[fic] lovejuice.
lovejuice.
pg13 - blohyuk
challenge fic: 30smiles: theme set alpha: # 14 - dance
summary: dancing and smiling and laughing and enjoying life without worries.
he can’t hear a thing, the music is too loud and too deep, but he can feel it, deep in his bones. he can feel it in the way fingertips brush his skin, and fingertips grip at his hips. the lights flash endlessly, and he closes his eyes because he doesn’t need to see them, they’re bright and clear on the back of his eyelids, blue and pink and green and red and yellow, rainbows and crystal.
he can feel the sweat gather on his face, roll down his neck, and he likes the way the person behind him is pulling him back, closer. he rolls his hips side to side, lets his arms raise in the air. his hair has gotten longer these days, he gathers the strands off his neck and turns his head to the side, and his cheek touches another cheek, warm and wet.
his head falls back against the shoulder behind him, fingertips move off his hips and onto his stomach, his shirt seems to rise higher and higher every time he moves. there’re bodies everywhere, people are brushing against him on all sides; the person in front of him moves even closer and pushes his hips against his, and they’re moving together, fluidly, matching the deep bass of the music. he lets his hands fall onto the shoulders of the person in front of him and slides his thigh between their legs, and he’s moving again, grinding, and it feels good enough to get his eyes to roll back.
the burning body behind him presses him even closer to the person in front of him, and people are dancing close on either side of him, he occasionally brushes a stomach, an arm, an ass.
a hand tangles in his hair, yanks his head back, and he doesn’t stop grinding, rolling his hips as a mouth that tastes like sour alcohol crushes down on his. he groans, opens his mouth, runs his tongue against the other. the mouth closes down on his bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin, and it makes him jerk up. the body in front of him, hands at his waist, head against his shoulder, makes a sound that he can only feel because it shivers down the body’s chest, because he’s pressed up, hard.
he pulls away from the kiss, the devouring, and he spins away, laughing, panting, into the crowd, and it’s not long before he’s caught up in another body, another dance, another mouth.
the girl in front of him is holding his waist, smiling up at him as she spins, crouches, brings her body up in a long slow slide against his crotch. he likes that one, and he only grins at her before he’s gone again.
he doesn’t know how many songs, how many bodies he’s danced against. his body aches from moving, his cock is throbbing because the music is so loud and it pounds against his ear.
he wonders if maybe it’s time to go, time to stumble home and laugh under his breath in the shower as he thinks of quick tongues and sarcastic humor. he kisses the person shaking in front of him once more time, and is gone, dancing as he weaves though crowd. he makes it outside, takes in one full lungful of cold night air before he’s being hugged from behind, and someone is too too hot against his back. he turns around, raises an eyebrow, expects someone he’s danced with to be following him, but he meets tablo’s laughing eyes and crooked smile.
“you didn’t dance with me, eunhyukkie.”
he laughs, turns in tablo’s arms and grins at the man who’s just slightly smaller then him. “you don’t dance, hyung.”
tablo makes a face. “you could’ve at least asked me. you know, manners.”
“i’ll make it up to you.” he bites his lip, the music is still ringing in his ears, and he feels high, giddy, full of helium air that’s going to float him up into the stars. “wanna come with me?” it’s a question that’s been asked many times, routine, just a joke now when tablo has him pressed into the sheets and crying out.
tablo gives him a smile that makes him think of plastic dolls in glass cases, and nods. “let’s go. mithra and tukutz can help each other stumble back home.”
note: i wrote this forever ago, back when i frist started with blohyuk, but never had a chance to post it, until i started the 30smiles challenge. it worked out pretty well, didn't it? written to akanishi jin's "lovejuice". sexy song. <3
pg13 - blohyuk
challenge fic: 30smiles: theme set alpha: # 14 - dance
summary: dancing and smiling and laughing and enjoying life without worries.
he can’t hear a thing, the music is too loud and too deep, but he can feel it, deep in his bones. he can feel it in the way fingertips brush his skin, and fingertips grip at his hips. the lights flash endlessly, and he closes his eyes because he doesn’t need to see them, they’re bright and clear on the back of his eyelids, blue and pink and green and red and yellow, rainbows and crystal.
he can feel the sweat gather on his face, roll down his neck, and he likes the way the person behind him is pulling him back, closer. he rolls his hips side to side, lets his arms raise in the air. his hair has gotten longer these days, he gathers the strands off his neck and turns his head to the side, and his cheek touches another cheek, warm and wet.
his head falls back against the shoulder behind him, fingertips move off his hips and onto his stomach, his shirt seems to rise higher and higher every time he moves. there’re bodies everywhere, people are brushing against him on all sides; the person in front of him moves even closer and pushes his hips against his, and they’re moving together, fluidly, matching the deep bass of the music. he lets his hands fall onto the shoulders of the person in front of him and slides his thigh between their legs, and he’s moving again, grinding, and it feels good enough to get his eyes to roll back.
the burning body behind him presses him even closer to the person in front of him, and people are dancing close on either side of him, he occasionally brushes a stomach, an arm, an ass.
a hand tangles in his hair, yanks his head back, and he doesn’t stop grinding, rolling his hips as a mouth that tastes like sour alcohol crushes down on his. he groans, opens his mouth, runs his tongue against the other. the mouth closes down on his bottom lip, teeth sinking into skin, and it makes him jerk up. the body in front of him, hands at his waist, head against his shoulder, makes a sound that he can only feel because it shivers down the body’s chest, because he’s pressed up, hard.
he pulls away from the kiss, the devouring, and he spins away, laughing, panting, into the crowd, and it’s not long before he’s caught up in another body, another dance, another mouth.
the girl in front of him is holding his waist, smiling up at him as she spins, crouches, brings her body up in a long slow slide against his crotch. he likes that one, and he only grins at her before he’s gone again.
he doesn’t know how many songs, how many bodies he’s danced against. his body aches from moving, his cock is throbbing because the music is so loud and it pounds against his ear.
he wonders if maybe it’s time to go, time to stumble home and laugh under his breath in the shower as he thinks of quick tongues and sarcastic humor. he kisses the person shaking in front of him once more time, and is gone, dancing as he weaves though crowd. he makes it outside, takes in one full lungful of cold night air before he’s being hugged from behind, and someone is too too hot against his back. he turns around, raises an eyebrow, expects someone he’s danced with to be following him, but he meets tablo’s laughing eyes and crooked smile.
“you didn’t dance with me, eunhyukkie.”
he laughs, turns in tablo’s arms and grins at the man who’s just slightly smaller then him. “you don’t dance, hyung.”
tablo makes a face. “you could’ve at least asked me. you know, manners.”
“i’ll make it up to you.” he bites his lip, the music is still ringing in his ears, and he feels high, giddy, full of helium air that’s going to float him up into the stars. “wanna come with me?” it’s a question that’s been asked many times, routine, just a joke now when tablo has him pressed into the sheets and crying out.
tablo gives him a smile that makes him think of plastic dolls in glass cases, and nods. “let’s go. mithra and tukutz can help each other stumble back home.”
note: i wrote this forever ago, back when i frist started with blohyuk, but never had a chance to post it, until i started the 30smiles challenge. it worked out pretty well, didn't it? written to akanishi jin's "lovejuice". sexy song. <3