once i'm in, i own your heart
Title: Once I'm In, I Own Your Heart
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crossdressing
Length: 3100 words
Summary: In which Yongguk fucks Himchan in a skirt.
A/N: ♡ Happy birthday, Helmi ♡ (and a huge thank you to my wonderful beta~)
"So, how do you want me?"
Himchan is standing in front of Yongguk with his hands on his hips. He's looking at Yongguk from beneath his long, long lashes with gleaming self satisfaction in his cat-like eyes and confident smirk. Yongguk can't wait to wipe the smug look off his pretty face, but right now he's so busy staring at the glory that is Kim Himchan in a skimpy skirt and high heels, endless pale legs inches from his nose.
When Yongguk had signed up for this relationship he didn't know back then that Himchan could turn him on in so many ways. To be fair, at this point, they are years down the road and Himchan can still turn Yongguk into putty in his hands even in a pair of sweatpants and dirty hair. But when this had started, when Himchan had shyly (nervously, terrified to fuck up something so good, so amazingly theirs) asked Yongguk if he'd like Himchan to wear panties and stockings for him in bed -"Just once in a while, or never again, it doesn't have to mean anything,"- Yongguk had exhaled a shaky yes, eyes wide and skin so hot, a twist in his guts he'd never felt before. Right then, Yongguk knew Kim Himchan would always rock his world in the most unexpected, wonderful ways. By the next week, a little black dress and a pair of ripped thigh highs later, with Himchan so happy and eager to please in Yongguk's arms, Yongguk was pretty sure he would have no problem getting used to this. If how hard he’d come was any indication.
Now, months later, Yongguk barely even blinks when he happens to come home to Himchan in women's clothes- but his cock twitches, and he always ends up fucking Himchan somewhere. Once on the kitchen counter, panties hastily tugged to the side and Himchan's long heavenly thighs wrapped around his waist pushing him deeper inside. Once on the couch, where Himchan had pinned Yongguk to the backrest and rode him slowly. Sometimes Yongguk just ends up being slammed against the front door before he even has time to take off his shoes, Himchan whispering dirty in his ear about how he'd wanted him so much he had already prepped himself, and then sinking down on his cock so smoothly that Yongguk had almost choked on his breath. Other times Himchan likes to do something more than just crossdress -he'll buy a school girl outfit or maid costume and they'll roleplay together- but Yongguk likes it better when it doesn't have to be fake. When it's just the actual two of them, and Himchan puts on something that makes him feel pretty just because he feels like it.
Yongguk likes to think it's not all about having sex in the end, and he knows Himchan agrees.
Right now, though, Yongguk is sitting on the edge of the bed, arms stretched behind his back to prop himself up, dick already heavy between his legs, straight out ogling at Himchan.
Himchan is wearing a long brown wig and his makeup is unblemished, applied with the precision and care a perfectionist like Yongguk can only appreciate. Winged eyeliner, thick fake eyelashes and cherry red lips ready for Yongguk to smudge with his own lips and thumbs and cock. A simple black lacy tank top hugs Himchan's torso perfectly, and Yongguk can see the color of his bra thought the rich fabric, a familiar baby pink. The flirty black pleated skirt he's wearing barely reaches the middle of Himchan's thighs, tight at the waist and wider at the bottom, a leather outer layer and what seems like fluffy chiffon on the inside. Yongguk's fingers itch to touch the soft fabric and pull it off Himchan layer after layer. The nude platform heels on Himchan's feet complete the look and emphasize the curve of his ass and his smooth hairless legs, bare on Yongguk's request. He's already ripped every pair of stockings Himchan owns anyway (and had to sit through half an hour of nagging, because "they're pretty and expensive, Yongguk!")
"Come here," Yongguk says, patting his lap. Himchan straddles his thighs, knees on both sides of Yongguk's legs. His hands fall on Yongguk's shoulders and Yongguk's hands immediately find his hips. He looks up at Himchan and runs his palms over his hips, around his waist and then settles them warm on the small of Himchan's back, fingertips tucked in the waistband of the skirt.
"First of all," Yongguk reaches up and carefully tugs off Himchan's wig, "take this off. You’re prettier without it." The confusion written on Himchan's face quickly dissolves into a smile as Yongguk tosses the wig to the side. He ruffles and combs Himchan's natural brown hair with his fingers until the other man bats his hands away.
"Enough." Yongguk nods, smiling mostly to himself. His hands find their way back down to Himchan's ass and he doesn't hesitate to squeeze around the fabric. Himchan hums and rolls back into the touch, sitting back on Yongguk's hands. "Like what you see, Bbang?"
"Love it." Yongguk doesn't waste any more time and pulls Himchan flush against his body, his lips latching onto the long column of his neck. Himchan throws his head back with a guttural moan. Yongguk's full mouth covers and wets and devours the sweet smelling skin, his teeth digging into the pale thin canvas of Himchan's throat and painting it bright red. Himchan shakily hoists himself on Yongguk's shoulders, and starts blindly rutting his crotch on Yongguk's stomach. Yongguk groans and kisses up Himchan's neck to his jaw, licking his way to Himchan's mouth where he finally kisses him, sucking on Himchan's lips. Himchan opens up for him in a matter of seconds and laps into his mouth, their tongues quick and messy and slick. Himchan's hands pull at his hair and Yongguk's run under his skirt to cup his ass.
Breaking the kiss, Yongguk lifts Himchan up and he yelps, wrapping his legs around Yongguk's middle before he's being pushed down on the bed on his back. Yongguk climbs on top of him on his hands and knees and smirks at the red smudged around Himchan's mouth.
"You've got a bit of lipstick here," he says, rubbing his thumb down Himchan's lower lip. He stares in fascination as Himchan takes his fingernail between his teeth and then sucks the thumb into his mouth, slowly licking around it, dark eyes never leaving Yongguk's face. Yongguk takes his finger out and reaches down to unbuckle his belt, a smirking Himchan peppering his face with kisses.
"You've got a bit of lipstick here..." Himchan whispers low in his ear, tapping his cheeks with his index finger. He takes Yongguk's earlobe between his lips and gives it a gentle suck that goes straight to Yongguk's dick.
"Strip," Yongguk orders. Himchan happily scoots up the bed and gets on his knees, hands already curled at the hem of his top. Yongguk, who has pushed his pants down to mid-thigh and is leisurely stroking his cock through his underwear, nods. Himchan slowly pulls off his top, the way Yongguk likes it. Yongguk takes his time appreciating the soft skin of Himchan's tummy and his baby pink bra, the one with the lace straps and cute bows.
"The bra?" Himchan asks, fingers delicately tracing the lacy borders and playing with the bow in the middle.
"The bra... stays on," Yongguk says. Heat coils in his belly and he tugs at his dick harder. "Turn around and come here. I want to take your panties off."
Himchan turns and crawls back on all fours, arching his back to push his ass up and out. The skirt really doesn't cover anything when he's bent over like this, silk and lace and the round cheeks of Himchan's ass in a display that only Yongguk will ever get to see. Himchan stops when his ass brushes something hard and thick and hot. Yongguk's dick. Yongguk grunts and hooks his fingers in the leg holes of Himchan's undies, pulling the fabric down.
"But they're my favorite," Himchan says, looking over his shoulder and pouting.
"Off." Yongguk drags the panties down Himchan's legs and Himchan lifts his knees to help. Once they're gone Yongguk strips off his own shirt and pants and throws them on the floor. His hands start to travel up Himchan's legs slowly. He runs the pads of his fingers up his ankles and calves and then kneads, drawing a content moan from Himchan. He almost gets kicked in the face when he tickles the back of his knees, but he smirks to himself and caresses Himchan's thighs, squeezing the flesh between his fingers and slapping the top of his thighs lightly.
Himchan trembles and Yongguk does it again, leaving a red mark on the crease of his ass and then soothing it. Himchan thrusts back into the touch, almost purring at all the attention Yongguk is giving him. Then Yongguk does what he's wanted to do since he saw Himchan's skirt; he lifts the leather layer and pushes it back, then fondles the chiffon and does the same.
"Bang Yongg- oh. " Whatever whine Himchan was about to make gets stuck in his throat when Yongguk licks up his crack. "Do that again." Yongguk teases the rim of Himchan's hole gently and then flattens his tongue down to the underside of his balls and up again, breaching his hole with the tip of his tongue shortly before breaking away, leaving Himchan a whimpering, grumpy mess.
"I hate you."
"Yeah, yeah. Flip over and I'll suck you off."
Himchan flops on his back, and the obvious tent under his skirt has Yongguk licking his lips and spreading Himchan's legs. He sits snug between them and dives beneath Himchan's skirt. The first lick already has Himchan thrusting up and Yongguk presses him back into the bed with his hands. He licks a broad stripe up the underside of Himchan's dick and then takes the head in his mouth, gently licking around the ridge. He tongues the slit, lapping up the bead of precum there, salty on the tip of his tongue. Then he sucks, hollowing his cheeks around the head and sliding down the length easily, slick and hot.
Himchan moans and reaches out to grab his hair, only getting a fistful of his own skirt when Yongguk swallows around him. Yongguk takes him down whole and waves of pleasure rock Himchan's body from the tip of his toes to the top of his head when Yongguk clenches his throat and hums. It sends vibrations running up Himchan's spine, and Himchan wishes he could see Yongguk's pretty, full lips stretched around the base of his cock, nose flush against his pelvis.
Yongguk pulls back with a pop and goes down on him again, sucking on the thick vein on the side of Himchan's dick. He rolls his tongue down the head a couple of times, saliva smeared around his mouth and chin, then wraps a hand tight around the base.
"Can't let you come yet," he sing songs.
"I'm not even close," Himchan huffs.
Yongguk raises an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"Yes, really." Himchan sits up and grabs Yongguk's face, pulling him in for a kiss. Yongguk lets Himchan push him onto his back and he sighs when a hand tugs at the waistband of his underwear and palms his dick.
"Mh," Himchan hums, licking Yongguk's lips and pumping him lazily. He rolls down his hips and the tip of his cock brushes Yongguk's, the soft chiffon caught in the middle sending a funny feeling straight to Yongguk's groin.
"You're so hard, what can I do for you?" Himchan teases, stroking the both of them in his hand and thrusting up in his fist. Yongguk throws his head back and his eyes fall shut. He groans low, neck and shoulders tensing, the double sensation of Himchan's fist and cock rubbing him up and down making his brain fuzzy.
"Just keep doing whatever you're doing," Yongguk says. He trembles and shakes and cups Himchan's neck, gasps at a flick of Himchan's wrist.
Yongguk opens his eyes and Himchan looks so pretty. His eyelashes brush the top of his cheeks and he's Yongguk's and Yongguk's only.
"We're going to need lube," Himchan mumbles, nosing Yongguk's jaw. He pulls off completely and Yongguk is left to lie there with his rock hard erection while Himchan leans over the edge of the bed to rummage through the nightstand drawer. Once Himchan has found the bottle, he sits back against the headboard and holds his knees to his chest, legs spread wide open. Yongguk almost laughs.
Subtle has never been Kim Himchan's forte.
Yongguk rolls between Himchan’s legs and sits back on his own calves, uncapping the lube and squeezing some on his fingers. He reaches down and circles the rim with his index and middle finger before gently pushing the tips inside to the first knuckles. Himchan shivers.
"Cold," he pouts. Yongguk kisses it away. He slides his fingers all the way in and Himchan takes them pretty well, clenching around them, so Yongguk doesn't hesitate to move. He scissors his fingers and curls them up inside Himchan, massaging the taut walls, fingertips grazing Himchan's prostate but not quite brushing it. Himchan asks for another one and Yongguk pours more lube on his opening and thrusts the third finger in, stretching him.
"Bastard," Himchan groans, pushing back on Yongguk's fingers. "I know what you're doing."
Yongguk smirks and twists his fingers just so, so that Himchan's mouth falls open and his whole body jerks. He thrusts his hand quickly, the other reaching up to cup around Himchan's bra and pinch his nipple, rubbing and brushing the sensitive spot inside Himchan with his fingers until Himchan is shaking all over, whiny high-pitched moans spilling from his mouth.
He lets his legs fall and holds Yongguk's face instead, kissing him hard.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-" he breathes into Yongguk's mouth, and Yongguk takes his fingers out and pulls Himchan in his lap. He lies on his back and kicks his legs out, Himchan sitting on his thighs.
"I want you to ride me, 'kay?" Yongguk says, hands on Himchan's hips.
"Yeah," Himchan says, finds the lube and pours it in his hand, stroking Yongguk's cock fast and hard. Yongguk has to force himself not to close his eyes at how fucking good that feels, because what comes next is a show worth seeing. Himchan straddles his dick and lines it to his his entrance, and then, slowly, he lowers himself onto it inch by inch, until Yongguk's fully sheathed inside of him. Familiar (and yet every time, mind-blowing) warmth and tightness surround Yongguk’s cock. Himchan's eyes flutter shut and when they open they lock with Yongguk's and he starts moving, rocking his hips with expertise and following the guide of Yongguk's hands.
At first, Yongguk lets Himchan work on top of him, simply gripping his hips to help him up and down. He lets Himchan's exquisite warmth swallow him and every movement of his sinful body set his senses aflame. Then Yongguk holds him still and snaps his hips up so hard Himchan's mouth falls open in a silent scream. The next time Yongguk does it Himchan shouts for real, holding himself up with his hands on his chest as Yongguk fucks into him quick and hard, his thick cock hitting Himchan's prostate dead on with every thrust. Yongguk groans and buries himself balls deep into Himchan.
"Shit," Yongguk curses. His hands leave Himchan's hips and cup his ass with a loud smack instead, spreading his cheeks open. Himchan whimpers, rocking himself on Yongguk's cock faster. Himchan rides him and the tip of his dick pokes out under the hem of the skirt, and Yongguk thinks it's obscene and sexy and almost cute. "Hold up the skirt. I want to see."
Himchan holds the skirt in one hand and it's even hotter like this, Yongguk thinks, now that he can watch both the angry red of Himchan's cock and his dick sliding in and out of him, his hands on Himchan's ass. And Himchan is still wearing the heels. Yongguk moans and grinds up into him, and Himchan leans down to hide his face in Yongguk's neck.
"You dirty fucker," he whispers in his ear, words choked by Yongguk's thrusts and fake eyelashes tickling Yongguk's temple. "You just love it don't you? You love to watch me ride your cock like this, bounce on your lap in nothing but a small skirt, all for you to watch and touch."
Yongguk hums and shuts Himchan up with his mouth, kissing the words out of him.
"What can I do if you're so pretty to watch?" he mumbles against Himchan's cheek, letting his body go slack again as Himchan rolls his hips slowly. Yongguk can feel the way his muscles tense, and the heat is almost too much. "And so easy to touch?" He traces his hands down Himchan's arms, strokes the thin skin of his wrists. Then his fingers find Himchan's and he laces them together, pinning their hands on either side of his head. Himchan smiles and leans down to catch Yongguk's lips in a delicate kiss, so unlike every other they've shared tonight.
"Just for you," Himchan winks. Yongguk scoffs and thrusts his hips into Himchan slow and deep, working his tongue into Himchan's mouth the same way. Then Himchan remembers he likes deep, but he doesn't like slow. He sits up and slams himself down on Yongguk's dick, stares down at him with a challenge to go hard on him and Yongguk does, thrusting up wildly into Himchan until his balls tense and muscles go rigid and his orgasm kicks the breath out of him. It paints his vision white and hot and he spills his cum inside him, Himchan milking him to the last drop. Himchan takes Yongguk's hand and wraps it around his cock and Yongguk sits up to kiss him and stroke him so fast that Himchan comes with a breathy moan and thick strings of cum hitting Yongguk's chest.
"Wow," Himchan pants. He slumps on Yongguk, shaky and boneless.
"Wow," Yongguk agrees.
Yongguk brushes Himchan's hair out of his face, and Himchan smiles. "I must look like shit now."
Himchan's make up is a mess, the red lipstick is everywhere, eyeliner smudged and droopy fake lashes. But his eye-dimpled smile... Yongguk thinks no accessory will ever shine brighter than that.
"Nah," Yongguk says. “You look pretty nice."
Pairing: Yongguk/Himchan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crossdressing
Length: 3100 words
Summary: In which Yongguk fucks Himchan in a skirt.
A/N: ♡ Happy birthday, Helmi ♡ (and a huge thank you to my wonderful beta~)
"So, how do you want me?"
Himchan is standing in front of Yongguk with his hands on his hips. He's looking at Yongguk from beneath his long, long lashes with gleaming self satisfaction in his cat-like eyes and confident smirk. Yongguk can't wait to wipe the smug look off his pretty face, but right now he's so busy staring at the glory that is Kim Himchan in a skimpy skirt and high heels, endless pale legs inches from his nose.
When Yongguk had signed up for this relationship he didn't know back then that Himchan could turn him on in so many ways. To be fair, at this point, they are years down the road and Himchan can still turn Yongguk into putty in his hands even in a pair of sweatpants and dirty hair. But when this had started, when Himchan had shyly (nervously, terrified to fuck up something so good, so amazingly theirs) asked Yongguk if he'd like Himchan to wear panties and stockings for him in bed -"Just once in a while, or never again, it doesn't have to mean anything,"- Yongguk had exhaled a shaky yes, eyes wide and skin so hot, a twist in his guts he'd never felt before. Right then, Yongguk knew Kim Himchan would always rock his world in the most unexpected, wonderful ways. By the next week, a little black dress and a pair of ripped thigh highs later, with Himchan so happy and eager to please in Yongguk's arms, Yongguk was pretty sure he would have no problem getting used to this. If how hard he’d come was any indication.
Now, months later, Yongguk barely even blinks when he happens to come home to Himchan in women's clothes- but his cock twitches, and he always ends up fucking Himchan somewhere. Once on the kitchen counter, panties hastily tugged to the side and Himchan's long heavenly thighs wrapped around his waist pushing him deeper inside. Once on the couch, where Himchan had pinned Yongguk to the backrest and rode him slowly. Sometimes Yongguk just ends up being slammed against the front door before he even has time to take off his shoes, Himchan whispering dirty in his ear about how he'd wanted him so much he had already prepped himself, and then sinking down on his cock so smoothly that Yongguk had almost choked on his breath. Other times Himchan likes to do something more than just crossdress -he'll buy a school girl outfit or maid costume and they'll roleplay together- but Yongguk likes it better when it doesn't have to be fake. When it's just the actual two of them, and Himchan puts on something that makes him feel pretty just because he feels like it.
Yongguk likes to think it's not all about having sex in the end, and he knows Himchan agrees.
Right now, though, Yongguk is sitting on the edge of the bed, arms stretched behind his back to prop himself up, dick already heavy between his legs, straight out ogling at Himchan.
Himchan is wearing a long brown wig and his makeup is unblemished, applied with the precision and care a perfectionist like Yongguk can only appreciate. Winged eyeliner, thick fake eyelashes and cherry red lips ready for Yongguk to smudge with his own lips and thumbs and cock. A simple black lacy tank top hugs Himchan's torso perfectly, and Yongguk can see the color of his bra thought the rich fabric, a familiar baby pink. The flirty black pleated skirt he's wearing barely reaches the middle of Himchan's thighs, tight at the waist and wider at the bottom, a leather outer layer and what seems like fluffy chiffon on the inside. Yongguk's fingers itch to touch the soft fabric and pull it off Himchan layer after layer. The nude platform heels on Himchan's feet complete the look and emphasize the curve of his ass and his smooth hairless legs, bare on Yongguk's request. He's already ripped every pair of stockings Himchan owns anyway (and had to sit through half an hour of nagging, because "they're pretty and expensive, Yongguk!")
"Come here," Yongguk says, patting his lap. Himchan straddles his thighs, knees on both sides of Yongguk's legs. His hands fall on Yongguk's shoulders and Yongguk's hands immediately find his hips. He looks up at Himchan and runs his palms over his hips, around his waist and then settles them warm on the small of Himchan's back, fingertips tucked in the waistband of the skirt.
"First of all," Yongguk reaches up and carefully tugs off Himchan's wig, "take this off. You’re prettier without it." The confusion written on Himchan's face quickly dissolves into a smile as Yongguk tosses the wig to the side. He ruffles and combs Himchan's natural brown hair with his fingers until the other man bats his hands away.
"Enough." Yongguk nods, smiling mostly to himself. His hands find their way back down to Himchan's ass and he doesn't hesitate to squeeze around the fabric. Himchan hums and rolls back into the touch, sitting back on Yongguk's hands. "Like what you see, Bbang?"
"Love it." Yongguk doesn't waste any more time and pulls Himchan flush against his body, his lips latching onto the long column of his neck. Himchan throws his head back with a guttural moan. Yongguk's full mouth covers and wets and devours the sweet smelling skin, his teeth digging into the pale thin canvas of Himchan's throat and painting it bright red. Himchan shakily hoists himself on Yongguk's shoulders, and starts blindly rutting his crotch on Yongguk's stomach. Yongguk groans and kisses up Himchan's neck to his jaw, licking his way to Himchan's mouth where he finally kisses him, sucking on Himchan's lips. Himchan opens up for him in a matter of seconds and laps into his mouth, their tongues quick and messy and slick. Himchan's hands pull at his hair and Yongguk's run under his skirt to cup his ass.
Breaking the kiss, Yongguk lifts Himchan up and he yelps, wrapping his legs around Yongguk's middle before he's being pushed down on the bed on his back. Yongguk climbs on top of him on his hands and knees and smirks at the red smudged around Himchan's mouth.
"You've got a bit of lipstick here," he says, rubbing his thumb down Himchan's lower lip. He stares in fascination as Himchan takes his fingernail between his teeth and then sucks the thumb into his mouth, slowly licking around it, dark eyes never leaving Yongguk's face. Yongguk takes his finger out and reaches down to unbuckle his belt, a smirking Himchan peppering his face with kisses.
"You've got a bit of lipstick here..." Himchan whispers low in his ear, tapping his cheeks with his index finger. He takes Yongguk's earlobe between his lips and gives it a gentle suck that goes straight to Yongguk's dick.
"Strip," Yongguk orders. Himchan happily scoots up the bed and gets on his knees, hands already curled at the hem of his top. Yongguk, who has pushed his pants down to mid-thigh and is leisurely stroking his cock through his underwear, nods. Himchan slowly pulls off his top, the way Yongguk likes it. Yongguk takes his time appreciating the soft skin of Himchan's tummy and his baby pink bra, the one with the lace straps and cute bows.
"The bra?" Himchan asks, fingers delicately tracing the lacy borders and playing with the bow in the middle.
"The bra... stays on," Yongguk says. Heat coils in his belly and he tugs at his dick harder. "Turn around and come here. I want to take your panties off."
Himchan turns and crawls back on all fours, arching his back to push his ass up and out. The skirt really doesn't cover anything when he's bent over like this, silk and lace and the round cheeks of Himchan's ass in a display that only Yongguk will ever get to see. Himchan stops when his ass brushes something hard and thick and hot. Yongguk's dick. Yongguk grunts and hooks his fingers in the leg holes of Himchan's undies, pulling the fabric down.
"But they're my favorite," Himchan says, looking over his shoulder and pouting.
"Off." Yongguk drags the panties down Himchan's legs and Himchan lifts his knees to help. Once they're gone Yongguk strips off his own shirt and pants and throws them on the floor. His hands start to travel up Himchan's legs slowly. He runs the pads of his fingers up his ankles and calves and then kneads, drawing a content moan from Himchan. He almost gets kicked in the face when he tickles the back of his knees, but he smirks to himself and caresses Himchan's thighs, squeezing the flesh between his fingers and slapping the top of his thighs lightly.
Himchan trembles and Yongguk does it again, leaving a red mark on the crease of his ass and then soothing it. Himchan thrusts back into the touch, almost purring at all the attention Yongguk is giving him. Then Yongguk does what he's wanted to do since he saw Himchan's skirt; he lifts the leather layer and pushes it back, then fondles the chiffon and does the same.
"Bang Yongg- oh. " Whatever whine Himchan was about to make gets stuck in his throat when Yongguk licks up his crack. "Do that again." Yongguk teases the rim of Himchan's hole gently and then flattens his tongue down to the underside of his balls and up again, breaching his hole with the tip of his tongue shortly before breaking away, leaving Himchan a whimpering, grumpy mess.
"I hate you."
"Yeah, yeah. Flip over and I'll suck you off."
Himchan flops on his back, and the obvious tent under his skirt has Yongguk licking his lips and spreading Himchan's legs. He sits snug between them and dives beneath Himchan's skirt. The first lick already has Himchan thrusting up and Yongguk presses him back into the bed with his hands. He licks a broad stripe up the underside of Himchan's dick and then takes the head in his mouth, gently licking around the ridge. He tongues the slit, lapping up the bead of precum there, salty on the tip of his tongue. Then he sucks, hollowing his cheeks around the head and sliding down the length easily, slick and hot.
Himchan moans and reaches out to grab his hair, only getting a fistful of his own skirt when Yongguk swallows around him. Yongguk takes him down whole and waves of pleasure rock Himchan's body from the tip of his toes to the top of his head when Yongguk clenches his throat and hums. It sends vibrations running up Himchan's spine, and Himchan wishes he could see Yongguk's pretty, full lips stretched around the base of his cock, nose flush against his pelvis.
Yongguk pulls back with a pop and goes down on him again, sucking on the thick vein on the side of Himchan's dick. He rolls his tongue down the head a couple of times, saliva smeared around his mouth and chin, then wraps a hand tight around the base.
"Can't let you come yet," he sing songs.
"I'm not even close," Himchan huffs.
Yongguk raises an eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"Yes, really." Himchan sits up and grabs Yongguk's face, pulling him in for a kiss. Yongguk lets Himchan push him onto his back and he sighs when a hand tugs at the waistband of his underwear and palms his dick.
"Mh," Himchan hums, licking Yongguk's lips and pumping him lazily. He rolls down his hips and the tip of his cock brushes Yongguk's, the soft chiffon caught in the middle sending a funny feeling straight to Yongguk's groin.
"You're so hard, what can I do for you?" Himchan teases, stroking the both of them in his hand and thrusting up in his fist. Yongguk throws his head back and his eyes fall shut. He groans low, neck and shoulders tensing, the double sensation of Himchan's fist and cock rubbing him up and down making his brain fuzzy.
"Just keep doing whatever you're doing," Yongguk says. He trembles and shakes and cups Himchan's neck, gasps at a flick of Himchan's wrist.
Yongguk opens his eyes and Himchan looks so pretty. His eyelashes brush the top of his cheeks and he's Yongguk's and Yongguk's only.
"We're going to need lube," Himchan mumbles, nosing Yongguk's jaw. He pulls off completely and Yongguk is left to lie there with his rock hard erection while Himchan leans over the edge of the bed to rummage through the nightstand drawer. Once Himchan has found the bottle, he sits back against the headboard and holds his knees to his chest, legs spread wide open. Yongguk almost laughs.
Subtle has never been Kim Himchan's forte.
Yongguk rolls between Himchan’s legs and sits back on his own calves, uncapping the lube and squeezing some on his fingers. He reaches down and circles the rim with his index and middle finger before gently pushing the tips inside to the first knuckles. Himchan shivers.
"Cold," he pouts. Yongguk kisses it away. He slides his fingers all the way in and Himchan takes them pretty well, clenching around them, so Yongguk doesn't hesitate to move. He scissors his fingers and curls them up inside Himchan, massaging the taut walls, fingertips grazing Himchan's prostate but not quite brushing it. Himchan asks for another one and Yongguk pours more lube on his opening and thrusts the third finger in, stretching him.
"Bastard," Himchan groans, pushing back on Yongguk's fingers. "I know what you're doing."
Yongguk smirks and twists his fingers just so, so that Himchan's mouth falls open and his whole body jerks. He thrusts his hand quickly, the other reaching up to cup around Himchan's bra and pinch his nipple, rubbing and brushing the sensitive spot inside Himchan with his fingers until Himchan is shaking all over, whiny high-pitched moans spilling from his mouth.
He lets his legs fall and holds Yongguk's face instead, kissing him hard.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-" he breathes into Yongguk's mouth, and Yongguk takes his fingers out and pulls Himchan in his lap. He lies on his back and kicks his legs out, Himchan sitting on his thighs.
"I want you to ride me, 'kay?" Yongguk says, hands on Himchan's hips.
"Yeah," Himchan says, finds the lube and pours it in his hand, stroking Yongguk's cock fast and hard. Yongguk has to force himself not to close his eyes at how fucking good that feels, because what comes next is a show worth seeing. Himchan straddles his dick and lines it to his his entrance, and then, slowly, he lowers himself onto it inch by inch, until Yongguk's fully sheathed inside of him. Familiar (and yet every time, mind-blowing) warmth and tightness surround Yongguk’s cock. Himchan's eyes flutter shut and when they open they lock with Yongguk's and he starts moving, rocking his hips with expertise and following the guide of Yongguk's hands.
At first, Yongguk lets Himchan work on top of him, simply gripping his hips to help him up and down. He lets Himchan's exquisite warmth swallow him and every movement of his sinful body set his senses aflame. Then Yongguk holds him still and snaps his hips up so hard Himchan's mouth falls open in a silent scream. The next time Yongguk does it Himchan shouts for real, holding himself up with his hands on his chest as Yongguk fucks into him quick and hard, his thick cock hitting Himchan's prostate dead on with every thrust. Yongguk groans and buries himself balls deep into Himchan.
"Shit," Yongguk curses. His hands leave Himchan's hips and cup his ass with a loud smack instead, spreading his cheeks open. Himchan whimpers, rocking himself on Yongguk's cock faster. Himchan rides him and the tip of his dick pokes out under the hem of the skirt, and Yongguk thinks it's obscene and sexy and almost cute. "Hold up the skirt. I want to see."
Himchan holds the skirt in one hand and it's even hotter like this, Yongguk thinks, now that he can watch both the angry red of Himchan's cock and his dick sliding in and out of him, his hands on Himchan's ass. And Himchan is still wearing the heels. Yongguk moans and grinds up into him, and Himchan leans down to hide his face in Yongguk's neck.
"You dirty fucker," he whispers in his ear, words choked by Yongguk's thrusts and fake eyelashes tickling Yongguk's temple. "You just love it don't you? You love to watch me ride your cock like this, bounce on your lap in nothing but a small skirt, all for you to watch and touch."
Yongguk hums and shuts Himchan up with his mouth, kissing the words out of him.
"What can I do if you're so pretty to watch?" he mumbles against Himchan's cheek, letting his body go slack again as Himchan rolls his hips slowly. Yongguk can feel the way his muscles tense, and the heat is almost too much. "And so easy to touch?" He traces his hands down Himchan's arms, strokes the thin skin of his wrists. Then his fingers find Himchan's and he laces them together, pinning their hands on either side of his head. Himchan smiles and leans down to catch Yongguk's lips in a delicate kiss, so unlike every other they've shared tonight.
"Just for you," Himchan winks. Yongguk scoffs and thrusts his hips into Himchan slow and deep, working his tongue into Himchan's mouth the same way. Then Himchan remembers he likes deep, but he doesn't like slow. He sits up and slams himself down on Yongguk's dick, stares down at him with a challenge to go hard on him and Yongguk does, thrusting up wildly into Himchan until his balls tense and muscles go rigid and his orgasm kicks the breath out of him. It paints his vision white and hot and he spills his cum inside him, Himchan milking him to the last drop. Himchan takes Yongguk's hand and wraps it around his cock and Yongguk sits up to kiss him and stroke him so fast that Himchan comes with a breathy moan and thick strings of cum hitting Yongguk's chest.
"Wow," Himchan pants. He slumps on Yongguk, shaky and boneless.
"Wow," Yongguk agrees.
Yongguk brushes Himchan's hair out of his face, and Himchan smiles. "I must look like shit now."
Himchan's make up is a mess, the red lipstick is everywhere, eyeliner smudged and droopy fake lashes. But his eye-dimpled smile... Yongguk thinks no accessory will ever shine brighter than that.
"Nah," Yongguk says. “You look pretty nice."