22。the bruises on your neck (and the secrets they tell)
the bruises on your neck (and the secrets they tell)
Dongwoon/Kikwang
R ; 220 w.
The first time it happens, their lips would part nervously and emit shakey, graceless words from too much nerves and too much anxiety.
The second time it does, they don't even speak (but only because there's no need to, no, especially when the walls are too thin and their hungry eyes and needy hands already speak too loudly for themselves).
Kikwang has a difficult time keeping quiet, Dongwoon can tell by the way Kikwang throws his head in different directions and the way his knuckles are turning white from gripping the sheets too tightly. Letting Kikwang hold on to him, Dongwoon hovers over the man and lets Kikwang gasp secrets and promises in their open mouthed kiss.
Dongwoon breaks apart for air and stares at Kikwang with dark, hooded eyes. He smiles lazily, "Good?"
"Yes," lips parted and bruised, Kikwang gasps, needy and feverish, "Yes."
The way Kikwang looks at him with pleading eyes, the way his defined body twists and bends with every brush and stroke of Dongwoon's hands, Dongwoon is assured−as assured as the fact that he knows he's fated to die in the future−that nothing will ever compare to having Kikwang lay beneath him like this, raw and beautiful and intimate.
When he comes, Dongwon closes his eyes and feels like exploding into a thousand stars that burn the sky.
Dongwoon/Kikwang
R ; 220 w.
The first time it happens, their lips would part nervously and emit shakey, graceless words from too much nerves and too much anxiety.
The second time it does, they don't even speak (but only because there's no need to, no, especially when the walls are too thin and their hungry eyes and needy hands already speak too loudly for themselves).
Kikwang has a difficult time keeping quiet, Dongwoon can tell by the way Kikwang throws his head in different directions and the way his knuckles are turning white from gripping the sheets too tightly. Letting Kikwang hold on to him, Dongwoon hovers over the man and lets Kikwang gasp secrets and promises in their open mouthed kiss.
Dongwoon breaks apart for air and stares at Kikwang with dark, hooded eyes. He smiles lazily, "Good?"
"Yes," lips parted and bruised, Kikwang gasps, needy and feverish, "Yes."
The way Kikwang looks at him with pleading eyes, the way his defined body twists and bends with every brush and stroke of Dongwoon's hands, Dongwoon is assured−as assured as the fact that he knows he's fated to die in the future−that nothing will ever compare to having Kikwang lay beneath him like this, raw and beautiful and intimate.
When he comes, Dongwon closes his eyes and feels like exploding into a thousand stars that burn the sky.