ChanHo Drabble Series 2: Shower
Title: Shower
Pairing: Chansung x Junho
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 274
Summary: Chansung needs Junho.
PREVIOUS: Windows
:) Can be read alone, but to get the whole obsession Chanana has here, start at the beginning :3
I was obsessed. Even after being caught, I couldn’t stop staring. I couldn’t stop craving Junho. All I could do was fantasize. Imagine our clothes laying haphazardly anywhere we toss them off, our hands sliding over each other’s skin.
As I stood in the shower, hand wrapped around my cock as I jacked off to him, I decided I needed him. More than want, I needed to feel his lips on mine, feel his hand on me.
Would his body be as tight as my hand was? Would it be tighter? Would he moan, loud and high? Groan deep and low? Would he arch against me? Would he lick my neck while I fucked him into my bed?
I wanted to bite his neck and his shoulders and his nipples, I wanted to suck and lick them. I wanted to stretch him, plunge my fingers in him until he was writhing and cumming all over his abs and chest, hear him scream my name.
I needed it. My fantasies were becoming too wild. I was afraid that if I saw him out somewhere, at the gym, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from just taking him there on the spot.
Nothing had his name falling off my lips and my orgasm coursing through me faster than the memory of his voice, saying my name, his eyes sparkling as I stared into them.
I steadied myself against the shower wall and hung my head as the last few drops of my pleasure dripped to the shower floor, then disappeared down the drain. I leaned my head on my hand and sighed.
I’d never needed anyone more than I had needed Junho.
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Dou? :3
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Pairing: Chansung x Junho
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 274
Summary: Chansung needs Junho.
PREVIOUS: Windows
:) Can be read alone, but to get the whole obsession Chanana has here, start at the beginning :3
I was obsessed. Even after being caught, I couldn’t stop staring. I couldn’t stop craving Junho. All I could do was fantasize. Imagine our clothes laying haphazardly anywhere we toss them off, our hands sliding over each other’s skin.
As I stood in the shower, hand wrapped around my cock as I jacked off to him, I decided I needed him. More than want, I needed to feel his lips on mine, feel his hand on me.
Would his body be as tight as my hand was? Would it be tighter? Would he moan, loud and high? Groan deep and low? Would he arch against me? Would he lick my neck while I fucked him into my bed?
I wanted to bite his neck and his shoulders and his nipples, I wanted to suck and lick them. I wanted to stretch him, plunge my fingers in him until he was writhing and cumming all over his abs and chest, hear him scream my name.
I needed it. My fantasies were becoming too wild. I was afraid that if I saw him out somewhere, at the gym, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from just taking him there on the spot.
Nothing had his name falling off my lips and my orgasm coursing through me faster than the memory of his voice, saying my name, his eyes sparkling as I stared into them.
I steadied myself against the shower wall and hung my head as the last few drops of my pleasure dripped to the shower floor, then disappeared down the drain. I leaned my head on my hand and sighed.
I’d never needed anyone more than I had needed Junho.
__________
Dou? :3
.