Hidden in the Corners (oneshot)

[qiguai]

Title: Hidden in the Corners
Pairing: DooSeob (Doojoon/Yoseob)
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1094
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, what else?
Summary: Doojoon sees something in Yoseob no one else does, but can't quite put his finger on it. All he knows is that it's in that smile.

Doojoon think there's something hidden in that smile- somewhere between those dimples, laughing at him in the corners of the crevices that form when those lips pull back and make his pulse race. He's determined to figure out what it is as he corners Yoseob in the hallway and that smiles appears, its secret glittering somewhere he can't find with his eyes. So he tries first with his nose, nuzzling against his ear, across his cheek and then tries with his lips, pressing light kisses around that mouth, still smiling. A quiet giggle floats from Yoseob's lips, teasing Doojoon, so he silences him with a chaste kiss, his lips lingering on the younger boy's just a moment longer than expected. Yoseob says something he doesn't hear, because he's still searching for that secret on those lips. His gaze drifts back to Yoseob's eyes, which crinkle as his smile widens and arms wrap firmly around Doojoon's waist, pulling the leader close until their chests are touching. He can see it, almost taste it, just beyond his reach so he moves closer, locking lips with a sharp intake of breath from the boy leaning against the wall. Yoseob's mouth opens instinctively, letting Doojoon explore every inch and groaning when the older boy's tongue caresses his own. The blond's hands play with the top of Doojoon's jeans, hooking his fingers in the belt loops to pull their hips together before trailing them up underneath Doojoon's t-shirt. A sharp hiss mixed with a sigh escapes Doojoon's mouth at the contrasting sensation of Yoseob's warm hands and the cold air of the dorm. He forces his knee between the shorter boy's legs, almost ripping Yoseob's shirt as he pulls it over his head, earning a soft laugh from the boy. “You plan on finishing this here or what?” the blond asks, breath hitching when Doojoon bites his neck, leaving a mark they both know will be there for the coordis to deal with tomorrow. Without responding, the leader pulls him by the waist down the two feet of hallway they had left, but weren't able to make earlier. He pushes Yoseob onto the nearest bunk, smirking at the boy's look of horror. “Joonhyung will kill you.” But Doojoon is already on top of him, grinding their hips together and judging by Yoseob's legs wrapping around him, the complaint is long forgotten. “This is what he gets for sneaking into Hyunseung's bunk every night.” Yoseob makes a sound, and Doojoon isn't sure if he's agreeing or frustrated at the shirt he can't seem to get off of the older boy. Doojoon chuckles, pulling it over his head an tossing it to the side as Yoseob drags him down, hand grabbing needily at the back of his neck. Their bodies meet in heated friction and skin-to-skin contact, Doojoon's hand traveling down Yoseob's side to palm the blond's erection through his jeans and a groan slips from his lips, head falling back onto the bed. Fingers quickly undo the button and zipper, sliding his jeans off his hips and allowing Yoseob to kick them off the end of the bed. Hands pull roughly at Doojoon's jeans, but he bats them away, the blond's whines quickly turning to gasps as Doojoon slips a hand under the elastic of Yoseob's boxers and licks his nipple. Yoseob's eyes close and he moans, hips lifting from the bed to meet Doojoon's touch while lips press wet kisses down his chest and stomach, teeth grazing over a protruding hipbone. He gives Yoseob's erection a slow, agonizing pump, watching the boy's mouth fall open as he whimpers. A small smile playing on his lips, he kisses the head first, then down the length as Yoseob's fingers weave through his hair. The younger boy's fingers tighten almost painfully when he takes the head into his mouth, sucking lightly, and Doojoon reaches in his back pocket to pull out a small bottle of lube he's glad he didn't leave in his bed because Yoseob would probably vouch for skipping prep rather than waiting for him to find it. And Doojoon hates it when the blond makes him skip prepping him. “I don't need-,” the blond starts, as expected, but Doojoon silences him with two lubed fingers and Yoseob groans, legging spreading automatically. “Just let me,” he says, stretching the younger boy slowly and enjoying the sounds he's making. He presses just a little deeper and Yoseob cries out, arching off the bed. Doojoon's cock twitches at the sight, still trapped inside his jeans and boxers, and he decides it's enough, ridding himself of the clothing. Yoseob pulls his legs up as Doojoon coats himself. He rests Yoseob's legs on his shoulders, positioning himself and waiting for Yoseob's impatient nod before entering, his eyes fluttering closed as he's surrounded by blinding heat. The blond's entire body tenses, hands gripping at the bed desperately. Doojoon pulls out slowly, then pushes back in and Yoseob relaxes, letting out a sigh and lowering his legs to wrap around Doojoon's waist, forcing the leader to bury himself to the hilt. The older boy moans and Yoseob gives a strangled cry, arms going around Doojoon's neck and face hiding against his chest. They both pause, their panting filling the room in an erratic rhythm. And then Yoseob kisses Doojoon's neck, their signal, and the leader begins moving, slow at first to make sure the blond is okay and then steadily faster, the bunk shaking around them and Yoseob bites his lip to keep himself from screaming. Supporting himself on his forearms, his lips pressed against Yoseob's ear, Doojoon mumbles incoherent things which become gasps and curses when he feels himself reaching his peak. He wraps a hand around Yoseob's erection, stroking him roughly until the boy comes between them and the sudden tightness surrounding his cock sends Doojoon spilling into the younger boy, groaning something a bit louder than intended to Yoseob that he's embarrassed to admit sounds a lot like, “I love you.” They lie together, Doojoon collapsed on top of Yoseob, their slick chests heaving together. The leader rests his face against Yoseob's neck, closing his eyes and feeling the blond's heart beat beneath him, quick and irregular at first, but steadily slowing to a steady rhythm. He turns to look at Yoseob's face and sees it, shining from the corners of the wide grin on Yoseob's face. He kisses it, that secret in Yoseob's smile, still not understanding what it is but simply grateful that it's there.