Pairing: Bi/Lee Joon
Summary: There are always opportunities to improve. (NC-17)
Warning: Sex, borderline pwp
"Jihoon-hyung." Joon panted, his voice hitching at each thrust.
Skillful hips rolled and he could feel that commanding power inside of him, taking his breath.
Chest to chest, Joon wrapped his legs around his senior's lower back, locking at the ankles while his damp fingers clung at the walls beside his head.
A tongue licked at the salty dip of his collar bone and moved to sample the moist skin of his neck.
Joon wanted to take off his clothes, the heat of their sex was smouldering, but both were just a bit too concerned with the pulses of pleasure in their loins to persue this idea. In their haste, only enough clothing was rearranged to make room for needy odds and ends.
He was wondering why his boss had offered to dance with him alone and not with the others. Not that he was complaining; Joon was actually really glad to have the one on one time, dancing or not.
"Try your best for now, but be ready when a challenge arrives."
Resting from hours of morning practicing, beading with sweat, Joon was pinned, sitting on the floor against the wall. Their faces close, one smiling on top and other shocked underneath, he soon found himself trying to catch his breath in a whole new way.
His hyung knew just how to touch him to turn Joon's initial hesitance into the feverish fantasy he'd only entertained in a brief morning shower.
Joon shivered as Jihoon suckled his earlobe and stoked him firmly between his legs. He tilted his head back and spoke his name, only it choked halfway though and came out a pleasurable gasp.
Joon sucked in the warm air desperately as the pressure in his cock rose.
He began to rotate his hips over Jihoon, taking some initiative even though the older was fully cabable of hitting all the right spots on his own.
A challenge met, Jihoon smiled against his dongsaeng's neck.
"So, are you going to let me win, Joon?"
The younger couldn't help but smirk between breaths, "I'll try my best not to lose."
Gusto somewhat renewed, it became a competition of sorts to see who could endure.
Joon arched his body and flexed against Jihoon's torso, trying to get some leverage. Thrusting himself forward, he began clenching his lower muscles around the other's cock.
However, he was still at a disadvantage; his efforts to position himself failed under Jihoon's weight and the angle he was sitting in. Moving around so much only drove the slick lenght deeper inside until it teased parts of him that made him dizzy.
He squirmed again but Jihoon held him tight, fingers gripping into the small of Joon's back while the other guided Joon's lips into his busy mouth.
Joon fought the rising urge for what seemed like forever. His body tensed as the pressure threatened to spill over; the friction between their drenched shirts sandwiching and massaging his weeping cock didn't help.
An instant of triumph swept over him as he felt his hyung tense over him, his breath quickening in his ear.
But, an unexpected curve of the hips hit Joon at just the right angle and sent him slamming full speed into a wall of white ecstacy.
He didn't know how loud he'd yelled his hyung's name, the orgasm deafening. His body twisted and muscles tighted, and his abs clinched, becoming more defined as the cream like fluid rained on them and dripped between the groves.
Head spinning, Joon fell up against the wall, his legs dropping tiredly at Jihoon's sides and his sneakers scrapping the floor with a sharp squeak.
A flick of pain, and a trickle of fluid streamed under his thighs as Jihoon pulled himself out. Caught up in his own release, Joon hadn't noticed that the other had come too.
Jihoon sighed and adjusted himself into his workout pants.
Joon wasn't sure that what type of sigh it was; disappointment, relief of pent up energy, he couldn't say, and he was suddenly embarrassed that he was most likely outdone in sex too.
Slightly laughing the feeling away, Joon mustered up his couraged and asked, "Hyung... who won?"
"Who do you think?"
Jihoon tossed him and towel, and sat next to him while sipping a bottle of water. Joon cleaned himself off awkwardly, speechless, and made sure to avoid his hyung's expression.
"I didn't expect you to win, but you got closer than I thought." Jihoon's tone was light but sincere.
He smiled with his small eyes and licked the excess droplets of water off his lips.
"Do you want to try again?"
going from notebook to laptop, this got shorter than I expected :/