#nct vision

no shortage of sordid, no protest from me

angel of small death & the codeine scene – hozier

jeongin: ᵒᵐᵍ ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ˢᵘⁿᵇᵃᵉⁿᶦᵐ ᶦ ᵃᵐ ʲᵉᵒⁿᵍᶦⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸˀ

jungwoo: ᶦ'ᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵛᵉʳʸ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘˀ

jeongin: ᶦ'ᵐ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒᵒ

lucas: 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

‘𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅; 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆’

𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒔

warning: you make out with two boys lolol, suggestive, kissing

requested: yes by my lovely wifey, 💋 anon, and @mingless :3

I wanted to try something different and do this from henderys pov uwu

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he made you moan and sigh, his whispered roses of love dotting your skin, each a blossom and a declaration of taken, taken, taken.

hendery swallowed the sounds escaping your lips like it was his personal drug, hands tickling your soft skin and drawing little patterns along the smooth canvas.

he had you seated on the kitchen counter, body fit snug in between your hanging legs and crotch pressed deliciously on yours as he kissed your pretty pout red. nipping and sliding his lips against yours in the most enticing way, his mind reeled and blurred- the only clear thought was you.

his teasing mouth travelled south, leaving shuddering gasps and wanton moans to echo through the room.

“hendery,” you gasped when he bit your neck somewhere that had your legs clutching his sides tight. he giggled, delighted, against your skin.

“yes baby?” he mused, tongue flicking out to meet the burning column of your neck in a teasing caress.

you whined in his arms, a beautiful sight for hendery to see. to see you so ruined by his mouth and his meaningless whispers was his pleasure- and only his. it was no one else’s.

and yet lucas was still present; intruding on the intimate moment displayed in the kitchen. he coughed to address his entrance but hendery knew his muted manner was due to the fact that lucas had not only just arrived.

lucas had seen his blissed out baby, so why wasn’t hendery as angry as he should be? rather than anger, a certain greed had him reaching for lucas, eyes beckoning him forward to quench a thirst burning in his gut.

hendery slipped from the haven of your legs to allow lucas entry. he answered the questions in your eyes with a kiss to your head and a cock of his head.

is this okay? he muttered.

yes you nodded back, before your hands were met with shaky arms and an even shakier intent.

“kiss her lucas,” he said, “it’s okay.”

hendery never thought his greed and desire would become so large upon seeing you in another mans arms, kissing another mans lips and sighing another mans name, whilst he was still there to witness.

the image of both of you entranced and drunk on the other had hendery’s pants tightening, conscience screaming to join and experience the release his body needed.

the boy strode towards you as lucas let his lips taste the expance of your throat, not yet daring enough to leave traces of his encounter with you, as you were not his to mark so familiarly. hendery took ownership of your shoulder, slipping the material of your (his) hoodie down to kiss and love the skin underneath.

your little mewls and groans increased, setting off a flood of heat in hendery’s, and now doubt lucas’, body.

second passed. minutes passed. hours could’ve passed and these boys, so enraptured in the angel sitting before them, wouldn’t have noticed.

lucas pulled back to take deep breaths of air, blinking rapidly as his large hands caressed your thighs, thumb stroking your inner thigh, revelling in the way it made you shudder with anticipation.

you whimpered and pawed at hendery’s chest. he caught your eye and your needs and chuckled.

“lucas why don’t we move this somewhere comfortable hm?” he smiled fondly, eyes curved like the moon rising at the turn of night.

the stars reflected in your smile, and they shined in lucas’, and hendery could only hope they burned bright in his.

and in the comfort of the bed he found the moments of passion and utter bliss scorched in his memory and he ruefully realised this feeling would surpass,

and it would become nothing more than a tacenda