Kiss 5
It’s nothing special, nothing new, but when Yunho comes into the kitchen to see Jaejoong leaning over the counter top, legs crossed idly, reading a magazine and idly stirring a mug of something, he can’t help but just pause and appreciate.
Jae’s long slim legs are hugged by his stylish stonewash jeans, the denim clinging to every muscle of his body. Yunho’s eyes pay particular homage to the enticing curve of the singer’s bottom. It’s no where near as full as Junsu’s, but it’s never failed to please before. He’s liking this trend towards tight jeans, which seem to have been influenced by Japanese fashion. Some of the other things Jae dons, he questions, but he does not question the jeans.
The bare toes that poke out from the bottom of the jeans wiggle absently, and a foot climbs up to scratch at his calf momentarily. The tinkle of a spoon meeting the side of a mug brings Yunho’s eyes upwards to Jae’s slender arms, fully exposed with the tank he’s wearing. They’re a far cry from the bulky, built muscles he’d had only a few years ago, but Yunho finds this look a bit more natural, and, he can’t help but think, more aesthetically pleasing.
Jaejoong finally takes a sip of whatever drink it is, and Yunho’s eyes linger on the full pink lips that in turn linger on the rim of the mug. Yunho loves Jaejoong’s lips, for their fullness, their softness, for the way Jae pouts when he’s embarrassed or put out.
Jae absently licks at his lip as he puts the mug down, and the motion draws Yunho too strongly to resist. He steps into the kitchen and wraps his arms around the singer from behind, tucking him snugly into Yunho’s body and nuzzling the side of his face. Jae doesn’t jump at his touch, which means he knew Yunho was there and had known he was being watched.
“Little tease.” Yunho murmurs, fingers seeking out the little ball of silver fastened into his lover’s navel and tugging at it in reprimand. He can see the corner of Jae’s lips curl, and the singer moves his hands from the table and his mug to loop lazily around Yunho’s neck.
“Voyeur.” He accuses back, obviously amused. Yunho makes a tisking sound and pulls Jae slightly to the side so he can lean over and capture those scintillating lips before they come out with any more teases. Jaejoong’s mouth gives way easily under the press of his tongue, and the dusky taste of Jaejoong and tea floods his mouth. They manage to keep the kiss light and easy, and Yunho gives Jaejoong’s waist a squeeze, warm contentedness flooding him.
Jae’s long slim legs are hugged by his stylish stonewash jeans, the denim clinging to every muscle of his body. Yunho’s eyes pay particular homage to the enticing curve of the singer’s bottom. It’s no where near as full as Junsu’s, but it’s never failed to please before. He’s liking this trend towards tight jeans, which seem to have been influenced by Japanese fashion. Some of the other things Jae dons, he questions, but he does not question the jeans.
The bare toes that poke out from the bottom of the jeans wiggle absently, and a foot climbs up to scratch at his calf momentarily. The tinkle of a spoon meeting the side of a mug brings Yunho’s eyes upwards to Jae’s slender arms, fully exposed with the tank he’s wearing. They’re a far cry from the bulky, built muscles he’d had only a few years ago, but Yunho finds this look a bit more natural, and, he can’t help but think, more aesthetically pleasing.
Jaejoong finally takes a sip of whatever drink it is, and Yunho’s eyes linger on the full pink lips that in turn linger on the rim of the mug. Yunho loves Jaejoong’s lips, for their fullness, their softness, for the way Jae pouts when he’s embarrassed or put out.
Jae absently licks at his lip as he puts the mug down, and the motion draws Yunho too strongly to resist. He steps into the kitchen and wraps his arms around the singer from behind, tucking him snugly into Yunho’s body and nuzzling the side of his face. Jae doesn’t jump at his touch, which means he knew Yunho was there and had known he was being watched.
“Little tease.” Yunho murmurs, fingers seeking out the little ball of silver fastened into his lover’s navel and tugging at it in reprimand. He can see the corner of Jae’s lips curl, and the singer moves his hands from the table and his mug to loop lazily around Yunho’s neck.
“Voyeur.” He accuses back, obviously amused. Yunho makes a tisking sound and pulls Jae slightly to the side so he can lean over and capture those scintillating lips before they come out with any more teases. Jaejoong’s mouth gives way easily under the press of his tongue, and the dusky taste of Jaejoong and tea floods his mouth. They manage to keep the kiss light and easy, and Yunho gives Jaejoong’s waist a squeeze, warm contentedness flooding him.