Beautiful Hangover
Title: Beautiful Hangover
Pairing: Sooseop
Rating: NC-17, toys, denial, general buttsecks
Summary: In which Soohyun and Kiseop learn about new parts of each other, least of all that Kiseop makes really bad bets when drunk. Inspired (loosely) by Stop Girl because suits.
Kiseop and Soohyun exit the restaurant, laughing loudly. They’re more than a little drunk off the wine they’d been served and high class wine too. Soohyun had pulled out all the stops for their sixth month anniversary and Kiseop was feeling spoiled. The two had met at work, Kiseop having been assigned to Soohyun as his secretary. Soohyun was the head of the Korean branch of Axiata Corporation and such, had an enormous workload. Kiseop’s job was to reduce that to a manageable level and he’d quickly made himself indisputable, in more ways than one. But at the moment, neither was thinking about work. They hailed a taxi and got back to their shared apartment. Watching Soohyun undress, Kiseop had an idea.
“I bet,” he slurs, the alcohol still running through his system. “I bet I can get you off without even touching you. Get on the bed” Amused and slightly aroused by the offer, Soohyun sits himself on the bed while Kiseop makes his way over. As the younger settles himself with his knees on either side of Soohyun, Kiseop continues to talk. “If I win, you have to let me boss you around at work tomorrow. It’s not fair that you always get to do it,” he pouts. Soohyun considers it. “And what if I win,” he inquires. Kiseop pauses to think. This outcome had not occurred to him. “I’ll do anything you want,” he offers. “But that’s what your job description is,” Soohyun returns. Grinning seductively, Kiseop drops his voice into a husky whisper. “I’ll do anything,” he repeats, emphasizing the last word. Soohyun gives in. Kiseop begins to unbutton his shirt, working at the first one. Somewhere during the second one, he falls asleep. “Lightweight,” Soohyun sighs as he gets both of them ready for bed.
The next morning Kiseop wakes up to Soohyun gently running his hands up and down his back. “Morning,” Soohyun murmurs. Kiseop yawns in response. “What time is it,” he asks sleepily. “It’s almost eight,” Soohyun replies. Kiseop remembers they still have work and jerks awake. However Soohyun pulls him back down. “I cleared out the first half of the day,” he explains. “We don’t have to go into until eleven or twelve.” Sinking back down into his lover’s warm embrace, Kiseop shakes his head. “I’d never have remembered to do that. What would I do without you,” he muses. Soohyun chuckles. “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around Mr. Secretary,” he teases. “But you don’t get to tell me what to do today,” Soohyun continues. Kiseop looks up in confusion. “The bet,” Soohyun reminds him, “I’m fairly sure you falling asleep counts as a win for me.”
Oh.
“So,” Kiseop ventures. “What do you want me to do?” Soohyun is silent for a moment, apparently too absorbed in nuzzling his collarbone. Suddenly he bites down, earning a small whimper from Kiseop, before soothing the mark with his tongue. The silence is beginning to stretch out for a while and Kiseop guesses Soohyun’s having trouble coming up with anything. In fact, the exact opposite is true. Ever since Soohyun could remember, he’d had a thing for using toys during sex. Cock rings, vibrators, butt plugs. Nothing too hardcore but still, toys. He’d been too afraid to bring it up with Kiseop afraid to spoil what they had, but now he had an opportunity. If Kiseop rejected anything, Soohyun could always pass it off as trying to get creative with the bet.
Having made his decision, Soohyun breaks the silence. “Do you trust me,” he whispers. Kiseop smiles down at him. “Of course,” he says reassuringly. “You’d never do anything bad to me. Now tell me what you want me to do.”
“Today, you have to do everything I tell you to, without exception,” Soohyun orders. Kiseop looks puzzled. “But isn’t that the point of the bet,” he asks, confused. “I’ll be giving you various orders throughout the rest of today,” Soohyun clarifies. “You have to follow each and every single one of them to the letter.” Kiseop nods his understanding. “Good.” The hands which had been running up and down his back now move lower, massaging his ass and teasing his hole. Kiseop arches forward at the sensation, bring their now erect cocks into contact. Both moan at the contact and Soohyun withdraws a hand to grope blindly around the nightstand for lube.
Having found the lube, he quickly uncaps the bottle and covers his hand in it. Distracting Kiseop by teasing a nipple with his tongue, he quickly withdraws two more items from the nightstand drawer and generously lubed them too. Slowly sliding one finger in, Soohyun begins to work it in and out, marveling at how tight Kiseop is still. Encouraged by the noises Kiseop is making he adds a second finger, scissoring slightly in order to loosen his lover up. Kiseop feels a slight burn as the second finger enters but he’s plenty distracted but the hand on his ass and the tongue lightly playing with his erect nipples.
Soon, he’s grinding down on the fingers and begging for more. Soohyun complies and a third finger is added which has Kiseop moaning loudly and pushing back against the fingers, trying to find the perfect angle. Soohyun crooks his fingers just so and knows he’s found the spot by the way Kiseop’s hands tighten on his shoulder. Thrusting a few times more, he sends frissions of pleasure skating up Kiseop’s spine. Suddenly he withdraws his fingers and Kiseop whines at the loss, feeling too empty. “Fuck me,” he moans, impatient to be filled again but this time with Soohyun. He feels hands ghosting over his ass and he shivers with anticipation. But when sometime is placed against his hole, it’s not what he expected. It’s cool plastic and Soohyun is tracing his puckered hole with it. “Wha-What is that,” he gasps out in between moans.
“It’s a butt plug,” Soohyun explains. “I want you to wear it all day.” Kiseop whimpers. The idea of constantly having something in him is bit scary but he’s also incredibly turned on by it. He nods to show that he’s ready and Soohyun shoves it in with one hard thrust. Kiseop gasps, unprepared for the intensity of the sensation of something so foreign but he soon adjusts. Soohyun pulls the plug out and rams it back in a few times, causing Kiseop to mewl with pleasure. Soohyun thrusts it in one last time and leaves it there, twisting around slightly to get the other object he’d taken out of the drawer. He begins to lightly stroke Kiseop’s erection, which is almost too much. “Please, please, please, let me come,” Kiseop wails. Soohyun just shakes his head. “We can’t have that happening quite yet.”
He slides the cock ring in his hand down Kiseop’s, much to the other’s discomfort. “We have to get ready for work now,” he commands. Kiseop is still unrelieved but he looks at the clock and realizes that they really do have to get moving. He gets out of bed to dress but every movement moves the plug inside of him. He can’t stop from clenching around it and the cock ring is tight, preventing him from getting any relief. Soohyun is more aroused by the sight of Kiseop’s cock bound like that than anything else he’s ever seen. However, he forces himself to retain a semblance of control and he quickly dresses himself, then helps Kiseop dress. Examining his lover as they’re at the door, he decides it’s safe for them to go to work. Kiseop’s a little flushed but no unduly so. It could easily be passed off as the heat. During the drive to work, Soohyun makes sure to keep an eye on Kiseop, who is holding himself together admirably well. He shows no signs of discomfort but Soohyun doesn’t miss the tightening of his lips or the sharp intake of breath each time they run over a bump in the road.
They reach their workplace and Soohyun parks in his customary spot, next to his private elevator. “Do you need a few minutes to collect yourself,” he asks, concerned. Kiseop merely shakes his head and gets out of the car, only a little stiff. They enter the elevator together and watch as the floors tick past. When they’ve finally reached the top floor, the doors swish open and Soohyun motions for Kiseop to exit first. As he follows he surreptitiously applies a little pressure to the plug through Kiseop’s pants, drawing a quiet yelp.
Kiseop settles himself at the reception desk and Soohyun continues on to his office. They immerse themselves in work for the next few hours. Sitting is not unduly uncomfortable for Kiseop but he can acutely feel the plug in him particularly when he shifts. The first real test of his control comes when some clients arrive to see Soohyun. Kiseop gets up slowly, putting a hand on his desk to support himself. Concerned, one of the clients inquires if he’s ok. “I’ve just recovered from the flu and I’m still a little weak,” he lies, smiling sheepishly as if a little embarrassed. The short walk is torture, each step shifting the plug around. Then they’re at the door and the client wishes him better health. Kiseop ushers them in, quickly closing the door. Similar situations occur with the next two clients, with Kiseop’s knees practically giving out after he closes the door behind the third group. As they leave, Kiseop slips into Soohyun’s office. He finds the room empty and assumes Soohyun is in the attached bedroom and bathroom that are there in case of an emergency all nighter. He lowers himself gingerly into a chair and waits.
Shortly, Soohyun comes striding out of the bathroom, fixing his cuffs and looking supremely unconcerned. He settles in his chair, which places him directly across the table from Kiseop. Rising, Kiseop gives his customary daily summary of what’s happened where. He tries to keep his voice level, but at this point even that’s a challenge. Soohyun listens intently and when it’s over, he motions as if to dismiss Kiseop. “Aren’t you forgetting something,” Kiseop hisses, now desperate for relief of any kind. Soohyun’s only response is to raise an eyebrow. Quickly rising, Kiseop strides around the desk. Planting his hands on either side of Soohyun, he looks his lover straight in the eye. “The plug in my ass,” he snaps, irritated by Soohyun’s seeming nonchalance. “Alright, alright,” Soohyun chuckles. “But first, we have to get you ready.” Kiseop is confused at first but the meaning becomes clear as Soohyun removes their jackets, ties, and starts on Kiseop’s belt. In the process of unbuckling the belt, Soohyun’s hands brush against the now obvious bulge in Kiseop’s pants. It causes Kiseop to start and Soohyun is more careful after that. He gets rid of their belts and unbuttons Kiseop’s shirt, but leaves it hanging.
He finishes quickly for he’s extremely aroused by Kiseop’s compliance with his orders. But he keeps his mask of control firmly in place. “Brace yourself against the window,” he demands. Kiseop rolls his eyes but complies, placing both hands on the cool glass. He hears rather sees Soohyun get up and follow him. A hand reaches around and undoes his zipper, releasing his erection. Kiseop sighs in relief and steps out of his pants, sticking his ass out in a clear invitation. “Slut,” Soohyun admonishes, slapping the pale skin in front of him. “Only for you,” Kiseop sing songs, sticking it out even further. Soohyun growls, low in his throat but he regains control and slowly withdraws the plug.
Kiseop whimpers as it moves, wants to so badly to find some kind of release even though the cock ring prevents it. What’s worse, the removal of the plug brings no relief as he’d thought it would. The feeling of emptiness after having been filled for the greater part of the day is unbearable and he clenches useless at air, desperately wishing for something to replace it. Behind him, Soohyun drops to his knees and blows lightly across Kiseop’s tightly clenched hole. The cold air causes Kiseop to start in surprise, then he feels Soohyun’s tongue tracing around his entrance. “Please,” he begs, “put something, anything in there. I need something to fill me please.” Soohyun can feel his own erection responding to Kiseop’s words but he controls himself for now. Placing on hand on each side of Kiseop’s ass and begins tongue fucking him in earnest. The sudden stimulation sends Kiseop scrabbling for purchase on the smooth glass of the mirror. He’s moaning loudly as Soohyun thrusts his tongue in and out, then replaces his tongue with fingers which search out Kiseop’s prostate. When Soohyun finds the right spot, Kiseop wails in pleasure.
But too soon Soohyun stops and draws away. He leads Kiseop back to the chair and sits them both down. He slowly slides into the warm welcoming heat, inch by torturous inch. It takes all of his self control not to just buck up and start fucking Kiseop in earnest but he knows he won’t last if he does that. So Soohyun keeps the pace deliberately slow, placing one hand on Kiseop’s slim hips to hold him steady and wrapping the other one up around his lover’s neck. When he’s fully sheathed, Soohyun stops moving, using the hand on Kiseop’s hip to prevent the other from moving himself. The other hand tips Kiseop’s head down and they kiss, tongues sliding wetly against each other. Soohyun slowly begins to move without breaking the kiss, shallow thrusts up and down. Eventually they break for air and Soohyun speeds up, causing Kiseop to throw his head back in pleasure. This exposes his neck and Soohyun licks his way down to the nipples standing out against the pale chest. He teases them both before taking one in his teeth and worrying it gently.
Kiseop begins to thrust back, rolling his hips in time with Soohyun’s thrusts. Soohyun’s hard cock is plunging deeper in with each thrust, hitting his prostate perfectly with each thrust. He can barely take it and falls forward, his arms slung over Soohyun’s shoulders and his head resting next to Soohyun’s ear. In this position, Soohyun can hear the strangled moans, the nearly incoherent curses that Kiseop’s letting out under his breath. At that, he loses any semblance of self control and just fucks up into Kiseop. After just a few thrusts, Kiseop loses it and clamps down almost painfully tightly on Soohyun’s dick. He dry orgasms for the first time and it’s making him see stars. Soohyun can’t hold back either and comes in Kiseop, filling him with come. Kiseop comes back down, still unrelieved and feels Soohyun slip out of him. He’s sobbing in frustration but allows himself to be soothed by Soohyun, who pets him and kisses him gently. They remain like that for a few minutes before Kiseop begins to whimper again because no matter how comfortable this may be, his cock is still flushed red, held tight by the ring at its base.
Soohyun picks him up and lays him on the table, which he clears with a broad sweep of his arm. He pins Kiseop’s arms over his head and stretches him one last time. He wants to take it slow, but the sight of Kiseop like this, eyes glazed over with lust, pale skin flushed, covered in his marks, and panting softly makes it very hard. The sight of his own come dribbling out of Kiseop’s abused hole has him hard in seconds and he plunges in with one swift stroke, setting a relentless pace and keeping it up. They kiss, Soohyun swallowing every little sound that Kiseop makes, unwilling to share anything, even to an empty room. His grip on Kiseop’s wrists and hip is bruising, but all it does is turn Kiseop on even more, knowing that this possessiveness is all for him. Suddenly Soohyun slows down which nearly brings Kiseop to tears. He tries to move, to make Soohyun speed up but the firm hand on his waist stops him.
Soohyun drops his head next to Kiseop’s and just stays there for a while. “I love you,” he murmurs. It’s the first time either of them had outright said it and Kiseop’s heart skips a beat. “I know this is not precisely the best time to tell you,” he continues, “but I just.” A pause. “I just want you to know,” he concludes. Immediately he starts to move again, forcing a broken gasp from Kiseop. Soohyun’s face is a little closed off and Kiseop knows why. Although he doesn’t know the full story, he knows Soohyun was completely betrayed by his last partner. The admission of love cost him more than Kiseop could imagine and he’s scared to death of the answer. Kiseop’s sure of what he feels though and he isn’t afraid to say it. “I love you too,” he breathes and while there’s no verbal acknowledge, Kiseop feels the grip of Soohyun’s hands tighten ever so slightly, before relaxing again. Soohyun comes a second time and pulls off the ring at the same time. Kiseop blacks out for second from the intensity of his orgasm.
When his vision blur back into existence, he’s met with what looks like a slightly sad Soohyun. His worries are furthered when Soohyun whispers sorry. While Kiseop tries to collect his thoughts and figure out what’s going on, Soohyun begins gently soothing all the marks he’s made. “What do you have to be sorry for,” Kiseop demands. He feels supremely well fucked and well loved at the moment. He can’t think of anything Soohyun would have to feel sorry about. “I-I hurt you,” Soohyun explains, rubbing the light bruises on Kiseop’s wrists and hips. “It’s fine,” Kiseop protest. “I’m fine. Actually,” he blushes, “I like it when you do that. It’s just you showing me your love.” Soohyun isn’t entirely reassured but he doesn’t push it. Sweeping the younger up in his arms, he heads for the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. Kiseop grins up at him. “I like where this is going.” Soohyun groans. It’s going to be a long night.
A/N: I’M SORRY. I CAN’T ANYMORE. I WANT TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST OR SOMETHING. I’M GOING OFF TO DIE NOW. This was supposed to have a plot and all. Three sentences in and my brain’s like fuck that, this is how it’s going down. Instead of a plot, we shall have kinky, kinky, kinky things. /Cries
Shower pr0n extra sometime later. I’m too tired to write anymore.
Shameless stealing of Big Bang song title because it fits plus I have a very real chance of going to their Newark concert in November and I literally cannot think about anything else.
Do let me know if there’s a grammar mistake somewhere. I wrote this in one shot and didn’t look it over. Spellcheck says nothing is wrong but the damn thing can’t even spell itself.
Pairing: Sooseop
Rating: NC-17, toys, denial, general buttsecks
Summary: In which Soohyun and Kiseop learn about new parts of each other, least of all that Kiseop makes really bad bets when drunk. Inspired (loosely) by Stop Girl because suits.
Kiseop and Soohyun exit the restaurant, laughing loudly. They’re more than a little drunk off the wine they’d been served and high class wine too. Soohyun had pulled out all the stops for their sixth month anniversary and Kiseop was feeling spoiled. The two had met at work, Kiseop having been assigned to Soohyun as his secretary. Soohyun was the head of the Korean branch of Axiata Corporation and such, had an enormous workload. Kiseop’s job was to reduce that to a manageable level and he’d quickly made himself indisputable, in more ways than one. But at the moment, neither was thinking about work. They hailed a taxi and got back to their shared apartment. Watching Soohyun undress, Kiseop had an idea.
“I bet,” he slurs, the alcohol still running through his system. “I bet I can get you off without even touching you. Get on the bed” Amused and slightly aroused by the offer, Soohyun sits himself on the bed while Kiseop makes his way over. As the younger settles himself with his knees on either side of Soohyun, Kiseop continues to talk. “If I win, you have to let me boss you around at work tomorrow. It’s not fair that you always get to do it,” he pouts. Soohyun considers it. “And what if I win,” he inquires. Kiseop pauses to think. This outcome had not occurred to him. “I’ll do anything you want,” he offers. “But that’s what your job description is,” Soohyun returns. Grinning seductively, Kiseop drops his voice into a husky whisper. “I’ll do anything,” he repeats, emphasizing the last word. Soohyun gives in. Kiseop begins to unbutton his shirt, working at the first one. Somewhere during the second one, he falls asleep. “Lightweight,” Soohyun sighs as he gets both of them ready for bed.
The next morning Kiseop wakes up to Soohyun gently running his hands up and down his back. “Morning,” Soohyun murmurs. Kiseop yawns in response. “What time is it,” he asks sleepily. “It’s almost eight,” Soohyun replies. Kiseop remembers they still have work and jerks awake. However Soohyun pulls him back down. “I cleared out the first half of the day,” he explains. “We don’t have to go into until eleven or twelve.” Sinking back down into his lover’s warm embrace, Kiseop shakes his head. “I’d never have remembered to do that. What would I do without you,” he muses. Soohyun chuckles. “Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around Mr. Secretary,” he teases. “But you don’t get to tell me what to do today,” Soohyun continues. Kiseop looks up in confusion. “The bet,” Soohyun reminds him, “I’m fairly sure you falling asleep counts as a win for me.”
Oh.
“So,” Kiseop ventures. “What do you want me to do?” Soohyun is silent for a moment, apparently too absorbed in nuzzling his collarbone. Suddenly he bites down, earning a small whimper from Kiseop, before soothing the mark with his tongue. The silence is beginning to stretch out for a while and Kiseop guesses Soohyun’s having trouble coming up with anything. In fact, the exact opposite is true. Ever since Soohyun could remember, he’d had a thing for using toys during sex. Cock rings, vibrators, butt plugs. Nothing too hardcore but still, toys. He’d been too afraid to bring it up with Kiseop afraid to spoil what they had, but now he had an opportunity. If Kiseop rejected anything, Soohyun could always pass it off as trying to get creative with the bet.
Having made his decision, Soohyun breaks the silence. “Do you trust me,” he whispers. Kiseop smiles down at him. “Of course,” he says reassuringly. “You’d never do anything bad to me. Now tell me what you want me to do.”
“Today, you have to do everything I tell you to, without exception,” Soohyun orders. Kiseop looks puzzled. “But isn’t that the point of the bet,” he asks, confused. “I’ll be giving you various orders throughout the rest of today,” Soohyun clarifies. “You have to follow each and every single one of them to the letter.” Kiseop nods his understanding. “Good.” The hands which had been running up and down his back now move lower, massaging his ass and teasing his hole. Kiseop arches forward at the sensation, bring their now erect cocks into contact. Both moan at the contact and Soohyun withdraws a hand to grope blindly around the nightstand for lube.
Having found the lube, he quickly uncaps the bottle and covers his hand in it. Distracting Kiseop by teasing a nipple with his tongue, he quickly withdraws two more items from the nightstand drawer and generously lubed them too. Slowly sliding one finger in, Soohyun begins to work it in and out, marveling at how tight Kiseop is still. Encouraged by the noises Kiseop is making he adds a second finger, scissoring slightly in order to loosen his lover up. Kiseop feels a slight burn as the second finger enters but he’s plenty distracted but the hand on his ass and the tongue lightly playing with his erect nipples.
Soon, he’s grinding down on the fingers and begging for more. Soohyun complies and a third finger is added which has Kiseop moaning loudly and pushing back against the fingers, trying to find the perfect angle. Soohyun crooks his fingers just so and knows he’s found the spot by the way Kiseop’s hands tighten on his shoulder. Thrusting a few times more, he sends frissions of pleasure skating up Kiseop’s spine. Suddenly he withdraws his fingers and Kiseop whines at the loss, feeling too empty. “Fuck me,” he moans, impatient to be filled again but this time with Soohyun. He feels hands ghosting over his ass and he shivers with anticipation. But when sometime is placed against his hole, it’s not what he expected. It’s cool plastic and Soohyun is tracing his puckered hole with it. “Wha-What is that,” he gasps out in between moans.
“It’s a butt plug,” Soohyun explains. “I want you to wear it all day.” Kiseop whimpers. The idea of constantly having something in him is bit scary but he’s also incredibly turned on by it. He nods to show that he’s ready and Soohyun shoves it in with one hard thrust. Kiseop gasps, unprepared for the intensity of the sensation of something so foreign but he soon adjusts. Soohyun pulls the plug out and rams it back in a few times, causing Kiseop to mewl with pleasure. Soohyun thrusts it in one last time and leaves it there, twisting around slightly to get the other object he’d taken out of the drawer. He begins to lightly stroke Kiseop’s erection, which is almost too much. “Please, please, please, let me come,” Kiseop wails. Soohyun just shakes his head. “We can’t have that happening quite yet.”
He slides the cock ring in his hand down Kiseop’s, much to the other’s discomfort. “We have to get ready for work now,” he commands. Kiseop is still unrelieved but he looks at the clock and realizes that they really do have to get moving. He gets out of bed to dress but every movement moves the plug inside of him. He can’t stop from clenching around it and the cock ring is tight, preventing him from getting any relief. Soohyun is more aroused by the sight of Kiseop’s cock bound like that than anything else he’s ever seen. However, he forces himself to retain a semblance of control and he quickly dresses himself, then helps Kiseop dress. Examining his lover as they’re at the door, he decides it’s safe for them to go to work. Kiseop’s a little flushed but no unduly so. It could easily be passed off as the heat. During the drive to work, Soohyun makes sure to keep an eye on Kiseop, who is holding himself together admirably well. He shows no signs of discomfort but Soohyun doesn’t miss the tightening of his lips or the sharp intake of breath each time they run over a bump in the road.
They reach their workplace and Soohyun parks in his customary spot, next to his private elevator. “Do you need a few minutes to collect yourself,” he asks, concerned. Kiseop merely shakes his head and gets out of the car, only a little stiff. They enter the elevator together and watch as the floors tick past. When they’ve finally reached the top floor, the doors swish open and Soohyun motions for Kiseop to exit first. As he follows he surreptitiously applies a little pressure to the plug through Kiseop’s pants, drawing a quiet yelp.
Kiseop settles himself at the reception desk and Soohyun continues on to his office. They immerse themselves in work for the next few hours. Sitting is not unduly uncomfortable for Kiseop but he can acutely feel the plug in him particularly when he shifts. The first real test of his control comes when some clients arrive to see Soohyun. Kiseop gets up slowly, putting a hand on his desk to support himself. Concerned, one of the clients inquires if he’s ok. “I’ve just recovered from the flu and I’m still a little weak,” he lies, smiling sheepishly as if a little embarrassed. The short walk is torture, each step shifting the plug around. Then they’re at the door and the client wishes him better health. Kiseop ushers them in, quickly closing the door. Similar situations occur with the next two clients, with Kiseop’s knees practically giving out after he closes the door behind the third group. As they leave, Kiseop slips into Soohyun’s office. He finds the room empty and assumes Soohyun is in the attached bedroom and bathroom that are there in case of an emergency all nighter. He lowers himself gingerly into a chair and waits.
Shortly, Soohyun comes striding out of the bathroom, fixing his cuffs and looking supremely unconcerned. He settles in his chair, which places him directly across the table from Kiseop. Rising, Kiseop gives his customary daily summary of what’s happened where. He tries to keep his voice level, but at this point even that’s a challenge. Soohyun listens intently and when it’s over, he motions as if to dismiss Kiseop. “Aren’t you forgetting something,” Kiseop hisses, now desperate for relief of any kind. Soohyun’s only response is to raise an eyebrow. Quickly rising, Kiseop strides around the desk. Planting his hands on either side of Soohyun, he looks his lover straight in the eye. “The plug in my ass,” he snaps, irritated by Soohyun’s seeming nonchalance. “Alright, alright,” Soohyun chuckles. “But first, we have to get you ready.” Kiseop is confused at first but the meaning becomes clear as Soohyun removes their jackets, ties, and starts on Kiseop’s belt. In the process of unbuckling the belt, Soohyun’s hands brush against the now obvious bulge in Kiseop’s pants. It causes Kiseop to start and Soohyun is more careful after that. He gets rid of their belts and unbuttons Kiseop’s shirt, but leaves it hanging.
He finishes quickly for he’s extremely aroused by Kiseop’s compliance with his orders. But he keeps his mask of control firmly in place. “Brace yourself against the window,” he demands. Kiseop rolls his eyes but complies, placing both hands on the cool glass. He hears rather sees Soohyun get up and follow him. A hand reaches around and undoes his zipper, releasing his erection. Kiseop sighs in relief and steps out of his pants, sticking his ass out in a clear invitation. “Slut,” Soohyun admonishes, slapping the pale skin in front of him. “Only for you,” Kiseop sing songs, sticking it out even further. Soohyun growls, low in his throat but he regains control and slowly withdraws the plug.
Kiseop whimpers as it moves, wants to so badly to find some kind of release even though the cock ring prevents it. What’s worse, the removal of the plug brings no relief as he’d thought it would. The feeling of emptiness after having been filled for the greater part of the day is unbearable and he clenches useless at air, desperately wishing for something to replace it. Behind him, Soohyun drops to his knees and blows lightly across Kiseop’s tightly clenched hole. The cold air causes Kiseop to start in surprise, then he feels Soohyun’s tongue tracing around his entrance. “Please,” he begs, “put something, anything in there. I need something to fill me please.” Soohyun can feel his own erection responding to Kiseop’s words but he controls himself for now. Placing on hand on each side of Kiseop’s ass and begins tongue fucking him in earnest. The sudden stimulation sends Kiseop scrabbling for purchase on the smooth glass of the mirror. He’s moaning loudly as Soohyun thrusts his tongue in and out, then replaces his tongue with fingers which search out Kiseop’s prostate. When Soohyun finds the right spot, Kiseop wails in pleasure.
But too soon Soohyun stops and draws away. He leads Kiseop back to the chair and sits them both down. He slowly slides into the warm welcoming heat, inch by torturous inch. It takes all of his self control not to just buck up and start fucking Kiseop in earnest but he knows he won’t last if he does that. So Soohyun keeps the pace deliberately slow, placing one hand on Kiseop’s slim hips to hold him steady and wrapping the other one up around his lover’s neck. When he’s fully sheathed, Soohyun stops moving, using the hand on Kiseop’s hip to prevent the other from moving himself. The other hand tips Kiseop’s head down and they kiss, tongues sliding wetly against each other. Soohyun slowly begins to move without breaking the kiss, shallow thrusts up and down. Eventually they break for air and Soohyun speeds up, causing Kiseop to throw his head back in pleasure. This exposes his neck and Soohyun licks his way down to the nipples standing out against the pale chest. He teases them both before taking one in his teeth and worrying it gently.
Kiseop begins to thrust back, rolling his hips in time with Soohyun’s thrusts. Soohyun’s hard cock is plunging deeper in with each thrust, hitting his prostate perfectly with each thrust. He can barely take it and falls forward, his arms slung over Soohyun’s shoulders and his head resting next to Soohyun’s ear. In this position, Soohyun can hear the strangled moans, the nearly incoherent curses that Kiseop’s letting out under his breath. At that, he loses any semblance of self control and just fucks up into Kiseop. After just a few thrusts, Kiseop loses it and clamps down almost painfully tightly on Soohyun’s dick. He dry orgasms for the first time and it’s making him see stars. Soohyun can’t hold back either and comes in Kiseop, filling him with come. Kiseop comes back down, still unrelieved and feels Soohyun slip out of him. He’s sobbing in frustration but allows himself to be soothed by Soohyun, who pets him and kisses him gently. They remain like that for a few minutes before Kiseop begins to whimper again because no matter how comfortable this may be, his cock is still flushed red, held tight by the ring at its base.
Soohyun picks him up and lays him on the table, which he clears with a broad sweep of his arm. He pins Kiseop’s arms over his head and stretches him one last time. He wants to take it slow, but the sight of Kiseop like this, eyes glazed over with lust, pale skin flushed, covered in his marks, and panting softly makes it very hard. The sight of his own come dribbling out of Kiseop’s abused hole has him hard in seconds and he plunges in with one swift stroke, setting a relentless pace and keeping it up. They kiss, Soohyun swallowing every little sound that Kiseop makes, unwilling to share anything, even to an empty room. His grip on Kiseop’s wrists and hip is bruising, but all it does is turn Kiseop on even more, knowing that this possessiveness is all for him. Suddenly Soohyun slows down which nearly brings Kiseop to tears. He tries to move, to make Soohyun speed up but the firm hand on his waist stops him.
Soohyun drops his head next to Kiseop’s and just stays there for a while. “I love you,” he murmurs. It’s the first time either of them had outright said it and Kiseop’s heart skips a beat. “I know this is not precisely the best time to tell you,” he continues, “but I just.” A pause. “I just want you to know,” he concludes. Immediately he starts to move again, forcing a broken gasp from Kiseop. Soohyun’s face is a little closed off and Kiseop knows why. Although he doesn’t know the full story, he knows Soohyun was completely betrayed by his last partner. The admission of love cost him more than Kiseop could imagine and he’s scared to death of the answer. Kiseop’s sure of what he feels though and he isn’t afraid to say it. “I love you too,” he breathes and while there’s no verbal acknowledge, Kiseop feels the grip of Soohyun’s hands tighten ever so slightly, before relaxing again. Soohyun comes a second time and pulls off the ring at the same time. Kiseop blacks out for second from the intensity of his orgasm.
When his vision blur back into existence, he’s met with what looks like a slightly sad Soohyun. His worries are furthered when Soohyun whispers sorry. While Kiseop tries to collect his thoughts and figure out what’s going on, Soohyun begins gently soothing all the marks he’s made. “What do you have to be sorry for,” Kiseop demands. He feels supremely well fucked and well loved at the moment. He can’t think of anything Soohyun would have to feel sorry about. “I-I hurt you,” Soohyun explains, rubbing the light bruises on Kiseop’s wrists and hips. “It’s fine,” Kiseop protest. “I’m fine. Actually,” he blushes, “I like it when you do that. It’s just you showing me your love.” Soohyun isn’t entirely reassured but he doesn’t push it. Sweeping the younger up in his arms, he heads for the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. Kiseop grins up at him. “I like where this is going.” Soohyun groans. It’s going to be a long night.
A/N: I’M SORRY. I CAN’T ANYMORE. I WANT TO SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST OR SOMETHING. I’M GOING OFF TO DIE NOW. This was supposed to have a plot and all. Three sentences in and my brain’s like fuck that, this is how it’s going down. Instead of a plot, we shall have kinky, kinky, kinky things. /Cries
Shower pr0n extra sometime later. I’m too tired to write anymore.
Shameless stealing of Big Bang song title because it fits plus I have a very real chance of going to their Newark concert in November and I literally cannot think about anything else.
Do let me know if there’s a grammar mistake somewhere. I wrote this in one shot and didn’t look it over. Spellcheck says nothing is wrong but the damn thing can’t even spell itself.