Endurance, OR What Not to Do in Your Free Time
Endurance, OR What Not to Do in Your Free Time
Tablo/Eunhyuk, PWP, NC-17 (explicit sex), 2094 words, Archive
Warning: food sex
A/N: I never thought I'd need this kind of warning, but as Jen said, "a bagel never had it so good"... I would also like to preface this by saying this is probably (maybe, most likely, okay not really, but kind of) Kai's fault and therefore is dedicated entirely to her.
Eunhyuk stares at himself in the mirror.
It's propped up on his bed, across from him, and he wonders for a short moment if anyone would notice if he screwed it in to the ceiling.
There he would be, laying on his bed and staring bird's eye view of himself, sleeping, napping, or just laying there admiring his well-toned stomach sans all clothing and gripping at the sheets. As it is now, he can only watch himself shift awkwardly sitting up against his wall. His breathing is staccato and loud.
The pressure.
It hurts. It hurts him so good and he wonders how long he can stare at his own swelled up cock before he'll give in and just wank it like he wants to.
Self control. Discipline. It's all part of his regimen for success. If he can stand not touching himself for ten minutes, twenty, an hour, he can stand the agony of lifting those weight stacks next time he goes to the gym.
This is, at least, what he tells himself. Until he knows... he knows that it's impossible.
It's heavy, the weight, the throb, the expansion of himself, and it's only been six minutes. Six six six sex suck--god he needs to touch and he succumbs.
The first brush of his fingers blinds him in a multicolored haze and when the brush becomes pumping becomes stroking, he thinks he needs more hands because he can't stop anything he's doing to go for another area in need of touching.
The strain, the frustrating ache makes his hands move in a fevered rush until it reaches his throat and he moans to the press of his fingers along his base.
Eunhyuk sees his tip shining under the harsh florescent lighting of his room, on the body worth looking at, and spreads his thighs just that much wider to reach for--
"Hyukkie?" Tablo's voice echoes outside in the hall and Eunhyuk can't even scramble to pretend he wasn't just jacking off to his own reflection before the door swings open with Tablo walking in, a bagel in hand. "Is something wrong? I heard--"
"H-hyung! I-I--" And Eunhyuk stops himself because 'My dick was choking so I was trying to give it the Heimlich maneuver' would never pass as a legitimate alibi anywhere. So he tells the truth. "H-help, hyung. I-ins-side, p-please," he moaned, and mixed in some whimpers for good measure. Not that he could control them with Tablo's eyes trained on him.
Tablo closes the door. "You should really lock your door if you're doing these kinds of things, Hyukkie-yah," he smirks, twisting the lock. "How long have you been..."
"Too long. I need to-Ung!" Eunhyuk groans as Tablo comes up and tries to fit his bagel, cream cheese teeming from the sides, over his cock. It's warm and firm, but not scratchy (Tablo must've been too lazy to take out the toaster again), and the touch of something not his own hand feels insanely good.
"Sorry," he doesn't look it, "It looked like it would fit, but... you're too big for this hole," Tablo says, only slightly rueful, but mostly wicked and Eunhyuk tries to squash out that pleased feeling because... what the heck? His size was just compared to a bagel hole.
Still, he grimaces when the breakfast item is removed, bucking violently when Tablo goes down to lick that bit of cream cheese off his cock. All his inhibitions fly unchecked and Eunhyuk's only focus is the wet friction and he's near the edge, so near, so near, almost--
Wait. Fingers. Constricting around the base. "T-Tablo, no, don't don't please," Eunhyuk cries.
"Well," Tablo leans over to catch Eunhyuk's lips and Eunhyuk licks a tiny dollop of cream cheese off of Tablo's mouth, but it has an odd flavor to it. It's almost... briny.
"Don't you need to last long enough to make me come with you?" Tablo sucks on his earlobe, the bagel still in the hand not on his cock. It's keeping Tablo from roaming those fingers where Eunhyuk wants them to roam and his own hands are yanking at the folds of Tablo's cardigan, hoping that would release the hold on him as his neck is being gloriously assaulted with soft nips and the careful caress of lips along his throat.
And then, Tablo pumps him slowly, so gently, before strengthening his grip, and Eunhyuk's eyes water.
"H-hyung!"
Eunhyuk can't stand the pain, the pleasure, the touch, the distance, and he throws his body back and his hips up in an effort to feel something more than the heaviness of a throbbing bomb waiting to go off.
"Hyukjae..." Tablo shudders, eyes feverishly dark. "What should I do? If I let you go, you'll come without me. If I don't let you go, I can't take off my clothes, and touch you."
"Hnnguh--" Eunhyuk gasps and pants and there might be no possible way to speak in coherent words. Let me go, let me come, he wants to say if he could, but half a second later, he changes his mind when Tablo bends down to kiss his tear-stained cheeks. Hold on so hyung can come first.
"Actually," Tablo's breath on his chest tickles him, "Maybe the bagel is big enough."
Eunhyuk lifts his head to gawk as Tablo sits up, and positions the bagel above his erection.
"Ah-Ah-Ahng!" Eunhyuk cries out because Tablo is pushing it lightly over tip. It's tight, so tight, so tight and warm and the cream cheese is keenly smooth. He doesn't quite fit, but the bread is resilient, stretching over and staying firm against him. Tablo gradually and agonizingly screws the bagel down further and holy mother of jesus it feels good.
Snug and still warm, watching the overflow of cream cheese spreading sleek over his shaft... until it reaches his base, replacing Tablo's fingers.
"It... fits," and Tablo's tone is surprised, and almost self-satisfied as he shucks his sweater, quickly undoes his shirt and pants, casting away his underwear wildly. His cock is up and damp and, Eunhyuk thinks, it's... handsome, in comparison to his own right at this moment. It's embarrassing, seeing himself covered with white cream, and a ring of bread preventing him from coming. That he's small enough to fit into that tiny hole.
He must have stared too long at his white-smeared cock, because Tablo grins, leaning down to lap it off. "You taste good, Hyukkie-yah, so good," he says, getting his tongue into every crease and Eunhyuk's torso is convulsing on its own, waist squirming in desperation for relief.
The tears won't stop flowing and Eunhyuk's voice comes out in disconnected guttural yelps. "Ta-Tablo-h-h-hyung, I-ah-ah-ah-" he cries in time with Tablo's tongue sweeping across his tip and his hands massaging his sides, thumbs stroking across his stomach.
Tablo's hot breath comes out in puffs on his cock and what he needs is to come, but he wants more. Eunhyuk gathers his wits to sit up and - "Eung!" - the bagel presses uncomfortably and painfully and gratifyingly against his stiff cock as he bows his head into Tablo's lap.
"Ah! Hyukjae! So good so good not so hard can't come yet no--"
Eunhyuk sucks on Tablo, hot and swollen, taking care to stroke him with wet fingertips. He rubs himself against his sheets up and down as his head bobs in the same motion, but it's not enough. He stops his actions when he feels Tablo pulsing at the edge, a string of liquid following his lips from Tablo's slit. He watches as it breaks.
Tablo is bigger than him, Eunhyuk realizes. It doesn't matter how much he exercised, bulked up, or slimmed down. His confidence wavers.
But hands come around his waist and he forgets himself as tender arms hold him to the loving glide of skin. Tablo isn't athletic, arms flaccid and belly undefined, but Eunhyuk appreciates the way they form together, how they seem to be tailored to match.
"Ah--ng-h-h--" he pants when Tablo reaches to follow the jut of Eunhyuk's jaw with his thumb and Eunhyuk can feel the tremor of his hand. He closes his eyes, and feels himself quaking with it. Then he shifts with his legs bent under him and his thighs are splayed out. "Hyung, I--" and he stops because it would be weird to ask for Tablo to take him, to come inside. But he knows his fingers won't do at this point, and shame? There's a bagel on his dick.
"I-I need more--more--P-please can you, I--Seonwoong--Hyungnim--" Tablo leaps for him, nearly crashing Eunhyuk through the wall, lips mashing and molding into his, nibbling his mouth before running it all along Eunhyuk's neck, chest, grazing a nipple and lingering there, one hand passing over his buttocks and the other grasping onto his hip bone.
"You don't know what you do to me at all, do you?"
For maybe a full five seconds, Eunhyuk doesn't understand. All he knows is that he's held on for long enough. He's surprised he's still enduring, and alive. Tablo's fingers kneading at his muscle where the curve of his butt meets his thigh, their cocks in close enough proximity to work against each other.
"Heu-ng!" Eunhyuk moans as Tablo moves off him with a light shove and crawls over to pull out the bottle of lube from an inconspicuous box atop the bedside table.
There's a fumble with the cap and it's lost in the crumple of sheets, but seeing Tablo so agitated and eager, squeezing the gel on his fingers; it's enough for Eunhyuk to forgive when he feels a cool sensation quickly warming with a bit of rubbing against his opening. It's slippery and Tablo's finger hits exactly the right spot, something like a whirl of fire and ice coming over every nerve.
He can't stand it and pushes to straddle Tablo's thighs, grabbing the tube from him and smears the lube on Tablo's cock.
"Wait! W-What about--con--dom," Tablo chokes out.
"Can't wait, hyungnim," Eunhyuk gasps, but then his eyes widen, "U-Unless... I... Or you don't--I... I'm... but if you don't--"
"No!" Tablo bites his lip and pulls Eunhyuk down by his arm for a kiss. The pressure on Eunhyuk's cock isn't helped by the assault of force from all sides and he needs. He comes up for air and positions himself using the mirror behind as a guide, pushing Tablo's cock into him. Tablo tears the bagel in half wrenching it off of him and Eunhyuk swears he's going to come, but wet fingers grip him and it hurts and he's pounding against Tablo's palm and Tablo is pounding inside him, pressing against him, thrusting up into him and oh god oh god "Hy-HYUNG!"
He feels himself drowning in every sensation, eyes rolling up, and every muscle in his body seizes as sweet sweet sweet, the sweetest release overcomes him.
He's crying and in tremors, because it hurts, because he's still half hard, because he's never come so hard in his life, because Tablo is tugging him and rolling him over onto his back and holding him close. "Just," Tablo pants. "Just... Oh fuck," and he manages a low whine and moves out of Eunhyuk, coming all over his stomach and chest, the white glops just barely skimming his neck.
Tablo falls limp next to him. Their breathing doesn't match, Eunhyuk's deep drawn gulps of air versus Tablo's quick panting in rhythm with the rise and fall of his chest. His head tilts to peer at Eunhyuk who can't move, doesn't have the strength, and his cock still partially up.
Eunhyuk yelps and his hips jump away with Herculean effort when Tablo reaches to touch him there. "Ngh-Ah, don't! ... I... Hurts--"
"It's okay, it's okay," Tablo hushes him, seeing the tears and wiping them away. "It was that good, huh," he smirks, not unkindly, and gathers Eunhyuk into his arms, careful to make contact only above his waist. Eunhyuk closes his eyes, feels Tablo brushing away the hair from his face and kissing his forehead and temple, and his heart slows, but every beat resounds through his body all the way to the end of every limb.
-
"So," Tablo asks later, when they're all cleaned up (the bagel had been properly disposed of, at least), "What were you doing?"
Eunhyuk eyes the mirror first, and then at themselves, the mess of sheets they were tangled in, unidentifiable wet prints, a product of their wanton states.
"I was... testing my endurance," he answers.
"Like... strength training?"
"... Yes."
Tablo laughs and kisses his ear. "Idiot," he mutters, and before Eunhyuk can sink in shame, he amends, "Your endurance is perfect enough for me."
-
A quick addendum ending:
Eunhyuk still sinks, but in abashment, and chews his lower lip. He tries to move in for a kiss but stops at a sharp pain originating under his side.
"Oh, hey, that's where the cap went."
And dey rive happiry ever after DEE END.
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I had started this a bit after Boom Boom era, my want of a bagel manifesting itself into smut fic after a conversation with Kai gone wrong (or right). And then proceeded on to other WIPs, leaving Hyuk in "ALMOST THERE NEED TO COME" limbo for 3 months. ("You're waiting for an orgasm. An orgasm that will take you far away. You know where you hope this orgasm will take you, but you don't know for sure.") THAT SAID, I am crying forever at how srs I took this crack.
8| ... /crawls into hole and dies
Tablo/Eunhyuk, PWP, NC-17 (explicit sex), 2094 words, Archive
Warning: food sex
A/N: I never thought I'd need this kind of warning, but as Jen said, "a bagel never had it so good"... I would also like to preface this by saying this is probably (maybe, most likely, okay not really, but kind of) Kai's fault and therefore is dedicated entirely to her.
Eunhyuk stares at himself in the mirror.
It's propped up on his bed, across from him, and he wonders for a short moment if anyone would notice if he screwed it in to the ceiling.
There he would be, laying on his bed and staring bird's eye view of himself, sleeping, napping, or just laying there admiring his well-toned stomach sans all clothing and gripping at the sheets. As it is now, he can only watch himself shift awkwardly sitting up against his wall. His breathing is staccato and loud.
The pressure.
It hurts. It hurts him so good and he wonders how long he can stare at his own swelled up cock before he'll give in and just wank it like he wants to.
Self control. Discipline. It's all part of his regimen for success. If he can stand not touching himself for ten minutes, twenty, an hour, he can stand the agony of lifting those weight stacks next time he goes to the gym.
This is, at least, what he tells himself. Until he knows... he knows that it's impossible.
It's heavy, the weight, the throb, the expansion of himself, and it's only been six minutes. Six six six sex suck--god he needs to touch and he succumbs.
The first brush of his fingers blinds him in a multicolored haze and when the brush becomes pumping becomes stroking, he thinks he needs more hands because he can't stop anything he's doing to go for another area in need of touching.
The strain, the frustrating ache makes his hands move in a fevered rush until it reaches his throat and he moans to the press of his fingers along his base.
Eunhyuk sees his tip shining under the harsh florescent lighting of his room, on the body worth looking at, and spreads his thighs just that much wider to reach for--
"Hyukkie?" Tablo's voice echoes outside in the hall and Eunhyuk can't even scramble to pretend he wasn't just jacking off to his own reflection before the door swings open with Tablo walking in, a bagel in hand. "Is something wrong? I heard--"
"H-hyung! I-I--" And Eunhyuk stops himself because 'My dick was choking so I was trying to give it the Heimlich maneuver' would never pass as a legitimate alibi anywhere. So he tells the truth. "H-help, hyung. I-ins-side, p-please," he moaned, and mixed in some whimpers for good measure. Not that he could control them with Tablo's eyes trained on him.
Tablo closes the door. "You should really lock your door if you're doing these kinds of things, Hyukkie-yah," he smirks, twisting the lock. "How long have you been..."
"Too long. I need to-Ung!" Eunhyuk groans as Tablo comes up and tries to fit his bagel, cream cheese teeming from the sides, over his cock. It's warm and firm, but not scratchy (Tablo must've been too lazy to take out the toaster again), and the touch of something not his own hand feels insanely good.
"Sorry," he doesn't look it, "It looked like it would fit, but... you're too big for this hole," Tablo says, only slightly rueful, but mostly wicked and Eunhyuk tries to squash out that pleased feeling because... what the heck? His size was just compared to a bagel hole.
Still, he grimaces when the breakfast item is removed, bucking violently when Tablo goes down to lick that bit of cream cheese off his cock. All his inhibitions fly unchecked and Eunhyuk's only focus is the wet friction and he's near the edge, so near, so near, almost--
Wait. Fingers. Constricting around the base. "T-Tablo, no, don't don't please," Eunhyuk cries.
"Well," Tablo leans over to catch Eunhyuk's lips and Eunhyuk licks a tiny dollop of cream cheese off of Tablo's mouth, but it has an odd flavor to it. It's almost... briny.
"Don't you need to last long enough to make me come with you?" Tablo sucks on his earlobe, the bagel still in the hand not on his cock. It's keeping Tablo from roaming those fingers where Eunhyuk wants them to roam and his own hands are yanking at the folds of Tablo's cardigan, hoping that would release the hold on him as his neck is being gloriously assaulted with soft nips and the careful caress of lips along his throat.
And then, Tablo pumps him slowly, so gently, before strengthening his grip, and Eunhyuk's eyes water.
"H-hyung!"
Eunhyuk can't stand the pain, the pleasure, the touch, the distance, and he throws his body back and his hips up in an effort to feel something more than the heaviness of a throbbing bomb waiting to go off.
"Hyukjae..." Tablo shudders, eyes feverishly dark. "What should I do? If I let you go, you'll come without me. If I don't let you go, I can't take off my clothes, and touch you."
"Hnnguh--" Eunhyuk gasps and pants and there might be no possible way to speak in coherent words. Let me go, let me come, he wants to say if he could, but half a second later, he changes his mind when Tablo bends down to kiss his tear-stained cheeks. Hold on so hyung can come first.
"Actually," Tablo's breath on his chest tickles him, "Maybe the bagel is big enough."
Eunhyuk lifts his head to gawk as Tablo sits up, and positions the bagel above his erection.
"Ah-Ah-Ahng!" Eunhyuk cries out because Tablo is pushing it lightly over tip. It's tight, so tight, so tight and warm and the cream cheese is keenly smooth. He doesn't quite fit, but the bread is resilient, stretching over and staying firm against him. Tablo gradually and agonizingly screws the bagel down further and holy mother of jesus it feels good.
Snug and still warm, watching the overflow of cream cheese spreading sleek over his shaft... until it reaches his base, replacing Tablo's fingers.
"It... fits," and Tablo's tone is surprised, and almost self-satisfied as he shucks his sweater, quickly undoes his shirt and pants, casting away his underwear wildly. His cock is up and damp and, Eunhyuk thinks, it's... handsome, in comparison to his own right at this moment. It's embarrassing, seeing himself covered with white cream, and a ring of bread preventing him from coming. That he's small enough to fit into that tiny hole.
He must have stared too long at his white-smeared cock, because Tablo grins, leaning down to lap it off. "You taste good, Hyukkie-yah, so good," he says, getting his tongue into every crease and Eunhyuk's torso is convulsing on its own, waist squirming in desperation for relief.
The tears won't stop flowing and Eunhyuk's voice comes out in disconnected guttural yelps. "Ta-Tablo-h-h-hyung, I-ah-ah-ah-" he cries in time with Tablo's tongue sweeping across his tip and his hands massaging his sides, thumbs stroking across his stomach.
Tablo's hot breath comes out in puffs on his cock and what he needs is to come, but he wants more. Eunhyuk gathers his wits to sit up and - "Eung!" - the bagel presses uncomfortably and painfully and gratifyingly against his stiff cock as he bows his head into Tablo's lap.
"Ah! Hyukjae! So good so good not so hard can't come yet no--"
Eunhyuk sucks on Tablo, hot and swollen, taking care to stroke him with wet fingertips. He rubs himself against his sheets up and down as his head bobs in the same motion, but it's not enough. He stops his actions when he feels Tablo pulsing at the edge, a string of liquid following his lips from Tablo's slit. He watches as it breaks.
Tablo is bigger than him, Eunhyuk realizes. It doesn't matter how much he exercised, bulked up, or slimmed down. His confidence wavers.
But hands come around his waist and he forgets himself as tender arms hold him to the loving glide of skin. Tablo isn't athletic, arms flaccid and belly undefined, but Eunhyuk appreciates the way they form together, how they seem to be tailored to match.
"Ah--ng-h-h--" he pants when Tablo reaches to follow the jut of Eunhyuk's jaw with his thumb and Eunhyuk can feel the tremor of his hand. He closes his eyes, and feels himself quaking with it. Then he shifts with his legs bent under him and his thighs are splayed out. "Hyung, I--" and he stops because it would be weird to ask for Tablo to take him, to come inside. But he knows his fingers won't do at this point, and shame? There's a bagel on his dick.
"I-I need more--more--P-please can you, I--Seonwoong--Hyungnim--" Tablo leaps for him, nearly crashing Eunhyuk through the wall, lips mashing and molding into his, nibbling his mouth before running it all along Eunhyuk's neck, chest, grazing a nipple and lingering there, one hand passing over his buttocks and the other grasping onto his hip bone.
"You don't know what you do to me at all, do you?"
For maybe a full five seconds, Eunhyuk doesn't understand. All he knows is that he's held on for long enough. He's surprised he's still enduring, and alive. Tablo's fingers kneading at his muscle where the curve of his butt meets his thigh, their cocks in close enough proximity to work against each other.
"Heu-ng!" Eunhyuk moans as Tablo moves off him with a light shove and crawls over to pull out the bottle of lube from an inconspicuous box atop the bedside table.
There's a fumble with the cap and it's lost in the crumple of sheets, but seeing Tablo so agitated and eager, squeezing the gel on his fingers; it's enough for Eunhyuk to forgive when he feels a cool sensation quickly warming with a bit of rubbing against his opening. It's slippery and Tablo's finger hits exactly the right spot, something like a whirl of fire and ice coming over every nerve.
He can't stand it and pushes to straddle Tablo's thighs, grabbing the tube from him and smears the lube on Tablo's cock.
"Wait! W-What about--con--dom," Tablo chokes out.
"Can't wait, hyungnim," Eunhyuk gasps, but then his eyes widen, "U-Unless... I... Or you don't--I... I'm... but if you don't--"
"No!" Tablo bites his lip and pulls Eunhyuk down by his arm for a kiss. The pressure on Eunhyuk's cock isn't helped by the assault of force from all sides and he needs. He comes up for air and positions himself using the mirror behind as a guide, pushing Tablo's cock into him. Tablo tears the bagel in half wrenching it off of him and Eunhyuk swears he's going to come, but wet fingers grip him and it hurts and he's pounding against Tablo's palm and Tablo is pounding inside him, pressing against him, thrusting up into him and oh god oh god "Hy-HYUNG!"
He feels himself drowning in every sensation, eyes rolling up, and every muscle in his body seizes as sweet sweet sweet, the sweetest release overcomes him.
He's crying and in tremors, because it hurts, because he's still half hard, because he's never come so hard in his life, because Tablo is tugging him and rolling him over onto his back and holding him close. "Just," Tablo pants. "Just... Oh fuck," and he manages a low whine and moves out of Eunhyuk, coming all over his stomach and chest, the white glops just barely skimming his neck.
Tablo falls limp next to him. Their breathing doesn't match, Eunhyuk's deep drawn gulps of air versus Tablo's quick panting in rhythm with the rise and fall of his chest. His head tilts to peer at Eunhyuk who can't move, doesn't have the strength, and his cock still partially up.
Eunhyuk yelps and his hips jump away with Herculean effort when Tablo reaches to touch him there. "Ngh-Ah, don't! ... I... Hurts--"
"It's okay, it's okay," Tablo hushes him, seeing the tears and wiping them away. "It was that good, huh," he smirks, not unkindly, and gathers Eunhyuk into his arms, careful to make contact only above his waist. Eunhyuk closes his eyes, feels Tablo brushing away the hair from his face and kissing his forehead and temple, and his heart slows, but every beat resounds through his body all the way to the end of every limb.
-
"So," Tablo asks later, when they're all cleaned up (the bagel had been properly disposed of, at least), "What were you doing?"
Eunhyuk eyes the mirror first, and then at themselves, the mess of sheets they were tangled in, unidentifiable wet prints, a product of their wanton states.
"I was... testing my endurance," he answers.
"Like... strength training?"
"... Yes."
Tablo laughs and kisses his ear. "Idiot," he mutters, and before Eunhyuk can sink in shame, he amends, "Your endurance is perfect enough for me."
-
A quick addendum ending:
Eunhyuk still sinks, but in abashment, and chews his lower lip. He tries to move in for a kiss but stops at a sharp pain originating under his side.
"Oh, hey, that's where the cap went."
And dey rive happiry ever after DEE END.
-
I had started this a bit after Boom Boom era, my want of a bagel manifesting itself into smut fic after a conversation with Kai gone wrong (or right). And then proceeded on to other WIPs, leaving Hyuk in "ALMOST THERE NEED TO COME" limbo for 3 months. ("You're waiting for an orgasm. An orgasm that will take you far away. You know where you hope this orgasm will take you, but you don't know for sure.") THAT SAID, I am crying forever at how srs I took this crack.
8| ... /crawls into hole and dies