Myungsoo/Hoya || R || Smut, Humor || 1/100
Myungsoo’s tongue drives Hoya crazy.
A/N: It’s not my first time doing smut, but I still feel awkward about writing it so bare with me, haha. Enjoy!
It was late at night in Infinite’s dorm, everyone sound asleep except for the group’s main dancer, who had been tossing and turning restlessly for nearly two hours. Sighing heavily, Lee Howon finally rolled on his back and stared up at the ceiling. There’s no way I’m getting sleep tonight. He sat up, careful not to squish any of the other guys as he made his way out of the room and towards the kitchen, yawning and ruffling his hair. The heat was just one of the two contributing factors to the reason why he couldn’t sleep. The other reason, however…
Hoya turned his attention from the TV, looking up and seeing Myungsoo plop down on the couch next to him. “Hey, Myungsoo.”
“What are you watching?” Myungsoo asked, looking towards the TV.
Hoya shrugged as he tossed the remote in between them. “I don’t even know, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Myungsoo snorted. “Are you that bored?”
“Pretty much,” Hoya replied, slouching some in the couch and looking up at the ceiling with his eyes closed.
“I can think of something for us to do.”
Hoya opened his mouth to ask the younger boy what he had in mind, but was abruptly cut off by something wet trailing across the side of his neck, prickling his skin with goosebumps. His eyes popped open in surprise, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt it again, this time across his exposed collarbone. He whirled around to look at Myungsoo, almost crashing their lips together due to the sudden proximity between them. “M…Myungsoo what…”
Myungsoo chuckled, smirking at Hoya. He licked his lips slowly, smirk growing wider as he saw Hoya’s eyes flicker down to his mouth. “I told you, giving us something to do…” His hand slowly inched up Hoya’s shirt, running his fingers from his navel up to his chest, and back down again teasingly, giving the dancer strange, tingling sensations down south. His lips were latched on to Hoya’s neck, sucking on the tender skin and earning a moan from his band member.
Hoya turned around and jumped in surprise as the man who haunted his very dreams stood only a few feet away from him.
Myungsoo blinked. “Are…you okay?”
“Y-yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Hoya’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat.
“You were kind of having a staring contest with the refrigerator and you looked like you were ready to rip it from the wall,” Myungsoo replied with a chuckle as he walked towards the fridge. Hoya felt his stomach tightened up as Myungsoo brushed against him to go in, swallowing past a lump that had formed in his throat as he backed away some. I am not gay. I am NOT gay.
“What’s on your mind?” Myungsoo asked, opening the door and bending over to look around.
“I just can’t sleep…” Don’t look, don’t look…Hoya’s eyes drifted down anyway, looking at a certain someone’s rear end. Fuck, didn’t I say don’t look?!
“Me neither. I thought I was the only one who was up.” Myungsoo finally straightened up, placing milk on the counter, “You want some warm milk too?”
“Sure,” Hoya said, leaning against the counter, mentally slapping himself. Okay he had to admit, he’d been sexually frustrated lately, and even if Myungsoo was a pretty attractive fellow, connecting those two like that was just not okay. He glanced over at the younger boy as a glass was slid down to him. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Myungsoo raised his glass toward Hoya’s. “Cheers. For insomnia.”
Hoya laughed, bumping his glass against Myungsoo’s before starting to sip. He pulled it away almost as soon as he’d started, scrunching up his face. “Hmm, I think I’ll stick to just regular milk…”
Myungsoo made a noise of agreement, putting his glass on the counter. “Yeah, it’s not bad but I’d rather not.” He licked his lips, not noticing the way Hoya tensed up. “I have a milk mustache don’t I?”
Hoya nodded slowly, blinking as Myungsoo swiped his tongue across his upper lip and over his philtrum. He was starting to feel the same tingly feeling he’d felt in his dream. “S-stop.”
“Stop what?” Myungsoo looked confused.
Hoya sighed and shook his head, turning towards the sink, missing the devilish smirk that appeared on his friend’s face. “Nothing…it’s nothing.” I need to get out of here. He screwed his eyes shut and downed the rest of his milk, rinsing his glass and cleaning it out. He nearly dropped his glass in the sink as he felt hands settling at his waist, a body pressing up against his back.
“I know what’s bothering you,” Myungsoo’s voice whispered in his ear, sending a chill straight down his spine. “You made it too obvious, you know that?” Hoya swallowed hard as he felt fingertips ease under his shirt, moving teasingly against his hip bone. Feeling them dip past the waistband of his sweatpants, he pulled away, turning and pushing Myungsoo away.
“Stop, we can’t…”
“Who says?” Myungsoo raised an eyebrow.
“Me!” Hoya exclaimed in a squeaky voice. “I don’t like guys like that.”
“Your dick says otherwise.” Myungsoo stepped closer, pushing back up against Hoya and rubbing up against his erection, causing the older boy to shudder. “Admit it, you like it. You like me.” He leaned toward’s Hoya’s face, letting his tongue glide briefly over the older boy’s lips. “You like this.” He moved his mouth to Hoya’s ear, licking at his earlobe.
Hoya could slowly feel himself losing it. His heart was racing a mile a minute, his brain screaming at him to just give it up. “Myungsoo-” he started to say, but stopped when the younger boy’s hand slipped past his sweat pants, gripping his length and starting to stroke up and down. His barrier finally broke, and he couldn’t help but to give into the pleasure. “Myungsoo…” he moaned, rolling his head back.
Myungsoo smirked, attacking Hoya’s neck with kisses as he jerked down the older boy’s sweatpants, exposing him. “It gets better.”
Hoya opened his eyes and looked down, watching Myungsoo sink to his knees, the younger boy gripping his erection once again as he lapped his tongue across the head. “F…fuck,” he blurted out, fingers tangling in Myungsoo’s hair. Watching him work his tongue around him, feeling the effect it had on him, brought him closer to the edge than his hand alone could ever do. “You’ve done this before?”
“Maybe.” Myungsoo smiled as he looked up at Hoya, watching him carefully as he leaned forward, inching his length into his mouth in an almost teasing manner. It took everything in Hoya’s power not to just thrust rapidly into his mouth. Instead he tightened his grip against the boy’s hair, releasing the breath he’d been holding since it had started. He felt Myungsoo’s mouth tighten around him, trapping him in a warm cavern as he started to suck, head bobbing up and down in a rapid pace.
Soon enough, the all too familiar feeling started to rise in Hoya, the tingling sensation starting to grow stronger. “I’m close,” he choked out, fingernails digging hard into Myungsoo’s scalp.
Myungsoo pulled his mouth away, grabbing Hoya’s length with his hand and starting to jerk him off roughly. “Come on me,” he whispered, eyes flickering up to meet the older boy’s. Hoya felt the heat coiling in his stomach, the momentum building as he thrust against Myungsoo’s hand, panting loud and harshly until he finally released, falling against the counter as his climax rippled through him. He looked down in a daze, Myungsoo milking the rest out of him, face covered with the evidence of their little adventure. It was enough to make him want it all over again.
“Wow…that was amazing,” Hoya breathed as Myungsoo rose to his feet. “I mean really it was…”
“I told you.” Myungsoo smirked, licking his lips. “so…what were you saying about not liking guys like that?”
Hoya could feel himself blushing and he dropped eye contact. “We should probably get cleaned up…”
“Sure, sure.” Myungsoo chuckled and disappeared from the kitchen as Hoya pulled his pants back up, fixing them and washing his hands in the sink. Once finished, he headed out of the kitchen and back towards the bedroom. Before he could take one step into his bed, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a voice whispered in his ear, “You owe me.” He felt a kiss pressed on his cheek. “Sweet dreams.” And just like that, the warmth was gone as Myungsoo pulled away and headed off to his own bed.
Hoya smiled to himself as he finally got into bed, sliding under the covers and wiggling to get comfortable. He tossed and turned a bit, trying to find a good spot for himself, but failing. His mind was on Myungsoo, thinking about his smirk, his skilled mouth, and one of the best experiences of his life. About half an hour later he sighed heavily, rolling on his back, staring up at the ceiling in despair as he realized…
He was definitely not getting any sleep tonight.