drabble! you can see it with the lights out

[diskotomy]

you can see it with the lights out
leohyuk (vixx), nc-17
2422 words
fluff(?)


one night he wakes
strange look on his face
pauses, then says
you're my best friend
and you knew what it was
he is in love
(you are in love - taylor swift)

it’s too dark to be morning as he stumbles towards the washroom. stopped in his tracks, he can feel his ears warm as taekwoon’s fingers delve into his hair in the mimddle of the hallway while whispering to him. pulling the knots out lightly and nails gently scratching the nape of his neck, it always makes him feel stupid when he really thinks about the fact that the elder has kept the tiny peice of info that his neck is his weak point stored in his memory. he exhales and tries not to let the heat swirling in his chest spread into the pit of his stomach.

they’re in the van, half an hour ride ahead of them. he rubs his hands along taekwoon’s legs, massaging his knee in hopes of relieving him of the tiny twinge of pain that continuously twisted his face during practise the previous night. he bites his lips in response, silently asking him to stop by nudging his hands away and chest rising slightly as sanghyuk intentionally left touches just a bit too high on his thighs. he acts like it’s purely innocent and again, hopes taekwoon can’t see the red tips of his ears or hear the swell of pride in his chest.

hongbin tells them to get a room. sanghyuk tells him to put a collar on wonshik. he gets punch to the arm and a yell from the make-up chair before taekwoon appears and hongbin resorts to glaring from a distance, threats hidden underneath his tongue. there might also be a smirk on his face that’s reading as i knew all along. a part of him wants taekwoon to hit hongbin as he sits back down to play a game on his phone in a huff. taekwoon follows suit, resting his head on his shoulder with closed eyes as they wait to perform.

he smiles as he greets the other idols, bowing and holding hands with the seniors that reach out to him. he can feel the weight of taekwoon’s hands on his back and hips and waist as he does the same. everyone bows back, seniors and juniors all greeting one another. he bites his lips as taekwoon is pressed to his back, chest flush against him suddenly. taekwoon accepts the apology offered him to him by another idol for accidentally pushing. sanghyuk just smiles, nodding at them as well and tries not to let taekwoon hear the hitch in his breathe.

he’s heavy-lidded and drowsy, brushing his teeth while thinking of the school work he’s just finished on the ride home. but it feels like hammering a nail into gold leaf. the door clicks open and he continues his vain attempt at ingraining it furthur into his memory, not paying whoever entered the room any attention. but his body sways as someone is pressed to him, arms wrapping around his middle. peeking through the mirror, he expects hakyeon to be grinning at him. but instead finds taekwoon staring back as he tries to mold himself against sanghyuk. he smiles at the silent plea for a cuddle before sleep.

sanghyuk rolls into the bed first, curling up and shifting just enough to make room for taekwoon to join. which he does after turning out the lights and opening the curtains a bit. taekwoon shivers between the cool sheets as he slides in and tugs sanghyuk closer, whispering a song to his temple in between kisses. he tries to think of say something cheeky to say as he physically cringes due to the gentle tingle that swirls at the back of his head and down his spine. but sleep is too quick.

there’s a loud bang from the hallway, jolting him awake. he sighs, trying to calm the jolt in his heart and hoping jaehwan’s filming went well but also wishing he and their manager would be a little more quiet. taekwoon’s hand is under his shirt and resting on his stomach. he can feel his grip tighten around his waist, arm curling around him as he groans into his hair. sanghyuk tries to pull himself away, the tingles coursing like fireworks through his nervous system far too quickly for his liking.

"sanghyuk?"

his voice is sleep-filled and chesty. sanghyuk groans in response as he turns his body atop the matress so he can lay on his back. the bed creaks a bit louder then he expects in the stillness but taekwoon’s arm remains across his stomach.

"nevermind." he whispers even more quietly, "go back to sleep."

he hums again but with more of a questioning lilt, prying open his eyes to look over at taekwoon. he can barely make out his features in the darkness but he can feel his eyes on him, boring into his own and practically digging through his mind.

“what?”

"nothing."

he waits, staring into the outline of taekwoon’s existence and can feel his urge to say something radiating from his core. he could wait, he could fall back asleep and probably forget about it. because he can wait for taekwoon. but he’s not sure if taekwoon can.

"does your leg still hurt?" he mumbles cheekily.

"no. go to sleep."

"do you want me to massage it again?"

"n-no." he stutters slightly.

sanghyuk smiles, feeling proud of himself and much more awake. he lays on his side, facing taekwoon as he reaches down and touches his fingertips to his thighs.

"are you su-"

"yes. you’ve been teasing all day." he sounds indignant.

he snorts, "says the one that's been pressing himself all over me."

taekwoon grunts, body twitching as sanghyuk lets his hand slip underneath his shirt. he ghosts a barely-there touch to his stomach and quickly curls his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers. taekwoon doesn’t say anything as he pulls sanghyuk’s chin towards him and makes them kiss. but it’s enough of a response to make him smirk.

it’s lazy and gentle, simply lips pressing together. he groans while sanghyuk refuses to let him inside, tongue trying to lick open his mouth. his hips lift unintentionally, body curling into sanghyuk’s in some attempt to speed this along. kissing has always been taekwoon's favorite thing to do. he remembers when they first kissed and how he had whispered that he liked sanghyuk's lips, cheeks dusted in pink as he pulled him down for another one. it soon became clear to him just how easily kissing made taekwoon come undone.

"hyuk…" he murmurs, trailing his lips along sanghyuk’s jawline.

he hums in response, sounding as laid back as possible. he slides his hand around taekwoon’s hip and pushes gently, making him roll onto his back. he takes the opportunity to swing his leg over him, bracing his hands on the headboard and knees framing his hips.

taekwoon’s beaming, biting his lips. sanghyuk can’t quite tell if he’s beulding up to say something or keep himself from making an embarrassing noise. but he kisses his way down his neck anyways, fingers gently sliding his shirt upwards. taekwoon’s breathing is just labored enough that sanghyuk feels confident in nipping his way back up. he slides his shirt all the way up to his chin and places another kiss to his lips before straightening up. he shifts his weight and seats himself on the older’s lap.

this time, he beams down at him as he groans and wiggles a bit to adjust to the sudden weight. sanghyuk shamelessly swirls his hips and taekwoon’s hands are quick to grasp his thighs.

"w-wait."

so sanghyuk stills his movement but definately catches the twitch in his hips when he does. he doesn’t bother hiding his smile, tugging his own shirt off. there's a recording early the next morning and they really shouldn't be doing this. it's late and they'll be tired but sanghyuk feels like he's been waiting weeks for taekwoon to do something, anything.

"we should sleep."

sanghyuk decides that not answering would be the only thing that won't get him in trouble and instead, let's his hands wonder over taekwoon's abdomen. his chest expands as he sucks in a shaky breath and reaches up, tugging on sanghyuk's shoulders. letting himself be manhandled, he presses their chests together and kisses his way up the elder's throat once more. taekwoon growls low in his throat and sanghyuk tries not to smile too hard at his own impeciable evasion tactics.

and before he can even finish writiing his name into taekwoon's neck with his lips, the elder is curling his fingers into his hair. he winces at the sharp tug upwards that makes him raise his head. but he can't help the whimper that escapes his throat as taekwoon crashes their mouthes together.

he's not quick enough to keep taekwoon out and instead has to try keep himself under control as taekwoon gently scrapes his nails on his scalp as some sort of apology. sanghyuk hums as he lets taekwoon dominate the kiss, allowing his tongue to roam over his own and along the roof of his mouth. his hips buck upwards, evidently coming undone just as sanghyuk thought he would do. he swirls his hips as best he can, reveling in the feel of his hands squeezing his thighs and reaching wildly to place them somewhere he’s happy with.

pulling away with a gentle suck on taekwoon's lower lip, he props himself up on his arms and continues grinding downwards. his face is contorting and he’s trying to turn away, to fight back the noises bubbling up in his throat. sanghyuk can’t help his own whimper as he reaches down to press a palm against himself. he wants taekwoon inside him but he also wants taekwoon to suck him off and he wants to suck taekwoon off and everything is possible but only to an extent. especially living with 4 others and a busy schedule.

"hyung." he moans, palming himself through his boxers as he straightens into a sitting position and hoping he’ll catch on.

taekwoon’s eyes dart down and sanghyuk feels the warmth on his cheeks deepen, embarrassment heating his body just a bit more. he swallows back a yelp as taekwoon endulges him, fingers squeezing and stroking him through the fabric. his hips swirl forward this time, bucking in unadulterated pleasure. he wishes they were already laid bare and that taekwoon was buried inside him. he groans at the thought of being stretched open.

he leans down, hand bracing himself over taekwoon’s face and sliding the other into the elder’s boxers. he gasps, mumbling something as his hips buck upwards. the pressure of taekwoon’s hips pushing between his legs just makes him respond with another moan. they’re already almost at the end of it but he wants so much more. biting his lip, he meets the other’s gaze.

his pupils are blown wide, plush lips falling open as he works his hand into sanghyuk’s boxers. he wishes he could memorize this face, the look he gives him when their eyes meet. but sanghyuk likes the almost surprising pressure in his chest when he dose see it and how it reminds him how much taekwoon really means.

he murmurs his inner thoughts to taekwoon. he’s never particularly asked him if he’s comfortable with sanghyuk dirty talking when this is all they can do. because sanghyuk has no filter but if the twitch of his cock inside his palm is anything to go by, he assumes it’s okay. even if taekwoon always shuts him up in the middle of a description by kissing him senseless, breathless and searching taekwoon’s mouth for a peice of relief.

his fingers are curled into his hair and tugging roughly, sanghyuk doesn’t bother trying to hide the groan because taekwoon licks it into his own mouth as he hums in acknowledgement. he can feel taekwoon’s body becoming even more taught underneath him, leg’s straining and kicking just a bit as his hips push upwards as far as possible. he’s close.

sanghyuk swirls his palm and tugs faster. taekwoon sobs, hand stilling inside sanghyuk’s boxers and the other gripping harder in his hair. he groans again, this time into taekwoon’s open mouth as he gasps at the change in speed. suddenly, he’s pushed up a bit more, taekwoon’s hips lifting incredibly high off the bed as he spills forth into sanghyuk’s hand. and just as quickly, his body becomes limp and compliant underneath him.

breathing uneven and whispers praises into sanghyuk’s cheek, he starts a slow rhythm with his hand. he groans, already so close that it’s almost painful how gentle and slow taekwoon is going. pleading sometimes works, when the elder isn’t in an especially playful mood like right now. but he smirks, tugging sanghyuk’s head back to leave a faint trail of nips and kisses along his throat. sanghyuk whines, urging him to bite or suck a mark into his skin.

as he speeds up, sanghyuk stops himself from yelping too loudly, his arms beginning to strain as he fists the sheets. it’s too quick to really process but taekwoon’s teeth are gently grazing his shoulder and the pressure on his cock is tightened just enough that everything begins to unfurl and he’s left bucking into taekwoon’s hand.

sanghyuk lets himself fall onto the elder’s chest, cringing as taekwoon removes his hand. sated and tired, he rolls off and blinks up at the elder.

"good?"

taekwoon hums, sounding exhausted. he reaches for the tissues and cleans them up as best as he can, some of it already dried on their hands and inside boxers. the elder whispers a quiet thanks, wiggling closer to bury his nose into his hair.

sanghyuk opens his eyes to an empty bed and hakyeon yelling from the living room. their manager is at the doorway, whispering something to taekwoon as he looks through his closet and points at sanghyuk. a smile spread across his face as he recalls the quiet whispers the elder had murmured to his neck when he thought sanghyuk was asleep. sitting up, taekwoon is smiling at him as he tells him to lay down for 5 more minutes, since he has to take his own shower. with their manager already raising his voice at hakyeon and taekwoon just about to leave the room, he mumbles a quiet hyung in order to grab his attention.

"i love you too."

he can't help the laughter that bubbles up inside him as he's sitting in their waiting room to perform and thinks of the color taekwoon's face became earlier in the day.

this didn't come out as porn-y as i orignially wanted... :c
unbeta'd, sorry for any structural or grammatical errors