[drabble] first time
shindeul, nc-17, ~400w
Dongwoo kisses him, and for all that he intends it to be slow, Junghwan’s having none of it.
When he feels like he’s as far in as he could possibly go, Dongwoo stops. The shock of the new sensation, hot and wet, freezes him where he is: supported by his elbows, one hand in Junghwan’s dark hair. His attention is quickly grabbed back from the new feeling by the rest of Junghwan- his brows are knit, eyes lightly closed, breathing in a shallow pant against Dongwoo’s lips as he adjusts to it as well. Dongwoo angles his head just slightly, brushing their lips; Junghwan, confused by Dongwoo’s motionlessness, opens his eyes after a moment, biting his lip and looking to Dongwoo for an explanation. Their naked chests brushing, Junghwan’s lovely fingers wrapped around his shoulders- his whole body is captivating, and Dongwoo feels overwhelmed at the thought of being inside him, bodies connected in this new way he’s never been connected to anyone else, merging.
Junghwan’s fingers flex with impatience, sliding up to Dongwoo’s neck. His eyes are imploring, confused.
Dongwoo laughs, too flooded with feelings to express himself any other way, and kisses Junghwan’s full, bitten lips. Junghwan exhales across his mouth, wrapping an arm around Dongwoo’s neck to pull him in, pushing a foot against the mattress.
“Does it hurt?” Dongwoo whispers gently, bumping their noses together.
Junghwan laughs back, and Dongwoo can feel him tighten experimentally for just a flicker, shooting spikes of arousal through Dongwoo’s abs. “Um,” he whispers back. “A little. Not bad.”
Dongwoo kisses him, and for all that he intends it to be slow, Junghwan’s having none of it.
“Hyu-“ he whimpers into the kiss eventually, ass flexing around him again, “Plea-“
Dongwoo shudders, feels another wave of blood head for his cock, and slowly begins to rock out and in again. Junghwan’s reaction is beautiful: a long, broken, shuddering exhale, a reedy high note weaving in and out of it. Dongwoo kisses him to shut him up, because he won’t last thirty seconds if Junghwan keeps making sounds like that.
“Dongwoo,” Junghwan whines, clinging to his shoulders, and Dongwoo realizes his grip on Junghwan’s hair has grown uncomfortably tight.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, relaxing his grip and moving it down to cup Junghwan’s jaw. Junghawn grunts a little as he starts a rhythm, then starts gasping and whimpering alternately on every thrust. It’s mind-blowing. Dongwoo tries to kiss him hard but finds them both to be too wrapped up in the feeling of it to kiss properly, open mouths frozen against each other, tongues flicking out now and then as if to remind each other they’re still there.
“F-faster,” Junghwan manages eventually, and whimpers desperately as Dongwoo finally - finally - complies.
Dongwoo kisses him, and for all that he intends it to be slow, Junghwan’s having none of it.
When he feels like he’s as far in as he could possibly go, Dongwoo stops. The shock of the new sensation, hot and wet, freezes him where he is: supported by his elbows, one hand in Junghwan’s dark hair. His attention is quickly grabbed back from the new feeling by the rest of Junghwan- his brows are knit, eyes lightly closed, breathing in a shallow pant against Dongwoo’s lips as he adjusts to it as well. Dongwoo angles his head just slightly, brushing their lips; Junghwan, confused by Dongwoo’s motionlessness, opens his eyes after a moment, biting his lip and looking to Dongwoo for an explanation. Their naked chests brushing, Junghwan’s lovely fingers wrapped around his shoulders- his whole body is captivating, and Dongwoo feels overwhelmed at the thought of being inside him, bodies connected in this new way he’s never been connected to anyone else, merging.
Junghwan’s fingers flex with impatience, sliding up to Dongwoo’s neck. His eyes are imploring, confused.
Dongwoo laughs, too flooded with feelings to express himself any other way, and kisses Junghwan’s full, bitten lips. Junghwan exhales across his mouth, wrapping an arm around Dongwoo’s neck to pull him in, pushing a foot against the mattress.
“Does it hurt?” Dongwoo whispers gently, bumping their noses together.
Junghwan laughs back, and Dongwoo can feel him tighten experimentally for just a flicker, shooting spikes of arousal through Dongwoo’s abs. “Um,” he whispers back. “A little. Not bad.”
Dongwoo kisses him, and for all that he intends it to be slow, Junghwan’s having none of it.
“Hyu-“ he whimpers into the kiss eventually, ass flexing around him again, “Plea-“
Dongwoo shudders, feels another wave of blood head for his cock, and slowly begins to rock out and in again. Junghwan’s reaction is beautiful: a long, broken, shuddering exhale, a reedy high note weaving in and out of it. Dongwoo kisses him to shut him up, because he won’t last thirty seconds if Junghwan keeps making sounds like that.
“Dongwoo,” Junghwan whines, clinging to his shoulders, and Dongwoo realizes his grip on Junghwan’s hair has grown uncomfortably tight.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, relaxing his grip and moving it down to cup Junghwan’s jaw. Junghawn grunts a little as he starts a rhythm, then starts gasping and whimpering alternately on every thrust. It’s mind-blowing. Dongwoo tries to kiss him hard but finds them both to be too wrapped up in the feeling of it to kiss properly, open mouths frozen against each other, tongues flicking out now and then as if to remind each other they’re still there.
“F-faster,” Junghwan manages eventually, and whimpers desperately as Dongwoo finally - finally - complies.