[FIC] Spotlight
Title: Spotlight
Author: aislinoriel
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Short drabble. GTOP.
Genre: Angst/Romance
Characters: G-Dragon/T.O.P
Author Notes: I should sleep. -_-;; Comments & criticism welcome.
Breathing, slight movements of sheets, a low moan as a lithe body slid next to the solid frame already occupying the bed.
“Mm, Jiyongie...” was deeply murmured through a further sleep-ladened husk as he pressed his chin against a broad shoulder.
It could be hard to say if he were mumbling in his sleep or if he waited up for him.
A responsive whimper was his reply as there was a shift and he'd rolled over, strong arms pulling him in to his side and he felt pleasantly crushed.
“Seung...hyun...g...” he fumbled with the honorary that was innate, but that was because when he was pressed against him like that, with his fingers starting to dip down his lower back and into his boxers it was impossible not to see his hyung as the man he was and nothing else.
They'd been sharing a bed now for a while, but things still seemed new, they were still barely even touching on the facts that they'd been skirting around for a very long time, and usually they were both too tired to even care to give it much thought, or avoided it, but intimacy has its way of putting a spotlight on things.
Sometimes it shone in someone's eyes brighter, and sometimes it woke you up, and you were alone.
Some sounds between groans and yawns turned into hushed utterances of 'hurry' and hands pushed at fabric and Jiyong himself was actually the one who was saying 'hurry' and there wasn't much thought for preparation, as there never really was, and it was raw and painful and achingly satisfying and it was so easy it would only undoubtedly make it insurmountably difficult later.
Once Seunghyun had finished fisting his cock to being limp, he'd pulled out and rolled back to the side of him, scooping him back up in that completely alarmingly tender hold and Jiyong knew that he was kidding himself. Knew that that once his hyung's breathing slowed and the soft snore returned, he knew that he wasn't going to sleep again tonight.
Knew that he might always be alone, and damn it was bright.
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Author: aislinoriel
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Short drabble. GTOP.
Genre: Angst/Romance
Characters: G-Dragon/T.O.P
Author Notes: I should sleep. -_-;; Comments & criticism welcome.
Breathing, slight movements of sheets, a low moan as a lithe body slid next to the solid frame already occupying the bed.
“Mm, Jiyongie...” was deeply murmured through a further sleep-ladened husk as he pressed his chin against a broad shoulder.
It could be hard to say if he were mumbling in his sleep or if he waited up for him.
A responsive whimper was his reply as there was a shift and he'd rolled over, strong arms pulling him in to his side and he felt pleasantly crushed.
“Seung...hyun...g...” he fumbled with the honorary that was innate, but that was because when he was pressed against him like that, with his fingers starting to dip down his lower back and into his boxers it was impossible not to see his hyung as the man he was and nothing else.
They'd been sharing a bed now for a while, but things still seemed new, they were still barely even touching on the facts that they'd been skirting around for a very long time, and usually they were both too tired to even care to give it much thought, or avoided it, but intimacy has its way of putting a spotlight on things.
Sometimes it shone in someone's eyes brighter, and sometimes it woke you up, and you were alone.
Some sounds between groans and yawns turned into hushed utterances of 'hurry' and hands pushed at fabric and Jiyong himself was actually the one who was saying 'hurry' and there wasn't much thought for preparation, as there never really was, and it was raw and painful and achingly satisfying and it was so easy it would only undoubtedly make it insurmountably difficult later.
Once Seunghyun had finished fisting his cock to being limp, he'd pulled out and rolled back to the side of him, scooping him back up in that completely alarmingly tender hold and Jiyong knew that he was kidding himself. Knew that that once his hyung's breathing slowed and the soft snore returned, he knew that he wasn't going to sleep again tonight.
Knew that he might always be alone, and damn it was bright.
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