Ship/Member: Seungkwan/Chan Major Tags: nsfw, I would say rated M in ao3 terms Additional Tags: bad-idea drunken hookups, the plight of being boo seungkwan/lee chan Permission to remix: Yes WC: 1125
A/N: I'm really not 100% on this but I hope the bad vibes came across well enough here. Also pretty ambiguous in terms of setting but feel free to interpret as canonverse or not! :)
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If Seungkwan had been any less drunk, he would have known better. What surprised him though, was that Chan didn't.
He knew well that Chan drank in perfect moderation; enough to loosen up and have a good time, lose a few of those many inhibitions of his. But, not enough such that many would remain. He never got too out of it, not like Soonyoung who would pull you into a kiss if you so much as stood near him.
It had taken him by surprise when, in that drunken stupor that he too mostly tried to avoid, draped over Chan's back and whispering into his ear, lips grazing the younger's earlobe – that Chan had said yes. Or, it was more like, "sure, hyung," said with a distinct teasing fondness that Seungkwan often heard from him.
Seungkwan had thought about it before. Chan's small, tight body, and so much energy and passion stored within it. In an inebriated state he might find himself wondering – fantasizing, more like – about what a more debauched, uninhibited Chan would look like. When he sobered up and thought back to how he pictured himself in slightly unsavory positions with the younger, he would internally roll his eyes as aggressively as possible at himself.
He knew that he was allowed to have fantasies, it was only natural – but something about it being Chan just made it feel more wrong and weird then if it was anyone else. So despite the haze of the alcohol clouding his mind, Seungkwan still felt a twinge of regret immediately after he had whispered I love the way these jeans look on you, Chan-ah. Chan had turned his head to look at Seungkwan, raising an eyebrow at him.
Chan's gaze was equally teasing and judging. For all of Seungkwan's own inhibitions, near begging him to stop, step away from the younger, and walk away, he continued on to ask – And what if I wanted to see you without them?
What an awful line, Seungkwan would think afterwards, cringing. Like something Mingyu would say.
Despite the line, and the glaringly bad idea that this was, it wasn't long before the two of them were alone, the door of Chan's room shutting behind them. Even through the drunken fog of his mind, that in the moment mostly just considered this encounter hot, there was a slight uneasiness at the back of his mind. Maybe that's why as soon as the door was shut, Seungkwan dragged Chan to the bed by the arm, sat him down, then got on his knees, without any delay.
Unfortunately, that uneasiness didn't stop him from opening his mouth.
"Thought about this for a while, Chan-ah," Seungkwan said, quickly undoing the button of those tight jeans he told Chan he liked not too long ago.
"And what's that, hyung?" Chan asked in reply. From him, it felt like a challenge. If Seungkwan hadn't been singularly focused on getting Chan out of these tight, tight, jeans, and he chanced a look up at him, he knew he would see that signature raised eyebrow.
Seungkwan didn't respond, waiting until he had pulled down Chan's jeans and far enough to be face-to-face with the younger's dick to finally look up and meet Chan's eyes. Seungkwan could be a tease. If there was any time to bring that out, it was now. Chan seemed to have gotten the message, a smug smile on his face. A smile Seungkwan watched melt away when he got his mo
By the time Seungkwan had finished sucking him off and two of Chan's fingers were inside him, they had both sobered up the slightest amount such that things were starting to get weird, at least for him. Not enough that they were going to call it off – they were both too riled up at this point that they weren't leaving until the rocks were off. It was just enough that that seed of uncertainty in the back of Seungkwan's mind grew further. Just enough that Seungkwan knew if they were still where they were before, he wouldn't have draped himself over Chan's back, nor would he have commented on those damn jeans.
"Sorry," Seungkwan murmured when he tensed up a bit, likely squeezing Chan's fingers uncomfortably tight. Seungkwan thought back to him five minutes ago, surprised he had let Chan do this. In those most dirty, ill-advised fantasies, he had been the one to do this to Chan. The younger always seemed to have the upper hand on him; maybe that’s why he always preferred to imagine himself as the one in control. Yet once his clothes were off, Chan brushed a finger across his hole and asked, with the most sincerity Seungkwan had heard that night, “can I, hyung?”
Despite Seungkwan’s increasing lucidity, he couldn’t say no. He didn’t want to say no. Maybe Chan had been more drunk than Seungkwan had thought initially, for him to be so eager and well, pointedly not getting up and leaving after they had both been without drinks for a bit. Seungkwan felt almost guilty at this point. He stayed quiet, and looked away, face turned to the side while Chan worked his fingers inside him. It felt good; there was no reason for it not to. But he stayed as quiet as possible, scared of attracting Chan’s attention, despite how silly that would be in any other situation like this.
“Does it feel good?” He heard Chan speak. Seungkwan looked down, taken by the image of a flushed, slightly sweaty Chan between his legs. Objectively, it was everything he had imagined when he did imagine this. But having it now, in front of them, made his head spin in an unpleasant way. Nevertheless, he nodded, meeting Chan’s eyes.
“It does,” Seungkwan affirmed, and, wanting to avoid talking as much as possible now, reached down and grabbed Chan by the arm, dragging him up. “Kiss me,” he said, hardly noticing Chan’s fingers being gone, now instead wrapping themselves around Seungkwan in a way Seungkwan hoped would get him off fast.
Seungkwan could taste the alcohol on Chan’s tongue when they kissed, only reminding him of how Chan would probably regret this too, when he was lucid. They stayed like that until finally Seungkwan came, with the help of Chan’s hand wrapped around him, and Seungkwan willing himself to enjoy it despite the weird feeling that had overcome him.
Once they separated, Seungkwan met Chan’s eyes, and watched the recognition flash across his face, finally having sobered up enough to take in the situation completely. Seungkwan just feigned a smile, with nothing behind the eyes.
[FILL] the mystery is always better
Major Tags: nsfw, I would say rated M in ao3 terms
Additional Tags: bad-idea drunken hookups, the plight of being boo seungkwan/lee chan
Permission to remix: Yes
WC: 1125
A/N: I'm really not 100% on this but I hope the bad vibes came across well enough here. Also pretty ambiguous in terms of setting but feel free to interpret as canonverse or not! :)
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If Seungkwan had been any less drunk, he would have known better. What surprised him though, was that Chan didn't.
He knew well that Chan drank in perfect moderation; enough to loosen up and have a good time, lose a few of those many inhibitions of his. But, not enough such that many would remain. He never got too out of it, not like Soonyoung who would pull you into a kiss if you so much as stood near him.
It had taken him by surprise when, in that drunken stupor that he too mostly tried to avoid, draped over Chan's back and whispering into his ear, lips grazing the younger's earlobe – that Chan had said yes. Or, it was more like, "sure, hyung," said with a distinct teasing fondness that Seungkwan often heard from him.
Seungkwan had thought about it before. Chan's small, tight body, and so much energy and passion stored within it. In an inebriated state he might find himself wondering – fantasizing, more like – about what a more debauched, uninhibited Chan would look like. When he sobered up and thought back to how he pictured himself in slightly unsavory positions with the younger, he would internally roll his eyes as aggressively as possible at himself.
He knew that he was allowed to have fantasies, it was only natural – but something about it being Chan just made it feel more wrong and weird then if it was anyone else. So despite the haze of the alcohol clouding his mind, Seungkwan still felt a twinge of regret immediately after he had whispered I love the way these jeans look on you, Chan-ah. Chan had turned his head to look at Seungkwan, raising an eyebrow at him.
Chan's gaze was equally teasing and judging. For all of Seungkwan's own inhibitions, near begging him to stop, step away from the younger, and walk away, he continued on to ask – And what if I wanted to see you without them?
What an awful line, Seungkwan would think afterwards, cringing. Like something Mingyu would say.
Despite the line, and the glaringly bad idea that this was, it wasn't long before the two of them were alone, the door of Chan's room shutting behind them. Even through the drunken fog of his mind, that in the moment mostly just considered this encounter hot, there was a slight uneasiness at the back of his mind. Maybe that's why as soon as the door was shut, Seungkwan dragged Chan to the bed by the arm, sat him down, then got on his knees, without any delay.
Unfortunately, that uneasiness didn't stop him from opening his mouth.
"Thought about this for a while, Chan-ah," Seungkwan said, quickly undoing the button of those tight jeans he told Chan he liked not too long ago.
"And what's that, hyung?" Chan asked in reply. From him, it felt like a challenge. If Seungkwan hadn't been singularly focused on getting Chan out of these tight, tight, jeans, and he chanced a look up at him, he knew he would see that signature raised eyebrow.
Seungkwan didn't respond, waiting until he had pulled down Chan's jeans and far enough to be face-to-face with the younger's dick to finally look up and meet Chan's eyes. Seungkwan could be a tease. If there was any time to bring that out, it was now. Chan seemed to have gotten the message, a smug smile on his face. A smile Seungkwan watched melt away when he got his mo
By the time Seungkwan had finished sucking him off and two of Chan's fingers were inside him, they had both sobered up the slightest amount such that things were starting to get weird, at least for him. Not enough that they were going to call it off – they were both too riled up at this point that they weren't leaving until the rocks were off. It was just enough that that seed of uncertainty in the back of Seungkwan's mind grew further. Just enough that Seungkwan knew if they were still where they were before, he wouldn't have draped himself over Chan's back, nor would he have commented on those damn jeans.
"Sorry," Seungkwan murmured when he tensed up a bit, likely squeezing Chan's fingers uncomfortably tight. Seungkwan thought back to him five minutes ago, surprised he had let Chan do this. In those most dirty, ill-advised fantasies, he had been the one to do this to Chan. The younger always seemed to have the upper hand on him; maybe that’s why he always preferred to imagine himself as the one in control. Yet once his clothes were off, Chan brushed a finger across his hole and asked, with the most sincerity Seungkwan had heard that night, “can I, hyung?”
Despite Seungkwan’s increasing lucidity, he couldn’t say no. He didn’t want to say no. Maybe Chan had been more drunk than Seungkwan had thought initially, for him to be so eager and well, pointedly not getting up and leaving after they had both been without drinks for a bit. Seungkwan felt almost guilty at this point. He stayed quiet, and looked away, face turned to the side while Chan worked his fingers inside him. It felt good; there was no reason for it not to. But he stayed as quiet as possible, scared of attracting Chan’s attention, despite how silly that would be in any other situation like this.
“Does it feel good?” He heard Chan speak. Seungkwan looked down, taken by the image of a flushed, slightly sweaty Chan between his legs. Objectively, it was everything he had imagined when he did imagine this. But having it now, in front of them, made his head spin in an unpleasant way. Nevertheless, he nodded, meeting Chan’s eyes.
“It does,” Seungkwan affirmed, and, wanting to avoid talking as much as possible now, reached down and grabbed Chan by the arm, dragging him up. “Kiss me,” he said, hardly noticing Chan’s fingers being gone, now instead wrapping themselves around Seungkwan in a way Seungkwan hoped would get him off fast.
Seungkwan could taste the alcohol on Chan’s tongue when they kissed, only reminding him of how Chan would probably regret this too, when he was lucid. They stayed like that until finally Seungkwan came, with the help of Chan’s hand wrapped around him, and Seungkwan willing himself to enjoy it despite the weird feeling that had overcome him.
Once they separated, Seungkwan met Chan’s eyes, and watched the recognition flash across his face, finally having sobered up enough to take in the situation completely. Seungkwan just feigned a smile, with nothing behind the eyes.