Ship/Member: seungcheol/jeonghan Major Tags: NSFW!!!!! Additional Tags: nsfw, handjobs, cross-dressing, oppa kink Permission to remix: Please ask
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Seungcheol smooths his hands down the silky fabric of the skirt, checking his reflection in the mirror. It hits his mid-thigh, much shorter than anything he’s tried before, and it’s black, simple, satin. There’s a slit on the side and he’s tucked his t-shirt into it. The fabric is so clingy that he can see the slight bulge of his cock. He’s thinking about the pros and cons of tucking when the door to his room opens.
“Oh,” Jeonghan says. “What’s this?”
Seungcheol’s face burns. He doesn’t answer. Jeonghan makes a tsk with his tongue in his teeth.
“Our Cheollie likes to dress up, hm?”
Seungcheol lets out the breath he’d been holding as Jeonghan closes the door. In a way, it’s good that it’s Jeonghan who caught him. Sure, he’ll probably make fun of Seungcheol forever, but he won’t tell. He knows what things need to stay private. Seungcheol can’t imagine if it were someone else. They’d all lose it. Especially Chan. Oh god, he’s glad it wasn’t Chan.
“Jeonghan,” he says finally, throat unstuck. “Listen, it’s just—”
“I know,” Jeonghan says, putting his hands on Seungcheol’s hips. He can feel the seat of them through the satin. “Don’t worry. Oppa won’t tell.”
Seungcheol feels like he’s been punched in the gut. Jeonghan is looking at him carefully, eyes sharp in that way he gets when he’s doing some serious thinking. Seungcheol can feel his cock stiffening under the scrutiny. “We’re the same age,” he says.
Jeonghan shrugs. “I thought we were pretending today.” He takes a step, forcing Seungcheol back toward the bed. “Are you going to let oppa take care of you?”
Heat sears up Seungcheol’s chest and neck, onto his cheeks. He doesn’t answer, but lets Jeonghan sit him on the edge of the bed. A gentle tap to his forehead has him opening his eyes. He hadn’t realized he closed them.
Jeonghan looks him straight in the eye when he asks, “You want me to?”
Seungcheol nods. Jeonghan sinks to the floor in front of him. Seungcheol breathes shakily as Jeonghan’s slim fingers travel up his thighs. They’re cold, because Jeonghan has awful circulation. The feeling of them on his flushed skin sends sparks up his spine. Jeonghan reaches under the skirt and Seungcheol gasps, gasps again when a cool hand cups him.
“I want to kiss you,” he blurts, and Jeonghan blinks up at him. He moves, sits next to him on the bed and kisses him, gently at first, mimicking the gentle movement of his hand. As his hand speeds up, the kisses get deeper, more desperate, until Seungcheol’s hips buck up and he comes, a strangled oppa torn from his throat.
He keeps his eyes closed a long time after, until Jeonghan has extracted his hand and wiped it clean on the skirt.
“Hey,” he protests weakly, but is too wrung out to do anything about it.
“Oppa will get you a new one,” Jeonghan says, and kisses his forehead.
[FILL] !! NSFW !! one is not born, rather becomes
Major Tags: NSFW!!!!!
Additional Tags: nsfw, handjobs, cross-dressing, oppa kink
Permission to remix: Please ask
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Seungcheol smooths his hands down the silky fabric of the skirt, checking his reflection in the mirror. It hits his mid-thigh, much shorter than anything he’s tried before, and it’s black, simple, satin. There’s a slit on the side and he’s tucked his t-shirt into it. The fabric is so clingy that he can see the slight bulge of his cock. He’s thinking about the pros and cons of tucking when the door to his room opens.
“Oh,” Jeonghan says. “What’s this?”
Seungcheol’s face burns. He doesn’t answer. Jeonghan makes a tsk with his tongue in his teeth.
“Our Cheollie likes to dress up, hm?”
Seungcheol lets out the breath he’d been holding as Jeonghan closes the door. In a way, it’s good that it’s Jeonghan who caught him. Sure, he’ll probably make fun of Seungcheol forever, but he won’t tell. He knows what things need to stay private. Seungcheol can’t imagine if it were someone else. They’d all lose it. Especially Chan. Oh god, he’s glad it wasn’t Chan.
“Jeonghan,” he says finally, throat unstuck. “Listen, it’s just—”
“I know,” Jeonghan says, putting his hands on Seungcheol’s hips. He can feel the seat of them through the satin. “Don’t worry. Oppa won’t tell.”
Seungcheol feels like he’s been punched in the gut. Jeonghan is looking at him carefully, eyes sharp in that way he gets when he’s doing some serious thinking. Seungcheol can feel his cock stiffening under the scrutiny. “We’re the same age,” he says.
Jeonghan shrugs. “I thought we were pretending today.” He takes a step, forcing Seungcheol back toward the bed. “Are you going to let oppa take care of you?”
Heat sears up Seungcheol’s chest and neck, onto his cheeks. He doesn’t answer, but lets Jeonghan sit him on the edge of the bed. A gentle tap to his forehead has him opening his eyes. He hadn’t realized he closed them.
Jeonghan looks him straight in the eye when he asks, “You want me to?”
Seungcheol nods. Jeonghan sinks to the floor in front of him. Seungcheol breathes shakily as Jeonghan’s slim fingers travel up his thighs. They’re cold, because Jeonghan has awful circulation. The feeling of them on his flushed skin sends sparks up his spine. Jeonghan reaches under the skirt and Seungcheol gasps, gasps again when a cool hand cups him.
“I want to kiss you,” he blurts, and Jeonghan blinks up at him. He moves, sits next to him on the bed and kisses him, gently at first, mimicking the gentle movement of his hand. As his hand speeds up, the kisses get deeper, more desperate, until Seungcheol’s hips buck up and he comes, a strangled oppa torn from his throat.
He keeps his eyes closed a long time after, until Jeonghan has extracted his hand and wiped it clean on the skirt.
“Hey,” he protests weakly, but is too wrung out to do anything about it.
“Oppa will get you a new one,” Jeonghan says, and kisses his forehead.