hold the wall (woohyun/dongwoo)
hold the wall.
2woo. nc-17. uh, yeah. just look at the rating. ~3,000 words.
who is allowing me to continue this? honestly.
"Myungsoo's in my bed and already asleep. I can't get him to move. You know I need at least sixty-five percent of my bed and he's taking up over half. Right in the middle. Can I crash with- Dongwoo? Are you even listening?" Woohyun stands at the edge of the living room, having assumed he was speaking loud enough for Dongwoo to hear. Belatedly, he catches the headphones in his ears as the older flips through a music magazine, closing the distance with heavy steps that most people would call stomps. By the time he's nearly hovering over Dongwoo, the older notices him, pulling out one of the earbuds as a smile comes across his features.
"Did you say something to me," Dongwoo asks, the smile disappearing and replaced with a look of concern and furrowed brows. He watches as Dongwoo sheepishly holds up earbud with a small shrug. "They're noise cancelling. I didn't think they'd actually work… I guess I was wrong, huh?" Woohyun can't help but laugh along with Dongwoo, the older's laughter both infectious and amusing. "Anyway," Dongwoo starts and Woohyun wonders if the small shake of his head is to move his fringe or if it's to metaphorically shake free the other thoughts in his mind. "Tell me again?"
Woohyun sighs, hating to repeat himself but Dongwoo hadn't heard him the first time. His gaze lifts to the ceiling, trying to recall how he had said it before, but he decides against it. There's a time and a place to be whiny. "Can I crash with you tonight?" Woohyun notices how Dongwoo's eyebrow lifts in curiosity, almost goading him wordlessly to actually say everything he had.
But nothing else leaves Dongwoo's mouth except for a soft sigh paired with an even softer, "of course. Howon's out for the night and sometimes I have trouble staying asleep when I don't have someone with me." Woohyun watches Dongwoo carefully, how Dongwoo's eyes widen in surprise after he speaks and how he uses his fringe to hide his face because he knows lifting an arm to hide behind would alert Woohyun even more. It causes Woohyun to chuckle, arms lifting enough so his hands could be offered to Dongwoo to take.
The magazine and phone are abandoned, Woohyun squeezing Dongwoo's wrists the moment his hands curl around his own and he pulls Dongwoo up, his thumbs brushing along the inside of his wrist. "Hey," Woohyun says as he leans in. He knows he can get away with this, everyone else is either gone or asleep and he relinquishes his grasp on one of Dongwoo's hands so his can rake carefully through Dongwoo's hair, fingers fanning out against the back of his head. A part of him loves to sense Dongwoo's hesitation, his eyes giving away all his secrets, but Dongwoo's mouth betrays him because the second it parts just enough, Woohyun's lips are claiming it for his own.
It's oddly intimate and Woohyun thinks of girls he's dated in the past when he notices their hands are still joined together, Dongwoo's fingers laced perfectly with his own. He squeezes and Dongwoo responds in kind and they continue the hand squeeze war while continuing the kiss, Dongwoo chuckling when Woohyun starts a squeeze but doesn't stop. For Woohyun, it's easier to respond by action than with words, especially with Dongwoo who is always so compliant and so easy to please. The kiss ends with Woohyun pressing his lips firmly against his, taking a small step back, just to watch. He watches as the glaze over Dongwoo's eyes lessens once they're open, watches as Dongwoo blinks a few times, and laughs when Dongwoo whispers, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." The blush appearing on Dongwoo's face makes him grin even more and he turns around, his steps lighter as he heads toward Dongwoo's room. He doesn't hear the other behind him and after a few strides, he stops, turning around with a curious tilt to his head as he watches Dongwoo fold up the blanket and fix the pillows that had fallen out of place.
"Did Myungsoo get on your case again," Woohyun asks, extending an arm out to the older, his hand opening and closing in a grabbing motion in hopes Dongwoo will take the hint. He does, and Woohyun's grin widens as Dongwoo begins to close this distance, nodding wordlessly in response. It's magnetic how Woohyun's knuckles graze against Dongwoo's cheek and he is mesmerized by how Dongwoo's eyes flutter shut, how he leans readily into his touch. Knuckles turn into fingertips, lightly tracing along Dongwoo's jaw and down his throat to his exposed collarbones, Woohyun silently thanking God for the creator of tank tops, not only for himself to vainly show off his own body, but to witness Dongwoo do the same.
Dongwoo's shuddered breath fills Woohyun's ears and his gaze drops, a quick sweep of Dongwoo's body until his eyes finally land on the bulge in Dongwoo's sweatpants. As if Dongwoo was reading his mind, the older's hand hits Woohyun's shoulder repeatedly, almost with intent to bruise or, at the very least, hurt. "Hey. Hey! Stop! I," Woohyun has to stop himself, laughter bubbling up and out of him with ease as he looks up at Dongwoo with half-lidded eyes. "All I was going to ask was if you needed to go to the bathroom to take care of that be-" He lets out a yelp when Dongwoo pushes him against the wall next to his bedroom door, one hand clamped over his mouth and the other on the wall, next to his head. The older's expression is unreadable, Woohyun's eyes widening as the hand leaves his mouth, fingertips dragging down his lower lip. With bodies flush together, Woohyun can feel Dongwoo's length, hot and heavy pressing against his thigh and he can't stop himself from rolling his hips forward, even at the cost of Dongwoo's hand moving from the wall to roughly grab his hair.
There's a brief moment where Dongwoo stops, his expression relaxes and Woohyun's eyes shut the moment he feels Dongwoo's lips skirt at the edge of his mouth before leaning back. Lazily, his eyes open, the both of them sharing a small smile before Woohyun speaks. "What are you thinking about?" The suspicious look Dongwoo gives him when he asks the question makes Woohyun laugh. "Don't be shy, Dongwoo. It's just me. Want me to guess?" Dongwoo gives a noncommittal grunt in reply with his small nod and Woohyun smirks before he continues.
"Right here? Against the wall?" At first, Dongwoo doesn't reply, and his gaze is set behind Woohyun's head. It's easy for Woohyun to lift his arms, hands gripping Dongwoo's shoulders and he puts his weight mostly against the wall as his hands push down. It gives him enough leverage to lift his legs, Dongwoo's hands immediately going to hold on to Woohyun's thighs, keeping them both steady. "Dongwoo?"
"No. Well, maybe. Maybe now. Maybe."
Woohyun rolls his eyes, shaking his head as one of his hands moves to cup Dongwoo's chin, forcibly turning his head so their eyes meet. "Yes or no."
Dongwoo's eyes are half-lidded when he finally stops averting his gaze. "Yeah," he replies, and Woohyun tuts gently, causing Dongwoo to look slightly confused.
Woohyun leans in at that and Dongwoo's eyes widen before fluttering shut. It's easy for Woohyun to see what Dongwoo wants, but he's not ready to kiss him again just yet. "Yeah what?" His voice is barely a whisper now, lips brushing against Dongwoo's ear for the briefest of moments before he pulls back.
Dongwoo whines, his lower lip jutting out and Woohyun steels himself from giving in and closing the distance to kiss the pout away. He watches as Dongwoo's eyes flicker from Woohyun's face to his shoulder and back again. "Yeah, I want to," he pauses and Woohyun bites the inside of his mouth to stop himself from looking too amused because of it. "Fuck here."
Woohyun smirks, his thumb brushing against Dongwoo's lips, continuing the motion even after Dongwoo playfully bites at it. "See? That wasn't so hard. By all means, keep entertaining the thought. Because you are."
"I'm what?"
Dongwoo chuckles unknowingly, but it's more akin to him just breathing in and out shallow, nearly silent breaths and Woohyun squeezes his thighs around Dongwoo's middle, one of his hands moving to bring Dongwoo's ear back to his mouth. For a long moment, Woohyun simply breathes, the hot air the cause of Dongwoo shuddering as Woohyun bites at his earlobe. "Hard." He drags out the word, over-accentuating and he waits, knowing however Dongwoo reacts will be priceless to see.
Woohyun laughs at Dongwoo's whine, his arms quickly looping around his shoulders when Dongwoo pulls them both away from the wall. He stops the moment they're in the bedroom and Woohyun takes the hint, slowly resting his feet back on the floor, his hands slowly moving down Dongwoo's arms. He stops at Dongwoo's elbow, licking his lips when he catches Dongwoo staring. "I thought we were gonna do it," he starts, finishing his thought by pointing at the wall, grinning when he watches Dongwoo look perplexed as he follows Woohyun's hand. Dongwoo exhales out a soft sound of realisation when it all clicks together, wasting no time to guide Woohyun up against the door.
Woohyun locks it with a soft click before moving that hand forward, palming Dongwoo lazily over layers of fabric. He relishes in every sound that escapes past Dongwoo's lips, the older obviously straining from keeping himself quiet. "You don't want me to stop," he replies to Dongwoo's hushed, breathless pleas, not with how Dongwoo's body responds perfectly with every touch that lingers. It doesn't stop Dongwoo from begging again ("Woo- Woohyun. Stop. S-Stop.") and then Woohyun does just that, dropping his arms to his sides and presses his back up against the bedroom door to create as much distance as he can to the other.
"Why'd you stop," Dongwoo whines, panting heavily as one of his own hands moves in between their bodies to pick up where Woohyun left off.
"You told me to stop." Woohyun grins knowingly, fully aware of what Dongwoo was saying and doing and what he meant. "What kind of guy would I be if I didn't, mm?"
"Isn't. Don't people do that? Say that? I've done it before, right? Yeah. I know. I know I have." Dongwoo makes quick work of their pants and boxers, tugging both sets to their knees, long fingers curling around their lengths loosely, stroking in a haphazard rhythm.
"No," Woohyun replies with a sharp hiss, Dongwoo's hand beginning to distract him, "you've asked me not to stop."
"Oh."
Woohyun chuckles again, soft and breathy and he reaches down, fingers curling around Dongwoo's wrist. He hesitates, because no man would stop something like this from happening, but they had something else in mind and didn't want to become too distracted. Dongwoo's hand immediately moves away and Woohyun can catch each emotion crossing his face as the older works through his thoughts. "We're fine," Woohyun says before Dongwoo can even speak. "More than fine. Get the lube."
He expects Dongwoo to move back, but instead Woohyun watches as Dongwoo reaches down into the pocket of his pants, stepping out of them. "I found it in between the cushions," Dongwoo replies to the slightly parted lips and scoff that escapes out of Woohyun's mouth. "It's not mine! I'm not the type to start something like that in public." Woohyun thinks Dongwoo almost sounds affronted, as if he's scolding him and Woohyun simply smiles, biting back everything else he could say. For now.
Once they're both fully unclothed and Dongwoo has Woohyun pressed against the wall, Woohyun moans, biting down on his lower lip to quiet himself as Dongwoo's fingertips run down his back. His muscles contract and relax when Dongwoo pays close attention to how his back looks when he does, the older taking his time with admiring all he can of Woohyun. He widens his stance for better balance and when he feels one of Dongwoo's hands move in between his legs, fingers pressing into his inner thigh and he exhales sharply when he feels the first finger begin to press in past his entrance.
Woohyun likes to tease, but doesn't enjoy being teased. That in of itself is a lie because while he complains, he drunkenly told Dongwoo one night he actually did enjoy it. He wishes Dongwoo would forget their drunken conversations, but he never does. Now Woohyun is stuck, writhing as two fingers move slowly in and out of him, lazily hooking when Woohyun's body tenses, when he presses the side of his face against the wall, when he breathes out a harsh, "right there." His nails rake against the wall, body arching into the touch until the moment when Dongwoo's fingers disappear.
"Ready," Dongwoo asks and Woohyun has half a mind to force Dongwoo onto the floor and sit on him at this point if it meant they were going to do this. Instead, he nods, one of his hands reaching back to grasp at Dongwoo's hip, trying to pull him closer. Dongwoo laughs, long fingers grabbing a hold of Woohyun's hand before moving it to the wall, pressing his body flush against his. Woohyun's fingers fan out as Dongwoo works his own in between each one as Woohyun feels the familiar burn of Dongwoo entering him. "Okay?"
Woohyun swallows thickly before he replies, biting at his lower lip as he offers a small nod. Eventually, after Dongwoo asks again, he pushes back, moaning when he feels their bodies perfectly aligned. "Move, Dongwoo."
He does, slow and intimate as always and Woohyun wonders what goes through his mind when he does this. He can feel Dongwoo lean back and he turns his head, catching a glimpse of Dongwoo's eyes studying his frame. Their eyes meet and for a moment Dongwoo looks away, lips parting as if he means to speak. He doesn't, Woohyun's free hand moving to wrap around his own length, stroking in time as Dongwoo answers with rhythmic thrusts instead.
Dongwoo's fingers dig into Woohyun's hip when he starts to quicken the pace, Woohyun responding in kind as best as he can. For Woohyun, it's interesting when Dongwoo takes the lead; he isn't as vocal, almost as if he's calculating everything as if they are in the most sensual of dances. What normally are loud sounds worthy of a hand (or something else) to cover Dongwoo's large mouth become staccato breaths and quiet moans, filtered directly into Woohyun's ear and straight to his cock. Straining to hear the perfection that is Jang Dongwoo.
"You're louder when I fuck you," Woohyun groans, his hand pausing because he knows if he continues, he'll cum before Dongwoo, a fact of diminished pride. What he earns from both actions is his hand being replaced with Dongwoo's and the older's mouth pressed against his ear. Woohyun's body shudders when he feels Dongwoo simply breathe, his now free hand lifting, fingers making quick contact with Dongwoo's hair.
"Did you stop so you wouldn't cum," Dongwoo asks and Woohyun wonders why he didn't rise to the bait like normal. This is different than how Dongwoo is but Woohyun would be a liar if he said he minded. Dongwoo knows Woohyun's body better than he knows it himself and he tugs on Dongwoo's hair instead of saying anything in reply. "I thought so."
It's then when Dongwoo drops his other hand, fingers pressing into the top of Woohyun's thigh, causing Woohyun to let out a choked exhale of breath when he feels nails sinking into his skin. His grasp tightens on Dongwoo's hair, silently making it obvious the older isn't allowed to leave, isn't allowed to break the closeness. His entire body feels as if it's resting on hot coals or a block of ice, burning up and shivering all at once. It means he's close as his body shakes, the wall a hard comfort as Woohyun leans all his weight against it.
Dongwoo's mouth no longer hovers next to his ear, instead dropping to Woohyun's shoulder where lips press against skin. "Cum for me," Woohyun thinks he hears leave Dongwoo's mouth, but he whispers, "what?" in reply.
"Cum for me," Dongwoo repeats, teeth gently sinking into his shoulder, his tongue tracing the faint marks left behind in the bite's wake. Woohyun hears the slight wave in Dongwoo's words, his thrusts now shallow to keep him from reaching his own point of no return. It gives Woohyun the last chance he has for dominance, shaking his head before he replies. "You first."
Dongwoo's laughter is low and knowing, his body stilling aside from his hand moving from base to tip and back again along Woohyun's length. Woohyun knows he has not only lost, but he's also a lost cause, his forehead pressed against the wall as his eyes squeeze shut. Dongwoo's name is the only thing he utters as he cums, thick strands coating Dongwoo's hand and the wall. His hand doesn't stop until he cums a few thrusts later, Woohyun's name screamed, muffled by only Dongwoo pressing his mouth against Woohyun's shoulder.
Woohyun's body slumps as Dongwoo pulls out of him, breathing heavily as he walks quietly around the room. He turns around to catch Dongwoo discarding the condom, grabbing a towel. He doesn't care about cleaning up, stumbling toward the closest bed, thinking it's Dongwoo's, until he belatedly hears Dongwoo begging for him to stop since it's Howon's.
He doesn't. "You can explain it to him," is Woohyun's only reply, murmured into the apparently just cleaned comforter on top of Howon's mattress as Dongwoo smacks his ass with the towel before slipping into a pair of boxers, heading to the bathroom dampening it to clean the wall.
Later, in the early hours of the morning, Howon comes home to a fully naked Woohyun and a half naked Dongwoo curled up with no blankets on his bed. He sighs, writing an angry post-it note that he leaves on Dongwoo's forehead to get in the morning.
Invite me next time, douchefuck.
2woo. nc-17. uh, yeah. just look at the rating. ~3,000 words.
who is allowing me to continue this? honestly.
"Myungsoo's in my bed and already asleep. I can't get him to move. You know I need at least sixty-five percent of my bed and he's taking up over half. Right in the middle. Can I crash with- Dongwoo? Are you even listening?" Woohyun stands at the edge of the living room, having assumed he was speaking loud enough for Dongwoo to hear. Belatedly, he catches the headphones in his ears as the older flips through a music magazine, closing the distance with heavy steps that most people would call stomps. By the time he's nearly hovering over Dongwoo, the older notices him, pulling out one of the earbuds as a smile comes across his features.
"Did you say something to me," Dongwoo asks, the smile disappearing and replaced with a look of concern and furrowed brows. He watches as Dongwoo sheepishly holds up earbud with a small shrug. "They're noise cancelling. I didn't think they'd actually work… I guess I was wrong, huh?" Woohyun can't help but laugh along with Dongwoo, the older's laughter both infectious and amusing. "Anyway," Dongwoo starts and Woohyun wonders if the small shake of his head is to move his fringe or if it's to metaphorically shake free the other thoughts in his mind. "Tell me again?"
Woohyun sighs, hating to repeat himself but Dongwoo hadn't heard him the first time. His gaze lifts to the ceiling, trying to recall how he had said it before, but he decides against it. There's a time and a place to be whiny. "Can I crash with you tonight?" Woohyun notices how Dongwoo's eyebrow lifts in curiosity, almost goading him wordlessly to actually say everything he had.
But nothing else leaves Dongwoo's mouth except for a soft sigh paired with an even softer, "of course. Howon's out for the night and sometimes I have trouble staying asleep when I don't have someone with me." Woohyun watches Dongwoo carefully, how Dongwoo's eyes widen in surprise after he speaks and how he uses his fringe to hide his face because he knows lifting an arm to hide behind would alert Woohyun even more. It causes Woohyun to chuckle, arms lifting enough so his hands could be offered to Dongwoo to take.
The magazine and phone are abandoned, Woohyun squeezing Dongwoo's wrists the moment his hands curl around his own and he pulls Dongwoo up, his thumbs brushing along the inside of his wrist. "Hey," Woohyun says as he leans in. He knows he can get away with this, everyone else is either gone or asleep and he relinquishes his grasp on one of Dongwoo's hands so his can rake carefully through Dongwoo's hair, fingers fanning out against the back of his head. A part of him loves to sense Dongwoo's hesitation, his eyes giving away all his secrets, but Dongwoo's mouth betrays him because the second it parts just enough, Woohyun's lips are claiming it for his own.
It's oddly intimate and Woohyun thinks of girls he's dated in the past when he notices their hands are still joined together, Dongwoo's fingers laced perfectly with his own. He squeezes and Dongwoo responds in kind and they continue the hand squeeze war while continuing the kiss, Dongwoo chuckling when Woohyun starts a squeeze but doesn't stop. For Woohyun, it's easier to respond by action than with words, especially with Dongwoo who is always so compliant and so easy to please. The kiss ends with Woohyun pressing his lips firmly against his, taking a small step back, just to watch. He watches as the glaze over Dongwoo's eyes lessens once they're open, watches as Dongwoo blinks a few times, and laughs when Dongwoo whispers, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." The blush appearing on Dongwoo's face makes him grin even more and he turns around, his steps lighter as he heads toward Dongwoo's room. He doesn't hear the other behind him and after a few strides, he stops, turning around with a curious tilt to his head as he watches Dongwoo fold up the blanket and fix the pillows that had fallen out of place.
"Did Myungsoo get on your case again," Woohyun asks, extending an arm out to the older, his hand opening and closing in a grabbing motion in hopes Dongwoo will take the hint. He does, and Woohyun's grin widens as Dongwoo begins to close this distance, nodding wordlessly in response. It's magnetic how Woohyun's knuckles graze against Dongwoo's cheek and he is mesmerized by how Dongwoo's eyes flutter shut, how he leans readily into his touch. Knuckles turn into fingertips, lightly tracing along Dongwoo's jaw and down his throat to his exposed collarbones, Woohyun silently thanking God for the creator of tank tops, not only for himself to vainly show off his own body, but to witness Dongwoo do the same.
Dongwoo's shuddered breath fills Woohyun's ears and his gaze drops, a quick sweep of Dongwoo's body until his eyes finally land on the bulge in Dongwoo's sweatpants. As if Dongwoo was reading his mind, the older's hand hits Woohyun's shoulder repeatedly, almost with intent to bruise or, at the very least, hurt. "Hey. Hey! Stop! I," Woohyun has to stop himself, laughter bubbling up and out of him with ease as he looks up at Dongwoo with half-lidded eyes. "All I was going to ask was if you needed to go to the bathroom to take care of that be-" He lets out a yelp when Dongwoo pushes him against the wall next to his bedroom door, one hand clamped over his mouth and the other on the wall, next to his head. The older's expression is unreadable, Woohyun's eyes widening as the hand leaves his mouth, fingertips dragging down his lower lip. With bodies flush together, Woohyun can feel Dongwoo's length, hot and heavy pressing against his thigh and he can't stop himself from rolling his hips forward, even at the cost of Dongwoo's hand moving from the wall to roughly grab his hair.
There's a brief moment where Dongwoo stops, his expression relaxes and Woohyun's eyes shut the moment he feels Dongwoo's lips skirt at the edge of his mouth before leaning back. Lazily, his eyes open, the both of them sharing a small smile before Woohyun speaks. "What are you thinking about?" The suspicious look Dongwoo gives him when he asks the question makes Woohyun laugh. "Don't be shy, Dongwoo. It's just me. Want me to guess?" Dongwoo gives a noncommittal grunt in reply with his small nod and Woohyun smirks before he continues.
"Right here? Against the wall?" At first, Dongwoo doesn't reply, and his gaze is set behind Woohyun's head. It's easy for Woohyun to lift his arms, hands gripping Dongwoo's shoulders and he puts his weight mostly against the wall as his hands push down. It gives him enough leverage to lift his legs, Dongwoo's hands immediately going to hold on to Woohyun's thighs, keeping them both steady. "Dongwoo?"
"No. Well, maybe. Maybe now. Maybe."
Woohyun rolls his eyes, shaking his head as one of his hands moves to cup Dongwoo's chin, forcibly turning his head so their eyes meet. "Yes or no."
Dongwoo's eyes are half-lidded when he finally stops averting his gaze. "Yeah," he replies, and Woohyun tuts gently, causing Dongwoo to look slightly confused.
Woohyun leans in at that and Dongwoo's eyes widen before fluttering shut. It's easy for Woohyun to see what Dongwoo wants, but he's not ready to kiss him again just yet. "Yeah what?" His voice is barely a whisper now, lips brushing against Dongwoo's ear for the briefest of moments before he pulls back.
Dongwoo whines, his lower lip jutting out and Woohyun steels himself from giving in and closing the distance to kiss the pout away. He watches as Dongwoo's eyes flicker from Woohyun's face to his shoulder and back again. "Yeah, I want to," he pauses and Woohyun bites the inside of his mouth to stop himself from looking too amused because of it. "Fuck here."
Woohyun smirks, his thumb brushing against Dongwoo's lips, continuing the motion even after Dongwoo playfully bites at it. "See? That wasn't so hard. By all means, keep entertaining the thought. Because you are."
"I'm what?"
Dongwoo chuckles unknowingly, but it's more akin to him just breathing in and out shallow, nearly silent breaths and Woohyun squeezes his thighs around Dongwoo's middle, one of his hands moving to bring Dongwoo's ear back to his mouth. For a long moment, Woohyun simply breathes, the hot air the cause of Dongwoo shuddering as Woohyun bites at his earlobe. "Hard." He drags out the word, over-accentuating and he waits, knowing however Dongwoo reacts will be priceless to see.
Woohyun laughs at Dongwoo's whine, his arms quickly looping around his shoulders when Dongwoo pulls them both away from the wall. He stops the moment they're in the bedroom and Woohyun takes the hint, slowly resting his feet back on the floor, his hands slowly moving down Dongwoo's arms. He stops at Dongwoo's elbow, licking his lips when he catches Dongwoo staring. "I thought we were gonna do it," he starts, finishing his thought by pointing at the wall, grinning when he watches Dongwoo look perplexed as he follows Woohyun's hand. Dongwoo exhales out a soft sound of realisation when it all clicks together, wasting no time to guide Woohyun up against the door.
Woohyun locks it with a soft click before moving that hand forward, palming Dongwoo lazily over layers of fabric. He relishes in every sound that escapes past Dongwoo's lips, the older obviously straining from keeping himself quiet. "You don't want me to stop," he replies to Dongwoo's hushed, breathless pleas, not with how Dongwoo's body responds perfectly with every touch that lingers. It doesn't stop Dongwoo from begging again ("Woo- Woohyun. Stop. S-Stop.") and then Woohyun does just that, dropping his arms to his sides and presses his back up against the bedroom door to create as much distance as he can to the other.
"Why'd you stop," Dongwoo whines, panting heavily as one of his own hands moves in between their bodies to pick up where Woohyun left off.
"You told me to stop." Woohyun grins knowingly, fully aware of what Dongwoo was saying and doing and what he meant. "What kind of guy would I be if I didn't, mm?"
"Isn't. Don't people do that? Say that? I've done it before, right? Yeah. I know. I know I have." Dongwoo makes quick work of their pants and boxers, tugging both sets to their knees, long fingers curling around their lengths loosely, stroking in a haphazard rhythm.
"No," Woohyun replies with a sharp hiss, Dongwoo's hand beginning to distract him, "you've asked me not to stop."
"Oh."
Woohyun chuckles again, soft and breathy and he reaches down, fingers curling around Dongwoo's wrist. He hesitates, because no man would stop something like this from happening, but they had something else in mind and didn't want to become too distracted. Dongwoo's hand immediately moves away and Woohyun can catch each emotion crossing his face as the older works through his thoughts. "We're fine," Woohyun says before Dongwoo can even speak. "More than fine. Get the lube."
He expects Dongwoo to move back, but instead Woohyun watches as Dongwoo reaches down into the pocket of his pants, stepping out of them. "I found it in between the cushions," Dongwoo replies to the slightly parted lips and scoff that escapes out of Woohyun's mouth. "It's not mine! I'm not the type to start something like that in public." Woohyun thinks Dongwoo almost sounds affronted, as if he's scolding him and Woohyun simply smiles, biting back everything else he could say. For now.
Once they're both fully unclothed and Dongwoo has Woohyun pressed against the wall, Woohyun moans, biting down on his lower lip to quiet himself as Dongwoo's fingertips run down his back. His muscles contract and relax when Dongwoo pays close attention to how his back looks when he does, the older taking his time with admiring all he can of Woohyun. He widens his stance for better balance and when he feels one of Dongwoo's hands move in between his legs, fingers pressing into his inner thigh and he exhales sharply when he feels the first finger begin to press in past his entrance.
Woohyun likes to tease, but doesn't enjoy being teased. That in of itself is a lie because while he complains, he drunkenly told Dongwoo one night he actually did enjoy it. He wishes Dongwoo would forget their drunken conversations, but he never does. Now Woohyun is stuck, writhing as two fingers move slowly in and out of him, lazily hooking when Woohyun's body tenses, when he presses the side of his face against the wall, when he breathes out a harsh, "right there." His nails rake against the wall, body arching into the touch until the moment when Dongwoo's fingers disappear.
"Ready," Dongwoo asks and Woohyun has half a mind to force Dongwoo onto the floor and sit on him at this point if it meant they were going to do this. Instead, he nods, one of his hands reaching back to grasp at Dongwoo's hip, trying to pull him closer. Dongwoo laughs, long fingers grabbing a hold of Woohyun's hand before moving it to the wall, pressing his body flush against his. Woohyun's fingers fan out as Dongwoo works his own in between each one as Woohyun feels the familiar burn of Dongwoo entering him. "Okay?"
Woohyun swallows thickly before he replies, biting at his lower lip as he offers a small nod. Eventually, after Dongwoo asks again, he pushes back, moaning when he feels their bodies perfectly aligned. "Move, Dongwoo."
He does, slow and intimate as always and Woohyun wonders what goes through his mind when he does this. He can feel Dongwoo lean back and he turns his head, catching a glimpse of Dongwoo's eyes studying his frame. Their eyes meet and for a moment Dongwoo looks away, lips parting as if he means to speak. He doesn't, Woohyun's free hand moving to wrap around his own length, stroking in time as Dongwoo answers with rhythmic thrusts instead.
Dongwoo's fingers dig into Woohyun's hip when he starts to quicken the pace, Woohyun responding in kind as best as he can. For Woohyun, it's interesting when Dongwoo takes the lead; he isn't as vocal, almost as if he's calculating everything as if they are in the most sensual of dances. What normally are loud sounds worthy of a hand (or something else) to cover Dongwoo's large mouth become staccato breaths and quiet moans, filtered directly into Woohyun's ear and straight to his cock. Straining to hear the perfection that is Jang Dongwoo.
"You're louder when I fuck you," Woohyun groans, his hand pausing because he knows if he continues, he'll cum before Dongwoo, a fact of diminished pride. What he earns from both actions is his hand being replaced with Dongwoo's and the older's mouth pressed against his ear. Woohyun's body shudders when he feels Dongwoo simply breathe, his now free hand lifting, fingers making quick contact with Dongwoo's hair.
"Did you stop so you wouldn't cum," Dongwoo asks and Woohyun wonders why he didn't rise to the bait like normal. This is different than how Dongwoo is but Woohyun would be a liar if he said he minded. Dongwoo knows Woohyun's body better than he knows it himself and he tugs on Dongwoo's hair instead of saying anything in reply. "I thought so."
It's then when Dongwoo drops his other hand, fingers pressing into the top of Woohyun's thigh, causing Woohyun to let out a choked exhale of breath when he feels nails sinking into his skin. His grasp tightens on Dongwoo's hair, silently making it obvious the older isn't allowed to leave, isn't allowed to break the closeness. His entire body feels as if it's resting on hot coals or a block of ice, burning up and shivering all at once. It means he's close as his body shakes, the wall a hard comfort as Woohyun leans all his weight against it.
Dongwoo's mouth no longer hovers next to his ear, instead dropping to Woohyun's shoulder where lips press against skin. "Cum for me," Woohyun thinks he hears leave Dongwoo's mouth, but he whispers, "what?" in reply.
"Cum for me," Dongwoo repeats, teeth gently sinking into his shoulder, his tongue tracing the faint marks left behind in the bite's wake. Woohyun hears the slight wave in Dongwoo's words, his thrusts now shallow to keep him from reaching his own point of no return. It gives Woohyun the last chance he has for dominance, shaking his head before he replies. "You first."
Dongwoo's laughter is low and knowing, his body stilling aside from his hand moving from base to tip and back again along Woohyun's length. Woohyun knows he has not only lost, but he's also a lost cause, his forehead pressed against the wall as his eyes squeeze shut. Dongwoo's name is the only thing he utters as he cums, thick strands coating Dongwoo's hand and the wall. His hand doesn't stop until he cums a few thrusts later, Woohyun's name screamed, muffled by only Dongwoo pressing his mouth against Woohyun's shoulder.
Woohyun's body slumps as Dongwoo pulls out of him, breathing heavily as he walks quietly around the room. He turns around to catch Dongwoo discarding the condom, grabbing a towel. He doesn't care about cleaning up, stumbling toward the closest bed, thinking it's Dongwoo's, until he belatedly hears Dongwoo begging for him to stop since it's Howon's.
He doesn't. "You can explain it to him," is Woohyun's only reply, murmured into the apparently just cleaned comforter on top of Howon's mattress as Dongwoo smacks his ass with the towel before slipping into a pair of boxers, heading to the bathroom dampening it to clean the wall.
Later, in the early hours of the morning, Howon comes home to a fully naked Woohyun and a half naked Dongwoo curled up with no blankets on his bed. He sighs, writing an angry post-it note that he leaves on Dongwoo's forehead to get in the morning.
Invite me next time, douchefuck.