༷ ྀི ⃝˳ — powdered glances and aromatic tensions crumble into defeat between heeseung and sunghoon, resulting in a little death.
smut mxm slight coercion from sunghoon idol au! smoking obsession
masturbation heavy makeouts sub hee dom leaning hoon spit handjob nipple play knife play shower sex oral porn usage overstim sexual fantasies . 4k
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the arabesque stench of tobacco clings to heeseung, his broad shoulders carrying down the weight and stress of recording, producing and choreographing their next album. heeseung sits in the dark production room by himself, replaying snippets of potential beats over and over again, until they are engraved into him. he takes a timid glance over at the ashtray beside his mouse, cigarette butts sighing at him, breathlessly. heeseung sits up with a grunt, disposing the ash tray before saving and shutting down his hard but tiring work for yet another day.
heeseung busies himself with tidying the clutter he has made since the past two hours, until a knock lightly startles him. the blurred, glass door slowly opens to reveal a meek sunghoon. ‘heeseung hyung’, he begins, voice slightly strained, ‘it’s late, you should come to the dorm jay’s made food.’ he states, the thin layer of sweat from working out gapes into heeseung’s mind. his eyes reach lower to sunghoon’s biceps- tight and flexed, heeseung sits there silently checking out sunghoon. a small clearing of the throat from sunghoon brings heeseung back to reality, ‘oh yeah, sure just gimmee a sec okay?’, he mumbles, fiddling with the mouse and keyboard infront of him. sunghoon silently nods and decides to lean against the doorframe, staying with heeseung. the warm silence between the two wrap them in comfort, as sunghoon admires heeseung’s delicate features. heeseung finally sits up after fidgeting with his work, the silence deafening but content, his lean legs make their way over to sunghoon, now eye level to his meaty muscles. his sweat-glazed biceps take up all of heeseung’s focus, feet stuttering in position, walking to lock the door behind the two of them.
the pair of them pad their shy feet to the dorm, light conversations evoking between the two, at surface level it seems platonic. until, it’s aromatic, the heavy weight of untold feelings leach at themselves. heeseung, pushing away the deep, gut feeling of intimacy, wraps his arm around sunghoon’s shoulders, a playful swing creating tension as sunghoon ever so slightly tenses up, well-defined muscles contracting. heeseung talks about the stress of composing together their next album to sunghoon, an airy chuckle escaping him through sunghoon’s minimal interjections every now and then.
reaching the dorm, the two boys are greeted by their younger- riki. his bright smile makes all of heeseung’s stress dissipate, as riki tends to be more reserved; heeseung takes in this moment as it doesn’t happen often when together on camera. he watches as sunghoon plays and makes conversation with riki, the two of them laughing, filling the lively dorm with warmth. heeseung sits, watching the two other boys with contentment, eyes grazing over sunghoon’s defined physique. his jawline, to his perfected nose, all the way down to when heeseung catches a glimpse of a slither of skin when sunghoon stretches. heeseung tries to watt this feeling away immediately averting his eyes and eating to distract himself, but he fails as sunghoon allows his shirt to slide up his carved abs even more, this time locking eye contact with heeseung’s timid ones.
heeseung can’t handle the teasing and underlying pressure sunghoon is soooo mentally direct, but physically indirectly applying to his pants. he feels his boxers suddenly feeling tighter on his lap, heeseung shakes his head to come back to reality, disposing of his food as quick as possible, before darting to his minimalistic room. heeseung launches himself into his gaming chair, the bright screens light up his blown out pupils. heeseung quickly opens his tabs, switching to incognito for his desires, causing a little death in his pants. he opens his favorite video and turns his volume up. his shaky hands come up to palm himself over his aching erection, joggers outlining his hard, thick cock. an unsteady breathe leaving his tobacco-filled mouth, moving his hand up and down his girth with a graze of his fingertips. the breathy moan from his headphones ring around his head through both of his ears. heeseung’s eyes roll back and close, finally pulling his joggers and boxers down in a wobbly motion. his calloused, cold hands wrap around his cock in a cold sweat, giving himself a teasing squeeze.
heeseung starts to move his hands painfully slowly up and down, teeth enclosing on his lower lip. his shaky moans become more prominent as he starts to speed up, caving into his submission, his ugly desires. ‘f-ffuck, sunghoon’, he whispers, swiping his large thumb over his leaking tip. he goes back to fast paced jerking, his slim waist pushing up into the air, reaching for a ghostly presence to pleasure him. heeseung’s eyes roll back as ecstasy foils over him, back arching, hands moving faster at the thought of his friend. ‘hmmph, a-ah!’, he whines, his vision turning into cocaine-white, powdered bliss. his climax hits him like a truck, white and sticky milk pitifully pouring out of his still hard cock. still moving his, now lubed, hands he overstimulates himself. heeseung becomes lost in the euphoria, still squeezing when he hears a knock, and a familiar voice over the muffled moans playing in his ears. ‘heeseung hyung’, his ears perk up at sunghoon’s stifled voice behind the door. heeseungs thoughts run wild and disturbing as he turns off the video with his free hand, headphones slamming onto the table, ‘yeah’, he replies- voice strained. ‘you wanna watch a movie with me?’, sunghoon asks, innocent from the deathly actions behind the door.
heeseung pauses, rubbing himself slower to tease, overstimulation overriding his senses, ‘y-yeah su-uh- re’, he fails to conceal the whimpers erupting from his now bleeding lip. teeth sinking in so deep, he can taste the metallic notes of blood on his pink tongue. heeseung barely hears sunghoon say another sentence, coming out irrelevant as he tunes out his words and focuses on sunghoon’s voice instead, rubbing faster, the friction painful. heeseung manages to give a hum as a reply to cover his moans as he ejaculates for the second time, more cum landing on his abs than before. his sweet and tacky bodily fluids painting his abs like paint, like a mosaic. heeseung’s breathes come out ragged as exhausted as his tired body slouches back, admiring his work. ‘okay hyung, looking forward to it!’, sunghoon chirps behind the door, giving a goodbye knock before heeseung hears his footsteps pad away.
heeseung pulls out his phone with his clean hand, snapping a picture of the mess he made on himself. his milk-covered abs on display with his cock twitching against it, tip wet, red, leaking and messy. messy exactly how he likes it. heeseung takes a video, his face cropped out of frame, he gathers saliva in his bloody mouth and spits straight onto his angry tip, the long drag of saliva slowly and sickeningly dripping onto him. heeseung saves these in his private folder, photos and videos collected over months for someone- sunghoon. he grabs a wipe from his desk and cleans himself up, too lazy to do a proper clean down, he wipes, re-wears his cum stained boxers and drifts to sleep.
♡
sunghoon decides to knock on heeseung’s door as he scrambled into it after sunghoon’s consistent teasing all day, making sure his hand grazed the older boy’s soft ones, and making sure heeseung could see sunghoon’s shirt teasingly roll up enough to release a slither of skin. belly button and and on display for heeseung’s imagination to play around with and spin im his disturbed mind. his perked ears catching the low sounds of heeseung's muffled moans through the door, sunghoon bites back a smirk, voice coming out just over a whisper. 'heeseung hyung', he says, voice confident and condescending. sunghoon recognizes the beat of silence that whips past him, shuffling and strained noises coming from the other side of the door. sunghoon smirks, cruelly as heeseung's forbearing voice makes sunghoons cock twitch, mind full of vile deceit. he quickly asks an irrelevant question, wanting to irk heeseung further, without the older boy even realizing. sunghoon now leans against the doorframe on the outside, sinful nothings leaving his mouth to push heeseung, to control him from behind. his slender and neatly-kept fingers palm over his aching bulge, adamant and screaming at him for friction.
sunghoon keeps his hand on his hardened bulge, barely touching himself over his jeans, badgering himself with little pressure. he talks nonsense while zoning in on heeseung's now louder moans, waiting for heeseung to come undone, under sunghoon's fingers. pleased with the unlawful sounds coming from heeseung's well trained throat, sunghoon leaves a provoking knock on his door before padding away to his own room. waiting for all the other boys to go to sleep, sunghoon finally allows himself to feel the heat, his hands raking up his shirt slowly, teasingly. his fingers airily graze his abs, earning a shiver through his shaky teeth, eyes shut- mind panning back to heeseung. his nails, in need of a trim, leave faint scratch marks from his achy abdomen to his sculpted abs. sunghoons biceps tense with suspense, as his nails now glaze past his belly button, to his muscular pecs. he takes a nipple between his fingers and squeezes it, pain turning into rotten pleasure. his mouth opens on command, hips stuttering against his slacks, thrusting up for a hint of release.
the pressure of it all bubbles inside of sunghoon as he impatiently moves his free hand to palm his painful erection, the sensitivity of keeping himself restricted for hours forces tears to prick at his iniquitous eyes. his hand moves up and down his sore length, his original pace of slow movements, faltering into irregular and desperate. one hand on his length, stroking with need as the other tweaks his nipple, tormentingly pleasurable, overwhelming him. the harsh scent of his musk fills his nose, the scent which heeseung would mask and bathe himself in. wishing heeseung was here to help him, sunghoon imagines heeseung's pretty lips leaving hot, open mouthed kisses over his clothed cock. his Bambi eyes tearing up at him, his sweet nose poking the tip of his cock-nudging it like a needy kitty. sunghoon's eyes roll back, grunts spilling out of his mouth as he spurts cum into his boxers, leaking through to stain his grey slacks, which he will wear when going out with heeseung tomorrow. sunghoon gives his throbbing nipple on last squeeze before slowly caressing his worn out torso, sleep taking over him as his eyelids shut with exhaustion.
♡
the morning, dark and cold, shivers heeseung awake, loud and demanding gusts of wind slapping his laced, smooth but ironically clear curtains. his hair messy and thrashed, stands up as he reaches to grab his phone. the brightness blinding him as his phone reads '6am, get ready for sunghoon. this notification must be from his drowsy and delirious state the night before, tiredness barely remembering sunghoon's words and lazily typing up anything for himself to wake up in the morning. the dark clouds of autumn make the air stale and cold, which kisses heeseung's fresh skin. he drags his heels to the bathroom to get ready for the long day ahead of him.
heeseung, agitated, looks through more and more piles of clothes for the perfect outfit, what would sunghoon like? heeseung grows impatient as he mutters curses under his breathe over and over again, eventually giving up and he takes a pack of cigarettes from his bedside drawer, lighting the menthol, his eyes close as he wonders back. sunghoon...hmmm. the nicotine and tobacco filling his lungs, swarming them in deceit. and just as if he heard heeseung's silent pleas, sunghoon knocks before opening the empty room door, his puffy face coming into heeseung's vision. heeseung takes another long drag as sunghoon plops himself down on the floor next to him. sunghoon silently and meticulously snatches the cigarette off of heeseung, breathing in the smoke into his muscular lungs. heeseung's let's out a hearty scoff, his hands coming up to scratch his scalp, 'i really dunno what to wear hoonie, his words coming out shakier than expected. sunghoon slightly tenses at the uncommonly used nickname, 'hoonie", it makes his heart thump faster, thwack against his ribs. 'this- this is nice, sunghoon tries to compose himself by giving heeseung a black shirt. sunghoon now gains an interest in helping heeseung and digs through the pile of clothes for more, 'tsk, you should clean this hyung, too messy', sunghoon tusks, scolding heeseung in that low, muttered voice. heeseung feels his pants tighten around his crotch, breathing manually now. sunghoon then pulls out jean shorts, the colour slightly faded and distressed.
'here this will look good together, sunghoons voice quiets down as he notices a pillow shoved ontop of heeseung's lap, raising a brow he speaks up, 'what's that for hyung?", he fakes innocence. heeseung's fingers twitch around the pillow, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly, 'it's- its cold hoonie, yknow the window!', he stumbles and point towards the window, wind patting at the door gently now. 'hoonie", in that whiny, small voice of his, fuck; sunghoons body wants to slam heeseung on the floor and kiss him till theres not a stench of tobacco left on his teeth, only the smell of sunghoon. but, he regains composure, bringing a hand to remove the pillow, teasingly. 'hyung it's not even that cold, see I'll shut it for you, sunghoons fingers trail lightly over the fabric of the pillow, keeping eye contact before moving towards the loud window, shutting it. the loss of sound is sudden, the silence so loud sunghoon swears he can almost hear heeseung's heart thumping at his chest. 'wear this, sunghoon states, one final time, before scratching heeseung scalp airily and leaving. an immediate, held breathe leaves heeseung as soon as he hears the door shut, boner sticking up through his slacks, painful and hard.
the hot water from the shower spits at heeseung, the water doing nothing to help his painful erection, the trickles of water teasing him, slowly tickling down chest. the light pour of the water wraps around his length, irking him for release, to release his trapped and dark desires. heeseung lets out a deep breath and gives in, his skilled fingers wrapping around in shallow strokes. his head tips back, hair drenched in water, as his hands rub against himself - the friction unforgiving but so, so good. his mind goes blank as he chases his ecstasy, not slowing down even when he hears a shuffle outside his bathroom door. heeseung wishes it's sunghoon behind the door separating them, he wishes he would walk in on heeseung pleasuring himself, wishing sunghoon would take it into his own hands- figuratively and literally. heeseung loses himself in his movements, hips thirsting up to match the relentless pace of his hands, the water dripping down his face tipping him over the edge. the door knob rattles, with intensity, heeseung's blood rushes to his head, feeling faint and heavy at the same time. the sound of the door knob shaking and the water patting on the floor collide, in sweet, meticulous harmony. the door cracks open, heeseung coming back down to earth as his eyes widen in a little death of fear, but the fear makes him even more aroused, precum slipping out to lube himself. his eyes, blurry and half-lidded, look to meet with sunghoon's fierce and lustful ones. a small whimper leaves heeseung's tainted lips, as sunghoon takes a few long strides towards heeseung.
sunghoon rids himself of his clothes, the hoodie and slacks-covered in last night's secrets- thump gently on the cold, tiled floor. heeseung's movements ,perverted and unafraid, don't give up, only slowing down to tease himself. sunghoon enters the shower, confidence reeking off of his toned, muscular body, all on display for heeseung. he tries not to drool as sunghoon keeps direct eye contact with him, pushing the wet hair out of his Bambi face. sunghoon's hand reaches down to cover heeseung's, moving his hand at a faster pace. heeseung's knees buck as a whiny, breathy moan leaves his open mouth, sunghoon's slender but larger hands moving up and down his shaft, pace deathly. the loud, lewd sounds of moisture fill the bathroom, moans covered by the shower. sunghoon pulls heeseung's head into a passionate kiss, lips sucking the older boy's, tongue poking at his teeth. sunghoon bites down on heeseung's lower lip, earning a high pitched moan from him, as sunghoon's pace is relentless on him, more cum pooling out of his red, angry tip. their tongues collide and mesh with saliva and the everlasting taste of nicotine, sunghoon's cheeks hollow, sucking heeseung's tongue with pain and torture. the kiss is messy and disgusting, spit gathering at their chins, some saliva managing to leave drops onto heeseung's sore tip. with more strokes faster than heeseung has ever felt his vision goes white, eyes locked onto sunghoon as best as he can. heeseung's body jerks in sunghoons grasp, eyes rolling back as spurts of cum paint sunghoon's fingers, marking him.
heeseung's breathes are shallow as sunghoon pulls back from the deep kiss, his free hand gripping heeseung's hair with brute force, yanking his head back. 'suck., he spits at heeseung's blank state, cock drunk and overstimulated as sunghoon keeps rubbing his tip with the pad of his thumb. heeseung obediently crouches onto his knees, big eyes staring up at sunghoon as he leaves hot, open mouth kisses on his length. sunghoon unleashes a shaky breathe, followed by grunts as heeseung's tongue comes out to lick down his thick shaft. eager to please, heeseung takes most of sunghoon into his warm, spit filled mouth, drool seeping out of the sides of his mouth. sunghoon throws his head back, adams apple on display, almost begging to be bit. heeseung slurps sunghoon as his last meal, deepthroating him over and over again. the lewd noises accumulate in the misty air around them, the harsh noise of sunghoon's tip hitting the back of heeseung's throat becoming louder than the shower. tears prick at heeseung's eyes as his hands grip and claw at sunghoon's meaty thighs, his movements become sloppy and slick, throat warm and tight for sunghoon. sunghoon comes with his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hot spurts reaching down heeseung's throat. heeseung, thirsty for sunghoons release, swallows.
♡
after stretched hours of tension lingering in between the air of the two, the other boys notice- thinking that there was an argument between the two. heeseung ignoring sunghoon gave him a guilty pleasure deep inside, a smug smirk every time heeseung's soft voice dissolves into thin air when speaking in sunghoon's presence, his eyes darting in tranquility when making eye contact with sunghoon.
sunghoon, however, is more than excited as his pretty package-bought just for heeseung- arrives. it's cocoa colored box itches at sunghoon, whispering an enthusiastic 'open me!'. sunghoons mind leaps at disgustingly erotic scenarios, when the box is safely placed on his mattress, scenarios of heeseung begging, pleading for a hint of sweet release. as the others go out to eat, leaving riki, sunghoon and heeseung in their comforting dorm, sunghoon call out for his hyung, 'heeseungie hyung, come here!' he exclaims from his neat and tidy bedroom. he listens out for heeseung's padded footsteps coming closer to insanity, which sunghoon will drag him to. heeseung enters, the faint smell of cigarettes leeching off of the butt in his fingers. heeseung hums as the edge of sunghoons door, quietly masking his panicky heart. sunghoon calmly pats the empty space next to him, enticing heeseung to take a seat, which he complies to. 'I bought you this, well me and you, his voice comes out low, almost eerie.
heeseung, meekly sat next to sunghoon, feels his tummy do flips, excited and shaky. sunghoons velvet hands smooth over the ivory ribbon on the sleek black box. his fingers slowly, almost teasingly, pull the bow off, falling gracefully into his lap. the tension coils in heeseung's abdomen, warm and thick as his breathe is held while sunghoon infuriatingly slowly lifts the black lid to reveal a laced covered knife. heeseung's Bambi eyes ever so slightly widen as he tensely looks at sunghoon, who has a little smirk plastered on his greedy face. 'cmon don't be scared', sunghoon teases as his hand reaches up to push a stray hair out of heeseung's flushed face, a small pout forming. 'i'll be careful, i promise, sunghoon whispers, leaning in towards heeseung ear, a small but comforting hand rubbing soothing circles into heeseung's lower back. 'o-okay, yeah, heeseung mumbles, eyes stuck on the bedsheets beneath his thighs. 'yeah, you sure baby?", sunghoon asks, voice laced in comfort and reassurance, with a confident nod from heeseung-sunghoon helps to lay him down on the soft mattress.
sunghoon retrieves the charmed and laced knife from the box, legs straddling heeseung's hip. sunghoon leans down, his clean cologne entering heeseung's cranium, he latches his smooth lips onto heeseung's dry ones. their tongues collide and suck on each other, messy with teeth clashing, spit dribbling down their chins. sunghoon's free hand leaves from the spot next to heeseung's ear, to lightly squeeze at heeseung's throat, earning a needy whine from the older boy, moans spilling into and being consumed by sunghoon's mouth. heeseung lifts his hips up to rub against sunghoon's, the friction yummy and enticing, sunghoon groans into the kiss while he gives heeseung's thigh a light slap in means to stop, he breaks the kiss for air as his hand relocates to heeseung's pretty throat, 'mmm, beg for it baby., sunghoon's voice comes out raspy and airy, as heeseung thrusts up onto him once more, 'please hoonie, please please, heeseung begs, breathe ragged and eyes watery.
sunghoon lets out a small chuckle as he grazes the knife against heeseung's chin, the knife too dull to cut but sharp enough to scratch. letting out a whimper, heeseung sticks his tongue out to lick the knife, drool seeping onto the silver. sunghoon trails the sharpness down heeseung's taunting adams apple, while pulling heeseung's slacks and boxers down in one swift movement. heeseung's leaking cock slaps at his abdomen, shirt pushed up to his pecks, his breathing strained and on edge. sunghoon's slender fingers wrap around heeseung's base, squeezing to test heeseung's response, which was whiny and soft. content, sunghoon trials the scratchy knife down heeseung's nipples and outlining the curve of his abs. heeseung moans, loud and needy, as his cock leaks out more precum, which encourages sunghoon to leave a small peck on his tip, lapping at the salty taste like a hungry kitten. sunghoon brings the dull knife to swipe up and down heeseung's unbearably hard cock.
he replaces the knife with his fist as his movements are harsh and fast, bringing heeseung over the edge. leaving hot kisses on his hyung's sweaty abdomen, sunghoon humps against heeseung's bare thigh. his tongue licks long and hot stripes up to heeseung's nipples, nipping at them. 'fuck! hoonie im gonna-!', heeseung whines as his cum spurts all over sunghoon's stomache, belly button covered in seed. sunghoon drags his lips to heeseung's mouth, spitting on his lolled out tongue, only to reach down and slurp it up from heeseung's mouth. his hand still working on heeseung, fast and overstimulating as heeseung whimpers into sunghoon's fleshy tongue. with erratic thrusts on heeseung's thigh, sunghoon's eyes roll back as he spills in his boxers.
sunghoon topples onto the boy beneath him, fatigue wearing over the both of them, trying to catch their breaths. sunghoon leaves a loving peck on heeseung's damp forehead, 'you did so well for me baby, he comforts. sunghoon braces himself up, gathering a towel to clean up the mess they made. heeseung makes himself comfortable in sunghoon's detergent scented sheets, still holding the stench of tobacco in them. sunghoon joins him as they drift off to sleep together, a little death - together.
Obsessed with the way that Revenged Love decided to go all out in terms of pride flags and rainbows: multiple flags during the snake ring fighting scene, decorating the clinic with clouds and rainbows, sneaking subtle objects in the background, making sure that certain scenes had rainbow refractions while filming.
Given that this is an uncensored Chinese BL, it's really brave of them- especially because they're choosing to be loud and confident and proud about everything (specifically within the spatial design of the show)
(also, all these pics are only from episode one, which is amazing!)
revenged love bts getting bolder each day. i’m scared to hype it too much in case the chinese government finds them and decides to ban the series before i get to watch all 24 eps 🥲
It's the indulgent little smile for me, the stroke of the hair so gently and carefully... they're gonna be wildly cute eventually. Especially knowing he was pretending to sleep.
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