Attention Deprivation (and How to Deal With It); Daehyun/Jongup; NC-17
Title: Attention Deprivation (and How to Deal With It)
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Daehyun/Jongup
A/N: ...Er, enjoy? LMAO SOBS ;;
Sometimes (or probably more often than not), Daehyun thinks that Jongup craves for approval a little too much, the thin line of what's normal to what's not far long breached by the boy's constant hunger. He'd go as far as doing a back flip even when he's not in the best condition, to lifting his shirt up to flaunt his abs in front of the camera-- all of that and more just for a few measly seconds of screams and cheers from the fans paired with quiet, satisfied nods from the other members.
But even when Daehyun admits to Jongup's little deficiency being just a tad bit disturbing, he soon finds himself taking advantage of it, and for once feels grateful for the other members' complete lack of common sense, hindering them from figuring out just what happens every time he and Jongup disappears in random intervals.
The thing is, he knows when Jongup feels extra needy, when the cheers and the nods and the pats-on-the-back just aren't doing it for him. There's a certain look in his face that's a cross between unease and frustration, a certain way he laces his fingers and presses his palms together, mouth twisting as if he had ingested something that's left a bad taste in his mouth; it's the look and posture of an attention-deprived Jongup, and for all the observing Daehyun's done, he's come to master just when to step in, when to intervene when Jongup's just about ready to combust and do something shitty and questionable just for the attention and, ultimately, for approval.
All in all, Daehyun thinks it's a pretty sweet deal for the both of them, and even though at times his conscience takes a jab at him and makes his throat catch whenever he glances at Jongup, all easy smiles and childish demeanor, he reminds himself that this is right, that nothing is wrong with what they have going on, and that, more importantly, Jongup wants-- needs this just as much as he does.
"Hyung," It's one of those times again, and this time Jongup is on his knees, small eyes peeking curiously up at Daehyun, who in turn snaps out of his thoughts just in time to flash the boy a reassuring smile. He cards a hand through Jongup's hair, smile growing wider at the way Jongup leans into the touch like a kitten desperate for human contact. It's endearing, really, just like the rest of him.
Tilting his head to the side, Daehyun offers a silent Why?, one that Jongup answers with a sheepish grin, followed by shaky hands coming up to press against his upper thighs. "This is okay, right?" he asks, but doesn't really wait for an answer and instead presses a shaky hand against Daehyun's growing bulge. Daehyun groans and nods his head feebly, eyelids dropping as he presses his back against the wall.
Jongup, albeit nervous himself seeing that he's never really gotten down on his knees for Daehyun or anyone before, feels pleased with the reaction he had elicited and quickly works Daehyun's jeans open, cursing a bit when the zipper catches halfway through. After a few more failed attempts, an irritated noise escapes Jongup's lips, making Daehyun laugh as he easily tugs his jeans down his narrow hips, making Jongup flush the next second when it finally dawns onto him that he's face-to-face with Daehyun's cock, thin white boxers the only thing separating them.
"Hey," Daehyun speaks up for the first time since Jongup had dragged him into their shared bedroom upon realizing that the other members were gone for their respective schedules. He runs his hand through Jongup's hair, fingers smoothing over the messy locks before settling on the nape of his neck. Somehow the action leaves Jongup almost breathless, cheeks coloring an odd shade of pink, and Daehyun has no choice but to soften his voice, almost nearing to a whisper, "you're doing good, Jongup. You're doing so good, and I know you can do so much more."
The compliment lands straight into Jongup's too-eager ears, and in the next second he regains enough composure to lean forward and press his lips against the outline of Daehyun's cock against his boxers. He gasps when he feels Daehyun twitch beneath his lips, but he doesn't pull back like the older boy had expected him to. Instead, Jongup bites down on his lower lip and gulps hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he lifts his hands and shakily presses them against either side of Daehyun's hips.
A long pause follows after that, the sound of Jongup's harsh, unsteady breathing barely overtaking the frantic beating of Daehyun's heart. His ears start to hurt at the insisting pounding, and he's this close to actually urging Jongup to get a move on when the boy finally snaps out of whatever trance he was in, mumbling what could be an apology as he licks his lips nervously. Daehyun's eyes zero-in on the action, the hand currently around the nape of Jongup's neck tightening to catch a few of the hairs curled at the back of his ears.
Jongup winces, but says nothing, choosing to spare Daehyun a slightly unsure look before he steels himself and leans closer, all the while tugging Daehyun's boxers and stopping only at mid-thighs. Daehyun watches the entire scene unfold with dilated eyes, his thick lips parting as he begins to pant audibly, the sound enough to spur Jongup on.
"God," Daehyun swallows thickly, the sight of Jongup eyeing his cock with those small, tentative eyes only making him harder. "Jongup-- do something-- anything--"
Jongup blinks, his eyes going a little hazy as he nods, more to himself than Daehyun, and slowly, very carefully wraps a hand around Daehyun's cock. This earns him a moan of approval from the older boy, one that makes Jongup's own cock stir and his toes curl, because yes, this is why he's doing this. This is why he's on his knees in front of Daehyun, shamelessly tugging at his half-hard cock, trying his best to draw out more of those pretty sounds out of Daehyun's lips; the ones that always make him feel like he's finally doing something right for a change--
"Ngh," Daehyun's thighs tense up as his hips start bucking into Jongup's hand, cock already slick with precum. It's just like the other times they've jerked each other off, those appreciative noises landing just right in Jongup's ears, but this time he thinks-- no, he knows that he can do so much better, that he can give so much more, just so he can hear more of those appreciative sounds Daehyun is making, "Jongup, ah-- shit,"
Jongup rubs his thumb against the swollen head of Daehyun's cock, inconspicuously leaning in to breath against the hot muscle. Daehyun moans louder in response and places his other hand on top of Jongup's head. Taking this as a cue to look up, Jongup does so, his stomach flopping uselessly when he meets Daehyun's gaze, all hot and flustered and hungry--
"Can I, hyung?" Jongup finds himself asking, voice coming out just above a whisper. Admittedly, he knows next to nothing about sucking cock, but if it meant making Daehyun look at him like that, then he's more than willing to give it his best shot. Daehyun responds by giving him a breathy smile; a soft exhale first followed by a curl of his lips, gleaming teeth in complete contrast with his hooded eyes. Jongup thinks this is more than enough of an approval, and lands his gaze back to Daehyun's cock.
Slowly and shakily, Jongup leans in and sticks his tongue out, the blush on his cheeks growing all the more prominent as he closes the space between them. He shuts his eyes at the last second, then gives himself a boost and leans all the way in, his tongue finally touching Daehyun's heated skin.
"Oh god," the older boy gasps, the feel of Jongup's tongue against his cock making his knees wobble dangerously under his weight. He unwinds one hand from Jongup's hair and grapples behind him, helplessly gripping at the flat surface of the wall as Jongup begins to lick a hot, wet stripe up his dick. "F-fuck, fuck, Jongup--"
Daehyun's voice echoes inside the room, reverberating deep in Jongup's ears, and even with the complete and utter embarrassment weighing down on his shoulders, he finds himself opening his eyes just by a fraction, his limited gaze supplying him with the sight of Daehyun's flushed face, eyes dilated and thick lips parted as he breathes heavily.
Continuing on from where he left of, Jongup opens his mouth wider, averting his eyes from the throbbing dick in his hand as he leans all the way in and takes the head, eyes squeezing back shut when the taste of the older boy lands thick and heavy on his tongue. It's weird and hot and sort of wet, but Jongup doesn't let it bother him, concentrating on the way Daehyun moans and the way he runs his fingers through Jongup's hair, the way he rubs the boy's scalp and urges him on, back slumping and chest heaving--
"Jongup," Daehyun is breathless, obviously staggering with his words. There's sweat rolling down the sides of his face, and it's ridiculous, considering that his cock is just barely past Jongup's lips, but very understandable, since this has been his fantasy for a very long time, even before they've even started doing anything together. "yes, god, fuck yes--"
Jongup, still a bit jittery, feels a lump form in his throat, and mostly out of instinct, tries to swallow it down, only to have Daehyun pushed further into his mouth. He coughs for a bit, but reassures Daehyun that he's okay by repeating the action, this time hollowing his cheeks deeper than before, his tongue pressing up against the underside of the older boy's cock. He's not entirely sure if he's even doing it right, but he supposes he is if the way Daehyun gasps and slightly bucks his hips are both anything to go by.
He continues hollowing his cheeks and sucking Daehyun's cock in, his lips stretching to accommodate each thick inch passing through his mouth, all the while savoring Daehyun's moans and pants and grunts, each grateful noise shooting straight to his own cock. He slides a hand down between his legs and begins to rub himself through his jeans, eyelashes fluttering as sparks of pleasure dance behind his eyelids.
A little while after of merely sucking and licking every hot, rough expanse of Daehyun's cock, Jongup decides to bring it up a level higher, feeling rather experimental (and maybe just a little bit overconfident) as he forces more of Daehyun in his mouth. He swallows down any sort of resistance, not stopping even when tears start to form at the corners of his eyes. Then Daehyun starts tugging at his hair, obviously worried even when he's in the middle of getting a blowjob, and somehow, the thought makes Jongup smile and laugh a little, and in the next second he finds himself gagging, tears blurring his vision as he coughs and pulls away. Daehyun winces at the sudden loss of Jongup's hot, wet mouth around him, but temporarily pushes the feeling away as he leans down a bit and presses a hand against Jongup's cheek.
"Hey," he says softly, tenderly, like Jongup is a child who's just choked on his favorite piece of candy. Daehyun runs his thumb under the curve of Jongup's eye, brushing the lone tear away before he looks straight into the boy's eyes. "you okay?"
Jongup chews on his bottom lip, feeling both mortified at his lack of deep throating ability and disappointed at the fact Daehyun isn't making those pretty noises anymore. And so, as a last attempt to redeem himself, Jongup chooses to neither acknowledge Daehyun's question nor his gaze, and instead pushes the older boy away, hands pressing against Daehyun's chest to bring him back to his earlier position.
"Again," he merely explains as Daehyun reluctantly presses his back against the wall once more, a scowl on his face. "I want to try again, hyung."
For a second a flash of hesitance crosses Daehyun's features, but before he can even do or say anything to claim otherwise, Jongup reaches out and tugs at his cock, hard, and all thoughts of even refusing the boy leaves Daehyun as fast as it had come.
Jongup hides a smile as he begins jerking Daehyun off, his calloused hand roughly working Daehyun back to full hardness in a matter of seconds. Precum oozes out the slit and runs down the base of his cock, making Daehyun shiver and thrust his hips up into Jongup's fist. Jongup merely watches as Daehyun's cock goes in and out of his tightly balled fist, briefly wondering how it would feel in his ass. He doesn't linger much on the thought though, not when Daehyun is making all those noises again, this time practically begging for Jongup to suck him off again.
Jongup is more than willing to comply of course, since he's a little more experienced than he had been earlier, and takes Daehyun's cock in his mouth again, swirling his tongue around the head enthusiastically. He's careful not to scrape Daehyun with his teeth, pushing them back to have his lips pressed around the older boy instead. Daehyun groans, then starts to take slow, shallow thrusts, gently fucking himself into Jongup's hot mouth.
"Shit," Daehyun curses through gritted teeth, eyes glazing over as pleasure shoots up his spine, spots of white making it hard for him to concentrate on watching the way his swollen cock goes in and out of Jongup's mouth in languid thrusts. He gives out a small yelp when Jongup hums and runs his tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock, making him shudder and shut his eyes tight as a particularly overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over him. "Jesus, Jongup, your fucking mouth--"
Jongup replies by pushing Daehyun into his mouth by another inch, his hands now grasping either side of Daehyun's hips to keep him from thrusting. He hollows his cheeks once more and gives a hard suck, a thin line of saliva running down the corner of his mouth, Daehyun's thick girth making it hard to swallow anything at all. The sight seems to turn Daehyun on even more, his cock twitching rather violently before a spurt of precum hits Jongup's tongue, making the boy wince at the taste. Daehyun apologizes by rubbing the back of Jongup's neck, drawing circles against the flushed skin.
Soon enough, Jongup decides to finally take it to the highest notch, his grip on Daehyun's hips tightening before he pulls him closer, simultaneously opening his mouth wider as he pushes in Daehyun's cock, ignoring the tears already burning at the back of his eyes. He doesn't stop pushing himself and pulling Daehyun closer until he feels the head of Daehyun's cock brush against his throat. His gag reflex kicks in but he doesn't pull away, and instead copes with it by squeezing Daehyun's hips in a bruising grip.
There's a strange sense of fulfillment that settles deep in Jongup's gut as he realizes that he's done it; that he finally has Daehyun's cock wedged into his throat, which, in his own twisted understanding, means that he finally has all of Daehyun's attention, all of his approval--
Jongup starts bobbing his head, sucking and licking and leaving nothing of Daehyun untouched. At some point his eyes drift up to meet Daehyun's, and somehow the experience turns about ten times hotter with the both of them looking deep into each other's eyes, gazes crackling with palpable electricity each time Daehyun's cock pushes into Jongup's throat.
It's almost painful, really, having something thick and hard going in and out of his mouth, pressing at the back of his throat, but Jongup can't really bring himself to care, not when Daehyun's practically worshipping him with his delicious moans and cries, pupils dilated and breath visible through hot puffs of air.
"F-fuck, Jongup, I--" Daehyun groans, hands shaking as they press down on Jongup's head. Despite Jongup's iron grip on his hips, Daehyun begins to buck up into the boy's mouth, and surprisingly, Jongup lets him, his hands falling away to his sides as he lets Daehyun practically fuck his mouth. Daehyun's thrusts turn from shallow and measured to sharp and relentless, the lower half of his body seeming to move of its own accord as his hands curl and grab fistfuls of Jongup's hair. He goes in and out roughly, muttering strings of curses and purposely making his moans of approval louder, which is his own way of pleasuring Jongup, seeing that in between the months of them hooking up, Daehyun's gained sufficient knowledge of the fact that his praises are more than enough to send Jongup off the edge. "Almost-- almost,"
At a particularly sharp thrust, Jongup lets out a whine, the sound making Daehyun's skin tingle with little pinpricks of pleasure. His eyes slips shut, jaw slack as he forces his cock all the way into Jongup's mouth, the sound of the boy gagging instantly muffled by his own low groan as he cums, strands of hot white shooting down Jongup's throat. His nails dig into Jongup's scalp as he rides the last waves of his orgasm, then heavily slumps against the wall once he's done, his limp cock dragging out of Jongup's mouth in the process.
Color rises up Jongup's face when it hits him eventually, after about a few minutes of terse silence between them. He makes to stand up, fully intent on making the situation less awkward, but falters when he feels a sticky sensation in his pants, causing his legs to wobble and for him to land on his ass, right on the floor. The embarrassed sputter that leaves Jongup's lips tugs a grin on Daehyun's own lips, and suddenly, the heavy atmosphere morphs into a moment of relief as Daehyun kneels down on equally wobbly legs, reaching out a hand to wrap around Jongup's wrist.
"Jongup." he says, then tugs at the younger boy's hand. It takes a few seconds for Jongup to get the hint, but when he eventually does, Daehyun is rewarded with a blush and a slight upturn of his lips. He lets out a faint sigh when he feels the side of Jongup's head press against his shoulder, the pressure warm and solid and nice, making his chest feel just a bit lighter.
Then, just when Daehyun is sure that Jongup's already reached his quota of words and his share of humiliation and will refuse to talk for another twenty-four hours, he feels the boy shift in his arms, rearranging himself until he's eye-level with Daehyun, half-straddling him in the process.
"Hyung," Jongup says, the deep red blush from moments ago dissipating into a faint shade of pink. There's a glint in his eye this time, something that Daehyun's already intimately familiar with; it's the look of an attention-deprived Jongup, one who's minutes away from exploding unless he hears what he's worked his ass (or in this case, mouth) off for, what he wants-- needs to hear, "how did I do?"
Daehyun really can't help but smile at this, surprisingly tender and genuine as he reaches up and brushes Jongup's hair away from his eyes, "Perfect," he replies, wholly and honestly, just like the other times, "you were just perfect."
extra notes: and once again, i'm sorry daejong ;___; i honestly have nothing to say so just please throw me off a cliff. or bridge. whichever is more painful and will ensure my body gets shredded LMAO sigh
Author: flusteredmess
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Daehyun/Jongup
A/N: ...Er, enjoy? LMAO SOBS ;;
Sometimes (or probably more often than not), Daehyun thinks that Jongup craves for approval a little too much, the thin line of what's normal to what's not far long breached by the boy's constant hunger. He'd go as far as doing a back flip even when he's not in the best condition, to lifting his shirt up to flaunt his abs in front of the camera-- all of that and more just for a few measly seconds of screams and cheers from the fans paired with quiet, satisfied nods from the other members.
But even when Daehyun admits to Jongup's little deficiency being just a tad bit disturbing, he soon finds himself taking advantage of it, and for once feels grateful for the other members' complete lack of common sense, hindering them from figuring out just what happens every time he and Jongup disappears in random intervals.
The thing is, he knows when Jongup feels extra needy, when the cheers and the nods and the pats-on-the-back just aren't doing it for him. There's a certain look in his face that's a cross between unease and frustration, a certain way he laces his fingers and presses his palms together, mouth twisting as if he had ingested something that's left a bad taste in his mouth; it's the look and posture of an attention-deprived Jongup, and for all the observing Daehyun's done, he's come to master just when to step in, when to intervene when Jongup's just about ready to combust and do something shitty and questionable just for the attention and, ultimately, for approval.
All in all, Daehyun thinks it's a pretty sweet deal for the both of them, and even though at times his conscience takes a jab at him and makes his throat catch whenever he glances at Jongup, all easy smiles and childish demeanor, he reminds himself that this is right, that nothing is wrong with what they have going on, and that, more importantly, Jongup wants-- needs this just as much as he does.
"Hyung," It's one of those times again, and this time Jongup is on his knees, small eyes peeking curiously up at Daehyun, who in turn snaps out of his thoughts just in time to flash the boy a reassuring smile. He cards a hand through Jongup's hair, smile growing wider at the way Jongup leans into the touch like a kitten desperate for human contact. It's endearing, really, just like the rest of him.
Tilting his head to the side, Daehyun offers a silent Why?, one that Jongup answers with a sheepish grin, followed by shaky hands coming up to press against his upper thighs. "This is okay, right?" he asks, but doesn't really wait for an answer and instead presses a shaky hand against Daehyun's growing bulge. Daehyun groans and nods his head feebly, eyelids dropping as he presses his back against the wall.
Jongup, albeit nervous himself seeing that he's never really gotten down on his knees for Daehyun or anyone before, feels pleased with the reaction he had elicited and quickly works Daehyun's jeans open, cursing a bit when the zipper catches halfway through. After a few more failed attempts, an irritated noise escapes Jongup's lips, making Daehyun laugh as he easily tugs his jeans down his narrow hips, making Jongup flush the next second when it finally dawns onto him that he's face-to-face with Daehyun's cock, thin white boxers the only thing separating them.
"Hey," Daehyun speaks up for the first time since Jongup had dragged him into their shared bedroom upon realizing that the other members were gone for their respective schedules. He runs his hand through Jongup's hair, fingers smoothing over the messy locks before settling on the nape of his neck. Somehow the action leaves Jongup almost breathless, cheeks coloring an odd shade of pink, and Daehyun has no choice but to soften his voice, almost nearing to a whisper, "you're doing good, Jongup. You're doing so good, and I know you can do so much more."
The compliment lands straight into Jongup's too-eager ears, and in the next second he regains enough composure to lean forward and press his lips against the outline of Daehyun's cock against his boxers. He gasps when he feels Daehyun twitch beneath his lips, but he doesn't pull back like the older boy had expected him to. Instead, Jongup bites down on his lower lip and gulps hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he lifts his hands and shakily presses them against either side of Daehyun's hips.
A long pause follows after that, the sound of Jongup's harsh, unsteady breathing barely overtaking the frantic beating of Daehyun's heart. His ears start to hurt at the insisting pounding, and he's this close to actually urging Jongup to get a move on when the boy finally snaps out of whatever trance he was in, mumbling what could be an apology as he licks his lips nervously. Daehyun's eyes zero-in on the action, the hand currently around the nape of Jongup's neck tightening to catch a few of the hairs curled at the back of his ears.
Jongup winces, but says nothing, choosing to spare Daehyun a slightly unsure look before he steels himself and leans closer, all the while tugging Daehyun's boxers and stopping only at mid-thighs. Daehyun watches the entire scene unfold with dilated eyes, his thick lips parting as he begins to pant audibly, the sound enough to spur Jongup on.
"God," Daehyun swallows thickly, the sight of Jongup eyeing his cock with those small, tentative eyes only making him harder. "Jongup-- do something-- anything--"
Jongup blinks, his eyes going a little hazy as he nods, more to himself than Daehyun, and slowly, very carefully wraps a hand around Daehyun's cock. This earns him a moan of approval from the older boy, one that makes Jongup's own cock stir and his toes curl, because yes, this is why he's doing this. This is why he's on his knees in front of Daehyun, shamelessly tugging at his half-hard cock, trying his best to draw out more of those pretty sounds out of Daehyun's lips; the ones that always make him feel like he's finally doing something right for a change--
"Ngh," Daehyun's thighs tense up as his hips start bucking into Jongup's hand, cock already slick with precum. It's just like the other times they've jerked each other off, those appreciative noises landing just right in Jongup's ears, but this time he thinks-- no, he knows that he can do so much better, that he can give so much more, just so he can hear more of those appreciative sounds Daehyun is making, "Jongup, ah-- shit,"
Jongup rubs his thumb against the swollen head of Daehyun's cock, inconspicuously leaning in to breath against the hot muscle. Daehyun moans louder in response and places his other hand on top of Jongup's head. Taking this as a cue to look up, Jongup does so, his stomach flopping uselessly when he meets Daehyun's gaze, all hot and flustered and hungry--
"Can I, hyung?" Jongup finds himself asking, voice coming out just above a whisper. Admittedly, he knows next to nothing about sucking cock, but if it meant making Daehyun look at him like that, then he's more than willing to give it his best shot. Daehyun responds by giving him a breathy smile; a soft exhale first followed by a curl of his lips, gleaming teeth in complete contrast with his hooded eyes. Jongup thinks this is more than enough of an approval, and lands his gaze back to Daehyun's cock.
Slowly and shakily, Jongup leans in and sticks his tongue out, the blush on his cheeks growing all the more prominent as he closes the space between them. He shuts his eyes at the last second, then gives himself a boost and leans all the way in, his tongue finally touching Daehyun's heated skin.
"Oh god," the older boy gasps, the feel of Jongup's tongue against his cock making his knees wobble dangerously under his weight. He unwinds one hand from Jongup's hair and grapples behind him, helplessly gripping at the flat surface of the wall as Jongup begins to lick a hot, wet stripe up his dick. "F-fuck, fuck, Jongup--"
Daehyun's voice echoes inside the room, reverberating deep in Jongup's ears, and even with the complete and utter embarrassment weighing down on his shoulders, he finds himself opening his eyes just by a fraction, his limited gaze supplying him with the sight of Daehyun's flushed face, eyes dilated and thick lips parted as he breathes heavily.
Continuing on from where he left of, Jongup opens his mouth wider, averting his eyes from the throbbing dick in his hand as he leans all the way in and takes the head, eyes squeezing back shut when the taste of the older boy lands thick and heavy on his tongue. It's weird and hot and sort of wet, but Jongup doesn't let it bother him, concentrating on the way Daehyun moans and the way he runs his fingers through Jongup's hair, the way he rubs the boy's scalp and urges him on, back slumping and chest heaving--
"Jongup," Daehyun is breathless, obviously staggering with his words. There's sweat rolling down the sides of his face, and it's ridiculous, considering that his cock is just barely past Jongup's lips, but very understandable, since this has been his fantasy for a very long time, even before they've even started doing anything together. "yes, god, fuck yes--"
Jongup, still a bit jittery, feels a lump form in his throat, and mostly out of instinct, tries to swallow it down, only to have Daehyun pushed further into his mouth. He coughs for a bit, but reassures Daehyun that he's okay by repeating the action, this time hollowing his cheeks deeper than before, his tongue pressing up against the underside of the older boy's cock. He's not entirely sure if he's even doing it right, but he supposes he is if the way Daehyun gasps and slightly bucks his hips are both anything to go by.
He continues hollowing his cheeks and sucking Daehyun's cock in, his lips stretching to accommodate each thick inch passing through his mouth, all the while savoring Daehyun's moans and pants and grunts, each grateful noise shooting straight to his own cock. He slides a hand down between his legs and begins to rub himself through his jeans, eyelashes fluttering as sparks of pleasure dance behind his eyelids.
A little while after of merely sucking and licking every hot, rough expanse of Daehyun's cock, Jongup decides to bring it up a level higher, feeling rather experimental (and maybe just a little bit overconfident) as he forces more of Daehyun in his mouth. He swallows down any sort of resistance, not stopping even when tears start to form at the corners of his eyes. Then Daehyun starts tugging at his hair, obviously worried even when he's in the middle of getting a blowjob, and somehow, the thought makes Jongup smile and laugh a little, and in the next second he finds himself gagging, tears blurring his vision as he coughs and pulls away. Daehyun winces at the sudden loss of Jongup's hot, wet mouth around him, but temporarily pushes the feeling away as he leans down a bit and presses a hand against Jongup's cheek.
"Hey," he says softly, tenderly, like Jongup is a child who's just choked on his favorite piece of candy. Daehyun runs his thumb under the curve of Jongup's eye, brushing the lone tear away before he looks straight into the boy's eyes. "you okay?"
Jongup chews on his bottom lip, feeling both mortified at his lack of deep throating ability and disappointed at the fact Daehyun isn't making those pretty noises anymore. And so, as a last attempt to redeem himself, Jongup chooses to neither acknowledge Daehyun's question nor his gaze, and instead pushes the older boy away, hands pressing against Daehyun's chest to bring him back to his earlier position.
"Again," he merely explains as Daehyun reluctantly presses his back against the wall once more, a scowl on his face. "I want to try again, hyung."
For a second a flash of hesitance crosses Daehyun's features, but before he can even do or say anything to claim otherwise, Jongup reaches out and tugs at his cock, hard, and all thoughts of even refusing the boy leaves Daehyun as fast as it had come.
Jongup hides a smile as he begins jerking Daehyun off, his calloused hand roughly working Daehyun back to full hardness in a matter of seconds. Precum oozes out the slit and runs down the base of his cock, making Daehyun shiver and thrust his hips up into Jongup's fist. Jongup merely watches as Daehyun's cock goes in and out of his tightly balled fist, briefly wondering how it would feel in his ass. He doesn't linger much on the thought though, not when Daehyun is making all those noises again, this time practically begging for Jongup to suck him off again.
Jongup is more than willing to comply of course, since he's a little more experienced than he had been earlier, and takes Daehyun's cock in his mouth again, swirling his tongue around the head enthusiastically. He's careful not to scrape Daehyun with his teeth, pushing them back to have his lips pressed around the older boy instead. Daehyun groans, then starts to take slow, shallow thrusts, gently fucking himself into Jongup's hot mouth.
"Shit," Daehyun curses through gritted teeth, eyes glazing over as pleasure shoots up his spine, spots of white making it hard for him to concentrate on watching the way his swollen cock goes in and out of Jongup's mouth in languid thrusts. He gives out a small yelp when Jongup hums and runs his tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock, making him shudder and shut his eyes tight as a particularly overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over him. "Jesus, Jongup, your fucking mouth--"
Jongup replies by pushing Daehyun into his mouth by another inch, his hands now grasping either side of Daehyun's hips to keep him from thrusting. He hollows his cheeks once more and gives a hard suck, a thin line of saliva running down the corner of his mouth, Daehyun's thick girth making it hard to swallow anything at all. The sight seems to turn Daehyun on even more, his cock twitching rather violently before a spurt of precum hits Jongup's tongue, making the boy wince at the taste. Daehyun apologizes by rubbing the back of Jongup's neck, drawing circles against the flushed skin.
Soon enough, Jongup decides to finally take it to the highest notch, his grip on Daehyun's hips tightening before he pulls him closer, simultaneously opening his mouth wider as he pushes in Daehyun's cock, ignoring the tears already burning at the back of his eyes. He doesn't stop pushing himself and pulling Daehyun closer until he feels the head of Daehyun's cock brush against his throat. His gag reflex kicks in but he doesn't pull away, and instead copes with it by squeezing Daehyun's hips in a bruising grip.
There's a strange sense of fulfillment that settles deep in Jongup's gut as he realizes that he's done it; that he finally has Daehyun's cock wedged into his throat, which, in his own twisted understanding, means that he finally has all of Daehyun's attention, all of his approval--
Jongup starts bobbing his head, sucking and licking and leaving nothing of Daehyun untouched. At some point his eyes drift up to meet Daehyun's, and somehow the experience turns about ten times hotter with the both of them looking deep into each other's eyes, gazes crackling with palpable electricity each time Daehyun's cock pushes into Jongup's throat.
It's almost painful, really, having something thick and hard going in and out of his mouth, pressing at the back of his throat, but Jongup can't really bring himself to care, not when Daehyun's practically worshipping him with his delicious moans and cries, pupils dilated and breath visible through hot puffs of air.
"F-fuck, Jongup, I--" Daehyun groans, hands shaking as they press down on Jongup's head. Despite Jongup's iron grip on his hips, Daehyun begins to buck up into the boy's mouth, and surprisingly, Jongup lets him, his hands falling away to his sides as he lets Daehyun practically fuck his mouth. Daehyun's thrusts turn from shallow and measured to sharp and relentless, the lower half of his body seeming to move of its own accord as his hands curl and grab fistfuls of Jongup's hair. He goes in and out roughly, muttering strings of curses and purposely making his moans of approval louder, which is his own way of pleasuring Jongup, seeing that in between the months of them hooking up, Daehyun's gained sufficient knowledge of the fact that his praises are more than enough to send Jongup off the edge. "Almost-- almost,"
At a particularly sharp thrust, Jongup lets out a whine, the sound making Daehyun's skin tingle with little pinpricks of pleasure. His eyes slips shut, jaw slack as he forces his cock all the way into Jongup's mouth, the sound of the boy gagging instantly muffled by his own low groan as he cums, strands of hot white shooting down Jongup's throat. His nails dig into Jongup's scalp as he rides the last waves of his orgasm, then heavily slumps against the wall once he's done, his limp cock dragging out of Jongup's mouth in the process.
Color rises up Jongup's face when it hits him eventually, after about a few minutes of terse silence between them. He makes to stand up, fully intent on making the situation less awkward, but falters when he feels a sticky sensation in his pants, causing his legs to wobble and for him to land on his ass, right on the floor. The embarrassed sputter that leaves Jongup's lips tugs a grin on Daehyun's own lips, and suddenly, the heavy atmosphere morphs into a moment of relief as Daehyun kneels down on equally wobbly legs, reaching out a hand to wrap around Jongup's wrist.
"Jongup." he says, then tugs at the younger boy's hand. It takes a few seconds for Jongup to get the hint, but when he eventually does, Daehyun is rewarded with a blush and a slight upturn of his lips. He lets out a faint sigh when he feels the side of Jongup's head press against his shoulder, the pressure warm and solid and nice, making his chest feel just a bit lighter.
Then, just when Daehyun is sure that Jongup's already reached his quota of words and his share of humiliation and will refuse to talk for another twenty-four hours, he feels the boy shift in his arms, rearranging himself until he's eye-level with Daehyun, half-straddling him in the process.
"Hyung," Jongup says, the deep red blush from moments ago dissipating into a faint shade of pink. There's a glint in his eye this time, something that Daehyun's already intimately familiar with; it's the look of an attention-deprived Jongup, one who's minutes away from exploding unless he hears what he's worked his ass (or in this case, mouth) off for, what he wants-- needs to hear, "how did I do?"
Daehyun really can't help but smile at this, surprisingly tender and genuine as he reaches up and brushes Jongup's hair away from his eyes, "Perfect," he replies, wholly and honestly, just like the other times, "you were just perfect."
extra notes: and once again, i'm sorry daejong ;___; i honestly have nothing to say so just please throw me off a cliff. or bridge. whichever is more painful and will ensure my body gets shredded LMAO sigh