soft focus (for full appeal), kai/lu han
soft focus (for full appeal)
kai/lu han, nc-17, 905w
Lu Han likes how soft Jongin's tummy is when he's been too busy to work out.
soft focus (for full appeal).
it's just an off-handed gesture when his hand comes down to rest on jongin's waist, fingers touching warm smooth skin where jongin's flimsy t-shirt slightly rises up. his fingers unconsciously stroke up and down, seeking out the heat, feeling the minute shifting of jongin's hips. jongin is quiet, sleepy and pliant as his body presses flush against his own on the small couch. his fingers slowly spread higher, jongin's tummy sweetly soft and smooth under his touch, fluttering lightly when lu han's nails scratch against his belly button.
jongin is quiet all the while he slowly tugs the boy's t-shirt higher and higher, drinking in the vast expanse of smooth skin under his touch, until the shirt bunches up just above jongin's nipples. he flicks a thumb across the small bud, and jongin's entire body shivers. when he looks down, jongin's eyes have fluttered shut, but he is biting down on his bottom lip, the full curve looking red and obscenely wet. lu han wants to lean down and suck on it, but his hands can't stop roaming over the heated skin of jongin's exposed chest, nails scratching over soft belly button and sensitive dark pink nipples, making jongin's body jerk and squirm under his touch.
jongin doesn't say a thing, swallowing his moans down due to some dubious sense of pride or modesty lu han doesn't know, but he can read the want and need in jongin's body language, the way the young boy melts into his touch, slightly arching up from the couch to offer his exposed body for lu han to touch and bite.
jongin wants it so badly, but he'd never say it out loud. and so lu han complies, starting with the sharp line of jongin's jaw, down to the long stretch of jongin's exposed neck, his teeth grazing lightly over jongin's adam apple. jongin gasps at that, the startled sound escaping from his throat before he could stop it, and lu han smiles against the heated skin as jongin's head falls backwards even more, offering more skin for lu han to nibble and bite.
he lets jongin spread himself out on the couch and kneels above the boy's body, his legs on both sides of jongin's hips. he humps jongin's thighs as he leans down to take jongin's nipple between his soft lips. jongin's hips jerk when his tongue flicks out, wetting the perked up bud. he worries the tender bud with his lips, his tongue, and the lightest graze of his teeth. he bites down on the skin around it every once in a while, humming in satisfaction as skin flushes and reddens with the indents of his teeth.
jongin is making the tiniest moans and gasps now, garbled sounds of what sound like 'hyung' and 'please' when he refuses to let up on the increasingly sensitive nipple, making jongin's lithe body squirm helplessly, because his hand is pressing down on jongin's stomach, refusing to let him budge.
jongin could pretend all he wanted, but the boy makes the prettiest noises when lu han bites down hard on his tummy, bronze skin so soft and smooth under his lips and teeth. muscles flutter under his touch every time lu han quickly flicks his tongue out to sooth over each hard bite. he lets his teeth scratch a long line from jongin's upper ribs to his hipbones, jongin's body tense and arching into the sharp bite, shuddering when he places a soft kiss at the end of the reddened line.
lu han doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until then, his thighs squeezing hard around jongin's, because it turns him on like no other, the realization that jongin's body transforms pain into sweet, sweet pleasure and he rides high on it. it makes him want to test out jongin's limits, pushing him- but that would have to wait for another day, because right now jongin's fingers are clawing at his shoulders, asking for more, and lu han pulls himself up.
he kisses jongin, sweet and dirty, hips rolling into the boy's hardness, the friction heady and delicious even through the fabric of their pants. he is probably a little too old for desperate dry-humping on the couch like some horny teenagers, but jongin- jongin is a teenager, hasty and desperate.
sometime he is suddenly reminded of how young jongin really is, despite the boy's cool act and confidence. right then, the way jongin clumsily pulls at him just makes him look so fucking young, unsure of how far they could take this. jongin's grip around him is too strong, so lu han could only struggle to get a hand down to push at the pants hanging low on jongin's hips, pushing down his own pants, pulling their cocks out to rub against each other, pre-come running slick down his palm.
jongin moans into his mouth as he comes, the 'hyung' all broken and choked up but still loud and clear in-between the heat of their breathing, their thighs sliding hot and tight against each other, tensing in the rush of the orgasm.
later, when jongin has already fallen asleep with his shirt still bunched up above his nipples and pants hanging low just down past his hipbones, come still smeared into the soft skin of his tummy and dark skin flushed with reddened bite marks, lu han quietly reaches for his phone's camera.