Word Count: 457
Notes: Due to sexy!new!concept!Siwon and a convo between coyotecolored and hyperballad (whom this is dedicated to), this came about. It's pretty short and rather PWP, but who doesn't love piercings and Sihan?
Siwon had hardly walked into the small apartment before he found himself pressed up against the door, hands grasping at his hips, lips hot and slick on his own. Only mildly surprised and let himself be dominated by Hankyungs sudden bought of initiative, hands threading into shocking blond hair as his body relaxed. A small moan escaped as those lips move from his own down to his neck.
“I missed you,” Hankyung growled against his skin, pausing to trace Siwons jaw with small, open mouthed kisses. “Stop going away for so long.”
He tried to nod, but that mouth has moved its way up to the shell of his ear, and all he could do was tilt is head to give the older boy better access. But Hankyung suddenly pushed his body flush against the younger of the two and neither of them expect the pained gasp that Siwon let out.
Hankyung stood back instantly, hands clenched around Siwon’s upper arms, eyes wide with worry.
“I, it, that is-” he sputtered, feeling the flush of embarrassment rush to his cheeks. Hankyungs eyes bore into his own as he holds down the urge squirmed under his watch.
Hankyung let his head to the side, confusion clouding his face. Siwon, knowing there was no way out, sighed before pulling his arms out of Hankyungs hands, and began to unbutton his shirt.
“I just…. I got a piercing not that long ago so it’s… it’s still sore.” he managed to mumble out, eyes trying to focus on anything but the boy in front of him, fingers making short work of the buttons.
Hankyung stared intently at Siwons exposed chest as he began to fidget.
“There’s metal through your nipples.” he states, and Siwon started to think that wasn’t his best idea, but didn’t stop Hankyung from reaching out and letting the pad of his thumb softly trace the barbell.
The sensation of the cool digit ghosting across the still hypersensitive flesh was enough to force his knees to buckle as his eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut. Hankyung could hardly stand how erotic the reaction was, the visible shiver as he drew his finger carefully back across the nub, and couldn’t help himself; he leaned forward, tongue sweeping over the flesh gently.
Siwon cried out, Hankyungs name stumbling over his lips, as the pleasure mixed with lingering soreness shot through his body. Hankyung drew back, blowing on the now slick skin causing Siwon to buck his hips and grasp onto his shoulders for support. He took his time taking in the sight of Siwon, gasping for breath as he wobbled on unsteady legs, painfully tight against his jeans
“Mm,” he purred, cupping Siwons flushed face, “I like it.”