Hard Candy
Title: Hard Candy
Rating: R
Focus/Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Words: 500+
Summary: He throws boys away like candy wrappers.
He’s the hard candy he crushes with his teeth and rolls around with his tongue. Daehyun slips passed his lips and he tastes like tangy cherries with a lingering tartness that makes his lips pucker even more. And when they’re not kissing, instead opting for the neediness of touch, he can still feel the remnants of their triste, taste it still. It’s addicting and so much more. His scent takes him on a sugar high. Youngjae can’t control the way his body shakes or how his fingers thread through inked strands so much darker than his own. Daehyun’s breath ghosts over his skin and he smells the sweetness.
Youngjae moans Daehyun’s name, making it sound like honey (in the only way that he can). Pale skin is nipped at and suckled until it’s a pallid pink. Marks litter Youngjae’s neck like some unknown map, going down from his neck to his hips. He’s scrambling to hold onto his sanity by gripping his sheets, as if the two were related in some way. Youngjae’s a whimpering mess, sobbing from the euphoria that runs through his very fingertips.
Daehyun’s movements are toe curling and dizzying inducing. This definitely has to be his favorite flavor. Because everything about Daehyun and the way his name leaves his mouth is delicious. It’s so unlike the times Youngjae spends with Himchan or Junhong, or anyone else. Himchan’s name isn’t as nectarous, but huskier and more breathless. It doesn’t leave him with the same content. Junhong, on the other hand, is too saturated and saccharine. All of those nights end with toothaches and sore throats. But Daehyun, he’s all of the things Youngjae loves.
The two move rhythmically together, the clock on the tableside ticking. There’s probably less than half an hour left before either of them leaves. They know the drill. So they savor every last syllable of their groans, basking in their closeness.
The sheen of their sweat is admirable and is great against each other’s lips.
Youngjae sighs into Daehyun’s mouth. He’s so close, so very close and he doesn’t want to be. He wants this to last. It can’t end. At least not until he says it does. Daehyun’s eyes are hooded over and his bruised lips tucked between his teeth.
“Faster.” Youngjae barely breaths. Under the creaking of the bed it’s almost undetectable, but Daehyun is in tuned with everything Youngjae, and vise a versa.
Daehyun moves faster. The sound of slapping skin fills the room like an addictive beat.
“Oh God, Daehyun. Yes.” Youngjae’s chest puffs up and down rapidly. His vocal cords feel strained, but he can’t stop voicing his appreciation. He loves the way Daehyun fills him up and how he can turn from gentle to rough, on a dime. It’s like the sweet and sour candy Youngjae used to eat as a child. The unexpected changes keep his attention.
(The thing about candy, though, is that you can never have too much. You’re bound to get sick of it. Candy coated tongues will make you gag.)
They go at it for a while longer, even past the estimated half hour. Beyond that, however, is just Daehyun cuddled up in an empty bed.
Youngjae fixes the crick in his neck as he exits the apartment complex. He greets the morning with tired eyes and banged up lips. He’s chewing on a strip of gum, to wake himself up. It’s minty and oh so nice. He wonders what Jongup is up to at the moment.
Rating: R
Focus/Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Words: 500+
Summary: He throws boys away like candy wrappers.
He’s the hard candy he crushes with his teeth and rolls around with his tongue. Daehyun slips passed his lips and he tastes like tangy cherries with a lingering tartness that makes his lips pucker even more. And when they’re not kissing, instead opting for the neediness of touch, he can still feel the remnants of their triste, taste it still. It’s addicting and so much more. His scent takes him on a sugar high. Youngjae can’t control the way his body shakes or how his fingers thread through inked strands so much darker than his own. Daehyun’s breath ghosts over his skin and he smells the sweetness.
Youngjae moans Daehyun’s name, making it sound like honey (in the only way that he can). Pale skin is nipped at and suckled until it’s a pallid pink. Marks litter Youngjae’s neck like some unknown map, going down from his neck to his hips. He’s scrambling to hold onto his sanity by gripping his sheets, as if the two were related in some way. Youngjae’s a whimpering mess, sobbing from the euphoria that runs through his very fingertips.
Daehyun’s movements are toe curling and dizzying inducing. This definitely has to be his favorite flavor. Because everything about Daehyun and the way his name leaves his mouth is delicious. It’s so unlike the times Youngjae spends with Himchan or Junhong, or anyone else. Himchan’s name isn’t as nectarous, but huskier and more breathless. It doesn’t leave him with the same content. Junhong, on the other hand, is too saturated and saccharine. All of those nights end with toothaches and sore throats. But Daehyun, he’s all of the things Youngjae loves.
The two move rhythmically together, the clock on the tableside ticking. There’s probably less than half an hour left before either of them leaves. They know the drill. So they savor every last syllable of their groans, basking in their closeness.
The sheen of their sweat is admirable and is great against each other’s lips.
Youngjae sighs into Daehyun’s mouth. He’s so close, so very close and he doesn’t want to be. He wants this to last. It can’t end. At least not until he says it does. Daehyun’s eyes are hooded over and his bruised lips tucked between his teeth.
“Faster.” Youngjae barely breaths. Under the creaking of the bed it’s almost undetectable, but Daehyun is in tuned with everything Youngjae, and vise a versa.
Daehyun moves faster. The sound of slapping skin fills the room like an addictive beat.
“Oh God, Daehyun. Yes.” Youngjae’s chest puffs up and down rapidly. His vocal cords feel strained, but he can’t stop voicing his appreciation. He loves the way Daehyun fills him up and how he can turn from gentle to rough, on a dime. It’s like the sweet and sour candy Youngjae used to eat as a child. The unexpected changes keep his attention.
(The thing about candy, though, is that you can never have too much. You’re bound to get sick of it. Candy coated tongues will make you gag.)
They go at it for a while longer, even past the estimated half hour. Beyond that, however, is just Daehyun cuddled up in an empty bed.
Youngjae fixes the crick in his neck as he exits the apartment complex. He greets the morning with tired eyes and banged up lips. He’s chewing on a strip of gum, to wake himself up. It’s minty and oh so nice. He wonders what Jongup is up to at the moment.