ChanHo Drabble Series 6: First
Title: First
Pairing: ChanHo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,181
Summary: Chansung's attraction has evolved beyond physical attraction.
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Three months. Junho and I had made it three months without even so much as a thought of a fight or disagreement. It was amazing, because in general, I disagreed with most people on most things.
But Junho, he understood me, understood the things I wanted to say but couldn't find words for, because he felt them too. It was truly as if I had met the other part of me, the part that completed me.
Maybe it was because we were the same age, I could never be sure. And in all, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that we had found each other.
My desire for his body morphed over those three months into a desire for him, all of him. His presence. When I was away from him it drove me insane and when I was with him, I never wanted to let him go, I just wanted to hold him for eternity, feel him against me, alive, real.
It was a normal Saturday the first time I made love to Junho. We had gone to the library and we had gone to the coffee shop and we went to the park even though the day was a dull grey and rain pelted softly against the windshield of the car as we sat inside it at the parking lot of the abandoned area. That was our routine for Saturdays.
He sipped his coffee as I talked, and I watched him while he talked, until we ran out of things to say. We watched the rain roll down the windshield in relative silence before I noticed him grinning ahead of him out of the corner of my eye.
"What?" I asked, looking at him fully.
"Nothing," he grinned back, glancing at me then down at his coffee cup. His finger ran around the white lid of it as my own finger gently tilted his face up so that he would look at me. He smiled a warm smile and leaned closer. I followed suit, leaning closer until our lips pressed together.
Our lips moved together so perfectly, as always, like they were made to fit against each other, and the taste of his coffee that mingled with the taste of his mouth sent tingles over every part of me. He pulled away and sat his coffee cup in the cup holder before he smiled at me again.
"Wouldn't want to spill that in here," he whispered.
I smiled and watched as he bit his lip. "That would be bad," I agreed.
He leaned closer again and my thumb gently pulled his lip free from his teeth, hand brushing across his cheek, down his neck and around it to bring him closer, kiss him again.
We made out there for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was no more than ten minutes. And I knew, when he pulled away the last time to catch his breath and rested his forehead on mine, arms wrapped around my neck, I knew it was right, I knew he was ready and the look in his eyes stirred something within me that to this day I cannot describe.
He smiled, his eyes almost disappearing and my belief in my love for him only grew stronger. I smiled back and he pulled away slowly, letting me start the car as he sat back in his seat properly.
The radio wasn't very loud, but it did its job, buffering the awkward, anxious silence between us. It definitely made the twenty minute drive across town to his place faster.
Once we were there, inside, it was almost as if nothing happened, but we both knew otherwise, we could both feel it. It was an unspoken, unseen tension between us that seemed to hum.
The air in his apartment was cool and the light sound of air conditioning could be heard despite the downpour from outside. I sat on the couch with my head resting against the back of it while he disappeared for a few minutes, only to reappear in the living room and sit next to me, kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around my middle, snuggling into me.
I held him close. I knew with Junho. I knew what to do and what not to do. I knew that he would be the one to decide what was and was not acceptable. And I knew with the gentle touch of his hand at the hem of my tank top that this was it.
He looked up at me, face completely serious and so beautiful, his hand slipping under my shirt, curling around my side and I nuzzled him until he closed his eyes and crushed our mouths together.
It was firm, instense, and the way his tongue slid against mine, the way his hand slipped around my side completely, feeling my back as he pressed himself closer to me, made my heart race at a speed I had never experienced.
When he let out a long moan, his teeth tugging at my lip, I realized what my hand was doing, how it was rubbing gently between his legs. His hands pulled at my shirt and didn't stop until it was over my head, on the floor or wherever he had thrown it.
He moved, readjusted, straddled me, raised up on his kness with his forearms resting on my shoulders. My hands knew what he wanted more than my brain did. They traveled up his thighs to squeeze his ass, taking the time to feel as I watched his shirt disappear.
It took me less than a second to wrap my arms around his legs, pulling him closer so that I could run my tongue over his abdomen, let my lips press kisses to his skin and suck on it. His soft moans were my reward.
I let my tongue run up, across his skin as much as possible, anywhere it would reach before my hands pressed against the small of his back and I looked up at him, my lips pressing a kiss to his stomach.
His head tilted down and he sat back on my legs, smiling at me somewhat shyly as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my chest. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, smiling back at him before kissing him softly.
His hand palmed against my crotch timidly at first until my hips moved up, craving more of his touch, and he started giving it, rubbing harder and outlining my hardness with his fingertips, stroking me through my jeans.
Then he kissed me again, shifted himself closer and his hips started pressing down, against mine as his fingers pried the button of my jeans open, hands pulling the material open with a short rip of the zipper.
He ended our kiss and rested his head on my shoulder. I let my hands rub over his thighs, up and down his back for a moment until I felt his fingertips ghosting at the edge of my underwear as he pulled them back earning a quiet moan from me as my erection found some relief from the clothing it had been trapped in.
Junho looked at me again and smiled with his eyes, a gesture so simple and complexly sexual at the same time, mischievous, and it distracted me until I felt his hand wrap around my hardness and give it a small stroke.
My head fell back against the couch. It had been so long since someone had touched me. And because it was his hand that was on me, his nose tucking into the crook of my neck, everything was so much better.
I jerked slightly when I felt his tongue swipe across one of my nipples suddenly and I watched his head move farther away as he slid back off my legs and between them, pressing kisses down my chest and stomach, his hand still slowly tugging.
He looked up at me as he ran his tongue over his lips and moved closer, bringing his tongue flat against the head of my dick and lapping upward. I groaned, exhaled a puff of air and let my brain completely melt.
His tongue was hot, but the cool air from the apartment that clung to his saliva spread chills over my body as his perfect lips sealed around my tip, his tongue never ceasing to press against it.
He sucked more of it into his mouth and I exercised restraint, refused the urges to thrust into his mouth, have him take all of me. And after a few minutes, he pulled away, my eyes slipping open to find him in my haze.
He smiled again and took my hands, standing and pulling me up before leading me through the apartment to his room. No sooner had I entered his room did he have me pushed onto my back on the bed and his fingers hooking in the waist of my jeans and boxers, shucking me of them.
I sat up and pulled him to me, my arms sliding around him and feeling his shapely ass through his jeans. With a mere flick of his wrist, his jeans were open and unzipped and I was pulling them down along with his underwear, my tongue tracing a sloppy pattern on his stomach.
"Chansung," he muttered softly, his hand weaving into my hair and pulling a little, sending extra blood rushing to my groin. I moaned and looked up at him while my hand gently slipped between his legs and cupped him, moved up, stroked him.
His head dropped down just like it had earlier and his eyes opened, a small pant passing from his lips in the form of my name again and it seeped into me, carved his voice in my memory.
He crawled onto the bed and my eyes watched his body as he lay on his stomach. I followed him, sliding up behind him so that my chest was to his back. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder as he turned his head, half of a smile visible to me.
He pressed back, his ass rubbing against my erection in a wonderful way, causing my hips to move forward, pressing a moan out of him. I kissed his neck and let my hands run over his sides before I turned him over to face me.
His eyes were closed and his legs parted to accommodate me between them, our hips flush, his hands slipping over my arms. My tongue ran over his neck and his shoulder as he arched up against me, his hips rolling against mine in slow undulations until he called to me softly and my lips pressed to his.
I'll never forget the way he told me to wait while he found the lube, the way he prepared me while I prepared him, the way my fingers felt as they stretched him open and made his hips cant for more.
I'll never forget finally getting to feel his tightness around me, the way it ignited even more desire inside my chest, spreading through my body as I pulled his legs around my waist and started delving deep.
His moans were perfect, his hands were perfect, fingers dragging down my back and blunt nails leaving tiny red streaks on my skin. He rolled his body in all the ways I liked, all the ways I'd imagined and dreamed about, only he did it better than those dreams.
His eagerness and need spurred me on, his hands running all over me, squeezing and scratching, pulling at my hair and gripping my arms, only made me want more of his perfection.
I wanted to taste his skin and my tongue acted on that desire, trailing over his shoulder and neck again. I remember biting his shoulder and how he cried out and only moved his hips against me faster until I wasn't doing it well enough for him and he had me on my back with himself looming over me as he impaled himself again and again.
It was the most amazing feeling, the most amazing sight, the most amazing sounds. When my hand touched him, gripped his erection and stroked it hard and fast in time with his bouncing, the way he came, the way his cum streaked over my chest had me ramming up into him until I was drained inside of him.
We showered after that, collected our clothes and went back to the living room where we sat on the couch and snuggled for a while. Junho read a book while I just watched him, listening as the rain lulled us into a contented sleep.
The first time I made love to Junho was the first time I'd ever made love to a person that I truly loved and I wanted him so desperately to be the last person I ever made love to. I had a feeling that's how things would be.
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Dou? :3
Pairing: ChanHo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,181
Summary: Chansung's attraction has evolved beyond physical attraction.
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Three months. Junho and I had made it three months without even so much as a thought of a fight or disagreement. It was amazing, because in general, I disagreed with most people on most things.
But Junho, he understood me, understood the things I wanted to say but couldn't find words for, because he felt them too. It was truly as if I had met the other part of me, the part that completed me.
Maybe it was because we were the same age, I could never be sure. And in all, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that we had found each other.
My desire for his body morphed over those three months into a desire for him, all of him. His presence. When I was away from him it drove me insane and when I was with him, I never wanted to let him go, I just wanted to hold him for eternity, feel him against me, alive, real.
It was a normal Saturday the first time I made love to Junho. We had gone to the library and we had gone to the coffee shop and we went to the park even though the day was a dull grey and rain pelted softly against the windshield of the car as we sat inside it at the parking lot of the abandoned area. That was our routine for Saturdays.
He sipped his coffee as I talked, and I watched him while he talked, until we ran out of things to say. We watched the rain roll down the windshield in relative silence before I noticed him grinning ahead of him out of the corner of my eye.
"What?" I asked, looking at him fully.
"Nothing," he grinned back, glancing at me then down at his coffee cup. His finger ran around the white lid of it as my own finger gently tilted his face up so that he would look at me. He smiled a warm smile and leaned closer. I followed suit, leaning closer until our lips pressed together.
Our lips moved together so perfectly, as always, like they were made to fit against each other, and the taste of his coffee that mingled with the taste of his mouth sent tingles over every part of me. He pulled away and sat his coffee cup in the cup holder before he smiled at me again.
"Wouldn't want to spill that in here," he whispered.
I smiled and watched as he bit his lip. "That would be bad," I agreed.
He leaned closer again and my thumb gently pulled his lip free from his teeth, hand brushing across his cheek, down his neck and around it to bring him closer, kiss him again.
We made out there for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was no more than ten minutes. And I knew, when he pulled away the last time to catch his breath and rested his forehead on mine, arms wrapped around my neck, I knew it was right, I knew he was ready and the look in his eyes stirred something within me that to this day I cannot describe.
He smiled, his eyes almost disappearing and my belief in my love for him only grew stronger. I smiled back and he pulled away slowly, letting me start the car as he sat back in his seat properly.
The radio wasn't very loud, but it did its job, buffering the awkward, anxious silence between us. It definitely made the twenty minute drive across town to his place faster.
Once we were there, inside, it was almost as if nothing happened, but we both knew otherwise, we could both feel it. It was an unspoken, unseen tension between us that seemed to hum.
The air in his apartment was cool and the light sound of air conditioning could be heard despite the downpour from outside. I sat on the couch with my head resting against the back of it while he disappeared for a few minutes, only to reappear in the living room and sit next to me, kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around my middle, snuggling into me.
I held him close. I knew with Junho. I knew what to do and what not to do. I knew that he would be the one to decide what was and was not acceptable. And I knew with the gentle touch of his hand at the hem of my tank top that this was it.
He looked up at me, face completely serious and so beautiful, his hand slipping under my shirt, curling around my side and I nuzzled him until he closed his eyes and crushed our mouths together.
It was firm, instense, and the way his tongue slid against mine, the way his hand slipped around my side completely, feeling my back as he pressed himself closer to me, made my heart race at a speed I had never experienced.
When he let out a long moan, his teeth tugging at my lip, I realized what my hand was doing, how it was rubbing gently between his legs. His hands pulled at my shirt and didn't stop until it was over my head, on the floor or wherever he had thrown it.
He moved, readjusted, straddled me, raised up on his kness with his forearms resting on my shoulders. My hands knew what he wanted more than my brain did. They traveled up his thighs to squeeze his ass, taking the time to feel as I watched his shirt disappear.
It took me less than a second to wrap my arms around his legs, pulling him closer so that I could run my tongue over his abdomen, let my lips press kisses to his skin and suck on it. His soft moans were my reward.
I let my tongue run up, across his skin as much as possible, anywhere it would reach before my hands pressed against the small of his back and I looked up at him, my lips pressing a kiss to his stomach.
His head tilted down and he sat back on my legs, smiling at me somewhat shyly as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my chest. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, smiling back at him before kissing him softly.
His hand palmed against my crotch timidly at first until my hips moved up, craving more of his touch, and he started giving it, rubbing harder and outlining my hardness with his fingertips, stroking me through my jeans.
Then he kissed me again, shifted himself closer and his hips started pressing down, against mine as his fingers pried the button of my jeans open, hands pulling the material open with a short rip of the zipper.
He ended our kiss and rested his head on my shoulder. I let my hands rub over his thighs, up and down his back for a moment until I felt his fingertips ghosting at the edge of my underwear as he pulled them back earning a quiet moan from me as my erection found some relief from the clothing it had been trapped in.
Junho looked at me again and smiled with his eyes, a gesture so simple and complexly sexual at the same time, mischievous, and it distracted me until I felt his hand wrap around my hardness and give it a small stroke.
My head fell back against the couch. It had been so long since someone had touched me. And because it was his hand that was on me, his nose tucking into the crook of my neck, everything was so much better.
I jerked slightly when I felt his tongue swipe across one of my nipples suddenly and I watched his head move farther away as he slid back off my legs and between them, pressing kisses down my chest and stomach, his hand still slowly tugging.
He looked up at me as he ran his tongue over his lips and moved closer, bringing his tongue flat against the head of my dick and lapping upward. I groaned, exhaled a puff of air and let my brain completely melt.
His tongue was hot, but the cool air from the apartment that clung to his saliva spread chills over my body as his perfect lips sealed around my tip, his tongue never ceasing to press against it.
He sucked more of it into his mouth and I exercised restraint, refused the urges to thrust into his mouth, have him take all of me. And after a few minutes, he pulled away, my eyes slipping open to find him in my haze.
He smiled again and took my hands, standing and pulling me up before leading me through the apartment to his room. No sooner had I entered his room did he have me pushed onto my back on the bed and his fingers hooking in the waist of my jeans and boxers, shucking me of them.
I sat up and pulled him to me, my arms sliding around him and feeling his shapely ass through his jeans. With a mere flick of his wrist, his jeans were open and unzipped and I was pulling them down along with his underwear, my tongue tracing a sloppy pattern on his stomach.
"Chansung," he muttered softly, his hand weaving into my hair and pulling a little, sending extra blood rushing to my groin. I moaned and looked up at him while my hand gently slipped between his legs and cupped him, moved up, stroked him.
His head dropped down just like it had earlier and his eyes opened, a small pant passing from his lips in the form of my name again and it seeped into me, carved his voice in my memory.
He crawled onto the bed and my eyes watched his body as he lay on his stomach. I followed him, sliding up behind him so that my chest was to his back. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder as he turned his head, half of a smile visible to me.
He pressed back, his ass rubbing against my erection in a wonderful way, causing my hips to move forward, pressing a moan out of him. I kissed his neck and let my hands run over his sides before I turned him over to face me.
His eyes were closed and his legs parted to accommodate me between them, our hips flush, his hands slipping over my arms. My tongue ran over his neck and his shoulder as he arched up against me, his hips rolling against mine in slow undulations until he called to me softly and my lips pressed to his.
I'll never forget the way he told me to wait while he found the lube, the way he prepared me while I prepared him, the way my fingers felt as they stretched him open and made his hips cant for more.
I'll never forget finally getting to feel his tightness around me, the way it ignited even more desire inside my chest, spreading through my body as I pulled his legs around my waist and started delving deep.
His moans were perfect, his hands were perfect, fingers dragging down my back and blunt nails leaving tiny red streaks on my skin. He rolled his body in all the ways I liked, all the ways I'd imagined and dreamed about, only he did it better than those dreams.
His eagerness and need spurred me on, his hands running all over me, squeezing and scratching, pulling at my hair and gripping my arms, only made me want more of his perfection.
I wanted to taste his skin and my tongue acted on that desire, trailing over his shoulder and neck again. I remember biting his shoulder and how he cried out and only moved his hips against me faster until I wasn't doing it well enough for him and he had me on my back with himself looming over me as he impaled himself again and again.
It was the most amazing feeling, the most amazing sight, the most amazing sounds. When my hand touched him, gripped his erection and stroked it hard and fast in time with his bouncing, the way he came, the way his cum streaked over my chest had me ramming up into him until I was drained inside of him.
We showered after that, collected our clothes and went back to the living room where we sat on the couch and snuggled for a while. Junho read a book while I just watched him, listening as the rain lulled us into a contented sleep.
The first time I made love to Junho was the first time I'd ever made love to a person that I truly loved and I wanted him so desperately to be the last person I ever made love to. I had a feeling that's how things would be.
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Dou? :3