The Room --- GTOP---Part 2/??
Title: The Room 2/?
Pairing: GTop, others to come later
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Angst, Horror, Suspense
Rating: R overall -- NC17 for this part
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: There's a room. No one wants to go in, but once you do, there's no coming out.
Notes: UNbetad, again.
First part
The room part 2
It doesn’t take Jiyong much more convincing to accompany Seunghyun back to his apartment. Seunghyun fumbles with the lock of his door-not because he’s drunk-because Jiyong won’t give him the chance to see where his keys have to slide in, his lips urging Seunghyun’s apart and his hands on a race against time itself to feel every curve of the taller man’s skin.
“Jiyong,” Seunghyun showers Jiyong in butterfly kisses. “Just-let me unlock the door.”
Jiyong nods, moving out of the way; his lips content with devouring the skin below his Adam’s apple. Seunghyun hums, clenching his teeth to keep the sounds from erupting from his mouth; all of his neighbors are probably in bed.
As soon as Jiyong hears the quiet click of the lock, he turns the knob and pulls Seunghyun in the apartment with him. Kicking off his shoes, he detaches his belt and lets it fall to the ground most ungraciously, which Seunghyun doesn’t appreciate. But he doesn’t say anything.
Despite wanting to see this rebellious young man undress more than most things in the world, he rushes across the room and closes the dark curtains. He does the same with his bedroom and kitchen curtains, closing and locking all the windows securely; he didn’t ask for a soundproof apartment on a whim.
Seunghyun returns to Jiyong’s side, hands smoothing over the skin of his behind as he presses up against him; it’s always a joy to sneak up on someone when they’re bent over. Jiyong hums, trying to pull his socks off, but unable to think for more than two seconds at a time.
Jiyong finally throws his sock across the house, thoroughly fed up with the entire façade of being a proper, young man. He turns to face Seunghyun, and kisses him, hands wrapped around the small of his back. If Seunghyun has any complaints about the lack of oxygen, he isn’t making them known, and for this Jiyong is grateful.
He’s a swimmer; holding his breath is what he does best.
Seunghyun pulls Jiyong’s legs up and around him, carrying him toward the bedroom blindly; he’s done this countless times before, but it’s never been as easy as it is now.
He rests Jiyong on the bed first, hovering over him with his lips persistently kissing a spot on Jiyong’s neck, sucking the blood to the surface. Seunghyun wants to leave his mark on such a delectable boy without having to sink in his teeth or nails. Plus, Jiyong seems to be enjoying it far more than he’d anticipated; the bulge in his boxers poking at Seunghyun’s bare stomach.
Jiyong whimpers, hooking his legs around the thin waist and locking them in place. His fingers scrape over any patch of skin he can feel, desperately clinging to Seunghyun in attempt to press the matter. Jiyong rocks his hips, grinding up toward the taller man, taking a soft lobe between his front teeth.
“Seunghyun,” he moans into the shell of his ear. “Please.”
And of course Seunghyun is ready to oblige. He pushes Jiyong’s legs apart gently, lying between the pale thighs. “I’ll take care of you.” Seunghyun grins.
Tugging on the length with one hand, Seunghyun carefully nibbles at the head of Jiyong’s cock, the other hand drawing circles and figure eights over the toned stomach he already admires so much. Jiyong arches, human words seeping from his vocabulary at with the torturous pace Seunghyun has set for him.
Seunghyun carelessly lathers his hand in saliva, gripping the base of Jiyong’s cock and jerking faster than he had been moment ago. Jiyong’s hips move of their own accord, his eyes rolling back into his skull with every experienced tug along his length. Lips ghost over the head of his cock, Seunghyun’s breath becoming a luxurious flood of pleasure as he lowers his mouth tantalizingly slow around the stiff member.
The mixture of calloused fingers scraping and slipping over his sensitive length and those swollen lips and undefeatable tongue send Jiyong slipping over the edge of sanity. And soon Seunghyun’s bedroom becomes his sanctuary of everlasting bliss because he’s never been so satisfied before in his life.
Seunghyun is startled when it’s over so soon; he didn’t even slide Jiyong’s member all the way down his throat as he wanted to. But the warm, salty taste on his tongue is interesting enough that he doesn’t mind his fun being cut short.
Jiyong’s head is spinning-in a good way, he notes-and he can’t help but pull Seunghyun in for one of many kisses, his tongue performing the most grateful and obscene motions Seunghyun has ever felt. It’s an incredible rush; one that turns into a rush of blood as his own erection begins to grow and press into Jiyong’s thigh.
Jiyong hums, carefully pressing against it. “Do you want to fuck me?” It’s not so much a question, as it is a demand on Jiyong’s part.
Seunghyun doesn’t like the proposition though, far more content with pleasing others than to have his own needs met; he’s been too selfish in the past to return to that place. Jiyong blinks at him, eyes hazy with lust, lips swollen and skin reddening with each grind of his hips. “Please?”
Seunghyun hums, kissing along Jiyong’s collarbone in an attempt to distract him until he decides what to do. His breath suddenly catches in his chest, small fingers taking him by surprise as they’ve slipped into his boxers for a discreet feel. His eyes widen, immediately pinning Jiyong’s wrists above his head and sinking his teeth into the dip of his neck.
Jiyong moans, his fingers squeezing around the bars of Seunghyun’s headrest. Seunghyun’s eyes darken radically and primal desire kicks in, pushing him to bite down harder, at which point he tastes blood and pulls back. Jiyong seems unfazed, fortunately, panting and finally passing out.
It’s better like this, Seunghyun thinks, he’s no longer forced into a corner.
More to come...
Later
Pairing: GTop, others to come later
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Angst, Horror, Suspense
Rating: R overall -- NC17 for this part
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: There's a room. No one wants to go in, but once you do, there's no coming out.
Notes: UNbetad, again.
First part
The room part 2
It doesn’t take Jiyong much more convincing to accompany Seunghyun back to his apartment. Seunghyun fumbles with the lock of his door-not because he’s drunk-because Jiyong won’t give him the chance to see where his keys have to slide in, his lips urging Seunghyun’s apart and his hands on a race against time itself to feel every curve of the taller man’s skin.
“Jiyong,” Seunghyun showers Jiyong in butterfly kisses. “Just-let me unlock the door.”
Jiyong nods, moving out of the way; his lips content with devouring the skin below his Adam’s apple. Seunghyun hums, clenching his teeth to keep the sounds from erupting from his mouth; all of his neighbors are probably in bed.
As soon as Jiyong hears the quiet click of the lock, he turns the knob and pulls Seunghyun in the apartment with him. Kicking off his shoes, he detaches his belt and lets it fall to the ground most ungraciously, which Seunghyun doesn’t appreciate. But he doesn’t say anything.
Despite wanting to see this rebellious young man undress more than most things in the world, he rushes across the room and closes the dark curtains. He does the same with his bedroom and kitchen curtains, closing and locking all the windows securely; he didn’t ask for a soundproof apartment on a whim.
Seunghyun returns to Jiyong’s side, hands smoothing over the skin of his behind as he presses up against him; it’s always a joy to sneak up on someone when they’re bent over. Jiyong hums, trying to pull his socks off, but unable to think for more than two seconds at a time.
Jiyong finally throws his sock across the house, thoroughly fed up with the entire façade of being a proper, young man. He turns to face Seunghyun, and kisses him, hands wrapped around the small of his back. If Seunghyun has any complaints about the lack of oxygen, he isn’t making them known, and for this Jiyong is grateful.
He’s a swimmer; holding his breath is what he does best.
Seunghyun pulls Jiyong’s legs up and around him, carrying him toward the bedroom blindly; he’s done this countless times before, but it’s never been as easy as it is now.
He rests Jiyong on the bed first, hovering over him with his lips persistently kissing a spot on Jiyong’s neck, sucking the blood to the surface. Seunghyun wants to leave his mark on such a delectable boy without having to sink in his teeth or nails. Plus, Jiyong seems to be enjoying it far more than he’d anticipated; the bulge in his boxers poking at Seunghyun’s bare stomach.
Jiyong whimpers, hooking his legs around the thin waist and locking them in place. His fingers scrape over any patch of skin he can feel, desperately clinging to Seunghyun in attempt to press the matter. Jiyong rocks his hips, grinding up toward the taller man, taking a soft lobe between his front teeth.
“Seunghyun,” he moans into the shell of his ear. “Please.”
And of course Seunghyun is ready to oblige. He pushes Jiyong’s legs apart gently, lying between the pale thighs. “I’ll take care of you.” Seunghyun grins.
Tugging on the length with one hand, Seunghyun carefully nibbles at the head of Jiyong’s cock, the other hand drawing circles and figure eights over the toned stomach he already admires so much. Jiyong arches, human words seeping from his vocabulary at with the torturous pace Seunghyun has set for him.
Seunghyun carelessly lathers his hand in saliva, gripping the base of Jiyong’s cock and jerking faster than he had been moment ago. Jiyong’s hips move of their own accord, his eyes rolling back into his skull with every experienced tug along his length. Lips ghost over the head of his cock, Seunghyun’s breath becoming a luxurious flood of pleasure as he lowers his mouth tantalizingly slow around the stiff member.
The mixture of calloused fingers scraping and slipping over his sensitive length and those swollen lips and undefeatable tongue send Jiyong slipping over the edge of sanity. And soon Seunghyun’s bedroom becomes his sanctuary of everlasting bliss because he’s never been so satisfied before in his life.
Seunghyun is startled when it’s over so soon; he didn’t even slide Jiyong’s member all the way down his throat as he wanted to. But the warm, salty taste on his tongue is interesting enough that he doesn’t mind his fun being cut short.
Jiyong’s head is spinning-in a good way, he notes-and he can’t help but pull Seunghyun in for one of many kisses, his tongue performing the most grateful and obscene motions Seunghyun has ever felt. It’s an incredible rush; one that turns into a rush of blood as his own erection begins to grow and press into Jiyong’s thigh.
Jiyong hums, carefully pressing against it. “Do you want to fuck me?” It’s not so much a question, as it is a demand on Jiyong’s part.
Seunghyun doesn’t like the proposition though, far more content with pleasing others than to have his own needs met; he’s been too selfish in the past to return to that place. Jiyong blinks at him, eyes hazy with lust, lips swollen and skin reddening with each grind of his hips. “Please?”
Seunghyun hums, kissing along Jiyong’s collarbone in an attempt to distract him until he decides what to do. His breath suddenly catches in his chest, small fingers taking him by surprise as they’ve slipped into his boxers for a discreet feel. His eyes widen, immediately pinning Jiyong’s wrists above his head and sinking his teeth into the dip of his neck.
Jiyong moans, his fingers squeezing around the bars of Seunghyun’s headrest. Seunghyun’s eyes darken radically and primal desire kicks in, pushing him to bite down harder, at which point he tastes blood and pulls back. Jiyong seems unfazed, fortunately, panting and finally passing out.
It’s better like this, Seunghyun thinks, he’s no longer forced into a corner.
More to come...
Later