Morning Glory
Title: Morning Glory [ONE-SHOT]
Rating: RC-17
Pairing: SuChen
Length: approx. 1,000 words
Summary: Where a frisky Kim Jongdae has needs at 5AM and roommate Joonmyun just can't resist.
Morning Glory
The time was 05:08.
Jongdae groaned and rolled over, pulling the sheet with him. He’d looked at the clock every hour, almost on the dot, for what seemed like forever. The comeback stage was looming and the pressure was starting to build on his shoulders; enough to transform him into a serious insomniac who could barely keep his eyes closed.
The raging boner didn’t help either.
There was no getting away from the situation. He’d tried everything from ignoring it to picturing old people naked to even slipping his hand down to do the job himself but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t help thinking that if he could just relieve some of that frustration properly, he might be able to get some sleep.
His gaze fell to the bed on the opposite wall.
Joonmyun slept as peacefully as ever. The only sign of his existence was a mound of covers that rose and fell slightly with his breathing. Normally Jongdae would find it adorable but his balls were aching so much that it only appeared as a perfect opportunity to satisfy his urgent needs.
Slipping out of bed, he crept across to Joonmyun’s side of the room. He lifted his leader’s covers, greeted only by his smooth, pearly back, and slid in beside him. As Jongdae trailed his fingers down his side, Joonmyun wriggled lazily.
“Hhrrm?” came a croaky sound. “Jongdae? What are you-”
“Shh…” Jongdae breathed, grinning.
He pecked gentle kisses along Joonmyun’s shoulders and plucked at the band of his own boxers to tug them down. Thankfully Joonmyun was only wearing boxers, too, and it sent his nerve endings into overdrive to feel the tip of his erection now brushing against the thin fabric over his leader’s ass.
A whine helplessly left his lips.
“Hyunngg…”
Fingers itching and impatient, Jongdae stroked his hand around Joonmyun’s hips and slipped it down the front of his underwear. What he wasn’t expecting was the elder’s own hard erection to greet his grasp and it made his stomach do back-flips to clutch it tightly with his fingers and start to pump. Joonmyun remained quiet but didn’t retaliate. Instead, his body began to move slightly with the rhythm, rubbing himself against Jongdae’s member teasingly.
“Hyung, I need you,” he moaned into his ear, savouring the feel of Joonmyun’s cock against his palm. “You need me too, right? Just say it.”
He was playing the brat and he knew it, but he also knew how to get his way most of the time. Harder and tighter he pumped his hand-tight enough to make the elder mewl a little. Joonmyun was fighting it, no doubt. But he possessed very little self-control, much to Jongdae’s relief.
Smiling against his skin, Jongdae began to lick and nibble the back of his neck. There was no space between their bodies and the warmth of the covers was becoming unbearable. Unable to play the sensible card any longer, Joonmyun moaned and turned over, prising himself from Jongdae’s touch. What little light there was in the room reflected off the hunger in his eyes and Jongdae felt his lips part at how sexy he looked. Before he could even suck in a breath, Joonmyun was lacing his fingers in the back of his hair and pulling him forward. Their lips collided roughly and painfully and Joonmyun’s tongue was soon snaking between Jongdae’s teeth in desire. With shaking fingers, Jongdae tore the elder’s boxers down until they clung around his thighs and Joonmyun had his hands on his hips to flip him around.
“This is more like it,” Jongdae purred.
“Stop talking and grab the bottle.”
The leader was always so demanding when he was horny and it only turned Jongdae on more as he reached down under the bed to grab the tube hidden behind a shoe box. It was as if the surge of testosterone completely overtook the kind and gentle Joonmyun everybody knew and replaced him with an attitude problem plus the bonus of a hard-on.
Not that Jongdae was complaining.
He didn’t have much time to prepare. A heavy-breathing Joonmyun had clicked open the bottle and tossed it aside within seconds. He felt hands pulling his body closer by his hip bones and then wet fingers gliding up inside of him. Jongdae gasped, bucking his hips as they started to scissor and the stretch of it all had his knees shaking. He threw his head back and a groan vibrated from his throat.
Joonmyun’s free hand immediately crept under his neck on the pillow to cover his mouth.
“Shh! Keep quiet!”
Suddenly the elder was pushing himself all the way in, inch my inch, and Jongdae had to bite down on his fingers to stop himself crying out. He’d pull out quickly again before stretching Jongdae’s entrance open until he squirmed. Even with lubrication couldn’t completely eradicate the pain but it was worth it. Faster and faster he tore into him, wet breath on Jongdae’s neck and fingers painting bruises on his sides from holding him so tight. Unable to stop himself, Jongdae grabbed at Joonmyun’s hand to save his skin and shoved it onto his throbbing cock that was practically begging for attention.
“Fuck!” he cried out, but the sound didn’t make it past Joonmyun’s fingers. He wasn’t sure if the hold on his mouth was causing a lack of oxygen or if his orgasm was coming quicker than he was prepared for but stars were beginning to appear behind his eyes with every pounding he took.
It was everything he’d wanted at 5am.
“P-please, hyung,” he begged, though his voice was muffled. “I can’t take it anym-ahhh!“
The climax hit and sent electricity through his body. Joonmyun groaned, pushing himself inside as far as Jongdae’s slight body would allow and roughly pulled out while shaking. Those stars in Jongdae’s eyes only shined a brighter, more blinding, white that made the room spin. Sweaty sheets clung to his thighs and side and his hair felt as though it stuck out at all angles. Joonmyun unstuck his hand from Jongdae’s cock and held it up in the air while he waited for his heart rate to slow to normal.
The time was 05:38.
And the sky was beginning to lighten outside.
Legs weak and ass sore, Jongdae rolled out of Joonmyun’s bed and back into his own. With a sigh of satisfaction, he curled up and drifted off into a blissful slumber for the first time in days.
Joonmyun, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night.
Rating: RC-17
Pairing: SuChen
Length: approx. 1,000 words
Summary: Where a frisky Kim Jongdae has needs at 5AM and roommate Joonmyun just can't resist.
Morning Glory
The time was 05:08.
Jongdae groaned and rolled over, pulling the sheet with him. He’d looked at the clock every hour, almost on the dot, for what seemed like forever. The comeback stage was looming and the pressure was starting to build on his shoulders; enough to transform him into a serious insomniac who could barely keep his eyes closed.
The raging boner didn’t help either.
There was no getting away from the situation. He’d tried everything from ignoring it to picturing old people naked to even slipping his hand down to do the job himself but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t help thinking that if he could just relieve some of that frustration properly, he might be able to get some sleep.
His gaze fell to the bed on the opposite wall.
Joonmyun slept as peacefully as ever. The only sign of his existence was a mound of covers that rose and fell slightly with his breathing. Normally Jongdae would find it adorable but his balls were aching so much that it only appeared as a perfect opportunity to satisfy his urgent needs.
Slipping out of bed, he crept across to Joonmyun’s side of the room. He lifted his leader’s covers, greeted only by his smooth, pearly back, and slid in beside him. As Jongdae trailed his fingers down his side, Joonmyun wriggled lazily.
“Hhrrm?” came a croaky sound. “Jongdae? What are you-”
“Shh…” Jongdae breathed, grinning.
He pecked gentle kisses along Joonmyun’s shoulders and plucked at the band of his own boxers to tug them down. Thankfully Joonmyun was only wearing boxers, too, and it sent his nerve endings into overdrive to feel the tip of his erection now brushing against the thin fabric over his leader’s ass.
A whine helplessly left his lips.
“Hyunngg…”
Fingers itching and impatient, Jongdae stroked his hand around Joonmyun’s hips and slipped it down the front of his underwear. What he wasn’t expecting was the elder’s own hard erection to greet his grasp and it made his stomach do back-flips to clutch it tightly with his fingers and start to pump. Joonmyun remained quiet but didn’t retaliate. Instead, his body began to move slightly with the rhythm, rubbing himself against Jongdae’s member teasingly.
“Hyung, I need you,” he moaned into his ear, savouring the feel of Joonmyun’s cock against his palm. “You need me too, right? Just say it.”
He was playing the brat and he knew it, but he also knew how to get his way most of the time. Harder and tighter he pumped his hand-tight enough to make the elder mewl a little. Joonmyun was fighting it, no doubt. But he possessed very little self-control, much to Jongdae’s relief.
Smiling against his skin, Jongdae began to lick and nibble the back of his neck. There was no space between their bodies and the warmth of the covers was becoming unbearable. Unable to play the sensible card any longer, Joonmyun moaned and turned over, prising himself from Jongdae’s touch. What little light there was in the room reflected off the hunger in his eyes and Jongdae felt his lips part at how sexy he looked. Before he could even suck in a breath, Joonmyun was lacing his fingers in the back of his hair and pulling him forward. Their lips collided roughly and painfully and Joonmyun’s tongue was soon snaking between Jongdae’s teeth in desire. With shaking fingers, Jongdae tore the elder’s boxers down until they clung around his thighs and Joonmyun had his hands on his hips to flip him around.
“This is more like it,” Jongdae purred.
“Stop talking and grab the bottle.”
The leader was always so demanding when he was horny and it only turned Jongdae on more as he reached down under the bed to grab the tube hidden behind a shoe box. It was as if the surge of testosterone completely overtook the kind and gentle Joonmyun everybody knew and replaced him with an attitude problem plus the bonus of a hard-on.
Not that Jongdae was complaining.
He didn’t have much time to prepare. A heavy-breathing Joonmyun had clicked open the bottle and tossed it aside within seconds. He felt hands pulling his body closer by his hip bones and then wet fingers gliding up inside of him. Jongdae gasped, bucking his hips as they started to scissor and the stretch of it all had his knees shaking. He threw his head back and a groan vibrated from his throat.
Joonmyun’s free hand immediately crept under his neck on the pillow to cover his mouth.
“Shh! Keep quiet!”
Suddenly the elder was pushing himself all the way in, inch my inch, and Jongdae had to bite down on his fingers to stop himself crying out. He’d pull out quickly again before stretching Jongdae’s entrance open until he squirmed. Even with lubrication couldn’t completely eradicate the pain but it was worth it. Faster and faster he tore into him, wet breath on Jongdae’s neck and fingers painting bruises on his sides from holding him so tight. Unable to stop himself, Jongdae grabbed at Joonmyun’s hand to save his skin and shoved it onto his throbbing cock that was practically begging for attention.
“Fuck!” he cried out, but the sound didn’t make it past Joonmyun’s fingers. He wasn’t sure if the hold on his mouth was causing a lack of oxygen or if his orgasm was coming quicker than he was prepared for but stars were beginning to appear behind his eyes with every pounding he took.
It was everything he’d wanted at 5am.
“P-please, hyung,” he begged, though his voice was muffled. “I can’t take it anym-ahhh!“
The climax hit and sent electricity through his body. Joonmyun groaned, pushing himself inside as far as Jongdae’s slight body would allow and roughly pulled out while shaking. Those stars in Jongdae’s eyes only shined a brighter, more blinding, white that made the room spin. Sweaty sheets clung to his thighs and side and his hair felt as though it stuck out at all angles. Joonmyun unstuck his hand from Jongdae’s cock and held it up in the air while he waited for his heart rate to slow to normal.
The time was 05:38.
And the sky was beginning to lighten outside.
Legs weak and ass sore, Jongdae rolled out of Joonmyun’s bed and back into his own. With a sigh of satisfaction, he curled up and drifted off into a blissful slumber for the first time in days.
Joonmyun, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night.