{ chaptered } Tell Me Goodbye ★ 2
Title: Tell Me Goodbye [2/7]
Fandom: Big Bang
Genre: Angst, smutfic
Pairing: GRi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Uses of alcohol, sex... It's not something to read to your younger sister.
Summary: Where there is giving, there is also taking.
N/A: OH HEY SECOND CHAPTER
Jiyong has never been very good at keeping promises that he made to himself. He would keep his word for anyone else no matter how absurd the promise was but he could never be this dedicated to himself.
He found himself going down into hopelessness all over again. The alcohol and even soft drugs he took did not do him any good. He only found one thing that satisfied him entirely: it was Seungri. At all times of the day or night, the boy welcomed him with open arms and did not complain even once when Jiyong took his clothes off and fucked all his heartaches away. After a few times, it became regular. Jiyong did not even need to be under the influence at all to just grab Seungri, lock him in their room and get what he needed from him.
There should have been shame in Seungri's mind but he could never find it in him to express it at all anymore. It did not even hurt as much as before after the sixth time it happened. He even found a way to make it so he did not walk as clumsily as he did on the days following those nights where Jiyong had to have him most. It was alright; it was their secret. No one asked, no one knew and Jiyong looked like he felt so good when he poured himself within Seungri's body.
It stayed one-sided for a while, there was a lot of taking from Seungri but only little giving by Jiyong. The older usually only put his hand over Seungri's mouth to avoid any unfortunate sounds from escaping him and he did not touch him more than that before collapsing on top him when he was worn-out, no matter if Seungri had his turn at feeling good or not. After each time, though, Jiyong promised that he would be there if the other ever needed him this way.
Sooner than later, a time came when Seungri was the one hitting a wall. A young woman whom he dated and fancied a lot in the past announced that she and the man who replaced Seungri were getting married. She was barely 21 and Seungri never suspected that she would tie the knot so soon... but he did go to the wedding out of civility, despite how painful it was to see her walk down this road with another man.
The very minute when he came back from the wedding ceremony, he slammed Jiyong to the floorboards of their room and started pulling at all those layers of vibrant fashion the older man was wearing.
"Ri? What's wrong? Watch it, that's a Galliano shir--"
"Shut up."
Seungri was a lot harsher than what Jiyong had ever imagined him like. Instead of desolation and melancholy, he was about anger and bitterness and it showed in how mercilessly he treated the other male's body. Jiyong could barely take in any air or find a way to be at ease with his knees and face against the cold floor as Seungri slammed into his body but he let the other use him. He knew the younger male needed him just as much as he needed him at times.
Of course, sex could not solve all. They both knew it but the rush of raw pleasure and adrenaline they could get from each other could make them forget about the rest of the world at least for the time being. Only now mattered anyways, later would come eventually and they did not need to think about this or anything else when they were together. They did not even need to think about each other, just empty their heads and heart through a few no-strings-attached intercourse.
"The bitch just wasn't good enough for you." Jiyong said between a few moans, still stark naked and splayed on the floor under Seungri's moving body. "You'll find better."
"I know." Seungri replied after pulling his lips away from Jiyong's neck and licking over the dark hickey he left. "I don't give a fuck. I don't want to look for better. I don't need it if it's going to stab me."
"That's why we have each other, right?" The older man looked up, squinting as Seungri slowly pushed into him again. "You're all I have right now, you know? For as long as we're both alone, I won't leave you. I won't let you be lonely."
"I won't leave you alone either, hyung." Seungri said, "I promise."
Jiyong smirked and moved his hips, "Just keep on fucking me..."
Seungri just kept giving and taking what they both needed and wanted. That was the only thing that was always good, no matter how many times they went at it. He could not get enough and this was sufficient for him. As long as Jiyong let him be this close to him, it did not matter if he did not ever found a way to feel love again.
Just this was good enough.
Fandom: Big Bang
Genre: Angst, smutfic
Pairing: GRi
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Uses of alcohol, sex... It's not something to read to your younger sister.
Summary: Where there is giving, there is also taking.
N/A: OH HEY SECOND CHAPTER
Jiyong has never been very good at keeping promises that he made to himself. He would keep his word for anyone else no matter how absurd the promise was but he could never be this dedicated to himself.
He found himself going down into hopelessness all over again. The alcohol and even soft drugs he took did not do him any good. He only found one thing that satisfied him entirely: it was Seungri. At all times of the day or night, the boy welcomed him with open arms and did not complain even once when Jiyong took his clothes off and fucked all his heartaches away. After a few times, it became regular. Jiyong did not even need to be under the influence at all to just grab Seungri, lock him in their room and get what he needed from him.
There should have been shame in Seungri's mind but he could never find it in him to express it at all anymore. It did not even hurt as much as before after the sixth time it happened. He even found a way to make it so he did not walk as clumsily as he did on the days following those nights where Jiyong had to have him most. It was alright; it was their secret. No one asked, no one knew and Jiyong looked like he felt so good when he poured himself within Seungri's body.
It stayed one-sided for a while, there was a lot of taking from Seungri but only little giving by Jiyong. The older usually only put his hand over Seungri's mouth to avoid any unfortunate sounds from escaping him and he did not touch him more than that before collapsing on top him when he was worn-out, no matter if Seungri had his turn at feeling good or not. After each time, though, Jiyong promised that he would be there if the other ever needed him this way.
Sooner than later, a time came when Seungri was the one hitting a wall. A young woman whom he dated and fancied a lot in the past announced that she and the man who replaced Seungri were getting married. She was barely 21 and Seungri never suspected that she would tie the knot so soon... but he did go to the wedding out of civility, despite how painful it was to see her walk down this road with another man.
The very minute when he came back from the wedding ceremony, he slammed Jiyong to the floorboards of their room and started pulling at all those layers of vibrant fashion the older man was wearing.
"Ri? What's wrong? Watch it, that's a Galliano shir--"
"Shut up."
Seungri was a lot harsher than what Jiyong had ever imagined him like. Instead of desolation and melancholy, he was about anger and bitterness and it showed in how mercilessly he treated the other male's body. Jiyong could barely take in any air or find a way to be at ease with his knees and face against the cold floor as Seungri slammed into his body but he let the other use him. He knew the younger male needed him just as much as he needed him at times.
Of course, sex could not solve all. They both knew it but the rush of raw pleasure and adrenaline they could get from each other could make them forget about the rest of the world at least for the time being. Only now mattered anyways, later would come eventually and they did not need to think about this or anything else when they were together. They did not even need to think about each other, just empty their heads and heart through a few no-strings-attached intercourse.
"The bitch just wasn't good enough for you." Jiyong said between a few moans, still stark naked and splayed on the floor under Seungri's moving body. "You'll find better."
"I know." Seungri replied after pulling his lips away from Jiyong's neck and licking over the dark hickey he left. "I don't give a fuck. I don't want to look for better. I don't need it if it's going to stab me."
"That's why we have each other, right?" The older man looked up, squinting as Seungri slowly pushed into him again. "You're all I have right now, you know? For as long as we're both alone, I won't leave you. I won't let you be lonely."
"I won't leave you alone either, hyung." Seungri said, "I promise."
Jiyong smirked and moved his hips, "Just keep on fucking me..."
Seungri just kept giving and taking what they both needed and wanted. That was the only thing that was always good, no matter how many times they went at it. He could not get enough and this was sufficient for him. As long as Jiyong let him be this close to him, it did not matter if he did not ever found a way to feel love again.
Just this was good enough.