Fic: Old Spice
Title: Old Spice
Band: B.A.P
Pairing: Daejong
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU.
Summary: Inspired by Goopeculiar's Cedar and Cinnamon.
Notes: Smut Sequel. This will make more sense if you read that first, but it can be read as a standalone.
Anticipation is another word for torture, Daehyun thinks. It's been four days since he got off on smelling his roomate and rutting against his leg like a horny teenager, a thought that still makes Daehyun feel like a freak, despite Jongup's reassurances. They haven't spoken since, other than good mornings and goodbyes, and really, Daehyun is almost okay with that. Or at least he would be, if it wasn't for the fact that now, whenever he fantasizes about Jongup - What, he's still a man, he has needs - All he can imagine with that scent is Jongup splayed over dark sheets as phantom hands (maybe his hands? He's not sure anymore) squeeze tighter around his neck, breathy moans choked back by the hands holding him down.
Since that revelation, Daehyun hasn't been able to stop.
It's getting a bit tiring, actually.
So maybe that's why he decides to go to bed early one night, sliding between the sheets with a sigh. Jongup hasn't been home all day, today being one of his longer scheduals - work, then dance practice which lasts hours- and Daehyun really wouldn't have liked to miss it, except he's so tired he doesn't think he could move if he tried.
That doesn't stop his body, however, when he wakes up only a little while later to find Jongup hovering over him, eyes glittering in the light spilling through the door. Daehyun almost freaks out, because there's something dangerous about the smirk on Jongup's lips that suggests he's about to get the shit beaten out of him. "W-what-"
"You really need to stop taking my shit," Jongup breathes, leaning forward until he's almost nose to nose with Daehyun. That is when the other man realizes that Jongup is covered in a sheen of sweat, and he's breathing a little heavier than normal. The scent of cedar and cinnamon almost overwhelms Daehyun, and it's all he can do to bite back his groan and attempt to pull the blankets over his head.
But Jongup's having none of that.
Before Daehyun can even put up a protest Jongup yanks the blanket away and shoves a knee between his roomate's legs, nudging the bulge already growing there. It's almost like deja vu, except that Daehyun can just make out the expression on Jongup's face, and it's nothing like the curious expression he wore last time.
Instead, he forces his other knee between Daehyun's legs and shoves them apart, ignoring his protests as he leans down and grips a fist full of Daehyun's hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get the point across. "You wanted to smell me, smell me," He hisses, his face mere inches from Daehyun's. "But I'm going to make this good for both of us."
Daehyun just nods, too lost in the scent wafting from the younger boy above him, hard and aching as he presses his face into Jongup's sweaty neck. It's ridiculous how turned it makes him, hips arching up for friction from the hot body arched over his. Jongup's grip leaves his hair to divest him of his sleeping pants, his own shirt and pants following soon after.
Jongup prepares him quickly - Daehyun doesn't meet his eyes as he hands him the nearly empty bottle of lube stashed beneath his pillow- and sinks into him with a low groan, Daehyun moaning into the younger boy's ear.
They don't stop to think about the fact that there might be experience in this.
Jongup reaches down and takes Daehyun's hands in his, cupping them around his own neck as he stares down into Daehyun's eyes. "Squeeze," He says, gritting his teeth when Daehyun does just that. The older boy can't help but be fascinated with the way Jongup's face contorts, his usually expressionless face becoming completely open. His thrusts become harder the more Daehyun tightens his fingers, thumbs pressing into Jongup's adams apple each time he hits that spot inside Daehyun that has him crying out. He knows he won't last much longer, not with the way that the sweat beading on Jongup's temples is cascading down the sides of his face and disappearing onto Daehyun's chest, his hair, arms and the dancer's whole self emanating that cinnamon and cedar scent that drives Daehyun wild.
Jongup watches him closely, waiting until the older man is near to the point of wailing before balling up the shirt he wore to practice that afternoon and covering Daehyun's nose and mouth with it. He watches as his roomate's eyes roll into the back of his head with a loud moan, the older man coming between them while his fingers squeeze until Jongup sees black.
When he comes to, Daehyun is lying beside him, breathing hard and still clutching Jongup's shirt. With a small smile, Jongup yanks it away.
Daehyun actually pouts at him, too worked over to be bothered with how unmanly that is. "Hey-"
"Stop taking my shit, or I'm doing ALL of my own laundry," Jongup says in response, eyes watching the way Daehyun bites his lip. Satisfied, Jongup rolls off the bed to go take a shower, and Daehyun just sighs, rolling onto his side.
His sheets reek of sex, cedar and cinnamon, but there’s a satisfied grin on his lips. That sounded like a promise if he ever heard one.
Band: B.A.P
Pairing: Daejong
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU.
Summary: Inspired by Goopeculiar's Cedar and Cinnamon.
Notes: Smut Sequel. This will make more sense if you read that first, but it can be read as a standalone.
Anticipation is another word for torture, Daehyun thinks. It's been four days since he got off on smelling his roomate and rutting against his leg like a horny teenager, a thought that still makes Daehyun feel like a freak, despite Jongup's reassurances. They haven't spoken since, other than good mornings and goodbyes, and really, Daehyun is almost okay with that. Or at least he would be, if it wasn't for the fact that now, whenever he fantasizes about Jongup - What, he's still a man, he has needs - All he can imagine with that scent is Jongup splayed over dark sheets as phantom hands (maybe his hands? He's not sure anymore) squeeze tighter around his neck, breathy moans choked back by the hands holding him down.
Since that revelation, Daehyun hasn't been able to stop.
It's getting a bit tiring, actually.
So maybe that's why he decides to go to bed early one night, sliding between the sheets with a sigh. Jongup hasn't been home all day, today being one of his longer scheduals - work, then dance practice which lasts hours- and Daehyun really wouldn't have liked to miss it, except he's so tired he doesn't think he could move if he tried.
That doesn't stop his body, however, when he wakes up only a little while later to find Jongup hovering over him, eyes glittering in the light spilling through the door. Daehyun almost freaks out, because there's something dangerous about the smirk on Jongup's lips that suggests he's about to get the shit beaten out of him. "W-what-"
"You really need to stop taking my shit," Jongup breathes, leaning forward until he's almost nose to nose with Daehyun. That is when the other man realizes that Jongup is covered in a sheen of sweat, and he's breathing a little heavier than normal. The scent of cedar and cinnamon almost overwhelms Daehyun, and it's all he can do to bite back his groan and attempt to pull the blankets over his head.
But Jongup's having none of that.
Before Daehyun can even put up a protest Jongup yanks the blanket away and shoves a knee between his roomate's legs, nudging the bulge already growing there. It's almost like deja vu, except that Daehyun can just make out the expression on Jongup's face, and it's nothing like the curious expression he wore last time.
Instead, he forces his other knee between Daehyun's legs and shoves them apart, ignoring his protests as he leans down and grips a fist full of Daehyun's hair, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get the point across. "You wanted to smell me, smell me," He hisses, his face mere inches from Daehyun's. "But I'm going to make this good for both of us."
Daehyun just nods, too lost in the scent wafting from the younger boy above him, hard and aching as he presses his face into Jongup's sweaty neck. It's ridiculous how turned it makes him, hips arching up for friction from the hot body arched over his. Jongup's grip leaves his hair to divest him of his sleeping pants, his own shirt and pants following soon after.
Jongup prepares him quickly - Daehyun doesn't meet his eyes as he hands him the nearly empty bottle of lube stashed beneath his pillow- and sinks into him with a low groan, Daehyun moaning into the younger boy's ear.
They don't stop to think about the fact that there might be experience in this.
Jongup reaches down and takes Daehyun's hands in his, cupping them around his own neck as he stares down into Daehyun's eyes. "Squeeze," He says, gritting his teeth when Daehyun does just that. The older boy can't help but be fascinated with the way Jongup's face contorts, his usually expressionless face becoming completely open. His thrusts become harder the more Daehyun tightens his fingers, thumbs pressing into Jongup's adams apple each time he hits that spot inside Daehyun that has him crying out. He knows he won't last much longer, not with the way that the sweat beading on Jongup's temples is cascading down the sides of his face and disappearing onto Daehyun's chest, his hair, arms and the dancer's whole self emanating that cinnamon and cedar scent that drives Daehyun wild.
Jongup watches him closely, waiting until the older man is near to the point of wailing before balling up the shirt he wore to practice that afternoon and covering Daehyun's nose and mouth with it. He watches as his roomate's eyes roll into the back of his head with a loud moan, the older man coming between them while his fingers squeeze until Jongup sees black.
When he comes to, Daehyun is lying beside him, breathing hard and still clutching Jongup's shirt. With a small smile, Jongup yanks it away.
Daehyun actually pouts at him, too worked over to be bothered with how unmanly that is. "Hey-"
"Stop taking my shit, or I'm doing ALL of my own laundry," Jongup says in response, eyes watching the way Daehyun bites his lip. Satisfied, Jongup rolls off the bed to go take a shower, and Daehyun just sighs, rolling onto his side.
His sheets reek of sex, cedar and cinnamon, but there’s a satisfied grin on his lips. That sounded like a promise if he ever heard one.