Fever [jongkey] [1/1]
Title: Fever
Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: AU, Humor, Romance
Rating: NC - 17 (Smut, Language)
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: The unattainable yoga instructor and the undetterable college boy.
A/N: Requested by epic_failness ! Beta'd by the lovely siaht ! <3
Never before had he witnessed such a show of flexibility. There was bridge pose, compass pose, and oh, how could he forget little thunderbolt pose? It was everything he expected from a yoga instructor, but never dreamt in his wettest dreams it would ever be applied in his bedroom, to him. No, Jonghyun couldn't have foreseen a person like Kim Kibum entering his world and shaking it to its very core with his god-like skills in bed.
That's why he's so shocked when they bump into each other once again. The flashing neon lights and smoky, thick air of the club scene has been replaced by the sweet smelling breeze floating through the university campus. Jonghyun has to do a double take as he helps the flailing man gather his books, ears deaf to the stream of curses coming from the dyed blond.
“Oh fuck.” Jonghyun finally catches the blonde's words as Kibum straightens and his memory kicks in.
Jonghyun lets his most charming grin grace his well defined features. “Didn't think we'd run into each other again?” Kibum's face darkens a shade of red and Jonghyun ignorantly reads it as embarrassment. “Not that it's a bad thing. I still can't wrap my mind around the other night - Maybe you can help me remember?” He adds a sexy wink just for kicks, because hell, it melts the ladies' hearts, why not Kibum's?
“I - Oh my god-” Kibum struggles for words and once again Jonghyun mistakes his true feelings. “You are probably the most - How could I have ever - Fuck my life!”
The last line sends Jonghyun's ego crashing back to earth, and reality. “Wait, what?”
Delicately black rimmed feline eyes squinch in frustration as Kibum clutches his books to his chest as if they could provide some sort of protection from the chauvinistic student in front of him. “You're right, I never thought you would literally run into me ever again. Look, I was really wasted that night.”
Large, black eyes blink back at him and it's as if Kibum is looking through a window. He can see just how hurt the other man is by his words in the glassy orbs. His own reflection stares back at him with a hard, cold expression and he can't help but instantly relax his brows to avoid wrinkling.
“Hon, you're really cute and your body is nice and all, but I don't think … “Kibum's right canine tooth sticks out to catch the corner of his lip, guilt bubbly in his stomach.
“So then, that's a yes?” Jonghyun perks up and all Kibum can see is a puppy with uplifted ears and a wagging tail.
Kibum scoffs. “Pig,” he spits, turning in a huff to escape the man as quickly as his booted feet allow.
The word is like a punch to the shoulder - easy to brush off with a little stubbornness. A flame alights in Jonghyun's heart, a torch with Kibum's name melded into it.
He'd always been known as a strong-headed kind of guy, but never before had Jonghyun's friends seen this kind of determination in the university third year student. Taemin, a freshmen who skipped his last year of high school, shifts, almost uncomfortable by the way Jonghyun gushes over the other man. Then again, Taemin has never liked a guy before, at least he's never liked liked another guy. Now that he thinks about it, his life has been so school and dance driven, he's never had much experience with anyone.
Laying on top of one of the many tables in the university's common's area, the senior of the group chuckles into his lab book. Neglected lengths splayed out like a halo around his head, in desperate need of a trim that won't come from an empty pocket student, he lifts his chin up to aim his laughing gaze at his younger friend.
“Jonghyun, why are you so hung up on this guy? It was a one night stand, just move on and find someone else,” he sits up, because it's straining his eyes to look at Jonghyun upside down, “What about that Jessica girl? You seemed to like her well enough at the party.”
With a dramatic throw of his arms, Jonghyun lets out a disgusted sound. “Jinki! Kibum isn't just some guy, he's the guy.”
Legs crossed Indian style and book forgotten in his lap, Jinki rubs at his chin. “So … Let me get this straight, you and this guy, Kibum, meet at some club when you’re both wasted. You take him back to our place - which, gross, what if I had been there? - you two get busy and he's this yoga guru, the best night of your life, blah blah blah. Then you two bump into each other on campus, he shoots you down, and you two are … meant to be? Am I getting this right?”
“Ugh! No wonder you're a Science major,” Jonghyun says while rolling his eyes, “Taemin, you understand where I'm coming from, right?”
The desperate eyes turned on him leave Taemin no room for his own opinion. “Of course,” he answers dutifully.
Jonghyun swings an open hand in Taemin's direction, attention once again on Jinki. “See? My fellow Art student gets me, why can't you?”
“Maybe because I actually know how to think with this thing on my shoulders?” Jinki teases, tongue poking out, “Instead of with, y'know, the thing between my legs?”
Silence falls over the trio before Jonghyun pounces out of his seat. Jinki's already flopping off of the tabletop to evade him, knowing the aggressive student all too well. Sadly, his legs aren't as agreeable as his quick reflexes and Jinki finds himself falling backwards right into Jonghyun's waiting hands.
In the midst of strangling Jinki, Jonghyun's body goes rigid. As if guided by an inner sixth sense, his eyes flick to exactly the spot where Kibum has just entered through the common's door. Immediately, Jonghyun drops Jinki's neck and straightens his back. He puffs out his chest and crosses his arms to accentuate his muscles, because he's got to flaunt what he's got - or whatever the hell his sister used to chant to her friends.
Jinki and Taemin follow their friend's trance-like stare and let their mouths gape open upon their own accord. When Jonghyun had been describing Kibum, they had ignored his poetic verses and chalked it up as hormones pent up for far too long - but damn. Were they ever wrong.
Sharp eyes scanning the mass of students, Kibum spots his target. Jonghyun can hardly comprehend what is happening as Kibum struts his way across the commons until he's directly in front of him. He's struck speechless yet again and all he can do is gawk at Kibum's beauty close up.
“You,” Kibum snaps, poking Jonghyun squarely in the chest, “Are you the one who keeps sending bouquets of flowers to my apartment?”
Jonghyun grins amorously.
Kibum raises a sharp eyebrow. “I don't know how you even found my address, but you need to stop. My cat keeps eating the petals and getting sick.”
Reeling back, Jonghyun takes a moment to gather himself again. “Your … cat?”
“Yeah, what about her?” Kibum retorts, daring Jonghyun to mock him.
“I could come over and get rid of those flowers for you and your cat, and afterward we can get to know each other better?” Jonghyun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
That's the second time he's turned down by Kibum, and it won't be the last.
“How many times has he rejected you now?” Jinki asks, exasperation making his words heavier as he lightly dabs an ice pack along Jonghyun's swollen eye.
“I … I don't really remember, but I'm thinking sneaking up on him in the gym’s shower was stepping over the line,” Jonghyun moans from where his head is placed in Jinki's lap.
From the side, Taemin has to stifle a giggle.
“I just don't understand him!” Jonghyun continues to lament, “I've done everything - everything! And he still won't have me.”
The three students contemplate further courses for action, but all draw blanks. Jonghyun really has exhausted all options.
“Wait!” Taemin pipes up, “Have you gone to see him after a yoga class yet? People who take yoga, they're supposed to be at their peak for sexual desire after a class.”
Jonghyun jumps to his feet, slapping Taemin on the back. “I knew we kept you around for a reason, kid!” And with that he prances off towards his dorm, birds chirping and a rainbow forming overhead.
All of his students have left, so it's just Kibum, the wall of mirrors, and his favorite American tracks playing on a low volume left in the studio. He finally breaks from namaste when Katy Perry's “Thinking Of You” shifts into Rihanna's “Shut Up And Drive.” He lets his arms fall limp to his sides and slowly slides his eyelids open. Kibum nearly has a heart attack when he sees a second set of eyes watching him in the mirror.
“What fuck-”
“Sorry, I was going to knock but I didn't want to interrupt … whatever you were just doing,” Jonghyun explains with a chuckle, raising his hands’ palms forward in surrender.
Kibum balls up his towel and throws it in the man's direction, but the projectile falls short much to his dismay. “What the hell is your problem? Your creeping is going to be the death of me.”
Jonghyun frowns. “I'm not creeping,” he says defiantly, but then a cool smile spreads across his lips, “Are you seriously listening to Rihanna?”
Face falling into a pout, Kibum narrows his eyes at Jonghyun. “Do you have a problem with her?”
Gliding forward to take a seat on the mat beside Kibum, Jonghyun reaches forward to take the mixed CD's case in his hand. Reading over the play list taped with multicolored tape on the back, Jonghyun nods his head along to the song's beat.
“You know what this music is perfect for?” Jonghyun asks, looking up through dark eyelashes.
An alarm goes off in the pit of Kibum's stomach, but he chooses to ignore it. He's too hypnotized by the light dancing across Jonghyun's sharp, inviting features. The curve of his cherry lips, the perfect line of his nose. He's breathless when he replies, “What?”
Kibum doesn't even see Jonghyun toss the CD case back to the floor, he's too overwhelmed by the scent of his Tom Ford cologne as he reclines Kibum until his back is flat on his mat.
“Hot sex.”
Their breath mingles as they stare into each other’s eyes, mouths parted and hearts pounding. Jonghyun's hands are at either side of Kibum's head as his upper torso leans over the sophomore's. This wasn't a part of the plan, he was supposed to play it cool at first - but, Kibum is following along? There's nothing holding him back now.
He bends down and catches Kibum's plump lips in his own. It starts off slowly, both of them trying to get comfortable and pick up a matching rhythm, but once they do it's as if all of their desires are unleashed.
Jonghyun bites down on Kibum's lips just as the man below him pulls him down by his hair to roll his hips sensually up against his own. When he grinds back in return, the ever growing presence in his pants rubs right against Kibum's. Without meaning to, Jonghyun bites down harder on Kibum's sensitive bottom lip, already apple red from his abuse. Kibum removes one of his hands from Jonghyun's neck to push his chin, and his mouth, further up to correct him wordlessly. He doesn't notice, instead threading his fingers through Kibum's lush locks.
The strong force of Jonghyun's body pressing fully against his own drives Kibum wild. He doesn't realize what he's doing when his hand snakes into Jonghyun's jeans - doesn't even register unbuttoning them - until the senior moans against his mouth. The puff of hot air makes his sweltering body shiver with anticipation and he sets his mind to this moment alone, not what the consequences he's sure to face later.
His long, delicate fingers wrap around the base of Jonghyun's cock before he slowly runs them down the length, pausing at the head to rub teasingly. A cry of pleasure erupts from deep in Jonghyun's throat, but it doesn't reach his tongue, paralyzed when Kibum coils his fingers all the way around Jonghyun's member only to quickly jerk upwards. A coy grin forms on his soft pink lips as Jonghyun whimpers for him to go faster and he doesn't hesitate to follow the command.
As he begins to pump Jonghyun harder, he's caught off guard when a pair of teeth sink into the soft skin of his neck. He quickly retracts his hand to lift it to the damaged area.
“Holy fuck, what are you doing?” Kibum demands, rubbing the sore area.
Jonghyun slams his head against the floor, berating himself for breaking the erotic peace. “I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.”
Using his own weight to shove Jonghyun off of him, Kibum lets out a short huff while pinning Jonghyun's arms to his side. Leaning down, peppermint scented words fall across the sharp lines of the brunette's face. “Keep your teeth to yourself, puppy,” he orders as the blond tips of his hair tickle the tip of Jonghyun's nose.
All the man can do is nod while Kibum settles himself farther down his body, face hovering for a moment over his crotch before using some hidden strength to rip Jonghyun's pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Jonghyun lets the back of his head hit the hard floor passed the yoga mat if only to stop himself from internal combustion as Kibum gives a hungry sigh. Not two seconds later, his painfully erect dick is taken into the wet depths of the blonde's mouth.
“Mmm,” Kibum hums around the solid length, tongue swirling and tasting every drip of precum Jonghyun has to offer.
While thanking the high heavens for not giving him a gag reflux, because damn Jonghyun isn't small, the hand that isn't caressing balls moves to massage his own dick. He's horny as hell just from blowing Jonghyun and it makes him curious of just what the man could do to him if Kibum were to let him fuck him.
Kibum continues to suck and slurp Jonghyun's dick as the latter finds himself helplessly tugging at Kibum's hair, begging him to go faster and harder, but at the same time enjoying the lazy pace for all the time it gave to admire Kibum's skills. Kibum's hands slide up Jonghyun's thighs from where he's settled between Jonghyun's legs and he digs in with his well kept nails in hopes of deterring his painful hair pulling, but with no avail. With a glare and smack of the lips, Kibum relents and pulls away from Jonghyun.
“You're so damn impatient,” Kibum grumbles, returning to his original position on his back while shimmying out of his loose gray sweats, “You'd better have a condom if you think you're fucking me. Who knows what you've picked up…”
The snide comment falls on deaf ears as Jonghyun fumbles to get the small, square package out of his pants’ pocket. He's eager and overzealous, but it only turns on Kibum more. He doesn't mind spreading his legs every once in a while for someone this adorable with such a smoking hot bod. His dark eyes watch as Jonghyun sits up on his knees to roll the condom on and he vaguely wonders what it would happen if the owner of the studio walked in on them right now. He would be out of a job, that's for certain.
Finally ready, Jonghyun crawls until his hands are planted on either side of Kibum's head and his knees are pressing against the inside of his thighs, easing them apart. His hair line is already damp from their heated make out session and Kibum's blowjob, but the image of him thoroughly soaked in sweat makes Kibum's dick twitch right along with the corner of his mouth. Jonghyun grins down at him in return. A predatory flash in his gaze warns Kibum of what's to come, what the sweet smile is veiling.
“Ready?” Jonghyun sing songs while gently gliding his rough hands up Kibum's smooth leg.
Kibum lets out a hiss of air as Jonghyun continues to work his leg slowly, farther and farther, until his knee is nearly level with his chest. The stretch feels good after the work out he's just gotten in class. Kibum hums as Jonghyun slips his hand around his cock just as he begins to push into his entrance. Fortunately, the condom is lubricated enough for a minimum amount of pain.
Throwing his head back, Kibum struggles to maintain steady breathing. In perfect synchronization, Jonghyun starts pumping his dick while moving, sliding, slamming in and out of him. Kibum doesn't think he's ever been stretched farther - he doesn't think he's ever been so enraptured so early on.
Muscles tightening and working like a well oiled machine, Jonghyun pushes, squeezes into the tight cavern Kibum provides, before pulling back out. It's a million times better than he remembers. He can hardly even feel his hand working in time with his hips, jacking Kibum off mechanically. When Kibum begins to moan, shiver and shake beneath him from pleasure, he picks up his pace. The man is turning to goo below him and it turns him on like nothing else.
Kibum quakes with ecstasy. He wants to drag his nails down Jonghyun's back, dig deep, just to relieve the growing pressure inside of him, but his fingers slip and slide off. He can't get a hold on Jonghyun's back, so he settles for pulling his hair. The senior doesn't notice, Kibum could pull on his hair until he had none left and his mind would only be on his dick and just how good Kibum feels bucking his lithe frame against his own.
The warmth pools in his stomach too soon for his liking. Jonghyun throws his head to ceiling, but continues to ride Kibum. “O-oh,” he grunts out and Kibum is right there with him.
Their names mix in the air, tenor and bass in harmony against one another, as both of them climax. Jonghyun hardly notices the hot cum splattered across his abdomen as he empties. Kibum is still panting his name when he falls to the blonde's side.
Waiting until the high finally dies down, Kibum runs a shaky hand through his damp locks. “We … need to clean this place up.”
Jonghyun reaches for Kibum's towel to clean himself off with. “Whatever you say,” he chimes, eyes still wide in wonder and disbelief.
But when Kibum catches sight of taunt, tan muscles, shimmering in the slight light of the evening sun shining through the high window in the room, he thinks - why clean up something that's going to just get messy again?
A/N:
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Pairing: Jongkey
Genre: AU, Humor, Romance
Rating: NC - 17 (Smut, Language)
Disclaimer(s): I own nothing.
Summary: The unattainable yoga instructor and the undetterable college boy.
A/N: Requested by epic_failness ! Beta'd by the lovely siaht ! <3
Never before had he witnessed such a show of flexibility. There was bridge pose, compass pose, and oh, how could he forget little thunderbolt pose? It was everything he expected from a yoga instructor, but never dreamt in his wettest dreams it would ever be applied in his bedroom, to him. No, Jonghyun couldn't have foreseen a person like Kim Kibum entering his world and shaking it to its very core with his god-like skills in bed.
That's why he's so shocked when they bump into each other once again. The flashing neon lights and smoky, thick air of the club scene has been replaced by the sweet smelling breeze floating through the university campus. Jonghyun has to do a double take as he helps the flailing man gather his books, ears deaf to the stream of curses coming from the dyed blond.
“Oh fuck.” Jonghyun finally catches the blonde's words as Kibum straightens and his memory kicks in.
Jonghyun lets his most charming grin grace his well defined features. “Didn't think we'd run into each other again?” Kibum's face darkens a shade of red and Jonghyun ignorantly reads it as embarrassment. “Not that it's a bad thing. I still can't wrap my mind around the other night - Maybe you can help me remember?” He adds a sexy wink just for kicks, because hell, it melts the ladies' hearts, why not Kibum's?
“I - Oh my god-” Kibum struggles for words and once again Jonghyun mistakes his true feelings. “You are probably the most - How could I have ever - Fuck my life!”
The last line sends Jonghyun's ego crashing back to earth, and reality. “Wait, what?”
Delicately black rimmed feline eyes squinch in frustration as Kibum clutches his books to his chest as if they could provide some sort of protection from the chauvinistic student in front of him. “You're right, I never thought you would literally run into me ever again. Look, I was really wasted that night.”
Large, black eyes blink back at him and it's as if Kibum is looking through a window. He can see just how hurt the other man is by his words in the glassy orbs. His own reflection stares back at him with a hard, cold expression and he can't help but instantly relax his brows to avoid wrinkling.
“Hon, you're really cute and your body is nice and all, but I don't think … “Kibum's right canine tooth sticks out to catch the corner of his lip, guilt bubbly in his stomach.
“So then, that's a yes?” Jonghyun perks up and all Kibum can see is a puppy with uplifted ears and a wagging tail.
Kibum scoffs. “Pig,” he spits, turning in a huff to escape the man as quickly as his booted feet allow.
The word is like a punch to the shoulder - easy to brush off with a little stubbornness. A flame alights in Jonghyun's heart, a torch with Kibum's name melded into it.
He'd always been known as a strong-headed kind of guy, but never before had Jonghyun's friends seen this kind of determination in the university third year student. Taemin, a freshmen who skipped his last year of high school, shifts, almost uncomfortable by the way Jonghyun gushes over the other man. Then again, Taemin has never liked a guy before, at least he's never liked liked another guy. Now that he thinks about it, his life has been so school and dance driven, he's never had much experience with anyone.
Laying on top of one of the many tables in the university's common's area, the senior of the group chuckles into his lab book. Neglected lengths splayed out like a halo around his head, in desperate need of a trim that won't come from an empty pocket student, he lifts his chin up to aim his laughing gaze at his younger friend.
“Jonghyun, why are you so hung up on this guy? It was a one night stand, just move on and find someone else,” he sits up, because it's straining his eyes to look at Jonghyun upside down, “What about that Jessica girl? You seemed to like her well enough at the party.”
With a dramatic throw of his arms, Jonghyun lets out a disgusted sound. “Jinki! Kibum isn't just some guy, he's the guy.”
Legs crossed Indian style and book forgotten in his lap, Jinki rubs at his chin. “So … Let me get this straight, you and this guy, Kibum, meet at some club when you’re both wasted. You take him back to our place - which, gross, what if I had been there? - you two get busy and he's this yoga guru, the best night of your life, blah blah blah. Then you two bump into each other on campus, he shoots you down, and you two are … meant to be? Am I getting this right?”
“Ugh! No wonder you're a Science major,” Jonghyun says while rolling his eyes, “Taemin, you understand where I'm coming from, right?”
The desperate eyes turned on him leave Taemin no room for his own opinion. “Of course,” he answers dutifully.
Jonghyun swings an open hand in Taemin's direction, attention once again on Jinki. “See? My fellow Art student gets me, why can't you?”
“Maybe because I actually know how to think with this thing on my shoulders?” Jinki teases, tongue poking out, “Instead of with, y'know, the thing between my legs?”
Silence falls over the trio before Jonghyun pounces out of his seat. Jinki's already flopping off of the tabletop to evade him, knowing the aggressive student all too well. Sadly, his legs aren't as agreeable as his quick reflexes and Jinki finds himself falling backwards right into Jonghyun's waiting hands.
In the midst of strangling Jinki, Jonghyun's body goes rigid. As if guided by an inner sixth sense, his eyes flick to exactly the spot where Kibum has just entered through the common's door. Immediately, Jonghyun drops Jinki's neck and straightens his back. He puffs out his chest and crosses his arms to accentuate his muscles, because he's got to flaunt what he's got - or whatever the hell his sister used to chant to her friends.
Jinki and Taemin follow their friend's trance-like stare and let their mouths gape open upon their own accord. When Jonghyun had been describing Kibum, they had ignored his poetic verses and chalked it up as hormones pent up for far too long - but damn. Were they ever wrong.
Sharp eyes scanning the mass of students, Kibum spots his target. Jonghyun can hardly comprehend what is happening as Kibum struts his way across the commons until he's directly in front of him. He's struck speechless yet again and all he can do is gawk at Kibum's beauty close up.
“You,” Kibum snaps, poking Jonghyun squarely in the chest, “Are you the one who keeps sending bouquets of flowers to my apartment?”
Jonghyun grins amorously.
Kibum raises a sharp eyebrow. “I don't know how you even found my address, but you need to stop. My cat keeps eating the petals and getting sick.”
Reeling back, Jonghyun takes a moment to gather himself again. “Your … cat?”
“Yeah, what about her?” Kibum retorts, daring Jonghyun to mock him.
“I could come over and get rid of those flowers for you and your cat, and afterward we can get to know each other better?” Jonghyun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
That's the second time he's turned down by Kibum, and it won't be the last.
“How many times has he rejected you now?” Jinki asks, exasperation making his words heavier as he lightly dabs an ice pack along Jonghyun's swollen eye.
“I … I don't really remember, but I'm thinking sneaking up on him in the gym’s shower was stepping over the line,” Jonghyun moans from where his head is placed in Jinki's lap.
From the side, Taemin has to stifle a giggle.
“I just don't understand him!” Jonghyun continues to lament, “I've done everything - everything! And he still won't have me.”
The three students contemplate further courses for action, but all draw blanks. Jonghyun really has exhausted all options.
“Wait!” Taemin pipes up, “Have you gone to see him after a yoga class yet? People who take yoga, they're supposed to be at their peak for sexual desire after a class.”
Jonghyun jumps to his feet, slapping Taemin on the back. “I knew we kept you around for a reason, kid!” And with that he prances off towards his dorm, birds chirping and a rainbow forming overhead.
All of his students have left, so it's just Kibum, the wall of mirrors, and his favorite American tracks playing on a low volume left in the studio. He finally breaks from namaste when Katy Perry's “Thinking Of You” shifts into Rihanna's “Shut Up And Drive.” He lets his arms fall limp to his sides and slowly slides his eyelids open. Kibum nearly has a heart attack when he sees a second set of eyes watching him in the mirror.
“What fuck-”
“Sorry, I was going to knock but I didn't want to interrupt … whatever you were just doing,” Jonghyun explains with a chuckle, raising his hands’ palms forward in surrender.
Kibum balls up his towel and throws it in the man's direction, but the projectile falls short much to his dismay. “What the hell is your problem? Your creeping is going to be the death of me.”
Jonghyun frowns. “I'm not creeping,” he says defiantly, but then a cool smile spreads across his lips, “Are you seriously listening to Rihanna?”
Face falling into a pout, Kibum narrows his eyes at Jonghyun. “Do you have a problem with her?”
Gliding forward to take a seat on the mat beside Kibum, Jonghyun reaches forward to take the mixed CD's case in his hand. Reading over the play list taped with multicolored tape on the back, Jonghyun nods his head along to the song's beat.
“You know what this music is perfect for?” Jonghyun asks, looking up through dark eyelashes.
An alarm goes off in the pit of Kibum's stomach, but he chooses to ignore it. He's too hypnotized by the light dancing across Jonghyun's sharp, inviting features. The curve of his cherry lips, the perfect line of his nose. He's breathless when he replies, “What?”
Kibum doesn't even see Jonghyun toss the CD case back to the floor, he's too overwhelmed by the scent of his Tom Ford cologne as he reclines Kibum until his back is flat on his mat.
“Hot sex.”
Their breath mingles as they stare into each other’s eyes, mouths parted and hearts pounding. Jonghyun's hands are at either side of Kibum's head as his upper torso leans over the sophomore's. This wasn't a part of the plan, he was supposed to play it cool at first - but, Kibum is following along? There's nothing holding him back now.
He bends down and catches Kibum's plump lips in his own. It starts off slowly, both of them trying to get comfortable and pick up a matching rhythm, but once they do it's as if all of their desires are unleashed.
Jonghyun bites down on Kibum's lips just as the man below him pulls him down by his hair to roll his hips sensually up against his own. When he grinds back in return, the ever growing presence in his pants rubs right against Kibum's. Without meaning to, Jonghyun bites down harder on Kibum's sensitive bottom lip, already apple red from his abuse. Kibum removes one of his hands from Jonghyun's neck to push his chin, and his mouth, further up to correct him wordlessly. He doesn't notice, instead threading his fingers through Kibum's lush locks.
The strong force of Jonghyun's body pressing fully against his own drives Kibum wild. He doesn't realize what he's doing when his hand snakes into Jonghyun's jeans - doesn't even register unbuttoning them - until the senior moans against his mouth. The puff of hot air makes his sweltering body shiver with anticipation and he sets his mind to this moment alone, not what the consequences he's sure to face later.
His long, delicate fingers wrap around the base of Jonghyun's cock before he slowly runs them down the length, pausing at the head to rub teasingly. A cry of pleasure erupts from deep in Jonghyun's throat, but it doesn't reach his tongue, paralyzed when Kibum coils his fingers all the way around Jonghyun's member only to quickly jerk upwards. A coy grin forms on his soft pink lips as Jonghyun whimpers for him to go faster and he doesn't hesitate to follow the command.
As he begins to pump Jonghyun harder, he's caught off guard when a pair of teeth sink into the soft skin of his neck. He quickly retracts his hand to lift it to the damaged area.
“Holy fuck, what are you doing?” Kibum demands, rubbing the sore area.
Jonghyun slams his head against the floor, berating himself for breaking the erotic peace. “I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.”
Using his own weight to shove Jonghyun off of him, Kibum lets out a short huff while pinning Jonghyun's arms to his side. Leaning down, peppermint scented words fall across the sharp lines of the brunette's face. “Keep your teeth to yourself, puppy,” he orders as the blond tips of his hair tickle the tip of Jonghyun's nose.
All the man can do is nod while Kibum settles himself farther down his body, face hovering for a moment over his crotch before using some hidden strength to rip Jonghyun's pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Jonghyun lets the back of his head hit the hard floor passed the yoga mat if only to stop himself from internal combustion as Kibum gives a hungry sigh. Not two seconds later, his painfully erect dick is taken into the wet depths of the blonde's mouth.
“Mmm,” Kibum hums around the solid length, tongue swirling and tasting every drip of precum Jonghyun has to offer.
While thanking the high heavens for not giving him a gag reflux, because damn Jonghyun isn't small, the hand that isn't caressing balls moves to massage his own dick. He's horny as hell just from blowing Jonghyun and it makes him curious of just what the man could do to him if Kibum were to let him fuck him.
Kibum continues to suck and slurp Jonghyun's dick as the latter finds himself helplessly tugging at Kibum's hair, begging him to go faster and harder, but at the same time enjoying the lazy pace for all the time it gave to admire Kibum's skills. Kibum's hands slide up Jonghyun's thighs from where he's settled between Jonghyun's legs and he digs in with his well kept nails in hopes of deterring his painful hair pulling, but with no avail. With a glare and smack of the lips, Kibum relents and pulls away from Jonghyun.
“You're so damn impatient,” Kibum grumbles, returning to his original position on his back while shimmying out of his loose gray sweats, “You'd better have a condom if you think you're fucking me. Who knows what you've picked up…”
The snide comment falls on deaf ears as Jonghyun fumbles to get the small, square package out of his pants’ pocket. He's eager and overzealous, but it only turns on Kibum more. He doesn't mind spreading his legs every once in a while for someone this adorable with such a smoking hot bod. His dark eyes watch as Jonghyun sits up on his knees to roll the condom on and he vaguely wonders what it would happen if the owner of the studio walked in on them right now. He would be out of a job, that's for certain.
Finally ready, Jonghyun crawls until his hands are planted on either side of Kibum's head and his knees are pressing against the inside of his thighs, easing them apart. His hair line is already damp from their heated make out session and Kibum's blowjob, but the image of him thoroughly soaked in sweat makes Kibum's dick twitch right along with the corner of his mouth. Jonghyun grins down at him in return. A predatory flash in his gaze warns Kibum of what's to come, what the sweet smile is veiling.
“Ready?” Jonghyun sing songs while gently gliding his rough hands up Kibum's smooth leg.
Kibum lets out a hiss of air as Jonghyun continues to work his leg slowly, farther and farther, until his knee is nearly level with his chest. The stretch feels good after the work out he's just gotten in class. Kibum hums as Jonghyun slips his hand around his cock just as he begins to push into his entrance. Fortunately, the condom is lubricated enough for a minimum amount of pain.
Throwing his head back, Kibum struggles to maintain steady breathing. In perfect synchronization, Jonghyun starts pumping his dick while moving, sliding, slamming in and out of him. Kibum doesn't think he's ever been stretched farther - he doesn't think he's ever been so enraptured so early on.
Muscles tightening and working like a well oiled machine, Jonghyun pushes, squeezes into the tight cavern Kibum provides, before pulling back out. It's a million times better than he remembers. He can hardly even feel his hand working in time with his hips, jacking Kibum off mechanically. When Kibum begins to moan, shiver and shake beneath him from pleasure, he picks up his pace. The man is turning to goo below him and it turns him on like nothing else.
Kibum quakes with ecstasy. He wants to drag his nails down Jonghyun's back, dig deep, just to relieve the growing pressure inside of him, but his fingers slip and slide off. He can't get a hold on Jonghyun's back, so he settles for pulling his hair. The senior doesn't notice, Kibum could pull on his hair until he had none left and his mind would only be on his dick and just how good Kibum feels bucking his lithe frame against his own.
The warmth pools in his stomach too soon for his liking. Jonghyun throws his head to ceiling, but continues to ride Kibum. “O-oh,” he grunts out and Kibum is right there with him.
Their names mix in the air, tenor and bass in harmony against one another, as both of them climax. Jonghyun hardly notices the hot cum splattered across his abdomen as he empties. Kibum is still panting his name when he falls to the blonde's side.
Waiting until the high finally dies down, Kibum runs a shaky hand through his damp locks. “We … need to clean this place up.”
Jonghyun reaches for Kibum's towel to clean himself off with. “Whatever you say,” he chimes, eyes still wide in wonder and disbelief.
But when Kibum catches sight of taunt, tan muscles, shimmering in the slight light of the evening sun shining through the high window in the room, he thinks - why clean up something that's going to just get messy again?
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