Ship/Member: Jeonghan/OMC (unnamed); Jeonghan/Seungcheol Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: sexual content; navel gazing while getting railed i guess Permission to remix: Yes
this kind of got away from me and is only semi-what you prompted, sorry! ***
The concept of virginity is archaic but he does think that maybe sex was ruined altogether by Big Dick Seungcheol and his lovesick puppy eyes.
Seungcheol is a standard that not many people can touch, despite the constant need for assurance, like a desperate weed sapping the life from an already dying tree.
But Jeonghan does still think of him. In anger when he remembers the things that annoyed him, or with fondness, seeing a friend fall in love.
But usually, he thinks of him when he needs to get off, thinks of the rough callouses of his palms, the kiss-perfect pout warm and plush against his own lips, slow and syrupy makeup sex to amend the hours or days of sniping at each other over next to nothing.
Sex with others ever since has been a hallway of memories, the paintings come to life for a fleeting moment before taking a step forward and finding each would-be masterpiece counterfeit.
It makes him feel like a stranger in his body, trying to learn the secrets that the past taught him and failing to get it right. Used goods. Never the same, unable to be made new.
So he closes his eyes and thinks of Seungcheol and his slow and steadying voice. About what it felt like, being touched with that much love.
The body on top of him may not even remember Jeonghan’s name in a matter of days, but he will leave with pieces of Jeonghan that he won't be able to erase.
Teeth sinking into the flesh of his lobe. His eyes, glinting in the dark. The soft oh when the man swallows him down, wringing out sounds that he has made for others, but will never make for him again.
His hips turn down at an angle and the light flashes behind his eyes like a bulb, photographing the memory to start to overwrite the past. For now, they're still overlapping layer by layer by layer.
The space between himself and Seungcheol will eventually be an ocean, with only the distant whisper of salt and sea spray at his back.
“Do you like this?” the man asks. The pace is too arrhythmic, despite himself, more indulgent in his own pleasure than theirs, but he presses himself closer, legs around his waist until he has no choice but to slow down.
“Like that,” Jeonghan replies, reaching between them. The weight of his body flattening him into the mattress is nice. Hiding his face in his shoulder he nips at the skin, kisses it.
FILL: what's left of you
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: sexual content; navel gazing while getting railed i guess
Permission to remix: Yes
this kind of got away from me and is only semi-what you prompted, sorry!
***
The concept of virginity is archaic but he does think that maybe sex was ruined altogether by Big Dick Seungcheol and his lovesick puppy eyes.
Seungcheol is a standard that not many people can touch, despite the constant need for assurance, like a desperate weed sapping the life from an already dying tree.
But Jeonghan does still think of him. In anger when he remembers the things that annoyed him, or with fondness, seeing a friend fall in love.
But usually, he thinks of him when he needs to get off, thinks of the rough callouses of his palms, the kiss-perfect pout warm and plush against his own lips, slow and syrupy makeup sex to amend the hours or days of sniping at each other over next to nothing.
Sex with others ever since has been a hallway of memories, the paintings come to life for a fleeting moment before taking a step forward and finding each would-be masterpiece counterfeit.
It makes him feel like a stranger in his body, trying to learn the secrets that the past taught him and failing to get it right. Used goods. Never the same, unable to be made new.
So he closes his eyes and thinks of Seungcheol and his slow and steadying voice. About what it felt like, being touched with that much love.
The body on top of him may not even remember Jeonghan’s name in a matter of days, but he will leave with pieces of Jeonghan that he won't be able to erase.
Teeth sinking into the flesh of his lobe. His eyes, glinting in the dark. The soft oh when the man swallows him down, wringing out sounds that he has made for others, but will never make for him again.
His hips turn down at an angle and the light flashes behind his eyes like a bulb, photographing the memory to start to overwrite the past. For now, they're still overlapping layer by layer by layer.
The space between himself and Seungcheol will eventually be an ocean, with only the distant whisper of salt and sea spray at his back.
“Do you like this?” the man asks. The pace is too arrhythmic, despite himself, more indulgent in his own pleasure than theirs, but he presses himself closer, legs around his waist until he has no choice but to slow down.
“Like that,” Jeonghan replies, reaching between them. The weight of his body flattening him into the mattress is nice. Hiding his face in his shoulder he nips at the skin, kisses it.