[infinite] 016. wings
016. wings
infinite, sunggyu/woohyun
nc-17, 1808w
sunggyu is a pilot. woohyun is a flight attendant. they have twenty-five minutes before they have to report to the gate and an empty washroom, and sunggyu needs to relax.
"You know, boxers never have sex before a match," Woohyun says to Sunggyu as they walk down the hall past the international departure gates. "To keep their focus." Sunggyu walks at a fairly brisk clip just ahead of him and Woohyun watches his hips swivel, his ass shapeless in his black uniform pants.
"No, it's to keep them angry," Sunggyu replies. "No sex makes you angry. But pilots have to be relaxed. Sex makes you relaxed."
"Bullshit. First of all, wanting to fall asleep is not relaxed." Sunggyu shrugs and shakes his head. "And secondly, if they really wanted you to be relaxed, why don't they let you drink?"
"I said relaxed, not cross-eyed. Ah, really." Sunggyu pauses at the door to the men's washroom. "Does that mean you don't want to? Because it's okay if..."
"Oh, no, I want to," says Woohyun. "Believe me."
Sunggyu nods and pushes open the door and marches straight to the stall at the end, the one that's built bigger to accommodate wheelchairs. Woohyun follows, thankful that the airport is less busy in the early afternoon, and locks the stall door behind him.
"So, twenty-five minutes?" he says.
Sunggyu checks his watch and nods. "Twenty-five minutes, including getting to the gate from here."
"I don't know why we don't just room together," says Woohyun, even though he knows why. He carefully drapes his jacket over his bag in the corner of the stall. "Then we wouldn't have to rush."
"I keep requesting it," says Sunggyu. "They never get back to me."
Woohyun leans against the stall divider, waiting for him to unbutton his jacket and hang it up on the hook on the door. He and Sunggyu met a year ago on a late flight from Incheon to Narita, decided they didn't like each other, got wasted and passed out, had sex in the morning and changed their minds. They frequently work the same flights, have the same overnight breaks. But still, he knows that sex is not the same thing as falling asleep together; if it was, he and Sunggyu would have disregarded the company's hotel arrangements to begin with. He knows that it would change things, and he's not sure if that's what he wants. "We don't have all day," he says.
Sunggyu looks at him for a moment, as if thinking, then grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him with his mouth open. His teeth bang against Woohyun's lips, but Woohyun doesn't mind because the aggression makes the blood rush to his groin. In retaliation, he grips Sunggyu around the waist and pushes him against the wall, pressing his hips forward to grind against his thigh and moving his tongue around Sunggyu's mouth to match the motion.
"You first," he murmurs into Sunggyu's ear, reaching down to undo his belt buckle.
"Are you sure?" breathes Sunggyu.
Woohyun smiles and darts his tongue along the outside of his ear. "There'll be time."
He pulls Sunggyu's shirt out of his pants and snakes one hand under his shirt and across his stomach. His thumb brushes up and down the line of hair under his navel, then he wraps his fingers around his waist. Sunggyu pulls Woohyun's body closer to kiss him, running his tongue around his mouth roughly. He reaches up and undoes the top button of Woohyun's white shirt, poking his fingers around the knot of his tie. Woohyun loosens his tie as much as he can and Sunggyu undoes the next two buttons, then leans forward holding his collar open and runs his tongue along Woohyun's collarbone, stopping to kiss the dip at the centre under his throat. Woohyun moans softly and pulls open Sunggyu's pants, then pushes them down over his hips.
There's a noise and Woohyun starts, but it's just a boarding call, for a 1:30 flight to Cebu. Sunggyu noses at his neck, urging him to go on. He leans back and pushes Sunggyu's head back against the wall, then pulls down his underwear, leaving his erection exposed and upright against his belly. Woohyun's fingers wrap around it and he runs his thumb around the head, spreading the precome. Then he drops to one knee, licking his lips. Sunggyu makes a noise of protest, and Woohyun stops and looks up at him.
"Your pants," he says, his eyebrows slanted in concern. "They'll get dirty."
Woohyun laughs and shakes his head. His eyes drift around the stall until he finds his jacket. He leans over and snatches it, then spreads it on the ground with the lining down and kneels on it. Sunggyu grunts, about to nag him about the jacket, but Woohyun shushes him. "I never wear it at work anyway. Relax." He kisses down Sunggyu's hipbone, one hand lightly stroking his cock, and he feels it swell and stiffen in his hand. "Just relax."
He starts stroking faster, tightening his grip, and he swirls his tongue around the head, using his free hand to cup his balls. He tries to look up at Sunggyu's face, which makes his eyes cross a bit, but he mostly just sees his chest and the way his head tilts backwards. He looks back down instead and pushes his mouth forward, taking his cock in halfway, his tongue running along the underside. Sunggyu's hands go to Woohyun's shoulders, and Woohyun tightens his lips and starts sucking in earnest, bobbing his head forward and backward, keeping a steady pace. He reaches around and grips Sunggyu's ass, then moves one hand further up, holding the soft, sensitive part around his hipbone.
He understands why Sunggyu needs this, needs to release his tension. Woohyun's always found it easy to separate his work from his ego: when he works, he knows he's not Nam Woohyun, just an anonymous helper, there solely for other people's benefit. When passengers are crabby or he makes a mistake, he knows it's not about him, but about his job. Sunggyu, on the other hand, is always afraid of being Kim Sunggyu who got something wrong. The stakes are higher for him, and even though he's very good at it, he's always worried that this will be the day he messes up. So Woohyun's willing to do what he can to help him forget that.
He wouldn't be a flight attendant if he didn't like to help.
Sunggyu pets his hair, gently at first, as if afraid of messing it up, but when Woohyun quickens his pace his hand curls into a fist, pulling at his hair. The washroom door opens and closes and Woohyun can hear someone taking a piss, which only encourages him to go faster, until Sunggyu's hips are jerking away from the wall, following Woohyun's rhythm. When he hears the washroom door close again soon after, he looks up and sees Sunggyu clenching his teeth, eyes half-shut, eyebrows tilted up like he's in pain. But Woohyun knows better.
Sunggyu's hips start to slow down and he exhales shakily. "Woohyun-ah. Woohyun-ah..." The name makes him moan, and as he says it again he comes into Woohyun's mouth, pulsing against his tongue.
Woohyun waits until he's done, then he gently pulls his head back, leans over and spits into the toilet. Standing up, he wipes under his bottom lip with a piece of toilet paper, and hands some to Sunggyu to clean himself up. He picks his jacket up off the floor and shakes it out. The inside has a few streaks of grey, but the outside is fine. "We should go."
"Mm, not yet," says Sunggyu with a smile, doing up his pants. "Eleven minutes."
The sly look in his eyes makes Woohyun's stomach flip. "Well, in that case."
Sometimes Sunggyu laughs and tells him he must be a masochist for having the job that he does. Woohyun's not so sure about that, but he does like being told what to do, especially when it's Sunggyu telling him. So Woohyun lets Sunggyu push him back to the wall with one hand on his shoulder, lets him lean against him and undo his pants. He gasps a little with relief when the zipper's down. Sunggyu's palm rubs in circles against Woohyun's erection through his boxer briefs, and he kisses him on the mouth, tongue running over his lips. Woohyun wonders if he tastes his own come. Then Sunggyu pulls back, licks his hand and slips it into Woohyun's underwear, and starts stroking his cock with a rapid, continuous movement upward. With his free hand he first pulls Woohyun's underwear down as far as it can go, then pulls his shirt up, exposing his stomach. Woohyun holds onto his shirt for him with his hands, panting in time with Sunggyu's strokes and the small involuntary thrusts of his hips. Sunggyu kisses his neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly, and his hand is still wrapped around the head of Woohyun's dick and moving relentlessly, almost too fast for Woohyun to handle. His throat makes a sound that's somewhere between a name and a cry, and he comes into Sunggyu's hand, eyes rolling back in his head, throbbing at the same pace as the pulls.
When his head clears, Sunggyu's cleaned up and fussing over him, doing up the buttons of his shirt and tightening his tie. Woohyun laughs and swats his hand away, and he cleans himself off with toilet paper, then tucks his cock back into his underwear and does up his pants. "I thought you said you were going to relax."
"This is me relaxed," says Sunggyu, retrieving his jacket from the hook on the door, and he hums a little. "Five minutes."
"Oh, shit." Woohyun flushes the toilet and scrambles for his jacket and bag, and this time Sunggyu laughs.
They exit the stall together, in too much of a hurry to be discreet, and rinse and wash their hands and adjust their hair in the mirror. Woohyun feels like he's running a race as he bursts through the washroom door, weaving and ducking through people down the hall until he finds their gate at what feels like the very end of the airport.
Sungyeol's already there, calmly replenishing the stack of free newspapers, and he raises an eyebrow as Woohyun jogs up to the desk, puffing a little. "Hyung, are you okay?"
"Yeah. I... Phew. I'm not late, right?"
"What are you talking about? There's still five minutes before the plane's due here."
Woohyun turns and glares at Sunggyu as he strolls up behind him. "Really?" says Sunggyu, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "I could've sworn it was 1:30."
"Aish, a pilot should really have a working watch, you know. You're lucky it's ahead and not behind. And what's with him?" demands Sungyeol, pointing at Woohyun.
Sunggyu smiles, and Woohyun rolls his eyes - he already knows what's coming. "Woohyun just needs to relax."
(man i really can't write porn :| or endings lol)
infinite, sunggyu/woohyun
nc-17, 1808w
sunggyu is a pilot. woohyun is a flight attendant. they have twenty-five minutes before they have to report to the gate and an empty washroom, and sunggyu needs to relax.
"You know, boxers never have sex before a match," Woohyun says to Sunggyu as they walk down the hall past the international departure gates. "To keep their focus." Sunggyu walks at a fairly brisk clip just ahead of him and Woohyun watches his hips swivel, his ass shapeless in his black uniform pants.
"No, it's to keep them angry," Sunggyu replies. "No sex makes you angry. But pilots have to be relaxed. Sex makes you relaxed."
"Bullshit. First of all, wanting to fall asleep is not relaxed." Sunggyu shrugs and shakes his head. "And secondly, if they really wanted you to be relaxed, why don't they let you drink?"
"I said relaxed, not cross-eyed. Ah, really." Sunggyu pauses at the door to the men's washroom. "Does that mean you don't want to? Because it's okay if..."
"Oh, no, I want to," says Woohyun. "Believe me."
Sunggyu nods and pushes open the door and marches straight to the stall at the end, the one that's built bigger to accommodate wheelchairs. Woohyun follows, thankful that the airport is less busy in the early afternoon, and locks the stall door behind him.
"So, twenty-five minutes?" he says.
Sunggyu checks his watch and nods. "Twenty-five minutes, including getting to the gate from here."
"I don't know why we don't just room together," says Woohyun, even though he knows why. He carefully drapes his jacket over his bag in the corner of the stall. "Then we wouldn't have to rush."
"I keep requesting it," says Sunggyu. "They never get back to me."
Woohyun leans against the stall divider, waiting for him to unbutton his jacket and hang it up on the hook on the door. He and Sunggyu met a year ago on a late flight from Incheon to Narita, decided they didn't like each other, got wasted and passed out, had sex in the morning and changed their minds. They frequently work the same flights, have the same overnight breaks. But still, he knows that sex is not the same thing as falling asleep together; if it was, he and Sunggyu would have disregarded the company's hotel arrangements to begin with. He knows that it would change things, and he's not sure if that's what he wants. "We don't have all day," he says.
Sunggyu looks at him for a moment, as if thinking, then grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him with his mouth open. His teeth bang against Woohyun's lips, but Woohyun doesn't mind because the aggression makes the blood rush to his groin. In retaliation, he grips Sunggyu around the waist and pushes him against the wall, pressing his hips forward to grind against his thigh and moving his tongue around Sunggyu's mouth to match the motion.
"You first," he murmurs into Sunggyu's ear, reaching down to undo his belt buckle.
"Are you sure?" breathes Sunggyu.
Woohyun smiles and darts his tongue along the outside of his ear. "There'll be time."
He pulls Sunggyu's shirt out of his pants and snakes one hand under his shirt and across his stomach. His thumb brushes up and down the line of hair under his navel, then he wraps his fingers around his waist. Sunggyu pulls Woohyun's body closer to kiss him, running his tongue around his mouth roughly. He reaches up and undoes the top button of Woohyun's white shirt, poking his fingers around the knot of his tie. Woohyun loosens his tie as much as he can and Sunggyu undoes the next two buttons, then leans forward holding his collar open and runs his tongue along Woohyun's collarbone, stopping to kiss the dip at the centre under his throat. Woohyun moans softly and pulls open Sunggyu's pants, then pushes them down over his hips.
There's a noise and Woohyun starts, but it's just a boarding call, for a 1:30 flight to Cebu. Sunggyu noses at his neck, urging him to go on. He leans back and pushes Sunggyu's head back against the wall, then pulls down his underwear, leaving his erection exposed and upright against his belly. Woohyun's fingers wrap around it and he runs his thumb around the head, spreading the precome. Then he drops to one knee, licking his lips. Sunggyu makes a noise of protest, and Woohyun stops and looks up at him.
"Your pants," he says, his eyebrows slanted in concern. "They'll get dirty."
Woohyun laughs and shakes his head. His eyes drift around the stall until he finds his jacket. He leans over and snatches it, then spreads it on the ground with the lining down and kneels on it. Sunggyu grunts, about to nag him about the jacket, but Woohyun shushes him. "I never wear it at work anyway. Relax." He kisses down Sunggyu's hipbone, one hand lightly stroking his cock, and he feels it swell and stiffen in his hand. "Just relax."
He starts stroking faster, tightening his grip, and he swirls his tongue around the head, using his free hand to cup his balls. He tries to look up at Sunggyu's face, which makes his eyes cross a bit, but he mostly just sees his chest and the way his head tilts backwards. He looks back down instead and pushes his mouth forward, taking his cock in halfway, his tongue running along the underside. Sunggyu's hands go to Woohyun's shoulders, and Woohyun tightens his lips and starts sucking in earnest, bobbing his head forward and backward, keeping a steady pace. He reaches around and grips Sunggyu's ass, then moves one hand further up, holding the soft, sensitive part around his hipbone.
He understands why Sunggyu needs this, needs to release his tension. Woohyun's always found it easy to separate his work from his ego: when he works, he knows he's not Nam Woohyun, just an anonymous helper, there solely for other people's benefit. When passengers are crabby or he makes a mistake, he knows it's not about him, but about his job. Sunggyu, on the other hand, is always afraid of being Kim Sunggyu who got something wrong. The stakes are higher for him, and even though he's very good at it, he's always worried that this will be the day he messes up. So Woohyun's willing to do what he can to help him forget that.
He wouldn't be a flight attendant if he didn't like to help.
Sunggyu pets his hair, gently at first, as if afraid of messing it up, but when Woohyun quickens his pace his hand curls into a fist, pulling at his hair. The washroom door opens and closes and Woohyun can hear someone taking a piss, which only encourages him to go faster, until Sunggyu's hips are jerking away from the wall, following Woohyun's rhythm. When he hears the washroom door close again soon after, he looks up and sees Sunggyu clenching his teeth, eyes half-shut, eyebrows tilted up like he's in pain. But Woohyun knows better.
Sunggyu's hips start to slow down and he exhales shakily. "Woohyun-ah. Woohyun-ah..." The name makes him moan, and as he says it again he comes into Woohyun's mouth, pulsing against his tongue.
Woohyun waits until he's done, then he gently pulls his head back, leans over and spits into the toilet. Standing up, he wipes under his bottom lip with a piece of toilet paper, and hands some to Sunggyu to clean himself up. He picks his jacket up off the floor and shakes it out. The inside has a few streaks of grey, but the outside is fine. "We should go."
"Mm, not yet," says Sunggyu with a smile, doing up his pants. "Eleven minutes."
The sly look in his eyes makes Woohyun's stomach flip. "Well, in that case."
Sometimes Sunggyu laughs and tells him he must be a masochist for having the job that he does. Woohyun's not so sure about that, but he does like being told what to do, especially when it's Sunggyu telling him. So Woohyun lets Sunggyu push him back to the wall with one hand on his shoulder, lets him lean against him and undo his pants. He gasps a little with relief when the zipper's down. Sunggyu's palm rubs in circles against Woohyun's erection through his boxer briefs, and he kisses him on the mouth, tongue running over his lips. Woohyun wonders if he tastes his own come. Then Sunggyu pulls back, licks his hand and slips it into Woohyun's underwear, and starts stroking his cock with a rapid, continuous movement upward. With his free hand he first pulls Woohyun's underwear down as far as it can go, then pulls his shirt up, exposing his stomach. Woohyun holds onto his shirt for him with his hands, panting in time with Sunggyu's strokes and the small involuntary thrusts of his hips. Sunggyu kisses his neck, his teeth grazing the skin lightly, and his hand is still wrapped around the head of Woohyun's dick and moving relentlessly, almost too fast for Woohyun to handle. His throat makes a sound that's somewhere between a name and a cry, and he comes into Sunggyu's hand, eyes rolling back in his head, throbbing at the same pace as the pulls.
When his head clears, Sunggyu's cleaned up and fussing over him, doing up the buttons of his shirt and tightening his tie. Woohyun laughs and swats his hand away, and he cleans himself off with toilet paper, then tucks his cock back into his underwear and does up his pants. "I thought you said you were going to relax."
"This is me relaxed," says Sunggyu, retrieving his jacket from the hook on the door, and he hums a little. "Five minutes."
"Oh, shit." Woohyun flushes the toilet and scrambles for his jacket and bag, and this time Sunggyu laughs.
They exit the stall together, in too much of a hurry to be discreet, and rinse and wash their hands and adjust their hair in the mirror. Woohyun feels like he's running a race as he bursts through the washroom door, weaving and ducking through people down the hall until he finds their gate at what feels like the very end of the airport.
Sungyeol's already there, calmly replenishing the stack of free newspapers, and he raises an eyebrow as Woohyun jogs up to the desk, puffing a little. "Hyung, are you okay?"
"Yeah. I... Phew. I'm not late, right?"
"What are you talking about? There's still five minutes before the plane's due here."
Woohyun turns and glares at Sunggyu as he strolls up behind him. "Really?" says Sunggyu, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "I could've sworn it was 1:30."
"Aish, a pilot should really have a working watch, you know. You're lucky it's ahead and not behind. And what's with him?" demands Sungyeol, pointing at Woohyun.
Sunggyu smiles, and Woohyun rolls his eyes - he already knows what's coming. "Woohyun just needs to relax."
(man i really can't write porn :| or endings lol)