ftisland: beginning (1/30)
beginning
jonghun/hongki ≈ 650
→ it's all hazy and looked at through a rose-colored lens.
part of the 30 days challenge
How did it begin exactly? When did they stop hugging for fun and began to hug to feel each other’s heat? When did Hongki start to notice more of Jonghun’s quirks, obsessions and over-whelming warmth? How did Jonghun find the way to maneuver around Hongki’s fast and furious manner of speech to see the deep state of self-consciousness and distraught?
They lay in bed, it had been three months, or more, or less. Neither remembered the beginning so they presumed this began a long time ago. Exhausted, they didn’t move to wash their perspired bodies, instead they burrowed into the sheets in Jonghun’s bed. His bedroom was far more convenient since Hongki had an issue about letting Jonghun touch him while his puppies watched. In the dim space, Jonghun could still make shapes of Hongki; his messy short hair, down to his closed eyelids, his nose, his lips were slightly parted, breathing calm. His chest rose and fell with consistency. Underneath the sheet, there was nothing but skin and Jonghun’s hands ached to touch more.
He himself had his hair disheveled thanks to Hongki’s need to mess it up with his hands, he would even bury his face in his hair as Jonghun went down to kiss Hongki’s chest, suckle on his skin, leave painful hickeys, he would trail chest with kisses when Hongki was too involved in sniffing his hair since Hongki usually didn’t let him kiss his body, he felt too embarrassed. However, it always made Jonghun a tad uncomfortable to be sniffed so thoroughly by Hongki.
“Unnn-ahh you smell so good,” Hongki murmured and Jonghun’s erection doubled in size due to the blood flooding his head. He grunted before he pulled back, hence pulled his hair out of Hongki’s mouth and with all force he could muster against his best friend, he thrust into Hongki.
The scream was long and deep as Hongki lost the sense of his surroundings. The pain was definitely there for couple of minutes but he didn’t need to be prepped, they’ve been having sex for days now, he was more than familiar. The feel of being filled was always so alien though, every time, it gave off a different reaction. Jonghun remember Hongki being disgruntled about being the bottom. With some consult that he might get his try on Jonghun some other time, Hongki let him top him. His back stung, Hongki scratched his way into his skin and now he felt the trickle of pain down his back. He gave up on his option of giving Hongki minutes to adjust and began to thrust slowly. Hongki mewled easily; his voice always gave up so he just shut his mouth and whined.
Those whines resonated in his head as he watched Hongki breath. Soon, his lust evaporated as he hugged Hongki to his chest. Hongki whined noiselessly in his sleep as Jonghun wrapped his legs around Hongki’s thighs bringing their entire bodies together.
Sometime at dawn, Hongki woke with a start. He was sticky and a tad heavy. He wasn’t surprised to see Jonghun covering him more than he was covered by the blanket. With his face buried between his neck and shoulder, Jonghun scent wafted and clogged Hongki's nose. He felt relieved to smell that odor again. Hongki tightened his grip on Jonghun and rolled to his side so he can feel Jonghun’s heartbeat matching his own, calm, consistent.
It didn’t matter how it began, he was happy enough it did. They were somewhere in the middle, not caring enough to worry about the end, or cowardly regretting the beginning, happily floating in the unknown. All they had reassurance about was that in the morning, they had breakfast and headed to practice. No one knew of this but them.
jonghun/hongki ≈ 650
→ it's all hazy and looked at through a rose-colored lens.
part of the 30 days challenge
How did it begin exactly? When did they stop hugging for fun and began to hug to feel each other’s heat? When did Hongki start to notice more of Jonghun’s quirks, obsessions and over-whelming warmth? How did Jonghun find the way to maneuver around Hongki’s fast and furious manner of speech to see the deep state of self-consciousness and distraught?
They lay in bed, it had been three months, or more, or less. Neither remembered the beginning so they presumed this began a long time ago. Exhausted, they didn’t move to wash their perspired bodies, instead they burrowed into the sheets in Jonghun’s bed. His bedroom was far more convenient since Hongki had an issue about letting Jonghun touch him while his puppies watched. In the dim space, Jonghun could still make shapes of Hongki; his messy short hair, down to his closed eyelids, his nose, his lips were slightly parted, breathing calm. His chest rose and fell with consistency. Underneath the sheet, there was nothing but skin and Jonghun’s hands ached to touch more.
He himself had his hair disheveled thanks to Hongki’s need to mess it up with his hands, he would even bury his face in his hair as Jonghun went down to kiss Hongki’s chest, suckle on his skin, leave painful hickeys, he would trail chest with kisses when Hongki was too involved in sniffing his hair since Hongki usually didn’t let him kiss his body, he felt too embarrassed. However, it always made Jonghun a tad uncomfortable to be sniffed so thoroughly by Hongki.
“Unnn-ahh you smell so good,” Hongki murmured and Jonghun’s erection doubled in size due to the blood flooding his head. He grunted before he pulled back, hence pulled his hair out of Hongki’s mouth and with all force he could muster against his best friend, he thrust into Hongki.
The scream was long and deep as Hongki lost the sense of his surroundings. The pain was definitely there for couple of minutes but he didn’t need to be prepped, they’ve been having sex for days now, he was more than familiar. The feel of being filled was always so alien though, every time, it gave off a different reaction. Jonghun remember Hongki being disgruntled about being the bottom. With some consult that he might get his try on Jonghun some other time, Hongki let him top him. His back stung, Hongki scratched his way into his skin and now he felt the trickle of pain down his back. He gave up on his option of giving Hongki minutes to adjust and began to thrust slowly. Hongki mewled easily; his voice always gave up so he just shut his mouth and whined.
Those whines resonated in his head as he watched Hongki breath. Soon, his lust evaporated as he hugged Hongki to his chest. Hongki whined noiselessly in his sleep as Jonghun wrapped his legs around Hongki’s thighs bringing their entire bodies together.
Sometime at dawn, Hongki woke with a start. He was sticky and a tad heavy. He wasn’t surprised to see Jonghun covering him more than he was covered by the blanket. With his face buried between his neck and shoulder, Jonghun scent wafted and clogged Hongki's nose. He felt relieved to smell that odor again. Hongki tightened his grip on Jonghun and rolled to his side so he can feel Jonghun’s heartbeat matching his own, calm, consistent.
It didn’t matter how it began, he was happy enough it did. They were somewhere in the middle, not caring enough to worry about the end, or cowardly regretting the beginning, happily floating in the unknown. All they had reassurance about was that in the morning, they had breakfast and headed to practice. No one knew of this but them.