Starry Eyed
Title: Starry Eyed
Pairing: Daejae
Rating: PG-17
Type: One Shot
Genre: Angst/Smut
A/N: Mentioned drug use
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Hit me with lightning.
Starry-eyed. Glass contraptions in sockets. The room was dark, dull, the walls painted with an unexcitable shade of gray. They sat, cross legged on the bed, facing each other. Everybody's starry-eyed. The candle by the bed emoting a faint glow. Melting the pill into a bubbling liquid. Excitable. The needle sucked up that excitable fluid. It warmed the unfeeling glass of the syringe; sent electricity surging through youngjae's body. This part always came as a shock for him. Clammy hands; quickened heartbeats. A whisper, a ritual. "Are you ready?" A trusting nod of submission and the needles disappeared beneath the thin layer of flesh on their arms. Excitable liquid mixing with blood; bubbling champaign streaming through crimson. A promise of heated contact. Widening of pupils; vision locked onto the finer things. Everybody's starry-eyed. Reality disappeared into the faint glow of midnight and the galaxy appeared at their doorstep.
Hit me with lightning-
A burst of colors and their minds spin like carousels. The world was their keleidoscope, the peeling walls of the room vanished, replaced by velvet. Hearts beating faster than rain. Next thing, they're touching.Youngjae felt a flurry of fingers run across the buttons on his shirt. They flew in all directions; symphony of disorder. Euphoria pulsed through their veins, youngjae wondered if it was the needled champaign in his blood or if it was the volatilility of two bodies in such close proximity.
Breath quickens; fabric unfolds beneath their hands. Torsos were bare, down to the last detail. Heightened touch; every brush of fingers was a car crash. Youngjae was blinded by ecstasy, all he could hear was the pounding of his heart by his ears. All he could feel was the friction upon his bare chest. And then the fingers found his face, cupping his cheeks, desperately pulling him closer. But how much closer can closeness get. Next thing, their lips met. The taste of his lips were exquisite against his tongue. Youngjae lost track of the mental note he made of the exact formulations of the taste of his kiss. But he knew the figures added up to perfection.
"I want you." those words ghosted past the shell of youngjae's ears. But youngjae was lost. He could only reply with the quickening of his heartbeat; the straining of flesh against his pants. Soon daehyun's lips were on his abdomen. Ticklish as a child; electrifying. He left a trail of butterflies down youngjae. Ginger bread trail; unleashing a less child-like hunger. His pants were tugged off; quickly, more flurrying of hands. Then daehyun engulfed him. Star-struck; heightened lust. Youngjae's eyes were clouded; film of pleasure blocking out the light. Hushed moans slipped past his lips and filled the room with a pale shade of gold. One that matched the color of that liquid that was now in their blood. Youngjae was reduced to a writhing mess under daehyun's tongue. Skilled; carefully careless. Fingers locked tightly in daehyun's hair; handlebars, as if the lack of gravity might take him away. The coarseness of daehyun's hair felt smooth between his fingers. But they were pried off. Denied.
Youngjae's legs were hooked around daehyun's neck. More blood rushed to his head, his mind was set in a whirlpool. The ship taking its captain down with it. His eyes strained from the added pressure. "Are you ready?" a whisper; a ritual; a sacred vow. Another trusting nod; biting of lips in anticipation that was laced with fear.
Take me in-
It came. Sudden; painful. Quick as lightning. It left youngjae breathless; drowning in vacuum. Hands gripped the sheets; knuckles turning white to match. Every thrust sent a heated trail along youngjae's spine. Unintended whimpers escaped his lips. He was blinded. Starry-eyed. The milkyway appeared overhead, silhouette of heaven reflected on the sheets. His lips were captured again. Hungry; ravished. Their tongues danced behind their cheeks in timelessness. Sweet spot. Fingers dug into daehyun's back. A flash of pain. But it didn't matter. All daehyun could feel was the tightening of muscles, the softness of skin beneath him.
"Y-youngjae..." breathless whispers through bitten lips. Flesh around teeth growing pale from the pressure. The room was a symphony of noises. It bounced off the wall in cacophonous routine, into their ears. It fueled a fire within them. Brighter than stars; warmer than flames. The liquid mixing with their blood intensified every collide. Sweat trickled; forming a glaze over their heated skin. They glowed in the candlelight. Two figures; fused. Their names slipped past each other's tongues mindlessly. None needing recognition; just acknowledgement of pure want.
A clenching within them. Familiar, yet it caught them off guard every time. Excitable wave of delicious heat. Shortness of breaths. Guttural moans; strings of white. Pleasure that was sacred yet daunting; forbidden fruit, one that daehyun and youngjae were far too acquainted with. Youngjae's vision was amassed by grey. Flickering; darting. They collapsed into each other. Everybody's starry-eyed.
The golden hue washed from the room. Velvets tore from the walls. It was returned to an inglorious shade of run-down. Pulse settles; pupils diminishing. The liquid that lined itself in the crevices of youngjae's mind paled slightly. Reality was the stained sheets and candle that was burning out. Dripping wax; draining of euphoria.
The two figures lay side by side, facing each other. Absence of touch; cold space between. Like puppets left in the shadows. Resting; waiting; unused. Youngjae caught a glimpse of daehyun's eyes. Pupils diminishing; glow of the candle. His eyes were beautiful. The stars vanished from the milkyway. Sent down to earth in the form of his- glass contraptions in sockets. And youngjae let himself drown in the auburn. He watched as the last of the drug swam past his eyes. He tried to cling on to the bubbles that escaped, cling on to the escape it provided, but he couldn't. He was left with cold reality. Heart wrench; headache. This wasn't supposed to happen. Their relationship was based on the baseness of lust. They wanted each other for that. Nothing more. Pure animalistic wants. But somewhere between the heated spoons; the flash of pain; the gentle brushes; the wave of incomparable pleasure, it happened.
Handlebars- youngjae let go of them for daehyun. Spiraling; gasping. Into the nothingness that was known as emotions. He watched as daehyun pulled the sheets over them. Daehyun shut his eyes and turned to face away. Cold distance; hollow dreams. More tears, like dripping wax, to match the questionable stains on the sheets. He turned away to face the flame. His face was set in a glow. Soothing heat; warm cheeks. Youngjae was willing. Needles; withdrawal, clammy hands. He tore himself apart for daehyun. Unlaced his being. Broken piece by broken piece. It was a vicious cycle that youngjae needed. It was his oxygen; lifeline. Lust that needed to be satiated. He watched as the flame flickered in front of his eyes. The brightness paled in comparison to daehyun's eyes.
Eyes; shut. Daehyun tried to fall asleep. Withdrawal. But not from the bittersweet pleasure of that pale liquid. No. Withdrawal from the touch of his skin. Daehyun didn't know when it happened. Somewhere between the guilt of plunging them from heaven back to hell again and the softness in youngjae's eyes. His starry eyes. Dripping wax; passing time. Daehyun's lips; floodgates, keeping those words from escaping. Those three words he could never bear to say. He was the devil, they were both corrupt. Staring up at the facade heaven from the pits of hell. A galvanized roof that they could no longer dream of reaching. How much further down destruction can daehyun bear to make youngjae walk. They exist because of pleasure. Nothing more. And daehyun was afraid to break that thin bond. Spider web; fragile thread. Weak, afraid of rejection, like everyone else. They were but puppets of the syringe that lined up against their skin. But there was something more to youngjae. Daehyun was willing to set himself on fire to guide him through the darkness that was reality. But the flames that now burnt down to ashes blinded him, he was terribly lost as well, in feelings that he'd rather not have. Youngjae was a paper plane. And he was nothing more than a crease on his wings. Fated to fall; crash; burn. But they needed each other somehow. Daehyun shut his eyes, hoping he'd dream of something besides youngjae's starry eyes. Glass contraptions in sockets. But he couldn't-
Youngjae had hit him with lightning.
Two figures curled up in the dark. Candle burnt; wax forming an ugly curdle. Space between them brimming with unbearable emptiness. Emptiness that transcended beyond the physical. Both had something to say, but neither would penetrate the silence. When midnight diffused into day, the bed would be empty. But imprinted in their minds would be the lost gazes from those starry eyes; burning with a longing that would never be satisfied.
Everybody goes-
And my body goes-
Pairing: Daejae
Rating: PG-17
Type: One Shot
Genre: Angst/Smut
A/N: Mentioned drug use
❊❊❊
Hit me with lightning.
Starry-eyed. Glass contraptions in sockets. The room was dark, dull, the walls painted with an unexcitable shade of gray. They sat, cross legged on the bed, facing each other. Everybody's starry-eyed. The candle by the bed emoting a faint glow. Melting the pill into a bubbling liquid. Excitable. The needle sucked up that excitable fluid. It warmed the unfeeling glass of the syringe; sent electricity surging through youngjae's body. This part always came as a shock for him. Clammy hands; quickened heartbeats. A whisper, a ritual. "Are you ready?" A trusting nod of submission and the needles disappeared beneath the thin layer of flesh on their arms. Excitable liquid mixing with blood; bubbling champaign streaming through crimson. A promise of heated contact. Widening of pupils; vision locked onto the finer things. Everybody's starry-eyed. Reality disappeared into the faint glow of midnight and the galaxy appeared at their doorstep.
Hit me with lightning-
A burst of colors and their minds spin like carousels. The world was their keleidoscope, the peeling walls of the room vanished, replaced by velvet. Hearts beating faster than rain. Next thing, they're touching.Youngjae felt a flurry of fingers run across the buttons on his shirt. They flew in all directions; symphony of disorder. Euphoria pulsed through their veins, youngjae wondered if it was the needled champaign in his blood or if it was the volatilility of two bodies in such close proximity.
Breath quickens; fabric unfolds beneath their hands. Torsos were bare, down to the last detail. Heightened touch; every brush of fingers was a car crash. Youngjae was blinded by ecstasy, all he could hear was the pounding of his heart by his ears. All he could feel was the friction upon his bare chest. And then the fingers found his face, cupping his cheeks, desperately pulling him closer. But how much closer can closeness get. Next thing, their lips met. The taste of his lips were exquisite against his tongue. Youngjae lost track of the mental note he made of the exact formulations of the taste of his kiss. But he knew the figures added up to perfection.
"I want you." those words ghosted past the shell of youngjae's ears. But youngjae was lost. He could only reply with the quickening of his heartbeat; the straining of flesh against his pants. Soon daehyun's lips were on his abdomen. Ticklish as a child; electrifying. He left a trail of butterflies down youngjae. Ginger bread trail; unleashing a less child-like hunger. His pants were tugged off; quickly, more flurrying of hands. Then daehyun engulfed him. Star-struck; heightened lust. Youngjae's eyes were clouded; film of pleasure blocking out the light. Hushed moans slipped past his lips and filled the room with a pale shade of gold. One that matched the color of that liquid that was now in their blood. Youngjae was reduced to a writhing mess under daehyun's tongue. Skilled; carefully careless. Fingers locked tightly in daehyun's hair; handlebars, as if the lack of gravity might take him away. The coarseness of daehyun's hair felt smooth between his fingers. But they were pried off. Denied.
Youngjae's legs were hooked around daehyun's neck. More blood rushed to his head, his mind was set in a whirlpool. The ship taking its captain down with it. His eyes strained from the added pressure. "Are you ready?" a whisper; a ritual; a sacred vow. Another trusting nod; biting of lips in anticipation that was laced with fear.
Take me in-
It came. Sudden; painful. Quick as lightning. It left youngjae breathless; drowning in vacuum. Hands gripped the sheets; knuckles turning white to match. Every thrust sent a heated trail along youngjae's spine. Unintended whimpers escaped his lips. He was blinded. Starry-eyed. The milkyway appeared overhead, silhouette of heaven reflected on the sheets. His lips were captured again. Hungry; ravished. Their tongues danced behind their cheeks in timelessness. Sweet spot. Fingers dug into daehyun's back. A flash of pain. But it didn't matter. All daehyun could feel was the tightening of muscles, the softness of skin beneath him.
"Y-youngjae..." breathless whispers through bitten lips. Flesh around teeth growing pale from the pressure. The room was a symphony of noises. It bounced off the wall in cacophonous routine, into their ears. It fueled a fire within them. Brighter than stars; warmer than flames. The liquid mixing with their blood intensified every collide. Sweat trickled; forming a glaze over their heated skin. They glowed in the candlelight. Two figures; fused. Their names slipped past each other's tongues mindlessly. None needing recognition; just acknowledgement of pure want.
A clenching within them. Familiar, yet it caught them off guard every time. Excitable wave of delicious heat. Shortness of breaths. Guttural moans; strings of white. Pleasure that was sacred yet daunting; forbidden fruit, one that daehyun and youngjae were far too acquainted with. Youngjae's vision was amassed by grey. Flickering; darting. They collapsed into each other. Everybody's starry-eyed.
The golden hue washed from the room. Velvets tore from the walls. It was returned to an inglorious shade of run-down. Pulse settles; pupils diminishing. The liquid that lined itself in the crevices of youngjae's mind paled slightly. Reality was the stained sheets and candle that was burning out. Dripping wax; draining of euphoria.
The two figures lay side by side, facing each other. Absence of touch; cold space between. Like puppets left in the shadows. Resting; waiting; unused. Youngjae caught a glimpse of daehyun's eyes. Pupils diminishing; glow of the candle. His eyes were beautiful. The stars vanished from the milkyway. Sent down to earth in the form of his- glass contraptions in sockets. And youngjae let himself drown in the auburn. He watched as the last of the drug swam past his eyes. He tried to cling on to the bubbles that escaped, cling on to the escape it provided, but he couldn't. He was left with cold reality. Heart wrench; headache. This wasn't supposed to happen. Their relationship was based on the baseness of lust. They wanted each other for that. Nothing more. Pure animalistic wants. But somewhere between the heated spoons; the flash of pain; the gentle brushes; the wave of incomparable pleasure, it happened.
Handlebars- youngjae let go of them for daehyun. Spiraling; gasping. Into the nothingness that was known as emotions. He watched as daehyun pulled the sheets over them. Daehyun shut his eyes and turned to face away. Cold distance; hollow dreams. More tears, like dripping wax, to match the questionable stains on the sheets. He turned away to face the flame. His face was set in a glow. Soothing heat; warm cheeks. Youngjae was willing. Needles; withdrawal, clammy hands. He tore himself apart for daehyun. Unlaced his being. Broken piece by broken piece. It was a vicious cycle that youngjae needed. It was his oxygen; lifeline. Lust that needed to be satiated. He watched as the flame flickered in front of his eyes. The brightness paled in comparison to daehyun's eyes.
Eyes; shut. Daehyun tried to fall asleep. Withdrawal. But not from the bittersweet pleasure of that pale liquid. No. Withdrawal from the touch of his skin. Daehyun didn't know when it happened. Somewhere between the guilt of plunging them from heaven back to hell again and the softness in youngjae's eyes. His starry eyes. Dripping wax; passing time. Daehyun's lips; floodgates, keeping those words from escaping. Those three words he could never bear to say. He was the devil, they were both corrupt. Staring up at the facade heaven from the pits of hell. A galvanized roof that they could no longer dream of reaching. How much further down destruction can daehyun bear to make youngjae walk. They exist because of pleasure. Nothing more. And daehyun was afraid to break that thin bond. Spider web; fragile thread. Weak, afraid of rejection, like everyone else. They were but puppets of the syringe that lined up against their skin. But there was something more to youngjae. Daehyun was willing to set himself on fire to guide him through the darkness that was reality. But the flames that now burnt down to ashes blinded him, he was terribly lost as well, in feelings that he'd rather not have. Youngjae was a paper plane. And he was nothing more than a crease on his wings. Fated to fall; crash; burn. But they needed each other somehow. Daehyun shut his eyes, hoping he'd dream of something besides youngjae's starry eyes. Glass contraptions in sockets. But he couldn't-
Youngjae had hit him with lightning.
Two figures curled up in the dark. Candle burnt; wax forming an ugly curdle. Space between them brimming with unbearable emptiness. Emptiness that transcended beyond the physical. Both had something to say, but neither would penetrate the silence. When midnight diffused into day, the bed would be empty. But imprinted in their minds would be the lost gazes from those starry eyes; burning with a longing that would never be satisfied.
Everybody goes-
And my body goes-