[sj100] 004. Chocolate
Because Shindong is a sexy, sexy man, and someone needs to fetishize him acknowledge that.
Chocolate
pairing: Yesung/Shindong
It had all started innocently enough. Yesung had bought a bar of chocolate out of the vending machine during a break in their dance rehearsals and hadn't been able to finish it. Shindong had been all too willing to help him out, so he had dropped the last piece of chocolate into his portly friend's mouth and watched him chew. There was something nice about watching Shindong eat, he had thought-something pleasing in his crinkled eyes, his satisfied hums, his smacking lips.
The next time it had been a cracker, or a cookie-it was hard to remember past the satisfied crunch and the brief glimpse of tongue sticking out to catch errant crumbs on the lips-and then the next time some grapes, and after that a half a granola bar, and again and again until it was just what they did. Yesung didn't think twice anymore about making sure Shindong was around to taste things whenever he cooked, or bringing more snacks to rehearsal than he would finish, or bumping Hyukjae out of the way and sitting next to Shindong when they went out to eat afterwards. It was normal to feed Shindong, normal that his fingers lingered slightly on the other boy's lips, normal that his tongue slipped unconsciously over his own lips in tandem.
It was normal until it wasn't anymore, until one night when he got up from bed to get a glass of water and found Shindong sitting at the kitchen table, snacking on leftover ddeokbukki in the dim glow of the counter light. There was sauce coating his bottom lip, and before Yesung knew it he was diverting his course from the sink to the table and saying, "Here," and reaching out and wiping at the sauce with his thumb. He watched disconnectedly as his thumb ran slow and soft over Shindong's lip, and then felt a jolt run through him when Shindong took the digit into his mouth.
Their eyes met and for a moment neither of them moved; then Yesung was slamming Shindong's chair back against the counter and straddling him on it and kissing him, hungry, voracious. Shindong swallowed his moans of pleasure at the feel of full lips moving against his, soft stomach and hard cock pressing against him as he rolled his hips. He fumbled in between them until their cocks were out of their pajama bottoms and pressed against each other in his hand, and his tongue ventured further into Shindong's mouth, tasting spicy and sweet and just a hint of chocolate. They came together, foreheads leaned against each other and ragged breaths passed back and forth.
Yesung didn't know what to make of it, was about to say something, or ask something, or laugh, and then Shindong took his cum-webbed hand and brought it to his mouth. One by one, he sucked all of the fingers clean, eyes never leaving Yesung's, and it was only then that Yesung realized how hard he had fallen-for Shindong's mouth, at least.
Chocolate
pairing: Yesung/Shindong
It had all started innocently enough. Yesung had bought a bar of chocolate out of the vending machine during a break in their dance rehearsals and hadn't been able to finish it. Shindong had been all too willing to help him out, so he had dropped the last piece of chocolate into his portly friend's mouth and watched him chew. There was something nice about watching Shindong eat, he had thought-something pleasing in his crinkled eyes, his satisfied hums, his smacking lips.
The next time it had been a cracker, or a cookie-it was hard to remember past the satisfied crunch and the brief glimpse of tongue sticking out to catch errant crumbs on the lips-and then the next time some grapes, and after that a half a granola bar, and again and again until it was just what they did. Yesung didn't think twice anymore about making sure Shindong was around to taste things whenever he cooked, or bringing more snacks to rehearsal than he would finish, or bumping Hyukjae out of the way and sitting next to Shindong when they went out to eat afterwards. It was normal to feed Shindong, normal that his fingers lingered slightly on the other boy's lips, normal that his tongue slipped unconsciously over his own lips in tandem.
It was normal until it wasn't anymore, until one night when he got up from bed to get a glass of water and found Shindong sitting at the kitchen table, snacking on leftover ddeokbukki in the dim glow of the counter light. There was sauce coating his bottom lip, and before Yesung knew it he was diverting his course from the sink to the table and saying, "Here," and reaching out and wiping at the sauce with his thumb. He watched disconnectedly as his thumb ran slow and soft over Shindong's lip, and then felt a jolt run through him when Shindong took the digit into his mouth.
Their eyes met and for a moment neither of them moved; then Yesung was slamming Shindong's chair back against the counter and straddling him on it and kissing him, hungry, voracious. Shindong swallowed his moans of pleasure at the feel of full lips moving against his, soft stomach and hard cock pressing against him as he rolled his hips. He fumbled in between them until their cocks were out of their pajama bottoms and pressed against each other in his hand, and his tongue ventured further into Shindong's mouth, tasting spicy and sweet and just a hint of chocolate. They came together, foreheads leaned against each other and ragged breaths passed back and forth.
Yesung didn't know what to make of it, was about to say something, or ask something, or laugh, and then Shindong took his cum-webbed hand and brought it to his mouth. One by one, he sucked all of the fingers clean, eyes never leaving Yesung's, and it was only then that Yesung realized how hard he had fallen-for Shindong's mouth, at least.