#clamly in heat

[peachie-kyng]

I fell down the rabbit hole…

… just been reading Jeno smut like I’m in heat. You can send help if you want to, but Stockholm Syndrome is a living beast in me for Jeno smut right now.

Been horny all week, this smut well deserved and needed right now.

[jikangai-a]

dazai pinches the nose of kunikida's glasses, clamly, midrant. it does absolutely nothing for the raging agent, but he wasn't done yet. before he's assualted, hands slap hard against kunikida's cheeks and a kiss is placed. shut up ( lovingly ).

he’s mid rant, yelling at dazai about whatever annoying thing he had chosen to do today. it was a common occurrence, and kunikida spent most of his time lecturing dazai, to be honest. he wouldn’t have to if dazai didn’t spend so much time trying to agitate him on purpose, of course, but that was besides the point. 

he’s about to knock dazai on his ass when his glasses are stolen, but he’s cut off before he can get the chance. 

‘ dazai--’ and just like that he’s kissed. it does the job to cut him off, and he freezes for a minute. he’s still not used to such outward displays of affection, and maybe he’d never be. he was a lot more shy when it comes to these things. 

and when he pulls away, dazai (unfortunately) gets his way. he finds his cheeks heating up, and he’s at a loss of words. 

‘ don’t think that will... distract me... ‘ but, of course, he’s already forgotten what he’s been yelling at dazai about. damn it. 

[homoerotixx]

Hold Me and I’ll Hold You

[ONESHOT]

pairing: wontaek notes: happy birthday @ntheonlycha! it’s been such an amazing time knowing you and we’re gonna get old and gripe about wontaek all the time together. it’s not as good as anything you would ever write, but i hope you like it anyway :^D words: 1,730

Taekwoon didn't know what they were doing, and between everything else, managing a label onto whatever it was would take more effort than it was worth.

Wonsik was a touchy-feely person. Any one of the members could attest to that and a prime example was how he hung off Jaehwan almost twenty-four/seven. The more VIXX had become comfortable with each other, the worse it got; it was at the point that Hakyeon would drape himself over any available member and no one would question it. Suffice to say, they were a close bunch.

He found that there was a slight different among the members though: Whenever he was close to Taekwoon, touching him was too tempting. The others were like this too.

Taekwoon valued personal space and privacy a lot, and that was understandable; no one wanted to be around everyone all the time. This led Wonsik to being a little more reserved in touching him or holding him, to the point where the respect sent his hands as far as weaving and locking whenever he was close.

For Taekwoon, being himself around the other members was easier than being himself around outsiders; interviews and concerts featuring other groups were still a trial. He was still shy, especially about too much affection not initiated by himself.

The only person who got away with a little more than the others was Wonsik. He was a sensitive person, more easily hurt among the six of them, and Taekwoon knew that even when he would try to play the cool guy card. Watching him try to play off his hurt was a bit amusing, but Taekwoon didn't like seeing it in the first place.

They weren't really . . . dating. Taekwoon didn't know what they were doing, and between everything else, managing a label onto whatever it was would take more effort than it was worth.

It could be summed up like this: If Taekwoon didn't want to sit alone but still wanted peace, he sat by Wonsik. He he wanted to be affectionate but not be teased for it or have it returned a hundred-fold, he'd hang off Wonsik or lay his head in his lap. If he wanted something that could be overwhelming but not be, it was always Wonsik.

Sometimes, Wonsik would ask if he was alright; Taekwoon would only snort and take whichever place he wanted around him, settling in comfortably.

—

All six tired members piled into the van after a filling congratulatory dinner for one of the company's directors. Taekwoon had been too slow to get one of the reclining middle seats and was beat out by Hongbin and Jaehwan, leaving him to settle into the backseat with Wonsik and Sanghyuk, while Hakyeon took his reserved spot at the front.

Lucky.

Sleep was supposed to take him until they got back home, but his eyes wouldn't stay closed even with his head laid back. That was the worst kind of tiredness; the one without sleepiness. Hongbin and Jaehwan in front of him were already knocked out for the ride, and to his side was Sanghyuk settling into sleep.

When he glanced sideways with the expectation of Wonsik to be sleeping too, he was surprised instead to see him ardently staring out the window. His eyes fell to his lap where he could see both hands fiddling with each other, fingers lacing and shuffling. He seemed anxious about something—and, by extension, watching his unsettled hands made Taekwoon anxious too. The back of a van after a long day wasn't exactly the right place to ask what was wrong though.

Wonsik's hands wouldn't stop and watching them itched his own hands into restlessness.

He could've been sleeping by now, but then it became too much. He put his hand over both of Wonsik's and they immediately stopped with Wonsik's freezing.

Taekwoon kept his eyes straight ahead and breathed out easily.

A moment passed and then Wonsik's hands began to shift under his palm. Taekwoon thought Wonsik would remove it completely, but instead, one of his hands disappeared and the other adjusted to touch palms with his. Warmth tickled his cheeks as Wonsik's fingers slowly, unsurely slotted between his own. He was too nervous to glance down and see it.

Wonsik's fingers slowly curled down into the grooves of his knuckles and Taekwoon's heart palpitated before he breathed out again; less easily this time. Trying not to put too much thought into it, his fingers mimicked Wonsik's until they graced his hard knuckles.

The sheen of sweat on his palm must've been unpleasant, but instead of pulling away, Wonsik clasped tighter. Taekwoon's heart beat a little faster.

Wonsik's palm was a little rough, a little callous; he must've not been using that moisturizer that Hakyeon forced on him. Taekwoon didn't mind because the texture lended itself companionably to the warmth and it was satisfying.

Refusing to look (even though he probably wouldn't be able to see in this darkness), Taekwoon rested his head back again with a newfound comfort in Wonsik's hold. With his eyes on the ceiling, his peripherals showed him that Wonsik wasn't restless like before and stared out the window to the passing scenery more clamly.

When Wonsik's thumb slowly began to stroke along along his, it lulled him into the sort of daze that was hanging between wakefulness and sleep. A plesant sensation glided up his arm and lingered all the way through the ride.

He couldn't remember the engine's purring dying. The interior van lights flicked on and the unwelcome change made him squint, confusion taking root because Wonsik's hand had disappeared. His own palm was left uncomfortably cold.

Dead on their feet, the members all shuffled out to follow their leader to the dorm, paying little attention to their surroundings.

Taekwoon rubbed the pad of his thumb against his index and middle fingers to keep distracted with trained eyes on Wonsik's neck. The tattoo that lay up his spine poked up from the collar of his dark shirt and vague memories of kissing its barbed tip groggily crossed his mind. He liked all of Wonshik's tattoos. They were very . . . him.

Hardly anyone spoke a word, not that Taekwoon would've heard it. The world played out in fuzzy filters all around him and he was ready to sink into sleep. All the way down the hall, to their door, he rubbed his fingers together.

The door opened and they piled in, soon bidding each other good night and heading to their bedrooms.

Taekwoon paused at his door and watched Wonsik disapper into his with Sanghyuk. He glanced down at his hand, flexed it, shook his head to himself, and then went inside.

After barely managing to remove his pants, he flopped onto the bed, ignoring the covers despite the cool temperature. Though his sight was blurry now, he looked at his palm again. That was what he liked about Wonsik. It was something so subtle, yet here it was, leaving such an impact on him.

Holding hands, the simplest of gestures, made him feel all kinds of secure in himself. He was disappointed it had to stop.

Hand curled, he talked himself into sleeping instead of going to Wonsik's room and stealing him from his bed. Just before he lulled off though, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Over it and begging for exhaustion to take him, Taekwoon winked an unwilling eye open. Faint light from the moon cast Wonsik's figure across the wall and Taekwoon perked up, raising his head.

"Are you asleep?" Wonsik whispered cautiously.

"Yeah." he answered, rolling his dry eyes. "Are you?"

"Very funny . . ."

Feet padded across the floor, stepping over and around the mess with a few slipups. It made Taekwoon rarely consider cleaning up for once, but that would take effort he didn't care to have in his everyday life.

"Could you not sleep?" Taekwoon asked, scooting over and separating his two pillows to make room.

"Kinda . . ." There was something a little off in the tone of his voice, but Taekwoon wouldn't question it.

Wonsik eventually reached the bed and climbed into it. "Aren't you cold?"

He didn't know that he was a human furnace, did he? Even if Taekwoon had been cold before, he wouldn't be now.

Wonsik settled and faced Taekwoon. It was dark and they couldn't make out each other's eyes, but Taekwoon had a better vantage point to trace the shape of his head.

"Are you going to kick me a lot in you sleep . . . ?"

"Probably . . . I'm sorry."

Taekwoon yawned. "It's okay."

His eyelids grew heavier by the second, his whole body relaxed by the generous heat Wonsik's gave off.

Before they were closed, Wonsik suddenly asked, "Can I hold your hand?"

The question was enough to spark life back into him. Now it wasn't just near body heat making him warm.

Slowly, hesitantly, his hand moved against the ruffled sheets and slid between the both of them. He couldn't see the movement of Wonsik's eyes, but he heard his hand movements follow, and soon they were touching.

At first Wonsik just laid his hand on top, but then his fingers threaded through for his fingertips to touch his palm. Taekwoon raised his thumb to skim along the side of his hand and Wonsik sighed; the bed shifted as he fully relaxed into it.

The feel of their skin together was strange and existential at the same time, the more Taekwoon thought about it. The night was already late enough though and he hadn't drank a single ounce of alcohol, so nothing good could come out of him questioning things that didn't need to be questioned.

"They'll ask if we're dating if they find us in the morning like this." Taekwoon murmured.

"s'Not like Sanghyuk hasn't seen us cuddling before." Wonsik replied, but his words were starting to slur together.

"He spoons Jaehwan during thunderstorms, of course he won't be weird about it . . ."

"Aren't we dating . . . ?"

"Are we?"

"I'unno."

Taekwoon turned his head into his pillow and the tip of his nose bent against the cushion. Wonsik squeezed his hand and the warmth circulated through him. He wasn't stressed about the idea and neither was Wonsik. He continued rubbing his thumb against the side of Wonsik's hand.

"Your hands are soft . . ." Wonsik hummed, halfway gone, and Taekwoon smiled a little to himself.