{oneshot} Turn It Up NC-17
Turn It Up
Summary - Was that really Jiyong? Was that really his single blasting from the speakers? Was that really Jiyong jerking off to his single?
Warning - masturbation, boy/boy
A/N - …because GD would. Don’t deny it.
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It wasn’t that the setting was ripe and hungry for sex, and that every cell in Seunghyun’s body had been lusting for Jiyong like a hot mess.
Actually, Seunghyun was in a mere ‘okay’ mood. The sun rose like always, there was a bit of dust here and there but it was nothing that a little brushing off couldn’t work away, and the air smelled like the remnants of kimchi. And to be honest, he hadn’t masturbated in a couple days, nor had he gotten any action in a while, nor was he specifically craving any. He didn’t feel like storming into Jiyong’s room and ravishing him with all the passion and might in his heart. Actually, Seunghyun only wanted to ask Jiyong if he’d left his iPod in Jiyong’s handy dandy man purse when he opened his band mate’s door and stood there awkwardly.
It wasn’t bad or anything. Jiyong had always had a certain elegance to him; boyish and a bit on the bony side, yes, but elegant nonetheless. And the fact that it was to his song was sort of flattering. It was just a bit surprising to him that he would find Jiyong lying haphazardly on his bed, fisting furiously at his cock to Seunghyun’s voice in the wee hours of morning.
Seunghyun was about to leave and let Jiyong finish his own business with mini GD when Jiyong climaxed out of nowhere. His eyes bugged out. Jiyong, eyes shut tight, dragged his voice out in a great cry of pleasure as his trembling hips shot up and white cum surged from the tip of his erection. It was pretty fucking hot, but Seunghyun really didn’t want to linger too long or else-and then all too soon, Jiyong opened his eyes and smirked when he saw Seunghyun there.
Aw shit, Seunghyun moped. He couldn’t leave now. He’d been seen.
“Didn’t see you there,” Jiyong said rather wearily. Seunghyun didn’t blame him. He did have, after all, a rather intense masturbation session.
“…I always guessed that you were gay,” Seunghyun finally replied. He didn’t like that what he just said had a slightly negative connotation to it, but it was really the only thing he could say at this point. And he thought that he ought to point that out.
“Whoa there!” Jiyong exclaimed, sitting up. “Whoa. Who said I was gay?”
“I…weren’t you…wasn’t that me?” Seunghyun gestured toward Jiyong’s speakers. His song had already been replaced, but he could’ve sworn-it was definitely him. It had the loud drum beat, his deep voice-
“Oh,” Jiyong let out a laugh. Seunghyun frowned. He had just walked in on a half-naked, self-pleasuring Jiyong. Why was he the one being embarrassed? “So you thought that I was just so gay and so in love with you that I’d lie down, switch your sexy little voice on, and start humping to it?”
Uh, yes? “Wasn’t that what you were just-”
“Well, aren’t you just so self-centered?” Jiyong smirked. “If I were gay, would I do this?”
He walked up to Seunghyun casually and closed his bedroom door. Seunghyun found himself pushed up against the wall, his chest full of Jiyong’s chest and his pants full of Jiyong’s hands. A strangled noise of surprise escaped his throat.
“What do you think? If I were gay, would I do this?”
Jiyong was breathing all of his words into Seunghyun’s mouth. He was undoing Seunghyun’s pants so quickly that before he knew it those busy hands were grabbing at his own cock like a flock of starving birds diving for bread crumbs. It really shouldn’t turn him on, because it was really rather crude and inconsiderate and rushed…but it was just so fucking sexy the way Jiyong’s fingers were twisting around on his shaft and his eyes were gleaming into Seunghyun’s, that he gave up. Seunghyun let himself be molested; he even grabbed at Jiyong’s waist and thrusted into Jiyong’s hands as Jiyong began to eat hungrily at his lips.
Just as Seunghyun felt himself climaxing, Jiyong swiped down and suddenly a hot mouth was sucking the life out of him. Seunghyun let out a long groan, loudly, proudly, getting a lot more satisfaction than was necessary by the idea of the band leader sucking him off so willingly.
When he was done, Seunghyun sank down slowly to the floor, sitting with his back against the door. He looked just a bit dazed. Jiyong lay face-up on the ground, head resting comfortably on his arms. He observed Seunghyun’s glassy eyes and smiled slightly.
“What on earth would even make you think that I was a little gay for you?”
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A/N - Um I like slut!GD and awk!TOP quite a lot. You’re gonna have to deal. <3
Summary - Was that really Jiyong? Was that really his single blasting from the speakers? Was that really Jiyong jerking off to his single?
Warning - masturbation, boy/boy
A/N - …because GD would. Don’t deny it.
-
It wasn’t that the setting was ripe and hungry for sex, and that every cell in Seunghyun’s body had been lusting for Jiyong like a hot mess.
Actually, Seunghyun was in a mere ‘okay’ mood. The sun rose like always, there was a bit of dust here and there but it was nothing that a little brushing off couldn’t work away, and the air smelled like the remnants of kimchi. And to be honest, he hadn’t masturbated in a couple days, nor had he gotten any action in a while, nor was he specifically craving any. He didn’t feel like storming into Jiyong’s room and ravishing him with all the passion and might in his heart. Actually, Seunghyun only wanted to ask Jiyong if he’d left his iPod in Jiyong’s handy dandy man purse when he opened his band mate’s door and stood there awkwardly.
It wasn’t bad or anything. Jiyong had always had a certain elegance to him; boyish and a bit on the bony side, yes, but elegant nonetheless. And the fact that it was to his song was sort of flattering. It was just a bit surprising to him that he would find Jiyong lying haphazardly on his bed, fisting furiously at his cock to Seunghyun’s voice in the wee hours of morning.
Seunghyun was about to leave and let Jiyong finish his own business with mini GD when Jiyong climaxed out of nowhere. His eyes bugged out. Jiyong, eyes shut tight, dragged his voice out in a great cry of pleasure as his trembling hips shot up and white cum surged from the tip of his erection. It was pretty fucking hot, but Seunghyun really didn’t want to linger too long or else-and then all too soon, Jiyong opened his eyes and smirked when he saw Seunghyun there.
Aw shit, Seunghyun moped. He couldn’t leave now. He’d been seen.
“Didn’t see you there,” Jiyong said rather wearily. Seunghyun didn’t blame him. He did have, after all, a rather intense masturbation session.
“…I always guessed that you were gay,” Seunghyun finally replied. He didn’t like that what he just said had a slightly negative connotation to it, but it was really the only thing he could say at this point. And he thought that he ought to point that out.
“Whoa there!” Jiyong exclaimed, sitting up. “Whoa. Who said I was gay?”
“I…weren’t you…wasn’t that me?” Seunghyun gestured toward Jiyong’s speakers. His song had already been replaced, but he could’ve sworn-it was definitely him. It had the loud drum beat, his deep voice-
“Oh,” Jiyong let out a laugh. Seunghyun frowned. He had just walked in on a half-naked, self-pleasuring Jiyong. Why was he the one being embarrassed? “So you thought that I was just so gay and so in love with you that I’d lie down, switch your sexy little voice on, and start humping to it?”
Uh, yes? “Wasn’t that what you were just-”
“Well, aren’t you just so self-centered?” Jiyong smirked. “If I were gay, would I do this?”
He walked up to Seunghyun casually and closed his bedroom door. Seunghyun found himself pushed up against the wall, his chest full of Jiyong’s chest and his pants full of Jiyong’s hands. A strangled noise of surprise escaped his throat.
“What do you think? If I were gay, would I do this?”
Jiyong was breathing all of his words into Seunghyun’s mouth. He was undoing Seunghyun’s pants so quickly that before he knew it those busy hands were grabbing at his own cock like a flock of starving birds diving for bread crumbs. It really shouldn’t turn him on, because it was really rather crude and inconsiderate and rushed…but it was just so fucking sexy the way Jiyong’s fingers were twisting around on his shaft and his eyes were gleaming into Seunghyun’s, that he gave up. Seunghyun let himself be molested; he even grabbed at Jiyong’s waist and thrusted into Jiyong’s hands as Jiyong began to eat hungrily at his lips.
Just as Seunghyun felt himself climaxing, Jiyong swiped down and suddenly a hot mouth was sucking the life out of him. Seunghyun let out a long groan, loudly, proudly, getting a lot more satisfaction than was necessary by the idea of the band leader sucking him off so willingly.
When he was done, Seunghyun sank down slowly to the floor, sitting with his back against the door. He looked just a bit dazed. Jiyong lay face-up on the ground, head resting comfortably on his arms. He observed Seunghyun’s glassy eyes and smiled slightly.
“What on earth would even make you think that I was a little gay for you?”
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A/N - Um I like slut!GD and awk!TOP quite a lot. You’re gonna have to deal. <3