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[MEME]: wee fic #2
wee fic meme, #2.
leave me a pairing (and a prompt, if you want) and i'll write you a wee fic based on it!
sadly only infinite are invited to this party, since i'm having a lot of second invasion feels right now.
leave me a pairing (and a prompt, if you want) and i'll write you a wee fic based on it!
sadly only infinite are invited to this party, since i'm having a lot of second invasion feels right now.
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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When Dongwoo's voice cracks for the fourth consecutive time on the high note, the managers lock him and Sunggyu in the practice room and tell them not to come out until it's perfect. It's not altogether the most orthodox way of doing things, that's for sure, but with two days until the concert, they're a little desperate—it's too late to change the lineup that much, and besides, Dongwoo is determined.
"Just coach me," he asks (pleads with) Sunggyu, putting both hands on Sunggyu's shoulders and holding him in place. "I can do it, okay? I know I can do it, you've heard me. I'm just tense."
So, of course, Sunggyu agrees. He's always had a hard time saying no to Dongwoo.
They stay in the studio for two hours. Sunggyu goes through vocal exercises with Dongwoo—singing scales and round vowels, giving him tips on how not to scoop up to high notes. "Just relax a little, okay?" he finally says, taking the mic away from Dongwoo. "You're tensing up and it's not doing anything good to your voice."
Dongwoo makes a frustrated noise, almost a growl, and scuffs his toe on the studio floor. "I'm gonna mess it up, aren't I," he says. There's so much dejection in his voice already that Sunggyu almost wants to reach out and touch him. "Why did I think this was a good idea?"
"Stop it," Sunggyu says. He gives in to the urge to wrap his fingers around Dongwoo's wrist. "You'll be fine. Stop trying to sing like me and just sing like yourself."
Dongwoo's quiet for a second, just looking at him. Somehow, it feels important, so Sunggyu lets him look—he meets Dongwoo's eyes and tries to tell him, You'll be fine, stop worrying, everything will go just like we want it to. It's funny, because he's not used to being the encouraging, supportive one.
When Dongwoo pushes him up against the mirrored wall and kisses him, Sunggyu's not all that surprised. "This isn't really what I meant when I said you should relax," he mutters, his fingers threading through Dongwoo's hair even as he speaks.
"Yeah, I know," Dongwoo says, his grin curving against the edge of Sunggyu's jaw. "But I like this idea better than sleep and tea."
Sunggyu braces himself against the piano when Dongwoo fucks him, as hard and unforgiving as Dongwoo is capable of being—which is not very, but it's enough for Sunggyu to understand how on-edge Dongwoo must be. They all know what pressure feels like, and they all know the weight of expectations, but this is the furthest outside Dongwoo's comfort zone that he's stepped, and Sunggyu knows he's worried.
Sunggyu can be selfish sometimes, terribly so. He wants to think that this is something he's doing for Dongwoo, but he knows he's also doing it for himself.
So he lets Dongwoo fuck him with his hands pressed one octave above and below middle C, with the edge of the piano bench digging into his knee, kisses Dongwoo's mouth when he can crane his neck enough to reach. He comes, shuddering, into Dongwoo's hand, and Dongwoo—thoughtful even when he's stressed—cleans them up with napkins left over from the last meal they ate here.
Afterwards, Sunggyu hands the mic back to Dongwoo and sprawls out on the floor to watch. "Try again," he says.
Dongwoo does. When he hits the note, Sunggyu applauds; when the song is over, he holds out his arms until Dongwoo gets the hint and sprawls out on top of him.
"Say it," Dongwoo says, his chin propped on Sunggyu's collarbone.
"I told you so," Sunggyu says, with no small amount of self-satisfaction.
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)He's always had a hard time saying no to Dongwoo. eheheheheheheh.
So he lets Dongwoo fuck him with his hands pressed one octave above and below middle C grgiushlgkhj lol sobs dies auuuuugh wow too many feels n_______n
i offer you shirtless hoya as thanks (but ofc you've seen him today already fhlkfgjgklfh)
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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hard mode: include dongwoo showing hoya how it's done with that floor humping
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Just As Planned
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The first time Dongwoo shows off the move—the one Dongwoo, apparently, Strongly Suggests that Hoya use during his solo stage—Hoya's brain just short circuits. It's not even one particular thing, at least not that he can think of (not that he can think of a whole lot at the moment)—it's the whole thing, the body rolling, the sweat on Dongwoo's shoulderblades, the way he puts his tongue between his teeth when he's focusing. Jesus. Hoya should have known this was a bad idea.
And then Dongwoo turns over, braces himself on the floor, and repeats.
Hoya's on him before he even stands up—thank god they're the only two here. "Hoya&mdash" Dongwoo manages, and then they're kissing, and Dongwoo's hands are fisted in the back of Hoya's shirt, and.
Seconds, minutes, hours later: "I can't believe you want me to do this on stage," Hoya gasps. He rolls his hips down against Dongwoo's, demanding, and Dongwoo's fingers slip where they're tight on Hoya's skin. "In front of eight thousand people."
"What?" Dongwoo says. "Just think about me."
Hoya does: He thinks about Dongwoo naked under him, the way their skin slides and sticks, Dongwoo's fingers on his hips, Dongwoo's cock inside him—the way that Dongwoo's movements are just as fluid when he's fucking as when he's dancing, and then Hoya (inadvisably) thinks about eight thousand people seeing them like this. Seeing Dongwoo taking Hoya apart, very slowly, making him writhe and muffle curses against Dongwoo's skin.
Hoya comes in a sudden rush of white noise and a muffled gasp of Dongwoo's name, and then Dongwoo fucks him straight through the aftershocks until he's making whimpering noises in the back of his throat, uncharacteristic but necessary. When Dongwoo comes, he kisses Hoya's throat and stays inside him for a long moment, just lingering.
"I'm not going to think about you onstage," Hoya decides aloud. It seems like it's for the best.
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can I just prompt you with all the dongwoo
please
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(Anonymous) 2013-05-01 02:38 am (UTC)(link)~Kat
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yeah i wrote a yadong thing ig for some reason i thought that was a good idea. as usual it was natalee's fault lmfao. PLS ENJOY
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-03 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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(Anonymous) 2012-04-01 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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Actually, they don't even make it to the bedroom. Sunggyu pushes Woohyun up against the back of the couch and it's all downhill from there—or rather, down to the floor, because that's where Woohyun ends up on his back, with his pants around his thighs and Sunggyu's mouth on his dick.
"Twenty-two," Woohyun gasps out, and thanks all the deities he knows for apartments close to workplaces. Thirty-minute lunch breaks can be surprisingly productive.
Twenty minutes: They shed their shirts and Sunggyu fingers Woohyun open in quick, rough motions, familiarity and lack of time hastening the process. It's fine, that's fine—Woohyun likes the way Sunggyu's fingers press against him, into him, the way Sunggyu's thumb still brushes gently back and forth over his hipbone even as he makes fireworks behind Woohyun's eyelids.
Seventeen minutes: Sunggyu slides into Woohyun and they stifle gasps into each others' mouths, because they've been doing this for years but it never gets less intense. It's still startlingly intimate, the way Sunggyu feels inside him, the way Sunggyu's body feels over his—Woohyun doesn't think he could ever get used to this.
"Harder," Woohyun demands, digging his heel into the back of Sunggyu's thigh. Sunggyu complies.
Thirteen minutes: "Fuck," Sunggyu gasps, a shudder rippling through him as he comes. Woohyun's still hard, so hard it hurts, almost, and he arches up against Sunggyu so his erection rubs between their bodies.
"Oh, come on," he says, his nails digging into Sunggyu's back. "Fucking touch me, god, we have like ten minutes left—"
"Twelve," Sunggyu corrects.
He pulls out of Woohyun and ties off the condom, and then in what seems like one movement crooks his fingers back into Woohyun's ass and goes down on him, all the way down, his throat working around the tip of Woohyun's cock, and Woohyun can't even think much less make words but he's pretty sure what he just moaned was once Sunggyu's name—
Ten minutes: Woohyun comes down Sunggyu's throat and collapses back onto the hardwood floor, his head making a dull thunk when it collides. "Hey," Sunggyu says, propped up on one arm over Woohyun, "you okay?"
Woohyun opens one eye and says, "Kiss me, asshole," and drags Sunggyu down to do just that.
Seven minutes: Woohyun is mostly dressed, his tie half-knotted around his neck and his cufflinks back in position. They have this down to a science, almost—the lunchtime quickie, and Woohyun knows it'll only take him three minutes to get back to the office. Two, if he catches the crosswalk right.
"Want coffee before you go?" Sunggyu calls from the kitchen.
"Nah," Woohyun says. "We have a new coffee boy at the office. I kinda like intimidating him when he brings the cart by."
"You're a terrible person."
There's some rattling in the kitchen. Woohyun looks up just in time to see Sunggyu come out into the living room, still gloriously naked, with a mug of tea in his hands. His hair is a mess and his eyes are sleepy, but he's still the most gorgeous thing Woohyun's ever seen.
"On second thought," Woohyun says.
He ends up being late.
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i would keysmash harder by my roommate is asleep
can you hear my brain screaming from two floors down
can you
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you should do something to satisfy my spn crossover needs and have one of them be a hunter and the other be his gay angel soulmateu or something IDK
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Dongwoo cups water in his hand and lifts it, drips it over Woohyun's forearm. Woohyun's arms are around his waist—have to be, because there's not enough room for anything else—and it's the easiest place for Dongwoo to reach, and he's tired. They're both tired, actually, the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that settles in after very long practices and very long concerts. Dongwoo aches in places that he didn't even know could ache. Judging by the expression on Woohyun's face, he does, too.
"S' nice," Woohyun says, reciprocating the gesture so beads of water slide down Dongwoo's chest. It feels nice. Dongwoo closes his eyes, lets his head rest back against Woohyun's shoulder. "Relaxing."
Eyes closed, Dongwoo circles his fingers around Woohyun's wrist. "Mm."
It's nice, being like this. The water in the bath is warm and the air is heavy with steam, and if Dongwoo stops thinking for long enough, he can pretend that there's nothing waiting for them outside—no other bandmates who need to use the bathtub, no long practices, no too-bland food that they work too hard to earn.
Woohyun's fingers trail low along his stomach. "Okay?" he asks. Dongwoo knows what he means, so he nods, eyes still closed—tilts his head to press his nose against the edge of Woohyun's jaw, inhaling. Sweat, and heat, and Woohyun's skin cream. And Woohyun's fingers skim lower along his stomach, over the rise of his hipbone, curling loosely around Dongwoo's half-hard cock and stroking.
They're tired, so it's slow, but Dongwoo doesn't mind. He lets Woohyun touch him for a few long moments, long, slow strokes almost in time with the rise and fall of Woohyun's chest, and then he pushes Woohyun's hand away so he can turn to face him. In such a small bathtub it's hard to manage, but they've done it before, and besides, it's not like they mind the proximity.
"Easier access?" Woohyun says with a grin, reaching out to cup one hand around the back of Dongwoo's neck. When they kiss it's the easiest thing in the world, because Woohyun has always been easy, to Dongwoo.
"Something like that," Dongwoo laughs, teeth scraping over Woohyun's lower lip.
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THE END
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hehe i'm just gonna assume there ain't a limit ok
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quite possibly the most cliched prompt but i need this to happen ok ;;;;
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idek smth like this