goho smut
so i should've been writing an essay on how sociological theories affect criminal justice's social policies. instead i wrote this. it wouldn't leave me alone.
Pairing: G.O./Seungho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut (what else?)
A/N: for rivium7fold because of her bitching about a lack of G.O./Seungho smut. this is what it inspired. sorry it's not rough and ready sex. >.<;;
G.O. watched Seungho wiggling his hips on the chair. A ton of restraint, tried and tested over the past few months, kept him from licking his lips at the sight. He watched the light flush of embarrassment wash up Seungho’s neck and cheeks and barely managed not to growl hungrily. He wanted to see that flush appear for a totally different reason, in a completely different scenario. Then Seungho did a thrusting motion with those hips and G.O. amended, well not a completely different scenario.
Just a more private one.
At the end of taping, they piled into their changing room. For all his shyness about his lack of abs, Seungho was the first to strip down because he hated being in stylist-picked clothes more. G.O. didn’t hurry to change. In fact, he made no move at all as his eyes fixed on the pale skin of Seungho’s back, the way it curved out just slightly at the waistband of his boxers. This time, he did lick his lips. One day, he thought, one day.
“Hyung, you’re slow.” Mir shoved him playfully, bringing back to reality with a solid thud. Especially since the shove pushed him off balance and into the wall. “Oh my god, G.O. I didn’t think I’d pushed that hard.”
Seungho glanced over and G.O. focused on those full lips parting in question. If not for Mir breathing practically down his neck, he would’ve lost the plot entirely. “It’s fine. It’s ok. I was just distracted.” He waved Mir off with a self-deprecating smile.
The words and expression pacified Mir but not Seungho. G.O. noted the furrowed brow which meant the leader was concerned by G.O.’s distraction. With a sigh, he straightened and began to strip while considering how to fend of Seungho’s concern. He’d been distracted, more and more of late. He knew that but when Seungho was on set, in the flat, or anywhere within his vicinity, he found concentration difficult.
Being best friends with the current object of lust made it worse, in G.O.’s opinion. They were buddies who worked, played, and lived together. Seungho was the leader and G.O. was his second in command, often his spokesperson. It struck a nice balance to keep the three younger ones under control without dampening their spirits. He couldn’t very well add sex into that relationship.
Could he? He wondered later that night when they gathered in the living room to veg in front of the television. Mir, Thunder, and Joon piled together in the middle of the floor, limbs draped over each other. That left the couch for him and Seungho, gods help him. He sat as far from the other man as possible, still conflicted about what to do or not to do. He wasn’t prone to conflict in such matters.
But he’d never fallen in love with his best friend, and a man at that, before.
Fifteen minutes into whatever they were watching, he couldn’t concentrate because of Seungho breathing at the other end of the couch, he felt a weight on his thigh and looked down. Seungho looked up at him and smiled.
“What are you doing?” G.O. hissed so as not to draw the attention of the other three.
“I’m tired, gogo.”
“I’m not a pillow. And don’t call me ‘gogo’. It’s stupid.” G.O. shoved at Seungho’s head and tried to battle down the arousal caused by having those pouty lips so close to his crotch.
Sticking out his lower lip, Seungho narrowed his eyes at G.O. but refused to move his head. “You’re mean, gogo.” He rolled on his side and draped an arm across G.O.’s waist. “Let me rest for a bit.”
On the last word, his voice trialed into even breathing G.O. recognized as sleep. The man’s face was practically in his crotch and he was sleeping like a baby. G.O. shook his head in pained exasperation. Sometimes the leader was the least manly of them all.
Tearing his gaze from Seungho’s sleeping face, all full lips and soft curves in repose, he tried to pay attention to the images flickering across the television screen. Failing, he found his mind playing through fantasies of Seungho’s mouth wrapped around his cock. The image made him swell a little and he was grateful for the looseness of his sleep pants. Until Seungho shifted and brushed his lips against G.O.’s partially hard cock, causing him to thrust against those lips once before regaining control.
Sucking in long slow breaths, G.O. reminded himself that they were best friends, not fuck buddies, not lovers. He had no business getting all tingly and hot at the slight brush of lips through cloth. Then Seungho did it again and G.O. bit his lip and tightened his thighs to keep from moving. Seungho puffed out a breath in his sleep and nearly had G.O. rolling his eyes back into his brain. Torture, he thought, pure fucking torture.
And his torturer was sleeping through it. How unfair.
With a shift, Seungho moved away from his growing erection and he sighed in equal parts relief and disappointment. He thought of his mom, his grandmother, the ugliest girl in his eighth grade class, anything to put a damper on his arousal. It was working too until lips wrapped around his cock through his sleep pants. The feeling had him gasping and glancing down in shock.
He gasped again in shock as he looked right into Seungho’s glittering eyes. “What are you doing?”
He rubbed his mouth up and down G.O.’s softened length before replying, “What you have been wanting me to do for days now.”
“You knew?”
“Oh yeah.” Seungho grinned and sat up. “Who do you think I was moving for in that chair earlier today? The fangirls?”
They locked gazes for long moments before G.O. stood dragging Seungho up too. “We’ve got some things to discuss. We’ll be in the room.”
The other three waved them off as he dragged Seungho into one of the bedrooms and shut the door. The click of the lock broke the last of their control, lips mashing violently while hands tugged at clothes, seeking the skin beneath. G.O. growling into Seungho’s mouth and bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and a whimper. They stripped each other on the journey to the bed, barely breaking lip contact to pull shirts over heads.
"It was about weeks, not days." He pulled his lips from Seungho's long enough to clarify. Seungho's eyes widened as a grin spread across his lips.
As G.O. stepped out of his pants, Seungho pushed him on to the bed and wrapped his lips around his hard cock. He bopped and sucked like a pro, moaning around the head when G.O. raked fingers through his hair. The vibrations caused G.O. to moan and thrust into his throat. Before he could come, G.O. pulled Seungho’s head up, yanking him up his body for a kiss. G.O. fumbled in the crack between bed frame and mattress for the lube he’d started keeping on hand because of Seungho-focused fantasies.
Seungho broke the kiss and took the lube. Fingers slick with it, he coated G.O.’s cock, lingering over the thick head, fingering the slit beading with precum. Then he turned, bracing himself with one hand and squatting with his ass facing G.O. Using the same lubed fingers he slid one into himself and G.O. growled. When a second finger joined the first, G.O. slid one of his fingers into join Seungho’s and grinned at the moan ripped from the other man.
Together, they stretched Seungho’s asshole until he was shuddering and his bracing arm was quivering, threatening to collapse. Withdrawing his fingers and forcefully removing Seungho’s, G.O. gripped his hips and guided him back on his erection. Watching himself slowly consumed by Seungho’s tight hot body nearly had him coming before he was halfway in. Gritting his teeth, G.O. slid in until Seungho sat on his pelvis, fully encasing him.
“I’m not gonna last long.” It pained him to admit it.
“Me either. Now move.”
Willingly following orders, G.O. pulled out and shoved back in. They moaned together and he noted Seungho’s arm moving, knew he was jacking himself off. The mental image made the next thrust harder and faster. Seungho bounced up and down, twitching his hips and tightening around G.O. until he couldn’t hold back anymore. Coming with teeth-clenching intensity, he stayed firmly seated in Seungho’s body but sat up just enough to reach around for the other man’s cock.
He took over jacking Seungho off. Cum shot onto his hand and the sheet as Seungho shuddered against him. He let Seungho slid sideways and grabbed the blanket crumpled at the foot of the bed. Covering them both, he wrapped an arm around Seungho’s waist, feeling the other man shivering.
“You okay?”
A nod but he continued to shiver.
“You’d never done that before.” Crap, G.O. thought.
“No.”
Silence broken only by brief eruptions of laughter from the other room filled the air. Crap, G.O. thought for a second time. I don’t know anything about this. It was my first time with a guy too.
Seungho rolled over stiffly making G.O. wonder if he hurt. “I’m sorry.”
The words, trembling on the edge of G.O.’s tongue but coming out of Seungho’s mouth, caught him off guard. “Why are you apologizing?”
“Because of my lack of experience.”
G.O. blinked at him. “I didn’t know. You seemed so sure. I only realized after.”
“Oh. So it was ok?”
He looked at Seungho’s shy eyes and smile. “It was more than ok but I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
“You’ve never been with a guy either?” Seungho seemed shocked.
“Nope. You’re my first.”
“Oh. So it could’ve been awful and you wouldn’t know it.”
“Exactly. Which is why we should do it again as soon as possible and as often as possible so we can both have something to compare it too.”
Seungho’s face broke into a brilliant smile. “You’re absolutely right. Very practical. It’s why I keep you around.”
Hugging G.O. around the waist, Seungho slid into sleep while G.O. stroked his hair and murmured, “One day you’ll keep me around because you love me too.”
Pairing: G.O./Seungho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut (what else?)
A/N: for rivium7fold because of her bitching about a lack of G.O./Seungho smut. this is what it inspired. sorry it's not rough and ready sex. >.<;;
G.O. watched Seungho wiggling his hips on the chair. A ton of restraint, tried and tested over the past few months, kept him from licking his lips at the sight. He watched the light flush of embarrassment wash up Seungho’s neck and cheeks and barely managed not to growl hungrily. He wanted to see that flush appear for a totally different reason, in a completely different scenario. Then Seungho did a thrusting motion with those hips and G.O. amended, well not a completely different scenario.
Just a more private one.
At the end of taping, they piled into their changing room. For all his shyness about his lack of abs, Seungho was the first to strip down because he hated being in stylist-picked clothes more. G.O. didn’t hurry to change. In fact, he made no move at all as his eyes fixed on the pale skin of Seungho’s back, the way it curved out just slightly at the waistband of his boxers. This time, he did lick his lips. One day, he thought, one day.
“Hyung, you’re slow.” Mir shoved him playfully, bringing back to reality with a solid thud. Especially since the shove pushed him off balance and into the wall. “Oh my god, G.O. I didn’t think I’d pushed that hard.”
Seungho glanced over and G.O. focused on those full lips parting in question. If not for Mir breathing practically down his neck, he would’ve lost the plot entirely. “It’s fine. It’s ok. I was just distracted.” He waved Mir off with a self-deprecating smile.
The words and expression pacified Mir but not Seungho. G.O. noted the furrowed brow which meant the leader was concerned by G.O.’s distraction. With a sigh, he straightened and began to strip while considering how to fend of Seungho’s concern. He’d been distracted, more and more of late. He knew that but when Seungho was on set, in the flat, or anywhere within his vicinity, he found concentration difficult.
Being best friends with the current object of lust made it worse, in G.O.’s opinion. They were buddies who worked, played, and lived together. Seungho was the leader and G.O. was his second in command, often his spokesperson. It struck a nice balance to keep the three younger ones under control without dampening their spirits. He couldn’t very well add sex into that relationship.
Could he? He wondered later that night when they gathered in the living room to veg in front of the television. Mir, Thunder, and Joon piled together in the middle of the floor, limbs draped over each other. That left the couch for him and Seungho, gods help him. He sat as far from the other man as possible, still conflicted about what to do or not to do. He wasn’t prone to conflict in such matters.
But he’d never fallen in love with his best friend, and a man at that, before.
Fifteen minutes into whatever they were watching, he couldn’t concentrate because of Seungho breathing at the other end of the couch, he felt a weight on his thigh and looked down. Seungho looked up at him and smiled.
“What are you doing?” G.O. hissed so as not to draw the attention of the other three.
“I’m tired, gogo.”
“I’m not a pillow. And don’t call me ‘gogo’. It’s stupid.” G.O. shoved at Seungho’s head and tried to battle down the arousal caused by having those pouty lips so close to his crotch.
Sticking out his lower lip, Seungho narrowed his eyes at G.O. but refused to move his head. “You’re mean, gogo.” He rolled on his side and draped an arm across G.O.’s waist. “Let me rest for a bit.”
On the last word, his voice trialed into even breathing G.O. recognized as sleep. The man’s face was practically in his crotch and he was sleeping like a baby. G.O. shook his head in pained exasperation. Sometimes the leader was the least manly of them all.
Tearing his gaze from Seungho’s sleeping face, all full lips and soft curves in repose, he tried to pay attention to the images flickering across the television screen. Failing, he found his mind playing through fantasies of Seungho’s mouth wrapped around his cock. The image made him swell a little and he was grateful for the looseness of his sleep pants. Until Seungho shifted and brushed his lips against G.O.’s partially hard cock, causing him to thrust against those lips once before regaining control.
Sucking in long slow breaths, G.O. reminded himself that they were best friends, not fuck buddies, not lovers. He had no business getting all tingly and hot at the slight brush of lips through cloth. Then Seungho did it again and G.O. bit his lip and tightened his thighs to keep from moving. Seungho puffed out a breath in his sleep and nearly had G.O. rolling his eyes back into his brain. Torture, he thought, pure fucking torture.
And his torturer was sleeping through it. How unfair.
With a shift, Seungho moved away from his growing erection and he sighed in equal parts relief and disappointment. He thought of his mom, his grandmother, the ugliest girl in his eighth grade class, anything to put a damper on his arousal. It was working too until lips wrapped around his cock through his sleep pants. The feeling had him gasping and glancing down in shock.
He gasped again in shock as he looked right into Seungho’s glittering eyes. “What are you doing?”
He rubbed his mouth up and down G.O.’s softened length before replying, “What you have been wanting me to do for days now.”
“You knew?”
“Oh yeah.” Seungho grinned and sat up. “Who do you think I was moving for in that chair earlier today? The fangirls?”
They locked gazes for long moments before G.O. stood dragging Seungho up too. “We’ve got some things to discuss. We’ll be in the room.”
The other three waved them off as he dragged Seungho into one of the bedrooms and shut the door. The click of the lock broke the last of their control, lips mashing violently while hands tugged at clothes, seeking the skin beneath. G.O. growling into Seungho’s mouth and bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and a whimper. They stripped each other on the journey to the bed, barely breaking lip contact to pull shirts over heads.
"It was about weeks, not days." He pulled his lips from Seungho's long enough to clarify. Seungho's eyes widened as a grin spread across his lips.
As G.O. stepped out of his pants, Seungho pushed him on to the bed and wrapped his lips around his hard cock. He bopped and sucked like a pro, moaning around the head when G.O. raked fingers through his hair. The vibrations caused G.O. to moan and thrust into his throat. Before he could come, G.O. pulled Seungho’s head up, yanking him up his body for a kiss. G.O. fumbled in the crack between bed frame and mattress for the lube he’d started keeping on hand because of Seungho-focused fantasies.
Seungho broke the kiss and took the lube. Fingers slick with it, he coated G.O.’s cock, lingering over the thick head, fingering the slit beading with precum. Then he turned, bracing himself with one hand and squatting with his ass facing G.O. Using the same lubed fingers he slid one into himself and G.O. growled. When a second finger joined the first, G.O. slid one of his fingers into join Seungho’s and grinned at the moan ripped from the other man.
Together, they stretched Seungho’s asshole until he was shuddering and his bracing arm was quivering, threatening to collapse. Withdrawing his fingers and forcefully removing Seungho’s, G.O. gripped his hips and guided him back on his erection. Watching himself slowly consumed by Seungho’s tight hot body nearly had him coming before he was halfway in. Gritting his teeth, G.O. slid in until Seungho sat on his pelvis, fully encasing him.
“I’m not gonna last long.” It pained him to admit it.
“Me either. Now move.”
Willingly following orders, G.O. pulled out and shoved back in. They moaned together and he noted Seungho’s arm moving, knew he was jacking himself off. The mental image made the next thrust harder and faster. Seungho bounced up and down, twitching his hips and tightening around G.O. until he couldn’t hold back anymore. Coming with teeth-clenching intensity, he stayed firmly seated in Seungho’s body but sat up just enough to reach around for the other man’s cock.
He took over jacking Seungho off. Cum shot onto his hand and the sheet as Seungho shuddered against him. He let Seungho slid sideways and grabbed the blanket crumpled at the foot of the bed. Covering them both, he wrapped an arm around Seungho’s waist, feeling the other man shivering.
“You okay?”
A nod but he continued to shiver.
“You’d never done that before.” Crap, G.O. thought.
“No.”
Silence broken only by brief eruptions of laughter from the other room filled the air. Crap, G.O. thought for a second time. I don’t know anything about this. It was my first time with a guy too.
Seungho rolled over stiffly making G.O. wonder if he hurt. “I’m sorry.”
The words, trembling on the edge of G.O.’s tongue but coming out of Seungho’s mouth, caught him off guard. “Why are you apologizing?”
“Because of my lack of experience.”
G.O. blinked at him. “I didn’t know. You seemed so sure. I only realized after.”
“Oh. So it was ok?”
He looked at Seungho’s shy eyes and smile. “It was more than ok but I don’t have anything to compare it to.”
“You’ve never been with a guy either?” Seungho seemed shocked.
“Nope. You’re my first.”
“Oh. So it could’ve been awful and you wouldn’t know it.”
“Exactly. Which is why we should do it again as soon as possible and as often as possible so we can both have something to compare it too.”
Seungho’s face broke into a brilliant smile. “You’re absolutely right. Very practical. It’s why I keep you around.”
Hugging G.O. around the waist, Seungho slid into sleep while G.O. stroked his hair and murmured, “One day you’ll keep me around because you love me too.”