Ain't It Fun
Title: Ain't It Fun
Author: xLightless
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Summary: It's simply another plane trip back to Seoul. Nothing more. Nothing less.
A/N: So I tried smut again because writer's block decided to hit me as I tried to write one of my other fics. This probably came out slightly better than the last one. Here's to badly written smut.
"Let's go," Daehyun whispers into Youngjae's ear, breath curling and hot against his neck.
"Can't it wait?" Youngjae asks, inching towards the far left of his seat to put as much distance between himself and Daehyun as possible.
"But, Jae," Daehyun whines. His hand lands on Youngjae's thigh, moving upward at a snail's pace. "I'm bored."
"Stop," Youngjae insists, but he doesn't remove Daehyun's hand. In all honesty, he doesn't want Daehyun to stop.
"Jae," Daehyun whispers, his thumb rubbing small circles and brushing the inside of Youngjae's thigh.
Taking a deep breath, Youngjae squirms in his seat, and tries to calm himself down; he ends up trapping Daehyun's hand between his legs. The plane jerks, and Daehyun's hand brushes against Youngjae's crotch. He bites the inside of his cheek to hold back a moan.
"Fine," Daehyun says, removing the hand, and gets up to leave.
Youngjae sighs. He knows it's wrong. There's people, and they could be found out at any given time. There will be consequences and repercussions that will affect not only them but the other members too.
But Youngjae thinks Fuck it, and follows Daehyun into the bathroom. He's hyper-aware of the people he passes by, and he's just glad for the long sweater covering his hard-on. Thank God the other members are in sitting ahead of them.
Youngjae knocks on the bathroom door twice, biting his lip.
"It's occupied," Daehyun responds in accented English.
"Daehyun," Youngjae says, and even he can hear the slight urgency in his voice.
The door swings open, and Daehyun immediately pulls Youngjae inside. Youngjae loves the way Daehyun's eyes shine with lust as he strips Youngjae out of his sweater, loves the desperate need in Daehyun's kiss, loves the way Daehyun's running his hands all over Youngjae.
It's not the first time they've done this before. They're used to the danger, the risk of getting caught, but that doesn't stop Youngjae's heart from hammering in his chest.
Youngjae clamps a hand over his mouth as Daehyun runs his tongue over the bare expanse of pale skin. He squeezes his eyes shut, his other arm circling around Daehyun's neck and raking his fingers through the ends of the other's hair. He needs release because he can actually feel the tension building up, and Daehyun isn't exactly helping.
Daehyun sinks to his knees, bringing Youngjae's pants and briefs down with him, the clothes stuck by his knees. They don't have much time. Daehyun knows he shouldn't waste it. Youngjae shivers as his skin touches the cold bathroom walls. Daehyun's fingers press into the bones on Youngjae's hips, slender and firm. Youngjae glances down at Daehyun, and shivers at the dark look in his eyes.
"You're so hard already," Daehyun whispers, his hot breath brushing against Youngjae's dick, and Youngjae groans quietly.
"Just get on with it," Youngjae demands. "The others will- Oh fuck, D-Dae."
Youngjae's head rolls back, nearly hitting the wall behind him, as Daehyun takes the entirety of Youngjae's dick into his mouth, his tongue swirling and cheeks hollowing. Daehyun hums as he sucks, sending vibrations up Youngjae's spine and hot spikes of pleasure into the pit of his stomach. Daehyun's hands keep Youngjae's hips from moving too much, but Youngjae still manages to thrust enough into his mouth to make him choke.
Daehyun immediately pulls away, glaring, and Youngjae holds back the urge to whimper at the loss of contact. Daehyun stands up, never breaking eye contact with Youngjae, and pulls him into a harsh kiss.
"What the fuck was that?" Daehyun whispers, lips millimeters from Youngjae's own.
"Hurry up," Youngjae responds, adding a growl at the end and scowling at Daehyun.
"Fuck, Jae, you're so hot right now," Daehyun mutters, running his fingers along Youngjae's sides. "Turn around."
Youngjae eagerly complies-at this point, he's eager for anything. It's not the ideal place because the walls are incredibly confining, but they make it work.
Daehyun reaches into his pants pocket behind him, and searches for a small bottle of lube. He coats his fingers, rubbing them to warm it up, and slowly-agonizingly-inserts a single finger into Youngjae. As if on impulse, Youngjae groans, but he bites his lips and lets his head fall forward. It's painful, but it's bearable. The plane suddenly jolts from the turbulence, and Youngjae bites his lips as Daehyun's finger inches inside even more.
"Relax, babe," Daehyun soothes, kissing Youngjae's neck. He inches the finger forward, brings it back, and adds another finger, scissoring them, and this time, Youngjae can't hold back the moan that rips out of his throat.
Daehyun licks his lips as he adds a third finger, and Youngjae turns into a writhing mess, his fingers curling so tightly his knuckles turn white. He's shaking and all he wants to do now is cum, but Daehyun's working too slow, and Youngjae doesn't care if the others are worrying about them because he just needs to cum.
"Daehyun, please," Youngjae begs, not giving a damn about his dignity. "Just fuck me already."
Daehyun blinks as he pauses his movements, but immediately pulls back. He unbuttons his pants, groaning softly at the sudden rush of cold air. He coats his dick with lube, pumping; he almost climaxes, but then remembers that Youngjae is still there in need of release.
"Get a condom," Youngjae utters as Daehyun lines himself up with Youngjae's ass. "I don't want my ass to be leaking the entire way home."
"Fucking- Now you tell me," Daehyun grumbles, reaching behind him again to pull out a condom. He rolls the condom on, lubes it-it takes him longer to pull away this time-and finally gets back to Youngjae. "Anything else?"
"Nah," Youngjae replies, moving his hips towards Daehyun. "Hurry up and fuck me."
Daehyun doesn't hesitate when he buries his dick inside Youngjae; Youngjae jolts, but squeezes his eyes shut and bites down on his lip to hold back a the urge to moan. Daehyun scatters kisses along Youngjae's neck and jaw, trying to distract him from the pain. They stay like that, their hard, inaudible breaths the only sounds coming from them.
"Move, goddamnit," Youngjae eventually whispers.
The pace is slow at first, but Youngjae is demanding and Daehyun likes to comply, and it's not long until Daehyun is pounding into Youngjae with small gasps and moans making their way through his mouth.
Youngjae wants to scream. He wants to touch Daehyun, wants to run his fingers through his hair, wants to kiss him. He's breathing hard, and the mirror is beginning to fog up.
"I-I'm gonna cum," Youngjae gasps. "Dae- Daehyun..."
Daehyun grunts in response, his thrusts growing erratic.
When Youngjae climaxes, he falls head first, blind as he explodes over the edge. He would have fallen to the floor if not for Daehyun holding him up.
When Daehyun climaxes, he presses his face against Youngjae's shoulder to stifle the groan that comes out. He stills, and they wait for their breaths to calm and their heartbeats to level out. They spend a minute in silence, relishing each other's presence. The plane's movements rock them, threatening to lull them asleep.
When Daehyun pulls out, Youngjae winces, but turns around as Daehyun cleans up with the thin toilet paper.
"I can't believe we just did that," Youngjae mutters as he cleans himself up. The bathroom is suddenly too small, too stuffy, and he wants to get out as soon as possible.
"We've done worse," Daehyun replies. He pulls on his clothes, and hands Youngjae his sweater. "That closet in San Francisco was just as bad."
Youngjae pretends to wince. "Stop. You're ruining the mood."
Daehyun laughs and plants a kiss on Youngjae's temple. "Let's go."
Youngjae smiles, pulling Daehyun in for a quick kiss before tugging him out of the bathroom.
Author: xLightless
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Summary: It's simply another plane trip back to Seoul. Nothing more. Nothing less.
A/N: So I tried smut again because writer's block decided to hit me as I tried to write one of my other fics. This probably came out slightly better than the last one. Here's to badly written smut.
"Let's go," Daehyun whispers into Youngjae's ear, breath curling and hot against his neck.
"Can't it wait?" Youngjae asks, inching towards the far left of his seat to put as much distance between himself and Daehyun as possible.
"But, Jae," Daehyun whines. His hand lands on Youngjae's thigh, moving upward at a snail's pace. "I'm bored."
"Stop," Youngjae insists, but he doesn't remove Daehyun's hand. In all honesty, he doesn't want Daehyun to stop.
"Jae," Daehyun whispers, his thumb rubbing small circles and brushing the inside of Youngjae's thigh.
Taking a deep breath, Youngjae squirms in his seat, and tries to calm himself down; he ends up trapping Daehyun's hand between his legs. The plane jerks, and Daehyun's hand brushes against Youngjae's crotch. He bites the inside of his cheek to hold back a moan.
"Fine," Daehyun says, removing the hand, and gets up to leave.
Youngjae sighs. He knows it's wrong. There's people, and they could be found out at any given time. There will be consequences and repercussions that will affect not only them but the other members too.
But Youngjae thinks Fuck it, and follows Daehyun into the bathroom. He's hyper-aware of the people he passes by, and he's just glad for the long sweater covering his hard-on. Thank God the other members are in sitting ahead of them.
Youngjae knocks on the bathroom door twice, biting his lip.
"It's occupied," Daehyun responds in accented English.
"Daehyun," Youngjae says, and even he can hear the slight urgency in his voice.
The door swings open, and Daehyun immediately pulls Youngjae inside. Youngjae loves the way Daehyun's eyes shine with lust as he strips Youngjae out of his sweater, loves the desperate need in Daehyun's kiss, loves the way Daehyun's running his hands all over Youngjae.
It's not the first time they've done this before. They're used to the danger, the risk of getting caught, but that doesn't stop Youngjae's heart from hammering in his chest.
Youngjae clamps a hand over his mouth as Daehyun runs his tongue over the bare expanse of pale skin. He squeezes his eyes shut, his other arm circling around Daehyun's neck and raking his fingers through the ends of the other's hair. He needs release because he can actually feel the tension building up, and Daehyun isn't exactly helping.
Daehyun sinks to his knees, bringing Youngjae's pants and briefs down with him, the clothes stuck by his knees. They don't have much time. Daehyun knows he shouldn't waste it. Youngjae shivers as his skin touches the cold bathroom walls. Daehyun's fingers press into the bones on Youngjae's hips, slender and firm. Youngjae glances down at Daehyun, and shivers at the dark look in his eyes.
"You're so hard already," Daehyun whispers, his hot breath brushing against Youngjae's dick, and Youngjae groans quietly.
"Just get on with it," Youngjae demands. "The others will- Oh fuck, D-Dae."
Youngjae's head rolls back, nearly hitting the wall behind him, as Daehyun takes the entirety of Youngjae's dick into his mouth, his tongue swirling and cheeks hollowing. Daehyun hums as he sucks, sending vibrations up Youngjae's spine and hot spikes of pleasure into the pit of his stomach. Daehyun's hands keep Youngjae's hips from moving too much, but Youngjae still manages to thrust enough into his mouth to make him choke.
Daehyun immediately pulls away, glaring, and Youngjae holds back the urge to whimper at the loss of contact. Daehyun stands up, never breaking eye contact with Youngjae, and pulls him into a harsh kiss.
"What the fuck was that?" Daehyun whispers, lips millimeters from Youngjae's own.
"Hurry up," Youngjae responds, adding a growl at the end and scowling at Daehyun.
"Fuck, Jae, you're so hot right now," Daehyun mutters, running his fingers along Youngjae's sides. "Turn around."
Youngjae eagerly complies-at this point, he's eager for anything. It's not the ideal place because the walls are incredibly confining, but they make it work.
Daehyun reaches into his pants pocket behind him, and searches for a small bottle of lube. He coats his fingers, rubbing them to warm it up, and slowly-agonizingly-inserts a single finger into Youngjae. As if on impulse, Youngjae groans, but he bites his lips and lets his head fall forward. It's painful, but it's bearable. The plane suddenly jolts from the turbulence, and Youngjae bites his lips as Daehyun's finger inches inside even more.
"Relax, babe," Daehyun soothes, kissing Youngjae's neck. He inches the finger forward, brings it back, and adds another finger, scissoring them, and this time, Youngjae can't hold back the moan that rips out of his throat.
Daehyun licks his lips as he adds a third finger, and Youngjae turns into a writhing mess, his fingers curling so tightly his knuckles turn white. He's shaking and all he wants to do now is cum, but Daehyun's working too slow, and Youngjae doesn't care if the others are worrying about them because he just needs to cum.
"Daehyun, please," Youngjae begs, not giving a damn about his dignity. "Just fuck me already."
Daehyun blinks as he pauses his movements, but immediately pulls back. He unbuttons his pants, groaning softly at the sudden rush of cold air. He coats his dick with lube, pumping; he almost climaxes, but then remembers that Youngjae is still there in need of release.
"Get a condom," Youngjae utters as Daehyun lines himself up with Youngjae's ass. "I don't want my ass to be leaking the entire way home."
"Fucking- Now you tell me," Daehyun grumbles, reaching behind him again to pull out a condom. He rolls the condom on, lubes it-it takes him longer to pull away this time-and finally gets back to Youngjae. "Anything else?"
"Nah," Youngjae replies, moving his hips towards Daehyun. "Hurry up and fuck me."
Daehyun doesn't hesitate when he buries his dick inside Youngjae; Youngjae jolts, but squeezes his eyes shut and bites down on his lip to hold back a the urge to moan. Daehyun scatters kisses along Youngjae's neck and jaw, trying to distract him from the pain. They stay like that, their hard, inaudible breaths the only sounds coming from them.
"Move, goddamnit," Youngjae eventually whispers.
The pace is slow at first, but Youngjae is demanding and Daehyun likes to comply, and it's not long until Daehyun is pounding into Youngjae with small gasps and moans making their way through his mouth.
Youngjae wants to scream. He wants to touch Daehyun, wants to run his fingers through his hair, wants to kiss him. He's breathing hard, and the mirror is beginning to fog up.
"I-I'm gonna cum," Youngjae gasps. "Dae- Daehyun..."
Daehyun grunts in response, his thrusts growing erratic.
When Youngjae climaxes, he falls head first, blind as he explodes over the edge. He would have fallen to the floor if not for Daehyun holding him up.
When Daehyun climaxes, he presses his face against Youngjae's shoulder to stifle the groan that comes out. He stills, and they wait for their breaths to calm and their heartbeats to level out. They spend a minute in silence, relishing each other's presence. The plane's movements rock them, threatening to lull them asleep.
When Daehyun pulls out, Youngjae winces, but turns around as Daehyun cleans up with the thin toilet paper.
"I can't believe we just did that," Youngjae mutters as he cleans himself up. The bathroom is suddenly too small, too stuffy, and he wants to get out as soon as possible.
"We've done worse," Daehyun replies. He pulls on his clothes, and hands Youngjae his sweater. "That closet in San Francisco was just as bad."
Youngjae pretends to wince. "Stop. You're ruining the mood."
Daehyun laughs and plants a kiss on Youngjae's temple. "Let's go."
Youngjae smiles, pulling Daehyun in for a quick kiss before tugging him out of the bathroom.