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[FIC]: glass skin.
glass skin, nc-17, woohyun/sunggyu/dongwoo.
tomorrow i sleep, leaving myself behind.
in the dark morning, i pretend the window to be a picture frame,
i wake my sleeping skin and press my hand against this wet piece of picture,
spring blossoms and the petals fall, giving life to the river,
swaying from side to side, where will you go?
i put my hand on the heavy and closed door,
the remains of the parade,
the silence laughs along with the fact that i won't be sleeping again tonight
dir en grey, "glass skin"
GLASS SKIN
woohyun/dongwoo/sunggyu
The first time Dongwoo walks in on Sunggyu and Woohyun is an accident, really. He's up late for some reason he can't quite figure out, like too much light coming in the window or nerves or who knows (they don't really need reasons to be unable to sleep, these days), and he gently pushes Sunggyu and Woohyun's bedroom door open and sticks his head inside.
The name on the tip of his tongue dies when he sees the way they're moving.
Dongwoo's thought about this before, but he's never seen it in action -- the way that Woohyun's hips roll, riding Sunggyu's cock with singleminded intensity. He keeps focusing on unimportant details, little things, like the way Woohyun's fingers curl against Sunggyu's ribs and the way Sunggyu's hands slide down to Woohyun's ass and spread, so Dongwoo can see everything. Everything, Jesus fucking Christ he's never been this turned on before in his life.
He slips from the room just as silently as he'd entered and jerks off in the bathroom, desperate and caught in a wave of secondhand arousal. When he comes, he's not sure whose name it is he says.
It makes practice awkward for the next week. Every time Dongwoo sees Woohyun he imagines the tense line of his throat and the sheen of sweat on his skin. Every time he sees Sunggyu he imagines the tensing and relaxing of the muscles in Sunggyu's stomach and the way he'd bitten his lip. The images come back every time Sunggyu smiles at him or Woohyun wraps an arm around his shoulder, and Dongwoo knows the way he keeps getting flustered and forgetting steps is totally uncharacteristic, but he can't help it.
Dongwoo should probably be more disturbed than he is, or at least slightly bothered by the fact that the idea of two of his bandmates fucking gets him off faster than anything else has before.
"Dongwoo-yah, are you feeling okay?" Sunggyu asks, sitting down next to him against the mirrored wall of their dance practice room. He offers a bottle of water, and Dongwoo takes it gratefully. "You've been off all day. It's not like you."
He must be more noticeable than he thought, if Sunggyu is asking him personally instead of just yelling at him the way he does when it's Myungsoo who forgets steps. "I'm okay," he says. "I just haven't been sleeping well, so I'm tired."
Sunggyu looks at him for a long moment. "Okay," he says. "You know if you can't sleep you can always come to our room, right?"
That's exactly the problem, Dongwoo thinks. I did.
"Sure," he says instead, burying the now-familiar wave of arousal under a cheerful grin and a nudge to Sunggyu's shoulder. "But what if you're sleeping?"
"Doesn't matter," Sunggyu says, waving a hand. "Come in anyway."
"As long as you don't yell at me for waking you up," Dongwoo says, pushing himself up into a standing position and offering Sunggyu an hand to pull him up as well. "Maybe I should have you sign this in blood beforehand."
Sunggyu tries to smack him, and Dongwoo ducks away, laughing. He's so glad to have the status quo at least somewhat regained that he doesn't notice the way that Woohyun's watching them from the other side of the room -- doesn't notice the half-smile on Woohyun's face, or the way that he and Sunggyu lock eyes before Sunggyu nods slightly.
If he had, things might have gone a little differently.
Two weeks later, Dongwoo finds himself awake again, staring up at the ceiling from his bed and listening to the even in, out of Sungyeol's breathing. Half of him wants to take Sunggyu up on his offer, to climb into Sunggyu's bed and cuddle and fall asleep that way, but the other half is worried about what he might find if he opens that door. After two weeks where all it took was a stray touch or glance to have him half-hard, Dongwoo's not sure he wants to subject himself to that kind of mental torture again.
But he's restless and not at all sleepy, so Dongwoo gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen. He's fairly sure that a glass of water won't actually cure his insomnia, but it's a good starting point.
Standing in the kitchen with a glass in his hand, Dongwoo can hear murmuring from Sunggyu and Woohyun's room. They're too quiet and he's too far away to make out the words, but he hears something that sounds like Woohyun's low laugh and he thinks he probably knows what's going on.
Did Sunggyu have this in mind when he invited Dongwoo into their room?
Dongwoo puts his glass down on the counter and takes the few steps he needs to stand in front of the door to Sunggyu and Woohyun's room. Even with his forehead pressed against the wood, he can't make out much more of their conversation than he could before --
The door swings open, and Dongwoo comes face-to-face with Woohyun.
"Oh," Woohyun says. He's wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, hipbones visible over the waistband, and Dongwoo swallows hard. "Hyung, you can't sleep?"
"I," Dongwoo says. "This --"
"Woohyun-ah," Sunggyu says from inside. "Dongwoo-yah, come in, okay? Don't just stand in the doorway."
Before Dongwoo can protest one way or another, Woohyun takes him by the wrist and pulls him inside. When his eyes adjust to the darkness -- because it's black as pitch in their room, Dongwoo doesn't know how they manage it -- he can make out Sunggyu on his stomach in his bed, his chin propped up on one hand. "Couldn't sleep?" he asks, which is a redundant question, because it's like three in the morning, why else would Dongwoo be awake?
"No," Dongwoo says, because it's an easy word. And it's true.
"Come here," Sunggyu says, rolling onto his side to make room for Dongwoo.
Dongwoo goes, but he doesn't stretch out. "You two," he says, glancing back and forth between Sunggyu and Woohyun, who's still lingering by the door, leaning against the closet. "You're --"
"Sleeping together," Woohyun says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Woohyun," Sunggyu says, his voice a little tart. When he continues, though, he's much mellower, one hand coming to rest between Dongwoo's shoulderblades. "I knew you walked in on us that one night," he says, sitting up a little and turning Dongwoo's chin to look at him. "It wasn't exactly hard to figure out the connection between that and the way you kept getting flustered whenever Woohyun or I touched you."
Dongwoo blushes bright red and thanks all the powers that be for the darkness of the room. "So, what?" he asks, less a demand than a plea. "You invited me back here for a threesome?"
"Yep," Woohyun says, uncrossing his arms and taking a couple steps so he can lean against the bedframe instead. "So you can touch what you've just been imagining for the last couple weeks."
"Who says I've been imagining anything?" Dongwoo says, aware that it's not at all convincing.
Woohyun smiles that infuriatingly sexy, cocky smirk that he has sometimes. "Are you trying to tell me you haven't been?" he asks, leaning down a little until he's in Dongwoo's airspace, invasive. "You haven't been thinking about getting him on his knees for you? Haven't been thinking about fucking me?"
"Woohyun," Sunggyu says as Dongwoo buries his face in his hands.
Sunggyu's hands are warm on Dongwoo's back and shoulders, and he's using the leader voice -- not the 'you just screwed up bigtime and are about to get it' voice, but the quieter one, the one he uses when he's talking to the members one-on-one about something that will stay between them. "It's just an offer, Dongwoo-yah," Sunggyu says, his thumb rubbing circles at the base of Dongwoo's neck. "You don't have to stay."
The problem is that Dongwoo wants to, of course. The problem is that he has been imagining Sunggyu on his knees with his mouth around Dongwoo's cock, he has been imagining Woohyun riding him with the same intensity that he'd been riding Sunggyu those weeks ago. The decision is already made. Dongwoo just has to work up the nerve to vocalize it.
"Dongwoo-yah." Sunggyu turns his head until they're eye to eye, then kisses him, more hesitant than Dongwoo would have expected -- Sunggyu is their leader, after all, and Dongwoo would have expected more force. But no, that's Woohyun's forte, isn't it? Woohyun has always been the more aggressively sexual of the two.
"Okay," Dongwoo says against Sunggyu's mouth.
Sunggyu doesn't say anything else, just keeps kissing him until Dongwoo is light-headed with it. Sunggyu is a very good kisser -- not all that surprising -- and Dongwoo's having a hard time remembering how to breathe. But it's good, it's nice. He's nervous, but it's nice.
When the bed dips next to him, Dongwoo abruptly remembers Woohyun's presence. He pulls back from Sunggyu, and then Woohyun's hands are on him -- his shoulder, his thigh -- and they're kissing. Woohyun kisses differently than Sunggyu does, but it's still good. Where Sunggyu was gentle, Woohyun is rougher, teeth scraping over Dongwoo's lower lip, kissing to conquer.
This is all very overwhelming.
Sunggyu slides his hands up Dongwoo's shirt, his lips against the back of Dongwoo's neck. Dongwoo doesn't even know what he's supposed to be doing -- should he be undressing? Or leaving it to them? Who is supposed to be in what position? And then Sunggyu's fingertips slide a little down the front of his sweatpants and Dongwoo forgets to worry about anything.
"Take this off," Woohyun says, tugging at Dongwoo's shirt. It's not really a request. Dongwoo obeys, and when he leans back against Sunggyu he finds that Sunggyu's shed his shirt, too. The feeling of skin against skin is intoxicating.
"So I was thinking," Woohyun says, his palm pressed flat against Dongwoo's hipbone, "that you could fuck Sunggyu, and watch him go down on me."
The unashamed eroticism of the suggestion makes Dongwoo shudder, and behind him he hears Sunggyu make a vaguely amused sound in the back of his throat. "Did I give you permission to volunteer me?" Sunggyu asks, his voice a rumble against Dongwoo's back.
"No," Woohyun says. "But don't pretend you don't like the idea."
"Fair enough."
Suddenly Dongwoo is imagining it: The way Sunggyu would look on all fours, the curve of his back, his mouth on Woohyun's cock. He makes a sound that's fairly desperate and turns his head to mouth along Sunggyu's jawline. "Then we're in agreement," Woohyun says, tugging at Dongwoo's sweatpants.
Then they're naked, and Dongwoo finds himself transfixed by watching Sunggyu and Woohyun kiss. They don't make any sense together, really -- Woohyun is so brash and forward and aggressive, and Sunggyu is strong, sure, but he's not the personality that fills the room, not the way that Woohyun is. But watching them kiss, it make a little more sense -- Sunggyu encourages gentleness in Woohyun, and Woohyun makes Sunggyu rise to the challenge.
When Sunggyu breaks the kiss and gasps, Dongwoo's gaze follows the line of Woohyun's arm down Sunggyu's back and focuses on where his fingers are -- working into Sunggyu's body, which explains why Sunggyu's fingers are grasping for purchase on Woohyun's shoulders.
"Hyung," Woohyun says, and it takes Dongwoo a second to realize that Woohyun means him. "Come here."
Dongwoo scoots a little closer on the bed, and Woohyun hands him a half-empty bottle of lube. "Touch him," he instructs, and Dongwoo glances between the bottle and the arch of Sunggyu's back before he puts two and two together.
Sunggyu is hot inside and impossibly tight, and Dongwoo can feel the minute twitches of muscle protesting the intrusion. "Okay?" he asks, leaning forward on a whim so he can press a kiss between Sunggyu's shoulderblades.
"Yeah," Sunggyu says, his voice shaky. Woohyun is jerking him off in slow, even strokes -- Dongwoo supposes he can understand a little breathlessness. "Keep going."
So Dongwoo rests one hand at the base of Sunggyu's spine and fingers him until Sunggyu's breaths are ending with whimpers and his thighs are trembling with the effort of keeping himself upright. It's really something else, Dongwoo thinks, to see their usually cool and composed leader come totally undone like this -- desperate and trembling under his and Woohyun's touches, on the verge of begging. It's totally debauched and filthy and wonderful. Dongwoo wonders that he ever considered saying no.
"Please," Sunggyu says, a gasp that's shaped sort of like a moan. "Dongwoo-yah—Woohyun, God—"
Woohyun hands Dongwoo a condom over Sunggyu's back and kneels back on his haunches, putting Sunggyu's face about level with his crotch. "Have fun," he advises Dongwoo, cupping Sunggyu's face in one hand as Sunggyu takes Woohyun's cock in his mouth.
When Dongwoo pushes forward, pushes into Sunggyu's body, there's a moment of resistance and then it's easy as anything. Dongwoo eases forward in tiny, shallow thrusts until his hips are flush against Sunggyu's, and he has absolutely no idea what he's doing. No idea. But there's something very instinctive about this, appealing to -- his animal instincts, or something, and Dongwoo really needs to stop thinking.
"Jesus," he catches himself muttering under his breath. Woohyun chuckles.
"I know," he says.
Dongwoo adjusts his grip on Sunggyu's hips and pulls out, thrusts back in -- Sunggyu makes a sound, muffled by Woohyun's cock, and it shoots straight through Dongwoo's nerves. He picks up the pace, moving faster, harder, mostly just wanting Sunggyu to make that sound again -- and Sunggyu does, arching his back, his fingernails digging into Woohyun's thighs. With his mouth full, most of Sunggyu's sounds are stifled, but that just serves to fuel the heat building in the pit of Dongwoo's stomach.
Woohyun threads his fingers through Sunggyu's hair and tugs abruptly. "Don't," he says, which confuses Dongwoo until Woohyun continues, "we need your voice tomorrow."
So even in a situation like this, Woohyun can be considerate. And Sunggyu -- Dongwoo resolves that he'll find out what Sunggyu can do with his throat the next time they have a day to themselves.
Dongwoo's not sure if Woohyun has a sixth sense for these things or what, but when Dongwoo is on the verge of orgasm -- literally when his head is spinning with it, his thrusts erratic -- Woohyun reaches out and drags him close, kissing him forcefully, so hard Dongwoo tastes copper on his tongue. It's the last thing Dongwoo needs -- he shudders and gasps something obscene into Woohyun's mouth, biting Woohyun's lip as he rides the shockwaves out.
Sunggyu moans around Woohyun's cock and redoubles his efforts, and it takes minutes, maybe, until Woohyun throws his head back and chokes down a moan as he comes. Apparently whatever qualms he had about letting Sunggyu deepthroat end at that -- Woohyun seems to have no problem with coming in Sunggyu's mouth, his hips moving in minute jerks until he slumps down.
But that leaves Sunggyu, still. Dongwoo sits back and pulls Sunggyu back against him, wraps his hand around Sunggyu's neglected erection and strokes fast and firmly, until Sunggyu moans and Dongwoo has to stifle him with a hand over his mouth as he comes.
In the aftermath, Sunggyu slumps back against Dongwoo's chest, and Woohyun leans against the baseboard of the bed, one leg stretched out and the other folded under him. "Fulfill your fantasies?" he asks, cocky even in his exhaustion.
Dongwoo can't help laughing softly. "You have no idea," he says, dragging his fingers through the mess on Sunggyu's stomach just because he can.
"I bet I do," Woohyun says, nudging Sunggyu in the thigh with his toes.
Sunggyu stirs and turns his head towards Dongwoo, nosing absently against his jaw and sighing. "This doesn't have to be a one-time thing, okay?" he says, shivering as Dongwoo's fingers trail over his hip. "Come by any time."
Woohyun gives Dongwoo a thumbs-up from where he has his head tilted into the corner between the bedframe and the wall. "It's good, right?"
"Yeah," Dongwoo says, nodding. "It's good."
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tomorrow i sleep, leaving myself behind.
in the dark morning, i pretend the window to be a picture frame,
i wake my sleeping skin and press my hand against this wet piece of picture,
spring blossoms and the petals fall, giving life to the river,
swaying from side to side, where will you go?
i put my hand on the heavy and closed door,
the remains of the parade,
the silence laughs along with the fact that i won't be sleeping again tonight
dir en grey, "glass skin"
GLASS SKIN
woohyun/dongwoo/sunggyu
The first time Dongwoo walks in on Sunggyu and Woohyun is an accident, really. He's up late for some reason he can't quite figure out, like too much light coming in the window or nerves or who knows (they don't really need reasons to be unable to sleep, these days), and he gently pushes Sunggyu and Woohyun's bedroom door open and sticks his head inside.
The name on the tip of his tongue dies when he sees the way they're moving.
Dongwoo's thought about this before, but he's never seen it in action -- the way that Woohyun's hips roll, riding Sunggyu's cock with singleminded intensity. He keeps focusing on unimportant details, little things, like the way Woohyun's fingers curl against Sunggyu's ribs and the way Sunggyu's hands slide down to Woohyun's ass and spread, so Dongwoo can see everything. Everything, Jesus fucking Christ he's never been this turned on before in his life.
He slips from the room just as silently as he'd entered and jerks off in the bathroom, desperate and caught in a wave of secondhand arousal. When he comes, he's not sure whose name it is he says.
It makes practice awkward for the next week. Every time Dongwoo sees Woohyun he imagines the tense line of his throat and the sheen of sweat on his skin. Every time he sees Sunggyu he imagines the tensing and relaxing of the muscles in Sunggyu's stomach and the way he'd bitten his lip. The images come back every time Sunggyu smiles at him or Woohyun wraps an arm around his shoulder, and Dongwoo knows the way he keeps getting flustered and forgetting steps is totally uncharacteristic, but he can't help it.
Dongwoo should probably be more disturbed than he is, or at least slightly bothered by the fact that the idea of two of his bandmates fucking gets him off faster than anything else has before.
"Dongwoo-yah, are you feeling okay?" Sunggyu asks, sitting down next to him against the mirrored wall of their dance practice room. He offers a bottle of water, and Dongwoo takes it gratefully. "You've been off all day. It's not like you."
He must be more noticeable than he thought, if Sunggyu is asking him personally instead of just yelling at him the way he does when it's Myungsoo who forgets steps. "I'm okay," he says. "I just haven't been sleeping well, so I'm tired."
Sunggyu looks at him for a long moment. "Okay," he says. "You know if you can't sleep you can always come to our room, right?"
That's exactly the problem, Dongwoo thinks. I did.
"Sure," he says instead, burying the now-familiar wave of arousal under a cheerful grin and a nudge to Sunggyu's shoulder. "But what if you're sleeping?"
"Doesn't matter," Sunggyu says, waving a hand. "Come in anyway."
"As long as you don't yell at me for waking you up," Dongwoo says, pushing himself up into a standing position and offering Sunggyu an hand to pull him up as well. "Maybe I should have you sign this in blood beforehand."
Sunggyu tries to smack him, and Dongwoo ducks away, laughing. He's so glad to have the status quo at least somewhat regained that he doesn't notice the way that Woohyun's watching them from the other side of the room -- doesn't notice the half-smile on Woohyun's face, or the way that he and Sunggyu lock eyes before Sunggyu nods slightly.
If he had, things might have gone a little differently.
Two weeks later, Dongwoo finds himself awake again, staring up at the ceiling from his bed and listening to the even in, out of Sungyeol's breathing. Half of him wants to take Sunggyu up on his offer, to climb into Sunggyu's bed and cuddle and fall asleep that way, but the other half is worried about what he might find if he opens that door. After two weeks where all it took was a stray touch or glance to have him half-hard, Dongwoo's not sure he wants to subject himself to that kind of mental torture again.
But he's restless and not at all sleepy, so Dongwoo gets out of bed and heads to the kitchen. He's fairly sure that a glass of water won't actually cure his insomnia, but it's a good starting point.
Standing in the kitchen with a glass in his hand, Dongwoo can hear murmuring from Sunggyu and Woohyun's room. They're too quiet and he's too far away to make out the words, but he hears something that sounds like Woohyun's low laugh and he thinks he probably knows what's going on.
Did Sunggyu have this in mind when he invited Dongwoo into their room?
Dongwoo puts his glass down on the counter and takes the few steps he needs to stand in front of the door to Sunggyu and Woohyun's room. Even with his forehead pressed against the wood, he can't make out much more of their conversation than he could before --
The door swings open, and Dongwoo comes face-to-face with Woohyun.
"Oh," Woohyun says. He's wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants, hipbones visible over the waistband, and Dongwoo swallows hard. "Hyung, you can't sleep?"
"I," Dongwoo says. "This --"
"Woohyun-ah," Sunggyu says from inside. "Dongwoo-yah, come in, okay? Don't just stand in the doorway."
Before Dongwoo can protest one way or another, Woohyun takes him by the wrist and pulls him inside. When his eyes adjust to the darkness -- because it's black as pitch in their room, Dongwoo doesn't know how they manage it -- he can make out Sunggyu on his stomach in his bed, his chin propped up on one hand. "Couldn't sleep?" he asks, which is a redundant question, because it's like three in the morning, why else would Dongwoo be awake?
"No," Dongwoo says, because it's an easy word. And it's true.
"Come here," Sunggyu says, rolling onto his side to make room for Dongwoo.
Dongwoo goes, but he doesn't stretch out. "You two," he says, glancing back and forth between Sunggyu and Woohyun, who's still lingering by the door, leaning against the closet. "You're --"
"Sleeping together," Woohyun says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Woohyun," Sunggyu says, his voice a little tart. When he continues, though, he's much mellower, one hand coming to rest between Dongwoo's shoulderblades. "I knew you walked in on us that one night," he says, sitting up a little and turning Dongwoo's chin to look at him. "It wasn't exactly hard to figure out the connection between that and the way you kept getting flustered whenever Woohyun or I touched you."
Dongwoo blushes bright red and thanks all the powers that be for the darkness of the room. "So, what?" he asks, less a demand than a plea. "You invited me back here for a threesome?"
"Yep," Woohyun says, uncrossing his arms and taking a couple steps so he can lean against the bedframe instead. "So you can touch what you've just been imagining for the last couple weeks."
"Who says I've been imagining anything?" Dongwoo says, aware that it's not at all convincing.
Woohyun smiles that infuriatingly sexy, cocky smirk that he has sometimes. "Are you trying to tell me you haven't been?" he asks, leaning down a little until he's in Dongwoo's airspace, invasive. "You haven't been thinking about getting him on his knees for you? Haven't been thinking about fucking me?"
"Woohyun," Sunggyu says as Dongwoo buries his face in his hands.
Sunggyu's hands are warm on Dongwoo's back and shoulders, and he's using the leader voice -- not the 'you just screwed up bigtime and are about to get it' voice, but the quieter one, the one he uses when he's talking to the members one-on-one about something that will stay between them. "It's just an offer, Dongwoo-yah," Sunggyu says, his thumb rubbing circles at the base of Dongwoo's neck. "You don't have to stay."
The problem is that Dongwoo wants to, of course. The problem is that he has been imagining Sunggyu on his knees with his mouth around Dongwoo's cock, he has been imagining Woohyun riding him with the same intensity that he'd been riding Sunggyu those weeks ago. The decision is already made. Dongwoo just has to work up the nerve to vocalize it.
"Dongwoo-yah." Sunggyu turns his head until they're eye to eye, then kisses him, more hesitant than Dongwoo would have expected -- Sunggyu is their leader, after all, and Dongwoo would have expected more force. But no, that's Woohyun's forte, isn't it? Woohyun has always been the more aggressively sexual of the two.
"Okay," Dongwoo says against Sunggyu's mouth.
Sunggyu doesn't say anything else, just keeps kissing him until Dongwoo is light-headed with it. Sunggyu is a very good kisser -- not all that surprising -- and Dongwoo's having a hard time remembering how to breathe. But it's good, it's nice. He's nervous, but it's nice.
When the bed dips next to him, Dongwoo abruptly remembers Woohyun's presence. He pulls back from Sunggyu, and then Woohyun's hands are on him -- his shoulder, his thigh -- and they're kissing. Woohyun kisses differently than Sunggyu does, but it's still good. Where Sunggyu was gentle, Woohyun is rougher, teeth scraping over Dongwoo's lower lip, kissing to conquer.
This is all very overwhelming.
Sunggyu slides his hands up Dongwoo's shirt, his lips against the back of Dongwoo's neck. Dongwoo doesn't even know what he's supposed to be doing -- should he be undressing? Or leaving it to them? Who is supposed to be in what position? And then Sunggyu's fingertips slide a little down the front of his sweatpants and Dongwoo forgets to worry about anything.
"Take this off," Woohyun says, tugging at Dongwoo's shirt. It's not really a request. Dongwoo obeys, and when he leans back against Sunggyu he finds that Sunggyu's shed his shirt, too. The feeling of skin against skin is intoxicating.
"So I was thinking," Woohyun says, his palm pressed flat against Dongwoo's hipbone, "that you could fuck Sunggyu, and watch him go down on me."
The unashamed eroticism of the suggestion makes Dongwoo shudder, and behind him he hears Sunggyu make a vaguely amused sound in the back of his throat. "Did I give you permission to volunteer me?" Sunggyu asks, his voice a rumble against Dongwoo's back.
"No," Woohyun says. "But don't pretend you don't like the idea."
"Fair enough."
Suddenly Dongwoo is imagining it: The way Sunggyu would look on all fours, the curve of his back, his mouth on Woohyun's cock. He makes a sound that's fairly desperate and turns his head to mouth along Sunggyu's jawline. "Then we're in agreement," Woohyun says, tugging at Dongwoo's sweatpants.
Then they're naked, and Dongwoo finds himself transfixed by watching Sunggyu and Woohyun kiss. They don't make any sense together, really -- Woohyun is so brash and forward and aggressive, and Sunggyu is strong, sure, but he's not the personality that fills the room, not the way that Woohyun is. But watching them kiss, it make a little more sense -- Sunggyu encourages gentleness in Woohyun, and Woohyun makes Sunggyu rise to the challenge.
When Sunggyu breaks the kiss and gasps, Dongwoo's gaze follows the line of Woohyun's arm down Sunggyu's back and focuses on where his fingers are -- working into Sunggyu's body, which explains why Sunggyu's fingers are grasping for purchase on Woohyun's shoulders.
"Hyung," Woohyun says, and it takes Dongwoo a second to realize that Woohyun means him. "Come here."
Dongwoo scoots a little closer on the bed, and Woohyun hands him a half-empty bottle of lube. "Touch him," he instructs, and Dongwoo glances between the bottle and the arch of Sunggyu's back before he puts two and two together.
Sunggyu is hot inside and impossibly tight, and Dongwoo can feel the minute twitches of muscle protesting the intrusion. "Okay?" he asks, leaning forward on a whim so he can press a kiss between Sunggyu's shoulderblades.
"Yeah," Sunggyu says, his voice shaky. Woohyun is jerking him off in slow, even strokes -- Dongwoo supposes he can understand a little breathlessness. "Keep going."
So Dongwoo rests one hand at the base of Sunggyu's spine and fingers him until Sunggyu's breaths are ending with whimpers and his thighs are trembling with the effort of keeping himself upright. It's really something else, Dongwoo thinks, to see their usually cool and composed leader come totally undone like this -- desperate and trembling under his and Woohyun's touches, on the verge of begging. It's totally debauched and filthy and wonderful. Dongwoo wonders that he ever considered saying no.
"Please," Sunggyu says, a gasp that's shaped sort of like a moan. "Dongwoo-yah—Woohyun, God—"
Woohyun hands Dongwoo a condom over Sunggyu's back and kneels back on his haunches, putting Sunggyu's face about level with his crotch. "Have fun," he advises Dongwoo, cupping Sunggyu's face in one hand as Sunggyu takes Woohyun's cock in his mouth.
When Dongwoo pushes forward, pushes into Sunggyu's body, there's a moment of resistance and then it's easy as anything. Dongwoo eases forward in tiny, shallow thrusts until his hips are flush against Sunggyu's, and he has absolutely no idea what he's doing. No idea. But there's something very instinctive about this, appealing to -- his animal instincts, or something, and Dongwoo really needs to stop thinking.
"Jesus," he catches himself muttering under his breath. Woohyun chuckles.
"I know," he says.
Dongwoo adjusts his grip on Sunggyu's hips and pulls out, thrusts back in -- Sunggyu makes a sound, muffled by Woohyun's cock, and it shoots straight through Dongwoo's nerves. He picks up the pace, moving faster, harder, mostly just wanting Sunggyu to make that sound again -- and Sunggyu does, arching his back, his fingernails digging into Woohyun's thighs. With his mouth full, most of Sunggyu's sounds are stifled, but that just serves to fuel the heat building in the pit of Dongwoo's stomach.
Woohyun threads his fingers through Sunggyu's hair and tugs abruptly. "Don't," he says, which confuses Dongwoo until Woohyun continues, "we need your voice tomorrow."
So even in a situation like this, Woohyun can be considerate. And Sunggyu -- Dongwoo resolves that he'll find out what Sunggyu can do with his throat the next time they have a day to themselves.
Dongwoo's not sure if Woohyun has a sixth sense for these things or what, but when Dongwoo is on the verge of orgasm -- literally when his head is spinning with it, his thrusts erratic -- Woohyun reaches out and drags him close, kissing him forcefully, so hard Dongwoo tastes copper on his tongue. It's the last thing Dongwoo needs -- he shudders and gasps something obscene into Woohyun's mouth, biting Woohyun's lip as he rides the shockwaves out.
Sunggyu moans around Woohyun's cock and redoubles his efforts, and it takes minutes, maybe, until Woohyun throws his head back and chokes down a moan as he comes. Apparently whatever qualms he had about letting Sunggyu deepthroat end at that -- Woohyun seems to have no problem with coming in Sunggyu's mouth, his hips moving in minute jerks until he slumps down.
But that leaves Sunggyu, still. Dongwoo sits back and pulls Sunggyu back against him, wraps his hand around Sunggyu's neglected erection and strokes fast and firmly, until Sunggyu moans and Dongwoo has to stifle him with a hand over his mouth as he comes.
In the aftermath, Sunggyu slumps back against Dongwoo's chest, and Woohyun leans against the baseboard of the bed, one leg stretched out and the other folded under him. "Fulfill your fantasies?" he asks, cocky even in his exhaustion.
Dongwoo can't help laughing softly. "You have no idea," he says, dragging his fingers through the mess on Sunggyu's stomach just because he can.
"I bet I do," Woohyun says, nudging Sunggyu in the thigh with his toes.
Sunggyu stirs and turns his head towards Dongwoo, nosing absently against his jaw and sighing. "This doesn't have to be a one-time thing, okay?" he says, shivering as Dongwoo's fingers trail over his hip. "Come by any time."
Woohyun gives Dongwoo a thumbs-up from where he has his head tilted into the corner between the bedframe and the wall. "It's good, right?"
"Yeah," Dongwoo says, nodding. "It's good."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: written as a fill for
kpopkinkmeme!
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IN A GOOD WAY. CONSIDERATE LEADER YES. UM. I IMAGINE IT MIGHT BE AWKWARD. DONGWOO YOU ARE NOT SO SUBTLE AS YOU THINK.
"Are you trying to tell me you haven't been?" he asks, leaning down a little until he's in Dongwoo's airspace, invasive. "You haven't been thinking about getting him on his knees for you? Haven't been thinking about fucking me?"
...help.
woohyun volunteering sunggyu lmfao.
Suddenly Dongwoo is imagining it: The way Sunggyu would look on all fours, the curve of his back, his mouth on Woohyun's cock. He makes a sound that's fairly desperate and turns his head to mouth along Sunggyu's jawline.
sdgk;sjdlkgjsd um yes that image well.
so how did sunggyu's voice fare the next day.
SCREAMING AT YOU
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hmm well i imagine his voice was a little throatier than usual... hehehe
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So Dongwoo rests one hand at the base of Sunggyu's spine and fingers him until Sunggyu's breaths are ending with whimpers and his thighs are trembling with the effort of keeping himself upright.
WEEPS AT YOU EMILY, WEEPS AT YOU
even though this is focused on the
delicious, amazingporn, i think you captured sunggyu, woohyun, and dongwoo really well. also, A+ for sunggyu being the submissive one in the bedroom lfkjsdklgfhhdsBUT UH YEAH THIS IS JUST REALLY AMAZING?? rolls in your writing ;A;
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)oh and ofc sunggyu on his knees ;_____;
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-18 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)/sobs
I loved everything ;~~~; it was so flawless and I just ugh I'm so incoherent. Just, WOW. I loved the whole ~thing~ between Woohyun and Sunggyu haha. And they're so very generous to allow Dongwoo to join in with the fun \o/ Thank you for writing such an amazing thing and thank you for making my day :D <333
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oops ;;
i'm glad you liked it ♥ thanks for reading!
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once i finished reading and saw that this had been written as a fill for kinkmeme, i was even more excited since i was the one who made the request. :D
thank you so much for filling it! i really enjoyed it! this has always been my infinite ot3 and reading fic for them has brought me great happiness. it's even more great since it's porn!
♥
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-22 05:56 am (UTC)(link)Homgz can I just say how much I loved this:
So Dongwoo rests one hand at the base of Sunggyu's spine and fingers him until Sunggyu's breaths are ending with whimpers and his thighs are trembling with the effort of keeping himself upright.
I LOVED IT. All the parts. Every single one. I want more of their adventures, I want you to write their adventures every day for the rest of forever.
On a less porn-related note, I genuinely enjoy the way you write as a whole, not just the naughty bits. You're just terrific.
I have already read this three times. I will be reading it again in the future. Thank you so much for sharing this loveliness with the world.
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 04:52 am (UTC)(link)Woohyun hands Dongwoo a condom over Sunggyu's back and kneels back on his haunches, putting Sunggyu's face about level with his crotch. "Have fun,"
The sounds I made when I read this part were not human.
This is so unexpectedly delicious, I didn't think I'd like this ot3 ;^; but you're a God with words. Memming & rereading. ♥
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(Anonymous) 2012-01-23 04:53 am (UTC)(link)no subject
and i'm flattered that you read it even though it's not your usual thing ♥ thanks!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
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i'm too incoherent to leave a normal comment
so i'll just say i loved it to bits and that this fic is perfect, nothing hurts
and idk omg. ; ;
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