smut. yea. again.
written for the prompt in kpop kink meme
Pairing: Mir/Cheondong
Kink: Mir's obvious oral fixation (biting, licking, sucking on ears, fingers, toes, the obvious, etc.). Cheondong being flustered. Orgasm denial for Cheondong. ^^
Cheondong woke to a warm tongue licking up the arch of his foot. The erotic tickle shivered through his belly and had him wrenching his foot away from the sensation. A strong hand clasped his ankle to allow the marauding tongue to continue its travels over the ball of his foot and around his big toe. He thought thank god I washed them last night as his toes were licked and sucked and nibbled, and he was squirming from a mix of desire and laughter.
Cracking his eyes open, he recognized the vibrant red hair trailing over his ankle as devious brown eyes peeked out between the strands. Mir sank his teeth into his Achilles’ heel causing him to yelp and jump. Grinning Mir ran his tongue over the teeth marks in apology. Which Cheondong suspected wasn't really apologetic at all since Mir continued his venture up his bare leg. Wondering abruptly where his sleep pants were and what the hell Mir was doing licking, sucking and biting any part of him, Cheondong tried freeing his leg from the grasp of Mir’s hand.
Flailing, scooting up to almost sitting at the head of the bed, Cheondong panted. “What are you doing? Why am I naked?” Sucking in a breath as Mir discovered the sensitive skin where leg met torso. “Let go of my legs. Mir, this isn’t funny.”
Biting into Cheondong’s hip, Mir grinned around the mouthful of flesh and shook his head. The pain started making Cheondong lightheaded. When the pain abated and warm breath ghosted over his penis, he flushed to realize Mir’s ministrations were making him hard. Passing his erection by, Mir slid up Cheondong’s body, tongue leaving a moist trail up his torso. Cheondong wondered why that line of saliva felt like a fire brand on his skin.
“You like my mouth on you, don’t you, hyung.” Well aware of the erection pressing against his, Mir smiled as Cheondong slowly turned red. “Nothing to be ashamed of. I like my mouth on you. You taste delicious.” To prove this, he licked Cheondong’s lips slowly. When the older man gasped out a held breath, Mir took advantage and explored the inside of Cheondong’s mouth.
Erections pressed together and tongues sliding against each other, Cheondong figured he could be embarrassed later. Afterwards. When he could think without a haze of lust clouding his mind. They moved against each other and all too quickly, Cheondong felt like he would explode from the twin sensations of tongue to tongue and erection to erection.
Then they were gone. Mir stood by the bed and pulled on his discarded sleep pants.
“What? Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this.” Cheondong reached for his straining cock, too horny to be ashamed of Mir seeing him touch himself.
Rattlesnake quick, Mir grabbed his hand. “No touching and no coming until I say you can.” They held gazes until Cheondong sighed in frustration. He wanted more of Mir’s mouth and skin. He’d wait.
“Fine.” The grip on his hand relaxed and Mir stepped back.
“Anyway, Seungho-hyung said you need to get ready. We have a shoot in an hour. No being late.” Cheondong watched Mir walk away and considered jacking off quickly but figured it might be worth his while to play the game.
What he didn’t expect was Mir’s evil side. The younger man was a demon of sexual teasing. At the shoot, Mir rubbed against Cheondong when nobody was looking. He even cornered Cheondong in the restroom and nibbled down his spine to the very top of his ass crack. Cheondong was hard as a rock and begging by mid-afternoon when Mir wrestled G.O. for the seat in the back of the van next to Cheondong. And out of sight of everyone else. Teeth nipped his earlobe. Mir’s tongue teased his fingers. When Mir started mimicking a blowjob with his fingers, Cheondong felt his eyes roll back in his head as he gave a frustrated growl.
By the time heads turned to see what was wrong, Mir sat on the other end of the seat, staring lazily out the window. Cheondong made flustered, mumbled excuses and watched confused faces study him and then turn away with grumbles and shrugs. Glancing at Mir, Cheondong noted the other’s distraction and started to subtly stroke his erection through his pants, in hopes of easing the pressure. Before he got the first full stroke in, Mir has his hand in a hard grasp.
Frustrated, aching, Cheondong decided to escape for a shower and a quick jerk off as soon as they reached their apartment. Only Mir followed him inside and proceeded to wash every inch of Cheondong’s body with a torturous dedication to detail. He bit Cheondong’s nipples and licked them until they were tender and red. Licking down the wet torso, Mir wrapped his mouth around Cheondong’s straining cock but prevented him from coming by wrapping fingers around the base.
Frenzied, Cheondong thrust into Mir’s mouth, gagging him. Pulling away, Mir glared up at him. “Calm down.”
Rising and shutting off the shower, Mir stepped out of the stall and began to towel off. Cheondong leaned against the damn tile wall and clenched his fists. How fucking long did the little demon plan to torture him? As if reading his mind, Mir glanced over his shoulder. “In my bed. Now.”
With a twitch of his pert little ass, Mir walked out of the bathroom and left Cheondong panting and growling.
Ten minutes later, they were naked and rolling over the sheets in a frenzy. When Mir pushed into Cheondong’s lubed ass, Cheondong screamed and came all over the sheets. He blacked out for a few seconds and came to with Mir sliding slowly in and out of his body. The initial pain and flare of intense pleasure had mellowed into merely a raging fire of lust throughout Cheondong’s body. As the younger man pounded into him, fast and merciless, Cheondong wondered, groaned, and rocked into the rhythm. Climaxing with a few more erratic thrusts, Mir collapsed against Cheondong’s back.
Falling to their sides in sated exhaustion, they lay panting and gasping. Mir tiredly sank his teeth into Cheondong’s shoulder. “I left marks.”
“Really.” He was having trouble finding the energy to care.
“Yea. It’s gonna be hard to explain the teeth marks up and down your back.”
Yawning, Cheondong shrugged and winced slightly at the pull and burn of sore muscles. “I guess I’ll just have to keep my shirt on.”
Pairing: Mir/Cheondong
Kink: Mir's obvious oral fixation (biting, licking, sucking on ears, fingers, toes, the obvious, etc.). Cheondong being flustered. Orgasm denial for Cheondong. ^^
Cheondong woke to a warm tongue licking up the arch of his foot. The erotic tickle shivered through his belly and had him wrenching his foot away from the sensation. A strong hand clasped his ankle to allow the marauding tongue to continue its travels over the ball of his foot and around his big toe. He thought thank god I washed them last night as his toes were licked and sucked and nibbled, and he was squirming from a mix of desire and laughter.
Cracking his eyes open, he recognized the vibrant red hair trailing over his ankle as devious brown eyes peeked out between the strands. Mir sank his teeth into his Achilles’ heel causing him to yelp and jump. Grinning Mir ran his tongue over the teeth marks in apology. Which Cheondong suspected wasn't really apologetic at all since Mir continued his venture up his bare leg. Wondering abruptly where his sleep pants were and what the hell Mir was doing licking, sucking and biting any part of him, Cheondong tried freeing his leg from the grasp of Mir’s hand.
Flailing, scooting up to almost sitting at the head of the bed, Cheondong panted. “What are you doing? Why am I naked?” Sucking in a breath as Mir discovered the sensitive skin where leg met torso. “Let go of my legs. Mir, this isn’t funny.”
Biting into Cheondong’s hip, Mir grinned around the mouthful of flesh and shook his head. The pain started making Cheondong lightheaded. When the pain abated and warm breath ghosted over his penis, he flushed to realize Mir’s ministrations were making him hard. Passing his erection by, Mir slid up Cheondong’s body, tongue leaving a moist trail up his torso. Cheondong wondered why that line of saliva felt like a fire brand on his skin.
“You like my mouth on you, don’t you, hyung.” Well aware of the erection pressing against his, Mir smiled as Cheondong slowly turned red. “Nothing to be ashamed of. I like my mouth on you. You taste delicious.” To prove this, he licked Cheondong’s lips slowly. When the older man gasped out a held breath, Mir took advantage and explored the inside of Cheondong’s mouth.
Erections pressed together and tongues sliding against each other, Cheondong figured he could be embarrassed later. Afterwards. When he could think without a haze of lust clouding his mind. They moved against each other and all too quickly, Cheondong felt like he would explode from the twin sensations of tongue to tongue and erection to erection.
Then they were gone. Mir stood by the bed and pulled on his discarded sleep pants.
“What? Where are you going? You can’t leave me like this.” Cheondong reached for his straining cock, too horny to be ashamed of Mir seeing him touch himself.
Rattlesnake quick, Mir grabbed his hand. “No touching and no coming until I say you can.” They held gazes until Cheondong sighed in frustration. He wanted more of Mir’s mouth and skin. He’d wait.
“Fine.” The grip on his hand relaxed and Mir stepped back.
“Anyway, Seungho-hyung said you need to get ready. We have a shoot in an hour. No being late.” Cheondong watched Mir walk away and considered jacking off quickly but figured it might be worth his while to play the game.
What he didn’t expect was Mir’s evil side. The younger man was a demon of sexual teasing. At the shoot, Mir rubbed against Cheondong when nobody was looking. He even cornered Cheondong in the restroom and nibbled down his spine to the very top of his ass crack. Cheondong was hard as a rock and begging by mid-afternoon when Mir wrestled G.O. for the seat in the back of the van next to Cheondong. And out of sight of everyone else. Teeth nipped his earlobe. Mir’s tongue teased his fingers. When Mir started mimicking a blowjob with his fingers, Cheondong felt his eyes roll back in his head as he gave a frustrated growl.
By the time heads turned to see what was wrong, Mir sat on the other end of the seat, staring lazily out the window. Cheondong made flustered, mumbled excuses and watched confused faces study him and then turn away with grumbles and shrugs. Glancing at Mir, Cheondong noted the other’s distraction and started to subtly stroke his erection through his pants, in hopes of easing the pressure. Before he got the first full stroke in, Mir has his hand in a hard grasp.
Frustrated, aching, Cheondong decided to escape for a shower and a quick jerk off as soon as they reached their apartment. Only Mir followed him inside and proceeded to wash every inch of Cheondong’s body with a torturous dedication to detail. He bit Cheondong’s nipples and licked them until they were tender and red. Licking down the wet torso, Mir wrapped his mouth around Cheondong’s straining cock but prevented him from coming by wrapping fingers around the base.
Frenzied, Cheondong thrust into Mir’s mouth, gagging him. Pulling away, Mir glared up at him. “Calm down.”
Rising and shutting off the shower, Mir stepped out of the stall and began to towel off. Cheondong leaned against the damn tile wall and clenched his fists. How fucking long did the little demon plan to torture him? As if reading his mind, Mir glanced over his shoulder. “In my bed. Now.”
With a twitch of his pert little ass, Mir walked out of the bathroom and left Cheondong panting and growling.
Ten minutes later, they were naked and rolling over the sheets in a frenzy. When Mir pushed into Cheondong’s lubed ass, Cheondong screamed and came all over the sheets. He blacked out for a few seconds and came to with Mir sliding slowly in and out of his body. The initial pain and flare of intense pleasure had mellowed into merely a raging fire of lust throughout Cheondong’s body. As the younger man pounded into him, fast and merciless, Cheondong wondered, groaned, and rocked into the rhythm. Climaxing with a few more erratic thrusts, Mir collapsed against Cheondong’s back.
Falling to their sides in sated exhaustion, they lay panting and gasping. Mir tiredly sank his teeth into Cheondong’s shoulder. “I left marks.”
“Really.” He was having trouble finding the energy to care.
“Yea. It’s gonna be hard to explain the teeth marks up and down your back.”
Yawning, Cheondong shrugged and winced slightly at the pull and burn of sore muscles. “I guess I’ll just have to keep my shirt on.”