Candy
Title: Candy
Pairings: Daehyun x Banghim
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Daehyun gets a few minutes alone time and his mind wanders
Notes: I guess I should dedicate this to lovebap who's post inspired me to write this
It’s the colours that do it for him, the bright yellow of Yongguk’s oversized shirt and Himchan’s equally vivid pink suit. There’s just something about the cheerful candy colours that make Daehyun incredibly hard ( and hungry).
He’s not particularly proud of it, jerking himself off in a deserted backstage bathroom - in fact he can feel the burn of the blush that colours his ears and there’s a tiny stab of guilt somewhere in the back of his mind but as his grip tightens; teeth pressing down into his lower lip, he thinks about the two eldest members of their group.
He thinks back to the stage they’d been stood on just some minutes earlier - thinks back to the sheen of sweat coating Yongguk’s arms, the cut of his shirt showing a small and extremely tempting slice of his collarbone. He’d had the urge to lick away the sweat gathering there. He groans into his palm at the thought of it.
He thinks back to Himchan and that delicious suit of his, fashioned in every colour of the rainbow. He thinks the stylists secretly hate him - they probably know about his love of sweet things because every time he sees Himchan he just wants to undress him and eat him as if he were …
As if he were candy.
He imagines Himchan, stripped of his layers and left with nothing but those pink trousers resting halfway down his milky thighs. He imagines the visual bent over a dressing table, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the smooth surface of a mirror and lips drawn into a perfect ‘o’ as he pants and gasps, rocking backwards and searching for more, more, more.
Yongguk will fuck him from behind, his own pants pooled around his ankles and the yellow fabric of his shirt bunched to his chest with one hand for an unrestricted view. The other finding it’s way to Himchan’s back for leverage; their skin the perfect contrast of coffee and cream. He’ll throw his head back after a while, fingers slipping to Himchan’s hips.
Daehyun’s mouth is suddenly dry. He bucks forwards into his fist, feeling the delicious curl of heat in his stomach. He’s close but not quite there. His fingers grow tighter still and he shortens the length of his strokes. There’s a nagging little voice in the back of his head reminding him he doesn’t have much time and it sounds suspiciously like Himchan Hyung.
He needs a little something to push him over the edge, the stripe of saliva he’d licked across his palm having long since dried. The dry friction stings but he’s almost there and it’s been days since he’s had so much time alone - he even had to shower with Junhong and Youngjae that morning.
Yongguk and Himchan change positions and suddenly Yongguk is seated on the edge of the dressing table, one hand gripping the edge and the other tangled into Himchan’s hair. His shirt is pulled up over his shoulders, exposing his chest and prominent collarbones. A trickle of sweat makes it’s way down the side of his throat and trickles down, down, down.
Daehyun spits into his hand, rubbing the palm over his head and Yongguk curls his fingers around his cock, pressing the head against Himchan’s tongue. He keeps the younger there as he touches himself, long fingers working rapidly over his length. Daehyun moves a hand, fingertips brushing over his own short hair because he needs to feel something in his hands.
Damn it, he wishes he were Yongguk.
The pressure in his groin grows and he feels the tell-tale tightening of his muscles. His thighs quake, toes curl and his chest heaves with each breath. He quickens the stroke of his hand, twisting his wrist just so and imaginary Yongguk cums. His hips buck forwards and he cum splatters Himchan’s face - and because it’s Daehyun’s fantasy, a few ropes find their way to his impossibly tight pink trousers.
It’s the push he needed and Daehyun’s orgasm rocks through his entire body. He grunts softly, mouth open and head thrown back as he rides out wave after wave with several slow strokes. He’s left a shuddering, quaking mess and it takes him a little longer than necessary to calm down.
He’s just splashing water on his face when the door opens and Himchan appears, clinging to the doorframe. His khol is smudged around his eyes and the white tee-shirt he’d worn hangs from his shoulders. ‘Come on, Daehyun-ah. We’ve got to leave now if you want to actually eat today’ There’s sweat gathered at his temples and his hair is already starting to droop. He licks his lips and Daehyun follows his tongue with his eyes, aware of the way his pants rub against his still sensitive cock.
Yongguk appears moments later, throwing a casual arm over Himchan’s shoulder and he’s reminded of coffee and cream again, their skin a perfect contrast. Yongguk pulls Himchan into his side and away from the door leaving Daehyun to splash his face again.