In the Dark
Title: In the Dark
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: hoya/sungjong
Summary: It was a taboo relationship.
Word-count: 1k+
They fucked to hip-hop music.
The beat of the bass pounding, vibrating through the floor, spiting out English words that Sungjong couldn’t even hope to understand even on a good day. It was intoxicating; more so than the beer Sungjong had with dinner, his head spinning and vision swimming, the room moving like the waves in the ocean. Hoya liked to fuck with music on and the lights dimmed as if to emphasize they were doing something hushed and taboo.
But, no amount of music could muffle the choked whimpers that escaped Sungjong’s throat, pulled from him as he tried to breathe through his nose without losing control - to not give Hoya the satisfaction of having him both body and mind. His leg held up in the air by Hoya’s hand, face pressed into a pillow. The heat coming from Hoya’s chest against his back making his skin burn, a slow aching tingling forming behind his ears.
Sungjong could hear Hoya’s soft grunts through clenched teeth, the hand on his thigh tightening and straightening his leg out further to push in at a better angle, his foot arching at the strain. A pulsing throb from his ass making him bite his lip hard - it would be hard to explain that tomorrow - since the new position dragged across the spot that made Sungjong’s eyelids flutter and eyes roll back.
No words were exchanged, but Sungjong wasn’t sure he could even focus enough to get his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth. Hoya kept his grip firm and thrust in deeper, though their position only allowed for so much movement. It was slightly awkward, Hoya fucking him from the side with his dick sliding in and out and Sungjong’s leg towards the ceiling.
His own dick swaying to the side as Hoya’s thrusting moved him from side to side.
The alcohol made Sungjong feel deliriously happy. When Hoya let go of his leg, Sungjong welcomed the sloppy kiss that followed with the wet slide of Hoya slipping out of him. The rubber of the condom that was torn in two with hasty teeth was producing odd little squishing noises. Everything was damp, the sweat forming down Sungjong’s back, neck, armpits, and ass.
Hoya crawled over him, laying his hot body over top of Sungjong’s, trapping him down. The temperature in the room increasing and Sungjong’s heart beat faster, breath coming out rapid and shortened by Hoya’s tongue licking his nipple.
That tongue dipping and circling around before flicking the nub, finishing with a swipe across with his tongue’s broad side. Sungjong wrapped his arms around Hoya’s back, running them down the curve of Hoya’s spine, past his rib cage, to grab on to the dimple where spine met hips. Hoya’s dick, warm and hard, rubbing against Sungjong’s stomach as Sungjong palmed at his ass.
They clung together, their sweaty limbs dragging over each other, hands grabbing on skin, digging and leaving marks behind for the next morning.
In a way it was wrong the way Hoya made him feel undone, so wrong and dirty, but Sungjong loved it. He loved the feeling of Hoya shoving him down into his messy bed, getting him to crawl on top and ride him, the burn in his thighs and the throb in his ass. It was hot and Sungjong couldn’t stop himself for returning for more each time Hoya would press two fingers into his palm and flick his eyes towards their room.
Everything was too intense, maybe he should have drank more to dull the sensation of Hoya bending him in half and letting saliva from his mouth drip down into the crack of his ass. Sungjong cried out and bit down on his bottom lip again - another tricky explanation. Hoya laughed quietly, and from what Sungjong could make out of Hoya’s face in the dark, a remorseless grin spread across his face.
Ass still in the air, Hoya pressed into him, jolting Sungjong away from his wandering thoughts. Sungjong dragged his short fingernails on the bed sheets as Hoya fucked him hard. He shut his eyes, face screwing up in the strain of feeling Hoya hitting all the right spots. His legs and hips being held by Hoya’s hands.
Sungjong’s dick was leaking on his stomach, the tip flopping and sliding on his own skin, leaving a trail of clear fluid. There was a tightening in his balls and a growing tension under his skin that needed to be let out. He reached out and grabbed Hoya by his bent thighs, muscles taunt with pounding into Sungjong’s ass.
One scratch of his nails across skin, and Hoya got the picture. A warm hand encircled Sungjong’s dick and began to jerk him off. Stroking from the base up, pressing a thumb around the head, and swiping the precum into skin. Sungjong did his best not to moan too loud, yet the frustrated groans out his mouth were likely shameless.
Hoya was relentless with his technique, tugging at his dick and fucking him so good that Sungjong couldn’t hold off any longer. His hips twitching and ears blocking out the sound of some foreign rapper Hoya worshipped as he came, spurting all over Hoya’s hand. For that moment, he didn’t think and just focused on the sensations he was feeling. It shot through him like lightning, and as quick as it came, his high ebbed away, and he was left with Hoya letting loose.
He felt wet and hot, his breath still trapped and caught in his throat even as Hoya pulled out, ripping the condom off and coming over his stomach, a few dribbles dripping on his overly sensitive dick. Then Hoya collapsed on top of him.
Sungjong tried to regain his thoughts of what they were doing before Hoya led him to the bed and took his clothes off.
“You’re heavy,” Sungjong said, wiggling under Hoya’s sweaty body, “Everyone’s asleep right?” The room still felt like he was swimming in the ocean. When he closed his eyes, he could almost picture himself afloat on an inflated raft.
Hoya rolled over to his side, “Of course baby.” With his eyes closed, Sungjong missed Hoya drawing a line across his throat with his pointer finger. “Everyone’s been asleep for hours.”
Across the room, Sungyeol snapped the camcorder shut and took his sticky hand out of his pants.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: hoya/sungjong
Summary: It was a taboo relationship.
Word-count: 1k+
They fucked to hip-hop music.
The beat of the bass pounding, vibrating through the floor, spiting out English words that Sungjong couldn’t even hope to understand even on a good day. It was intoxicating; more so than the beer Sungjong had with dinner, his head spinning and vision swimming, the room moving like the waves in the ocean. Hoya liked to fuck with music on and the lights dimmed as if to emphasize they were doing something hushed and taboo.
But, no amount of music could muffle the choked whimpers that escaped Sungjong’s throat, pulled from him as he tried to breathe through his nose without losing control - to not give Hoya the satisfaction of having him both body and mind. His leg held up in the air by Hoya’s hand, face pressed into a pillow. The heat coming from Hoya’s chest against his back making his skin burn, a slow aching tingling forming behind his ears.
Sungjong could hear Hoya’s soft grunts through clenched teeth, the hand on his thigh tightening and straightening his leg out further to push in at a better angle, his foot arching at the strain. A pulsing throb from his ass making him bite his lip hard - it would be hard to explain that tomorrow - since the new position dragged across the spot that made Sungjong’s eyelids flutter and eyes roll back.
No words were exchanged, but Sungjong wasn’t sure he could even focus enough to get his tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth. Hoya kept his grip firm and thrust in deeper, though their position only allowed for so much movement. It was slightly awkward, Hoya fucking him from the side with his dick sliding in and out and Sungjong’s leg towards the ceiling.
His own dick swaying to the side as Hoya’s thrusting moved him from side to side.
The alcohol made Sungjong feel deliriously happy. When Hoya let go of his leg, Sungjong welcomed the sloppy kiss that followed with the wet slide of Hoya slipping out of him. The rubber of the condom that was torn in two with hasty teeth was producing odd little squishing noises. Everything was damp, the sweat forming down Sungjong’s back, neck, armpits, and ass.
Hoya crawled over him, laying his hot body over top of Sungjong’s, trapping him down. The temperature in the room increasing and Sungjong’s heart beat faster, breath coming out rapid and shortened by Hoya’s tongue licking his nipple.
That tongue dipping and circling around before flicking the nub, finishing with a swipe across with his tongue’s broad side. Sungjong wrapped his arms around Hoya’s back, running them down the curve of Hoya’s spine, past his rib cage, to grab on to the dimple where spine met hips. Hoya’s dick, warm and hard, rubbing against Sungjong’s stomach as Sungjong palmed at his ass.
They clung together, their sweaty limbs dragging over each other, hands grabbing on skin, digging and leaving marks behind for the next morning.
In a way it was wrong the way Hoya made him feel undone, so wrong and dirty, but Sungjong loved it. He loved the feeling of Hoya shoving him down into his messy bed, getting him to crawl on top and ride him, the burn in his thighs and the throb in his ass. It was hot and Sungjong couldn’t stop himself for returning for more each time Hoya would press two fingers into his palm and flick his eyes towards their room.
Everything was too intense, maybe he should have drank more to dull the sensation of Hoya bending him in half and letting saliva from his mouth drip down into the crack of his ass. Sungjong cried out and bit down on his bottom lip again - another tricky explanation. Hoya laughed quietly, and from what Sungjong could make out of Hoya’s face in the dark, a remorseless grin spread across his face.
Ass still in the air, Hoya pressed into him, jolting Sungjong away from his wandering thoughts. Sungjong dragged his short fingernails on the bed sheets as Hoya fucked him hard. He shut his eyes, face screwing up in the strain of feeling Hoya hitting all the right spots. His legs and hips being held by Hoya’s hands.
Sungjong’s dick was leaking on his stomach, the tip flopping and sliding on his own skin, leaving a trail of clear fluid. There was a tightening in his balls and a growing tension under his skin that needed to be let out. He reached out and grabbed Hoya by his bent thighs, muscles taunt with pounding into Sungjong’s ass.
One scratch of his nails across skin, and Hoya got the picture. A warm hand encircled Sungjong’s dick and began to jerk him off. Stroking from the base up, pressing a thumb around the head, and swiping the precum into skin. Sungjong did his best not to moan too loud, yet the frustrated groans out his mouth were likely shameless.
Hoya was relentless with his technique, tugging at his dick and fucking him so good that Sungjong couldn’t hold off any longer. His hips twitching and ears blocking out the sound of some foreign rapper Hoya worshipped as he came, spurting all over Hoya’s hand. For that moment, he didn’t think and just focused on the sensations he was feeling. It shot through him like lightning, and as quick as it came, his high ebbed away, and he was left with Hoya letting loose.
He felt wet and hot, his breath still trapped and caught in his throat even as Hoya pulled out, ripping the condom off and coming over his stomach, a few dribbles dripping on his overly sensitive dick. Then Hoya collapsed on top of him.
Sungjong tried to regain his thoughts of what they were doing before Hoya led him to the bed and took his clothes off.
“You’re heavy,” Sungjong said, wiggling under Hoya’s sweaty body, “Everyone’s asleep right?” The room still felt like he was swimming in the ocean. When he closed his eyes, he could almost picture himself afloat on an inflated raft.
Hoya rolled over to his side, “Of course baby.” With his eyes closed, Sungjong missed Hoya drawing a line across his throat with his pointer finger. “Everyone’s been asleep for hours.”
Across the room, Sungyeol snapped the camcorder shut and took his sticky hand out of his pants.