[b1a4] it's a long story; sandeul/jinyoung; nc-17
Title: It's a Long Story
Pairing: Sandeul/Jinyoung
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They're backstage for B1A4's comeback, but Jinyoung realises that Junghwan has other ideas for the two of them while they wait. Yeah.
Word Count: ~1,600
it's a long story;;-
//...which has absolutely no plot you have been warned//
It’s B1A4’s comeback stage today.
They’ve been running around all morning-to the beauty salon to get their makeup fixed, to the fitting rooms for last minute adjustments, the practise rooms to go through dance moves one last time. Now they’re finally backstage on standby for their dry rehearsal. The atmosphere is something Jinyoung can’t pin down-they’re all nervous, but excited; scared, but anticipating their stage-so naturally, they’re all very tense.
Jinyoung, however, is currently tense for all the wrong reasons.
The reason: a certain Lee Junghwan.
“Goddamn,” he curses, as Junghwan pushes him into an empty dressing room, under the noses of all the stylists and cameramen and sound-tech people milling around backstage. He’s about to wrench the door right open and push Junghwan back out so they can not look like a literal hot mess during their dry rehearsal, but he takes a look at Junghwan’s earnest eyes staring back at him, and has second thoughts.
Junghwan leans against the closed door, locking it deftly, and presses his lips to Jinyoung’s. Jinyoung runs a hand through his his hair in frustration as Junghwan drops to his knees and starts to fumble at the buckle of Jinyoung’s pants, mouth hanging slightly open as he furrows his eyebrows in concentration.
“Junghwan, Junghwannie, Jung-can this wait?” Jinyoung murmurs through gritted teeth as Junghwan triumphantly yanks down the zip of Jinyoung’s pants and tugs his pants down. Junghwan grips Jinyoung’s hips tightly and moves forward to press his open mouth to the bulge at Jinyoung’s crotch, breath hot through the thin fabric of Jinyoung’s underwear. “Can-”
“No.” Junghwan murmurs the single syllable, and Jinyoung shudders, rendered speechless by the vibration of Junghwan’s voice on his crotch.
Junghwan continues to work his tongue across Jinyoung’s underwear, slowly sliding the elastic down over his hardening cock with a rough hand. Jinyoung’s eyes fall onto the clock hanging on the wall and curses. There are only five minutes left until they have to be onstage for the dry rehearsal.
Dry rehearsal my ass, Jinyoung thinks, choking back a gasp as Junghwan darts his tongue out and makes contract with the tip of his cock. The way it’s going, it’ll probably be a wet rehearsal-the wet part being the front of his pants.
“Why are you doing this? Now?” Jinyoung breathes out, gasping as Junghwan sucks and licks and grazes his teeth gently over the head of his cock. He grips the bar of the closest clothing rack for support as Junghwan pops his cock out of his mouth, and holds Junghwan’s shoulder firmly, adamant to get a response before things got any further. Junghwan licks his lips and Jinyoung feels the unwanted pool of heat building at the base of his torso as Junghwan meets his eyes.
“Fuck, hyung, I’m-we’ve been working so hard the past month and we haven’t-just let me,” Junghwan starts, giving up in frustration halfway and pumping Jinyoung’s cock twice before pressing forwards to take it all in his mouth again.
Admittedly, Jinyoung’s better judgement has already been shot enough from all those late nights of rehearsals and fixing up his compositions when the other members were asleep, so it really doesn’t help that Junghwan is on his knees, his pretty pink lips firmly fitted around Jinyoung's cock.
“Goddamn,” Jinyoung curses. “Goddamn.”
The staff are probably running around trying to find them, and they’ll be in so much trouble with their manager later, but those thoughts are being pushed to the back of his mind because right now feels so good and he can always think of consequences later when-“Goddamn, Junghwan.”
“Hyung,” Junghwan moans, something between a strangled sob and a whimper as Jinyoung gives up trying to restrain himself and grabs Junghwan by the ears and pushes himself in. As Junghwan swallows the head of Jinyoung’s cock, he lets out a low hum which vibrates right through Jinyoung, forcing a long groan out of Jinyoung’s lips.
"Fuck," he curses, muffling the groan with his arm. Junghwan deftly swirls his tongue around the tip and pushes Jinyoung back against the dressing room door.
Junghwan licks a strip up the underside of his cock again and Jinyoung bites into his arm as the back of his head knocks painfully against the door.
"Fuck,” he says between his teeth. Junghwan smiles and bobs around him. “Lee-fucking-Junghwan. I hate you."
"No you don’t. You love me," Junghwan replies, pinning Jinyoung against the wooden door by the hips. Jinyoung's hands bury themselves in Junghwan's hair and he pulls roughly, forcing his cock to the back of Junghwan's throat. Junghwan gags and grabs the hem of Jinyoung's suit with one hand, other hand scrabbling on Jinyoung’s thigh.
“Mmph-” Junghwan manages to get out, lips at the base of Jinyoung’s cock, pounding one fist on Jinyoung’s thigh. Jinyoung holds him there, still, feeling his erection painfully hard inside Junghwan’s mouth. Junghwan mumbles again, clamping his teeth down to graze Jinyoung’s cock slightly as he slaps Jinyoung on the thigh, and Jinyoung lets go, sliding out of Junghwan’s mouth.
“Holy shit, fuck you, hyung,” Junghwan chokes out, massaging his throat. “I still have to sing, you know?”
“Warm-up exercise,” Jinyoung replies breathily, feeling his heart pound in his chest. “Opening up your throat.”
Junghwan shoots him a glare, standing up to walk to the clothing rack. “You’re so lucky you’re not the lead vocal.” He starts going through the clothing-a white dress, several sparkly spandex tops, ripped jeans-searching for something.
Jinyoung leans back against the door, and looks at Junghwan quizzically. “What are you doing?”
Junghwan makes a triumphant noise and pulls a belt out from the pocket of one of the suits.
“Since you can’t keep your hands out of my hair...” Junghwan kisses Jinyoung on the corner of his lips and spins him around so he’s facing the door. “I’m making you.”
Jinyoung curses internally. Of all the times, Junghwan has to choose now to pull out his kinky shit-not when they’re lazing around in Jinyoung's recording studio on one of their free days, avoiding the other members, pressing languid kisses onto each other's lips; when they actually have time to fuck with all the ropes and belts and bunny ears-he has to choose now, when they’re both supposed to be waiting nervously backstage with the rest of their members for their comeback. The little shit.
"Junghwan,” Jinyoung protests as Junghwan takes his hands behind his back and starts to wrap the belt around them. “We have to be at the dry rehearsal-"
"Just one minute," Junghwan murmurs, fastening the belt around Jinyoung’s wrists. “I can get you off in one minute.”
And then Jinyoung finds himself being spun around, the back of his head slamming against the door, and he can’t move his hands because they’re fucking tied behind his back and Junghwan’s mouth is around his again, hot, wet, using more teeth than before, tongue swirling in quick licks around the frenulum, and Jinyoung’s pretty sure that Junghwan can get him off in less than a minute.
Junghwan lets out a low chuckle, vibrations travelling up Jinyoung’s entire body, and Jinyoung moves to grab Junghwan’s hair again, except the belt around his wrists is tight and unyielding so he just ends up chafing himself. He grunts in frustration, bucking his hips forward violently. Junghwan pushes his hips down firmly.
“My terms,” he says. Jinyoung grits his teeth and nods, clenching and unclenching his fists behind his back as Junghwan grips his cock with a hand, fondling his balls and rubbing circles at the slit with his thumb. Junghwan pumps slowly, building up a rhythm, and Jinyoung tries his hardest not to thrust into Junghwan’s hands-and then the hand is replaced with a mouth and Junghwan’s sucking, licking, scraping his teeth over the sensitive parts of Jinyoung’s cock, and he’s so, so close. Junghwan swirls his tongue along the underside of his cock one last time, gives one last suck and-
Jinyoung comes into Junghwan’s mouth in white, sticky strings, a loud moan escaping from his lips.
Junghwan swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and offers Jinyoung a satiated smile. He stands up to kiss Jinyoung, and Jinyoung can taste the remnants of his own come, salty and bitter, on Junghwan’s lips.
“Are you going to untie me?” Jinyoung asks, moving his restrained arms. Junghwan tugs at the belt and deftly undoes it, letting Jinyoung move his hands and feel circulation slowly making its way back into his fingers.
“You might want to zip your pants back up,” Junghwan mutters, tugging Jinyoung’s underwear up for him and grinning. The cold wet patch at the front of the underwear is still there, and Jinyoung curses as it makes contact with his skin.
There’s a banging at the door just as Jinyoung zips up his pants and Junghwan rearranges his hair into a semblance of something that doesn’t scream sex.
Jinyoung pulls open the door to face a breathless Dongwoo. He’s evidently been running around backstage, trying to find them. Jinyoung flashes him a guilty smile.
“Jinyoung,” Dongwoo says, relief flooding his face. “Junghwan. We were looking for you two all over, why are you in the dress-are you okay? Why are you so red?”
Dongwoo stares at Jinyoung, concerned. Jinyoung’s eyebrow twitches. He squirms uncomfortably under Dongwoo’s gaze, feeling the front of his pants plastering to his crotch, still incredibly wet. Behind him, Junghwan tucks the belt away and clears his throat.
“It’s a long story.”
a/n: i have absolutely no way to explain this i blame Certain People you know who you are
Pairing: Sandeul/Jinyoung
Rating: NC-17
Summary: They're backstage for B1A4's comeback, but Jinyoung realises that Junghwan has other ideas for the two of them while they wait. Yeah.
Word Count: ~1,600
it's a long story;;-
//...which has absolutely no plot you have been warned//
It’s B1A4’s comeback stage today.
They’ve been running around all morning-to the beauty salon to get their makeup fixed, to the fitting rooms for last minute adjustments, the practise rooms to go through dance moves one last time. Now they’re finally backstage on standby for their dry rehearsal. The atmosphere is something Jinyoung can’t pin down-they’re all nervous, but excited; scared, but anticipating their stage-so naturally, they’re all very tense.
Jinyoung, however, is currently tense for all the wrong reasons.
The reason: a certain Lee Junghwan.
“Goddamn,” he curses, as Junghwan pushes him into an empty dressing room, under the noses of all the stylists and cameramen and sound-tech people milling around backstage. He’s about to wrench the door right open and push Junghwan back out so they can not look like a literal hot mess during their dry rehearsal, but he takes a look at Junghwan’s earnest eyes staring back at him, and has second thoughts.
Junghwan leans against the closed door, locking it deftly, and presses his lips to Jinyoung’s. Jinyoung runs a hand through his his hair in frustration as Junghwan drops to his knees and starts to fumble at the buckle of Jinyoung’s pants, mouth hanging slightly open as he furrows his eyebrows in concentration.
“Junghwan, Junghwannie, Jung-can this wait?” Jinyoung murmurs through gritted teeth as Junghwan triumphantly yanks down the zip of Jinyoung’s pants and tugs his pants down. Junghwan grips Jinyoung’s hips tightly and moves forward to press his open mouth to the bulge at Jinyoung’s crotch, breath hot through the thin fabric of Jinyoung’s underwear. “Can-”
“No.” Junghwan murmurs the single syllable, and Jinyoung shudders, rendered speechless by the vibration of Junghwan’s voice on his crotch.
Junghwan continues to work his tongue across Jinyoung’s underwear, slowly sliding the elastic down over his hardening cock with a rough hand. Jinyoung’s eyes fall onto the clock hanging on the wall and curses. There are only five minutes left until they have to be onstage for the dry rehearsal.
Dry rehearsal my ass, Jinyoung thinks, choking back a gasp as Junghwan darts his tongue out and makes contract with the tip of his cock. The way it’s going, it’ll probably be a wet rehearsal-the wet part being the front of his pants.
“Why are you doing this? Now?” Jinyoung breathes out, gasping as Junghwan sucks and licks and grazes his teeth gently over the head of his cock. He grips the bar of the closest clothing rack for support as Junghwan pops his cock out of his mouth, and holds Junghwan’s shoulder firmly, adamant to get a response before things got any further. Junghwan licks his lips and Jinyoung feels the unwanted pool of heat building at the base of his torso as Junghwan meets his eyes.
“Fuck, hyung, I’m-we’ve been working so hard the past month and we haven’t-just let me,” Junghwan starts, giving up in frustration halfway and pumping Jinyoung’s cock twice before pressing forwards to take it all in his mouth again.
Admittedly, Jinyoung’s better judgement has already been shot enough from all those late nights of rehearsals and fixing up his compositions when the other members were asleep, so it really doesn’t help that Junghwan is on his knees, his pretty pink lips firmly fitted around Jinyoung's cock.
“Goddamn,” Jinyoung curses. “Goddamn.”
The staff are probably running around trying to find them, and they’ll be in so much trouble with their manager later, but those thoughts are being pushed to the back of his mind because right now feels so good and he can always think of consequences later when-“Goddamn, Junghwan.”
“Hyung,” Junghwan moans, something between a strangled sob and a whimper as Jinyoung gives up trying to restrain himself and grabs Junghwan by the ears and pushes himself in. As Junghwan swallows the head of Jinyoung’s cock, he lets out a low hum which vibrates right through Jinyoung, forcing a long groan out of Jinyoung’s lips.
"Fuck," he curses, muffling the groan with his arm. Junghwan deftly swirls his tongue around the tip and pushes Jinyoung back against the dressing room door.
Junghwan licks a strip up the underside of his cock again and Jinyoung bites into his arm as the back of his head knocks painfully against the door.
"Fuck,” he says between his teeth. Junghwan smiles and bobs around him. “Lee-fucking-Junghwan. I hate you."
"No you don’t. You love me," Junghwan replies, pinning Jinyoung against the wooden door by the hips. Jinyoung's hands bury themselves in Junghwan's hair and he pulls roughly, forcing his cock to the back of Junghwan's throat. Junghwan gags and grabs the hem of Jinyoung's suit with one hand, other hand scrabbling on Jinyoung’s thigh.
“Mmph-” Junghwan manages to get out, lips at the base of Jinyoung’s cock, pounding one fist on Jinyoung’s thigh. Jinyoung holds him there, still, feeling his erection painfully hard inside Junghwan’s mouth. Junghwan mumbles again, clamping his teeth down to graze Jinyoung’s cock slightly as he slaps Jinyoung on the thigh, and Jinyoung lets go, sliding out of Junghwan’s mouth.
“Holy shit, fuck you, hyung,” Junghwan chokes out, massaging his throat. “I still have to sing, you know?”
“Warm-up exercise,” Jinyoung replies breathily, feeling his heart pound in his chest. “Opening up your throat.”
Junghwan shoots him a glare, standing up to walk to the clothing rack. “You’re so lucky you’re not the lead vocal.” He starts going through the clothing-a white dress, several sparkly spandex tops, ripped jeans-searching for something.
Jinyoung leans back against the door, and looks at Junghwan quizzically. “What are you doing?”
Junghwan makes a triumphant noise and pulls a belt out from the pocket of one of the suits.
“Since you can’t keep your hands out of my hair...” Junghwan kisses Jinyoung on the corner of his lips and spins him around so he’s facing the door. “I’m making you.”
Jinyoung curses internally. Of all the times, Junghwan has to choose now to pull out his kinky shit-not when they’re lazing around in Jinyoung's recording studio on one of their free days, avoiding the other members, pressing languid kisses onto each other's lips; when they actually have time to fuck with all the ropes and belts and bunny ears-he has to choose now, when they’re both supposed to be waiting nervously backstage with the rest of their members for their comeback. The little shit.
"Junghwan,” Jinyoung protests as Junghwan takes his hands behind his back and starts to wrap the belt around them. “We have to be at the dry rehearsal-"
"Just one minute," Junghwan murmurs, fastening the belt around Jinyoung’s wrists. “I can get you off in one minute.”
And then Jinyoung finds himself being spun around, the back of his head slamming against the door, and he can’t move his hands because they’re fucking tied behind his back and Junghwan’s mouth is around his again, hot, wet, using more teeth than before, tongue swirling in quick licks around the frenulum, and Jinyoung’s pretty sure that Junghwan can get him off in less than a minute.
Junghwan lets out a low chuckle, vibrations travelling up Jinyoung’s entire body, and Jinyoung moves to grab Junghwan’s hair again, except the belt around his wrists is tight and unyielding so he just ends up chafing himself. He grunts in frustration, bucking his hips forward violently. Junghwan pushes his hips down firmly.
“My terms,” he says. Jinyoung grits his teeth and nods, clenching and unclenching his fists behind his back as Junghwan grips his cock with a hand, fondling his balls and rubbing circles at the slit with his thumb. Junghwan pumps slowly, building up a rhythm, and Jinyoung tries his hardest not to thrust into Junghwan’s hands-and then the hand is replaced with a mouth and Junghwan’s sucking, licking, scraping his teeth over the sensitive parts of Jinyoung’s cock, and he’s so, so close. Junghwan swirls his tongue along the underside of his cock one last time, gives one last suck and-
Jinyoung comes into Junghwan’s mouth in white, sticky strings, a loud moan escaping from his lips.
Junghwan swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and offers Jinyoung a satiated smile. He stands up to kiss Jinyoung, and Jinyoung can taste the remnants of his own come, salty and bitter, on Junghwan’s lips.
“Are you going to untie me?” Jinyoung asks, moving his restrained arms. Junghwan tugs at the belt and deftly undoes it, letting Jinyoung move his hands and feel circulation slowly making its way back into his fingers.
“You might want to zip your pants back up,” Junghwan mutters, tugging Jinyoung’s underwear up for him and grinning. The cold wet patch at the front of the underwear is still there, and Jinyoung curses as it makes contact with his skin.
There’s a banging at the door just as Jinyoung zips up his pants and Junghwan rearranges his hair into a semblance of something that doesn’t scream sex.
Jinyoung pulls open the door to face a breathless Dongwoo. He’s evidently been running around backstage, trying to find them. Jinyoung flashes him a guilty smile.
“Jinyoung,” Dongwoo says, relief flooding his face. “Junghwan. We were looking for you two all over, why are you in the dress-are you okay? Why are you so red?”
Dongwoo stares at Jinyoung, concerned. Jinyoung’s eyebrow twitches. He squirms uncomfortably under Dongwoo’s gaze, feeling the front of his pants plastering to his crotch, still incredibly wet. Behind him, Junghwan tucks the belt away and clears his throat.
“It’s a long story.”
a/n: i have absolutely no way to explain this i blame Certain People you know who you are