But One

Apr. 3rd, 2011 11:29 pm
unodoseskimo: (naughtynaughty)
[personal profile] unodoseskimo
Title: But One
Pairing: Junhyung/Hyunseung
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junhyung's jealous, and doesn't hesitate to let Hyunseung know. Title and fic based on Junhyung's behavior in this. Dirty thoughts came from this.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed

Hyunseung smirks as he’s pushed against the dressing room wall, struggling to balance himself as one of his legs is pulled up from behind his thigh and wrapped around Junhyung’s waist, said boy moving closer and pinning him harder against the cool wall.

He feels more than hears Junhyung’s words as warm lips press against his temple, “You’re mine,” a nip to his jaw, “you got that?”

Hyunseung’s not sure if Junhyung really wants an answer as he dips his head down to his neck and bites hard at his jugular, a small gasp sounding through the small room.

Junhyung’s hands work hot and fast at Hyunseung’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Hyunseung’s voice is low and breathy as Junhyung bites at a nipple, “They were just playing, Junhyung.” His possessiveness is cute, but he’s not really trying to convince Junhyung to stop what he’s doing, and he rolls his hips against Junhyung’s own to keep him going.

Junhyung palms at Hyunseung’s growing erection, pressing just a little too hard on purpose, smiling at the little noise that escapes Hyunseung. “Whose are you?” He presses against the hard member again, dragging his hand across the tight denim.

And then their manager is calling them from the opposite side of the door, and Junhyung peels himself off of Hyunseung, straightening out his jacket and sweeping a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, which were slightly darker than usual.

He tugs his shirt back in place and runs a finger down the center of Hyunseung’s torso, hand stopping at the hem of his pants, delicate fingers tracing along it. His smile touches his words as he steps away from Hyunseung, turning the doorknob, “Later.”


Later doesn’t come soon enough for Hyunseung. The ride home is drawn out and punctuated by dirty looks and teasing touches from Junhyung, who manages to keep a straight face as his fingers dance along Hyunseung’s inner thigh.

The air in the car is warm and stuffy—but everybody else seems to be incredibly interested in Dongwoon’s rendition of Yayaya, something Hyunseung is incredibly grateful for as Junhyung rubs small circles against the fly of his pants.

The sound of his own zipper coming undone is almost deafening to Hyunseung’s ears, and his body goes frigid as his hand comes down to his crotch, grabbing at Junhyung’s in a silent plea. Junhyung clicks his tongue in a disapproving way, brushes Hyunseung’s hand out of the way and pins it to the plush car seat with his free hand, the other one dipping into Hyunseung’s boxers.

Junhyugn flicks his wrist slightly, getting a good grip on Hyunseung’s member—which had refused to go down since Junhyung had started this—and let his thumb circle around the head, palm flush against the shaft. Hyunseung receives a dirty look and a squeeze to his dick when he mewls a little too loud, Kikwang looking up from his seat in front of them, his view obstructed by Dongwoon’s head, thank God, Hyunseung thinks when Junhyung’s hand continues.

And then they’re pulling up to their dorm and Junhyung’s hand is gone.


“Fuck..” Hyunseung’s voice trailed off into the dark room. He had been verbally abusing the other boy for the past ten minutes, complaining to an uncaring Junhyung about how “unfair it is to tease in public like that.”

But his mind is running a mile a minute, his mouth spitting out complaints mingled with small pleading sounds on autopilot as Junhyung strips him of his tight pants (the last remaining article of real clothing on either of them), then pins him against the nearest wall, hands locking onto Hyunseung’s hips and he dips to his knees, face square with the older boy’s straining erection.

“It took you a bout of jealously to finally put out? Fuck!” Junhyung sank his teeth into Hyunseung’s thigh, cutting him off. Ignoring the profanity that fell endlessly from the elder's mouth, Junhyung hooked his fingers under the waistband of Hyunseung’s boxer-briefs. “Jealousy or not,” Junhyung paused to nuzzle against Hyunseung’s erection, licking at the head through the fabric, “I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about doing this for a while.”

The sound that escaped Hyunseung was a mix between a whimper and the beginning of a snarky comment as Junhyung’s hands finally, finally removed his underwear, and his mouth finally, finally made full contact with his aching erection.

Taking the strangled sound as encouragement, Junhyung gripped the base of Hyunseung’s erection, taking another moment for himself to look up at the flushed boy above him; cheeks a healthy pink, hair slightly askew, lips reddened from frenzied kisses and bites shared earlier, Hyunseung was positively gorgeous.

Keeping his eyes glued on the older boy, Junhyung took the head of Hyunseung’s erection into his mouth and lowered his head, taking as much of the older boy in as possible. Hyunseung’s sudden intake of air and the sound it produced when it hitched in his throat went straight to Junhyung’s groin, enticing a small groan of his own, which came out muffled and throaty.

Junhyung wouldn’t be one to admit it, but he had something for sucking Hyunseung off—he was the opposite of submissive, but he liked everything about Hyunseung; how he tasted, how he was Junhyung’s own whore, his hips pushing themselves up, trying to burry his cock further into Junhyung’s willing throat.

Hyunseung is putty in Junhyung’s hands as he hums contentedly around his cock, hand wrapping around the base that can’t quite fit in his mouth. The little keening sounds Hyunseung makes when he’s close has Junhyung pulling off the shaking boy above him, fingers locking around the base of Hyunseung’s dick, little tutting noises falling from Junhyung’s glossy lips.

Returning to his feet, Junhyung locks his arms around Hyunseung’s neck, walking backwards to the collection of bunk beds. He stops when he feels his calf bump against the bedframe, turning and pushing a blushing Hyunseung into Kikwang’s bed, crawling over the older boy easily.

“Whose are you?” Junhyung repeats his words from earlier as he pulls one of Hyunseung’s legs around his waist, his fingers darting down to his entrance, drawing teasing patterns around it. When Hyunseung doesn’t answer immediately, Junhyung’s hand lands firmly against an ass cheek, the sharp slapping sound mingling with Hyunseung’s sudden yelp as he pushes his body flush against Junhyung’s.

“Yours. Yours, yours, yours. Junhyung,” Hyunseung trails off when Junhyung places three fingers at his mouth, unspoken command heeded. He takes the fingers in willingly, coating them as much as possible as Junhyung rocks his hips steadily, their erections sliding together.

Junhyung jerks his hand away from Hyunseung’s mouth, letting it fall back down to his entrance, immediately sliding two fingers into the clenching hole, scissoring them without a moment of hesitation, turning his wrist here and there. Hyunseung’s body tenses when Junhyung’s fingers rub against his prostate, eyes going wide.

“Little sensitive, are we?” Junhyung teases with a prolonged stroke against the spot, savoring the way Hyunseung’s breath escapes him in quick bursts. “Just fuck me, Junhyung, I’m yours, please, just do it.”

Hyunseung’s eyes are glassy and dark as Junhyung removes his fingers and positions his dick at his entrance, pushing in up to the hilt in one go.

There’s no finesse tonight; Hyunseung has been on the edge too long, and Junhyung can tell by the way he latches his arms around his neck, blunt nails leaving bright red trails as Junhyung lifts the older boy slightly off the bed, sporadic thrusts punctuating Hyunseung’s pleads for “more, I’m yours, please, Junhyung.”
Hyunseung whines when Junhyung suddenly pulls all the way out, but understands when he feels strong hands dig into the soft skin of his hips as he’s forced to roll over onto his stomach. He whimpers a little too loudly when Junhyung pushes back into him, hard, hitting his prostate dead on. The new angle leaves Hyunseung helpless as his body is rocked by Junhyung’s erratic thrusts, his open body taking in everything the younger boy gives him.

Hyunseung is so close when Junhyung leans down, his chest pressing against his back, lips at his ear, tongue tracing the shell. “You’re mine, Jang Hyunseung.” He swivels his hips with every syllable in the boy’s name. “You slut.”

Hyunseung comes hard, clenching around Junhyung’s dick. Junhyung pulls out, replacing his dick with three fingers, circling his fingers against Hyunseung’s prostate, the pressure milking another wave of cum from the older boy, his cries barely muffled by a soft pillow, his teeth worrying at the hem of the pillowcase. Junhyung pumps his own orgasm from him, hot spurts of cum landing down the crevice of Hyunseung’s ass.


Hyunseung all but purrs as Junhyung runs his fingers through his messy hair, tracing light circles against the back of his scalp. Junhyung waits until Hyunseung’s breath is steady and deep to plant a chaste kiss on the top of his head, his arms wrapping around the slender boy, bringing him closer. “Mine.”

He barely hears the little murmur that escapes Hyunseung,

Anonymous( )Anonymous This account has disabled anonymous posting.
OpenID( )OpenID You can comment on this post while signed in with an account from many other sites, once you have confirmed your email address. Sign in using OpenID.
Account name:
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.


Notice: This account is set to log the IP addresses of everyone who comments.
Links will be displayed as unclickable URLs to help prevent spam.


unodoseskimo: (Default)

August 2011

 12 3456
212223 24252627

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 25th, 2017 10:13 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios