wobaozhewo
Pairing: Blohyuk
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Tablo watches as Eunhyuk's hips swing to the time of the music.
"What do you think, hyung? Jungsoo-hyung says it's gonna be a big hit, but I think it needs some refining--Maybe if I--"
Eunhyuk does a shoulder shrug leading to some sweeping steps. "I wonder if that would work..."
The way he rolls his torso looks extremely familiar, not from a dance though it could be that (but it isn't), and Tablo can't quite pin what it is.
The hips keep swaying, and Tablo's eyes keep following. One, two, three, four. Five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, fo--
"Hyukkie-yah..." Tablo says, eyes still trained on a very interesting hip movement, and noting something he was very used to seeing. "What are you thinking about?"
Eunhyuk stops his movements and looks up. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Like... what are you thinking of when you come up with those movements? What's your inspiration for the choreography?" Tablo pauses, right before getting up from his warm spot on the bed and taking a hand to palm the front of Eunhyuk's pants. "What's this?"
Immediately, Eunhyuk looks down at himself, and Tablo's hand is undoubtedly a little too gentle on his very subtle hard-on. "I--I--"
"Are you thinking about sex?" Tablo smirks. "That little hip cock there, didn't you do that last night?" He leans in close to breathe on Eunhyuk's ear, "When you were begging me to touch you?"
Eunhyuk's cheek is definitely hot against his, and he slides his hand under the loose tank top to feel firm, taut muscles.
"H-Hyung..."
It's a whimper. It's a whimper, and it's so different from the explosion of charisma when he's dancing on stage, but just as attractive, and just as seductive. Tablo knows its all his, but he can't stop that bit of jealousy from rolling through his brain.
"Are you planning on showing the world how you look when you're having sex with me? I don't know how to feel about that," he says, lips against Eunhyuk's neck and Eunhyuk's hands snake up his back, under his shirt, and slides kisses down his face, soft and wet.
Their mouths meet and tongues twine together, their hands brushing restless and recklessly underneath their clothing.
"Uhng--" Eunhyuk pulls Tablo's shirt up and off without much precursor and his tongue starts trailing from one nipple to another and down... down... down, slowly to Tablo's navel, and just a bit lower. Oh my god, just a bit lower.
"Mmfh--nnh--"
"Hyukjae? Nngha-hahh--" Tablo groans out, fingers running through what's left of Eunhyuk's short black hair when Eunhyuk suddenly hugs close to his leg, nuzzling his pelvis against his knee, face buried breathing hard and quick against his stomach. Something wet and coarse flickers on his skin, and he realizes it's Eunhyuk's tongue licking his lips. It feels good, but it's not enough and he pulls Eunhyuk up, kisses him roughly, then pushes him onto the bed just as hard.
In a blur of motion, Eunhyuk takes off his top and reaches for Tablo's fly. Tablo gets the picture very quickly and helps Eunhyuk with the same. Next thing he knows, they're both down to just briefs and on the bed and Eunhyuk's hips arch up as Tablo's grind down. Their lips are like magnets, connecting and reconnecting effortlessly until Tablo's hand finds Eunhyuk's neck and feels compelled to trail his tongue across his chin. Eunhyuk's hands slip under the elastic of Tablo's underwear and time stops, or is it that the world can't stop spinning, because fingers, his fingers feel like fire and electricity and the most awesome, fantastic pleasure he thinks he can ever feel. Is able to feel.
Then, the fabric is moving down, off of him, and Tablo catches the half lidded eyes, teeth gritting in need. He needs, too, and wants to nip at that mouth, gasping when it's like Eunhyuk reads his mind and his head comes up to bring their lips together, tracing a path to the hollow of his neck and to his collar as they both help each other get rid of the last obstruction between them.
Tablo takes a moment to plant kisses on the silky skin of his collarbone and along the dip where he can feel Eunhyuk's pulse throbbing. For me, he thinks, smoothing his hands down Eunhyuk's waist, hips, and taking a detour to palm his ass.
"Ahh... hyung, I-Ngh-Could you--NGHUH," Eunhyuk chokes out, gives up on words and, instead, wraps his legs tight around Tablo's hips. With an incredible amount of force, he rolls himself to be on top and bears down his cock almost zealously to rub against Tablo's.
"Oh, god! H-Hyu-nn-Hyukkie-yah, no, no!" he stutters, and jerkily rolls Eunhyuk back under him, careful to keep their hips apart. Those wide eyes glittering up at him as they both pant from their struggle nearly pushes Tablo over the edge, and--"Ngh Hyukjae!" he yells, feeling brazen fingertips stroke his length and it feels so damn good, give in give in make me come--"No!" Tablo grunts, panting and grabbing away the hand from his cock, and he holds hostage every limb to keep Eunhyuk from grazing where he'd lose control.
"But why? I nee--Y-You look like you liked it," Eunhyuk says, and there's so much sincerity there, that Tablo can't help leaning down to catch it between their lips, sucking lightly on the tongue that slips into his mouth. The vibrations of Eunhyuk's moan makes his cock twitch and he nearly bucks his hips in to touch; only a miracle keeps him from getting so far.
"I do like it, Hyukkie," he utters, low and crazy, like a starving man with the most fulfilling meal anyone could ever have laid before him... who deprives himself of it. "I like it a lot," he circles Eunhyuk's nipple with his tongue once, "More than you," twice, "Think," and Tablo finally trails directly on it, gently taking it between his teeth. Eunhyuk groans in rhythm with his suckling.
"Say my name," he whispers, puffing warm air to the hardened point against his tongue.
Eunhyuk complies, eyes glimmering with something Tablo associates with desperation and relentless arousal. "Nhng, T-Tablo," he says, hips attempting in earnest to reach for contact, for heat, for any part of the man above him, but Tablo won't let him.
"Wrong answer," he puffs against the sensitive nub again.
Hands reach for Tablo's hair and he sucks on the pale skin to subdue that throb in his groin when Eunhyuk gasps, "S-Seonwoong! Seonwoong, hyung, I-I need--" and Tablo loses his dominance when Eunhyuk's stronger legs slip from him to clamp around his hips, feeling Eunhyuk's cock, hard and sleek against his hipbone.
Tablo moans, but manages to push them apart just enough to keep from the temptation of friction. "Hyukjae, not yet," he says, as Eunhyuk turns them and pushes Tablo's back into the pillow against the headboard, trying to catch his ear with bold teeth. Eunhyuk's eyes are hooded, but it's obvious how bright they are even under the dimmed golden glow of his floor lamp all the way in the opposite corner of the room. Tablo wonders how long he can last, but he wants to see. He needs to see the ache of yearning and the lust that he knows is only for him to prolong.
He trails gentle fingertips down soft skin stretched across the contours of Eunhyuk's ribs and rigid abdomen. "Touch yourself," he whispers, smirking when Eunhyuk, still a bit of innocence in him, goes from pink to red in the cheeks. He listens nonetheless, sitting back and leaning at an angle that allows him the perfect view. This body that Eunhyuk had worked hard to achieve, that's still all only for Tablo to enjoy.
The room is small, quick breaths resonating along the walls, filling Tablo's ears and charging straight to his cock. Eunhyuk licks the thin length of his fingers and caresses his own base while lightly stroking the tip, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Soon, he's pumping himself in slow motions, the fingers at his tip moved to the underside of his--
"Seonwoong...H-hyung," Eunhyuk groans, and Tablo breaks his gaze from those thighs lewdly spread wide to look up at the flushed face, lips parted and slightly wet. His eyes are glazed and dark, focusing on nothing but him, and Tablo realizes his hand stroking himself, his pulse throbbing in his grasp.
"I-Touch..." Eunhyuk says, and he wets the tip of a finger and holds it to his opening, pressing it there until it slowly slips in. "Ungh!"
At that, Tablo jumps, slipping one arm around Eunhyuk's waist. "That's mine," he says, shaking. His hand is already slick with his own precome, and he carefully takes Eunhyuk's finger out and slides in his own. Eunhyuk's half cry, half whimper is music to his ears and he hugs him tight and close, hard muscle against his soft stomach. Their difference is astounding, and yet they both want each other, Tablo thinks, reassures himself, as one finger becomes two and the rhythm speeds up just enough for those hips to rise up for more. Their mouths clash and meld together, impatient and almost determined to become one.
"Hyukjae, you're mine," Tablo breathes on his ear, and his body is pleading to be inside. He draws his hand out of the tight entrance and nearly lurches over to position himself. Then, he moves into him, gradual and deliberate, watching Eunhyuk's face contort with pain and kissing the sweat on his temple and forehead and nose, and the throbbing intensifies and he can feel every oscillation, every beat of Eunhyuk's and his own heart, together. It's heat, it's beautiful and pulsing heat until Eunhyuk's guttural mewling is muffled into Tablo's shoulder and he can't stop the tremor running all along his body to every nerve ending. Tablo needs to lean back because he doesn't think he can move properly, and shifts them to the wall, settling Eunhyuk in his lap with palms massaging the nubs on Eunhyuk's chest. And he's not in control anymore.
"I'm yours," Eunhyuk says, and it sounds like a whine, strained and languished. "But you're m-mine, too," he pants out, and his already high color seems to increase. Shy, Tablo realizes, and he would laugh, but Eunhyuk bends down to lick his jaw, and trail wet lips along his neck, his clavicle, across his chest, all while inclining his hips back and forth and side to side so fluidly with a dancer's rhythm and his cock rubbing against Tablo's stomach and--oh god, the world is changing colors and nothing but Eunhyuk's face is vivid. Eunhyuk biting Tablo's lip, Eunhyuk's tears, Eunhyuk's slender hands massaging his sides, aware of nothing but Eunhyuk moving so frenzied above him.
Nothing but pounding want coursing through his veins taking him out of his body until he's at the very peak, and Tablo cries out, spilling himself just as Eunhyuk sits up and arches to make one final deep push.
"Hyung!" Eunhyuk calls out as he comes too, and falls into Tablo's arms.
And they stay like that, with only enough energy to roll over on their sides. Eunhyuk's eyes, though sleepy, have a luster to them that Tablo knows he's probably mirroring.
His arms hug Eunhyuk's waist snugly, and he buries his face in the crook of his neck, just inhaling and exhaling slowly to catch his breath. Eunhyuk's legs are clamped around his hips, but he sluggishly shifts to break their connection, a bit of sticky liquid released with Tablo's cock. Tablo glides a hand down to keep Eunhyuk's thigh over his hip and they scoot in to each other, as close as possible.
"Hyung..." Eunhyuk yawns, slipping his arms around Tablo's neck.
"Hmm?"
"I'm yours," he says in a drowsy whisper, "No matter what, you're the only one that can make me this way."
Tablo's eyes widen slightly, but then he smirks, "I know," and he gives Eunhyuk a lingering kiss on his shoulder, grazing softly with his lips before settling his nose and forehead against Eunhyuk's. "Just don't show off too much," he says, kissing him. "This," he teases, hips pitching forward, "Is mine only."
Eunhyuk, eyes still closed, smiles and nestles closer.
It's hard to stay jealous with the real thing in front of him anyway.
