[fic] big bang - gri - method
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cupcake4mafiaTitle: Method
Pairing: GD/Seungri
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Summary: Seungri kisses Jiyong for the seventh time (fourth time sober) and it’s almost convincing. Smangst.
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Seungri turns his mouth to the corner of Jiyong’s neck, lips ghosting over the skin but never touching.
“I am sleeping,” Jiyong grunts, reaching back to grab a fistful of Seungri’s tee-shirt.
Seungri chuckles and Jiyong is annoyed at the way it makes his hair stand on end.
“Spoiled brat,” he sighs, turning to his side and fumbling in the darkness for the drawstring of Seungri’s sweatpants. “What happened this time? Did Seunghyun show you some grown-up movies?”
“No. I just want it.”
“Oh, yeah? Prove it.”
Seungri kisses Jiyong for the seventh time (fourth time sober) and it’s almost convincing. Jiyong lets himself entertain that idea, being half-asleep as it is, while he palms the underside of Seungri’s cock, grinning against the whimpers escaping Seungri’s lips.
“Please,” Seungri begs.
Jiyong pauses halfway down Seungri's stomach.
“Since when do you have abs?”
“Working on it,” Seungri breathes.
That’s a little too hilarious to not be adorable, and Seungri did kiss him and all, so Jiyong decides not to tease any longer. He knows exactly how Seungri likes it (which is almost any way at all; Jiyong wasn’t picky when he was a teenager, either), and tonight Jiyong gets to enjoy Seungri whispering about just how much he likes it while examining this new muscle situation with his fingers.
“Close,” Seungri warns.
Jiyong sits up and grabs the box of tissues from the bedside table and leans in for another kiss while Seungri’s too distracted to care. Muffling the embarrassing whining noise Seungri makes when he comes seems like a good excuse.
“Never say your hyungs don’t take care of you,” Jiyong yawns, flopping on his back and leaving Seungri to clean up after himself.
“You’re the only one who helps me out with this particular problem.”
“I’d better be,” Jiyong snorts.
The silence that follows is deafening.
“You can’t take a joke,” Jiyong says, elbowing Seungri in the side.
It’s dark, so Seungri shouldn’t be able to see him chewing on his lip.
“Hyung,” Seungri starts, then stops.
Jiyong doesn’t know what it means, but it’s followed with hands and kisses and gentle scrapes of teeth against Jiyong’s neck.
“I know you’re not drunk,” Jiyong murmurs. “Are you high?”
Seungri doesn’t answer, trailing the pads of his fingers up Jiyong’s erection.
“Baby,” Jiyong sighs.
“Hyung,” Seungri says in a low voice. “I need you to write me a song.”
Jiyong smiles a toothy smile that almost cracks his face apart. His head reels back against the pillow as Seungri squeezes.
“That’s all you want,” he thinks aloud.
Seungri is quiet for a moment before answering calmly, “No. There’s more.”
Jiyong keeps smiling.
You have to laugh, or else you’ll cry.
Pairing: GD/Seungri
Rating: R
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Summary: Seungri kisses Jiyong for the seventh time (fourth time sober) and it’s almost convincing. Smangst.
---
Seungri turns his mouth to the corner of Jiyong’s neck, lips ghosting over the skin but never touching.
“I am sleeping,” Jiyong grunts, reaching back to grab a fistful of Seungri’s tee-shirt.
Seungri chuckles and Jiyong is annoyed at the way it makes his hair stand on end.
“Spoiled brat,” he sighs, turning to his side and fumbling in the darkness for the drawstring of Seungri’s sweatpants. “What happened this time? Did Seunghyun show you some grown-up movies?”
“No. I just want it.”
“Oh, yeah? Prove it.”
Seungri kisses Jiyong for the seventh time (fourth time sober) and it’s almost convincing. Jiyong lets himself entertain that idea, being half-asleep as it is, while he palms the underside of Seungri’s cock, grinning against the whimpers escaping Seungri’s lips.
“Please,” Seungri begs.
Jiyong pauses halfway down Seungri's stomach.
“Since when do you have abs?”
“Working on it,” Seungri breathes.
That’s a little too hilarious to not be adorable, and Seungri did kiss him and all, so Jiyong decides not to tease any longer. He knows exactly how Seungri likes it (which is almost any way at all; Jiyong wasn’t picky when he was a teenager, either), and tonight Jiyong gets to enjoy Seungri whispering about just how much he likes it while examining this new muscle situation with his fingers.
“Close,” Seungri warns.
Jiyong sits up and grabs the box of tissues from the bedside table and leans in for another kiss while Seungri’s too distracted to care. Muffling the embarrassing whining noise Seungri makes when he comes seems like a good excuse.
“Never say your hyungs don’t take care of you,” Jiyong yawns, flopping on his back and leaving Seungri to clean up after himself.
“You’re the only one who helps me out with this particular problem.”
“I’d better be,” Jiyong snorts.
The silence that follows is deafening.
“You can’t take a joke,” Jiyong says, elbowing Seungri in the side.
It’s dark, so Seungri shouldn’t be able to see him chewing on his lip.
“Hyung,” Seungri starts, then stops.
Jiyong doesn’t know what it means, but it’s followed with hands and kisses and gentle scrapes of teeth against Jiyong’s neck.
“I know you’re not drunk,” Jiyong murmurs. “Are you high?”
Seungri doesn’t answer, trailing the pads of his fingers up Jiyong’s erection.
“Baby,” Jiyong sighs.
“Hyung,” Seungri says in a low voice. “I need you to write me a song.”
Jiyong smiles a toothy smile that almost cracks his face apart. His head reels back against the pillow as Seungri squeezes.
“That’s all you want,” he thinks aloud.
Seungri is quiet for a moment before answering calmly, “No. There’s more.”
Jiyong keeps smiling.
You have to laugh, or else you’ll cry.
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Date: 2009-11-18 05:54 pm (UTC)Seungri is quiet for a moment before answering calmly, “No. There’s more.”
Jiyong keeps smiling.
You have to laugh, or else you’ll cry.
Wah, you inspire me~
Please keep writing! I'm friending you to make sure I don't miss anything, hope you don't mind ^^
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Date: 2009-11-24 04:55 pm (UTC)