A Matter of Interruptions, Part 2 (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!KeyHyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Humour, it’s a full house \o/
Summary:The late hour holds nothing on their unfinished business.
A/N: continuation of the last fic because moonshine616 and k_pop4life and choi_minju held very convincing arguments.For you! And anyone who wants this!
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Jonghyun is on his back once more, just as eager and as hard as he’d been before. Kibum thumbs at his balls almost lazily, his other hand in the older man’s hair, holding him still for a kiss.
When Jonghyun moans a little louder than he should, Kibum pulls back slowly, nose skimming along his jaw to press into the soft skin beneath his ear. “Shh,” he shushes, lips brushing his throat where they latch on and go on to lay open-mouthed kisses down his neck, tongue darting out swiftly over his carotid.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun whispers breathily, tone urgent, “lube, come on.”
Kibum places one last kiss beneath his chin before raising himself onto his elbows and allowing pride to spark deep within his stomach at the way Jonghyun looks gone already. He stretches an arm for the lube and coats three fingers messily, some of it dripping onto Jonghyun’s chest beneath him. He catches a look at the clock on their bedside table as he does so and has a hard time believing how late it is. He may - and probably will - regret this tomorrow, but right now his priorities seem indisputable.
Jonghyun’s hips are tilted upwards by the time Kibum reaches downward, pressing into his touch as soon as Kibum brushes his perineum. Kibum can’t help the chuckle that slips out, although it’s a little more breathless than he expects it to be, and he leans forward to bury himself into the pillow above Jonghyun’s shoulder. He feels fingers tangle in his hair and rests his forehead to the elder’s temple, pursed lips at his ear.
“I’m going to be so dead tomorrow,” he speaks in an exhale, barely audible. He nibbles at the shell of Jonghyun’s ear while the first finger slides inside without resistance.
“We’ve done worse,” Jonghyun mutters back quietly, his other hand curling around Kibum’s hip. Kibum doesn’t need to see him to know there’s a slight smirk on his lips, which Kibum chooses to ignore for the purpose of making a point. He hastily squeezes a second finger inside of him and Jonghyun’s mouth falls open to let out a muted gasp, leaving Kibum smirking in turn.
“What am I supposed to say to the crew when I show up at work tomorrow looking like a zombie?”
Jonghyun doesn’t answer, not that Kibum lets him with how he begins twisting and crooking his fingers.
“That my needy, horny partner kept me up all night because he wanted to get sexed up?” Kibum continues with a teasing lilt to his words. Jonghyun merely tightens his grip on his hip.
“No,” Jonghyun finally finds the breath to answer, just as playful, “you say that your teething son kept you up.”
Kibum chuckles lowly and pushes his fingers in to the knuckle, giving a hard suck to Jonghyun’s earlobe when he feels him shiver beneath him.
“Fine,” he concedes, tongue flicking at his lobe as he pauses, “but you better keep it down because I won’t be the one putting Myungki back to sleep if you wake him up.”
“I’m not the one you should be worrying about,” Jonghyun replies all too easily, although his voice isn’t perfectly levelled to Kibum’s delight.
“Tease,” he whispers, wriggling a third finger into the tight heat of his lover, “and liar. We both know how you get when I fuck you.”
Jonghyun laughs silently, muscles tensing slightly and Kibum hides his own smile in his lover’s hair. Jonghyun’s fingers find their way to the back of Kibum’s neck, where their light scratches raise goose bumps on pale skin.
“You know, we’ve just had an entire conversation with your fingers in me,” Jonghyun remarks, amusement in his hushed voice. And yet Kibum can’t help but note that they’re both still hard as ever, so their little interlude hasn’t fazed them in the least.
“Yeah, well,” Kibum goes on, three fingers now sliding in and out with ease, “that’s what happens when you get domestic. And I don’t see your dick complaining.”
“Anything else you’d like to talk about while we’re at it?” Jonghyun asks jokingly, completely at odds with how he lets go of Kibum to brace himself on the headboard and begins rolling his hips.
“Hmm,” Kibum hums agreeingly, surprising Jonghyun who freezes a bit beneath him. “‘Bout how good you’ll feel around me.”
Jonghyun actually chuckles at that, so Kibum retorts by withdrawing his fingers without warning.
“You’re killing the mood,” Kibum accuses playfully as he pours more lube into his hand to slick himself.
“The mood was killed a long time ago, ‘Bum,” Jonghyun replies lightly, still chuckling under his breath and still clutching the headboard in a way that makes his biceps stand out.
“But it’s true,” Kibum tries again, giving Jonghyun’s throat a gentle nip, “you feel so good.”
“Now who’s horny?”
Kibum shifts onto his elbow to look down at the older man with a practiced scowl. “Do you want to get some action or not?”
“Sorry,” Jonghyun says in English, looking anything but sheepish. He may not mean it, but Kibum isn’t looking for an apology anyway.
Kibum tugs at Jonghyun’s bent knees, pulling him closer and spreading his legs. Jonghyun’s heels come to rest on the small of his back and Kibum bends forward to steal a kiss.
“Ready?” he asks, and Jonghyun looks up at him through hooded lids, his wide eyes dark in the dim light, and nods once. That is all Kibum needs to place himself, tip pushing against the stretched rim before sliding in smoothly with a roll of his hips. Jonghyun lets out a shaky breath, hands fisting the sheets to his sides - not for long, because Kibum grips his wrists and raises them above his head. He laces their fingers together and presses them into the mattress to hold himself up as his hips begin rocking in and out in an easy rhythm. Kibum loves this sight, loves how Jonghyun looks with his eyebrows drawn together, mouth opened to release rushed pants. He keeps a tight grip on Kibum’s hands, fingers squeezing his that much more when he tries a slightly different angle. Jonghyun had told him more than once that his precision and sense of rhythm were also appreciated in areas other than dancing; slow and steady, but right, is enough to bring Jonghyun to the edge.
Kibum keeps it gentle, all smooth friction as he wants Jonghyun to feel every inch of him. It isn’t long before muted whines escape the back of Jonghyun’s throat with every push and pull. Kibum wishes he could hear his voice, touched-out and high like he’s heard it before, but now is not the time or place. He is more than content to watch how the older man bites his thick bottom lip, chewing it a vivid red while he fixes Kibum with a heady gaze, his body rocking with the motion of Kibum’s thrusts.
“Kibum!” his name comes out as a croaked whisper when he speeds up suddenly. Jonghyun struggles to stay quiet with the new pace, especially when Kibum untangles one of their hands to jerk him off in time. Jonghyun’s release comes in long spurts along with deep, quiet moans, and it has Kibum pressing his hips flush to his ass and circling slowly, grinding out his own orgasm.
Kibum pulls out unceremoniously and falls to Jonghyun’s side, leaving their hands joined. Jonghyun shifts beside him, turning towards him and resting their hands to his chest. The tips of his bangs are wet with sweat, his chest still heaving, but the look in his eyes is soft. Kibum wiggles closer and Jonghyun pecks him on the lips when they finally lie face to face, almost nose to nose. Kibum smiles, sated and feeling drowsiness tug at his eyelids once more in a strangely blissful way.
“We’re kind of filthy,” Jonghyun speaks, mirth in his tone. How he can sound so lively is beyond Kibum, who is rapidly losing the battle for consciousness.
“Don’t care,” Kibum mumbles, giving one last squeeze to Jonghyun’s hand, their matching silver bands a constant pressure against his skin, “you’re washing the sheets.”
|| A Matter of Celebration
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Humour, it’s a full house \o/
Summary:The late hour holds nothing on their unfinished business.
A/N: continuation of the last fic because moonshine616 and k_pop4life and choi_minju held very convincing arguments.For you! And anyone who wants this!
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Jonghyun is on his back once more, just as eager and as hard as he’d been before. Kibum thumbs at his balls almost lazily, his other hand in the older man’s hair, holding him still for a kiss.
When Jonghyun moans a little louder than he should, Kibum pulls back slowly, nose skimming along his jaw to press into the soft skin beneath his ear. “Shh,” he shushes, lips brushing his throat where they latch on and go on to lay open-mouthed kisses down his neck, tongue darting out swiftly over his carotid.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun whispers breathily, tone urgent, “lube, come on.”
Kibum places one last kiss beneath his chin before raising himself onto his elbows and allowing pride to spark deep within his stomach at the way Jonghyun looks gone already. He stretches an arm for the lube and coats three fingers messily, some of it dripping onto Jonghyun’s chest beneath him. He catches a look at the clock on their bedside table as he does so and has a hard time believing how late it is. He may - and probably will - regret this tomorrow, but right now his priorities seem indisputable.
Jonghyun’s hips are tilted upwards by the time Kibum reaches downward, pressing into his touch as soon as Kibum brushes his perineum. Kibum can’t help the chuckle that slips out, although it’s a little more breathless than he expects it to be, and he leans forward to bury himself into the pillow above Jonghyun’s shoulder. He feels fingers tangle in his hair and rests his forehead to the elder’s temple, pursed lips at his ear.
“I’m going to be so dead tomorrow,” he speaks in an exhale, barely audible. He nibbles at the shell of Jonghyun’s ear while the first finger slides inside without resistance.
“We’ve done worse,” Jonghyun mutters back quietly, his other hand curling around Kibum’s hip. Kibum doesn’t need to see him to know there’s a slight smirk on his lips, which Kibum chooses to ignore for the purpose of making a point. He hastily squeezes a second finger inside of him and Jonghyun’s mouth falls open to let out a muted gasp, leaving Kibum smirking in turn.
“What am I supposed to say to the crew when I show up at work tomorrow looking like a zombie?”
Jonghyun doesn’t answer, not that Kibum lets him with how he begins twisting and crooking his fingers.
“That my needy, horny partner kept me up all night because he wanted to get sexed up?” Kibum continues with a teasing lilt to his words. Jonghyun merely tightens his grip on his hip.
“No,” Jonghyun finally finds the breath to answer, just as playful, “you say that your teething son kept you up.”
Kibum chuckles lowly and pushes his fingers in to the knuckle, giving a hard suck to Jonghyun’s earlobe when he feels him shiver beneath him.
“Fine,” he concedes, tongue flicking at his lobe as he pauses, “but you better keep it down because I won’t be the one putting Myungki back to sleep if you wake him up.”
“I’m not the one you should be worrying about,” Jonghyun replies all too easily, although his voice isn’t perfectly levelled to Kibum’s delight.
“Tease,” he whispers, wriggling a third finger into the tight heat of his lover, “and liar. We both know how you get when I fuck you.”
Jonghyun laughs silently, muscles tensing slightly and Kibum hides his own smile in his lover’s hair. Jonghyun’s fingers find their way to the back of Kibum’s neck, where their light scratches raise goose bumps on pale skin.
“You know, we’ve just had an entire conversation with your fingers in me,” Jonghyun remarks, amusement in his hushed voice. And yet Kibum can’t help but note that they’re both still hard as ever, so their little interlude hasn’t fazed them in the least.
“Yeah, well,” Kibum goes on, three fingers now sliding in and out with ease, “that’s what happens when you get domestic. And I don’t see your dick complaining.”
“Anything else you’d like to talk about while we’re at it?” Jonghyun asks jokingly, completely at odds with how he lets go of Kibum to brace himself on the headboard and begins rolling his hips.
“Hmm,” Kibum hums agreeingly, surprising Jonghyun who freezes a bit beneath him. “‘Bout how good you’ll feel around me.”
Jonghyun actually chuckles at that, so Kibum retorts by withdrawing his fingers without warning.
“You’re killing the mood,” Kibum accuses playfully as he pours more lube into his hand to slick himself.
“The mood was killed a long time ago, ‘Bum,” Jonghyun replies lightly, still chuckling under his breath and still clutching the headboard in a way that makes his biceps stand out.
“But it’s true,” Kibum tries again, giving Jonghyun’s throat a gentle nip, “you feel so good.”
“Now who’s horny?”
Kibum shifts onto his elbow to look down at the older man with a practiced scowl. “Do you want to get some action or not?”
“Sorry,” Jonghyun says in English, looking anything but sheepish. He may not mean it, but Kibum isn’t looking for an apology anyway.
Kibum tugs at Jonghyun’s bent knees, pulling him closer and spreading his legs. Jonghyun’s heels come to rest on the small of his back and Kibum bends forward to steal a kiss.
“Ready?” he asks, and Jonghyun looks up at him through hooded lids, his wide eyes dark in the dim light, and nods once. That is all Kibum needs to place himself, tip pushing against the stretched rim before sliding in smoothly with a roll of his hips. Jonghyun lets out a shaky breath, hands fisting the sheets to his sides - not for long, because Kibum grips his wrists and raises them above his head. He laces their fingers together and presses them into the mattress to hold himself up as his hips begin rocking in and out in an easy rhythm. Kibum loves this sight, loves how Jonghyun looks with his eyebrows drawn together, mouth opened to release rushed pants. He keeps a tight grip on Kibum’s hands, fingers squeezing his that much more when he tries a slightly different angle. Jonghyun had told him more than once that his precision and sense of rhythm were also appreciated in areas other than dancing; slow and steady, but right, is enough to bring Jonghyun to the edge.
Kibum keeps it gentle, all smooth friction as he wants Jonghyun to feel every inch of him. It isn’t long before muted whines escape the back of Jonghyun’s throat with every push and pull. Kibum wishes he could hear his voice, touched-out and high like he’s heard it before, but now is not the time or place. He is more than content to watch how the older man bites his thick bottom lip, chewing it a vivid red while he fixes Kibum with a heady gaze, his body rocking with the motion of Kibum’s thrusts.
“Kibum!” his name comes out as a croaked whisper when he speeds up suddenly. Jonghyun struggles to stay quiet with the new pace, especially when Kibum untangles one of their hands to jerk him off in time. Jonghyun’s release comes in long spurts along with deep, quiet moans, and it has Kibum pressing his hips flush to his ass and circling slowly, grinding out his own orgasm.
Kibum pulls out unceremoniously and falls to Jonghyun’s side, leaving their hands joined. Jonghyun shifts beside him, turning towards him and resting their hands to his chest. The tips of his bangs are wet with sweat, his chest still heaving, but the look in his eyes is soft. Kibum wiggles closer and Jonghyun pecks him on the lips when they finally lie face to face, almost nose to nose. Kibum smiles, sated and feeling drowsiness tug at his eyelids once more in a strangely blissful way.
“We’re kind of filthy,” Jonghyun speaks, mirth in his tone. How he can sound so lively is beyond Kibum, who is rapidly losing the battle for consciousness.
“Don’t care,” Kibum mumbles, giving one last squeeze to Jonghyun’s hand, their matching silver bands a constant pressure against his skin, “you’re washing the sheets.”
|| A Matter of Celebration