yeonjun

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) ｟ lap dance / punishment ｠

"I feel like you made me lose today's game on purpose, baby boy,"

Yeonjun's fingers creep over Jongseong's shoulders, pressing him back into the couch, where he leans over, tilting the younger man's head up to slide their lips together. "And that's not very nice of you," He mumbles, sinking his teeth into his boyfriend's lower lip, "No peeking." Yeonjun's hand slips into his pocket, pulling out his phone to scroll through his music til he finds- ah, there it is. The speaker by the TV chimes as his phone connects, pulsing a gentle purple as it starts to play his song choice; smokey, deep like the red of his satin robe and skirt that swishes gorgeously against his tan skin as he sashays to the front of the couch.

Jongseong is a dream, so pretty and edible. As he sits there, Yeonjun is struck with the desire to just.. bite. He shivers, meeting his boyfriend's dark gaze with his own, black-rimmed cat eyes narrowed.

He rolls his neck, stretching it to the side, fingers playing with the loosely draped satin across his chest. It hides an equally short, matching material skirt that he'd DIY'ed from a pair of flutter shorts and another surprise underneath.

Red was so his colour.

"This is one of those skirts I told you about," Yeonjun pivots on his toes, the fluttery satin twirling just high enough for Jongseong to see a flash of red lace cupping his cheeks as it falls down. Still facing away, Yeonjun unties the loose knot of his robe, letting the material slip down his bare torso. "Do you like it?" He turns, walking towards Jongseong with the music, slow and syrupy, his cheeks flushed pink like his pretty, pert s.

As the beat drops, so does Yeonjun, knees splayed as he slides the robe off, the material brushing so deliciously against his burning skin, leaving him in nothing but the skirt. He crawls once, twice, 'til he's settled between his boyfriend's legs.

His hands slide up Jongseong's thighs as he slides upwards, leaning into his boyfriend's space, shoulders and hips slowly swaying to the music as it rolls over him. It's so easy to fall into a rhythm, letting the music guide his body as he straddles Jongseong, rolling his hips, sliding his hands over his boyfriend's gorgeous body, twisting to fall to the floor where he tightens his knees to rock his up into the air, losing himself to it all, all of it for his boyfriend and , , he's so hard- just wants to be admired, and to be kissed, and touched, and god, Jongseong- he wants him so ing bad.

("Touch me, touch me, Jjongie, please-")

Sweat drips down his neck when he finds himself back into the younger man's lap, rocking his whole body onto Jongseong's as Yeonjun's arms drape themselves across his shoulders, swollen-from-biting lips mouthing at his jawline as the music transitions into something less intense.

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) “yes, yes, yes-“ Yeonjun’s voice is ragged as he pushes Jongseong up, his hands finding their way to clasp his boyfriends shoulders- it feels like oceans are between them, even though he can still feel the warmth of his body- and he tugs his shirt off, long torso stretching as he flings the material somewhere across the room with a soft thump.

He shudders against the sudden cold, reaching to cup Jongseong’s cheeks, tugging gently to slot their lips together; tongue sliding past plush tiers, hot and wet, Yeonjun wanting to re-familiarise himself with the taste of Jay’s mouth, it makes his brain sparkle in a way that hasn’t happened in a long, long time. Jesus, he hates being away from Jongseong as long as he has but he can’t deny that the coming back together is simply magical.

@⊹ choi yeonjun "I wouldn't let you, hyungie. I'm not ready to share you yet." He can't help the growled edge to his words, arms tightening just a little more against the softness of Yeonjun's body. The older is so light he'd be worried if he could spare the mental facilities for it, but now it just makes him focus on each smooth plane and slight curve, the greedy beast appeased only at the thought that nobody else would get to see this except for him.

Each touch lights another piece of his body on fire until his entirety is burning, able to be soothed only by the feeling of Yeonjun's skin against his own, hands roaming clumsily down to push up the offending shirt. "Hyung, hyung if you keep on doing this I-" is the best he can get out, unwilling to unlatch for more than was needed to push oxygen back into his short circuting brain. "Gonna need more-- please?"

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) “And what if making a scene is what I want?” Yeonjun teases, looping his arms around Jongseong’s neck as the younger man carries him easily- god, it’s so easy, Yeonjun’s mind is dizzy at the reminder of how strong his boyfriend is, arms carved from Calcutta marble, honed to perfection- to his bedroom(another think Yeonjun is grateful for- his own room after years of bunking with others).

He busies himself with peppering gentle kisses on Jay’s profile, lingering for just a moment on each one, drinking in his handsome features greedily. Yeonjun could stare and touch Jongseong’s face for hours, and he’d never get tired, never be bored of it.

“I adore you, so I’ll never let you go,” He reassures, flopping a little as they crash onto his bed. His limbs loosen just a touch, before he’s leaning in again, “you’re mine, mine mine, mine forever,” is all he manages before he’s mad with want, desperate to occupy Jeongseong’s lips until they’re gasping for air, entangled too deeply in each other that it’s impossible to see where Yeonjun began, and Jongseong ended.

@⊹ choi yeonjun This is worse, in the best way of course, but still worse, when Yeonjun moves so that he's now fully seated on top of Jongseong, which means that he can feel the way soft thighs and a plush press that much more against himself. It definitely does nothing to help the heat beginning to stir in his gut, and he wants to blame the stress, their lack of time together, but the simple truth of the matter was that his hyung was attractive in the most sinful ways possible and he fell for the trap hook, line, and sinker every time.

"Already am. I'll actually die without you, jjunie hyung, so you have to keep me well fed." Conversation seems like such a waste of time when he can return to those lips again, kiss swollen and glistening, chasing after the chaste press to bite that pouty bottom lip, let himself savour the way his teeth sink for a moment. "--Then you'll have to keep quiet, if we don't wanna make a scene." Words are sighed like he - rightfully- loathes the idea of the other members intruding,hands sliding to firmly grip Yeonjun and hoist him up. "Upsy-daisy. Hold on for a little bit."

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) Yeonjun is so malleable for Jongseong, melting into every crevice of his body as he’s tugged in. His hands have a mind of their own, touching and soothing, tangling in short black locks of hair to remove any bit of air left between their bodies. But it’s still not close enough, sitting side by side, Yeonjun swings his leg over Jongseong’s lap. This is better, Yeonjun thinks, so much better. He breath is a little shaky when they part, lips brushing together and his cheeks are warm, gaze flickering between Jay’s eyes and lips.

“I’m made for you, remember?” He says breathlessly, a smile tugging at the corner for his lips, “Need you to be addicted to me, want me always and forever,”

He twirls strands of hair between his fingers, leaning in to press a sweet, closed-mouth kiss to his boyfriend’s pretty pink mouth.

“The others might be back soon-“ Yeonjun mumbles softly, caressing his fingers, referring to his bandmates who had stepped out for lunch. “Take me to my room? We can get more comfortable?”

@⊹ choi yeonjun "I missed you too." His words were nothing but a near silent whisper against the warmth of plush tiers, moving slowly at first, then with an eagerness as if he had already forgotten what Yeonjun tasted like and needed to learn all over again. The familiar sweetness tickled at his throat and nose, urging Jay to take more, against the corners of cherry lips with urgency. It was like rediscovering air after having lived in a Yeonjun-less vacuum for days on end, and now that he'd gotten his prize back he wouldn't be letting go any time soon.

Arms wrapped around the slim figure to tug the elder closer, palm coming to rest at the small of his back but mindlessly sliding lower, fingers splayed out against fabric. The idea of breathing faded to an afterthought, lost in the warmth of his lover that he could not bear to part with for more than a few seconds at a time. "Hyung, how do you always taste so good..."

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) “Mmm, no I didn’t..” Yeonjun agrees easily, dropping his gaze down to his fingers still stroking Jongseong’s arm. He does feel a little guilty for not making more time to talk to his boyfriend whilst on tour- but he knows that Jay understands, the roles have reversed plenty of times before. But that didn’t mean Yeonjun didn’t feel withdrawal symptoms from a lack of emotional and physical intimacy with his boyfriend.

But didn’t that just mean they had a *lot* of making out- ahem- up to do? Yeonjun thought so. He planned on doing so.

“My poor baby,” He coos, threading their fingers together and squeezing. His heart is pounding in his ears and he wets his lips, his own want for the other swelling and surging, so Yeonjun takes pity on both of them, tilting his to slide their lips together. “I missed you so much,” He mumbles as their lips brush against each other, a soft reacquaintance that changes into something a little deeper, more frantic as he pushes closer to Jay; one hand finding its way to palm his chest, the other draped across his shoulder.

@⊹ choi yeonjun He does groan out loud this time, a quiet noise of half frustration and half desire. "I'm sure it was super busy, hyung. You must have been so busy you didn't even make time to blow me some kisses, right?" At this point Jay's given up all pretense, letting his gaze drop to stare intently at the object of his desire, throat attempting to swallow a sudden thirst. "I'm pratically dying without them, so let's pause on the week for now and..."

In his haste he nearly bumps their noses together, lips just ghosting above glossy tiers, the last string of etiquette forcing a low rumble past dry vocal chords. "May I? Please..."

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) “What I’m doing?”

Yeonjun’s chide is gentle, and his expression morphs into something a little more sharp- amusement glimmering in his warm gaze as once again, he rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. Jay’s staring hasn’t gone unnoticed, which is exactly what he’s been relying on. “I’m not doing anything, baby,” Gentle fingers slide up his boyfriend’s bare forearm, rubbing up and down slowly, “Just trying to tell you about my busy, busy week.”

Yeonjun leans in further, the tip of his nose barely kissing Jongseong’s, and he shivers as the other man’s breath puffs against his lips.

His lips stretch into a wide grin.

“You wanna kiss me?”

@⊹ choi yeonjun He hasn't heard any bit of what Yeonjun was saying for at least the last ten minutes. It's not that Jay wasn't trying, by *god* he was, but it was really, really difficult to focus on words when all he wants to do is stare at the cherry lips that were making those words. He swears the conversation began innocently enough- it was normal to want to catch up with his boyfriend after a long few days, right? But somewhere along the way, his mind had been pulled away by the way the elder toyed with his low lip, how the plush tier looked rolling between pearly teeth and a white tongue.

"No I'm-" He wants to curse under his breath when he finally snaps to, there's something in Yeonjun's gaze that suggests he knows exactly what he's doing but... it works so damn well. Even now he can't stop staring, and it takes what little patience he has left to not just shut them both up by crashing their lips together. He shifts so that he's leaning closer, breath warm puffs of air in the little space left. "--yeah, yeah, there is. and you know it right, hyung? God, what you're doing is so..."

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) “And that’s when Beomgyu-yah said- Jonggie, you’re not paying attention to me,”

Yeonjun’s lips pout over a bent wrist, supporting his head as he rambles about nothing, his brow creasing as he stares at his boyfriend. A picture perfect example of innocence- even if he is anything but. He knows what ticks distract Jongseong, how he bites down with just his canine or soothes his tongue over an already shiny-with-lip-balm lower tier. And after days of days of not seeing Jongseong, all he wants is to have his gorgeous man ravish him-

And he’s positive the feeling is mutual, but Jonggie, sweet, darling Jongseong, was playing the part of good- no, amazing- boyfriend by wanting to hear about Yeonjun’s day.

So Yeonjun had decided to do what he did best- work his angles, a make sure at least one hand was touching his boyfriend at any given time and of course- making his lips the focal point of every bit of conversation.

“Is something distracting you, baby?”

He adores being a menace.

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) [] lmfao you got it, I’ll need to do it in like half an hour o n my lunch break unless u feel like starting off

@⊹ choi yeonjun [] third so I don’t embarrass myself but I’ll keep it short

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) [] 1st or 3rd what do u feel like

@⊹ choi yeonjun why is that a question, unless I’m like, dead, the answer is always yes

@⊹ park jongseong ( jay ) Wanna makeout a lil bit?