[sj100] 007. Dark
It's been a month and a half since I've posted anything, and so I thought I would make my comeback with something weighty, something thought-provoking, something well-written.
Instead, I give you this. Um, it's mostly just Eeteuk and Sungmin talking about sex.
Dark
pairing: Eeteuk/Sungmin
"You know that's not good for you," Sungmin says, plucking the cigarette from between Eeteuk's fingers. The rooftop is exposed to the elements, buffeted by gusts of wind and cold this late at night, but neither man wears a coat. Sungmin leans forward and mirrors Eeteuk's pose, resting his elbows on the crumbling cement wall and gazing out on the blinking city lights.
Eeteuk turns to Sungmin and smiles brilliantly. "Neither is fucking a different man everyday, but that doesn't seem to stop you."
Sungmin smiles brilliantly back, then takes a deep drag on the pilfered cigarette, cheeks hollowing out obscenely, and blows a lazy cloud of smoke into Eeteuk's face. "I'm just following in my hyung's footsteps."
"Well, right now your hyung is trying to develop more discerning tastes," Eeteuk says, snatching the cigarette back and turning the embers bright red with a particularly hard pull. "And let me tell you, even this shit tastes better than most of the cum I've swallowed."
"Well," Sungmin says, tone ostensibly thoughtful but voice rich with amusement, "I suppose anything starts to taste bad if you've had that much of it. Don't worry, hyung, I promise-I'll try not to go overboard, even with your little test."
Eeteuk chuckles softly and the two fall into silence, staring out over the bright neon of the city below.
"You're really going to make me do them all, aren't you?" Sungmin asks after a while, eyes still trained on the skyline.
"Yes, I am," Eeteuk says. "I am turning over a new leaf. I have standards now."
Sungmin's lips curl into a frown. "Fuck standards, you're just doing this because you can't get off on anything that isn't seriously fucked up anymore." Eeteuk grins, and Sungmin's face dissolves into a pout. "Fine. It won't take me that much longer, anyway. I did another one just last night."
"And did this one scream my name, too? Or was that just Youngwoon?"
"Hey," Sungmin says severely, "we never established for certain what he was saying. With my cock that far down his throat, anything could've sounded like 'Teukie-hyung.'"
Eeteuk chuckles softly again. "I guess we'll just have to check the video replay. You are taping these, right?"
"Of course. I borrowed Jongwoon-hyung's video camera."
Eeteuk raises his eyebrows. "How'd you get him to lend you that?"
Sungmin snorts. "How do you think? I told him I wanted him to record us fucking."
"Ah. I should have known."
"He's a freak, hyung. He played with my ass for at least an hour and then had me fuck his face and cum in his mouth, but he never even got undressed. I think he was going to jack off to the video later. And then when I told him I wanted to make more videos for him he got all excited and gave me this gigantic box of dildos and ass beads...fuckin' weird."
Eeteuk shrugs. "Those lips, though-they look like they were made for cocksucking."
"Well," Sungmin starts, then takes the cigarette from between Eeteuk's lips and puffs on it absently, eyes unfocusing and lips curling up into a smile.
Eeteuk rolls his eyes and takes his cigarette back. "Well then, who was last night?"
"Ryeowookie."
Eeteuk makes a face.
"He's actually a pretty good fuck, hyung. I'd probably do him again, if it weren't for all the screaming."
"Couldn't you just gag him?"
Sungmin laughs. "I did. He fucking loved it and got even louder."
"Huh," Eeteuk says, bemused. "I never pegged him as that much of a whore."
"Well, you're probably the only one who's never pegged him," Sungmin quips, and Eeteuk raises his eyebrows.
"And who's next?"
"Siwon."
Eeteuk snorts. "Good luck with that. You'd better get Jesus himself to tell him that God wants him to fuck you."
"Oh, please, hyung, I've seen a dozen of his kind before. Give me five minutes with any repressed, closeted Jesus-freak and I'll have him pinning my legs up to the headboard and thrusting into me like a rabbit on speed."
Eeteuk laughs and shakes his head. "You're really a cocky little bitch, you know that?"
Sungmin preens. "That's why you love me."
Eeteuk smirks and flicks his finished cigarette down into the street far below. Sungmin's face sobers.
"When I finish with all these losers and we finally fuck, you're going to make it worth all this effort, right?"
Eeteuk furrows his brows, then ghosts his hand down Sungmin's chest and into his pants, and within five seconds the younger man's knees are wobbling. "Oh," Eeteuk says, running his tongue slowly over his upper lip, "you have no idea."
Instead, I give you this. Um, it's mostly just Eeteuk and Sungmin talking about sex.
Dark
pairing: Eeteuk/Sungmin
"You know that's not good for you," Sungmin says, plucking the cigarette from between Eeteuk's fingers. The rooftop is exposed to the elements, buffeted by gusts of wind and cold this late at night, but neither man wears a coat. Sungmin leans forward and mirrors Eeteuk's pose, resting his elbows on the crumbling cement wall and gazing out on the blinking city lights.
Eeteuk turns to Sungmin and smiles brilliantly. "Neither is fucking a different man everyday, but that doesn't seem to stop you."
Sungmin smiles brilliantly back, then takes a deep drag on the pilfered cigarette, cheeks hollowing out obscenely, and blows a lazy cloud of smoke into Eeteuk's face. "I'm just following in my hyung's footsteps."
"Well, right now your hyung is trying to develop more discerning tastes," Eeteuk says, snatching the cigarette back and turning the embers bright red with a particularly hard pull. "And let me tell you, even this shit tastes better than most of the cum I've swallowed."
"Well," Sungmin says, tone ostensibly thoughtful but voice rich with amusement, "I suppose anything starts to taste bad if you've had that much of it. Don't worry, hyung, I promise-I'll try not to go overboard, even with your little test."
Eeteuk chuckles softly and the two fall into silence, staring out over the bright neon of the city below.
"You're really going to make me do them all, aren't you?" Sungmin asks after a while, eyes still trained on the skyline.
"Yes, I am," Eeteuk says. "I am turning over a new leaf. I have standards now."
Sungmin's lips curl into a frown. "Fuck standards, you're just doing this because you can't get off on anything that isn't seriously fucked up anymore." Eeteuk grins, and Sungmin's face dissolves into a pout. "Fine. It won't take me that much longer, anyway. I did another one just last night."
"And did this one scream my name, too? Or was that just Youngwoon?"
"Hey," Sungmin says severely, "we never established for certain what he was saying. With my cock that far down his throat, anything could've sounded like 'Teukie-hyung.'"
Eeteuk chuckles softly again. "I guess we'll just have to check the video replay. You are taping these, right?"
"Of course. I borrowed Jongwoon-hyung's video camera."
Eeteuk raises his eyebrows. "How'd you get him to lend you that?"
Sungmin snorts. "How do you think? I told him I wanted him to record us fucking."
"Ah. I should have known."
"He's a freak, hyung. He played with my ass for at least an hour and then had me fuck his face and cum in his mouth, but he never even got undressed. I think he was going to jack off to the video later. And then when I told him I wanted to make more videos for him he got all excited and gave me this gigantic box of dildos and ass beads...fuckin' weird."
Eeteuk shrugs. "Those lips, though-they look like they were made for cocksucking."
"Well," Sungmin starts, then takes the cigarette from between Eeteuk's lips and puffs on it absently, eyes unfocusing and lips curling up into a smile.
Eeteuk rolls his eyes and takes his cigarette back. "Well then, who was last night?"
"Ryeowookie."
Eeteuk makes a face.
"He's actually a pretty good fuck, hyung. I'd probably do him again, if it weren't for all the screaming."
"Couldn't you just gag him?"
Sungmin laughs. "I did. He fucking loved it and got even louder."
"Huh," Eeteuk says, bemused. "I never pegged him as that much of a whore."
"Well, you're probably the only one who's never pegged him," Sungmin quips, and Eeteuk raises his eyebrows.
"And who's next?"
"Siwon."
Eeteuk snorts. "Good luck with that. You'd better get Jesus himself to tell him that God wants him to fuck you."
"Oh, please, hyung, I've seen a dozen of his kind before. Give me five minutes with any repressed, closeted Jesus-freak and I'll have him pinning my legs up to the headboard and thrusting into me like a rabbit on speed."
Eeteuk laughs and shakes his head. "You're really a cocky little bitch, you know that?"
Sungmin preens. "That's why you love me."
Eeteuk smirks and flicks his finished cigarette down into the street far below. Sungmin's face sobers.
"When I finish with all these losers and we finally fuck, you're going to make it worth all this effort, right?"
Eeteuk furrows his brows, then ghosts his hand down Sungmin's chest and into his pants, and within five seconds the younger man's knees are wobbling. "Oh," Eeteuk says, running his tongue slowly over his upper lip, "you have no idea."