Close the Blinds [Beast]
Doojoon/Dongwoon
NC-17 (!) handjob, sex
~2300w
It's raining so Dongwoon brings Mr. Yoon's jacket to school. (KIND OF!high school!au)
Well. I certainly did not expect to poop out write this. This is my first attempt at NC-17 for this pairing and...well, let's hope that it's okay.
They meet on a blind-date, set up by their mutual friend, Junhyung, and as much as Doojoon had not wanted to believe that blind dates--sometimes--do work, Dongwoon had charmed his way into his pants by the third date. And Dongwoon, not usually the want you now kind of guy, happened to fall in love with Doojoon, between the sweet dates, not-so-nice stares, and the domesticity the two shared after Dongwoon moved into Doojoon's apartment months later.
They live a nice, lovely life, and it's just perfect, Dongwoon thinks, especially when Doojoon graduates from school and gets a job a high school as an 11th grade English teacher. Though it's two hours away, Doojoon is happy; he has his sweet, charming boyfriend, and pretty good students. He supposes that he's made a good choice when he was offered all honors classes. So far this past year, he has not had a single complaint (the students love his charm and humor, but mostly his smile) and he does not give any complaints.
Then Dongwoon visits him during class. It's not that the students complain after the incident, but they are much more pushy. They urge him to talk about Dongwoon, and Doojoon, the guy that he is, can't help but do so.
One day, Doojoon forgets his jacket in his apartment; he is dressed in his usual button up shirt and slacks, and he leaves for work without looking at the weather forecast. He's in class by the time the weather grows dreary, so Doojoon doesn't notice when the skies become dark; he doesn't see when the heavy clouds come; he doesn't realize when the rain starts to pour.
So Dongwoon, the sweetie that he is, brings it to him, even though it is his day off and he is supposed to be sleeping (because Doojoon does not like the sight of those baggy eyes). He hums happily as he drives to the high school his lover works at, and covers himself and the jacket with an umbrella as he heads to the office. The receptionist gives him an odd look when he comes in the door shielding the jacket with his body, but her expression changes when he tells her that he's here to "drop off Doojoonie hyung's jacket because it's raining."
The woman nods (because the charming Yoon Doojoon has talked about his significant other too much for the staff to realize that he's so in love, and in love with a man by the looks of it) and hands him a visitor's pass. He walks through the halls with Mr. Yoon's number scrawled on a paper; he ends up in the wrong hallway, and wrong room the first two times, but finally gets there 10 exhausting minutes later with a girl in tow to show him the way.
He pokes his head into the open doorway and grins when he sees Doojoon, gesturing at the whiteboard; Dongwoon stands there and watches his boyfriend write on the board in not-so-neat cursive. A girl that sits near the doorway eyes Dongwoon (looks him up and down with flirtatious eyes). Doojoon doesn't notice him until Dongwoon takes a step into the room, and by that time, the whole class has noticed him.
"Ah, Dongwoon? What are you doing here?" the teacher asks, blinking widely.
"Hyung," Dongwoon holds up the jacket, sprinkled with water because he is simply not big enough to shield the jacket from the pouring rain, "I brought your jacket. It's raining; didn't you notice?"
Doojoon looks outside, "Oh!" He walks over to the window and stares outside. "Didn't notice at all."
Dongwoon walks over to Doojoon, wary of the stares he recieves. He drapes the jacket on Doojoon's shoulders.
"Did you drive here?" Doojoon asks, adjusting the jacket.
"Yeah," he replies, and his smile is sweet and lovely. "I didn't want you to be soaking wet." He holds up an umbrella, "Here."
"But you're supposed to be at home, sleeping," Doojoon tries not to pout, but he ends up doing it anyway.
He turns away from the class to shield his expression. Once his face returns normal, he turns back. "Guys, you have the rest of the class as free time," he announces, and half the class cheer in joy. The other half pause for a moment in confusion, but relent a few seconds later.
Doojoon pulls Dongwoon to his desk. "Why did you bring me this? I could've...borrowed a jacket, or something."
"Someone else's jacket? No way," Dongwoon replies firmly, knowing well that he sounds quite jealous.
Doojoon smiles teasingly, oblivious to the stares he is recieving from his students, "Jealous?"
Dongwoon pouts, and doesn't say anything.
"Don't worry baby--"
"Lower your voice. You don't want to come out to the whole class, do you?" Even as he says this, the majority of the class turn their way. They don't speak particularly low, so it's not hard to eavesdrop. They do.
"Does it matter?"
Dongwoon frowns at the question, "Doesn't it?"
And to answer this question, Doojoon stands up and pulls Dongwoon along with him, a large smirk on his face. He clears his throat the get everyone's attention, though he already has it, and takes a deep breath.
"Guys, this is my boyfriend, Dongwoon."
The students stare at him, because they've never had a teacher that's this open. Seconds later, no words were still uttered, but half the class start to hold back smiles. A boy that sits in the front row raises his hand timidly. Doojoon calls on him, "Kikwang?"
"...but we already knew."
Doojoon's mouth falls open (and who can blame him, really) and Dongwoon turns stiff next to him.
"...you did?"
"Uhm," Kikwang adjusts his glasses, "Well you kind of go off on tangents when we read novels--as in, romance novels. When we were reading Great Gatsby, and you talked about how it would've happened had you been in Gatsby's place, you slipped in lots of 'he's.' And also, you have three pictures of yourselves on your desk, by the way." The boy says the last part quietly, but the couple catches it anyway.
"Also," a boy named Yoseob speaks up, "Girls always flirt with you, and you never notice, so we kind of assumed... It's funny to see them get turned down, though," the blonde boy giggles, and various girls shoot him glares.
"And it's not like the school cares; I think the entire school already knows. It's not hard to figure out, Mr. Yoon," Hyunseung comments.
Dongwoon, for the first time that day, thinks that maybe he shouldn't have come, if he had known that this would be the result. The students--they pester him, ask him questions, ranging from how old are you? to how's Mr. Yoon in the sack? Dongwoon blushes harder than he's ever had in his life, and Doojoon's not far behind. The teacher tries to guide everyone's attention back to the topic they had been working on, but with Dongwoon sitting in the back making eyes at him (without even knowing it, for God's sake), it is incredibly hard to do so.
When the period finally ends, and the students file out slowly, Dongwoon pulls Doojoon into a hug, because he looks so flustered, and wide-eyed, and cute.
"So...those are your 'well-behaved students,' huh?" Dongwoon smiles, and Doojoon groans in response.
"They're not usually like that. It's just. You. Your fault."
"Oh? My fault? My fault that it's raining and I wanted to be a good boyfriend? Definitely." Even though his response is sarcastic, Dongwoon admits that it probably is his fault for the students acting so jumpy.
Doojoon smiles, "Yup. Next hour's my free period. Wanna get lunch?"
"So, we're alone?"
Doojoon raises an eyebrow, "Yes."
"Hmm," Dongwoon hums. "We're alone."
It takes a moment, but Doojoon finally gets what he's hinting at. "No."
"Why not? No one'll see. We can lock the doors, shut the windows. It's still raining, do you really want to go outside for lunch?" Dongwoon pouts.
Doojoon can't respond to this, because he has no idea how to convince Dongwoon otherwise. It also helps that Dongwoon's mouth is on his, soft, but not too sweet as he nibbles on Doojoon's bottom lip. A groan escapes before he can help it, and Dongwoon smiles as he continues, hands roaming to the back of the teacher's neck. Doojoon's hands move back to touch his desk, but with all of his sensations gone, he has no idea what his hands are doing; they push back, and Doojoon can hear the pile of essays that he had just collected scatter on the floor. And really, he doesn't care, not anymore.
"You sure, Mr. Yoon?"
He groans again, blood rushing downwards, but he has the sense to stop Dongwoon for a moment; he rushes like a madman to shut the door and pull the blinds together. Without any outside light sourses, the room is dark and cold, but Doojoon doesn't notice because his fingers are fumbling through Dongwoon's shirt, pulling upwards. Dongwoon's arms go up and finally he is free from the fabric; he growls at Doojoon's appearance, because he still has clothes on and that is not good.
Doojoon's button down shirt is unbuttoned quickly--a skill that Dongwoon's learned to perfect because he knows that Doojoon hates buying new shirts--and soon, Dongwoon's working on his boyfriend's slacks. He pulls down the fabric to reveal Doojoon's bulge, whilst kissing down Doojoon's exposed stomach, rubbing his face into his body. Dongwoon's nimble hands then pull down the striped boxers, and his hands grab Doojoon's dick. He doesn't look down--because he doesn't need to, he knows what he's doing--and moves his hands, slow at first, then getting faster. Dongwoon's lips catch Doojoon's dark nipples, and he nibbles at them. Doojoon moans his name, and Dongwoon really can't help but groan in response, the vibrations settling through Doojoon's nipple.
His unused hand comes into use as he reaches up and pinches Doojoon's other nipple, twisting and he's sure that he's leaving scratches as his fingernails trail lower, but he doesn't care. Doojoon's bucking up into Dongwoon's hands, so he knows that he's getting close; he moves hand faster, jerking off his boyfriend. Within moments, Doojoon groans, and he spills into Dongwoon's fingers with A-Ah, Dongwoon on his lips. Then he moves fast, and he spreads the white semen around Doojoon's dick, proceeding to lubricate his penis. Dongwoon stares at him for a moment, then he pecks Doojoon's mouth at the corner.
He leaves Doojoon on the desk, and takes down his own pants, not caring that his cum-covered fingers are staining his pants, and pulls down his briefs as well. He sighs at the relief, and turns around as Doojoon opens his eyes again, still glazed and especially loving.
"My turn, baby," Dongwoon mutters as Doojoon sits up. Doojoon pushes Dongwoon down onto the desk in one go, and Dongwoon shivers as his chest hits the wood. Doojoon sweetly kisses along Dongwoon's spine, and gives the younger one a light slap on the butt. His hands wander and roam down to Dongwoon's dick and fingers the precome leaking from his shaft. Dongwoon moans and shifts, but Doojoon keeps him there, in the same position. He grabs hold of Dongwoon's dick and moves his hand up and down slowly, smiling into Dongwoon's neck. Dongwoon tries to keep quiet, but he can't help but whimper as Doojoon handles his dick, pumping up and down slowly. He tries thrusting into Doojoon's hands, but he knows that it's no use; Doojoon wants what he wants, and he wants to go slow.
When Doojoon's done--Dongwoon's writhing and panting and wanting--he lets go of the throbbing cock and adjusts himself near Dongwoon's opening, already hard once again. Three fingers slip in and Dongwoon adjusts his position, uncomfortable. The fingers push in and out, and it only takes a few moments before Doojoon finds his spot--he knows where it is; Dongwoon is mapped out in his head by now--and Dongwoon moans out his usual Th-There, Doojoonie.
His own seed is still dripping on his own cock, so he pushes in slowly, counting in his head as he goes. Dongwoon's breath hitches, and Doojoon pushes in further, slow and careful--Dongwoon's always tight, always, he thinks to himself, but that's a good thing--and even though the semen's helping, Dongwoon still grunts. When he's finally deep enough, he moves and shifts to the right, knowing that the spot is there, somewhere. Dongwoon lets out a yelp, and Doojoon has the general area, so he starts to thrust.
He finally finds Dongwoon's prostate on the third thrust, and he hits the spot again and again (Sh-Shit, more, Doo, more). And then, without warning, Dongwoon cums, the liquid spraying onto the dark wood. Doojoon grunts and thrusts two more times until he finally cums into Dongwoon, in long hard gasps.
They lay together like that for a few minutes until Doojoon finally has the energy to pull out of Dongwoon. He walks slowly to a box of tissues and cleans his limp cock and thighs, satisfied. After he does so, he moves over to Dongwoon, flipping him over and cleaning him, too, admiring Dongwoon's long eyelashes, spread out over his milky mocha colored skin. Dongwoon lets out a little groan and opens his eyes.
"Tha..." Dongwoon sighs again, "That was good."
Doojoon hums in response, happy, and moves Dongwoon to the side to clean his desk. He grunts at the dried cum, and takes out a box of Clorox.
"Love you baby," Dongwoon mumbles from the desk.
"I love you too, Woonie."
After Doojoon finishes cleaning (the desk, their clothes, the floor) Doojoon helps Dongwoon up from the desk (the boy is really lazy after sex, Doojoon had realized after their third time).
He reopens the blinds and blinks outside at the sun. "Babe, it's not raining anymore."
"Hmm," Dongwoon replies, "Tha's good. Maybe I'll come o'er every time it rains."