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Second bunch~
Still pimping One Day Big Bang (onedaybb). DSCS, longfic go.
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The Same But Different
Nichkhun/Taecyeon. PG-13. ~120 words. Really early meme challenge response. Kind of angsty and with Taecjay implications-I think.
"Stop," Khun says, but Taecyeon doesn't.
"Stop," Khun gasps, arching up, but Taecyeon doesn't. His teeth drag across Khun's throat and then down, to a chest that Khun knows is just as pale but nowhere near as defined, to legs that Khun knows are just as lean, but far too long.
Taecyeon reaches out, rubs and then tugs, and Khun moans. Taecyeon leans over him, grins-and then it disappears, something like realisation crossing his features. He blinks, frowns, lets go, moves away so there's no contact. Like it would kill him if there was.
Khun is used to this. He wishes he wasn't. He sits up, dares to get closer.
"Stop," Khun says, meaning it differently and wanting to comfort, but Taecyeon doesn't.
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Resistance Is Futile
Nichkhun/Taecyeon. PG-13. 600 words. Meant for a porn meme challenge but never got past fluffy domesticity.
He's determined that he's not going to let Taec do this, not going to let him win him over with his words and touches like always.
There's no toilet paper.
Thankfully, Nichkhun isn't in a position at this moment where he needs any, but what if he had been? What if he'd really needed it, what if he'd been relying on it and it wasn't there? It's the principle of it, it's the expectations he has that aren't being fulfilled, it's the latest in a long line of disappointments and it's essentially a back-breaking piece of straw.
"Hey," he says, pushing into the bedroom after he's washed and dried his hands, "there's no toilet paper."
Taec's lounging on the bed and looks up from his laptop only briefly. "Sorry, I must've forgot. I'll get some tomorrow."
"That's what you always say."
"We don't run out that often, do we?"
Nichkhun's standing far enough away not to be able to hit him so he kicks him instead, leg stretching out all the way, his toes catching Taec's shoulder.
"Ow!" Taec looks up properly now, frowning, his glasses reflecting a miniature laptop screen. "I hate your legs."
"You love my legs," Nichkhun says, before he can stop himself, realising what he's started far too late to take it back.
"Yeah I do." Taec's expression turns greasy and he closes the lid of his laptop, setting it aside to launch himself up and pull Nichkhun closer. Nichkhun stifles a yelp of surprise as Taec pulls him down onto the bed, laying him out straight before wriggling up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. His legs clamp around Khun's too, one foot stroking up and down his calf as Taec gently bites his ear. "I love them a lot."
Nichkhun rolls his eyes. He's determined that he's not going to let Taec do this, not going to let him win him over with his words and touches like always, but when Taec's hand slides under his shirt and his stomach tenses up and his willpower dissolves, like always.
Taec laughs quietly, breath puffing against his ear, and strokes his fingers lightly over Nichkhun's stomach because he knows it makes him squirm. "Try to keep fighting it," he teases, "I dare you."
"I'm not in the mood for games," Nichkhun complains, batting at Taec's hand, knowing even as he says it that this is part of it, that he's choosing to play right into it.
"I'm not either," Taec says, pressing his hips to Nichkhun's, and this time Nichkhun isn't prepared enough to suppress anything and he gasps, sharp and needy and embarrassing. Taec doesn't laugh at him this time though, he just moves even closer, his pelvis pushing uncomfortably into Khun's ass. "I'm sorry I forgot," he says gently. "It was an honest mistake."
"And the crab soup?"
"You can't get mad at me for that, I was making you dinner!"
"I hadn't eaten all day and by the time we realised it was inedible everywhere was closed."
"Not everywhere," Taec insists. He rolls Khun over and lowers himself on top of him. "Just everywhere you wanted to eat."
"That's practically the same thing." Khun tries to resist, he really does, but then Taecyeon leans down and nudges their noses together, his lips sliding down for a kiss as his hands work on Khun's fly.
"Wait, wait," Khun breathes, nudging Taecyeon away, "didn't we run out of condoms too?"
Taec grins. He clambers over Khun and pulls open the drawer of the bedside table, where there are five boxes of condoms in different varieties, arranged in a neat row.
"So you remembered those then," Khun says wryly.
"I had incentive," he answers, and rips open a box.
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