(for bookishvice) This Is Love
For: bookishvice
Title: This Is Love
Genre: smut, fluff, humor
Rating: NC-17
Side-Pairings: slight!Chanbaek and TaoHun
Length: 3,948 words
Summary: Jongin and Kyungsoo simply can't get enough of each other.
Notes: To my lovely recipient, I hope this'll make you choke on so much feels (even though this is fail fail fail). I ended up only doing 1 prompt, but I hope you'll love this anyway! xoxo
The first time Kyungsoo and Jongin met, Baekhyun thought it was indeed a good idea that he brought Kyungsoo along with him to Chanyeol's party. He watched the two interact and swore he could feel the heat radiating around the room. "Jongin looks stupid," Sehun had remarked with a glint in his eyes. "The I'm-deeply-infatuated kind of stupid."
The first time Kyungsoo and Jongin had sex was that very same night, when Jongdae drowned the two in alcohol and drove them back to Jongin's apartment afterwards. They fucked near the doorway, on the sofa, in the bathtub, and on Jongin's queen sized bed. It dawned on Kyungsoo that he was thankful it had been Jongin who took away his virginity, because Jongin was gentle, though a little bit impatient. Hungry, but sensual. Sweet, yet rough.
Kyungsoo was the first to wake up the morning after. He glanced at the clock and practically jumped out of bed when he saw that it was eight thirty am- just half an hour more 'till class started. He got back in his clothes, worked his way through the kitchen to cook some food (and for Jongin's, of course), tip toed out of the apartment complex and tried to grab a taxi by the sidewalk.
When Jongin stirred from his sleep just a few minutes after nine am, the first thing that crept up to his head was the scent of fried food floating around the room. He yawned as he pulled himself up, grabbed his boxers, and followed the delicious smell all the way to the kitchen. Jongin's eyes widened at the sight of the still damp kitchenware hanging from the mahogany cabinet and the fine china plate brimming with an omelette, five strips of honey cured bacon, and a cup of rice neatly situated on the table. A small yellow paper was hanging idly on the fridge, and Jongin read the note as if it held the secret map to Treasure Island.
'I made orange juice, too. Freshly squeezed, just like your ass last night ;)
Have a good morning! - Kyungsoo'
The second time they met, it was Jongin who came over to Kyungsoo’s school. He had pestered Baekhyun two days after their one-night-stand happened, asking him which university Kyungsoo goes to and what time his classes ended. Baekhyun complied, only because Jongin agreed to set him up a date with Park Chanyeol.
“So, how was it?”
“How was what?”
“Screwing Kyungsoo.”
“Oh, it was amazing.” Jongin sighed, lips curving into a smile. “Kyungsoo’s amazing.”
“Of course it was.” Baekhyun snickered. “It must be pretty amazing to be the first one to fuck him, huh?”
“What?!”
Jongin gawked, not fully believing Baekhyun’s words. It couldn’t be; Kyungsoo was too good. He was too skilled with his tongue, his strokes, even his dirty talk. He brought Jongin over the edge with light, feathery touches and soft ministrations with his heart shaped lips. ‘Or maybe it was just Kyungsoo, silly,’ a small voice resonated in the back of his head.
So when Jongin went to Kyungsoo's university that afternoon and found him sitting alone in the library, Kyungsoo laughed and felt more surprised at the first words that came out from Jongin’s mouth than his sudden, unannounced appearance.
"You were a virgin when we did it?" Jongin couldn't stop gaping as he took a seat beside the elder.
"Well hello to you too, Kim Jongin." Kyungsoo chuckled. "How'd you get in anyway? And how'd you know I'm studying here?"
"Byun Baekhyun.” Jongin shrugged. “..and Byun Baekhyun."
"Oh, I see." Kyungsoo nodded knowingly, then smiled. "So what brings you here?"
"I.." Jongin wanted to say he would like to see him again, but he figured it sounded sappy and a little too out of date, so he settled for an "I wanted to buy you dinner. You know, for the delicious breakfast last time."
"Nah, it wasn't a big deal, really. Just think of it as common courtesy?" Kyungsoo closed his books and placed them in his bag. "But okay, I'd love that too."
"I'm still amazed by how you managed to work that magic in my kitchen, though." Jongin grinned sheepishly.
"Please." Kyungsoo smirked. "I'm also good in the kitchen, you know. Not just in bed."
They had dinner at a pizza parlour just a few blocks away from Jongin's place, and they barely lasted an hour before Jongin drove Kyungsoo back to Jongin’s apartment.
"Fuck." Jongin hissed when Kyungsoo's hands came in contact with the painful tent forming on his jeans.
Kyungsoo's fingers busied themselves with unbuttoning Jongin's pants. The younger took his shirt off and did the same to Kyungsoo, who was able to successfully yank Jongin's boxers off and send them flying across the room. The two of them didn't make it to the bed. Jongin couldn't hold it in any longer. So he kissed Kyungsoo and bent him over the small auburn table in the middle of the living room.
Kyungsoo sighed, feeling Jongin's delicious tongue in his mouth, tasting every inch and every corner of his wet cavern. He felt slender hands tightly grip his waist and the head of Jongin's aching dick poke his ass.
"Jongin. Please," Kyungsoo whined.
"Stay still," Jongin commanded, then asked Kyungsoo to suck three of his fingers, to which the older happily obliged.
"Good boy." Jongin smacked Kyungsoo's buttcheek before inserting one, then two, then three of his fingers into his tight, pink hole.
Kyungsoo closed his eyes and moaned, a searing pleasure running through every vein and every fiber of his body. He savoured the fleeting moment, his breaths becoming ragged and uneven. He needed something more.
“Jongin.”
“Yeah, baby?” Jongin licked his lip.
“P-please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you, inside me.” Jongin found it endearing that Kyungsoo was blushing as he begged. It amused him and aroused him even more.
“What’s that? Can’t hear you, babe.”
Kyungsoo was close to tears. He needed Jongin inside him before he completely lost his shit. “Please, Jongin.” He bucked his hips involuntarily. “I need your long, hard cock inside me. Please. I want you to fuck me- Oh!”
Jongin replaced his fingers with his cock and thrusted hard and deep, making sure not a centimetre of Kyungsoo’s hole was left wanting. He went deliciously rough, getting turned on by the sound of Kyungsoo screaming his name and the way his body shuddered with so much pleasure and need.
The table rocked back and forth along with their movements, and when Jongin reached over to grip the older’s hard shaft, Kyungsoo came; with his pupils dilated and Jongin’s name escaping his lips one last time. Jongin came next, breathless, and he passed out on the carpet while Kyungsoo slumped on the sofa.
The next morning, Jongin woke up to the smell of fruits- and instead of rushing over to the kitchen with anxiety lining his whole face, he relaxed and stayed on the carpet for a few minutes. He was surprised, though, to find a cozy blanket generously wrapped around his naked body. It was probably Kyungsoo, he thought with a smile on his lips as he heard Kyungsoo rummaging in the kitchen.
Jongin stood up and got dressed when he heard Kyungsoo setting the plates on the dining room table. He walked towards the table and sat across from him, quietly admiring his small shoulders and the way he moved around the space as if it was his own home.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Kyungsoo exclaimed when he turned around and saw Jongin staring at him. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Jongin felt momentarily weird. He wasn’t used to waking up to someone cooking exquisite breakfast for him, but he kind of liked it. It was a good kind of weird, the type to make his heart beat rapidly. He was happy to see that Kyungsoo didn’t leave.
“You don’t have Saturday classes?” Jongin’s feet fiddled under the table.
“Not in the morning.” Kyungsoo placed two glasses, one for him and the other for Jongin, beside their plates. “I couldn’t handle that, waking up early on Saturdays just to go to school. I’d probably go bonkers. I think I already am, just by the thought of it!”
Jongin smiled, his eyes landing on his plate- blueberry pancakes, plus mango juice that smelled appetizingly sweet. He was never one to make such lavish dishes, even if he had the ingredients. He was usually lazy during the morning and would settle for a cup of instant ramen instead.
“Come on, Jongin.” Kyungsoo munched on his food. “Take a bite and tell me what you think.”
Jongin held his knife and fork, cutting a small piece of the blueberry pancake off and shoving it into his mouth.
“So?” Kyungsoo prompted. “How was it?”
Jongin paused, looking for the right word. “Incredible.” He didn’t know, at that moment, which the word was directed at- the food, or Kyungsoo. He secretly preferred the latter.
Their third meeting happened in a dance studio in Hongdae that Jongin frequented whenever he and his partner were performing in the district. Sehun left a long time ago, saying that he still had to fetch a certain man named Zitao, and it left Jongin practicing in the quiet building alone. Not that he was complaining, though.
Jongin liked to stay there even after practice hours ended. He liked to perfect every step, every movement of his limbs, to the right timing of the music until he was satisfied with how his dance went. He never minded being the last one to leave the studio, even if it meant being the one to shut everything off and lock up.
That night, Jongin chose to polish his steps as he danced along to ‘Growl’. The performance was still a month away, but he wanted to be ready. He wanted to remember everything and avoid mental blocks once he was on the stage. He only went out of the building once, and that was because he had to buy dinner. He settled for some Chinese takeout and sat in the huge studio, alone. He refilled his bottle with water from the fountain near the entrance and took a 15 minute rest before going back to dancing.
By 10 in the evening, Jongin was slumped against the huge body mirrors surrounding the studio. He was dead tired, drained, and ready to go home. He had the song paused and realized he only had a few seconds of it left for him to polish, so he decided to finish it off before the night ended. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and stood up, getting ready to dance, when a sudden knock made his head turn towards the door.
"Hey." Kyungsoo smiled from the doorway, his hands gripping the handle. "Can I come in?"
Jongin lit up like neon lights on Christmas Day. He wasn't expecting to see Kyungsoo in this place, especially at this hour. How long has it been since they last saw each other? 5 days?
"Of course!" Jongin smiled. "Come. You can sit there if you like." He pointed to an array of black chairs aligned against the mirrors.
Kyungsoo entered, wide eyes scanning the place. "I didn't know you dance," he mused.
"I do, ever since I was 7." Jongin rubbed his neck shyly. "Why are you here in Hongdae, hyung?"
"Oh, just to visit a friend of mine." Kyungsoo took his seat. "He dragged me along for dinner with his boyfriend. His name's Zitao. His boyfriend, Sehun, told me he was a dancer, and his studio is just around the corner. Then he muttered something about 'my partner Kim Jongin is probably still practicing until now" and so I asked him to drop me off here. I guess I wanted to see you."
Jongin's chest buzzed with so much happiness. "Small world. I wanted to see you too, but Baekhyun told me your exams are coming up. I figured you’d be busy studying."
"Well, yeah, but I don't like to put too much pressure on myself." Kyungsoo shrugged. "Hey, Jongin."
"Hm?"
"I want to see you dance."
Jongin broke out into a playful smile. "Of course. Though, I’ll warn you, soon enough it'll be too hot for you to handle."
Kyungsoo lips curved upward. "Try me."
Soon enough, Kyungsoo knew that Jongin right. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Jongin; his tanned and lithe figure gliding across the floor and his body becoming one with the music. He danced with so much passion that Kyungsoo thought he was going to burst. His eyes landed on Jongin’s arms, his muscles flexing and extending and he suddenly remembered the first night they fucked. Jongin had pinned him against the wall and mercilessly pounded on him by the doorway. He looked at his sexy hips and the way they smoothly grinded, and images of Jongin thrusting and rocking against him clouded his line of thoughts.
Few minutes had just gone by, but Kyungsoo was growing hard.
He wanted Jongin to take him right then and there, on the floor, surrounded by huge body mirrors.
“Yo, Kyungsoo.” Jongin waved his hand in front of him, and it wasn’t until that moment that Kyungsoo realized the song had stopped. He probably looked dumb daydreaming, and he hoped Jongin hadn’t noticed the obvious tent forming on his jeans.
“You were really great.” Kyungsoo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He was squirming in his seat, and Jongin found it a bit strange, in a funny and cute way. “Hey, Jongin, would you mind if I crash into your place for tonight?”
Jongin raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Why’s that so?” but when his eyes found Kyungsoo’s erection awkwardly protruding in his pants, he resisted the urge to laugh and smirk at the elder and instead, ran away to shut off everything in the studio before grabbing Kyungsoo and dashing towards his car.
“Hyung, I told you so.”
That was their third night together, wherein Kyungsoo gave Jongin a breathtaking blowjob and asked him to ‘dance’ with him on his bed. That night, Kyungsoo decided that Kim Jongin was his favourite dancer in the whole world, and that he has the most delicious hips that he could never get sick of.
Morning came, and Jongin internally cursed why he was always the one to wake up late. He wanted to see Kyungsoo’s sleeping face and feel his soft cheeks under his fingertips.
Kyungsoo sang while making the Caesar salad, smiling lethargically. He waited for the French toast to pop out when he heard a chair being lightly dragged against the tiled floor and an odd, yet familiar presence lingering from behind.
“Good morning, Jongin.” Kyungsoo greeted without looking.
“Morning.” Jongin yawned. “You have a really nice voice, Soo.”
The toast came out just as Kyungsoo finished tossing the salad. “Really?” he placed both dishes and glasses on the table and fetched the grape juice from the fridge. “I like to sing.”
Jongin took one hesitant bite from his plate and smiled, having tasted the best salad in his entire life (he usually hated greens, but because it was Kyungsoo who made it, he ended up loving them). “That’s pretty cool.” He took a sip from his glass. “You sing, I dance. We’re like a match made in heaven!”
Kyungsoo grinned and blushed at his words, and he hoped Jongin wouldn’t see it; wouldn’t see the way his eyes shone and his mouth smiled just for him. He wished Jongin wouldn’t see right through the walls of his heart and end up discovering the raw and true feelings he had for him from the inside. Kyungsoo suddenly became uneasy, and his smile immediately faltered.
Two weeks had slowly gone by without the two of them seeing each other. Kyungsoo became more bothered by the constant ache in his chest, though he wasn't really certain what it truly signified in the first place- the pain of missing Jongin, or the pain of knowing he's falling deeper and deeper in love with him. He didn't know what they were; they're friends, that's for sure, but maybe casual sex held them both even tighter. Kyungsoo frowned at the realization. He didn't want all the fucking to be the main foundation of his relationship with Jongin. He wanted something more, and he mentally slapped himself because he always had, ever since he met the tall olive-skinned male.
Jongin, on the other hand, had tumbled into a deep vortex of confusion and worry. He had sugar coated his problems, saying it was just 'separation anxiety', while Sehun regarded it as pure bullshit and stated that he was simply going crazy. "How the hell are you possibly feeling 'separation anxiety' when they were just one night stands, Jongin?" The younger once said. Jongin refused to give in to Sehun’s words, because he believed that what he felt for Kyungsoo was different. ‘It’s not just about the sex.’ He constantly told himself. He decided, once for all, that he was going to make things right the next time they see each other.
When Jongin showed up at Kyungsoo's doorstep on a cold Sunday evening, the elder hadn't managed to form a single word before Jongin hastily pushed him back and closed the door with his left leg. He pushed Kyungsoo against the wall, cupped his face with his shaking hands, and kissed him deeply like he hadn't seen him for an entire year.
"I missed you," Jongin whispered when he pulled away.
Kyungsoo made dinner, his famous kimchi spaghetti, and it had Jongin moaning because of the glorious taste. "You're really good at this," the younger commented, his mouth still full. "I'm going to marry you someday."
That was their fourth meeting, and the night consisted of long talks and movie marathons and laying limp on the turquoise sofa with bowls of popcorn sitting on their laps. Kyungsoo yawned a little after eleven, and he asked Jongin whether he planned to go home or not.
"I'm staying in," Jongin replied firmly. "Can I?"
Kyungsoo nodded sleepily, and Jongin almost felt bad. They cleaned the living room and did the dishes for a short while before going towards the bedroom. "Are you okay?" Jongin went behind Kyungsoo, who was sitting lifelessly on the edge of his bed, and started rubbing small circles on his shoulders.
"I'm okay.” Kyungsoo managed a small smile. “Just really tired. It's been a long day." He sighed, trying to relax to Jongin’s soft touches.
Jongin placed a small kiss on Kyungsoo's neck, his hands never leaving the older's body. They went down, further, until he's gripping Kyungsoo's waist and ravishing his neck from behind. Kyungsoo felt something waking up from the inside- some sort of desire wrapped around his heart, sending countless butterflies to his stomach. He closed his eyes and let Jongin do his magic, wanting the moment to last forever.
Jongin gripped his arms and slowly changed his angle so that they were finally facing each other. He kissed Kyungsoo's eyes, his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips. "You're drained, Soo." He breathed against his jaw. "Don't worry. I’ll take care of you."
It wasn't long before Jongin had the both of them completely naked, with Kyungsoo writhing under his toned body and wrapping his legs around his torso. They kept on kissing, tongues fighting for dominance, while Jongin's hand slowly crept down to stroke the length of Kyungsoo's hard, pulsing shaft. Jongin smeared pre-cum into Kyungsoo's hole and lubricated him well, before kissing him once more as he slid his cock inside.
That was the first night Kyungsoo and Jongin made love. Jongin went painfully slow, and gentle, and sweet, and he kept his thrusts long and deep. He wanted it to last longer, to feel Kyungsoo's body aching for him, and only him. Kyungsoo came, breathing out the same name that had drove him insane since day one, and Jongin followed right after with a tight squeeze on Kyungsoo's hand and his name silently escaping from his lips. Kyungsoo fell asleep right after, exhausted but contented, and Jongin inched closer to his sleeping form, putting the blanket over their bodies and hugging Kyungsoo from behind before peacefully drifting off to sleep.
The following morning, Jongin woke up to an empty space beside the bed. He hazily took in the surroundings, and realized he had spent the night in Kyungsoo’s apartment; sleeping in after they made love. Jongin grinned at the thought.
The sun shone a little bit brighter that day, and the birds chirped pretty melodies that floated among the flowers which looked like they were at the peak of their dainty beauty. It was like spring in the summertime, and Jongin’s head had never felt so much at ease. There was something about the boy cooking breakfast in the kitchen and humming to old love songs with his smooth, velvety voice. The way his lips formed the shape of a heart everytime he smiled, and the way his eyes widened when he found something mildly surprising. Jongin thought, as he quietly approached Kyungsoo, that he’d like to wake up to this kind of scenario every single day for the rest of his life.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist and kissed his head. Kyungsoo nearly jumped at the sudden contact, but soon relaxed when he sensed Jongin’s presence. “Good morning, handsome.” He dropped the knife and turned around, kissing the side of Jongin’s mouth. His heart felt like doing a hundred cartwheels.
“So what are we cooking today?”Jongin pinched his cheek.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Oh, this is a first,” Jongin mooned, smiling. He stared at Kyungsoo with a special intensity, searching his eyes for any sign that maybe, just maybe, Kyungsoo felt the same way he felt at that moment. When Kyungsoo took his hand in his and asked him what’s wrong, Jongin realized that he was worth the risk, and he swallowed down his pride and built up a newfound courage to tell the smaller boy the things that had been bothering him for weeks.
“Kyungsoo,” he started.
“Hm?”
“I really like you.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes widened, just the way the younger liked them, and for a moment Jongin felt his heart shattering into a million pieces before the elder smiled and engulfed him in a hug. “I like you too, Jongin,” he said with his head buried in Jongin’s broad chest.
Jongin could feel it, the fireworks exploding in his body, and he hugged Kyungsoo even tighter as his mouth broke out into a stupid smile. Kyungsoo pulled away, still blushing (Jongin found it so cute that he wanted to kiss his lips and never let them go) and he wiggled his way out of Jongin’s embrace to continue making breakfast for the both of them.
“I’m serious, though.” Jongin said thoughtfully. “I really want this- us- Soo. Not just the sex. I mean, I want to have you but if you’re not okay with it then I’ll understand-“
Kyungsoo cut his words off with a chaste kiss. “Idiot.” He laughed. “I’m not going anywhere, stupid.”
Jongin smiled for the hundredth time that morning, and he pulled Kyungsoo into a hug once more and started kissing him, realizing that he wasn’t really feeling hungry. He didn’t need food anymore, because Kyungsoo was there and he was all he ever needed for his stomach to feel full and his heart to keep beating.
Title: This Is Love
Genre: smut, fluff, humor
Rating: NC-17
Side-Pairings: slight!Chanbaek and TaoHun
Length: 3,948 words
Summary: Jongin and Kyungsoo simply can't get enough of each other.
Notes: To my lovely recipient, I hope this'll make you choke on so much feels (even though this is fail fail fail). I ended up only doing 1 prompt, but I hope you'll love this anyway! xoxo
The first time Kyungsoo and Jongin met, Baekhyun thought it was indeed a good idea that he brought Kyungsoo along with him to Chanyeol's party. He watched the two interact and swore he could feel the heat radiating around the room. "Jongin looks stupid," Sehun had remarked with a glint in his eyes. "The I'm-deeply-infatuated kind of stupid."
The first time Kyungsoo and Jongin had sex was that very same night, when Jongdae drowned the two in alcohol and drove them back to Jongin's apartment afterwards. They fucked near the doorway, on the sofa, in the bathtub, and on Jongin's queen sized bed. It dawned on Kyungsoo that he was thankful it had been Jongin who took away his virginity, because Jongin was gentle, though a little bit impatient. Hungry, but sensual. Sweet, yet rough.
Kyungsoo was the first to wake up the morning after. He glanced at the clock and practically jumped out of bed when he saw that it was eight thirty am- just half an hour more 'till class started. He got back in his clothes, worked his way through the kitchen to cook some food (and for Jongin's, of course), tip toed out of the apartment complex and tried to grab a taxi by the sidewalk.
When Jongin stirred from his sleep just a few minutes after nine am, the first thing that crept up to his head was the scent of fried food floating around the room. He yawned as he pulled himself up, grabbed his boxers, and followed the delicious smell all the way to the kitchen. Jongin's eyes widened at the sight of the still damp kitchenware hanging from the mahogany cabinet and the fine china plate brimming with an omelette, five strips of honey cured bacon, and a cup of rice neatly situated on the table. A small yellow paper was hanging idly on the fridge, and Jongin read the note as if it held the secret map to Treasure Island.
'I made orange juice, too. Freshly squeezed, just like your ass last night ;)
Have a good morning! - Kyungsoo'
The second time they met, it was Jongin who came over to Kyungsoo’s school. He had pestered Baekhyun two days after their one-night-stand happened, asking him which university Kyungsoo goes to and what time his classes ended. Baekhyun complied, only because Jongin agreed to set him up a date with Park Chanyeol.
“So, how was it?”
“How was what?”
“Screwing Kyungsoo.”
“Oh, it was amazing.” Jongin sighed, lips curving into a smile. “Kyungsoo’s amazing.”
“Of course it was.” Baekhyun snickered. “It must be pretty amazing to be the first one to fuck him, huh?”
“What?!”
Jongin gawked, not fully believing Baekhyun’s words. It couldn’t be; Kyungsoo was too good. He was too skilled with his tongue, his strokes, even his dirty talk. He brought Jongin over the edge with light, feathery touches and soft ministrations with his heart shaped lips. ‘Or maybe it was just Kyungsoo, silly,’ a small voice resonated in the back of his head.
So when Jongin went to Kyungsoo's university that afternoon and found him sitting alone in the library, Kyungsoo laughed and felt more surprised at the first words that came out from Jongin’s mouth than his sudden, unannounced appearance.
"You were a virgin when we did it?" Jongin couldn't stop gaping as he took a seat beside the elder.
"Well hello to you too, Kim Jongin." Kyungsoo chuckled. "How'd you get in anyway? And how'd you know I'm studying here?"
"Byun Baekhyun.” Jongin shrugged. “..and Byun Baekhyun."
"Oh, I see." Kyungsoo nodded knowingly, then smiled. "So what brings you here?"
"I.." Jongin wanted to say he would like to see him again, but he figured it sounded sappy and a little too out of date, so he settled for an "I wanted to buy you dinner. You know, for the delicious breakfast last time."
"Nah, it wasn't a big deal, really. Just think of it as common courtesy?" Kyungsoo closed his books and placed them in his bag. "But okay, I'd love that too."
"I'm still amazed by how you managed to work that magic in my kitchen, though." Jongin grinned sheepishly.
"Please." Kyungsoo smirked. "I'm also good in the kitchen, you know. Not just in bed."
They had dinner at a pizza parlour just a few blocks away from Jongin's place, and they barely lasted an hour before Jongin drove Kyungsoo back to Jongin’s apartment.
"Fuck." Jongin hissed when Kyungsoo's hands came in contact with the painful tent forming on his jeans.
Kyungsoo's fingers busied themselves with unbuttoning Jongin's pants. The younger took his shirt off and did the same to Kyungsoo, who was able to successfully yank Jongin's boxers off and send them flying across the room. The two of them didn't make it to the bed. Jongin couldn't hold it in any longer. So he kissed Kyungsoo and bent him over the small auburn table in the middle of the living room.
Kyungsoo sighed, feeling Jongin's delicious tongue in his mouth, tasting every inch and every corner of his wet cavern. He felt slender hands tightly grip his waist and the head of Jongin's aching dick poke his ass.
"Jongin. Please," Kyungsoo whined.
"Stay still," Jongin commanded, then asked Kyungsoo to suck three of his fingers, to which the older happily obliged.
"Good boy." Jongin smacked Kyungsoo's buttcheek before inserting one, then two, then three of his fingers into his tight, pink hole.
Kyungsoo closed his eyes and moaned, a searing pleasure running through every vein and every fiber of his body. He savoured the fleeting moment, his breaths becoming ragged and uneven. He needed something more.
“Jongin.”
“Yeah, baby?” Jongin licked his lip.
“P-please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you, inside me.” Jongin found it endearing that Kyungsoo was blushing as he begged. It amused him and aroused him even more.
“What’s that? Can’t hear you, babe.”
Kyungsoo was close to tears. He needed Jongin inside him before he completely lost his shit. “Please, Jongin.” He bucked his hips involuntarily. “I need your long, hard cock inside me. Please. I want you to fuck me- Oh!”
Jongin replaced his fingers with his cock and thrusted hard and deep, making sure not a centimetre of Kyungsoo’s hole was left wanting. He went deliciously rough, getting turned on by the sound of Kyungsoo screaming his name and the way his body shuddered with so much pleasure and need.
The table rocked back and forth along with their movements, and when Jongin reached over to grip the older’s hard shaft, Kyungsoo came; with his pupils dilated and Jongin’s name escaping his lips one last time. Jongin came next, breathless, and he passed out on the carpet while Kyungsoo slumped on the sofa.
The next morning, Jongin woke up to the smell of fruits- and instead of rushing over to the kitchen with anxiety lining his whole face, he relaxed and stayed on the carpet for a few minutes. He was surprised, though, to find a cozy blanket generously wrapped around his naked body. It was probably Kyungsoo, he thought with a smile on his lips as he heard Kyungsoo rummaging in the kitchen.
Jongin stood up and got dressed when he heard Kyungsoo setting the plates on the dining room table. He walked towards the table and sat across from him, quietly admiring his small shoulders and the way he moved around the space as if it was his own home.
“Oh, you’re awake!” Kyungsoo exclaimed when he turned around and saw Jongin staring at him. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Jongin felt momentarily weird. He wasn’t used to waking up to someone cooking exquisite breakfast for him, but he kind of liked it. It was a good kind of weird, the type to make his heart beat rapidly. He was happy to see that Kyungsoo didn’t leave.
“You don’t have Saturday classes?” Jongin’s feet fiddled under the table.
“Not in the morning.” Kyungsoo placed two glasses, one for him and the other for Jongin, beside their plates. “I couldn’t handle that, waking up early on Saturdays just to go to school. I’d probably go bonkers. I think I already am, just by the thought of it!”
Jongin smiled, his eyes landing on his plate- blueberry pancakes, plus mango juice that smelled appetizingly sweet. He was never one to make such lavish dishes, even if he had the ingredients. He was usually lazy during the morning and would settle for a cup of instant ramen instead.
“Come on, Jongin.” Kyungsoo munched on his food. “Take a bite and tell me what you think.”
Jongin held his knife and fork, cutting a small piece of the blueberry pancake off and shoving it into his mouth.
“So?” Kyungsoo prompted. “How was it?”
Jongin paused, looking for the right word. “Incredible.” He didn’t know, at that moment, which the word was directed at- the food, or Kyungsoo. He secretly preferred the latter.
Their third meeting happened in a dance studio in Hongdae that Jongin frequented whenever he and his partner were performing in the district. Sehun left a long time ago, saying that he still had to fetch a certain man named Zitao, and it left Jongin practicing in the quiet building alone. Not that he was complaining, though.
Jongin liked to stay there even after practice hours ended. He liked to perfect every step, every movement of his limbs, to the right timing of the music until he was satisfied with how his dance went. He never minded being the last one to leave the studio, even if it meant being the one to shut everything off and lock up.
That night, Jongin chose to polish his steps as he danced along to ‘Growl’. The performance was still a month away, but he wanted to be ready. He wanted to remember everything and avoid mental blocks once he was on the stage. He only went out of the building once, and that was because he had to buy dinner. He settled for some Chinese takeout and sat in the huge studio, alone. He refilled his bottle with water from the fountain near the entrance and took a 15 minute rest before going back to dancing.
By 10 in the evening, Jongin was slumped against the huge body mirrors surrounding the studio. He was dead tired, drained, and ready to go home. He had the song paused and realized he only had a few seconds of it left for him to polish, so he decided to finish it off before the night ended. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and stood up, getting ready to dance, when a sudden knock made his head turn towards the door.
"Hey." Kyungsoo smiled from the doorway, his hands gripping the handle. "Can I come in?"
Jongin lit up like neon lights on Christmas Day. He wasn't expecting to see Kyungsoo in this place, especially at this hour. How long has it been since they last saw each other? 5 days?
"Of course!" Jongin smiled. "Come. You can sit there if you like." He pointed to an array of black chairs aligned against the mirrors.
Kyungsoo entered, wide eyes scanning the place. "I didn't know you dance," he mused.
"I do, ever since I was 7." Jongin rubbed his neck shyly. "Why are you here in Hongdae, hyung?"
"Oh, just to visit a friend of mine." Kyungsoo took his seat. "He dragged me along for dinner with his boyfriend. His name's Zitao. His boyfriend, Sehun, told me he was a dancer, and his studio is just around the corner. Then he muttered something about 'my partner Kim Jongin is probably still practicing until now" and so I asked him to drop me off here. I guess I wanted to see you."
Jongin's chest buzzed with so much happiness. "Small world. I wanted to see you too, but Baekhyun told me your exams are coming up. I figured you’d be busy studying."
"Well, yeah, but I don't like to put too much pressure on myself." Kyungsoo shrugged. "Hey, Jongin."
"Hm?"
"I want to see you dance."
Jongin broke out into a playful smile. "Of course. Though, I’ll warn you, soon enough it'll be too hot for you to handle."
Kyungsoo lips curved upward. "Try me."
Soon enough, Kyungsoo knew that Jongin right. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Jongin; his tanned and lithe figure gliding across the floor and his body becoming one with the music. He danced with so much passion that Kyungsoo thought he was going to burst. His eyes landed on Jongin’s arms, his muscles flexing and extending and he suddenly remembered the first night they fucked. Jongin had pinned him against the wall and mercilessly pounded on him by the doorway. He looked at his sexy hips and the way they smoothly grinded, and images of Jongin thrusting and rocking against him clouded his line of thoughts.
Few minutes had just gone by, but Kyungsoo was growing hard.
He wanted Jongin to take him right then and there, on the floor, surrounded by huge body mirrors.
“Yo, Kyungsoo.” Jongin waved his hand in front of him, and it wasn’t until that moment that Kyungsoo realized the song had stopped. He probably looked dumb daydreaming, and he hoped Jongin hadn’t noticed the obvious tent forming on his jeans.
“You were really great.” Kyungsoo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He was squirming in his seat, and Jongin found it a bit strange, in a funny and cute way. “Hey, Jongin, would you mind if I crash into your place for tonight?”
Jongin raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Why’s that so?” but when his eyes found Kyungsoo’s erection awkwardly protruding in his pants, he resisted the urge to laugh and smirk at the elder and instead, ran away to shut off everything in the studio before grabbing Kyungsoo and dashing towards his car.
“Hyung, I told you so.”
That was their third night together, wherein Kyungsoo gave Jongin a breathtaking blowjob and asked him to ‘dance’ with him on his bed. That night, Kyungsoo decided that Kim Jongin was his favourite dancer in the whole world, and that he has the most delicious hips that he could never get sick of.
Morning came, and Jongin internally cursed why he was always the one to wake up late. He wanted to see Kyungsoo’s sleeping face and feel his soft cheeks under his fingertips.
Kyungsoo sang while making the Caesar salad, smiling lethargically. He waited for the French toast to pop out when he heard a chair being lightly dragged against the tiled floor and an odd, yet familiar presence lingering from behind.
“Good morning, Jongin.” Kyungsoo greeted without looking.
“Morning.” Jongin yawned. “You have a really nice voice, Soo.”
The toast came out just as Kyungsoo finished tossing the salad. “Really?” he placed both dishes and glasses on the table and fetched the grape juice from the fridge. “I like to sing.”
Jongin took one hesitant bite from his plate and smiled, having tasted the best salad in his entire life (he usually hated greens, but because it was Kyungsoo who made it, he ended up loving them). “That’s pretty cool.” He took a sip from his glass. “You sing, I dance. We’re like a match made in heaven!”
Kyungsoo grinned and blushed at his words, and he hoped Jongin wouldn’t see it; wouldn’t see the way his eyes shone and his mouth smiled just for him. He wished Jongin wouldn’t see right through the walls of his heart and end up discovering the raw and true feelings he had for him from the inside. Kyungsoo suddenly became uneasy, and his smile immediately faltered.
Two weeks had slowly gone by without the two of them seeing each other. Kyungsoo became more bothered by the constant ache in his chest, though he wasn't really certain what it truly signified in the first place- the pain of missing Jongin, or the pain of knowing he's falling deeper and deeper in love with him. He didn't know what they were; they're friends, that's for sure, but maybe casual sex held them both even tighter. Kyungsoo frowned at the realization. He didn't want all the fucking to be the main foundation of his relationship with Jongin. He wanted something more, and he mentally slapped himself because he always had, ever since he met the tall olive-skinned male.
Jongin, on the other hand, had tumbled into a deep vortex of confusion and worry. He had sugar coated his problems, saying it was just 'separation anxiety', while Sehun regarded it as pure bullshit and stated that he was simply going crazy. "How the hell are you possibly feeling 'separation anxiety' when they were just one night stands, Jongin?" The younger once said. Jongin refused to give in to Sehun’s words, because he believed that what he felt for Kyungsoo was different. ‘It’s not just about the sex.’ He constantly told himself. He decided, once for all, that he was going to make things right the next time they see each other.
When Jongin showed up at Kyungsoo's doorstep on a cold Sunday evening, the elder hadn't managed to form a single word before Jongin hastily pushed him back and closed the door with his left leg. He pushed Kyungsoo against the wall, cupped his face with his shaking hands, and kissed him deeply like he hadn't seen him for an entire year.
"I missed you," Jongin whispered when he pulled away.
Kyungsoo made dinner, his famous kimchi spaghetti, and it had Jongin moaning because of the glorious taste. "You're really good at this," the younger commented, his mouth still full. "I'm going to marry you someday."
That was their fourth meeting, and the night consisted of long talks and movie marathons and laying limp on the turquoise sofa with bowls of popcorn sitting on their laps. Kyungsoo yawned a little after eleven, and he asked Jongin whether he planned to go home or not.
"I'm staying in," Jongin replied firmly. "Can I?"
Kyungsoo nodded sleepily, and Jongin almost felt bad. They cleaned the living room and did the dishes for a short while before going towards the bedroom. "Are you okay?" Jongin went behind Kyungsoo, who was sitting lifelessly on the edge of his bed, and started rubbing small circles on his shoulders.
"I'm okay.” Kyungsoo managed a small smile. “Just really tired. It's been a long day." He sighed, trying to relax to Jongin’s soft touches.
Jongin placed a small kiss on Kyungsoo's neck, his hands never leaving the older's body. They went down, further, until he's gripping Kyungsoo's waist and ravishing his neck from behind. Kyungsoo felt something waking up from the inside- some sort of desire wrapped around his heart, sending countless butterflies to his stomach. He closed his eyes and let Jongin do his magic, wanting the moment to last forever.
Jongin gripped his arms and slowly changed his angle so that they were finally facing each other. He kissed Kyungsoo's eyes, his nose, his cheeks, and then his lips. "You're drained, Soo." He breathed against his jaw. "Don't worry. I’ll take care of you."
It wasn't long before Jongin had the both of them completely naked, with Kyungsoo writhing under his toned body and wrapping his legs around his torso. They kept on kissing, tongues fighting for dominance, while Jongin's hand slowly crept down to stroke the length of Kyungsoo's hard, pulsing shaft. Jongin smeared pre-cum into Kyungsoo's hole and lubricated him well, before kissing him once more as he slid his cock inside.
That was the first night Kyungsoo and Jongin made love. Jongin went painfully slow, and gentle, and sweet, and he kept his thrusts long and deep. He wanted it to last longer, to feel Kyungsoo's body aching for him, and only him. Kyungsoo came, breathing out the same name that had drove him insane since day one, and Jongin followed right after with a tight squeeze on Kyungsoo's hand and his name silently escaping from his lips. Kyungsoo fell asleep right after, exhausted but contented, and Jongin inched closer to his sleeping form, putting the blanket over their bodies and hugging Kyungsoo from behind before peacefully drifting off to sleep.
The following morning, Jongin woke up to an empty space beside the bed. He hazily took in the surroundings, and realized he had spent the night in Kyungsoo’s apartment; sleeping in after they made love. Jongin grinned at the thought.
The sun shone a little bit brighter that day, and the birds chirped pretty melodies that floated among the flowers which looked like they were at the peak of their dainty beauty. It was like spring in the summertime, and Jongin’s head had never felt so much at ease. There was something about the boy cooking breakfast in the kitchen and humming to old love songs with his smooth, velvety voice. The way his lips formed the shape of a heart everytime he smiled, and the way his eyes widened when he found something mildly surprising. Jongin thought, as he quietly approached Kyungsoo, that he’d like to wake up to this kind of scenario every single day for the rest of his life.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist and kissed his head. Kyungsoo nearly jumped at the sudden contact, but soon relaxed when he sensed Jongin’s presence. “Good morning, handsome.” He dropped the knife and turned around, kissing the side of Jongin’s mouth. His heart felt like doing a hundred cartwheels.
“So what are we cooking today?”Jongin pinched his cheek.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Oh, this is a first,” Jongin mooned, smiling. He stared at Kyungsoo with a special intensity, searching his eyes for any sign that maybe, just maybe, Kyungsoo felt the same way he felt at that moment. When Kyungsoo took his hand in his and asked him what’s wrong, Jongin realized that he was worth the risk, and he swallowed down his pride and built up a newfound courage to tell the smaller boy the things that had been bothering him for weeks.
“Kyungsoo,” he started.
“Hm?”
“I really like you.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes widened, just the way the younger liked them, and for a moment Jongin felt his heart shattering into a million pieces before the elder smiled and engulfed him in a hug. “I like you too, Jongin,” he said with his head buried in Jongin’s broad chest.
Jongin could feel it, the fireworks exploding in his body, and he hugged Kyungsoo even tighter as his mouth broke out into a stupid smile. Kyungsoo pulled away, still blushing (Jongin found it so cute that he wanted to kiss his lips and never let them go) and he wiggled his way out of Jongin’s embrace to continue making breakfast for the both of them.
“I’m serious, though.” Jongin said thoughtfully. “I really want this- us- Soo. Not just the sex. I mean, I want to have you but if you’re not okay with it then I’ll understand-“
Kyungsoo cut his words off with a chaste kiss. “Idiot.” He laughed. “I’m not going anywhere, stupid.”
Jongin smiled for the hundredth time that morning, and he pulled Kyungsoo into a hug once more and started kissing him, realizing that he wasn’t really feeling hungry. He didn’t need food anymore, because Kyungsoo was there and he was all he ever needed for his stomach to feel full and his heart to keep beating.