[b1a4] sit back and enjoy the ride; sandeul/gongchan; nc-17
Title: Sit Back and Enjoy the Ride
Pairing: Sandeul/Gongchan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junghwan puts on a very special show for Chanshik.
Word Count: ~980
sit back and enjoy the ride;;-
// in which junghwan likes to crossdress and the threatre room is used for not-watching-movies //
It’s not everyday Chanshik goes to the company’s theatre room and finds Junghwan sitting there in the dark, dressed in fishnet stockings, a skirt, corset, and sparkling red stilettos.
“Hyung, what-”
“Shh, come sit here,” Junghwan says, pushing Chanshik into a seat and locking the door. There’s some noir film playing on the screen, lighting up the room just bright enough that Chanshik can see the fake eyelashes Junghwan’s wearing. “I’ve got a special show for you today.”
Chanshik seats himself down nervously as Junghwan skims his fingers over the fishnet stockings, until his hands are between his thighs. He plays with the hem of his skirt, lifting it up ever so daintily as he winks at Chanshik. Junghwan’s mouth is hanging half open as he moans out, getting on his knees and crawling to where Chanshik's sitting. Underneath his skirt, a bulge is showing, and Chanshik can’t keep still anymore-he lifts Junghwan's head up and brings him closer so that he can slip his hand under the skirt and trail his fingers over the bulge.
"Channie," Junghwan groans out, placing a hand over Chanshik's hand so he's cupping his own cock. The interlaced fabric of the fishnet stockings rubs against Chanshik’s fingers as Junghwan moves his hand in circles, free hand feeling the feathers on his corset.
"Hyung," Chanshik breathes, gripping Junghwan's cock through his stockings. "Hyung, dance for me."
Junghwan smirks as he gets off the ground and straddles Chanshik in his chair. His stilettos scrape the ground and he digs the point of one into Chanshik's calf.
"What's the magic word?"
“Fuck you, hyung-"
"-wrong," Junghwan says, grinding down on Chanshik. He digs the point in deeper, drawing out a pained hiss from Chanshik. "The word is please."
"P-please," Chanshik whimpers, hands scrabbling at the ribbons of Junghwan's corset, fingers trembling in anticipation. "Please, hyung."
Junghwan chuckles as he slides off Chanshik, running his hands over his fake chest. He bends down, feeling up his leg as he rolls his hips and lifts up the skirt, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Like it?" he asks, pulling out the ribbons from his corset one by one, revealing his smooth back. Chanshik nods. "I know you do."
Chanshik shivers and hurriedly undoes his own pants, fumbling at the buckles as Junghwan throws his corset to the side, touching himself from the neck, to his chest, to the edge of his skirt. He rolls his hips as he teases the skimpy skirt down, rolling the stockings over his thighs to expose his erection. Chanshik lets out a choked sob as Junghwan rips his stockings apart in one smooth motion and walks over to press a knee on Chanshik's cock, half in pain, half in want.
"Let me-" he starts, licking his finger. He grabs Junghwan by the hips and circles his entrance, slicking it with spit. "Fuck hyung, lube-where's the lube?" he asks, managing to slide the tip of one finger in.
Junghwan groans and slings his leg over Chanshik, taking off one stiletto and removing a small bottle from the heel. He uncaps the lid and drips some onto his fingers, and when Chanshik reaches for the bottle eagerly, he holds it out of reach.
"It’s a show today. You're going to watch," Junghwan says, settling himself in a comfortable position. "You're going to watch me, and you're going to call my name."
Chanshik gives a terse nod as Junghwan coats his fingers and inserts one into himself then another, grinding against Chanshik's crotch as he fingerfucks himself.
Oh fuck.
“Hyung," Chanshik whimpers, clutching at Junghwan's thigh, hip, wherever he can touch. He’s unbelievably hard. "Junghwan hyung, let me, please"
"Only if you beg,” Junghwan murmurs, dangling the lube in front of Chanshik's face.
"Fuck, hyung, please, please" Chanshik whines, and this time it's loud and full of want, and Junghwan tosses him the bottle in concession and readies himself in front of Chanshik on all fours. Chanshik coats himself and slides one finger in, and he's surprised at how loose Junghwan is already, how fast he's prepared himself. He rushes, putting all three fingers in, and Junghwan hisses in pain and grabs Chanshik's wrist.
"Privilege revoked," he says, pushing Chanshik back into the chair and positioning himself over Chanshik's erection. "Naughty boy."
“I'm sorry," Chanshik says, and Junghwan clamps a hand over his mouth.
"Don't speak," he says, pumping Chanshik's cock, “just enjoy the ride.”
Chanshik's protests are muffled as Junghwan sinks himself down, making an obscenely wanton face, pinching his nipple with his free hand. Chanshik bucks his hips up, unable to control himself, and Junghwan tightens his sphincter muscle so tight that Chanshik cries out in pain, subdued.
"Good boy," Junghwan says, slowly starting up a rhythm again. "You learn fast."
It's all Chanshik can do not to lose control of himself as Junghwan moves himself up and down, faster, harder, whining each time he sinks himself down, and his fingers tangle themselves in Junghwan's hair, gripping tightly, as Junghwan brings a hand to weave through Chanshik's hair, gripping just as tight.
And then Junghwan's mouth is on his neck, kissing sloppy patterns, biting at his clavicle, and Chanshik comes with a long shuddering groan as Junghwan clamps his teeth over his nipple and sinks down one last time.
"H-hyung," he breathes, boneless. He untangles his hands from Junghwan's hair. "We have rehearsal now. F-fuck you, hyung."
"You just did," Junghwan replies, sliding off Chanshik and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He looks at his ripped stockings and corset, in a pile on the ground, and sighs. The movie's still playing on the screen, long forgotten.
"Now be a good boy and bring me some clothes."
a/n: so i have the biggest enablers ENABLERS on t-list fml no more decency stares at hotarumystpotaoto
Pairing: Sandeul/Gongchan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junghwan puts on a very special show for Chanshik.
Word Count: ~980
sit back and enjoy the ride;;-
// in which junghwan likes to crossdress and the threatre room is used for not-watching-movies //
It’s not everyday Chanshik goes to the company’s theatre room and finds Junghwan sitting there in the dark, dressed in fishnet stockings, a skirt, corset, and sparkling red stilettos.
“Hyung, what-”
“Shh, come sit here,” Junghwan says, pushing Chanshik into a seat and locking the door. There’s some noir film playing on the screen, lighting up the room just bright enough that Chanshik can see the fake eyelashes Junghwan’s wearing. “I’ve got a special show for you today.”
Chanshik seats himself down nervously as Junghwan skims his fingers over the fishnet stockings, until his hands are between his thighs. He plays with the hem of his skirt, lifting it up ever so daintily as he winks at Chanshik. Junghwan’s mouth is hanging half open as he moans out, getting on his knees and crawling to where Chanshik's sitting. Underneath his skirt, a bulge is showing, and Chanshik can’t keep still anymore-he lifts Junghwan's head up and brings him closer so that he can slip his hand under the skirt and trail his fingers over the bulge.
"Channie," Junghwan groans out, placing a hand over Chanshik's hand so he's cupping his own cock. The interlaced fabric of the fishnet stockings rubs against Chanshik’s fingers as Junghwan moves his hand in circles, free hand feeling the feathers on his corset.
"Hyung," Chanshik breathes, gripping Junghwan's cock through his stockings. "Hyung, dance for me."
Junghwan smirks as he gets off the ground and straddles Chanshik in his chair. His stilettos scrape the ground and he digs the point of one into Chanshik's calf.
"What's the magic word?"
“Fuck you, hyung-"
"-wrong," Junghwan says, grinding down on Chanshik. He digs the point in deeper, drawing out a pained hiss from Chanshik. "The word is please."
"P-please," Chanshik whimpers, hands scrabbling at the ribbons of Junghwan's corset, fingers trembling in anticipation. "Please, hyung."
Junghwan chuckles as he slides off Chanshik, running his hands over his fake chest. He bends down, feeling up his leg as he rolls his hips and lifts up the skirt, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Like it?" he asks, pulling out the ribbons from his corset one by one, revealing his smooth back. Chanshik nods. "I know you do."
Chanshik shivers and hurriedly undoes his own pants, fumbling at the buckles as Junghwan throws his corset to the side, touching himself from the neck, to his chest, to the edge of his skirt. He rolls his hips as he teases the skimpy skirt down, rolling the stockings over his thighs to expose his erection. Chanshik lets out a choked sob as Junghwan rips his stockings apart in one smooth motion and walks over to press a knee on Chanshik's cock, half in pain, half in want.
"Let me-" he starts, licking his finger. He grabs Junghwan by the hips and circles his entrance, slicking it with spit. "Fuck hyung, lube-where's the lube?" he asks, managing to slide the tip of one finger in.
Junghwan groans and slings his leg over Chanshik, taking off one stiletto and removing a small bottle from the heel. He uncaps the lid and drips some onto his fingers, and when Chanshik reaches for the bottle eagerly, he holds it out of reach.
"It’s a show today. You're going to watch," Junghwan says, settling himself in a comfortable position. "You're going to watch me, and you're going to call my name."
Chanshik gives a terse nod as Junghwan coats his fingers and inserts one into himself then another, grinding against Chanshik's crotch as he fingerfucks himself.
Oh fuck.
“Hyung," Chanshik whimpers, clutching at Junghwan's thigh, hip, wherever he can touch. He’s unbelievably hard. "Junghwan hyung, let me, please"
"Only if you beg,” Junghwan murmurs, dangling the lube in front of Chanshik's face.
"Fuck, hyung, please, please" Chanshik whines, and this time it's loud and full of want, and Junghwan tosses him the bottle in concession and readies himself in front of Chanshik on all fours. Chanshik coats himself and slides one finger in, and he's surprised at how loose Junghwan is already, how fast he's prepared himself. He rushes, putting all three fingers in, and Junghwan hisses in pain and grabs Chanshik's wrist.
"Privilege revoked," he says, pushing Chanshik back into the chair and positioning himself over Chanshik's erection. "Naughty boy."
“I'm sorry," Chanshik says, and Junghwan clamps a hand over his mouth.
"Don't speak," he says, pumping Chanshik's cock, “just enjoy the ride.”
Chanshik's protests are muffled as Junghwan sinks himself down, making an obscenely wanton face, pinching his nipple with his free hand. Chanshik bucks his hips up, unable to control himself, and Junghwan tightens his sphincter muscle so tight that Chanshik cries out in pain, subdued.
"Good boy," Junghwan says, slowly starting up a rhythm again. "You learn fast."
It's all Chanshik can do not to lose control of himself as Junghwan moves himself up and down, faster, harder, whining each time he sinks himself down, and his fingers tangle themselves in Junghwan's hair, gripping tightly, as Junghwan brings a hand to weave through Chanshik's hair, gripping just as tight.
And then Junghwan's mouth is on his neck, kissing sloppy patterns, biting at his clavicle, and Chanshik comes with a long shuddering groan as Junghwan clamps his teeth over his nipple and sinks down one last time.
"H-hyung," he breathes, boneless. He untangles his hands from Junghwan's hair. "We have rehearsal now. F-fuck you, hyung."
"You just did," Junghwan replies, sliding off Chanshik and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He looks at his ripped stockings and corset, in a pile on the ground, and sighs. The movie's still playing on the screen, long forgotten.
"Now be a good boy and bring me some clothes."
a/n: so i have the biggest enablers ENABLERS on t-list fml no more decency stares at hotarumystpotaoto