Group: Seventeen
Ship: Jeongcheol
Top: Seungcheol
Bottom: Jeonghan
Story:
Jeonghan's obsession with Zayn's 'Pillowtalk' had turned their cozy apartment into a nonstop soundtrack of sultry seduction. The lyrics poured from his speakers at all hours during lazy mornings in the kitchen, while they cooked dinner side by side, and especially late at night when the world outside quieted. Seungcheol, his boyfriend and living partner in crime, had grown accustomed to the constant hum, but lately, it ignited something primal in him. The words about "reckless behavior, paradise turning to war zone, bodies together in pure, dirty bliss" they mirrored the fire between them. Tonight, with the city lights flickering through their thin curtains, Seungcheol decided to make the song their reality. No more passive listening; it was time to live every line, loud and unapologetic.
The evening started innocently enough. Jeonghan lounged on their king-sized bed, phone propped against a pillow, the opening lines drifting through the air: "Climb on board, we'll go slow and high tempo." He was shirtless, wearing only loose sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his lean muscles relaxed as he scrolled through his playlist. Seungcheol entered the bedroom, fresh from a shower, towel slung around his waist, droplets still tracing paths down his broad chest. He locked eyes with Jeonghan, a predatory smile spreading across his face.
'That song again?' Seungcheol said, voice low and rough, dropping the towel to reveal his half-hard cock swinging free. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. 'How about we climb on board for real? Slow at first, then high tempo.'
Jeonghan's breath hitched, his gaze dropping to Seungcheol's thickening length. He set the phone aside but kept the music playing, volume cranked up just enough to vibrate through the walls. 'You serious, Cheol? Act it out?'
Seungcheol didn't answer with words. He grabbed Jeonghan's wrists, pinning them above his head with one large hand, leaning down to claim his mouth in a bruising kiss. Their tongues tangled fiercely slow licks turning to desperate sucks as Seungcheol's free hand roamed, shoving Jeonghan's sweatpants down to expose his ass and cock. Jeonghan arched into it, moaning into the kiss, his body already responding with a flush of heat.
The lyrics shifted: "Light and dark, hold me hard and mellow." Seungcheol released his wrists, flipping Jeonghan onto his stomach with effortless strength. He straddled Jeonghan's thighs, grinding his now fully erect cock against the cleft of his ass. 'Hold you hard,' he growled, one hand fisting Jeonghan's hair to pull his head back, exposing his throat for bites that mixed sharp pain with soothing laps of his tongue. Jeonghan gasped, pushing back, his own cock trapped against the sheets, leaking precum in sticky trails.
'Fuck, Cheol,' Jeonghan panted, voice muffled but eager. Seungcheol reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers before teasing Jeonghan's hole circling the puckered entrance lightly at first, then pressing one finger in deep. Jeonghan clenched around it, a low whine escaping him. Seungcheol added a second, scissoring roughly to stretch him, the burn of it making Jeonghan's toes curl.
"I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure." Seungcheol curled his fingers, nailing Jeonghan's prostate with precision. Jeonghan bucked, a sharp cry ripping from his throat 'Seungcheol!' loud enough to echo off the walls. Seungcheol smirked, thrusting his fingers faster, watching Jeonghan's ass swallow them greedily. 'That's not my name baby!' Seungcheol said a smirk 'Daddy' Jeonghan struggled getting out 'Louder,' he urged, free hand slapping Jeonghan's cheek lightly, the sting blooming into heat. 'Let the neighbors hear how good I make you feel.'
