infinite ; filth
filth
sungyeol/myungsoo ; pg13 ; 840w
it starts with clothes covered in mud
part of my challenge, details can be found over here
“Stripping isn't part of hanging out as friends.”
“Oh, shut up. Just take your clothes off.”
“No.”
“You're covered in mud, dripping wet and most of all your shirt is ripped.”
“Still, I'm not going to strip.”
Myungsoo rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration. He wonders why he asked Sungyeol to hang out with him.
And it wasn't like it was his fault they got into this state. It was Sungyeol who started it; one minute they were casually kicking a ball back and forth, next minute Sungyeol had tackled him and they were rolling around. In the mud. And eventually they had ended up in the small lake, Sungyeol almost drowning him in the meantime.
Fortunately they were close to Myungsoo's home, so they could change into a clean and dry pair of clothes. Because Myungsoo really didn't plan on getting sick.
But once he even mentioned changing into different clothes, Sungyeol had refused and stubbornly sat down on the ground. They argued back and forth, both trying to get their point across, but as always, Myungsoo was winning.
Sungyeol mutters an irritated fine, gets up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He stops after the first two buttons though, looking up at Myungsoo and raising his eyebrow. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around. Can't you see I'm undressing here?”
Myungsoo rolls his eyes. “Sungyeol, we're both guys. Besides, I've seen your body before.”
“That was ages ago! I just...don't want you to look.” Sungyeol knows he shouldn't make a fuss out of this, but he really doesn't want Myungsoo to see his body. It just doesn't feel right.
Sighing, Myungsoo turns around. “Go ahead, I won't look.”
Sungyeol quickly finishes unbuttoning his shirt, but he gets stuck with the last few buttons. He is so busy trying to undo them, that he doesn't notice Myungsoo turning around.
Myungsoo raises an eyebrow in amusement, grinning at Sungyeol's frustrated expression. At that moment Sungyeol looks up and their eyes meet.
“YOU! You said you wouldn't look!”
Myungsoo grins. “I forgot. And I can't believe why you would be embarrassed about me seeing your body.”
Sungyeol just grumbles something in response, throwing his shirt at Myungsoo. He crosses his arms over his chest, a blush rising to his cheeks.
“Alright. Now just undo your pants too, then we can get this clothes clean.” Myungsoo says, lifting his shirt over his head.
Averting his eyes, Sungyeol takes a step back. “I'm not going to take my pants off.”
“Why not?”
“I don't want to.”
“Just do it, Sungyeol.”
“Can't I change inside the bathroom or something?”
“That would take too long and the house would get dirty. So, off with them.”
“No.”
Myungsoo glares at Sungyeol. “Fine, then. Your decision.” Sungyeol gets wide-eyed when Myungsoo strides up to him. “I'll take them off for you.” His hands move to Sungyeol's belt, trying to undo it. But before he can even touch it, Sungyeol grabs his hands and pushes them away. However, Myungsoo is expecting that, so he doesn't waste any time and makes a move again.
They are struggling for a while, Sungyeol pushing Myungsoo away and trying to catch his hands, while Myungsoo is searching for an opening in Sungyeol's defense. Eventually they end up on the ground because Myungsoo has tackled Sungyeol who was trying to run away.
Myungsoo is on top of Sungyeol. “Take them off.”
“I said no!”
Myungsoo has managed to get the belt off and his hands are trying to undo Sungyeol's pants.
“Get off of me!” Sungyeol suddenly gets a burst of energy and pins Myungsoo down. His face is flushed and he's breathing heavily. “Why don't you ever listen to me?”
“Because you're always saying incoherent things.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“Do not.”
And somehow Sungyeol ends on his back once again. Sungyeol struggles some more, but he's too tired and just gives in.
Myungsoo heaves a sigh, leaning in closer. “Can I take your pants off now?”
Sungyeol gulps, fascinated by the way Myungsoo looks up close. “Yeah. Just...wait a bit, okay?”
Myungsoo looks at him confused. “Why?”
Raising his head a little, Sungyeol plants a kiss on Myungsoo's lips. “I've wanted to do that for a while.”
Letting go of Sungyeol's arms, Myungsoo lets himself fall next to Sungyeol. Laughing, he slings his leg over Sungyeol's. “Dork.”
--
When it gets dark, they sit on the veranda. Still in their jeans covered with mud, shirts laying forgotten under a tree.
“You still need to take your pants off.”
“Wow, we've only been together for 2 hours.”
Myungsoo laughs and shakes his head. “You're the one who said it, not me.”
“As if you weren't thinking it.”
“I wasn't.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Really, that's just you and your perverted mind.”
“Oh, shut up.
sungyeol/myungsoo ; pg13 ; 840w
it starts with clothes covered in mud
part of my challenge, details can be found over here
“Stripping isn't part of hanging out as friends.”
“Oh, shut up. Just take your clothes off.”
“No.”
“You're covered in mud, dripping wet and most of all your shirt is ripped.”
“Still, I'm not going to strip.”
Myungsoo rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration. He wonders why he asked Sungyeol to hang out with him.
And it wasn't like it was his fault they got into this state. It was Sungyeol who started it; one minute they were casually kicking a ball back and forth, next minute Sungyeol had tackled him and they were rolling around. In the mud. And eventually they had ended up in the small lake, Sungyeol almost drowning him in the meantime.
Fortunately they were close to Myungsoo's home, so they could change into a clean and dry pair of clothes. Because Myungsoo really didn't plan on getting sick.
But once he even mentioned changing into different clothes, Sungyeol had refused and stubbornly sat down on the ground. They argued back and forth, both trying to get their point across, but as always, Myungsoo was winning.
Sungyeol mutters an irritated fine, gets up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He stops after the first two buttons though, looking up at Myungsoo and raising his eyebrow. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around. Can't you see I'm undressing here?”
Myungsoo rolls his eyes. “Sungyeol, we're both guys. Besides, I've seen your body before.”
“That was ages ago! I just...don't want you to look.” Sungyeol knows he shouldn't make a fuss out of this, but he really doesn't want Myungsoo to see his body. It just doesn't feel right.
Sighing, Myungsoo turns around. “Go ahead, I won't look.”
Sungyeol quickly finishes unbuttoning his shirt, but he gets stuck with the last few buttons. He is so busy trying to undo them, that he doesn't notice Myungsoo turning around.
Myungsoo raises an eyebrow in amusement, grinning at Sungyeol's frustrated expression. At that moment Sungyeol looks up and their eyes meet.
“YOU! You said you wouldn't look!”
Myungsoo grins. “I forgot. And I can't believe why you would be embarrassed about me seeing your body.”
Sungyeol just grumbles something in response, throwing his shirt at Myungsoo. He crosses his arms over his chest, a blush rising to his cheeks.
“Alright. Now just undo your pants too, then we can get this clothes clean.” Myungsoo says, lifting his shirt over his head.
Averting his eyes, Sungyeol takes a step back. “I'm not going to take my pants off.”
“Why not?”
“I don't want to.”
“Just do it, Sungyeol.”
“Can't I change inside the bathroom or something?”
“That would take too long and the house would get dirty. So, off with them.”
“No.”
Myungsoo glares at Sungyeol. “Fine, then. Your decision.” Sungyeol gets wide-eyed when Myungsoo strides up to him. “I'll take them off for you.” His hands move to Sungyeol's belt, trying to undo it. But before he can even touch it, Sungyeol grabs his hands and pushes them away. However, Myungsoo is expecting that, so he doesn't waste any time and makes a move again.
They are struggling for a while, Sungyeol pushing Myungsoo away and trying to catch his hands, while Myungsoo is searching for an opening in Sungyeol's defense. Eventually they end up on the ground because Myungsoo has tackled Sungyeol who was trying to run away.
Myungsoo is on top of Sungyeol. “Take them off.”
“I said no!”
Myungsoo has managed to get the belt off and his hands are trying to undo Sungyeol's pants.
“Get off of me!” Sungyeol suddenly gets a burst of energy and pins Myungsoo down. His face is flushed and he's breathing heavily. “Why don't you ever listen to me?”
“Because you're always saying incoherent things.”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“Do not.”
And somehow Sungyeol ends on his back once again. Sungyeol struggles some more, but he's too tired and just gives in.
Myungsoo heaves a sigh, leaning in closer. “Can I take your pants off now?”
Sungyeol gulps, fascinated by the way Myungsoo looks up close. “Yeah. Just...wait a bit, okay?”
Myungsoo looks at him confused. “Why?”
Raising his head a little, Sungyeol plants a kiss on Myungsoo's lips. “I've wanted to do that for a while.”
Letting go of Sungyeol's arms, Myungsoo lets himself fall next to Sungyeol. Laughing, he slings his leg over Sungyeol's. “Dork.”
--
When it gets dark, they sit on the veranda. Still in their jeans covered with mud, shirts laying forgotten under a tree.
“You still need to take your pants off.”
“Wow, we've only been together for 2 hours.”
Myungsoo laughs and shakes his head. “You're the one who said it, not me.”
“As if you weren't thinking it.”
“I wasn't.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Really, that's just you and your perverted mind.”
“Oh, shut up.