it's suffocating you; Daehyun/Youngjae; NC-17
Title: it's suffocating you
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: breathplay
Pairing/Focus: Daehyun/Youngjae
A/N: SO. I actually have nothing to say except that this is for both feixing and halcyondusk, the true creative minds behind this... thing. And yes title is taken from Warrior, specifically Daehyun's line so wow um. Walks away.
"Are you hard?" Youngjae asks, voice stuttering. Daehyun looks up at him from where he's pinned against the mattress, a crease forming on his brow as he surveys the younger boy, something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes. Youngjae presses his lips together in a thin line, completely unsatisfied with the other boy’s reaction. Then, as he clenches his jaw tight, Youngjae convinces himself that he knows just what he's doing, and before he knows it, he’s leaning down until his mouth is just a few inches away from the shell of Daehyun’s ear.
“Does this make you hard, Daehyun?” he repeats, although the reluctance in his voice is still, or perhaps even more evident in his voice.
There’s a pause that takes over the entire room after that, one wherein Youngjae finally finds it in himself to look back up at Daehyun’s face, only to find him grinning widely, eyes curled into bright half-moons. Youngjae’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, seeing that he honestly didn’t find anything amusing at all, and just as he’s about to ask why, Daehyun bursts out laughing, loud and raucous and grating all at once.
Youngjae could do nothing but stare at him, at first bewildered, then affronted, his face flushing a violent red as everything finally clicks in place.
Then as if on cue, Daehyun wheezes out, "Oh my god," Youngjae stares at him dead-on, ignoring the urge to jump out of the bed and dig a hole for himself to die in. "you can’t do this, Jae, this is too much-“
It only takes a few more seconds for Youngjae to eventually snap, hands gripping Daehyun by the collar. “Shut up,” he hisses, “shut up or I’ll make you shut up.”
His threat only falls into deaf ears, seeing that Daehyun is still too busy laughing his ass off to care. And so, as a last resort to redeem himself from the humiliation, Youngjae brings his hands around Daehyun’s neck, and with a cry that sounds more hurt than enraged, he tightens his grip, Daehyun’s laugh dying into a choke.
"I'm gonna kill you," Youngjae fumes, face going redder with the effort. "I'm going to fucking choke you, you--"
Daehyun lets out a strangled noise, eyes bulging out, and the rational voice in Youngjae's head screams for him to stop. He gulps down, tearing his eyes away from the boy below him as he loosens his grip, but then a groan stops him, along with a hand gripping one of his wrists tightly. Youngjae frowns, then feels the back of his ears prickle at the sight of Daehyun's flushed face, eyes dilated and lips parted as he breathes sharply through his nose.
Something inside Youngjae stirs, and before he knows it he's tightening his hands around Daehyun's neck again, earning him a weak moan of approval.
One of Daehyun's hands makes a steady descent down to the front of his own jeans, rubbing his dick as he stares up at Youngjae, whose eyes dart from the boy’s face then down to his crotch. Youngjae bites his lip, refusing to fully process the fact that they were actually doing this, and instead focuses on adding pressure to his fingers, pressing them deeper against Daehyun's skin, just enough to leave faint marks.
Daehyun gulps hard, and Youngjae feels his dick twitch at the feel of the older boy's throat constricting right against his hands. Daehyun keeps his eyes on Youngjae as he begins rubbing himself harder, breaths coming out shorter and shorter until Youngjae releases his grip momentarily, giving Daehyun a few seconds to take in as much oxygen as he can before he tightens his hands again, an uncharacteristically high pitched whine barely escaping Daehyun's mouth.
Youngjae thinks that there’s something morbidly fascinating with the way Daehyun’s face is slowly turning into a bruised purple shade, and how the state of his helplessness completely contrasts with the want that is painfully evident in his eyes.
“Touch yourself.” Youngjae commands, and for a moment he expects Daehyun to laugh and mock him again, but this time the older boy quickly complies, the sound of a zipper being undone breaking through the tense atmosphere.
Youngjae feels his chest swell as Daehyun draws out a long, broken moan, accompanied by the slick sound of skin against skin. Youngjae grunts as Daehyun’s knee suddenly comes up to press between his legs, and he retaliates by digging his fingers deeper against Daehyun’s neck.
Daehyun’s eyes slip shut as he lets out a shaky breath, his hips bucking up to fuck his fist as Youngjae practically humps his knee, desperate for friction. Pre-cum oozes out thickly from the slit of Daehyun’s cock, and Youngjae loosens his grip just for a bit, eyes trailing down to marvel at the way Daehyun effectively uses his cum to slicken his palm with, making it all the more better to fuck into.
“Shit,” Youngjae groans, the hard press of Daehyun’s knee making him falter as he tries to take a grab at the older boy’s neck again. He settles for bunching Daehyun’s shirt in hands, momentarily claiming defeat as he lets Daehyun rub slow circles against his clothed erection, making him see white at the back of his eyelids. “Daehyun- oh, oh, fuck, yes-“
The dominance that Youngjae had earlier instantly dies as he lets out a throaty moan, accompanied by a whimper as Daehyun tugs him down, their lips meeting in a sloppy mess. Daehyun breathes against his mouth hungrily, hot puffs of air warming the younger boy’s cheek. A tongue runs along Youngjae’s bottom lip, followed by Daehyun’s teeth as he bites down harshly, almost as if intending to draw blood. Youngjae’s pained cry dies down into another whimper as Daehyun kisses him full on the mouth, swallowing any further noises.
"Youngjae," Daehyun mumbles breathily as he draws back, putting just enough space between them for him to meet the younger boy's eyes. Youngjae responds by averting his gaze, face flushing as he catches Daehyun smirk before he leans closer again, this time pressing his lips against the corner of Youngjae's mouth, tongue jutting out to touch heated skin.
Youngjae gulps hard, eyes shutting tightly as Daehyun licks a stripe up his jaw, then towards his ear where he takes the lobe between his teeth and tugs, making Youngjae see stars at the back of his eyelids.
"Youngjae-ah," the older boy murmurs darkly, simultaneously rolling his knee against Youngjae's crotch, earning him a low moan. Daehyun's smirk only grows wider, and he takes it upon himself to take both of the boy's hands and place them none too discreetly against his neck.
For a moment, Youngjae only stares down at him, a blush creeping up his cheeks while Daehyun continues to relentlessly add more friction against his unbearably tight jeans, making it hard to breathe, and let alone think coherently.
"Choke me." Daehyun suddenly cuts through his thoughts, voice taking a demanding edge.
At this, Youngjae makes a strangled sort of noise at the back of his throat, as if something thick and hard had lodged itself into his windpipe- which is somehow ironic seeing that he is the one who has Daehyun in a chokehold.
Nevertheless, Youngjae feels himself growing harder as the older boy's request sinks in enough for him to finally take action, finding himself pressing his fingers tighter around Daehyun's neck once more.
It doesn't take long for them to fall back into place, with Youngjae watching Daehyun get off to the feel of rough hands around his neck, slowly but relentlessly cutting off his oxygen supply until he feels his lungs burn at the absence.
His eyes water in both pain and pleasure, and Youngjae merely watches as Daehyun opens his mouth and lets out an breathy moan. Daehyun's hand goes even faster as his chest begins to heave, his cock slipping in and out of his fist as he presses his thumb against the slit, desperate to even out the lack of air with as much pleasure as he can draw it.
"F...fu- fu...ck," the older boy curses with much difficulty, a tear slipping down his cheek, making Youngjae shift rather uncomfortably. He opens his mouth, concern in his eyes, but Daehyun merely shakes his head weakly, instead bucking his hips up harder into his hand, desperate for release.
"Fuck, Dae-" Youngjae leans down and brings his lips against Daehyun's jawbone, imitating the older boy's actions from earlier as he licks and nibbles on the skin. Daehyun hisses through gritted teeth, his eyes screwing shut as a familiar coil of heat settles low in his stomach, making him snap his hips up continuously, cock and hand slick against each other.
Youngjae places his forehead on Daehyun's shoulder, giving him a great view of Daehyun's swollen cock going in and out of his tightly balled fist. He watches as Daehyun's cock begins to twitch- a telltale sign that he's close to cumming. Youngjae feels strangely obligated to tighten his grip to its full extent, the veins at the back of his hands standing out against his skin.
Daehyun pushes his head back against the pillow as he gives a strangled cry, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. He gives himself a final stroke at the same time Youngjae suddenly releases his grasp around his neck, and as oxygen begins flooding back into his system, Daehyun's eyes roll back and he cums, thick and hot against his hand and all over his thighs.
"Jesus," is the first thing Youngjae manages to say after a few moments, hands shaking as he crawls to lie beside Daehyun. He falls by the older boy's side heavily, burying his head against the pillow. "you're insane. You're a fucking psycho."
Daehyun gulps, then reaches over to place his hand on Youngjae's shoulder.
"Hey," he begins, voice hoarse. "I'm not the one who came in my pants while strangling someone, just saying."
Youngjae quickly turns over, face scandalized as he instinctively covers the front of his jeans. Daehyun chuckles, the sound straining against his still raw throat.
Youngjae's cheeks flush a deep pink. "When I get the feeling back in my arms, I'm going to choke you. For real."
Daehyun's eyes gleam at this, and this time, the chuckle that escapes his throat is anything but strained.
"I can't wait."
"Fucking psycho." Youngjae repeats, although a grin eventually tugs at the corner of his lips, because honestly, he can't wait either.
ps: this is also partly inspired by daejae teaser pic because um youngjae's face + hand placement and daehyun being all "lol idgaf"?? ......yep.
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: NC-17
Warning/s: breathplay
Pairing/Focus: Daehyun/Youngjae
A/N: SO. I actually have nothing to say except that this is for both feixing and halcyondusk, the true creative minds behind this... thing. And yes title is taken from Warrior, specifically Daehyun's line so wow um. Walks away.
"Are you hard?" Youngjae asks, voice stuttering. Daehyun looks up at him from where he's pinned against the mattress, a crease forming on his brow as he surveys the younger boy, something akin to amusement dancing in his eyes. Youngjae presses his lips together in a thin line, completely unsatisfied with the other boy’s reaction. Then, as he clenches his jaw tight, Youngjae convinces himself that he knows just what he's doing, and before he knows it, he’s leaning down until his mouth is just a few inches away from the shell of Daehyun’s ear.
“Does this make you hard, Daehyun?” he repeats, although the reluctance in his voice is still, or perhaps even more evident in his voice.
There’s a pause that takes over the entire room after that, one wherein Youngjae finally finds it in himself to look back up at Daehyun’s face, only to find him grinning widely, eyes curled into bright half-moons. Youngjae’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, seeing that he honestly didn’t find anything amusing at all, and just as he’s about to ask why, Daehyun bursts out laughing, loud and raucous and grating all at once.
Youngjae could do nothing but stare at him, at first bewildered, then affronted, his face flushing a violent red as everything finally clicks in place.
Then as if on cue, Daehyun wheezes out, "Oh my god," Youngjae stares at him dead-on, ignoring the urge to jump out of the bed and dig a hole for himself to die in. "you can’t do this, Jae, this is too much-“
It only takes a few more seconds for Youngjae to eventually snap, hands gripping Daehyun by the collar. “Shut up,” he hisses, “shut up or I’ll make you shut up.”
His threat only falls into deaf ears, seeing that Daehyun is still too busy laughing his ass off to care. And so, as a last resort to redeem himself from the humiliation, Youngjae brings his hands around Daehyun’s neck, and with a cry that sounds more hurt than enraged, he tightens his grip, Daehyun’s laugh dying into a choke.
"I'm gonna kill you," Youngjae fumes, face going redder with the effort. "I'm going to fucking choke you, you--"
Daehyun lets out a strangled noise, eyes bulging out, and the rational voice in Youngjae's head screams for him to stop. He gulps down, tearing his eyes away from the boy below him as he loosens his grip, but then a groan stops him, along with a hand gripping one of his wrists tightly. Youngjae frowns, then feels the back of his ears prickle at the sight of Daehyun's flushed face, eyes dilated and lips parted as he breathes sharply through his nose.
Something inside Youngjae stirs, and before he knows it he's tightening his hands around Daehyun's neck again, earning him a weak moan of approval.
One of Daehyun's hands makes a steady descent down to the front of his own jeans, rubbing his dick as he stares up at Youngjae, whose eyes dart from the boy’s face then down to his crotch. Youngjae bites his lip, refusing to fully process the fact that they were actually doing this, and instead focuses on adding pressure to his fingers, pressing them deeper against Daehyun's skin, just enough to leave faint marks.
Daehyun gulps hard, and Youngjae feels his dick twitch at the feel of the older boy's throat constricting right against his hands. Daehyun keeps his eyes on Youngjae as he begins rubbing himself harder, breaths coming out shorter and shorter until Youngjae releases his grip momentarily, giving Daehyun a few seconds to take in as much oxygen as he can before he tightens his hands again, an uncharacteristically high pitched whine barely escaping Daehyun's mouth.
Youngjae thinks that there’s something morbidly fascinating with the way Daehyun’s face is slowly turning into a bruised purple shade, and how the state of his helplessness completely contrasts with the want that is painfully evident in his eyes.
“Touch yourself.” Youngjae commands, and for a moment he expects Daehyun to laugh and mock him again, but this time the older boy quickly complies, the sound of a zipper being undone breaking through the tense atmosphere.
Youngjae feels his chest swell as Daehyun draws out a long, broken moan, accompanied by the slick sound of skin against skin. Youngjae grunts as Daehyun’s knee suddenly comes up to press between his legs, and he retaliates by digging his fingers deeper against Daehyun’s neck.
Daehyun’s eyes slip shut as he lets out a shaky breath, his hips bucking up to fuck his fist as Youngjae practically humps his knee, desperate for friction. Pre-cum oozes out thickly from the slit of Daehyun’s cock, and Youngjae loosens his grip just for a bit, eyes trailing down to marvel at the way Daehyun effectively uses his cum to slicken his palm with, making it all the more better to fuck into.
“Shit,” Youngjae groans, the hard press of Daehyun’s knee making him falter as he tries to take a grab at the older boy’s neck again. He settles for bunching Daehyun’s shirt in hands, momentarily claiming defeat as he lets Daehyun rub slow circles against his clothed erection, making him see white at the back of his eyelids. “Daehyun- oh, oh, fuck, yes-“
The dominance that Youngjae had earlier instantly dies as he lets out a throaty moan, accompanied by a whimper as Daehyun tugs him down, their lips meeting in a sloppy mess. Daehyun breathes against his mouth hungrily, hot puffs of air warming the younger boy’s cheek. A tongue runs along Youngjae’s bottom lip, followed by Daehyun’s teeth as he bites down harshly, almost as if intending to draw blood. Youngjae’s pained cry dies down into another whimper as Daehyun kisses him full on the mouth, swallowing any further noises.
"Youngjae," Daehyun mumbles breathily as he draws back, putting just enough space between them for him to meet the younger boy's eyes. Youngjae responds by averting his gaze, face flushing as he catches Daehyun smirk before he leans closer again, this time pressing his lips against the corner of Youngjae's mouth, tongue jutting out to touch heated skin.
Youngjae gulps hard, eyes shutting tightly as Daehyun licks a stripe up his jaw, then towards his ear where he takes the lobe between his teeth and tugs, making Youngjae see stars at the back of his eyelids.
"Youngjae-ah," the older boy murmurs darkly, simultaneously rolling his knee against Youngjae's crotch, earning him a low moan. Daehyun's smirk only grows wider, and he takes it upon himself to take both of the boy's hands and place them none too discreetly against his neck.
For a moment, Youngjae only stares down at him, a blush creeping up his cheeks while Daehyun continues to relentlessly add more friction against his unbearably tight jeans, making it hard to breathe, and let alone think coherently.
"Choke me." Daehyun suddenly cuts through his thoughts, voice taking a demanding edge.
At this, Youngjae makes a strangled sort of noise at the back of his throat, as if something thick and hard had lodged itself into his windpipe- which is somehow ironic seeing that he is the one who has Daehyun in a chokehold.
Nevertheless, Youngjae feels himself growing harder as the older boy's request sinks in enough for him to finally take action, finding himself pressing his fingers tighter around Daehyun's neck once more.
It doesn't take long for them to fall back into place, with Youngjae watching Daehyun get off to the feel of rough hands around his neck, slowly but relentlessly cutting off his oxygen supply until he feels his lungs burn at the absence.
His eyes water in both pain and pleasure, and Youngjae merely watches as Daehyun opens his mouth and lets out an breathy moan. Daehyun's hand goes even faster as his chest begins to heave, his cock slipping in and out of his fist as he presses his thumb against the slit, desperate to even out the lack of air with as much pleasure as he can draw it.
"F...fu- fu...ck," the older boy curses with much difficulty, a tear slipping down his cheek, making Youngjae shift rather uncomfortably. He opens his mouth, concern in his eyes, but Daehyun merely shakes his head weakly, instead bucking his hips up harder into his hand, desperate for release.
"Fuck, Dae-" Youngjae leans down and brings his lips against Daehyun's jawbone, imitating the older boy's actions from earlier as he licks and nibbles on the skin. Daehyun hisses through gritted teeth, his eyes screwing shut as a familiar coil of heat settles low in his stomach, making him snap his hips up continuously, cock and hand slick against each other.
Youngjae places his forehead on Daehyun's shoulder, giving him a great view of Daehyun's swollen cock going in and out of his tightly balled fist. He watches as Daehyun's cock begins to twitch- a telltale sign that he's close to cumming. Youngjae feels strangely obligated to tighten his grip to its full extent, the veins at the back of his hands standing out against his skin.
Daehyun pushes his head back against the pillow as he gives a strangled cry, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. He gives himself a final stroke at the same time Youngjae suddenly releases his grasp around his neck, and as oxygen begins flooding back into his system, Daehyun's eyes roll back and he cums, thick and hot against his hand and all over his thighs.
"Jesus," is the first thing Youngjae manages to say after a few moments, hands shaking as he crawls to lie beside Daehyun. He falls by the older boy's side heavily, burying his head against the pillow. "you're insane. You're a fucking psycho."
Daehyun gulps, then reaches over to place his hand on Youngjae's shoulder.
"Hey," he begins, voice hoarse. "I'm not the one who came in my pants while strangling someone, just saying."
Youngjae quickly turns over, face scandalized as he instinctively covers the front of his jeans. Daehyun chuckles, the sound straining against his still raw throat.
Youngjae's cheeks flush a deep pink. "When I get the feeling back in my arms, I'm going to choke you. For real."
Daehyun's eyes gleam at this, and this time, the chuckle that escapes his throat is anything but strained.
"I can't wait."
"Fucking psycho." Youngjae repeats, although a grin eventually tugs at the corner of his lips, because honestly, he can't wait either.
ps: this is also partly inspired by daejae teaser pic because um youngjae's face + hand placement and daehyun being all "lol idgaf"?? ......yep.
