First gyuyeol fic after a year and a month, wow. The first paragraph was written ages ago, it was supposed to be the continuation of the oneshot I wrote, called "apogee", I believe. Haven't written in ages, what's clearly visible but I thought I may as well just post it. 
 

Prompt: “It’s a sickness. It’s a disease - an epidemic. But, everything is these days” (x)

"Sungyeol"

There is a single, short intake of the air the moment a hot breath collides with his ear. Words carried by the low timbre of the voice resonating through the room prompt the cascade of sparks making him descend into the intoxicating frenzy as Sungyeol tilts his head, Adam's apple bobbing and thick lump crawls down his throat. It's enough, Sunggyu's voice is enough for Sungyeol to feel his body temperature arising. Sunggyu lights him up effortlessly, sets him ablaze and leaves him to smoulder in the merciless desire. 

His whole body itches, fingers tremble in the pathetic attempt to get hold of his evaporating sanity that replenishes him with the madness. It's illogical, magical, terrifying - his breath is heavy just as if he ran a marathon, though the incessant rapid pace belongs to his thoughts which velocity is reflected by the vehement hammering of his heart against his chest. Elegant fingers waltz up his arm, leave burning traces imprinting themselves ever so significantly into his skin. In the languid dance Sunggyu's fingers effectuate, there's an ulterior motive hiding and he knows - sharp line of his eyes analyse how the male in front of him reduces the worries, thoughts, to simply feel, focus solely on the subtle sensation's needles gamboling across his body. Sunggyu notices how the tensed shoulders ease, how the muscles shift, Sunggyu notices how the doe-like umber orbs plunge into shades more profound, veiled with pleasure and something ineffable yet familiar.

And if he just snapped his fingers, Sungyeol would do anything for him.

If he wanted to, if a desire within him resurfaced to control the younger man, use him, toy with him, he could. He could do anything, careless movements, dark words and broken promises stripped of delusions. Control, dominance, power.

He likes the feeling of Sungyeol's delicacy, smooth skin welcoming slender fingers, dipping under the gentle weight, heat radiating so pleasantly, clashing perfectly with his coldness. He likes it when Sungyeol glances at him, brown galaxies scintillating in the dim light, for he is so beautiful and Sunggyu wishes to scream, proclaim the pulchritude the younger male represents, write poems and lyrics describing what cannot be described and needs to be experienced in person, marvelled, appreciated, loved— The last word stings his tongue, renders his heart overwhelmed with a sudden pang. Exploring fingers miss the beat and Sunggyu curses at himself mentally. 

It's supposed to be loveless.

It's supposed to be an encounter of bodies where his own is on top, covering the taller frame, pinning it to the bed. He's supposed to elicit screams, not laughter. He's supposed to paint Sungyeol in pleasure, not smiles. 

When they're alone together, Sunggyu releases frustration and imprisons his feelings.

Sungyeol wraps him in the ethereal ambiance, entombs the solitude and fills him with beauty he wants to keep, which he craves infinitely. Succulent tiers stretch, gums show themselves in the fetching smile and the chapter is finished, Sungyeol disappears and they go back to work. Sunggyu tries to ignore younger's fingers brushing against Woohyun's, tries to ignore the worry written in Myungsoo's gaze he avoids, he just rebuilds meticulously the walls that fell apart under taller's charm. 

He's the one holding the true control and Sunggyu revolves around him, an invisible orbit enslaved to the Sun of his existence.

( If Sungyeol snapped his fingers, Sunggyu would do anything. )