Perfect
Hey, you know how I keep posting dirty smut? Yeah, looks like that's not going to stop anytime soon.
The story behind this particular piece: so I used to have this theory that Kangin and Sungmin really disliked each other and had a fucked up relationship, and while said theory has since been cast into doubt (and don't get me wrong-I'm glad! I want them to ♥ each other!), the idea of fucked-up!Kangmin fic continued to haunt my mind. And then I read this and I was like, "Oh." And I wrote my fucked-up!Kangmin.
This is decidedly more explicit and graphic than anything I've posted before, so proceed at your own risk.
Perfect
pairing: Kangin/Sungmin
Kangin thinks Sungmin is perfect now, just perfect, and he tries to show him how he feels in little ways.
For example, when Kangin asks Sungmin to wake him in the morning, Sungmin always knows exactly what he means. He is always there a half an hour before Kangin asks him to be, on his knees between Kangin's legs and running his tongue hungrily over Kangin's cock and balls until he wakes up. And when Kangin grabs him by the ears and fucks his mouth, he never complains; he gags and chokes but never pulls away until Kangin has come deep in his throat. Kangin appreciates this, and so now instead of telling him to get the fuck out while his balls are still resting on Sungmin's chin, he lets Sungmin stay in his bed until after he's done with his shower. Occaisionally, when there's time, they even shower together and he lets Sungmin suck him off again.
Or when Kangin asks Sungmin to meet him somewhere during the day, he never has to bother to call and confirm. He knows that Sungmin will be there-in the conference room next to the Chunji radio studio, or at the seedy motel behind the Lotte casino, or in Donghae's bed-naked, legs spread wide, three fingers working in and out of his hole. Sometimes Kangin still shows up late, because he likes to open the door and find Sungmin already panting, fingers moving erratically, likes to hear Sungmin gasp, "Hyung, please. Please hyung, now, please," but he tries to be more punctual than he used to. He tries to show how he feels in other ways, too: now when Sungmin moans when he rams his cock in he only gags him if there are people in the next room over, and when he is about to come he doesn't choke Sungmin anymore-he just rests his hand on Sungmin's neck to show that he could.
Kangin thinks Sungmin is the most perfect, though, when they really have time to spend together and he can whisper, "my room, fifteen minutes" into Sungmin's ear and find him there ten minutes later, kneeling and naked and shivering in the winter cold or the summer heat. He loves to be able to run his cock head slowly over Sungmin's lips and tongue, loves the feel of a slow, leisurely blowjob. He loves to step out of Sungmin's reach and slowly jack himself off, to ask, "You want some more?" to see Sungmin's vigorous nod and parted lips, and then to make the boy beg for it. He loves to bring Sungmin off with just a touch of his bare foot to his cock. He loves most of all to pull out and shoot all over Sungmin's face, thick ropes of cum landing in Sungmin's hair, in his eye, across his cheek, pooling over his lips. Kangin can tell Sungmin loves it too-he loves it so much that he cries, and when Kangin sees the tears mix with his cum his breath always catches, because Sungmin looks beautiful. Perfect.
"Sungmin-ah," he says, gently tilting the boy's chin up with his index finger. "Sungmin-ah, I love-" and then his voice catches, because Sungmin is looking at him with wild, red eyes. "I love the way you look right now," he finishes, and swallows Sungmin's moan in a soft kiss. Sungmin shudders when he breaks the kiss and Kangin smiles. "You should be cleaned up and gone by the time I'm out of the bathroom."
Kangin thinks that Sungmin knows how he feels about him. Yes, he thinks, Sungmin understands perfectly.
The story behind this particular piece: so I used to have this theory that Kangin and Sungmin really disliked each other and had a fucked up relationship, and while said theory has since been cast into doubt (and don't get me wrong-I'm glad! I want them to ♥ each other!), the idea of fucked-up!Kangmin fic continued to haunt my mind. And then I read this and I was like, "Oh." And I wrote my fucked-up!Kangmin.
This is decidedly more explicit and graphic than anything I've posted before, so proceed at your own risk.
Perfect
pairing: Kangin/Sungmin
Kangin thinks Sungmin is perfect now, just perfect, and he tries to show him how he feels in little ways.
For example, when Kangin asks Sungmin to wake him in the morning, Sungmin always knows exactly what he means. He is always there a half an hour before Kangin asks him to be, on his knees between Kangin's legs and running his tongue hungrily over Kangin's cock and balls until he wakes up. And when Kangin grabs him by the ears and fucks his mouth, he never complains; he gags and chokes but never pulls away until Kangin has come deep in his throat. Kangin appreciates this, and so now instead of telling him to get the fuck out while his balls are still resting on Sungmin's chin, he lets Sungmin stay in his bed until after he's done with his shower. Occaisionally, when there's time, they even shower together and he lets Sungmin suck him off again.
Or when Kangin asks Sungmin to meet him somewhere during the day, he never has to bother to call and confirm. He knows that Sungmin will be there-in the conference room next to the Chunji radio studio, or at the seedy motel behind the Lotte casino, or in Donghae's bed-naked, legs spread wide, three fingers working in and out of his hole. Sometimes Kangin still shows up late, because he likes to open the door and find Sungmin already panting, fingers moving erratically, likes to hear Sungmin gasp, "Hyung, please. Please hyung, now, please," but he tries to be more punctual than he used to. He tries to show how he feels in other ways, too: now when Sungmin moans when he rams his cock in he only gags him if there are people in the next room over, and when he is about to come he doesn't choke Sungmin anymore-he just rests his hand on Sungmin's neck to show that he could.
Kangin thinks Sungmin is the most perfect, though, when they really have time to spend together and he can whisper, "my room, fifteen minutes" into Sungmin's ear and find him there ten minutes later, kneeling and naked and shivering in the winter cold or the summer heat. He loves to be able to run his cock head slowly over Sungmin's lips and tongue, loves the feel of a slow, leisurely blowjob. He loves to step out of Sungmin's reach and slowly jack himself off, to ask, "You want some more?" to see Sungmin's vigorous nod and parted lips, and then to make the boy beg for it. He loves to bring Sungmin off with just a touch of his bare foot to his cock. He loves most of all to pull out and shoot all over Sungmin's face, thick ropes of cum landing in Sungmin's hair, in his eye, across his cheek, pooling over his lips. Kangin can tell Sungmin loves it too-he loves it so much that he cries, and when Kangin sees the tears mix with his cum his breath always catches, because Sungmin looks beautiful. Perfect.
"Sungmin-ah," he says, gently tilting the boy's chin up with his index finger. "Sungmin-ah, I love-" and then his voice catches, because Sungmin is looking at him with wild, red eyes. "I love the way you look right now," he finishes, and swallows Sungmin's moan in a soft kiss. Sungmin shudders when he breaks the kiss and Kangin smiles. "You should be cleaned up and gone by the time I'm out of the bathroom."
Kangin thinks that Sungmin knows how he feels about him. Yes, he thinks, Sungmin understands perfectly.