summer fling, kangin/leeteuk
kangin/leeteuk, nc-17
notes: lol I haven't written smut for a long time, so I'm sorry this sucks so much /: posting only because featherie demanded it. /hides under a rock
His blonde hair smells of the beach; of sand, water, and sun, and Youngwoon kind of feels like going down to the ocean if that wasn't where they'd just come from. They stumble in through the door to his hotel room, mouths frantic on each other's burning skin as Youngwoon kicks the door closed.
Their hands are urgently fumbling with each other's clothes; Youngwoon feels Jungsoo's hands slipping under his tee, palms flat and warm against his skin which makes him shiver. They break away from the kiss and Youngwoon tugs his shirt over his head, breath heavy and eyes darkened with lust. He's never wanted anyone so bad in such a short amount of time, and the way Jungsoo is staring up at him like he knows exactly what he wants is enough to make Youngwoon nearly delirious with want.
Jungsoo laughs, breathy and light while he runs his palms over Youngwoon's shoulders, his chest, and his stomach as if he's mapping out every little detail of his body and committing it to memory. "You know this wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said 'show me a good time'." He says with a knowing smirk, looking back up into Youngwoon's dark eyes and feeling a jolt a electricity that goes straight to his cock in anticipation.
Youngwoon grins and leans in, hands cupping Jungsoo's face as he kisses him; deep and insistent. They move further into the room, slowly and taking their time now. And when the back of Jungsoo's knees hit the bed he automatically sits down, shuddering from the way Youngwoon's skilled tongue is brushing against his own.
He feels teeth biting at his lips and he moans into the kiss, the tongue that's running along his lower lip in apology making his jeans tighten rapidly. Youngwoon pulls away, leaving Jungsoo's breathless and gasping slightly. His hands are stilled on Youngwoon's belt and the younger smiles, prying his hands away and pushing him down to lie on the bed.
Jungsoo watches with hooded eyes as Youngwoon leans over him, pushing Jungsoo's wife beater up to his chest as his mouth trails warm, open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of skin on the older man's stomach. Jungsoo exhales, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of Youngwoon's warm lips against his skin which is already tingling with excitement.
Youngwoon palms Jungsoo's erection through his jeans and he gasps his name, reaching down to thread his fingers in that thick, black head of hair. The younger smiles against his skin and he nuzzles the happy trail from his bellybutton, making Jungsoo's stomach shake with laughter. "What are you doing?" He asks, amusement laced in his voice as he looks down.
As the younger looks up, he grins and pulls himself up to capture Jungsoo's mouth in a searing kiss that has him forget everything else but Youngwoon's hand that's massaging his cock through strained jeans and his lips which he finds stupidly addicting.
"Just trying to get to know every little part of you," Youngwoon breathes against his lips before he kisses him again, finally opting to open Jungsoo's belt and pulling off his pants and boxers.
Their playfulness is soon forgotten when Youngwoon descends on Jungsoo and tongues the thick vein on the underside of the older man's cock. He groans in pleasure, throwing his head back as Youngwoon takes him fully into his mouth; a world of warmth and delicious wetness that makes Jungsoo see stars.
He soon works up a rhythm and Jungsoo is grasping at the bed sheets, fisting his hands in the fabric and trying hard not to thrust up into that pretty mouth. Youngwoon's hands hold Jungsoo's hips down and he works his cock hard, relentlessly changing between sucking and and using his tongue to drive him mad with desire.
It's when Jungsoo feels his climax nearing that he finds purchase in Youngwoon's hair again and mumbles an incoherent 'stopstopstop' that he stops his assault and looks up at the older man. "Not like this," Jungsoo says between pants, pulling Youngwoon to him and kissing him deeply, tasting himself on his tongue. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't even think straight."
Youngwoon's stomach flips at the older man's words, the weight of them going straight to his aching erection.
It doesn't take long for Youngwoon to shake off his pants and boxers, apply lube, and prepare Jungsoo before he thrusts hard inside him. Jungsoo groans with pain and pleasure at the same time, his hands grabbing tightly at the metal bars the headboard is made of. Youngwoon releases a guttural moan when he buries himself to the hilt, burying his face against the older man's shoulder and biting down a bit harder than he intended as he pulls out and pushes back in.
Jungsoo is shaking in his arms and Youngwoon's common sense is gone, his body taken over by pure instinct as he creates a steady rhythm. Their bodies are radiating heat from each other and it's getting stuffy and hard to breathe, the windows in the room already slightly foggy.
Youngwoon raises himself up on his forearms so he can stare down at Jungsoo's pleasured facial expression, their eyes meeting and locking in an unspoken conversation. Youngwoon's hips buck and he's pounding harder and harder into the smaller, yet stunningly toned body beneath him and hitting his prostate periodically. Jungsoo grunts loudly, his fingers and knuckles whitening around the tight grip they have on the metal bars. Youngwoon leans down and tongues one of Jungsoo's dark nipples, letting the sensitive nub harden as he nibbles and plays with it with his teeth, Jungsoo's moans getting more erratic and he knows he's close.
With another few hard, deliberate thrusts, Youngwoon relishes in the scream Jungsoo emits as he comes hard against their stomachs. Youngwoon winces and groans at the feeling of muscles clenching around his cock and it only takes another few thrusts for him to come as well; his whole body trembling with the effort as he empties himself inside the older man.
They stay like that for a while, breathing hard as they climb down from their high; Jungsoo's grip slack on the metal bars and body feeling spent.
"Fuck," he says, breathless.
"Yeah," Youngwoon agrees, not bothering to move. He likes the feeling of Jungsoo's body against his own, their heartbeats seemingly beating in sync which amuses Youngwoon more than it should.
Somehow they get themselves cleaned up and Youngwoon flops back onto the bed, not bothering to pull on any clothes. His body is tired, but his mind is wide awake and he keeps replaying that look on Jungsoo's face before he came in his mind. That look that had him completely falling for him even though they were still perfect strangers to each other.
Jungsoo steps out of the bathroom with a soft sigh and a stretch as he looks over to the bed, walking over beside it to look down at Youngwoon's dreamy face. "Happy?" he asks with a grin, the dimple on the left side of his cheek prominent on his perfect face.
Youngwoon turns his head to look at him and beckons him over, smiling as the older man straddles his hips.
"You have no idea."
notes: lol I haven't written smut for a long time, so I'm sorry this sucks so much /: posting only because featherie demanded it. /hides under a rock
His blonde hair smells of the beach; of sand, water, and sun, and Youngwoon kind of feels like going down to the ocean if that wasn't where they'd just come from. They stumble in through the door to his hotel room, mouths frantic on each other's burning skin as Youngwoon kicks the door closed.
Their hands are urgently fumbling with each other's clothes; Youngwoon feels Jungsoo's hands slipping under his tee, palms flat and warm against his skin which makes him shiver. They break away from the kiss and Youngwoon tugs his shirt over his head, breath heavy and eyes darkened with lust. He's never wanted anyone so bad in such a short amount of time, and the way Jungsoo is staring up at him like he knows exactly what he wants is enough to make Youngwoon nearly delirious with want.
Jungsoo laughs, breathy and light while he runs his palms over Youngwoon's shoulders, his chest, and his stomach as if he's mapping out every little detail of his body and committing it to memory. "You know this wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said 'show me a good time'." He says with a knowing smirk, looking back up into Youngwoon's dark eyes and feeling a jolt a electricity that goes straight to his cock in anticipation.
Youngwoon grins and leans in, hands cupping Jungsoo's face as he kisses him; deep and insistent. They move further into the room, slowly and taking their time now. And when the back of Jungsoo's knees hit the bed he automatically sits down, shuddering from the way Youngwoon's skilled tongue is brushing against his own.
He feels teeth biting at his lips and he moans into the kiss, the tongue that's running along his lower lip in apology making his jeans tighten rapidly. Youngwoon pulls away, leaving Jungsoo's breathless and gasping slightly. His hands are stilled on Youngwoon's belt and the younger smiles, prying his hands away and pushing him down to lie on the bed.
Jungsoo watches with hooded eyes as Youngwoon leans over him, pushing Jungsoo's wife beater up to his chest as his mouth trails warm, open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of skin on the older man's stomach. Jungsoo exhales, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of Youngwoon's warm lips against his skin which is already tingling with excitement.
Youngwoon palms Jungsoo's erection through his jeans and he gasps his name, reaching down to thread his fingers in that thick, black head of hair. The younger smiles against his skin and he nuzzles the happy trail from his bellybutton, making Jungsoo's stomach shake with laughter. "What are you doing?" He asks, amusement laced in his voice as he looks down.
As the younger looks up, he grins and pulls himself up to capture Jungsoo's mouth in a searing kiss that has him forget everything else but Youngwoon's hand that's massaging his cock through strained jeans and his lips which he finds stupidly addicting.
"Just trying to get to know every little part of you," Youngwoon breathes against his lips before he kisses him again, finally opting to open Jungsoo's belt and pulling off his pants and boxers.
Their playfulness is soon forgotten when Youngwoon descends on Jungsoo and tongues the thick vein on the underside of the older man's cock. He groans in pleasure, throwing his head back as Youngwoon takes him fully into his mouth; a world of warmth and delicious wetness that makes Jungsoo see stars.
He soon works up a rhythm and Jungsoo is grasping at the bed sheets, fisting his hands in the fabric and trying hard not to thrust up into that pretty mouth. Youngwoon's hands hold Jungsoo's hips down and he works his cock hard, relentlessly changing between sucking and and using his tongue to drive him mad with desire.
It's when Jungsoo feels his climax nearing that he finds purchase in Youngwoon's hair again and mumbles an incoherent 'stopstopstop' that he stops his assault and looks up at the older man. "Not like this," Jungsoo says between pants, pulling Youngwoon to him and kissing him deeply, tasting himself on his tongue. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't even think straight."
Youngwoon's stomach flips at the older man's words, the weight of them going straight to his aching erection.
It doesn't take long for Youngwoon to shake off his pants and boxers, apply lube, and prepare Jungsoo before he thrusts hard inside him. Jungsoo groans with pain and pleasure at the same time, his hands grabbing tightly at the metal bars the headboard is made of. Youngwoon releases a guttural moan when he buries himself to the hilt, burying his face against the older man's shoulder and biting down a bit harder than he intended as he pulls out and pushes back in.
Jungsoo is shaking in his arms and Youngwoon's common sense is gone, his body taken over by pure instinct as he creates a steady rhythm. Their bodies are radiating heat from each other and it's getting stuffy and hard to breathe, the windows in the room already slightly foggy.
Youngwoon raises himself up on his forearms so he can stare down at Jungsoo's pleasured facial expression, their eyes meeting and locking in an unspoken conversation. Youngwoon's hips buck and he's pounding harder and harder into the smaller, yet stunningly toned body beneath him and hitting his prostate periodically. Jungsoo grunts loudly, his fingers and knuckles whitening around the tight grip they have on the metal bars. Youngwoon leans down and tongues one of Jungsoo's dark nipples, letting the sensitive nub harden as he nibbles and plays with it with his teeth, Jungsoo's moans getting more erratic and he knows he's close.
With another few hard, deliberate thrusts, Youngwoon relishes in the scream Jungsoo emits as he comes hard against their stomachs. Youngwoon winces and groans at the feeling of muscles clenching around his cock and it only takes another few thrusts for him to come as well; his whole body trembling with the effort as he empties himself inside the older man.
They stay like that for a while, breathing hard as they climb down from their high; Jungsoo's grip slack on the metal bars and body feeling spent.
"Fuck," he says, breathless.
"Yeah," Youngwoon agrees, not bothering to move. He likes the feeling of Jungsoo's body against his own, their heartbeats seemingly beating in sync which amuses Youngwoon more than it should.
Somehow they get themselves cleaned up and Youngwoon flops back onto the bed, not bothering to pull on any clothes. His body is tired, but his mind is wide awake and he keeps replaying that look on Jungsoo's face before he came in his mind. That look that had him completely falling for him even though they were still perfect strangers to each other.
Jungsoo steps out of the bathroom with a soft sigh and a stretch as he looks over to the bed, walking over beside it to look down at Youngwoon's dreamy face. "Happy?" he asks with a grin, the dimple on the left side of his cheek prominent on his perfect face.
Youngwoon turns his head to look at him and beckons him over, smiling as the older man straddles his hips.
"You have no idea."