Bedroom Dialogue [One-shot]
Title: Bedroom Dialogue
Pairing: Hyunjoong/Youngsaeng
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Humor
Rating: NC-17 (sorta?)
Summary: Night activities might or might not be what you think they are.
[A/N: And this is born of the frustration to finish something… anything.]
“It was in the dead of the night that the two men tumbled through the doors - first the main one with the keys nearly being bent in frustration, then the second to the bedrooms which shuddered when it flew from its frame, kicked open by a forceful leg.”
“Neither bothered to close the door. Their minds were too infatuated with each other. Seconds later, buttons were being ripped from their holes - messily and uncoordinated. Multi-tasking was pretty much impossible with the intensity that their tongues were wrestling with each other.”
“One pulled the other to the bed although neither knew which did. And act of toppling bodies did nothing to curb the burning intensity of the fire in both of them. Bodies touched and mirrored groans of frustration escaped at the irritancy the layer of clothes presented. They took care of that easily, arms moving on auto-pilot to remove articles of clothing none-too-gently. Some were hurt in the process that occurred - torn sleeve here, ripped button there. Just simple casualties of war.”
“And there was a war indeed that occurred between two battling tongues. They were locked in mortal combat, neither backing down, neither stopping - except to take the occasional breaths needed to start the next round.”
“Finally, the battle broke as someone finally relented. It was YoungSaeng who did - as he usually did for his lover. He was usually a man of pride, but something in the man he was about to bed drove an instinct of submission in him. And although sometimes it riled him, Hyunjoong’s actions were usually more than able to stroke his wounded ego and make up for it.”
A chuckle, then.
“And make up for it he would. Hyunjoong took the control entrusted to him seriously, knowing that it was given based on a trust that defied most logic. Leading Youngsaeng’s tongue into a dance, he pawed playfully at the other’s need, reminding them both of an activity they needed to conduct other than kissing.”
“Youngsaeng let out a moan and a tumble of expletives that would make a sailor blush. He caught the hand that was palming him and shoved in down his pants with a vindictive pleasure. Then he leaned back to view the results and grinned at the half-lewd, half-stunned expression on Hyunjoong’s face.”
“But payback would come as Hyunjoong’s hand wriggled in those all too tight pants. Fingers tugging at the underwear beneath the leather, he was amused to find that Youngsaeng had worn briefs tonight rather than the usual boxers. His other hand participated then, pulling down the zip only to be greeted with the glory of lacy black. It seemed that Youngsaeng had wanted to give Hyunjoong a surprise today in the form of female lingerie… on him.”
“…Smirking at the look of surprise on Hyunjoong’s face, Youngsaeng leaned up a placed his heated tongue onto the base of Hyunjoong’s neck, running the wet taste buds over the other man’s sweaty skin. Salt was what he tasted - salt and copper of sun-kissed skin.”
“Hyunjoong moaned at the feeling of Youngsaeng’s tongue on his skin, and he hissed as his pants became all too tight - too small to contain him. And his hands detached from Youngsaeng’s crotch, trying to undo the button and zip that had now become restraints with hands shaky in their desire.”
“Youngsaeng smirked and he took Hyunjoong’s preoccupation with himself as time to slide his leather pants down to his ankles in an action jerky due to the way processed animal skin tended to when they were introduced to sweaty skin. Panting more from just that effort, Youngsaeng let out a whine as he tugged at the lacy black lingerie Hyunjoong was so surprised at - if he waited any longer he thought he would come without Hyunjoong needing to do anything.”
“But Hyunjoong wasn’t so mean, he took a little more time in undressing himself, yes, but it was unintentional. It was hard, after all, to concentrate with a sexy, writhing man underneath him. Once he got his pants down to his tights, Hyunjoong abandoned all hope of getting those tight jeans any further - his hands were trembling too much. Besides, Youngsaeng would help him with those, he was sure.”
“And help Youngsaeng did, expert hands curled around Hyunjoong’s boxers, tugging them down, and his leg wrapped around Hyunjoong’s ass, aiding in the process until the thin material met crumpled denim and took over the process of pressing cloth down as far as they could. Youngsaeng, however, did this in hopes that the favour would be returned.”
“Hyunjoong could have read Youngsaeng’s mind, paying back the favour, Hyunjoong’s hands slid round the younger man’s tiny waist. If his hands were a little larger, or if he could stretch a little more, he would have covered it, he thought. But that was pushed aside as his hands smoothed silky skin down to the waist then down to the lacy black underwear which was getting strained from an unsightly bulge. The underwear was removed, joining the rest of the articles of clothes down at the knees, and suddenly, the bulge wasn’t so unsightly anymore - at least not to Hyunjoong.”
“Youngsaeng nearly gasped in relief when all the restrictions were off. Grateful, and feeling like he should show it, Youngsaeng leaned upwards and pressed desperate lips onto Hyunjoong’s, arms snaking around Hyunjoong’s neck to pull him closer.”
“Hyunjoong nearly fell over when Youngsaeng did, but as much as he liked the things Youngsaeng was doing with his tongue, he had work to do. Long fingers that he’d slicked with saliva teased at the edge of Youngsaeng’s hole while he detached his mouth from Youngsaeng’s apologetically. Then as he leaned down, he took Youngsaeng in the mouth, teeth grazing, tongue swirling while his fingers pushed in with quick succession.”
“Youngsaeng shuddered and bit back a scream as Hyunjoong’s long, pianist fingers played a symphony inside him. Wishing he had some sort cloth in his mouth as embarrassing noises crawled out of his throat and leapt their way into the open. Youngsaeng imagined if those noises were personified, they’d be pole-dancing in victory.”
“Hyunjoong didn’t take too long with the preparation, pulling his fingers out wet and hot as he heaved Youngsaeng upwards and flipped him on all fours. He was impatient today, and it wasn’t like Youngsaeng couldn’t take it.”
“It was lucky Youngsaeng felt the exact same way, or Hyunjoong might have been left on the bed, possibly chained down and unable to deal with his need. As it was, Youngsaeng arched his back upwards, rubbing skin on skin and ass on arousal. He didn’t bite back the sound of need, letting it reverberate out of his mouth, urging Hyunjoong on.”
“Spurned on by Youngsaeng’s demand, Hyunjoong, being the gentleman he was, quickly provided the supply. And he lowered himself, penetrating that entrance, a loud unidentified sound of pleasure escaping as he felt his erection being engulfed by that hot, sweet cavern. The feeling was addictive, and he didn’t realize he’d lowered himself all the way to the hilt until he couldn’t move any further.”
“It hurt of course, no matter how many times it had happened before. But pleasure came with the pain, and Youngsaeng found himself half keening as his arms shook to support himself, rolling his hips to try to accommodate Hyunjoong’s size. A whine sounded, and Youngsaeng realized it was from him. He wasn’t embarrassed by it though, mostly from the fact that at least Hyunjoong knew that Youngsaeng wanted him to move.”
“Hyunjoong considered toying with Youngsaeng a little longer, but for the sake of the future, he decided it’d be best if he did as Youngsaeng asked. He started slow at first, almost unbearably, moving in all the way up to the tip before sliding slowly back in. He began to pick up speed, slowly at first, until he got them both to a comfortable speed.”
“Youngsaeng let out a moan in the form of Hyunjoong’s name, repeating it as they rocked together, calling out, ‘Hyunjoong… Hyunjoong… Hyunjoong…’”
“…”
“… …”
“…Oh. Were you done?”
“Uh, duh?”
“Oh. Sorry, I thought you’d say mor-”
“Get on with it!”
A smirk, then a sound of amusement in the ensuring narrative.
“Now that they had gone with the comfortable, Hyunjoong began to pick up speed, actions becoming more frantic. He could feel himself close - oh so close. But he needed something to push him over the edge - just that little something. But he wasn’t all that selfish, sparing some thought for the one he filled, hand curling around Youngsaeng’s hardness and pumping him in time with his thrusts.”
“There was a hot, searing that originated from the bass of his balls as if someone had put an open flame. And it was all Youngsaeng could do not to buck his hips into Hyunjoong’s capable hand.”
“He was moving faster and faster, with an energy that almost seemed to originate from possession. But then he was possessed - possessed with a sinful mixture of love and lust of the one the name that spilled out of his mouth belonged to. He could feel that familiar stirring in him, but he waited, held back with all the control he possessed, and with a strange sort of ceremony, he pulled himself out all the way, before slamming himself back in, straight into Youngsaeng’s prostate.”
“Youngsaeng screamed as stars burst from behind half-lidded eyes and he couldn’t hold on anymore. Milky-white liquid shot out from his cock, squirting through Hyunjoong’s fingers and splattering onto the sheets. They would have to be washed tomorrow, but at the moment, Youngsaeng was far too out of it to actually care.”
“It was probably sinful that the feeling of Youngsaeng’s sticky white in his hand could push him over the edge of sanity and tumbling down into pleasure. Like water that has reached its boiling point and suddenly spilled over the edge of its pot, Hyunjoong came hard and fast and without warning but with one final scream of Youngsaeng’s name. After that, it was a mess of movement, breaths, sweat and skin as Hyunjoong rode both their orgasms to the finish. And all too soon, it did finish.”
“Youngsaeng collapsed face-first on the bed, exhausted. He didn’t know how his arms had lasted through the whole thing, but he was glad that they did. Panting, he smiled when he felt Hyunjoong slowly get out of him, tumbling to the unoccupied side of the bed.”
“Hyunjoong gathered Youngsaeng into his arms, and staring at the beautiful, sweat-splashed face of his lover, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on - mmph…”
There were no words for the next few moments. Only sounds.
“…What was that for?” Amusement.
“It’s the least you can do to ease the frustrations you give me every night we do this. I really think it’s a pity that we can’t do this in real life… that we can only narrate it night after night.”
“Saeng…”
“No, I’m not angry.” A reassuring smile. “It is my own fault for getting a virgin boyfriend who prefers to keep his virginity.”
“Only for now, Youngsaeng. Is it so wrong that I want to keep it for the person I want to spend my life with?”
“And that person isn’t me?” Sadness.
Regret. “Saeng… that’s not what I meant…”
“I know… you’re talking about marriage.” A sigh, then wistfulness. “It’s just… you can’t blame me for wishing.”
“No, I can’t.” Ruefulness. “I’m sorry I can’t offer you more yet.”
“It’s okay… But you’ll… have to make it up for me.” Playfulness that masks the truth underneath.
A laugh. “Alright… alright… angry make-up sex?”
A nod. “Angry make-up sex.”
And Hyunjoong wrapped his hands around Youngsaeng. Together, fully dressed, and in an entirely chaste position, they made love to each other.
~*~
[A/N: And I really have no idea what that was... >> Question though, how many would actually like this more if the two were doing it rather than just narrating? *smirks*]
Pairing: Hyunjoong/Youngsaeng
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Humor
Rating: NC-17 (sorta?)
Summary: Night activities might or might not be what you think they are.
[A/N: And this is born of the frustration to finish something… anything.]
“It was in the dead of the night that the two men tumbled through the doors - first the main one with the keys nearly being bent in frustration, then the second to the bedrooms which shuddered when it flew from its frame, kicked open by a forceful leg.”
“Neither bothered to close the door. Their minds were too infatuated with each other. Seconds later, buttons were being ripped from their holes - messily and uncoordinated. Multi-tasking was pretty much impossible with the intensity that their tongues were wrestling with each other.”
“One pulled the other to the bed although neither knew which did. And act of toppling bodies did nothing to curb the burning intensity of the fire in both of them. Bodies touched and mirrored groans of frustration escaped at the irritancy the layer of clothes presented. They took care of that easily, arms moving on auto-pilot to remove articles of clothing none-too-gently. Some were hurt in the process that occurred - torn sleeve here, ripped button there. Just simple casualties of war.”
“And there was a war indeed that occurred between two battling tongues. They were locked in mortal combat, neither backing down, neither stopping - except to take the occasional breaths needed to start the next round.”
“Finally, the battle broke as someone finally relented. It was YoungSaeng who did - as he usually did for his lover. He was usually a man of pride, but something in the man he was about to bed drove an instinct of submission in him. And although sometimes it riled him, Hyunjoong’s actions were usually more than able to stroke his wounded ego and make up for it.”
A chuckle, then.
“And make up for it he would. Hyunjoong took the control entrusted to him seriously, knowing that it was given based on a trust that defied most logic. Leading Youngsaeng’s tongue into a dance, he pawed playfully at the other’s need, reminding them both of an activity they needed to conduct other than kissing.”
“Youngsaeng let out a moan and a tumble of expletives that would make a sailor blush. He caught the hand that was palming him and shoved in down his pants with a vindictive pleasure. Then he leaned back to view the results and grinned at the half-lewd, half-stunned expression on Hyunjoong’s face.”
“But payback would come as Hyunjoong’s hand wriggled in those all too tight pants. Fingers tugging at the underwear beneath the leather, he was amused to find that Youngsaeng had worn briefs tonight rather than the usual boxers. His other hand participated then, pulling down the zip only to be greeted with the glory of lacy black. It seemed that Youngsaeng had wanted to give Hyunjoong a surprise today in the form of female lingerie… on him.”
“…Smirking at the look of surprise on Hyunjoong’s face, Youngsaeng leaned up a placed his heated tongue onto the base of Hyunjoong’s neck, running the wet taste buds over the other man’s sweaty skin. Salt was what he tasted - salt and copper of sun-kissed skin.”
“Hyunjoong moaned at the feeling of Youngsaeng’s tongue on his skin, and he hissed as his pants became all too tight - too small to contain him. And his hands detached from Youngsaeng’s crotch, trying to undo the button and zip that had now become restraints with hands shaky in their desire.”
“Youngsaeng smirked and he took Hyunjoong’s preoccupation with himself as time to slide his leather pants down to his ankles in an action jerky due to the way processed animal skin tended to when they were introduced to sweaty skin. Panting more from just that effort, Youngsaeng let out a whine as he tugged at the lacy black lingerie Hyunjoong was so surprised at - if he waited any longer he thought he would come without Hyunjoong needing to do anything.”
“But Hyunjoong wasn’t so mean, he took a little more time in undressing himself, yes, but it was unintentional. It was hard, after all, to concentrate with a sexy, writhing man underneath him. Once he got his pants down to his tights, Hyunjoong abandoned all hope of getting those tight jeans any further - his hands were trembling too much. Besides, Youngsaeng would help him with those, he was sure.”
“And help Youngsaeng did, expert hands curled around Hyunjoong’s boxers, tugging them down, and his leg wrapped around Hyunjoong’s ass, aiding in the process until the thin material met crumpled denim and took over the process of pressing cloth down as far as they could. Youngsaeng, however, did this in hopes that the favour would be returned.”
“Hyunjoong could have read Youngsaeng’s mind, paying back the favour, Hyunjoong’s hands slid round the younger man’s tiny waist. If his hands were a little larger, or if he could stretch a little more, he would have covered it, he thought. But that was pushed aside as his hands smoothed silky skin down to the waist then down to the lacy black underwear which was getting strained from an unsightly bulge. The underwear was removed, joining the rest of the articles of clothes down at the knees, and suddenly, the bulge wasn’t so unsightly anymore - at least not to Hyunjoong.”
“Youngsaeng nearly gasped in relief when all the restrictions were off. Grateful, and feeling like he should show it, Youngsaeng leaned upwards and pressed desperate lips onto Hyunjoong’s, arms snaking around Hyunjoong’s neck to pull him closer.”
“Hyunjoong nearly fell over when Youngsaeng did, but as much as he liked the things Youngsaeng was doing with his tongue, he had work to do. Long fingers that he’d slicked with saliva teased at the edge of Youngsaeng’s hole while he detached his mouth from Youngsaeng’s apologetically. Then as he leaned down, he took Youngsaeng in the mouth, teeth grazing, tongue swirling while his fingers pushed in with quick succession.”
“Youngsaeng shuddered and bit back a scream as Hyunjoong’s long, pianist fingers played a symphony inside him. Wishing he had some sort cloth in his mouth as embarrassing noises crawled out of his throat and leapt their way into the open. Youngsaeng imagined if those noises were personified, they’d be pole-dancing in victory.”
“Hyunjoong didn’t take too long with the preparation, pulling his fingers out wet and hot as he heaved Youngsaeng upwards and flipped him on all fours. He was impatient today, and it wasn’t like Youngsaeng couldn’t take it.”
“It was lucky Youngsaeng felt the exact same way, or Hyunjoong might have been left on the bed, possibly chained down and unable to deal with his need. As it was, Youngsaeng arched his back upwards, rubbing skin on skin and ass on arousal. He didn’t bite back the sound of need, letting it reverberate out of his mouth, urging Hyunjoong on.”
“Spurned on by Youngsaeng’s demand, Hyunjoong, being the gentleman he was, quickly provided the supply. And he lowered himself, penetrating that entrance, a loud unidentified sound of pleasure escaping as he felt his erection being engulfed by that hot, sweet cavern. The feeling was addictive, and he didn’t realize he’d lowered himself all the way to the hilt until he couldn’t move any further.”
“It hurt of course, no matter how many times it had happened before. But pleasure came with the pain, and Youngsaeng found himself half keening as his arms shook to support himself, rolling his hips to try to accommodate Hyunjoong’s size. A whine sounded, and Youngsaeng realized it was from him. He wasn’t embarrassed by it though, mostly from the fact that at least Hyunjoong knew that Youngsaeng wanted him to move.”
“Hyunjoong considered toying with Youngsaeng a little longer, but for the sake of the future, he decided it’d be best if he did as Youngsaeng asked. He started slow at first, almost unbearably, moving in all the way up to the tip before sliding slowly back in. He began to pick up speed, slowly at first, until he got them both to a comfortable speed.”
“Youngsaeng let out a moan in the form of Hyunjoong’s name, repeating it as they rocked together, calling out, ‘Hyunjoong… Hyunjoong… Hyunjoong…’”
“…”
“… …”
“…Oh. Were you done?”
“Uh, duh?”
“Oh. Sorry, I thought you’d say mor-”
“Get on with it!”
A smirk, then a sound of amusement in the ensuring narrative.
“Now that they had gone with the comfortable, Hyunjoong began to pick up speed, actions becoming more frantic. He could feel himself close - oh so close. But he needed something to push him over the edge - just that little something. But he wasn’t all that selfish, sparing some thought for the one he filled, hand curling around Youngsaeng’s hardness and pumping him in time with his thrusts.”
“There was a hot, searing that originated from the bass of his balls as if someone had put an open flame. And it was all Youngsaeng could do not to buck his hips into Hyunjoong’s capable hand.”
“He was moving faster and faster, with an energy that almost seemed to originate from possession. But then he was possessed - possessed with a sinful mixture of love and lust of the one the name that spilled out of his mouth belonged to. He could feel that familiar stirring in him, but he waited, held back with all the control he possessed, and with a strange sort of ceremony, he pulled himself out all the way, before slamming himself back in, straight into Youngsaeng’s prostate.”
“Youngsaeng screamed as stars burst from behind half-lidded eyes and he couldn’t hold on anymore. Milky-white liquid shot out from his cock, squirting through Hyunjoong’s fingers and splattering onto the sheets. They would have to be washed tomorrow, but at the moment, Youngsaeng was far too out of it to actually care.”
“It was probably sinful that the feeling of Youngsaeng’s sticky white in his hand could push him over the edge of sanity and tumbling down into pleasure. Like water that has reached its boiling point and suddenly spilled over the edge of its pot, Hyunjoong came hard and fast and without warning but with one final scream of Youngsaeng’s name. After that, it was a mess of movement, breaths, sweat and skin as Hyunjoong rode both their orgasms to the finish. And all too soon, it did finish.”
“Youngsaeng collapsed face-first on the bed, exhausted. He didn’t know how his arms had lasted through the whole thing, but he was glad that they did. Panting, he smiled when he felt Hyunjoong slowly get out of him, tumbling to the unoccupied side of the bed.”
“Hyunjoong gathered Youngsaeng into his arms, and staring at the beautiful, sweat-splashed face of his lover, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on - mmph…”
There were no words for the next few moments. Only sounds.
“…What was that for?” Amusement.
“It’s the least you can do to ease the frustrations you give me every night we do this. I really think it’s a pity that we can’t do this in real life… that we can only narrate it night after night.”
“Saeng…”
“No, I’m not angry.” A reassuring smile. “It is my own fault for getting a virgin boyfriend who prefers to keep his virginity.”
“Only for now, Youngsaeng. Is it so wrong that I want to keep it for the person I want to spend my life with?”
“And that person isn’t me?” Sadness.
Regret. “Saeng… that’s not what I meant…”
“I know… you’re talking about marriage.” A sigh, then wistfulness. “It’s just… you can’t blame me for wishing.”
“No, I can’t.” Ruefulness. “I’m sorry I can’t offer you more yet.”
“It’s okay… But you’ll… have to make it up for me.” Playfulness that masks the truth underneath.
A laugh. “Alright… alright… angry make-up sex?”
A nod. “Angry make-up sex.”
And Hyunjoong wrapped his hands around Youngsaeng. Together, fully dressed, and in an entirely chaste position, they made love to each other.
~*~
[A/N: And I really have no idea what that was... >> Question though, how many would actually like this more if the two were doing it rather than just narrating? *smirks*]