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"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
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The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
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Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
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Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories
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Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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go choke
Major Tags: nsfw..........
Additional Tags: N/A
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Prompt:
[FILL]: go choke (me)
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: explicit sexual content, choking, hands hands hands, model/photographer AU
Permission to remix: Yes
i honestly wanted to make this lighthearted and funny, but instead this is what came out of me. i hope it's entertaining enough <3
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The first time Jeonghan notices Mingyu’s fingers, they’re around the stem of a wine glass.
They’ve never spoken a single word to each other, connected only through a few friends of friends, but Jeonghan knows some things about Mingyu.
Kim Mingyu, twenty-five, has been a model since his teenage years. He stopped modeling to move behind the camera, and has since then gained some attention, his pictures making it to a few fashion magazines.
From a distance, Jeonghan can’t see any metal shining around his ring finger. All he can see is the way Mingyu’s big hand looks around the stem of the glass. It makes hot want pool at the pit of his stomach, acidic just as the taste of the white Chardonnay going down his throat.
He doesn’t move towards the younger man, but his eyes keep on finding him somehow.
Mingyu is laughing, body shaking with it; he’s taking small sips of his drink, dark lips over the rim of the glass; he’s touching a stranger’s shoulder, fingers splayed out against the dark fabric of their suit jacket.
Jeonghan craves the same touch.
He does nothing.
The second time Jeonghan notices Mingyu’s fingers, it’s when they’re pressing the shutter button on his very expensive camera.
Jeonghan is staring at the lens most of the time, professional as ever, but he can’t help himself; he can’t help his gaze from wandering, pupils concentrating on the way the device looks almost small in Mingyu’s hold.
This time, there’s a small ring on Mingyu’s pinky, but Jeonghan decides to ignore the glint of silver to focus on the prominent veins appearing on the back of his hands, crawling their way down the exposed skin of his toned forearms.
Kim Mingyu is a great photographer, and Yoon Jeonghan is an even better model. The pictures look incredible when Jeonghan is peering at them while taking a small break, standing with a hand fan pointed at his face to cool himself down.
Mingyu is on the other side of the room, drinking from his water bottle, the long column of his tan neck exposed, his throat working and making Jeonghan’s stomach flip upside down at the sight. The plastic bottle gets crushed between Mingyu’s fingers.
Jeonghan craves, so strongly that he feels the temperature around him growing a hundred times hotter, a fire burning in his veins.
Still, he does nothing.
He stands, and stares, and wishes that those hands were on him, but doesn’t say a single word.
Mingyu thanks him for his hard work and says goodbye, and Jeonghan goes home to scream his frustrations into his pillow, and to stroke himself in the shower to the thought of big hands clutching at his waist.
The third time Jeonghan notices Mingyu’s fingers, they’re around his wrist.
It’s a tug that stops him in his tracks; he turns around, confused, and finds Mingyu’s hand in a loose hold around his forearm, a gentle touch that sends a shock of electricity up his spine.
“Jeonghan-ssi,” Mingyu says, a small smile on his lips. There’s uncertainty in it, the fear of having overstepped. His hand retreats to his side, warmth lingering over Jeonghan’s skin.
Jeonghan saw him earlier, down the corridor, laughing with his assistant. A moment passed, as he stared, and craved, until Mingyu’s eyes met his own and Jeonghan started walking again.
Now he’s stopped in his tracks, Mingyu shuffling on his feet, nervous.
“Do you want to grab a bite?”
Jeonghan doesn’t want that. He nods his head anyways, following Mingyu out of the building, to his car.
He watches as Mingyu’s hands find their place over the steering wheel, hypnotized. Mingyu is talking, something about overlapping schedules and feeling lucky for Jeonghan’s company.
“Mingyu-ssi,” comes out of Jeonghan’s mouth, startling Mingyu and effectively stopping his rambling. “I’m not hungry.”
“Uh-” Mingyu starts, but Jeonghan doesn’t give him time to start word-vomiting again. “Not for food, at least.”
It takes a few seconds for Mingyu to understand his words; he opens his mouth once, closes it, then opens it again. Twice. The traffic light in front of them turns from red to green to red again. A car honks behind them.
“My apartment is just around the block,” Jeonghan adds, and it’s more words he ever spoke to Mingyu in a single sitting, but he can’t keep quiet anymore.
He can’t stand on the other side of a crowded room and pretend he’s not craving the warmth of Mingyu’s fingers on his skin, his strong hold on the back of his thighs.
Mingyu gulps down, and finally starts the car again.
“Give me directions,” he says, voice betraying his nerves. Jeonghan hides his smile by looking outside the window.
“Next intersection, left.”
The fourth time Jeonghan notices Mingyu’s fingers, is when they’re around his dick, his hand looking so big around him when Jeonghan has started to get used to his own in recent times.
Mingyu whines something that sounds like Jeonghan’s name, his mouth open, tongue wet against Jeonghan’s neck. His hand picks up the pace, desperate little sounds coming out of him as he ruts against Jeonghan’s thigh, dick hard inside his briefs.
As cruel as Jeonghan can be, he doesn’t think he has the heart to make Mingyu wait more. He’s peeling Mingyu’s clothes with intent, scattering them all around the room and guiding Mingyu to sit on the edge of his bed.
Then, he’s sinking on his knees.
“Fuck,” Mingyu says, his hands moving immediately to Jeonghan’s head. It’s perfect, the gentle hold that Mingyu has on his hair as Jeonghan sucks him off like he’s a starving man and Mingyu’s dick is his last meal.
Fingers pull gently at bleached blonde strands, and Jeonghan can’t help the sound coming out of him despite his mouth being quite full.
“You like that?” Mingyu asks, and Jeonghan would say no, no I never liked when people pulled at my hair, but god, your hands are beautiful and I want them to ruin me.
He doesn’t say any of that, but sucks Mingyu off until he’s a blabbering mess, and then fucks him open with his fingers until he’s coming down his throat with a half shout, his hand still tight around a fistful of Jeonghan’s hair.
And then Jeonghan is inside Mingyu, pushing him down on the mattress, and Mingyu’s hands are scrambling to touch Jeonghan’s skin; his shoulders, his waist, nails scraping against his hip bones, fingers digging into his ass.
It’s Jeonghan that guides them around his neck.
Mingyu lets out a surprised little sound, his body being pushed up the bed with the force of Jeonghan’s hips pistoning against him. His eyes widen, but then he’s curling his palms around Jeonghan’s throat, his thumbs sinking in the hollow of Jeonghan’s throat.
His fingers are strong, secure around Jeonghan’s neck; they press a bit more, and Jeonghan comes with a grunt, making sure to drag Mingyu towards his second orgasm despite the small stars starting to dance at the edges of his vision.
Jeonghan craves and does nothing, until he’s sure that he can get exactly what he wants: Mingyu’s hands all over him.
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oh my GOD this was so good!!!!!!!!!!! the tensions…..how much jeonghan wants mingyu and how annoyed he is about it…perfect perfect perfect!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
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