Heat - Oneshot
Title: Heat
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairings: Jongup/Zelo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: not for kids. oh, and graphic sex.
Summary: Jongup knows a couple ways to make Junhong incoherent, but this is his favourite.
Jongup knows a couple ways to make Junhong incoherent, but this is his favourite.
They're pressed so close together, Jongup just watching him, eyes soft and fascinated, but remnants of a smirk still tugging at his lips. Maybe Junhong wonders what he looks like now, but Jongup thinks it’s best if he doesn’t know; cheeks flushed and sweaty, head thrown back, completely, utterly gone. So fucking sexy, just mind-blowingly erotic, and Jongup actually feels his head go numb.
Junhong is leaning into the crook of his neck, lips grazing his skin softly as he whimpers and whines like a little child. Jongup feels his dick harden impossibly more as Junhong does this, adoring his way of handling the pleasure and embarrassment. He can feel Junhong's breath spill over his skin in irregular patterns, ghosting over him and making him move faster. He moves the hand he has on Junhong's back up so it's cradling his neck, carefully stroking the skin under his fingers.
Junhong nuzzles further into Jongup, feeling his lips move against the sweaty skin as they slowly move together, pressed close. Jongup tastes like salt, Junhong thinks, his tongue falling out of his mouth from trying to deal with the pleasure of his boyfriend's warm, thick digits moving deeply inside him. He can't get over it, no matter how many times they do this, because Jongup will leave him wrecked, raw, just completely at his mercy.
"Hyung, hyung..." He chants like a prayer.
At this Jongup shivers and slows his fingers inside the tight heat, pulling them out unnecessarily slowly in order to enjoy some of Junhong's small noises. The elder greedily grabs onto Junhong's thighs and hikes them further up his lap so that Junhong is properly sitting on him. He can't stand it anymore; he's too heated, too lost, and ready to burst, so ready. Only Junhong can do this to him. Only fucking Junhong. The air around them is so hot and he can hardly feel anything but their slippery skin sliding against each other, a perfect fit in each other’s arms. He can't even breathe anymore.
Junhong can't do anything other than whimper into Jongup's neck, hands tightly wrapped around him as he becomes more lost in the overwhelming feeling. Jongup wouldn't have him any other way.
"You okay, baby?"
Junhong nods, and takes a few breaths before he answers. "More...more, Jonguppie-hyung..."
Jongup smiles in approval, more than willing to comply, but first he sinks his hand into the smaller's blonde locks, pulling him in closer so he can taste him again, his mouth seeking out Junhong's eagerly, and licking at the seams of his lips to coax him into access. Junhong compliantly opens his mouth to Jongup almost immediately, letting the older sink his tongue inside and fill him fully so they can taste each other, moving in lazy, needy motions.
Everything feels so clammy, so wet, and warm, and there's a haze building up between them as they rock back and forth, holding onto each other. It's so intense.
Jongup's tongue is massaging Junhong's, and he can already feel some saliva dripping out of the other's mouth in their fervor, as he sucks on his lips, pulling at them.
Junhong draws back breathlessly, eyes half closed, lips swollen, and Jongup's fingers are still firmly rooted in his hair.
"Please, Jonguppie, give..." He begs, incoherent and swaying in Jongup’s hold, head bowing down.
Jongup ignores him and pushes up into his mouth again, sucking Junhong's tongue in between his lips and moving to cup his face with both hands. He feels like he's swallowing Junhong whole, claiming his mouth completely as he moves their lips together in fluid motions. He tastes so good, his plump lips falling inbetween his own, and their saliva slowly mixing.
When Jongup opens his eyes again after a few minutes, there are tears at the brink of Junhong's eyes, his cheeks incredibly flushed and feverish, and his expression is nothing short of helpless. "Give..." He pleads again, weakly this time, and it doesn't take much for Jongup to figure out just how wrecked he is. "Please...please Jonguppie, I can't-"
He pushes his hips up then, the friction making Junhong's words die quick in his throat, replaced only by a loud moan.
"Hyung will give you, don't worry..." He reassures hastily, kissing him one more time before spitting in his hand, then taking a hold of his dick and starting to slick it with saliva.
Junhong gives off a sound of approval, sending jolts of pleasure through Jongup's system. Jongup speeds up the hand on his dick, jerking it steadily for a little bit before nudging the head in between Junhong's ass cheeks and sliding it up against the puckered entrance.
Junhong moans loudly at this, so loud that Jongup could bet his life the other members hear it too. But that's the least of his worries. Right now he's worried he'll release before he even enters Junhong. He can't even think about the heat that will soon surround him. He can't fathom it.
He brings his lips to Junhong's cheek, kissing away a tear of frustration that has made its way down, and guides Junhong's hips further towards him, rocking himself against his ass.
"Ah..." Junhong dutifully moans at the contact.
Jongup pushes forward the last few millimeters before he decides to sink in slowly, knowing exactly how to move because his body is so accustomed to Junhong, and he doesn't need to even think about what he's doing.
"Ngh..."
He kisses Junhong swiftly and then bucks upwards some more, slowly entering and stretching the ring of muscles that instantly clench around him.
"J-Jongup..." Junhong whimpers, gripping his shoulders harder and closing his eyes. He slides one hand down to his to hold hands, intertwining their fingers together.
"I know," he replies, moving to Junhong's ear to pull his lobe into his mouth, nibbling on it in slow, succulent movements.
Junhong's breathing is laboured, his body supported by Jongup's shoulders, his grip around him impossibly hard, not moving an inch.
"Right here, baby," Jongup whispers, lining his face against Junhong's cheek and wiping away another one of his tears. "You're so good, so good."
He's almost fully seated inside now, and he sinks Junhong down just a little further to swallow his moans and whimpers with his mouth, not stopping until Junhong calls his name out so loudly at the feeling of being filled so completely that he has to pull away.
"Junhong," his fingers move up then, over the promontory of Junhong's neck where the sweat has licked along his collar bone. Junhong's not listening; his thighs splayed long and pale on either side of Jongup's hips as the elder begins to fuck slowly up into him.
He's gorgeous; one long symphony of limbs with the leanest muscles that are pulling and slackening under his skin as he lifts himself at the crest of every thrust, letting gravity split him open again.
Jongup's hips pulse up instinctively into Junhong's heat, erratically moving his lower body, but there is a small effort from Junhong, the tendons straining in his neck every time he fucks himself down in time with Jongup's thrusts, wanton and hesitant, but desperate for more.
Jongup splays his fingers, for a moment, at the base of Junhong's neck; waits for his breath to hitch a little before he pulls away, then thrusting his fingers unceremoniously into Junhong's hair and making a fist. "Junhongie..."
But Junhong's gone. Too gone to respond. So gone he's slumping against Jongup's shoulder, managing nothing but shallow breathing. Junhong can never handle it when they're like this.
Jongup rocks them together slowly, his dick sliding unceremoniously in and out of Junhong's tiny body, slick and glistening and disappearing into the younger as if it's being swallowed, as if it was moulded to fit in there. There's something euphoric about it, about the dragging, the sounds, the hot, tender atmosphere that makes Jongup's head swim and makes him forget where the fuck he even is.
"Hyung..." he hears ever so faintly by his ear, a breath of life from the limp form in his arms that's spread so completely and perfectly out for him. "Hyung," he just hears again, and Jongup is unsure of whether Junhong realizes what he's saying or not. Probably not, not at this stage.
He covers his blubbering instead, stealing a deep and obscene kiss with his tongue pistoning into Junhong's slackened mouth. He'll punish him for being so needy. He's taking Junhong's breath away, literally, covering his opening and drowning him.
At the same time, Jongup decides he'll undo him, and changes his angle drastically, hiking Junhong's legs up and gripping his waist painfully tight for more control. He thrusts into him hard, forcing Junhong's hips down on himself and grunting, then repeating the process until Junhong is bouncing on him, being thrust up into fast. He hears the loud slapping of Junhong's flesh forced against his thighs, and feels the sweat between them culminate and lubricate his frantic movements, his dick so slick now.
"N-no, hyung...anh...I-I can't..."
He knows he's blinded Junhong like this, as the latter is so spent he's forgotten how to breathe, crying aimlessly overhead while the tears drip onto Jongup's face as he furiously bounces the younger up and down on his lap. The slapping gets increasingly louder.
Junhong will be sore in the morning, definitely. It's his own fault for existing like that; for tempting him, he thinks, gripping Junhong's ass tighter and dragging it up and down his thick shaft. It disappears into Junhong in flashes of sharp movement, and watching it is making Jongup's stomach tense familiarly and his guts curl.
"Do you want it, Junhongie?" He breathes suddenly into the maknae's moving face, his voice dark and sweltering. "Do you want it?"
Junhong doesn't hesitate to oblige, his mind in another place now. He nods weakly, "Give it, hyung," he begs languidly, sounding like a record on loop. "Fill me."
Junhong's last words are the end of Jongup, and he's not able to thrust for much longer before he spills himself deep inside Junhong's body, riding out every drop. Almost simultaneously he can feel Junhong spasm around him as soon as he's leaked his release inside the boy, and Junhong cries out while Jongup fucks every drop of come right out of him, draining them both of everything they have left, until they collapse.
When it's all over they lay there in deep breath, Jongup's dick still lodged deep inside Junhong's abused hole, not wanting to pull out. Junhong's heat still feels so good.
When Junhong winces underneath him, however, he comes to, and slowly pulls out so as not to hurt his boyfriend.
Junhong groans nonetheless, and grips the sheets as he moans in pain when Jongup leaves his body.
"You're so big, hyung," he says with a small laugh, but Jongup can decipher the uncomfortable state he's left Junhong in with words that echo more as a gentle complaint.
"Sorry..." he offers, not really knowing what it feels like to be split open like Junhong is. Junhong's face is scrunched up now, his breathing taking a great effort to calm.
Jongup frowns and bends down to kiss Junhong on the lips, before he moves down to kiss his sore opening. This makes Junhong blush furiously, and he squeaks, but it leaves Jongup satisfied.
"I get a little too excited some times, I'm sorry," he confesses, stroking Junhong's beautiful, pale legs.
Junhong scoffs at him. "A little?" he says, almost looking hurt.
Jongup freezes, feeling guilt run through him as he takes in Junhong's scuttled looking body, and sweaty skin.
But then Junhong smiles, amidst his panting. "It's okay, hyung; I like it when you're inside me. It means I can feel you closer."
Jongup can't help but smile at him. "You're the sweetest thing ever, you know that?"