[Fic] You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness
Title: You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness
Author: 93rdfragment
Pairing: KaiSoo
Rating: M
Summary: Part of the trans!kaisoo series. It tastes like Kyungsoo.
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Making chocolates isn't difficult. It isn't an altogether new experience for him. In fact, he's quite well-versed with the workings in the kitchen, from cooking delicious meals (as stated by friends) to creating mouthwatering desserts (still stated by friends). People have always urged him to cook for them because restaurant food 'pales in comparison to your oh-so-wonderful-and-super-delicious cooking'. That was what Baekhyun likes to say to coax him into cooking. But if he's being honest, it's the act of groveling that gets him going. No amount of compliments could ever satisfy him like seeing his friends on their knees and begging.
Of course, there is always the exception. That one guy who would ask with the most adorable puppy face, 'Hyung, I'm hungry.' And that wasn't even actually asking him to cook. It was just a statement but he would always find himself in the kitchen minutes later every time he hears those words from that person. His friends have seen it happen a few times and some complained at the unfairness while some teased him until he had to head lock them into stopping. That didn't necessarily stop the knowing smirks and teasing lifts of eyebrows but it did stop with the annoying voices. Screw them. He can dote on his boyfriend all he wants.
Boyfriend. He couldn't help feeling the rush of happiness at the thought. There had been times when he had been absolutely sure he would never find anyone who would be interested in pursuing a relationship with him. And times when he had looked at his body and cried because no one desired him as soon as they knew who he was - what he was. There were nights that had been filled with the drowning sense of loneliness and the accompanying tears of self-deprecation hidden, by day, inside his tough and self-assured exterior. All that has melted away in the time spent with the person who saw him and loved him despite what he thinks are his shortcomings.
He smiles as he thinks of the shy grins he receives along with the endless compliments and declarations of love. They never fail to make his stomach suddenly drop as his heart swells too much for his chest to contain. He's lucky to have been at that bar that night. He's lucky to have accepted the shy invitation. He's lucky to have been able to capture Jongin's love. The last one had happened without any outright intention from him. He had been thoroughly surprised to hear the words 'I like you, hyung' coming out of those lips when he had been certain their little sex escapades in between friendly conversations were nothing more than a phase for Jongin. Something new because he's a rare find.
'You are rare, Soo. Not because you're a transman. But because you're absolutely perfect and I'm sure I couldn't find anyone that could live up to you. I couldn't find anyone that I would love more.'
He had cried as he let the words sink in and even throughout the most arousing sex they've ever engaged in because it was slow and sensual and perfect. Because Jongin kept whispering assurances in his ears and worshiped his body like he was a god, like he was made of the most precious material anyone could ever find. They took their time and his body had never felt more sated then, hips and thighs quivering from the pleasure that flowed like burning fire underneath his skin, heart bursting from the love that continued to pour out of Jongin's lips and into his soul. He shudders even now at the mere thought of the memory. Arousal slowly creeping in.
However, there's work to be done before Jongin arrives. He needs to finish these chocolates so he could cook their dinner. He shakes his head before continuing to pour the mix into the bear mold and placing the tray in the freezer afterward. He puts aside the remaining mix and another mix of white chocolate as he washes all the utensils he had just used. Their dinner is done after about an hour and a half, composed of Jongin's forever favorite chicken and kimchi spaghetti because Jongin is always going on and on about how much his kimchi spaghetti tastes like heaven. He hasn't cooked it in awhile so Jongin would probably be ecstatic.
The bear-shaped chocolates have hardened and he pours the mixes he had previously set aside into separate piping bags. After some time, he's greeted by 10 smiling bear faces that are put back in the freezer. Just in time as the door to his apartment is opened - he had given Jongin a spare key some months earlier, a few days after that unforgettable night. He hears the warm call of his name 'Kyungsoo?' to which he responds, 'Kitchen!' as he washes the last of the kitchenware he had used. There's the unmistakable patter of feet across the floor that he's come to memorize as Jongin's. He revels in the back hug that he receives, disregarding Jongin's sweat for the warmth that engulfs him.
"Hey there." Jongin greets him, lips touching his ear and voice dripping over him. "I take it this is our Valentine's dinner?"
"I could eat them all myself if you don't want to." He turns his head enough to look Jongin in the eye with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smirk. The predictable whining comes along with a nuzzling of a cheek against his shoulder.
"No! They're my favorite. You cannot not let me eat them."
He resists the urge to laugh as he continues to tease his boyfriend. "I don't know, Jongin. You didn't sound happy."
"Please let me eat them, Soo." Jongin knows Kyungsoo really didn't have any plans to keep the food from him. But he also knows that this playful banter is a thing. It's their thing where Kyungsoo finds it adorable to see Jongin acting like a pet trying to make its master budge and Jongin likes to see that spark in Kyungsoo's eyes that tells him the other is happy and content. "I promise to be good today!"
"If you're good, I'll give you something later."
Kyungsoo is thinking of the chocolates in the freezer with a redness to his cheeks. Jongin feels excitement bubbling inside his stomach like pesky butterflies as he watches Kyungsoo grow a tad bit shy and nervous. His grip on Kyungsoo's waist tightens in anticipation. He really wants to know what it is Kyungsoo's planning that has the other acting like this. He grins widely, his eyes trying to burn into his mind the image before him. "I'll be good."
"Well then, get off me so I can finish washing these and you can shower. You stink." The last one is a bit of a stretched out truth. Jongin doesn't really smell stinky, just a faint smell of sweat and Jongin. Kyungsoo's just jittery about giving his boyfriend chocolates later. He frowns as Jongin continues to grin at him. "What are you waiting for? Or do you not want that surprise?"
"I want it. I just also want to stare at my cute boyfriend." Jongin pecks Kyungsoo's lips before the other could lash out the usual 'I'm not cute!' tirade. He moves away in time to avoid the elbow to his stomach and he laughs. "I'm going. I'm going."
"Stupid." Kyungsoo grumbles with a smile of his own as he rinses the soap from the pan. Jongin is cringe-worthy cheesy half of the time and he likes it. He likes to be showered with words because Jongin is honest to a fault. He likes to be spoiled by Jongin. He likes to take what Jongin gives because Jongin makes him happy. Jongin gives him that extra boost of self-assurance he needs from time to time that he could no longer give himself. As he dries his hand, he hopes that Jongin will like the chocolates he made. He sets the table and sits down to wait for Jongin with embarrassment building up, feet tapping away on the floor.
An awkward cough draws him away from his thoughts and he should have expected Jongin to be standing there with a bouquet of red and pink roses and a box of what could only be chocolates but his eyes still widen and his cheeks still feel a bit warm. The boyish shy grin isn't really helping the fluttering in his stomach because Jongin looks handsome even in a plain shirt and sweatpants, hair wet and mussed up. He musters up an intelligible 'Uhh' that Jongin laughs at.
"Happy Valentine's." Jongin walks over to Kyungsoo and places his gifts into Kyungsoo's hands. His own cheeks are tinted red. There's a mess of a kitchen waiting in his own apartment to be cleaned. "I wanted to make homemade ones but you know how kitchens seem to hate me."
"They have a grudge on you." Kyungsoo rides along with the joke and smiles up at Jongin before standing and pressing a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "Thank you. I love them."
"Only them? What about the one who gave them? Do I get no love?" There's pouting and Kyungsoo barely manages to save his gifts as Jongin pulls him into an embrace.
With the gifts safe behind Jongin's back, Kyungsoo laughs and reciprocates the hug. He catches an earlobe between his teeth and lowers his voice to a tone he knows gets Jongin riled up. "Oh you will."
Jongin groans, head falling onto Kyungsoo's shoulder and thumbs rubbing circles against Kyungsoo's waist. "Soo. Don't do this. I want to eat without a boner."
"Hurry to your seat then so we can eat." Kyungsoo couldn't help the amused smile his lips form as Jongin practically runs to the seat across him and sits down, waiting eagerly like a child on his first day of school. "Someone's hungry."
"In more ways than one." There's a glint in Jongin's eyes as he looks at Kyungsoo before smiling innocently. "Let's eat! I'm really starving. Teaching dance is hard work."
"Okay. Let me just put these away."
Kyungsoo places the roses on one end of the table, away from the food, and the chocolates in the refrigerator. He couldn't risk opening the freezer and letting Jongin see his homemade chocolates. They eat eagerly as Jongin recounts his day to Kyungsoo who listens well. Sometimes, Jongin insists on feeding Kyungsoo and the latter just rolls his eyes before opening his mouth and indulging his boyfriend in his very clichéd romantic escapades. It's sweet and Kyungsoo would be lying if he said he hated it. He does tell Jongin 'You're a sap' and Jongin knows it's said with fondness. Once they're done and the dishes have been piled up on the kitchen sink, Jongin looks hopefully at Kyungsoo.
"So what's the surprise? Should I close my eyes?" He does exactly that as he speaks. When he garners a chuckle, he opens one eye with a grin. "What? I'm waiting."
"You're impatient."
"But you like it when I'm impatient. Especially in bed." There's a suggestive wag of eyebrows that makes Kyungsoo feel abashed and exasperated at the same time. Jongin receives a soft smack on the head. "Okay. No sex jokes right now. I get it. Ruining the mood."
"Yeah. So shut up and close your eyes." Kyungsoo gives a wary glare one last time at the closed eyes and smiling lips before taking a clean plate out of the cupboard and hesitantly getting his homemade chocolates after. He places the pieces artfully on the plate before setting it down in front of Jongin. He bites his lip as he takes a breath. It's been such a long time since he's done this, given chocolates to a guy on Valentine's. The last time had been way, way back when he was still very much a girl and very much in like with this upperclassman. He's even more nervous this time around because this is Jongin. His unwanted (wanted, actually) loyal knight in shining armor with ballet tights replacing the armor and words of love replacing vows of knighthood. He fidgets with the end of his shirt before clearing his throat and speaking. "Okay. You can open them now."
Jongin blinks his eyes to clearness and is met with a plateful of smiling bear faces. His smile widens until he feels it taking up all of his face. He looks up to Kyungsoo who's still standing a few feet away and looking every bit precious with the bowed head, red cheeks and stubborn eyes that refuse to look back at him. "Can I?"
"Of course! They were made to be eaten." Kyungsoo frowns, still very much flustered, and waves his hand in an attempt of indifferent dismissal.
One of the bears end up in Jongin's mouth and it tastes like Kyungsoo on a warm spring day, smiling at him with heart-shaped lips and crinkled eyes. The next one tastes like Kyungsoo lying next to him on the bed, sleeping soundly away with a slight smile tugging at those lips. The third one tastes like Kyungsoo kissing him, whispering an 'I love you' against his own lips. He stops himself from finishing everything all at once. He could feel himself drowning in Kyungsoo, compelled to drown himself more. So a chair creaks as he pushes back and stands up, smiling at the quick peek Kyungsoo takes. He sees shoulders stiffen but he crushes Kyungsoo into a hug and catches those bitten lips. And no chocolate could ever taste like the real person.
"Jongin." The name comes out almost questioning.
"Kyungsoo, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." Jongin presses a kiss for every time he utters the declaration. "You make me crazy."
Kyungsoo is drunk on the love that Jongin lets him drink. He reciprocates with a feverish kiss and a whispered 'I love you' because he's never as vocal about his feelings as Jongin is. But he makes up for it with gestures that let Jongin know he cares and he loves just as much. They breathe heavily against each other when they pull away, eyes just a bit dreamy. It's a blur of tripping steps and a hastily shut door, of thrown off clothes and wandering hands. Kyungsoo ends up on the bed in a wicked mess of sighs and shivers as Jongin recreates the memory of Kyungsoo's body in his mind with his fingers and lips.
Scandalous lips kiss the shaved sex and slowly suck the engorged clitoris. Kyungsoo is too far gone to feel his usual mortification that comes with showing his body and letting Jongin please him. Thighs spread shamelessly and ankles join together at the back of Jongin's head. Jongin's grip on Kyungsoo's thighs tighten when a languid lick at Kyungsoo's wetness causes the other to give a drawn out moan, back arching off the bed. He continues to debauch his blissed out lover with his mouth until Kyungsoo orgasms and that unique taste of Kyungsoo stays on his lips and tongue. The thighs around his head quiver under his touch and he slowly makes his way back to Kyungsoo's face with kisses littered across the flushed body.
"You good?" Jongin initiates a slow kiss that has Kyungsoo's toes curling and legs wrapping around the otehr's waist.
Kyungsoo sucks on Jongin's lower lip while thrusting up to grind against Jongin's length. They both shudder at the sensation, groaning in unadulterated pleasure. "So good, Jongin."
"Damn, Soo. Don't tease me." A nip on Kyungsoo's neck is Jongin's warning of barely contained lust. His skin crawls at the breathy laugh and the fingers that press against his back. "I really, really want to take you right now."
"Condom." Kyungsoo's legs fall onto the bed and his arms push Jongin away. The latter quickly turns to the bedside table and snatches a condom from a drawer. When he's done, he almost falls off the bed upon seeing Kyungsoo already spreading himself with two fingers. Jongin grips the sheets tightly as Kyungsoo looks at him straight in the eye while releasing sensual sighs and rocking his hips. He stays rooted on the spot because he knows he's supposed to watch, supposed to feel the growing desire sear every inch of him. He moans at the sweet call of his name. "Jongin."
His reward comes in deft fingers pulling him to hover over his smirking boyfriend and ample thighs pulling his hips down. It's excruciating the way he slowly gets inside Kyungsoo and how the other's lips and fingers are now the ones roaming his body instead of the other way around. The pleasure feels so painful to Kyungsoo whose orgasm has made him even more sensitive but he clears his mind of the lust-filled haze to clench around Jongin and pull out guttural moans that send shivers down his spine. They set a slow and steady rhythm where Jongin is completely compliant to and under the mercy of Kyungsoo's whims where a hard press of fingers has him slowly moving out and suddenly thrusting in. The draw outs are the most difficult as Kyungsoo clenches down on him and his mind almost blanks out from the sensation.
Whispers of 'I love you' against each other's lips signal their climax in a room-spinning moment. Kyungsoo's hands rub Jongin's waist gently as Jongin's thumb caresses Kyungsoo's cheek. They untangle themselves moments later for Jongin to dispose of the used condom and for both of them to clean up as much as they could. Sheets are ruffled as they lie down once again, breathing a bit heavily. Jongin lays his head on Kyungsoo's chest and listens to the calming beat of the heart right under. It's silent and peaceful for a while before Jongin sits up in mild panic.
"Your chocolates!"
"Crap."
They hurry over to the kitchen without a thought to their nakedness and sigh in relief to see that the chocolates haven't melted badly just yet. Jongin shivers upon realizing how cold it is and how underdressed they are. He goes back to the room to grab the blanket before coming back to Kyungsoo. He pulls the latter towards the chair and makes Kyungsoo sit down on his lap as he wraps the blanket around them. Kyungsoo protests about their nudity with an affronted 'You're going to pop a boner!' and Jongin just smiles with a 'Kitchen sex then.' To prevent further arguing, Jongin pops a chocolate in Kyungsoo's open mouth. They feed each other the remaining pieces with content smiles and kisses in between.
(The kitchen sex eventually happens as well because Jongin did pop a boner. But only because Kyungsoo is a tease and kept grinding his ass down on Jongin.)
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Author's Notes: Have a belated Valentine's fic! *confetti* Okay. Back to working on extremely long fic now. Oh and the title came from The Paper Kites' Bloom.
Author: 93rdfragment
Pairing: KaiSoo
Rating: M
Summary: Part of the trans!kaisoo series. It tastes like Kyungsoo.
***
Making chocolates isn't difficult. It isn't an altogether new experience for him. In fact, he's quite well-versed with the workings in the kitchen, from cooking delicious meals (as stated by friends) to creating mouthwatering desserts (still stated by friends). People have always urged him to cook for them because restaurant food 'pales in comparison to your oh-so-wonderful-and-super-delicious cooking'. That was what Baekhyun likes to say to coax him into cooking. But if he's being honest, it's the act of groveling that gets him going. No amount of compliments could ever satisfy him like seeing his friends on their knees and begging.
Of course, there is always the exception. That one guy who would ask with the most adorable puppy face, 'Hyung, I'm hungry.' And that wasn't even actually asking him to cook. It was just a statement but he would always find himself in the kitchen minutes later every time he hears those words from that person. His friends have seen it happen a few times and some complained at the unfairness while some teased him until he had to head lock them into stopping. That didn't necessarily stop the knowing smirks and teasing lifts of eyebrows but it did stop with the annoying voices. Screw them. He can dote on his boyfriend all he wants.
Boyfriend. He couldn't help feeling the rush of happiness at the thought. There had been times when he had been absolutely sure he would never find anyone who would be interested in pursuing a relationship with him. And times when he had looked at his body and cried because no one desired him as soon as they knew who he was - what he was. There were nights that had been filled with the drowning sense of loneliness and the accompanying tears of self-deprecation hidden, by day, inside his tough and self-assured exterior. All that has melted away in the time spent with the person who saw him and loved him despite what he thinks are his shortcomings.
He smiles as he thinks of the shy grins he receives along with the endless compliments and declarations of love. They never fail to make his stomach suddenly drop as his heart swells too much for his chest to contain. He's lucky to have been at that bar that night. He's lucky to have accepted the shy invitation. He's lucky to have been able to capture Jongin's love. The last one had happened without any outright intention from him. He had been thoroughly surprised to hear the words 'I like you, hyung' coming out of those lips when he had been certain their little sex escapades in between friendly conversations were nothing more than a phase for Jongin. Something new because he's a rare find.
'You are rare, Soo. Not because you're a transman. But because you're absolutely perfect and I'm sure I couldn't find anyone that could live up to you. I couldn't find anyone that I would love more.'
He had cried as he let the words sink in and even throughout the most arousing sex they've ever engaged in because it was slow and sensual and perfect. Because Jongin kept whispering assurances in his ears and worshiped his body like he was a god, like he was made of the most precious material anyone could ever find. They took their time and his body had never felt more sated then, hips and thighs quivering from the pleasure that flowed like burning fire underneath his skin, heart bursting from the love that continued to pour out of Jongin's lips and into his soul. He shudders even now at the mere thought of the memory. Arousal slowly creeping in.
However, there's work to be done before Jongin arrives. He needs to finish these chocolates so he could cook their dinner. He shakes his head before continuing to pour the mix into the bear mold and placing the tray in the freezer afterward. He puts aside the remaining mix and another mix of white chocolate as he washes all the utensils he had just used. Their dinner is done after about an hour and a half, composed of Jongin's forever favorite chicken and kimchi spaghetti because Jongin is always going on and on about how much his kimchi spaghetti tastes like heaven. He hasn't cooked it in awhile so Jongin would probably be ecstatic.
The bear-shaped chocolates have hardened and he pours the mixes he had previously set aside into separate piping bags. After some time, he's greeted by 10 smiling bear faces that are put back in the freezer. Just in time as the door to his apartment is opened - he had given Jongin a spare key some months earlier, a few days after that unforgettable night. He hears the warm call of his name 'Kyungsoo?' to which he responds, 'Kitchen!' as he washes the last of the kitchenware he had used. There's the unmistakable patter of feet across the floor that he's come to memorize as Jongin's. He revels in the back hug that he receives, disregarding Jongin's sweat for the warmth that engulfs him.
"Hey there." Jongin greets him, lips touching his ear and voice dripping over him. "I take it this is our Valentine's dinner?"
"I could eat them all myself if you don't want to." He turns his head enough to look Jongin in the eye with a raised eyebrow and a challenging smirk. The predictable whining comes along with a nuzzling of a cheek against his shoulder.
"No! They're my favorite. You cannot not let me eat them."
He resists the urge to laugh as he continues to tease his boyfriend. "I don't know, Jongin. You didn't sound happy."
"Please let me eat them, Soo." Jongin knows Kyungsoo really didn't have any plans to keep the food from him. But he also knows that this playful banter is a thing. It's their thing where Kyungsoo finds it adorable to see Jongin acting like a pet trying to make its master budge and Jongin likes to see that spark in Kyungsoo's eyes that tells him the other is happy and content. "I promise to be good today!"
"If you're good, I'll give you something later."
Kyungsoo is thinking of the chocolates in the freezer with a redness to his cheeks. Jongin feels excitement bubbling inside his stomach like pesky butterflies as he watches Kyungsoo grow a tad bit shy and nervous. His grip on Kyungsoo's waist tightens in anticipation. He really wants to know what it is Kyungsoo's planning that has the other acting like this. He grins widely, his eyes trying to burn into his mind the image before him. "I'll be good."
"Well then, get off me so I can finish washing these and you can shower. You stink." The last one is a bit of a stretched out truth. Jongin doesn't really smell stinky, just a faint smell of sweat and Jongin. Kyungsoo's just jittery about giving his boyfriend chocolates later. He frowns as Jongin continues to grin at him. "What are you waiting for? Or do you not want that surprise?"
"I want it. I just also want to stare at my cute boyfriend." Jongin pecks Kyungsoo's lips before the other could lash out the usual 'I'm not cute!' tirade. He moves away in time to avoid the elbow to his stomach and he laughs. "I'm going. I'm going."
"Stupid." Kyungsoo grumbles with a smile of his own as he rinses the soap from the pan. Jongin is cringe-worthy cheesy half of the time and he likes it. He likes to be showered with words because Jongin is honest to a fault. He likes to be spoiled by Jongin. He likes to take what Jongin gives because Jongin makes him happy. Jongin gives him that extra boost of self-assurance he needs from time to time that he could no longer give himself. As he dries his hand, he hopes that Jongin will like the chocolates he made. He sets the table and sits down to wait for Jongin with embarrassment building up, feet tapping away on the floor.
An awkward cough draws him away from his thoughts and he should have expected Jongin to be standing there with a bouquet of red and pink roses and a box of what could only be chocolates but his eyes still widen and his cheeks still feel a bit warm. The boyish shy grin isn't really helping the fluttering in his stomach because Jongin looks handsome even in a plain shirt and sweatpants, hair wet and mussed up. He musters up an intelligible 'Uhh' that Jongin laughs at.
"Happy Valentine's." Jongin walks over to Kyungsoo and places his gifts into Kyungsoo's hands. His own cheeks are tinted red. There's a mess of a kitchen waiting in his own apartment to be cleaned. "I wanted to make homemade ones but you know how kitchens seem to hate me."
"They have a grudge on you." Kyungsoo rides along with the joke and smiles up at Jongin before standing and pressing a kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "Thank you. I love them."
"Only them? What about the one who gave them? Do I get no love?" There's pouting and Kyungsoo barely manages to save his gifts as Jongin pulls him into an embrace.
With the gifts safe behind Jongin's back, Kyungsoo laughs and reciprocates the hug. He catches an earlobe between his teeth and lowers his voice to a tone he knows gets Jongin riled up. "Oh you will."
Jongin groans, head falling onto Kyungsoo's shoulder and thumbs rubbing circles against Kyungsoo's waist. "Soo. Don't do this. I want to eat without a boner."
"Hurry to your seat then so we can eat." Kyungsoo couldn't help the amused smile his lips form as Jongin practically runs to the seat across him and sits down, waiting eagerly like a child on his first day of school. "Someone's hungry."
"In more ways than one." There's a glint in Jongin's eyes as he looks at Kyungsoo before smiling innocently. "Let's eat! I'm really starving. Teaching dance is hard work."
"Okay. Let me just put these away."
Kyungsoo places the roses on one end of the table, away from the food, and the chocolates in the refrigerator. He couldn't risk opening the freezer and letting Jongin see his homemade chocolates. They eat eagerly as Jongin recounts his day to Kyungsoo who listens well. Sometimes, Jongin insists on feeding Kyungsoo and the latter just rolls his eyes before opening his mouth and indulging his boyfriend in his very clichéd romantic escapades. It's sweet and Kyungsoo would be lying if he said he hated it. He does tell Jongin 'You're a sap' and Jongin knows it's said with fondness. Once they're done and the dishes have been piled up on the kitchen sink, Jongin looks hopefully at Kyungsoo.
"So what's the surprise? Should I close my eyes?" He does exactly that as he speaks. When he garners a chuckle, he opens one eye with a grin. "What? I'm waiting."
"You're impatient."
"But you like it when I'm impatient. Especially in bed." There's a suggestive wag of eyebrows that makes Kyungsoo feel abashed and exasperated at the same time. Jongin receives a soft smack on the head. "Okay. No sex jokes right now. I get it. Ruining the mood."
"Yeah. So shut up and close your eyes." Kyungsoo gives a wary glare one last time at the closed eyes and smiling lips before taking a clean plate out of the cupboard and hesitantly getting his homemade chocolates after. He places the pieces artfully on the plate before setting it down in front of Jongin. He bites his lip as he takes a breath. It's been such a long time since he's done this, given chocolates to a guy on Valentine's. The last time had been way, way back when he was still very much a girl and very much in like with this upperclassman. He's even more nervous this time around because this is Jongin. His unwanted (wanted, actually) loyal knight in shining armor with ballet tights replacing the armor and words of love replacing vows of knighthood. He fidgets with the end of his shirt before clearing his throat and speaking. "Okay. You can open them now."
Jongin blinks his eyes to clearness and is met with a plateful of smiling bear faces. His smile widens until he feels it taking up all of his face. He looks up to Kyungsoo who's still standing a few feet away and looking every bit precious with the bowed head, red cheeks and stubborn eyes that refuse to look back at him. "Can I?"
"Of course! They were made to be eaten." Kyungsoo frowns, still very much flustered, and waves his hand in an attempt of indifferent dismissal.
One of the bears end up in Jongin's mouth and it tastes like Kyungsoo on a warm spring day, smiling at him with heart-shaped lips and crinkled eyes. The next one tastes like Kyungsoo lying next to him on the bed, sleeping soundly away with a slight smile tugging at those lips. The third one tastes like Kyungsoo kissing him, whispering an 'I love you' against his own lips. He stops himself from finishing everything all at once. He could feel himself drowning in Kyungsoo, compelled to drown himself more. So a chair creaks as he pushes back and stands up, smiling at the quick peek Kyungsoo takes. He sees shoulders stiffen but he crushes Kyungsoo into a hug and catches those bitten lips. And no chocolate could ever taste like the real person.
"Jongin." The name comes out almost questioning.
"Kyungsoo, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." Jongin presses a kiss for every time he utters the declaration. "You make me crazy."
Kyungsoo is drunk on the love that Jongin lets him drink. He reciprocates with a feverish kiss and a whispered 'I love you' because he's never as vocal about his feelings as Jongin is. But he makes up for it with gestures that let Jongin know he cares and he loves just as much. They breathe heavily against each other when they pull away, eyes just a bit dreamy. It's a blur of tripping steps and a hastily shut door, of thrown off clothes and wandering hands. Kyungsoo ends up on the bed in a wicked mess of sighs and shivers as Jongin recreates the memory of Kyungsoo's body in his mind with his fingers and lips.
Scandalous lips kiss the shaved sex and slowly suck the engorged clitoris. Kyungsoo is too far gone to feel his usual mortification that comes with showing his body and letting Jongin please him. Thighs spread shamelessly and ankles join together at the back of Jongin's head. Jongin's grip on Kyungsoo's thighs tighten when a languid lick at Kyungsoo's wetness causes the other to give a drawn out moan, back arching off the bed. He continues to debauch his blissed out lover with his mouth until Kyungsoo orgasms and that unique taste of Kyungsoo stays on his lips and tongue. The thighs around his head quiver under his touch and he slowly makes his way back to Kyungsoo's face with kisses littered across the flushed body.
"You good?" Jongin initiates a slow kiss that has Kyungsoo's toes curling and legs wrapping around the otehr's waist.
Kyungsoo sucks on Jongin's lower lip while thrusting up to grind against Jongin's length. They both shudder at the sensation, groaning in unadulterated pleasure. "So good, Jongin."
"Damn, Soo. Don't tease me." A nip on Kyungsoo's neck is Jongin's warning of barely contained lust. His skin crawls at the breathy laugh and the fingers that press against his back. "I really, really want to take you right now."
"Condom." Kyungsoo's legs fall onto the bed and his arms push Jongin away. The latter quickly turns to the bedside table and snatches a condom from a drawer. When he's done, he almost falls off the bed upon seeing Kyungsoo already spreading himself with two fingers. Jongin grips the sheets tightly as Kyungsoo looks at him straight in the eye while releasing sensual sighs and rocking his hips. He stays rooted on the spot because he knows he's supposed to watch, supposed to feel the growing desire sear every inch of him. He moans at the sweet call of his name. "Jongin."
His reward comes in deft fingers pulling him to hover over his smirking boyfriend and ample thighs pulling his hips down. It's excruciating the way he slowly gets inside Kyungsoo and how the other's lips and fingers are now the ones roaming his body instead of the other way around. The pleasure feels so painful to Kyungsoo whose orgasm has made him even more sensitive but he clears his mind of the lust-filled haze to clench around Jongin and pull out guttural moans that send shivers down his spine. They set a slow and steady rhythm where Jongin is completely compliant to and under the mercy of Kyungsoo's whims where a hard press of fingers has him slowly moving out and suddenly thrusting in. The draw outs are the most difficult as Kyungsoo clenches down on him and his mind almost blanks out from the sensation.
Whispers of 'I love you' against each other's lips signal their climax in a room-spinning moment. Kyungsoo's hands rub Jongin's waist gently as Jongin's thumb caresses Kyungsoo's cheek. They untangle themselves moments later for Jongin to dispose of the used condom and for both of them to clean up as much as they could. Sheets are ruffled as they lie down once again, breathing a bit heavily. Jongin lays his head on Kyungsoo's chest and listens to the calming beat of the heart right under. It's silent and peaceful for a while before Jongin sits up in mild panic.
"Your chocolates!"
"Crap."
They hurry over to the kitchen without a thought to their nakedness and sigh in relief to see that the chocolates haven't melted badly just yet. Jongin shivers upon realizing how cold it is and how underdressed they are. He goes back to the room to grab the blanket before coming back to Kyungsoo. He pulls the latter towards the chair and makes Kyungsoo sit down on his lap as he wraps the blanket around them. Kyungsoo protests about their nudity with an affronted 'You're going to pop a boner!' and Jongin just smiles with a 'Kitchen sex then.' To prevent further arguing, Jongin pops a chocolate in Kyungsoo's open mouth. They feed each other the remaining pieces with content smiles and kisses in between.
(The kitchen sex eventually happens as well because Jongin did pop a boner. But only because Kyungsoo is a tease and kept grinding his ass down on Jongin.)
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Author's Notes: Have a belated Valentine's fic! *confetti* Okay. Back to working on extremely long fic now. Oh and the title came from The Paper Kites' Bloom.