thanks for the prompt~
(so i hope you don’t mind cameras…)
sunggyu’s eyes are red like he’s been crying, but woohyun knows it’s anything but that. if the leader’s eyes are like that it’s because of the alcohol he’s drunk (nearly all by himself) or because of hidden rage.
maybe, the younger man allows himself to think, it’s because of arousal.
either way, sunggyu’s glaring at woohyun through the camera of his phone—with his knees and a hand on the bed, and three fingers thrusting in and out of his entrance.
they’ve moved to woohyun’s room because the members passed out on the living room while playing truth or dare and drunk themselves to sleep. the only ones who kept playing were sunggyu and him, mostly because sunggyu is the best to hold his liquor while woohyun, well, he didn’t want to fall behind.
"what now, nam?" sunggyu taunts him. it’s been a while since he’s used such a condescending tone to refer to him. after all, they’re not rivals anymore.
(except at times like these, when their competitiveness gets out of hand along with their alcohol. and out of hand it got—god, woohyun never meant for this to happen. he didn’t believe sunggyu would agree with a proposition like woohyun’s, that’s why he suggested such an absurd dare, but now—)
"keep going," he replies, mouth dry. his hands holding the phone aren’t steady, but at least they’re not shaking either. (he recorded evidence of all the dares to share with the other members, though sunggyu made him promise this would only stay between them). “spread your legs wider. i can’t really see anything, kim,” he lies, using the same tone sunggyu did before.
sunggyu’s teasing smile falls from his lips and after letting out a shaky breath, turns his face away. his fingers slide in almost effortlessly, and yet woohyun can’t help but reach and drop more lube along the cleft of his butt.
at that, the older man turns back again—all flushed cheeks pressed against the pillow and glassy, lost eyes. “it’s cold,” he complains without stopping the movement of his fingers.
woohyun would dare to say that sunggyu might even be enjoying it.
there are things the camera doesn’t catch, but woohyun definitely does: the blush on his knees and elbows, the way his free hand grips the sheets, the drool trailing down sunggyu’s cheeks, the—the layer of sweat covering sunggyu’s thighs and the clenching of the muscles around those long, bony fingers.
(he would have to be really close to avoid missing the details, but woohyun fears he wouldn’t be able to contain himself and who knows what would happen?)
"you’re getting hard," he points out because he doesn’t know what else to say. all the routes are narrowing down to one option—or at least that’s how it looks for him—but they’re both drunk and fuck, this is probably wrong. just as wrong as, “are you enjoy this?”
"what—what do you mean?"
"being recorded" sunggyu says nothing about it, but woohyun gets the response after the man turns around, panting hard.
"we’re still playing, right?" sunggyu dares to switch the topic. "truth or dare?"
"not really. i,"—i think we should stop it here, he means to say, but his pants are tight and sunggyu can probably take him places if only he stops thinking.
sunggyu takes his fingers out and turns around so that he’s showing woohyun everything. he must have passed the level of drunkenness to be this shameless. (and woohyun too, to get so hard with just a sight).
at the end he gives up. “dare”
thorawa said: The little mermaid one! I’m sorry I knew it’d be a bad prompt it sounded stupid right ;______; but gyu has just an amazing voice he had to be ariel!!!!
omg i thought it was because i haven’t gotten to it yet orz. no but i’m so sorry you thought that way i actually think it’s pretty original and i liked it, i just imagined sunggyu in a seashell bra OTL if you want to i can make a more serious one?
anon i’m so sorry! which one is it? i’m slowly trying to get to all the prompts i just had work today but pls don’t hate me i’ll get to it!
i guess i can…?
(drunk!woogyu ver. a)
"i have an idea," sunggyu had said.
well, it wasn’t the best of their ideas. (but they were both drunk and sunggyu’s eyes were bright like city lights and how could woohyun say no to that?)
waving their interlaced hands with matching, silver bands, the newlyweds (is that an appropriate term for them now? woohyun lets out a shaky breath at the realization it is) walk around the streets like they’re not idols sneaking around after drinking from their bosses. normally, the leader wouldn’t allow such irresponsible thing to happen—much less somewhere where their managers can skin them alive; he would’ve prompted woohyun to wait until they were at their world tour, at best—but this sunggyu is everything he’s not while sober, boisterous, careless.
woohyun brings his hands to cup the other man’s cheeks and squish them together. (it seems like a reasonable idea to do when he’s drunk). they’re flushed red; it’s visible even in the darkness of a hidden alleyway. “woohyun-ah,” sunggyu whines, sounding at least ten years older than he is, “what are you doing? we should go back.”
"you have chubby cheeks," sounds like the most reasonable thing to say, so woohyun does. "cute, full cheeks."
sober sunggyu would probably skin him alive if he heard him, but this sunggyu—drunk, married sunggyu giggles and catches his nose with two fingers instead. “and you have a pointy nose, jagiya.”
the younger vocalist laughs, not because of the comment about his nose (sunggyu is actually squishing pretty hard) but because of the endearment term. who would have known his leader could say something like that?
somewhere between sneaking his hands to hold sunggyu up by the thighs, and the other man wrapping his arms around woohyun’s neck, they end up crashing against an anonymous wall.
"this is the best idea i’ve ever had," sunggyu says against his lips. his s sound like zzz, but that’s okay, woohyun’s do, too.
"letting me push you against the wall?"
"marrying you," sunggyu smiles closecloseclose to him. then, he adds something that sober sunggyu would never admit, “but yeah, the wall thing is good too.”
"i couldn’t agree more."
thanks for the prompt!
anon why orz (thanks for the prompt though, i guess)
"i’ll even be the crab—what’s his name? sebastian!" (sungyeol pronounces it shebasstian.)
"still a no."
"woohyun will even get to be the prince."
"that’s even worse!" sunggyu explodes.
they’re sitting at the couch on the living room. after their brainstorming for a parody for their concert (the producers let them suggest ideas! how often does that happen?) pretty much everyone has gone to sleep, leaving sungyeol and woohyun to beg the resident yet-to-be mermaid (sunggyu) to accept.
except sungyeol is the one doing the begging (whining) part. woohyun is, like always, just playing games on his phone.
"it was an unanimous decision!"
"this is not a democracy," sunggyu retorts. he’s getting tired of the situation. "i think you guys forgot you’re under a dictatorship and when i say no, it’s no."
five days later, infinite is getting dressed for the recording of the little mermaid parody that’s going to be shown on their next concert. needless to say, sunggyu isn’t happy.
"when i say no it’s no," woohyun mocks him from his seat while the make-up noona takes care of his face. he has it easy, he just has to be dumb and handsome (like that’s a problem).
sunggyu, on the other side…
"you have no right to speak," sunggyu grumbles. "don’t style it like that, don’t you have to leave the bangs on?" he tells to his hair stylist.
woohyun aka “prince eric” laughs while hoya (the ursula in this case—the was no one who would fit the role better) enters. “i believe the one who spends most of his time quiet is you.” he hasn’t put on the dress and wig on yet, but for now, he’s all covered in purple. at least sunggyu is not the only one cross-dressing. “anyway, the coordi-noona told me to send you with her.”
by now, hoya is totally snickering, and sunggyu gets a bad feeling. “have you seen our outfits already?”
"i’m done with the hair, sunggyu-yah. go call the eels in your way out," the hair stylist says, referring to sungjong and myungsoo. (in all honesty, sunggyu thinks they’re both too pretty to be eels, but it’s somehow comforting that everyone is going to look ridiculous—except woohyun, but he’s ridiculous enough as he is.)
before sunggyu stands up, woohyun grabs his hand. he’s probably reading his mind, that weirdo. “don’t worry too much. everybody is going to get a laugh out of this, and that’ll be it.” sunggyu narrows his eyes and shakes woohyun’s hand off. he won’t admit those words are mildly comforting. “besides, you’re not the only one looking funny. dongwoo as a yellow fish is probably ten times worse.”
this time, sunggyu can’t help but crack a smile. “that serves a little to calm my nerves, i guess,” he mutters after a while, cool like he always is.
however, he wants to eat his words once he reaches the changing room where the coordi-noona is waiting for him.
(“what do you mean a seashell bra?!” echoes through the entire building.)
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