Gentle
Title: Gentle
Pairing: Taec/Khun
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Yeah it’s really short but I just needed to get this out of my system. During the ‘Don’t Stop, Can’t Stop’ performances that tiny part where Khun and Taec nearly rip each other’s heads off is playing on repeat in my head and yeah.
Enjoy.~
Oh also this really isn't gentle at all lmfao ugh yes violence nom.
P.S. why yes KhunYoung is invading inorae and while I don't mind I don't necessarily approve so uhm HAVE SOME SMUT CUZ INORAE LACKS THAT TOO :(
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Khun felt his body be slammed up against the door of the dorm but he could care less as Taec’s mouth continued to devour him whole. Hands clawed at clothing, way too eager to care about the fact that the sound of fabric tearing resounded through out the dorm, way too eager to care about the fact that their teeth were clashing and their lips were bleeding.
“Fuck,” Khun muttered in English as Taecyeon palmed his hip roughly, having successfully removed the blond’s shirt and tossed it aside. Khun bucked his hips into that touch and his hands pushed violently at Taec’s chest, the taller man stumbling a bit as he moved backwards, the Thai following him closely.
Their mouths attached and their hands roamed over the others’ body as Taec’s tongue lapped at Khun’s bleeding lips, drawing the metallic liquid into his mouth and tasting it, feeling it mingling with his own. Khun’s hand fisted in Taecyeon’s shirt as he dragged the taller man towards his bedroom, kicking his door open with such force that the door jamb splinted with a crack.
Falling onto Khun’s bed in a tangle of limbs, spit and blood, Taec’s large hands palmed Nichkhun roughly through his jeans, the Thai’s head dropping back against the pillows as he hissed through his teeth and gripped at Taec’s arms hard enough to leave red finger prints. Taecyeon moved his teeth to Khun’s neck and sank into the pale flesh, Khun’s body spasming and twitching beneath his as the temperature in the room spiked to an unbearable degree.
Khun reached up to pull the shirt off of Taec’s head none too nicely, the fire in his eyes mirrored by the taller man’s dark hues as they pulled apart for the briefest of moments so Taecyeon could pull his pants off. But he wasn’t moving fast enough, apparently, as Khun’s hands reached forward and knocked Taec’s away, pushing the pants down solid hips and thighs, Taec finishing the job by kicking them off along with his boxers. His hands grabbed at Khun’s jeans, pulling on the denim so hard the button popped off and the zipper was forced open, the Thai man scowling and cussing as he lifted his hips so Taec could pull the material free, his boxer-briefs following and oh, the noise that Khun let out when their cocks aligned and slid along each other was almost too much to handle.
Taec reached between them and wrapped long fingers around both of their cocks, jerking them both before Khun groaned and let out a sharp cry, his back arching impossibly as he wrapped his long, long legs around Taec’s waist.
“Jesus Christ just fucking do it,” Khun hissed, his need tangible with how touched out his voice was, his perfect angelic voice barely above a whisper and more dirty and raunchy than it had ever sounded.
Taec let out a low breathy chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest and shooting straight to Khun’s dick. “Impatient.”
“I don’t give a damn,” Khun grumbled as he sat up and flipped over onto his hands and knees, pushing his ass back onto Taec’s dick.
The rapper bit his lower lip and tasted blood all over again as his hips pulsed forward against that sweet ass, that amazing ass that looked like it was made for his cock. He reached out and grabbed Khun’s blond hair, amazed that it was still silky soft despite the bleach and hair torture it had been put through. He yanked Khun’s head back and the Thai saw stars, his jaw dropping as he let out a low moan.
“You’re a fucking slut,” Taec declared, his free hand moving to Khun’s hip to steady the smaller body as he ground his cock along the crevice of Khun’s ass.
“So then treat me like one,” Khun breathed out.
Taecyeon growled low in the back of his throat as he threw down Khun’s head, the smaller man letting it hang as he tried to gather his breath. Taec grabbed the base of his cock and guided it to Khun’s unstretched entrance, pushing against it lightly before pulling back and drizzling his pre-cum over the puckered, quivering hole. Khun’s body was flushed a pretty pink, his dick heavy and hard between his legs, and Taec could see his trapezoids flexing with every breath he heaved in, this finely sculpted body submitting to Taec’s desire.
Running his hands up Khun’s sides and over his back, Taecyeon bent over and mouthed along Khun’s shoulder blades almost affectionately.
“What the fuck are you doing,” Khun hissed, his head shooting up as he tried to pull away from the chaste, sweet touches.
“Thinking that maybe I should have taken you out to dinner first,” Taec supplied, and Khun shot a glare over his shoulder that showed Taec exactly what he thought of that comment. “Or not.” Taec chuckled and straightened, jerking his cock a few times as he stared down at Khun’s body, watching the way it shuddered with each inhale, watching the skin glow in the moonlight, damp with sweat from the buildup of this escapade.
Licking his lips, Taec grabbed Khun’s hips and aligned his cock with the blond’s hole, pressing against it lightly. He vaguely thought about lubrication, and he spit on his hand but halted his motions before he even touched his dick.
“If you make me wait any longer then you’re not getting any at all,” Khun growled, and Taec had to bite back a laugh.
“I like how you think you’re the one in control here.”
“Aren’t I?” Khun shot another look over his shoulder, and Taec’s dick jumped as he briefly reconsidered his statement. He was pretty much at Khun’s mercy right now, despite their positions.
So without any further ado, Taec slammed into Khun’s tight heat, the blond bowing his back taut as he let out a cry, the rapper’s breath being stolen right out of his lungs as he was enveloped with an impossibly tight heat. He hunched over and tried to gather his wits, Khun’s low grunts beneath him making him wonder if maybe he should have just made Khun wait so he could prep him. But Khun’s hips rolled and the blond was gripping onto the blankets with white knuckles, and Taec sucked in a breath as his cock shifted even deeper within the other man’s body.
“Fuck,” Taec breathed out, his breath fanning over Khun’s skin.
“Move, move Taec, fuck, move…” Khun moaned out, and Taec returned his hands to the man’s hips as he pulled out a fraction and slammed back in, picking up the rough and brutal pace that they were so used to.
Khun didn’t mewl, he didn’t whimper, he didn’t cry out or do anything else that sounded remotely submissive. He moaned, he groaned, he yelled and he made decidedly manly noises, noises that spurred Taecyeon on further, as he gripped those platinum locks again and pulled Khun up. Obediently the Thai man lifted his body, the new angle making Taec’s cock drive right into his sweet spot, Khun’s body tensing and tightening as coils of pleasure shot through his veins.
“Fuck!” Khun’s yell was hoarse and Taec wrapped an arm around the blond’s middle to help keep him upright. Nichkhun dropped his head back onto Taec’s shoulder, the rapper taking advantage of the exposed skin and biting at it, leaving a few marks in his wake that Khun would probably hit him for, later.
His hips snapped forward and Khun’s hips gyrated as they moved together towards their ultimate goal, and Khun’s moaning got louder and louder until he gripped onto the underside of the top bunk to keep him upright, his arm strength the only thing keeping him upright as Taec pounded deeply within him.
Feeling his climax fast approaching Taec sank his teeth into Khun’s shoulder blades where he had kissed before, his teeth breaking the skin and instantly drawing blood. Khun cried out and his body trembled violently before his untouched cock exploded onto his stomach and dripped down onto his sheets, the vice-like clench around Taecyeon’s cock making the rapper follow soon after, spilling his sot seed into Khun’s ass.
Khun let go of the bunk, then, and his body would have collapsed completely if Taec hadn’t caught him, pulling out and carefully setting the blond down on the bed, avoiding the soiled spot on the sheets. Khun’s eyes were drooping and his breathing was slowing and evening out, and Taec smiled lightly before he got up off the bed and grabbed a towel to clean the mess off of Khun and try to get he mess off of the sheets as well.
Tossing the towel in the hamper and pulling his boxers back on, Taec gathered his clothes and made for the door, but Khun’s voice stopped him before he could reach the handle.
“Next time don’t be so gentle.”
Taec smirked lightly and threw a grin over his shoulder as he exited, “I’ll try not to hold myself back.”
Pairing: Taec/Khun
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Yeah it’s really short but I just needed to get this out of my system. During the ‘Don’t Stop, Can’t Stop’ performances that tiny part where Khun and Taec nearly rip each other’s heads off is playing on repeat in my head and yeah.
Enjoy.~
Oh also this really isn't gentle at all lmfao ugh yes violence nom.
P.S. why yes KhunYoung is invading inorae and while I don't mind I don't necessarily approve so uhm HAVE SOME SMUT CUZ INORAE LACKS THAT TOO :(
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Khun felt his body be slammed up against the door of the dorm but he could care less as Taec’s mouth continued to devour him whole. Hands clawed at clothing, way too eager to care about the fact that the sound of fabric tearing resounded through out the dorm, way too eager to care about the fact that their teeth were clashing and their lips were bleeding.
“Fuck,” Khun muttered in English as Taecyeon palmed his hip roughly, having successfully removed the blond’s shirt and tossed it aside. Khun bucked his hips into that touch and his hands pushed violently at Taec’s chest, the taller man stumbling a bit as he moved backwards, the Thai following him closely.
Their mouths attached and their hands roamed over the others’ body as Taec’s tongue lapped at Khun’s bleeding lips, drawing the metallic liquid into his mouth and tasting it, feeling it mingling with his own. Khun’s hand fisted in Taecyeon’s shirt as he dragged the taller man towards his bedroom, kicking his door open with such force that the door jamb splinted with a crack.
Falling onto Khun’s bed in a tangle of limbs, spit and blood, Taec’s large hands palmed Nichkhun roughly through his jeans, the Thai’s head dropping back against the pillows as he hissed through his teeth and gripped at Taec’s arms hard enough to leave red finger prints. Taecyeon moved his teeth to Khun’s neck and sank into the pale flesh, Khun’s body spasming and twitching beneath his as the temperature in the room spiked to an unbearable degree.
Khun reached up to pull the shirt off of Taec’s head none too nicely, the fire in his eyes mirrored by the taller man’s dark hues as they pulled apart for the briefest of moments so Taecyeon could pull his pants off. But he wasn’t moving fast enough, apparently, as Khun’s hands reached forward and knocked Taec’s away, pushing the pants down solid hips and thighs, Taec finishing the job by kicking them off along with his boxers. His hands grabbed at Khun’s jeans, pulling on the denim so hard the button popped off and the zipper was forced open, the Thai man scowling and cussing as he lifted his hips so Taec could pull the material free, his boxer-briefs following and oh, the noise that Khun let out when their cocks aligned and slid along each other was almost too much to handle.
Taec reached between them and wrapped long fingers around both of their cocks, jerking them both before Khun groaned and let out a sharp cry, his back arching impossibly as he wrapped his long, long legs around Taec’s waist.
“Jesus Christ just fucking do it,” Khun hissed, his need tangible with how touched out his voice was, his perfect angelic voice barely above a whisper and more dirty and raunchy than it had ever sounded.
Taec let out a low breathy chuckle, the sound reverberating through his chest and shooting straight to Khun’s dick. “Impatient.”
“I don’t give a damn,” Khun grumbled as he sat up and flipped over onto his hands and knees, pushing his ass back onto Taec’s dick.
The rapper bit his lower lip and tasted blood all over again as his hips pulsed forward against that sweet ass, that amazing ass that looked like it was made for his cock. He reached out and grabbed Khun’s blond hair, amazed that it was still silky soft despite the bleach and hair torture it had been put through. He yanked Khun’s head back and the Thai saw stars, his jaw dropping as he let out a low moan.
“You’re a fucking slut,” Taec declared, his free hand moving to Khun’s hip to steady the smaller body as he ground his cock along the crevice of Khun’s ass.
“So then treat me like one,” Khun breathed out.
Taecyeon growled low in the back of his throat as he threw down Khun’s head, the smaller man letting it hang as he tried to gather his breath. Taec grabbed the base of his cock and guided it to Khun’s unstretched entrance, pushing against it lightly before pulling back and drizzling his pre-cum over the puckered, quivering hole. Khun’s body was flushed a pretty pink, his dick heavy and hard between his legs, and Taec could see his trapezoids flexing with every breath he heaved in, this finely sculpted body submitting to Taec’s desire.
Running his hands up Khun’s sides and over his back, Taecyeon bent over and mouthed along Khun’s shoulder blades almost affectionately.
“What the fuck are you doing,” Khun hissed, his head shooting up as he tried to pull away from the chaste, sweet touches.
“Thinking that maybe I should have taken you out to dinner first,” Taec supplied, and Khun shot a glare over his shoulder that showed Taec exactly what he thought of that comment. “Or not.” Taec chuckled and straightened, jerking his cock a few times as he stared down at Khun’s body, watching the way it shuddered with each inhale, watching the skin glow in the moonlight, damp with sweat from the buildup of this escapade.
Licking his lips, Taec grabbed Khun’s hips and aligned his cock with the blond’s hole, pressing against it lightly. He vaguely thought about lubrication, and he spit on his hand but halted his motions before he even touched his dick.
“If you make me wait any longer then you’re not getting any at all,” Khun growled, and Taec had to bite back a laugh.
“I like how you think you’re the one in control here.”
“Aren’t I?” Khun shot another look over his shoulder, and Taec’s dick jumped as he briefly reconsidered his statement. He was pretty much at Khun’s mercy right now, despite their positions.
So without any further ado, Taec slammed into Khun’s tight heat, the blond bowing his back taut as he let out a cry, the rapper’s breath being stolen right out of his lungs as he was enveloped with an impossibly tight heat. He hunched over and tried to gather his wits, Khun’s low grunts beneath him making him wonder if maybe he should have just made Khun wait so he could prep him. But Khun’s hips rolled and the blond was gripping onto the blankets with white knuckles, and Taec sucked in a breath as his cock shifted even deeper within the other man’s body.
“Fuck,” Taec breathed out, his breath fanning over Khun’s skin.
“Move, move Taec, fuck, move…” Khun moaned out, and Taec returned his hands to the man’s hips as he pulled out a fraction and slammed back in, picking up the rough and brutal pace that they were so used to.
Khun didn’t mewl, he didn’t whimper, he didn’t cry out or do anything else that sounded remotely submissive. He moaned, he groaned, he yelled and he made decidedly manly noises, noises that spurred Taecyeon on further, as he gripped those platinum locks again and pulled Khun up. Obediently the Thai man lifted his body, the new angle making Taec’s cock drive right into his sweet spot, Khun’s body tensing and tightening as coils of pleasure shot through his veins.
“Fuck!” Khun’s yell was hoarse and Taec wrapped an arm around the blond’s middle to help keep him upright. Nichkhun dropped his head back onto Taec’s shoulder, the rapper taking advantage of the exposed skin and biting at it, leaving a few marks in his wake that Khun would probably hit him for, later.
His hips snapped forward and Khun’s hips gyrated as they moved together towards their ultimate goal, and Khun’s moaning got louder and louder until he gripped onto the underside of the top bunk to keep him upright, his arm strength the only thing keeping him upright as Taec pounded deeply within him.
Feeling his climax fast approaching Taec sank his teeth into Khun’s shoulder blades where he had kissed before, his teeth breaking the skin and instantly drawing blood. Khun cried out and his body trembled violently before his untouched cock exploded onto his stomach and dripped down onto his sheets, the vice-like clench around Taecyeon’s cock making the rapper follow soon after, spilling his sot seed into Khun’s ass.
Khun let go of the bunk, then, and his body would have collapsed completely if Taec hadn’t caught him, pulling out and carefully setting the blond down on the bed, avoiding the soiled spot on the sheets. Khun’s eyes were drooping and his breathing was slowing and evening out, and Taec smiled lightly before he got up off the bed and grabbed a towel to clean the mess off of Khun and try to get he mess off of the sheets as well.
Tossing the towel in the hamper and pulling his boxers back on, Taec gathered his clothes and made for the door, but Khun’s voice stopped him before he could reach the handle.
“Next time don’t be so gentle.”
Taec smirked lightly and threw a grin over his shoulder as he exited, “I’ll try not to hold myself back.”