dreams
Title: Reaching for the Phone - Pt. 2
Pairing: Joon/Rain
Rating: NC-17
A/N: since kiri and rayflo requested a smutty sequel. read Pt. 1 here
Dream of him, he did. When exhaustion latched on and pulled Joon into the abyss of his subconscious, he dreamed of silky black hair and heavily-muscled shoulders. Strong, hard fingers stroked down his spine, bumping back up over each vertebrae. They tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugged his head up for a kiss so gentle, so seductive, it belied the rough hold of his hair. Bi's lips slipped away, caressed along his jaw, nipping at his earlobe, the thick bone at the base of his neck. He felt the older man's tongue touch his heated skin, swirling it, lapping centimeter by centimeter down his back.
Joon moaned, a soft sound into his pillow, and arched into that hot teasing touch. Hands, toughened from hours of training, pinned his shoulders to the bed while Bi's body kept his hips pressed into the mattress. He wanted to move closer, press fully along Bi's skin until it felt like he was being absorbed into the other man.
Lips across the top curve of his ass had him jerking, a tongue licking between the taut globes had him whimpering in anticipation. It felt so good, so delicious, so sinful. The wetness, the heat all felt so much more than it ever had in other dreams. He wondered dazedly if his imagination was improving or if his subconscious was just out to torture him.
Bi's hands left his shoulders in order to spread his ass cheeks, allowing Bi's tongue to touch and torment Joon's pucker. His nerve endings flashed red. He moaned and pushed back on the tongue. The moist heat and firm flesh breached the ring of muscle and he literally began to quiver. A finger joined Bi's tongue, widening him, stretching him until he wanted to scream. Stop. More. I don't know. Oh my god, I don't know. More more more more.
Something clicked, like a cap being popped open, and liquid, warm and soothing, slid over his asshole. Joon sighed then did scream - muffling it in the pillow- when something much larger than a tongue or a finger pressed against his virgin ass, pushed slowly past the already aching muscle. Bi's long fingers stroked over his ass, down his thighs, before settling on his hips.
“Is this what you dream about, Joonie-ah?”
The whisper, right into his ear, startled Joon. Bi never spoke in his dreams. Ever. With that thought, the warm and sexy grip of the sandman fell away to the reality of Bi leaning over him. Naked, aroused Bi leaning over him, penetrating his ass ever so lightly.
And Bi had figured out Joon's dreams. There was no denying Joon's willingness to participate so far nor any denying his hard cock dangling towards the mattress.
Shit.
“Now, don't tense up. It makes things more painful.” Bi's voice held laughter and Joon buried his flushed face in the pillow.
There was a deep sigh and the cock pressed into his ass vanished. Bi flipped him onto his back and grabbed his chin as he tried to turn away. “I wasn't mocking you. I was laughing at myself.”
Joon looked at him questioningly but Bi waved it aside. “Tell me. Is this what you dream about?”
“Y-yea.” His voice shook. Just a little.
“Me too.” Bi smiled and kissed Joon's open mouth. With an ease, a confidence Joon envied, Bi repositioned him and slipped the head of his cock inside Joon's ass.
Joon moaned into Bi's mouth, touched the other man's tongue, and shifted his hips up. Both men growled and Bi straightened.
“Jack off. I want to see you with your hand wrapped around your cock.” Bi inhaled sharply as Joon followed his order.
Pupils dilated till his eyes looked pure black, Bi watched Joon's fingers slide up, down and around his cock. Then he exhaled and moved deeper in Joon's body. The lube only minimized the burning in Joon's ass so a fire raced up his spine. Tingled his scalp. The sparks and flames skipped down his arm, into his fingers before settling hotly in his cock. He reveled in the burn. The friction of Bi's flesh against his own burned him, reduced him to nothing, purified him.
His hand sped up with Bi's increasingly frantic thrusts. Joon locked his ankles at the small of Bi's back, racing through and drowning in a fire that grew in both his flesh and his heart. As he came apart, nothing but ashes left, he felt sure, Bi dug fingers into his hips, ground their mouths together and shuddered to climax in Joon's clenching body.
Minutes, decades later, Joon realized his body was not cooling cinders and he had just had a merry fuck with the man who was, in fact, his boss. A new heat cruised through his body. Embarrassment tickled his throat. What was there to say? What was there to do?
Bi rolled onto his back and sighed. He pulled Joon against his side, one hand clamped possessively on his ass. “Next time you call me in the middle of the night, talk dirty to me. No point in either of us suffering in silence.”
“Next time.” Joon croaked past the lump in his throat.
Bi turned his head, looked into Joon's startled face. “If that's what you want. Because I have plenty of my own dreams to make into reality.”
Pairing: Joon/Rain
Rating: NC-17
A/N: since kiri and rayflo requested a smutty sequel. read Pt. 1 here
Dream of him, he did. When exhaustion latched on and pulled Joon into the abyss of his subconscious, he dreamed of silky black hair and heavily-muscled shoulders. Strong, hard fingers stroked down his spine, bumping back up over each vertebrae. They tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugged his head up for a kiss so gentle, so seductive, it belied the rough hold of his hair. Bi's lips slipped away, caressed along his jaw, nipping at his earlobe, the thick bone at the base of his neck. He felt the older man's tongue touch his heated skin, swirling it, lapping centimeter by centimeter down his back.
Joon moaned, a soft sound into his pillow, and arched into that hot teasing touch. Hands, toughened from hours of training, pinned his shoulders to the bed while Bi's body kept his hips pressed into the mattress. He wanted to move closer, press fully along Bi's skin until it felt like he was being absorbed into the other man.
Lips across the top curve of his ass had him jerking, a tongue licking between the taut globes had him whimpering in anticipation. It felt so good, so delicious, so sinful. The wetness, the heat all felt so much more than it ever had in other dreams. He wondered dazedly if his imagination was improving or if his subconscious was just out to torture him.
Bi's hands left his shoulders in order to spread his ass cheeks, allowing Bi's tongue to touch and torment Joon's pucker. His nerve endings flashed red. He moaned and pushed back on the tongue. The moist heat and firm flesh breached the ring of muscle and he literally began to quiver. A finger joined Bi's tongue, widening him, stretching him until he wanted to scream. Stop. More. I don't know. Oh my god, I don't know. More more more more.
Something clicked, like a cap being popped open, and liquid, warm and soothing, slid over his asshole. Joon sighed then did scream - muffling it in the pillow- when something much larger than a tongue or a finger pressed against his virgin ass, pushed slowly past the already aching muscle. Bi's long fingers stroked over his ass, down his thighs, before settling on his hips.
“Is this what you dream about, Joonie-ah?”
The whisper, right into his ear, startled Joon. Bi never spoke in his dreams. Ever. With that thought, the warm and sexy grip of the sandman fell away to the reality of Bi leaning over him. Naked, aroused Bi leaning over him, penetrating his ass ever so lightly.
And Bi had figured out Joon's dreams. There was no denying Joon's willingness to participate so far nor any denying his hard cock dangling towards the mattress.
Shit.
“Now, don't tense up. It makes things more painful.” Bi's voice held laughter and Joon buried his flushed face in the pillow.
There was a deep sigh and the cock pressed into his ass vanished. Bi flipped him onto his back and grabbed his chin as he tried to turn away. “I wasn't mocking you. I was laughing at myself.”
Joon looked at him questioningly but Bi waved it aside. “Tell me. Is this what you dream about?”
“Y-yea.” His voice shook. Just a little.
“Me too.” Bi smiled and kissed Joon's open mouth. With an ease, a confidence Joon envied, Bi repositioned him and slipped the head of his cock inside Joon's ass.
Joon moaned into Bi's mouth, touched the other man's tongue, and shifted his hips up. Both men growled and Bi straightened.
“Jack off. I want to see you with your hand wrapped around your cock.” Bi inhaled sharply as Joon followed his order.
Pupils dilated till his eyes looked pure black, Bi watched Joon's fingers slide up, down and around his cock. Then he exhaled and moved deeper in Joon's body. The lube only minimized the burning in Joon's ass so a fire raced up his spine. Tingled his scalp. The sparks and flames skipped down his arm, into his fingers before settling hotly in his cock. He reveled in the burn. The friction of Bi's flesh against his own burned him, reduced him to nothing, purified him.
His hand sped up with Bi's increasingly frantic thrusts. Joon locked his ankles at the small of Bi's back, racing through and drowning in a fire that grew in both his flesh and his heart. As he came apart, nothing but ashes left, he felt sure, Bi dug fingers into his hips, ground their mouths together and shuddered to climax in Joon's clenching body.
Minutes, decades later, Joon realized his body was not cooling cinders and he had just had a merry fuck with the man who was, in fact, his boss. A new heat cruised through his body. Embarrassment tickled his throat. What was there to say? What was there to do?
Bi rolled onto his back and sighed. He pulled Joon against his side, one hand clamped possessively on his ass. “Next time you call me in the middle of the night, talk dirty to me. No point in either of us suffering in silence.”
“Next time.” Joon croaked past the lump in his throat.
Bi turned his head, looked into Joon's startled face. “If that's what you want. Because I have plenty of my own dreams to make into reality.”