How We Roll
Title: How We Roll
Author: mushnrice
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Dooseung
Rating: Nc-17 (Rated by Chapter)
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Doojoon explores Hyunseung body with great detail.
How We Roll
Doojoon pressed kisses down the front of Hyunseung’s clothed chest, and he was able to feel each rib through the soft cloth of his shirt. Shimmying down lower, Doojoon fixed his face just above Hyunseung’s toned stomach, grinning. Lifting the white cotton shirt just enough, he pushed his whole head into the tiny space, hands coming to rest on Hyunseung’s parted thighs. Ignoring the giggles and whacks and pushes aimed at his shoulders, he relaxed against the soft stomach and smiled contentedly. Nuzzling the soft skin, he smiled, and then brought a hand up from where it was pressed into the jeans clad thigh, to squeeze into the tiny space with his head, starting to trace the soft skin in round circles, lightly caressing at the skin. Goosebumps raised on Hyunseung’s skin, the younger boy squirming under the light touches, hands coming to thread themselves through Doojoon’s coarse hair, pulling lightly. His legs were spread to allow Doojoon’s frame in between his body, and somehow the position had him feeling slightly awkward, but hey, nothing he’s never done before. Doojoon surged upwards, mouth closing over a nipple, and Hyunseung’s breath hitched, quickening just a tiny bit from the previous calm breaths.
His hand scratched lightly at Doojoon’s scalp, and the older boy whimpered at the feel of thin fingers pulling at his hair, own teeth biting at Hyunseung’s rounded nub. His face was still hidden underneath the cloth, and the air was getting a tiny bit restricted, so he pulled himself off, and wriggled Hyunseung’s loose white shirt off his form, immediately leaning back down to pull the nipple into his mouth. Like a baby would to its mother, Doojoon began to suckle at it playfully, grinning when Hyunseung began to writhe on the bed. Hyunseung’s brown hair was splayed all over the white soft pillow, and Doojoon pulled back, taking a moment to appreciate his thin form, lithe, graceful… A thread of saliva connected his mouth to the glistening red nipple, but the other nipple was still untouched, so he turned to the other and began to repeat the entire process of teasing the nub. Hyunseung groaned at the tease, breaths and pleas slipping out from his mouth in the form of little whimpers. His lanky legs spread a tiny bit further, and Doojoon grinned around the nipple, dipping his head to brush his nose against the smooth skin. One hand supported him up, while the other roamed, tracing every dip and nook and cranny of the thin and frail structure, pressing down lightly at what he knew was Hyunseung’s sensitive spots.
Like a set of buttons to wake up a old rusty robot, Hyunseung began to react, trying to bring up Doojoon’s head to kiss him, and when Doojoon didn’t respond because he wanted to take his time to appreciate what was his, he began to whine. Doojoon finally responded, lifting his head from caressing the erect nipples. He sends a final lick to the both of them before crawling up and over Hyunseung, their faces parallel to each other, his own aroused nipples rubbing against the smooth material of his green hoodie. Their chests slid and bumped, Doojoon not bothering to hold himself up, instead resting all his weight onto the boy below him. Wriggling his two arms under the pliant boy, he grinned when Hyunseung’s back arched, leaning down to connect their lips.
The kiss is slow, both of them angling their heads to each side to get a better expanse of skin, and Doojoon swallows - he swallows all the tiny noises Hyunseung makes, the pants, puffs, moans, his own noises eaten by the doe eyed boy below him, all his.
His hand twisted - snaked its way down to pinch and rub at the taught nipple, and Doojoon’s lips quirked when Hyunseung’s mouth opened, taking the chance to push his tongue into the opening. He sweeps around the cavern with practiced ease, tongue twisting with the smaller’s, slick sounds filling the room. Hyunseung’s hands stayed where they were, bunching the green thick fabric at his muscular upper arms, occasionally scrunching the green jacket tighter when Doojoon hit spots that were sensitive.
Their tongues curled and shifted together, in a sticky waltz that was slow, none of them caring about their surroundings. Doojoon wanted to sink - wanted to press so closely to the dancer that he couldn’t tell where he started and where Hyunseung ended, wanted to intertwine them so close, so that other people couldn’t tell them apart. Holding onto the back of Hyunseung’s neck, he supported it and pulled, pulled the dancer up so that his back was half off the bed, hands hooking onto Doojoon to bring himself up. He was in a uncomfortable position (not that Hyunseung will care, and Doojoon won’t care either) Doojoon pulled him up so that his own nose was skimming those chubby cheeks (that Hyuna dragged her nails over), pulled him so close, so that Hyunseung had to open his mouth all the way to accommodate Doojoon shoving his whole tongue deeper into his throat. Their moans get louder, more heated, the kiss dragging into hot and passionate, building up slowly. Doojoon pulled away for just a moment, ridding himself of the too hot hoodie, the only thing he’s wearing on top, and then he moaned - this was rare, because Yoon Doojoon never moans, when their chests bumped, ribbed edges of their chests catching on each other.
He felt delirious with pleasure, pants tightening, slowly but surely, and Doojoon broke the kiss to pull off his jeans and boxers in one shot - he wasn’t going to need it anyway, and then he slipped to the end of the bed, Hyunseung propping himself up on his elbows to stare at the now naked leader. Doojoon smiled reassuringly, a childish grin that had Hyunseung smiling in return, nudging at the leader’s naked thigh with a bare foot. Doojoon caught that teasing foot, brought it up closer to his face, and he knew that it didn’t strain the dancer at all, because Hyunseung was probably the most flexible one out of all of them. He took his time, pressed the first open mouthed kiss to his ankle, then frowning when his next kiss reached the jeans material instead of the skin that he wanted. Putting down that delicate foot, he signalled for the dancer to unbutton his jeans. Doojoon began to tug down the skinny jeans, down the smooth taut pale thighs, down to his knees, down to his calfs, and then when they were finally off, he pulled the boxers down and off, and to somewhere where he didn’t care. He continued with the kisses from where he left off, crawling onto the bed above Hyunseung’s skinny legs, grinning when the dancer gripped tightly onto his hair again and forced his cheek next to Hyunseung’s straining erection. He allowed his head to be turned to the side, and then he continued, pressing open mouth kisses to Hyunseung’s penis.
“Fuck, Doojoon!”
Once he reached the top, finished peppering kisses to the red and turgid skin, he began to swallow the thick length, breathing in slowly through his nose. He reached the bottom, and relaxed his throat, nose buried in Hyunseung’s pubic hair. His hand came up to fondle at the smooth testes, lips spreading around the cock in a smile when Hyunseung cursed again and then a full body shiver ran through Hyunseung’s body. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Doojoon brought up a hand immediately to steady Hyunseung’s hips, because he didn’t want to choke on cock, a muffled whine of displeasure reaching his ears.
Doojoon began to bob his head - up and down, making sure to tighten his lips around Hyunseung’s throbbing erection in his mouth. At the same time, he removed his fingers from the smooth orb, trailing past it, down slowly, dipping in between the butt cheeks. His index finger followed puckered skin - sliding, and teasing, before circling around Hyunseung’s clenching and relaxing hole. Hyunseung was moaning now, the first signs of sweat from either of them slicking the sheets, a thin layer coating his whole body. The tight and wet heat around Hyunseung’s cock was rare - it was rare for Doojoon to lower his head, even though Hyunseung loved it so much, it was rare for Doojoon because he hated choking, hated the feeling of a cock down his throat, (this was where they were very different, Hyunseung was a cockslut and outrightly proud of it).
“Eughh, fucking hell, Doo-“
A high sharp gasp breaks the air, and Doojoon hummed in pleasure around the cock in his mouth, finger pressing in deep into Hyunseung’s tight body - the warmth sucking his sole finger in, and he wondered, if this is how tight Hyunseung is with one finger, then how about his whole dick? The moans are rolling off Hyunseung’s tongue now, never ending, mixed with an endless worship of Doojoon’s name, with a few curses, pleads, begs for Doojoon to just go faster, not tease, not be so mean. Pulling out his finger and pulling off the dick with a pop (Hyunseung whined, outrightly whined and pouted at the elder), Doojoon brought the finger up and began to lick at it, pushing it totally into his loosened mouth. He then pushed, gave his right hand to Hyunseung, who immediately grasped the thick wrist, tongue flicking out to playfully tease.
“Fuck, do it properly or I’ll have to get lube.”
Hyunseung’s eyes brightened and he pushed Doojoon off, sliding off the bed himself. He padded over to the drawer, erection curving upwards towards his stomach, bobbing with every step he took. Doojoon groaned, and took the chance to flip onto his back, slick hand wrapping around his own erection. His heated back rubbed against where Hyunseung was once at and he groaned, tilting his head back to expose his throat. The dancer was back almost instantly, curling himself around Doojoon like a cat would around a tree, Hyunseung massaging lightly. Doojoon shivered, air con against his skin not helping any.
He briefly heard the sound of a cap popping, and then Doojoon grinned, scooting back on the bed so that his back hit the headboard. The dancer slicked his own fingers up, the strawberry lube tingling on his fingers (special lube courtesy of the Kiwoon couple next door who finished their melon lube even before they could start on it) before shifting forward some more (so that he wouldn’t tip off the bed if he leaned backward too far), getting on his back. Hitching his knees up and spreading his legs, he blushed at the awkward position, aware of how totally open he was with Doojoon able to see everything. He reached down, and pressed his middle finger into his own tight orifice, a high keen leaving his mouth at the intrusion. His head rolled on the blue sheets, eyes slipping shut at the pleasure burning along his spine, and he briefly heard Doojoon moaning too. Pulling the digit out of himself, he quickly plunged it back in, before adding his index finger. Shivering, he pushed them as far as possible, scissoring his thin fingers as far apart as possible, stretching the warm inner walls.
Doojoon groaned at the sight of the willing dancer, eyes half lidded, taking in the digits pressed deep into Hyunseung’s body. Easing forward onto his knees, he took Hyunseung’s ring finger and guided it next to his middle finger, pressing it into the body. It met with resistance, but gradually the finger sank deep in, and Hyunseung moaned again, trying to close his legs. Smacks landed on his knees, and Doojoon frowned with displeasure. He smacked the dancer again and rolled the thin boy onto his knees, making sure that the fingers stayed in. Hyunseung grasped onto the blanket, face rubbing against the heated sheets, his ass remaining up in the air. Doojoon grinned, landing an easy smack onto the firm globe of flesh. It quivered, and Hyunseung whimpered, trying to pull his own hand away from his ass. Doojoon growled, smacking his ass again.
“No one said you could pull it out.”
Hyunseung stayed there, shivering. Doojoon grinned, petting at his brown sweaty hair.
“Good boy.”
Slicking up another finger, Doojoon pressed a fourth finger into the already tight hole, digit rubbing along Hyunseung’s own. Grasping onto Hyunseung’s hips, he twisted the finger, Hyunseung jerking when he managed to rub against a soft bundle of nerves. A mewl escaped Hyunseung’s lips and Doojoon immediately grinned, index finger rubbing at it teasingly. Saliva spilled out from between Hyunseung’s kiss bruised lips and Doojoon grunted at the sight of Hyunseung, spent and tired. Reaching forward, Doojoon caught hold of the erect member and began to stroke, Hyunseung’s whole body stiffening up again.
“F-fuck, ahhnnn, Doo- Mmm!!”
Beginning to thrust his solo finger in harder along with Hyunseung’s three fingers, he stroked erratically according to his thrusts, leaning down over Hyunseung’s back. He smelled of sex, raw and wild, and Doojoon relished in his scent, bringing Hyunseung closer and closer to the edge with every rub and stroke.
The quick pace had Hyunseung’s gut tightening, signalling his release. White sparks flashed along his closed lids and he grunted, coming a few moments later, seed spilling over Doojoon’s hand and onto the blue sheets. Doojoon grinned, and pressed a few kisses onto his shoulder blade. Guiding the trembling fingers out of Hyunseung’s hole(Hyunseung was whining, oversensitive after his orgasm), he lined his still hard dick against Hyunseung’s loosened hole, teasing him by slipping in a little and then pulling out again. Hyunseung lifted a hand off the bed and smacked Doojoon on his thigh, grunting with displeasure. The leader chuckled, and then began to push forward in earnest, slipping easily into him. They both stilled once Doojoon was seated to the hilt, Hyunseung scrunching the sheets in between his clenched fist. Doojoon’s dick was way, way bigger than four fingers, and even after all these while, it still would hurt.
A gentle hand rubbed along his spine, loosening him up with whispers of comfort, Doojoon’s face red. It was hard, restraining him to wait for Hyunseung when all he wanted to do was to thrust into the soft and pliant and warm walls hugging him without restraint.
“F-fuck, Doojoon, move.”
The first pull out had Hyunseung wincing, clenching tight around Doojoon, and Doojoon gasped, before slowly pushing in again, relishing the feel of the warm tight walls around his throbbing organ. Angling his thrusts a tiny bit lower, Doojoon began to quicken his hips, rolling them in between thrusts. Hyunseung was salivating again, the blue sheets stained a darker blue, wet. Animalistic grunts and pants were filling the room, and Doojoon had his eyes shut, head tilted back, legs bent at the knees, hands on Hyunseung’s hips. The smaller boy was near the foot of the bed, head on the bed, ass propped up in the air.
It felt so good, where they were connected in the most intimate region. A few thrusts later had Hyunseung’s back arching further, hands scrabbling against the sheets. He was screaming, sobbing from the pleasure bursting from his prostate, speechless. Doojoon was grinning once again, starting to quicken his pace. It didn’t take much for the younger dancer to be hard and aching again, erection rubbing along the sheets with every hard thrust Doojoon made. Precum dripped, dripped onto the once clean sheets, now stained with his earlier release, saliva, and other unnameable body fluids.
It didn’t take much - the earlier foreplay they had earlier was too much for either of them, and Doojoon gasped, voice cracking on Hyunseung’s name as he recalled - recalled how the dancer had arched against his own fingers earlier. That was enough to push him down the cliff, and he fell, fell hard, entire body locking as his release pounded, warm and sticky cum coating Hyunseung’s inner walls. Doojoon snapped his hips forward one more time, rubbing hard against Hyunseung’s prostate one last time milking the release for all it was worth, Hyunseung’s back arching against air. Another round of his seed coated the bed, and he reached down for his erection, stroking it and mewling when his hand made contact with the sensitive skin.
The leader collapsed with a pleased sigh against Hyunseung’s back, pulling off and out the dancer, hustling them both so that he was spooning the younger. Wrapping a firm arm around Hyunseung’s waist, he nuzzled at his neck and sighed, sated.
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/embarrassed/ my first ever Beast smut and it has to be a Dooseung. OTL nekkajitge unniiiieee TT_TT” aghhhh!! /hides head away/ this is so embarrassing! ><” ><” ><” Un beta-ed by the way, so excuse any mistakes.
Author: mushnrice
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Dooseung
Rating: Nc-17 (Rated by Chapter)
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Doojoon explores Hyunseung body with great detail.
How We Roll
Doojoon pressed kisses down the front of Hyunseung’s clothed chest, and he was able to feel each rib through the soft cloth of his shirt. Shimmying down lower, Doojoon fixed his face just above Hyunseung’s toned stomach, grinning. Lifting the white cotton shirt just enough, he pushed his whole head into the tiny space, hands coming to rest on Hyunseung’s parted thighs. Ignoring the giggles and whacks and pushes aimed at his shoulders, he relaxed against the soft stomach and smiled contentedly. Nuzzling the soft skin, he smiled, and then brought a hand up from where it was pressed into the jeans clad thigh, to squeeze into the tiny space with his head, starting to trace the soft skin in round circles, lightly caressing at the skin. Goosebumps raised on Hyunseung’s skin, the younger boy squirming under the light touches, hands coming to thread themselves through Doojoon’s coarse hair, pulling lightly. His legs were spread to allow Doojoon’s frame in between his body, and somehow the position had him feeling slightly awkward, but hey, nothing he’s never done before. Doojoon surged upwards, mouth closing over a nipple, and Hyunseung’s breath hitched, quickening just a tiny bit from the previous calm breaths.
His hand scratched lightly at Doojoon’s scalp, and the older boy whimpered at the feel of thin fingers pulling at his hair, own teeth biting at Hyunseung’s rounded nub. His face was still hidden underneath the cloth, and the air was getting a tiny bit restricted, so he pulled himself off, and wriggled Hyunseung’s loose white shirt off his form, immediately leaning back down to pull the nipple into his mouth. Like a baby would to its mother, Doojoon began to suckle at it playfully, grinning when Hyunseung began to writhe on the bed. Hyunseung’s brown hair was splayed all over the white soft pillow, and Doojoon pulled back, taking a moment to appreciate his thin form, lithe, graceful… A thread of saliva connected his mouth to the glistening red nipple, but the other nipple was still untouched, so he turned to the other and began to repeat the entire process of teasing the nub. Hyunseung groaned at the tease, breaths and pleas slipping out from his mouth in the form of little whimpers. His lanky legs spread a tiny bit further, and Doojoon grinned around the nipple, dipping his head to brush his nose against the smooth skin. One hand supported him up, while the other roamed, tracing every dip and nook and cranny of the thin and frail structure, pressing down lightly at what he knew was Hyunseung’s sensitive spots.
Like a set of buttons to wake up a old rusty robot, Hyunseung began to react, trying to bring up Doojoon’s head to kiss him, and when Doojoon didn’t respond because he wanted to take his time to appreciate what was his, he began to whine. Doojoon finally responded, lifting his head from caressing the erect nipples. He sends a final lick to the both of them before crawling up and over Hyunseung, their faces parallel to each other, his own aroused nipples rubbing against the smooth material of his green hoodie. Their chests slid and bumped, Doojoon not bothering to hold himself up, instead resting all his weight onto the boy below him. Wriggling his two arms under the pliant boy, he grinned when Hyunseung’s back arched, leaning down to connect their lips.
The kiss is slow, both of them angling their heads to each side to get a better expanse of skin, and Doojoon swallows - he swallows all the tiny noises Hyunseung makes, the pants, puffs, moans, his own noises eaten by the doe eyed boy below him, all his.
His hand twisted - snaked its way down to pinch and rub at the taught nipple, and Doojoon’s lips quirked when Hyunseung’s mouth opened, taking the chance to push his tongue into the opening. He sweeps around the cavern with practiced ease, tongue twisting with the smaller’s, slick sounds filling the room. Hyunseung’s hands stayed where they were, bunching the green thick fabric at his muscular upper arms, occasionally scrunching the green jacket tighter when Doojoon hit spots that were sensitive.
Their tongues curled and shifted together, in a sticky waltz that was slow, none of them caring about their surroundings. Doojoon wanted to sink - wanted to press so closely to the dancer that he couldn’t tell where he started and where Hyunseung ended, wanted to intertwine them so close, so that other people couldn’t tell them apart. Holding onto the back of Hyunseung’s neck, he supported it and pulled, pulled the dancer up so that his back was half off the bed, hands hooking onto Doojoon to bring himself up. He was in a uncomfortable position (not that Hyunseung will care, and Doojoon won’t care either) Doojoon pulled him up so that his own nose was skimming those chubby cheeks (that Hyuna dragged her nails over), pulled him so close, so that Hyunseung had to open his mouth all the way to accommodate Doojoon shoving his whole tongue deeper into his throat. Their moans get louder, more heated, the kiss dragging into hot and passionate, building up slowly. Doojoon pulled away for just a moment, ridding himself of the too hot hoodie, the only thing he’s wearing on top, and then he moaned - this was rare, because Yoon Doojoon never moans, when their chests bumped, ribbed edges of their chests catching on each other.
He felt delirious with pleasure, pants tightening, slowly but surely, and Doojoon broke the kiss to pull off his jeans and boxers in one shot - he wasn’t going to need it anyway, and then he slipped to the end of the bed, Hyunseung propping himself up on his elbows to stare at the now naked leader. Doojoon smiled reassuringly, a childish grin that had Hyunseung smiling in return, nudging at the leader’s naked thigh with a bare foot. Doojoon caught that teasing foot, brought it up closer to his face, and he knew that it didn’t strain the dancer at all, because Hyunseung was probably the most flexible one out of all of them. He took his time, pressed the first open mouthed kiss to his ankle, then frowning when his next kiss reached the jeans material instead of the skin that he wanted. Putting down that delicate foot, he signalled for the dancer to unbutton his jeans. Doojoon began to tug down the skinny jeans, down the smooth taut pale thighs, down to his knees, down to his calfs, and then when they were finally off, he pulled the boxers down and off, and to somewhere where he didn’t care. He continued with the kisses from where he left off, crawling onto the bed above Hyunseung’s skinny legs, grinning when the dancer gripped tightly onto his hair again and forced his cheek next to Hyunseung’s straining erection. He allowed his head to be turned to the side, and then he continued, pressing open mouth kisses to Hyunseung’s penis.
“Fuck, Doojoon!”
Once he reached the top, finished peppering kisses to the red and turgid skin, he began to swallow the thick length, breathing in slowly through his nose. He reached the bottom, and relaxed his throat, nose buried in Hyunseung’s pubic hair. His hand came up to fondle at the smooth testes, lips spreading around the cock in a smile when Hyunseung cursed again and then a full body shiver ran through Hyunseung’s body. The fingers in his hair tightened, and Doojoon brought up a hand immediately to steady Hyunseung’s hips, because he didn’t want to choke on cock, a muffled whine of displeasure reaching his ears.
Doojoon began to bob his head - up and down, making sure to tighten his lips around Hyunseung’s throbbing erection in his mouth. At the same time, he removed his fingers from the smooth orb, trailing past it, down slowly, dipping in between the butt cheeks. His index finger followed puckered skin - sliding, and teasing, before circling around Hyunseung’s clenching and relaxing hole. Hyunseung was moaning now, the first signs of sweat from either of them slicking the sheets, a thin layer coating his whole body. The tight and wet heat around Hyunseung’s cock was rare - it was rare for Doojoon to lower his head, even though Hyunseung loved it so much, it was rare for Doojoon because he hated choking, hated the feeling of a cock down his throat, (this was where they were very different, Hyunseung was a cockslut and outrightly proud of it).
“Eughh, fucking hell, Doo-“
A high sharp gasp breaks the air, and Doojoon hummed in pleasure around the cock in his mouth, finger pressing in deep into Hyunseung’s tight body - the warmth sucking his sole finger in, and he wondered, if this is how tight Hyunseung is with one finger, then how about his whole dick? The moans are rolling off Hyunseung’s tongue now, never ending, mixed with an endless worship of Doojoon’s name, with a few curses, pleads, begs for Doojoon to just go faster, not tease, not be so mean. Pulling out his finger and pulling off the dick with a pop (Hyunseung whined, outrightly whined and pouted at the elder), Doojoon brought the finger up and began to lick at it, pushing it totally into his loosened mouth. He then pushed, gave his right hand to Hyunseung, who immediately grasped the thick wrist, tongue flicking out to playfully tease.
“Fuck, do it properly or I’ll have to get lube.”
Hyunseung’s eyes brightened and he pushed Doojoon off, sliding off the bed himself. He padded over to the drawer, erection curving upwards towards his stomach, bobbing with every step he took. Doojoon groaned, and took the chance to flip onto his back, slick hand wrapping around his own erection. His heated back rubbed against where Hyunseung was once at and he groaned, tilting his head back to expose his throat. The dancer was back almost instantly, curling himself around Doojoon like a cat would around a tree, Hyunseung massaging lightly. Doojoon shivered, air con against his skin not helping any.
He briefly heard the sound of a cap popping, and then Doojoon grinned, scooting back on the bed so that his back hit the headboard. The dancer slicked his own fingers up, the strawberry lube tingling on his fingers (special lube courtesy of the Kiwoon couple next door who finished their melon lube even before they could start on it) before shifting forward some more (so that he wouldn’t tip off the bed if he leaned backward too far), getting on his back. Hitching his knees up and spreading his legs, he blushed at the awkward position, aware of how totally open he was with Doojoon able to see everything. He reached down, and pressed his middle finger into his own tight orifice, a high keen leaving his mouth at the intrusion. His head rolled on the blue sheets, eyes slipping shut at the pleasure burning along his spine, and he briefly heard Doojoon moaning too. Pulling the digit out of himself, he quickly plunged it back in, before adding his index finger. Shivering, he pushed them as far as possible, scissoring his thin fingers as far apart as possible, stretching the warm inner walls.
Doojoon groaned at the sight of the willing dancer, eyes half lidded, taking in the digits pressed deep into Hyunseung’s body. Easing forward onto his knees, he took Hyunseung’s ring finger and guided it next to his middle finger, pressing it into the body. It met with resistance, but gradually the finger sank deep in, and Hyunseung moaned again, trying to close his legs. Smacks landed on his knees, and Doojoon frowned with displeasure. He smacked the dancer again and rolled the thin boy onto his knees, making sure that the fingers stayed in. Hyunseung grasped onto the blanket, face rubbing against the heated sheets, his ass remaining up in the air. Doojoon grinned, landing an easy smack onto the firm globe of flesh. It quivered, and Hyunseung whimpered, trying to pull his own hand away from his ass. Doojoon growled, smacking his ass again.
“No one said you could pull it out.”
Hyunseung stayed there, shivering. Doojoon grinned, petting at his brown sweaty hair.
“Good boy.”
Slicking up another finger, Doojoon pressed a fourth finger into the already tight hole, digit rubbing along Hyunseung’s own. Grasping onto Hyunseung’s hips, he twisted the finger, Hyunseung jerking when he managed to rub against a soft bundle of nerves. A mewl escaped Hyunseung’s lips and Doojoon immediately grinned, index finger rubbing at it teasingly. Saliva spilled out from between Hyunseung’s kiss bruised lips and Doojoon grunted at the sight of Hyunseung, spent and tired. Reaching forward, Doojoon caught hold of the erect member and began to stroke, Hyunseung’s whole body stiffening up again.
“F-fuck, ahhnnn, Doo- Mmm!!”
Beginning to thrust his solo finger in harder along with Hyunseung’s three fingers, he stroked erratically according to his thrusts, leaning down over Hyunseung’s back. He smelled of sex, raw and wild, and Doojoon relished in his scent, bringing Hyunseung closer and closer to the edge with every rub and stroke.
The quick pace had Hyunseung’s gut tightening, signalling his release. White sparks flashed along his closed lids and he grunted, coming a few moments later, seed spilling over Doojoon’s hand and onto the blue sheets. Doojoon grinned, and pressed a few kisses onto his shoulder blade. Guiding the trembling fingers out of Hyunseung’s hole(Hyunseung was whining, oversensitive after his orgasm), he lined his still hard dick against Hyunseung’s loosened hole, teasing him by slipping in a little and then pulling out again. Hyunseung lifted a hand off the bed and smacked Doojoon on his thigh, grunting with displeasure. The leader chuckled, and then began to push forward in earnest, slipping easily into him. They both stilled once Doojoon was seated to the hilt, Hyunseung scrunching the sheets in between his clenched fist. Doojoon’s dick was way, way bigger than four fingers, and even after all these while, it still would hurt.
A gentle hand rubbed along his spine, loosening him up with whispers of comfort, Doojoon’s face red. It was hard, restraining him to wait for Hyunseung when all he wanted to do was to thrust into the soft and pliant and warm walls hugging him without restraint.
“F-fuck, Doojoon, move.”
The first pull out had Hyunseung wincing, clenching tight around Doojoon, and Doojoon gasped, before slowly pushing in again, relishing the feel of the warm tight walls around his throbbing organ. Angling his thrusts a tiny bit lower, Doojoon began to quicken his hips, rolling them in between thrusts. Hyunseung was salivating again, the blue sheets stained a darker blue, wet. Animalistic grunts and pants were filling the room, and Doojoon had his eyes shut, head tilted back, legs bent at the knees, hands on Hyunseung’s hips. The smaller boy was near the foot of the bed, head on the bed, ass propped up in the air.
It felt so good, where they were connected in the most intimate region. A few thrusts later had Hyunseung’s back arching further, hands scrabbling against the sheets. He was screaming, sobbing from the pleasure bursting from his prostate, speechless. Doojoon was grinning once again, starting to quicken his pace. It didn’t take much for the younger dancer to be hard and aching again, erection rubbing along the sheets with every hard thrust Doojoon made. Precum dripped, dripped onto the once clean sheets, now stained with his earlier release, saliva, and other unnameable body fluids.
It didn’t take much - the earlier foreplay they had earlier was too much for either of them, and Doojoon gasped, voice cracking on Hyunseung’s name as he recalled - recalled how the dancer had arched against his own fingers earlier. That was enough to push him down the cliff, and he fell, fell hard, entire body locking as his release pounded, warm and sticky cum coating Hyunseung’s inner walls. Doojoon snapped his hips forward one more time, rubbing hard against Hyunseung’s prostate one last time milking the release for all it was worth, Hyunseung’s back arching against air. Another round of his seed coated the bed, and he reached down for his erection, stroking it and mewling when his hand made contact with the sensitive skin.
The leader collapsed with a pleased sigh against Hyunseung’s back, pulling off and out the dancer, hustling them both so that he was spooning the younger. Wrapping a firm arm around Hyunseung’s waist, he nuzzled at his neck and sighed, sated.
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/embarrassed/ my first ever Beast smut and it has to be a Dooseung. OTL nekkajitge unniiiieee TT_TT” aghhhh!! /hides head away/ this is so embarrassing! ><” ><” ><” Un beta-ed by the way, so excuse any mistakes.