Disarm Me *drabble*
Pairing: HimUp
Rating: M
Length: 1K
I'm doing a kink bingo and a 100 Writing Prompts Challenge and this drabble fulfilled one box on each for me so yeah... It's short and stupid but I just wanted to try something new I guess.
Kink Bingo- rubbing/grinding
100 Writing Prompts Challenge- dance
The reason Himchan went to the club all the way across town wasn’t because they served the best drinks like he had told Yongguk. And it wasn’t that they played the best techno music like he had mentioned once to Youngjae.
The real reason was a little more complex and a hell of a lot more embarrassing.
And it stood about twenty feet away from him currently grinding its tiny ass against some newbie that looked about ten seconds away from passing out.
Himchan growled as he made a path through the crowded floor and grabbed the surprised boy away from the Three Pump Chump and backwards into his arms. “I told you I’d be here at eight-thirty.” He bit down sharply on the exposed shoulder as he led them into a dim corner of the dance floor, away from everyone’s view. “Dammit Jongup, I’ve told you that I don’t like seeing other men’s hands on you.”
“I got lonely.” The soft voice was one he hadn’t heard in an entire seven days and it went straight from Himchan’s ears and down to his much neglected cock. “You were late.”
“Fifteen minutes.” He smoothed his hands down the thin tank top and let his fingers dance their way across the hem until the smaller boy whined. “Traffic was a bitch and I have to drive almost an hour to get here.”
His annoyance was forgotten as soon as he felt Jongup start to move his body to the pulsing beat and every brush of his ass against Himchan’s jeans made his dick twitch with want.
“Maybe you should leave earlier.” Jongup teased, throwing his head back against Himchan’s shoulder. The thin skin over his pulse was still barely bruised from last weekend and it made Himchan even harder to think about him walking around all week with his mark. He wondered if he tried to cover it up or wore it proudly.
“Maybe you should just wait patiently like a good boy.” He jerked Jongup tighter against him and swayed to the music, the both of them forgetting their argument for a moment. “Did you miss me?”
Jongup snorted and opened his mouth, no doubt to reply with a sarcastic remark but Himchan stopped him with a quick squeeze to the front of his track pants.
“Think carefully about your answer.”
It was obvious Jongup was dying to be a smartass. Himchan could read it all over his face but the need to get off was overcoming his need to backtalk.
“Yes, yes.” He murmured, falling further into Himchan’s embrace. His hand behind him for Himchan’s hair and he tugged sharply just like he had learned Himchan liked it. “You’re taking too long.”
Himchan wanted to slap the attitude out of his disarmingly innocent tone. He wanted to lock him in his bedroom and not let him out no matter how much he begged. He wanted to break him.
“Maybe I like to take my time.” Soft fingers slipped under the hem of his pants. “Have you ever known me to give you what you want.”
“No.” Jongup spat out bitterly, yanking harder on his hair. “You’re a goddamn cock tease.”
With a grin Himchan darted his hand underneath the silky pants and wrapped a fist around the now fully hard and aching length. “Have I told you how much I love that you don’t wear underwear?”
“I live to serve you.” Jongup retorted dryly as he fucked into the tight grasp. “Fuck, can you just…”
Himchan licked a fat stripe up the arch of his sweaty neck and it was exactly what Jongup needed to sigh happily and relax into his arms. His pants were so tight by now that Himchan was wincing with pain every time Jongup bucked into him. He needed to step his game up or he was going to get off first and this wasn’t junior fucking high.
“Your bruises are fading.” He grinned into the slope of his jaw when Jongup whimpered. “Should I redo them?”
The head on his shoulder tilted further to give him more access in answer. Jongup’s lip was red and puffy where had been chewing on it and Himchan wanted nothing more than to suck it between his teeth and lave at it with his tongue.
But whatever sick and fucked up relationship they had developed over the last few months they had silently drew the line at that.
Regrets.
Because right now all Himchan could think about was what Jongup tasted like and if he was a soft kisser, all lips and fluttering eyelids against his cheek, or if he was teeth and clashing and blood.
His teeth clamped down harder than he had meant to, but Jongup didn’t seem to mind if the strangled moan was any indication. Himchan rubbed his thumb across his tip, smearing the liquid into his shaky hand. The clenching of Jongup’s stomach muscles against his palm were a sign he was mere seconds away from collapse so Himchan let go of his neck and moved his mouth to the most sensitive spot he had found so far on Jongup’s unbelievably responsive body.
“Maybe next time I’ll drag you into the bathroom.” Jongup shivered and whined when Himchan’s wet lips blew against his ear. “Lock the door and bend you over the sink.” His hand slid further up Jongup’s chest until he could feel his heartbeat pounding against his palm. “Or should I hold your head down and fuck your mouth so hard so that you gag.”
Jongup was vibrating in his arms and he hadn’t opened his eyes in minutes. “Himchan…” He panted his name once, twice, three times until Himchan silenced him with a hand slapped over his mouth. His name was a muffled scream as Jongup jerked one last time against him before slumping over, body spent and slack.
“Good boy.” Himchan smiled against his sweat-slicked hair. “If I see you dancing with another man next week I won’t be back for a month.”
Even though he looked a second away from sleep, Jongup managed to nod and keep himself on his feet. “And if I hear from my cousin that you’ve flirted with your secretary again I’ll make you watch while I touch every man in this club.”
Himchan laughed, his teeth glinting in the darkness. “You’d still be my secretary if you hadn’t of quit, Jongup. It could be you I was flirting with.”
Jongup shrugged, but his eyes looked wary. “They frown on worker and worker relationships.” His gaze met Himchan’s and he was struck with how determined Jongup looked. “I didn’t want you to be fired.”
“But…” Himchan thought back to when Jongup had quit almost six months ago. “We hadn’t even done anything when you quit? Your cousin told me about this club afterwards and you just happened to be here?”
With a sly wink, Jongup pressed a kiss to the corner of Himchan’s lips. “See you next week, Himchan.”
Rating: M
Length: 1K
I'm doing a kink bingo and a 100 Writing Prompts Challenge and this drabble fulfilled one box on each for me so yeah... It's short and stupid but I just wanted to try something new I guess.
Kink Bingo- rubbing/grinding
100 Writing Prompts Challenge- dance
The reason Himchan went to the club all the way across town wasn’t because they served the best drinks like he had told Yongguk. And it wasn’t that they played the best techno music like he had mentioned once to Youngjae.
The real reason was a little more complex and a hell of a lot more embarrassing.
And it stood about twenty feet away from him currently grinding its tiny ass against some newbie that looked about ten seconds away from passing out.
Himchan growled as he made a path through the crowded floor and grabbed the surprised boy away from the Three Pump Chump and backwards into his arms. “I told you I’d be here at eight-thirty.” He bit down sharply on the exposed shoulder as he led them into a dim corner of the dance floor, away from everyone’s view. “Dammit Jongup, I’ve told you that I don’t like seeing other men’s hands on you.”
“I got lonely.” The soft voice was one he hadn’t heard in an entire seven days and it went straight from Himchan’s ears and down to his much neglected cock. “You were late.”
“Fifteen minutes.” He smoothed his hands down the thin tank top and let his fingers dance their way across the hem until the smaller boy whined. “Traffic was a bitch and I have to drive almost an hour to get here.”
His annoyance was forgotten as soon as he felt Jongup start to move his body to the pulsing beat and every brush of his ass against Himchan’s jeans made his dick twitch with want.
“Maybe you should leave earlier.” Jongup teased, throwing his head back against Himchan’s shoulder. The thin skin over his pulse was still barely bruised from last weekend and it made Himchan even harder to think about him walking around all week with his mark. He wondered if he tried to cover it up or wore it proudly.
“Maybe you should just wait patiently like a good boy.” He jerked Jongup tighter against him and swayed to the music, the both of them forgetting their argument for a moment. “Did you miss me?”
Jongup snorted and opened his mouth, no doubt to reply with a sarcastic remark but Himchan stopped him with a quick squeeze to the front of his track pants.
“Think carefully about your answer.”
It was obvious Jongup was dying to be a smartass. Himchan could read it all over his face but the need to get off was overcoming his need to backtalk.
“Yes, yes.” He murmured, falling further into Himchan’s embrace. His hand behind him for Himchan’s hair and he tugged sharply just like he had learned Himchan liked it. “You’re taking too long.”
Himchan wanted to slap the attitude out of his disarmingly innocent tone. He wanted to lock him in his bedroom and not let him out no matter how much he begged. He wanted to break him.
“Maybe I like to take my time.” Soft fingers slipped under the hem of his pants. “Have you ever known me to give you what you want.”
“No.” Jongup spat out bitterly, yanking harder on his hair. “You’re a goddamn cock tease.”
With a grin Himchan darted his hand underneath the silky pants and wrapped a fist around the now fully hard and aching length. “Have I told you how much I love that you don’t wear underwear?”
“I live to serve you.” Jongup retorted dryly as he fucked into the tight grasp. “Fuck, can you just…”
Himchan licked a fat stripe up the arch of his sweaty neck and it was exactly what Jongup needed to sigh happily and relax into his arms. His pants were so tight by now that Himchan was wincing with pain every time Jongup bucked into him. He needed to step his game up or he was going to get off first and this wasn’t junior fucking high.
“Your bruises are fading.” He grinned into the slope of his jaw when Jongup whimpered. “Should I redo them?”
The head on his shoulder tilted further to give him more access in answer. Jongup’s lip was red and puffy where had been chewing on it and Himchan wanted nothing more than to suck it between his teeth and lave at it with his tongue.
But whatever sick and fucked up relationship they had developed over the last few months they had silently drew the line at that.
Regrets.
Because right now all Himchan could think about was what Jongup tasted like and if he was a soft kisser, all lips and fluttering eyelids against his cheek, or if he was teeth and clashing and blood.
His teeth clamped down harder than he had meant to, but Jongup didn’t seem to mind if the strangled moan was any indication. Himchan rubbed his thumb across his tip, smearing the liquid into his shaky hand. The clenching of Jongup’s stomach muscles against his palm were a sign he was mere seconds away from collapse so Himchan let go of his neck and moved his mouth to the most sensitive spot he had found so far on Jongup’s unbelievably responsive body.
“Maybe next time I’ll drag you into the bathroom.” Jongup shivered and whined when Himchan’s wet lips blew against his ear. “Lock the door and bend you over the sink.” His hand slid further up Jongup’s chest until he could feel his heartbeat pounding against his palm. “Or should I hold your head down and fuck your mouth so hard so that you gag.”
Jongup was vibrating in his arms and he hadn’t opened his eyes in minutes. “Himchan…” He panted his name once, twice, three times until Himchan silenced him with a hand slapped over his mouth. His name was a muffled scream as Jongup jerked one last time against him before slumping over, body spent and slack.
“Good boy.” Himchan smiled against his sweat-slicked hair. “If I see you dancing with another man next week I won’t be back for a month.”
Even though he looked a second away from sleep, Jongup managed to nod and keep himself on his feet. “And if I hear from my cousin that you’ve flirted with your secretary again I’ll make you watch while I touch every man in this club.”
Himchan laughed, his teeth glinting in the darkness. “You’d still be my secretary if you hadn’t of quit, Jongup. It could be you I was flirting with.”
Jongup shrugged, but his eyes looked wary. “They frown on worker and worker relationships.” His gaze met Himchan’s and he was struck with how determined Jongup looked. “I didn’t want you to be fired.”
“But…” Himchan thought back to when Jongup had quit almost six months ago. “We hadn’t even done anything when you quit? Your cousin told me about this club afterwards and you just happened to be here?”
With a sly wink, Jongup pressed a kiss to the corner of Himchan’s lips. “See you next week, Himchan.”