Senses
Title: Senses
Author mahluvispain
Pairing: KaiSoo
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Disclaimer i own them don't own them, T_T
A/N: first exo fanfic yayyy enjoy ^^
Kyungsoo is not addicted to sex. He is sure of it.
He does not crave for pleasure. He does not seek the thrill or the romance of making love.
However, Kyungsoo is sure of one thing. He mused as he watched the man in the form of Jongin trace the buttons of his own shirt, fingers fluid and gentle.
I'm addicted to you.
Dark skin all but timidly exposed, a complement of the dim light surrounding them. Kyungsoo’s wide eyes observed the muscles in the other’s shoulders ripple, growing taut as the loose but nevertheless constricting fabric slides down and drops on the floor. A soft crack breaks the silence as Jongin tosses his head back and to the sides, a habit Kyungsoo found endearing for it gives him at least more seconds to admire that beautiful neck, stretching at a height great enough to nest the face he had ever, and will ever worship in his life.
The way Jongin dips his head ever so lightly into Kyungsoo’s neck like it is something fragile drives him insane. His whispers leave burns in the older man’s skin, like fire trailing into an infinite path of bliss carving its way deep into his flesh whilst in contrast to those lips-- so tender that the mere touch of it can only be described as soft as a feather from an angel’s wing.
If oxygen is what Kyungsoo needs to keep breathing, then Jongin’s scent is his oxygen. It is not sweet, nor is it fragrant; not musky, nor is it earthy; and most certainly not stale-- it’s Jongin. The smell is Jongin alone and forever Kyungsoo knows that he breathes him in. He lets it diffuse in his veins and into his lungs. Into his brain, sending signals to the rest of his body and reminding him that he is living. It makes his hands travel, wandering the planes of Jongin’s back, his arms. The air would eventually reach his heart. Jongin keeps him alive.
Kyungsoo makes it sure that he never misses a beat of Jongin’s heart. He keeps his palm at rest on his sculpted chest; a rhythm, a private tune composed only for his ears and only for their dance. It reaches its completion the moment either of them, it never mattered who, lets out a soft moan or a hum and it becomes a song. It begins as a tactus, a slow tempo, their noises and movements nothing but musical, all the while shall a rise and fall; crescendos and decrescendos.
Kyungsoo has a passion for food. Possessing an adventurous palate, he is bold when it comes to trying all kinds of flavors. Jongin is his favorite flavor. With his taste unlike any other, Jongin is satiation for Kyungsoo. No space was spared whenever they close the gap between them. Their lips serving as the only connection for them to be considered as one. Overflowing essences stimulates their tongues, pleasing the urges at the same time igniting it further.
It always concludes with a grunt, a soft scream, both of them chanting each other’s name as if it is a spell that would force to bind them closer than they already are. Their song continues to play, pleasantries as lyrics being exchanged, peppered with hints of exhaustion but always with a breath of passion. Tender embraces are shared and Jongin smiles, sending gentle warmth to Kyungsoo’s trembling form while an aura of calmness envelopes the lovers like a halo.
Jongin is tired.
Kyungsoo is tired.
Kyungsoo is satisfied and he knows that not for long, he shall crave for it once more and shall crave for it as long as he lives. Because he is not addicted to sex. He is addicted to Jongin.
----------------
my first exo fic i hope you enjoyed it ;u; its kinda like a test run. i've been inspired by so many fanfics ahaha
you can comment and criticize all u want lol thanks for reading it!! ^^
Author mahluvispain
Pairing: KaiSoo
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Disclaimer i own them don't own them, T_T
A/N: first exo fanfic yayyy enjoy ^^
Kyungsoo is not addicted to sex. He is sure of it.
He does not crave for pleasure. He does not seek the thrill or the romance of making love.
However, Kyungsoo is sure of one thing. He mused as he watched the man in the form of Jongin trace the buttons of his own shirt, fingers fluid and gentle.
I'm addicted to you.
Dark skin all but timidly exposed, a complement of the dim light surrounding them. Kyungsoo’s wide eyes observed the muscles in the other’s shoulders ripple, growing taut as the loose but nevertheless constricting fabric slides down and drops on the floor. A soft crack breaks the silence as Jongin tosses his head back and to the sides, a habit Kyungsoo found endearing for it gives him at least more seconds to admire that beautiful neck, stretching at a height great enough to nest the face he had ever, and will ever worship in his life.
The way Jongin dips his head ever so lightly into Kyungsoo’s neck like it is something fragile drives him insane. His whispers leave burns in the older man’s skin, like fire trailing into an infinite path of bliss carving its way deep into his flesh whilst in contrast to those lips-- so tender that the mere touch of it can only be described as soft as a feather from an angel’s wing.
If oxygen is what Kyungsoo needs to keep breathing, then Jongin’s scent is his oxygen. It is not sweet, nor is it fragrant; not musky, nor is it earthy; and most certainly not stale-- it’s Jongin. The smell is Jongin alone and forever Kyungsoo knows that he breathes him in. He lets it diffuse in his veins and into his lungs. Into his brain, sending signals to the rest of his body and reminding him that he is living. It makes his hands travel, wandering the planes of Jongin’s back, his arms. The air would eventually reach his heart. Jongin keeps him alive.
Kyungsoo makes it sure that he never misses a beat of Jongin’s heart. He keeps his palm at rest on his sculpted chest; a rhythm, a private tune composed only for his ears and only for their dance. It reaches its completion the moment either of them, it never mattered who, lets out a soft moan or a hum and it becomes a song. It begins as a tactus, a slow tempo, their noises and movements nothing but musical, all the while shall a rise and fall; crescendos and decrescendos.
Kyungsoo has a passion for food. Possessing an adventurous palate, he is bold when it comes to trying all kinds of flavors. Jongin is his favorite flavor. With his taste unlike any other, Jongin is satiation for Kyungsoo. No space was spared whenever they close the gap between them. Their lips serving as the only connection for them to be considered as one. Overflowing essences stimulates their tongues, pleasing the urges at the same time igniting it further.
It always concludes with a grunt, a soft scream, both of them chanting each other’s name as if it is a spell that would force to bind them closer than they already are. Their song continues to play, pleasantries as lyrics being exchanged, peppered with hints of exhaustion but always with a breath of passion. Tender embraces are shared and Jongin smiles, sending gentle warmth to Kyungsoo’s trembling form while an aura of calmness envelopes the lovers like a halo.
Jongin is tired.
Kyungsoo is tired.
Kyungsoo is satisfied and he knows that not for long, he shall crave for it once more and shall crave for it as long as he lives. Because he is not addicted to sex. He is addicted to Jongin.
----------------
my first exo fic i hope you enjoyed it ;u; its kinda like a test run. i've been inspired by so many fanfics ahaha
you can comment and criticize all u want lol thanks for reading it!! ^^