shameless PWP for monica
HELLO GUYS I CANT BELIEVE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN LIKE....A BAZILLION YEARS.... MIANEH!!! now that uni's finally over for the year, hopefully i can sneak enough time between work to do some decent writing :) i've missed you all so much and it physically pains me that i've not talked to all of you as much as i would like T______T (everyone seems so very busy nowadays)
Unfortunately, i have not come back with a nice little shihan/kyuhan/hanhae etc fic and for that i am very sorry. don't worry, im writing them!! here's a SEUNGHO/KIKWANG PWP and you can blame it entirely on tarmenel cuz she is fucking insane and wants this totally rare pairing and spammed me on tumblr with smexy gifs till i relented is totally awesome and i love her and apparently can't resist her anything.
/stops rambling
I LOVE YOU ALL <3
Kikwang maneuvers himself on top, straddling the older man and Seungho lets him, a small grin dancing on his lips at he takes in Kikwang’s expression. He slides his hand under the thin shirt the other is wearing, toying with the edge of the material briefly - it’s silky, but there’s strips of mesh- and Seungho’s fingers dip into the holes before running his palm up the side of Kikwang’s torso, earning a sharp intake of breath. Kikwang drops his hands onto Seungho’s lap and tilts his back, full lips parting as he kisses the other, the two of them exploring softly at first, tongues touching somewhat tentatively.
The van was cramped and the seats did not offer much in the way of comfort or space, but Kikwang found himself not caring at all as Seungho trails those lips down his neck, sucking at the hollow of Kikwang’s throat and licking a path along his collarbone. Kikwang is tangling his fingers in Seungho’s hair, eyes fluttering shut when he feels a hand cup his ass and he pulls back, rolling his eyes. “We are not doing that here.”
Seungho was paying him no attention, grabbing the back of Kikwang’s neck and smashing their lips together again, this time kissing him hard and deep, sucking on the younger man’s lips and biting down lightly till Kikwang moaned. This was how it was all the time; they just can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, all fire and spark and nothing to stop it. Every time they were alone, it ends up in a steamy round of sex or at the very least, heavy making out.
Not this time, Kikwang thinks determinedly, as a sinfully long tongue dips into his ear and he shudders violently whilst Seungho chuckles again. “No way, Seungho-shi, I am not having sex with you in such a public place!” he hisses as he tries to move away.
Seungho hums in agreement even as he edges a hand underneath the band of Kikwang’s pants. “Of course, dongsaeng, we can’t possibly have sex in a van. After all, it’s so different from the dressing room” a hand slides along the curve of Kikwang’s ass, “or the closet” a finger presses against his entrance and Kikwang gasps so loud that he almost misses Seungho’s next words, “or the bathroom whilst all your members are outside the door.” The memory (of legs spread on the sink, back against the mirror and muffled cries amid the chatter outside) combined with the husky tone of the older man went straight to Kikwang’s cock.
A finger pushes into him suddenly and Kikwang lets out a cry, eyes popping wide and thought faltering at the sensation. He wriggles his hips trying to shift away, but Seungho’s other hand cups his ass and keeps him in place, the finger sinking deeper. Kikwang inhales unevenly as Seungho teasingly crooks his finger, twisting sharply, his hands clutching at Seungho’s shoulders and his hips bucking unintentionally, pressing his erection against the bulge in his lover’s pants. The other works in another finger and Kikwang can’t help himself as he begins grinding down on the older man, the friction between them becoming increasingly hard to ignore.
Seungho’s back to sucking on Kikwang’s neck, paying special attention to the hollow of his neck, sucking on the skin and tracing his pulse with that talented tongue. Kikwang tries to breath steadily, tries to think of schedules and chores and their manager, but Seungho slips the hand that’s not occupied with working him open under Kikwang’s shirt and starts trailing fingers up and down his spine. Fuck, Kikwang thinks faintly, the bastard was playing him like a fucking piano.
And he would be lying if it didn’t turn him the hell on.
Seungho has barely pushed a third finger inside when Kikwang cries out and shudders, spilling wildly into his pants. His performance pants. Cursing colorfully, Kikwang scrambles off Seungho’s lap, chucking his pants off quickly and groaning as he sees the undeniable wet spot and sticky substance on the material.
Glaring at his lover, his protests are cut short by the firm kiss the other man plants on him. Knowing it was inevitable now, Kikwang throws his pants off to the side and pushes Seungho away, quickly kneeling whilst pulling Seungho’s pants down. He wraps both hands around the base and takes a mouthful of cock before the other can react at all. If he was going to get fucked in a van, then the least he could do was make Seungho just as flustered as he was.
“Kwangie-“ Seungho stammers, losing his cool for the first time and Kikwang grins at the familiar nickname, lips slipping further down the hard length and he runs the flat of his tongue along the veins, earning a low moan from the other man. He licks teasingly until he feels hands gripping his hair and a slight bucking movement from Seungho, before hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, not even pausing when the blunt tip nudges the back of his throat. Tears well up as he works on the large cock, hot and heavy on his tongue, lips stretched around the thick shaft. It doesn’t take long before Seungho’s tensing, gasping out a warning, but Kikwang just sucks harder, tongue dipping into the slit and he’s rewarded with a sharp moan, fingers clutching at his hair and a mouthful of hot liquid, which he swallows readily.
Kikwang may not be over the moon about having sex in random places, but it doesn’t mean that he didn’t want it- want Seungho- as much the other wants him.
Seungho has head tilted back against the headrest, eyes glazed with pleasure and lips parted, a hand still in Kikwang’s hair. Kikwang stays on his knees, catching his breath and a hand unconsciously palming his re-hardened erection. It takes one look at him- kneeling between parted legs, full lips swollen and red, shining with cum- for Seungho to harden again, eyes darkening with lust.
Now that he is no longer protesting, Kikwang is happy to let to let his lover pick him up from the ground and strip him of his pants. Seungho doesn’t even bother ridding of them completely, pulling the constricting material down and letting it, as well as Kikwang’s boxers pool at his ankles. Kikwang finds himself spun around and bent over the back of the seat in front of him. It was always this way and sometimes Kikwang wondered if it was become Seungho was a leader and the confidence and power it brought, or if it was because the other was older, or maybe simply because Kikwang was shorter. Nonetheless, Seungho had an undeniable charisma and confidence, there was just something about the way he held himself, the way he moved and looked at people; there was never a question of who would be taking control in their relationship. And honestly, with the way Seungho fucks, Kikwang really couldn’t care less.
Seungho pushes in two fingers and bites down on Kikwang’s earlobe at the same time and he shivers and moans loudly, hand clutching at the seat. A third finger quickly joins the first two and Kikwang takes deep breaths as the fingers are pumped in and out slowly, twisting once in a while at random and making him jerk. He pushes back on the long fingers, wanting more and Seungho responds by pulling his hand away and positioning his member at Kikwang’s entrance. A hand wraps around his member as if to comfort for what’s to come and Kikwang clenches his fist as he prepares himself, but even then when Seungho pushes in, he’s still overwhelmed. Seungho is a lot thicker than three fingers and a hell of a lot longer and Kikwang cries out as he’s stretched fully, mind reeling at the sensations spiking through him. The burn is delicious though, and even though it hurts, Kikwang still wants more, more movement, more depth, more Seungho.
Seungho keeps up a steady rhythm, but each thrust is that little bit harder and deeper, pressing Kikwang into the back of the seat and Seungho balls deep in his ass. Each little movement had his entire body tingling till his entire body was trembling with electricity and Kikwang could no longer hold back the loud moans and cries. A hand clamped over his inner thigh and another tightened on his hip as Seungho fought for more leverage and the thrusts were beginning to become faster and faster, less steady and calm. Seungho pulls his legs apart and angles his hips just so and Kikwang’s mind goes blank as all his nerve endings spark and he lets out a bone-deep moan that draw out a growl from the older man.
Now that he had found it, Seungho set about completely unraveling the man beneath him, snapping his hips just right each time so that he’s hitting Kikwang’s prostate dead on. The younger man scrambles for purchase, fingers sliding over the seat fruitlessly and the heat pools in his stomach and in his groin. Kikwang can tell Seungho is nearing his climax as well, the huge cock inside of him throbbing and getting even bigger if that was possible. By now, Seungho was clutching at his hips, pounding into Kikwang and they were both shuddering with need and desire, deep moans and sharp cries filling the small space of the van.
A hand reaches out and lifts his chin and Kikwang looks up startled, meeting Seungho’s eyes in the rear-view mirror- lust-filled, unfocused eyes- just as Seungho pulls almost all the way out and then slams in hard, burying himself to the hilt. It’s all too much and Kikwang bursts, knees buckling, coming hard all over the back of the seat and his stomach. He shudders through his high, clenching down on the hard length still buried deep inside him and with a strangled moan, Seungho falls over the edge as well, releasing violently, hips jerking as he throws his head back, fingers digging into Kikwang’s hips. Hot liquid fills him and then slides down his thighs as the older man slumps against him, their bodies sweaty and skin burning.
Legs too weak to hold himself up, Kikwang slides to the floor, taking Seungho with him and they lie panting and drained, limbs still tangled together. It takes a moment before Kikwang even open his eyes and when he does, his breath catches in his throat. Seungho’s flushed and breathing unevenly, but most importantly, he’s doing that thing again, the one where he slides his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and licks it teasingly across his entire bottom lip.
His cock twitches involuntarily at the sight and Kikwang drops his head with a small whimper.
//
i can not believe i wrote this omfg 1800 words of fucking PWP of a pairing i don't even stan much, you have got to be joking me. mon, your ass is mine forever.
Unfortunately, i have not come back with a nice little shihan/kyuhan/hanhae etc fic and for that i am very sorry. don't worry, im writing them!! here's a SEUNGHO/KIKWANG PWP and you can blame it entirely on tarmenel cuz she is fucking insane and wants this totally rare pairing and spammed me on tumblr with smexy gifs till i relented is totally awesome and i love her and apparently can't resist her anything.
/stops rambling
I LOVE YOU ALL <3
Kikwang maneuvers himself on top, straddling the older man and Seungho lets him, a small grin dancing on his lips at he takes in Kikwang’s expression. He slides his hand under the thin shirt the other is wearing, toying with the edge of the material briefly - it’s silky, but there’s strips of mesh- and Seungho’s fingers dip into the holes before running his palm up the side of Kikwang’s torso, earning a sharp intake of breath. Kikwang drops his hands onto Seungho’s lap and tilts his back, full lips parting as he kisses the other, the two of them exploring softly at first, tongues touching somewhat tentatively.
The van was cramped and the seats did not offer much in the way of comfort or space, but Kikwang found himself not caring at all as Seungho trails those lips down his neck, sucking at the hollow of Kikwang’s throat and licking a path along his collarbone. Kikwang is tangling his fingers in Seungho’s hair, eyes fluttering shut when he feels a hand cup his ass and he pulls back, rolling his eyes. “We are not doing that here.”
Seungho was paying him no attention, grabbing the back of Kikwang’s neck and smashing their lips together again, this time kissing him hard and deep, sucking on the younger man’s lips and biting down lightly till Kikwang moaned. This was how it was all the time; they just can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, all fire and spark and nothing to stop it. Every time they were alone, it ends up in a steamy round of sex or at the very least, heavy making out.
Not this time, Kikwang thinks determinedly, as a sinfully long tongue dips into his ear and he shudders violently whilst Seungho chuckles again. “No way, Seungho-shi, I am not having sex with you in such a public place!” he hisses as he tries to move away.
Seungho hums in agreement even as he edges a hand underneath the band of Kikwang’s pants. “Of course, dongsaeng, we can’t possibly have sex in a van. After all, it’s so different from the dressing room” a hand slides along the curve of Kikwang’s ass, “or the closet” a finger presses against his entrance and Kikwang gasps so loud that he almost misses Seungho’s next words, “or the bathroom whilst all your members are outside the door.” The memory (of legs spread on the sink, back against the mirror and muffled cries amid the chatter outside) combined with the husky tone of the older man went straight to Kikwang’s cock.
A finger pushes into him suddenly and Kikwang lets out a cry, eyes popping wide and thought faltering at the sensation. He wriggles his hips trying to shift away, but Seungho’s other hand cups his ass and keeps him in place, the finger sinking deeper. Kikwang inhales unevenly as Seungho teasingly crooks his finger, twisting sharply, his hands clutching at Seungho’s shoulders and his hips bucking unintentionally, pressing his erection against the bulge in his lover’s pants. The other works in another finger and Kikwang can’t help himself as he begins grinding down on the older man, the friction between them becoming increasingly hard to ignore.
Seungho’s back to sucking on Kikwang’s neck, paying special attention to the hollow of his neck, sucking on the skin and tracing his pulse with that talented tongue. Kikwang tries to breath steadily, tries to think of schedules and chores and their manager, but Seungho slips the hand that’s not occupied with working him open under Kikwang’s shirt and starts trailing fingers up and down his spine. Fuck, Kikwang thinks faintly, the bastard was playing him like a fucking piano.
And he would be lying if it didn’t turn him the hell on.
Seungho has barely pushed a third finger inside when Kikwang cries out and shudders, spilling wildly into his pants. His performance pants. Cursing colorfully, Kikwang scrambles off Seungho’s lap, chucking his pants off quickly and groaning as he sees the undeniable wet spot and sticky substance on the material.
Glaring at his lover, his protests are cut short by the firm kiss the other man plants on him. Knowing it was inevitable now, Kikwang throws his pants off to the side and pushes Seungho away, quickly kneeling whilst pulling Seungho’s pants down. He wraps both hands around the base and takes a mouthful of cock before the other can react at all. If he was going to get fucked in a van, then the least he could do was make Seungho just as flustered as he was.
“Kwangie-“ Seungho stammers, losing his cool for the first time and Kikwang grins at the familiar nickname, lips slipping further down the hard length and he runs the flat of his tongue along the veins, earning a low moan from the other man. He licks teasingly until he feels hands gripping his hair and a slight bucking movement from Seungho, before hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard, not even pausing when the blunt tip nudges the back of his throat. Tears well up as he works on the large cock, hot and heavy on his tongue, lips stretched around the thick shaft. It doesn’t take long before Seungho’s tensing, gasping out a warning, but Kikwang just sucks harder, tongue dipping into the slit and he’s rewarded with a sharp moan, fingers clutching at his hair and a mouthful of hot liquid, which he swallows readily.
Kikwang may not be over the moon about having sex in random places, but it doesn’t mean that he didn’t want it- want Seungho- as much the other wants him.
Seungho has head tilted back against the headrest, eyes glazed with pleasure and lips parted, a hand still in Kikwang’s hair. Kikwang stays on his knees, catching his breath and a hand unconsciously palming his re-hardened erection. It takes one look at him- kneeling between parted legs, full lips swollen and red, shining with cum- for Seungho to harden again, eyes darkening with lust.
Now that he is no longer protesting, Kikwang is happy to let to let his lover pick him up from the ground and strip him of his pants. Seungho doesn’t even bother ridding of them completely, pulling the constricting material down and letting it, as well as Kikwang’s boxers pool at his ankles. Kikwang finds himself spun around and bent over the back of the seat in front of him. It was always this way and sometimes Kikwang wondered if it was become Seungho was a leader and the confidence and power it brought, or if it was because the other was older, or maybe simply because Kikwang was shorter. Nonetheless, Seungho had an undeniable charisma and confidence, there was just something about the way he held himself, the way he moved and looked at people; there was never a question of who would be taking control in their relationship. And honestly, with the way Seungho fucks, Kikwang really couldn’t care less.
Seungho pushes in two fingers and bites down on Kikwang’s earlobe at the same time and he shivers and moans loudly, hand clutching at the seat. A third finger quickly joins the first two and Kikwang takes deep breaths as the fingers are pumped in and out slowly, twisting once in a while at random and making him jerk. He pushes back on the long fingers, wanting more and Seungho responds by pulling his hand away and positioning his member at Kikwang’s entrance. A hand wraps around his member as if to comfort for what’s to come and Kikwang clenches his fist as he prepares himself, but even then when Seungho pushes in, he’s still overwhelmed. Seungho is a lot thicker than three fingers and a hell of a lot longer and Kikwang cries out as he’s stretched fully, mind reeling at the sensations spiking through him. The burn is delicious though, and even though it hurts, Kikwang still wants more, more movement, more depth, more Seungho.
Seungho keeps up a steady rhythm, but each thrust is that little bit harder and deeper, pressing Kikwang into the back of the seat and Seungho balls deep in his ass. Each little movement had his entire body tingling till his entire body was trembling with electricity and Kikwang could no longer hold back the loud moans and cries. A hand clamped over his inner thigh and another tightened on his hip as Seungho fought for more leverage and the thrusts were beginning to become faster and faster, less steady and calm. Seungho pulls his legs apart and angles his hips just so and Kikwang’s mind goes blank as all his nerve endings spark and he lets out a bone-deep moan that draw out a growl from the older man.
Now that he had found it, Seungho set about completely unraveling the man beneath him, snapping his hips just right each time so that he’s hitting Kikwang’s prostate dead on. The younger man scrambles for purchase, fingers sliding over the seat fruitlessly and the heat pools in his stomach and in his groin. Kikwang can tell Seungho is nearing his climax as well, the huge cock inside of him throbbing and getting even bigger if that was possible. By now, Seungho was clutching at his hips, pounding into Kikwang and they were both shuddering with need and desire, deep moans and sharp cries filling the small space of the van.
A hand reaches out and lifts his chin and Kikwang looks up startled, meeting Seungho’s eyes in the rear-view mirror- lust-filled, unfocused eyes- just as Seungho pulls almost all the way out and then slams in hard, burying himself to the hilt. It’s all too much and Kikwang bursts, knees buckling, coming hard all over the back of the seat and his stomach. He shudders through his high, clenching down on the hard length still buried deep inside him and with a strangled moan, Seungho falls over the edge as well, releasing violently, hips jerking as he throws his head back, fingers digging into Kikwang’s hips. Hot liquid fills him and then slides down his thighs as the older man slumps against him, their bodies sweaty and skin burning.
Legs too weak to hold himself up, Kikwang slides to the floor, taking Seungho with him and they lie panting and drained, limbs still tangled together. It takes a moment before Kikwang even open his eyes and when he does, his breath catches in his throat. Seungho’s flushed and breathing unevenly, but most importantly, he’s doing that thing again, the one where he slides his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and licks it teasingly across his entire bottom lip.
His cock twitches involuntarily at the sight and Kikwang drops his head with a small whimper.
//
i can not believe i wrote this omfg 1800 words of fucking PWP of a pairing i don't even stan much, you have got to be joking me. mon, your ass is mine forever.