Drunken Debauchery
Title: “Drunken Debauchery”
Pairing: JiYong/YoungBae, TOP/DaeSung
Rating: R (Sexual content and language)
Summary: SeungRi’s boredom causes the members of Big Bang to play a dangerous drinking game. JiYong and YoungBae’s relationship will be changed forever.
Authors Note: This is in response to a prompt given by patra86 regarding YoungBae giving JiYong a lap dance. Unfortunately the actual lap dance in this fic makes up a very small portion of the overall story. I had a really hard time describing YoungBae dancing.
And I also don’t name the song he’s dancing to because I couldn’t think of one without really stopping and working it over my head. I was too afraid to lose my muse and decided to go with finishing the story and not putting it off until I’d found a proper song.
***
Throwing all caution out the window, SeungRi placed himself directly in front of the television set with his arms spread outwards. There were probably smarter ways to handle the current situation, but the youngest Big Bang member had let boredom fog his senses.
“Come on, we don’t have anything on the schedule tomorrow. Let’s play,” SeungRi coaxed. Even in the oncoming threat of infinite danger, SeungRi held his ground with iron resolve.
“Ya, what’s gotten into you? Get out of the way,” SeungHyun mumbled, scooting himself further down on the couch to see around SeungRi’s body.
“Don’t you want to have fun tonight? When’s the last time we’ve had two days off in a row?” SeungRi tried to convince the rapper using his baby’s voice without shame.
“We are having fun. Move,” JiYong growled, throwing the pillow he’d been hugging at the youngest member of their group.
“We own this DVD, we can watch it anytime. Don’t waste tonight like this,” SeungRi snapped while catching the cushion with relative ease. Stomping one foot in frustration, SeungRi reached behind him to pause the film that was currently playing.
A chorus of moaning and complaints arose from the trio sprawled on the couch. SeungRi fought the urge to snicker and simply held his ground. Crossing his arms across his chest, he couldn’t help but feel a bit smug about himself. They were all going to play the game or SeungRi would die trying.
“And we own that pack of beer. We can drink it anytime we want,” YoungBae retorted, shaking his head in disapproval.
“Besides, DaeSung isn’t even here. We should drink when he’s around,” SeungHyun groaned, too lazy to reach for the remote that was just out of his grasp. The older rapper nudged JiYong with his elbow and pointed to the remote but JiYong simply pretended not to notice.
“I asked DaeSung if we could drink without him tonight and he said it was cool,” SeungRi stated with annoyance. Picking up the 24 pack of OB Lager, the youngest member of Big Bang cradled the beer in his arms as if it were a child.
“Come ‘on please?” SeungRi pouted, dangling the lager in front of the wary trio in front of him using it like a lure.
“I’m tired of listening to him beg. Let’s just get it over with,” SeungHyun finally gave in. Following the rapper’s resignation, SeungRi’s face bloomed into a grin and the boy pumped one fist in the air while letting out a loud whoop.
SeungHyun merely shook his head and sighed.
“I don’t want to play. We shouldn’t be drinking anyways,” YoungBae complained, looking at JiYong for support.
“You’re not going to quit until you get your way, are you?” JiYong cautiously asked the celebrating SeungRi. The youngest member nodded his head vigorously in agreement. JiYong threw his hands in the air and exhaled loudly.
“Let’s just get it over with then,” JiYong muttered.
YoungBae glared at the group leader for caving in so easily. JiYong merely shrugged in defense.
“I’ll team with SeungHyun,” SeungRi winked. SeungHyun faked a gag.
“Fine,” YoungBae gave in eyeing JiYong. “You better not suck.”
***
“Uh JiYong, that wasn’t even in the right direction,” YoungBae criticized with a hint of defeat in his voice. JiYong had missed every single shot he’d taken so far and they were close to losing. Behind already by four cups, this was a downhill battle.
Beer pong was clearly not JiYong’s forte.
The R&B singer nudged the taller boy away and took careful aim with his ping pong ball. Closing one eye, YoungBae carefully judged the distance before launching the small white ball with a flick of his wrist.
The ping pong ball hit the edge of the red plastic cup and bounced harmlessly away. SeungRi and SeungHyun cheered obnoxiously.
“You missed too,” JiYong shot back, punching YoungBae in the shoulder.
“But I haven’t missed every single shot,” the shorter boy countered, rubbing where JiYong had hit him. YoungBae raised one eyebrow questioningly when JiYong stuck out his tongue at him.
“Are you drunk?”
“No!” JiYong shouted back defensively. YoungBae opened his mouth to say something but SeungRi interrupted him.
“Quiet down already, it’s our turn,” SeungRi whined.
Dunking one of the ping pong balls in a cup of water before putting himself into position, SeungRi chewed on his bottom lip as he focused his mark.
“You’re not going to make it,” JiYong forewarned, taunting SeungRi with words. SeungHyun shushed the group leader.
Bending his knees, the youngest member of the group drew back his hand and launched the ball in an underhand shot. The ball neatly found its mark and splashed inside the beer filled cup drawing another round of cheering from SeungRi’s team.
“Oh fricken yeah,” SeungRi howled, throwing up his signature victory v.
“Can’t touch this,” SeungHyun roared, flipping his hood over his head and striking a gangster pose.
YoungBae shook his head in resentment and fished the ball out of the red plastic cup with a sigh. Rolling the ping pong ball back to SeungHyun for their team’s second shot, YoungBae turned to JiYong in order to hand him the cup of beer.
“It’s your turn to dri…what are you doing?” YoungBae stopped to ask in mid sentence. The R&B singer quixotically watched as JiYong took a hearty gulp of beer from a can that hadn’t been open a few seconds ago.
“I’m drinking. Duh,” JiYong replied.
“I can tell your drinking, but why are you drinking that? You’re supposed to just drink the cups they make it in to,” YoungBae lectured.
“They’re taking too long,” JiYong informed.
“The object of the game is to make them drink,” YoungBae groaned, smacking himself on the forehead.
“What’s the big deal, we don’t have anything on the schedule tomorrow,” JiYong slurred, mirroring what SeungRi had said at the beginning of the night. JiYong gave the maknae a thumbs up.
“That’s right hyung,” the youngest chirped innocently. YoungBae glared daggers at SeungRi.
SeungHyun in the meantime started lining himself up for his shot. If he made this in, it’d be game over for JiYong and YoungBae. The rapper carefully weighed his options on how to throw the ball before he decided on an overhand shot.
SeungHyun threw the ball a bit short of the actual cup and watched as the ping pong ball bounced off the hard surface of the table and launched into the beer laden cup.
Another round of obnoxious celebrating erupted from SeungRi’s team. YoungBae watched with loathing eyes as SeungHyun began beat boxing and SeungRi started comically rapping to the beat.
“You lost YoungBae,” JiYong blamed, stabbing the R&B singer in the chest with his index finger.
“Me?” YoungBae croaked in disbelief.
“Yes. You missed all your shots,” JiYong accused, raising his voice.
“Hyung that was you,” SeungRi corrected, snickering.
“Oh. Was it?” JiYong asked his voice faltering. The leader of Big Bang scratched the back of his head in confusion.
“It doesn’t matter, you guys have to drink that last cup and finish all of ours,” SeungRi teased. He was genuinely enjoying the fact that he’d managed to get JiYong trashed and YoungBae all riled up.
“And you both have to do one dare we pick. Those were the rules,” SeungHyun reminded the losing team with a trademark smirk.
“Fine. Rules are rules,” YoungBae acknowledged.
Gathering the remaining beer cups, YoungBae began portioning them evenly between himself and JiYong before picking up a cup and drinking down its contents. Closing his eyes, YoungBae drank cup after cup in rapid sequence, tossing each cup into a garbage bag as he finished.
JiYong on the other hand was spilling more beer down his chin then he was actually drinking. When the taller boy finished, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and wolfishly grinned.
“I don’t feel a thing,” JiYong proudly announced while holding onto the ledge of the table to stabilize himself.
“Yeah, okay,” YoungBae sarcastically replied.
“Now we just have to think of a dare,” SeungRi looked to SeungHyun who seemed to be deeply entrenched in shrewd thought. The older rapper was clearly enjoying this as much as he was.
But just as SeungRi was beginning to conceive of an entertaining idea, the sound of the front door rattling distracted all their attention.
***
“Who’s that?” YoungBae asked at the sound of the door opening.
“It’s me,” DaeSung’s voice sounded off in the distance. SeungHyun’s attention immediately snapped towards the sound of the voice like a shark on a blood trail. They could hear DaeSung toss his duffel bag on the floor and yank his shoes off in the foyer.
“Is my baby home?” SeungHyun squawked.
“Yes,” DaeSung’s called out, his head popping out from around the corner.
“How were the rehearsals?” YoungBae asked, genuinely pleased see the browned haired boy.
“They were okay. Probably no where near the amount of fun you guys were having,” DaeSung chuckled. The empty cups and sprawling beer cans were probably a testament to DaeSung’s statement.
“You’d actually be surprised,” YoungBae mumbled bitterly, nudging his chin in the direction of a wavering JiYong. DaeSung only laughed in reply, a lopsided smile plastered on his face.
“Come ‘on, you must be tired Dae,” SeungHyun wrapped his arm around Rum Tum’s waist and pulled the svelte boy towards his room. DaeSung didn’t protest as SeungHyun led him away.
“Yeah I’m way too tired to do anything tonight,” DaeSung hinted, tossing SeungHyun a wary glance.
“Hyung, what about the dare?” SeungRi shouted after the oldest member.
“You think of something creative,” the rapper shouted back before promptly disappearing around the corner with DaeSung in tow.
***
“Hell no,” YoungBae growled. Crossing his arms across his chest, the R&B singer refused to budge.
“Why not? What’s the big deal, it’ll be funny,” SeungRi retorted.
“I’m not giving JiYong a lap dance, that’s ridiculously out of the question,” YoungBae shot back.
“You already agreed to the rules and the rule says I get to pick the dare,” SeungRi fought back. JiYong watched the fierce exchange with relative amusement.
“Whatever, I’m not doing it. End of story,” YoungBae quipped before storming off to his room.
“Geeze, why’s he so uptight today,” SeungRi questioned. JiYong merely shrugged.
***
“So?” JiYong inquired as he watched YoungBae get ready for bed.
“So what?” YoungBae asked.
“What’s wrong with giving me a lap dance,” JiYong interrogated quietly.
“There’s nothing wrong… it’s just… awkward I guess,” YoungBae replied softly, feeling heat crawl up to his cheeks.
“You’ve danced in front of thousands of people while lifting your shirt up and stuff. So what’s so awkward about a lap dance with me,” JiYong continued to investigate with surprising sobriety.
“It’s different. I don’t know,” YoungBae scratched the back of his head. “Besides, you don’t even want one.”
“How do you know?” JiYong shot back without missing a beat or blinking an eyelash.
When YoungBae turned to fix his gaze on JiYong inquisitively, the leader of Big Bang stuttered incoherently. JiYong sat on the edge of his bed and nibbled on the bottom of his lip.
“I… err… I mean. You know. Because yeah. Rules are… rules,” JiYong’s voice trailed off as he turned his head to avoid YoungBae’s gaze. It was hard to tell if JiYong was blushing due to the fact that he was already red from the alcohol.
Closing the gap between himself and JiYong steadily, YoungBae reached out and grasped JiYong by the chin. Tilting his head up to unite their gaze, YoungBae stared intensely into JiYong’s eyes.
“What are you doing?” JiYong stammered.
“Don’t play with fire. You don’t know what you’re getting into” YoungBae smirked. And in the matter of a second, the place of prey and predator had been switched. Brushing a thumb over JiYong’s cheek, YoungBae relished in the small shudder that traveled down the shorter boy’s body. There was a clear level of anticipation here.
“YoungBae…” JiYong’s voice shook in disorientation.
Breaking contact, YoungBae walked over to his computer and navigated into a few folders before finding what he wanted. Clicking on the MP3 file, YoungBae adjusted the volume of the speakers just a touch higher.
When the music began to flow, YoungBae allowed himself to get lost in the rhythm. Slowly closing the distance once more, YoungBae matched a beat with a step until he found himself right in front of a bewildered JiYong.
Using his knee to separate and create a gap between JiYong’s legs, YoungBae placed his right knee on that gap and brought his upper body dangerously close to JiYong’s torso. Rolling his upper body in a perfectly sensual wave on beat with the music, YoungBae began grinding their bodies together with each roll and arch of his back.
“Bae…” JiYong stammered something incoherent and ended up with YoungBae’s index finger pressed tightly against his lips.
“Just watch,” YoungBae commanded as he pushed JiYong back, making the shorter boy fall back onto his elbows on the bed.
Pushing himself up and off the bed with the knee he’d been using as an anchor, YoungBae stood in front of JiYong and hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his dark denim jeans and rolled his lips to the sway of the music.
Thrusting his hips forward, YoungBae smiled innocently, observing JiYong’s unconcealed desire.
“I don’t want to watch,” JiYong whispered.
Pulling himself off the bed, JiYong grasped YoungBae’s wife beater and tugged the shorter boy closer. Tilting his head to the side, JiYong smashed his lips against YoungBae hard enough to bruise.
Caught off guard, YoungBae stood rigid until the sensation began washing over him. Returning the kiss with unhindered enthusiasm, the two boys wrestled with their tongues, exploring the warm caverns of their mouths until their lungs cried out for air.
When they finally broke to breathe, JiYong found himself panting, his eyes devouring YoungBae in lust.
“I like the fire. I know exactly what I’m getting into,” JiYong whispered before biting YoungBae’s bottom lip and tugging on the flesh.
The shorter boy merely grinned.
Pairing: JiYong/YoungBae, TOP/DaeSung
Rating: R (Sexual content and language)
Summary: SeungRi’s boredom causes the members of Big Bang to play a dangerous drinking game. JiYong and YoungBae’s relationship will be changed forever.
Authors Note: This is in response to a prompt given by patra86 regarding YoungBae giving JiYong a lap dance. Unfortunately the actual lap dance in this fic makes up a very small portion of the overall story. I had a really hard time describing YoungBae dancing.
And I also don’t name the song he’s dancing to because I couldn’t think of one without really stopping and working it over my head. I was too afraid to lose my muse and decided to go with finishing the story and not putting it off until I’d found a proper song.
***
Throwing all caution out the window, SeungRi placed himself directly in front of the television set with his arms spread outwards. There were probably smarter ways to handle the current situation, but the youngest Big Bang member had let boredom fog his senses.
“Come on, we don’t have anything on the schedule tomorrow. Let’s play,” SeungRi coaxed. Even in the oncoming threat of infinite danger, SeungRi held his ground with iron resolve.
“Ya, what’s gotten into you? Get out of the way,” SeungHyun mumbled, scooting himself further down on the couch to see around SeungRi’s body.
“Don’t you want to have fun tonight? When’s the last time we’ve had two days off in a row?” SeungRi tried to convince the rapper using his baby’s voice without shame.
“We are having fun. Move,” JiYong growled, throwing the pillow he’d been hugging at the youngest member of their group.
“We own this DVD, we can watch it anytime. Don’t waste tonight like this,” SeungRi snapped while catching the cushion with relative ease. Stomping one foot in frustration, SeungRi reached behind him to pause the film that was currently playing.
A chorus of moaning and complaints arose from the trio sprawled on the couch. SeungRi fought the urge to snicker and simply held his ground. Crossing his arms across his chest, he couldn’t help but feel a bit smug about himself. They were all going to play the game or SeungRi would die trying.
“And we own that pack of beer. We can drink it anytime we want,” YoungBae retorted, shaking his head in disapproval.
“Besides, DaeSung isn’t even here. We should drink when he’s around,” SeungHyun groaned, too lazy to reach for the remote that was just out of his grasp. The older rapper nudged JiYong with his elbow and pointed to the remote but JiYong simply pretended not to notice.
“I asked DaeSung if we could drink without him tonight and he said it was cool,” SeungRi stated with annoyance. Picking up the 24 pack of OB Lager, the youngest member of Big Bang cradled the beer in his arms as if it were a child.
“Come ‘on please?” SeungRi pouted, dangling the lager in front of the wary trio in front of him using it like a lure.
“I’m tired of listening to him beg. Let’s just get it over with,” SeungHyun finally gave in. Following the rapper’s resignation, SeungRi’s face bloomed into a grin and the boy pumped one fist in the air while letting out a loud whoop.
SeungHyun merely shook his head and sighed.
“I don’t want to play. We shouldn’t be drinking anyways,” YoungBae complained, looking at JiYong for support.
“You’re not going to quit until you get your way, are you?” JiYong cautiously asked the celebrating SeungRi. The youngest member nodded his head vigorously in agreement. JiYong threw his hands in the air and exhaled loudly.
“Let’s just get it over with then,” JiYong muttered.
YoungBae glared at the group leader for caving in so easily. JiYong merely shrugged in defense.
“I’ll team with SeungHyun,” SeungRi winked. SeungHyun faked a gag.
“Fine,” YoungBae gave in eyeing JiYong. “You better not suck.”
***
“Uh JiYong, that wasn’t even in the right direction,” YoungBae criticized with a hint of defeat in his voice. JiYong had missed every single shot he’d taken so far and they were close to losing. Behind already by four cups, this was a downhill battle.
Beer pong was clearly not JiYong’s forte.
The R&B singer nudged the taller boy away and took careful aim with his ping pong ball. Closing one eye, YoungBae carefully judged the distance before launching the small white ball with a flick of his wrist.
The ping pong ball hit the edge of the red plastic cup and bounced harmlessly away. SeungRi and SeungHyun cheered obnoxiously.
“You missed too,” JiYong shot back, punching YoungBae in the shoulder.
“But I haven’t missed every single shot,” the shorter boy countered, rubbing where JiYong had hit him. YoungBae raised one eyebrow questioningly when JiYong stuck out his tongue at him.
“Are you drunk?”
“No!” JiYong shouted back defensively. YoungBae opened his mouth to say something but SeungRi interrupted him.
“Quiet down already, it’s our turn,” SeungRi whined.
Dunking one of the ping pong balls in a cup of water before putting himself into position, SeungRi chewed on his bottom lip as he focused his mark.
“You’re not going to make it,” JiYong forewarned, taunting SeungRi with words. SeungHyun shushed the group leader.
Bending his knees, the youngest member of the group drew back his hand and launched the ball in an underhand shot. The ball neatly found its mark and splashed inside the beer filled cup drawing another round of cheering from SeungRi’s team.
“Oh fricken yeah,” SeungRi howled, throwing up his signature victory v.
“Can’t touch this,” SeungHyun roared, flipping his hood over his head and striking a gangster pose.
YoungBae shook his head in resentment and fished the ball out of the red plastic cup with a sigh. Rolling the ping pong ball back to SeungHyun for their team’s second shot, YoungBae turned to JiYong in order to hand him the cup of beer.
“It’s your turn to dri…what are you doing?” YoungBae stopped to ask in mid sentence. The R&B singer quixotically watched as JiYong took a hearty gulp of beer from a can that hadn’t been open a few seconds ago.
“I’m drinking. Duh,” JiYong replied.
“I can tell your drinking, but why are you drinking that? You’re supposed to just drink the cups they make it in to,” YoungBae lectured.
“They’re taking too long,” JiYong informed.
“The object of the game is to make them drink,” YoungBae groaned, smacking himself on the forehead.
“What’s the big deal, we don’t have anything on the schedule tomorrow,” JiYong slurred, mirroring what SeungRi had said at the beginning of the night. JiYong gave the maknae a thumbs up.
“That’s right hyung,” the youngest chirped innocently. YoungBae glared daggers at SeungRi.
SeungHyun in the meantime started lining himself up for his shot. If he made this in, it’d be game over for JiYong and YoungBae. The rapper carefully weighed his options on how to throw the ball before he decided on an overhand shot.
SeungHyun threw the ball a bit short of the actual cup and watched as the ping pong ball bounced off the hard surface of the table and launched into the beer laden cup.
Another round of obnoxious celebrating erupted from SeungRi’s team. YoungBae watched with loathing eyes as SeungHyun began beat boxing and SeungRi started comically rapping to the beat.
“You lost YoungBae,” JiYong blamed, stabbing the R&B singer in the chest with his index finger.
“Me?” YoungBae croaked in disbelief.
“Yes. You missed all your shots,” JiYong accused, raising his voice.
“Hyung that was you,” SeungRi corrected, snickering.
“Oh. Was it?” JiYong asked his voice faltering. The leader of Big Bang scratched the back of his head in confusion.
“It doesn’t matter, you guys have to drink that last cup and finish all of ours,” SeungRi teased. He was genuinely enjoying the fact that he’d managed to get JiYong trashed and YoungBae all riled up.
“And you both have to do one dare we pick. Those were the rules,” SeungHyun reminded the losing team with a trademark smirk.
“Fine. Rules are rules,” YoungBae acknowledged.
Gathering the remaining beer cups, YoungBae began portioning them evenly between himself and JiYong before picking up a cup and drinking down its contents. Closing his eyes, YoungBae drank cup after cup in rapid sequence, tossing each cup into a garbage bag as he finished.
JiYong on the other hand was spilling more beer down his chin then he was actually drinking. When the taller boy finished, he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and wolfishly grinned.
“I don’t feel a thing,” JiYong proudly announced while holding onto the ledge of the table to stabilize himself.
“Yeah, okay,” YoungBae sarcastically replied.
“Now we just have to think of a dare,” SeungRi looked to SeungHyun who seemed to be deeply entrenched in shrewd thought. The older rapper was clearly enjoying this as much as he was.
But just as SeungRi was beginning to conceive of an entertaining idea, the sound of the front door rattling distracted all their attention.
***
“Who’s that?” YoungBae asked at the sound of the door opening.
“It’s me,” DaeSung’s voice sounded off in the distance. SeungHyun’s attention immediately snapped towards the sound of the voice like a shark on a blood trail. They could hear DaeSung toss his duffel bag on the floor and yank his shoes off in the foyer.
“Is my baby home?” SeungHyun squawked.
“Yes,” DaeSung’s called out, his head popping out from around the corner.
“How were the rehearsals?” YoungBae asked, genuinely pleased see the browned haired boy.
“They were okay. Probably no where near the amount of fun you guys were having,” DaeSung chuckled. The empty cups and sprawling beer cans were probably a testament to DaeSung’s statement.
“You’d actually be surprised,” YoungBae mumbled bitterly, nudging his chin in the direction of a wavering JiYong. DaeSung only laughed in reply, a lopsided smile plastered on his face.
“Come ‘on, you must be tired Dae,” SeungHyun wrapped his arm around Rum Tum’s waist and pulled the svelte boy towards his room. DaeSung didn’t protest as SeungHyun led him away.
“Yeah I’m way too tired to do anything tonight,” DaeSung hinted, tossing SeungHyun a wary glance.
“Hyung, what about the dare?” SeungRi shouted after the oldest member.
“You think of something creative,” the rapper shouted back before promptly disappearing around the corner with DaeSung in tow.
***
“Hell no,” YoungBae growled. Crossing his arms across his chest, the R&B singer refused to budge.
“Why not? What’s the big deal, it’ll be funny,” SeungRi retorted.
“I’m not giving JiYong a lap dance, that’s ridiculously out of the question,” YoungBae shot back.
“You already agreed to the rules and the rule says I get to pick the dare,” SeungRi fought back. JiYong watched the fierce exchange with relative amusement.
“Whatever, I’m not doing it. End of story,” YoungBae quipped before storming off to his room.
“Geeze, why’s he so uptight today,” SeungRi questioned. JiYong merely shrugged.
***
“So?” JiYong inquired as he watched YoungBae get ready for bed.
“So what?” YoungBae asked.
“What’s wrong with giving me a lap dance,” JiYong interrogated quietly.
“There’s nothing wrong… it’s just… awkward I guess,” YoungBae replied softly, feeling heat crawl up to his cheeks.
“You’ve danced in front of thousands of people while lifting your shirt up and stuff. So what’s so awkward about a lap dance with me,” JiYong continued to investigate with surprising sobriety.
“It’s different. I don’t know,” YoungBae scratched the back of his head. “Besides, you don’t even want one.”
“How do you know?” JiYong shot back without missing a beat or blinking an eyelash.
When YoungBae turned to fix his gaze on JiYong inquisitively, the leader of Big Bang stuttered incoherently. JiYong sat on the edge of his bed and nibbled on the bottom of his lip.
“I… err… I mean. You know. Because yeah. Rules are… rules,” JiYong’s voice trailed off as he turned his head to avoid YoungBae’s gaze. It was hard to tell if JiYong was blushing due to the fact that he was already red from the alcohol.
Closing the gap between himself and JiYong steadily, YoungBae reached out and grasped JiYong by the chin. Tilting his head up to unite their gaze, YoungBae stared intensely into JiYong’s eyes.
“What are you doing?” JiYong stammered.
“Don’t play with fire. You don’t know what you’re getting into” YoungBae smirked. And in the matter of a second, the place of prey and predator had been switched. Brushing a thumb over JiYong’s cheek, YoungBae relished in the small shudder that traveled down the shorter boy’s body. There was a clear level of anticipation here.
“YoungBae…” JiYong’s voice shook in disorientation.
Breaking contact, YoungBae walked over to his computer and navigated into a few folders before finding what he wanted. Clicking on the MP3 file, YoungBae adjusted the volume of the speakers just a touch higher.
When the music began to flow, YoungBae allowed himself to get lost in the rhythm. Slowly closing the distance once more, YoungBae matched a beat with a step until he found himself right in front of a bewildered JiYong.
Using his knee to separate and create a gap between JiYong’s legs, YoungBae placed his right knee on that gap and brought his upper body dangerously close to JiYong’s torso. Rolling his upper body in a perfectly sensual wave on beat with the music, YoungBae began grinding their bodies together with each roll and arch of his back.
“Bae…” JiYong stammered something incoherent and ended up with YoungBae’s index finger pressed tightly against his lips.
“Just watch,” YoungBae commanded as he pushed JiYong back, making the shorter boy fall back onto his elbows on the bed.
Pushing himself up and off the bed with the knee he’d been using as an anchor, YoungBae stood in front of JiYong and hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his dark denim jeans and rolled his lips to the sway of the music.
Thrusting his hips forward, YoungBae smiled innocently, observing JiYong’s unconcealed desire.
“I don’t want to watch,” JiYong whispered.
Pulling himself off the bed, JiYong grasped YoungBae’s wife beater and tugged the shorter boy closer. Tilting his head to the side, JiYong smashed his lips against YoungBae hard enough to bruise.
Caught off guard, YoungBae stood rigid until the sensation began washing over him. Returning the kiss with unhindered enthusiasm, the two boys wrestled with their tongues, exploring the warm caverns of their mouths until their lungs cried out for air.
When they finally broke to breathe, JiYong found himself panting, his eyes devouring YoungBae in lust.
“I like the fire. I know exactly what I’m getting into,” JiYong whispered before biting YoungBae’s bottom lip and tugging on the flesh.
The shorter boy merely grinned.