Aftermath: No More Liquor, Hyung; Jongin/Lu Han; PG-13
Aftermath: No More Liquor, Hyung
jongin/lu han; AU, drunk romance(?); PG-13; 1142 words
warning: near-sexual-activity
this is so far the nearest to NC/R/M thing i have made. sobs. this sucks. really.
“But you’re drunk, hyung.” Jongin huffs, trapped between the cold wall on his back and a warm Lu Han in front of him, lips swollen and bright pink after they kissed hungrily. Lu Han clacks his tongue, “Am not.” He murmurs as his hands skillfully takes the bowtie off from Jongin’s dress shirt, like he had done the same job over his lifetime. “I’m perfectly sober.” he says later, mouth going down slowly peppering Jongin’s neck with butterfly kisses. Jongin sighs, tilting his head slightly to give Lu Han a better access. He doesn’t know why he lets Lu Han does so; also Jongin’s sure that he’s into girls -he’s had some ex-girlfriends to prove that. And Lu Han is, obviously, a boy. A hyung, or gege, of his. So why did he let Lu Han shove him onto their shared dorm room’s wall?
“Jonginnie,” Lu Han hums near Jongin’s reddening ear, alcohol scent reeks from his breath, “I like you, like, really, really, really much.”
“Well… thanks?” because Jongin is not sure of how he should respond to Lu Han’s… is this a confession? He doesn’t even know what Lu Han’s words mean. Liking him in a platonic way? Or in a not-so-platonic way? As friends? As crush? Or maybe Lu Han’s been his secret admirer?
The idea of having Lu Han as his secret admirer entertains Jongin for a while until he feels Lu Han’s teeth sinking on the junction of his neck and shoulders’ skin. “W-what-why- hyung!” he stutters, followed with a whimper when Lu Han, once again, biting some patch of skin near Jongin’s collarbone.
“Mm?” Lu Han looks up at him from his spot, giving a light peck on the bruise and brings his head to face Jongin again. “What?” he peers through his pink bangs, watching Jongin with something akin to lust dancing in his eyes. Jongin tries to take a gulp of oxygen, “Just, why, just why are you doing this to me?”
“I said I like you, so,” Lu Han digs his nail onto Jongin’s ribs, slowly caressing the bones through the fabric of Jongin’s shirt with his pointer finger’s tip. He lightly snaps open the top button of the shirt, exposing more of Jongin’s tanned skin. When Lu Han’s cold hand meet Jongin’s burned-with-desire skin, the latter can’t help to grip Lu Han’s wrist and shoves him to the opposite side of the room. Lu Han lets him, watching the younger but taller boy’s movement with lidded eyes and heavy breaths. Jongin, head dizzy because of both liquor and Lu Han’s actions and Lu Han’s scent -basically it’s all thanks to Lu Han his heart races in a tempo he doesn’t know is possible.
The taller leans in slowly, capturing Lu Han’s lips with his own, hands cupping the shorter’s neck and waist. Lu Han lets out a small groan from the back of his throat as Jongin caresses the side of his torso, giggling a bit when the hand tickles the sensitive points just beneath his waist. After some moments of tongue-clashing, Jongin pulls back -earning an unsatisfied whine from Lu Han because of the lack of interaction. Jongin smirks in the way he knows is the sexiest and places his left leg between Lu Han’s legs, leaning again just so his nose is pressed against Lu Han’s cheek, murmuring “Are you really that desperate of me, hyung?”
Lu Han says yes eagerly, fingers already tugging the soft dark brown locks on Jongin’s head. Jongin chuckles, hands finding their way to cup Lu Han’s chin. “But let me tell something to you, hyung.” he says, pulling back again until they can see onto each other’s eye. When Jongin’s black orbs meet Lu Han’s doe-eyes, Jongin inhales sharply of the overwhelming beauty the older is -and forgetting that he was going to tell Lu Han that no, he isn’t interested to guys, he can’t imagine where will these things go and he doesn’t want to hurt Lu Han after what they have (and might) did. Lu Han is the best roommate Jongin can ever ask, even with the older’s lack of sensibility when it comes to tidying their room and his obsession over taro bubble tea.
“Fool, be a good boy and kiss me now.” Lu Han spits after Jongin spent a whole three minutes to stare at him, palms reaching to tug the taller’s head down by the back of his head. Jongin laughs before kissing Lu Han again -maybe being gay or bisexual isn’t that bad, he thinks, as he nips Lu Han’s bottom lips. He shifted to adjust his weight when Lu Han wraps one of his legs on Jongin’s, later on releasing a throaty moan from Jongin’s lips when Lu Han grinds against him.
Jongin moves his lips, roaming on Lu Han’s flushed face, leaving trail of open-mouthed kisses on the latter’s skin. “May I leave some marks?” he asks teasingly when his mouth has reached Lu Han’s nape, “You’ve left, like, three or maybe five? And I bet it’s big because it hurts like hell.”
“Just. Go. On. Leave bruises or whatever you’d like. Don’t ruin the mood, duh,” Jongin cackles at Lu Han’s full-of-urge response before he covers a patch of pale skin with kisses and bits the spot. He knows it’s a lucky bet, though, when Lu Han tightens his leg and muffles his moan on Jongin’s dress shirt.
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But what Jongin doesn’t expect is when Lu Han’s head stills on his chest, and later when Jongin is going to shake his shoulder, a soft snore comes out of the smaller boy’s lips.
Jongin half-groans-half-smiles, mourning over his half-hardness and smiling upon Lu Han’s sleeping figure. The alcohol surely had knocked him out -Jongin recalls watching Lu Han engulf a whole bottle by himself.
Still smiling, Jongin picks sleeping-Lu Han up by his arms, carrying the older to his side of the room. As he settles Lu Han on his messy bed, he combs Lu Han’s bang from his face, inching closer to have a better view of Lu Han’s peaceful face. Giving a peck on Lu Han’s temple, Jongin covers the older boy with the duvets and goes back to his bed -but decided last minute to just snuggle with Lu Han on the older’s bed.
Even though Lu Han will extra-irritates Jongin when he wakes up tomorrow because of his hangover and maybe kicking Jongin out of his bed (follow my rule, dammit!), and even though he doesn’t know what their relationship will be from now on, Jongin thinks it won’t be that regretful as long as he can have Lu Han’s warm body enveloping him in a tight hug, just like this moment.
what the hell is this ;;~~~~~;; i'm feeling ashamed to post this but i think it's a loss if i don't do so *sobs*