062. God, Hankyung/Kangin
062. God, Hankyung/Kangin
2/100
NC-17. /)__________o
They weren't drunk, they weren't madly in love. You didn't really need a reason to fuck, at least that was Kangin's reasoning. They could be watching a horror movie and Kangin would claim the older boy's "innocence" right there on the couch as the supporting female got stabbed once or twice, or another thirteen times. Whatever. It wasn't pretty, and it definitely wasn't something to film, but it got Hankyung always coming back to him. Every night.
Hankyung yelled out loud and just wanted to kick Kangin in the face. "What, do you want me to dry fuck you, huh?" Kangin sneered as he forced a well lubed third finger into the other, glaring up at him for moving so much. Why was he feeling this pain, it felt like the first time Kangin trapped him against the wall in Heechul's room. (Come to think of it-- that time he was drunk.) The pain itself he'd think would make him more limp than a baby blanket, but he found himself becoming more erect every time a finger curled just right. "Hgnn, Youngoon, right there. Ri..right there again."
"Enough with the foreplay, just get on your knees," Kangin pulled out, denying Hankyung of his request. The older hissed as Kangin pinched his iiner thigh rather harshly. "Ya, Youngoon, come on~" Hankyung's turn to sneer as Kangin took time into teasing him just as bad the hand lingering so close to his cock, sliding its way over his thigh and back to his ass. Positioning himself painfully slow, Hankyung tried to be slick and impaled himself onto the slightly off-guard Kangin. "What the fuck, Hannie," he hissed loudly, pulling out before the other could adjust.
Before Hankyung would even miss the feeling of being filled, he thrusted back inside of him. He painfully cried out. He didn't know why it hurt this bad. Oh god, why did it hurt like this? Kangin painfully sped up the pace, only hoping the pain would subdue and he'd actually get to enjoy this. He wanted to enjoy it, dammit.
Hankyung hopes everybody is knocked out so bad that they can't hear him. The bed beating against the wall hasn't sent a sleep deprived Kibum and a prissy Heechul into the room. Maybe he wasn't that loud.
"oh." Slightly painful.
"oh god." Not really painful.
"Oh GOD, right there. Right.. right there. Please," his frantic moans of desperation and lust muffed between the pillow, if he wasn't being heard now, everybody must be dead in the apartment. For once, Kangin agreed with him as he groaned loudly, grinding his hips further into Hankyung, hitting just what he wanted as he heard the other scream out. His fingernails dragging down the sheets, cumming all over his bed, hoping Kangin will hurry up and finish so he can stop supporting his body even though he just wants all his joints to give out.
Only a few seconds after Hankyung's release, and with an unflattering grunt Kangin follows suit, his seed already sliding down the other's thigh as he pulls out to collapse on the severely beaten bed. Hankyung can finally flop over as well, rolling over to use Kangin as a body pillow, even though he'll leave after another round or two. He never stays the whole night. He never will.
Hankyung tried to ignore the tickling feeling at his side, hoping he can just fall asleep, but Kangin persistently felt at his side. He could feel a smirk against his neck through the heavy breaths tickling him. Swatting his hand away, Hankyung hissed "Youngoon, come on, give me a breather. Please."
"Screaming His name is ecstasy, Han? You're a real shitty atheist," Kangin practically purred into the Chinese boy's ear, licking the shell as he continued down to his neck, about to start his game again.
2/100
NC-17. /)__________o
They weren't drunk, they weren't madly in love. You didn't really need a reason to fuck, at least that was Kangin's reasoning. They could be watching a horror movie and Kangin would claim the older boy's "innocence" right there on the couch as the supporting female got stabbed once or twice, or another thirteen times. Whatever. It wasn't pretty, and it definitely wasn't something to film, but it got Hankyung always coming back to him. Every night.
Hankyung yelled out loud and just wanted to kick Kangin in the face. "What, do you want me to dry fuck you, huh?" Kangin sneered as he forced a well lubed third finger into the other, glaring up at him for moving so much. Why was he feeling this pain, it felt like the first time Kangin trapped him against the wall in Heechul's room. (Come to think of it-- that time he was drunk.) The pain itself he'd think would make him more limp than a baby blanket, but he found himself becoming more erect every time a finger curled just right. "Hgnn, Youngoon, right there. Ri..right there again."
"Enough with the foreplay, just get on your knees," Kangin pulled out, denying Hankyung of his request. The older hissed as Kangin pinched his iiner thigh rather harshly. "Ya, Youngoon, come on~" Hankyung's turn to sneer as Kangin took time into teasing him just as bad the hand lingering so close to his cock, sliding its way over his thigh and back to his ass. Positioning himself painfully slow, Hankyung tried to be slick and impaled himself onto the slightly off-guard Kangin. "What the fuck, Hannie," he hissed loudly, pulling out before the other could adjust.
Before Hankyung would even miss the feeling of being filled, he thrusted back inside of him. He painfully cried out. He didn't know why it hurt this bad. Oh god, why did it hurt like this? Kangin painfully sped up the pace, only hoping the pain would subdue and he'd actually get to enjoy this. He wanted to enjoy it, dammit.
Hankyung hopes everybody is knocked out so bad that they can't hear him. The bed beating against the wall hasn't sent a sleep deprived Kibum and a prissy Heechul into the room. Maybe he wasn't that loud.
"oh." Slightly painful.
"oh god." Not really painful.
"Oh GOD, right there. Right.. right there. Please," his frantic moans of desperation and lust muffed between the pillow, if he wasn't being heard now, everybody must be dead in the apartment. For once, Kangin agreed with him as he groaned loudly, grinding his hips further into Hankyung, hitting just what he wanted as he heard the other scream out. His fingernails dragging down the sheets, cumming all over his bed, hoping Kangin will hurry up and finish so he can stop supporting his body even though he just wants all his joints to give out.
Only a few seconds after Hankyung's release, and with an unflattering grunt Kangin follows suit, his seed already sliding down the other's thigh as he pulls out to collapse on the severely beaten bed. Hankyung can finally flop over as well, rolling over to use Kangin as a body pillow, even though he'll leave after another round or two. He never stays the whole night. He never will.
Hankyung tried to ignore the tickling feeling at his side, hoping he can just fall asleep, but Kangin persistently felt at his side. He could feel a smirk against his neck through the heavy breaths tickling him. Swatting his hand away, Hankyung hissed "Youngoon, come on, give me a breather. Please."
"Screaming His name is ecstasy, Han? You're a real shitty atheist," Kangin practically purred into the Chinese boy's ear, licking the shell as he continued down to his neck, about to start his game again.