Soft
Soft
Pairing: Onho
Rating: PG 13?
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1599
Summary: Jinki hyung is very soft, Minho thinks. Every part of him.
Jinki is so soft; his skin, his demeanor, his voice-it makes Minho just...want to touch him.
All the time.
He figures this probably isn't a good thing, but he can't really help himself. Who would, really? Especially if they were sitting in a dimly lit theater next to said person.
He glances around, counting silently in his head. They're in the very last row of seats and there are only seven other people in the theater with them-all in the front section. This is perfect, Minho thinks.
He leans in close, his nose brushing against Jinki's hair and it's soft, so soft. He can smell the scent of their shared shampoo, and he likes that-probably more than he should.
"Hyung," he breathes, the word washing over Jinki's skin in a hot wave. Jinki visibly shivers, and Minho smiles in the dark, his lips feather-light against the shell of Jinki's ear. "I like you a lot hyung," he whispers playfully, teeth scraping ever-so-gently over the other's skin.
Jinki laughs softly, his voice low-and really, it does things to Minho. He lifts the arm rest between them, moving just that much closer, hand already reaching out for Jinki's. Jinki is still laughing as he turns toward Minho as much as he can, placing one leg over the other to make more room in the small chair. Minho's eyes are drawn down and he's more than glad it's a bright scene in the movie-the way that Jinki's thighs are pressed together and displayed is enough to send heat through his body before Jinki's even touched him.
Jinki leans forward, their noses touching and Minho's breath catches. "Confessing to me?" Jinki teases, voice quiet, quirking his lips in a grin. Minho is very tempted to take Jinki's plump bottom lip between his teeth and bite, but he resists, reaching the hand not holding Jinki's out to run it over his thigh. And even though the seam of his jeans is rough, the flesh beneath is soft-just like all of Jinki.
Just like Jinki's breaths against his lips, and he laughs as well, glancing down into the other's eyes. "Is that surprising to you hyung?" he murmurs, a grin tugging at his own lips because he can't help it-he's having a lot of fun. Too much fun probably, but judging by the fact that he can feel Jinki's lips just barely brushing his-when there was space between them just before-Jinki is having fun too.
"Not surprising," Jinki whispers, lips moving against Minho's as he speaks, and Minho has to keep himself in check so he doesn't press their lips fully together and cut Jinki off before he's done-he has a not-so-surprisingly bad habit of doing that. "Not surprising," he repeats, his lips caressing Minho's in a way that's almost indecent, and Minho is sure that Jinki is doing it on purpose just to tease him. "Just wondering why my lover is confessing now of all times," he says, laughing again, teeth nipping lightly at Minho's lip and Minho can't take it anymore.
He splays his fingers against Jinki's thigh, squeezing slightly as he leans the last bit in, their lips meeting in a proper kiss. Jinki's lips are just as soft as he knew they'd be, his thigh beneath his fingers soft, the hair he's managed to grab in his free hand-all of it soft. Soft like Jinki's gasp, soft like his hands making their way to grab a hold of Minho's arms, soft like the older's tongue trailing hotly along his bottom lip.
Minho parts his lips, sucking Jinki's tongue into his mouth. He tastes like popcorn, like the slushies they mixed together, and even a little like dinner from earlier-it's perfect. Minho thinks that kissing Jinki like this-all slick tongues and heavy breaths-is probably one of his favorite things to do.
Jinki pulls away before he can get fully into it though, and he makes a small noise in the back of his throat to let Jinki know just how much he wants to continue. "Hyung," he says, voice something between husky and breathy, using his hand in Jinki's hair to pull him closer.
"Minho," Jinki mimics him-his tone the same, yet softer, voice just as breathy and it's driving Minho crazy. Jinki laughs quietly, pressing his lips to the corner of Minho's mouth before pulling back again, smiling in the dim light. It's not a grin, not a smirk, but one of Jinki's rather famous smiles-the ones that truly light up Minho's world. "Seriously though," he whispers, laying his hand over Minho's on his leg. Minho makes a couple adjustments, fiddling with their hands until he can lace his fingers with Jinki's. "Why the sudden 'confession'?"
Minho bites his lip now that it's free of Jinki's, not sure what he wants to say. He moves his hand from Jinki's hair to his cheek, smiling back at him, even though he's sure his smile isn't as pretty as Jinki's is. "Because I...never gave you a proper confession," he mumbles, feeling himself blush, glad that it's dark. It's been bothering him for awhile, and now he's finally made it up-or so he hopes. It's not anything super special, but he means it.
Jinki's eyebrows raise slightly, and he's trying to play it off, but Minho can see the emotions in Jinki's eyes-he's happy so happy, and Minho is glad he's the one to make it happen. "Actually," Minho continues, throwing one of his legs rather shamelessly over Jinki's and leaning in again. "I don't like you a lot Jinki hyung...I love you a lot." Even though Jinki knows this too-he told him during dinner before they came here-but he just feels like he should. To make it proper.
Jinki smooths his hand up Minho's thigh, stopping dangerously close to the place where-if Minho is being truthful-he wants Jinki to touch him most. He leans in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses up Minho's neck, and it's driving him crazy. If 'confessing' will get this reaction from Jinki every time, he needs to do it more, he thinks. Because he loves the feel of Jinki's soft hands on him, soft lips sucking at his skin, soft breaths and pants filling the air around him.
He pulls Jinki's head up slightly, threading his fingers through the soft strands and kissing him again. Jinki gasps, pulling Minho closer to him and Minho's not sure if it's a good or bad thing that he's starting to get hard. He can't really help himself though-Jinki does things to him, to his body.
Minho frees one of his hands, running it down Jinki's chest, relishing in the feel of Jinki's muscles moving beneath his fingers as he breathes-muscles that no one but Minho knows are there, and he feels...proud almost, that he's the only one Jinki has let see them. Minho is also the only one that Jinki lets kiss him like this, touch him like this-and Minho loves that, loves Jinki.
"Hyung," he whispers against Jinki's lips, giving into the earlier temptation and closing his teeth gently over Jinki's full bottom lip. He can't finish his sentence now, but it doesn't matter; his hand slipping further down Jinki's chest, playing with his the waistband of his pants should be enough to convey what he feels. He wants more. He wants Jinki. And he wants him now.
JinKi makes a small noise, pulling his lip free and moving just far enough away so that he can speak, hand squeezing Minho's thigh slightly. The back of Minho's mind realizes that it's a warning squeeze, but all the front can think is that it feels like Jinki's hand is burning through his jeans and he wants more.
"Minho-"
"I want you hyung," Minho cuts him off, voice whiny, and while he wishes it weren't, he can't really help it. Jinki's been teasing him, and he can't just stop now. "There's barely anyone here," he rationalizes, leaning in to kiss Jinki's neck, hand moving just that much more to palm at the older and he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He's soft.
"You're not hard," Minho whispers, half question and half statement, trying to bring himself down from his Jinki-induced high. Now that he's thinking more clearly though, it makes sense-Jinki is a fairly private person; he wouldn't want this to proceed any further in public.
And Minho respects that, bringing Jinki's lips back to his own. The kiss is infinitely slower this time, just lips on lips-a slow burn instead of the hot rush of before. He pulls back before things can get too heated again, grinning mischievously. "Should we continue elsewhere?" he asks, grabbing Jinki's hand and he likes that Jinki threads their fingers together immediately.
Jinki nods, grinning back. "I think the movie's almost over anyway," he murmurs, gently pushing Minho's leg off and making to stand. Minho stands as well, tugging Jinki out of their isle, unable to keep the excited smile off his face.
Pairing: Onho
Rating: PG 13?
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1599
Summary: Jinki hyung is very soft, Minho thinks. Every part of him.
Jinki is so soft; his skin, his demeanor, his voice-it makes Minho just...want to touch him.
All the time.
He figures this probably isn't a good thing, but he can't really help himself. Who would, really? Especially if they were sitting in a dimly lit theater next to said person.
He glances around, counting silently in his head. They're in the very last row of seats and there are only seven other people in the theater with them-all in the front section. This is perfect, Minho thinks.
He leans in close, his nose brushing against Jinki's hair and it's soft, so soft. He can smell the scent of their shared shampoo, and he likes that-probably more than he should.
"Hyung," he breathes, the word washing over Jinki's skin in a hot wave. Jinki visibly shivers, and Minho smiles in the dark, his lips feather-light against the shell of Jinki's ear. "I like you a lot hyung," he whispers playfully, teeth scraping ever-so-gently over the other's skin.
Jinki laughs softly, his voice low-and really, it does things to Minho. He lifts the arm rest between them, moving just that much closer, hand already reaching out for Jinki's. Jinki is still laughing as he turns toward Minho as much as he can, placing one leg over the other to make more room in the small chair. Minho's eyes are drawn down and he's more than glad it's a bright scene in the movie-the way that Jinki's thighs are pressed together and displayed is enough to send heat through his body before Jinki's even touched him.
Jinki leans forward, their noses touching and Minho's breath catches. "Confessing to me?" Jinki teases, voice quiet, quirking his lips in a grin. Minho is very tempted to take Jinki's plump bottom lip between his teeth and bite, but he resists, reaching the hand not holding Jinki's out to run it over his thigh. And even though the seam of his jeans is rough, the flesh beneath is soft-just like all of Jinki.
Just like Jinki's breaths against his lips, and he laughs as well, glancing down into the other's eyes. "Is that surprising to you hyung?" he murmurs, a grin tugging at his own lips because he can't help it-he's having a lot of fun. Too much fun probably, but judging by the fact that he can feel Jinki's lips just barely brushing his-when there was space between them just before-Jinki is having fun too.
"Not surprising," Jinki whispers, lips moving against Minho's as he speaks, and Minho has to keep himself in check so he doesn't press their lips fully together and cut Jinki off before he's done-he has a not-so-surprisingly bad habit of doing that. "Not surprising," he repeats, his lips caressing Minho's in a way that's almost indecent, and Minho is sure that Jinki is doing it on purpose just to tease him. "Just wondering why my lover is confessing now of all times," he says, laughing again, teeth nipping lightly at Minho's lip and Minho can't take it anymore.
He splays his fingers against Jinki's thigh, squeezing slightly as he leans the last bit in, their lips meeting in a proper kiss. Jinki's lips are just as soft as he knew they'd be, his thigh beneath his fingers soft, the hair he's managed to grab in his free hand-all of it soft. Soft like Jinki's gasp, soft like his hands making their way to grab a hold of Minho's arms, soft like the older's tongue trailing hotly along his bottom lip.
Minho parts his lips, sucking Jinki's tongue into his mouth. He tastes like popcorn, like the slushies they mixed together, and even a little like dinner from earlier-it's perfect. Minho thinks that kissing Jinki like this-all slick tongues and heavy breaths-is probably one of his favorite things to do.
Jinki pulls away before he can get fully into it though, and he makes a small noise in the back of his throat to let Jinki know just how much he wants to continue. "Hyung," he says, voice something between husky and breathy, using his hand in Jinki's hair to pull him closer.
"Minho," Jinki mimics him-his tone the same, yet softer, voice just as breathy and it's driving Minho crazy. Jinki laughs quietly, pressing his lips to the corner of Minho's mouth before pulling back again, smiling in the dim light. It's not a grin, not a smirk, but one of Jinki's rather famous smiles-the ones that truly light up Minho's world. "Seriously though," he whispers, laying his hand over Minho's on his leg. Minho makes a couple adjustments, fiddling with their hands until he can lace his fingers with Jinki's. "Why the sudden 'confession'?"
Minho bites his lip now that it's free of Jinki's, not sure what he wants to say. He moves his hand from Jinki's hair to his cheek, smiling back at him, even though he's sure his smile isn't as pretty as Jinki's is. "Because I...never gave you a proper confession," he mumbles, feeling himself blush, glad that it's dark. It's been bothering him for awhile, and now he's finally made it up-or so he hopes. It's not anything super special, but he means it.
Jinki's eyebrows raise slightly, and he's trying to play it off, but Minho can see the emotions in Jinki's eyes-he's happy so happy, and Minho is glad he's the one to make it happen. "Actually," Minho continues, throwing one of his legs rather shamelessly over Jinki's and leaning in again. "I don't like you a lot Jinki hyung...I love you a lot." Even though Jinki knows this too-he told him during dinner before they came here-but he just feels like he should. To make it proper.
Jinki smooths his hand up Minho's thigh, stopping dangerously close to the place where-if Minho is being truthful-he wants Jinki to touch him most. He leans in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses up Minho's neck, and it's driving him crazy. If 'confessing' will get this reaction from Jinki every time, he needs to do it more, he thinks. Because he loves the feel of Jinki's soft hands on him, soft lips sucking at his skin, soft breaths and pants filling the air around him.
He pulls Jinki's head up slightly, threading his fingers through the soft strands and kissing him again. Jinki gasps, pulling Minho closer to him and Minho's not sure if it's a good or bad thing that he's starting to get hard. He can't really help himself though-Jinki does things to him, to his body.
Minho frees one of his hands, running it down Jinki's chest, relishing in the feel of Jinki's muscles moving beneath his fingers as he breathes-muscles that no one but Minho knows are there, and he feels...proud almost, that he's the only one Jinki has let see them. Minho is also the only one that Jinki lets kiss him like this, touch him like this-and Minho loves that, loves Jinki.
"Hyung," he whispers against Jinki's lips, giving into the earlier temptation and closing his teeth gently over Jinki's full bottom lip. He can't finish his sentence now, but it doesn't matter; his hand slipping further down Jinki's chest, playing with his the waistband of his pants should be enough to convey what he feels. He wants more. He wants Jinki. And he wants him now.
JinKi makes a small noise, pulling his lip free and moving just far enough away so that he can speak, hand squeezing Minho's thigh slightly. The back of Minho's mind realizes that it's a warning squeeze, but all the front can think is that it feels like Jinki's hand is burning through his jeans and he wants more.
"Minho-"
"I want you hyung," Minho cuts him off, voice whiny, and while he wishes it weren't, he can't really help it. Jinki's been teasing him, and he can't just stop now. "There's barely anyone here," he rationalizes, leaning in to kiss Jinki's neck, hand moving just that much more to palm at the older and he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He's soft.
"You're not hard," Minho whispers, half question and half statement, trying to bring himself down from his Jinki-induced high. Now that he's thinking more clearly though, it makes sense-Jinki is a fairly private person; he wouldn't want this to proceed any further in public.
And Minho respects that, bringing Jinki's lips back to his own. The kiss is infinitely slower this time, just lips on lips-a slow burn instead of the hot rush of before. He pulls back before things can get too heated again, grinning mischievously. "Should we continue elsewhere?" he asks, grabbing Jinki's hand and he likes that Jinki threads their fingers together immediately.
Jinki nods, grinning back. "I think the movie's almost over anyway," he murmurs, gently pushing Minho's leg off and making to stand. Minho stands as well, tugging Jinki out of their isle, unable to keep the excited smile off his face.