hxesoos.
THE TYPE OF tension that now suffocated haesoo was a different type of THICKNESS than daehyun’s usual snarkness that typically found itself on the field; daehyun was someone who was uncontrollable at best, seeing them as someone who tested haesoo’s patience on more than one occasion and haesoo found himself wanting to throw the younger down and just … shut them up in more ways than one. it was typically like this, the push and pull of daehyun’s flirtation because while haesoo couldn’t even STAND the constant demands from the young diva, he did think those pinked lips were quite a pretty sight wrapped around his hardened member, bobbing up and down while choked moans were muffled underneath. so yeah, haesoo absolutely couldn’t STAND daehyun and their no good, foul mouth –– but it didn’t mean he couldn’t put that pretty, little thing to good use with a few whimpers and moans. calloused palms settles on the other’s backside, fingers ultimately d i g g i n g into the younger’s ass as they continued their assault on haesoo’s groin that was uncomfortably straining against the zipper of his jeans but he had to admit, the friction that daehyun was creating was too delicious to stop, unable to not imagine how even better it would feel if they were unclothed as his cock gave a small JUMP at the idea. it makes him chew on his lower lip, eyes heavily hooded while fingers practically dig into the soft flesh of the other’s ass as daehyun continues nipping at his neck; a low rumble escaping his throat because god, he needed to tap that and f a s t. “ are you going to SCREAM for daddy like you’ve done over and over in the apartment, baby ? or are you going to have daddy’s fingers wrapped tight around your neck while i pound you on these bleachers ? ” haesoo murmurs absentmindedly, fingers still digging roughly over the clothed cheeks of the other’s rounded ass that’s snugged quite comfortably underneath –– that is until daehyun pulls away and haesoo is left with nothing but the chilled air that brushes against his skin and the strain in his jeans that makes him palm himself uncomfortably; though, DARKENED eyes never once take themselves off of the smaller. it’s the sign of a whispered promise when daehyun starts unbuttoning their jeans, ultimately licking at his lips as fingers start making quick work over his hardened bulge before he doesn’t have to worry about that for long, his baby girl taking over with a peek at lace that hugged their lower half quiet snuggly in the form of a garter belt that soon hovers over him; daehyun’s ass RUBBING against the length of cock as his head falling backwards wth a loud moan. “ fuck –– ” he groans, blinking for a brief moment until he finds the other settled on their knees in front of him while finally, finally relieving the pressure that’s strained against his jeans as fingers entangle themselves in the other’s pretty locks before roughly GRIPPING at the strands, eyes never once letting up from daehyun’s. “ now be a good girl and suck. ”
DAE WAS USED TO sensual hands making themselves comfortable over their body, grabbing fistfuls that had a way of sending a rush of ENDORPHINS coursing through their body, and talented fingers that could make them squirm. haesoo really had a way of knowing just how to please daehyun, almost effortlessly, by learning every inch of their body and uncovering every tick that made them C R A V E for more. nobody had been able to crack the puzzle that was daehyun as much as he had. this triggered a MYRIAD of emotions in them --- something haesoo was an expert in. dae could never fathom what exactly made the two of them work. there were times they wanted nothing more than to throw their lacrosse stick at haesoo, fueled with rage and irritation, and despising the other with every fiber of their being. but then haesoo could flash that familiar smirk, and suddenly there was nobody else in the world but him. the things dae would let haesoo do to them... that dae does let him do to them. but maybe that’s why they worked. they had their own special way of resolving their issues, almost as though they had their very own language that only the two of them knew. and it was a language that dae could see themself becoming very fluent in...one they’d like to become v e r y familiar with. ‘ have i ever told you that i like it when you call me BABY ? ’ husky words utter, complimented by a pair of half-lidded eyes that narrow in on haesoo, consumed with ambition and desire. god, did dae need it bad. ‘ i want you to make me scream. let’s see if anyone comes to watch. you know i love to put on a good show. ’ if there was anybody familiar with dae and their antics, it was HAESOO. not even their own friends knew as much of their past as he did. but regardless of how much dae absolutely despised haesoo at times, the young drama queen knew they could trust him. dae would surely not be on their knees before him in a very public setting, wearing nothing but lace undergarments that hugs their figure nicely, had they not. so with their knees planted atop of the CEMENT in front of their captain, slender fingers remove themselves from the waistband that belong to the jeans that once confined the other’s erection. at the same time, strong fingers take hold of locks of dae’s hair, tongue swiping over their bottom lip as they fall into submission. ‘ yes, daddy. ’ with that, they took the BASE of his cock between their fingers, leaning over to enclose their lips over the perimeter. no time was wasted, head building a slow rhythm as their hand worked the base. ‘ mm, missed this, ’ dae murmurs, pulling back to meet the other’s gaze once more. ‘ missed you. want you to do me so right i feel bad even so much as looking at another guy. ’ gaze remains locked on his, and dae leans forward to LICK a stripe up the length of his cock. ‘ wanna TASTE you and nothing but for the next month. ’
