give a little, get a lot.
For all that Sunggyu is strict with them, he is rarely actually upset, so when he storms into the dorm and slams the door behind him, Hoya knows there must be something really, really wrong. He sets his script down and asks, “Are you alright, hyung?”
Sunggyu huffs and frowns. “Do I look okay to you?” he snaps back.
“I was just asking,” Hoya replies evenly. There’s a pause before he asks, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Suddenly, Sunggyu’s sour expression turns into a positively angelic smile and Hoya feels a creeping sense that he doesn’t know what he’s just done to himself.
Fifteen minutes later, the both of them are shirtless and Sunggyu loosely straddling Hoya’s waist. Hoya leaves a trail of kisses along his jawline, but he stops when Sunggyu practically snarls and demands, “Bite me.”
Surprised, Hoya looks up - Sunggyu always complains when he leaves marks and insists that covering them up is more trouble than they’re worth. “Are you sure it’s alright?” he asks.
In response, Sunggyu starts undoing Hoya’s belt buckle - “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he says, so Hoya bites at the side of Sunggyu’s neck and the strangled sound that Sunggyu makes goes straight to his crotch. He leaves another mark on Sunggyu’s collarbone, and is rewarded when Sunggyu slips a hand into his pants. He sighs heavily; Sunggyu smiles in a way that should make him vaguely nervous, but then Sunggyu starts stroking lightly and any anxiousness is quickly replaced with arousal.
“We can skip the rest of the foreplay just this once, right?” Sunggyu asks, in a tone that suggests his request is more of an order than anything else.
“Whatever’s okay with me,” Hoya replies, so Sunggyu reaches over to grab the lube and hands it over. Hoya uncaps it and squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers, then reaches around Sunggyu’s back to press at his entrance.
“Ready?” he asks, and Sunggyu hums his approval. Slowly, he puts a finger in, then a second, mindful of being as gentle as possible. He crooks his finger just slightly, brushing against where he knows from experience Sunggyu’s prostate is, and is rewarded with a low keening noise.
“Hurry up,” Sunggyu breathes, so Hoya acquiesces and pulls out before pushing three of his fingers in, but after a few moments Sunggyu snaps at him, “You’re still not going fast enough.” He snatches the bottle out of Hoya’s hands before pushing Hoya’s back into the bedsheets. and gives Hoya’s dick a coating of lube before he sits back, carefully maneuvering so gravity helps sink Hoya inside him.
Hoya opens his mouth and is about to insist they should go slower, that Sunggyu needs more preparation for this, but his concern is flooded and overtaken by pleasure as Sunggyu starts riding him.
“Ah, Hoya,” Sunggyu moans, and Hoya can’t quite force out a reply, because any blood in his brain seems to have drained straight downwards, so that he can barely manage coordinating his thrusts with Sunggyu’s - stringing together actual words is an impossibility. All he can register is the sound of Sunggyu’s voice, panting, groaning Hoya’s name in between incoherent noises, the tightness of Sunggyu’s hole around him, the sight of Sunggyu fucking himself on his cock so roughly - when Sunggyu reaches down and starts stroking his own dick Hoya swears he might actually explode, because goddammit this is all such an incredible turn-on and if this is what Sunggyu gets like when he’s irritated then he thinks he would be very, very okay with Sunggyu getting angry at him from now on.
“I think I’m gonna come,” Hoya manages to choke out.
“You can’t,” Sunggyu orders him, voice rough and uneven, but still commanding. “You’re not allowed yet, not until I say you can.”
Hoya tries to make an appeal but Sunggyu just glares and he shuts his mouth and concentrates very, very hard on not finishing. It’s difficult, because Sunggyu keeps making these noises, and seems to be grinding his hips down harder with every thrust, and even his most unarousing thoughts (Woohyun in drag, the one time he accidentally walked in on his parents) do nothing to quell his pressing need to come, let alone distract him from watching his dick sinking into and out of Sunggyu’s ass as Sunggyu touches himself.
Finally, after far far far too long waiting, Sunggyu leans over and breathes into his ear, “Okay, now,” and Hoya comes so hard that he sees white for a few moments, and only knows that Sunggyu follows by the obscene moan he makes and the feeling of stray splatters of cum on his stomach. He hears Sunggyu sigh before he rolls off of Hoya and lies down next to him. After he catches his breath and his vision starts clearing up, Hoya drapes an arm around Sunggyu’s waist - Sunggyu is a big fan of post-coital cuddling, he knows, and Sunggyu immediately snuggles himself against Hoya’s side.
“Feeling better?” Hoya asks, because for all the sex was mind-blowingly great for him, there wasn’t much point, he thinks, if it didn’t even manage to make Sunggyu less annoyed.
“Yeah,” Sunggyu replies, and affectionately nuzzles his face into the crook of Hoya’s shoulder. It’s almost as if some sort of switch has turned on and sexy-pissed-off-Sunggyu has turned back into normal(-still-sexy-but-not-angry-sexy)-Sunggyu. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” Sunggyu says.
“Oh, anytime,” Hoya says.
rating: R18 for sex.
description: Written for seoulfulness.seoulfulness Prompt, “sunggyu tops from the bottom, using hoya's body for his own pleasure." Originally posted here; this version is slightly (inconsequentially) edited, mostly to fix up some awkward wording here & there. As I mentioned there it has been actual countable years since I wrote porn... and then I started writing lots of porn and all of it was worse than this, heh.