jeogi
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real time
real time
kyungmyeon, r
kyungsoo feels nothing. absolutely positively nothing. (or, in which kyungsoo discovers joonmyeon's amazing flexibility for the first time.)
it is, for the first time in what feels like an eternity, their night off. kyungsoo all but crumbles onto one of the two worn-out leather couches, his body slumping slowly, naturally into the dip made by too many dejected boys and their fried chicken. he tries not to breathe in too deeply.
he feels someone collapse on top of him, and with a sharp glance over his shoulder, it's sehun, his gangly long ass arms taking up the rest of the couch. sehun looks just about ready to pass the fuck out too. kyungsoo feels no remorse.
"no," kyungsoo starts, but sehun's head is starting to feel heavier and heavier on his back by the second. "sehun, i'm telling you."
"five minutes." sehun conks out, and kyungsoo groans so loudly, baekhyun slips out of the bathroom for a brief second to appraise the situation. he sees the two tangled on the couch, shrugs, and starts whistling a rendition of shower later as he walks away. kyungsoo hopes baekhyun gets soap in his eyes.
yixing walks in, tucking away his shoes politely, and he warbles out a "good work" in kyungsoo's general direction. if kyungsoo's being honest, yixing looks way worse off than any of them combined, and he might be right when yixing accidentally takes a sharp right and slams into the fridge. jongin pops up from behind the door, proceeds to take out an egg and press it to yixing's forehead. the most concerning thing may be that yixing walks away almost unfazed, mumbling something about cooking ramyeon and save that egg, i want it later.
no one's seemed to pay any mind to the 6 foot scrawny bag of shit on him though, and kyungsoo thinks he might just give up and go to sleep like this and deal with the kinks and sore legs later. but hoorah! joonmyeon walks in, cap twisted back, and he looks bright-eyed at kyungsoo. his gaze drops to sehun, and he sighs understandingly.
after having deposited sehun onto his rightful bed, kyungsoo stalks into joonmyeon's room ahead of him and plops onto the bed.
"ever the gracious one," joonmyeon jokes, and kyungsoo cracks a smile. the bustling dorm is suddenly quiet and comfortable once joonmyeon closes the door and chucks his hat off into the corner. kyungsoo hums. even joonmyeon's hat hair looks nice.
but suddenly there is something even more eye-catching than joonmyeon's soft hair and that is simply his ass as joonmyeon leans down and grabs his ankles. kyungsoo stops breathing. whoops.
"are you stretching?" kyungsoo starts and he sounds like a prepubescent teen again. he's just glad joonmyeon doesn't look up from the position he's in. "joints are killing you, huh." that was a nice save right? right. haha fuck.
joonmyeon lets out of a soft huff and starts rolling up, and the black shirt he chose to wore hugs every definitive knob of his spine, the slight curve of lean muscle of his arms and obliques. he's still wearing a small grin, red tint on his cheeks complementing a few stray strands of hair. kyungsoo resists the urge to gently tuck them behind his ear. "don't wanna feel sore in the morning. the martial arts coach was pretty rough on us."
kyungsoo hums and shifts onto his stomach. nah, he's not turned on by junmyeon's stretching. he props a pillow under his arm. no, kyungsoo is passive. he feels nothing. he is as emotionless as a rock.
"kyungsoo?" joonmyeon's voice brushes an unfortunately ticklish spot behind kyungsoo's ears, and kyungsoo can't help the shudder than shoots straight down his spine to the very tip of his cold toes. maybe just as hard too.
"hyung," kyungsoo murmurs before he realizes holy shit joonmyeon is straddling the back of his thighs, "uh, i really appreciate this and all but. hmm."
a nice warmth burns down his back as joonmyeon starts to massage his shoulders, slim fingers digging in deep. focus, kyungsoo. but joonmyeon is merciless as he presses a soft kiss to kyungsoo's neck, mutters something like, how pretty, and what's kyungsoo supposed to say to that?
with a swift lift of his leg kyungsoo flips the two of them over and presses forward, gripping joonmyeon's ankles tenderly but with enough force to show who's in control. joonmyeon seems to agree as he runs his hands up and into kyungsoo's hair, absentmindedly running his fingers through. kyungsoo grins down and thinks, ah, he can't help it. he just loves this part of joonmyeon too much for his own good.
"we'll just have to make sure you stretch properly then, won't we." it sounds fucking ridiculous the second it leaves his mouth but joonmyeon blooms and tugs kyungsoo down, saving him from further embarrassment. kyungsoo presses his weight comfortably against joonmyeon's legs and kisses him fully on the lips, as a sort of thank you, i love you kind of thing.
it gives him a sort of thrill as he continues to push down with relative ease, hands cupping the underside of joonmyeon's calves, right above where his sweatpants have bunched at his knees. kyungsoo's eyes flitter from the long legs in his hands, to joomyeon's steady, pleased (almost smug) gaze, to the sliver of skin right above the waistband. he just hopes his hands aren't clammy right now.
"they are, but it's fine." joonmyeon definitely looks smug now, and kyungsoo chooses to nip him on his calf for that. joonmyeon smiles lazily up at him, beckons him with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows. kyungsoo indulges, regardless, and presses his hips against joonmyeon's. it still amazes him how naturally he can slip in and fit with joonmyeon like this.
joonmyeon's kisses are as proper as joonmyeon's mannerisms, as heated as his passion for the success and wellbeing of his group, and kyungsoo feels rejuvenated with every gentle swipe of tongue and wintry green puff of breath. he loves joonmyeon and he loves his kisses and his warm hands a lot. kyungsoo rolls his hips, thumbs joonmyeon's adam's apple as it bobs with quickened breaths. those hands slip down to his waist and press into his hipbones, urge him to press deeper, and the groan that passes kyungsoo's lips sounds almost unlike his own.
joonmyeon starts a steady rocking, each shift pushing his shirt up higher and higher. kyungsoo gets lost in watching the smooth definition of joonmyeon's abs contract and relax. "come on?" joonmyeon's voice filters through. "touch me, kyungsoo."
kyungsoo experimentally presses joonmyeon's legs down until his knees almost touches the mattress and oh god. seriously, how did he not know of joonmyeon's amazingly flexibility until now? joonmyeon laughs into the back of his hand as his other slowly tugs on kyungsoo's cock. all this time, kyungsoo thinks, he's been keeping it a secret. it's so unfair that kyungsoo is almost upset, but he doesn't have much time to sulk as joonmyeon snaps his out of his daze with a delicious flick of his wrist.
"still here," joonmyeon huffs. kyungsoo apologizes with a kiss to his wrist.
it's their first night off in what feels like an eternity and so kyungsoo wants to selfishly drag the heated touches and kisses out for as long as he wants, absorb all the care and love emanating from joonmyeon with each smile and sigh. but joonmyeon hasn't touched him in so long, and the fatigue is weighing down on both of them. kyungsoo doesn't have the patience or tact to keep up with the romantics. the presses and stroking become a bit more frenzied, a bit more desperate as joonmyeon slips a leg out of kyungsoo's grip and hooks it around his waist to bring him that much closer to melding into one. kyungsoo steals a look at joonmyeon's scrunched face, much cuter than his face when he sings his part in baby don't cry. joonmyeon grabs him by the neck, his way of telling him to let it the fuck go already, damn, and kisses kyungsoo in an attempt to stop his giggling (ah, he's amazing, as always).
joonmyeon's quiet when he comes under kyungsoo's hushed whispers and his firm grip, those smooth muscles tensing under kyungsoo's touch, and he doesn't relent through his bliss until kyungsoo finishes on the pale expanse of joonmyeon's stomach. it satisfies him, the fine work of art, and joonmyeon hits him upside the head with his clean hand, rolling his eyes in embarrassment. amazing, kyungsoo thinks, and joonmyeon promptly shuts him up with another kiss.
the buzzing in his ears slowly die out with every deep breath joonmyeon takes, and with each second kyungsoo can feel joonmyeon's steady heartbeat more clearly. it's music to his ears and brings a smile to his lips.
"feeling better?" joonmyeon mumbles sleepily, and kyungsoo quietly hums a yes as he wipes them clean and tosses the used tissues at the wastebasket. "you missed." kyungsoo glances down and sees that joonmyeon has his eyes closed, face tucked comfortably into kyungsoo's shoulder. he just continues to amaze.
"i'll get it later." there are more important things at hand, like finally getting some sleep, and joonmyeon seems to agree as he tangles his legs with kyungsoo's and murmurs good night. kyungsoo nods off and sleeps for what he hopes is an eternity in joonmyeon's arms.
i was totally unaffected by joonmyeon's apparent flexibility in this week's showtime ha ha nah what are you talking about
this is literally self-gratuitous kyungmyeon i really have no excuse for this
they are hurting me so much emotionally right now i don't appreciate it ugh lies down i need some bubble tea
kyungmyeon, r
kyungsoo feels nothing. absolutely positively nothing. (or, in which kyungsoo discovers joonmyeon's amazing flexibility for the first time.)
it is, for the first time in what feels like an eternity, their night off. kyungsoo all but crumbles onto one of the two worn-out leather couches, his body slumping slowly, naturally into the dip made by too many dejected boys and their fried chicken. he tries not to breathe in too deeply.
he feels someone collapse on top of him, and with a sharp glance over his shoulder, it's sehun, his gangly long ass arms taking up the rest of the couch. sehun looks just about ready to pass the fuck out too. kyungsoo feels no remorse.
"no," kyungsoo starts, but sehun's head is starting to feel heavier and heavier on his back by the second. "sehun, i'm telling you."
"five minutes." sehun conks out, and kyungsoo groans so loudly, baekhyun slips out of the bathroom for a brief second to appraise the situation. he sees the two tangled on the couch, shrugs, and starts whistling a rendition of shower later as he walks away. kyungsoo hopes baekhyun gets soap in his eyes.
yixing walks in, tucking away his shoes politely, and he warbles out a "good work" in kyungsoo's general direction. if kyungsoo's being honest, yixing looks way worse off than any of them combined, and he might be right when yixing accidentally takes a sharp right and slams into the fridge. jongin pops up from behind the door, proceeds to take out an egg and press it to yixing's forehead. the most concerning thing may be that yixing walks away almost unfazed, mumbling something about cooking ramyeon and save that egg, i want it later.
no one's seemed to pay any mind to the 6 foot scrawny bag of shit on him though, and kyungsoo thinks he might just give up and go to sleep like this and deal with the kinks and sore legs later. but hoorah! joonmyeon walks in, cap twisted back, and he looks bright-eyed at kyungsoo. his gaze drops to sehun, and he sighs understandingly.
after having deposited sehun onto his rightful bed, kyungsoo stalks into joonmyeon's room ahead of him and plops onto the bed.
"ever the gracious one," joonmyeon jokes, and kyungsoo cracks a smile. the bustling dorm is suddenly quiet and comfortable once joonmyeon closes the door and chucks his hat off into the corner. kyungsoo hums. even joonmyeon's hat hair looks nice.
but suddenly there is something even more eye-catching than joonmyeon's soft hair and that is simply his ass as joonmyeon leans down and grabs his ankles. kyungsoo stops breathing. whoops.
"are you stretching?" kyungsoo starts and he sounds like a prepubescent teen again. he's just glad joonmyeon doesn't look up from the position he's in. "joints are killing you, huh." that was a nice save right? right. haha fuck.
joonmyeon lets out of a soft huff and starts rolling up, and the black shirt he chose to wore hugs every definitive knob of his spine, the slight curve of lean muscle of his arms and obliques. he's still wearing a small grin, red tint on his cheeks complementing a few stray strands of hair. kyungsoo resists the urge to gently tuck them behind his ear. "don't wanna feel sore in the morning. the martial arts coach was pretty rough on us."
kyungsoo hums and shifts onto his stomach. nah, he's not turned on by junmyeon's stretching. he props a pillow under his arm. no, kyungsoo is passive. he feels nothing. he is as emotionless as a rock.
"kyungsoo?" joonmyeon's voice brushes an unfortunately ticklish spot behind kyungsoo's ears, and kyungsoo can't help the shudder than shoots straight down his spine to the very tip of his cold toes. maybe just as hard too.
"hyung," kyungsoo murmurs before he realizes holy shit joonmyeon is straddling the back of his thighs, "uh, i really appreciate this and all but. hmm."
a nice warmth burns down his back as joonmyeon starts to massage his shoulders, slim fingers digging in deep. focus, kyungsoo. but joonmyeon is merciless as he presses a soft kiss to kyungsoo's neck, mutters something like, how pretty, and what's kyungsoo supposed to say to that?
with a swift lift of his leg kyungsoo flips the two of them over and presses forward, gripping joonmyeon's ankles tenderly but with enough force to show who's in control. joonmyeon seems to agree as he runs his hands up and into kyungsoo's hair, absentmindedly running his fingers through. kyungsoo grins down and thinks, ah, he can't help it. he just loves this part of joonmyeon too much for his own good.
"we'll just have to make sure you stretch properly then, won't we." it sounds fucking ridiculous the second it leaves his mouth but joonmyeon blooms and tugs kyungsoo down, saving him from further embarrassment. kyungsoo presses his weight comfortably against joonmyeon's legs and kisses him fully on the lips, as a sort of thank you, i love you kind of thing.
it gives him a sort of thrill as he continues to push down with relative ease, hands cupping the underside of joonmyeon's calves, right above where his sweatpants have bunched at his knees. kyungsoo's eyes flitter from the long legs in his hands, to joomyeon's steady, pleased (almost smug) gaze, to the sliver of skin right above the waistband. he just hopes his hands aren't clammy right now.
"they are, but it's fine." joonmyeon definitely looks smug now, and kyungsoo chooses to nip him on his calf for that. joonmyeon smiles lazily up at him, beckons him with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows. kyungsoo indulges, regardless, and presses his hips against joonmyeon's. it still amazes him how naturally he can slip in and fit with joonmyeon like this.
joonmyeon's kisses are as proper as joonmyeon's mannerisms, as heated as his passion for the success and wellbeing of his group, and kyungsoo feels rejuvenated with every gentle swipe of tongue and wintry green puff of breath. he loves joonmyeon and he loves his kisses and his warm hands a lot. kyungsoo rolls his hips, thumbs joonmyeon's adam's apple as it bobs with quickened breaths. those hands slip down to his waist and press into his hipbones, urge him to press deeper, and the groan that passes kyungsoo's lips sounds almost unlike his own.
joonmyeon starts a steady rocking, each shift pushing his shirt up higher and higher. kyungsoo gets lost in watching the smooth definition of joonmyeon's abs contract and relax. "come on?" joonmyeon's voice filters through. "touch me, kyungsoo."
kyungsoo experimentally presses joonmyeon's legs down until his knees almost touches the mattress and oh god. seriously, how did he not know of joonmyeon's amazingly flexibility until now? joonmyeon laughs into the back of his hand as his other slowly tugs on kyungsoo's cock. all this time, kyungsoo thinks, he's been keeping it a secret. it's so unfair that kyungsoo is almost upset, but he doesn't have much time to sulk as joonmyeon snaps his out of his daze with a delicious flick of his wrist.
"still here," joonmyeon huffs. kyungsoo apologizes with a kiss to his wrist.
it's their first night off in what feels like an eternity and so kyungsoo wants to selfishly drag the heated touches and kisses out for as long as he wants, absorb all the care and love emanating from joonmyeon with each smile and sigh. but joonmyeon hasn't touched him in so long, and the fatigue is weighing down on both of them. kyungsoo doesn't have the patience or tact to keep up with the romantics. the presses and stroking become a bit more frenzied, a bit more desperate as joonmyeon slips a leg out of kyungsoo's grip and hooks it around his waist to bring him that much closer to melding into one. kyungsoo steals a look at joonmyeon's scrunched face, much cuter than his face when he sings his part in baby don't cry. joonmyeon grabs him by the neck, his way of telling him to let it the fuck go already, damn, and kisses kyungsoo in an attempt to stop his giggling (ah, he's amazing, as always).
joonmyeon's quiet when he comes under kyungsoo's hushed whispers and his firm grip, those smooth muscles tensing under kyungsoo's touch, and he doesn't relent through his bliss until kyungsoo finishes on the pale expanse of joonmyeon's stomach. it satisfies him, the fine work of art, and joonmyeon hits him upside the head with his clean hand, rolling his eyes in embarrassment. amazing, kyungsoo thinks, and joonmyeon promptly shuts him up with another kiss.
the buzzing in his ears slowly die out with every deep breath joonmyeon takes, and with each second kyungsoo can feel joonmyeon's steady heartbeat more clearly. it's music to his ears and brings a smile to his lips.
"feeling better?" joonmyeon mumbles sleepily, and kyungsoo quietly hums a yes as he wipes them clean and tosses the used tissues at the wastebasket. "you missed." kyungsoo glances down and sees that joonmyeon has his eyes closed, face tucked comfortably into kyungsoo's shoulder. he just continues to amaze.
"i'll get it later." there are more important things at hand, like finally getting some sleep, and joonmyeon seems to agree as he tangles his legs with kyungsoo's and murmurs good night. kyungsoo nods off and sleeps for what he hopes is an eternity in joonmyeon's arms.
i was totally unaffected by joonmyeon's apparent flexibility in this week's showtime ha ha nah what are you talking about
this is literally self-gratuitous kyungmyeon i really have no excuse for this
they are hurting me so much emotionally right now i don't appreciate it ugh lies down i need some bubble tea