Bright Darkness | Chapter One
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Drama
Summary: Kibum’s current relationship is lacking spice. To safe his relationship, he calls his boyfriend for an intimate phone conversation, but the one at the other side isn’t his boyfriend… It’s a boy called Jonghyun.
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A/N: After having this saved on my laptop for ages, I finally decided to upload it~ It is a fic I wrote on when I found my other stories (that I never uplaod >w<) not having enough action going on, haha. It will be around nine chapters, filled with smut and some romance. I hope you'll Enjoy!!
p.s. The beginning is inspired from a Korean movie 'My PS partner', but it will take a totally different direction soon.
~
Kibum sighed.
Was it so hard to be on time? It wasn’t like he asked the frog face the impossible.
- Be at our usual café at 12 o’clock.-
He hadn’t send it to him a quarter to twelve, or that it was an unusual time to be awake for the boy (who normally awoke around seven, even on Sundays, which it was now). Kibum was sure to push the send button at ten pm the night before. He was used to not receive a text back; he was sure that Minho never texted someone back, except for his beloved girlfriend. But even she couldn’t be the reason he didn’t show up at half past twelve, because she was in fucking China for the time being, studying the language. Also, usually Kibum wouldn’t be as frustrated like he was now, if it was just another meet up between old school friends, on those times he would just get irritated. This time it was an emergency. Not just a normal emergency, a huge one. One that was going on for a long time and wanted to keep it a secret for the world. But he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He wanted it to change. Minho wasn’t his best listening ear for this precise matter, but he was his best friend so he had to endure it.
Kibum tapped with his just manicured nail on the screen of his new bought smartphone, hoping the light would jump on with an explanation why he was still sitting alone at a table in the coffee shop.
It was quite busy. Almost nobody got duty to be on their work, so it was a perfect day to start in a cozy café, eating a delicious baguette with an ice cold frappuccino with the hot sun shining through the window. Not that you felt much of it, the air-conditioning was set on North Pole temperatures.
After another minute of waiting he pushed the button himself, unlocking his screen and pressing the contact book pictogram. He hissed when he saw it was still empty, he forgot to save all the old phone numbers on his SIMcard so, he had to dial the number himself, like it was a huge burden, he started to push every remembered number.
Just when he tapped the green phone, he heard the old intro theme of the A-team. He turned around to look in the incredible big eyes of his missing friend.
‘So, mister ‘I don’t have to be on time because’…?’ he asked discontented.
Minho rolled his eyes, already expecting what his best friends’ mode was today. ‘Yuri was online on Skype.’ Was his explanation when he sat down on the chair on the other side from the table.
A sigh. ‘So it was your evil girlfriend.’ He scoffed.
Minho chuckled. ‘You still find her evil? She is better than the most girls that you see parade around Seoul like they’re everything. You’ve met her. She is honest, nice, warmhearted and don’t forget a beauty.’ He defended her.
‘Since you met her you never come around to see me anymore. It’s like your whole past life is nothing compared to her.’ He saw Minho looking understandably at him.
‘I thought you didn’t need me as much now you are in a relationship yourself. And don’t look so sad. Just tell me why I had to come here.’ He asked him to lift the mood up.
Another sigh.
‘I know. I’m acting like a child.’ He tried to laugh it off. Minho didn’t need to know how lonely he felt, and that he really needed him the most at the moment.
But he also knew he could see right through him. Kibum never gave in with another; he would argue till his right was proven, even if he was wrong. But he had Minho’s attention now, seeing his already big eyes growing even a bit bigger, and sitting forward to let the elder know that he was going to listen to him.
Kibum’s corners of his lips lifted up a little; he had the best friend he could wish for.
‘There is something wrong, isn’t it?’ Minho asked with concern.
Kibum nodded, clutched his hands around his thin mobile a little tighter. He felt so stupid for letting him bug this so much as it did. He was probably making a big fuss over nothing.
When he wanted to speak up, a girl with a cute bun on her head showed up, asking for their order.
Minho told her to make a cappuccino, while Kibum ordered a latté -with extra latté-. She took their order with a big smile, and cleaned the already used cup from Kibum’s first order. When she walked away, hips swaying side to side, he caught Minho starring a second too long.
‘Minho!’ he exclaimed, his hand hitting the table hard to let the other tear away his gaze from the girls butt.
He saw that more than one person was looking at him strangely for making such a loud sound.
‘You have a girlfriend!’ he hissed through his closed tooth.
Minho was right earlier. Yuri was a nice girl, and had troubles with cheating boyfriends before. He knew Minho would never, and by never it was really never, cheat on her. He loved her too much to do that. But at this moment, thinking about things like this made him furious.
‘Gosh, Kibum. It was not like I was making out with her. If she was a guy you would do the same.’ Minho scoffed.
‘Maybe it’s just me, but I’m loyal. I don’t need to look at others.’ Kibum let himself fall backwards in the chair, back leaning against the wood.
‘Is he cheating on you?’ Minho asked when he saw tears filling his friends’ eyes.
Kibum’s head snapped up. ‘No. He can’t be. I would kill him if he did!’ he growled.
‘So it is about him?’
Kibum looked down again. Fiddling with his perfectly ironed tank top.
‘I know you don’t like it when I talk about gay stuff.’ He said slowly, not looking up again.
‘It’s not like I don’t like it. It’s just that I often can’t help you. But I will listen.’ He smiled, already forgot the accusation for looking at a girls butt.
‘So spill it.’
Now he had to tell him, he didn’t know how he should formulate it. After trying multiple sentences in his head he just opted for: ‘We don’t have sex anymore.’
He looked up to see the frog’s reaction. It looked like he was a little bit shocked. Of course he was shocked. If he came to him saying that his girlfriend wouldn’t allow his dick in her presence he probably would tell him to fuck off and ignore the rest of the filthy hetero things his friend was going to spill. He could understand him.
‘And you tell me this because…?’ his tone sounded nice. Like he was pushing him to tell him more about his problem, how awkward it may be.
‘I understand that after the one year mark you aren’t as active as the first months. But he ignores every attempt I do. He is busy with work, with his colleagues. The last excuse was that he had to take the dogs out.’ He said frustrated.
‘For how long?’ Kibum looked him in the eyes.
‘One month. The last time didn’t last longer than five minutes.’ Kibum was about to cry. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. When I don’t have college I cook for him, make breakfast, clean his house. I show so much affection to him, but he doesn’t even kiss me like before. I know he is busy with a major job, but does that mean that he is allowed to ignore me?’
‘Are you his housemaid or what? It sounds like you’re only doing chores.’ Minho muttered.
‘I’m starting to feel like it. But there is nothing else I can do. He is away most of the time, so that’s the only way I can show him I’m there.’
‘Did you do something to make him act like this?’ Minho asked, eyes focused in his lap that made it clear that he was thinking.
‘Nothing different than the past one and half year. Do you think that I’m doing something wrong?’ he pleaded.
Minho shook his head. ‘I think he is doing things wrongly. But it’s only your sex life? Does he act the same around you?’
Kibum nodded. ‘He still talks to me normally, it’s just that he is avoiding any physical contact.’
Kibum saw Minho biting his lip, a bit doubting if he should speak up.
‘Spill it, Choi.’ Kibum said when he stayed quiet.
‘I have no idea what you two do in bed, and I’m really not interested.’ Minho started. ‘But maybe there should be a change? Me and Yuri…’ he started to blush.
‘I’m also not very interested in what your business are under the sheets.’ He started before he got excipient details.
‘Just change things… Make it more exciting. Let him want you so bad that he… he can’t keep his hands off you.’
‘It seems you have something playing in your thoughts.’ Kibum smirked. Kibum would do anything to blow new life in his sex life. Literally.
‘Uhm… It’s just an idea. It works for me though.’ Minho looked a bit unsure about telling him. ‘Now she is away, she calls me sometimes.’
‘No shit, Sherlock.’ Kibum rolled his eyes and folded his arms before his chest.
‘Let me finish.’ He said irritated. ‘She does things while calling, and…’ he had to swallow.
Kibum saw him struggling with his imagination. He was really hoping for the younger that he wasn’t getting a boner on the spot.
‘Which things?’ Kibum asked suspicious. He probably knew where he was talking about, but he wanted to know for sure.
‘Like…touching herself. While she tells me what she does and… God why am I telling you this.’ The youngers face was completely red.
‘You two have phone sex?!’ he exclaimed, almost jumping out of his chair.
He saw Minho trying to silence him, but it was already too late, the girl that delivered their order almost dropped her tray after hearing the indecent word.
Minho stood up directly, helping her to get the cups from the plate onto the table, saying a thousand sorry’s and even bowed a couple of times. He sat not down until the girl walked away, her gaze somewhere else and flushed cheeks.
‘Why is our country so prude?’ Kibum asked watching the girl almost trip over some customer’s feet.
Minho wanted to reply on that, but Kibum talked further before he could be accused of something.
‘But do you think that it works? Won’t he hang up on me?’ He asked him agitated.
‘If you play it right, he won’t. And maybe he will get so excited that the next time you walk into his house he jumps upon you.’
Kibum smirked. ‘Just like you are going to do with Yuri I guess?’
‘Just drink your coffee.’ Minho blushed.
***
Would it really be this easy?
Call him, pleasing himself while the other was going to listen, and then he would get some? Would he really be that easy?
Kibum sat on his bed in his dorm. His mobile lied beside him, lifeless.
The soft sheets under him moved a little when he pulled his knees under his chin. Kibum loved sex, it was only natural. But he didn’t know if he was into these things, being distant of his lover while doing this. He got to into masturbating again since the last months. He was a boy, he really needed his release unlike his lover.
When he wanted to grab his phone, but he let it fall again.
He was making a fool of himself. He would just ask him what he was doing and would start talking about the weather. His boyfriend was way too serious; he probably wouldn’t even understand what he was trying to do.
There wasn’t much that could go wrong right? If he ignored him, he knew that he would stay dry for another amount of time. Maybe time would pass and his boyfriend would get desperate too.
Kibum took off his nerd glasses, which were more for a fashion statement than bad eyesight, and laid them on his nightstand.
He took his phone again from the sheets and dialed the number, holding it to his ear to hear the song that meant he wasn’t in contact with him yet.
‘Come on Kibum, be seductive.’ He whispered, holding up a fist as encouragement for himself.
When the song stopped he held his breath. He could do this. He was Kim Kibum, no one could resist him.
‘He-…’ Kibum stopped the other from speaking.
‘Stay silent, just enjoy.’ He bit his lip, god he was really going to do this.
‘B-…’
‘I said silent.’ He forgot the please. ‘I missed you today.’ He said softly, trying to add something sensual, to let him know this wasn’t going to be a normal day-to-day phone call.
He heard him trying to speak on the other side. Kibum knew he was very suborn, but this time he really started to get annoyed with the other.
‘I thought a lot about you. You know it’s almost out second year anniversary?’ Kibum chuckled low in his throat. ‘I have so many ideas we could do… At night.’
He heard the other line go silent. But not the phone silence with a beeping tone that signed the other hung up, but total silence. He was listening.
‘And I’m going to tell you exactly what I expect.’ He said breathy. He couldn’t believe that he was actually getting aroused at this moment, hearing noting more than a soft breath now and then on the other side of the line.
‘Since we’re kind of … lacking… things now, I don’t expect much. Just something satisfying, very satisfying…’ he let out a whimper when he touched himself through his clothes. ‘Maybe you could even be a romanticist for once, covering the bed with rose pedals or something.’ He smiled. He already knew that would never happen.
‘We could just start slowly, kissing, teasing, the normal things you know? When things get heated you could touch me, only my clothes between your eager hand and my cock.’ He raised the pressure on his groin, letting out a soft moan.
This was quite fun.
The breath on the other side started to get heavier. Like he needed water, very quickly.
‘But you know me, I can’t be teased for long.’ He sat up a bit, pushing his sweat pants down with one hand.
He only got it just under his buttocks, he should have planned this out, and using one hand was quite hard.
‘Because it will be our anniversary…Ah! You could do something different for once.’ His hand felt cold around his half hard one.
He was starting to shake, why hadn’t he thought of this earlier. The voice on the other side started to get desperate. This was working so well.
‘You know, you never sucked me before? You like that so much but I never get to experience it.’ He let out another moan when he started to give soft strokes to himself.
‘I know you probably won’t do that. You’re such a pussy with that. So I can just do it to you.’ His strokes got faster, just like his breathing. ‘I love how you pull at my hair, even when I can kill you afterwards because it got all messed up.’ He chuckled.
The other side of the line got noisy, there was a lot of creaking and hushed sounds. Kibum smiled lazily. He got him where he wanted him.
‘But I can’t be satisfied with just sucking you off.’ He moaned. ‘I need to be fucked before you can go back for your work.’ He let go of his cock, whining a little at the loose of touch. ‘Because you haven’t took the time last month I probably got very tight again. So we have to fix that first.’ Hurriedly he licked at two of his fingers, not caring that they were not slick enough, he was sure his fingers wouldn’t be any problem. When he inserted one he let out a loud moan. Loving the feeling of being stretched for the first time since long.
He heard a desperate moan on the other side, and some other noises. He knew exactly which sounds that where.
He couldn’t stop with making noises. It hurt a little to insert the second digit. He really needed to do it again. He totally forgot to talk when he stroked over his sweet spot. He laid his mobile against his ear, locking it between his cheek and shoulder so he had two free hands.
It wasn’t really a convenient position, but he could manage. Especially when he got rewarded with a loud moan from the other side.
‘And of course…’ he had to take a new breath. ‘When I’m prepared enough you would fuck me.’
‘Fuck.’ A breathless voice on the other side exclaimed.
Kibum was started to pump himself faster than before, feeling his release building up in the pit of his stomach.
Somewhere in his head he heard a voice telling him that he should talk, what the whole purpose of this was. But Kibum couldn’t get anything out of his throat except for desperate moans.
‘I…ah, I’m coming.’ He warned his lover.
When the whit liquid spurted over his abdomen he let himself fall sideways on his bed, his phone falling to the side.
His for head rested on his pillow, waiting for his breath to come back.
While he was still experiencing some waves of pleasure, he searched for the phone. - Cleaning his hand first on the sheets.- smiling when he heard another moan, and the stopping of ruffled sounds. He had made him come too.
Kibum smiled, a little proud of knowing what he could do with only his voice.
‘Did you like the surprise?’ he asked when the breath steadied itself. He couldn’t suppress a smile. Next time he was going to see him he was so getting laid.
‘I surely did, but can I ask you why I got this pleasure?’ the man chuckled.
Kibum eyes grew. His state of enchantment blown away within a second. ‘Fuck.’ He hissed. This time not sensual or willing, but distressed. This man was definitely not his boyfriend. ‘Sorry.’ He whined. Pushing the red button on the led screen. He threw his beloved phone away.
Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen!
‘How could I be so stupid!’ he cried, hands locking in his hear -not even realizing they were dirty-. ‘Why didn’t I made sure he was it.’ He whined.
He rolled from the bed, landing on the ground in a messed up puddle of human. ‘How am I going to look him in the eyes?’ Kibum muttered, tears streaming down his cheeks from embarrassment.
He got on his feet, giving thought about pulling his pants up before he started to jump, shacking his hands to let out the stress. He didn’t have to know about this. If he never told anyone it would be a secret.
‘Why has this to happen to me?’ he whined, hitting himself on his head.
He crouched down, his hands folded before his face. There was nothing wrong.
Nothing.
Except for a ringing phone.
Accurate Visits
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, Drama
Summary: Kibum’s current relationship is lacking spice. To safe his relationship, he calls his boyfriend for an intimate phone conversation, but the one at the other side isn’t his boyfriend… It’s a boy called Jonghyun.
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A/N: After having this saved on my laptop for ages, I finally decided to upload it~ It is a fic I wrote on when I found my other stories (that I never uplaod >w<) not having enough action going on, haha. It will be around nine chapters, filled with smut and some romance. I hope you'll Enjoy!!
p.s. The beginning is inspired from a Korean movie 'My PS partner', but it will take a totally different direction soon.
~
Kibum sighed.
Was it so hard to be on time? It wasn’t like he asked the frog face the impossible.
- Be at our usual café at 12 o’clock.-
He hadn’t send it to him a quarter to twelve, or that it was an unusual time to be awake for the boy (who normally awoke around seven, even on Sundays, which it was now). Kibum was sure to push the send button at ten pm the night before. He was used to not receive a text back; he was sure that Minho never texted someone back, except for his beloved girlfriend. But even she couldn’t be the reason he didn’t show up at half past twelve, because she was in fucking China for the time being, studying the language. Also, usually Kibum wouldn’t be as frustrated like he was now, if it was just another meet up between old school friends, on those times he would just get irritated. This time it was an emergency. Not just a normal emergency, a huge one. One that was going on for a long time and wanted to keep it a secret for the world. But he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He wanted it to change. Minho wasn’t his best listening ear for this precise matter, but he was his best friend so he had to endure it.
Kibum tapped with his just manicured nail on the screen of his new bought smartphone, hoping the light would jump on with an explanation why he was still sitting alone at a table in the coffee shop.
It was quite busy. Almost nobody got duty to be on their work, so it was a perfect day to start in a cozy café, eating a delicious baguette with an ice cold frappuccino with the hot sun shining through the window. Not that you felt much of it, the air-conditioning was set on North Pole temperatures.
After another minute of waiting he pushed the button himself, unlocking his screen and pressing the contact book pictogram. He hissed when he saw it was still empty, he forgot to save all the old phone numbers on his SIMcard so, he had to dial the number himself, like it was a huge burden, he started to push every remembered number.
Just when he tapped the green phone, he heard the old intro theme of the A-team. He turned around to look in the incredible big eyes of his missing friend.
‘So, mister ‘I don’t have to be on time because’…?’ he asked discontented.
Minho rolled his eyes, already expecting what his best friends’ mode was today. ‘Yuri was online on Skype.’ Was his explanation when he sat down on the chair on the other side from the table.
A sigh. ‘So it was your evil girlfriend.’ He scoffed.
Minho chuckled. ‘You still find her evil? She is better than the most girls that you see parade around Seoul like they’re everything. You’ve met her. She is honest, nice, warmhearted and don’t forget a beauty.’ He defended her.
‘Since you met her you never come around to see me anymore. It’s like your whole past life is nothing compared to her.’ He saw Minho looking understandably at him.
‘I thought you didn’t need me as much now you are in a relationship yourself. And don’t look so sad. Just tell me why I had to come here.’ He asked him to lift the mood up.
Another sigh.
‘I know. I’m acting like a child.’ He tried to laugh it off. Minho didn’t need to know how lonely he felt, and that he really needed him the most at the moment.
But he also knew he could see right through him. Kibum never gave in with another; he would argue till his right was proven, even if he was wrong. But he had Minho’s attention now, seeing his already big eyes growing even a bit bigger, and sitting forward to let the elder know that he was going to listen to him.
Kibum’s corners of his lips lifted up a little; he had the best friend he could wish for.
‘There is something wrong, isn’t it?’ Minho asked with concern.
Kibum nodded, clutched his hands around his thin mobile a little tighter. He felt so stupid for letting him bug this so much as it did. He was probably making a big fuss over nothing.
When he wanted to speak up, a girl with a cute bun on her head showed up, asking for their order.
Minho told her to make a cappuccino, while Kibum ordered a latté -with extra latté-. She took their order with a big smile, and cleaned the already used cup from Kibum’s first order. When she walked away, hips swaying side to side, he caught Minho starring a second too long.
‘Minho!’ he exclaimed, his hand hitting the table hard to let the other tear away his gaze from the girls butt.
He saw that more than one person was looking at him strangely for making such a loud sound.
‘You have a girlfriend!’ he hissed through his closed tooth.
Minho was right earlier. Yuri was a nice girl, and had troubles with cheating boyfriends before. He knew Minho would never, and by never it was really never, cheat on her. He loved her too much to do that. But at this moment, thinking about things like this made him furious.
‘Gosh, Kibum. It was not like I was making out with her. If she was a guy you would do the same.’ Minho scoffed.
‘Maybe it’s just me, but I’m loyal. I don’t need to look at others.’ Kibum let himself fall backwards in the chair, back leaning against the wood.
‘Is he cheating on you?’ Minho asked when he saw tears filling his friends’ eyes.
Kibum’s head snapped up. ‘No. He can’t be. I would kill him if he did!’ he growled.
‘So it is about him?’
Kibum looked down again. Fiddling with his perfectly ironed tank top.
‘I know you don’t like it when I talk about gay stuff.’ He said slowly, not looking up again.
‘It’s not like I don’t like it. It’s just that I often can’t help you. But I will listen.’ He smiled, already forgot the accusation for looking at a girls butt.
‘So spill it.’
Now he had to tell him, he didn’t know how he should formulate it. After trying multiple sentences in his head he just opted for: ‘We don’t have sex anymore.’
He looked up to see the frog’s reaction. It looked like he was a little bit shocked. Of course he was shocked. If he came to him saying that his girlfriend wouldn’t allow his dick in her presence he probably would tell him to fuck off and ignore the rest of the filthy hetero things his friend was going to spill. He could understand him.
‘And you tell me this because…?’ his tone sounded nice. Like he was pushing him to tell him more about his problem, how awkward it may be.
‘I understand that after the one year mark you aren’t as active as the first months. But he ignores every attempt I do. He is busy with work, with his colleagues. The last excuse was that he had to take the dogs out.’ He said frustrated.
‘For how long?’ Kibum looked him in the eyes.
‘One month. The last time didn’t last longer than five minutes.’ Kibum was about to cry. ‘I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. When I don’t have college I cook for him, make breakfast, clean his house. I show so much affection to him, but he doesn’t even kiss me like before. I know he is busy with a major job, but does that mean that he is allowed to ignore me?’
‘Are you his housemaid or what? It sounds like you’re only doing chores.’ Minho muttered.
‘I’m starting to feel like it. But there is nothing else I can do. He is away most of the time, so that’s the only way I can show him I’m there.’
‘Did you do something to make him act like this?’ Minho asked, eyes focused in his lap that made it clear that he was thinking.
‘Nothing different than the past one and half year. Do you think that I’m doing something wrong?’ he pleaded.
Minho shook his head. ‘I think he is doing things wrongly. But it’s only your sex life? Does he act the same around you?’
Kibum nodded. ‘He still talks to me normally, it’s just that he is avoiding any physical contact.’
Kibum saw Minho biting his lip, a bit doubting if he should speak up.
‘Spill it, Choi.’ Kibum said when he stayed quiet.
‘I have no idea what you two do in bed, and I’m really not interested.’ Minho started. ‘But maybe there should be a change? Me and Yuri…’ he started to blush.
‘I’m also not very interested in what your business are under the sheets.’ He started before he got excipient details.
‘Just change things… Make it more exciting. Let him want you so bad that he… he can’t keep his hands off you.’
‘It seems you have something playing in your thoughts.’ Kibum smirked. Kibum would do anything to blow new life in his sex life. Literally.
‘Uhm… It’s just an idea. It works for me though.’ Minho looked a bit unsure about telling him. ‘Now she is away, she calls me sometimes.’
‘No shit, Sherlock.’ Kibum rolled his eyes and folded his arms before his chest.
‘Let me finish.’ He said irritated. ‘She does things while calling, and…’ he had to swallow.
Kibum saw him struggling with his imagination. He was really hoping for the younger that he wasn’t getting a boner on the spot.
‘Which things?’ Kibum asked suspicious. He probably knew where he was talking about, but he wanted to know for sure.
‘Like…touching herself. While she tells me what she does and… God why am I telling you this.’ The youngers face was completely red.
‘You two have phone sex?!’ he exclaimed, almost jumping out of his chair.
He saw Minho trying to silence him, but it was already too late, the girl that delivered their order almost dropped her tray after hearing the indecent word.
Minho stood up directly, helping her to get the cups from the plate onto the table, saying a thousand sorry’s and even bowed a couple of times. He sat not down until the girl walked away, her gaze somewhere else and flushed cheeks.
‘Why is our country so prude?’ Kibum asked watching the girl almost trip over some customer’s feet.
Minho wanted to reply on that, but Kibum talked further before he could be accused of something.
‘But do you think that it works? Won’t he hang up on me?’ He asked him agitated.
‘If you play it right, he won’t. And maybe he will get so excited that the next time you walk into his house he jumps upon you.’
Kibum smirked. ‘Just like you are going to do with Yuri I guess?’
‘Just drink your coffee.’ Minho blushed.
***
Would it really be this easy?
Call him, pleasing himself while the other was going to listen, and then he would get some? Would he really be that easy?
Kibum sat on his bed in his dorm. His mobile lied beside him, lifeless.
The soft sheets under him moved a little when he pulled his knees under his chin. Kibum loved sex, it was only natural. But he didn’t know if he was into these things, being distant of his lover while doing this. He got to into masturbating again since the last months. He was a boy, he really needed his release unlike his lover.
When he wanted to grab his phone, but he let it fall again.
He was making a fool of himself. He would just ask him what he was doing and would start talking about the weather. His boyfriend was way too serious; he probably wouldn’t even understand what he was trying to do.
There wasn’t much that could go wrong right? If he ignored him, he knew that he would stay dry for another amount of time. Maybe time would pass and his boyfriend would get desperate too.
Kibum took off his nerd glasses, which were more for a fashion statement than bad eyesight, and laid them on his nightstand.
He took his phone again from the sheets and dialed the number, holding it to his ear to hear the song that meant he wasn’t in contact with him yet.
‘Come on Kibum, be seductive.’ He whispered, holding up a fist as encouragement for himself.
When the song stopped he held his breath. He could do this. He was Kim Kibum, no one could resist him.
‘He-…’ Kibum stopped the other from speaking.
‘Stay silent, just enjoy.’ He bit his lip, god he was really going to do this.
‘B-…’
‘I said silent.’ He forgot the please. ‘I missed you today.’ He said softly, trying to add something sensual, to let him know this wasn’t going to be a normal day-to-day phone call.
He heard him trying to speak on the other side. Kibum knew he was very suborn, but this time he really started to get annoyed with the other.
‘I thought a lot about you. You know it’s almost out second year anniversary?’ Kibum chuckled low in his throat. ‘I have so many ideas we could do… At night.’
He heard the other line go silent. But not the phone silence with a beeping tone that signed the other hung up, but total silence. He was listening.
‘And I’m going to tell you exactly what I expect.’ He said breathy. He couldn’t believe that he was actually getting aroused at this moment, hearing noting more than a soft breath now and then on the other side of the line.
‘Since we’re kind of … lacking… things now, I don’t expect much. Just something satisfying, very satisfying…’ he let out a whimper when he touched himself through his clothes. ‘Maybe you could even be a romanticist for once, covering the bed with rose pedals or something.’ He smiled. He already knew that would never happen.
‘We could just start slowly, kissing, teasing, the normal things you know? When things get heated you could touch me, only my clothes between your eager hand and my cock.’ He raised the pressure on his groin, letting out a soft moan.
This was quite fun.
The breath on the other side started to get heavier. Like he needed water, very quickly.
‘But you know me, I can’t be teased for long.’ He sat up a bit, pushing his sweat pants down with one hand.
He only got it just under his buttocks, he should have planned this out, and using one hand was quite hard.
‘Because it will be our anniversary…Ah! You could do something different for once.’ His hand felt cold around his half hard one.
He was starting to shake, why hadn’t he thought of this earlier. The voice on the other side started to get desperate. This was working so well.
‘You know, you never sucked me before? You like that so much but I never get to experience it.’ He let out another moan when he started to give soft strokes to himself.
‘I know you probably won’t do that. You’re such a pussy with that. So I can just do it to you.’ His strokes got faster, just like his breathing. ‘I love how you pull at my hair, even when I can kill you afterwards because it got all messed up.’ He chuckled.
The other side of the line got noisy, there was a lot of creaking and hushed sounds. Kibum smiled lazily. He got him where he wanted him.
‘But I can’t be satisfied with just sucking you off.’ He moaned. ‘I need to be fucked before you can go back for your work.’ He let go of his cock, whining a little at the loose of touch. ‘Because you haven’t took the time last month I probably got very tight again. So we have to fix that first.’ Hurriedly he licked at two of his fingers, not caring that they were not slick enough, he was sure his fingers wouldn’t be any problem. When he inserted one he let out a loud moan. Loving the feeling of being stretched for the first time since long.
He heard a desperate moan on the other side, and some other noises. He knew exactly which sounds that where.
He couldn’t stop with making noises. It hurt a little to insert the second digit. He really needed to do it again. He totally forgot to talk when he stroked over his sweet spot. He laid his mobile against his ear, locking it between his cheek and shoulder so he had two free hands.
It wasn’t really a convenient position, but he could manage. Especially when he got rewarded with a loud moan from the other side.
‘And of course…’ he had to take a new breath. ‘When I’m prepared enough you would fuck me.’
‘Fuck.’ A breathless voice on the other side exclaimed.
Kibum was started to pump himself faster than before, feeling his release building up in the pit of his stomach.
Somewhere in his head he heard a voice telling him that he should talk, what the whole purpose of this was. But Kibum couldn’t get anything out of his throat except for desperate moans.
‘I…ah, I’m coming.’ He warned his lover.
When the whit liquid spurted over his abdomen he let himself fall sideways on his bed, his phone falling to the side.
His for head rested on his pillow, waiting for his breath to come back.
While he was still experiencing some waves of pleasure, he searched for the phone. - Cleaning his hand first on the sheets.- smiling when he heard another moan, and the stopping of ruffled sounds. He had made him come too.
Kibum smiled, a little proud of knowing what he could do with only his voice.
‘Did you like the surprise?’ he asked when the breath steadied itself. He couldn’t suppress a smile. Next time he was going to see him he was so getting laid.
‘I surely did, but can I ask you why I got this pleasure?’ the man chuckled.
Kibum eyes grew. His state of enchantment blown away within a second. ‘Fuck.’ He hissed. This time not sensual or willing, but distressed. This man was definitely not his boyfriend. ‘Sorry.’ He whined. Pushing the red button on the led screen. He threw his beloved phone away.
Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen!
‘How could I be so stupid!’ he cried, hands locking in his hear -not even realizing they were dirty-. ‘Why didn’t I made sure he was it.’ He whined.
He rolled from the bed, landing on the ground in a messed up puddle of human. ‘How am I going to look him in the eyes?’ Kibum muttered, tears streaming down his cheeks from embarrassment.
He got on his feet, giving thought about pulling his pants up before he started to jump, shacking his hands to let out the stress. He didn’t have to know about this. If he never told anyone it would be a secret.
‘Why has this to happen to me?’ he whined, hitting himself on his head.
He crouched down, his hands folded before his face. There was nothing wrong.
Nothing.
Except for a ringing phone.
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