Massage
Title: Massage
Author: dracoslovebunny
Pairing: DooWoon
Status: Oneshot
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash (graphic)
Word count: 1,909
Summary: In which Doojoon finds it easier to let someone else take the lead sometimes.
A/N: Written as part of my ongoing ALL-PAIRINGS 15-fic self-challenge. Each fic is a standalone (not part of the same storyline as the others). Fics are prompted by A Little Left of Logical. Title is the prompt.
Previous Installments:
Accident/KiWoon // Imitation of Life/JunWoon // Passing Flame/JunSeung // The Moment/KiSeob // Crave/DooKwang
As they finished their schedules for the day, Doojoon felt close to collapsing. He felt as though he'd been running around like a chicken with its head cut off for far too long, following every order handed down from the higher ups and making sure his group did well.
So it was with great relief that he was able to toss himself facedown into his bed that night, closing his eyes and pressing his face into his pillow. He heard the others milling around the living room, laughing and joking with each other. Certainly they were all tired, but none so much as Doojoon, so he let them have their fun without him.
Footsteps against the floor of the bedroom made Doojoon aware that one of the members had entered. Soon, Dongwoon was climbing into his bed. "Tired?" the maknae asked unnecessarily as he sat on Doojoon's upper thighs and began rubbing his back.
"Hmmm..." Doojoon moaned out under his breath, relaxing against Dongwoon's large, warm hands.
"The guys want to go out to celebrate the end of our current promotions," Dongwoon informed their leader. "I take it you don't want to go?"
Doojoon frowned. "I would if I could," he muttered. "I don't have that kind of energy right now."
"Alright, I'll let them know. Do you mind if I stay here with you?"
"Of course not. I'd like the company." Doojoon waited as Dongwoon stopped his massage, hearing the young man clicking out a text message on his phone. When he'd finished, Dongwoon tugged at Doojoon's shirt. Reluctantly, Doojoon lifted himself enough to let the garment be pulled over his head and tossed toward the dirty laundry hamper. Then Dongwoon continued his ministrations, hands sliding over Doojoon's back and kneading into his flesh to unknot his muscles.
Doojoon sighed and felt himself melting into the bed. Dongwoon always knew just how to touch him to make him feel good. "You're amazing," he slurred at the maknae.
Dongwoon chuckled. "I'm not the only one. I couldn't do half the crap you do for all of us every day. This is the least I can do to pay you back."
Yoseob's voice rang from the doorway then. "We'll be back in a few hours!"
Dongwoon's hands stilled on Doojoon's back as both men looked over at the visual maknae. Something about Yoseob seeing them like this made Dongwoon blush, even though they weren't doing anything worth being embarrassed about.
"Hey, you two," Yoseob continued with a sly smile, "don't do anything I wouldn't do." With that, the short man bounced out of the room to rejoin the rest of Beast.
As the front door of the dorm opened and closed, indicating the rest of the group's departure, Dongwoon's hands resumed their former movements.
"I don't know why Hyunseung thinks it would be alright to trust his sister around Yoseob; he's one of the biggest perverts I know, really, even if he tricks people into thinking otherwise," Doojoon spoke into the silence between them.
Dongwoon laughed. "He's not that bad..."
"See? He's got you fooled too." Doojoon turned his head to eye Dongwoon sideways, a smile on his lips.
"Yeah, well, everyone's perverted deep down," Dongwoon stated, his hands traveling down to Doojoon's lower back. "It's an evolutionary thing. Either you have a healthy sex drive and you procreate, or your genetics die off when you do."
"I'm not perverted," Doojoon insisted.
"Oh no?" Dongwoon smirked. "You never think about any of that? You never wonder what it's like to kiss someone, to touch their bodies, or have them touching yours - "
"Hey, stop it," Doojoon scolded, smirking as well.
Dongwoon laughed quietly. He bent lower, pressing his chest to Doojoon's back and running hsi hands over the older man's sides. "You never think about feeling someone pressed to you, holding you, rocking thier body with yours..."
Doojoon let out a small noise that was half pleasure and half frustration. "I'm gonna kill you, Son Dongwoon."
"Fine, but save that for later, I have plans first." Dongwoon slid his hand between Doojoon and the bed, rubbing the older man through the front of his jeans.
Moaning quietly, Doojoon pressed toward his hand. Then he tugged Dongwoon's hand away to give himself room to roll over underneath the younger man. Immediately, Dongwoon's lips were on his own. Doojoon returned the kiss eagerly, his arms winding around Dongwoon's neck. He felt hands scrambling at the clasp of his jeans, then cool air met his heated flesh and Dongwoon began to stroke him quickly. He moaned against his lover's mouth.
Focusing past the pleasure, Doojoon tugged Dongwoon's shirt over his head, forcing the younger man to release him just long enough for the garment to be cast aside. Dongwoon moved lower on Doojoon to kiss at his throat and collarbone, then his chest. Doojoon sid his fingers through Dongwoon's hair, leaning his head back as his lover continued downward. Dongwoon stopped to nip at Doojoon's belly button playfully, earning him a light swat on the head. He chuckled lowly, then tugged off Doojoon's pants and boxers.
With one hand on Doojoon's hip, Dongwoon used the other to slowly stroke Doojoon. Leaning in, he blew cool air across the older man's tip, earning a soft groan. Teasingly, he ran his tongue along the underside of Doojoon's length from base to tip, then twirled his tongue around the head before pulling away to blow cool air across the dampened skin. Doojoon's grip in his hair tightened a bit, but he otherwise showed no sign of his frustration. Finally, Dongwoon wrapped his lips around Doojoon and took his length into his mouth. The older man moaned, arching his hips toward the inviting heat.
Dongwoon pinned Doojoon's hips down to the bed to keep him from moving, then began bobbing his head rapidly. He could feel Doojoon straining against his hands, trying to move his hips. He hummed a low note, making Doojoon buck suddenly against his hold. Dongwoon pulled back, one eyebrow raised, and said, "I'll have to stop if you keep trying to choke me with your dick."
Doojoon whined playfully. "Sorry, baby. You're just so good."
With a smirk, Dongwoon stripped himself of his pants, taking the small bottle from the back pocket before casting them over the side of the bed. "I'll give you another chance."
He slid the older man back into his mouth, now moving more slowly. He uncapped the bottle in his hands, and as soon as he did, Doojoon spread his legs, knowing when was next. Dongwoon poured a small amount of the strawberry-scented lubricant onto his hand, then suddenly slid two slick fingers into his lover. Doojoon cried out quietly, tensing up in surprise, before forcing himself to relax again. Dongwoon drove his fingers quickly into Doojoon again, earning another, quieter cry. He matched his hand's pace to his mouth's as he stetched his lover. Soon, Doojoon was pressing downward against his fingers, and he added a third, both his hand and mouth picking up pace.
"Don't stop don't stop don't stop," Doojoon whimpered out, his fingers tightening harshly in Dongwoon's hair. Dongwoon took Doojoon more deeply into his mouth, curling his fingers a bit as he drove them in and out of his lover's tight body. With a long moan, Doojoon lifted his hips from the bed, releasing into Dongwoon's mouth. Dongwoon swallowed as quickly as he could, pulling away from Doojoon, then wiped at the side of his mouth. Pressing their chests together, Dongwoon slid up Doojoon's body to kiss him languidly.
Doojoon nipped at Dongwoon's lips, caressed the younger man's tongue with his own, and wrapped his arms around Dongwoon securely, letting the pleasure of his orgasm relax him. "Love you," he murmured against Dongwoon's lips.
Breaking their kiss, Dongwoon teased, "Of course you would say that now; you just got the most amazing blow job in the world."
Doojoon laughed, kissing Dongwoon's cheek and jawline. Then he pulled away and looked at Dongwoon, his smile in his eyes. "I love you, Son Dongwoon."
Dongwoon ran his hand along Doojoon's cheek, ear, and jawline, returning, "And I love you, Yoon Doojoon. Even if you do work us like slaves half the time."
"Yah!" Doojoon pushed at Dongwoon playfully as the younger man laughed. Dongwoon wrapped a hand around the back of Doojoon's neck and kissed him thoroughly, smiling against his lips. He rocked their lower bodies together, releasing a long, low sound of appreciation.
"Ready for more?" Dongwoon asked, grazing the tip of his nose against the side of Doojoon's.
The older man nodded before kissing Dongwoon. He spread his legs wide again, angling his hips so Dongwoon had better access.
Dongwoon covered his length in the sweetly scented lubricant, then pressed teasingly against his lover. Doojoon whined, pressing back, then moaned as he was breached, forcing himself to relax against the intrusion. Dongwoon buried himself inside of Doojoon, stilling his movements when his hips were fully pressed to the older man's. He scattered kisses across Doojoon's cheeks, neck, and lips. Doojoon wrapped his legs around Dongwoon, pulling him tightly to himself. Then Dongwoon began to rock against him, thrusting into him shallowly.
They moaned softly together. Dongwoon felt Doojoon growing hard again against his stomach. Using a hand against Doojoon's thigh for leverage, he pulled out and thrust into him completely, eliciting a heavy moan from his lover. After pulling out again, he snapped his hips forward, and Doojoon cried out, tightening his legs around Dongwoon. The younger man set a faster pace, grunting with effort and pleasure.
Doojoon let his head fall back against the pillow, letting Dongwoon take over completely. Then Dongwoon changed his angle and Doojoon moaned loudly as his prostate was struck. Dongwoon continued hitting the sweet spot, thrusting faster into the older man and reveling in his string of moans.
"What do you want?" Dongwoon asked his lover in a low voice.
"Harder," Doojoon practically begged between moans.
Dongwoon didn't hesitate to fulfill the request, slamming into Doojoon's body harshly. His fingers dug into Doojoon's thigh, moans beginning to escape him as well. "So fucking tight," he growled out against the shell of Doojoon's ear.
Doojoon whimpered before sliding a hand beween their bodies to stroke himself. He brought his mouth to Dongwoon's neck, kissing and sucking his smooth skin. His moaning increased in volume as he felt himself nearing orgasm.
Dongwoon slid his knees forward to angle into Doojoon even deeper, his breathing ragged as short moans continued to fall from his lips.
With a strangled moan, Doojoon sank his teeth into Dongwoon's neck, releasing between their bodies, his body shaking. Dongwoon cried out as he was bitten, the feeling of teeth on his skin along with the tight rippling of Doojoon's muscles sending him over the edge with his lover. He thrust erratically into Doojoon's bodies, emptying himself.
They lay unmoving for long moments aside from the heaving of their chests. Finally, Doojoon unwound his legs from around Dongwoon and the younger man pulled out of his lover, rolling over to lay beside him.
Doojoon wasted no time in pulling him close and kissing him passionately. "Let's sleep," he suggested, knowing they couldn't just go to sleep in that state.
Dongwoon muttered a sound of discontent. "No, come on. We need a shower."
Doojoon whined before pulling himself and Dongwoon into a seated position. "Fine, but no hanky-panky in the shower."
Based on Dongwoon's lack of reply, Doojoon knew he would try something. And, he thought as they made their way to the bathroom, though he was exhausted from head to foot, he wasn't so sure he would mind.
~끝~
Author: dracoslovebunny
Pairing: DooWoon
Status: Oneshot
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash (graphic)
Word count: 1,909
Summary: In which Doojoon finds it easier to let someone else take the lead sometimes.
A/N: Written as part of my ongoing ALL-PAIRINGS 15-fic self-challenge. Each fic is a standalone (not part of the same storyline as the others). Fics are prompted by A Little Left of Logical. Title is the prompt.
Previous Installments:
Accident/KiWoon // Imitation of Life/JunWoon // Passing Flame/JunSeung // The Moment/KiSeob // Crave/DooKwang
As they finished their schedules for the day, Doojoon felt close to collapsing. He felt as though he'd been running around like a chicken with its head cut off for far too long, following every order handed down from the higher ups and making sure his group did well.
So it was with great relief that he was able to toss himself facedown into his bed that night, closing his eyes and pressing his face into his pillow. He heard the others milling around the living room, laughing and joking with each other. Certainly they were all tired, but none so much as Doojoon, so he let them have their fun without him.
Footsteps against the floor of the bedroom made Doojoon aware that one of the members had entered. Soon, Dongwoon was climbing into his bed. "Tired?" the maknae asked unnecessarily as he sat on Doojoon's upper thighs and began rubbing his back.
"Hmmm..." Doojoon moaned out under his breath, relaxing against Dongwoon's large, warm hands.
"The guys want to go out to celebrate the end of our current promotions," Dongwoon informed their leader. "I take it you don't want to go?"
Doojoon frowned. "I would if I could," he muttered. "I don't have that kind of energy right now."
"Alright, I'll let them know. Do you mind if I stay here with you?"
"Of course not. I'd like the company." Doojoon waited as Dongwoon stopped his massage, hearing the young man clicking out a text message on his phone. When he'd finished, Dongwoon tugged at Doojoon's shirt. Reluctantly, Doojoon lifted himself enough to let the garment be pulled over his head and tossed toward the dirty laundry hamper. Then Dongwoon continued his ministrations, hands sliding over Doojoon's back and kneading into his flesh to unknot his muscles.
Doojoon sighed and felt himself melting into the bed. Dongwoon always knew just how to touch him to make him feel good. "You're amazing," he slurred at the maknae.
Dongwoon chuckled. "I'm not the only one. I couldn't do half the crap you do for all of us every day. This is the least I can do to pay you back."
Yoseob's voice rang from the doorway then. "We'll be back in a few hours!"
Dongwoon's hands stilled on Doojoon's back as both men looked over at the visual maknae. Something about Yoseob seeing them like this made Dongwoon blush, even though they weren't doing anything worth being embarrassed about.
"Hey, you two," Yoseob continued with a sly smile, "don't do anything I wouldn't do." With that, the short man bounced out of the room to rejoin the rest of Beast.
As the front door of the dorm opened and closed, indicating the rest of the group's departure, Dongwoon's hands resumed their former movements.
"I don't know why Hyunseung thinks it would be alright to trust his sister around Yoseob; he's one of the biggest perverts I know, really, even if he tricks people into thinking otherwise," Doojoon spoke into the silence between them.
Dongwoon laughed. "He's not that bad..."
"See? He's got you fooled too." Doojoon turned his head to eye Dongwoon sideways, a smile on his lips.
"Yeah, well, everyone's perverted deep down," Dongwoon stated, his hands traveling down to Doojoon's lower back. "It's an evolutionary thing. Either you have a healthy sex drive and you procreate, or your genetics die off when you do."
"I'm not perverted," Doojoon insisted.
"Oh no?" Dongwoon smirked. "You never think about any of that? You never wonder what it's like to kiss someone, to touch their bodies, or have them touching yours - "
"Hey, stop it," Doojoon scolded, smirking as well.
Dongwoon laughed quietly. He bent lower, pressing his chest to Doojoon's back and running hsi hands over the older man's sides. "You never think about feeling someone pressed to you, holding you, rocking thier body with yours..."
Doojoon let out a small noise that was half pleasure and half frustration. "I'm gonna kill you, Son Dongwoon."
"Fine, but save that for later, I have plans first." Dongwoon slid his hand between Doojoon and the bed, rubbing the older man through the front of his jeans.
Moaning quietly, Doojoon pressed toward his hand. Then he tugged Dongwoon's hand away to give himself room to roll over underneath the younger man. Immediately, Dongwoon's lips were on his own. Doojoon returned the kiss eagerly, his arms winding around Dongwoon's neck. He felt hands scrambling at the clasp of his jeans, then cool air met his heated flesh and Dongwoon began to stroke him quickly. He moaned against his lover's mouth.
Focusing past the pleasure, Doojoon tugged Dongwoon's shirt over his head, forcing the younger man to release him just long enough for the garment to be cast aside. Dongwoon moved lower on Doojoon to kiss at his throat and collarbone, then his chest. Doojoon sid his fingers through Dongwoon's hair, leaning his head back as his lover continued downward. Dongwoon stopped to nip at Doojoon's belly button playfully, earning him a light swat on the head. He chuckled lowly, then tugged off Doojoon's pants and boxers.
With one hand on Doojoon's hip, Dongwoon used the other to slowly stroke Doojoon. Leaning in, he blew cool air across the older man's tip, earning a soft groan. Teasingly, he ran his tongue along the underside of Doojoon's length from base to tip, then twirled his tongue around the head before pulling away to blow cool air across the dampened skin. Doojoon's grip in his hair tightened a bit, but he otherwise showed no sign of his frustration. Finally, Dongwoon wrapped his lips around Doojoon and took his length into his mouth. The older man moaned, arching his hips toward the inviting heat.
Dongwoon pinned Doojoon's hips down to the bed to keep him from moving, then began bobbing his head rapidly. He could feel Doojoon straining against his hands, trying to move his hips. He hummed a low note, making Doojoon buck suddenly against his hold. Dongwoon pulled back, one eyebrow raised, and said, "I'll have to stop if you keep trying to choke me with your dick."
Doojoon whined playfully. "Sorry, baby. You're just so good."
With a smirk, Dongwoon stripped himself of his pants, taking the small bottle from the back pocket before casting them over the side of the bed. "I'll give you another chance."
He slid the older man back into his mouth, now moving more slowly. He uncapped the bottle in his hands, and as soon as he did, Doojoon spread his legs, knowing when was next. Dongwoon poured a small amount of the strawberry-scented lubricant onto his hand, then suddenly slid two slick fingers into his lover. Doojoon cried out quietly, tensing up in surprise, before forcing himself to relax again. Dongwoon drove his fingers quickly into Doojoon again, earning another, quieter cry. He matched his hand's pace to his mouth's as he stetched his lover. Soon, Doojoon was pressing downward against his fingers, and he added a third, both his hand and mouth picking up pace.
"Don't stop don't stop don't stop," Doojoon whimpered out, his fingers tightening harshly in Dongwoon's hair. Dongwoon took Doojoon more deeply into his mouth, curling his fingers a bit as he drove them in and out of his lover's tight body. With a long moan, Doojoon lifted his hips from the bed, releasing into Dongwoon's mouth. Dongwoon swallowed as quickly as he could, pulling away from Doojoon, then wiped at the side of his mouth. Pressing their chests together, Dongwoon slid up Doojoon's body to kiss him languidly.
Doojoon nipped at Dongwoon's lips, caressed the younger man's tongue with his own, and wrapped his arms around Dongwoon securely, letting the pleasure of his orgasm relax him. "Love you," he murmured against Dongwoon's lips.
Breaking their kiss, Dongwoon teased, "Of course you would say that now; you just got the most amazing blow job in the world."
Doojoon laughed, kissing Dongwoon's cheek and jawline. Then he pulled away and looked at Dongwoon, his smile in his eyes. "I love you, Son Dongwoon."
Dongwoon ran his hand along Doojoon's cheek, ear, and jawline, returning, "And I love you, Yoon Doojoon. Even if you do work us like slaves half the time."
"Yah!" Doojoon pushed at Dongwoon playfully as the younger man laughed. Dongwoon wrapped a hand around the back of Doojoon's neck and kissed him thoroughly, smiling against his lips. He rocked their lower bodies together, releasing a long, low sound of appreciation.
"Ready for more?" Dongwoon asked, grazing the tip of his nose against the side of Doojoon's.
The older man nodded before kissing Dongwoon. He spread his legs wide again, angling his hips so Dongwoon had better access.
Dongwoon covered his length in the sweetly scented lubricant, then pressed teasingly against his lover. Doojoon whined, pressing back, then moaned as he was breached, forcing himself to relax against the intrusion. Dongwoon buried himself inside of Doojoon, stilling his movements when his hips were fully pressed to the older man's. He scattered kisses across Doojoon's cheeks, neck, and lips. Doojoon wrapped his legs around Dongwoon, pulling him tightly to himself. Then Dongwoon began to rock against him, thrusting into him shallowly.
They moaned softly together. Dongwoon felt Doojoon growing hard again against his stomach. Using a hand against Doojoon's thigh for leverage, he pulled out and thrust into him completely, eliciting a heavy moan from his lover. After pulling out again, he snapped his hips forward, and Doojoon cried out, tightening his legs around Dongwoon. The younger man set a faster pace, grunting with effort and pleasure.
Doojoon let his head fall back against the pillow, letting Dongwoon take over completely. Then Dongwoon changed his angle and Doojoon moaned loudly as his prostate was struck. Dongwoon continued hitting the sweet spot, thrusting faster into the older man and reveling in his string of moans.
"What do you want?" Dongwoon asked his lover in a low voice.
"Harder," Doojoon practically begged between moans.
Dongwoon didn't hesitate to fulfill the request, slamming into Doojoon's body harshly. His fingers dug into Doojoon's thigh, moans beginning to escape him as well. "So fucking tight," he growled out against the shell of Doojoon's ear.
Doojoon whimpered before sliding a hand beween their bodies to stroke himself. He brought his mouth to Dongwoon's neck, kissing and sucking his smooth skin. His moaning increased in volume as he felt himself nearing orgasm.
Dongwoon slid his knees forward to angle into Doojoon even deeper, his breathing ragged as short moans continued to fall from his lips.
With a strangled moan, Doojoon sank his teeth into Dongwoon's neck, releasing between their bodies, his body shaking. Dongwoon cried out as he was bitten, the feeling of teeth on his skin along with the tight rippling of Doojoon's muscles sending him over the edge with his lover. He thrust erratically into Doojoon's bodies, emptying himself.
They lay unmoving for long moments aside from the heaving of their chests. Finally, Doojoon unwound his legs from around Dongwoon and the younger man pulled out of his lover, rolling over to lay beside him.
Doojoon wasted no time in pulling him close and kissing him passionately. "Let's sleep," he suggested, knowing they couldn't just go to sleep in that state.
Dongwoon muttered a sound of discontent. "No, come on. We need a shower."
Doojoon whined before pulling himself and Dongwoon into a seated position. "Fine, but no hanky-panky in the shower."
Based on Dongwoon's lack of reply, Doojoon knew he would try something. And, he thought as they made their way to the bathroom, though he was exhausted from head to foot, he wasn't so sure he would mind.
~끝~