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Title: Just Beginning
For: iheartmblaq
Prompt/request: shy virgin bottoms for the first time
Pairing: Joon/Cheondoong
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2011
He was riffling through the refrigerator for a midnight snack. Joon paused in the doorway to study the way pajama pants tightened across Cheondoong’s ass and the play of the fridge light on the curve of his cheek and rounded chin. Contemplating the low pull in his abdomen, Joon realized he wasn’t hungry. At least not for anything found on the refrigerator shelves.
Doongie’s ass twitched a little to a rhythm unheard by Joon. Joon padded over to that beckoning ass and pressed his hips against it, hands gripping Doong’s hips. A smile crossed Joon’s lips when he startled and banged his head against the top edge of the fridge. With a mild “damn” and rubbing a hand to his sore head, Cheondoong straightened and tried to turn. His hips were held in place so he had to settle for glancing over his shoulder.
“You scared the crap out of me, Joon.” Pulling earbuds from his ears, he glared at the older, only slightly taller, man.
“I noticed.” Joon smiled and lightly ground his pelvis against Cheondoong’s ass.
A blush crept up his cheeks, the ones on his face, as he realized Joon’s cock was growing hard against his ass. “Um, hyung, this is kinda awkward but you are…uh…well…” At Joon’s arched eyebrows, he stammered to a stop. How do you tell your bandmate, a man who has slowly become a good friend, that his partial erection is pressing into your butt crack, he wondered as Joon continued to look at him quizzically.
“Is something wrong, Doongie?”
“Um. Well.” He shifted, tried to pull away from those strong hands. It didn’t work. Joon tightened his grip and flustered him even more. The embarrassed heat began to feel like it would scorch the skin off his face. “It’s just, you know. This position. It’s awkward.”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
Turning away from the intense gaze, Doongie stared blindly into the refrigerator. “Yes. Yes, you are.” The fingers loosened and he breathed a sigh of relief until strong arms wrapped around his waist. Hot breath danced over the crook of his neck and Doong felt something, something very much like the heat in his face, slither over his skin.
Joon pulled him back far enough to close the fridge door before pressing him against it. “I want you, Cheondoong.” Tracing fingers over Doong’s t-shirt, Joon breathed into his ear. “I think I have wanted you for quite a while now.”
Shivering at the words and the breath against his sensitive ear, Doong forced out a snort. “Is this some sort of joke? You couldn’t even remember my name for the first few months I was in the group.”
“I knew your name but I was angry at having a new member thrust on us so close to debut. I was angry because you are so cute and quiet and almost impossible to get to know. I was angry because I wanted you but I didn’t want to want you.”
As his brain, steadily growing hazy from the fingers caressing under his shirt and the breath against his skin, processed this information, Doong found himself tongue-tied and baffled. He considered himself straight. Certainly he’d never felt particularly attracted to any females, certainly not this skin-shivering, blood-burning sensation traveling through him as Joon pressed against him, caressed him. Still, he’d always put it down to it not being the right girl.
He never considered it might be about it not being the right gender.
“I can’t do this, Joon. I can’t be gay.”
Joon snickered. “Of course you can be. Or you can be bi. Or maybe just be whatever you want to be at any given moment.” Twisting a nipple gently, Joon smiled as Doongie moaned. “Just be with me.”
Doongie tried to think past the lust filling his head, tried to think past the steadily growing erection in his pants. “The others…”
“They aren’t uptight. Byunghee and Seungho have been banging each other for months. Mir just likes sex. Doesn’t care if it is male, female, or cucumber.” Pausing in thought, Joon mused, “Makes you wonder what is in that country air.”
Not giving a shit about Mir’s vegetable fetish or the effects of country air, Doong tried frantically to remember he was a guy who liked girls, not other guys. He tried to remember what he knew of gay sex but realized he didn’t really know much about it at all. Oh, crap, he thought, what do I do? I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never even gotten past copping a feel with a girl.
Joon turned him around and pressed a kiss, surprisingly gentle and reassuring, to his lips. “Stop thinking so much. I can practically hear it.”
“I’ve never done anything with a guy.”
“I know.” Joon pressed kisses over his cheekbone, along his jaw.
“I never even thought I was attracted to you.” He unconsciously tilted his chin to give Joon better access to his neck.
“That’s ok. You realized you are attracted to me now.” Joon added little nips between kisses as he worked his way down to Cheondong’s collarbone.
“I’m gonna mess this up.” He gasped when Joon’s seeking hands went back to work on his nipples and his hot mouth traveled across his throat.
“Messy is good.” Joon licked at his earlobe. “Actually, I really like messy and sweaty and cum-filled sex.” He rolled his hips and brushed his erection against Doong’s.
With a moan, Doong wondered if he had a chance of getting out of this. Then Joon’s hands slid down his back and into his sleep pants. Those hands gripped and massaged his butt cheeks until Cheondoong ground his hips mindlessly into Joon’s. The grunt of approval from Joon made him a little lightheaded with pleasure. When a finger rubbed over his hole, Doong gasped and pressed back into the finger. He’d never known his butthole was so sensitive.
Joon sighed and drew back. “We need to move this into the bedroom.”
Lifting pleasure-laden eyelids, Doong asked, “Why?”
“Comfort for you.” He tugged Doong to the bedroom he shared with the manager. The manager who was out for the weekend visiting family. “A soft bed for your back. Lube for your ass.”
“There’s lube in your room? In the room you share with our manager?” Doong resisted Joon’s tugging.
Joon turned. “I’m not fucking him, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I’m not a virgin either. I like to be prepared.” He backed Doongie against the nearest wall. “Especially when I’m living under the same roof as the man who teases and taunts me in all my fantasies.“
“So why are you seducing me?”
Realizing Cheondoong was genuinely puzzled, he sighed. “You are the man who teases and taunts me.”
“Oh.”
“Dumbass.” The word was half exasperation, half affection.
In the darkened bedroom, Joon pushed him down on the bed. When Joon stretched out on top of him, Doong felt the first stirrings of panic. He wasn’t experienced while Joon was. He wasn’t all cut and buff like Joon. What if his breath smelled bad or his skin tasted bad?
And, oh hell, was Joon planning to put his penis there? In his butt? Was that even anatomically possible?
He noticed Joon trembling against him and it took a second for him to realize Joon was laughing silently. “What are you laughing at?”
“You think so loudly, Doongie. It shows on your face. Stop overthinking this. I know what I’m doing. I know you don’t. I can teach you.”
“But.” He considered his words. “Will it hurt?” There. The biggest cause of panic.
“Yes. It will hurt some but not unbearably. And the pleasure will be worth the pain.”
Doong turned this over in his mind. “I’m nervous, Joon.”
“It’s ok to be nervous.” Skimming fingers into Doong’s hair, Joon pulled him into an open-mouth, greedy kiss.
He left no room for doubts or concerns as he ran his tongue over Doong’s lips, teeth and tongue. He taught him how to respond, rubbing tongue against tongue, sucking in one of Doong’s exhaled breaths. His hands roamed over Doong’s body, steadily divesting him of clothes. Somewhere along the way, Joon removed his own clothes but Doong’s memory was never too clear on that point.
When Joon’s skin, hairless and moisturized for image’s sake, met his not quite as hairless or as moisturized skin, Cheondoong sighed then moaned. He felt a hand fist his cock and groaned, bucking into Joon’s hand. His nipples were licked and sucked and bit as Joon continued to work his cock, working him into a mindless frenzy. On the point of orgasm, Joon stopped. And smiled at the unhappy moan.
He leaned over and removed a small bottle of lube from the nightstand. Sitting back on his heels, Joon watched Doong watch him pour lube over his fingers, run his lubed hand over his straining cock, and reach out to work lubed fingers between Doong’s buttcheeks. He saw the panic start to rise in Doong’s eyes as fingers moved along his crack. Joon closed the lube, tossed it aside, and used his free hand to carress Doong’s cock. The distraction of having his cock stroke, his balls fondled, eased the panic and Joon was able to press one finger slowly into his asshole. He clenched but then relaxed because the feel of Joon’s hand job was more than the light pressure of a finger in his ass.
When Joon started moving his finger in and out slowly, Doong brought his knees up, found the pleasurable fullness of Joon’s finger enticing. He moved with the finger, focusing on the in and out rhythm. A second finger began to work into his opening and he moaned. There was pain, yes, but there was pleasure in the stretch and the fullness. When a third finger breached him, with a little less care and little more pain, he cried out but discovered he liked the pain.
The fingers moved inside him, stretched him until he thought he might break, might explode, but then they vanished and panted out a plea for their return. Joon’s cock began to push inside and the stretch was more, the pain was more. There was a burn that seared up his spine. He couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be without the preparation. Joon didn’t force his way inside, just slowly, steadily stretched him open until Doong’s ass was flush against his abdomen, legs over his arms.
“Holy shit.” The tightness of Cheondoong’s body had him struggling for control, for a bit of sanity. He was so hot, so slick, so tight Joon thought he might come before he had a chance to move.
Then Cheondoong, trying to adjust to the sensation of being filled, up to his throat in his opinion, moved and Joon lost control. He pulled out slightly and slammed back in to the pained cry of Doongie. Pulling him tighter to him, Joon wrapped a hand around Doongie’s cock and matched the rhythm of his hand to the rhythm of his cock in Doong’s ass. Wondering if the human body could contain so much pressure, Doongie moved with the cock, with the hand. He lost his sense of self to the lust, to the heat searing between them. The pain added to the passion and they rode each other over the edge of orgasm.
Joon slumped over on his side and Cheodoong eased his legs out of their bent position. His butt felt strange, loose and empty. But he felt sated, well-used. When Joon’s arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him against that muscular body, he wondered if this was a one-time thing. Just a fulfillment of a fantasy for Joon. He figured he shouldn’t ask. It would be such a virgin thing to do.
With a grumble, Joon sat up enough to grab the comforter and throw it over their cooling bodies. “Don’t think, Doongie. You need to rest because I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.”
For: iheartmblaq
Prompt/request: shy virgin bottoms for the first time
Pairing: Joon/Cheondoong
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2011
He was riffling through the refrigerator for a midnight snack. Joon paused in the doorway to study the way pajama pants tightened across Cheondoong’s ass and the play of the fridge light on the curve of his cheek and rounded chin. Contemplating the low pull in his abdomen, Joon realized he wasn’t hungry. At least not for anything found on the refrigerator shelves.
Doongie’s ass twitched a little to a rhythm unheard by Joon. Joon padded over to that beckoning ass and pressed his hips against it, hands gripping Doong’s hips. A smile crossed Joon’s lips when he startled and banged his head against the top edge of the fridge. With a mild “damn” and rubbing a hand to his sore head, Cheondoong straightened and tried to turn. His hips were held in place so he had to settle for glancing over his shoulder.
“You scared the crap out of me, Joon.” Pulling earbuds from his ears, he glared at the older, only slightly taller, man.
“I noticed.” Joon smiled and lightly ground his pelvis against Cheondoong’s ass.
A blush crept up his cheeks, the ones on his face, as he realized Joon’s cock was growing hard against his ass. “Um, hyung, this is kinda awkward but you are…uh…well…” At Joon’s arched eyebrows, he stammered to a stop. How do you tell your bandmate, a man who has slowly become a good friend, that his partial erection is pressing into your butt crack, he wondered as Joon continued to look at him quizzically.
“Is something wrong, Doongie?”
“Um. Well.” He shifted, tried to pull away from those strong hands. It didn’t work. Joon tightened his grip and flustered him even more. The embarrassed heat began to feel like it would scorch the skin off his face. “It’s just, you know. This position. It’s awkward.”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
Turning away from the intense gaze, Doongie stared blindly into the refrigerator. “Yes. Yes, you are.” The fingers loosened and he breathed a sigh of relief until strong arms wrapped around his waist. Hot breath danced over the crook of his neck and Doong felt something, something very much like the heat in his face, slither over his skin.
Joon pulled him back far enough to close the fridge door before pressing him against it. “I want you, Cheondoong.” Tracing fingers over Doong’s t-shirt, Joon breathed into his ear. “I think I have wanted you for quite a while now.”
Shivering at the words and the breath against his sensitive ear, Doong forced out a snort. “Is this some sort of joke? You couldn’t even remember my name for the first few months I was in the group.”
“I knew your name but I was angry at having a new member thrust on us so close to debut. I was angry because you are so cute and quiet and almost impossible to get to know. I was angry because I wanted you but I didn’t want to want you.”
As his brain, steadily growing hazy from the fingers caressing under his shirt and the breath against his skin, processed this information, Doong found himself tongue-tied and baffled. He considered himself straight. Certainly he’d never felt particularly attracted to any females, certainly not this skin-shivering, blood-burning sensation traveling through him as Joon pressed against him, caressed him. Still, he’d always put it down to it not being the right girl.
He never considered it might be about it not being the right gender.
“I can’t do this, Joon. I can’t be gay.”
Joon snickered. “Of course you can be. Or you can be bi. Or maybe just be whatever you want to be at any given moment.” Twisting a nipple gently, Joon smiled as Doongie moaned. “Just be with me.”
Doongie tried to think past the lust filling his head, tried to think past the steadily growing erection in his pants. “The others…”
“They aren’t uptight. Byunghee and Seungho have been banging each other for months. Mir just likes sex. Doesn’t care if it is male, female, or cucumber.” Pausing in thought, Joon mused, “Makes you wonder what is in that country air.”
Not giving a shit about Mir’s vegetable fetish or the effects of country air, Doong tried frantically to remember he was a guy who liked girls, not other guys. He tried to remember what he knew of gay sex but realized he didn’t really know much about it at all. Oh, crap, he thought, what do I do? I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never even gotten past copping a feel with a girl.
Joon turned him around and pressed a kiss, surprisingly gentle and reassuring, to his lips. “Stop thinking so much. I can practically hear it.”
“I’ve never done anything with a guy.”
“I know.” Joon pressed kisses over his cheekbone, along his jaw.
“I never even thought I was attracted to you.” He unconsciously tilted his chin to give Joon better access to his neck.
“That’s ok. You realized you are attracted to me now.” Joon added little nips between kisses as he worked his way down to Cheondong’s collarbone.
“I’m gonna mess this up.” He gasped when Joon’s seeking hands went back to work on his nipples and his hot mouth traveled across his throat.
“Messy is good.” Joon licked at his earlobe. “Actually, I really like messy and sweaty and cum-filled sex.” He rolled his hips and brushed his erection against Doong’s.
With a moan, Doong wondered if he had a chance of getting out of this. Then Joon’s hands slid down his back and into his sleep pants. Those hands gripped and massaged his butt cheeks until Cheondoong ground his hips mindlessly into Joon’s. The grunt of approval from Joon made him a little lightheaded with pleasure. When a finger rubbed over his hole, Doong gasped and pressed back into the finger. He’d never known his butthole was so sensitive.
Joon sighed and drew back. “We need to move this into the bedroom.”
Lifting pleasure-laden eyelids, Doong asked, “Why?”
“Comfort for you.” He tugged Doong to the bedroom he shared with the manager. The manager who was out for the weekend visiting family. “A soft bed for your back. Lube for your ass.”
“There’s lube in your room? In the room you share with our manager?” Doong resisted Joon’s tugging.
Joon turned. “I’m not fucking him, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I’m not a virgin either. I like to be prepared.” He backed Doongie against the nearest wall. “Especially when I’m living under the same roof as the man who teases and taunts me in all my fantasies.“
“So why are you seducing me?”
Realizing Cheondoong was genuinely puzzled, he sighed. “You are the man who teases and taunts me.”
“Oh.”
“Dumbass.” The word was half exasperation, half affection.
In the darkened bedroom, Joon pushed him down on the bed. When Joon stretched out on top of him, Doong felt the first stirrings of panic. He wasn’t experienced while Joon was. He wasn’t all cut and buff like Joon. What if his breath smelled bad or his skin tasted bad?
And, oh hell, was Joon planning to put his penis there? In his butt? Was that even anatomically possible?
He noticed Joon trembling against him and it took a second for him to realize Joon was laughing silently. “What are you laughing at?”
“You think so loudly, Doongie. It shows on your face. Stop overthinking this. I know what I’m doing. I know you don’t. I can teach you.”
“But.” He considered his words. “Will it hurt?” There. The biggest cause of panic.
“Yes. It will hurt some but not unbearably. And the pleasure will be worth the pain.”
Doong turned this over in his mind. “I’m nervous, Joon.”
“It’s ok to be nervous.” Skimming fingers into Doong’s hair, Joon pulled him into an open-mouth, greedy kiss.
He left no room for doubts or concerns as he ran his tongue over Doong’s lips, teeth and tongue. He taught him how to respond, rubbing tongue against tongue, sucking in one of Doong’s exhaled breaths. His hands roamed over Doong’s body, steadily divesting him of clothes. Somewhere along the way, Joon removed his own clothes but Doong’s memory was never too clear on that point.
When Joon’s skin, hairless and moisturized for image’s sake, met his not quite as hairless or as moisturized skin, Cheondoong sighed then moaned. He felt a hand fist his cock and groaned, bucking into Joon’s hand. His nipples were licked and sucked and bit as Joon continued to work his cock, working him into a mindless frenzy. On the point of orgasm, Joon stopped. And smiled at the unhappy moan.
He leaned over and removed a small bottle of lube from the nightstand. Sitting back on his heels, Joon watched Doong watch him pour lube over his fingers, run his lubed hand over his straining cock, and reach out to work lubed fingers between Doong’s buttcheeks. He saw the panic start to rise in Doong’s eyes as fingers moved along his crack. Joon closed the lube, tossed it aside, and used his free hand to carress Doong’s cock. The distraction of having his cock stroke, his balls fondled, eased the panic and Joon was able to press one finger slowly into his asshole. He clenched but then relaxed because the feel of Joon’s hand job was more than the light pressure of a finger in his ass.
When Joon started moving his finger in and out slowly, Doong brought his knees up, found the pleasurable fullness of Joon’s finger enticing. He moved with the finger, focusing on the in and out rhythm. A second finger began to work into his opening and he moaned. There was pain, yes, but there was pleasure in the stretch and the fullness. When a third finger breached him, with a little less care and little more pain, he cried out but discovered he liked the pain.
The fingers moved inside him, stretched him until he thought he might break, might explode, but then they vanished and panted out a plea for their return. Joon’s cock began to push inside and the stretch was more, the pain was more. There was a burn that seared up his spine. He couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be without the preparation. Joon didn’t force his way inside, just slowly, steadily stretched him open until Doong’s ass was flush against his abdomen, legs over his arms.
“Holy shit.” The tightness of Cheondoong’s body had him struggling for control, for a bit of sanity. He was so hot, so slick, so tight Joon thought he might come before he had a chance to move.
Then Cheondoong, trying to adjust to the sensation of being filled, up to his throat in his opinion, moved and Joon lost control. He pulled out slightly and slammed back in to the pained cry of Doongie. Pulling him tighter to him, Joon wrapped a hand around Doongie’s cock and matched the rhythm of his hand to the rhythm of his cock in Doong’s ass. Wondering if the human body could contain so much pressure, Doongie moved with the cock, with the hand. He lost his sense of self to the lust, to the heat searing between them. The pain added to the passion and they rode each other over the edge of orgasm.
Joon slumped over on his side and Cheodoong eased his legs out of their bent position. His butt felt strange, loose and empty. But he felt sated, well-used. When Joon’s arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him against that muscular body, he wondered if this was a one-time thing. Just a fulfillment of a fantasy for Joon. He figured he shouldn’t ask. It would be such a virgin thing to do.
With a grumble, Joon sat up enough to grab the comforter and throw it over their cooling bodies. “Don’t think, Doongie. You need to rest because I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.”