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City Daily Photo Theme Day: March

City Daily Photo’s Theme Day invites bloggers to post a photo of a municipal building. I chose a Beijing Community Relations building. Every neighborhood has such a building that provides local services, but also employs people who keep tabs on everything

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Mar 7, 2015

baby it's cold outside

dongchen, chendong (dongwoo/chen) nc17 | oneshot prompt, completed | smut, romance "spending their four year anniversary snowed in at the ugly little cabin was everything jongdae never knew he wanted"

warning: unprotected sex, disgusting levels of romantic fluff. A/N: Happy birthday zasshu! I'm sorry I suck so bad at writing porn...

The online website had offered rustic charms, stunning views andan affordable price. The realty was a small house deep in the mountains with no central heating, flickering lights and though the views were stunning, they were best viewed from the bathroom. It could’ve been worse, Jongdae had said cheerfully when they arrived, seeing the crestfallen look on Dongwoo’s face as they’d gotten inside.

Of course saying this meant that, within five hours of arriving, a foot of snow had been dumped on the mountain. Jongdae was glad that he’d let Dongwoo and Chanyeol do the shopping for their trip; it meant that they had far more food than they needed, but now, with the possibility of their weekend trip going far longer than intended, they would survive.

The cabin had a closet full of warm, homey quilts, which they drug out and spread over the master bed. It was heavy, nearly suffocating under all of them, but it made up for the lack of proper heating. The water was thankfully warm enough to manage showers; not enough to stay in for long periods of time, but they got clean. Jongdae sent a silent prayer out that the pipes wouldn’t free during their stay.

Dinner was a sad affair, Dongwoo still sulking over his failure to ‘book a perfect romantic getaway’. Jongdae silently agreed that staying in the more expensive hotel in town would’ve been nicer (steam showers, man) but this was nice, too.

“Come on, babe,” Jongdae urged, prodding Dongwoo gently as they cleaned up the dishes from their light supper. “Let’s hook up the laptop and watch a movie. We can snuggle~”

Dongwoo, still pouting; lip practically low enough to trip over, agreed easily enough. He let Jongdae lead him into the small master bedroom, searching for an outlet to plug in the laptop while Jongdae booted it up; looking through the hard drive Myungsoo had lent them for the trip. It was packed with movies and television shows; Myungsoo was a firm believer in pirating everything and anything he wanted.

He picked out a mindless action film, getting it started as Dongwoo brought the cord back. Jongdae plugged the computer in while his boyfriend changed into his pajamas and slid into bed next to him, instantly warming up the other man. He smiled, tucking their toes together for warmth. “See, this isn’t so bad, is it?”

“I still should’ve booked the hotel,” Dongwoo muttered, watching the film with vague interest. “I suck.”

Laughing, Jongdae leaned his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “You’re awesome. This is awesome. A weekend, trapped with you? Sign me up any time.”

“Baekhyun kept telling me that a hotel was nicer, that massages and saunas beat out ‘rustic charm’ but I insisted.” Running his finger tips over Jongdae’s ribs, Dongwoo heaved a putout sigh. “I’m gonna leave a really, really bad review.”

Snorting, Jongdae rolled his eyes. “You’re being really melodramatic. It’s not even that bad. We’re together—isn’t that the most important thing?”

Dongwoo looked away from the movie, studying his boyfriend’s face for a long moment, before smiling reluctantly. “Yeah. It is.”

“Well then, happy four years, babe.” Jongdae stretched his neck, kissing the other man gently. Not pulling away, he murmured, their lips brushing pleasantly as he spoke, “you’re the best.”

Dongwoo chased his mouth when he tried to move back, closing his sharp teeth gently around Jongdae’s bottom lip. The man went pliant, letting his boyfriend lick into his mouth, all but purring. The wet slide of Dongwoo’s tongue was familiar, setting fire to his nerves. No matter how many years passed, or how many times they kissed, Jongdae didn’t think he’d ever be able to get sick of it.

He reached up, hands sliding through his boyfriend’s short hair; he gripped the strands tightly, earning a low moan from the body under him. “Do you remember how we met?” he asked softly, lifting off to study Dongwoo’s flushed face, the movie entirely forgotten.

“Of course.” The other man grinned, his smile slightly too large for his face, but it suited him. “Minseok’s birthday party—you wore that black sweater with the v neck. I wanted to peel it off you.”

Jongdae wiggled his eyebrows, his heart fluttering with the knowledge that his boyfriend still remembered what he was wearing the first time they met. He’d never admit to anyone, especially not Dongwoo, how happy that made him. “You brought me a beer,” Jongdae added helpfully, “I thought you were cute.”

“Did you?”

“Of course.” Jongdae kissed the side of Dongwoo’s mouth, grinning. “You were pretty drunk by the end of the night and not being subtle at all. It was pretty flattering how hard you were chasing me.”

“Don’t remind me,” Dongwoo mumbled, taking a moment to suck on Jongdae’s lip, not releasing him until he had the other man mewling, arching into him for more. His hands slid down to Jongdae’s hips, squeezing them gently. “Chanyeol always makes his drinks too strong.”

Jongdae snorted, “that’s an understatement. I thought Baek was going to get alcohol poisoning after that party. I’ve never seen him get that sick—I guess I’d do the same if you dumped me two weeks before our anniversary though.”

Dongwoo frowned. “I’ll never break up with you. Especially not before our anniversary.”

“Good to know,” Jongdae said, rubbing his fingertip gently over the curve of Dongwoo’s ear. He rolled over, settling himself down on Dongwoo’s lap, legs curled on either side of the man. Cold air snuck in through the now wide gaps of the quilts, making Jongdae press his freezing toes under his boyfriend’s thighs. “You wouldn’t survive two days without me, anyway. Who would help you with taxes?”

“Sunggyu probably would.” Pouting, Dongwoo rubbed circles on his hips with his thumbs, “who would drive you to work?”

“You have me there.” Jongdae set his hands over the other man’s, gently dragging them from his hips down to his spread thighs, sighing at the feeling. “I guess I’d better keep you, huh?”

Getting the hint, Dongwoo began to rub his hands up and down the outside of Jongdae’s thighs, slowly licking his lips. “Forever.”

Rocking his hips back onto his boyfriend’s rapidly hardening cock, Jongdae’s lips twisted into a smug smile. “You’re getting sappy on me again. Soon you’ll be going on about our retirement plan—ah!”

Curling his fingers tight around Jongdae’s dick through his loose sweat pants, Dongwoo watched his boyfriend with a sly smirk. “I thought you liked when I’m romantic? You always get that little smile, like you’re really enjoying what you hear.”

Trying to focus on his side of the argument was hard with his boyfriend palming his length; Jongdae struggled to form a sarcastic response. “I—maybe I’m just—”

Dongwoo half rolled up, biting into the flesh over the other man’s jugular, suckling on the abused skin; Jongdae’s words went garbled, his dick taking priority over speech. Dongwoo released his hold, murmuring, “shut up Jongdae.”

Normally a cry for silence would rouse more noise from the man, but this was one situation where he was happy to comply with the order given. He carded his fingers back into Dongwoo’s hair and tugged sharply, arching the man’s head and spine back so that he could kiss him properly.

Dongwoo let him control the kiss, moaning softly as Jongdae’s tongue swept across his own. Jongdae rolled his hips, pushing his cock into Dongwoo’s frozen palm. A needy noise crawled out of him, spurring Dongwoo back into action; Jongdae hissed as his boxers chafed his erection, but refused to complain. Some friction was better than none.

“T-Tell me,” he panted, tongue licking across Dongwoo’s heated skin. “You brought lube.”

“It’s our four year anniversary, we’re in a cabin alone,” Dongwoo replied, sounding far too put together for Jongdae’s liking. “Of course I brought lube.”

“I don’t like your tone,” Jongdae grumbled, lifting off his boyfriend to tug his shirt off, hissing at the temperature of the bedroom. Dongwoo didn’t give him a chance to get too chilled, flipping them awkwardly on the bed, blankets twisting them up tightly. "Lube," Jongdae moaned weakly, digging his knees into Dongwoo's hips as the man pressed his fingertips against his nipples.

"In a second," Dongwoo told him, distracted by his task. He pinched Jongdae's nipples, grinning with boyish charm when Jongdae arched into his hands. Sensing that his boyfriend wasn't going to free him from the tangle of blankets any time soon, Jongdae set to getting his boyfriend naked, wanting to feel skin against his own.

"Naked," he ordered, wrenching up Dongwoo's loose sleep shirt, nails raking down the man's heaving stomach. Dongwoo groaned, clenching his eyes shut. Jongdae kept pulling until Dongwoo lifted his upper body off the bed, allowing Jongdae to yank his shirt off, throwing the offending object across the small room.

Dongwoo looked at him through his lashed, licking over his plush bottom lip. "Eager, huh?"

"Desperate," Jongdae corrected. He whined as Dongwoo teasingly flicked his nipple. "Fuck, babe, please—I need you in me right now—"

Groaning, Dongwoo abandoned his torture of Jongdae's sensitive nipples, tugging at the tie that kept Jongdae's sleeping pants around his waist. Jongdae let him yank it open before nudging his nose against the soft line of Dongwoo's cheek; he licked the curve of the man's ear.

"Lube," he reminded his boyfriend, letting his breath wash warm over the sensitive skin. Dongwoo shuddered hard. "Let me go baby."

"Hurry."

Jongdae tossed off the blankets, barely paying mind to the instant change of temperature that sent goose bumps down his arms and chest. He hopped awkwardly on one foot when he was off the bed, kicking his sleeping pants away.

He bent over Dongwoo's suitcase, giving his boyfriend a clear view of his ass. He wiggled it back and forth as he searched, making sure that the man was getting a good show. His fingers closed around the little bottle of strawberry lube just as Dongwoo's pants hit his back, startling a laugh from him.

"Get over here," his boyfriend whined, tone needy.

Jongdae turned, sucking in a deep breath as he saw what waited for him on the bed. Dongwoo was watching him with dark eyes, teeth closed around his lip as he slowly jerked his cock. Approaching the bed, Jongdae watched his palm worth over the length, appreciating the slow dribble of precum from the slit. His mouth was dry; tongue swiping over the roof of his mouth as he thought about swallowing the flushed red head of his boyfriend's cock, wanting the weight of it on his tongue.

Moaning, Jongdae crawled up the bed, tossing the lube aside in favor of putting his hands on Dongwoo's thighs, nudging his nose against the head of Dongwoo's dick; the other man moaned softly.

"Did you throw the lube?" Dongwoo croaked.

"I have more important things right now," Jongdae explained, slapping Dongwoo's hand aside, replacing it with his own. Giving in to his urge, he licked across the head, tongue dipping into the slit of his boyfriend's cock as he gathered up the precum dripping down.

"Jesus fuck," Dongwoo cursed, eyelashes fluttering at the sight.

Jongdae stretched his lips around the wide girth of the man's cock, tongue pressing against the underside. His hands worked what his mouth couldn't reach yet, squeezing as Dongwoo spat profanity. The man was trying hard not to shove his cock down the slick heat of his boyfriend's throat, his control waning as Jongdae hummed teasingly. The vibrations made his eyes roll, fingers scrabbling in the sheets.

"Fu-fuck Jongdae—I'm gonna cum if you don't stop—"

Jongdae pulled off with a pop, looking longingly down at the man's cock, admiring the way it gleamed with his spit. "Next round you're cumming down my throat, you hear me?"

"God—" grabbing Jongdae's wrists, the dark-haired man jerked his boyfriend forward, kissing him. Their teeth pressed too hard into the kiss, adding a twist of pain that left Jongdae purring. "Lube, lube," Dongwoo panted.

One wrist freed, Jongdae slapped at the sheets blindly, trying to locate the bottle. He mewled loudly, nearly face planning when Dongwoo wiggled under him, lining their cocks up; the friction, even as weak as it was, enough to make his body tighten in need.

He snatched the bottle off the bed, digging his nails into Dongwoo's shoulder as he hauled himself back up. It was hard to pop the lid open one-handed, especially with Dongwoo writhing attractively under him. He pressing his hand down on the man's chest, rubbing his palm over Dongwoo's peaked nipple. His boyfriend released a garbled moan.

Lube spilled over the sheets as the cap opened, a lot spilling on the bed as well as his fingers. Dongwoo reached out to help him, snapping the lid shut to prevent further spills. "Don't waste it," he whined, "it's all we've got."

"We'll get creative if we have to," Jongdae muttered, rubbing his fingers together to heat the lube up; he settled himself higher on his knees, pressing his middle finger in first, sighing at the slow stretch. It'd been awhile since they'd been able to do this; too invested in their mutual careers to give their sex life the kind of attention it deserved.

Knowing he had Dongwoo's undivided attention, Jongdae made a show of moaning loudly, working his finger in and out, careful not to aim near his prostate, too close to the end already. Dongwoo moaned with him as he pushed in another finger, gently scissoring the two.

"You're so beautiful," Dongwoo told him; beyond the hungry lust there was a tenderness in his dark eyes that set Jongdae's whole body alight. He mewed weakly when Dongwoo sat up, hands circling his waist; he let his head droop back as his boyfriend nipped at his neck.

His fingers kept moving, three now pushing in and out; he was about to complain for more when Dongwoo, having scooped his fingers into the spilled lube, pushed a finger in around his. The stretch of four fingers made Jongdae hiss, his cock laying heavy between his thighs, drooling precum onto the sheets.

"Oh god," he said, half mindless with pleasure already. "Need—need—"

Dongwoo ignored him, his middle finger carefully nudging the stretched rim of Jongdae's entrance. The man cried out as five fingers breached him; he could hear, distantly, the way he begged as Dongwoo pushed his fingers intently into his prostate. Dongwoo didn't have the same concerns that Jongdae did, not caring if his boyfriend came early, so long as he came.

"C-Cock," he protested, his own fingers still sliding in and out, following the pace that Dongwoo set. "I want it."

Dongwoo bit down on Jongdae's jaw, his breathing heavy. He tugged his fingers out with a wet noise, spreading the residual lube over his dick; Jongdae barely had the patience to wait, shoving his hands away, seating himself heavily on the man's length.

His stretched hole swallowed Dongwoo's cock greedily, wrenching a cry out of them both. Balls deep inside his lithe boyfriend, Dongwoo could do little more than hold onto the other man's hips, falling back onto the bed with a weak noise. Seeing the man so wrung out had Jongdae swimming high on desire and a smug sort of pride.

"Do you want me to ride you?" Jongdae asked, chest heaving. "Or are you going to fuck me?"

Grunting, Dongwoo flipped them over, Jongdae yelping in surprise as he landed in the little puddle of freezing lube. "As much as I like watching you work yourself down on my cock, I've got no patience right now."

Jongdae spread his legs wide, sighing in pleasure as Dongwoo pulled out, sinking back in smoothly. "Then fuck me already."

Pushing his hands under Jongdae's knees, the man pulled almost all the way out, only his head still inside his boyfriend's hole. "Yes sir." Shoving his cock in roughly, Dongwoo sent Jongdae sliding forward on the bed. The smaller man hurriedly braced his hands on the headboard, not wanting to end their night with a concussion.

Jongdae rolled his hips, weakly trying to keep pace with Dongwoo's near-brutal thrusts. Without nearby neighbors to complain, he didn't hold back his cries, all but wailing his boyfriend's name, the wet sound of their fucking the background music. Dongwoo lifted his right knee higher, bending Jongdae nearly in half; Jongdae screamed as the man struck his prostate dead on.

His mouth fell open, back arched off the bed as he came hard, unable to breathe or think. Cum splattered across his stomach, pooling in his belly button; Dongwoo cried out as Jongdae's hole squeezed brutally tight around his cock, all but milking his orgasm from him.

Jongdae whined quietly as the man's cum filled his insides, warming him in the dirtiest way imaginable. He collapsed, boneless, under his boyfriend, limbs heavy. Dongwoo gently pulled out, cringing at the mess they'd made on the bed. Jongdae felt cum trickling down his thighs, knowing he should care, but too exhausted to manage it.

"There's a washing machine," he told the man tiredly. "We'll worry about it in the morning."

"In the morning you'll be crusty and bitchy."

Jongdae smiled, "yeah. But I'd rather get to cuddle with you and complain later, then get cold and have to wait for my post-sex cuddles."

Dongwoo shook his head, but obediently collected the blankets, wrapping them around his boyfriend's lithe form. Jongdae nudged Dongwoo with his elbow until the man curled up, letting Jongdae be the big spoon as they drifted off.

"I love you babe," he told Dongwoo, kissing the man's ear.

"I love you too." Dongwoo yawned, snuggling back against Jongdae. "Happy four years, baby."

"Here's to four more~" Jongdae told him sleepily.

"You promised forever earlier."

Chuckling. Jongdae corrected himself. "Forever then."

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