Behind the Scenes
Title: Behind the Scenes
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Taecyeon
Summary: Why not put a bed from a set to use? Chansung isn't going to waste a perfectly good opportunity.
NOTE:Giants :3
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Taecyeon chuckled as he rolled around in the bed set up on the floor for their photoshoot. He pressed his cheek against the pillow, rubbing his face into the soft plushy object. The bed was much larger and comfier than one he had ever been in and he enjoyed the extra ten minutes the staff had allowed him to play while they set up. He hugged the blankets as he wrapped himself up in it. “Mmm, so comfy,” Taecyeon moaned with his eyes closed.
Minutes passed until an hour rolled by and Taecyeon was sound asleep. The staff moved on to take Nichkhun's shoot and left the tall boy on the bed set. Chansung smirked, watching his hyung sleep peacefully. He crept onto the bed, looking around before crawling over the older boy. He watched as Taecyeon's face twisted in discomfort, “Hey hyung,” Chansung whispered in his ear. The tall boy groaned before opening his eyes slowly.
“Chansung-ah?”
“Hey, you fell asleep on the set. Good job hyung.”
Taecyeon blinked, opening his eyes fully to look around. He looked at Chansung with wide eyes, “I fell asleep? Where is everyone?”
“Off for Nichkhun's shoot. They're on the other side,” Chansung pointed to the opposite end of the building, hidden by multiple walls and curtains. “Hey, I want to play,” he whispered.
“Chansung... Here isn't the place to-” Taecyeon was interrupted when a pillow was pushed in his face. He pulled it away, glaring at the tall boy, “You want to have a pillow fight?”
“Yeah, what did you think I meant?” Chansung smirked, knowing exactly what the other boy had meant.
Taecyeon grabbed a pillow, smacking the maknae with it and knocking him backwards. The younger boy didn't expect it as he rolled away. He held his pillow tightly as he whirled it around. Taecyeon managed to dodge it, ducking into the bed. He lunged forward, tackling the younger boy against the bed. Chansung chuckled, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's neck, holding the pillow behind his head.
“I got you,” the maknae smiled.
“No, I think I have you.”
Chansung smirked, pulling the older boy closer. His breath tickled Taecyeon's lips as he spoke, “Do you really have me?” He teased the tall boy's lips, bringing them close before pulling back.
“Positive,” Taecyeon whispered.
The maknae's smirk widened as he suddenly flipped the two. Chansung straddled the tall boy's hips, grabbing Taecyeon's wrists and pinning them against the bed. He saw the older boy smile as his fingers glided over his wrist and entangled with Taecyeon's fingers. Chansung attacked the tall boy's lips greedily, nipping at them gently.
Taecyeon could feel the desperation in the younger boy's actions. He could feel Chansung's body against his own as the maknae ground their hips together. The smaller boy moaned softly against his mouth as he kissed him. He gripped Chansung's fingers tightly, not wanting to let go from this small act of passion but he wanted to touch the younger boy. Taecyeon wanted to run his fingers all over the maknae's body; to unbuttoning his shirt and slip his hand under it.
Chansung moved just as fast as the thought left the older boy's mind. His hands quickly found the growing bulge in Taecyeon's sweatpants. “Hyung, you're really hot in these.”
Taecyeon chuckled, his breath hitching as the maknae squeezed him, “They're only track pants Chansung-ah.”
“I still like them,” Chansung nibbled at the tall boy's lips. He palmed Taecyeon's crotch, his fingers outlining his dick over his pants. Chansung massaged the hardening shaft, making the older boy moan softly. Taecyeon hissed as the maknae slid his hand under his muscle shirt, his fingers gliding over his sculpted abdomen. His fingertips fell into every dip of the tall boy's body before he moved upwards to roll Taecyeon's nipple between his fingers. Chansung smirked, watching the older boy's reactions. He liked the way Taecyeon's face twisted up in pleasure as he rubbed his cock or pinched his pert nipple.
He sat back on his knees, looking down at his handiwork. Taecyeon panted with his eyes closed as he laid against the bed. Chansung watched the shaft beneath him twitch in the tall boy's pants. Using both hands, he circled it before closing his hands around it. Taecyeon bucked his hips into the maknae's hands, moaning loudly. He panted harshly before Chansung slid his pants down his hips.
“Hyung,” the younger boy whispered against Taecyeon's dick.
He shuddered, watching Chansung push his finger against the material covering him and he mentally cursed for wanting the younger boy to just rip it off. Taecyeon was sure the stylists would notice his missing pair of underwear. He smirked, wondering what the reaction would be when the noonas caught sight of his thick length not being restrained by undies. Taecyeon was sure it would be noticed. He arched his back as he felt Chansung's fingers slip into the legs of his underwear and tickle his cock. The maknae teased him, rubbing his shaft while kissing the patch of skin just above the waistband; his most sensitive spot.
Taecyeon shivered, his hands moving down to pull his underwear off his hips but the younger boy smacked him. “Nuh uh hyung.” He whimpered as the maknae continued to tease him, licking the wet spot through his briefs that was obviously pre-cum leaking through.
“Ah!” the tall boy gripped the bedsheets when Chansung softly squeezed the head of his cock between his teeth. He growled as he ran his fingers through the younger boy's hair to pull him up, “Chansung, let's fuck now or else you won't be able to walk for a week.”
Chansung smirked, ripping the older boy's underwear off and sliding his own down to kick them to the floor. He settled himself over Taecyeon's hips, grinding against him slowly and making the tall boy groan. “Hyung, if you want to fuck, prepare me first.”
“I don't have any-”
Before Taecyeon could finish his sentence, the maknae was shoving his own fingers into his mouth. He got the idea, wetting his fingers before pulling them out once he was satisfied. He waited until Chansung lifted his hips before circling the younger boy's entrance. Taecyeon watched as the maknae closed his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he pushed his fingers inside. He grinned as Chansung's breath hitched as he started to move his long slender digits in and out, scissoring them every few pumps. Taecyeon had the younger boy in a panting mess as Chansung started to fuck his fingers.
“Ah hyung,” the maknae moaned, throwing his head back. “Not enough... Please, I want you.”
“You have me,” Taecyeon smirked, wiggling his fingers and making the younger boy groan.
“N-no.. I want all of you... The full you, I want your cock in me.”
The tall boy shuddered as Chansung's voice sent chills down to his length. He pulled his fingers away, spitting into his hand before rubbing his slick palm against his cock. Taecyeon let out a low moan as he pumped himself back to full hardness. He watched as Chansung rocked his hips over his dick, teasing the head before slowly sinking down on it. He bit down on the pillow, trying to muffle the loud moan that tried to escape his throat as he felt Chansung's tight heat envelop him.
“Hyung, you're so big today,” the maknae panted, slowly rocking his hips to get used of the taller boy's size.
“That's what you get when you - ah, tease me.”
Chansung smiled before kissing the older boy's lips softly. He gave them another quick peck as he ran his finger down his chest and pushed up. He started to move faster, pulling his hips up so that Taecyeon's tip was just barely inside him before dropping back down. Chansung leaned back on the tall boy's legs, angling himself differently as he rode Taecyeon's cock. He watched as his own length bounced with every thrust of his hips and he threw his head back as he moaned.
Taecyeon trailed his fingers up the younger boy's body, squeezing his waist as he forced Chansung's hips to move faster. “Ah... Fuck Chansung,” his eyes rolled back into his head as the maknae's muscles squeezed his shaft. He wanted to flip them over because the pace they were going at was too slow and they didn't have all the time in the world to enjoy this. Taecyeon sat up but was pushed back down as the maknae tried to stop him.
“N-no hyung,” he choked out, still stroking Taecyeon's cock with his muscles, “We can't.... We'll make a mess if we-”
The tall boy bit his lip, knowing what Chansung meant. Any other position would leave evidence on the sheets. Taecyeon envisioned pushing the younger boy onto his stomach as he fucked him from behind, the maknae's dick rubbing against the sheets to help get him off. He bucked his hips at the thought, making Chansung cry out as he pushed in deeper.
“You're thinking about it, aren't you?” the maknae smirked, “Riding me bareback into the bed...”
“Mmm,” Taecyeon bit his lip, closing his eyes as he felt the younger boy's tongue against his ear.
“Oh hyung... The material of the bed rubs my cock so raw and sometimes it hurts but it feels so good.” Chansung yelped when the older boy slapped his ass, his hands grasping and squeezing it. He gasped as Taecyeon rocked his hips, pounding into him with short thrusts. The older boy's cock barely left his body as it was continuous pumped into his body. Chansung could hear the faint sound of voices and he took that as a hint to rub himself to finish. “Hyung,” he panted, “Hyung cum with me.”
“I'm already on the edge...”
“Good,” the maknae smirked, rubbing the tip of his length on Taecyeon's abdomen. His breathing quickened even more and he could fell the older boy's muscles tightening under his fingers.
“Chansung... Ugh!”
Chansung's vision went white, blinding him as heat surged through his body, shooting out in thick, creamy globs onto his stomach. His hips jerked as he felt Taecyeon's cum fill him and leak out around his cock, “T-too much hyung... It's dripping out.”
“Stop it Chansung,” the tall boy panted, his hips still twitching as he reached the end of his orgasm.
“Ah hyung,” Chansung whined, “Stop coming... It's already too much.”
Taecyeon thrust his hips once more before his body stopped trembling. Chansung quickly climbed off his hips, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off the bed. He stumbled towards the bathroom before the younger boy locked them in there. When his vision finally cleared, his eyes widened as he watched Chansung's fingers disappear into his body, “W-what are you doing?”
“You came inside me hyung... I have to get it out.”
“Right,” Taecyeon shuddered. He remembered clearly now feeling no restraint against his dick as he came. There was only a few times that Chansung had allowed him not to use a condom.
“Ugh, so messy. Now you know wh-” the maknae's eyes fell to Taecyeon's cock. “Hyung, seriously?”
“Sorry... You're fingering yourself. It looks hot.”
Chansung sighed, wiping his fingers off on a tissue. “Well I'm not letting you cum in my ass again.” He suddenly smirked, making Taecyeon wonder as he pushed him out of the stall and towards the sink. His pants were now securely on his hips as Taecyeon's were still at his feet. Chansung ran the water until it was warm before dipping his hands into it. He pulled the tall boy closer, bringing his hands out of the water and wrapping them around Taecyeon's throbbing cock. “It's dirty, might as well wash it and give you a hand job while I'm at it.”
“You're such a good maknae,” the older boy's breath hitched as Chansung stroked his shaft. It only made his dick throb harder when the maknae brought soap into the ministration as his movement became slicker. The sound of Chansung's hands moving against his tight skin had him throwing his head back.
Chansung could feel the vein pulsing under his fingers, “Are you close hyung?” He bit his lip as the tall boy's fingers gripped his shoulder, taking that as a sign. The pre-cum had mixed with the soap, adding more to the lubrication as Chansung moved his thumb over the tip. Taecyeon's cock twitched before it erupted into his hand, spilling the sticky white fluid all over his skin.
“Fuck Chansung... That was-”
“Amazing, yes I know,” the maknae wiped a drop of cum from his face before dipping hands back into the sink. He rinsed off the tall boy's dick before pulling his pants back up his hips.
“I'm so tired,” Taecyeon groaned, leaning against the younger boy.
“Yeah yeah.”
Chansung dragged the tall boy out of the bathroom and meeting with the rest of the members. Junsu raised a brow and the maknae just shrugged his shoulders, annoying the tall boy leaning against them.
“You're so great,” Taecyeon whispered in his ear, making him shudder.
“Yeah, I know I am.”
The younger boy cringed, knowing he'd have more to deal with once they got home.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Taecyeon
Summary: Why not put a bed from a set to use? Chansung isn't going to waste a perfectly good opportunity.
NOTE:Giants :3
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
Taecyeon chuckled as he rolled around in the bed set up on the floor for their photoshoot. He pressed his cheek against the pillow, rubbing his face into the soft plushy object. The bed was much larger and comfier than one he had ever been in and he enjoyed the extra ten minutes the staff had allowed him to play while they set up. He hugged the blankets as he wrapped himself up in it. “Mmm, so comfy,” Taecyeon moaned with his eyes closed.
Minutes passed until an hour rolled by and Taecyeon was sound asleep. The staff moved on to take Nichkhun's shoot and left the tall boy on the bed set. Chansung smirked, watching his hyung sleep peacefully. He crept onto the bed, looking around before crawling over the older boy. He watched as Taecyeon's face twisted in discomfort, “Hey hyung,” Chansung whispered in his ear. The tall boy groaned before opening his eyes slowly.
“Chansung-ah?”
“Hey, you fell asleep on the set. Good job hyung.”
Taecyeon blinked, opening his eyes fully to look around. He looked at Chansung with wide eyes, “I fell asleep? Where is everyone?”
“Off for Nichkhun's shoot. They're on the other side,” Chansung pointed to the opposite end of the building, hidden by multiple walls and curtains. “Hey, I want to play,” he whispered.
“Chansung... Here isn't the place to-” Taecyeon was interrupted when a pillow was pushed in his face. He pulled it away, glaring at the tall boy, “You want to have a pillow fight?”
“Yeah, what did you think I meant?” Chansung smirked, knowing exactly what the other boy had meant.
Taecyeon grabbed a pillow, smacking the maknae with it and knocking him backwards. The younger boy didn't expect it as he rolled away. He held his pillow tightly as he whirled it around. Taecyeon managed to dodge it, ducking into the bed. He lunged forward, tackling the younger boy against the bed. Chansung chuckled, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's neck, holding the pillow behind his head.
“I got you,” the maknae smiled.
“No, I think I have you.”
Chansung smirked, pulling the older boy closer. His breath tickled Taecyeon's lips as he spoke, “Do you really have me?” He teased the tall boy's lips, bringing them close before pulling back.
“Positive,” Taecyeon whispered.
The maknae's smirk widened as he suddenly flipped the two. Chansung straddled the tall boy's hips, grabbing Taecyeon's wrists and pinning them against the bed. He saw the older boy smile as his fingers glided over his wrist and entangled with Taecyeon's fingers. Chansung attacked the tall boy's lips greedily, nipping at them gently.
Taecyeon could feel the desperation in the younger boy's actions. He could feel Chansung's body against his own as the maknae ground their hips together. The smaller boy moaned softly against his mouth as he kissed him. He gripped Chansung's fingers tightly, not wanting to let go from this small act of passion but he wanted to touch the younger boy. Taecyeon wanted to run his fingers all over the maknae's body; to unbuttoning his shirt and slip his hand under it.
Chansung moved just as fast as the thought left the older boy's mind. His hands quickly found the growing bulge in Taecyeon's sweatpants. “Hyung, you're really hot in these.”
Taecyeon chuckled, his breath hitching as the maknae squeezed him, “They're only track pants Chansung-ah.”
“I still like them,” Chansung nibbled at the tall boy's lips. He palmed Taecyeon's crotch, his fingers outlining his dick over his pants. Chansung massaged the hardening shaft, making the older boy moan softly. Taecyeon hissed as the maknae slid his hand under his muscle shirt, his fingers gliding over his sculpted abdomen. His fingertips fell into every dip of the tall boy's body before he moved upwards to roll Taecyeon's nipple between his fingers. Chansung smirked, watching the older boy's reactions. He liked the way Taecyeon's face twisted up in pleasure as he rubbed his cock or pinched his pert nipple.
He sat back on his knees, looking down at his handiwork. Taecyeon panted with his eyes closed as he laid against the bed. Chansung watched the shaft beneath him twitch in the tall boy's pants. Using both hands, he circled it before closing his hands around it. Taecyeon bucked his hips into the maknae's hands, moaning loudly. He panted harshly before Chansung slid his pants down his hips.
“Hyung,” the younger boy whispered against Taecyeon's dick.
He shuddered, watching Chansung push his finger against the material covering him and he mentally cursed for wanting the younger boy to just rip it off. Taecyeon was sure the stylists would notice his missing pair of underwear. He smirked, wondering what the reaction would be when the noonas caught sight of his thick length not being restrained by undies. Taecyeon was sure it would be noticed. He arched his back as he felt Chansung's fingers slip into the legs of his underwear and tickle his cock. The maknae teased him, rubbing his shaft while kissing the patch of skin just above the waistband; his most sensitive spot.
Taecyeon shivered, his hands moving down to pull his underwear off his hips but the younger boy smacked him. “Nuh uh hyung.” He whimpered as the maknae continued to tease him, licking the wet spot through his briefs that was obviously pre-cum leaking through.
“Ah!” the tall boy gripped the bedsheets when Chansung softly squeezed the head of his cock between his teeth. He growled as he ran his fingers through the younger boy's hair to pull him up, “Chansung, let's fuck now or else you won't be able to walk for a week.”
Chansung smirked, ripping the older boy's underwear off and sliding his own down to kick them to the floor. He settled himself over Taecyeon's hips, grinding against him slowly and making the tall boy groan. “Hyung, if you want to fuck, prepare me first.”
“I don't have any-”
Before Taecyeon could finish his sentence, the maknae was shoving his own fingers into his mouth. He got the idea, wetting his fingers before pulling them out once he was satisfied. He waited until Chansung lifted his hips before circling the younger boy's entrance. Taecyeon watched as the maknae closed his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he pushed his fingers inside. He grinned as Chansung's breath hitched as he started to move his long slender digits in and out, scissoring them every few pumps. Taecyeon had the younger boy in a panting mess as Chansung started to fuck his fingers.
“Ah hyung,” the maknae moaned, throwing his head back. “Not enough... Please, I want you.”
“You have me,” Taecyeon smirked, wiggling his fingers and making the younger boy groan.
“N-no.. I want all of you... The full you, I want your cock in me.”
The tall boy shuddered as Chansung's voice sent chills down to his length. He pulled his fingers away, spitting into his hand before rubbing his slick palm against his cock. Taecyeon let out a low moan as he pumped himself back to full hardness. He watched as Chansung rocked his hips over his dick, teasing the head before slowly sinking down on it. He bit down on the pillow, trying to muffle the loud moan that tried to escape his throat as he felt Chansung's tight heat envelop him.
“Hyung, you're so big today,” the maknae panted, slowly rocking his hips to get used of the taller boy's size.
“That's what you get when you - ah, tease me.”
Chansung smiled before kissing the older boy's lips softly. He gave them another quick peck as he ran his finger down his chest and pushed up. He started to move faster, pulling his hips up so that Taecyeon's tip was just barely inside him before dropping back down. Chansung leaned back on the tall boy's legs, angling himself differently as he rode Taecyeon's cock. He watched as his own length bounced with every thrust of his hips and he threw his head back as he moaned.
Taecyeon trailed his fingers up the younger boy's body, squeezing his waist as he forced Chansung's hips to move faster. “Ah... Fuck Chansung,” his eyes rolled back into his head as the maknae's muscles squeezed his shaft. He wanted to flip them over because the pace they were going at was too slow and they didn't have all the time in the world to enjoy this. Taecyeon sat up but was pushed back down as the maknae tried to stop him.
“N-no hyung,” he choked out, still stroking Taecyeon's cock with his muscles, “We can't.... We'll make a mess if we-”
The tall boy bit his lip, knowing what Chansung meant. Any other position would leave evidence on the sheets. Taecyeon envisioned pushing the younger boy onto his stomach as he fucked him from behind, the maknae's dick rubbing against the sheets to help get him off. He bucked his hips at the thought, making Chansung cry out as he pushed in deeper.
“You're thinking about it, aren't you?” the maknae smirked, “Riding me bareback into the bed...”
“Mmm,” Taecyeon bit his lip, closing his eyes as he felt the younger boy's tongue against his ear.
“Oh hyung... The material of the bed rubs my cock so raw and sometimes it hurts but it feels so good.” Chansung yelped when the older boy slapped his ass, his hands grasping and squeezing it. He gasped as Taecyeon rocked his hips, pounding into him with short thrusts. The older boy's cock barely left his body as it was continuous pumped into his body. Chansung could hear the faint sound of voices and he took that as a hint to rub himself to finish. “Hyung,” he panted, “Hyung cum with me.”
“I'm already on the edge...”
“Good,” the maknae smirked, rubbing the tip of his length on Taecyeon's abdomen. His breathing quickened even more and he could fell the older boy's muscles tightening under his fingers.
“Chansung... Ugh!”
Chansung's vision went white, blinding him as heat surged through his body, shooting out in thick, creamy globs onto his stomach. His hips jerked as he felt Taecyeon's cum fill him and leak out around his cock, “T-too much hyung... It's dripping out.”
“Stop it Chansung,” the tall boy panted, his hips still twitching as he reached the end of his orgasm.
“Ah hyung,” Chansung whined, “Stop coming... It's already too much.”
Taecyeon thrust his hips once more before his body stopped trembling. Chansung quickly climbed off his hips, grabbing his wrist and pulling him off the bed. He stumbled towards the bathroom before the younger boy locked them in there. When his vision finally cleared, his eyes widened as he watched Chansung's fingers disappear into his body, “W-what are you doing?”
“You came inside me hyung... I have to get it out.”
“Right,” Taecyeon shuddered. He remembered clearly now feeling no restraint against his dick as he came. There was only a few times that Chansung had allowed him not to use a condom.
“Ugh, so messy. Now you know wh-” the maknae's eyes fell to Taecyeon's cock. “Hyung, seriously?”
“Sorry... You're fingering yourself. It looks hot.”
Chansung sighed, wiping his fingers off on a tissue. “Well I'm not letting you cum in my ass again.” He suddenly smirked, making Taecyeon wonder as he pushed him out of the stall and towards the sink. His pants were now securely on his hips as Taecyeon's were still at his feet. Chansung ran the water until it was warm before dipping his hands into it. He pulled the tall boy closer, bringing his hands out of the water and wrapping them around Taecyeon's throbbing cock. “It's dirty, might as well wash it and give you a hand job while I'm at it.”
“You're such a good maknae,” the older boy's breath hitched as Chansung stroked his shaft. It only made his dick throb harder when the maknae brought soap into the ministration as his movement became slicker. The sound of Chansung's hands moving against his tight skin had him throwing his head back.
Chansung could feel the vein pulsing under his fingers, “Are you close hyung?” He bit his lip as the tall boy's fingers gripped his shoulder, taking that as a sign. The pre-cum had mixed with the soap, adding more to the lubrication as Chansung moved his thumb over the tip. Taecyeon's cock twitched before it erupted into his hand, spilling the sticky white fluid all over his skin.
“Fuck Chansung... That was-”
“Amazing, yes I know,” the maknae wiped a drop of cum from his face before dipping hands back into the sink. He rinsed off the tall boy's dick before pulling his pants back up his hips.
“I'm so tired,” Taecyeon groaned, leaning against the younger boy.
“Yeah yeah.”
Chansung dragged the tall boy out of the bathroom and meeting with the rest of the members. Junsu raised a brow and the maknae just shrugged his shoulders, annoying the tall boy leaning against them.
“You're so great,” Taecyeon whispered in his ear, making him shudder.
“Yeah, I know I am.”
The younger boy cringed, knowing he'd have more to deal with once they got home.