Behind the Sex - Chapter 7
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6
Kibum leaned against the wall as Kevin fiercely kissed him. Seems like he never learns, Kibum chuckled, letting Kevin do all he can once more. Grinding their bodies together and panting heavily against Kibum’s face, Kevin almost swore out loud.
They then tumbled over onto the bed, Kevin monstrously trying to tear apart the clothes hiding Kibum’s body, biting and abusing Kibum’s skin. So what if it hurts? Good, actually, then Kibum would make a sound.
It was rather amusing to Kibum, but he better not say it out, just in case Kevin decides to break his neck.
Now should be the right time to break the first barrier, right? Kibum contemplated for another moment, then settling on the idea. Better to start letting Kevin “into his world” so Kevin can unconsciously reveal details of himself.
“How old are you?” Kibum asked, and Kevin stopped in his actions to look at his patron. Did Kibum just say something? Noticing Kevin’s puzzled look, Kibum repeated. “How old are you?”
“Twenty.” Kevin cautiously replied, and Kibum tried not to raise his suspicions by rubbing their erections together. Kevin swiftly returned to his task on hand, impatient with foreplay and just roughly shoving Kibum’s erection into himself. So, now they were talking, huh? “You don’t look much older than me.”
“Twenty one, last year in university studying photography.” Kibum nodded, shifting slightly so he was sitting up against the headboard. He reached out for Kevin’s face and gently swiped the stray strand of hair away, index finger fingering the wound Kevin had inflicted upon himself the other day. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Years.” Kevin vaguely replied, on the verge of giving up. What was the use of him giving his all when he’s not getting any reaction? Might as well save his energy for another customer that would give him a more satisfactory response. Eyeing Kibum secretly, he rolled over, causing Kibum’s member to be exposed to air once more. “Ah, I’m tired.”
“How do you feel about this job?” Too direct, Kibum lamented, but was unable to retract his words anyway. “I’m not asking if you’re happy or not. Things like if you’re tired of it, and do you sometimes feel depressed having sex with so many strangers.”
Kevin stumbled slightly, reply coming a lot later than he wanted it to. Why didn’t the patron even care about his erection that was left untended to? How could this man actually accept his “I’m tired so I’m not going to entertain you” behaviour?
“What’s your name?” Kevin shot out his question, ignoring the fact that he hadn’t reply his customer yet. Maybe if he moaned his name, he would start making a sound.
“Kibum.” Kibum said, looking at Kevin figure out something in his head. “So, how do you feel?”
The question that was asked once more reminded Kevin that he had no idea. In fact, he was just living life that had been planned out for him by the brothel. It was numbing, the repeated process, and he was just working to his final goal of liberation. The process? Just let it be. Painful or not, he was just living through it for the final sex with the final stranger and then enjoying the world he had missed out.
How does he feel? Kevin doesn’t respond because he cannot, and no matter how he furrow his eyebrows in concentration, there was not a single feeling he could concentrate on to use it as a reply.
“I’m sorry.” Kevin muttered, visibly uncomfortable, getting back on his knees and returning to his job. If Kibum didn’t care for that distracting erection, then Kevin shall make him care. He reminded himself about that vow to make this man moan for him. One day, just you, Kibum, wait.
“It’s okay.” Kibum smiled, shaking his head to show that he didn’t mind. Except that Kevin was rocking back and forth so hurriedly, the friction burning them both. “Doing good, mind slowing down a bit though?”
Letting out a deep breath of air, Kevin slowed down as requested, mind motivating him to go on.
He couldn’t help but agree that despite how irritating Kibum was being, his personality was really different from what Kevin was used to. This difference in Kevin’s repetitive daily life was somehow intriguing, and how this was the first time Kevin wasn’t the only one feeling mild to the sex.
There wasn’t any lust clouding their minds. In fact, they seemed to be more clear-headed than anyone else.
If this was the hundredth time Kevin was asking himself such a question, then it meant he was freaking curious - just why was Kibum visiting him for sex?
-
Kibum strolled his way to the hotel, something that has become a usual night stroll considering how often he does it, to meet Kevin for the night. He was reviewing the photos he took the other day before he met Kevin, wondering if Kevin would buy his lie. It should be pretty convincing, besides, Kevin probably didn’t know much about photography. He could just come up with some story and Kevin wouldn’t dare ask another word more.
And by revealing that he “was a student majoring in photography”, because he wanted to portray himself as such, Kevin would feel that it was easier to trust him. Kibum wouldn’t be this dubious character that doesn’t react to his efforts only, he would be this photography student that was, well, dubious and didn’t react to his efforts.
“Mm.” Kevin hummed, coiling his arms around Kibum’s neck when they meet. Kibum smiled, letting Kevin rest his head on his shoulder, the younger still insistent on nuzzling against his neck and taking in his scent.
Kibum noticed the evil eye sent by the same receptionist for the third time that month. It started from the time when he and Kevin started meeting at the hotel lobby - about the fifth time they had sex. In fact, it had been about a fortnight since he and Kevin had met.
Wow, time flies.
Back to the topic, Kibum was rather amused by how the receptionist didn’t come up to them at all. Was there some secrets, some tolerance even from this hotel? This brothel must really have done something right.
It wasn’t obvious who was leading who, but somehow, they ended up waiting for the lift rather passionately against the wall. Kibum could feel the desperateness in Kevin’s roaming hand, naughtily palming his member and giving it a sensual massage. It didn’t matter that a family of three exited the lift looking rather scandalised, because Kevin couldn’t let go of any chance.
Kibum smiled awkwardly, hand grabbing onto Kevin’s hands to restrain him.
“Moan for me.” Kevin hoarsely groaned, whispering into Kibum’s ear. “Moan.”
Kibum glared at Kevin, the sudden harsh act causing Kevin to whimper in defeat. He pulled away, apologising to the family before retreating to the corner of the lift, letting Kibum to the leftover explaining. Something along the lines of him being insane, tch.
The patron leaned against the wall of the lift, and the two were diagonally apart, the longest distance between them both. Kibum didn’t say a word, leaving the lift when it opened its doors at their level.
Kevin quietly followed, when Kibum suddenly grabbed him and kissed him fiercely. Kibum didn’t like the silence and Kevin not being all over him, and since he was the one who created this awkward atmosphere, he guessed it would be best to solve it in the only way he knew.
Letting out a low growl as Kevin cupped his erection once more, just to make him happier, Kibum blindly swiped the hotel card into the card reader and pushed it open. The air conditioner and lights weren’t switched on because he was too busy reciprocating the many touches Kevin was doing, but the only dim light at the room entrance was by default switched on as an emergency exit light of sort, making the atmosphere slightly romantic.
Kibum tugged onto Kevin’s loosely fitting shirt, revealing the younger’s smooth shoulder. He kissed gently, moving away for Kevin’s lips while leaving a wet trail to those inviting shoulders. He bit down, the other lowly grunting.
“D-Don’t.” Kevin shakily said, hands cupping Kibum’s face. “I’ll die if you leave a mark. The other customers wouldn’t be pleased.”
Kibum nodded, kissing the teeth marks he had left as if to smoothen them out. He then started nibbling more with his lips, jerking backwards when Kevin’s hand slipped between his boxers and his skin, reaching to stroke the hidden length.
“God.” Kibum groaned, seeing Kevin’s eyes widen in surprise. Kevin grabbed onto the weakness tighter, giving it a squeeze and then eliciting a lower growl.
What? Has he finally succeeded?
Kibum lifted Kevin’s weight off the ground and placed him on the bed, seeing the concentration in those eyes focus on the bulge in his pants. He has spoilt Kevin enough today, so he would leave the “moaning for Kevin” for another day. Removing Kevin’s shirt without flinching even when Kevin stroked the base of the erection (with much difficulty), Kibum then ravished those sweet lips and dragged down Kevin’s pants at the same time.
Kevin was about to strip Kibum the same when the older paused, causing him to only manage taking off the shirt Kibum was wearing.
“Your body…” Kevin tensed, afraid of what Kibum was going to say. Not attractive enough? Not pure enough? His butt was too skinny to be cute, that he knew, but- “It’s in perfect symmetry.”
Symmetry? What was that?
“The curve from this way down…” Kevin shivered at the ghostly touch down the side of his body, the intense gaze at his naked figure causing him to curl up. Kibum pressed onto Kevin’s bent knee that was trying to hide his erection, straightening it while watching Kevin’s erection stand proud. “The even distribution of body fat down your thighs…”
Kibum gently blew air against Kevin’s erection and watched Kevin whine, body arching unconsciously to the sensation.
“The angle as you cry, your eyes.” Kibum continued, fascinated by the only thing he hadn’t realised since their first meeting. It was so blatantly obvious and he hadn’t been able to notice it till now. He hovered over Kevin, erection slightly brushing against Kevin’s length, the two shuddering at the contact. Kibum leaned lower, pressing down a kiss on those plump, parted lips. “Your lips, the shape they form.”
It didn’t occur to Kevin that he was immersing himself in the pleasure and those hypnotic words, writhing under Kibum’s form so naturally.
“Can I take a photo of you?”
Until that.
Kevin jerked as those words sunk into his head, almost pushing Kibum off him without a care of who he was. His first instinct told him to reject, to avoid, he didn’t want a photo of him taken!
Kibum grabbed onto Kevin’s hands that were pushing him away to no avail, rubbing circles on his wrist to calm the younger man down. “It’s okay, I won’t force you. It was a question.”
Kevin shook his head, rolling them around and burying his head against Kibum’s chest. He slid his hand over Kibum’s chest repeatedly, licking, nibbling, biting, doing whatever he can to push those words out of his own head, to make Kibum forget that he ever asked that question.
He didn’t like it, he didn’t want a photo of his naked body taken. Whatever the reason, whatever symmetry his body was in, nothing could convince him.
“Kevin, calm down.” Kibum yelled, switching both their positions once more and squeezing the back of Kevin’s neck. Kevin’s shoulders unconsciously rose, breathing calming down. Kibum shook his head, kissing the tip of Kevin’s nose and then shaking his head once more. “I won’t take a photo if you say no.”
Kevin trusted him. Whether it was because of the way he said it or just the glint in his eyes, Kevin trusted him. He nodded distractedly, laying back down comfortably on the bed, tentatively forgetting about both their leaking erections.
Kibum reached for the camera that he had carelessly left near the door by walking over, then looking at their randomly flung clothes. Sitting on the end of the bed where Kevin’s feet were, he tugged slightly on the collar of his shirt to make the shirt somewhat stand, and pulled out Kevin’s underwear from the pants, half-hidden beneath Kevin’s shirt.
Turning on the camera, Kibum focused on the clothes and made sure it wasn’t too zoomed in, leaning back slightly and then taking the picture. Kevin must have heard the click, suddenly flinching at that, before realising that Kibum had his back facing him. He then helped himself up, crawling towards Kibum and leaning over the older man’s bare back.
Obviously, Kibum didn’t need to turn his head to find out who was pressed against his back. He pressed the review button and assessed his photo, rather satisfied with how the picture turned out to be. “This is still life photography.”
Kevin didn’t quite understand, but Kibum explained it to be taking pictures of something that doesn’t move. That would be the subject, and would take up the whole picture’s focus. He was mixing the genres around, liking to twist ideas of the many genres into one concoction. The dim light gave the picture a contrast, further emphasising the silhouette of their clothing.
“It’s…really good, it doesn’t feel as repulsive as I thought it would be.” Kevin gasped softly, while Kibum let him hold the camera to see the picture better. The younger man then shifted himself to sit beside Kibum, fingers touching the screen as if feeling the texture of the clothes. “Can I see the other pictures?”
“Mm, go on.” Kibum waited, watching as Kevin fell into the trap he laid. He stared as Kevin reviewed the other pictures, those he had taken to build up the impression of him, then feeling an urge to lean closer, breathing in the sweet scent of Kevin’s hair. Kevin tensed up, though acting unaffected by the closeness.
In fact, he should have felt relieved Kibum was “advancing”, but then again, he could not guess Kibum’s next move. The man was always so random, surprising him when he least expect something. Maybe that was why he tensed so instinctively, afraid of the unknown and not the unfamiliarity.
It was hard to concentrate with someone so literally breathing down his neck, his eyes unfocusedly watching the images flash past his eyes. There were many black and white pictures of the street, and Kevin could make out the Korean words advertising stationeries, yet had to take a second glance at the pictures to realise they were really taken in Korea. After seeing this set of pictures, there were a few pictures of animals laying around lazily, or standing up proudly looking somewhere distant. He didn’t quite understand, but their silhouette looked stunning.
Moving further back in time, there were a lot of different sized plates put together. This must be still life photography, Kevin thought, seeing different balls put into one picture as well.
“These are classics.” Kibum whispered against Kevin’s ear, watching him focus, breath caught in the younger’s throat as Kibum came too near. “There are other pictures that loosely follow the genre, and an example would be the one of our clothes.”
Kevin nodded, wanting Kibum to stop using that low seductive tone. It was too spellbinding, that Kevin was drunk plainly on those words.
Scanning through the other pictures because Kevin wasn’t interested in still life photography, apparently, he paused at a photo of the clouds.
“Cloudscape. I thought you would like it too.”
Clouds, Kevin simply thought. These were his best friends, the one he promised things to. He never liked stars because there were so little of them, unlike what the older generation always said. Wish upon a star? Wish upon what when there aren’t any stars in the sky? Might as well wish upon a cloud, because they were almost always in the sky, blocking his pale skin from the strong sun too.
Kibum stealthily moved to behind Kevin, wrapping his arms around the younger boy’s waist and comfortably nuzzling his nose against Kevin’s neck. This position was really comfortable, Kibum sighed. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” Kevin distractedly replied, finally pressing the previous button and pausing once more. He could almost feel the breeze, as if the scene was right in front of him. “I want to see this.”
Kibum didn’t know if that was a request directed at him or just a mindless mutter. But he promised Kevin internally, that he would bring the younger out. Was it the childish tone in Kevin’s voice? Kibum really did want to see the innocence hidden behind this body that was utterly shamed by numerous men.
This body that was somehow in symmetry, but this beauty that probably wasn’t appreciated by the countless men that shoved their erection up Kevin’s abused entrance. Kibum chuckled humourlessly, realising he was also another one of the countless men. What made him different?
He carried Kevin to the bathroom while the younger was entranced by the captivating pictures of the cloud, placing the light body into the bathtub and then filling it up with warm water. Kevin blinked, looking up at him but Kibum only pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“Your expression to my photos arouses me more than anything.” Kibum chuckled, noticing that Kevin had reached the last picture. “Let’s finish this some other day. I’m rather tired tonight, so I’ll just leave the money on the bed.”
Kevin hadn’t had a chance to stop the older man from leaving the bathroom and then grabbing his shirt in the other hand that wasn’t holding the camera. He wanted to stand up but a part of him liked this warmth that was surrounding him. And Kibum told him not to leave the bathroom until his erection had eased away, giving him more reasons to stay put.
As the hotel room’s door shut, Kevin couldn’t forget all that had happened. Didn’t Kibum have his own erection? Why tend to his first? Those pictures…what did Kibum mean when he said his expression to those photos arouses him more than anything?
Kevin sunk into the bathtub, eyes gently closing.
Maybe he didn’t really want to figure Kibum out. Maybe these surprises would make his life a lot more interesting that it was. Maybe….just maybe Kibum wanted to meet him once more, or many more times, like he did.
“Ki…bum…” Kevin whispered, the first time calling such a name. “Kibum.”
It was addicting, like a drug.
What has gotten over him?
“Kibum…”
-
Here's chapter 7!
Not enough time for author's rant, trying to help someone else deal with plagiarism D<
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6
Kibum leaned against the wall as Kevin fiercely kissed him. Seems like he never learns, Kibum chuckled, letting Kevin do all he can once more. Grinding their bodies together and panting heavily against Kibum’s face, Kevin almost swore out loud.
They then tumbled over onto the bed, Kevin monstrously trying to tear apart the clothes hiding Kibum’s body, biting and abusing Kibum’s skin. So what if it hurts? Good, actually, then Kibum would make a sound.
It was rather amusing to Kibum, but he better not say it out, just in case Kevin decides to break his neck.
Now should be the right time to break the first barrier, right? Kibum contemplated for another moment, then settling on the idea. Better to start letting Kevin “into his world” so Kevin can unconsciously reveal details of himself.
“How old are you?” Kibum asked, and Kevin stopped in his actions to look at his patron. Did Kibum just say something? Noticing Kevin’s puzzled look, Kibum repeated. “How old are you?”
“Twenty.” Kevin cautiously replied, and Kibum tried not to raise his suspicions by rubbing their erections together. Kevin swiftly returned to his task on hand, impatient with foreplay and just roughly shoving Kibum’s erection into himself. So, now they were talking, huh? “You don’t look much older than me.”
“Twenty one, last year in university studying photography.” Kibum nodded, shifting slightly so he was sitting up against the headboard. He reached out for Kevin’s face and gently swiped the stray strand of hair away, index finger fingering the wound Kevin had inflicted upon himself the other day. “How long have you been doing this?”
“Years.” Kevin vaguely replied, on the verge of giving up. What was the use of him giving his all when he’s not getting any reaction? Might as well save his energy for another customer that would give him a more satisfactory response. Eyeing Kibum secretly, he rolled over, causing Kibum’s member to be exposed to air once more. “Ah, I’m tired.”
“How do you feel about this job?” Too direct, Kibum lamented, but was unable to retract his words anyway. “I’m not asking if you’re happy or not. Things like if you’re tired of it, and do you sometimes feel depressed having sex with so many strangers.”
Kevin stumbled slightly, reply coming a lot later than he wanted it to. Why didn’t the patron even care about his erection that was left untended to? How could this man actually accept his “I’m tired so I’m not going to entertain you” behaviour?
“What’s your name?” Kevin shot out his question, ignoring the fact that he hadn’t reply his customer yet. Maybe if he moaned his name, he would start making a sound.
“Kibum.” Kibum said, looking at Kevin figure out something in his head. “So, how do you feel?”
The question that was asked once more reminded Kevin that he had no idea. In fact, he was just living life that had been planned out for him by the brothel. It was numbing, the repeated process, and he was just working to his final goal of liberation. The process? Just let it be. Painful or not, he was just living through it for the final sex with the final stranger and then enjoying the world he had missed out.
How does he feel? Kevin doesn’t respond because he cannot, and no matter how he furrow his eyebrows in concentration, there was not a single feeling he could concentrate on to use it as a reply.
“I’m sorry.” Kevin muttered, visibly uncomfortable, getting back on his knees and returning to his job. If Kibum didn’t care for that distracting erection, then Kevin shall make him care. He reminded himself about that vow to make this man moan for him. One day, just you, Kibum, wait.
“It’s okay.” Kibum smiled, shaking his head to show that he didn’t mind. Except that Kevin was rocking back and forth so hurriedly, the friction burning them both. “Doing good, mind slowing down a bit though?”
Letting out a deep breath of air, Kevin slowed down as requested, mind motivating him to go on.
He couldn’t help but agree that despite how irritating Kibum was being, his personality was really different from what Kevin was used to. This difference in Kevin’s repetitive daily life was somehow intriguing, and how this was the first time Kevin wasn’t the only one feeling mild to the sex.
There wasn’t any lust clouding their minds. In fact, they seemed to be more clear-headed than anyone else.
If this was the hundredth time Kevin was asking himself such a question, then it meant he was freaking curious - just why was Kibum visiting him for sex?
-
Kibum strolled his way to the hotel, something that has become a usual night stroll considering how often he does it, to meet Kevin for the night. He was reviewing the photos he took the other day before he met Kevin, wondering if Kevin would buy his lie. It should be pretty convincing, besides, Kevin probably didn’t know much about photography. He could just come up with some story and Kevin wouldn’t dare ask another word more.
And by revealing that he “was a student majoring in photography”, because he wanted to portray himself as such, Kevin would feel that it was easier to trust him. Kibum wouldn’t be this dubious character that doesn’t react to his efforts only, he would be this photography student that was, well, dubious and didn’t react to his efforts.
“Mm.” Kevin hummed, coiling his arms around Kibum’s neck when they meet. Kibum smiled, letting Kevin rest his head on his shoulder, the younger still insistent on nuzzling against his neck and taking in his scent.
Kibum noticed the evil eye sent by the same receptionist for the third time that month. It started from the time when he and Kevin started meeting at the hotel lobby - about the fifth time they had sex. In fact, it had been about a fortnight since he and Kevin had met.
Wow, time flies.
Back to the topic, Kibum was rather amused by how the receptionist didn’t come up to them at all. Was there some secrets, some tolerance even from this hotel? This brothel must really have done something right.
It wasn’t obvious who was leading who, but somehow, they ended up waiting for the lift rather passionately against the wall. Kibum could feel the desperateness in Kevin’s roaming hand, naughtily palming his member and giving it a sensual massage. It didn’t matter that a family of three exited the lift looking rather scandalised, because Kevin couldn’t let go of any chance.
Kibum smiled awkwardly, hand grabbing onto Kevin’s hands to restrain him.
“Moan for me.” Kevin hoarsely groaned, whispering into Kibum’s ear. “Moan.”
Kibum glared at Kevin, the sudden harsh act causing Kevin to whimper in defeat. He pulled away, apologising to the family before retreating to the corner of the lift, letting Kibum to the leftover explaining. Something along the lines of him being insane, tch.
The patron leaned against the wall of the lift, and the two were diagonally apart, the longest distance between them both. Kibum didn’t say a word, leaving the lift when it opened its doors at their level.
Kevin quietly followed, when Kibum suddenly grabbed him and kissed him fiercely. Kibum didn’t like the silence and Kevin not being all over him, and since he was the one who created this awkward atmosphere, he guessed it would be best to solve it in the only way he knew.
Letting out a low growl as Kevin cupped his erection once more, just to make him happier, Kibum blindly swiped the hotel card into the card reader and pushed it open. The air conditioner and lights weren’t switched on because he was too busy reciprocating the many touches Kevin was doing, but the only dim light at the room entrance was by default switched on as an emergency exit light of sort, making the atmosphere slightly romantic.
Kibum tugged onto Kevin’s loosely fitting shirt, revealing the younger’s smooth shoulder. He kissed gently, moving away for Kevin’s lips while leaving a wet trail to those inviting shoulders. He bit down, the other lowly grunting.
“D-Don’t.” Kevin shakily said, hands cupping Kibum’s face. “I’ll die if you leave a mark. The other customers wouldn’t be pleased.”
Kibum nodded, kissing the teeth marks he had left as if to smoothen them out. He then started nibbling more with his lips, jerking backwards when Kevin’s hand slipped between his boxers and his skin, reaching to stroke the hidden length.
“God.” Kibum groaned, seeing Kevin’s eyes widen in surprise. Kevin grabbed onto the weakness tighter, giving it a squeeze and then eliciting a lower growl.
What? Has he finally succeeded?
Kibum lifted Kevin’s weight off the ground and placed him on the bed, seeing the concentration in those eyes focus on the bulge in his pants. He has spoilt Kevin enough today, so he would leave the “moaning for Kevin” for another day. Removing Kevin’s shirt without flinching even when Kevin stroked the base of the erection (with much difficulty), Kibum then ravished those sweet lips and dragged down Kevin’s pants at the same time.
Kevin was about to strip Kibum the same when the older paused, causing him to only manage taking off the shirt Kibum was wearing.
“Your body…” Kevin tensed, afraid of what Kibum was going to say. Not attractive enough? Not pure enough? His butt was too skinny to be cute, that he knew, but- “It’s in perfect symmetry.”
Symmetry? What was that?
“The curve from this way down…” Kevin shivered at the ghostly touch down the side of his body, the intense gaze at his naked figure causing him to curl up. Kibum pressed onto Kevin’s bent knee that was trying to hide his erection, straightening it while watching Kevin’s erection stand proud. “The even distribution of body fat down your thighs…”
Kibum gently blew air against Kevin’s erection and watched Kevin whine, body arching unconsciously to the sensation.
“The angle as you cry, your eyes.” Kibum continued, fascinated by the only thing he hadn’t realised since their first meeting. It was so blatantly obvious and he hadn’t been able to notice it till now. He hovered over Kevin, erection slightly brushing against Kevin’s length, the two shuddering at the contact. Kibum leaned lower, pressing down a kiss on those plump, parted lips. “Your lips, the shape they form.”
It didn’t occur to Kevin that he was immersing himself in the pleasure and those hypnotic words, writhing under Kibum’s form so naturally.
“Can I take a photo of you?”
Until that.
Kevin jerked as those words sunk into his head, almost pushing Kibum off him without a care of who he was. His first instinct told him to reject, to avoid, he didn’t want a photo of him taken!
Kibum grabbed onto Kevin’s hands that were pushing him away to no avail, rubbing circles on his wrist to calm the younger man down. “It’s okay, I won’t force you. It was a question.”
Kevin shook his head, rolling them around and burying his head against Kibum’s chest. He slid his hand over Kibum’s chest repeatedly, licking, nibbling, biting, doing whatever he can to push those words out of his own head, to make Kibum forget that he ever asked that question.
He didn’t like it, he didn’t want a photo of his naked body taken. Whatever the reason, whatever symmetry his body was in, nothing could convince him.
“Kevin, calm down.” Kibum yelled, switching both their positions once more and squeezing the back of Kevin’s neck. Kevin’s shoulders unconsciously rose, breathing calming down. Kibum shook his head, kissing the tip of Kevin’s nose and then shaking his head once more. “I won’t take a photo if you say no.”
Kevin trusted him. Whether it was because of the way he said it or just the glint in his eyes, Kevin trusted him. He nodded distractedly, laying back down comfortably on the bed, tentatively forgetting about both their leaking erections.
Kibum reached for the camera that he had carelessly left near the door by walking over, then looking at their randomly flung clothes. Sitting on the end of the bed where Kevin’s feet were, he tugged slightly on the collar of his shirt to make the shirt somewhat stand, and pulled out Kevin’s underwear from the pants, half-hidden beneath Kevin’s shirt.
Turning on the camera, Kibum focused on the clothes and made sure it wasn’t too zoomed in, leaning back slightly and then taking the picture. Kevin must have heard the click, suddenly flinching at that, before realising that Kibum had his back facing him. He then helped himself up, crawling towards Kibum and leaning over the older man’s bare back.
Obviously, Kibum didn’t need to turn his head to find out who was pressed against his back. He pressed the review button and assessed his photo, rather satisfied with how the picture turned out to be. “This is still life photography.”
Kevin didn’t quite understand, but Kibum explained it to be taking pictures of something that doesn’t move. That would be the subject, and would take up the whole picture’s focus. He was mixing the genres around, liking to twist ideas of the many genres into one concoction. The dim light gave the picture a contrast, further emphasising the silhouette of their clothing.
“It’s…really good, it doesn’t feel as repulsive as I thought it would be.” Kevin gasped softly, while Kibum let him hold the camera to see the picture better. The younger man then shifted himself to sit beside Kibum, fingers touching the screen as if feeling the texture of the clothes. “Can I see the other pictures?”
“Mm, go on.” Kibum waited, watching as Kevin fell into the trap he laid. He stared as Kevin reviewed the other pictures, those he had taken to build up the impression of him, then feeling an urge to lean closer, breathing in the sweet scent of Kevin’s hair. Kevin tensed up, though acting unaffected by the closeness.
In fact, he should have felt relieved Kibum was “advancing”, but then again, he could not guess Kibum’s next move. The man was always so random, surprising him when he least expect something. Maybe that was why he tensed so instinctively, afraid of the unknown and not the unfamiliarity.
It was hard to concentrate with someone so literally breathing down his neck, his eyes unfocusedly watching the images flash past his eyes. There were many black and white pictures of the street, and Kevin could make out the Korean words advertising stationeries, yet had to take a second glance at the pictures to realise they were really taken in Korea. After seeing this set of pictures, there were a few pictures of animals laying around lazily, or standing up proudly looking somewhere distant. He didn’t quite understand, but their silhouette looked stunning.
Moving further back in time, there were a lot of different sized plates put together. This must be still life photography, Kevin thought, seeing different balls put into one picture as well.
“These are classics.” Kibum whispered against Kevin’s ear, watching him focus, breath caught in the younger’s throat as Kibum came too near. “There are other pictures that loosely follow the genre, and an example would be the one of our clothes.”
Kevin nodded, wanting Kibum to stop using that low seductive tone. It was too spellbinding, that Kevin was drunk plainly on those words.
Scanning through the other pictures because Kevin wasn’t interested in still life photography, apparently, he paused at a photo of the clouds.
“Cloudscape. I thought you would like it too.”
Clouds, Kevin simply thought. These were his best friends, the one he promised things to. He never liked stars because there were so little of them, unlike what the older generation always said. Wish upon a star? Wish upon what when there aren’t any stars in the sky? Might as well wish upon a cloud, because they were almost always in the sky, blocking his pale skin from the strong sun too.
Kibum stealthily moved to behind Kevin, wrapping his arms around the younger boy’s waist and comfortably nuzzling his nose against Kevin’s neck. This position was really comfortable, Kibum sighed. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah.” Kevin distractedly replied, finally pressing the previous button and pausing once more. He could almost feel the breeze, as if the scene was right in front of him. “I want to see this.”
Kibum didn’t know if that was a request directed at him or just a mindless mutter. But he promised Kevin internally, that he would bring the younger out. Was it the childish tone in Kevin’s voice? Kibum really did want to see the innocence hidden behind this body that was utterly shamed by numerous men.
This body that was somehow in symmetry, but this beauty that probably wasn’t appreciated by the countless men that shoved their erection up Kevin’s abused entrance. Kibum chuckled humourlessly, realising he was also another one of the countless men. What made him different?
He carried Kevin to the bathroom while the younger was entranced by the captivating pictures of the cloud, placing the light body into the bathtub and then filling it up with warm water. Kevin blinked, looking up at him but Kibum only pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“Your expression to my photos arouses me more than anything.” Kibum chuckled, noticing that Kevin had reached the last picture. “Let’s finish this some other day. I’m rather tired tonight, so I’ll just leave the money on the bed.”
Kevin hadn’t had a chance to stop the older man from leaving the bathroom and then grabbing his shirt in the other hand that wasn’t holding the camera. He wanted to stand up but a part of him liked this warmth that was surrounding him. And Kibum told him not to leave the bathroom until his erection had eased away, giving him more reasons to stay put.
As the hotel room’s door shut, Kevin couldn’t forget all that had happened. Didn’t Kibum have his own erection? Why tend to his first? Those pictures…what did Kibum mean when he said his expression to those photos arouses him more than anything?
Kevin sunk into the bathtub, eyes gently closing.
Maybe he didn’t really want to figure Kibum out. Maybe these surprises would make his life a lot more interesting that it was. Maybe….just maybe Kibum wanted to meet him once more, or many more times, like he did.
“Ki…bum…” Kevin whispered, the first time calling such a name. “Kibum.”
It was addicting, like a drug.
What has gotten over him?
“Kibum…”
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Here's chapter 7!
Not enough time for author's rant, trying to help someone else deal with plagiarism D<