guilty pleasures
guilty pleasures
top/se7en, ~1000, pg 13
this is not a thing he should be doing.
This is not a thing he should be doing.
This is not a thing he should be doing because if anyone catches them, if anyone catches them, it’s not just Dongwook’s career on the line this time. Other times, if he’s needed it so bad he’s willing to risk his career (okay, there's no need for him to be vague: a boy, if he's needed a boy so bad he’s willing to risk his career over the scandal), whatever, that’s his prerogative- but this isn’t just about him this time.
He shouldn’t be doing it because it doesn’t matter if Big Bang’s debuted already, that they’re not his responsibility. He knows they still look up to him. He knows how young and clueless they are, all things considered, even their eldest, and how strong his star power shines. The younger ones- God, the younger ones are still all in their teens. He doesn’t even want to think about what they’d think if they found out. If he'd lose their respect, if he'd make it hard for Seunghyun to work with them-
But he really, really shouldn’t be doing this just because he doesn’t want to fuck with Seunghyun. Growing up in the spotlight is tough- Dongwook knows that lesson well. But heartbreak in the spotlight, that’s unbearable, especially for a teenager. And Seunghyun's young, so young, with a career ahead of him that Dongwook really believes will be amazing. He's young and Seungyun's already an adult, already living on his own, already been around the block in terms of career and life. Seunghyun, Dongwook is pretty sure, still calls his mother once a day. How young he is is written all over his face as he looks at Dongwook, his huge eyes serious and focused and watchful, his skin smooth, his bangs falling down across his eyebrows- Which is why he really should not be letting Seunghyun touch his hips right now, and he really should not be looking into his wide eyes or glancing down to his parted lips, and he definitely should not be standing with his back against a wall and cupping the back of his hoobae’s head and leaning down to kiss him.
But he’s still doing it, apparently.
They’re nearly the same height. Seunghyun’s hands hook through his belt loops and they’re barely doing more than breathing into each other’s mouths, lips and noses brushing. He can feel Seunghyun’s eyelashes on his cheek. It’s unbearable.
He goes in for one real kiss, pulling Seunghyun in by the back of the neck and letting their tongues meet, finally- after all the times he’d let the thought wander through his mind with a hand in his boxers, after all the times he’d been caught staring at Seunghyun’s mouth, they’re finally kissing. Seunghyun lets a soft groan out and then his mouth falls open in a tiny gasp, shocked by his own sound. Dongwook breaks the kiss, tipping his head back to the wall again and letting his gaze flick between Seunghyun’s eyes.
The kid looks stunned, and then slowly starts to look smug.
Dongwook nearly melts.
“This is a terrible idea,” Dongwook says, licking the feel of Seunghyun off his lips. His pulse races, heart in his throat. He feels like a hand is reaching right out of his chest and holding onto the collar of Seungyun’s shirt, holding him close even as his sense of reason tells him to run. He knows it’s the right thing to do, but all those reasons why kissing Seunghyun is a bad idea that he was listing in his head ten seconds ago are fading fast from his mind.
“I’m not a trainee anymore,” Seunghyun mumbles, his smirk still in place as he leans in to speak into Dongwook’s mouth. Smug is a really, really good look for him. It's one Dongwook doesn't nearly see on his often enough.
“It doesn’t matter,” Dongwook murmurs back, sliding his hand up into Seunghyun’s hair. Shit. He wants to grab a handful of it and pound the flirty little dork into his bed. “You’re young.”
Seunghyun doesn’t have an answer for that, even though there’s the obvious answer that he likes that Seunghyun’s young and it makes him feel pretty fucked up. As far as his dick is concerned, that’s a green light, not a red one. But Seunghyun’s quiet. His smile fades.
He can’t meet Dongwook’s eyes, either, although that’s not that unusual. His confidence quickly vanishes. “I just wanted to know if you- Yeah.” He leans forward, burying his face against Dongwook’s neck and nuzzling at it with his mouth; his arms come up from Dongwook’s hips to wrap around his waist in a hug. Suddenly he's a child again, even as his breath against Dongwook's collar keeps Dongwook's pulse raised. Seunghyun's voice is low and resonant when he murmurs, “Don’t leave, sunbae.”
His fucking voice. Dongwook wants to listen to him mutter in his sleep, listen to him talk softly in the mornings when they don’t have a schedule to rush off to, listen to him moan gently into Dongwook’s touch.
“I’m not leaving, TOP,” he answers quietly, stroking his hair and using the stage name he'd given Seunghyun. He dips his head a little, brushing his lips along Seunghyun’s ear with his eyes closed. For a long time, he'd been the only one to call him by that name. Now the world will know.
“I don’t know what I want,” Seunghyun admits, and that’s what Dongwook was worried about. But at least now they’re on the same page- Dongwook’s hand tightens in his hair and tips his head back, kissing him again. If his best reason to not kiss Seunghyun is that he might hurt him, then letting him walk away without letting him know how bad Dongwook wants him would be just as bad. So he kisses him, deeply and properly, one hand tight in his hair and the other slipping around his ribs. The kid’s definitely a virgin; Dongwook’s seen pictures of him ten months ago, definitely virgin material, and it’s not like he’s had time to hook up with anyone since he started training. So he’s definitely kissing a virgin, and he’s kissing a virgin who’s kissing him back and making a soft rumbling sound in his chest like he’s purring and Dongwook is really fucked.
They’re only four years apart. That’s less than the age difference between his parents.
"I want you," Dongwook admits into Seunghyun's mouth.
He can feel the shiver ripple through Seunghyun's body. Seunghyun’s hands unfold, gripping Dongwook’s hips with broad fingers again, and Dongwook is the one that moans this time.
top/se7en, ~1000, pg 13
this is not a thing he should be doing.
This is not a thing he should be doing.
This is not a thing he should be doing because if anyone catches them, if anyone catches them, it’s not just Dongwook’s career on the line this time. Other times, if he’s needed it so bad he’s willing to risk his career (okay, there's no need for him to be vague: a boy, if he's needed a boy so bad he’s willing to risk his career over the scandal), whatever, that’s his prerogative- but this isn’t just about him this time.
He shouldn’t be doing it because it doesn’t matter if Big Bang’s debuted already, that they’re not his responsibility. He knows they still look up to him. He knows how young and clueless they are, all things considered, even their eldest, and how strong his star power shines. The younger ones- God, the younger ones are still all in their teens. He doesn’t even want to think about what they’d think if they found out. If he'd lose their respect, if he'd make it hard for Seunghyun to work with them-
But he really, really shouldn’t be doing this just because he doesn’t want to fuck with Seunghyun. Growing up in the spotlight is tough- Dongwook knows that lesson well. But heartbreak in the spotlight, that’s unbearable, especially for a teenager. And Seunghyun's young, so young, with a career ahead of him that Dongwook really believes will be amazing. He's young and Seungyun's already an adult, already living on his own, already been around the block in terms of career and life. Seunghyun, Dongwook is pretty sure, still calls his mother once a day. How young he is is written all over his face as he looks at Dongwook, his huge eyes serious and focused and watchful, his skin smooth, his bangs falling down across his eyebrows- Which is why he really should not be letting Seunghyun touch his hips right now, and he really should not be looking into his wide eyes or glancing down to his parted lips, and he definitely should not be standing with his back against a wall and cupping the back of his hoobae’s head and leaning down to kiss him.
But he’s still doing it, apparently.
They’re nearly the same height. Seunghyun’s hands hook through his belt loops and they’re barely doing more than breathing into each other’s mouths, lips and noses brushing. He can feel Seunghyun’s eyelashes on his cheek. It’s unbearable.
He goes in for one real kiss, pulling Seunghyun in by the back of the neck and letting their tongues meet, finally- after all the times he’d let the thought wander through his mind with a hand in his boxers, after all the times he’d been caught staring at Seunghyun’s mouth, they’re finally kissing. Seunghyun lets a soft groan out and then his mouth falls open in a tiny gasp, shocked by his own sound. Dongwook breaks the kiss, tipping his head back to the wall again and letting his gaze flick between Seunghyun’s eyes.
The kid looks stunned, and then slowly starts to look smug.
Dongwook nearly melts.
“This is a terrible idea,” Dongwook says, licking the feel of Seunghyun off his lips. His pulse races, heart in his throat. He feels like a hand is reaching right out of his chest and holding onto the collar of Seungyun’s shirt, holding him close even as his sense of reason tells him to run. He knows it’s the right thing to do, but all those reasons why kissing Seunghyun is a bad idea that he was listing in his head ten seconds ago are fading fast from his mind.
“I’m not a trainee anymore,” Seunghyun mumbles, his smirk still in place as he leans in to speak into Dongwook’s mouth. Smug is a really, really good look for him. It's one Dongwook doesn't nearly see on his often enough.
“It doesn’t matter,” Dongwook murmurs back, sliding his hand up into Seunghyun’s hair. Shit. He wants to grab a handful of it and pound the flirty little dork into his bed. “You’re young.”
Seunghyun doesn’t have an answer for that, even though there’s the obvious answer that he likes that Seunghyun’s young and it makes him feel pretty fucked up. As far as his dick is concerned, that’s a green light, not a red one. But Seunghyun’s quiet. His smile fades.
He can’t meet Dongwook’s eyes, either, although that’s not that unusual. His confidence quickly vanishes. “I just wanted to know if you- Yeah.” He leans forward, burying his face against Dongwook’s neck and nuzzling at it with his mouth; his arms come up from Dongwook’s hips to wrap around his waist in a hug. Suddenly he's a child again, even as his breath against Dongwook's collar keeps Dongwook's pulse raised. Seunghyun's voice is low and resonant when he murmurs, “Don’t leave, sunbae.”
His fucking voice. Dongwook wants to listen to him mutter in his sleep, listen to him talk softly in the mornings when they don’t have a schedule to rush off to, listen to him moan gently into Dongwook’s touch.
“I’m not leaving, TOP,” he answers quietly, stroking his hair and using the stage name he'd given Seunghyun. He dips his head a little, brushing his lips along Seunghyun’s ear with his eyes closed. For a long time, he'd been the only one to call him by that name. Now the world will know.
“I don’t know what I want,” Seunghyun admits, and that’s what Dongwook was worried about. But at least now they’re on the same page- Dongwook’s hand tightens in his hair and tips his head back, kissing him again. If his best reason to not kiss Seunghyun is that he might hurt him, then letting him walk away without letting him know how bad Dongwook wants him would be just as bad. So he kisses him, deeply and properly, one hand tight in his hair and the other slipping around his ribs. The kid’s definitely a virgin; Dongwook’s seen pictures of him ten months ago, definitely virgin material, and it’s not like he’s had time to hook up with anyone since he started training. So he’s definitely kissing a virgin, and he’s kissing a virgin who’s kissing him back and making a soft rumbling sound in his chest like he’s purring and Dongwook is really fucked.
They’re only four years apart. That’s less than the age difference between his parents.
"I want you," Dongwook admits into Seunghyun's mouth.
He can feel the shiver ripple through Seunghyun's body. Seunghyun’s hands unfold, gripping Dongwook’s hips with broad fingers again, and Dongwook is the one that moans this time.