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suffocating (but only a little)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: slightly twisted relationships
Do Not Wants: major character death
Prompt:
- Lunar Rover, The Ophelias
[FILL] suffocating (but only a little)
(Anonymous) 2022-12-27 05:59 am (UTC)(link)Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: choking/breath play, a passingly cavalier attitude toward one’s own continued existence for the sake of making someone happy
Permission to remix: go for it
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Quiet, Jeonghan tells him.
Quiet is one thing Mingyu can’t be. Quiet sits in him like an unexploded mine, like a festering wound, the pressure worse with every passing moment. Quiet makes Mingyu profoundly aware of his own tongue, how big it feels in his mouth, how still.
For Jeonghan he chokes on it, a thick strip of dumb meat trapped between his teeth. For Jeonghan he eats the smallest sounds, writhing from what it costs him.
Stay still, Jeonghan tells him, because as long as he’s asking for one impossibility, he might as well make it two.
It takes everything in Mingyu not to cry. He doesn’t know how to make himself more still than this. He fists his hands so hard they tremble, his whole body one long shake. Jeonghan’s fingers scale his ribs, sinking into the soft places between bone, and Mingyu inhales loudly, trying not to flinch, his heart salt-studded and raw when Jeonghan lets out an annoyed hiss.
“I’m trying,” Mingyu whispers, the softest sound he can make, because Jeonghan’s sitting back on his lap now, not touching him anywhere else, and Mingyu can smell his disappointment. He knows better than to reach out, that he won’t have Jeonghan like this again for days if he tries to hold him there, maybe weeks, maybe never. “I’m trying, hyung,” he whispers, no whine because Jeonghan hates self pity and despises excuses. “I need help.”
Jeonghan is so still and silent above him it’s like he disappeared, an empty weight across Mingyu’s thighs. He fights the burning need to open his eyes, to see his face, the exact shade of his frustration. Everything suddenly itches at once, his foot is cramping and his jaw aches from grinding it into silence, and still Mingyu waits, steel trapped, fighting the bone-deep urge to gnaw off his own leg and limp to safety.
His patience, however imperfect, does not go unrewarded.
“Okay,” Jeonghan says, his sweet curling voice and his fingertips light on Mingyu’s lips. “I’ll help you this time. But you can’t fight. You have to be good for me. Can you be good?”
He almost—almost—falls for it, the clawing need to swear to him, he’ll be good, he can be so good. He swallows it down at the last moment and blooms with the full force of Jeonghan’s approval, soaking up a quiet good boy, chest inflating with the high.
He’s on the zenith of a breath, and then the breath is a balloon, a jar of air trapped inside him with the lid screwed tight.
Mingyu has eight centimeters and at least 15kg on Jeonghan, but all of Jeonghan’s strength is in his hands: the one wrapped around Mingyu’s throat like a vice, cutting off his air, and the one cradling his face, asking him to take it.
He can’t help it: his eyes and hands fly open. Jeonghan is blurry above him, a long exposure trailing lights and smoke. Mingyu’s body tries to buck, but he can’t let it. He doesn’t remember why, the panic runs too deep, but something else runs deeper. Jeonghan’s face is swimming away from him, his voice almost drowned under the ocean pound of blood in his ears, but he’s saying Mingyu’s name. He won’t let him drown. Mingyu’s almost certain of it.
“Good,” Jeonghan croons, shuffling forward on his knees so their hips slot together, which is the moment the living sliver of Mingyu’s brain realizes he’s hard. It hurts, how sweetly Jeonghan rocks against him. He wants to rise up into it and finds he can’t—not because he won’t let himself, but because he doesn’t have the strength. Relief ricochets through him. It must show on his face, how he unfolds to it, lets it press his layers flat, because Jeonghan makes a wounded sound and presses his lips to Mingyu’s slack mouth. “Good, you’re so good for me, just like that.”
It’s enough to carry him through when the hand on his throat eases, three or four gasping lungfuls of air flooding his blood like syrup before he’s plunged under again. This time it isn’t hard to be quiet, to stay still, to become a soft and docile thing. All he has to do is lay himself in Jeonghan’s hands and wait.
“Good, good good you’re good,” Jeonghan whispers, whining it into Mingyu’s ear around a bruising bite. He moves against Mingyu’s body in vague ways Mingyu can’t quite feel, his knee only occasionally and incidentally sliding between Mingyu’s thighs, but each press feels like a knife. He’s halfway to unconscious when he comes, the pleasure rolling slowly through him and then suddenly doubling back when Jeonghan pulls his hand away, the breath almost sweeter than the release, sharp enough to saw right through the last thread and send him hurtling into blackness.
He comes to with tears on his cheeks and Yoon Jeonghan staring down at him. The relief that washes over his pale, frightened face is a second high, curves Mingyu’s mouth into a big dumb smile.
“Stop it,” Jeonghan snaps, but his voice lacks heat, the smack to Mingyu’s shoulder softening at the last second, turning to a caress. “I thought I suffocated you.”
“Only a little bit,” Mingyu croaks, voice wispy with nothing more complicated than contentment, and this time when Jeonghan presses their mouths together he can feel it, and he lets himself kiss back.
Re: [FILL] suffocating (but only a little)
Re: [FILL] suffocating (but only a little)
(Anonymous) 2022-12-30 09:21 am (UTC)(link)