And We Stay Forever Young
And We Stay Forever Young
Eunhyuk/Tablo (Hyukjae/Daniel), NC17 (somnophilia), PWP, 939 words
Summary: He wasn't reliving his childhood. Even if he didn't know why for sure, he knew at least this.
A/N: Fic inspired by a Bradley/Colin fic in Merlin RPF fandom (that I'll probably link later when I re-find it). Thank you so very, very, very much to kimjaesica@tumblr for indirectly inspiring me to finish this fic and also for looking it over 8D
The lights from the streets below were dim by the time they reached Daniel’s windows. Gentle movement rocked the darkness in the lower edge of his vision.
He would wake up to this sometimes.
At first, he had worried about being accidentally chewed on or just fucking bitten right off and he thought maybe Hyukjae was a little more fetishized than first impressions seemed.
And maybe it was just a tiny, tiny bit weird.
But to say no, to deny this one thing from someone he loved, Daniel could not do. Could never deprive anything from what was his.
Hyukjae had tucked his head right at the nook in Daniel’s thighs, facing in with Daniel’s cock tucked warm and wet in his mouth. Daniel was half hard at the realization, but bid his cock to soften.
He teased at the chestnut-dyed, sweat-darkened hair plastered along Hyukjae’s temple. It was a picture - Hyukjae stirring but still asleep, nosing at the coarse tufts of hair, sleep-suckling in a gentle rhythm. A stark contrast.
Just a few hours ago, Hyukjae had been panting above him, riding his cock with his hips moving at that angle he absolutely loved. He’d leaned his body over, spreading his legs wider and his kisses all over Daniel's chest and neck and face and ears and everywhere within reach.
Daniel simpered at the memory, wishing Hyukjae’s mouth closer. Like it was possible to be closer than they were at this moment. Hyukjae’s jaw was slack now, leaving just the barest of spaces open for a steady inhale, cooled by perspiration and saliva, followed by a rush of warm breath.
Yes, he woke up to this sometimes. After a night of long, slow fucks and hard release, it became an automatic. A necessity.
They both needed this. Daniel to be secure, inside Hyukjae, and Hyukjae, Daniel soft inside him, to lull him to sleep.
Staying soft, now that was hard to do at the best of times, but being exactly where it wanted to be-well, that was the real challenge.
Slowly though, he settled, relaxing into the safe warmth.
Wet fingers brought him up, a tongue curling around the end of his cock. He felt every little draft and every surge of pulsing blood-
His hips bucked as the tongue - the real tongue stretching from Hyukjae’s lips - pressed just right at the tip of him, causing him to fly upright before he even realized he was awake.
He fell back with a moan as Hyukjae’s thumb rubbed right under the head of his cock, and fingers stroked at his balls. When Hyukjae drew away, Daniel didn’t even have half a mind enough to be embarrassed at the whimper he gave in return. And for naught because Hyukjae latched gentle lips under him, just the right amount of suction to pull him to the brink, but then he stopped, and started, and stopped, all the while leaving small ticklish kisses.
Between the urge to laugh and the urge to thrust his dick and fuck Hyukjae’s mouth, he didn’t have a preference, but he would’ve liked the best of both worlds. He compromised with a crazed chuckle, a heaving breath, and hands threading recklessly through Hyukjae’s hair, trying to coax more from him.
More sucking. More kissing. More of Hyukjae’s lips brushing against more of him.
More hands clenching tighter to his hips and more marks left that would disappear by morning, but stay in his memory, imagining it to last more lifetimes than he believed he’d have.
Hyukjae kept his thumb stroking while his mouth slipped over Daniel’s cock, his cheeks hollowing with the intake of air.
Daniel groaned when Hyukjae leveled himself, unmoving, and waited for that finishing blow, but when it didn’t come, he stared down at those eyes, smiling, and puckered pink lips telling him what needed to be done. And he started thrusting up against Hyukjae’s tongue, fucking into the tight space mixed with fingers until he felt his eyes roll back on their own, hips hitching in time with each ripple of bliss.
It was something comical and intimate to watch Hyukjae walk over to spit out his come in the trash. It was something else to watch him walk back-all knowing, unsure, young and demanding.
His shoulders, straight and rigid, eased at Daniel’s arms reaching out for him, inviting him in. A tentative rubbing of slicked cock at his ass, lubed, like Hyukjae had known this was where it would all lead.
Daniel had Hyukjae enough times to know theirs was a steady and easy relationship. He didn’t like nor dislike a give and take, but he had his reservations and they enjoyed what they could. Despite Hyukjae’s quiet-willed perseverance. And despite his own aggressive tongue-clear, persuasive, and sometimes offensive. It’d been a marvel they’d gotten so far, his tongue now silent and searching as it crossed with Hyukjae’s, tasting every curve and ridge of his palate, reveling in the soft musk of his skin as he burrowed his nose deeper against him. Reveled in the slow press of cock sheathing into him.
It hurt. No matter how slow, it hurt. The angle was wrong, it was too much, not enough lube, too fast, too slow, too hot, too-
Good. Beautiful. Yes. Daniel took and gasped between short, constricted moans. Hyukjae moved tenderly, carefully, lovingly. It hurt, it still hurt like a fucking bitch, but it was good, too. Daniel gathered all his focus on that. The tenderness, the loving. Hyukjae’s eyes gleamed and if Daniel looked up, he would see the sun rising out their window.
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Haha, because I've always had a thing for cock-pacifiers.
Eunhyuk/Tablo (Hyukjae/Daniel), NC17 (somnophilia), PWP, 939 words
Summary: He wasn't reliving his childhood. Even if he didn't know why for sure, he knew at least this.
A/N: Fic inspired by a Bradley/Colin fic in Merlin RPF fandom (that I'll probably link later when I re-find it). Thank you so very, very, very much to kimjaesica@tumblr for indirectly inspiring me to finish this fic and also for looking it over 8D
The lights from the streets below were dim by the time they reached Daniel’s windows. Gentle movement rocked the darkness in the lower edge of his vision.
He would wake up to this sometimes.
At first, he had worried about being accidentally chewed on or just fucking bitten right off and he thought maybe Hyukjae was a little more fetishized than first impressions seemed.
And maybe it was just a tiny, tiny bit weird.
But to say no, to deny this one thing from someone he loved, Daniel could not do. Could never deprive anything from what was his.
Hyukjae had tucked his head right at the nook in Daniel’s thighs, facing in with Daniel’s cock tucked warm and wet in his mouth. Daniel was half hard at the realization, but bid his cock to soften.
He teased at the chestnut-dyed, sweat-darkened hair plastered along Hyukjae’s temple. It was a picture - Hyukjae stirring but still asleep, nosing at the coarse tufts of hair, sleep-suckling in a gentle rhythm. A stark contrast.
Just a few hours ago, Hyukjae had been panting above him, riding his cock with his hips moving at that angle he absolutely loved. He’d leaned his body over, spreading his legs wider and his kisses all over Daniel's chest and neck and face and ears and everywhere within reach.
Daniel simpered at the memory, wishing Hyukjae’s mouth closer. Like it was possible to be closer than they were at this moment. Hyukjae’s jaw was slack now, leaving just the barest of spaces open for a steady inhale, cooled by perspiration and saliva, followed by a rush of warm breath.
Yes, he woke up to this sometimes. After a night of long, slow fucks and hard release, it became an automatic. A necessity.
They both needed this. Daniel to be secure, inside Hyukjae, and Hyukjae, Daniel soft inside him, to lull him to sleep.
Staying soft, now that was hard to do at the best of times, but being exactly where it wanted to be-well, that was the real challenge.
Slowly though, he settled, relaxing into the safe warmth.
Wet fingers brought him up, a tongue curling around the end of his cock. He felt every little draft and every surge of pulsing blood-
His hips bucked as the tongue - the real tongue stretching from Hyukjae’s lips - pressed just right at the tip of him, causing him to fly upright before he even realized he was awake.
He fell back with a moan as Hyukjae’s thumb rubbed right under the head of his cock, and fingers stroked at his balls. When Hyukjae drew away, Daniel didn’t even have half a mind enough to be embarrassed at the whimper he gave in return. And for naught because Hyukjae latched gentle lips under him, just the right amount of suction to pull him to the brink, but then he stopped, and started, and stopped, all the while leaving small ticklish kisses.
Between the urge to laugh and the urge to thrust his dick and fuck Hyukjae’s mouth, he didn’t have a preference, but he would’ve liked the best of both worlds. He compromised with a crazed chuckle, a heaving breath, and hands threading recklessly through Hyukjae’s hair, trying to coax more from him.
More sucking. More kissing. More of Hyukjae’s lips brushing against more of him.
More hands clenching tighter to his hips and more marks left that would disappear by morning, but stay in his memory, imagining it to last more lifetimes than he believed he’d have.
Hyukjae kept his thumb stroking while his mouth slipped over Daniel’s cock, his cheeks hollowing with the intake of air.
Daniel groaned when Hyukjae leveled himself, unmoving, and waited for that finishing blow, but when it didn’t come, he stared down at those eyes, smiling, and puckered pink lips telling him what needed to be done. And he started thrusting up against Hyukjae’s tongue, fucking into the tight space mixed with fingers until he felt his eyes roll back on their own, hips hitching in time with each ripple of bliss.
It was something comical and intimate to watch Hyukjae walk over to spit out his come in the trash. It was something else to watch him walk back-all knowing, unsure, young and demanding.
His shoulders, straight and rigid, eased at Daniel’s arms reaching out for him, inviting him in. A tentative rubbing of slicked cock at his ass, lubed, like Hyukjae had known this was where it would all lead.
Daniel had Hyukjae enough times to know theirs was a steady and easy relationship. He didn’t like nor dislike a give and take, but he had his reservations and they enjoyed what they could. Despite Hyukjae’s quiet-willed perseverance. And despite his own aggressive tongue-clear, persuasive, and sometimes offensive. It’d been a marvel they’d gotten so far, his tongue now silent and searching as it crossed with Hyukjae’s, tasting every curve and ridge of his palate, reveling in the soft musk of his skin as he burrowed his nose deeper against him. Reveled in the slow press of cock sheathing into him.
It hurt. No matter how slow, it hurt. The angle was wrong, it was too much, not enough lube, too fast, too slow, too hot, too-
Good. Beautiful. Yes. Daniel took and gasped between short, constricted moans. Hyukjae moved tenderly, carefully, lovingly. It hurt, it still hurt like a fucking bitch, but it was good, too. Daniel gathered all his focus on that. The tenderness, the loving. Hyukjae’s eyes gleamed and if Daniel looked up, he would see the sun rising out their window.
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Haha, because I've always had a thing for cock-pacifiers.