between heartbeats
Title: Between Heartbeats
Rating: NC-WAAAAY OVER-17
Fandom/Pairing: B2ST, Doojoon/Yoseob
Summary: Bj's and hand jobs in the hazy indigo of the late dusk.
▲ This fic handles oral sex and mutual masturbation between two males and is totally explicit and detailed. Not comfortable? Don't read.
☆ I do not own these people I write about but I guess, in a sort of twisted way, I own their personalities (characters, if you may) since I'm sure that this is not how they act in real life.
★ Listening to too much music and re-watching Queer as Folk has its devious sides when it comes to plot-bunnies... not that this contains any plot lol. I had a lot of fun playing around with descriptions and actions, hope it shows in the fic! Might just have overdone Yoseob's naughty side a tad bit :P Other than that, please enjoy! Also, superduper-thanks to aeropi for test-reading it for me! Love ya babe!
It’s all darkness and bright colors when Doojoon presses his nose into the pillow and breathes in the sweet scent of washed sheets. He closes his eyes and takes in apples and cinnamon into his system and lets the aroma slowly wrap around his spine with an iron grip that feels like silk. His senses are sluggish but his heartbeat is speeding when smaller hands travel over his naked torso, caressing with smooth fingertips and short fingernails.
There’s a dark indigo tint in the air from the window that lets the dusk peek in. Doojoon allows his eyes to open halfway and his sight blurs on the edges from the idleness. When it becomes clearer, his eyes swallow the image of the other boy’s happy eyes and the grinning smile on his lips. Doojoon smiles a lazy grin of his own and runs his hand on the boy’s smooth face. That face, so full of youth and grace, never ceases to leave Doojoon breathless.
Yoseob closes his eyes just for moment to enjoy the touch before he brings his face closer to Doojoon’s to join their lips for a kiss, and it’s a sweet open-mouthed kiss that tastes like vanilla ice-cream and lazy Sundays when their tongues meet in the middle to dance around each other. Yoseob even makes these little noises that are swallowed by Doojoon and they spread throughout his body and leave him warm and tingly.
Doojoon’s hands take a life of their own and they stroke against Yoseob’s shoulder blades, feeling them flexing under the soft skin as the younger man uses the arm strength he’s got to keep himself upright. Doojoon pulls Yoseob down onto his chest until Yoseob’s laying all over him, kissing his full lips until they’re cherry red from the desperate contact.
It’s Yoseob’s breath on his lips, it’s Yoseob’s hands in his when the younger paints him in kisses and it’s Yoseob’s tongue on his skin. Down, down, down it goes until he reaches the older man’s hipbones, not razor sharp, but still beautifully there. He doesn’t resist licking them and thus it emits a low groan from Doojoon. A hand gracefully travels into Yoseob’s bleached hair where it fingers the locks and Yoseob’s eyes make a journey of their own to meet Doojoon‘s relaxed face.
Doojoon thinks that the way Yoseob moves his limbs might be the devil’s skill in disguise; because something so wickedly skilled cannot be part of Yoseob’s innocent nature. Not when Yoseob’s sneaky hands already have gotten rid of his underwear and Yoseob’s grinning at him like that and that tongue slinks out to wet his lips. Even his eyes have taken a certain glint to them which makes them sparkle in the low light, and Doojoon extends his theory by thinking that Yoseob might just really enjoy doing this and oh God-
Yoseob’s lips have never felt as soft as they do the second they envelop Doojoon cock’s head and his tongue plays around the slit. Doojoon’s mouth is open in a silent gasp and his hands grip the bed sheets tighter than before. Yoseob lets his lips let go of the hard need while his hand takes over, moving slowly up and down which entices Doojoon to look down at his lover, putting his weight on his elbows to get a good look. Yoseob smiles sweetly at Doojoon when their eyes meet halfway and everything is perfect and Doojoon swears he can hear angels singing and shit- Yoseob’s smile turns wicked and his tongue moves out of his mouth and licks the head lightly. The older boy’s eyes roll backwards and he can’t support himself anymore on his elbows now with the burning image of the younger’s wickedly ways swims in his eyesight.
Yoseob is everything but innocent when it comes to this. He opens his mouth wider when he takes more of the hard flesh into the wet warmness, moves up and down to a rhythm while a few moments pass. He relishes the taste of the other’s skin, enjoys the smooth texture while Doojoon’s hand presses against his neck, silently begging him to go faster.
Up and down Yoseob goes with his lips, wetting the hardened flesh, enjoying not only the fact that he can bring his lover to this boneless state with only his mouth, but also enjoys the general feel of Doojoon’s cock in his mouth. His hand seeks Doojoon‘s and he tightens the grip and he brings the length of Doojoon’s need deeper into his mouth while the other man’s hand on his neck tightens its own grip, and groans of pleasure escape from Doojoon’s throat.
Doojoon’s hips buck but Yoseob is fast in keeping them under control as he splays both hands on them, pushing a bit. His mouth lets go of Doojoon’s cock and he raises his head a bit to pant and catch his breath. In all honesty, Yoseob is aroused too and he sits back on his knees and rubs himself through his underwear. He lets out a moan and his lips are red and Doojoon’s hand sneaks down and touches his own cock, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him.
Yoseob is between Doojoon’s legs and Doojoon parts them even more to get a better view when Yoseob moves his hand into his underwear, fully wrapping his hand around his arousal. He pumps his fist and runs his thumb over the head but before he knows it, Doojoon is on his own knees, pulling off the clothing that’s in-between him and his eye candy. When it’s off, Yoseob continues to touch himself and Doojoon wants to touch him too but Yoseob swats his hand away and pushes him back to lie down. Doojoon is more than okay with this as he raises and bends his arms and rests his head on them to watch the show.
Yoseob’s free hand travels up his stomach, up his ribs where his fingertips traces feathery light, to his upper chest to play with his nipple and make a last stop at his mouth. Doojoon’s eyes are glued to the scene and follow that hand, trailing just a little bit behind as he takes in Yoseob’s skin, painted in the even darker indigo it has become now, when he notices that one of the fingers attached to that hand has slipped into Yoseob’s pretty mouth. It stays there for a while and Doojoon cannot bring himself to look away, especially when Yoseob is sucking it like that and when it comes out again, it has something kind of white stuck to it and… oh. It’s Doojoon’s pre-come. Wait, what?! Yoseob looks at it with a little smirk on his pretty lips and takes eye contact with Doojoon. And Doojoon can’t do anything else but glue his eyes to Yoseob who’s licking his finger clean of the fluid.
Doojoon’s eyes fall open wider when this happens and one of his hands unconsciously sneaks down until it touches his cock, making sure that it envelops the flesh before moving it up and down. His hips are free to buck and he moves them in sync with Yoseob, imagining to be buried inside his lover’s warmness. Yoseob’s name falls from own lips and his breath falls a bit short as he gets closer and closer to his goal but Yoseob will have none of it as he refrains from touching himself and moves to straddle Doojoon’s thighs.
His hand touches Doojoon’s when he brings their arousals together, using both hands to encircle them. Dojoon makes sure that he doesn’t break his eye-contact and his younger lover fastens his pace on their erections, panting with his eyes half open. Doojoon’s name falls from his lips and the combined sounds of pleasure from them fills the room with hazy thickness.
Yoseob’s hands tighten their hold and he rocks his hips, making the velvety feel of Doojoon’s cock against his own send small shocks up his spine, leaving him gasping and moaning, head thrown back. Doojoon’s hands are free, but not for long as they come up to play with Yoseob’s chest, caressing all over, making Yoseob rock a little bit harder and Doojoon’s hips thrust uncontrollably.
It’s Doojoon who comes first. His back arches and he freezes like that, with his hands on Yoseob’s waist and his cock in Yoseob’s hands. He comes in spurts on his stomach and his hips cannot lie still until after he is done. Yoseob has stopped all together and is watching Doojoon intensely with a secretive smile on his lightly bruised lips.
When Doojoon comes down a bit from his high, he notices that Yoseob hasn’t moved at all and he looks up to see what happened. He sees his lover look at him with dark eyes and sits up a bit to get more leverage as he wraps one of his arms around Yoseob’s waist and the other goes straight to the still heated flesh between them. Yoseob puts his own arms on Doojoon’s strong shoulders where they wrap around Doojoon’s neck and he lays his head in the crook of Doojoon’s neck. When the hand between them starts moving, Yoseob can’t really restrain his moans and his groin can’t really stay still so he wraps his legs tighter against Doojoon, grinds against his hand and sucks on his neck, surely leaving a hickey but really unable to care about it right now. Not when Doojoon’s slightly larger hands are running over his cock, bringing him closer to his final pleasure.
And closer is surely what Doojoon brings Yoseob right now. His hand moves faster when Yoseob commands it in his ear and his teeth set their mark on Yoseob’s shoulder when the younger’s fingernails scrape against his back. He tightens his fist and pumps it even harder and Yoseob moans louder and suddenly Yoseob’s there when Doojoon thumbs the vein on the underside. He comes hard with his eyes shut tight onto both of their stomachs and Doojoon holds Yoseob until he is spent and weary, slumping against Doojoon.
Doojoon lies back against sheets and with Yoseob’s weight still on top of him, he reaches for some tissues beside the bed to clean them both off. When he’s wiped up all of the sticky fluid he tosses the crumpled tissue back to the bedside table and drapes his tired arms around Yoseob’s waist. Yoseob, who’s been sleepily watching him, lifts his head up and lays a small kiss on Doojoon’s lips and then lays his head down in the crook of Doojoon’s neck again.
“Good night” he smiles sweetly. Doojoon feels the smile and answers in the silent way of covering them with the duvet and nuzzling the blond hair with his nose. He tightens his hold on the younger just a tad bit and that’s how they fall asleep.
Comments ne? :3
Rating: NC-WAAAAY OVER-17
Fandom/Pairing: B2ST, Doojoon/Yoseob
Summary: Bj's and hand jobs in the hazy indigo of the late dusk.
▲ This fic handles oral sex and mutual masturbation between two males and is totally explicit and detailed. Not comfortable? Don't read.
☆ I do not own these people I write about but I guess, in a sort of twisted way, I own their personalities (characters, if you may) since I'm sure that this is not how they act in real life.
★ Listening to too much music and re-watching Queer as Folk has its devious sides when it comes to plot-bunnies... not that this contains any plot lol. I had a lot of fun playing around with descriptions and actions, hope it shows in the fic! Might just have overdone Yoseob's naughty side a tad bit :P Other than that, please enjoy! Also, superduper-thanks to aeropi for test-reading it for me! Love ya babe!
It’s all darkness and bright colors when Doojoon presses his nose into the pillow and breathes in the sweet scent of washed sheets. He closes his eyes and takes in apples and cinnamon into his system and lets the aroma slowly wrap around his spine with an iron grip that feels like silk. His senses are sluggish but his heartbeat is speeding when smaller hands travel over his naked torso, caressing with smooth fingertips and short fingernails.
There’s a dark indigo tint in the air from the window that lets the dusk peek in. Doojoon allows his eyes to open halfway and his sight blurs on the edges from the idleness. When it becomes clearer, his eyes swallow the image of the other boy’s happy eyes and the grinning smile on his lips. Doojoon smiles a lazy grin of his own and runs his hand on the boy’s smooth face. That face, so full of youth and grace, never ceases to leave Doojoon breathless.
Yoseob closes his eyes just for moment to enjoy the touch before he brings his face closer to Doojoon’s to join their lips for a kiss, and it’s a sweet open-mouthed kiss that tastes like vanilla ice-cream and lazy Sundays when their tongues meet in the middle to dance around each other. Yoseob even makes these little noises that are swallowed by Doojoon and they spread throughout his body and leave him warm and tingly.
Doojoon’s hands take a life of their own and they stroke against Yoseob’s shoulder blades, feeling them flexing under the soft skin as the younger man uses the arm strength he’s got to keep himself upright. Doojoon pulls Yoseob down onto his chest until Yoseob’s laying all over him, kissing his full lips until they’re cherry red from the desperate contact.
It’s Yoseob’s breath on his lips, it’s Yoseob’s hands in his when the younger paints him in kisses and it’s Yoseob’s tongue on his skin. Down, down, down it goes until he reaches the older man’s hipbones, not razor sharp, but still beautifully there. He doesn’t resist licking them and thus it emits a low groan from Doojoon. A hand gracefully travels into Yoseob’s bleached hair where it fingers the locks and Yoseob’s eyes make a journey of their own to meet Doojoon‘s relaxed face.
Doojoon thinks that the way Yoseob moves his limbs might be the devil’s skill in disguise; because something so wickedly skilled cannot be part of Yoseob’s innocent nature. Not when Yoseob’s sneaky hands already have gotten rid of his underwear and Yoseob’s grinning at him like that and that tongue slinks out to wet his lips. Even his eyes have taken a certain glint to them which makes them sparkle in the low light, and Doojoon extends his theory by thinking that Yoseob might just really enjoy doing this and oh God-
Yoseob’s lips have never felt as soft as they do the second they envelop Doojoon cock’s head and his tongue plays around the slit. Doojoon’s mouth is open in a silent gasp and his hands grip the bed sheets tighter than before. Yoseob lets his lips let go of the hard need while his hand takes over, moving slowly up and down which entices Doojoon to look down at his lover, putting his weight on his elbows to get a good look. Yoseob smiles sweetly at Doojoon when their eyes meet halfway and everything is perfect and Doojoon swears he can hear angels singing and shit- Yoseob’s smile turns wicked and his tongue moves out of his mouth and licks the head lightly. The older boy’s eyes roll backwards and he can’t support himself anymore on his elbows now with the burning image of the younger’s wickedly ways swims in his eyesight.
Yoseob is everything but innocent when it comes to this. He opens his mouth wider when he takes more of the hard flesh into the wet warmness, moves up and down to a rhythm while a few moments pass. He relishes the taste of the other’s skin, enjoys the smooth texture while Doojoon’s hand presses against his neck, silently begging him to go faster.
Up and down Yoseob goes with his lips, wetting the hardened flesh, enjoying not only the fact that he can bring his lover to this boneless state with only his mouth, but also enjoys the general feel of Doojoon’s cock in his mouth. His hand seeks Doojoon‘s and he tightens the grip and he brings the length of Doojoon’s need deeper into his mouth while the other man’s hand on his neck tightens its own grip, and groans of pleasure escape from Doojoon’s throat.
Doojoon’s hips buck but Yoseob is fast in keeping them under control as he splays both hands on them, pushing a bit. His mouth lets go of Doojoon’s cock and he raises his head a bit to pant and catch his breath. In all honesty, Yoseob is aroused too and he sits back on his knees and rubs himself through his underwear. He lets out a moan and his lips are red and Doojoon’s hand sneaks down and touches his own cock, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him.
Yoseob is between Doojoon’s legs and Doojoon parts them even more to get a better view when Yoseob moves his hand into his underwear, fully wrapping his hand around his arousal. He pumps his fist and runs his thumb over the head but before he knows it, Doojoon is on his own knees, pulling off the clothing that’s in-between him and his eye candy. When it’s off, Yoseob continues to touch himself and Doojoon wants to touch him too but Yoseob swats his hand away and pushes him back to lie down. Doojoon is more than okay with this as he raises and bends his arms and rests his head on them to watch the show.
Yoseob’s free hand travels up his stomach, up his ribs where his fingertips traces feathery light, to his upper chest to play with his nipple and make a last stop at his mouth. Doojoon’s eyes are glued to the scene and follow that hand, trailing just a little bit behind as he takes in Yoseob’s skin, painted in the even darker indigo it has become now, when he notices that one of the fingers attached to that hand has slipped into Yoseob’s pretty mouth. It stays there for a while and Doojoon cannot bring himself to look away, especially when Yoseob is sucking it like that and when it comes out again, it has something kind of white stuck to it and… oh. It’s Doojoon’s pre-come. Wait, what?! Yoseob looks at it with a little smirk on his pretty lips and takes eye contact with Doojoon. And Doojoon can’t do anything else but glue his eyes to Yoseob who’s licking his finger clean of the fluid.
Doojoon’s eyes fall open wider when this happens and one of his hands unconsciously sneaks down until it touches his cock, making sure that it envelops the flesh before moving it up and down. His hips are free to buck and he moves them in sync with Yoseob, imagining to be buried inside his lover’s warmness. Yoseob’s name falls from own lips and his breath falls a bit short as he gets closer and closer to his goal but Yoseob will have none of it as he refrains from touching himself and moves to straddle Doojoon’s thighs.
His hand touches Doojoon’s when he brings their arousals together, using both hands to encircle them. Dojoon makes sure that he doesn’t break his eye-contact and his younger lover fastens his pace on their erections, panting with his eyes half open. Doojoon’s name falls from his lips and the combined sounds of pleasure from them fills the room with hazy thickness.
Yoseob’s hands tighten their hold and he rocks his hips, making the velvety feel of Doojoon’s cock against his own send small shocks up his spine, leaving him gasping and moaning, head thrown back. Doojoon’s hands are free, but not for long as they come up to play with Yoseob’s chest, caressing all over, making Yoseob rock a little bit harder and Doojoon’s hips thrust uncontrollably.
It’s Doojoon who comes first. His back arches and he freezes like that, with his hands on Yoseob’s waist and his cock in Yoseob’s hands. He comes in spurts on his stomach and his hips cannot lie still until after he is done. Yoseob has stopped all together and is watching Doojoon intensely with a secretive smile on his lightly bruised lips.
When Doojoon comes down a bit from his high, he notices that Yoseob hasn’t moved at all and he looks up to see what happened. He sees his lover look at him with dark eyes and sits up a bit to get more leverage as he wraps one of his arms around Yoseob’s waist and the other goes straight to the still heated flesh between them. Yoseob puts his own arms on Doojoon’s strong shoulders where they wrap around Doojoon’s neck and he lays his head in the crook of Doojoon’s neck. When the hand between them starts moving, Yoseob can’t really restrain his moans and his groin can’t really stay still so he wraps his legs tighter against Doojoon, grinds against his hand and sucks on his neck, surely leaving a hickey but really unable to care about it right now. Not when Doojoon’s slightly larger hands are running over his cock, bringing him closer to his final pleasure.
And closer is surely what Doojoon brings Yoseob right now. His hand moves faster when Yoseob commands it in his ear and his teeth set their mark on Yoseob’s shoulder when the younger’s fingernails scrape against his back. He tightens his fist and pumps it even harder and Yoseob moans louder and suddenly Yoseob’s there when Doojoon thumbs the vein on the underside. He comes hard with his eyes shut tight onto both of their stomachs and Doojoon holds Yoseob until he is spent and weary, slumping against Doojoon.
Doojoon lies back against sheets and with Yoseob’s weight still on top of him, he reaches for some tissues beside the bed to clean them both off. When he’s wiped up all of the sticky fluid he tosses the crumpled tissue back to the bedside table and drapes his tired arms around Yoseob’s waist. Yoseob, who’s been sleepily watching him, lifts his head up and lays a small kiss on Doojoon’s lips and then lays his head down in the crook of Doojoon’s neck again.
“Good night” he smiles sweetly. Doojoon feels the smile and answers in the silent way of covering them with the duvet and nuzzling the blond hair with his nose. He tightens his hold on the younger just a tad bit and that’s how they fall asleep.
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