ss501; backstage pass; hyunjoong/kyujong.
backstage pass.
hyunjoong/kyujong; nc-17; 827 w
overlapping promotional activities lead to one thing. pwp.
The straps of Kyujong’s suspenders hang down off his shoulders, low on his waist, as Hyunjoong pulls at his beltloops, pulling him against him. Hot breath tickles his cheeks as Hyunjoong holds him there against the changing room wall, foreheads touching. His own fingers tangle in carefully styled hair. Kyujong wipes at Hyunjoong’s foundation with his thumb before he kisses him, soft at first, but it quickly turns desperate. He pulls back just enough to gasp for air and catch Hyunjoong’s gaze.
Hyunjoong is smiling. He can feel it curling under his mouth, feel the joy and desperation clinging to his fingers as he slowly unbuttons his pants. Kyujong’s fingers slip down to the collar of his stage jacket and he pulls. Hyunjoong only moves his hands long enough to drop it to the floor.
“I missed you,” he says, cupping his cheek and leaning down to his mouth, kissing at his throat. Kyujong swallows, and Hyunjoong’s tongue laps at the perspiration gathering at on his Adam's apple. Kyujong closes his eyes, feelings stirring in his gut and setting his skin on fire. He unbuttons his undershirt, lets it fall to the ground.
“I missed you too,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he dips his head to kiss Hyunjoong on the temple, then the cheek, and then lifts his chin to kiss his lips. Hyunjoong slips his hand down his pants and finds his cock, already half hard. He feels his smirk as he grasps it, flicks the head with his thumb. He swallows his gasp of pleasure that runs through to his teeth, and holds him up when his knees feel like they’re going to go weak. He smells cologne and hair products and the two scents shouldn’t mix well, but Hyunjoong’s cologne is soft as honey and he can taste it on his skin when he kisses his neck.
Hyunjoong twists his knee in between his legs and presses with his thigh, and he can feel the thigh muscles flex against his cock, and he gasps into his ear, low and husky and so unlike him, but he missed this more than he could have told anyone - because it’s a secret. It’s always been a secret. Needy kisses in the dark, touches behind the camera, smiles with hidden meanings and subtle phrasing that means so much more than what they appear.
A finger slips down the base of his cock and he tenses, his hips acting of their own accord and flexing against Hyunjoong. His arms flail backwards to grab on to anything but find nothing but air until Hyunjoong catches him with his mouth. He grabs his biceps and holds so hard that his nails leave marks. Hyunjoong’s hand palms at the soft spot between his balls and his dick and he sees stars. He digs his nails into his skin a little harder just to hear the catch of his breath.
Hyunjoong kisses his hair and whispers in his ear, “I love you,” and that’s as much as he can take, holding on to nothing and everything at once when he comes in his hand. His hips flex up and he buries his face in Hyunjoong’s shoulder and lets him hold him, lets him breathe heavily against his neck, and when he catches his breath, he drops to his knees bonelesly.
He pulls Hyunjoong’s pants down and takes his already hard cock in his mouth and it doesn’t take long. He swirls with his tongue like he’s done a thousand times and Hyunjoong holds him by the hair, and the shoulders, and anything else he can reach. Kyujong slips his tongue up his cock and tongues the head and the only warning he gets is a tightening of his fingers in his hair when he comes.
He swallows with difficulty, blinking back stars and all else and Hyunjoong sags to the ground next to him, eyes half-lidded and his smile more pleased than he’s seen it in a long time. Kyujong sits back against the opposite wall and their hands meet between. He squeezes his hand like the lifeline it is, and they listen to each other breathing.
“I really do,” Hyunjoong says after a while, quietly.
“Mmm?” Kyujong asks, looking up from where he was watching the rise and fall of Hyunjoong’s chest.
“Love you,” Hyunjoong leans forward and grabs one of the suspenders still around his waist. He pulls him forward into a slow kiss that makes something that he thought was gone stir in the base of his stomach. Hyunjoong’s smile is almost too bright when they pull away, and he strokes his cheek with the soft part of his thumb.
Kyujong lifts a hand to cover the one on his cheek, smiling softly. His chest explodes in a brilliant supernova of pinks and blues and purples, and he turns his head to kiss his hand. “I love you too.” He’s never meant anything more in his life.
note: i jumped ahead. they haven't even performed the same day yet, but i couldn't resist. running away to write things with plot now :(
hyunjoong/kyujong; nc-17; 827 w
overlapping promotional activities lead to one thing. pwp.
The straps of Kyujong’s suspenders hang down off his shoulders, low on his waist, as Hyunjoong pulls at his beltloops, pulling him against him. Hot breath tickles his cheeks as Hyunjoong holds him there against the changing room wall, foreheads touching. His own fingers tangle in carefully styled hair. Kyujong wipes at Hyunjoong’s foundation with his thumb before he kisses him, soft at first, but it quickly turns desperate. He pulls back just enough to gasp for air and catch Hyunjoong’s gaze.
Hyunjoong is smiling. He can feel it curling under his mouth, feel the joy and desperation clinging to his fingers as he slowly unbuttons his pants. Kyujong’s fingers slip down to the collar of his stage jacket and he pulls. Hyunjoong only moves his hands long enough to drop it to the floor.
“I missed you,” he says, cupping his cheek and leaning down to his mouth, kissing at his throat. Kyujong swallows, and Hyunjoong’s tongue laps at the perspiration gathering at on his Adam's apple. Kyujong closes his eyes, feelings stirring in his gut and setting his skin on fire. He unbuttons his undershirt, lets it fall to the ground.
“I missed you too,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he dips his head to kiss Hyunjoong on the temple, then the cheek, and then lifts his chin to kiss his lips. Hyunjoong slips his hand down his pants and finds his cock, already half hard. He feels his smirk as he grasps it, flicks the head with his thumb. He swallows his gasp of pleasure that runs through to his teeth, and holds him up when his knees feel like they’re going to go weak. He smells cologne and hair products and the two scents shouldn’t mix well, but Hyunjoong’s cologne is soft as honey and he can taste it on his skin when he kisses his neck.
Hyunjoong twists his knee in between his legs and presses with his thigh, and he can feel the thigh muscles flex against his cock, and he gasps into his ear, low and husky and so unlike him, but he missed this more than he could have told anyone - because it’s a secret. It’s always been a secret. Needy kisses in the dark, touches behind the camera, smiles with hidden meanings and subtle phrasing that means so much more than what they appear.
A finger slips down the base of his cock and he tenses, his hips acting of their own accord and flexing against Hyunjoong. His arms flail backwards to grab on to anything but find nothing but air until Hyunjoong catches him with his mouth. He grabs his biceps and holds so hard that his nails leave marks. Hyunjoong’s hand palms at the soft spot between his balls and his dick and he sees stars. He digs his nails into his skin a little harder just to hear the catch of his breath.
Hyunjoong kisses his hair and whispers in his ear, “I love you,” and that’s as much as he can take, holding on to nothing and everything at once when he comes in his hand. His hips flex up and he buries his face in Hyunjoong’s shoulder and lets him hold him, lets him breathe heavily against his neck, and when he catches his breath, he drops to his knees bonelesly.
He pulls Hyunjoong’s pants down and takes his already hard cock in his mouth and it doesn’t take long. He swirls with his tongue like he’s done a thousand times and Hyunjoong holds him by the hair, and the shoulders, and anything else he can reach. Kyujong slips his tongue up his cock and tongues the head and the only warning he gets is a tightening of his fingers in his hair when he comes.
He swallows with difficulty, blinking back stars and all else and Hyunjoong sags to the ground next to him, eyes half-lidded and his smile more pleased than he’s seen it in a long time. Kyujong sits back against the opposite wall and their hands meet between. He squeezes his hand like the lifeline it is, and they listen to each other breathing.
“I really do,” Hyunjoong says after a while, quietly.
“Mmm?” Kyujong asks, looking up from where he was watching the rise and fall of Hyunjoong’s chest.
“Love you,” Hyunjoong leans forward and grabs one of the suspenders still around his waist. He pulls him forward into a slow kiss that makes something that he thought was gone stir in the base of his stomach. Hyunjoong’s smile is almost too bright when they pull away, and he strokes his cheek with the soft part of his thumb.
Kyujong lifts a hand to cover the one on his cheek, smiling softly. His chest explodes in a brilliant supernova of pinks and blues and purples, and he turns his head to kiss his hand. “I love you too.” He’s never meant anything more in his life.
note: i jumped ahead. they haven't even performed the same day yet, but i couldn't resist. running away to write things with plot now :(