it at first, his tongue darting out soon after. It smelt like flowers --which Seunghyun hated-- but he loved Jiyong, so he'd make an exception.
Jiyong hummed, his hands gripping onto the ceiling of the car, while Seunghyun's tongue sucked over his chest, paying close attention to each nipple as he pulled them into his mouth. The way Jiyong's body shuddered and contorted made him hotter and he wanted to take him hard, so hard he'd have him coming more than once. But that's not how it was supposed to be.
Seunghyun licked over an exposed collarbone, his gaze burning a hole into Jiyong's face. Jiyong looked down at him with lowered lashes, his hands flat against Seunghyun's chest, gesturing to take off his shirt. "Seunghyun," he panted, clearly already more aroused than he should be.
Seunghyun smirked, amused by it, but turned on himself. He obeyed the energetic leader, stripping off his shirt and pulling Jiyong in for a messy, hot kiss. A moan escaped the smaller man's lips, granting access to search his mouth teasingly. They were getting nowhere at this rate, but they didn't care.
"Seunghyun," Jiyong whimpered, his hips grinding against the stiff jean material below. Slender fingers crept over Seunghyun's skin, tweaking a nipple and rubbing over it, as though he was soothing it. Seunghyun arched, his voice lower than it already was, vision becoming blurred. He wasn't going to last much longer at this pace.
"Faster," But Jiyong was always good at reading his mind, already climbing off his lap, fitting between his legs, grazing his teeth over those snug jeans. Subconsciously, he hoped he'd bump into Jiyong, knowing these jeans always attracted his gaze. Seunghyun tangled his fingers in the soft, blond locks. They weren't that bad after all, or maybe he was biased when it came to Jiyong.
Jiyong grinned, kissing at Seunghyun's hip bone, tugging him down to get a better grip of those strong legs. Seunghyun's eyes said enough, even though all he could manage was to lick his lips, humming for the smaller man. Jiyong pulled down the jeans, leaving them around Seunghyun's ankles.
"I wanted you," Jiyong kissed over the cotton of Seunghyun's boxers, making sure to linger extra long on the tip of his erection. Seunghyun's hips jerked up, a groan escaping the older man. "I want you even more now."
The words fell from his lips like rain on a humid summer day. Seunghyun's skin shivered, loving the way it came out like a threat and a sexual invitation. His legs spread, Jiyong noticing the body language and reaching through the opening of the black boxer shorts.
Jiyong looked up at the older man; bedroom eyes never looked so good. Seunghyun nearly whimpered from that stare, a sigh passing through his parted lips when a warm tongue flicked the head of his cock. Usually, he would thrust into the warmth, gagging Jiyong and not stopping even when those innocent eyes filled with tears.
He really did deserve to be dumped.
Seunghyun's fingers massaged Jiyong's scalp, pulling his lips onto his cock slightly. He would never force it again. Jiyong hummed, rolling his tongue over the sensitive skin, tasting the precum and whimpering, liking how it felt to have compromise. Somehow, Seunghyun's cock tasted so much better this way.
Jiyong swallowed him to the hilt, willingly, relaxing his throat and humming against the stiff member. Seunghyun's moan surprised even himself, the sound resounding in the silent car. Thank god they were in such an uncommon place.
Jiyong batted his lashes, rubbing along Seunghyun's thighs, mouth still sucking over his cock. Seunghyun thought he was in a porno for a second, Jiyong never did it so passionately before. His cheeks hollowing out, whimpering every few seconds, Seunghyun pulled him up by his wrists. Coming against those precious lips was out of the question.
"My turn," Jiyong giggled at the childish ring to it, but was startled when he was forced to bend over Seunghyun in such a cramped place. His cock was being worshiped, for the first time. Seunghyun smirked, smacking Jiyong's ass and pushing his hips closer, thus the slick cock further down his throat. Seunghyun knew how to give amazing blowjobs, he was just waiting for the right man.
Seunghyun was leaning comfortable against the leather seat, but Jiyong had to test his flexibility. Back hunched over Seunghyun, he had no choice but to stand on the back seat if he didn't want to end up with spinal damage. "Seunghyun--" Jiyong fought to keep his hips in place, that hot mouth was so skilled.
"I love you too," Seunghyun grinned, grazing his teeth over the tip of the throbbing flesh, fingers trailing over the inside of Jiyong's thigh. "But don't try to stop me." Jiyong didn't mind giving up the power if it meant feeling this good.
Seunghyun, who was already seeing bright lights flash in front of him, pushed Jiyong to lay down in the back seat. Jiyong watched him curiously, lips curled into a surprisingly innocent smile, considering what they were doing. But it was enough to make Seunghyun's cock twitch from lust, and he had to hurry.
Seunghyun stretched the smaller man with one finger at first, watching for any hint of pain. But there wasn't any. Was he really such a bastard before that Jiyong had become used to it? Jiyong hummed, bringing Seunghyun's other hand to his lips, kissing each digit, licking over them enticingly. Seunghyun figured that meant to continue.
"Hyung," Seunghyun looked down at the young man with wide eyes, Jiyong only used that when they were on camera. But it didn't seem like politeness, rather it meant that he trusted Seunghyun, begging for him to continue. Subtle things like this always made it hard for his mind to function.
"Okay Jiyong," Seunghyun punctuated the sentence with another digit sliding into the tight space, scissoring them inside the small man. Jiyong moaned, his hips grinding down against the long fingers. He bit his lip and Seunghyun mirrored him, wanting to bury himself deep inside this fragile man. "Should I?"
Jiyong watched Seunghyun dipping his fingers in further through lowered lashes, biting back a moan and nodding slowly. "Fuck me."
Seunghyun shivered from the roughness of that sentence, it was unlike Jiyong to speak like that. The worst he usually said was "do me" and even then, it sounded raunchy coming from the young man. This was probably why Jiyong had gained such a following; he secretly oozed of sex if you pressed the right buttons.
If he didn't do it now, he was going to come awkwardly and prematurely, without even having the chance to enter the eager man. And that would have been a waste of such wonderful foreplay, he thought. Seunghyun cupped Jiyong's tilted head, forgetting that he had to push himself between those delicate and cream-colored thighs he loved so much.
"You're gorgeous." Seunghyun growled, his cock pushing in through the tight entrance, inch by inch, until he was comfortably seated inside him. Seunghyun thrust in slowly, careful to not hit his head against the ceiling of the car.
Jiyong hummed, almost like a constant buzzing sound a beehive would produce. Seunghyun panted, licking his lips when Jiyong writhed beneath him so seductively, so gorgeously. Jiyong forced his eyes open, making grabby hands in the air, unable to speak for the moment.
Seunghyun chuckled a bit, leaning over the precious man, kissing him with everything he felt, his tongue moving in at the same rhythm as his hips. They both moaned, Jiyong squeezing Seunghyun's ass, turning the skin white from the pressure. He pulled his hips closer, consequently sliding the throbbing cock further in, their breath hitching at the same time.
"Fuck--Jiyong--so tight," Seunghyun couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Jiyong made sure of that, squeezing between slim but strong thighs. He swore Jiyong was grinning, but he couldn't keep his eyes open long enough to confirm it.
"Harder," Jiyong ordered. Whispering so close to his ear, he could feel the need in his breath. Seunghyun groaned, slipping out of the vice grip-like hold Jiyong had, putting Jiyong's legs on his shoulders and sliding in to the hilt.
Jiyong cried out, his fingers scraping over Seunghyun's ass and thighs, trying to push him in further, but there was no deeper. Seunghyun cursed, uttering sweet nothings which made Jiyong blush as he pulled the older man in for a bruising kiss. Seunghyun watched in awe as Jiyong took his cock into his palm, jerking it so roughly, so aggressively, not a drop of lube against the sensitive skin.
It was enough to push anyone over the edge.
Seunghyun pulled back, ramming in a few times quickly. It wasn't long before he climaxed, cock deep inside the only one who made him feel this hot (in all senses of the word). Jiyong tugged at his cock lazily, the white liquid dirtying his pale abdomen, almost reaching his chest.
Jiyong stared up at Seunghyun, still half hard, batting his eyelashes innocently. Why could he get away with looking innocent even when he was naked? Seunghyun smiled, embarrassed, fascinated by how much more there was to learn about Jiyong.
Jiyong wrapped his arms around Seunghyun's neck--after having wiped himself clean with a tissue--enveloping the older man like he had once experienced not long ago. He stared at Seunghyun, eyelids heavy and skin flushed, but still picturesque. Jiyong winked, ruffling Seunghyun's hair lightly.
Seunghyun chuckled against Jiyong's neck, warm breath tickling his dongsaeng. Though there was a dormant cock pressing against his stomach, and he felt kind of sticky and sweaty, this cuddling thing wasn't half bad. They could practice doing it more often.
----THE END----
Comments are ♥
Pairing: GTop (G-dragon & Top)
Genre: Tiny bit of angst, some fluff, lots of sex
Rating: NC-17. Swearing and sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: Jiyong and Seunghyun's relationship needs a bandaid.
Word count: 2925
Notes: Unbetad. Read the 1st part HERE
It ached, it burned, it seeped in through every pore.
Jiyong was doing so well with that song, winning awards, and saying it was all for Big Bang when he knew it was all for him. Seunghyun was the one having visions now, the one seeing Jiyong's face all over Seoul, unable to actually touch him. It was strange, he thought, having the one you love so close yet so far.
He swallowed difficultly, the alcohol being stronger than he was used to. Seunghyun stared through the glass, listening to the way the ice chimed, watching the clear liquid flow in all directions as he shook it side to side. Somehow, it was like looking into his mind. He could see Jiyong's face on each piece of ice, hoping he could taste him with each new sip, but sighing when he couldn't.
It was enough, wallowing in sorrow wasn't like him at all.
Seunghyun grabbed his coat, sliding on both sleeves, buttoning it up carefully and leaving a tip for the waiter. He took one last swig of his potent drink, feeling it burn down to his chest and sighed loudly. "Seunghyun."
Was he hearing voices now? Seunghyun looked around the crowded bar, not really being able to distinguish the faces apart; they were just people, as sick of life as he was. But he caught a glimpse of blond hair slipping through the back door and decided to follow, just in case.
Snaking around the intoxicated people, he fixed his hair sloppily, hoping--even if it wasn't Jiyong--that he could impress the blond man, and (possibly) not sleep alone anymore.
Once outside, he scanned the dark lane, hoping he wasn't too late. When he realized how eerie it was, standing there by himself, he wondered if it was just some trick to rob him. "Hey!" A brown bag was shoved over his head as steady, familiar hands pushed him into a vehicle.
He was almost afraid to remove it when a soft voice ordered him:"You can take it off now." Seunghyun knew that voice, knew the tone, knew the man.
His jeweled fingers pulled at the edge of the rough material, as it slid off his head. He could feel his chest heaving, afraid for it to be someone else, someone who might want to harm him. Seunghyun's eyes widened, seeing the blond locks instantly.
"Jiyong," Seunghyun leaned in to touch his face, but received a smack on his hands instead.
"Don't touch me, it's not like that." Jiyong crossed his arms, looking out the window of the, now, parked car.
"But, why did you do that?" He wanted to add that he was frightened half to death, but he waited instead, wanting an explanation.
Jiyong shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his custom made sneakers. "I guess--it was time we talked."
Seunghyun knew it was about fucking time; he was sick of the cold war between them. He fixed the collar of his black jacket, smiling a bit; it was nice to see Jiyong again, outside of their hectic schedules.
"So, I watched your first performance, a few weeks back." Seunghyun said calmly, looking at the man, trying to read his expression. It was blank, dark almost, like he didn't care if Seunghyun died then and there.
"Oh? How was it?" Jiyong turned to stare into the dark eyes he missed so much, refusing to admit he did.
"It was beautiful." Seunghyun murmured, on purpose, so Jiyong would have to lean in close, which he did. "I said--"
Jiyong kissed him, surprisingly, soft and lovingly. "I know, I just wanted--"
Seunghyun placed a finger over the plush lips, feeling them with his fingers. He'd missed touching them to the point that it was like being in a dream. Was he really here? Maybe he was imagining it all, but he didn't care if it meant touching Jiyong again.
Jiyong moved the strong hand away, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs. "I don't think I can do this." He looked out the window, his face fighting back the tears building up in the corner of his eyes.
"What if," Seunghyun talked slowly, being careful not to ruin it this time, turning Jiyong to face him gently. "we started over."
Jiyong blinked, his lashes dampened by the tears he was holding in. "Can we? I mean, it's hard enough being in a group with someone you loved."
Loved. Seunghyun felt needles going through his heart, making it collapse into itself, each part of his being calling for Jiyong to take it back.
"You don't--love me anymore?" Seunghyun's brow creased, his voice deepening to cover the emotion in it.
There was silence that lasted what seemed to be a lifetime. Jiyong's shoulders drooped, a single tear cascading over his shirt and seeping into his white t-shirt. "I don't know anymore."
"Let me out." Seunghyun stated dryly. He couldn't show his vulnerable side, not to this man, not to anyone. "Let me the fuck out, now!" He shouted.
Jiyong stared at him, gaze unwavering, still. Another warm tear slid down his face, his eyes filled with the expression he had that night they broke up. He approached Seunghyun slowly, his hands firmly on the older man's cheek, stroking to the rhythm of his heart.
"Before you go," Jiyong narrowed the space between their bodies, both men breathing faster. He put Seunghyun's hand to his chest, whispering into the shell of his ear. "My heart beats for you."
All these years, the way he'd fought to keep his emotion in, to keep everyone out, protecting himself from the wrong people, it all came crashing down with that one phrase.
Seunghyun cupped Jiyong's face, kissing him like it was the first time all over again. Lips curled against his, a smile he presumed, hands twisting in the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. Seunghyun pulled away first.
"I won't let go this time." He let his hand rest on the back of a smooth neck.
Jiyong hummed, eyes batting slowly. "I was waiting so long for that."
Jiyong climbed onto Seunghyun's lap, kissing him desperately, needing more. He had wanted him back for weeks, unable to let go of his pride and admit it sooner. Seunghyun fisted a hand in Jiyong's hair, tugging lightly to reach the pale throat, trailing over it with kisses and flicks of his tongue.
The first moan since they broke up. It sent shivers up Seunghyun's back, feeling his cock throb from that one sound. Jiyong really was his missing link, his happiness.
Like the music he produced, Jiyong's moans filled the senses of the person they were for, sending them into a new world. Seunghyun moaned in return, his arousal beneath tight jeans and pleading, Jiyong's hips rocking against it slowly.
Jiyong forced his body to move at that pace, wanting the rush of it all to progressively sink into their skin. Sex wasn't always about how rough, how hard, how fast you could make another person climax.
This time, it was about drowning in each other's moans, kissing like it might be the last time, touching like the world stopped just for them. Seunghyun moaned against the plump lips, tongues licking over teeth and skin, twisting and turning hungrily in the impatient mouth. Their hands were mostly still, though.
Seunghyun's fingers were swirling over the small of Jiyong's back, underneath thin cotton, feeling the goosebumps with each circle. Jiyong had his small digits sliding up Seunghyun's neck, through his hair and back down, dragging his nails haphazardly. It felt good to be loved by such a meticulous man.
Jiyong pulled back, sliding his shirt off carefully and attempting to do the same to Seunghyun.
"Wait, let me--" Seunghyun pressed the pale skin to his face, rubbing into it at first, his tongue darting out soon after. It smelt like flowers --which Seunghyun hated-- but he loved Jiyong, so he'd make an exception.
Jiyong hummed, his hands gripping onto the ceiling of the car, while Seunghyun's tongue sucked over his chest, paying close attention to each nipple as he pulled them into his mouth. The way Jiyong's body shuddered and contorted made him hotter and he wanted to take him hard, so hard he'd have him coming more than once. But that's not how it was supposed to be.
Seunghyun licked over an exposed collarbone, his gaze burning a hole into Jiyong's face. Jiyong looked down at him with lowered lashes, his hands flat against Seunghyun's chest, gesturing to take off his shirt. "Seunghyun," he panted, clearly already more aroused than he should be.
Seunghyun smirked, amused by it, but turned on himself. He obeyed the energetic leader, stripping off his shirt and pulling Jiyong in for a messy, hot kiss. A moan escaped the smaller man's lips, granting access to search his mouth teasingly. They were getting nowhere at this rate, but they didn't care.
"Seunghyun," Jiyong whimpered, his hips grinding against the stiff jean material below. Slender fingers crept over Seunghyun's skin, tweaking a nipple and rubbing over it, as though he was soothing it. Seunghyun arched, his voice lower than it already was, vision becoming blurred. He wasn't going to last much longer at this pace.
"Faster," But Jiyong was always good at reading his mind, already climbing off his lap, fitting between his legs, grazing his teeth over those snug jeans. Subconsciously, he hoped he'd bump into Jiyong, knowing these jeans always attracted his gaze. Seunghyun tangled his fingers in the soft, blond locks. They weren't that bad after all, or maybe he was biased when it came to Jiyong.
Jiyong grinned, kissing at Seunghyun's hip bone, tugging him down to get a better grip of those strong legs. Seunghyun's eyes said enough, even though all he could manage was to lick his lips, humming for the smaller man. Jiyong pulled down the jeans, leaving them around Seunghyun's ankles.
"I wanted you," Jiyong kissed over the cotton of Seunghyun's boxers, making sure to linger extra long on the tip of his erection. Seunghyun's hips jerked up, a groan escaping the older man. "I want you even more now."
The words fell from his lips like rain on a humid summer day. Seunghyun's skin shivered, loving the way it came out like a threat and a sexual invitation. His legs spread, Jiyong noticing the body language and reaching through the opening of the black boxer shorts.
Jiyong looked up at the older man; bedroom eyes never looked so good. Seunghyun nearly whimpered from that stare, a sigh passing through his parted lips when a warm tongue flicked the head of his cock. Usually, he would thrust into the warmth, gagging Jiyong and not stopping even when those innocent eyes filled with tears.
He really did deserve to be dumped.
Seunghyun's fingers massaged Jiyong's scalp, pulling his lips onto his cock slightly. He would never force it again. Jiyong hummed, rolling his tongue over the sensitive skin, tasting the precum and whimpering, liking how it felt to have compromise. Somehow, Seunghyun's cock tasted so much better this way.
Jiyong swallowed him to the hilt, willingly, relaxing his throat and humming against the stiff member. Seunghyun's moan surprised even himself, the sound resounding in the silent car. Thank god they were in such an uncommon place.
Jiyong batted his lashes, rubbing along Seunghyun's thighs, mouth still sucking over his cock. Seunghyun thought he was in a porno for a second, Jiyong never did it so passionately before. His cheeks hollowing out, whimpering every few seconds, Seunghyun pulled him up by his wrists. Coming against those precious lips was out of the question.
"My turn," Jiyong giggled at the childish ring to it, but was startled when he was forced to bend over Seunghyun in such a cramped place. His cock was being worshiped, for the first time. Seunghyun smirked, smacking Jiyong's ass and pushing his hips closer, thus the slick cock further down his throat. Seunghyun knew how to give amazing blowjobs, he was just waiting for the right man.
Seunghyun was leaning comfortable against the leather seat, but Jiyong had to test his flexibility. Back hunched over Seunghyun, he had no choice but to stand on the back seat if he didn't want to end up with spinal damage. "Seunghyun--" Jiyong fought to keep his hips in place, that hot mouth was so skilled.
"I love you too," Seunghyun grinned, grazing his teeth over the tip of the throbbing flesh, fingers trailing over the inside of Jiyong's thigh. "But don't try to stop me." Jiyong didn't mind giving up the power if it meant feeling this good.
Seunghyun, who was already seeing bright lights flash in front of him, pushed Jiyong to lay down in the back seat. Jiyong watched him curiously, lips curled into a surprisingly innocent smile, considering what they were doing. But it was enough to make Seunghyun's cock twitch from lust, and he had to hurry.
Seunghyun stretched the smaller man with one finger at first, watching for any hint of pain. But there wasn't any. Was he really such a bastard before that Jiyong had become used to it? Jiyong hummed, bringing Seunghyun's other hand to his lips, kissing each digit, licking over them enticingly. Seunghyun figured that meant to continue.
"Hyung," Seunghyun looked down at the young man with wide eyes, Jiyong only used that when they were on camera. But it didn't seem like politeness, rather it meant that he trusted Seunghyun, begging for him to continue. Subtle things like this always made it hard for his mind to function.
"Okay Jiyong," Seunghyun punctuated the sentence with another digit sliding into the tight space, scissoring them inside the small man. Jiyong moaned, his hips grinding down against the long fingers. He bit his lip and Seunghyun mirrored him, wanting to bury himself deep inside this fragile man. "Should I?"
Jiyong watched Seunghyun dipping his fingers in further through lowered lashes, biting back a moan and nodding slowly. "Fuck me."
Seunghyun shivered from the roughness of that sentence, it was unlike Jiyong to speak like that. The worst he usually said was "do me" and even then, it sounded raunchy coming from the young man. This was probably why Jiyong had gained such a following; he secretly oozed of sex if you pressed the right buttons.
If he didn't do it now, he was going to come awkwardly and prematurely, without even having the chance to enter the eager man. And that would have been a waste of such wonderful foreplay, he thought. Seunghyun cupped Jiyong's tilted head, forgetting that he had to push himself between those delicate and cream-colored thighs he loved so much.
"You're gorgeous." Seunghyun growled, his cock pushing in through the tight entrance, inch by inch, until he was comfortably seated inside him. Seunghyun thrust in slowly, careful to not hit his head against the ceiling of the car.
Jiyong hummed, almost like a constant buzzing sound a beehive would produce. Seunghyun panted, licking his lips when Jiyong writhed beneath him so seductively, so gorgeously. Jiyong forced his eyes open, making grabby hands in the air, unable to speak for the moment.
Seunghyun chuckled a bit, leaning over the precious man, kissing him with everything he felt, his tongue moving in at the same rhythm as his hips. They both moaned, Jiyong squeezing Seunghyun's ass, turning the skin white from the pressure. He pulled his hips closer, consequently sliding the throbbing cock further in, their breath hitching at the same time.
"Fuck--Jiyong--so tight," Seunghyun couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Jiyong made sure of that, squeezing between slim but strong thighs. He swore Jiyong was grinning, but he couldn't keep his eyes open long enough to confirm it.
"Harder," Jiyong ordered. Whispering so close to his ear, he could feel the need in his breath. Seunghyun groaned, slipping out of the vice grip-like hold Jiyong had, putting Jiyong's legs on his shoulders and sliding in to the hilt.
Jiyong cried out, his fingers scraping over Seunghyun's ass and thighs, trying to push him in further, but there was no deeper. Seunghyun cursed, uttering sweet nothings which made Jiyong blush as he pulled the older man in for a bruising kiss. Seunghyun watched in awe as Jiyong took his cock into his palm, jerking it so roughly, so aggressively, not a drop of lube against the sensitive skin.
It was enough to push anyone over the edge.
Seunghyun pulled back, ramming in a few times quickly. It wasn't long before he climaxed, cock deep inside the only one who made him feel this hot (in all senses of the word). Jiyong tugged at his cock lazily, the white liquid dirtying his pale abdomen, almost reaching his chest.
Jiyong stared up at Seunghyun, still half hard, batting his eyelashes innocently. Why could he get away with looking innocent even when he was naked? Seunghyun smiled, embarrassed, fascinated by how much more there was to learn about Jiyong.
Jiyong wrapped his arms around Seunghyun's neck--after having wiped himself clean with a tissue--enveloping the older man like he had once experienced not long ago. He stared at Seunghyun, eyelids heavy and skin flushed, but still picturesque. Jiyong winked, ruffling Seunghyun's hair lightly.
Seunghyun chuckled against Jiyong's neck, warm breath tickling his dongsaeng. Though there was a dormant cock pressing against his stomach, and he felt kind of sticky and sweaty, this cuddling thing wasn't half bad. They could practice doing it more often.
----THE END----
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