hannie’s lips on his own – though unfamiliar – is a welcome feeling. in the crowd of people, arms around his waist and hoisting him up just slightly so all the pressure of his weight isn’t on his feet. the first kiss is silly – nothing compared to the passionate encounter in the kitchen only minutes prior – and yet, almost better. he can taste cherry in hannie’s laughter, feel the warmth of his breath and the brush of his eyelashes against his cheeks. the pulse of the music and the way the air around them is vibrating with noise makes daehyun’s entire body tingle. they’re so close, melting into one another with tangible desperation and not a care in the world.
it’s when hannie drags him down to his level, arms around his shoulders like an anchor to keep him from floating away, that he really can’t contain himself anymore. he’s whimpering into the kiss before he can even try to stop himself, fingers digging into the soft skin just below hannie’s waistband. the behaviour earns a look of discontent from a few people nearby but daehyun can’t bring himself to care. all he wants to be closer, skin-on-skin, so tangled up in one another that you couldn’t tell who was who anymore.
he wanted hannie totally and completely, and when he wanted something he was determined to get it.
the words that fall from hannie’s lips land on ears that only half-listen, other sense too overloaded to cut hearing any slack. a few words are picked up in passing — amazing, one-upped, secret skills, and then his name rolling off of hannie’s tongue as though he were the only one ever meant to say it. less talking, more kissing, more touching he wants to say, beg, plead even. make me yours. he isn’t normally one to be this desperate, but his entire body is on fire and hannie is a cool lake he wants to jump in.
it’s mere seconds before his hand is around hannie’s wrist and he’s weaving them through the crowd, vision blurry as he gently pushes people left and right to make a pathway to the bathroom. he hears but doesn’t acknowledge hannie’s questions, only looking back at him for a moment as his free hand grabs onto the doorknob and twists, the door to the bathroom swinging open. it’s feverish, the way he pulls the older man into the cramped space, needy, and the door isn’t even closed before he’s pushing him into it. they stumble for a moment before the door shuts itself and hannie’s back collides with the suddenly solid surface with a soft thud. one of daehyun’s hands still holds his wrist, the other palm-down on the door next to hannie’s head. they breathe in shaky tandem, daehyun’s dark eyes exploring every inch of hannie’s face — blown pupils darkening almost black eyes, plump lips already bruised with kisses, cheeks a brilliant pink. he looks like art, a piece that daehyun could admire forever.
no words are exchanged between the two before dae’s lips are crashing into hannie’s once more. a moan rips itself from his throat as his hands travel up hannie’s chest under his shirt. he wants it off. all of it. doesn’t care that they’re drunk in some strangers bathroom. everything he had been imagining the night before ( and before that too, his imagination had a tendency to run away from him whenever hannie looked at him a certain way ) as hannie whispered dirty things to him through the phone was coming to fruition – albeit different than he had originally expected. greedy fingers trace the line from hannie’s bellybutton up to his chest, dae disconnecting their lips to dip his head down and press kisses along his torso.
“ god, ” his words are little more than a whisper, forced out between kisses as he leaves a trail back up hannie’s neck, his jaw, his cheeks, until his lips hover just above the other’s.
“ better than over the phone, hmm ? ”
the shift in daehyun’s expression is one that would have been missed if hannie wasn’t so attentive of him already. it’s clear the younger man isn’t listening to much of what he’s saying at all, and the fact that hannie can see the rapid thoughts flickering through daehyun’s eyes almost causes him to shiver. it’s surprising, though it’s not, when that large palm wraps around his frail wrist, and hannie finds himself exhaling a deep breath as the other begins to tug him through the crowd. he’s been in this position before, quick fucks in some poor soul’s bed during the middle of a party. it should be boring, it should make hannie want to yawn, but the fact that it’s daehyun dragging him through dancing bodies and stepping through muffled conversation makes his heart beat far harder than it should.
❝ daehyun. ❞ hannie isn’t able to tell whether or not the younger just didn’t hear him or whether or not he has been ignored. his voice doesn’t feel as strong as it usually does, pulse racing so loud in his ears he’s almost scared to speak any louder in fear of yelling--in fear of breaking whatever desperate haze has fallen over them. it’s only pure luck that the bathroom is empty when daehyun twists the doorknob and ushers them inside. the look that he sends hannie leaves him gasping, one that tapers off into a moan the moment his back and head collide with the wooden door behind him. his head is ringing, but the pain goes unnoticed in favor of the way daehyun is pressing himself against him so close. for a moment hannie forgets to breathe, palm smacking on the door as it blindly tries to find the doorknob, and the fact that he’s successful in locking the door when his mind is filled with nothing but daehyun daehyun daehyun is a blessing in of itself.
daehyun looks wild, so unlike his usual composed self that it leaves hannie’s thighs shaking in anticipation. the hand wrapped around his wrist is still a vice grip, one that sends hannie’s thoughts into a tizzy. all he can think about is daehyun. daehyun’s heat. daehyun’s smell. the feeling of daehyun’s knee between his legs as he’s all but pinned against the door. the way the younger is looking at him makes hannie feel as though he’s about to get eaten in the best possible fucking way--daehyun a lion and he only a small gazelle.
the whimper that stumbles past his lips is muffled into daehyun’s when he leans down to connect their mouths once more in a bruising kiss. coal hot fingertips cause hannie to shudder as they travel up his navel, dragging his shirt up up up in their obvious destination. it’s almost frantic, the way he shrugs out of his pink, fluffy jacket, letting out a pleased noise when the restricting garment is finally slipping past his wrists and onto the floor. without hesitation he raises his arms into the air, allowing daehyun to slip his shirt over his head and throw it onto the soon to be growing pile of clothes. hannie’s back arches into the burning touch automatically, head tipping back and banging against the door once more when daehyun disconnects their lips to trail just as hot kisses down his neck, across his collar bones, even going so far as to bend down and place one right in the middle of his sternum.
hannie hates ( he loves ) how much of a mess daehyun has made him already. moaning softly once more at the strained sound of the other male’s voice--body shivering at the realization that daehyun is just as much of a mess as he is.
❝ yes. ❞ he’s not usually so submissive. a bigger fan of taking control into his own hands, but it’s hard when daehyun has him pinned like this, with that deep, gruff voice in his ear. hannie melts, hands coming up to desperately tug daehyun’s hoodie and shirt over his head ( without a doubt knocking his glasses askew ) just so he could run his hands over and down those bare, broad shoulders he’s fantasized about so often in class. it’s easy for him to scoot his back up against the door, thighs wrapping easily around daehyun’s waist as his feet leave the floor in favor bringing the other male even closer. ❝ don’t stop. if you stop i will literally murder you, kim daehyun. ❞
