"H" is for "Housewife" (Lavender)
Title: “H” is for “Housewife” (Lavender)
Pairing(s): DooSeung (2JunSeung!OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,091
Summary: AU. Doojoon loves it when Hyunseung gets pretty for him.
A/N: To whom it may concern.
Previous: "H" is for "Housewife" (Yellow)
Hyunseung preferred his pad to be spotless.
With a spotless pad, the model was able to process his thoughts efficiently and effortlessly if he was not looking at an assortment of junk. It put him at ease, tidying did, and ease is just what the young man needed.
Two days into the future, Hyunseung was going to be featured in one of his agency’s famed runway shows. It was going to be his very first show treading the cat walk. Externally, and around his veteran noonas, he appeared confident and sound at times. Peel him apart, and one would find that the model was as composed as a snowman in lower hell. The surmounting pressure on his frail shoulders was the nervousness and anxiety that told him he had to own the runway. To nail it. He had to uphold and maintain the image of his agency and simultaneously wear and sell the label’s greatly anticipated chic spring line. Springtime was upon them, so there were going to be hundreds and hundreds of photographers, critics, and the designers themselves present at the show, waiting for the unveiling of the genius threads.
So, bluntly, Hyunseung couldn’t afford to fuck up, chiefly not in front of his lover and his friend. (It was an exclusive event, yes, but Hyunseung scored two seats for Doojoon and Junhyung.)
But everything should go accordingly: The model attended all of the scheduled practice meetings, he remained frightfully faithful to his diet, he exercised safely…
But the man was still at his wits end. There is a logical, obvious explanation:
Hyunseung hadn’t been fucked in a week.
He and his fiancé did just about everything that they could do without involving penetration. But there was nothing like Doojoon bending him over, grasping his perfect cheeks in his scalding palms and easing his equally scalding length into the most intimate part of him. There was nothing like it.
Nothing.
Hyunseung burned for that sweet connection with his fiancé, but he couldn’t have it. Not yet. He could not risk an altering in his natural walk. He had to walk straight, striding daintily about the catwalk. Doojoon would ruin him.
Well, Hyunseung would kill for any type of connection with Doojoon, really. Either his fiancé was uprooting blades of grass at the park with the children, or signing sheet after sheet at the work office downtown. Doojoon-mentally scatterbrained-couldn’t have too many things on his mind all at once. Something either gets shoved aside, or omitted. And it looks like plans with Hyunseung got the latter treatment.
The engaged couple planned to go out for lunch in the afternoon at three o’ clock today. Hyunseung had practice around dinner, so the latter figured they could squeeze in a few hours of couple time before he had to slip away.
It was presently 5:37 P.M.
Doojoon was supposed to be home around two-thirty to get freshened up before their date. Three hours and some minutes had passed, and Hyunseung did not receive a single call from Doojoon. Not a single one. Not a text, not a voicemail. The model prepped for the date for hours, fussing over what threads he should wear and torturing his newly-dyed obsidian locks with his flat iron. He waited and waited for his love to arrive; when time melted away and the clock struck three, Hyunseung knew Doojoon wasn’t coming through that front door. He put his ensemble back in his extensive closet, slipped back into his lax clothing, and sulked for a few minutes. He was highly upset. He really wanted to go on that date. Where was his Doojoonie?
…The telephone rang. Hyunseung stopped dusting his skinny-neck vases and walked to the kitchen counter where the phone was kept. He hoped that it was Doojoon.
Hyunseung picked up the phone and eyed the caller ID. He did not recognize the number or name-so no Doojoon-but he answered nonetheless.
“’Boseyo……..Yes, this is Doojoon’s home, may I ask who’s…..me?.......My name is Jang Hyunseung…….Yes, I am his fiancé, yes…”
After making that claim, the male on the other end cackled insultingly from the very bottom of his gut.
He hung up on Hyunseung.
Hyunseung, acknowledging the click, peeled the receiver’s end from his ear and stared down the pinholes. His mouth twisted, “Good day to you, too, bitch.”
That phone call would add the fourth tally onto the people who called wanting to know whether his engagement to Doojoon was authentic and not some tale that they heard floating around town. The callers? They were Doojoon’s ex-lovers, ex-one-night-stands, ex-psycho-stalkers, what have you, and it must have humored or angered them to know that he of all people was settling down. Hyunseung’s recent caller simply laughed. The others prior to him called just to tell Hyunseung that he was basically stupid. How did they get his number, anyway?
“He’s only using you for your money, you are aware of that, right?” (Hyunseung had a very comfortable amount of money.) “I give it a year. Seven months,” said one in reference to Doojoon’s union to Hyunseung, “He’s gonna get tired of you.” “Haven’t you heard of all that he’s done?” “Why the fuck are you still with him?” “You’re so fucking stupid.”
Yes, Hyunseung heard from the people who dated him and from the man’s very mouth some if not all the things he’s done. Hell, he could write a book. But Doojoon stood stubbornly by his word that he was a changed man and ultimately that he loved him and just him and only him, and he would forever. Hyunseung should believe that. Yes?
Oh, speak of the devil and he shall appear: Doojoon finally arrived home. He pushed open the main door, then pulled the key out of the keyhole. His eyes anxiously roamed the main living space, finding Hyunseung relocating one of his beloved, tall plants in nothing but a pale, yellow muscle shirt and tired, denim shorts.
“H… Heeeey,” greeted Doojoon nervously, shutting and locking the door.
“Hey,” Hyunseung replied lamely in a short huff of air, cautiously placing the plant in a new corner, adjacent to where it once was. He was turned away from his fiancé.
Doojoon, hypersensitive, sensed his honey’s upset energy. It could very well be that he neglected to let Hyunseung know he would be having a meeting that day, which cut-or severed, more like-into their scheduled lunch date. Doojoon was also aware of the approaching runway show, and the wedding piled after that. Hyunseung was being squeezed all over with various events. Doojoon wondered if today would be the day he broke, if today was the last straw.
Doojoon walked lightly into the living area, dropped his briefcase to the couch, and plastered on a genuine, forgivable smile. He knew he would need more than a smile, but hey, the man had to start somewhere. Hyunseung turned around after analyzing his plant’s new home, and he found himself cornered by his beaming fiancé. Doojoon’s arms were held open and optimistically eager to receive him.
“I expected you home earlier,” Hyunseung started, staring at the open arms. Doojoon slowly dropped one-he wasn’t getting a hug-and the other was sent flying over his head as he nervously scratched his dark mane.
“Yeeeeah, um, I should’ve told you I would be home late… That’s what I should’ve done… and I would have but I realized that too late ‘cause Jungnim wouldn’t let us take and make calls. Shit, b-baby, I’m sorry. W-We can go out to eat tonight, though! How about that?” presented Doojoon energetically.
“I have practice tonight,” Hyunseung flatly countered.
Doojoon peered south in shame.
“Oh. That’s right…”
“I see you’ve forgotten that, too.”
Hyunseung curved his leanness around the human barricade, passing by him. His next area of interest was the curtain that ate up an entire wall.
“One of your little friends called today,” the model mentioned, straightening the golden rod. Doojoon about-faced, intrigued.
“‘Friends’? Who?”
“One of your admirers,” Hyunseung replied.
Doojoon knew what he meant, then. He knew exactly what he meant. His jaw loosened.
Another one? He realized that this was the fourth person to call his home seeking to pry into his life and his relationship. And all of those four times, Hyunseung was the one to answer. That certainly did not make Doojoon look good, and Hyunseung couldn’t be feeling too happy and secure about the harassing calls, either. He had much more to deal with than his future husband’s jealous, conniving past lovers and playmates.
Hyunseung loved Doojoon, but in all truth, Hyunseung wasn’t feeling too fuzzy in the heart.
Doojoon had to fix that.
“Hyunseung.”
Hyunseung’s sweet, brown eyes and hands abandoned the rod. His frame twisted to face his lover properly. He answered with his doe eyes. Doojoon stepped up to him, swept up his left hand, and quietly guided him to the loveseat. Seated, Hyunseung gazed upon his fiancé with inquisitive orbs. Doojoon hadn’t released his hand. His thumb daintily caressed the bony hills of his knuckles… back and forth… The man leaned for the model.
“I love you,” intimately muttered Doojoon. Hyunseung’s eyes dropped to his mate’s lips to watch those three words come from his mouth. Doojoon pushed them onto the model’s cushioned set. Together they birthed a warm, dry kiss. Doojoon carried Hyunseung lovingly in his eyes once again when they pulled away.
“I… I just want you to know that-and feel that I do, ‘cause I know I’ve been absentminded and… kinda careless towards you lately and… I don’t mean to be. You know I don’t… A-And as for those that keep calling… I’m sorry, Seung. I don’t want any of them, and you know that already. And whatever they’ve been telling you-true or untrue-I vowed to be devoted to you. None of that matters anymore. It’s just you and me now. You and me. Now if you want, I can change our number, because I don’t want them harassing you. I just… gah… I-I don’t wanna lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me… I know I’m immature still, but I’m… I’m trying to be a good lover to you. I… all I can really say is sorry. Can you forgive me for today? For everything, lately?”
Hyunseung sighed. Heavily.
“One, I’m not going anywhere, Doojoon. That’s something you don’t ever have to worry about. And I don’t care what he or whoever says, I’m still gonna be here. It takes a lot to get under my skin: I’m a model. And two, yes, I forgive you…”
Doojoon’s countenance twisted with apprehensiveness.
“…But?”
Hyunseung smacked his lips, “…But I just wish you were a little more considerate of me at times.”
“Okay.”
“And a little less forgetful. I don’t think I ask very much of you. All I wanted today was to have lunch together before I went to work,” both Hyunseung’s thin eyebrows arched pleadingly, “I wanted to spend time with you. That’s all I wanted.”
“I know, Seungie, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Doojoon… Just… try not to forget so much.”
Doojoon lowered his head a degree, “…Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah… okay. More considerate, less forgetful,” Doojoon droned, ashamed of having to be told such.
Hyunseung’s stout tulips brushed Doojoon’s cheek in a slight kiss, “Thank you. I’m gonna finish cleaning, then I have to start getting ready…”
Shifting onto the two poles that were his legs, the model released Doojoon’s hand and stood up from the couch and traveled to the window to tinker with the golden rods alignment again.
And Doojoon just sat on the couch, feeling very much like a failure of a fiancé. Or a dumbass.
“…You’re welcome,” he murmured.
(Evening…)
There was a knock at the door.
Doojoon cloaked the knob with his palm, twisted, and pulled the door back. Junhyung was standing on the other side.
“Yooo,” Junhyung stepped inside the home.
“Hey Jun,” Doojoon closed the door, “I know you had a long day. Thanks for comin’.”
“I don’t pass up free drinks.”
Doojoon invited his greatest friend of all over to have a drink or two whilst sharing the day’s events, something they often did. He wanted companionship, honestly, and to talk about his recent screw-ups with Hyunseung.
Junhyung wandered into the main room, bending his knees and taking his signature seat at the end of the loveseat. He squinted about the house. His favorite pair of legs was missing.
“Where’s Seung?”
Doojoon, in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door. His fore and middle finger clutched two beers by their necks.
“He had practice tonight.”
Doojoon parked himself beside his pal, handing the cold bottle over.
“They sure are working him to death for that show,” commented Jun, popping off the cap with his bare hand.
“Yeah. He’s stressin’ big time.”
“Poor baby. I’m sure he’ll do great, though. All he has to do is walk and not fall. How hard could it be?”
“Oh it’s hard,” Doojoon twisted his cap off, too, “This show’s important for him; it’s his first runway show. I’ll just be glad when it’s all over so he could loosen up.”
“He’s uptight?”
Doojoon paused in thought before bringing the bottle to his lips, “He’s… more irritable than usual… and he’s rarely that. I’m certainly not helping.”
“Something happen?”
“Heh. So how about I totally forgot we were having lunch together today? But even if I remembered I still wouldn’t have been able to go because of that damn meeting-and Jung never forgot that one day I just bolted out of the conference room and never came back. And I couldn’t call Seung or anything ‘cause Jung didn’t want me using my phone. I almost forgot about the cake sampling, too, a few days ago. I came in late at the shop-‘cause you know, I lost track of time with the kids-and he’d already been there for forty minutes. We finally ordered our wedding cake, and the baker was all, ‘It’s a good thing you ordered today because after today I’m not sure if I would have it ready in time,’ Hyunseung was smiling the entire time in there, but he wanted to kill me. I saw it in his eyes. He wanted to mutilate me, Jun. He kinda ignored me the whole night… I was late for our engagement photos because of a game, and he wasn’t too happy about that. And today, another one called.”
Junhyung knew what he meant. “Shit. Another one, Joon?”
“Yep.”
Junhyung gulped, lowering his bottle, “Who? Did this one give a name?”
“No, but it’s most likely someone I used to mess around with. Hyunseung answered. Again. That’s the fourth time.”
“Damn. Hyunseung didn’t flip?”
“He didn’t flip the first, second or third time, but I see that he’s tired of putting up with it.”
“I would be, too, if I had all kinds of bitches calling my house and telling me stuff about what they did with my own man.”
Doojoon exhaled through his nostrils.
“I need to do something about it… ‘Cause… y’know… I don’t wanna lose him.”
Junhyung motioned his head, disagreeing, taking a swig of beer.
“He’s not goin’ anywhere, Joon.”
“He told me that same thing, but-”
“And he’s telling you the truth. Hyunseung’s already invested all this time and money into you. And you both’re getting married. You got the cake, the food, the pictures, the invitations and whatever else already set. He’s serious about you. He’s not gonna let those whores and what they say come in between what you and him have. Plus, he genuinely loves you. He’s stuck by you all this time. He does everything for you, Joon. And you honestly think he’s gonna leave that dick? He’s fucking whipped. He couldn’t leave you if he tried. And even if he did-which he won’t-I’d give him two days tops before he comes crawling back to you on his knees. Look, he’s staying. Bottom line. He’s not goin’ anywhere.”
Doojoon’s lips slanted with his side smirk at his friend’s well-spoken point, but they quickly dipped as his thoughts also made a slight plunge.
“I just don’t wanna screw this up. For once… I’m scared of losing someone, you know? This shit… it feels terrifying. Hyunseung… I mean, I met him on complete accident. He’s probably-no, he is the most attractive person I’ve ever dated. He’s sweet, too, an’ thoughtful. And hardworking. And sexy. He’s a fuckin’ godsend, and the last thing he needs is some no-good loser fucking shit up for him. Yeah, ‘cause he can do lots better than me. Lots better.”
“Yaaaaaah,” Junhyung popped his friend’s thigh with his palm, “Quit it.”
“What?”
“Quit doin’ that.”
“Doin’ what?”
“Puttin’ yourself down like that. Hyunseung doesn’t think you’re a loser.”
“Well I’m definitely not a winner.”
“Then change that if you want, but don’t degrade yourself. Damn… getting all emotional… is the beer getting to you?”
Doojoon “pffft”ed, rocking the bottle to and fro by its neck, “You know it takes more than this to get me buzzed.”
“I know. Just makin’ sure. ”
“I’m just disoriented. It’s probably because we haven’t physically fucked in days.”
Junhyung’s brows arched towards his hair line with the bottle at his lips. He gave the impression that he wanted the other male to elaborate about this interesting development.
“They want him walking all straight and pretty on the runway, so he told me that we can’t have sex. I can’t penetrate him.”
Junhyung swallowed, “Sure you can. Just don’t overdo it.”
Doojoon flashed an “Are you serious?” expression. Junhyung thought it was completely hilarious. Both knew that that was impossible.
“I want to fuck him in half.”
Junhyung discreetly slapped his lips with his tongue at the mental images manifesting in his cloudy head. Doojoon continued.
“He’s a walking pheromone. We do other things, but I just can’t-”
“You can’t be inside him.”
“Exactly.”
“So it’s not the same.”
“Unfortunately, yeah,” Doojoon’s tone dropped and roughened, “But right after that runway show, right after that dinner we’re all supposed to have, it’s just gonna be me and him-”
“-and Junhyung-”
“-and I’m gon-” Doojoon stopped his passionate declaration. He tuned in a hundred percent to his pal, his face fixed in clear bemusement, “What?”
Innocently, Junhyung put away two gulps of beer, “You said it’s gonna be you and him, and I added, ‘and Junhyung.’”
“Um, no.”
“Um, yes. The threesome. Remember?”
“Jun. How could you go on a date with Dongwoon and then turn right around and have sex with Hyunseung?”
“The same way you used to before you met Hyunseung. The game hasn’t changed since you’ve gotten engaged, Joon. As for me and Dongwoon, we’re not too serious. We’re not, like, a real couple or anything.”
“Is that what he thinks?”
“I don’t know what he thinks, but I know what I think.”
Doojoon sunk into the couch, narrowing his pin-sharp eyes to Junhyung, “And what do you think?”
“I’m allowed to fuck with whoever I want without penalty, that’s what I think. I’m catching fish, seeing which ones I want, and throwing the others I don’t want back.”
“Are you gonna throw Dongwoon back again?”
Junhyung humped his shoulders, polishing off his drink.
“I don’t know.”
“You never know anything.……… Wanna know what I think, though?”
“Not really.”
Doojoon continued anyway. “I think Dongwoon really likes you. He’s just more reserved and patient. He’s exactly what you need.”
“Are you just saying this to somehow persuade me from the threesome?”
“Partly, but I really think he really likes you. And if it’s only the sex you’re after, he’s not gonna give you any any time soon. I keep telling you, you’re gonna have to put in some work if you wanna hit that. Remember how long I had to wait for Hyunseung?”
“You waited four fucking months for a piece of ass.”
“But it was totally worth it. Totally.”
“Mmm. Nah. I’m sure smooth talking will be enough.”
Doojoon rose to his feet; he rolled his eyes to the high ceiling. “Whatever you say... You want another drink?”
“Sure.”
Doojoon got up from his cushion to fetch both himself and his friend a second beer. He lassoed two from the ‘frig and turned on his heel to trod back. “Say that we do go through with this threesome. Say it happens,” he started, “there are a few things that I want you to know.”
Junhyung received his drink, lifting his eyebrows, “Yes?”
“Hyunseung isn’t like the others that we’ve done this with. For one, he’s my fiancé. That automatically makes him different. And two, he’s not a slut. So if and when we do this, Hyunseung is not to be treated like some guy we picked up from 7th.”
“The former part I knew already, but I got cha. I understand.”
Doojoon finished his first beer and started to prepare his second bottle for drinking, “Good. Now, secondly, this is it. This is a one-time thing. You get to have sex with Hyunseung, and that’s it.”
“Unless he wants to have me back.”
Doojoon shot his serious eyes at him before puckering his lips around the brim of his second bottle. Junhyung held up his hands, but not necessarily in surrender, “Hey. We’ll see.”
“I know that if I come home one day and I catch you and him alone I’m beating the shit out of you on the spot.”
“Hey, hey. There’s no need for such language. You know I’d never come between you and Hyunseung. I’d never do anything like that. Especially when you two are gettin’ married to one another. This time is different. I get it, Joon. That’s your husband: He’s yours. Now you’re a great friend, ‘cause if I were you, and you would’ve asked if we could have a threesome with Hyunseung, I would’ve said ‘heeeellllll no.’”
“Because you would want that ass all to yourself, correct?”
“Correct.”
Doojoon smiled, “Now you know how I feel. Buuut I figured I could strike a deal with you, since you did kind of indirectly introduce us.”
“I should’ve been the one to kick that damn ball,” Junhyung murmured, chuckling along with Doojoon afterwards. The latter pat his friend’s back.
“Ahh, you’ll get to have him soon enough.”
“…………So, we’re really going through with it?”
Doojoon smacked his lips after the third swallow.
“All we need is Hyunseung’s approval.”
“Well then quit stallin’ and get it.”
Lavender
(1:17 A.M….)
Runway practice was a success.
Hyunseung and the whole lot of the baby doll models practiced their walks in the actual building the show was to be held in.
The room was predominately spacious. The walls were painted black to strategically draw the attention away from the surroundings and onto the models who were going to be sporting the floral, pastel, poppy fabrics by a supreme company. The ceiling was all glass, greenhouse-style. All light was going to be focused on the catwalk itself, laying approximately twenty meters on the floor. It stretched to the very center of the room, and then broke off horizontally into another twenty-meter runway that eventually took the model back to the center and thus behind the scenes. It was elevated one meter. In other words, it was to be the walk of Hyunseung’s life.
These dimensions terrorized Hyunseung an awful lot from the start, being comfortable in his skin as a stationary model. The apprehensiveness bubbled from within. He lacked faith in his abilities, in himself. He didn’t know if he could do it. Though with practice after practice-and much stern encouragement from noona Lady Choi-Hyunseung could feel the crumbled blocks of his sanity form a solid whole.
Hyunseung may be the only male model, but he was going to be the baddest bitch up there.
Returning home from a very late dinner with his modeling family, Hyunseung yawned as he inserted the silver key into the keyhole of his home. He didn’t anticipate his lover being awake and about at the hour, so he was very surprised to discover Doojoon sitting at the marble bar that hugged the perimeter of the kitchen. Glasses rested on the bridge of his narrow nose. There was a saucer of plump, purple grapes to his right. Yesterday’s newspaper was laid out on the marble top, too. Doojoon was just a finger flick away from dropping a grape in his mouth when he stopped, noting his mate’s return.
Pupils acknowledged either pair.
“Hey baby,” Doojoon smiled charmingly.
Hyunseung blinked, “Hi.”
“It’s about time you came home. I wondered if they were gonna keep you all night.”
Hyunseung returned a slight giggle as every step brought him nearer to Doojoon.
“I thought the same, but no. They didn’t keep us for too long. We all went out and ate and danced a little, had a few drinks together after practice… So we did have some fun.”
“That’s great to hear.”
Hyunseung reached the bar area. It physically separated him from Doojoon, acting as a hindrance. A smug smirk bent Doojoon’s lips as he sized the model up a little bit, “Come over here…” he beckoned from the other side.
After much coquettish lip curling, Hyunseung complied. He trotted to the side where his fiancé sat, and he invited himself right in Doojoon’s lap, seated on Doojoon’s comfortable, upper thighs. An arm held him in place.
“And just why are you still up?” the model inquired. Now both Doojoon’s arms firmly kept him in his lap. The closeness of their visages put them well within kissing range.
“Because I wanted to read this now irrelevant newspaper,” Doojoon responded, entirely joking. His eyes flicked from Hyunseung’s irresistible lips to his dark eyes, “You know I can’t sleep without you next to me… especially when I know you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not ‘mad’ at you.”
“I think you are.”
“Well I’m not.”
“…Could you show me?”
So with his deep duo of sweet, brown orbs, Hyunseung turned his head and peered gently and lovingly to Doojoon’s calm lips. The skin of their lips melted upon contact. Hyunseung even snuck in some tongue on the second smooch. A profound throb shot up Doojoon’s groin. Doojoon’s right hand descended from the trunk of Hyunseung’s back to firmly grip his bottom. The latter whimpered against Doojoon’s mouth. After the fourth kiss or so, Hyunseung lifted his lips away, beaming with immense satisfaction. The men smiled.
“Happy?” purred the model, lingering close to Doojoon’s pair of lips. Doojoon clasped the model’s chin with his fingers so he may sustain visual contact with his pretty eyes.
“Extremely… I hate it when you’re upset with me.”
Hyunseung followed up with a simple peck, “I don’t like being upset with you.”
“I know.”
“I hate it, Joonie.”
“I know, Seung. I hate it, too. But you’re my number one, and I’m gonna start treating you like it more.”
Hyunseung could honestly say that he was feeling very giddy about that last statement.
“I’d like that,” the model admitted to him quietly, “I’d like that very much.” He suddenly seemed very interested in Doojoon’s eye pieces.
“What?” asked Doojoon.
“I wish you would wear your glasses more.”
“You like the glasses?”
“I’ve always liked the glasses. I want you to wear them on our wedding day.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No. I look silly.”
“You don’t look ‘silly.’ Please, baby? Wear theeem.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I like when you wear them. You look sexy. And if you wore them on our wedding day it would make me a happy bride~”
“…It would make you happy?”
“Yes, very happy.”
And Doojoon lived to keep his Hyunseungie happy, but he could have some fun with this.
“If you do a kick-ass job at the show, I’ll see about wearing them to the wedding.”
Hyunseung simpered at the bargaining man, “Prepare to wear them anyway. I’ve been practicing my ass off.”
“You have?”
Hyunseung’s eyes lidded at Doojoon approaching lips, “Yes, I have.”
Doojoon nudged their mouths together.
“So you’re gonna work that ass tomorrow?” he spoke against the model’s lips.
Hyunseung pointed his hooded gaze.
“Are you gonna watch it?”
“I’m gonna do more than watch it.”
“Oh you are?”
“Yeah.”
Hyunseung traced a long finger from Doojoon’s throat to the tip of his chin, his nail softly scraping the skin along the way, “Could you show me a little bit of that?”
Doojoon unceremoniously jumped onto the bare soles of his feet, cradling his fiancé with his two hooks for arms. He was as weightless as a teddy bear. Hyunseung “eep”ed, being utterly surprised by the swift transition, and utterly delighted. Doojoon carried his partner to their private domain, shutting the door behind him with a kick of his left leg. Hyunseung had his eyes affectionately upon him the entire ride.
Doojoon hovered the model’s lithe body over their mattress. Hyunseung was gingerly placed on the bed, a smirking Doojoon immediately taking his reign in the sky over his fiancé’s frame. Once Doojoon was above him, Hyunseung executed one of his red belt moves on the attacker. In just a snap of a finger, Hyunseung thrust his hips up and strapped his winding legs about Doojoon’s waist. He pressed his palms onto the spring mattress and pushed so that he would launch his body off of the bed-the shift in weight overcoming Doojoon-and the latter was sent flying onto his back.
Doojoon, after a shout, blinked with a big grin. Hyunseung mirrored the gorgeous smile, sitting directly on top of him. He cocked his head a little to the left, “Did you like my trick~?”
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Doojoon’s mittens dually clamped onto his mate’s small hips. Hyunseung gave him some chortles for his statement; those chortles milked into low moans, for Doojoon’s manhood was pressing, knocking at his entrance. Hyunseung gyrated his hips around the organ, moaning, hissing, whining, whimpering, like a puppy being teased with a treat. Doojoon was enjoying it. He lifted his hips to grind his growing erection into his lover. Each time, the model’s pitch heightened adorably. Hyunseung’s orbs roughly sank their way out of their sockets, it felt that good. One hand of his rest on the base of Doojoon’s abs, the other chose to twist and fist his onyx hair between his fingers.
From the bottom, Doojoon thought the view was majestic. Hyunseung was in his own, delirious world… with his cock. The way his body moved around him in those pelvic circles… Doojoon didn’t know what was more erotic: His breathless puffs and the dragging, sensuous, mesmerizing motion of his hips, or the friction created by it.
One thing was evident: Hyunseung didn’t know what to do with himself or the erection he was grinding his ass into. He couldn’t be penetrated, but he needed something to put out this angry, week-old fire.
Doojoon forced Hyunseung on top of him in half a wink. Hyunseung cried out when their burning flesh slammed together. Doojoon ate up his lips with a hard kiss; they were in and out each other’s throats second after. Doojoon’s hands put themselves to use, unbuckling and pulling down the model’s gripping pants a little past his thighs. Though gripping, Doojoon wondered why they were so easily removed. Doojoon felt around his lover’s soft, bare bottom… He put the kisses on hold-Hyunseung complained with whines-and moved his neck about to investigate.
Hyunseung was wearing a fucking G-string. A lavender one, with faint, white lace trimmings. Doojoon fingered the long, thin strap in the hook of his index finger, snickering deviously at the blushing man above.
“Cute.”
With that same finger, Doojoon gave hell to Hyunseung’s hungry ring. He reduced him to a debauched, withering, moaning puddle of flesh with the simple thrusts of his middle finger. Hyunseung dug his head into his chest. His nails caught the cotton threads of Doojoon’s shirt as he tugged. He was hitting it right, lovingly petting that sweet sensitive bed while Hyunseung made pretty noises.
“Joon…… Doojoooonnnn……… ah… ah… aaahhh…”
“You don’t want this do you?” Doojoon asked, talking about his finger.
“…nnn.”
Doojoon rocked his hips upward, hissing, “This is what you want.”
“Dooo.”
“Don’t you?”
“Yessss.”
“How much?”
Hyunseung abruptly snapped straight up. Doojoon’s curling appendage disconnected from him. He showed him, alright. In ten seconds, the head of Doojoon’s manhood was being thoroughly caressed by the wet walls of Hyunseung’s mouth. And his throat. And his tongue. He was eager, yes, but he took his time with it, doing all the little things he knew would have Doojoon squeak if he caught him off guard.
“Hyunseung stop.”
And Hyunseung stopped. He left Doojoon’s cock with a long, hard lick. Doojoon brought his body up to a straight angle. Junhyung’s earlier advice was beginning to get to him.
“Come here,” demanded Doojoon, staring back into a pair of wide, confused orbs.
“What?”
“My lap. Come over here.”
“Doojoon we can’t-”
Doojoon’s expression of stone-cold sexiness shut Hyunseung the hell up. The model stripped his lower half of the fitting pants and scanty undergarment and scuffled over to his fiancé. Once close, Doojoon gazed piercingly into Hyunseung’s gorgeous, brown spheres. Their lips delicately joined in the sweetest, assuring kiss.
“I can’t do this anymore,” admitted Doojoon.
“I don’t think I can either.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“You mean you’ll try to be gentle~”
“I mean I will be gentle.”
Doojoon kept his word, though. From the very moment their bodies became one, he kept his promise, the tempo of his hips being nice and slow. Hyunseung, on his back, nearly lost his saneness upon the first, patient thrust. He’d faithfully waited days for this. The show was tomorrow, but he couldn’t have another twenty-four hours sexually separate him from his mate. The men had been inseparable from day one, soul, mind, and body.
Hyunseung forcibly yanked Doojoon on top of him so that he had something to hold on to. Something to scratch, to caress. The latter, maddened by the suffocating, tight warmth of Hyunseung’s body, suckled and nibbled on the model’s bottom lip. He was fidgety, and rightfully so, because he very much wanted to fuck him in half. But Hyunseung’s tender caresses to his back and loving glances soothed and relaxed him. It encouraged him to keep this pace to the very end.
Hyunseung’s orgasm snuck up on him; it ate him as slow as Doojoon’s manhood had been doing to his insides for some long, ten-odd minutes. His breath shortened, hastened, and then those satin laces that were his legs tightly fixed Doojoon in place. Doojoon leaned in to brush his open mouth about his mate’s warm, left cheek. Notably, he safely increased the timing of his thrusts just to finally end Hyunseung’s week-long torture. He heard the weak, broken calls of his name pass his lips. He felt him hug his cock harder. They were both driving each other crazy.
A beautiful arch formed in Hyunseung’s backside, the two males coming closer. They breathed erratically together, until Hyunseung become overwhelmed. Doojoon struck his prostate that one time, and the model literally erupted. Doojoon spat a curse at the sinful tensing around his shaft and came suddenly.
Hyunseung’s curved torso eased into the sheets again, his pupils penetrating the pair belonging to the man he loved. A quiet period of kisses lapsed… They regarded one another as they kissed, watching the other melt beneath the weight of their lips.
“Wow,” snickered Doojoon, looking over the white, irregular splatters spilled all over Hyunseung’s rosy chest. The model chortled, evidently amused, “That’s a lot of cum~”
His fiancé took on the delightful chore of sweeping it all onto his tongue and making it all disappear down into his throat. Hyunseung pet his mate’s dark mane, shuddering at the tingles tickling his spine. He was spotless in seconds. Doojoon pecked his brow, uttered the words “beautiful” and “delicious,” and gazed into the reflection given by his love’s glossy, brown saucers.
…It was different with Hyunseung. It has always, always been different. In his past-with anyone else-Doojoon would just get up and leave. But the first time he’d made love with his fiancé, he saw something that he did not see in all of those other faceless boys’ eyes.
He saw Forever.
TTTTT I know where I left off in "Yellow" Doojoon was supposed to come to Seung's "rescue," but I didn't continue that part, obviously. I debated writing it, but I decided not to in the end. I will make it up in the ot3.
I am somewhat pleased with this partbut then again I'm never pleased. I wrote it ages ago but stopped because of school and lack of interest and time, and then bbs wanted me to continue so I was like okay I will. :'B I'll post the other part up a few days later. I have about 3/4 of that typed already. So yeeeeeah. Hyunseung's show, a dinner, and Junhyung's proposal is all in the next part.
BYE BYE. THANKS FOR READING. <333333333
Next: "H" is for "Housewife" (Nude)
Pairing(s): DooSeung (2JunSeung!OT3)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,091
Summary: AU. Doojoon loves it when Hyunseung gets pretty for him.
A/N: To whom it may concern.
Previous: "H" is for "Housewife" (Yellow)
Hyunseung preferred his pad to be spotless.
With a spotless pad, the model was able to process his thoughts efficiently and effortlessly if he was not looking at an assortment of junk. It put him at ease, tidying did, and ease is just what the young man needed.
Two days into the future, Hyunseung was going to be featured in one of his agency’s famed runway shows. It was going to be his very first show treading the cat walk. Externally, and around his veteran noonas, he appeared confident and sound at times. Peel him apart, and one would find that the model was as composed as a snowman in lower hell. The surmounting pressure on his frail shoulders was the nervousness and anxiety that told him he had to own the runway. To nail it. He had to uphold and maintain the image of his agency and simultaneously wear and sell the label’s greatly anticipated chic spring line. Springtime was upon them, so there were going to be hundreds and hundreds of photographers, critics, and the designers themselves present at the show, waiting for the unveiling of the genius threads.
So, bluntly, Hyunseung couldn’t afford to fuck up, chiefly not in front of his lover and his friend. (It was an exclusive event, yes, but Hyunseung scored two seats for Doojoon and Junhyung.)
But everything should go accordingly: The model attended all of the scheduled practice meetings, he remained frightfully faithful to his diet, he exercised safely…
But the man was still at his wits end. There is a logical, obvious explanation:
Hyunseung hadn’t been fucked in a week.
He and his fiancé did just about everything that they could do without involving penetration. But there was nothing like Doojoon bending him over, grasping his perfect cheeks in his scalding palms and easing his equally scalding length into the most intimate part of him. There was nothing like it.
Nothing.
Hyunseung burned for that sweet connection with his fiancé, but he couldn’t have it. Not yet. He could not risk an altering in his natural walk. He had to walk straight, striding daintily about the catwalk. Doojoon would ruin him.
Well, Hyunseung would kill for any type of connection with Doojoon, really. Either his fiancé was uprooting blades of grass at the park with the children, or signing sheet after sheet at the work office downtown. Doojoon-mentally scatterbrained-couldn’t have too many things on his mind all at once. Something either gets shoved aside, or omitted. And it looks like plans with Hyunseung got the latter treatment.
The engaged couple planned to go out for lunch in the afternoon at three o’ clock today. Hyunseung had practice around dinner, so the latter figured they could squeeze in a few hours of couple time before he had to slip away.
It was presently 5:37 P.M.
Doojoon was supposed to be home around two-thirty to get freshened up before their date. Three hours and some minutes had passed, and Hyunseung did not receive a single call from Doojoon. Not a single one. Not a text, not a voicemail. The model prepped for the date for hours, fussing over what threads he should wear and torturing his newly-dyed obsidian locks with his flat iron. He waited and waited for his love to arrive; when time melted away and the clock struck three, Hyunseung knew Doojoon wasn’t coming through that front door. He put his ensemble back in his extensive closet, slipped back into his lax clothing, and sulked for a few minutes. He was highly upset. He really wanted to go on that date. Where was his Doojoonie?
…The telephone rang. Hyunseung stopped dusting his skinny-neck vases and walked to the kitchen counter where the phone was kept. He hoped that it was Doojoon.
Hyunseung picked up the phone and eyed the caller ID. He did not recognize the number or name-so no Doojoon-but he answered nonetheless.
“’Boseyo……..Yes, this is Doojoon’s home, may I ask who’s…..me?.......My name is Jang Hyunseung…….Yes, I am his fiancé, yes…”
After making that claim, the male on the other end cackled insultingly from the very bottom of his gut.
He hung up on Hyunseung.
Hyunseung, acknowledging the click, peeled the receiver’s end from his ear and stared down the pinholes. His mouth twisted, “Good day to you, too, bitch.”
That phone call would add the fourth tally onto the people who called wanting to know whether his engagement to Doojoon was authentic and not some tale that they heard floating around town. The callers? They were Doojoon’s ex-lovers, ex-one-night-stands, ex-psycho-stalkers, what have you, and it must have humored or angered them to know that he of all people was settling down. Hyunseung’s recent caller simply laughed. The others prior to him called just to tell Hyunseung that he was basically stupid. How did they get his number, anyway?
“He’s only using you for your money, you are aware of that, right?” (Hyunseung had a very comfortable amount of money.) “I give it a year. Seven months,” said one in reference to Doojoon’s union to Hyunseung, “He’s gonna get tired of you.” “Haven’t you heard of all that he’s done?” “Why the fuck are you still with him?” “You’re so fucking stupid.”
Yes, Hyunseung heard from the people who dated him and from the man’s very mouth some if not all the things he’s done. Hell, he could write a book. But Doojoon stood stubbornly by his word that he was a changed man and ultimately that he loved him and just him and only him, and he would forever. Hyunseung should believe that. Yes?
Oh, speak of the devil and he shall appear: Doojoon finally arrived home. He pushed open the main door, then pulled the key out of the keyhole. His eyes anxiously roamed the main living space, finding Hyunseung relocating one of his beloved, tall plants in nothing but a pale, yellow muscle shirt and tired, denim shorts.
“H… Heeeey,” greeted Doojoon nervously, shutting and locking the door.
“Hey,” Hyunseung replied lamely in a short huff of air, cautiously placing the plant in a new corner, adjacent to where it once was. He was turned away from his fiancé.
Doojoon, hypersensitive, sensed his honey’s upset energy. It could very well be that he neglected to let Hyunseung know he would be having a meeting that day, which cut-or severed, more like-into their scheduled lunch date. Doojoon was also aware of the approaching runway show, and the wedding piled after that. Hyunseung was being squeezed all over with various events. Doojoon wondered if today would be the day he broke, if today was the last straw.
Doojoon walked lightly into the living area, dropped his briefcase to the couch, and plastered on a genuine, forgivable smile. He knew he would need more than a smile, but hey, the man had to start somewhere. Hyunseung turned around after analyzing his plant’s new home, and he found himself cornered by his beaming fiancé. Doojoon’s arms were held open and optimistically eager to receive him.
“I expected you home earlier,” Hyunseung started, staring at the open arms. Doojoon slowly dropped one-he wasn’t getting a hug-and the other was sent flying over his head as he nervously scratched his dark mane.
“Yeeeeah, um, I should’ve told you I would be home late… That’s what I should’ve done… and I would have but I realized that too late ‘cause Jungnim wouldn’t let us take and make calls. Shit, b-baby, I’m sorry. W-We can go out to eat tonight, though! How about that?” presented Doojoon energetically.
“I have practice tonight,” Hyunseung flatly countered.
Doojoon peered south in shame.
“Oh. That’s right…”
“I see you’ve forgotten that, too.”
Hyunseung curved his leanness around the human barricade, passing by him. His next area of interest was the curtain that ate up an entire wall.
“One of your little friends called today,” the model mentioned, straightening the golden rod. Doojoon about-faced, intrigued.
“‘Friends’? Who?”
“One of your admirers,” Hyunseung replied.
Doojoon knew what he meant, then. He knew exactly what he meant. His jaw loosened.
Another one? He realized that this was the fourth person to call his home seeking to pry into his life and his relationship. And all of those four times, Hyunseung was the one to answer. That certainly did not make Doojoon look good, and Hyunseung couldn’t be feeling too happy and secure about the harassing calls, either. He had much more to deal with than his future husband’s jealous, conniving past lovers and playmates.
Hyunseung loved Doojoon, but in all truth, Hyunseung wasn’t feeling too fuzzy in the heart.
Doojoon had to fix that.
“Hyunseung.”
Hyunseung’s sweet, brown eyes and hands abandoned the rod. His frame twisted to face his lover properly. He answered with his doe eyes. Doojoon stepped up to him, swept up his left hand, and quietly guided him to the loveseat. Seated, Hyunseung gazed upon his fiancé with inquisitive orbs. Doojoon hadn’t released his hand. His thumb daintily caressed the bony hills of his knuckles… back and forth… The man leaned for the model.
“I love you,” intimately muttered Doojoon. Hyunseung’s eyes dropped to his mate’s lips to watch those three words come from his mouth. Doojoon pushed them onto the model’s cushioned set. Together they birthed a warm, dry kiss. Doojoon carried Hyunseung lovingly in his eyes once again when they pulled away.
“I… I just want you to know that-and feel that I do, ‘cause I know I’ve been absentminded and… kinda careless towards you lately and… I don’t mean to be. You know I don’t… A-And as for those that keep calling… I’m sorry, Seung. I don’t want any of them, and you know that already. And whatever they’ve been telling you-true or untrue-I vowed to be devoted to you. None of that matters anymore. It’s just you and me now. You and me. Now if you want, I can change our number, because I don’t want them harassing you. I just… gah… I-I don’t wanna lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me… I know I’m immature still, but I’m… I’m trying to be a good lover to you. I… all I can really say is sorry. Can you forgive me for today? For everything, lately?”
Hyunseung sighed. Heavily.
“One, I’m not going anywhere, Doojoon. That’s something you don’t ever have to worry about. And I don’t care what he or whoever says, I’m still gonna be here. It takes a lot to get under my skin: I’m a model. And two, yes, I forgive you…”
Doojoon’s countenance twisted with apprehensiveness.
“…But?”
Hyunseung smacked his lips, “…But I just wish you were a little more considerate of me at times.”
“Okay.”
“And a little less forgetful. I don’t think I ask very much of you. All I wanted today was to have lunch together before I went to work,” both Hyunseung’s thin eyebrows arched pleadingly, “I wanted to spend time with you. That’s all I wanted.”
“I know, Seungie, and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Doojoon… Just… try not to forget so much.”
Doojoon lowered his head a degree, “…Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah… okay. More considerate, less forgetful,” Doojoon droned, ashamed of having to be told such.
Hyunseung’s stout tulips brushed Doojoon’s cheek in a slight kiss, “Thank you. I’m gonna finish cleaning, then I have to start getting ready…”
Shifting onto the two poles that were his legs, the model released Doojoon’s hand and stood up from the couch and traveled to the window to tinker with the golden rods alignment again.
And Doojoon just sat on the couch, feeling very much like a failure of a fiancé. Or a dumbass.
“…You’re welcome,” he murmured.
(Evening…)
There was a knock at the door.
Doojoon cloaked the knob with his palm, twisted, and pulled the door back. Junhyung was standing on the other side.
“Yooo,” Junhyung stepped inside the home.
“Hey Jun,” Doojoon closed the door, “I know you had a long day. Thanks for comin’.”
“I don’t pass up free drinks.”
Doojoon invited his greatest friend of all over to have a drink or two whilst sharing the day’s events, something they often did. He wanted companionship, honestly, and to talk about his recent screw-ups with Hyunseung.
Junhyung wandered into the main room, bending his knees and taking his signature seat at the end of the loveseat. He squinted about the house. His favorite pair of legs was missing.
“Where’s Seung?”
Doojoon, in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door. His fore and middle finger clutched two beers by their necks.
“He had practice tonight.”
Doojoon parked himself beside his pal, handing the cold bottle over.
“They sure are working him to death for that show,” commented Jun, popping off the cap with his bare hand.
“Yeah. He’s stressin’ big time.”
“Poor baby. I’m sure he’ll do great, though. All he has to do is walk and not fall. How hard could it be?”
“Oh it’s hard,” Doojoon twisted his cap off, too, “This show’s important for him; it’s his first runway show. I’ll just be glad when it’s all over so he could loosen up.”
“He’s uptight?”
Doojoon paused in thought before bringing the bottle to his lips, “He’s… more irritable than usual… and he’s rarely that. I’m certainly not helping.”
“Something happen?”
“Heh. So how about I totally forgot we were having lunch together today? But even if I remembered I still wouldn’t have been able to go because of that damn meeting-and Jung never forgot that one day I just bolted out of the conference room and never came back. And I couldn’t call Seung or anything ‘cause Jung didn’t want me using my phone. I almost forgot about the cake sampling, too, a few days ago. I came in late at the shop-‘cause you know, I lost track of time with the kids-and he’d already been there for forty minutes. We finally ordered our wedding cake, and the baker was all, ‘It’s a good thing you ordered today because after today I’m not sure if I would have it ready in time,’ Hyunseung was smiling the entire time in there, but he wanted to kill me. I saw it in his eyes. He wanted to mutilate me, Jun. He kinda ignored me the whole night… I was late for our engagement photos because of a game, and he wasn’t too happy about that. And today, another one called.”
Junhyung knew what he meant. “Shit. Another one, Joon?”
“Yep.”
Junhyung gulped, lowering his bottle, “Who? Did this one give a name?”
“No, but it’s most likely someone I used to mess around with. Hyunseung answered. Again. That’s the fourth time.”
“Damn. Hyunseung didn’t flip?”
“He didn’t flip the first, second or third time, but I see that he’s tired of putting up with it.”
“I would be, too, if I had all kinds of bitches calling my house and telling me stuff about what they did with my own man.”
Doojoon exhaled through his nostrils.
“I need to do something about it… ‘Cause… y’know… I don’t wanna lose him.”
Junhyung motioned his head, disagreeing, taking a swig of beer.
“He’s not goin’ anywhere, Joon.”
“He told me that same thing, but-”
“And he’s telling you the truth. Hyunseung’s already invested all this time and money into you. And you both’re getting married. You got the cake, the food, the pictures, the invitations and whatever else already set. He’s serious about you. He’s not gonna let those whores and what they say come in between what you and him have. Plus, he genuinely loves you. He’s stuck by you all this time. He does everything for you, Joon. And you honestly think he’s gonna leave that dick? He’s fucking whipped. He couldn’t leave you if he tried. And even if he did-which he won’t-I’d give him two days tops before he comes crawling back to you on his knees. Look, he’s staying. Bottom line. He’s not goin’ anywhere.”
Doojoon’s lips slanted with his side smirk at his friend’s well-spoken point, but they quickly dipped as his thoughts also made a slight plunge.
“I just don’t wanna screw this up. For once… I’m scared of losing someone, you know? This shit… it feels terrifying. Hyunseung… I mean, I met him on complete accident. He’s probably-no, he is the most attractive person I’ve ever dated. He’s sweet, too, an’ thoughtful. And hardworking. And sexy. He’s a fuckin’ godsend, and the last thing he needs is some no-good loser fucking shit up for him. Yeah, ‘cause he can do lots better than me. Lots better.”
“Yaaaaaah,” Junhyung popped his friend’s thigh with his palm, “Quit it.”
“What?”
“Quit doin’ that.”
“Doin’ what?”
“Puttin’ yourself down like that. Hyunseung doesn’t think you’re a loser.”
“Well I’m definitely not a winner.”
“Then change that if you want, but don’t degrade yourself. Damn… getting all emotional… is the beer getting to you?”
Doojoon “pffft”ed, rocking the bottle to and fro by its neck, “You know it takes more than this to get me buzzed.”
“I know. Just makin’ sure. ”
“I’m just disoriented. It’s probably because we haven’t physically fucked in days.”
Junhyung’s brows arched towards his hair line with the bottle at his lips. He gave the impression that he wanted the other male to elaborate about this interesting development.
“They want him walking all straight and pretty on the runway, so he told me that we can’t have sex. I can’t penetrate him.”
Junhyung swallowed, “Sure you can. Just don’t overdo it.”
Doojoon flashed an “Are you serious?” expression. Junhyung thought it was completely hilarious. Both knew that that was impossible.
“I want to fuck him in half.”
Junhyung discreetly slapped his lips with his tongue at the mental images manifesting in his cloudy head. Doojoon continued.
“He’s a walking pheromone. We do other things, but I just can’t-”
“You can’t be inside him.”
“Exactly.”
“So it’s not the same.”
“Unfortunately, yeah,” Doojoon’s tone dropped and roughened, “But right after that runway show, right after that dinner we’re all supposed to have, it’s just gonna be me and him-”
“-and Junhyung-”
“-and I’m gon-” Doojoon stopped his passionate declaration. He tuned in a hundred percent to his pal, his face fixed in clear bemusement, “What?”
Innocently, Junhyung put away two gulps of beer, “You said it’s gonna be you and him, and I added, ‘and Junhyung.’”
“Um, no.”
“Um, yes. The threesome. Remember?”
“Jun. How could you go on a date with Dongwoon and then turn right around and have sex with Hyunseung?”
“The same way you used to before you met Hyunseung. The game hasn’t changed since you’ve gotten engaged, Joon. As for me and Dongwoon, we’re not too serious. We’re not, like, a real couple or anything.”
“Is that what he thinks?”
“I don’t know what he thinks, but I know what I think.”
Doojoon sunk into the couch, narrowing his pin-sharp eyes to Junhyung, “And what do you think?”
“I’m allowed to fuck with whoever I want without penalty, that’s what I think. I’m catching fish, seeing which ones I want, and throwing the others I don’t want back.”
“Are you gonna throw Dongwoon back again?”
Junhyung humped his shoulders, polishing off his drink.
“I don’t know.”
“You never know anything.……… Wanna know what I think, though?”
“Not really.”
Doojoon continued anyway. “I think Dongwoon really likes you. He’s just more reserved and patient. He’s exactly what you need.”
“Are you just saying this to somehow persuade me from the threesome?”
“Partly, but I really think he really likes you. And if it’s only the sex you’re after, he’s not gonna give you any any time soon. I keep telling you, you’re gonna have to put in some work if you wanna hit that. Remember how long I had to wait for Hyunseung?”
“You waited four fucking months for a piece of ass.”
“But it was totally worth it. Totally.”
“Mmm. Nah. I’m sure smooth talking will be enough.”
Doojoon rose to his feet; he rolled his eyes to the high ceiling. “Whatever you say... You want another drink?”
“Sure.”
Doojoon got up from his cushion to fetch both himself and his friend a second beer. He lassoed two from the ‘frig and turned on his heel to trod back. “Say that we do go through with this threesome. Say it happens,” he started, “there are a few things that I want you to know.”
Junhyung received his drink, lifting his eyebrows, “Yes?”
“Hyunseung isn’t like the others that we’ve done this with. For one, he’s my fiancé. That automatically makes him different. And two, he’s not a slut. So if and when we do this, Hyunseung is not to be treated like some guy we picked up from 7th.”
“The former part I knew already, but I got cha. I understand.”
Doojoon finished his first beer and started to prepare his second bottle for drinking, “Good. Now, secondly, this is it. This is a one-time thing. You get to have sex with Hyunseung, and that’s it.”
“Unless he wants to have me back.”
Doojoon shot his serious eyes at him before puckering his lips around the brim of his second bottle. Junhyung held up his hands, but not necessarily in surrender, “Hey. We’ll see.”
“I know that if I come home one day and I catch you and him alone I’m beating the shit out of you on the spot.”
“Hey, hey. There’s no need for such language. You know I’d never come between you and Hyunseung. I’d never do anything like that. Especially when you two are gettin’ married to one another. This time is different. I get it, Joon. That’s your husband: He’s yours. Now you’re a great friend, ‘cause if I were you, and you would’ve asked if we could have a threesome with Hyunseung, I would’ve said ‘heeeellllll no.’”
“Because you would want that ass all to yourself, correct?”
“Correct.”
Doojoon smiled, “Now you know how I feel. Buuut I figured I could strike a deal with you, since you did kind of indirectly introduce us.”
“I should’ve been the one to kick that damn ball,” Junhyung murmured, chuckling along with Doojoon afterwards. The latter pat his friend’s back.
“Ahh, you’ll get to have him soon enough.”
“…………So, we’re really going through with it?”
Doojoon smacked his lips after the third swallow.
“All we need is Hyunseung’s approval.”
“Well then quit stallin’ and get it.”
Lavender
(1:17 A.M….)
Runway practice was a success.
Hyunseung and the whole lot of the baby doll models practiced their walks in the actual building the show was to be held in.
The room was predominately spacious. The walls were painted black to strategically draw the attention away from the surroundings and onto the models who were going to be sporting the floral, pastel, poppy fabrics by a supreme company. The ceiling was all glass, greenhouse-style. All light was going to be focused on the catwalk itself, laying approximately twenty meters on the floor. It stretched to the very center of the room, and then broke off horizontally into another twenty-meter runway that eventually took the model back to the center and thus behind the scenes. It was elevated one meter. In other words, it was to be the walk of Hyunseung’s life.
These dimensions terrorized Hyunseung an awful lot from the start, being comfortable in his skin as a stationary model. The apprehensiveness bubbled from within. He lacked faith in his abilities, in himself. He didn’t know if he could do it. Though with practice after practice-and much stern encouragement from noona Lady Choi-Hyunseung could feel the crumbled blocks of his sanity form a solid whole.
Hyunseung may be the only male model, but he was going to be the baddest bitch up there.
Returning home from a very late dinner with his modeling family, Hyunseung yawned as he inserted the silver key into the keyhole of his home. He didn’t anticipate his lover being awake and about at the hour, so he was very surprised to discover Doojoon sitting at the marble bar that hugged the perimeter of the kitchen. Glasses rested on the bridge of his narrow nose. There was a saucer of plump, purple grapes to his right. Yesterday’s newspaper was laid out on the marble top, too. Doojoon was just a finger flick away from dropping a grape in his mouth when he stopped, noting his mate’s return.
Pupils acknowledged either pair.
“Hey baby,” Doojoon smiled charmingly.
Hyunseung blinked, “Hi.”
“It’s about time you came home. I wondered if they were gonna keep you all night.”
Hyunseung returned a slight giggle as every step brought him nearer to Doojoon.
“I thought the same, but no. They didn’t keep us for too long. We all went out and ate and danced a little, had a few drinks together after practice… So we did have some fun.”
“That’s great to hear.”
Hyunseung reached the bar area. It physically separated him from Doojoon, acting as a hindrance. A smug smirk bent Doojoon’s lips as he sized the model up a little bit, “Come over here…” he beckoned from the other side.
After much coquettish lip curling, Hyunseung complied. He trotted to the side where his fiancé sat, and he invited himself right in Doojoon’s lap, seated on Doojoon’s comfortable, upper thighs. An arm held him in place.
“And just why are you still up?” the model inquired. Now both Doojoon’s arms firmly kept him in his lap. The closeness of their visages put them well within kissing range.
“Because I wanted to read this now irrelevant newspaper,” Doojoon responded, entirely joking. His eyes flicked from Hyunseung’s irresistible lips to his dark eyes, “You know I can’t sleep without you next to me… especially when I know you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not ‘mad’ at you.”
“I think you are.”
“Well I’m not.”
“…Could you show me?”
So with his deep duo of sweet, brown orbs, Hyunseung turned his head and peered gently and lovingly to Doojoon’s calm lips. The skin of their lips melted upon contact. Hyunseung even snuck in some tongue on the second smooch. A profound throb shot up Doojoon’s groin. Doojoon’s right hand descended from the trunk of Hyunseung’s back to firmly grip his bottom. The latter whimpered against Doojoon’s mouth. After the fourth kiss or so, Hyunseung lifted his lips away, beaming with immense satisfaction. The men smiled.
“Happy?” purred the model, lingering close to Doojoon’s pair of lips. Doojoon clasped the model’s chin with his fingers so he may sustain visual contact with his pretty eyes.
“Extremely… I hate it when you’re upset with me.”
Hyunseung followed up with a simple peck, “I don’t like being upset with you.”
“I know.”
“I hate it, Joonie.”
“I know, Seung. I hate it, too. But you’re my number one, and I’m gonna start treating you like it more.”
Hyunseung could honestly say that he was feeling very giddy about that last statement.
“I’d like that,” the model admitted to him quietly, “I’d like that very much.” He suddenly seemed very interested in Doojoon’s eye pieces.
“What?” asked Doojoon.
“I wish you would wear your glasses more.”
“You like the glasses?”
“I’ve always liked the glasses. I want you to wear them on our wedding day.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No. I look silly.”
“You don’t look ‘silly.’ Please, baby? Wear theeem.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I like when you wear them. You look sexy. And if you wore them on our wedding day it would make me a happy bride~”
“…It would make you happy?”
“Yes, very happy.”
And Doojoon lived to keep his Hyunseungie happy, but he could have some fun with this.
“If you do a kick-ass job at the show, I’ll see about wearing them to the wedding.”
Hyunseung simpered at the bargaining man, “Prepare to wear them anyway. I’ve been practicing my ass off.”
“You have?”
Hyunseung’s eyes lidded at Doojoon approaching lips, “Yes, I have.”
Doojoon nudged their mouths together.
“So you’re gonna work that ass tomorrow?” he spoke against the model’s lips.
Hyunseung pointed his hooded gaze.
“Are you gonna watch it?”
“I’m gonna do more than watch it.”
“Oh you are?”
“Yeah.”
Hyunseung traced a long finger from Doojoon’s throat to the tip of his chin, his nail softly scraping the skin along the way, “Could you show me a little bit of that?”
Doojoon unceremoniously jumped onto the bare soles of his feet, cradling his fiancé with his two hooks for arms. He was as weightless as a teddy bear. Hyunseung “eep”ed, being utterly surprised by the swift transition, and utterly delighted. Doojoon carried his partner to their private domain, shutting the door behind him with a kick of his left leg. Hyunseung had his eyes affectionately upon him the entire ride.
Doojoon hovered the model’s lithe body over their mattress. Hyunseung was gingerly placed on the bed, a smirking Doojoon immediately taking his reign in the sky over his fiancé’s frame. Once Doojoon was above him, Hyunseung executed one of his red belt moves on the attacker. In just a snap of a finger, Hyunseung thrust his hips up and strapped his winding legs about Doojoon’s waist. He pressed his palms onto the spring mattress and pushed so that he would launch his body off of the bed-the shift in weight overcoming Doojoon-and the latter was sent flying onto his back.
Doojoon, after a shout, blinked with a big grin. Hyunseung mirrored the gorgeous smile, sitting directly on top of him. He cocked his head a little to the left, “Did you like my trick~?”
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Doojoon’s mittens dually clamped onto his mate’s small hips. Hyunseung gave him some chortles for his statement; those chortles milked into low moans, for Doojoon’s manhood was pressing, knocking at his entrance. Hyunseung gyrated his hips around the organ, moaning, hissing, whining, whimpering, like a puppy being teased with a treat. Doojoon was enjoying it. He lifted his hips to grind his growing erection into his lover. Each time, the model’s pitch heightened adorably. Hyunseung’s orbs roughly sank their way out of their sockets, it felt that good. One hand of his rest on the base of Doojoon’s abs, the other chose to twist and fist his onyx hair between his fingers.
From the bottom, Doojoon thought the view was majestic. Hyunseung was in his own, delirious world… with his cock. The way his body moved around him in those pelvic circles… Doojoon didn’t know what was more erotic: His breathless puffs and the dragging, sensuous, mesmerizing motion of his hips, or the friction created by it.
One thing was evident: Hyunseung didn’t know what to do with himself or the erection he was grinding his ass into. He couldn’t be penetrated, but he needed something to put out this angry, week-old fire.
Doojoon forced Hyunseung on top of him in half a wink. Hyunseung cried out when their burning flesh slammed together. Doojoon ate up his lips with a hard kiss; they were in and out each other’s throats second after. Doojoon’s hands put themselves to use, unbuckling and pulling down the model’s gripping pants a little past his thighs. Though gripping, Doojoon wondered why they were so easily removed. Doojoon felt around his lover’s soft, bare bottom… He put the kisses on hold-Hyunseung complained with whines-and moved his neck about to investigate.
Hyunseung was wearing a fucking G-string. A lavender one, with faint, white lace trimmings. Doojoon fingered the long, thin strap in the hook of his index finger, snickering deviously at the blushing man above.
“Cute.”
With that same finger, Doojoon gave hell to Hyunseung’s hungry ring. He reduced him to a debauched, withering, moaning puddle of flesh with the simple thrusts of his middle finger. Hyunseung dug his head into his chest. His nails caught the cotton threads of Doojoon’s shirt as he tugged. He was hitting it right, lovingly petting that sweet sensitive bed while Hyunseung made pretty noises.
“Joon…… Doojoooonnnn……… ah… ah… aaahhh…”
“You don’t want this do you?” Doojoon asked, talking about his finger.
“…nnn.”
Doojoon rocked his hips upward, hissing, “This is what you want.”
“Dooo.”
“Don’t you?”
“Yessss.”
“How much?”
Hyunseung abruptly snapped straight up. Doojoon’s curling appendage disconnected from him. He showed him, alright. In ten seconds, the head of Doojoon’s manhood was being thoroughly caressed by the wet walls of Hyunseung’s mouth. And his throat. And his tongue. He was eager, yes, but he took his time with it, doing all the little things he knew would have Doojoon squeak if he caught him off guard.
“Hyunseung stop.”
And Hyunseung stopped. He left Doojoon’s cock with a long, hard lick. Doojoon brought his body up to a straight angle. Junhyung’s earlier advice was beginning to get to him.
“Come here,” demanded Doojoon, staring back into a pair of wide, confused orbs.
“What?”
“My lap. Come over here.”
“Doojoon we can’t-”
Doojoon’s expression of stone-cold sexiness shut Hyunseung the hell up. The model stripped his lower half of the fitting pants and scanty undergarment and scuffled over to his fiancé. Once close, Doojoon gazed piercingly into Hyunseung’s gorgeous, brown spheres. Their lips delicately joined in the sweetest, assuring kiss.
“I can’t do this anymore,” admitted Doojoon.
“I don’t think I can either.”
“I’ll be gentle.”
“You mean you’ll try to be gentle~”
“I mean I will be gentle.”
Doojoon kept his word, though. From the very moment their bodies became one, he kept his promise, the tempo of his hips being nice and slow. Hyunseung, on his back, nearly lost his saneness upon the first, patient thrust. He’d faithfully waited days for this. The show was tomorrow, but he couldn’t have another twenty-four hours sexually separate him from his mate. The men had been inseparable from day one, soul, mind, and body.
Hyunseung forcibly yanked Doojoon on top of him so that he had something to hold on to. Something to scratch, to caress. The latter, maddened by the suffocating, tight warmth of Hyunseung’s body, suckled and nibbled on the model’s bottom lip. He was fidgety, and rightfully so, because he very much wanted to fuck him in half. But Hyunseung’s tender caresses to his back and loving glances soothed and relaxed him. It encouraged him to keep this pace to the very end.
Hyunseung’s orgasm snuck up on him; it ate him as slow as Doojoon’s manhood had been doing to his insides for some long, ten-odd minutes. His breath shortened, hastened, and then those satin laces that were his legs tightly fixed Doojoon in place. Doojoon leaned in to brush his open mouth about his mate’s warm, left cheek. Notably, he safely increased the timing of his thrusts just to finally end Hyunseung’s week-long torture. He heard the weak, broken calls of his name pass his lips. He felt him hug his cock harder. They were both driving each other crazy.
A beautiful arch formed in Hyunseung’s backside, the two males coming closer. They breathed erratically together, until Hyunseung become overwhelmed. Doojoon struck his prostate that one time, and the model literally erupted. Doojoon spat a curse at the sinful tensing around his shaft and came suddenly.
Hyunseung’s curved torso eased into the sheets again, his pupils penetrating the pair belonging to the man he loved. A quiet period of kisses lapsed… They regarded one another as they kissed, watching the other melt beneath the weight of their lips.
“Wow,” snickered Doojoon, looking over the white, irregular splatters spilled all over Hyunseung’s rosy chest. The model chortled, evidently amused, “That’s a lot of cum~”
His fiancé took on the delightful chore of sweeping it all onto his tongue and making it all disappear down into his throat. Hyunseung pet his mate’s dark mane, shuddering at the tingles tickling his spine. He was spotless in seconds. Doojoon pecked his brow, uttered the words “beautiful” and “delicious,” and gazed into the reflection given by his love’s glossy, brown saucers.
…It was different with Hyunseung. It has always, always been different. In his past-with anyone else-Doojoon would just get up and leave. But the first time he’d made love with his fiancé, he saw something that he did not see in all of those other faceless boys’ eyes.
He saw Forever.
TTTTT I know where I left off in "Yellow" Doojoon was supposed to come to Seung's "rescue," but I didn't continue that part, obviously. I debated writing it, but I decided not to in the end. I will make it up in the ot3.
I am somewhat pleased with this partbut then again I'm never pleased. I wrote it ages ago but stopped because of school and lack of interest and time, and then bbs wanted me to continue so I was like okay I will. :'B I'll post the other part up a few days later. I have about 3/4 of that typed already. So yeeeeeah. Hyunseung's show, a dinner, and Junhyung's proposal is all in the next part.
BYE BYE. THANKS FOR READING. <333333333
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