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KPop: Winded (Kyungsoo/Kai, NC-17) [k_b]
Title: Winded
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kyungsoo likes wearing bow-ties for multiple reasons, the least of which, he realizes, is fashion. (3.2k)
Warnings: for the breathplay square on my kink_bingo card~
They're doing an interview today, and so they've been dressed by their coordinators again. Kyungsoo's red shirt is buttoned all the way up, bow-tie tight around his neck and collar perfectly straight. He feels a bit nerdy, but he likes the snugness of the bow-tie on his throat, knot pressing against his adam's apple.
Kyungsoo likes bow-ties. He thinks they make him look sharp.
“You look like a total geek,” Junmyeon says, ruffling Kyungsoo’s hair with a cocky smirk. “It’s-”
“You look like instant ramen,” Chanyeol interrupts. “At least people will think Kyungsoo is smart.” Chanyeol winks, and Kyungsoo’s lips twitch with amusement. “People will just think you’re edible.”
“That isn’t so bad, really,” Junmyeon says, wriggling his eyebrows seductively, which send Chanyeol and Kyungsoo into the choreographed retching routine they use whenever Junmyeon says something sexual.
And then the interview starts. Kyungsoo is seated between Jongin and Baekhyun. Jongin’s bare arm keeps rubbing against his, but Kyungsoo can ignore that. It’s just part and parcel of sitting too close together, which, as members of a boyband, happens to them a lot.
Jongin keeps looking at him. At first Kyungsoo thinks he's imagining it; that flicker of Jongin's eyes forward again whenever Kyungsoo turns in his direction. But Kyungsoo knows the weight of Jongin's eyes better than he knows most things, and once he lets his gaze linger on Jongin, he catches him in the act. Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow at him, and Jongin nervously licks his lips, flushes, and looks away again.
Kyungsoo's jeans feel rather tight, all of a sudden. Almost as tight as his bow-tie.
But then Chanyeol is tugging on his arm, and Baekhyun is telling a snide joke, and Kyungsoo gets caught up in the usual goofy behavior of his friends as they make fools out of themselves for the fans.
After the interview, Kyungsoo's almost forgotten about Jongin's heavy glances. He'd probably have forgotten them entirely if Jongin's hand hadn't brushed featherlight against Kyungsoo's waist, a teasing claim as shy as Jongin gets after he pulls one of his fanservice faces.
But when Jongin's fingers press against that spot above his hip for the briefest moments as he climbs into the van, Kyungsoo remembers, all of a sudden, the way Jongin had be staring, in a way Kyungsoo usually doesn't see outside their room.
They... do things, sometimes, when Jongin can work up the nerve to admit he wants to. Kyungsoo likes the way Jongin stumbles over his words, and the way his hands are tentative along Kyungsoo’s ribs, and the way those pretty lips part when Kyungsoo slides fingers up his thighs, light dusting of hair barely noticeable beneath his palms.
But that’s behind closed doors, and they don’t talk about it. Kyungsoo doesn’t think anyone knows, either, which is the way it should be. It might be the only thing that’s private in Kyungsoo’s life, anymore.
Something, though, has Jongin making those bedroom eyes at him, out here in the open, and whatever it is, Kyungsoo is more than willing to take advantage of it.
“Move over, dork,” Chanyeol jokes, shoving Kyungsoo into Jongin so he can take the window seat.
“You wish you looked this good,” Kyungsoo says, and he reaches his hands up and straightens his bow-tie, which shifts pleasantly over his neck. Jongin’s breath hitches, and oh, Kyungsoo thinks.
He looks over at Jongin, and Jongin’s got a tinge of pink along perfect cheekbones, and his hands are clenched into fists, holding handfuls of his terrible trousers in a death grip. As a test, he rests his fingers gently on the knot of his bow-tie, and Jongin bites down on his lip, dark lashes fluttering as he gulps.
“I see,” Kyungsoo says, in his lower register, and Jongin shivers.
It's a long ride back to the dorms, and Kyungsoo makes sure to fuss with his bow-tie as he jokes with Chanyeol. Sehun turns around in his seat to talk to Jongin, but Jongin is distracted, eyes flickering to Kyungsoo's neck and away again, and Sehun gives up, rolling his eyes. Kyungsoo tries not to smile.
But when they get back to the dorms, retiring to their rooms to change, Jongin is skittish, sticking to his side of the room as Kyungsoo sits patiently down on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs at the ankles and waiting.
Jongin takes off his shirt, and folds it carefully, and then his pants. Kyungsoo’s a little less concerned with clothes, but Jongin is careful, smoothing out the wrinkles as he sets them on the shelves with the other clothes that aren’t quite his.
Jongin turns around, in just his blue briefs, and Kyungsoo can see, now, that he’s completely hard.
“The bow-tie, right?” Kyungsoo asks bringing his hand halfway up to it, and Jongin swallows. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and Kyungsoo wants to reach out and push Jongin’s hair back, but he has to let Jongin come to him or he’ll spook. “You like things around my neck.”
Kyungsoo had discovered this particular fetish on accident, in the dressing room at the To the Beautiful You set, when Kyungsoo had been about to undo his tie and Jongin had watched him with careful, needy eyes that made Kyungsoo feel a heat pool in his belly.
Just to be sure, Kyungsoo’d slipped on a tie that night, under the guise of trying to pick one out for the next day, and he’d discovered just how much Jongin liked that, Kyungsoo fucking his friend slow and hard as Jongin held onto the tie, tightening it around Kyungsoo’s neck. Kyungsoo’s vision had started to swim and Jongin had closed like a vice around him, coming before Kyungsoo even managed to get a hand around his cock to help. Kyungsoo’s fingertips and toes had tingled, and he’d spilled inside of Jongin as soon as Jongin let him breath again.
Kyungsoo had developed a purplish bruise by the next morning, a thin discolored collar, and Jongin had lightly run his fingers along the marks, eyes dark, and refused to talk about it. Kyungsoo hadn’t pressed the matter. Jongin wasn’t always very good at saying what he wanted, but Kyungsoo prided himself on being very good at figuring it out.
“It’s not...” Jongin exhales, and takes a daring step closer. He runs a hand through his hair, and closes his eyes. “I like...” He can’t bring himself to say the words, and Kyungsoo doesn’t quite get it; not completely.
“Show me,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin’s eyes widen, in surprise, yes, but also, Kyungsoo thinks, with a tinge of excitement.
“Is that really, um, okay?” Jongin asks, and Kyungsoo stands, slowly, and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down his hips and taking his underwear with them. He’s only half-hard, but he’s sure Jongin will fix that. Kyungsoo’s getting harder already, just watching Jongin’s tongue peek out to wet his lips in anticipation. Jongin’s lips are sinful, sometimes, especially when they’re stretched around Kyungsoo’s erection as Kyungsoo fists his hands in that soft, thick hair.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin is finally in front of him, dropping to his knees to take Kyungsoo into his mouth. Kyungsoo gasps and leans his head back as Jongin’s tongue licks up the underside of his shaft, hands gripping Kyungsoo’s hips to hold him still.
Kyungsoo puts his hands lightly on Jongin’s shoulders, trying not to dig his fingers in because he can’t leave marks; not on Jongin, whose body is half of his stage costume, clavicles and shoulders and belly on display as he dances. Jongin likes Kyungsoo’s touch, though. He always leans into it, like an eager kitten, and Kyungsoo always has to resist the temptation to crush Kai a little closer. Sometimes Kyungsoo wants to kiss him, but that’s something they haven’t done, and Kyungsoo’s not sure where Jongin’s lines are, yet.
Anyway, kissing is the last thing on Kyungsoo’s mind right now, because Jongin’s tongue is pushing back Kyungsoo’s foreskin, lingering along the slit and teasing tiny, suppressed groans out of Kyungsoo, who tries to keep the noise down so the others don’t hear. Kyungsoo looks down at the same time Jongin looks up at him through dark lashes, and Jongin’s seeking approval, which Kyungsoo is more than willing to give, running his fingers along Jongin’s jaw as Jongin takes him all the way in without warning.
It’s good. It’s too good, actually, so Kyungsoo pushes back on Jongin’s shoulders until he falls, wet, from between Jongin’s lips with a soft sound. Jongin tilts his head up at Kyungsoo curiously, and Kyungsoo takes a deep breath.
“That’s not what you like, is it?” Kyungsoo asks, and he says it like an invitation.
Jongin smiles a little, and rises to his feet so he can push Kyungsoo back onto the bed. Kyungsoo falls easily, scooting back so that his whole body is on the bed, not resisting at all, and Jongin gets braver. He climbs on top of Kyungsoo, straddling him, hands resting flat on Kyungsoo’s clothed chest. Jongin's cock is warm on Kyungsoo’s bare hip even through the fabric of his blue briefs, and Kyungsoo lifts his hips, just a little, to rub their erections together. Jongin sighs, hands clenching in the red material of Jongin’s shirt.
“I like that, too,” he mumbles, but then one of his hands goes up to Kyungsoo’s neck, and he hooks the index finger underneath the bow-tie and tugs. It doesn’t hurt, Kyungsoo thinks. It’s just an experimental tug that surprises Kyungsoo, a little, and as Jongin’s knuckle brushes against the top button of his shirt and the skin of his throat, Jongin’s cock twitches against him. “But...”
Jongin looks hesitant, and Kyungsoo considers. He thinks about last time, with the tie, and the way the rush of air had felt, as he came. He thinks he can give Jongin this. “I said you could,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin looks into his eyes, searching. Kyungsoo stares straight back, with no timidness or confusion, and Jongin presses his lips into a straight line.
“If I hurt you-” Jongin says, and Kyungsoo snorts.
“I’m not going to let you hurt me,” Kyungsoo says. “I know what I can take.” Jongin nods, and Kyungsoo reaches down and tugs at the elastic of Jongin’s underwear. Jongin complies, awkwardly shimmying out of his briefs without getting off of Kyungsoo, and it’s cute. Jongin is always cute, when he’s not dancing, and Kyungsoo likes the cute. It makes Jongin less untouchable, even if he is the sexiest thing Kyungsoo’s ever seen, most days.
When Jongin triumphantly kicks his briefs to the floor, Kyungsoo reaches over to his bedside table, opening the drawer and fumbling around without looking as Jongin locks stares with him. Jongin licks his lips again, in that completely distracting way that borders on obscene, and Kyungsoo wonders if Jongin’s lips taste as sweet as they look.
He pulls his hand back with lube, and squirts some onto his fingers, getting them slick because Jongin likes it really wet. Jongin lifts himself so his weight is on his knees, and Kyungsoo reaches between them. his forearm brushing against Jongin’s cock as he finds Jongin’s hole, teasing it with a slippery finger.
He preps Jongin agonizingly slow, because he likes the way Jongin’s face contorts; first with a furrowed brow as Jongin gets used to the intrusion, and then with short, gasping pants as Kyungsoo stretches him as he trembles, arms on either side of Kyungsoo’s ribs.
Kyungsoo’s balls ache, and he wants to bury himself inside of Jongin. He slides a third finger inside of him, and Jongin keens. It’s a desperate sound that goes straight to Kyungsoo’s cock as Jongin rocks back onto his fingers. “More,” Jongin says. “More.”
Kyungsoo pulls his fingers free and Jongin reaches into the still open drawer, snagging a condom and hurriedly ripping the foil packet open. The condom falls out and onto the floor, and Jongin swears. “Well, it’s not the condom’s fault, now is it?” Kyungsoo says, and his voice is lower and rougher than he expects, but it pulls a laugh out of Jongin, who reaches and grabs another foil square, carefully tearing it open with shaking hands. He rolls the condom onto Kyungsoo, who hisses at the touch of Jongin’s hand, and Kyungsoo finds the bottle of lube again and spills in all over his hand in his haste.
It doesn’t matter. He strokes his cock a few times, making sure to transfer most of the lube. He wipes the rest of it on his shirt, knowing he’ll get killed for it later and not caring, and then Jongin is sliding down onto him, teeth clenched to stop himself from moaning too loud as his eyes fall closed. Still Jongin’s deep voice sends shivers down Kyungsoo’s spine as Jongin’s body wraps tight around him, Jongin’s legs quivering on either side of Kyungsoo as Kyungsoo grabs Jongin’s waist to hold him steady as he adjusts.
“So good,” Kyungsoo murmurs, and Jongin takes a deep breath and opens his eyes. “Aren’t you going to-” He lifts his hips a little, because he can’t help it, and Jongin stutters out a groan as Kyungsoo slips a little deeper inside him. Jongin is so tight, so wet and slippery, and Kyungsoo wants to flip them over and fuck Jongin until Jongin spills all over Kyungsoo’s sheets, making those mewling sounds that Kyungsoo thinks about a lot in the shower when he touches himself.
But that’s not what they’re doing today, and Kyungsoo can admit he’s a little curious at how far Jongin wants this to go.
Jongin’s chest is rapidly rising and falling, and Kyungsoo reaches up and drags his fingers down his sternum. “You’re sure-” Jongin starts to say, but then he stops himself, because of course Kyungsoo is sure.
“You’d better hurry up,” Kyungsoo warns, and he lifts Jongin’s hips off of him halfway and then pulls him back down. The friction is delicious, and Kyungsoo has to struggle to keep his eyes open. Then one of Jongin’s hands finds its way back up to Kyungsoo’s neck as the other one settles on his abs for balance.
Jongin hooks four fingers under Kyungsoo’s bow-tie, this time, and he twists.
Kyungsoo’s breath cuts off, and as his lungs start to burn, it’s like he can feel everything else more intensely. The skin of Jongin’s inner thighs against his pelvis and the press of Jongin’s hand on his stomach and the impossibly silky heat of Jongin around his cock. He looks up at Jongin and Jongin’s face is flushed and his lips are parted and he’s staring at Kyungsoo’s neck with a fascination and desire that makes Kyungsoo want to push up even harder.
Jongin untwists the bow-tie, and Kyungsoo’s air comes rushing back, and he’s dizzy and giddy as he takes a much needed breath. And then Jongin is riding him, hard, fucking himself on Kyungsoo’s cock as he whines and writhes, his knuckles digging into Kyungsoo’s throat. It hurts, but Kyungsoo doesn’t want him to stop; not if it makes him like this, Kyungsoo just doing his best to keep up.
And then Jongin twists the tie again, and this time Kyungsoo knows what to expect-- he’s prepared for the disconnect, his fingers digging hard enough to hurt into Jongin’s hip bones as Jongin spills onto his belly, white lines across red fabric, letting go of the bow-tie as he slumps forward. Kyungsoo thrusts upwards, three final times, fighting through the resistance of Jongin’s orgasm, and then he’s coming too, vision going hazy from not enough air, or maybe too much air.
Jongin is still quivering above him, almost boneless, but he comes back to himself enough to pull up and off of Kyungsoo, rolling to the side. Kyungsoo swallows, and it aches, but it’s not an unbearable pain. Jongin looks sated and sleepy next to him as he sits up, pulling the condom off and leaning over Jongin to drop it in the waste basket. Kyungsoo looks down at the shirt and grimaces. He undoes the buttons, and as he nears his neck, Jongin sits up and grabs his hands.
“What are you...?”
“Let me,” Jongin says, and he carefully undoes Kyungsoo’s bow-tie, and then lifts the red collar so he can slide it free. He sets it on the bedside table, and then he undoes Kyungsoo’s final three buttons. Kyungsoo lets him pull the shirt down and off his shoulders, and Kyungsoo tosses it off the side of the bed because it’s hopeless, anyway. He’ll wash it tonight before bed, along with his sweat and lube-dirtied sheets, and hope it gets clean enough that he can look the style coordinators in the eyes tomorrow.
Jongin’s hand comes up to cup Kyungsoo’s neck, and his palm is warm. His tumb rubs small circles where Kyungsoo knows he’ll have a bruise. “I’m sorr-”
“I said you could, didn’t I?” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin’s face is like a puppy that thinks he’s about to be chastised.
Suddenly, Jongin is leaning forward, his hand sliding up into Kyungsoo’s hair, and Kyungsoo tries not to gasp as Jongin’s lips press against his neck, where he feels the shape of the bow-tie in his skin. Jongin kisses all across his throat, and Kyungsoo’s afraid to move, because this is new territory, and he hasn’t quite mapped this part out yet.
Jongin is timid, but somewhere between the inhale and the exhale, Kyungsoo gives into temptation. Kyungsoo lifts both hands to grab Jongin’s hair and tug, and Jongin jerks back, reticence in his eyes and the beginnings, Kyungsoo knows, of an apology on his lips, but Kyungsoo stops it by kissing him.
Jongin tastes a little like Kyungsoo, and a little like the mint and radish from the kimbap they had for lunch, but his lips are just as soft as Kyungsoo had imagined, hoped, they would be. Jongin sighs into the kiss, and Kyungsoo pushes closer, inside, tongue wrapping around Jongin’s as Jongin sloppily kisses back.
Their teeth bump, and Jongin clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing, but Kyungsoo doesn’t really either, so the ground is not as uneven as it might be. Jongin whines as Kyungsoo pulls back; a greedy sound that Kyungsoo already knows and loves, and he hopes it means that Jongin won’t mind if Kyungsoo kisses him again, later.
Kyungsoo looks at Jongin now, with his swollen lips and wide, disbelieving eyes, and thinks maybe they’re supposed to talk about this. But Jongin’s not very good at talking, and Kyungsoo prides himself on being able to figure him out anyway.
So instead, Kyungsoo lies down and pulls Jongin with him. Jongin nuzzles his face into Kyungsoo’s neck, nose pressing into the bruises he’s left there, arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, and throws one leg over Kyungsoo’s leg, tangling them together. Jongin’s soft cock presses into his hip, and there’s nothing sexual about this, Kyungsoo thinks, and his heartbeat, which had finally been slowing down, speeds up again.
“Is this okay, too?” Jongin asks, and Kyungsoo takes a shuddering breath.
“Um,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin tenses, like he’s waiting for Kyungsoo to tell him no. Kyungsoo hopes Jongin never realizes how unlikely that is.
Kyungsoo reaches around until he finds his top sheet, and then pulls it free of their legs, and up over them. There are a few wet patches, but his feet are no longer cold, and Jongin’s subtle shivers calm.
“Now it is,” he says, and Kyungsoo can’t see Jongin’s face, but Jongin’s arm tightens around him, and oh, Kyungsoo’s getting the picture.
Jongin, Kyungsoo thinks, has once again managed to take his breath away.
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kyungsoo likes wearing bow-ties for multiple reasons, the least of which, he realizes, is fashion. (3.2k)
Warnings: for the breathplay square on my kink_bingo card~
They're doing an interview today, and so they've been dressed by their coordinators again. Kyungsoo's red shirt is buttoned all the way up, bow-tie tight around his neck and collar perfectly straight. He feels a bit nerdy, but he likes the snugness of the bow-tie on his throat, knot pressing against his adam's apple.
Kyungsoo likes bow-ties. He thinks they make him look sharp.
“You look like a total geek,” Junmyeon says, ruffling Kyungsoo’s hair with a cocky smirk. “It’s-”
“You look like instant ramen,” Chanyeol interrupts. “At least people will think Kyungsoo is smart.” Chanyeol winks, and Kyungsoo’s lips twitch with amusement. “People will just think you’re edible.”
“That isn’t so bad, really,” Junmyeon says, wriggling his eyebrows seductively, which send Chanyeol and Kyungsoo into the choreographed retching routine they use whenever Junmyeon says something sexual.
And then the interview starts. Kyungsoo is seated between Jongin and Baekhyun. Jongin’s bare arm keeps rubbing against his, but Kyungsoo can ignore that. It’s just part and parcel of sitting too close together, which, as members of a boyband, happens to them a lot.
Jongin keeps looking at him. At first Kyungsoo thinks he's imagining it; that flicker of Jongin's eyes forward again whenever Kyungsoo turns in his direction. But Kyungsoo knows the weight of Jongin's eyes better than he knows most things, and once he lets his gaze linger on Jongin, he catches him in the act. Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow at him, and Jongin nervously licks his lips, flushes, and looks away again.
Kyungsoo's jeans feel rather tight, all of a sudden. Almost as tight as his bow-tie.
But then Chanyeol is tugging on his arm, and Baekhyun is telling a snide joke, and Kyungsoo gets caught up in the usual goofy behavior of his friends as they make fools out of themselves for the fans.
After the interview, Kyungsoo's almost forgotten about Jongin's heavy glances. He'd probably have forgotten them entirely if Jongin's hand hadn't brushed featherlight against Kyungsoo's waist, a teasing claim as shy as Jongin gets after he pulls one of his fanservice faces.
But when Jongin's fingers press against that spot above his hip for the briefest moments as he climbs into the van, Kyungsoo remembers, all of a sudden, the way Jongin had be staring, in a way Kyungsoo usually doesn't see outside their room.
They... do things, sometimes, when Jongin can work up the nerve to admit he wants to. Kyungsoo likes the way Jongin stumbles over his words, and the way his hands are tentative along Kyungsoo’s ribs, and the way those pretty lips part when Kyungsoo slides fingers up his thighs, light dusting of hair barely noticeable beneath his palms.
But that’s behind closed doors, and they don’t talk about it. Kyungsoo doesn’t think anyone knows, either, which is the way it should be. It might be the only thing that’s private in Kyungsoo’s life, anymore.
Something, though, has Jongin making those bedroom eyes at him, out here in the open, and whatever it is, Kyungsoo is more than willing to take advantage of it.
“Move over, dork,” Chanyeol jokes, shoving Kyungsoo into Jongin so he can take the window seat.
“You wish you looked this good,” Kyungsoo says, and he reaches his hands up and straightens his bow-tie, which shifts pleasantly over his neck. Jongin’s breath hitches, and oh, Kyungsoo thinks.
He looks over at Jongin, and Jongin’s got a tinge of pink along perfect cheekbones, and his hands are clenched into fists, holding handfuls of his terrible trousers in a death grip. As a test, he rests his fingers gently on the knot of his bow-tie, and Jongin bites down on his lip, dark lashes fluttering as he gulps.
“I see,” Kyungsoo says, in his lower register, and Jongin shivers.
It's a long ride back to the dorms, and Kyungsoo makes sure to fuss with his bow-tie as he jokes with Chanyeol. Sehun turns around in his seat to talk to Jongin, but Jongin is distracted, eyes flickering to Kyungsoo's neck and away again, and Sehun gives up, rolling his eyes. Kyungsoo tries not to smile.
But when they get back to the dorms, retiring to their rooms to change, Jongin is skittish, sticking to his side of the room as Kyungsoo sits patiently down on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs at the ankles and waiting.
Jongin takes off his shirt, and folds it carefully, and then his pants. Kyungsoo’s a little less concerned with clothes, but Jongin is careful, smoothing out the wrinkles as he sets them on the shelves with the other clothes that aren’t quite his.
Jongin turns around, in just his blue briefs, and Kyungsoo can see, now, that he’s completely hard.
“The bow-tie, right?” Kyungsoo asks bringing his hand halfway up to it, and Jongin swallows. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and Kyungsoo wants to reach out and push Jongin’s hair back, but he has to let Jongin come to him or he’ll spook. “You like things around my neck.”
Kyungsoo had discovered this particular fetish on accident, in the dressing room at the To the Beautiful You set, when Kyungsoo had been about to undo his tie and Jongin had watched him with careful, needy eyes that made Kyungsoo feel a heat pool in his belly.
Just to be sure, Kyungsoo’d slipped on a tie that night, under the guise of trying to pick one out for the next day, and he’d discovered just how much Jongin liked that, Kyungsoo fucking his friend slow and hard as Jongin held onto the tie, tightening it around Kyungsoo’s neck. Kyungsoo’s vision had started to swim and Jongin had closed like a vice around him, coming before Kyungsoo even managed to get a hand around his cock to help. Kyungsoo’s fingertips and toes had tingled, and he’d spilled inside of Jongin as soon as Jongin let him breath again.
Kyungsoo had developed a purplish bruise by the next morning, a thin discolored collar, and Jongin had lightly run his fingers along the marks, eyes dark, and refused to talk about it. Kyungsoo hadn’t pressed the matter. Jongin wasn’t always very good at saying what he wanted, but Kyungsoo prided himself on being very good at figuring it out.
“It’s not...” Jongin exhales, and takes a daring step closer. He runs a hand through his hair, and closes his eyes. “I like...” He can’t bring himself to say the words, and Kyungsoo doesn’t quite get it; not completely.
“Show me,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin’s eyes widen, in surprise, yes, but also, Kyungsoo thinks, with a tinge of excitement.
“Is that really, um, okay?” Jongin asks, and Kyungsoo stands, slowly, and unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down his hips and taking his underwear with them. He’s only half-hard, but he’s sure Jongin will fix that. Kyungsoo’s getting harder already, just watching Jongin’s tongue peek out to wet his lips in anticipation. Jongin’s lips are sinful, sometimes, especially when they’re stretched around Kyungsoo’s erection as Kyungsoo fists his hands in that soft, thick hair.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin is finally in front of him, dropping to his knees to take Kyungsoo into his mouth. Kyungsoo gasps and leans his head back as Jongin’s tongue licks up the underside of his shaft, hands gripping Kyungsoo’s hips to hold him still.
Kyungsoo puts his hands lightly on Jongin’s shoulders, trying not to dig his fingers in because he can’t leave marks; not on Jongin, whose body is half of his stage costume, clavicles and shoulders and belly on display as he dances. Jongin likes Kyungsoo’s touch, though. He always leans into it, like an eager kitten, and Kyungsoo always has to resist the temptation to crush Kai a little closer. Sometimes Kyungsoo wants to kiss him, but that’s something they haven’t done, and Kyungsoo’s not sure where Jongin’s lines are, yet.
Anyway, kissing is the last thing on Kyungsoo’s mind right now, because Jongin’s tongue is pushing back Kyungsoo’s foreskin, lingering along the slit and teasing tiny, suppressed groans out of Kyungsoo, who tries to keep the noise down so the others don’t hear. Kyungsoo looks down at the same time Jongin looks up at him through dark lashes, and Jongin’s seeking approval, which Kyungsoo is more than willing to give, running his fingers along Jongin’s jaw as Jongin takes him all the way in without warning.
It’s good. It’s too good, actually, so Kyungsoo pushes back on Jongin’s shoulders until he falls, wet, from between Jongin’s lips with a soft sound. Jongin tilts his head up at Kyungsoo curiously, and Kyungsoo takes a deep breath.
“That’s not what you like, is it?” Kyungsoo asks, and he says it like an invitation.
Jongin smiles a little, and rises to his feet so he can push Kyungsoo back onto the bed. Kyungsoo falls easily, scooting back so that his whole body is on the bed, not resisting at all, and Jongin gets braver. He climbs on top of Kyungsoo, straddling him, hands resting flat on Kyungsoo’s clothed chest. Jongin's cock is warm on Kyungsoo’s bare hip even through the fabric of his blue briefs, and Kyungsoo lifts his hips, just a little, to rub their erections together. Jongin sighs, hands clenching in the red material of Jongin’s shirt.
“I like that, too,” he mumbles, but then one of his hands goes up to Kyungsoo’s neck, and he hooks the index finger underneath the bow-tie and tugs. It doesn’t hurt, Kyungsoo thinks. It’s just an experimental tug that surprises Kyungsoo, a little, and as Jongin’s knuckle brushes against the top button of his shirt and the skin of his throat, Jongin’s cock twitches against him. “But...”
Jongin looks hesitant, and Kyungsoo considers. He thinks about last time, with the tie, and the way the rush of air had felt, as he came. He thinks he can give Jongin this. “I said you could,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin looks into his eyes, searching. Kyungsoo stares straight back, with no timidness or confusion, and Jongin presses his lips into a straight line.
“If I hurt you-” Jongin says, and Kyungsoo snorts.
“I’m not going to let you hurt me,” Kyungsoo says. “I know what I can take.” Jongin nods, and Kyungsoo reaches down and tugs at the elastic of Jongin’s underwear. Jongin complies, awkwardly shimmying out of his briefs without getting off of Kyungsoo, and it’s cute. Jongin is always cute, when he’s not dancing, and Kyungsoo likes the cute. It makes Jongin less untouchable, even if he is the sexiest thing Kyungsoo’s ever seen, most days.
When Jongin triumphantly kicks his briefs to the floor, Kyungsoo reaches over to his bedside table, opening the drawer and fumbling around without looking as Jongin locks stares with him. Jongin licks his lips again, in that completely distracting way that borders on obscene, and Kyungsoo wonders if Jongin’s lips taste as sweet as they look.
He pulls his hand back with lube, and squirts some onto his fingers, getting them slick because Jongin likes it really wet. Jongin lifts himself so his weight is on his knees, and Kyungsoo reaches between them. his forearm brushing against Jongin’s cock as he finds Jongin’s hole, teasing it with a slippery finger.
He preps Jongin agonizingly slow, because he likes the way Jongin’s face contorts; first with a furrowed brow as Jongin gets used to the intrusion, and then with short, gasping pants as Kyungsoo stretches him as he trembles, arms on either side of Kyungsoo’s ribs.
Kyungsoo’s balls ache, and he wants to bury himself inside of Jongin. He slides a third finger inside of him, and Jongin keens. It’s a desperate sound that goes straight to Kyungsoo’s cock as Jongin rocks back onto his fingers. “More,” Jongin says. “More.”
Kyungsoo pulls his fingers free and Jongin reaches into the still open drawer, snagging a condom and hurriedly ripping the foil packet open. The condom falls out and onto the floor, and Jongin swears. “Well, it’s not the condom’s fault, now is it?” Kyungsoo says, and his voice is lower and rougher than he expects, but it pulls a laugh out of Jongin, who reaches and grabs another foil square, carefully tearing it open with shaking hands. He rolls the condom onto Kyungsoo, who hisses at the touch of Jongin’s hand, and Kyungsoo finds the bottle of lube again and spills in all over his hand in his haste.
It doesn’t matter. He strokes his cock a few times, making sure to transfer most of the lube. He wipes the rest of it on his shirt, knowing he’ll get killed for it later and not caring, and then Jongin is sliding down onto him, teeth clenched to stop himself from moaning too loud as his eyes fall closed. Still Jongin’s deep voice sends shivers down Kyungsoo’s spine as Jongin’s body wraps tight around him, Jongin’s legs quivering on either side of Kyungsoo as Kyungsoo grabs Jongin’s waist to hold him steady as he adjusts.
“So good,” Kyungsoo murmurs, and Jongin takes a deep breath and opens his eyes. “Aren’t you going to-” He lifts his hips a little, because he can’t help it, and Jongin stutters out a groan as Kyungsoo slips a little deeper inside him. Jongin is so tight, so wet and slippery, and Kyungsoo wants to flip them over and fuck Jongin until Jongin spills all over Kyungsoo’s sheets, making those mewling sounds that Kyungsoo thinks about a lot in the shower when he touches himself.
But that’s not what they’re doing today, and Kyungsoo can admit he’s a little curious at how far Jongin wants this to go.
Jongin’s chest is rapidly rising and falling, and Kyungsoo reaches up and drags his fingers down his sternum. “You’re sure-” Jongin starts to say, but then he stops himself, because of course Kyungsoo is sure.
“You’d better hurry up,” Kyungsoo warns, and he lifts Jongin’s hips off of him halfway and then pulls him back down. The friction is delicious, and Kyungsoo has to struggle to keep his eyes open. Then one of Jongin’s hands finds its way back up to Kyungsoo’s neck as the other one settles on his abs for balance.
Jongin hooks four fingers under Kyungsoo’s bow-tie, this time, and he twists.
Kyungsoo’s breath cuts off, and as his lungs start to burn, it’s like he can feel everything else more intensely. The skin of Jongin’s inner thighs against his pelvis and the press of Jongin’s hand on his stomach and the impossibly silky heat of Jongin around his cock. He looks up at Jongin and Jongin’s face is flushed and his lips are parted and he’s staring at Kyungsoo’s neck with a fascination and desire that makes Kyungsoo want to push up even harder.
Jongin untwists the bow-tie, and Kyungsoo’s air comes rushing back, and he’s dizzy and giddy as he takes a much needed breath. And then Jongin is riding him, hard, fucking himself on Kyungsoo’s cock as he whines and writhes, his knuckles digging into Kyungsoo’s throat. It hurts, but Kyungsoo doesn’t want him to stop; not if it makes him like this, Kyungsoo just doing his best to keep up.
And then Jongin twists the tie again, and this time Kyungsoo knows what to expect-- he’s prepared for the disconnect, his fingers digging hard enough to hurt into Jongin’s hip bones as Jongin spills onto his belly, white lines across red fabric, letting go of the bow-tie as he slumps forward. Kyungsoo thrusts upwards, three final times, fighting through the resistance of Jongin’s orgasm, and then he’s coming too, vision going hazy from not enough air, or maybe too much air.
Jongin is still quivering above him, almost boneless, but he comes back to himself enough to pull up and off of Kyungsoo, rolling to the side. Kyungsoo swallows, and it aches, but it’s not an unbearable pain. Jongin looks sated and sleepy next to him as he sits up, pulling the condom off and leaning over Jongin to drop it in the waste basket. Kyungsoo looks down at the shirt and grimaces. He undoes the buttons, and as he nears his neck, Jongin sits up and grabs his hands.
“What are you...?”
“Let me,” Jongin says, and he carefully undoes Kyungsoo’s bow-tie, and then lifts the red collar so he can slide it free. He sets it on the bedside table, and then he undoes Kyungsoo’s final three buttons. Kyungsoo lets him pull the shirt down and off his shoulders, and Kyungsoo tosses it off the side of the bed because it’s hopeless, anyway. He’ll wash it tonight before bed, along with his sweat and lube-dirtied sheets, and hope it gets clean enough that he can look the style coordinators in the eyes tomorrow.
Jongin’s hand comes up to cup Kyungsoo’s neck, and his palm is warm. His tumb rubs small circles where Kyungsoo knows he’ll have a bruise. “I’m sorr-”
“I said you could, didn’t I?” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin’s face is like a puppy that thinks he’s about to be chastised.
Suddenly, Jongin is leaning forward, his hand sliding up into Kyungsoo’s hair, and Kyungsoo tries not to gasp as Jongin’s lips press against his neck, where he feels the shape of the bow-tie in his skin. Jongin kisses all across his throat, and Kyungsoo’s afraid to move, because this is new territory, and he hasn’t quite mapped this part out yet.
Jongin is timid, but somewhere between the inhale and the exhale, Kyungsoo gives into temptation. Kyungsoo lifts both hands to grab Jongin’s hair and tug, and Jongin jerks back, reticence in his eyes and the beginnings, Kyungsoo knows, of an apology on his lips, but Kyungsoo stops it by kissing him.
Jongin tastes a little like Kyungsoo, and a little like the mint and radish from the kimbap they had for lunch, but his lips are just as soft as Kyungsoo had imagined, hoped, they would be. Jongin sighs into the kiss, and Kyungsoo pushes closer, inside, tongue wrapping around Jongin’s as Jongin sloppily kisses back.
Their teeth bump, and Jongin clearly doesn’t know what he’s doing, but Kyungsoo doesn’t really either, so the ground is not as uneven as it might be. Jongin whines as Kyungsoo pulls back; a greedy sound that Kyungsoo already knows and loves, and he hopes it means that Jongin won’t mind if Kyungsoo kisses him again, later.
Kyungsoo looks at Jongin now, with his swollen lips and wide, disbelieving eyes, and thinks maybe they’re supposed to talk about this. But Jongin’s not very good at talking, and Kyungsoo prides himself on being able to figure him out anyway.
So instead, Kyungsoo lies down and pulls Jongin with him. Jongin nuzzles his face into Kyungsoo’s neck, nose pressing into the bruises he’s left there, arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, and throws one leg over Kyungsoo’s leg, tangling them together. Jongin’s soft cock presses into his hip, and there’s nothing sexual about this, Kyungsoo thinks, and his heartbeat, which had finally been slowing down, speeds up again.
“Is this okay, too?” Jongin asks, and Kyungsoo takes a shuddering breath.
“Um,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin tenses, like he’s waiting for Kyungsoo to tell him no. Kyungsoo hopes Jongin never realizes how unlikely that is.
Kyungsoo reaches around until he finds his top sheet, and then pulls it free of their legs, and up over them. There are a few wet patches, but his feet are no longer cold, and Jongin’s subtle shivers calm.
“Now it is,” he says, and Kyungsoo can’t see Jongin’s face, but Jongin’s arm tightens around him, and oh, Kyungsoo’s getting the picture.
Jongin, Kyungsoo thinks, has once again managed to take his breath away.