Heartbreaker [1/1]
Yongguk deposits the other onto his bed, hands running along jeans-clad thighs till he hooks them under the other’s knees and drags Himchan to the edge. The model makes a quiet sound of appreciation and curls a hand around Yongguk’s neck to draw him in for a brief kiss. ‘ My my, what big lips you have’ His hand grasps at the collar of Yongguk’s jacket and slides it over the rapper’s shoulders with a low, husky chuckle. Yongguk catches his lower lip between his own and gives an experimental suck. ‘All the better to kiss you with’ Yongguk growls and curls a hand behind Himchan’s ear. He nips at the ulzzang’s lips then smoothes his tongue over the abused skin. Yongguk manages to shake his arms free some moments later and the ulzzang’s hands are already tugging at the hem of his tee-shirt before the jacket hits the floor. Somehow he remembers to remove their shoes and socks.
‘My my’ Says Himchan, eyes a little wider than usual as he pulls Yongguk’s shirt up. ‘What big muscles you have’ He jerkily pulls the thin cotton up over Yongguk’s chest and leans forwards to lick a path from his navel upwards. Yongguk wriggles to get the shirt free but it snags around his neck and his arms flail above him. Himchan laughs and stands to help him free. Yongguk blushes slightly as, confidence plummeting as the model pulls his arms free and tosses the shirt over his shoulder. He’s still smiling though so Yongguk takes that as a good sign. He wraps his arms around the other and presses their lips together before ghosting a trail of butterfly kisses along his jaw. Himchan pants against his collar bone, fingers tracing the outlines of Yongguk’s stomach. ‘All the better to impress you with?’ This time he’s a little hesitant but he feels Himchan’s smile against his shoulder.
He reaches for Himchan’s jacket as the ulzzang unzips it and it narrowly misses the dresser it had been aimed at. He reaches for Himchan’s shirt, fingers falling to un-tuck it but the other bats his hands away. ‘Sorry’ Murmurs Himchan though the smile of his face proves he doesn’t mean it. ‘My six-pack isn’t as impressive as yours’ He sticks out his tongue playfully and begins yanking at the collar of his shirt. The first few buttons pop open and Yongguk reaches out to give another harder tug. The shirt pops open and Himchan’s skin is as pale as Yongguk had expected. ‘Beautiful’ Yongguk murmurs against Himchan’s lips. ‘Gorgeous’ He licks the shell of his ear. ‘Breath taking’ Slides a hand into the now open shirt. Himchan shivers at the touch and Yongguk drags his lips against the other’s neck. A hand tangles in his hair, guiding him back to the spot just beneath his jawline and Himchan moans as Yongguk sucks at the skin. He really needs to get out of his pants soon.
He pushes him back onto the brown silk sheets and crawls over him on hands and knees. Himchan grins up at him, pale skin contrasting against the brown silk and Yongguk can’t resist kissing him again. He smirks down at him, lips pressing to Himchan’s chest and he feels slender fingers curl into his hair. They press against his scalp, massage his temple and the big bad rapper purrs like a fat house cat. He bites Himchan’s nipple.
The ulzzang yelps in response - more from surprise then pain and presses harder against Yongguk’s skull as if wanting to crush his head. Yongguk laughs, a low rumbles that vibrates against Himchan’s chest and sends unexpected butterflies dancing. He places numerous sloppy kisses over the other’s torso; shoulder, inner elbow, nipples and down his stomach until the Ulzzang groans and gives his shoulder a gentle push. For that he brushes his fingers over the other’s ribs, eliciting a giggle from the younger man. He smirks against Himchan’s hip bone and trails a finger over the waist of his jeans.
He presses his lips to Himchan’s stomach, grazes his teeth against the curve of his belly button. He pops open the button of the younger man’s jeans and hooks his fingers into the waistband. Himchan lifts his hips from the bed as he tugs them down, lips forming a surprised ‘o’ as he notices the other isn’t wearing any underwear. Himchan makes a soft noise of appreciation as his cock is freed and smirks up at Yongguk. ‘Like what you see?’ He purrs, bending his legs to help Yongguk pull the denim free from his ankles. Yongguk nods. Himchan in all his pale glory looks like an angel against Yongguk’s chocolate coloured sheets.
Yongguk crawls back over him, leaves red marks on his pale skin with his teeth. Himchan gasps and arches against him, quiet little sounds slipping from between his lips. Yongguk suckles at the junction where neck meets shoulder and he feels the other cling to his back, fingers finding the curves of his muscles. Yongguk pulls back to lick a stripe across his palm and presses his lips to Himchan’s cheek. He curls a large hand around the other’s swollen cock and squeezes at the base. Himchan grunts against his ear, nails raking against his skin. Yongguk moves his hand, twists his wrist every now and then and the nails press deeper into his back, Himchan’s grunts getting louder in his ear.
Fingers curl around his wrist when Himchan starts to shake beneath him, limbs tense and head thrown back. Yongguk can tell he’s close, can tell by the way Himchan holds his breath and bites down on his own lower lip. He pulls Yongguk’s hand from his skin and presses a kiss against his wrist. Yongguk is caught off guard when the other somehow pins him to his back. Himchan smirks as he settles himself carefully on Yongguk’s groin.
There’s a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he rakes his hands over Yongguk’s chest. The rapper tries to unseat him but Himchan bats his hands away with a grin. Himchan rocks himself against Yongguk’s groin, fingers splayed over Yongguk’s firm chest for support. The rapper bucks his hips upwards in short - shallow thrusts and tosses his head back because god-that feels good.
Himchan slides along his legs, coming to rest at the other’s knees. Yongguk sits up, one hand curling around the back of Himchan’s neck to draw him in for a kiss. His eyes fall closed and suddenly Himchan is shoving a hand down the front of his jeans, cupping him through cotton boxers. ‘My my’ Himchan drawls, voice amused. ‘What a big cock you have’ He eyes Yongguk’s crotch like a lion stalking its prey. Yongguk rolls his eyes and begins to struggle out of his jeans. Himchan lays out beside him, hand stroking at Yongguk’s abs whilst he watches the rapper kick off his jeans and boxers. ‘All the better to fuck you with’ Growls Yongguk, tugging the other closer.
Himchan tugs at Yongguk’s thighs and shifts to lie between them. His fingers trace unmemorable patterns, hot breath ghosting across sensitive skin. His lips are close enough to brush the insides of Yongguk’s thighs and his nose skims the underside of Yongguk’s cock. The rapper yelps at the sudden contact, body quivering. Himchan grins and slides up Yongguk’s body to capture his lips. Yongguk kind of feels like his body is on fire. Himchan tweaks a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, making Yongguk arch from the bed. His head rolls back, a soft moan escaping his lips and he almost chokes on his own spit as Himchan’s hot mouth engulfs his cock.
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Yongguk bites on his lip as Himchan works his mouth over hardened flesh, alternating between gently suckling and lapping at it like a lollipop. His hands fist the bed-sheets, knuckles white and he scrunches his toes as Himchan makes a loud slurping sound against the underside of his length. He tangles long fingers into Himchan’s hair, silently howling as the tip brushes the back of the other man’s throat. So.fucking.tight. He could almost cum there and then. He tugs at Himchan’s hair, pulling him off his cock with a slick pop. He’s so close.
Himchan crawls over him in all his naked glory, long slender limbs and pale skin. Yongguk runs his hands over velvety smooth skin and his mouth waters. When Himchan kisses him he can taste himself in the other’s mouth. Himchan cradles his head between his hands and rolls his hips against Yongguk’s. ‘Protection?’ He asks, pulling away barely long enough to fill his lungs with oxygen before Yongguk surges forwards for another kiss. He pulls his lips away from Himchan long enough to find a ‘condom in one of the drawers of his bedside table. Himchan kisses him, brief and sweet. ‘ Thanks’ He murmurs.
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He takes one of Yongguk’s wrists in his hand and raises them to his face. With his eyes locked on Yongguk’s, he swiftly curls his lips around three fingers and hums in satisfaction. Yongguk can’t take his eyes off him. Himchan’s tongue swirls around his digits and he bites down on the tips as Yongguk pulls his hand free. Yongguk draws him down for a kiss as he begins to work the first finger into the other man. Himchan whines a little against his lips at first, more from discomfort than anything. He squirms slightly and grunts against Yongguk’s lips. It’s not long before Yongguk manages to insert a second and third finger.
Himchan tears open the condom packet with his teeth and pinches the end tightly between finger and thumb. He rolls it slowly down Yongguk’s swollen cock, tongue lapping at every inch of skin before it’s covered. Yongguk is a little surprised that other man is cutting straight to the chase but the other man is hovering over his spit-slicked cock and all thoughts fly from his head.
So.fucking.tight. He almost can’t breathe because nothing prepared him for how good this would feel. Himchan moans, slowly rocking against Yongguk without waiting to adjust. He plants his hands on Yongguk’s firm stomach for support and throws his head back. Yongguk lays back for a while, hands falling to Himchan’s hips as he works out the other’s rhythm and begins to match his thrusts.
They pick up speed together, Yongguk holding on so tight he leaves bruises on Himchan’s hips. He pushes himself up to his elbows, pulling Himchan down to meet him half way in a searing kiss. There’s a distinct burning sensation somewhere in his guy and his toes curl. The new angle proves an advantage when he strikes Himchan’s prostate with every other thrust and the ulzzang trembles above him, tiny whimpers falling directly into his ear. ‘Fuck Gukie, Fuck’ Himchan groans and fists his hair, roughly biting down on Yongguk’s collar bone. He laughs in response, bucks his hips harder because it feels so - so good. Their cheeks brush and Himchan moans a little louder as Yongguk speeds up, fingers leaving angry red welts on his hips.
Yongguk begins to grunt with every thrust, the pressure in his groin growing by the second. He watches Himchan through half-lidded eyes. His chest is flushed, head thrown back and he’s gritting his teeth as if he’s trying to fight off the impending orgasm. Just a little more. Yongguk curls his fingers around Himchan’s cock - still very much erect and flushed a dark purple. Himchan moans, a low throaty sound that makes Yongguk unconsciously speed up and drops his head forwards.
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Himchan cums first as Yongguk pulls him down on his cock with a particularly strong thrust and flicks his wrist just so. His body tenses for a moment and then he jerks, muscles contracting around Yongguk. There’s an odd sort of pressure in Yongguk’s chest as he watches Himchan shake above him, a low moan of ‘Gukie, Gukie, Gukie’ falling from his lips. It’s enough to snap the tension in Yongguk’s groin and he cums with a grunt and a growl, hips bucking up into Himchan as they ride their orgasms.
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‘Fuck’ Grunts Himchan, pulling himself up and off Yongguk. ‘That was good’ He murmurs looking very much like the cat that got the cream. He stretches out beside the rapper, using his bicep for a pillow. Yongguk grins and rolls to face him. He cards a hand through his hair and wipes the bangs from his sweaty brow. Himchan’s eyes are already closed and he can tell from the steadying rise of his chest that he’s already falling asleep. He presses a kiss to the ulzzang’s lips, smiling as the other returns it.
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He’s not sure when he fell asleep but Yongguk wakes up a little after 4am to the mattress. He pushes himself to his elbows and blinks sleepily at the pale back at the edge of his bed. ‘Himchan-ssi?’ He rakes a hand over his face and groans. ‘It’s 4am. Come back to bed’ He pats the mattress and flops backwards. For a moment everything is silent and then Himchan gets up and pulls on his shirt. Yongguk watches the dark figure that crosses to the chest of drawers, a wave of disappointment surging over him. Himchan shrugs into his jacket and toes his shoes on. He moves to the bed and brushes the hair from Yongguk’s face before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips
‘You’re in too deep, Bang Yongguk’
‘My my’ Says Himchan, eyes a little wider than usual as he pulls Yongguk’s shirt up. ‘What big muscles you have’ He jerkily pulls the thin cotton up over Yongguk’s chest and leans forwards to lick a path from his navel upwards. Yongguk wriggles to get the shirt free but it snags around his neck and his arms flail above him. Himchan laughs and stands to help him free. Yongguk blushes slightly as, confidence plummeting as the model pulls his arms free and tosses the shirt over his shoulder. He’s still smiling though so Yongguk takes that as a good sign. He wraps his arms around the other and presses their lips together before ghosting a trail of butterfly kisses along his jaw. Himchan pants against his collar bone, fingers tracing the outlines of Yongguk’s stomach. ‘All the better to impress you with?’ This time he’s a little hesitant but he feels Himchan’s smile against his shoulder.
He reaches for Himchan’s jacket as the ulzzang unzips it and it narrowly misses the dresser it had been aimed at. He reaches for Himchan’s shirt, fingers falling to un-tuck it but the other bats his hands away. ‘Sorry’ Murmurs Himchan though the smile of his face proves he doesn’t mean it. ‘My six-pack isn’t as impressive as yours’ He sticks out his tongue playfully and begins yanking at the collar of his shirt. The first few buttons pop open and Yongguk reaches out to give another harder tug. The shirt pops open and Himchan’s skin is as pale as Yongguk had expected. ‘Beautiful’ Yongguk murmurs against Himchan’s lips. ‘Gorgeous’ He licks the shell of his ear. ‘Breath taking’ Slides a hand into the now open shirt. Himchan shivers at the touch and Yongguk drags his lips against the other’s neck. A hand tangles in his hair, guiding him back to the spot just beneath his jawline and Himchan moans as Yongguk sucks at the skin. He really needs to get out of his pants soon.
He pushes him back onto the brown silk sheets and crawls over him on hands and knees. Himchan grins up at him, pale skin contrasting against the brown silk and Yongguk can’t resist kissing him again. He smirks down at him, lips pressing to Himchan’s chest and he feels slender fingers curl into his hair. They press against his scalp, massage his temple and the big bad rapper purrs like a fat house cat. He bites Himchan’s nipple.
The ulzzang yelps in response - more from surprise then pain and presses harder against Yongguk’s skull as if wanting to crush his head. Yongguk laughs, a low rumbles that vibrates against Himchan’s chest and sends unexpected butterflies dancing. He places numerous sloppy kisses over the other’s torso; shoulder, inner elbow, nipples and down his stomach until the Ulzzang groans and gives his shoulder a gentle push. For that he brushes his fingers over the other’s ribs, eliciting a giggle from the younger man. He smirks against Himchan’s hip bone and trails a finger over the waist of his jeans.
He presses his lips to Himchan’s stomach, grazes his teeth against the curve of his belly button. He pops open the button of the younger man’s jeans and hooks his fingers into the waistband. Himchan lifts his hips from the bed as he tugs them down, lips forming a surprised ‘o’ as he notices the other isn’t wearing any underwear. Himchan makes a soft noise of appreciation as his cock is freed and smirks up at Yongguk. ‘Like what you see?’ He purrs, bending his legs to help Yongguk pull the denim free from his ankles. Yongguk nods. Himchan in all his pale glory looks like an angel against Yongguk’s chocolate coloured sheets.
Yongguk crawls back over him, leaves red marks on his pale skin with his teeth. Himchan gasps and arches against him, quiet little sounds slipping from between his lips. Yongguk suckles at the junction where neck meets shoulder and he feels the other cling to his back, fingers finding the curves of his muscles. Yongguk pulls back to lick a stripe across his palm and presses his lips to Himchan’s cheek. He curls a large hand around the other’s swollen cock and squeezes at the base. Himchan grunts against his ear, nails raking against his skin. Yongguk moves his hand, twists his wrist every now and then and the nails press deeper into his back, Himchan’s grunts getting louder in his ear.
Fingers curl around his wrist when Himchan starts to shake beneath him, limbs tense and head thrown back. Yongguk can tell he’s close, can tell by the way Himchan holds his breath and bites down on his own lower lip. He pulls Yongguk’s hand from his skin and presses a kiss against his wrist. Yongguk is caught off guard when the other somehow pins him to his back. Himchan smirks as he settles himself carefully on Yongguk’s groin.
There’s a sparkle of mischief in his eyes as he rakes his hands over Yongguk’s chest. The rapper tries to unseat him but Himchan bats his hands away with a grin. Himchan rocks himself against Yongguk’s groin, fingers splayed over Yongguk’s firm chest for support. The rapper bucks his hips upwards in short - shallow thrusts and tosses his head back because god-that feels good.
Himchan slides along his legs, coming to rest at the other’s knees. Yongguk sits up, one hand curling around the back of Himchan’s neck to draw him in for a kiss. His eyes fall closed and suddenly Himchan is shoving a hand down the front of his jeans, cupping him through cotton boxers. ‘My my’ Himchan drawls, voice amused. ‘What a big cock you have’ He eyes Yongguk’s crotch like a lion stalking its prey. Yongguk rolls his eyes and begins to struggle out of his jeans. Himchan lays out beside him, hand stroking at Yongguk’s abs whilst he watches the rapper kick off his jeans and boxers. ‘All the better to fuck you with’ Growls Yongguk, tugging the other closer.
Himchan tugs at Yongguk’s thighs and shifts to lie between them. His fingers trace unmemorable patterns, hot breath ghosting across sensitive skin. His lips are close enough to brush the insides of Yongguk’s thighs and his nose skims the underside of Yongguk’s cock. The rapper yelps at the sudden contact, body quivering. Himchan grins and slides up Yongguk’s body to capture his lips. Yongguk kind of feels like his body is on fire. Himchan tweaks a nipple between his forefinger and thumb, making Yongguk arch from the bed. His head rolls back, a soft moan escaping his lips and he almost chokes on his own spit as Himchan’s hot mouth engulfs his cock.
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Yongguk bites on his lip as Himchan works his mouth over hardened flesh, alternating between gently suckling and lapping at it like a lollipop. His hands fist the bed-sheets, knuckles white and he scrunches his toes as Himchan makes a loud slurping sound against the underside of his length. He tangles long fingers into Himchan’s hair, silently howling as the tip brushes the back of the other man’s throat. So.fucking.tight. He could almost cum there and then. He tugs at Himchan’s hair, pulling him off his cock with a slick pop. He’s so close.
Himchan crawls over him in all his naked glory, long slender limbs and pale skin. Yongguk runs his hands over velvety smooth skin and his mouth waters. When Himchan kisses him he can taste himself in the other’s mouth. Himchan cradles his head between his hands and rolls his hips against Yongguk’s. ‘Protection?’ He asks, pulling away barely long enough to fill his lungs with oxygen before Yongguk surges forwards for another kiss. He pulls his lips away from Himchan long enough to find a ‘condom in one of the drawers of his bedside table. Himchan kisses him, brief and sweet. ‘ Thanks’ He murmurs.
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He takes one of Yongguk’s wrists in his hand and raises them to his face. With his eyes locked on Yongguk’s, he swiftly curls his lips around three fingers and hums in satisfaction. Yongguk can’t take his eyes off him. Himchan’s tongue swirls around his digits and he bites down on the tips as Yongguk pulls his hand free. Yongguk draws him down for a kiss as he begins to work the first finger into the other man. Himchan whines a little against his lips at first, more from discomfort than anything. He squirms slightly and grunts against Yongguk’s lips. It’s not long before Yongguk manages to insert a second and third finger.
Himchan tears open the condom packet with his teeth and pinches the end tightly between finger and thumb. He rolls it slowly down Yongguk’s swollen cock, tongue lapping at every inch of skin before it’s covered. Yongguk is a little surprised that other man is cutting straight to the chase but the other man is hovering over his spit-slicked cock and all thoughts fly from his head.
So.fucking.tight. He almost can’t breathe because nothing prepared him for how good this would feel. Himchan moans, slowly rocking against Yongguk without waiting to adjust. He plants his hands on Yongguk’s firm stomach for support and throws his head back. Yongguk lays back for a while, hands falling to Himchan’s hips as he works out the other’s rhythm and begins to match his thrusts.
They pick up speed together, Yongguk holding on so tight he leaves bruises on Himchan’s hips. He pushes himself up to his elbows, pulling Himchan down to meet him half way in a searing kiss. There’s a distinct burning sensation somewhere in his guy and his toes curl. The new angle proves an advantage when he strikes Himchan’s prostate with every other thrust and the ulzzang trembles above him, tiny whimpers falling directly into his ear. ‘Fuck Gukie, Fuck’ Himchan groans and fists his hair, roughly biting down on Yongguk’s collar bone. He laughs in response, bucks his hips harder because it feels so - so good. Their cheeks brush and Himchan moans a little louder as Yongguk speeds up, fingers leaving angry red welts on his hips.
Yongguk begins to grunt with every thrust, the pressure in his groin growing by the second. He watches Himchan through half-lidded eyes. His chest is flushed, head thrown back and he’s gritting his teeth as if he’s trying to fight off the impending orgasm. Just a little more. Yongguk curls his fingers around Himchan’s cock - still very much erect and flushed a dark purple. Himchan moans, a low throaty sound that makes Yongguk unconsciously speed up and drops his head forwards.
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Himchan cums first as Yongguk pulls him down on his cock with a particularly strong thrust and flicks his wrist just so. His body tenses for a moment and then he jerks, muscles contracting around Yongguk. There’s an odd sort of pressure in Yongguk’s chest as he watches Himchan shake above him, a low moan of ‘Gukie, Gukie, Gukie’ falling from his lips. It’s enough to snap the tension in Yongguk’s groin and he cums with a grunt and a growl, hips bucking up into Himchan as they ride their orgasms.
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‘Fuck’ Grunts Himchan, pulling himself up and off Yongguk. ‘That was good’ He murmurs looking very much like the cat that got the cream. He stretches out beside the rapper, using his bicep for a pillow. Yongguk grins and rolls to face him. He cards a hand through his hair and wipes the bangs from his sweaty brow. Himchan’s eyes are already closed and he can tell from the steadying rise of his chest that he’s already falling asleep. He presses a kiss to the ulzzang’s lips, smiling as the other returns it.
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He’s not sure when he fell asleep but Yongguk wakes up a little after 4am to the mattress. He pushes himself to his elbows and blinks sleepily at the pale back at the edge of his bed. ‘Himchan-ssi?’ He rakes a hand over his face and groans. ‘It’s 4am. Come back to bed’ He pats the mattress and flops backwards. For a moment everything is silent and then Himchan gets up and pulls on his shirt. Yongguk watches the dark figure that crosses to the chest of drawers, a wave of disappointment surging over him. Himchan shrugs into his jacket and toes his shoes on. He moves to the bed and brushes the hair from Yongguk’s face before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips
‘You’re in too deep, Bang Yongguk’