Of Awkward Situations and Solving Them
Title: Of Awkward Situations and Solving Them
Rating: R
Pairing: Baro / Sandeul
Warnings: Handjobs
Genre: Fluff, romance, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own B1A4.
Cha Sunwoo has a problem.
But to understand it completely, you'll need to know some things about him.
Sunwoo is a fine young man, not going to lie. He's smart, funny, a nice guy that everyone likes. He's on his third year in high school, and is going to apply to college next year and major in music. A fairly tall, muscular boy with bright eyes and unruly hair dyed blond. But these are all irrelevant things, the main point here is that Sunwoo, the lucky bastard, has a boyfriend. An extremely wonderful one, too.
Lee Junghwan goes to the same high school, lives in the same dorm building - they go to an all-boys school, you see -, listens to the same music as Sunwoo, and is generally just very lovely. A pretty thing with a pouty mouth and a happy smile, twinkling eyes, older than Sunwoo by half a year. Junghwan has the voice of an angel, too. Sunwoo is sure he'll debut as an idol someday. They'd like to debut together, as a vocalist and a rapper. It would be wonderful.
Sunwoo and Junghwan also have roommates, but that's not exactly relevant since Chansik and Jinyoung are kicked out of their dorm rooms in turns when Sunwoo and Junghwan want to spend time alone. Nowadays Jinyoung doesn't even need to be told to kindly drag his butt somewhere else, since he usually knows that it's time to pack up and go to help Chansik with his English homework when Junghwan and Sunwoo enter the dorm room with hushed giggles and stumbling steps.
Now that you know about Junghwan, we'll talk about Sunwoo's problem.
See, Sunwoo is... A boy. Well, you most likely figured that out already. He's a young man. A healthy young man. And no matter how hormonal and wild teenage boys are supposed to be, Sunwoo is a gentleman. Obviously this means he's cripplingly shy and completely smitten with his boyfriend and doesn't know exactly how to deal with the perfection that is Lee Junghwan.
Junghwan and Sunwoo haven't exactly... Gone too far with their relationship. They've been dating for two months now, and Sunwoo can tell you that Junghwan is a wonderful kisser and the perfect size to be held and his palms fit just right on Junghwan's hips. All of this will of course be told in a dreamy voice with a far-gone look because, well, Sunwoo is smitten. It's disgusting, really. At least in Chansik's opinion.
Anyway, Sunwoo can't tell you how Junghwan looks, well... Naked. Or, you know. Excited. What is being said here, is that they haven't had sex. To be honest, they haven't gone further than kissing, a little touching on top of and under clothes, and slight nibbling along necks and collarbones.
The problem is, Sunwoo has started getting rather excited during these daily occurrences. He's not exactly innocent, having watched his fair share of porn and so on, the normal boy stuff, but these, well, unwanted boners have really started annoying him. Junghwan is an angel. A lovely, pure being, and Sunwoo has no intentions of corrupting him. Also, what if he tries to initiate something and fucks up and oh god oh god oh god- (these had been the exact words he had used when trying to talk about this problem of his to Dongwoo, an upperclassman who had helped him with his Junghwan issues before. Dongwoo had suggested he ”fucks Junghwan up instead” and laughed. Sunwoo had found this very rude and given him the silent treatment. For five whole minutes.)
Well, to put everything short, Sunwoo is bothered about getting boners while making out with his boyfriend. It's not like he thinks Junghwan knows nothing about sex and such, but he wants their first time to be special. He's romantic like that. (Dongwoo had snorted when hearing this. Minyoung had been kind enough to whack him on the head with a book and announce that romantic boys are wonderful and Dongwoo is a dick.)
The last time this happened, he had to stop kissing Junghwan and pretend he forgot the stove on, just to return eight minutes later to a very confused and pouty Junghwan asking why turning the stove off took so much time. He had simply shrugged and explained that he got lost because of his head being in the clouds before attacking Junghwan with snuggles and countless small pecks.
But right now, Sunwoo has no time to think about over-excited dicks or Dongwoo's mean laughs. Nope, there are much more important matters to be taken care of. Like the fact that Junghwan is right behind him, holding his hand as they run towards his dorm room, giggling silently.
Sunwoo fiddles with the lock for a moment - it's hard to concentrate on locks when Junghwan's arm is wrapping itself around his waist and his lips are nibbling on his shoulder and damn - and kicks the door open when the key finally turns, and then they're stumbling in, and Sunwoo is more than happy to notice that Chansik has been smart enough to get out before they got in.
Then every coherent thought flies out of his head because Junghwan's palms are open against his chest and his back hits the wall and wow Junghwan has a perfect mouth. Sunwoo's arms wrap around Junghwan's waist, pulling him closer until there's no space between them. It feels amazing, really, kissing someone you hold so dear and feeling them cup your cheeks and kiss you back eagerly.
Sunwoo nibbles on Junghwan's lower lip, smiles as the older boy gasps softly. He soothes the now slightly swollen spot with his tongue, fingertips slipping under the school uniform blazer and scraping gently, wanting to get under fabric, to touch soft heated skin. Junghwan dives in to kiss him again, letting go of his cheeks and shrugging his blazer off, then moving to push Sunwoo's off his shoulders. Sunwoo moves forward from the wall, drops his arms so Junghwan can tug the stupid dark blue jacket off him. It drops to the floor and is kicked aside, as soft hums and sighs fill the room.
Sunwoo starts to walk Junghwan backwards to the bed, while unbuttoning his dress shirt with determined fingers. Junghwan chuckles, bites down on Sunwoo's lip, and thrusts his tongue inside the younger's mouth when a surprised gasp allows it, while starting to pop the buttons on his shirt with quick fingers. Their shirts drop to the floor almost simultaneously - they almost trip, but it's okay - and then Sunwoo has to stop in his tracks because fuck, Junghwan is wearing a wifebeater. Junghwan doesn't wear wifebeaters. Junghwan wears t-shirts under his uniform. Not wifebeaters.
Sunwoo glances at his boyfriend's face, and finds himself staring at the faint blush coloring the older boy's cheeks. Still, Junghwan stares back into his eyes, stubborn as always. He chuckles. Smoothing his hands over the soft planes of Junghwan's biceps he sends both of them tumbling down to the bed, legs tangling, Junghwan's arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer.
Sunwoo is surprised about how eager Junghwan is. The boy is sighing into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair and tugging slightly, body moving under the touches he presses into his skin, on his biceps, on his sides under his shirt, on his back, on his hips. Sunwoo can't stop touching Junghwan - can't keep his hands off the lithe, slender body under his own, and he archs his neck as Junghwan disconnects their mouths and starts trailing his lips down the expanse of his throat, mouthing along the way.
Sunwoo's fingers dig into Junghwan's hips as his breathing grows heavier. The lips on his collarbones feel amazing, the fingers in his hair keep his head slightly tilted back, and it's rougher than usually, hotter, and Sunwoo can feel his trousers getting too hot for him to wear. He should stop now, should run out of the room, but he can't move, can't bring himself to escape this amazing feeling.
Then Junghwan's leg is hiking up against Sunwoo's thigh, slowly, carefully, but Sunwoo doesn't want to be careful. His head feels hot and dazed and he grabs Junghwan's thigh, digs his fingers desperately into it as he holds on to the soft flesh. Junghwan's body jerks at this, clearly surprised by the sudden roughness, and his other thigh presses briefly against Sunwoo's crotch and then he does it, the last fucking thing - Sunwoo opens his mouth and moans.
Everything freezes, and it's a few terrible seconds of Junghwan's mouth and Sunwoo's breathing both stopping, Junghwan's eyes coming up to stare at Sunwoo's face, wide and bright, before Sunwoo stumbles off the bed and bolts in from the nearest door: the bathroom.
He slams the door, clicks the lock shut, and stops to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He can hear rustling from the other side - Junghwan is most likely getting up now, getting his shirt and blazer from the floor and exiting the room. Sunwoo grunts and drops to the floor, pulling at his hair. How could he be so stupid? There went two months of dating, and seven of harboring a desperate crush and gathering courage to confess, all in vein. Just because he couldn't control his damn hormones and his stupid dick.
He sighs, and leans against the wall. He really likes Junghwan, too - actually, he thinks he's slowly falling in love with the boy. It's too bad everything has to end because of his sex drive acting up-
”Sunwoo?” there's a knock on the door, and a gentle voice calling from outside the door. Sunwoo lifts his head, surprised, and listens. ”Sunwoo? Jagiya?” His face heats up with the petname (as always). ”What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, please come out and tell me. I don't want to be a bad boyfriend, please tell me what I did wrong, I promise I'll fix it.”
Sunwoo scrambles up from the floor and presses his hands against the door, barks ”no!”. He sighs. How is he supposed to explain this to Junghwan? Tell him the truth, says a little voice in his head, and he thinks it's good to listen to it now. He rarely does, to be honest.
”You did nothing wrong, Junghwanie” he starts, his throat closing around the words. What if Junghwan leaves him? He feels like crying already. ”It's- it's not you. It's me. You did nothing. You're perfect.”
”I don't understand. You did nothing wrong. Please come out, Sunwoo? I want to talk.” Junghwan is pleading now, and Sunwoo can imagine his mouth, lower lip worried between his teeth, his eyes, wide and bright, brow furrowed in worry and fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He sighs, and decides to face his humiliating fate.
The lock clicks open, and he can see Junghwan's worried expression softening into a relieved one as he peeks from the bathroom. ”I'm sorry” he mutters, and eyes the floor. ”Hey” he feels Junghwan's fingers on his cheek, and looks up reluctantly as the boy lifts his chin. ”What's going on? You've been really strange for a few days. Is it something I do? You can tell me. I won't do it anymore. I want you to... Uh, you know... Enjoy the stuff we do.” Junghwan's words turn into an embarrassed mumble, and Sunwoo can't help chuckling. Not his fault his boyfriend is the most adorable thing in the world, really.
”It's nothing you do, Junghwanie, please believe me” he tries, and bites his lip. ”It's, uh, it's all me. I really enjoy everything we do. You're perfect. Everything you do is perfect. It's just that... I kind of like it a little too much, I guess.”
Junghwan's eyes widen slightly, and he tilts his head in a confused manner. Sunwoo wants to tell him to stop being so cute and kiss the daylights out of him, but he figures now is not the time for that. Instead, he sighs, and opens the door. ”Please don't think I'm a terrible pervert.”
Junghwan looks even more confused for a moment, until his eyes travel downward and settle on the rather obscene bulge in front of Sunwoo's trousers. There's silence for a second - feels like a year to Sunwoo, though - before Junghwan squeaks out a small ”oh”. Sunwoo looks at the floor, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by the floor and be left alone to wallow in his shame and misery.
”I, uh... I'm glad.”
Sunwoo lifts his head, eyes wide and disbelieving. Glad? How can he be glad? What's there to be glad of? Junghwan gives a shy smile. ”That I'm not the only one, you know.” And only now does Sunwoo notice that Junghwan has his hands folded in front of his crotch. He archs an eyebrow, and Junghwan blushes a bright shade of pink.
Sunwoo can't help gulping as Junghwan removes his hands, and reveals a matching bulge straining his trousers. The boy has his lip caught between his teeth again, red to the neck, wifebeater revealing his collarbones and fuck fuck fuck fuck. Sunwoo tries to breathe, tries to take a deep breath, but it's hard when Junghwan looks so sexy and God he doesn't know where to look, where not to look, how to breathe, how to be.
”J-Junghwan, I don't- ” he tries, tries desperately to say something, but gets shut up by a slender finger pressing against his mouth. Junghwan smiles at him, a shy smile, but there's something in the look of his eyes and the tense posture of his shoulders that make Sunwoo anxious. ”Shh” he whispers, and wraps long fingers around Sunwoo's trembling wrist. Sunwoo lets himself be pulled closer, lets himself be walked back to the bed. As Junghwan's arms come up to wrap around his neck he clings to his boyfriend's hips for dear life, squeezes the prominent bones under his hands, tries to stay calm but it's hard because Junghwan is perfect and this is all new and exciting and he's all hot and shaky and Junghwan is so, so perfect.
”Just... Let me” Junghwan whispers, breath ghosting over Sunwoo's mouth before the distance is gone and they're kissing, soft and slow and tentative, and Junghwan is pulling Sunwoo on top of him to the bed.
Sunwoo props himself up on one elbow, mouth moving against Junghwan's, gaining courage again as things feel normal and safe, and the kiss turns hasty with a hint of desperation, Junghwan's mouth sighing and gasping appreciatively into Sunwoo's mouth as his fingers trail down. The younger male's breath hitches as he feels fingers working the button on his trousers open. For a fleeting second he considers stopping, considers running away before things go too far, but then Junghwan lets out a small whine and his head is empty again. There's no way he could run away. Not from this situation. Not from Junghwan.
Sunwoo follows Junghwan's lead, one hand's fingers coming down to work his button open, shaky and unsure. He can't help sighing into the older boy's mouth as the fly comes down and the pressure on his cock is relieved. Junghwan's hands come to help him, to work the button open and fly down, and he tries to push his trousers down but Sunwoo isn't having any of that, instead slapping the hands away. He wants to do this - wants to undress his boyfriend himself, wants to feel the fabric slide off his skin.
Junghwan lets out a soft ”ah” as he lifts his hips and lets Sunwoo push the trousers off his hips, over his butt, down his thighs, until he can kick them away easily. He returns the favor, and soon both of their trousers are on the floor, leaving them clad only in their underwear and tanktops, and in Sunwoo's case an open button up.
The kiss slows down and breaks, and they stare into each other's eyes, panting against each other's mouths. Junghwan exhales a shuddery breath and reaches down to brush his hand against Sunwoo's crotch. Sunwoo answers to the touch with a pathetic, strangled whimper, and a hesitating touch to Junghwan's cock.
The open, soft moan that leaves Junghwan's lips triggers something. Sunwoo's arm wraps around his waist as their lips crash together, and fingers start moving, gaining courage with irregular strokes against heated, wetting fabric.
Surprisingly, Sunwoo is the first one to initiate the next step, slipping his hand inside the slit on Junghwan's boxers. He doesn't bother being careful - it's not exactly a relevant word at the moment - and wraps his fingers around Junghwan's cock, giving it a light squeeze.
Junghwan answers by throwing his head back, hips bucking into Sunwoo's hand as a strangled whine leaves his throat. He wastes no time slipping his hand inside Sunwoo's boxers, and the blond lets out a loud moan, tightening his grip around the cock in his hand. They don't stop, but start moving, hips thrusting slowly into each other's fists.
Junghwan grabs a handful of Sunwoo's hair, forces his head back again so that he can bite and lick on the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. They're panting, small sounds escaping with each exhale, and Sunwoo can't describe the ecstasy of feeling Junghwan's breath and whines against his skin, his hand around his cock, the soft, fast jerks. He tightens his grip around Junghwan's waist, lifting him slightly off the bed, and his head falls back, black hair framing his head on the sheets like a halo. It's a cliché, but it's true, and Sunwoo chokes on air as he dives in to smother Junghwan's mouth, his fist around Junghwan's cock going faster as he feels his own abdominal muscles tightening.
Junghwan moans, a lewd, dirty sound falling from his lips, and locks his ankles around Sunwoo's back and oh god oh god oh god he can feel the shaking of Junghwan's thighs, can feel his muscles straining against his hips. He lets Junghwan pull him closer and answers by pressing against his mouth more forcefully, more desperately, moving his arm from under his boyfriend to press him to the mattress by the hip. He can't help the irregular snap of his hips into Junghwan's fist, can't control himself, can't stop the countless chants of ”ah, ah, ah” spilling from his mouth, matching Junghwan's silent sighs and whimpers of ”oh”, ”unh”, ”Sunwoo”, ”ah, Sunwoo, Sunwoo, ah, a-ahh- ”
Then they're coming, Sunwoo first, then Junghwan, hips shaking and broken, hoarse cries of each other's names rising from their throats. Sunwoo flops to the bed, next to Junghwan, winces as Junghwan's hand brushes his over sensitive cock when pulling from his boxers. He pouts as the cum on Junghwan's hand is wiped on his shirt, but the black-haired boy simply laughs. ”Would you rather I wipe it on your sheets?” he asks. Sunwoo grumbles, and wipes his own hand on the shirt too.
The piece of clothing gets flung to the floor as Junghwan moves closer, legs tangling with Sunwoo's, and presses a soft kiss on the corner of the younger boy's lips. ”The next time you get a boner” he whispers ”let me handle it instead of running away, okay?”
Sunwoo chuckles. ”Okay.”
A/N: This was written in the middle of the night for my bby Laila bc she's been drowning me with B1A4. She's also the reason to my overflowing BaDeul feels. You bitch Ihu.
Rating: R
Pairing: Baro / Sandeul
Warnings: Handjobs
Genre: Fluff, romance, smut
Disclaimer: I do not own B1A4.
Cha Sunwoo has a problem.
But to understand it completely, you'll need to know some things about him.
Sunwoo is a fine young man, not going to lie. He's smart, funny, a nice guy that everyone likes. He's on his third year in high school, and is going to apply to college next year and major in music. A fairly tall, muscular boy with bright eyes and unruly hair dyed blond. But these are all irrelevant things, the main point here is that Sunwoo, the lucky bastard, has a boyfriend. An extremely wonderful one, too.
Lee Junghwan goes to the same high school, lives in the same dorm building - they go to an all-boys school, you see -, listens to the same music as Sunwoo, and is generally just very lovely. A pretty thing with a pouty mouth and a happy smile, twinkling eyes, older than Sunwoo by half a year. Junghwan has the voice of an angel, too. Sunwoo is sure he'll debut as an idol someday. They'd like to debut together, as a vocalist and a rapper. It would be wonderful.
Sunwoo and Junghwan also have roommates, but that's not exactly relevant since Chansik and Jinyoung are kicked out of their dorm rooms in turns when Sunwoo and Junghwan want to spend time alone. Nowadays Jinyoung doesn't even need to be told to kindly drag his butt somewhere else, since he usually knows that it's time to pack up and go to help Chansik with his English homework when Junghwan and Sunwoo enter the dorm room with hushed giggles and stumbling steps.
Now that you know about Junghwan, we'll talk about Sunwoo's problem.
See, Sunwoo is... A boy. Well, you most likely figured that out already. He's a young man. A healthy young man. And no matter how hormonal and wild teenage boys are supposed to be, Sunwoo is a gentleman. Obviously this means he's cripplingly shy and completely smitten with his boyfriend and doesn't know exactly how to deal with the perfection that is Lee Junghwan.
Junghwan and Sunwoo haven't exactly... Gone too far with their relationship. They've been dating for two months now, and Sunwoo can tell you that Junghwan is a wonderful kisser and the perfect size to be held and his palms fit just right on Junghwan's hips. All of this will of course be told in a dreamy voice with a far-gone look because, well, Sunwoo is smitten. It's disgusting, really. At least in Chansik's opinion.
Anyway, Sunwoo can't tell you how Junghwan looks, well... Naked. Or, you know. Excited. What is being said here, is that they haven't had sex. To be honest, they haven't gone further than kissing, a little touching on top of and under clothes, and slight nibbling along necks and collarbones.
The problem is, Sunwoo has started getting rather excited during these daily occurrences. He's not exactly innocent, having watched his fair share of porn and so on, the normal boy stuff, but these, well, unwanted boners have really started annoying him. Junghwan is an angel. A lovely, pure being, and Sunwoo has no intentions of corrupting him. Also, what if he tries to initiate something and fucks up and oh god oh god oh god- (these had been the exact words he had used when trying to talk about this problem of his to Dongwoo, an upperclassman who had helped him with his Junghwan issues before. Dongwoo had suggested he ”fucks Junghwan up instead” and laughed. Sunwoo had found this very rude and given him the silent treatment. For five whole minutes.)
Well, to put everything short, Sunwoo is bothered about getting boners while making out with his boyfriend. It's not like he thinks Junghwan knows nothing about sex and such, but he wants their first time to be special. He's romantic like that. (Dongwoo had snorted when hearing this. Minyoung had been kind enough to whack him on the head with a book and announce that romantic boys are wonderful and Dongwoo is a dick.)
The last time this happened, he had to stop kissing Junghwan and pretend he forgot the stove on, just to return eight minutes later to a very confused and pouty Junghwan asking why turning the stove off took so much time. He had simply shrugged and explained that he got lost because of his head being in the clouds before attacking Junghwan with snuggles and countless small pecks.
But right now, Sunwoo has no time to think about over-excited dicks or Dongwoo's mean laughs. Nope, there are much more important matters to be taken care of. Like the fact that Junghwan is right behind him, holding his hand as they run towards his dorm room, giggling silently.
Sunwoo fiddles with the lock for a moment - it's hard to concentrate on locks when Junghwan's arm is wrapping itself around his waist and his lips are nibbling on his shoulder and damn - and kicks the door open when the key finally turns, and then they're stumbling in, and Sunwoo is more than happy to notice that Chansik has been smart enough to get out before they got in.
Then every coherent thought flies out of his head because Junghwan's palms are open against his chest and his back hits the wall and wow Junghwan has a perfect mouth. Sunwoo's arms wrap around Junghwan's waist, pulling him closer until there's no space between them. It feels amazing, really, kissing someone you hold so dear and feeling them cup your cheeks and kiss you back eagerly.
Sunwoo nibbles on Junghwan's lower lip, smiles as the older boy gasps softly. He soothes the now slightly swollen spot with his tongue, fingertips slipping under the school uniform blazer and scraping gently, wanting to get under fabric, to touch soft heated skin. Junghwan dives in to kiss him again, letting go of his cheeks and shrugging his blazer off, then moving to push Sunwoo's off his shoulders. Sunwoo moves forward from the wall, drops his arms so Junghwan can tug the stupid dark blue jacket off him. It drops to the floor and is kicked aside, as soft hums and sighs fill the room.
Sunwoo starts to walk Junghwan backwards to the bed, while unbuttoning his dress shirt with determined fingers. Junghwan chuckles, bites down on Sunwoo's lip, and thrusts his tongue inside the younger's mouth when a surprised gasp allows it, while starting to pop the buttons on his shirt with quick fingers. Their shirts drop to the floor almost simultaneously - they almost trip, but it's okay - and then Sunwoo has to stop in his tracks because fuck, Junghwan is wearing a wifebeater. Junghwan doesn't wear wifebeaters. Junghwan wears t-shirts under his uniform. Not wifebeaters.
Sunwoo glances at his boyfriend's face, and finds himself staring at the faint blush coloring the older boy's cheeks. Still, Junghwan stares back into his eyes, stubborn as always. He chuckles. Smoothing his hands over the soft planes of Junghwan's biceps he sends both of them tumbling down to the bed, legs tangling, Junghwan's arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer.
Sunwoo is surprised about how eager Junghwan is. The boy is sighing into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair and tugging slightly, body moving under the touches he presses into his skin, on his biceps, on his sides under his shirt, on his back, on his hips. Sunwoo can't stop touching Junghwan - can't keep his hands off the lithe, slender body under his own, and he archs his neck as Junghwan disconnects their mouths and starts trailing his lips down the expanse of his throat, mouthing along the way.
Sunwoo's fingers dig into Junghwan's hips as his breathing grows heavier. The lips on his collarbones feel amazing, the fingers in his hair keep his head slightly tilted back, and it's rougher than usually, hotter, and Sunwoo can feel his trousers getting too hot for him to wear. He should stop now, should run out of the room, but he can't move, can't bring himself to escape this amazing feeling.
Then Junghwan's leg is hiking up against Sunwoo's thigh, slowly, carefully, but Sunwoo doesn't want to be careful. His head feels hot and dazed and he grabs Junghwan's thigh, digs his fingers desperately into it as he holds on to the soft flesh. Junghwan's body jerks at this, clearly surprised by the sudden roughness, and his other thigh presses briefly against Sunwoo's crotch and then he does it, the last fucking thing - Sunwoo opens his mouth and moans.
Everything freezes, and it's a few terrible seconds of Junghwan's mouth and Sunwoo's breathing both stopping, Junghwan's eyes coming up to stare at Sunwoo's face, wide and bright, before Sunwoo stumbles off the bed and bolts in from the nearest door: the bathroom.
He slams the door, clicks the lock shut, and stops to stare at his reflection in the mirror. He can hear rustling from the other side - Junghwan is most likely getting up now, getting his shirt and blazer from the floor and exiting the room. Sunwoo grunts and drops to the floor, pulling at his hair. How could he be so stupid? There went two months of dating, and seven of harboring a desperate crush and gathering courage to confess, all in vein. Just because he couldn't control his damn hormones and his stupid dick.
He sighs, and leans against the wall. He really likes Junghwan, too - actually, he thinks he's slowly falling in love with the boy. It's too bad everything has to end because of his sex drive acting up-
”Sunwoo?” there's a knock on the door, and a gentle voice calling from outside the door. Sunwoo lifts his head, surprised, and listens. ”Sunwoo? Jagiya?” His face heats up with the petname (as always). ”What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, please come out and tell me. I don't want to be a bad boyfriend, please tell me what I did wrong, I promise I'll fix it.”
Sunwoo scrambles up from the floor and presses his hands against the door, barks ”no!”. He sighs. How is he supposed to explain this to Junghwan? Tell him the truth, says a little voice in his head, and he thinks it's good to listen to it now. He rarely does, to be honest.
”You did nothing wrong, Junghwanie” he starts, his throat closing around the words. What if Junghwan leaves him? He feels like crying already. ”It's- it's not you. It's me. You did nothing. You're perfect.”
”I don't understand. You did nothing wrong. Please come out, Sunwoo? I want to talk.” Junghwan is pleading now, and Sunwoo can imagine his mouth, lower lip worried between his teeth, his eyes, wide and bright, brow furrowed in worry and fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He sighs, and decides to face his humiliating fate.
The lock clicks open, and he can see Junghwan's worried expression softening into a relieved one as he peeks from the bathroom. ”I'm sorry” he mutters, and eyes the floor. ”Hey” he feels Junghwan's fingers on his cheek, and looks up reluctantly as the boy lifts his chin. ”What's going on? You've been really strange for a few days. Is it something I do? You can tell me. I won't do it anymore. I want you to... Uh, you know... Enjoy the stuff we do.” Junghwan's words turn into an embarrassed mumble, and Sunwoo can't help chuckling. Not his fault his boyfriend is the most adorable thing in the world, really.
”It's nothing you do, Junghwanie, please believe me” he tries, and bites his lip. ”It's, uh, it's all me. I really enjoy everything we do. You're perfect. Everything you do is perfect. It's just that... I kind of like it a little too much, I guess.”
Junghwan's eyes widen slightly, and he tilts his head in a confused manner. Sunwoo wants to tell him to stop being so cute and kiss the daylights out of him, but he figures now is not the time for that. Instead, he sighs, and opens the door. ”Please don't think I'm a terrible pervert.”
Junghwan looks even more confused for a moment, until his eyes travel downward and settle on the rather obscene bulge in front of Sunwoo's trousers. There's silence for a second - feels like a year to Sunwoo, though - before Junghwan squeaks out a small ”oh”. Sunwoo looks at the floor, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by the floor and be left alone to wallow in his shame and misery.
”I, uh... I'm glad.”
Sunwoo lifts his head, eyes wide and disbelieving. Glad? How can he be glad? What's there to be glad of? Junghwan gives a shy smile. ”That I'm not the only one, you know.” And only now does Sunwoo notice that Junghwan has his hands folded in front of his crotch. He archs an eyebrow, and Junghwan blushes a bright shade of pink.
Sunwoo can't help gulping as Junghwan removes his hands, and reveals a matching bulge straining his trousers. The boy has his lip caught between his teeth again, red to the neck, wifebeater revealing his collarbones and fuck fuck fuck fuck. Sunwoo tries to breathe, tries to take a deep breath, but it's hard when Junghwan looks so sexy and God he doesn't know where to look, where not to look, how to breathe, how to be.
”J-Junghwan, I don't- ” he tries, tries desperately to say something, but gets shut up by a slender finger pressing against his mouth. Junghwan smiles at him, a shy smile, but there's something in the look of his eyes and the tense posture of his shoulders that make Sunwoo anxious. ”Shh” he whispers, and wraps long fingers around Sunwoo's trembling wrist. Sunwoo lets himself be pulled closer, lets himself be walked back to the bed. As Junghwan's arms come up to wrap around his neck he clings to his boyfriend's hips for dear life, squeezes the prominent bones under his hands, tries to stay calm but it's hard because Junghwan is perfect and this is all new and exciting and he's all hot and shaky and Junghwan is so, so perfect.
”Just... Let me” Junghwan whispers, breath ghosting over Sunwoo's mouth before the distance is gone and they're kissing, soft and slow and tentative, and Junghwan is pulling Sunwoo on top of him to the bed.
Sunwoo props himself up on one elbow, mouth moving against Junghwan's, gaining courage again as things feel normal and safe, and the kiss turns hasty with a hint of desperation, Junghwan's mouth sighing and gasping appreciatively into Sunwoo's mouth as his fingers trail down. The younger male's breath hitches as he feels fingers working the button on his trousers open. For a fleeting second he considers stopping, considers running away before things go too far, but then Junghwan lets out a small whine and his head is empty again. There's no way he could run away. Not from this situation. Not from Junghwan.
Sunwoo follows Junghwan's lead, one hand's fingers coming down to work his button open, shaky and unsure. He can't help sighing into the older boy's mouth as the fly comes down and the pressure on his cock is relieved. Junghwan's hands come to help him, to work the button open and fly down, and he tries to push his trousers down but Sunwoo isn't having any of that, instead slapping the hands away. He wants to do this - wants to undress his boyfriend himself, wants to feel the fabric slide off his skin.
Junghwan lets out a soft ”ah” as he lifts his hips and lets Sunwoo push the trousers off his hips, over his butt, down his thighs, until he can kick them away easily. He returns the favor, and soon both of their trousers are on the floor, leaving them clad only in their underwear and tanktops, and in Sunwoo's case an open button up.
The kiss slows down and breaks, and they stare into each other's eyes, panting against each other's mouths. Junghwan exhales a shuddery breath and reaches down to brush his hand against Sunwoo's crotch. Sunwoo answers to the touch with a pathetic, strangled whimper, and a hesitating touch to Junghwan's cock.
The open, soft moan that leaves Junghwan's lips triggers something. Sunwoo's arm wraps around his waist as their lips crash together, and fingers start moving, gaining courage with irregular strokes against heated, wetting fabric.
Surprisingly, Sunwoo is the first one to initiate the next step, slipping his hand inside the slit on Junghwan's boxers. He doesn't bother being careful - it's not exactly a relevant word at the moment - and wraps his fingers around Junghwan's cock, giving it a light squeeze.
Junghwan answers by throwing his head back, hips bucking into Sunwoo's hand as a strangled whine leaves his throat. He wastes no time slipping his hand inside Sunwoo's boxers, and the blond lets out a loud moan, tightening his grip around the cock in his hand. They don't stop, but start moving, hips thrusting slowly into each other's fists.
Junghwan grabs a handful of Sunwoo's hair, forces his head back again so that he can bite and lick on the soft skin between his neck and shoulder. They're panting, small sounds escaping with each exhale, and Sunwoo can't describe the ecstasy of feeling Junghwan's breath and whines against his skin, his hand around his cock, the soft, fast jerks. He tightens his grip around Junghwan's waist, lifting him slightly off the bed, and his head falls back, black hair framing his head on the sheets like a halo. It's a cliché, but it's true, and Sunwoo chokes on air as he dives in to smother Junghwan's mouth, his fist around Junghwan's cock going faster as he feels his own abdominal muscles tightening.
Junghwan moans, a lewd, dirty sound falling from his lips, and locks his ankles around Sunwoo's back and oh god oh god oh god he can feel the shaking of Junghwan's thighs, can feel his muscles straining against his hips. He lets Junghwan pull him closer and answers by pressing against his mouth more forcefully, more desperately, moving his arm from under his boyfriend to press him to the mattress by the hip. He can't help the irregular snap of his hips into Junghwan's fist, can't control himself, can't stop the countless chants of ”ah, ah, ah” spilling from his mouth, matching Junghwan's silent sighs and whimpers of ”oh”, ”unh”, ”Sunwoo”, ”ah, Sunwoo, Sunwoo, ah, a-ahh- ”
Then they're coming, Sunwoo first, then Junghwan, hips shaking and broken, hoarse cries of each other's names rising from their throats. Sunwoo flops to the bed, next to Junghwan, winces as Junghwan's hand brushes his over sensitive cock when pulling from his boxers. He pouts as the cum on Junghwan's hand is wiped on his shirt, but the black-haired boy simply laughs. ”Would you rather I wipe it on your sheets?” he asks. Sunwoo grumbles, and wipes his own hand on the shirt too.
The piece of clothing gets flung to the floor as Junghwan moves closer, legs tangling with Sunwoo's, and presses a soft kiss on the corner of the younger boy's lips. ”The next time you get a boner” he whispers ”let me handle it instead of running away, okay?”
Sunwoo chuckles. ”Okay.”
A/N: This was written in the middle of the night for my bby Laila bc she's been drowning me with B1A4. She's also the reason to my overflowing BaDeul feels. You bitch Ihu.