Fic : Player
Title: Player
Pairing: Kibum/Yesung
Rating: PG maybe R
Warnings: kiss, Kibum being a player :P
Words: 517
Summary: Yesung sees how Kibum plays women but he never thought he'd be next.
Comments: For arksky cuz she was lacking in some YeBum action ^_^
For the miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 033 : Flirt ( my archive)
Yesung knew that Kibum was a flirt, and incorrigible one at that. His skills ranging far and wide, adopting exactly the right nuances to draw in his target, a promising glance, volumes of dirty prose spoken from beneath dark lashes with not a vibration of vocal chords or subtle brush of fingers against tempting flesh, raising goosebumbs as body heat met in the small space sending images of how those digits would feel on areas hidden by cloth with merely one second of contact. Even more fascinating when he
Not just limited to flirting, when he was so inclined he was perfection in acting exactly the right part to fit his present suitor, a coy and innocent blush here, a shy smile hidden behind his hand, gaze lowered to stare nervously at his lap to endear a woman who liked to lead the way, a confident arm around a shoulder there, voice deepening even further to caress delicate ears with it’s seductive lower registers as he leaned in, taking control effortlessly and with it exactly what he wanted.
Not that Yesung watched him or anything.
But despite the fact, he didn’t watch the younger man at all in the slightest, didn’t see how he would flirt with many but all of the female persuasion, long legs soft curves and flowing hair custom built to attract men with pretty packages ignorant of how he played them all so skillfully, he never would have imagined those techniques to be turned on him.
Just how helplessly rapt he became as Kibum crowded into his space, an arm braced against the wall behind him in what had previously been a friendly manner, causally balancing his weight as he talked to him about filming that day, that is until the kitchen had been vacated by the other members at least and he’d shifted almost imperceptibly closer.
His voice slid smoothly, seamlessly into thick molten chocolate, caressing his senses in deep aurally orgasmic tones, oozing sensually over his skin, the deep rumble of his usual laughter a whole different feeling when transformed into a pleased hum of satisfaction, a predatory sound so refined in it’s execution that he found himself wanting to be this mans willing prey.
Yesung stood frozen as gently, teasingly a thumb traced a path across his bottom lip, stroking each delicate nerve with languid precision, almost hypnotising with the focus involved, the friction drawing in his attention and clouding his thoughts.
And there was talking, whispered words curling their way into his ear, incoherent to his distracted mind, but they sounded coaxing, seductive but not overly forceful, pausing in the delicious response, and Yesung realised it had been a question, whatever it was having evaded his comprehension and he merely hummed consensually in response, hoping this would be enough for more of that voice.
As the hand moved to clasp his jaw tilting his face to receive the surprisingly soft lips moving to capture his own, the feeling of the thumb paling in comparison in the face of this kiss he decided he was completely happy to be played.
Pairing: Kibum/Yesung
Rating: PG maybe R
Warnings: kiss, Kibum being a player :P
Words: 517
Summary: Yesung sees how Kibum plays women but he never thought he'd be next.
Comments: For arksky cuz she was lacking in some YeBum action ^_^
For the miracle______ 100 SuJu Fic Challenge Prompt 033 : Flirt ( my archive)
Yesung knew that Kibum was a flirt, and incorrigible one at that. His skills ranging far and wide, adopting exactly the right nuances to draw in his target, a promising glance, volumes of dirty prose spoken from beneath dark lashes with not a vibration of vocal chords or subtle brush of fingers against tempting flesh, raising goosebumbs as body heat met in the small space sending images of how those digits would feel on areas hidden by cloth with merely one second of contact. Even more fascinating when he
Not just limited to flirting, when he was so inclined he was perfection in acting exactly the right part to fit his present suitor, a coy and innocent blush here, a shy smile hidden behind his hand, gaze lowered to stare nervously at his lap to endear a woman who liked to lead the way, a confident arm around a shoulder there, voice deepening even further to caress delicate ears with it’s seductive lower registers as he leaned in, taking control effortlessly and with it exactly what he wanted.
Not that Yesung watched him or anything.
But despite the fact, he didn’t watch the younger man at all in the slightest, didn’t see how he would flirt with many but all of the female persuasion, long legs soft curves and flowing hair custom built to attract men with pretty packages ignorant of how he played them all so skillfully, he never would have imagined those techniques to be turned on him.
Just how helplessly rapt he became as Kibum crowded into his space, an arm braced against the wall behind him in what had previously been a friendly manner, causally balancing his weight as he talked to him about filming that day, that is until the kitchen had been vacated by the other members at least and he’d shifted almost imperceptibly closer.
His voice slid smoothly, seamlessly into thick molten chocolate, caressing his senses in deep aurally orgasmic tones, oozing sensually over his skin, the deep rumble of his usual laughter a whole different feeling when transformed into a pleased hum of satisfaction, a predatory sound so refined in it’s execution that he found himself wanting to be this mans willing prey.
Yesung stood frozen as gently, teasingly a thumb traced a path across his bottom lip, stroking each delicate nerve with languid precision, almost hypnotising with the focus involved, the friction drawing in his attention and clouding his thoughts.
And there was talking, whispered words curling their way into his ear, incoherent to his distracted mind, but they sounded coaxing, seductive but not overly forceful, pausing in the delicious response, and Yesung realised it had been a question, whatever it was having evaded his comprehension and he merely hummed consensually in response, hoping this would be enough for more of that voice.
As the hand moved to clasp his jaw tilting his face to receive the surprisingly soft lips moving to capture his own, the feeling of the thumb paling in comparison in the face of this kiss he decided he was completely happy to be played.