Winter Holidays: Deal? Piece of Cake.
Title: Deal? Piece of Cake.
Author: vennarashii
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Junseung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's new year's eve. Junhyung and Hyunseung get the task of making a cake, but all Junhyung wants to do doesn't involve cake and involves Hyunseung. So, they make a deal.
a/n: I'm BACK! OHMYGOD. exams are finally OVER!~ have a lot of catching up to do. :)
so this story is part of a series~ yeay! at least it's like kind of a series. teehee. there'll be 3 more stories. (dooseob&kiwoon, yeay otp's ^^) they all happen in the same time: new year's eve. hot junseung first! :D
The sound of Hyunseung’s squeaking shoes echoed in the aisles of the supermarket he was currently residing in. He picked up a bag of flour from the racks, trying to remember if it was the right kind of flour Doojoon had told him to buy.
“Can I help you, mister?”
Hyunseung jumped a little when he felt someone breathe in his ear, the fresh smell of peppermint tickling his nostrils. He turned around to find Junhyung and his sleek brown hair, wearing a black-and white sweater with studs, a pair of skinny acid-washed jeans that clung tightly to his skinny legs; and some red-and white nike sneakers (which he then noticed to be his). The said boy smiled at him and pressed his warm lips against Hyunseung’s cheeks sweetly before dumping the contents of his arms into the basket Hyunseung was carrying - sugar, baking soda, a carton of milk, margarine, Doritos, and a half dozen of beers.
“Beer?” Hyunseung’s eyes narrowed. “Come on Junhyung, we’re making a cake tonight.”
“Well we don’t have to drink the beer tonight, do we baby?” Junhyung defended. He smiled, that slight smile that only tugged at one corner of his mouth always managed to make Hyunseung melt. He kept that little fact to himself, turning away before Junhyung’s charms got to him even more. Hyunseung picked up another bag of flour and compared it to the one already in his hand, trying to make his decision. “Cake flour or all purpose?” He wondered aloud.
Hyunseung felt familiar strong hands squeeze his shoulder. He turned to see Junhyung with his chin resting on Hyunseung’s shoulder, peeking in at what Hyunseung was doing. Hyunseung presented him with his dilemma.
“Which one?” Hyunseung asked, half-begging for a solution. Junhyung squinted, examining the items in Hyunseung’s hand. He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not sure, Seungie.”
Hyunseung whined loudly at the answer. His cheeks puffed slightly as he stared at the two bags of flour in his hands which were still awaiting his decision. “Ugggghhhh, I really don’t know! Doojoon will kill me if I buy the wrong flour. But he didn’t write the type of flour on the list anyway so it’s kind of his fault too but I really don’t feel like going back if-mmhhh.”
Hyunseung’s long list of rattles was silenced as Junhyung kissed him full on the lips, slow and sweet. Junhyung took his time, letting his fingers play with the lock of hair that stuck out of Hyunseung’s black beanie. Hyunseung leaned in closer, moaning slightly into the kiss when Junhyung’s tongue licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He granted it permission without too much thinking and let Junhyung’s hot tongue roam as much as he liked inside Hyunseung’s cavern. Junhyung pressed Hyunseung to the racks behind him, making his elbow bump a box of cereal which successfully hit the ground with a loud thud-which made him realize where they were and what they were doing exactly. He pulled away, lips slightly swollen and breath hitching.
“Shht, Junhyung,” He hissed, rearranging his cardigan which Junhyung managed to slip his hand into. “We’re in public”
“So?” Junhyung’s mouth curved up into a mischievous smile. “You were so adorable, cupcake, all confused like that. Couldn’t help it.”
Hyunseung’s cheeks flushed as he snatched one of the bags of flour he dropped during their short make out session-all-purpose flour better be good, Doojoon-and threw it into the basket beneath their feet. “Come on, Junhyung, we’ve gotta get a move on.”
The dancer started to walk through the aisle, taking out his shopiing list. “Eggs, check. Flour, baking soda, vanilla essence… ah, didn’t get that one yet. Hey Junnie, do you think we need some-Shhhhhhiiittttttt.”
Hyunseung muffled the moan that was about halfway throughout his mouth as he felt Junhyung’s tongue run around his ear, and he was so very sure Junhyung was about to, oh he just did it, he just nibbled on his soft spot, right behind his ear. The spot he hated but Junhyung loved oh so very much. Hyunseung quickly pulled away, sure that his cheeks were about the same shade as a tomato. The sound of Junhyung chuckling ringing in his ears made his cheeks turn even warmer. Junhyung embraced him from behind, one arm snaked around his waist and another around his chest, holding him tightly. Hyunseung sighed, annoyed at Junhyung though he couldn’t help smiling because he is such a sucker. A sucker for Junhyung. Fuck being in a public place. He rested his head on Junhyung’s shoulder, letting him have this moment.
“God, you really can’t keep your hands off of me, can you.” Hyunseung felt Junhyung smile behind him.
“I know,” Junhyung mumbled in Hyunseung’s neck.
“You seem addicted to me.”
“Well you are my drug.”
“Let’s get going, we’ve got a cake to make.”
”I’m not really in the mood to make a cake,” Junhyung admitted, grabbing Hyunseung’s chin, turning him around so they faced each other. “I’d rather spend new year’s eve with you.”
“I know, Junnie baby, but that’s our task. The rest are cleaning up the dorm, and I know how much you hate cleaning.”
They spent another moment like that, just the two of them holding each other under the overly bright neon lights of the luckily deserted supermarket.
“Come on Junnie, let’s go.”
“No.”
“Yong Junhyung.” Hyunseung tried to be tough this time, making his tone firm.
“Nooooo,” Junhyung whined softly in Hyunseung’s ear, making him shiver slightly. So much for tough. Hyunseung sighed, trying to think of a way to get Junhyung in the spirit of making a cake.
Lightbulb.
“Hey Junnie, how about we make a deal?” Hyunseung offered, turning around to face Junhyung. Junhyung’s ears perked up. “What deal?”
“Well, I can’t possibly make a cake alone without you, so if you help me make the cake tonight….” Hyunseung’s eyes roamed around Junhyung’s body, up and down. He traced a finger from Junhyung’ lips, all the way down to his chest. He gave a playful push and kept eye contact, feeling Junhyung’s interest. Hyunseung smirked at his victory. “I’ll promise you a great new year’s night.”
Junhyung gulped audibly, feeling something down there getting hard. The last time Hyunseung had promised him a great night, the rest of the beast members had to give out lame excuses to the neighbors that asked about the noise coming from their dorm. Junhyung nodded quickly without giving too much thought. “Okay, deal.”
Hyunseung smirked once again. “Okay, deal. And by helping it means you help me, without any kissing, licking, teasing, seducing or any of the sort while we are baking, until the cake is baked. Deal it is.”
Junhyung’s eyes followed Hyunseung who walked past him, leaving him alone to think. “Wait, what? No kissing? Teasing? Whaaat? Seungie! No! Seungieeee!”
*****
With Doojoon and Yoseob busy cleaning the dorm in silence (they were having one of those love quarrels) and Dongwoon and Kikwang nowhere to be seen, their dorm was pretty much silent. Hyunseung headed straight for the kitchen and started to unload the groceries, setting them on top of the counter. He shoved a bag into Junhyung’s arms and told him to start unloading too. Junhyung agreed reluctantly, starting to take out the groceries inside the bags.
“Hey Junnie, could you help me with his?”
Junhyung looked up and Hyunseung was putting on a-what was that? Oh, an apron. And it turns out he needs help to tie the back of it. Okay. So Junhyung helped him tie the knot. “A little tighter,” Hyunseung says, and Junhyung tightens the knot. He steps back and feels his heart skip a beat.
Hyunseung was beautiful. There he was, Hyunseung with his big doe-eyes examining the recipe in his hand, his hair messy due to the beanie he was previously wearing. He had taken off his cardigan, leaving him with a v-neck shirt that showed the milky skin Junhyung was craving to touch. Junhyung half regretted that he tied the apron so tight, because it was now showing off Hyunseung’s perfectly slender figure which was poisoning Junhyung’s thoughts right now with all those savage ideas of what Junhyung wants to do with it.
“Come on Junhyung, help me out here!”
Junhyung was brought back to earth and saw Hyunseung cracking eggs, motioning him for help. He had to gulp down everything though. A deal’s a deal, he thought to himself.
They had cracked eggs, measured the flour, and added the margarine and milk and all those other stuff for flavor then mixed it all together. They had made the kitchen appear as if a tornado had just blew in there and managed to create something sticky, runny and colored light-cream chocolate yellowy along the way, which they both preferred to call it as a ‘cake mixture’.
And so far, Junhyung had managed to hold on throughout all those moments that Hyunseung was being… being… well, irresistible. The way Hyunseung giggled as Junhyung cracked the eggs with failure, Hyunseung’s big doe-eyes staring innocently at him as he explained how to use the mixer, the way his lips curved up into the sweetest smile in the world that had made Junhyung practically grab on to the kitchen counter to prevent himself from kissing those soft pink lips. He had screamed out loud, “God, Hyunseung! Stop torturing me!” And Hyunseung just laughed that angelic yet devilish laugh and kept on whisking the eggs. “Patience, Junnie. After we bake the cake.” Junhyung was on the verge of going crazy, he could feel the lust burning inside him, the need to get Hyunseung on a bed and just fuck him senseless.
“Shouldn’t we be putting this in an oven about now?” Junhyung asked, trying to distract his mind once again from his roaming thoughts.
“Yeah, I guess so. We’re pretty much done… Wait, let me taste it first.” Hyunseung dipped his index finger into the mixture and licked it, absorbing the taste of it. Junhyung could not avert his gaze from Hyunseung’s tongue, imagining that very same tongue licking some part of his body…
“Okay, it’s good to go!” Hyunseung stated cheerily. “Wow, I think we did a good job. Just preheat the oven, Jun. 180 is good.”
Junhyung did as he was told and set the oven. They started cleaning up, grabbing a rag and mop and started to wipe all things that spilled around them.
“Hey Seung, put the milk inside the fridge, will you? It’ll spoil,” Junhyung remarked. “Okay,” came the reply. Hyunseung opened the fridge and gave a little squeal. “Wow, cherries! Okay, correction, cherry, there’s only one left. Can I eat it, Junhyung?” He asked eagerly. Junhyung just nodded, not wanting to look at Hyunseung (to avoid sudden loss of control over his body).
Junhyung continued his effort to concentrate on wiping off the dough that was literally everywhere on the counter and stove, but the loud and inviting moan that just came out of Hyunseung’s mouth made that thought go away for sure. He jerked his head to the right and saw Hyunseung savoring the cherry in his mouth, the red juice oozing out of the cherry staining his beautiful lips. Junhyung clenched his teeth, his brain going fuzzy. He felt his buddy down there go about more than half hard at the sight. It didn’t help when Hyunseung licked the juice on his fingers once again, sucking on his thumb that had particularly gotten more share of the juice than the other fingers.
That’s when Junhyung lost all control.
In one swift movement he opened the oven door, hoping that it was already hot enough and threw the mixture inside. He slammed the door and made his way over to Hyunseung quickly, pinning Hyunseung on the refrigerator. Hyunseung gasped in surprise but Junhyung took that opportunity to let his tongue slip inside Hyunseung’s mouth, not letting Hyunseung dominate for even one moment. His hands expertly undid the knot of Hyunseung’s apron and let it fall to the ground, his mouth not once leaving Hyunseung’s. He could feel Hyunseung smile against his lips. All of those wicked ideas inside Junhyung’s head were pouring out now. On the kitchen counter? So be it. He hoisted Hyunseung up and they both pulled away, gasping for breath and smiling like crazy.
“So the the deal is still on, right?” Junhyung wheezed, trying to catch his breath.
“Well, I did say ‘after we bake the cake’…” Hyunseung mumbled in between kisses. “And the cake’s in the oven as we speak. So you could expect a great night, yeah.”
Hyunseung laughed and pressed Junhyung’s lips to his own, hard and messy. He entangled his hands into Junhyung’s once sleek hair, ruffling it and grasping, bringing Junhyung closer. They parted for a moment and Junhyung is up on the kitchen counter with him, now on all fours and licking his lips, thinking what he should be doing first. But Hyunseung pulled him down quick and hard and now Hyunseung was the one on top, straddling Junhyung.
“Holy shit!”
They both turned to the kitchen door and saw Yoseob, eyes freakishly large and his mouth gaping open. Doojoon stood next to him, looking surprised but not as freaked out as Yoseob. He got over it fast though He laughed and covered Yoseob’s eyes as he ushered the past-blonde outside of the kitchen. “Come on, Seobie, this is PG-13,” he chuckled. “And it’s about to turn R very soon.”
Junhyung chuckled too, not caring, whereas Hyunseung’s face was on fire with embarrassment seeping through his veins.
“Now where were we?” Junhyung said, reminding Hyunseung of their reason being on the kitchen counter.
Hyunseung laughed and held Junhyung firmly in place. “Next stop, heaven.”
***
“I am so getting take out for breakfast tomorrow,” Yoseob declared.
“Copy that,” Doojoon nodded beside him. They took out a pen and a piece of paper, getting ready to make a long list of excuses for the soon expected neighbors.
a/n: this is about as close as I can get to smut. :D
comments are love, and thankyou for reading! <3
Author: vennarashii
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Junseung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's new year's eve. Junhyung and Hyunseung get the task of making a cake, but all Junhyung wants to do doesn't involve cake and involves Hyunseung. So, they make a deal.
a/n: I'm BACK! OHMYGOD. exams are finally OVER!~ have a lot of catching up to do. :)
so this story is part of a series~ yeay! at least it's like kind of a series. teehee. there'll be 3 more stories. (dooseob&kiwoon, yeay otp's ^^) they all happen in the same time: new year's eve. hot junseung first! :D
The sound of Hyunseung’s squeaking shoes echoed in the aisles of the supermarket he was currently residing in. He picked up a bag of flour from the racks, trying to remember if it was the right kind of flour Doojoon had told him to buy.
“Can I help you, mister?”
Hyunseung jumped a little when he felt someone breathe in his ear, the fresh smell of peppermint tickling his nostrils. He turned around to find Junhyung and his sleek brown hair, wearing a black-and white sweater with studs, a pair of skinny acid-washed jeans that clung tightly to his skinny legs; and some red-and white nike sneakers (which he then noticed to be his). The said boy smiled at him and pressed his warm lips against Hyunseung’s cheeks sweetly before dumping the contents of his arms into the basket Hyunseung was carrying - sugar, baking soda, a carton of milk, margarine, Doritos, and a half dozen of beers.
“Beer?” Hyunseung’s eyes narrowed. “Come on Junhyung, we’re making a cake tonight.”
“Well we don’t have to drink the beer tonight, do we baby?” Junhyung defended. He smiled, that slight smile that only tugged at one corner of his mouth always managed to make Hyunseung melt. He kept that little fact to himself, turning away before Junhyung’s charms got to him even more. Hyunseung picked up another bag of flour and compared it to the one already in his hand, trying to make his decision. “Cake flour or all purpose?” He wondered aloud.
Hyunseung felt familiar strong hands squeeze his shoulder. He turned to see Junhyung with his chin resting on Hyunseung’s shoulder, peeking in at what Hyunseung was doing. Hyunseung presented him with his dilemma.
“Which one?” Hyunseung asked, half-begging for a solution. Junhyung squinted, examining the items in Hyunseung’s hand. He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not sure, Seungie.”
Hyunseung whined loudly at the answer. His cheeks puffed slightly as he stared at the two bags of flour in his hands which were still awaiting his decision. “Ugggghhhh, I really don’t know! Doojoon will kill me if I buy the wrong flour. But he didn’t write the type of flour on the list anyway so it’s kind of his fault too but I really don’t feel like going back if-mmhhh.”
Hyunseung’s long list of rattles was silenced as Junhyung kissed him full on the lips, slow and sweet. Junhyung took his time, letting his fingers play with the lock of hair that stuck out of Hyunseung’s black beanie. Hyunseung leaned in closer, moaning slightly into the kiss when Junhyung’s tongue licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He granted it permission without too much thinking and let Junhyung’s hot tongue roam as much as he liked inside Hyunseung’s cavern. Junhyung pressed Hyunseung to the racks behind him, making his elbow bump a box of cereal which successfully hit the ground with a loud thud-which made him realize where they were and what they were doing exactly. He pulled away, lips slightly swollen and breath hitching.
“Shht, Junhyung,” He hissed, rearranging his cardigan which Junhyung managed to slip his hand into. “We’re in public”
“So?” Junhyung’s mouth curved up into a mischievous smile. “You were so adorable, cupcake, all confused like that. Couldn’t help it.”
Hyunseung’s cheeks flushed as he snatched one of the bags of flour he dropped during their short make out session-all-purpose flour better be good, Doojoon-and threw it into the basket beneath their feet. “Come on, Junhyung, we’ve gotta get a move on.”
The dancer started to walk through the aisle, taking out his shopiing list. “Eggs, check. Flour, baking soda, vanilla essence… ah, didn’t get that one yet. Hey Junnie, do you think we need some-Shhhhhhiiittttttt.”
Hyunseung muffled the moan that was about halfway throughout his mouth as he felt Junhyung’s tongue run around his ear, and he was so very sure Junhyung was about to, oh he just did it, he just nibbled on his soft spot, right behind his ear. The spot he hated but Junhyung loved oh so very much. Hyunseung quickly pulled away, sure that his cheeks were about the same shade as a tomato. The sound of Junhyung chuckling ringing in his ears made his cheeks turn even warmer. Junhyung embraced him from behind, one arm snaked around his waist and another around his chest, holding him tightly. Hyunseung sighed, annoyed at Junhyung though he couldn’t help smiling because he is such a sucker. A sucker for Junhyung. Fuck being in a public place. He rested his head on Junhyung’s shoulder, letting him have this moment.
“God, you really can’t keep your hands off of me, can you.” Hyunseung felt Junhyung smile behind him.
“I know,” Junhyung mumbled in Hyunseung’s neck.
“You seem addicted to me.”
“Well you are my drug.”
“Let’s get going, we’ve got a cake to make.”
”I’m not really in the mood to make a cake,” Junhyung admitted, grabbing Hyunseung’s chin, turning him around so they faced each other. “I’d rather spend new year’s eve with you.”
“I know, Junnie baby, but that’s our task. The rest are cleaning up the dorm, and I know how much you hate cleaning.”
They spent another moment like that, just the two of them holding each other under the overly bright neon lights of the luckily deserted supermarket.
“Come on Junnie, let’s go.”
“No.”
“Yong Junhyung.” Hyunseung tried to be tough this time, making his tone firm.
“Nooooo,” Junhyung whined softly in Hyunseung’s ear, making him shiver slightly. So much for tough. Hyunseung sighed, trying to think of a way to get Junhyung in the spirit of making a cake.
Lightbulb.
“Hey Junnie, how about we make a deal?” Hyunseung offered, turning around to face Junhyung. Junhyung’s ears perked up. “What deal?”
“Well, I can’t possibly make a cake alone without you, so if you help me make the cake tonight….” Hyunseung’s eyes roamed around Junhyung’s body, up and down. He traced a finger from Junhyung’ lips, all the way down to his chest. He gave a playful push and kept eye contact, feeling Junhyung’s interest. Hyunseung smirked at his victory. “I’ll promise you a great new year’s night.”
Junhyung gulped audibly, feeling something down there getting hard. The last time Hyunseung had promised him a great night, the rest of the beast members had to give out lame excuses to the neighbors that asked about the noise coming from their dorm. Junhyung nodded quickly without giving too much thought. “Okay, deal.”
Hyunseung smirked once again. “Okay, deal. And by helping it means you help me, without any kissing, licking, teasing, seducing or any of the sort while we are baking, until the cake is baked. Deal it is.”
Junhyung’s eyes followed Hyunseung who walked past him, leaving him alone to think. “Wait, what? No kissing? Teasing? Whaaat? Seungie! No! Seungieeee!”
*****
With Doojoon and Yoseob busy cleaning the dorm in silence (they were having one of those love quarrels) and Dongwoon and Kikwang nowhere to be seen, their dorm was pretty much silent. Hyunseung headed straight for the kitchen and started to unload the groceries, setting them on top of the counter. He shoved a bag into Junhyung’s arms and told him to start unloading too. Junhyung agreed reluctantly, starting to take out the groceries inside the bags.
“Hey Junnie, could you help me with his?”
Junhyung looked up and Hyunseung was putting on a-what was that? Oh, an apron. And it turns out he needs help to tie the back of it. Okay. So Junhyung helped him tie the knot. “A little tighter,” Hyunseung says, and Junhyung tightens the knot. He steps back and feels his heart skip a beat.
Hyunseung was beautiful. There he was, Hyunseung with his big doe-eyes examining the recipe in his hand, his hair messy due to the beanie he was previously wearing. He had taken off his cardigan, leaving him with a v-neck shirt that showed the milky skin Junhyung was craving to touch. Junhyung half regretted that he tied the apron so tight, because it was now showing off Hyunseung’s perfectly slender figure which was poisoning Junhyung’s thoughts right now with all those savage ideas of what Junhyung wants to do with it.
“Come on Junhyung, help me out here!”
Junhyung was brought back to earth and saw Hyunseung cracking eggs, motioning him for help. He had to gulp down everything though. A deal’s a deal, he thought to himself.
They had cracked eggs, measured the flour, and added the margarine and milk and all those other stuff for flavor then mixed it all together. They had made the kitchen appear as if a tornado had just blew in there and managed to create something sticky, runny and colored light-cream chocolate yellowy along the way, which they both preferred to call it as a ‘cake mixture’.
And so far, Junhyung had managed to hold on throughout all those moments that Hyunseung was being… being… well, irresistible. The way Hyunseung giggled as Junhyung cracked the eggs with failure, Hyunseung’s big doe-eyes staring innocently at him as he explained how to use the mixer, the way his lips curved up into the sweetest smile in the world that had made Junhyung practically grab on to the kitchen counter to prevent himself from kissing those soft pink lips. He had screamed out loud, “God, Hyunseung! Stop torturing me!” And Hyunseung just laughed that angelic yet devilish laugh and kept on whisking the eggs. “Patience, Junnie. After we bake the cake.” Junhyung was on the verge of going crazy, he could feel the lust burning inside him, the need to get Hyunseung on a bed and just fuck him senseless.
“Shouldn’t we be putting this in an oven about now?” Junhyung asked, trying to distract his mind once again from his roaming thoughts.
“Yeah, I guess so. We’re pretty much done… Wait, let me taste it first.” Hyunseung dipped his index finger into the mixture and licked it, absorbing the taste of it. Junhyung could not avert his gaze from Hyunseung’s tongue, imagining that very same tongue licking some part of his body…
“Okay, it’s good to go!” Hyunseung stated cheerily. “Wow, I think we did a good job. Just preheat the oven, Jun. 180 is good.”
Junhyung did as he was told and set the oven. They started cleaning up, grabbing a rag and mop and started to wipe all things that spilled around them.
“Hey Seung, put the milk inside the fridge, will you? It’ll spoil,” Junhyung remarked. “Okay,” came the reply. Hyunseung opened the fridge and gave a little squeal. “Wow, cherries! Okay, correction, cherry, there’s only one left. Can I eat it, Junhyung?” He asked eagerly. Junhyung just nodded, not wanting to look at Hyunseung (to avoid sudden loss of control over his body).
Junhyung continued his effort to concentrate on wiping off the dough that was literally everywhere on the counter and stove, but the loud and inviting moan that just came out of Hyunseung’s mouth made that thought go away for sure. He jerked his head to the right and saw Hyunseung savoring the cherry in his mouth, the red juice oozing out of the cherry staining his beautiful lips. Junhyung clenched his teeth, his brain going fuzzy. He felt his buddy down there go about more than half hard at the sight. It didn’t help when Hyunseung licked the juice on his fingers once again, sucking on his thumb that had particularly gotten more share of the juice than the other fingers.
That’s when Junhyung lost all control.
In one swift movement he opened the oven door, hoping that it was already hot enough and threw the mixture inside. He slammed the door and made his way over to Hyunseung quickly, pinning Hyunseung on the refrigerator. Hyunseung gasped in surprise but Junhyung took that opportunity to let his tongue slip inside Hyunseung’s mouth, not letting Hyunseung dominate for even one moment. His hands expertly undid the knot of Hyunseung’s apron and let it fall to the ground, his mouth not once leaving Hyunseung’s. He could feel Hyunseung smile against his lips. All of those wicked ideas inside Junhyung’s head were pouring out now. On the kitchen counter? So be it. He hoisted Hyunseung up and they both pulled away, gasping for breath and smiling like crazy.
“So the the deal is still on, right?” Junhyung wheezed, trying to catch his breath.
“Well, I did say ‘after we bake the cake’…” Hyunseung mumbled in between kisses. “And the cake’s in the oven as we speak. So you could expect a great night, yeah.”
Hyunseung laughed and pressed Junhyung’s lips to his own, hard and messy. He entangled his hands into Junhyung’s once sleek hair, ruffling it and grasping, bringing Junhyung closer. They parted for a moment and Junhyung is up on the kitchen counter with him, now on all fours and licking his lips, thinking what he should be doing first. But Hyunseung pulled him down quick and hard and now Hyunseung was the one on top, straddling Junhyung.
“Holy shit!”
They both turned to the kitchen door and saw Yoseob, eyes freakishly large and his mouth gaping open. Doojoon stood next to him, looking surprised but not as freaked out as Yoseob. He got over it fast though He laughed and covered Yoseob’s eyes as he ushered the past-blonde outside of the kitchen. “Come on, Seobie, this is PG-13,” he chuckled. “And it’s about to turn R very soon.”
Junhyung chuckled too, not caring, whereas Hyunseung’s face was on fire with embarrassment seeping through his veins.
“Now where were we?” Junhyung said, reminding Hyunseung of their reason being on the kitchen counter.
Hyunseung laughed and held Junhyung firmly in place. “Next stop, heaven.”
***
“I am so getting take out for breakfast tomorrow,” Yoseob declared.
“Copy that,” Doojoon nodded beside him. They took out a pen and a piece of paper, getting ready to make a long list of excuses for the soon expected neighbors.
a/n: this is about as close as I can get to smut. :D
comments are love, and thankyou for reading! <3