We are stardust, we are gold; KRADAM
Title: We are stardust, we are gold
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: 772
Disclaimer: Both Adam and Kris belong to themselves [and eachother, but what else is new].
Summary: He looks so absolutely gorgeous the way he looks now; the sun making his skin glow, bringing out his eyes ever so perfectly-Adam just wants to lay him down on the floor and just look at Kris, right after taking practically a million of photographs (you can’t really blame him, though-this beauty needs to be shared with the general population!).
Author's Note: O hai, me again! Unlike I'd expected, I bring more. I hope you like it, and if you do-- you know the thrill. Comments make me happy. ♥
We are stardust, we are gold
It’s still early in the morning (well, early compared to what Adam’s used to-in fact, it’s 9.42am) when Adam crawls out of bed, his hair looking like a complete mess, and walks downstairs, wearing nothing but his shorts.
Now, it’s only Kris and him in this big mansion, so nobody really cares whether he’s just wearing shorts or parading through the house in his best plateau-shoes with glittery clothes and his hair dyed pink (not like that had ever been the case, but Adam might be willing to give the color a try sometime).
His feet stick to the floor when he walks down the tiled hall into the kitchen, and to his still sleep-hazed brain, the sticking of his feet to the floor makes the funniest noises; Adam can’t help but smile.
He walks into the kitchen, and at first, he doesn’t see it (his eyes are barely open, and it’s not like he expects anything like that), but as he turns around to check if Kris is already awake (it’s more to check if maybe Kris has made pancakes for Adam and if they’re already waiting for him, but Adam would never admit that), he’s greeted with something that nearly throws him off his feet.
Kris is standing close to the window, the sun shining through it highlighting every exposed part of his body (and there’s quite a lot to highlight; just like Adam, all Kris is wearing is a pair of boxers, and those are in fact riding very low on Kris’ hips) just right.
With his eyes closed, Kris has his arms thrown up into the air and does slow twists and turns, obviously not having heard Adam coming in-judging by the ear buds of his iPod in his ear.
His hips are grinding to music that only Kris can hear, and to Adam, this is probably the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Ever. In his whole life, even. Usually Kris is more reserved, shy even, and whenever his shirt rides up when he’s stretching, he pulls it back down, a light blush creeping over his face.
He looks so absolutely gorgeous the way he looks now; the sun making his skin glow, bringing out his eyes ever so perfectly-Adam just wants to lay him down on the floor and just look at Kris, right after taking practically a million of photographs (you can’t really blame him, though-this beauty needs to be shared with the general population!).
But instead he takes a step back and sits down on the counter to watch Kris from afar. The counter is far more comfortable than Adam had ever expected it, and this way, he can easily reach the glass of orange juice he’s already poured himself.
Kris is still twirling and swaying his hips, all with a smile on his face as his lips move along to the song. When he throws his head back, clearly putting his throat on expose, Adam can stand it no longer.
The urge to nip and suck on Kris’ collarbone gets unbearable, and he hops off the counter and joins Kris, pressing his body flush against Kris, his hips swaying and grinding in time with the younger man’s.
Kris whirls around, gasping in shock. “Adam, wha-?” But then his face relaxes into a mellow smile and he turns his back on Adam, arching back against him. “Didn’t think you were awake already.” He mumbles and almost starts purring when Adam places both his hands on Kris’ hips.
“Couldn’t sleep anymore-was too hot in my bed.” Adam bends forward and presses a delicate kiss to the top of Kris’ shoulder before whispering, “Can’t believe I almost missed out on this.”
Kris blinks up at him through his eyelashes, and there’s the expected blush on his cheeks. “It’s nothing special.” He mutters.
“This might not be special, but you are. Should’ve seen yourself-so fuckin’ gorgeous, I just want to eat you up…” Adam groans, grinding his hips harder against Kris’.
Kris whimpers when Adam’s finger found his nipples, lightly twisting and pinching them until they’re standing at attention.
By now, both Adam and Kris are painfully hard; it’s not longer a dance they’re dancing, but instead they’re just grinding against each other, trying to find it release.
When it’s not enough anymore, Adam picks Kris up and manhandles him upstairs into his bed, where he gently lays him down before they finally find some release; and when both of them come while Adam keeps on rocking his hips against Kris’ ever so slowly, teasingly, it feels like heaven on earth.
the end
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: 772
Disclaimer: Both Adam and Kris belong to themselves [and eachother, but what else is new].
Summary: He looks so absolutely gorgeous the way he looks now; the sun making his skin glow, bringing out his eyes ever so perfectly-Adam just wants to lay him down on the floor and just look at Kris, right after taking practically a million of photographs (you can’t really blame him, though-this beauty needs to be shared with the general population!).
Author's Note: O hai, me again! Unlike I'd expected, I bring more. I hope you like it, and if you do-- you know the thrill. Comments make me happy. ♥
We are stardust, we are gold
It’s still early in the morning (well, early compared to what Adam’s used to-in fact, it’s 9.42am) when Adam crawls out of bed, his hair looking like a complete mess, and walks downstairs, wearing nothing but his shorts.
Now, it’s only Kris and him in this big mansion, so nobody really cares whether he’s just wearing shorts or parading through the house in his best plateau-shoes with glittery clothes and his hair dyed pink (not like that had ever been the case, but Adam might be willing to give the color a try sometime).
His feet stick to the floor when he walks down the tiled hall into the kitchen, and to his still sleep-hazed brain, the sticking of his feet to the floor makes the funniest noises; Adam can’t help but smile.
He walks into the kitchen, and at first, he doesn’t see it (his eyes are barely open, and it’s not like he expects anything like that), but as he turns around to check if Kris is already awake (it’s more to check if maybe Kris has made pancakes for Adam and if they’re already waiting for him, but Adam would never admit that), he’s greeted with something that nearly throws him off his feet.
Kris is standing close to the window, the sun shining through it highlighting every exposed part of his body (and there’s quite a lot to highlight; just like Adam, all Kris is wearing is a pair of boxers, and those are in fact riding very low on Kris’ hips) just right.
With his eyes closed, Kris has his arms thrown up into the air and does slow twists and turns, obviously not having heard Adam coming in-judging by the ear buds of his iPod in his ear.
His hips are grinding to music that only Kris can hear, and to Adam, this is probably the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. Ever. In his whole life, even. Usually Kris is more reserved, shy even, and whenever his shirt rides up when he’s stretching, he pulls it back down, a light blush creeping over his face.
He looks so absolutely gorgeous the way he looks now; the sun making his skin glow, bringing out his eyes ever so perfectly-Adam just wants to lay him down on the floor and just look at Kris, right after taking practically a million of photographs (you can’t really blame him, though-this beauty needs to be shared with the general population!).
But instead he takes a step back and sits down on the counter to watch Kris from afar. The counter is far more comfortable than Adam had ever expected it, and this way, he can easily reach the glass of orange juice he’s already poured himself.
Kris is still twirling and swaying his hips, all with a smile on his face as his lips move along to the song. When he throws his head back, clearly putting his throat on expose, Adam can stand it no longer.
The urge to nip and suck on Kris’ collarbone gets unbearable, and he hops off the counter and joins Kris, pressing his body flush against Kris, his hips swaying and grinding in time with the younger man’s.
Kris whirls around, gasping in shock. “Adam, wha-?” But then his face relaxes into a mellow smile and he turns his back on Adam, arching back against him. “Didn’t think you were awake already.” He mumbles and almost starts purring when Adam places both his hands on Kris’ hips.
“Couldn’t sleep anymore-was too hot in my bed.” Adam bends forward and presses a delicate kiss to the top of Kris’ shoulder before whispering, “Can’t believe I almost missed out on this.”
Kris blinks up at him through his eyelashes, and there’s the expected blush on his cheeks. “It’s nothing special.” He mutters.
“This might not be special, but you are. Should’ve seen yourself-so fuckin’ gorgeous, I just want to eat you up…” Adam groans, grinding his hips harder against Kris’.
Kris whimpers when Adam’s finger found his nipples, lightly twisting and pinching them until they’re standing at attention.
By now, both Adam and Kris are painfully hard; it’s not longer a dance they’re dancing, but instead they’re just grinding against each other, trying to find it release.
When it’s not enough anymore, Adam picks Kris up and manhandles him upstairs into his bed, where he gently lays him down before they finally find some release; and when both of them come while Adam keeps on rocking his hips against Kris’ ever so slowly, teasingly, it feels like heaven on earth.
the end