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works/4120734.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Akatsuki_no_Yona_|_Yona_of_the_Dawn
  Relationship:
      Son_Hak/Soo-Won
  Character:
      Soo-Won_(Akatsuki_no_Yona), Son_Hak
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Internalized_Homophobia,
      Teenage_Boys_Fooling_Around, Soo-Won_Being_the_Sly_Minx_That_He_is, Soo-
      Won_In_General_Because_That_Man_Should_Be_Illegal, what_are_tags
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-12 Words: 1648
****** Fumbling ******
by 27th
Summary
     Soo-Won's warm brown eyes glittered in that way Hak knows means
     trouble. He’s seen this look on Soo-Won’s face at least a dozen times
     and he’s still never figured out how to say no.
Notes
     I said I wouldn't ship them but here I am with unapologetic porn.
     This is supposed to take place when Hak and Soo-Won are around
     sixteen years old.
     Shout out to lordsoowon on tumblr for putting up with my constant
     SooHak headcanons. ♡
“We’re going to be seen,” Hak hisses through his teeth as Soo-Won nudges him
until he’s got his back against the castle wall, the stone cool through his
robes. It’s enough to make him shudder. His palms are clammy, and he honestly
doubts he'd be able to hear the approach of footsteps over the thundering of
his heartbeat.
“Just don’t be loud,” Soo-Won says like that somehow solves everything, peeking
around the edge of the wall to make sure no one is around before returning to
Hak. He stops in front of him, those warm brown eyes glittering in that way
that Hak knows means trouble. He’s seen this look on Soo-Won’s face at least a
dozen times and he’s still never figured out how to say no.
Hak averts his eyes and tries to get a grip on the situation, ignoring the
slender fingers undoing the sash around his waist and opening his robe. It’s
not like it’s the first time, Hak reasons with himself. They've been
experimenting for a while now, stealing kisses in the quiet hours of the night
when everyone’s gone to sleep, hands curious and shaky through clothes (and, on
the rare occasion, under).
He’s at that age, according to the embarrassing lectures Mundok forces him to
sit through at dinner. The old man talks about everything from growing pains to
how he can get a girl pregnant if he’s not careful. He never mentions boys, so
Hak doesn’t either.
Right now Soo-Won has his hands in the loose opening of Hak’s shirt, calloused
fingertips skimming the hard plane of his chest, down over the contours of his
abdomen, and Hak feels like he can hardly breathe. He likes the way those hands
feel, roughened from hours of swordplay. He likes it even more when their eyes
meet again and Soo-Won leans in to kiss him.
He has to crane his neck just a little because Soo-Won hasn’t caught up to
Hak's recent growth spurt, one of his hands reaching to cup Soo-Won's smooth
cheek. His fingers are steady in spite of his nerves, mouth opening to let Soo-
Won’s tongue in, and the wet slide of it drives Hak a little crazy. Soo-Won's
mouth has always been talented, and Hak’s legs feel embarrassingly wobbly by
the time they pull apart breathing hard.
“Don’t freak out,” Soo-Won whispers into the small space between their mouths.
His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are lidded, but the look in them is sharp
as ever. “I just want to try something…”
Soo-Won curls a hand around Hak’s hip, thumb skirting along the hem of his
pants. Hak moves his hand from Soo-Won’s face back into the long spill of his
hair, curling his fingers into it like he might try to jerk the boy away. He
doesn’t, going very still as Soo-Won untucks his shirt with his free hand,
still rubbing his thumb over the curve of Hak’s hip all the while, drawing
these little circles that frustrate Hak to no end.
It’s only when Soo-Won starts easing his pants down to his knees that Hak says
something, voice breaking on a “wait!”. His eyes dart around, sure he’ll be
caught with his pants down. Soo-Won actually has the audacity to laugh, a
breathy chuckle that makes Hak feel warm all over.
“Nobody's gonna see,” Soo-Won promises, letting go of Hak’s hip in favor of
undressing him. Hak shivers as cool air brushes his bare skin. His eyes wander
skyward as if to call on some higher power and he’s about to tell Soo-Won that
he’s gone too far this time, but when he glances down his words die in his
throat.
Soo-Won is on his knees, fingers splayed over Hak’s bare thighs, eyes peering
up at him through long blond lashes. He’s the most beautiful boy Hak’s ever
seen.
Hak opens and closes his mouth a few times, searching for the right words and
finding none, wishing he could melt back into the wall. He’s already half hard
(though how he can manage it when he’s this nervous is a mystery) and Soo-Won
can see it all. He stares unabashed, with the same open curiosity he has for
everyone and everything.
“Don’t just look at it.” Hak still isn’t sure what Soo-Won plans to do, but
he’s got a vague idea. “Soo-Won…” His voice comes out strained as the boy leans
in and presses a chaste kiss against the junction where Hak’s hip and thigh
connect, warm breath ghosting over the shaft of his dick.
“Just let me…” Soo-Won breathes, trailing off as he curls fingers around the
base of Hak’s cock. Hak’s hips jerk and he exhales shakily, the fingers of the
hand not in Soo-Won’s hair scrabbling at the wall behind him, trying to find
something to hold on to.
“We can’t,” Hak whispers, voice low and desperate. “We’re both…” boys.
He doesn’t say it out loud, can’t say it, because that would make it more real.
They shouldn’t want this, he shouldn’t want this, but Hak wants it so bad it’s
a physical ache. He knows that if Soo-Won does this he won’t be able to look at
him the same ever again. It’s hard enough to look at him right now, pink lips
parted and cheeks flushed, hand firm between Hak’s legs. Whenever Hak imagined
this happening he’d always pictured Soo-Won trembling under his touch, innocent
and vulnerable; the reality is that Soo-Won looks like sin kneeling on the hard
ground, and the sight alone is enough to make Hak shake.
Soo-Won gives his dick a slow stroke from base to tip, looking as thoughtful as
he does lewd, and Hak’s hips jerk at the sensation.
His lips tease over the tip as he whispers, “You can pretend I’m Yona, if you
want.”
Hak tries to say something. Everything feels so out of control right now, but
then Soo-Won is opening his mouth and a coy pink tongue licks over the head of
Hak’s cock. His breath hitches at the sensation, fingers tightening in Soo-
Won’s hair. Oh God, oh God, that feels…
Soo-Won is watching his reactions from under the fan of his lashes, savoring
the labored rise and fall of his chest, the way Hak is coming apart for him
before he’s even really begun. He eases the tip between his soft lips and gives
it a slow, curious suck, listening to Hak choke back a moan at the way it
feels. And it feels amazing. Just this is so much better than his hand that Hak
can't imagine what sex with Soo-Won would be like.
“Soo-Won,” he groans, toes curling in his boots as Soo-Won hums around him in
response. He takes Hak’s cock in a little further, mouth so hot and wet that
Hak can barely stand it. He isn’t going to last long. “Fuck, t-that’s…”
Hak pants, open mouthed, as Soo-Won starts to bob his head. It’s clumsy, and
the wet slide of his cock past Soo-Won’s lips sounds absolutely obscene. Soo-
Won has his eyes closed now, focused, and Hak holds his hair away from his
face, the honeyed strands spilling through his fingers. He can barely stand to
watch, but he can’t seem to look away either.
He shouldn’t look that good with Hak’s cock in his mouth, hand fumbling with
whatever he can’t fit inside. Hak can’t help the involuntary noises he’s
making, little gasps and moans that he tries to stifle with his free hand, and
they only seem to spur Soo-Won on. He keeps taking Hak a little deeper with
every bob, and it’s all Hak can do to keep from bucking his hips, the hand in
Soo-Won’s hair encouraging him to go faster, fingers pressing against the base
of the other boy’s skull.
Teeth graze just below the head of Hak’s cock by accident and the dark haired
boy lets out a surprised hiss as pain jolts through him, body jerking forward
on instinct. Soo-Won chokes around him and for a moment it’s bliss, the other’s
throat tight and perfect around his cock, and before Hak can help it he’s
cumming hard.
His body shudders with the force of it, his grip on Soo-Won’s hair painful as
he lets out a low, helpless groan and spills into his best friend’s mouth. He
sags against the wall when he’s finished, trying to catch his breath, eyes
fluttering open. He’s not sure when he closed them, but when his vision
refocuses Soo-Won is coughing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Guilt hits him hard, chasing away the afterglow of his orgasm. He’d been too
rough.
“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you…?” Hak trails off because it’s a little too late to
apologize, but Soo-Won just grins up at him like a satisfied cat.
“I'm fine,” he says, getting to his feet and brushing the dirt from his robes.
His knees must be bruised from kneeling on the ground for so long, and Hak
feels breathless with the knowledge that Soo-Won doesn’t even seem to mind.
“So,” Soo-Won begins, much too casual, cocking his head to the side. His mouth
looks well fucked, and Hak struggles not to stare. “How was it?”
“Good,” Hak admits, pulling the other boy a little closer before he can think
better of it. “Really good.”
Soo-Won’s smile looks as angelic as it always does, only tainted by the
knowledge that he’d been sucking Hak off minutes ago. Hak leans in to kiss him
and it’s not as gross as he expects, tasting himself on Soo-Won’s tongue. When
they pull apart, Soo-Won takes Hak’s hand and guides it between his thighs.
“Will you…?”
They shouldn't, because this has already gone way too far. And what if someone
finds out? What if Yona finds out?
“Yeah.”
When it comes to Soo-Won, Hak never can seem to say no.
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