it's been a hot minute since i wrote phayurain but also, anyone interested in a hyung kink fic? am still deciding if i want to post it in multi chapters or a one shot bc i tend to drag out chaptered fics and not finish them (i swear i have a plan for camboy kimchay tho, i SWEAR)
my phayurain inspo has burnt out a little but i thought i'd share some of what i wrote anyways
anyways here's a snip from last month!
Rain’s a little more giggly than usual, peals of laughter like tinkling bells. More sensitive too, because he's squirmy under the touch of Phayu’s wandering fingers, curling his own fingers around Phayu’s wrists.
“Hyung,” he murmurs softly, the title barely audible with the noise of the room, “it tickles."
Despite Rain’s part-korean background, he's barely heard Rain speak any korean, let alone address him with korean honorifics. He'd mostly call him “Phi” or “Sunbae” at best, when he's introducing Phayu to his korean friends, but never “Hyung”.
To be honest, Phayu hasn't been paying attention to it. If he digs a little deeper into his Rain-shaped memory bank, he might recall Rain using it to address distant korean relatives when they gather for the occasional new year’s. More often than not, he’s crying out for Phayu’s other titles in bed.
Still, it catches his attention now, now when Rain is squeezing his hand a little, blinking sleepily as he looks up at Phayu. The alcohol must've gotten to him, evident in the flush in his cheeks and the dazed expression he wears on his face.
“It tickles?” Phayu echoes the statement, twisting his wrists free from Rain’s weak grasp to pin Rain’s together with one hand. The other continues its slow ascend up Rain’s belly, toying with the skin under the curve of his chest. He keeps his fingers near the hem of Rain’s top, disguising his actions as helping to adjust Rain’s shirt from riding too high up.
“Hyuuung," Rain drags out the vowels as he whines, leaning closer to yawn into the sleeve of Phayu’s shirt. This time he knows the title is intentional, and Phayu has half a mind to pull Rain into a bruising kiss.
The way the word swirls on Rain’s tongue, innocent and sweet as he calls out for him. Phayu just wants to ravish him, to pull the word from his lips again and again and again. Then he'll claim him and make him all starry-eyed and weak in the knees the way he effortlessly does to Phayu.
“Alright, ‘Hyung’ will stop. Are you ready to head home now, sweet boy?”
