fic: give it up [b.a.p; yongchan; nc-17]
give it up
b.a.p; yongguk/himchan; nc-17; 2500
“you’ll be begging soon enough,” yongguk growls into his ear, all hot breath and deep, husky voice. pwp. model au.
give it up
Yongguk hates black tie affairs and doesn’t quite understand why it’s so terribly important that he attends them. He’s a model, not a show dog. Still, if there’s one thing Yongguk’s learned in this industry, it’s that getting your face out there depends on how many events you attend. Networking, as his agent always tells him.
He smiles, charming and suave as the coordinator for the Seoul Spring/Summer show places a hand on his arm and compliments him on his latest editorial in Vogue Korea. He thanks her, not particularly fond of the memories attached to the shoot.
Working with Kim Himchan was, as per usual, aggravating. Yongguk, in his three years in the industry, had never met someone so snotty and pretentious and stuck up. He’d spent the entirety of the shoot telling himself that the arrogant little smirk on Himchan’s face could easily be punched off but that that was perhaps not the best method of solving his annoyance.
The coordinator leaves, giving him a knowing smile and it’s not like Yongguk doesn’t know he won’t be on the runway a month from now. He's in the prime of his career and if one thing was exceedingly clear, people seemed to love whatever work Yongguk did with Himchan even if it pained him incredibly. He’d already heard Himchan would be at the show; there was no way in hell they wouldn’t have him strutting down the catwalk alongside him.
Something about supressed sexual tension.
The only sexual tension Yongguk had toward Himchan was the sort that would put him in his place.
He spots Himchan before the other sees him and Yongguk has half a mind to ditch the entire event and go home, already bored with the love eyes some of the other attendees were making at him. He chugs the last of his wine, not particularly fond of the beverage before deciding that if the rest of the game was boring, maybe some “supressed sexual tension” should be taken care of.
It’s a matter of seconds, once Yongguk’s chatting with some up and comer, laughing as loud as he can that Himchan spots him. He doesn’t even hide his dismay, sneering a bit in disgust. Yongguk has half a mind to throw his wine glass at him, soil his pretty white shirt.
Himchan makes his way over, flashing smiles to everyone who greets him. He greets Yongguk with a haughty smirk but before he can get one word out, Yongguk leans over to whisper in his ear.
“You’d look really good with that suit on my floor.”
Himchan raises an eyebrow at him, smirk suddenly faltering. “Excuse me?”
Yongguk actually leers, grinning at the shock in Himchan’s eyes. “Oh come on, Himchan. I know you want to fuck me.”
Snorting in disbelief, Himchan nearly turns away from Yongguk but he wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’ll show you a good time.”
“You want me that bad, huh?” Himchan whispers, voice dropping low, eyes half-lidded.
“Something like that,” Yongguk replies, licking his lips. Himchan was attractive, Yongguk could give him that much but he had goals. Goals like fucking Himchan against the nearest flat surface. It wasn’t a rumour that Himchan had slept around with half the models he worked with. Yongguk often found himself on the receiving end of hushed stories about how good he was.
Himchan’s eyes flicker as he takes in the crowd at the party before locking eyes with Yongguk. He presses a kiss against the corner of Yongguk’s mouth, smiling. “Meet me at the washroom in two.”
Himchan shoves Yongguk into the washroom stall, slamming the door behind him before pulling him down by the lapels of his suit, crushing their mouths together in a hungry kiss. He bites down on Yongguk’s lips and Yongguk’s head swims, dick half hard and pants far too tight.
“Fuck,” Himchan growls, “Fuck, you think you’re such hot shit, don’t you?”
He rips Yongguk’s bowtie off, before clawing open the rest of his shirt and Yongguk can’t remember the last time he’s wanted to fuck a guy so much. “Hotter than you, you little shit.”
Himchan’s eyes flash and Yongguk smirks, before he swallows any witty little comeback he has. The kiss is all tongue and teeth and Yongguk thinks he may have bitten Himchan too hard at one point but Himchan’s hands are too busy trying to work off Yongguk’s belt.
Yongguk takes the opportunity to shove Himchan up against the stall door and get him out of his clothes, fumbling with buttons long enough that he just tears the shirt open. They’re going to have a hell of a time sneaking out of the hotel to go back home.
“Fuck, could you have worn more fucking clothes,” Himchan snarls, finally getting Yongguk’s pants open and Yongguk laughs, biting down the length of Himchan’s neck. He knows some of them will bruise but he wants them to, wants Himchan to wake up in the morning with a reminder that he’d been fucked witless by Yongguk.
“You want it so bad, huh, Himchan,” he teases, pressing a thigh inbetween Himchan’s legs. He feels the hardness of Himchan’s cock against him and feels the tingles of pleasure course through him. “Such a fucking whore.”
“Fuck you,” Himchan pants, raking his fingers down Yongguk’s back, leaving trails of fire to scorch his skin. Yongguk hisses, loud and unashamed, sinks his teeth into Himchan’s collarbone and bites hard enough that Himchan gasps.
His teeth leave a nice little mark on Himchan’s smooth white skin and Yongguk fucking loves it, takes Himchan’s mouth in his again and tastes the want on his lips. He presses his thigh against Himchan’s cock a little harder, pulling on one of his nipples to earn himself a sharp cry of his name.
“Goddamn fuck me already,” he demands, voice breathless, and Yongguk grins as he pulls Himchan’s belt out, mind forming a rather devilish idea.
“How bad do you want it Himchannie?” Yongguk teases, knows Himchan isn’t nearly desperate enough to start begging yet but he needs time to distract him.
“Holy fuck, do you really think I’ll beg?” Himchan scoffs, giving Yongguk a rough shove. Yongguk doesn’t play nice in return, pushing Himchan into the stall hard enough to hear the ‘oof’ that escapes him.
“You’ll be begging soon enough,” Yongguk growls into his ear, all hot breath and deep, husky voice. Himchan’s voice hitches as he nips at his earlobe, pressing kisses behind his ear and the moan he receives is enough encouragement that Yongguk slides his hand past the waistband of Himchan’s pants. He palms Himchan through the fabric of his boxers, waits to hear the breathy gasp that escapes Himchan before pressing a thumb against the tip of his dick. He’s leaking precum and Yongguk’s tempted to get on his knees to suck him off but he wants to fuck him a lot more.
“How bad do you want it Himchan? Come on, you can tell me,” Yongguk breathes, grinding against Himchan’s leg as he jerks Himchan through his boxers.
“Fuck, fuck, shut the fuck up,” Himchan scowls, eyes squeezed shut tight. His fingers are digging into Yongguk’s shoulders and Yongguk can still feel the silent hiss of the marks he’s left down the stretch of his back.
“I won’t tell, come on, tell me what a filthy little slut you are,” Yongguk purrs, trying to coax Himchan out of his haughty act.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Himchan spits instead, but he whimpers pathetically when Yongguk removes his hand from his cock. He works Himchan’s pants off, thumbs hooking the waistband of his boxers to drag them down too.
Himchan’s cock, leaking and hard, curves into Yongguk’s palm easily but he ghosts over it, pressing a hand against Himchan’s stomach. Himchan cants his hips forward, grinding against Yongguk’s hips. Yongguk sees stars for a fluttering second before he pulls himself together, tells himself it’ll be even better once he has Himchan begging.
He pulls the lubes he carries in the inside pocket of his jacket out and Himchan makes an appreciative little whine in the back of his throat. Yongguk grins, slathering his fingers with the liquid before pressing his index against Himchan’s entrance. He rubs against it for a few seconds before pushing inside, enjoying the way Himchan’s body shuddered at the sensation. Once the single digit had been swallowed to the knuckle, Yongguk pulls out and quickens the pace he fucks Himchan.
“I just wanna make you feel good,” Yongguk tries again. “Don’t you want to get off Himchan? Don’t you want my hot cock inside you, you’d look so pretty moaning my name.”
“Nuh-uh,” Himchan groans, and Yongguk thinks it’s cute how Himchan is still denying what a little slut he is.
“Look at you, always so stubborn, even with your pants around your knees.” Yongguk adds a second finger, curling it just the slightest so he can brush it against Himchan’s prostate. Himchan mewls, clawing at Yongguk and Yongguk smirks, pushing in a third finger. Himchan hisses and Yongguk gives him a second to adjust before he thrusts all three fingers into him.
Himchan pants as Yongguk fucks him, little gasps of Yongguk’s name escaping past his lips. Yongguk kisses him, slow and deliberate enough to distract Himchan so he can pop his fingers out. Himchan whines, loud and pathetic, at the loss but Yongguk only smirks wider.
“You’re being such a bad boy,” Yongguk scolds. “Not listening to me at all.”
“Are you always such a narcissist when you fuck people?” Himchan finally manages, squirming beneath Yongguk.
“Just with haughty cocksluts like you,” Yongguk grins, stepping out of his own pants.
Himchan glares at Yongguk, and Yongguk takes the opportunity to grab both of Himchan’s wrists and wrap the belt around them. Yongguk watches the realisation dawn on his face but he has the belt strapped tight around his wrists and kisses him, rough and a bit sloppy, catches the way Himchan moans.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let your hands go, so come on, tell me what you want. Tell me how bad you want it Himchan, beg for it,” Yongguk murmurs against Himchan’s mouth, hooking Himchan’s arms around his neck.
“Yongguk,” Himchan whines, eyes pleading as Yongguk grinds his hips down, relishing the taste of the friction between them. “Fuck, can you just…”
“Yeah, baby?” Yongguk grins, hitching Himchan up with ease and he moans as his dick rubs against the hardness of Yongguk’s abs.
“Just fuck me,” Himchan pouts, hair clinging to his head in clumps, eyes heavy-lidded and small, pink mouth parted desperately.
“That’s no good, Himchan,” Yongguk sighs, frowning mockingly as he runs a hand slowly down the length of Himchan’s cock. The other man whimpers, eyes a bit glossy now. “Tell me what a whore you are, tell me you love my cock.”
“I, I love your cock,” Himchan pants, struggling over the words. Yongguk can feel his frustration, feels him tugging against the belt wrapped around his hands.
“And?”
“And I’m a little slut for it,” Himchan confesses, biting his lip. “I want it so bad, god, please, please, Yongguk. Just want you to fuck me.”
Yongguk’s grin is partial parts satisfaction and partial parts excitement. He’s painfully hard and he’d like some of his own relief right about now. “Shh, Himchannie’s such a good boy, isn’t he? That wasn’t even so bad.”
He preps his own dick with lube before he presses the head at Himchan’s entrance, watching the expression of relief carefully blossom on Himchan’s features. Kissing him, Yongguk pushes inside, tongue prying into Himchan’s mouth.
Himchan moans, low and guttural, sinking down onto the length of Yongguk’s cock. His lips are swollen and his skin shines underneath a layer of sweat. Yongguk thinks he looks fucking beautiful.
He thrusts into Himchan slowly at first, but quickens his pace once Himchan starts whining for him to go faster. Yongguk likes the way he can lick the sweat off of Himchan’s skin, taste the length of his neck with Himchan’s arms locked in place. He nibbles on Himchan’s ear again, whispers to Himchan how good he looks while being fucked.
“Yong-Yongguk,” Himchan pants breathlessly, as he thrusts faster, trying to angle himself so he hits Himchan’s prostate more often. He likes the way Himchan’s voice cracks when he does, little moans drawing out into broken cries for more more more.
His head is getting dizzier, breath coming in shorter and Yongguk knows he’s going to come soon. He doesn’t have a real pace anymore, thrusts erratic as they slam into Himchan.
“I’m, I’m going to come, oh,” Himchan mewls, chest rising and falling too quickly for Yongguk to even keep up.
“Then come for me,” Yongguk encourages, own voice a bit raw. “Come for me, Himchan. Come like a little whore, with my name on your lips.”
Yongguk doesn’t really have the energy to hold Himchan up with one hand but he tries it anyways, wrapping a hand around Himchan’s aching dick. It takes literally four strokes before Himchan’s cum has coated Yongguk’s entire hand, and then some, Yongguk’s name echoing in the empty washroom.
Yongguk comes seconds later, Himchan squeezing around his dick with his orgasm. He sees white for a split second, biting into Himchan’s shoulder to keep his own cries quiet. There are going to be plenty of marks on Himchan in the morning for him to remember Yongguk by. Yongguk relishes the feel of that reality.
He pulls out of Himchan slowly, too tired to keep them both up and they both hiss at the sensation. Yongguk almost wishes they’d fucked on a bed instead so he could have just rolled over and gone to sleep.
But he smiles at Himchan instead, pressing small kisses against his lips. “You’re a really good boy, Himchannie.”
“Fuck you,” Himchan puffs, too tired to seem even a little intimidating.
Yongguk laughs at his blushing face and kisses him a second time. “Mmm, you just did.”
“Oh my god, just fucking take your stupid belt off of my hands so I can go home. You ruined my fucking shirt, you Neanderthal,” he scowls, hands still hooked around Yongguk’s neck.
“You looked cute, all flustered, begging,” Yongguk teases, a reminder of everything Himchan had confessed to when he’d been too desperate to keep acting like a prissy bitch.
“Shut the fuck up,” Himchan snaps, glaring hatefully at Yongguk, which only makes him grin bigger.
“We should do this again, sometime,” Yongguk leers, removing the belt and Himchan snatches his wrists away, rubbing at the redness around them.
“Yeah, and I’ll fucking tie you up,” Himchan says, pulling his pants up. He doesn’t bother trying to fix his shirt, leaves it mostly open and grabs his jacket from off the floor. Yongguk fixes himself up, watching Himchan.
“Sure, anything for my little whore,” Yongguk smirks, pecking Himchan one last time. Himchan throws a punch at him but misses as Yongguk ducks. He leaves the washroom laughing, utterly pleased.
- i felt like writing filthy porn so i did. :D good life decisions, right?
b.a.p; yongguk/himchan; nc-17; 2500
“you’ll be begging soon enough,” yongguk growls into his ear, all hot breath and deep, husky voice. pwp. model au.
give it up
Yongguk hates black tie affairs and doesn’t quite understand why it’s so terribly important that he attends them. He’s a model, not a show dog. Still, if there’s one thing Yongguk’s learned in this industry, it’s that getting your face out there depends on how many events you attend. Networking, as his agent always tells him.
He smiles, charming and suave as the coordinator for the Seoul Spring/Summer show places a hand on his arm and compliments him on his latest editorial in Vogue Korea. He thanks her, not particularly fond of the memories attached to the shoot.
Working with Kim Himchan was, as per usual, aggravating. Yongguk, in his three years in the industry, had never met someone so snotty and pretentious and stuck up. He’d spent the entirety of the shoot telling himself that the arrogant little smirk on Himchan’s face could easily be punched off but that that was perhaps not the best method of solving his annoyance.
The coordinator leaves, giving him a knowing smile and it’s not like Yongguk doesn’t know he won’t be on the runway a month from now. He's in the prime of his career and if one thing was exceedingly clear, people seemed to love whatever work Yongguk did with Himchan even if it pained him incredibly. He’d already heard Himchan would be at the show; there was no way in hell they wouldn’t have him strutting down the catwalk alongside him.
Something about supressed sexual tension.
The only sexual tension Yongguk had toward Himchan was the sort that would put him in his place.
He spots Himchan before the other sees him and Yongguk has half a mind to ditch the entire event and go home, already bored with the love eyes some of the other attendees were making at him. He chugs the last of his wine, not particularly fond of the beverage before deciding that if the rest of the game was boring, maybe some “supressed sexual tension” should be taken care of.
It’s a matter of seconds, once Yongguk’s chatting with some up and comer, laughing as loud as he can that Himchan spots him. He doesn’t even hide his dismay, sneering a bit in disgust. Yongguk has half a mind to throw his wine glass at him, soil his pretty white shirt.
Himchan makes his way over, flashing smiles to everyone who greets him. He greets Yongguk with a haughty smirk but before he can get one word out, Yongguk leans over to whisper in his ear.
“You’d look really good with that suit on my floor.”
Himchan raises an eyebrow at him, smirk suddenly faltering. “Excuse me?”
Yongguk actually leers, grinning at the shock in Himchan’s eyes. “Oh come on, Himchan. I know you want to fuck me.”
Snorting in disbelief, Himchan nearly turns away from Yongguk but he wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “I’ll show you a good time.”
“You want me that bad, huh?” Himchan whispers, voice dropping low, eyes half-lidded.
“Something like that,” Yongguk replies, licking his lips. Himchan was attractive, Yongguk could give him that much but he had goals. Goals like fucking Himchan against the nearest flat surface. It wasn’t a rumour that Himchan had slept around with half the models he worked with. Yongguk often found himself on the receiving end of hushed stories about how good he was.
Himchan’s eyes flicker as he takes in the crowd at the party before locking eyes with Yongguk. He presses a kiss against the corner of Yongguk’s mouth, smiling. “Meet me at the washroom in two.”
Himchan shoves Yongguk into the washroom stall, slamming the door behind him before pulling him down by the lapels of his suit, crushing their mouths together in a hungry kiss. He bites down on Yongguk’s lips and Yongguk’s head swims, dick half hard and pants far too tight.
“Fuck,” Himchan growls, “Fuck, you think you’re such hot shit, don’t you?”
He rips Yongguk’s bowtie off, before clawing open the rest of his shirt and Yongguk can’t remember the last time he’s wanted to fuck a guy so much. “Hotter than you, you little shit.”
Himchan’s eyes flash and Yongguk smirks, before he swallows any witty little comeback he has. The kiss is all tongue and teeth and Yongguk thinks he may have bitten Himchan too hard at one point but Himchan’s hands are too busy trying to work off Yongguk’s belt.
Yongguk takes the opportunity to shove Himchan up against the stall door and get him out of his clothes, fumbling with buttons long enough that he just tears the shirt open. They’re going to have a hell of a time sneaking out of the hotel to go back home.
“Fuck, could you have worn more fucking clothes,” Himchan snarls, finally getting Yongguk’s pants open and Yongguk laughs, biting down the length of Himchan’s neck. He knows some of them will bruise but he wants them to, wants Himchan to wake up in the morning with a reminder that he’d been fucked witless by Yongguk.
“You want it so bad, huh, Himchan,” he teases, pressing a thigh inbetween Himchan’s legs. He feels the hardness of Himchan’s cock against him and feels the tingles of pleasure course through him. “Such a fucking whore.”
“Fuck you,” Himchan pants, raking his fingers down Yongguk’s back, leaving trails of fire to scorch his skin. Yongguk hisses, loud and unashamed, sinks his teeth into Himchan’s collarbone and bites hard enough that Himchan gasps.
His teeth leave a nice little mark on Himchan’s smooth white skin and Yongguk fucking loves it, takes Himchan’s mouth in his again and tastes the want on his lips. He presses his thigh against Himchan’s cock a little harder, pulling on one of his nipples to earn himself a sharp cry of his name.
“Goddamn fuck me already,” he demands, voice breathless, and Yongguk grins as he pulls Himchan’s belt out, mind forming a rather devilish idea.
“How bad do you want it Himchannie?” Yongguk teases, knows Himchan isn’t nearly desperate enough to start begging yet but he needs time to distract him.
“Holy fuck, do you really think I’ll beg?” Himchan scoffs, giving Yongguk a rough shove. Yongguk doesn’t play nice in return, pushing Himchan into the stall hard enough to hear the ‘oof’ that escapes him.
“You’ll be begging soon enough,” Yongguk growls into his ear, all hot breath and deep, husky voice. Himchan’s voice hitches as he nips at his earlobe, pressing kisses behind his ear and the moan he receives is enough encouragement that Yongguk slides his hand past the waistband of Himchan’s pants. He palms Himchan through the fabric of his boxers, waits to hear the breathy gasp that escapes Himchan before pressing a thumb against the tip of his dick. He’s leaking precum and Yongguk’s tempted to get on his knees to suck him off but he wants to fuck him a lot more.
“How bad do you want it Himchan? Come on, you can tell me,” Yongguk breathes, grinding against Himchan’s leg as he jerks Himchan through his boxers.
“Fuck, fuck, shut the fuck up,” Himchan scowls, eyes squeezed shut tight. His fingers are digging into Yongguk’s shoulders and Yongguk can still feel the silent hiss of the marks he’s left down the stretch of his back.
“I won’t tell, come on, tell me what a filthy little slut you are,” Yongguk purrs, trying to coax Himchan out of his haughty act.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Himchan spits instead, but he whimpers pathetically when Yongguk removes his hand from his cock. He works Himchan’s pants off, thumbs hooking the waistband of his boxers to drag them down too.
Himchan’s cock, leaking and hard, curves into Yongguk’s palm easily but he ghosts over it, pressing a hand against Himchan’s stomach. Himchan cants his hips forward, grinding against Yongguk’s hips. Yongguk sees stars for a fluttering second before he pulls himself together, tells himself it’ll be even better once he has Himchan begging.
He pulls the lubes he carries in the inside pocket of his jacket out and Himchan makes an appreciative little whine in the back of his throat. Yongguk grins, slathering his fingers with the liquid before pressing his index against Himchan’s entrance. He rubs against it for a few seconds before pushing inside, enjoying the way Himchan’s body shuddered at the sensation. Once the single digit had been swallowed to the knuckle, Yongguk pulls out and quickens the pace he fucks Himchan.
“I just wanna make you feel good,” Yongguk tries again. “Don’t you want to get off Himchan? Don’t you want my hot cock inside you, you’d look so pretty moaning my name.”
“Nuh-uh,” Himchan groans, and Yongguk thinks it’s cute how Himchan is still denying what a little slut he is.
“Look at you, always so stubborn, even with your pants around your knees.” Yongguk adds a second finger, curling it just the slightest so he can brush it against Himchan’s prostate. Himchan mewls, clawing at Yongguk and Yongguk smirks, pushing in a third finger. Himchan hisses and Yongguk gives him a second to adjust before he thrusts all three fingers into him.
Himchan pants as Yongguk fucks him, little gasps of Yongguk’s name escaping past his lips. Yongguk kisses him, slow and deliberate enough to distract Himchan so he can pop his fingers out. Himchan whines, loud and pathetic, at the loss but Yongguk only smirks wider.
“You’re being such a bad boy,” Yongguk scolds. “Not listening to me at all.”
“Are you always such a narcissist when you fuck people?” Himchan finally manages, squirming beneath Yongguk.
“Just with haughty cocksluts like you,” Yongguk grins, stepping out of his own pants.
Himchan glares at Yongguk, and Yongguk takes the opportunity to grab both of Himchan’s wrists and wrap the belt around them. Yongguk watches the realisation dawn on his face but he has the belt strapped tight around his wrists and kisses him, rough and a bit sloppy, catches the way Himchan moans.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let your hands go, so come on, tell me what you want. Tell me how bad you want it Himchan, beg for it,” Yongguk murmurs against Himchan’s mouth, hooking Himchan’s arms around his neck.
“Yongguk,” Himchan whines, eyes pleading as Yongguk grinds his hips down, relishing the taste of the friction between them. “Fuck, can you just…”
“Yeah, baby?” Yongguk grins, hitching Himchan up with ease and he moans as his dick rubs against the hardness of Yongguk’s abs.
“Just fuck me,” Himchan pouts, hair clinging to his head in clumps, eyes heavy-lidded and small, pink mouth parted desperately.
“That’s no good, Himchan,” Yongguk sighs, frowning mockingly as he runs a hand slowly down the length of Himchan’s cock. The other man whimpers, eyes a bit glossy now. “Tell me what a whore you are, tell me you love my cock.”
“I, I love your cock,” Himchan pants, struggling over the words. Yongguk can feel his frustration, feels him tugging against the belt wrapped around his hands.
“And?”
“And I’m a little slut for it,” Himchan confesses, biting his lip. “I want it so bad, god, please, please, Yongguk. Just want you to fuck me.”
Yongguk’s grin is partial parts satisfaction and partial parts excitement. He’s painfully hard and he’d like some of his own relief right about now. “Shh, Himchannie’s such a good boy, isn’t he? That wasn’t even so bad.”
He preps his own dick with lube before he presses the head at Himchan’s entrance, watching the expression of relief carefully blossom on Himchan’s features. Kissing him, Yongguk pushes inside, tongue prying into Himchan’s mouth.
Himchan moans, low and guttural, sinking down onto the length of Yongguk’s cock. His lips are swollen and his skin shines underneath a layer of sweat. Yongguk thinks he looks fucking beautiful.
He thrusts into Himchan slowly at first, but quickens his pace once Himchan starts whining for him to go faster. Yongguk likes the way he can lick the sweat off of Himchan’s skin, taste the length of his neck with Himchan’s arms locked in place. He nibbles on Himchan’s ear again, whispers to Himchan how good he looks while being fucked.
“Yong-Yongguk,” Himchan pants breathlessly, as he thrusts faster, trying to angle himself so he hits Himchan’s prostate more often. He likes the way Himchan’s voice cracks when he does, little moans drawing out into broken cries for more more more.
His head is getting dizzier, breath coming in shorter and Yongguk knows he’s going to come soon. He doesn’t have a real pace anymore, thrusts erratic as they slam into Himchan.
“I’m, I’m going to come, oh,” Himchan mewls, chest rising and falling too quickly for Yongguk to even keep up.
“Then come for me,” Yongguk encourages, own voice a bit raw. “Come for me, Himchan. Come like a little whore, with my name on your lips.”
Yongguk doesn’t really have the energy to hold Himchan up with one hand but he tries it anyways, wrapping a hand around Himchan’s aching dick. It takes literally four strokes before Himchan’s cum has coated Yongguk’s entire hand, and then some, Yongguk’s name echoing in the empty washroom.
Yongguk comes seconds later, Himchan squeezing around his dick with his orgasm. He sees white for a split second, biting into Himchan’s shoulder to keep his own cries quiet. There are going to be plenty of marks on Himchan in the morning for him to remember Yongguk by. Yongguk relishes the feel of that reality.
He pulls out of Himchan slowly, too tired to keep them both up and they both hiss at the sensation. Yongguk almost wishes they’d fucked on a bed instead so he could have just rolled over and gone to sleep.
But he smiles at Himchan instead, pressing small kisses against his lips. “You’re a really good boy, Himchannie.”
“Fuck you,” Himchan puffs, too tired to seem even a little intimidating.
Yongguk laughs at his blushing face and kisses him a second time. “Mmm, you just did.”
“Oh my god, just fucking take your stupid belt off of my hands so I can go home. You ruined my fucking shirt, you Neanderthal,” he scowls, hands still hooked around Yongguk’s neck.
“You looked cute, all flustered, begging,” Yongguk teases, a reminder of everything Himchan had confessed to when he’d been too desperate to keep acting like a prissy bitch.
“Shut the fuck up,” Himchan snaps, glaring hatefully at Yongguk, which only makes him grin bigger.
“We should do this again, sometime,” Yongguk leers, removing the belt and Himchan snatches his wrists away, rubbing at the redness around them.
“Yeah, and I’ll fucking tie you up,” Himchan says, pulling his pants up. He doesn’t bother trying to fix his shirt, leaves it mostly open and grabs his jacket from off the floor. Yongguk fixes himself up, watching Himchan.
“Sure, anything for my little whore,” Yongguk smirks, pecking Himchan one last time. Himchan throws a punch at him but misses as Yongguk ducks. He leaves the washroom laughing, utterly pleased.
- i felt like writing filthy porn so i did. :D good life decisions, right?