Femininity
Femininity
By xphantasm
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Seungri is not girly.
Disclaimer: People aren't mine, fic is.
JiYong slowly caressed his maknae’s face and kissed him roughly. Seungri moaned into the kiss and reached up to grab JiYong's hair as JiYong dominated the kiss. Jiyong lowered SeungRi down on the bed and started to undress him as Seungri…
…shut the laptop closed angrily. This wasn’t fair, SeungRi thought pouting. He opened his laptop again and glared at it with a new sort of viciousness.
He was not feminine! And definitely not more so than JiYong-hyung! He sat in front of the computer browsing the archives of fiction and commentaries that all claimed that he was “girly”. Finding yet another story in which JiYong had stolen his nonexistent innocence (because he was not a virgin and he most definitely did not need a step by step manual on how to have sex, thank you very much!), he sighed.
Seungri leaned back in his chair and contemplated the reasons why the majority of his fans believed him to be more girly than JiYong. The leader, no matter how charismatic and charming, was more effeminate than he was. Seungri was younger, but so what? That didn’t count for anything. A lot of girls dated boys younger than them. Was it the drag he wore on the Coffee Prince Parody? He shook his head. That couldn’t be it. JiYong wore a drag too and looked good in it. Better than he did even. He thought a bit more. Was it his face? He had bushy eyebrows that were very manly. And well… he was pretty sure that he was taller, and probably fatter, than JiYong! That guy looked anorexic with his shirt off only until recently when he decided to join YoengBae at the gym! And his lips were perfectly pouty, just begging to be bitten until they bled. Seungri had found himself staring at them for periods of time, when they were waiting to go on stage in the car, and on the bed. Especially on the bed. The girls didn’t know anything about the way JiYongs lips would part sensually when he kissed his stomach and pinched his nipples or how JiYong’s cheeks would become this pinkish red when he rode SeungRi. And they certainly did not know anything about JiYong whorish expressions when he told SeungRi in a demanding tone to go faster. Nope they didn’t know anything, SeungRi thought, finally satisfied with his conculsion as he relaxed into the chair.
Suddenly he felt a slim pair of arms wrap around his neck and heard his lover ask, “Whatcha looking at?” He simply smiled at his lover and kissed his neck while JiYong stared at the screen. Come to think of it, SeungRi was pretty sure he was taller than JiYong by a few centimeters.
“What’s this? Ya maknae, you should have just told me if you wanted to switch. I don’t mind either way you know.”
SeungRi glanced at the laptop contemplatively. He had forgotten about that. He stared at it a bit more before turning back to JiYong’s neck.
“Maknae? Are you listening to me? SeungRi~~~!” he heard JiYong whine.
See he even whined like a girl sometimes. SeungRi stood up and almost carried JiYong on the bed. After settling himself on JiYong’s stomach comfortably and a good make out session, he finally decided to answer JiYong’s question.
“Are you sure about that?”
He grinned when JiYong only answered him by pulling his head down for a long kiss.
Those fangirls didn’t know anything.
By xphantasm
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Seungri is not girly.
Disclaimer: People aren't mine, fic is.
JiYong slowly caressed his maknae’s face and kissed him roughly. Seungri moaned into the kiss and reached up to grab JiYong's hair as JiYong dominated the kiss. Jiyong lowered SeungRi down on the bed and started to undress him as Seungri…
…shut the laptop closed angrily. This wasn’t fair, SeungRi thought pouting. He opened his laptop again and glared at it with a new sort of viciousness.
He was not feminine! And definitely not more so than JiYong-hyung! He sat in front of the computer browsing the archives of fiction and commentaries that all claimed that he was “girly”. Finding yet another story in which JiYong had stolen his nonexistent innocence (because he was not a virgin and he most definitely did not need a step by step manual on how to have sex, thank you very much!), he sighed.
Seungri leaned back in his chair and contemplated the reasons why the majority of his fans believed him to be more girly than JiYong. The leader, no matter how charismatic and charming, was more effeminate than he was. Seungri was younger, but so what? That didn’t count for anything. A lot of girls dated boys younger than them. Was it the drag he wore on the Coffee Prince Parody? He shook his head. That couldn’t be it. JiYong wore a drag too and looked good in it. Better than he did even. He thought a bit more. Was it his face? He had bushy eyebrows that were very manly. And well… he was pretty sure that he was taller, and probably fatter, than JiYong! That guy looked anorexic with his shirt off only until recently when he decided to join YoengBae at the gym! And his lips were perfectly pouty, just begging to be bitten until they bled. Seungri had found himself staring at them for periods of time, when they were waiting to go on stage in the car, and on the bed. Especially on the bed. The girls didn’t know anything about the way JiYongs lips would part sensually when he kissed his stomach and pinched his nipples or how JiYong’s cheeks would become this pinkish red when he rode SeungRi. And they certainly did not know anything about JiYong whorish expressions when he told SeungRi in a demanding tone to go faster. Nope they didn’t know anything, SeungRi thought, finally satisfied with his conculsion as he relaxed into the chair.
Suddenly he felt a slim pair of arms wrap around his neck and heard his lover ask, “Whatcha looking at?” He simply smiled at his lover and kissed his neck while JiYong stared at the screen. Come to think of it, SeungRi was pretty sure he was taller than JiYong by a few centimeters.
“What’s this? Ya maknae, you should have just told me if you wanted to switch. I don’t mind either way you know.”
SeungRi glanced at the laptop contemplatively. He had forgotten about that. He stared at it a bit more before turning back to JiYong’s neck.
“Maknae? Are you listening to me? SeungRi~~~!” he heard JiYong whine.
See he even whined like a girl sometimes. SeungRi stood up and almost carried JiYong on the bed. After settling himself on JiYong’s stomach comfortably and a good make out session, he finally decided to answer JiYong’s question.
“Are you sure about that?”
He grinned when JiYong only answered him by pulling his head down for a long kiss.
Those fangirls didn’t know anything.