[fic] eat you up.
eat you up.
nc17 - blomi
summary: it just legs and arms and fingers that burn and tablo not caring about anything but getting off. [requested by heythere_hannah.]
it's after two in the morning and there's people and noise everywhere and tablo is more then a little drunk. he's got a thousand and one things to do in public tomorrow, but he still let heechul and jaejoong talk him into clear soju and pink soju and blue soju and other kinds of soju that he thinks now wasn't soju because soju doesn't usually come in a variety of colors.
there have been people in and out of the apartment all night (tablo still isn't sure how he got talked into letting there be a party at his place when it wasn't his party), and even though it's now a lot quieter then before, he can't say that's it really quiet. it's mostly just the super junior guys running around with some of the dong bang skin ki guys and mithra and tukutz being horrible and getting the younger kids to do things they really won't want to remember in the morning and tablo has thrown himself into his bed upstairs, watching the ceiling spin and feeling very good about life, even with all the chaos going on, and maybe even just a little bit horny.
he thinks, it's not need gripping at his throat, it's not romantic desire rolling his stomach, it's something quiet and still and cool in his legs and chest, something as lazy as his hand rubbing himself through the fabric of his jeans and heeling his breath catch just slightly.
it's been a while since he's gotten a chance to just jerk off, to not worry about cd promotions and cd productions and music performances, to just be happily drunk enough to not care about the people that could just look up and see him with his eyes falling closed and his hand on his crotch. tablo laughs softly to himself. maybe he's an exhibitionist and he never knew.
"excuse me, hyung, i was- oh."
tablo opens his eyes and turns his head and there's a face that's not quite familiar halfway up the stairs, eyes widened slightly and mouth parted. tablo admits then that he's really fucking drunk, because he can't bring himself to stop feeling himself up.
"are you looking for something?" the slurred words tablo hears doesn't sound like his own voice.
"i was looking- but it's okay, i can-"
it doesn't sound like tablo's listening to korean, there's something strange and oddly lilting about the words he's hearing that's very familiar, and tablo digs through orange and purple soju and pulls up a name.
"zhoumi." he smiles. proud of himself, his brain. "zhoumi." he presses down on himself a little harder than he meant and he gasps, bites his lip. "oh fuck..."
tablo closes his eyes and feels the sparks dancing through his body and wonders how embarrassed he'll be at himself in the morning if he just jerks off in his pants, and decides that he's drunk enough to not care. he presses down, again and again and he's sure he's moaning as he brings a leg up to press against the bed.
he thinks about the girl two apartments down with amazing breasts and the boy who delivers his jajangmyung with the bright smile and the big hands and he imagines everything at once and imagines hands and mouths on his skin, undoing his pants, pushing up his shirt and somewhere along the way, it's not just imagining, the hand he's jerking his hips into his real and hot and when he remembers how to open his eyes, it's that boy again, it's zhoumi with the big nose and the stuttering korean and fucking hell, he's the hottest thing tablo could've ever imagined right then.
"hyung..." zhoumi slides tablo's jeans off and kisses tablo's stomach, his hips. tablo jarringly pushes himself up on his elbows (the room spins quietly) and he feels his eyes fall out of his head and zhoumi smiles and lowers his head and his mouth touches the head of tablo's cock and makes the slowest, tightest trip down tablo's ever felt.
"oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-" tablo clenches at the bed sheet underneath him and tries not to jerk up, tries really really really hard, but he really can't control himself and he pushes himself up further to grab at zhoumi's dark dark dark hair and push his hips up and everything just burns hotter because zhoumi smiles up at him and tablo's cock just slides smoothly to the back of his throat and his mouth tightens and releases, tightens and releases and tablo falls back down to the bed and cusses and comes.
"shit shit fuck fuck zhoumi fucking oh my god shit-"
tablo stares up at the ceiling again and it's spinning again and he's warm and sleepy and he's afraid to look down at his lap because he really hopes that he wasn't just imagining and that zhoumi and zhoumi's mouth are still don there.
"hyung, are you okay?"
tablo laughs. "i love you, okay? right now, at least. i'm not sure about tomorrow, but i really fucking love you right now." he rolls over and pushes himself up and zhoumi's standing beside his bed looking frightened and excited, all at once. tablo pats the bed beside him. "come sit. i think i talked in english before, but that's okay. come here."
zhoumi sits carefully, as is ready to run at any moment, but his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is wet and red and he's trying to hide his hard on with his hands.
tablo isn't quite sure if he's drunk anymore, but he'll just say that he is, just in case everything turns horribly bad, and because he's drunk, he's not going to think anything of falling to his knees in front of zhoumi and undoing his jeans.
"hyung, what are you -oh oh oh-"
tablo's done this exactly twice in his life, drunk with guys that were also drunk, so he doesn't remember the feel of soft skin on his tongue, the slight scent of sweat and something sweet (it must be zhoumi), but it's familiar. he glances up and zhoumi has his hands over his mouth, holding back moans and sighs and gasps.
tablo doesn't like the quiet, the stillness, and he runs his tongue down and reaches up and pries zhoumi's hands away from his mouth and brings them down into tablo's hair. when tablo looks up again, zhoumi's biting so hard on his lip that tablo's surprised there isn't blood. tablo rolls his eyes and runs his teeth care slowly over zhoumi's skin and there it is a soft gasp and a drawn-out moan.
tablo's head is starting to spin, his jaw is starting to hurt, his knees do hurt. he's sure he's not drunk anymore, he can't even pretend, but there's something so amazingly wicked about the fact that he's giving a boy he barely speaks to a blowjob in the middle of a party where anyone can see them that he doesn't care.
zhoumi's fingers tighten in his hair (there's the small pain of hairs being yanked out) and tablo looks up to catch zhoumi's wide eyes and his whispered "hyung-" before zhoumi's shuddering and coming and tablo can't make up his mind whether he likes the taste filling his mouth or not, but he swallows what he can and oh fucking god, he can feel some slipping out the corners out his mouth and that's so horribly bad american porn-
he's pulled up slightly and zhoumi's sliding off the bed and his tongue is running over tablo's cheeks and his chin and over his lips before they're kissing. everything is soju and something else that's sticky sour and sweet that he realizes is him and zhoumi all at once and it's weird but it's also addicting and zhoumi's crawling into his lap and yanking at tablo's hair again and tablo's running his hands over zhoumi's ass and-
"oh my god, he got to zhoumi first!"
tablo jerks and zhoumi jerks and heechul and jaejoong are standing together on the landing of the stairs, wide-eyed.
"that's not fair." tablo's never heard jaejoong whine before, and it's scary.
heechul is indignant and miffed and he huffs. "really hyung, as if it's not bad enough that all the new boys are in love with you, now you're actually taking advantage of the fact? thanks a lot." he rolls his eyes and huffs again and grabs jaejoong by the hand and the two disappear back down the stairs.
tablo isn't sure what's happening, and he doesn’t think it has anything to do with the fact that while he's not really drunk anymore, he's not exactly sober. he thinks about it for just a second more- then decides it's not worth it, not right then. he tunes back to zhoumi, who's frozen solid with his mouth hanging open. tablo takes a second to take him in, the pale pale skin of his throat over his blue t-shirt, the pale pale skin of his hips and thighs and legs (his pants black jeans on the floor next to them), and everything about him is so pale pale. tablo can't help but reach out and un a hand over zhoumi's thigh and zhoumi comes back to life, giving tablo the same wide-eyed look he hard earlier and trying to pull himself off of tablo's lap, but tablo holds him close and still, runs his hand across the inside of zhoumi's thigh and zhoumi shivers.
"stay."
the music from downstairs is as loud as ever, the people laughing and talking are as loud as before, everything seems like a dream quickly come and gone.
zhoumi hesitates, eyes bright with something tablo doesn't have in himself at the moment to try to decipher.
"stay."
zhoumi relaxes with a little sigh and something quick in chinese. tablo shakes his head. "it's ridiculous how hot you are." zhoumi laughs for the first time and rests his head on tablo's shoulder and tablo grins at himself because the moment is cute and sweet and romantic but he's hard again and all he can think about is zhoumi's pale pale thighs, so he laughs with zhoumi and kisses the corner of his mouth and even though he can hear glass breaking downstairs, he wouldn’t move away zhoumi’s mouth on the skin of his shoulder for anything.
note: if this does not agree with you in any way, blame hannah. :D AND HOORAY FOR THE BEST NAMESQUISH EVER.
nc17 - blomi
summary: it just legs and arms and fingers that burn and tablo not caring about anything but getting off. [requested by heythere_hannah.]
it's after two in the morning and there's people and noise everywhere and tablo is more then a little drunk. he's got a thousand and one things to do in public tomorrow, but he still let heechul and jaejoong talk him into clear soju and pink soju and blue soju and other kinds of soju that he thinks now wasn't soju because soju doesn't usually come in a variety of colors.
there have been people in and out of the apartment all night (tablo still isn't sure how he got talked into letting there be a party at his place when it wasn't his party), and even though it's now a lot quieter then before, he can't say that's it really quiet. it's mostly just the super junior guys running around with some of the dong bang skin ki guys and mithra and tukutz being horrible and getting the younger kids to do things they really won't want to remember in the morning and tablo has thrown himself into his bed upstairs, watching the ceiling spin and feeling very good about life, even with all the chaos going on, and maybe even just a little bit horny.
he thinks, it's not need gripping at his throat, it's not romantic desire rolling his stomach, it's something quiet and still and cool in his legs and chest, something as lazy as his hand rubbing himself through the fabric of his jeans and heeling his breath catch just slightly.
it's been a while since he's gotten a chance to just jerk off, to not worry about cd promotions and cd productions and music performances, to just be happily drunk enough to not care about the people that could just look up and see him with his eyes falling closed and his hand on his crotch. tablo laughs softly to himself. maybe he's an exhibitionist and he never knew.
"excuse me, hyung, i was- oh."
tablo opens his eyes and turns his head and there's a face that's not quite familiar halfway up the stairs, eyes widened slightly and mouth parted. tablo admits then that he's really fucking drunk, because he can't bring himself to stop feeling himself up.
"are you looking for something?" the slurred words tablo hears doesn't sound like his own voice.
"i was looking- but it's okay, i can-"
it doesn't sound like tablo's listening to korean, there's something strange and oddly lilting about the words he's hearing that's very familiar, and tablo digs through orange and purple soju and pulls up a name.
"zhoumi." he smiles. proud of himself, his brain. "zhoumi." he presses down on himself a little harder than he meant and he gasps, bites his lip. "oh fuck..."
tablo closes his eyes and feels the sparks dancing through his body and wonders how embarrassed he'll be at himself in the morning if he just jerks off in his pants, and decides that he's drunk enough to not care. he presses down, again and again and he's sure he's moaning as he brings a leg up to press against the bed.
he thinks about the girl two apartments down with amazing breasts and the boy who delivers his jajangmyung with the bright smile and the big hands and he imagines everything at once and imagines hands and mouths on his skin, undoing his pants, pushing up his shirt and somewhere along the way, it's not just imagining, the hand he's jerking his hips into his real and hot and when he remembers how to open his eyes, it's that boy again, it's zhoumi with the big nose and the stuttering korean and fucking hell, he's the hottest thing tablo could've ever imagined right then.
"hyung..." zhoumi slides tablo's jeans off and kisses tablo's stomach, his hips. tablo jarringly pushes himself up on his elbows (the room spins quietly) and he feels his eyes fall out of his head and zhoumi smiles and lowers his head and his mouth touches the head of tablo's cock and makes the slowest, tightest trip down tablo's ever felt.
"oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-" tablo clenches at the bed sheet underneath him and tries not to jerk up, tries really really really hard, but he really can't control himself and he pushes himself up further to grab at zhoumi's dark dark dark hair and push his hips up and everything just burns hotter because zhoumi smiles up at him and tablo's cock just slides smoothly to the back of his throat and his mouth tightens and releases, tightens and releases and tablo falls back down to the bed and cusses and comes.
"shit shit fuck fuck zhoumi fucking oh my god shit-"
tablo stares up at the ceiling again and it's spinning again and he's warm and sleepy and he's afraid to look down at his lap because he really hopes that he wasn't just imagining and that zhoumi and zhoumi's mouth are still don there.
"hyung, are you okay?"
tablo laughs. "i love you, okay? right now, at least. i'm not sure about tomorrow, but i really fucking love you right now." he rolls over and pushes himself up and zhoumi's standing beside his bed looking frightened and excited, all at once. tablo pats the bed beside him. "come sit. i think i talked in english before, but that's okay. come here."
zhoumi sits carefully, as is ready to run at any moment, but his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is wet and red and he's trying to hide his hard on with his hands.
tablo isn't quite sure if he's drunk anymore, but he'll just say that he is, just in case everything turns horribly bad, and because he's drunk, he's not going to think anything of falling to his knees in front of zhoumi and undoing his jeans.
"hyung, what are you -oh oh oh-"
tablo's done this exactly twice in his life, drunk with guys that were also drunk, so he doesn't remember the feel of soft skin on his tongue, the slight scent of sweat and something sweet (it must be zhoumi), but it's familiar. he glances up and zhoumi has his hands over his mouth, holding back moans and sighs and gasps.
tablo doesn't like the quiet, the stillness, and he runs his tongue down and reaches up and pries zhoumi's hands away from his mouth and brings them down into tablo's hair. when tablo looks up again, zhoumi's biting so hard on his lip that tablo's surprised there isn't blood. tablo rolls his eyes and runs his teeth care slowly over zhoumi's skin and there it is a soft gasp and a drawn-out moan.
tablo's head is starting to spin, his jaw is starting to hurt, his knees do hurt. he's sure he's not drunk anymore, he can't even pretend, but there's something so amazingly wicked about the fact that he's giving a boy he barely speaks to a blowjob in the middle of a party where anyone can see them that he doesn't care.
zhoumi's fingers tighten in his hair (there's the small pain of hairs being yanked out) and tablo looks up to catch zhoumi's wide eyes and his whispered "hyung-" before zhoumi's shuddering and coming and tablo can't make up his mind whether he likes the taste filling his mouth or not, but he swallows what he can and oh fucking god, he can feel some slipping out the corners out his mouth and that's so horribly bad american porn-
he's pulled up slightly and zhoumi's sliding off the bed and his tongue is running over tablo's cheeks and his chin and over his lips before they're kissing. everything is soju and something else that's sticky sour and sweet that he realizes is him and zhoumi all at once and it's weird but it's also addicting and zhoumi's crawling into his lap and yanking at tablo's hair again and tablo's running his hands over zhoumi's ass and-
"oh my god, he got to zhoumi first!"
tablo jerks and zhoumi jerks and heechul and jaejoong are standing together on the landing of the stairs, wide-eyed.
"that's not fair." tablo's never heard jaejoong whine before, and it's scary.
heechul is indignant and miffed and he huffs. "really hyung, as if it's not bad enough that all the new boys are in love with you, now you're actually taking advantage of the fact? thanks a lot." he rolls his eyes and huffs again and grabs jaejoong by the hand and the two disappear back down the stairs.
tablo isn't sure what's happening, and he doesn’t think it has anything to do with the fact that while he's not really drunk anymore, he's not exactly sober. he thinks about it for just a second more- then decides it's not worth it, not right then. he tunes back to zhoumi, who's frozen solid with his mouth hanging open. tablo takes a second to take him in, the pale pale skin of his throat over his blue t-shirt, the pale pale skin of his hips and thighs and legs (his pants black jeans on the floor next to them), and everything about him is so pale pale. tablo can't help but reach out and un a hand over zhoumi's thigh and zhoumi comes back to life, giving tablo the same wide-eyed look he hard earlier and trying to pull himself off of tablo's lap, but tablo holds him close and still, runs his hand across the inside of zhoumi's thigh and zhoumi shivers.
"stay."
the music from downstairs is as loud as ever, the people laughing and talking are as loud as before, everything seems like a dream quickly come and gone.
zhoumi hesitates, eyes bright with something tablo doesn't have in himself at the moment to try to decipher.
"stay."
zhoumi relaxes with a little sigh and something quick in chinese. tablo shakes his head. "it's ridiculous how hot you are." zhoumi laughs for the first time and rests his head on tablo's shoulder and tablo grins at himself because the moment is cute and sweet and romantic but he's hard again and all he can think about is zhoumi's pale pale thighs, so he laughs with zhoumi and kisses the corner of his mouth and even though he can hear glass breaking downstairs, he wouldn’t move away zhoumi’s mouth on the skin of his shoulder for anything.
note: if this does not agree with you in any way, blame hannah. :D AND HOORAY FOR THE BEST NAMESQUISH EVER.