Inferno [1/??]
Title: Inferno [1/??]
Pairing: Zikyung
Rating: PG13
Summary: “Hyung, could you give me a cuddle?”
Note: What's this, a second fic in one day? And it's going to be chaptered? Man, I am good to my non-existent fans :'D enjoy!
Jiho drunkenly flung his arm around Kyung’s waist, leaning forward and burying his face in his neck. “Kyung-ah…” he mumbled in his ear, pulling him closer so their bodies were flush against each other. Kyung looked down at him through a drunken haze, “What?” Jiho brought away from Kyung to look him in the eye, the best he could. “Hyung, could you give me a cuddle?” He slurred, trying his best to stand straight and keep his eyes open. Kyung looked back at him in confusion, nonetheless stepping forward to comply with Jiho’s request.
Jiho took the chance and cupped Kyung’s face with his hands, pulling their lips together. He continued to press his lips against Kyung’s own until he finally responded. Moments later Jiho’s tongue had successfully invaded other’s mouth and was swirling around in sync with Kyung’s, trying to taste as much of him as he could at once.
He finally pulled back, only to continue the trail down to Kyung’s neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin there. “Ji- Jiho-ah, don’t leave any marks. There aren’t any marks are there?” The younger just shook his head and continued his quest of tasting as much of Kyung as he could. After devouring his neck he moved up to his cheek sucking the skin more harshly than before. “Jiho, yah, Jiho…can you get hickeys on your face? You can’t right? Please don’t leave any marks…” He just shook his head again and continued up to his forehead.
“Yah…you definitely can’t get hickeys on your forehead right?...Right? Jiho…” Kyung continued to be ignored as Jiho shook his head again before claiming his lips with his own. By this point Jiho had Kyung pinned to the wall, one hand on his waist and the other propping himself up on the wall, securing his Hyung in place. He continued to deepen the kiss, gladly continuing to receive no protest from the other party. There was no question of dominance; everything came naturally, each part played perfectly.
“Jiho, I need to go to the toilet…mmph, I’ll…I’ll be right back.” Kyung mumbled against Jiho’s lips, struggling to separate from him, partly not wanting to go and partly due to Jiho holding him against the wall. Freed at last, he staggered off to find the toilet, his mind swirling.
Even in his drunken state Kyung was still in control of his body as he swayed back and forth searching for the much desired toilet. On his way down the stairs to the level where the toilets were supposed to be, he bumped into Minhyuk. “Ohoho Kyung! What’s that on your neck?” Kyung’s eyes widened in shock, there wasn’t supposed to be a mark! “What do you mean Hyung?” Minhyuk proceed to point at several places on his neck, “All of these! You managed to pull? I bet it was Jiho again, haha.” Minhyuk continued to chuckle to himself, seeming to enjoy the look of complete horror on his Dongsaeng’s face. Kyung promptly abandoned his Hyung and headed to the toilet at full speed with his hand clamped to his neck, feeling a lot more sober than before.
After finally successfully making it to the toilet Kyung examined his ‘wounds’ in the mirror quickly before re-clamping his hand over them and scuttling back to the top floor where he was before. As he scanned the rooftop looking for Jiho - or even one of his Hyung’s - panic set in as he realised he’d been abandoned.
Following a frantic search of the busy dance floor of the floor below, Kyung decided to just head back to their hotel in hopes that at some point they might turn up. So Kyung trudged along the dark street, waving away the scarily high amount of people that tried to offer him a lift. As he reached the hotel he realised he didn’t have the room key, Jiho did.
In the best English he could manage in his state, he asked the receptionist for another card, luckily she’d recognised him from before so she willingly gave it to him. Equipped with a new card key he headed to the lift and hit the button for the 6th floor. Once inside the room, he closed the door behind him and happily flung himself on his bed, promptly falling into an alcohol induced slumber, his body preparing for the hangover of the next day.
Pairing: Zikyung
Rating: PG13
Summary: “Hyung, could you give me a cuddle?”
Note: What's this, a second fic in one day? And it's going to be chaptered? Man, I am good to my non-existent fans :'D enjoy!
Jiho drunkenly flung his arm around Kyung’s waist, leaning forward and burying his face in his neck. “Kyung-ah…” he mumbled in his ear, pulling him closer so their bodies were flush against each other. Kyung looked down at him through a drunken haze, “What?” Jiho brought away from Kyung to look him in the eye, the best he could. “Hyung, could you give me a cuddle?” He slurred, trying his best to stand straight and keep his eyes open. Kyung looked back at him in confusion, nonetheless stepping forward to comply with Jiho’s request.
Jiho took the chance and cupped Kyung’s face with his hands, pulling their lips together. He continued to press his lips against Kyung’s own until he finally responded. Moments later Jiho’s tongue had successfully invaded other’s mouth and was swirling around in sync with Kyung’s, trying to taste as much of him as he could at once.
He finally pulled back, only to continue the trail down to Kyung’s neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin there. “Ji- Jiho-ah, don’t leave any marks. There aren’t any marks are there?” The younger just shook his head and continued his quest of tasting as much of Kyung as he could. After devouring his neck he moved up to his cheek sucking the skin more harshly than before. “Jiho, yah, Jiho…can you get hickeys on your face? You can’t right? Please don’t leave any marks…” He just shook his head again and continued up to his forehead.
“Yah…you definitely can’t get hickeys on your forehead right?...Right? Jiho…” Kyung continued to be ignored as Jiho shook his head again before claiming his lips with his own. By this point Jiho had Kyung pinned to the wall, one hand on his waist and the other propping himself up on the wall, securing his Hyung in place. He continued to deepen the kiss, gladly continuing to receive no protest from the other party. There was no question of dominance; everything came naturally, each part played perfectly.
“Jiho, I need to go to the toilet…mmph, I’ll…I’ll be right back.” Kyung mumbled against Jiho’s lips, struggling to separate from him, partly not wanting to go and partly due to Jiho holding him against the wall. Freed at last, he staggered off to find the toilet, his mind swirling.
Even in his drunken state Kyung was still in control of his body as he swayed back and forth searching for the much desired toilet. On his way down the stairs to the level where the toilets were supposed to be, he bumped into Minhyuk. “Ohoho Kyung! What’s that on your neck?” Kyung’s eyes widened in shock, there wasn’t supposed to be a mark! “What do you mean Hyung?” Minhyuk proceed to point at several places on his neck, “All of these! You managed to pull? I bet it was Jiho again, haha.” Minhyuk continued to chuckle to himself, seeming to enjoy the look of complete horror on his Dongsaeng’s face. Kyung promptly abandoned his Hyung and headed to the toilet at full speed with his hand clamped to his neck, feeling a lot more sober than before.
After finally successfully making it to the toilet Kyung examined his ‘wounds’ in the mirror quickly before re-clamping his hand over them and scuttling back to the top floor where he was before. As he scanned the rooftop looking for Jiho - or even one of his Hyung’s - panic set in as he realised he’d been abandoned.
Following a frantic search of the busy dance floor of the floor below, Kyung decided to just head back to their hotel in hopes that at some point they might turn up. So Kyung trudged along the dark street, waving away the scarily high amount of people that tried to offer him a lift. As he reached the hotel he realised he didn’t have the room key, Jiho did.
In the best English he could manage in his state, he asked the receptionist for another card, luckily she’d recognised him from before so she willingly gave it to him. Equipped with a new card key he headed to the lift and hit the button for the 6th floor. Once inside the room, he closed the door behind him and happily flung himself on his bed, promptly falling into an alcohol induced slumber, his body preparing for the hangover of the next day.