(drabble) doojoon/dongwoon | when you breathe me in...
when you breathe me in...
doojoon/dongwoon
R (adult scenes 8D)
~600 words
when you breathe me in...
In this instant, this moment, now all Doojoon knows is that he loves Dongwoon. And it feels like the only true he had ever known (but it’s clearly not).
(nevermind, he will have time in the morning to think about the other annoyances that surround his life, not now)
The faint light doesn’t let him make out more than his silhouette, but that doesn’t matter since Doojoon knows every trace of his body by heart (and when he says by heart, he really means it). The hump of his adam’s apple, his collarbone jutting out from the valley of his chest, the way down his sugar brown skin and the place over his hips were the skin caves in forming his barely perceptible obliques, and lower.
He knew he was going to fall in love with Dongwoon without a turn back the first time he saw him.
And they often say that the maknae stares at the leader with such an admiration, as if he were kind of worshipping he ground he walked on, but it’s completely the opposite.
And Doojoon knows well.
Dongwoon giggles, ‘cause such amount of love makes him giddy, and he sits on top of his thighs while he takes off his shirt. Doojoon starts kissing the skin over his shoulder and goes directly to his neck, while licking and kissing (and maybe biting) the zone. Dongwoon’s body still trembles at his touches, even when he has gotten used to them, and his fingers can hardly manage to undo his shirt’s buttons in order to play at equal conditions.
Dongwoon sometimes thinks that he doesn’t have enough reasons to be loved, but Doojoon does, anyway.
(maybe he won’t be luckier again in this life than now)
And Doojoon will never have enough to be sure, but Dongwoon kind of tastes like sugar.
They shift positions and Doojoon is on top this time, staring at the younger with this glint of his soulful eyes and once he closes those few centimeters of space between them, dongwoon is lost. The leader leans his head forward and buries it in the space between his head and his shoulder and breathes in the perfume he has become so addicted to and dependent on, the perfume that smells like sweat, make-up remainders and so much like him that can’t be explained but with the three characters of his name.
son dong woon.
“I love you” he murmurs against his shoulder and Dongwoon trembles as he feels his breathing brushing his skin.
“I love you too”
They kiss, all gentle and soft, and Doojoon slides his tongue in, longing for closeness, and how for the life of him would Dongwoon deny closeness now? He finds himself pinned underneath the leader and he can’t think of anyone else he’d let take control of him like this.
Doojoon opens his legs carefully and Dongwoon shuts his eyes. And he kinds of forgets how to breathe sunken in a swaying of hips. And in every gasp, in every moan, Dongwoon murmurs the leader’s name…
When Doojoon opens his eyes a couple of hours later, he wonders if this is what people call beautiful; the person you love sleeping by your side, his face half-buried in the pillows, his hair stuck to his forehead, his lips barely parted, entranced by so much love. Yes, this is what they call beautiful.
And if it’s not, I don’t care, you’re beautiful to me
All of what I’ve dreamed for
That is what you are.
doojoon/dongwoon
R (adult scenes 8D)
~600 words
when you breathe me in...
In this instant, this moment, now all Doojoon knows is that he loves Dongwoon. And it feels like the only true he had ever known (but it’s clearly not).
(nevermind, he will have time in the morning to think about the other annoyances that surround his life, not now)
The faint light doesn’t let him make out more than his silhouette, but that doesn’t matter since Doojoon knows every trace of his body by heart (and when he says by heart, he really means it). The hump of his adam’s apple, his collarbone jutting out from the valley of his chest, the way down his sugar brown skin and the place over his hips were the skin caves in forming his barely perceptible obliques, and lower.
He knew he was going to fall in love with Dongwoon without a turn back the first time he saw him.
And they often say that the maknae stares at the leader with such an admiration, as if he were kind of worshipping he ground he walked on, but it’s completely the opposite.
And Doojoon knows well.
Dongwoon giggles, ‘cause such amount of love makes him giddy, and he sits on top of his thighs while he takes off his shirt. Doojoon starts kissing the skin over his shoulder and goes directly to his neck, while licking and kissing (and maybe biting) the zone. Dongwoon’s body still trembles at his touches, even when he has gotten used to them, and his fingers can hardly manage to undo his shirt’s buttons in order to play at equal conditions.
Dongwoon sometimes thinks that he doesn’t have enough reasons to be loved, but Doojoon does, anyway.
(maybe he won’t be luckier again in this life than now)
And Doojoon will never have enough to be sure, but Dongwoon kind of tastes like sugar.
They shift positions and Doojoon is on top this time, staring at the younger with this glint of his soulful eyes and once he closes those few centimeters of space between them, dongwoon is lost. The leader leans his head forward and buries it in the space between his head and his shoulder and breathes in the perfume he has become so addicted to and dependent on, the perfume that smells like sweat, make-up remainders and so much like him that can’t be explained but with the three characters of his name.
son dong woon.
“I love you” he murmurs against his shoulder and Dongwoon trembles as he feels his breathing brushing his skin.
“I love you too”
They kiss, all gentle and soft, and Doojoon slides his tongue in, longing for closeness, and how for the life of him would Dongwoon deny closeness now? He finds himself pinned underneath the leader and he can’t think of anyone else he’d let take control of him like this.
Doojoon opens his legs carefully and Dongwoon shuts his eyes. And he kinds of forgets how to breathe sunken in a swaying of hips. And in every gasp, in every moan, Dongwoon murmurs the leader’s name…
When Doojoon opens his eyes a couple of hours later, he wonders if this is what people call beautiful; the person you love sleeping by your side, his face half-buried in the pillows, his hair stuck to his forehead, his lips barely parted, entranced by so much love. Yes, this is what they call beautiful.
And if it’s not, I don’t care, you’re beautiful to me
All of what I’ve dreamed for
That is what you are.