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pbbbbbt | pg-13 | 709 | chensoo
for rheannah as part of the many kisses meme.
It's one of those blessedly sleepy days off; the dorm has a certain silence settled over it, the kind that anyone would be afraid to break, and as such everyone has retreated to their rooms, reluctant to disturb the fragile peace they've established for the next twenty-four hours. Jongdae and Kyungsoo, for two, have long since gone back to bed, intent on a long morning together. Two rounds of breathtaking sex later, they're lying together, snuggled undercover, breakfast settling in their bellies and orgasms, just recently ridden out, calming down their typically tense limbs. They're caught in a somewhat breathless tangle, all sweat and smiles and sticky with one another's embrace. Kyungsoo flashes one of his rare bright grins, the kind that make Jongdae's heart stop for a full second at a time, and curls himself into his boyfriend's arms, back pressed to Jongdae's chest, folding in on himself as if it's possible for him to be smaller than he already is.
Jongdae noses at Kyungsoo's hair, all tender as he drags slow and shaking fingers along the planes of Kyungsoo's chest and stomach. "You're gorgeous, you know," Jongdae murmurs softly, lips ghosting against the shell of Kyungsoo's ear in a manner that sends Kyungsoo into a fit of thrills. "The most beautiful man I've ever seen."
"You must have me confused for someone else," Kyungsoo debates stoutly, mouth falling into a soft and contented twist. "Don't argue with me."
"I won't argue," Jongdae concedes, a hint of whine to his tone even as he throws up one hand, "but I can point out a couple facts." His bemusement and disappointment is displayed plain on his face for a long moment -- Kyungsoo watches it on his face, pretending to enjoy it -- before he gets that wicked look he only gets when he's going to do something evil.
Kyungsoo hates it when Jongdae does something evil, a fact that Jongdae knows well.
This doesn't stop him.
He crawls over his boyfriend despite whisper-loud outcry to the contrary, slinging one arm over Kyungsoo's shoulder. He peppers a line of kisses along Kyungsoo's jaw, kisses his lips tenderly, nips at the space between his brows just so. His mouth ducks lower, traces the ridge of Kyungsoo's collar, tongue dipping into the hollow between his collarbones, just a taste of the aftermath of their morning together. He presses messy, open-mouthed smooches to the plane of Kyungsoo's chest, and still moving lower--
Kyungsoo stiffens, wishes with every part of him that Jongdae just…wouldn't. Just this once.
"What's wrong?" In his discomfort Kyungsoo's failed to notice that Jongdae actually isn't, and rather is peering up at Kyungsoo, brows lifted, concern creasing them slightly.
"You've proven your point," Kyungsoo mutters, looking anywhere but at that open and honest face, full of adoration and anticipation.
"Oh, you-- that's right, you don't like your stomach, Mr I-Wear-White-Tees-At-The-Beach-Like-It-Changes-Anything." Jongdae's kitten smirk, the one thing that Kyungsoo has truly learned to fear throughout the course of their relationship, splays across his face lazily, and Kyungsoo starts to fight it even louder than before, but--
"Pbbbbbbbbbbbt," and Jongdae's mouth is all over Kyungsoo's tummy, making him laugh as well as yell. (Raspberries? Seriously?) Kyungsoo's face turns crimson and he's got his hand atop Jongdae's head, fingers tangled in his perm as he tries to push him away.
"That tickles," he gasps out weakly between giggles, other hand at his face, trying to stifle the noise lest someone outside this bedroom think suspiciously of the sudden bout of noise and decide it time to investigate.
"Good." Jongdae pauses just long enough to give Kyungsoo the cheesy wink. "I want it to." And he does it again, and again, and again, until Kyungsoo forgets all about the parts of him that he thinks undesirable.
When they collapse into one another again, Jongdae propped up on an elbow, Kyungsoo leans in, kisses Jongdae's tingling lips, a hand resting flat against the lower plane of his stomach. "I love you," Jongdae murmurs into the kiss, and Kyungsoo hums his agreement. They break apart, noses almost touching, little more than a hair's breadth between their mouths.
"You know I'm gonna get you back for that." Kyungsoo simpers, cocking a brow as he squints with one eye.
"Later." Jongdae climbs atop Kyungsoo, straddling his waist, and kisses him again.
for rheannah as part of the many kisses meme.
It's one of those blessedly sleepy days off; the dorm has a certain silence settled over it, the kind that anyone would be afraid to break, and as such everyone has retreated to their rooms, reluctant to disturb the fragile peace they've established for the next twenty-four hours. Jongdae and Kyungsoo, for two, have long since gone back to bed, intent on a long morning together. Two rounds of breathtaking sex later, they're lying together, snuggled undercover, breakfast settling in their bellies and orgasms, just recently ridden out, calming down their typically tense limbs. They're caught in a somewhat breathless tangle, all sweat and smiles and sticky with one another's embrace. Kyungsoo flashes one of his rare bright grins, the kind that make Jongdae's heart stop for a full second at a time, and curls himself into his boyfriend's arms, back pressed to Jongdae's chest, folding in on himself as if it's possible for him to be smaller than he already is.
Jongdae noses at Kyungsoo's hair, all tender as he drags slow and shaking fingers along the planes of Kyungsoo's chest and stomach. "You're gorgeous, you know," Jongdae murmurs softly, lips ghosting against the shell of Kyungsoo's ear in a manner that sends Kyungsoo into a fit of thrills. "The most beautiful man I've ever seen."
"You must have me confused for someone else," Kyungsoo debates stoutly, mouth falling into a soft and contented twist. "Don't argue with me."
"I won't argue," Jongdae concedes, a hint of whine to his tone even as he throws up one hand, "but I can point out a couple facts." His bemusement and disappointment is displayed plain on his face for a long moment -- Kyungsoo watches it on his face, pretending to enjoy it -- before he gets that wicked look he only gets when he's going to do something evil.
Kyungsoo hates it when Jongdae does something evil, a fact that Jongdae knows well.
This doesn't stop him.
He crawls over his boyfriend despite whisper-loud outcry to the contrary, slinging one arm over Kyungsoo's shoulder. He peppers a line of kisses along Kyungsoo's jaw, kisses his lips tenderly, nips at the space between his brows just so. His mouth ducks lower, traces the ridge of Kyungsoo's collar, tongue dipping into the hollow between his collarbones, just a taste of the aftermath of their morning together. He presses messy, open-mouthed smooches to the plane of Kyungsoo's chest, and still moving lower--
Kyungsoo stiffens, wishes with every part of him that Jongdae just…wouldn't. Just this once.
"What's wrong?" In his discomfort Kyungsoo's failed to notice that Jongdae actually isn't, and rather is peering up at Kyungsoo, brows lifted, concern creasing them slightly.
"You've proven your point," Kyungsoo mutters, looking anywhere but at that open and honest face, full of adoration and anticipation.
"Oh, you-- that's right, you don't like your stomach, Mr I-Wear-White-Tees-At-The-Beach-Like-It-Changes-Anything." Jongdae's kitten smirk, the one thing that Kyungsoo has truly learned to fear throughout the course of their relationship, splays across his face lazily, and Kyungsoo starts to fight it even louder than before, but--
"Pbbbbbbbbbbbt," and Jongdae's mouth is all over Kyungsoo's tummy, making him laugh as well as yell. (Raspberries? Seriously?) Kyungsoo's face turns crimson and he's got his hand atop Jongdae's head, fingers tangled in his perm as he tries to push him away.
"That tickles," he gasps out weakly between giggles, other hand at his face, trying to stifle the noise lest someone outside this bedroom think suspiciously of the sudden bout of noise and decide it time to investigate.
"Good." Jongdae pauses just long enough to give Kyungsoo the cheesy wink. "I want it to." And he does it again, and again, and again, until Kyungsoo forgets all about the parts of him that he thinks undesirable.
When they collapse into one another again, Jongdae propped up on an elbow, Kyungsoo leans in, kisses Jongdae's tingling lips, a hand resting flat against the lower plane of his stomach. "I love you," Jongdae murmurs into the kiss, and Kyungsoo hums his agreement. They break apart, noses almost touching, little more than a hair's breadth between their mouths.
"You know I'm gonna get you back for that." Kyungsoo simpers, cocking a brow as he squints with one eye.
"Later." Jongdae climbs atop Kyungsoo, straddling his waist, and kisses him again.