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unodoseskimoPairing: Doojoon / Yoseob
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoseob's too loud in the bedroom. shameless PWP~
Warnings/Notes: Not proofread
Yoseob doesn’t like being quiet .Yoseob doesn’t like keeping things in, muffling any form of excitement or panic that happens to, by his creed, require any verbal reaction. So Doojoon isn’t surprised when he has to remind Yoseob—who has rolled into his bed in the middle of the night again—to be quiet because ‘no we aren’t alone,’ and ‘yes you do make that much noise.’
Doojoon is used to this. Their relationship is built on handjobs in closets and fleeting touches under tabletops and that’s enough for Doojoon; it’s enough to just know Yoseob is his and those nights—nights like tonight—are rare and special to both of them.
But Yoseob won’t listen as Doojoon palms his growing erection, satin pajama pants creating the best and worst friction against sensitive flesh. He opens his mouth, breathing against the hollow at the base of Doojoon’s throat, small sounds filling the room.
“You have to be quiet,” Doojoon’s voice is raspy as Yoseob’s lips find the heated skin of his collarbone. Yoseob sighs again, hand trailing down the length of Doojoon’s torso. His fingers dance alone the hemline of the elder’s pajama pants, dipping in suddenly. Yoseob drags one slim digit against Doojoon’s erection and groans, loud, when Doojoon presses harder against his in response. “Shh,” Doojoon hisses between clenched teeth. He almost feels bad for reprimanding the younger boy, and then Dongwoon stirs when Yoseob lets out a particularly loud sigh and his hands are acting faster than his brain. One hand comes up and clasps over Yoseob’s mouth, the other spanning over the boy’s chest, pressing him down into the mattress.
His hand takes up most of Yoseob’s face, the point of the younger’s nose digging into his palm as Doojoon takes control, leaning over Yoseob, who’s all smiling eyes and breathy laughs under Doojoon’s hand.
“You need to be quiet” Doojooon breathes. He’s anything but angry, but he could honestly say explaining why his hand is shoved down the younger boy’s pants when everybody wakes up isn’t part of his leader duties. “Or I’ll stop. Understand?” He will, and they both know it. Yoseob nips and licks at Doojoon’s palm and nods his head, cheeks rising with a smile.
Doojoon lets both of his hands fall to the hem of Yoseob’s shirt, pushing it up to his chest as he leans down, tongue curling against a pert nipple. Yoseob shudders noticeably when Doojoon continues lower, his tongue trailing down his torso to the hem of his pajamas. Fingers hook into them and they’re pulled lower, freeing Yoseob’s fully erect cock.
Yoseob’s fighting himself as Doojoon’s leans down to his erection, breathing warm puffs of air onto the head. He arches his back off the bed, hands gripping at messy sheets when Doojoon chuckles, low and sultry, and places his tongue flat against the underside of Yoseob’s dick. Doojoon reaches up and drags two fingers against Yoseob’s plump bottom lip, smiling to himself when the boy opens his mouth all too willingly, nipping at the pad of his index finger before taking both digits in, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. His hips twitch when Doojoon’s lips clamp around his cock, warm heat traveling all the way up his spine. His mouth opens and closes around air, trying so, so hard not to make a sound, but then Doojoon’s teeth are scraping gently across his sensitive skin and his self control breaks; he mewls around Doojoon’s fingers, loud and unabashed.
Doojoon freezes, ripping his fingers from Yoseob’s mouth and sitting up a little straighter. Yoseob’s eyes are wide, searching for Doojoon’s to try to say sorry, to beg him to keep going, to try to get some message across and then Doojoon’s hand is over his mouth again, pressed firmly into his soft skin. His other hand is dipping lower; gripping at Yoseob’s hip to shift him a little higher up on the mattress as he brings his face down to level with Yoseob’s.
“You like making sounds? You don’t like listening to me?” Doojoon’s breath ghosts over the boy’s face as he speaks, voice low. “Do you want to play a game?” Yoseob’s eyes are wider now, unsure, but he lets Doojoon continue as he feels a finger circle around his entrance. “Every time you want to make a sound,” Doojoon pushes his finger past the tight ring of muscle and Yoseob keens, “…like that one.” The finger twists and is soon accompanied by another, the two crooking against a soft spot inside of Yoseob and his hips cant. Yoseob’s eyes flutter shut as Doojoon presses incessantly against his prostate. “You have to punish yourself. Like this,”
Yoseob’s eyes shoot open when he feels Doojoon’s teeth sink into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Doojoon twists his fingers a little deeper into him, presses a little harder against that spot, and Yoseob can’t bring himself to remember his own name, let alone respond coherently to Doojoon’s proposition.
The leader takes the desperate push of Yoseob’s hips as a yes and removes his hands, letting one find purchase on a soft hip, the other helping his hips shimmy out of his pajama pants, freeing his erection, the head gleaming with pre-cum. He gives himself a good pump, spreading what he deemed enough of it around and aligned his dick with Yoseob’s twitching entrance and pushing in in one go.
There’s no hesitation between them, Doojoon finding his pace, Yoseob grinding his hips down to meet every thrust and twist that leaves them both utterly breathless. He thinks he can do it; can manage to just bite his lips to keep from groaning at the feeling of Doojoon entering him again and again. Yoseob thinks he’ll win; until Doojoon lifts his hips up off the mattress and pounds into him at a new angle and he gasps, just barely coherent enough to remember to bring his arms down to his mouth, teeth immediately clamping into soft skin.
Doojoon smirks as he gives a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock bumping ruthlessly against Yoseob’s prostate, Yoseob’s jaw clenching in reaction, his teeth digging further into abused flesh. The elder leans down again, his hips working his cock yet deeper into Yoseob as his tongue traces the shell of the boy’s ear. “Are you going to cum for me? Just like this?” Yoseob is putty in his hands as Doojoon reaches between them and fists Yoseob’s erection, swirling pre-cum around the head. “You’re such a good boy you know. Keeping quiet for me like this.”
Doojoon swivels his hips and that’s it. Yoseob leans up, sinking his teeth into the jut of Doojoon’s collarbone as warm, milky liquid splatters between their sweaty bodies. Doojoon follows right after, spilling into the smaller boy as the sting of the bite mixes with the hazy pleasure of his orgasm.
It’s later, when their breathing is a bit more regular that Yoseob holds his arm up to the moonlight, pointing out a dark purple bruise on his forearm. “This is your fault.” He pouts, pushing lightly at the elder’s chest. Doojoon grins and he brings the offending bruise down to his lips, pressing a warm, chaste kiss against it. “It’s better than waking up the others.” He sighs, arms twining around Yoseob and bringing him closer.
“Oh really, is it?” Junhyung grumbles from beneath them.
Doojoon chuckles as Yoseob pushes him away lightly, a pink tinge spreading over his cheeks.
