(06) four woogyu drabbles
if you won't play fairly, then spare me I
364w
Sunggyu’s hands are delicate and graceful, no matter what they’re doing. They also seem to be doing something important, even when they’re just running along the waistline of the lace panties, and Woohyun is having a hard time deciding where to look at.
“Is this your first time?” Sunggyu smiles. Woohyun is blushing violently.
“It is.”
“It’s ok,” he says approaching the younger, who’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “You seemed to be very clear about what you wanted to be your first time, though.”
“I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you,” Woohyun’s hand joins the older’s one over the patterned rim of the panties, his eyes never leaving the point where the man’s pale skin meets the fabric. “And I knew panties would fit you the moment I saw you, too.”
Sunggyu just hums as a response, the other’s fingers gently massaging the skin right above his hips. He shudders when he feels Woohyun’s mouth on his stomach, slowly drawing circles around his navel, because it’s almost too gentle and he’s not used to it.
“Do you want me to take them off? Or maybe you prefer to take them off yourself.”
“Keep them, I want to see you getting hard inside of them.”
He definitely can do that, and pretty soon if Woohyun continues with his ministrations. He forgets for a moment who he is and where they are, but the music downstairs is too loud and the walls too thin and they bring him back to reality soon enough.
“This isn’t fair, I should be the one making you feel good.”
“You are making me feel good.” When Sunggyu looks down and their eyes meet, he thinks he can see again the lost boy that came through the door just one hour ago. “You’re so pretty, Sunggyu.”
Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as lost as he looked. And maybe it’s Sunggyu who’s lost, or at least he feels so as he looks into the dark orbs.
“This is not your first time.”
“Let’s pretend it is. Let’s pretend it’s yours, too.”
“That will be a little bit harder.”
“Take the panties off, we’ll go from there.”
you’re tearing us, you’re breaking us, you’re killing us, you’re saving us
444w
“Do me until I break,” he whispers. But honestly, it’s Woohyun who’s breaking. It’s Woohyun who crumbles when Sunggyu murmurs in his ear “do me raw”. It’s Woohyun whose skin rips under Sunggyu’s nails while the other moans like a mantra “you look so good, you look so damn good, God Woohyun, you look so fucking hot”. And even if it’s Sunggyu who’s squirming like crazy under him and the one having his insides ripped, it’s Woohyun who screams and cries when the other’s nails sink into the tender skin of his back until he’s bleeding.
In the morning, it’s finally Sunggyu who falls apart and mutters against his skin “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” while softly caressing the flesh wounds on Woohyun’s body. He doesn’t forget to rejoice in the tact of Woohyun’s new grown muscles under his fingers as he does so, and Woohyun can tell he’s holding back not to create new scratches in the still untouched areas.
“You like it that much?” Woohyun grumbles half-worried, half-satisfied against the pillow.
“God, yes.”
He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, he should not. He should stop him now because he’s worked really hard for this body and although he’s glad his boyfriend is enjoying it this much, he really wants the others to be able to enjoy it too. But it’s not every day that Sunggyu looks so needy, begging against his ear “touch me, please Woohyun, touch me, I’ll let you do anything you want to me”.
Eventually, anyway, it’s Woohyun the one who suffers a mental breakdown when the stylist’s cries echo across the room as she watches the younger changing into his mesh shirt.
“Oh my God, Woohyun-ah! You can’t go on stage like this!” Luckily for them, the changing room is half empty. “Wait here, I’ll go to find a tank top of your size.”
“Fuck, not again.”
He checks his back in the mirror and hisses horrified, pondering whether he should call Sunggyu to tell him about the consequences of his acts and make him feel at least a bit guilty. Before he can decide, his phone buzzes inside of his pocket as he gets a text from the older.
I was watching yesterday’s performance on TV.
I could see your muscles moving under your shirt and the veins under your skin and it was such a turn on.
I wanted to touch you so bad I had to run to the toilet to jerk off.
Do you think you could sneak the mesh shirt out of the dressing room?
I’m thinking about trying something new tonight.
Fuck everything, he’s definitely screwed up and he doesn’t care anymore.
if you won’t play fairly, then spare me II
638w
Sunggyu’s hands are delicate and graceful, no matter what they’re doing. They also seem to be doing something important, even when they’re just running along the waistline of the lace panties, and Woohyun is having a hard time deciding where to look at.
“This is by far the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done.”
“I’m half-hard.”
“You’re sick,” he says approaching the younger, who’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Maybe, but you’re fucking hot,” Woohyun’s hand joins the older’s one over the patterned rim of the panties, his eyes never leaving the point where the man’s pale skin meets the fabric. “And don’t worry, you’re still twenty, you have time to top this with some other embarrassing moments along your life.”
“If you’re talking about the cat ears, there’s no way I’m doing that.”
Sunggyu reaches for the waistline of the panties, but Woohyun is faster and holds his wrist in place.
“Keep them, I want to see you getting hard inside of them.”
The older scoffs, but doesn’t move an inch, and the other takes that as a signal to continue. He grabs his tights, taking his time to fondle them thoroughly, and Sunggyu shudders when he feels Woohyun’s mouth on his stomach, slowly drawing circles around his navel.
He’s half-hard, staining the flimsy underwear when the younger takes one of his nipples inside of his mouth, hands never leaving the insides of his tights, and when he looks down to meet Woohyun’s stare, he can see the the other smirking against his skin.
“Imagine the moment you tell your parents you’re fucking a high-schooler in your dorm. That will be embarrassing.”
“Way to kill the mood, thank you,” Sunggyu says pushing the younger, who falls unceremoniously on the bed.
“C’mon, don’t be like that, I was just trying to make you feel better about this.” Sunggyu has walked a couple of feet away from the bed, so Woohyun has to stretch himself out to grab his wrist and prevent him to get dressed and leave, as he seems to be considering. “I’m almost done with high-school, they will eventually know when I finish and we move in together.”
“Woohyun,” he finally turns to face the other again. “That’s not even decided yet.”
“No, better say you have not decided about that yet. I don’t have any doubts when it comes to watching you walk every day in a pair of panties around our house.”
Sunggyu snorts. “I had to get involved with the most perverted high-schooler in the town.”
Although the older is frowning, Woohyun can see his reservations slowly crumbling, so he pulls his hand lightly until the other is reluctantly walking towards the bed again.
“Let’s talk about that later,” he says, his mouth finding his way back to Sunggyu’s skin. “You’re still hard.”
The older only hums. Woohyun’s hands creep towards Sunggyu’s ass, barely covered by the lacy undergarment, and he shivers at the feeling.
It doesn’t take long until both of them are laying on the bed, Woohyun hovering the older and kissing every spot of Sunggyu’s skin.
“Let me fuck you with the panties on.”
Sunggyu laughs. “You owe me one.”
“I owe you lots,” he mutters while sucking a spot on his neck which luckily will last a couple of days. “And I love you,” he moves to create a new hickey on the other side but Sunggyu playfully smacks him. “And by the way, I already told my parents about you and they want to meet you.”
“Nam Woohyun, I hate you so much.”
He wants to say more, probably scream angrily and leave dramatically, but Woohyun’s hand is already inside of the panties, a finger teasing his entrance, and suddenly doing this everyday without having to worry about ill-timed flatmates doesn’t seem such a bad idea.
could it be that you and me are the lucky ones
440w
Nam Woohyun thinks he’s found heaven when one day he discovers a cute coffee shop just two blocks away from his workplace with mismatching cups and slate tables and a barista who looks like a heavenly creature to him. He also thinks he may have found the love of his life in said barista, until the other tells him he’s actually seeing someone already.
He is loyal, Sunggyu says, he was raised this way. Although it’s only two weeks after the statement that he’s sprawled on the counter, hair messy and Woohyun between his legs.
Sunggyu looks abnormally earthly when he tenses around him only to relax shortly after and starts sobbing uncontrollably even when Woohyun mutters on his hair all’s good, I love you, all’s good. Nothing’s good, and Sunggyu wishes Woohyun would at least pretend he feels a bit guilty because his insides are churning and he doesn’t know how to cope with it.
It will be ok, Sunggyu thinks when just some days after he sees Woohyun decorating the cupcakes Sungjong has just made. The young baker slaps him on the back of his neck and yells at him that he’s doing it all wrong and to get out of his kitchen. Woohyun squirms and when his eyes meet Sunggyu’s, who’s watching from behind the counter, he smiles like he has just seen an angel and the older feels something on his stomach that’s not quite the same he felt the last time. It’s raining outside and the coffee shop is dimly lighted, some indie band playing in the background, and Sunggyu has never found the place cozier than in that exact moment.
He’s still not sure what Woohyun does for a living, even though they’ve known each other for a couple of months already, and it’s kind of scary how little he knows about him and how much he feels. The younger is there everyday at the same time, pretending he’s helping Sungjong in the kitchen, flirting with the old ladies Hoya is serving, sleeping on a table at the back of the place with his suit disheveled, or just looking at Sunggyu like he’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, he whispers on his ear at night, when Sunggyu’s trying to close the coffee shop with Woohyun attached to his back. He says the most beautiful things he’s ever heard and does with his fingers the most amazing things Sunggyu has ever felt, and this time when he has the other man between his legs he doesn’t feel his stomach heavy. All’s good, he thinks, all’s good now.