Crave
Title: Crave (for you)
Pairing: Kai/D.O
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,735 words
Warnings: casual sex with a lllot of dialog, cuff-mask-blindfold-sweater
Summary: Curiosity killed Jongin when he tried on his new stage props.
Jongin took a brown package from their art directors sitting on the living room table, glaringly labeled, “KAI’S PROPS DO NOT TOUCH”. He closed his bedroom’s door, sat on his bed, and was amazed at how his life never ceased to surprise him. He’d been tied in a straitjacket, put in an inconspicuous sex harness, bent over sideways, and praised beyond Zeus, all for the sake of fulfilling his calling for dance.
Jongin tried to forget how bored he was waiting for Kyungsoo to go home from one of the actors’ social functions his favorite tiny had to attend. He checked the contents of his new box: a real, metal handcuff, a venetian mask, a cape, two red lipsticks, Dior sunglasses, another trench coat, and two blank frames. They maybe wanted him to become Zorro next time.
“Ooh, lookie,” he said to himself, pulling out a black sweater that would definitely stick onto his figure-again. He took his old t-shirt off and tried on the sweater, liking the feel of it on his body, then he put on the sunglasses, and smiled, laughing at himself because he felt like cosplaying Man in Black.
Jongin put on the handcuffs and fastened them, knowing that these stage props could always be opened later with the button at the back.
Now he felt like a stupidly cool felon.
He twisted his wrist to feel his other wrist, looking for the button, and gasped when he couldn’t find it.
“Oh no.”
Then he started looking frantically for it, regretting his stupidity for putting on a handcuff he could never open. His career would end for being a strange man cuffing himself into abnormalty, and he would be shunned by the showbiz forever.
The door opened, and his hair stood like fur on a frightened cat.
“Jongin, seriously?”
Kyungsoo, still perfectly bundled up from the cold outside and smelling like the car’s air freshener, mused at the scene. He closed the door and had the nerve to laugh at how stupid Jongin looked.
“Don’t they have those buttons behind the wrists?” Kyungsoo said, taking off his winter coat and scarf drowning his tiny body, putting them on the bed. He looked sharp in a tuxedo tonight.
“These don’t,” Jongin said to the cuffs, mortified. He took off his sunglasses. Kyungsoo sat beside him and examined Jongin’s cuffed wrists to look for the unlock button.
“Do you still want to,” Kyungsoo cocked his head to the side meaningfully, “later?”
“Yeah, of course,” Jongin said. “That’s what I waited for so long I got bored and locked myself into.”
Kyungsoo scoffed. “Cutie.” He pinched Jongin’s short nose. Having given up, he finally looked into the box. “You look good in that sweater,” Kyungsoo complimented. “Is that yours?”
“It’s from the box,” Jongin said, looking at whatever Kyungsoo’s looking at. The sweater was thin and sticky, making it more like a long-john than a sweater despite it having those ridged lines.
“I can’t find it,” Kyungsoo said, looking up from the box finally. He stood up and went to his bed to take the eye cover for whenever Chanyeol decided to stay up in the room till dawn. He put it on Jongin, and covered it with the venetian mask. “Let’s just start now,” Kyungsoo said and tugged the cufflink. “It’s gonna be something new, isn’t it?”
Jongin couldn’t process or see what Kyungsoo meant until he tried pulling his wrists apart and Kyungsoo gave him a closed kiss before kissing his jaw, then his neck. “You’re seriously doing this.” Jongin half-protested.
“I mean-I know you would not mind, would you?”
“N…no?”
“I’m kissing you,” Kyungsoo announced before dipping in.
Jongin writhed when Kyungsoo slid both hands firmly down his back. He instinctively reached for Kyungsoo’s shoulders, almost looking like wanting to strangle Kyungsoo with his bound hands. The sweater looked perfect around Jongin’s upper arm.
“You look fucking hot with the sweater and Zorro mask, if only you didn’t cuff yourself like this,” Kyungsoo praised, and Jongin laughed into the kiss. When he wanted to hug Kyungsoo, he accidentally did choke him, then he kissed him again.
“You’re still in your suit, right?” Jongin asked, not being able to see.
“I very well am.”
Jongin was hard already by the time Kyungsoo laid him down and took off his pants.
“Do you want to just get it over with, or?” Kyungsoo offered.
“I’m down with whatever you’re gonna do to me,” Jongin shrugged casually in the dark, his fingers tapping on his tummy. “-that sounds cheesy,” he said in an afterthought.
“Okay,” Kyungsoo replied and took Jongin’s dick calmly.
Jongin groaned loudly. He hadn’t expected Kyungsoo to put the dick in his mouth when Kyungsoo had grabbed it. Kyungsoo gave head like a champ. Jongin could feel Kyungsoo sliding back before swallowing him all the way again, sucking and moving in slow glides and going faster whenever Jongin least expected.
Kyungsoo pulled away and Jongin immediately touched himself without command, liking the sensation too much to want it to stop.
Kyungsoo went off the bed and took his lube and condom before slicking up his fingers. He got even harder when he saw Jongin, in a fitting sweater, half-mask, and handcuffs, with mouth wide open enjoying himself jacking off.
Kyungsoo sat on the bed again when Jongin had to stop himself from coming, face so wrecked as he kept one hand on his dick, having his first dry orgasm. He knew Kyungsoo would have way more in store.
“Thanks for not coming for me, that’s very considerate of you.”
Jongin didn’t have half the mind to respond, mind still buzzing and short-circuiting, dick still fucking hard.
Kyungsoo slid in the tip of his pointer and middle finger into Jongin’s ass.
“Ah-can I just have one first?”
“That’s gonna take too long,” Kyungsoo said, still drilling his way deeper, slowly. He stilled when his fingers were all the way. A few seconds later, Jongin suddenly moaned.
“What?” Kyungsoo asked, not having felt like he had moved at all. Jongin moaned again when he twisted his wrist slightly. Kyungsoo started moving his hand then.
“Nothing,” Jongin said, now enjoying the fingerfucking. “I was just imagining-“ his jaw dropped, “do that again.-yes…”
“You were just imagining..?”
“You on top of me fucking me all the way.”
“Phew,” Kyungsoo whistled. “Sounds like something I want to do right now.”
Jongin laughed.
“Are you ready?”
“Not yet. I still like this.”
“Hold on,” Kyungsoo said, then he took out his hand and put more lube on it, before sliding back in, this time going in and out persistently. Jongin hummed in contentment. “Do it yourself,” Kyungsoo said, taking both Jongin’s hands and the lube. “Left hand or right hand?”
“Right hand,” Jongin said. Kyungsoo slicked up Jongin’s fingers before putting Jongin’s hand down there, and Kyungsoo laid back and started stroking his own cock, not being able to hold it anymore. He moaned.
“Fuck,” Kyungsoo said to himself. Jongin looked so hot in all that getup. “Can I go in yet?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo hissed. He took off all his clothing, wanting to feel everything straight on his skin.
Jongin took out his fingers, and his other hand fondling his ass cheek, to wait for Kyungsoo, who finally aligned himself and plunged in in one stroke. The both of them moaned.
Kyungsoo didn’t wait any longer before he moved his hips, pushing his dick in and out of Jongin. He put his elbows above Jongin’s shoulders on the bed, and went in as deep as he could and pulled out again, before he asked as he was fucking, “Is this what you wanted earlier?”
Jongin’s mouth was slack as he nodded, moaning, and moaning even harder when Kyungsoo moved at that certain angle. Kyungsoo kissed him, liking the coarseness of Jongin’s sweater on his nipples. Jongin liked the additional tongue action when fucking. He moved both his wrists and started touching himself, making his asshole clench around Kyungsoo’s dick. Kyungsoo moved only slightly faster, not losing rhythm yet, and he leaned on the pillow, beside Jongin’s ear, panting. Groaning.
Kyungsoo was still moving when he moved a hand to feel Jongin down, stopping to caress and tweak Jongin’s nipple, making Jongin groan. Jongin’s hand moved faster on his own dick, and Kyungsoo fucked faster in and out of him, the both of them groaning at how good it felt and how good they must’ve looked if someone were to see it. Jongin moaned.
“You look fucking hot doing this,” Kyungsoo whispered, and groaned into the pillow, and Jongin threw his head back, making his wrist slide as fast as it could, before he finally came silently, making Kyungsoo groan at the clenching and at the come on his body. He smeared the semen all over the costume black sweater with his own movements.
Jongin moaned as Kyungsoo fucked him hard through his orgasm, brain well-fried, amazed at how Kyungsoo managed to last so long.
“Jongin,” he groaned, nipping on Jongin’s ear. “Jongin, Jongin.”
The fast thrusts stopped and slowed down into slow snaps. Jongin exhaled as he felt the warmth of Kyungsoo’s cum inside of him. Kyungsoo panted, still fucking it away slowly for a little while.
The both of them panted, and Kyungsoo fell on top of Jongin, exhausted. He hummed into Jongin’s ear.
They waited a while, until Kyungsoo pulled out and tied the condom. Jongin could hear keys chiming, and before he knew it, Kyungsoo was unlocking the cuffs.
“You had the keys the whole time?” Jongin said through all the breathing.
“Found it at the very bottom of the box. You wouldn’t have seen it.”
Jongin smiled his laughter and took off both the mask and the eye cover. He sighed.
“That was good.” Jongin said, still catching his breath.
“That was.” Kyungsoo smiled and put everything but the sweater back into KAI’S PROPS DO NOT TOUCH. “Do you have an outfit like that?”
“I have a white sweater like this, not a black one,” Jongin said, then he scrunched his eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you want to fuck me in a sweater again.”
“I wouldn’t tell you,” Kyungsoo said, and put the box aside on the floor before plopping on the bed beside Jongin. “I would just do it.”
Pairing: Kai/D.O
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,735 words
Warnings: casual sex with a lllot of dialog, cuff-mask-blindfold-sweater
Summary: Curiosity killed Jongin when he tried on his new stage props.
Jongin took a brown package from their art directors sitting on the living room table, glaringly labeled, “KAI’S PROPS DO NOT TOUCH”. He closed his bedroom’s door, sat on his bed, and was amazed at how his life never ceased to surprise him. He’d been tied in a straitjacket, put in an inconspicuous sex harness, bent over sideways, and praised beyond Zeus, all for the sake of fulfilling his calling for dance.
Jongin tried to forget how bored he was waiting for Kyungsoo to go home from one of the actors’ social functions his favorite tiny had to attend. He checked the contents of his new box: a real, metal handcuff, a venetian mask, a cape, two red lipsticks, Dior sunglasses, another trench coat, and two blank frames. They maybe wanted him to become Zorro next time.
“Ooh, lookie,” he said to himself, pulling out a black sweater that would definitely stick onto his figure-again. He took his old t-shirt off and tried on the sweater, liking the feel of it on his body, then he put on the sunglasses, and smiled, laughing at himself because he felt like cosplaying Man in Black.
Jongin put on the handcuffs and fastened them, knowing that these stage props could always be opened later with the button at the back.
Now he felt like a stupidly cool felon.
He twisted his wrist to feel his other wrist, looking for the button, and gasped when he couldn’t find it.
“Oh no.”
Then he started looking frantically for it, regretting his stupidity for putting on a handcuff he could never open. His career would end for being a strange man cuffing himself into abnormalty, and he would be shunned by the showbiz forever.
The door opened, and his hair stood like fur on a frightened cat.
“Jongin, seriously?”
Kyungsoo, still perfectly bundled up from the cold outside and smelling like the car’s air freshener, mused at the scene. He closed the door and had the nerve to laugh at how stupid Jongin looked.
“Don’t they have those buttons behind the wrists?” Kyungsoo said, taking off his winter coat and scarf drowning his tiny body, putting them on the bed. He looked sharp in a tuxedo tonight.
“These don’t,” Jongin said to the cuffs, mortified. He took off his sunglasses. Kyungsoo sat beside him and examined Jongin’s cuffed wrists to look for the unlock button.
“Do you still want to,” Kyungsoo cocked his head to the side meaningfully, “later?”
“Yeah, of course,” Jongin said. “That’s what I waited for so long I got bored and locked myself into.”
Kyungsoo scoffed. “Cutie.” He pinched Jongin’s short nose. Having given up, he finally looked into the box. “You look good in that sweater,” Kyungsoo complimented. “Is that yours?”
“It’s from the box,” Jongin said, looking at whatever Kyungsoo’s looking at. The sweater was thin and sticky, making it more like a long-john than a sweater despite it having those ridged lines.
“I can’t find it,” Kyungsoo said, looking up from the box finally. He stood up and went to his bed to take the eye cover for whenever Chanyeol decided to stay up in the room till dawn. He put it on Jongin, and covered it with the venetian mask. “Let’s just start now,” Kyungsoo said and tugged the cufflink. “It’s gonna be something new, isn’t it?”
Jongin couldn’t process or see what Kyungsoo meant until he tried pulling his wrists apart and Kyungsoo gave him a closed kiss before kissing his jaw, then his neck. “You’re seriously doing this.” Jongin half-protested.
“I mean-I know you would not mind, would you?”
“N…no?”
“I’m kissing you,” Kyungsoo announced before dipping in.
Jongin writhed when Kyungsoo slid both hands firmly down his back. He instinctively reached for Kyungsoo’s shoulders, almost looking like wanting to strangle Kyungsoo with his bound hands. The sweater looked perfect around Jongin’s upper arm.
“You look fucking hot with the sweater and Zorro mask, if only you didn’t cuff yourself like this,” Kyungsoo praised, and Jongin laughed into the kiss. When he wanted to hug Kyungsoo, he accidentally did choke him, then he kissed him again.
“You’re still in your suit, right?” Jongin asked, not being able to see.
“I very well am.”
Jongin was hard already by the time Kyungsoo laid him down and took off his pants.
“Do you want to just get it over with, or?” Kyungsoo offered.
“I’m down with whatever you’re gonna do to me,” Jongin shrugged casually in the dark, his fingers tapping on his tummy. “-that sounds cheesy,” he said in an afterthought.
“Okay,” Kyungsoo replied and took Jongin’s dick calmly.
Jongin groaned loudly. He hadn’t expected Kyungsoo to put the dick in his mouth when Kyungsoo had grabbed it. Kyungsoo gave head like a champ. Jongin could feel Kyungsoo sliding back before swallowing him all the way again, sucking and moving in slow glides and going faster whenever Jongin least expected.
Kyungsoo pulled away and Jongin immediately touched himself without command, liking the sensation too much to want it to stop.
Kyungsoo went off the bed and took his lube and condom before slicking up his fingers. He got even harder when he saw Jongin, in a fitting sweater, half-mask, and handcuffs, with mouth wide open enjoying himself jacking off.
Kyungsoo sat on the bed again when Jongin had to stop himself from coming, face so wrecked as he kept one hand on his dick, having his first dry orgasm. He knew Kyungsoo would have way more in store.
“Thanks for not coming for me, that’s very considerate of you.”
Jongin didn’t have half the mind to respond, mind still buzzing and short-circuiting, dick still fucking hard.
Kyungsoo slid in the tip of his pointer and middle finger into Jongin’s ass.
“Ah-can I just have one first?”
“That’s gonna take too long,” Kyungsoo said, still drilling his way deeper, slowly. He stilled when his fingers were all the way. A few seconds later, Jongin suddenly moaned.
“What?” Kyungsoo asked, not having felt like he had moved at all. Jongin moaned again when he twisted his wrist slightly. Kyungsoo started moving his hand then.
“Nothing,” Jongin said, now enjoying the fingerfucking. “I was just imagining-“ his jaw dropped, “do that again.-yes…”
“You were just imagining..?”
“You on top of me fucking me all the way.”
“Phew,” Kyungsoo whistled. “Sounds like something I want to do right now.”
Jongin laughed.
“Are you ready?”
“Not yet. I still like this.”
“Hold on,” Kyungsoo said, then he took out his hand and put more lube on it, before sliding back in, this time going in and out persistently. Jongin hummed in contentment. “Do it yourself,” Kyungsoo said, taking both Jongin’s hands and the lube. “Left hand or right hand?”
“Right hand,” Jongin said. Kyungsoo slicked up Jongin’s fingers before putting Jongin’s hand down there, and Kyungsoo laid back and started stroking his own cock, not being able to hold it anymore. He moaned.
“Fuck,” Kyungsoo said to himself. Jongin looked so hot in all that getup. “Can I go in yet?”
“Yes.”
“Yes,” Kyungsoo hissed. He took off all his clothing, wanting to feel everything straight on his skin.
Jongin took out his fingers, and his other hand fondling his ass cheek, to wait for Kyungsoo, who finally aligned himself and plunged in in one stroke. The both of them moaned.
Kyungsoo didn’t wait any longer before he moved his hips, pushing his dick in and out of Jongin. He put his elbows above Jongin’s shoulders on the bed, and went in as deep as he could and pulled out again, before he asked as he was fucking, “Is this what you wanted earlier?”
Jongin’s mouth was slack as he nodded, moaning, and moaning even harder when Kyungsoo moved at that certain angle. Kyungsoo kissed him, liking the coarseness of Jongin’s sweater on his nipples. Jongin liked the additional tongue action when fucking. He moved both his wrists and started touching himself, making his asshole clench around Kyungsoo’s dick. Kyungsoo moved only slightly faster, not losing rhythm yet, and he leaned on the pillow, beside Jongin’s ear, panting. Groaning.
Kyungsoo was still moving when he moved a hand to feel Jongin down, stopping to caress and tweak Jongin’s nipple, making Jongin groan. Jongin’s hand moved faster on his own dick, and Kyungsoo fucked faster in and out of him, the both of them groaning at how good it felt and how good they must’ve looked if someone were to see it. Jongin moaned.
“You look fucking hot doing this,” Kyungsoo whispered, and groaned into the pillow, and Jongin threw his head back, making his wrist slide as fast as it could, before he finally came silently, making Kyungsoo groan at the clenching and at the come on his body. He smeared the semen all over the costume black sweater with his own movements.
Jongin moaned as Kyungsoo fucked him hard through his orgasm, brain well-fried, amazed at how Kyungsoo managed to last so long.
“Jongin,” he groaned, nipping on Jongin’s ear. “Jongin, Jongin.”
The fast thrusts stopped and slowed down into slow snaps. Jongin exhaled as he felt the warmth of Kyungsoo’s cum inside of him. Kyungsoo panted, still fucking it away slowly for a little while.
The both of them panted, and Kyungsoo fell on top of Jongin, exhausted. He hummed into Jongin’s ear.
They waited a while, until Kyungsoo pulled out and tied the condom. Jongin could hear keys chiming, and before he knew it, Kyungsoo was unlocking the cuffs.
“You had the keys the whole time?” Jongin said through all the breathing.
“Found it at the very bottom of the box. You wouldn’t have seen it.”
Jongin smiled his laughter and took off both the mask and the eye cover. He sighed.
“That was good.” Jongin said, still catching his breath.
“That was.” Kyungsoo smiled and put everything but the sweater back into KAI’S PROPS DO NOT TOUCH. “Do you have an outfit like that?”
“I have a white sweater like this, not a black one,” Jongin said, then he scrunched his eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you want to fuck me in a sweater again.”
“I wouldn’t tell you,” Kyungsoo said, and put the box aside on the floor before plopping on the bed beside Jongin. “I would just do it.”