first smut in....months
Title: My Turn
Pairing: Cheondoong/Mir
Rating: NC-17
For: ilovewonbin
Request: Cheondoong wants to top so he surprise-attacks Mir. Mir is VERY sensitive on his nipples and Cheondoong has a nipple fetish.
Mir didn't notice him leaning against the wall behind the bedroom door. He failed to noticed the man watching him as he whistled while dropping the oversized bath towel. He didn't notice the hungry gaze eating up every inch of his side view as he slipped on his favorite polka-dot pajama pants. He continued to whistle, oblivious to his observer as he flicked on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light. He slid under his fluffy blanket and moaned a little as the mattress cupped his tired body lovingly.
He didn't notice the figure moving towards him as he reached out a bare arm to turn off the lamp. He did notice when long, deceptively strong, fingers wrapped around his wrist. He noticed when a voice, a very familiar voice growled in an unfamiliar way "Leave it on. I want to see you."
"What?" His eyes widened as he took in his naked lover, belatedly noticed the door was closed. He really needed to start paying more attention to his surroundings. He hadn't even heard it shut. Probably, knowing his intelligent and thorough lover, the door was also locked against potential intrusions. Like Joon deciding he needed ramen at midnight or G.O. thinking it would be a good time to show up drunk with unneeded and often questionable advice on life and love.
"Doongie, what are you-" Lips latching onto one of his bare nipples while fingers pinched the other one cut off his question. He gasped and arched up, wanting more of Cheondoong's lips and fingers. His all-too-knowing tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while his fingers rolled Mir's other nipple, gave it a little tug just to hear him moan.
"Oh god. Oh shit." Mir trembled and tried to latch onto Cheondoong's hair or shoulders but his wrists were clasped above his head in one strong grip. His cock twitched as teeth skimmed over his nipple. It hardened when those same teeth bit down just on the right side of too hard. He bucked his hips and twisted his arms, wanting to take over, wanting to end this torment, wanting to cause Cheondoong torment.
Instead his normally submissive lover growled and continued to torture his nipples with tongue and teeth and lips. Cheondoong's free hand left one nipple bereft of attention so it could trace its way down Mir's quivering abdomen and into his tented pajama pants. Those slender fingers wrapped around Mir's cock while his mouth moved to Mir's unattended nipple. Rough sucking on one nipple, cool air brushing over the other distended nipple, and a strong hand circling and caressing his cock had Mir biting back a scream. It came out as a strangled gasp.
He was on fire, consumed, burning up. He begged Cheondoong to stop, leave his nipples alone, let him touch back for heaven's sake but Cheondoong just chuckled around the nipple in his mouth. The rush of hot, staccato-ed air sent Mir into more moans.
Mir felt Cheondoong release his cock, felt his pants shoved down his legs. The slightly older boy crawled between Mir's legs, leaving his ankles caught in the loose pajama pants. He stopped tormenting Mir's nipples long enough to look into his lover's face and smile. He leaned down, caught red panting lips in his own. Mir sighed into his mouth. The kiss was seduction and softness and warm lovemaking.
He slipped into and under the promise of the kiss, so many warm waves that it took seconds for the shock of slick lube between his ass cheeks to register. He gasped and pulled away from Cheondoong's lips. Unrepentant, Cheondoong smiled. "My turn, baby. My turn. You'll like it, I promise."
Mir wanted to argue. He wasn't a bottom for fuck's sake. But the feel of Cheondoong's long, slick fingers slowly stretching him dissipated any arguments. He moaned and found himself riding Cheondoong's hand in much the same way he'd witnessed, and enjoyed, Cheondoong doing. He felt full yet empty and bore down to find something to fill that emptiness. Cheondoong's fingers withdrew and his cock slowly slipped into Mir's untrained but eager body.
He was stretched to his limit, Mir thought. He would tear apart, explode, if Cheondoong continued. He didn't tear apart, didn't explode. He gasped, sobbed, trembled as streaks of fire slid up his spine and down his arms. Arms free to latch onto his lover. So he did, locking them around Cheondoong's back, sinking short nails into pale flesh. The emptiness vanished and he locked eyes with the man above him. Caught in that lust-darkened gaze, Mir rode and was ridden until his flesh felt like flames and his peripheral vision failed. All he felt was Cheondoong inside him, above him. All he saw was Cheondoong's hungry gaze.
One hand wrapped his cock and Cheondoong jacked him off until he came on his abdomen, clenching and squeezing the cock in his ass. Cheondoong growled his name and came with shuddering intensity. He collapsed on top of Mir and Mir's arms slid off his back. They gasped and panted for an eternity before Cheondoong managed to slip out of Mir's ass and roll off his sweaty body.
As he was cuddled against that long, lean frame he enjoyed so much, Mir murmured, "Couldn't we have done this before my shower?"
Pairing: Cheondoong/Mir
Rating: NC-17
For: ilovewonbin
Request: Cheondoong wants to top so he surprise-attacks Mir. Mir is VERY sensitive on his nipples and Cheondoong has a nipple fetish.
Mir didn't notice him leaning against the wall behind the bedroom door. He failed to noticed the man watching him as he whistled while dropping the oversized bath towel. He didn't notice the hungry gaze eating up every inch of his side view as he slipped on his favorite polka-dot pajama pants. He continued to whistle, oblivious to his observer as he flicked on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light. He slid under his fluffy blanket and moaned a little as the mattress cupped his tired body lovingly.
He didn't notice the figure moving towards him as he reached out a bare arm to turn off the lamp. He did notice when long, deceptively strong, fingers wrapped around his wrist. He noticed when a voice, a very familiar voice growled in an unfamiliar way "Leave it on. I want to see you."
"What?" His eyes widened as he took in his naked lover, belatedly noticed the door was closed. He really needed to start paying more attention to his surroundings. He hadn't even heard it shut. Probably, knowing his intelligent and thorough lover, the door was also locked against potential intrusions. Like Joon deciding he needed ramen at midnight or G.O. thinking it would be a good time to show up drunk with unneeded and often questionable advice on life and love.
"Doongie, what are you-" Lips latching onto one of his bare nipples while fingers pinched the other one cut off his question. He gasped and arched up, wanting more of Cheondoong's lips and fingers. His all-too-knowing tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while his fingers rolled Mir's other nipple, gave it a little tug just to hear him moan.
"Oh god. Oh shit." Mir trembled and tried to latch onto Cheondoong's hair or shoulders but his wrists were clasped above his head in one strong grip. His cock twitched as teeth skimmed over his nipple. It hardened when those same teeth bit down just on the right side of too hard. He bucked his hips and twisted his arms, wanting to take over, wanting to end this torment, wanting to cause Cheondoong torment.
Instead his normally submissive lover growled and continued to torture his nipples with tongue and teeth and lips. Cheondoong's free hand left one nipple bereft of attention so it could trace its way down Mir's quivering abdomen and into his tented pajama pants. Those slender fingers wrapped around Mir's cock while his mouth moved to Mir's unattended nipple. Rough sucking on one nipple, cool air brushing over the other distended nipple, and a strong hand circling and caressing his cock had Mir biting back a scream. It came out as a strangled gasp.
He was on fire, consumed, burning up. He begged Cheondoong to stop, leave his nipples alone, let him touch back for heaven's sake but Cheondoong just chuckled around the nipple in his mouth. The rush of hot, staccato-ed air sent Mir into more moans.
Mir felt Cheondoong release his cock, felt his pants shoved down his legs. The slightly older boy crawled between Mir's legs, leaving his ankles caught in the loose pajama pants. He stopped tormenting Mir's nipples long enough to look into his lover's face and smile. He leaned down, caught red panting lips in his own. Mir sighed into his mouth. The kiss was seduction and softness and warm lovemaking.
He slipped into and under the promise of the kiss, so many warm waves that it took seconds for the shock of slick lube between his ass cheeks to register. He gasped and pulled away from Cheondoong's lips. Unrepentant, Cheondoong smiled. "My turn, baby. My turn. You'll like it, I promise."
Mir wanted to argue. He wasn't a bottom for fuck's sake. But the feel of Cheondoong's long, slick fingers slowly stretching him dissipated any arguments. He moaned and found himself riding Cheondoong's hand in much the same way he'd witnessed, and enjoyed, Cheondoong doing. He felt full yet empty and bore down to find something to fill that emptiness. Cheondoong's fingers withdrew and his cock slowly slipped into Mir's untrained but eager body.
He was stretched to his limit, Mir thought. He would tear apart, explode, if Cheondoong continued. He didn't tear apart, didn't explode. He gasped, sobbed, trembled as streaks of fire slid up his spine and down his arms. Arms free to latch onto his lover. So he did, locking them around Cheondoong's back, sinking short nails into pale flesh. The emptiness vanished and he locked eyes with the man above him. Caught in that lust-darkened gaze, Mir rode and was ridden until his flesh felt like flames and his peripheral vision failed. All he felt was Cheondoong inside him, above him. All he saw was Cheondoong's hungry gaze.
One hand wrapped his cock and Cheondoong jacked him off until he came on his abdomen, clenching and squeezing the cock in his ass. Cheondoong growled his name and came with shuddering intensity. He collapsed on top of Mir and Mir's arms slid off his back. They gasped and panted for an eternity before Cheondoong managed to slip out of Mir's ass and roll off his sweaty body.
As he was cuddled against that long, lean frame he enjoyed so much, Mir murmured, "Couldn't we have done this before my shower?"