Explanations [Beast]
friendship(?)!Doojoon/Dongwoon
PG-13
~750w
Dongwoon takes his fingers out of the Alfredo sauce and licks his fingers. He smiles up to the leader, "Yummy."
This seriously started off as a drabble when I was bored and started making pasta. But then it turned for the ... worse? I don't know, really. I really was honestly making Alfredo Fettuccini. I didn't even realize that it'd turn out like this. OTL
"Are you done yet?" Dongwoon's head looks over Doojoon's shoulder, blinking at the boiling water.
Doojoon grunts, a little annoyed, "No. Go sit back down."
Dongwoon pouts a little, "But I want to help. Shouldn't you be doing the sauce now, too?"
"No," Doojoon is one step away from screaming. "We'll do the sauce later."
"But the pasta will already be done."
"We'll just reheat it."
"With the microwave?" Dongwoon groans, "But it won't be fresh."
Doojoon's at the end of his rope, so he opens the fridge to find the sauce and hands it to Dongwoon, "Here. You do it then."
Even though Doojoon is quite irritated at Dongwoon right now, Doojoon can't help but grin back when he recieves a giant, toothy smile.
Dongwoon dumps the sauce in the pan, but neglects to scrape the remaining sauce. Doojoon points to the rest, clinging on the sides of the jar, "What about the rest?"
"The rest?" Dongwoon picks the jar up and looks inside, "...oh." He laughs quietly, and scoops the rest of the white sauce out with his fingers.
"What are you doing?" Doojoon's behind him now, tsking. "So unsanitary," he chastises. "Use a spoon or something, geez."
Dongwoon takes his fingers out of the Alfredo sauce and licks his fingers. He smiles up to the leader, "Yummy."
Doojoon is speechless, and really, who can blame him. Dongwoon stands in the kitchen, leaning against the stove (which is really dangerous, Doojoon notes, but doesn't say because he's speechless) licking his fingers that are soaked in white sauce. It's not his fault that his mind goes to the gutter, but at least he has to decency to not stare.
Scratch that.
Doojoon stares at the maknae, who is now licking his fingers; his pink tongue dashes in and out of his mouth, swirling against his two digits. Doojoon feels his head rushing with blood, and not to mention certain other places.
He clears his throat before talking, "Hey, don't eat all of it." He takes the jar away from Dongwoon and ignores him when he protests, that is until Dongwoon's sauce-covered fingers grip his wrist. The white stains the back of his arms and he frowns, his lips dipping down.
"Hyung, please? I want more."
Doojoon shakes his head vehemently and hears footsteps coming into the kitchen. He tries to shake himself from Dongwoon's grip, but before he can do so-
"Ugh, not in the kitchen," Junhyung groans, covering his eyes with his large hands.
Doojoon blushes immediately, knowing what he's seen. Dongwoon just tilts his head to the right in question. Before he can ask anything, Junhyung walks out, no doubt telling the others.
"What did he mean?" Dongwoon is still confused, eyes squinting in the light. They are still positioned in the same way as before, Dongwoon glued onto Doojoon's back, Alfredo-covered fingers gripping the leader's arm.
Doojoon groans. As mature as the maknae looked, he seriously wonders if he's a five-year-old.
"Hyung?" He still wants an explanation.
He hesitates a bit. "Um...well, you know..." Doojoon scratches his head. "Your fingers..."
"My fingers?"
Doojoon blushes sweetly, biting his lip. "Yeah. Covered with white sauce? All...on me?"
"The Alfredo sauce? On you?"
Doojoon nods, flushing prettily. "Your fingers are covered in white sauce."
"And...?"
Doojoon nearly hits himself because the maknae simply can't be this dumb, this innocent. "Like...uhm. Cum?"
"Come?" Dongwoon purses his lips, "Coming to what?"
"No, not that come," Doojoon emphasizes the word. "Cum, like, C-U-M?"
"C...U...M?"
Doojoon is this close to shooting himself right now. "When you're...doing your stuff, and you, uh..."
"Doing my stuff? I do that everyday!"
The leader nearly has a heart attack, but then he realizes that by doing my stuff, he hadn't actually meant...doing his stuff. Everyday. He huffs and tries the direct approach; his thoughts from earlier are completely out of his system by now.
"Masturbating. By doing your stuff, I meant masturbating. And cum-like, when you orgasm. The white stuff."
"Oh..." Dongwoon's eyes are glazed right now, processing the words. "I do that everyday, too!"
Doojoon coughs loudly and chooses to ignore that statement, "So, do you get it now?"
Dongwoon nods slowly. "But...there's still a lot of things that I don't get. Can you explain to me what a glory hole is?"