Behind the Sex - Chapter 19
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 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18
Kibum had actually slipped out of bed earlier, going to a hospital to rent a wheelchair, before slipping back into bed to be Kevin’s bolster. The two of them then woke up about an hour later, in a mess of bed sheets and tangled limbs.
“I got you a wheelchair, see if you can sit in it.” Kibum said, placing Kevin onto the cushioned wheelchair. The younger tried to hide his small whimper, but the flinch on his face was enough indication for Kibum. Kibum then folded the wheelchair and left it aside, carrying Kevin despite his protests.
“Let’s go brush your teeth.” Kibum smiled, while Kevin yawned gently, sleepiness still not yet fading. Kevin shifted slightly in embrace, leaving Kibum to apply toothpaste onto his toothbrush as he tried to catch a little more sleep. Kibum gently shook hm awake once more, letting Kevin brush his own teeth while he carried Kevin in another position so the younger could reach the sink.
The older man watched Kevin with affectionate eyes, the younger cutely brushing his teeth sloppily and sleepily. Kevin filled his mouth up with the foam, then spitting the excess out before returning to brushing other spots in his mouth. When he was done, Kevin reached out for the tap and started washing his mouth, gargling and then spitting out the water once more.
“I’m done.” Kevin said, kissing Kibum’s cheeks just because he felt like it. Giggling, he pulled back and wrapped his arms about Kibum as the older changed his position once more. “Can you feel my minty breath?”
“Mm.” Kibum chuckled at Kevin’s behaviour, then bringing the younger man out to the sofa and laying him down. “I’ll go wash up and make breakfast.”
Kevin nodded obediently, sighing as he watched Kibum’s back view disappear into the bathroom. Was it illegal for him to enjoy it too much? Having someone care for him so much that he didn’t need to do a single unnecessary thing, that even his stomach would be taken care of. All he needed to do was lay around and make sure he doesn’t tear his wound. It just seemed like he had gotten the best out of a deal that he was forced to agree.
Kibum reappeared soon enough, cracking an egg and then beating it, before adding it on the bread he had bought the day before. Frying the bread coated with egg, he made four slices before placing two on each of the two plates. He then boiled some sausages, cracking some more eggs in the process to make an omelette.
Kevin found this more interesting than the morning show on the television, leaning over the arm with a small smile tugging the ends of his lips while watching this calm and neat process. Kibum flipped the egg rather skilfully, adding some salt for taste and then flipping it once more. He switched off the gas source to extinguish the fire, then opening the plates drawer to bring out a new plate. Moving to the tap and rinsing the plate, he dried it with a cloth before transferring the egg on it.
Moving to the pot with sausages boiling, Kibum then picked them out and placed them on the plate with the bread. Setting up the table simply, Kibum smiled at Kevin who had been staring.
“Hungry? Breakfast’s ready.” Kibum said, washing his hands once more and then moving to Kevin. The younger man stretched out his hands, more comfortable and accustomed to being carried around, then settling comfortably in his seat while the morning show filled up the silence between them. “Rather simple. Is that okay with you?”
“I usually eat anything.” Kevin nodded happily, secretly wanting to go to a supermarket to buy a pink, fluffy apron for Kibum. He would look cuter in that, and it would feel more homely. If only he could cook, then maybe he could wear an apron himself and make food for Kibum. It would probably be a nice feeling seeing Kibum eat his food happily, as if he was Kibum’s little- Kevin hit his own head, willing himself to stop thinking of weird things.
Kibum just cared like a friend, nothing else to that.
The older man frowned slightly when Kevin facepalmed, reaching over to grab Kevin’s hands. He didn’t like Kevin hitting himself over nothing. “Something wrong? Is the food no good?”
“No, I was just thinking of weird things.” Kevin bit his lower lip, praying that Kibum wouldn’t ask what. “I like the eggs, can I have them tomorrow too?”
“Of course.” Kibum smiled, wiping the crumbs of bread at the side of Kevin’s mouth. Kevin felt his lips tingle at the touch, sweeping a tongue over them as if feeling the touch that was lingering, even if Kibum’s hand had long went back to his side. “Eat slowly.”
-
Kibum had made a mental promise with himself. Whatever that he couldn’t do for Kevin that night years ago, he was going to multiply it and do so right then, knowing that it hadn’t been the best memory for the younger that fateful day. Everything was going to be under his watchful eyes - Kevin’s hunger, Kevin’s thirst, Kevin’s bathroom needs, Kevin’s entertainment, everything. It might sound insane to anyone else, but Kibum didn’t think of it as a burden nor a trouble.
Shirking his responsibility that night, even if it hadn’t been intentional, was something he couldn’t forgive himself for.
So despite straining his muscles to carry Kevin for a long period of time, because a constant weight (even if it was pretty light) was still rather energy draining, he would do it. Even if it meant putting everything about Kevin before himself, though he wasn’t the most selfless person in the world, he would do it. Even if it meant going against the rules as a psychology student embarking on his last semester’s project, he would, he would do it.
Because it was Kevin.
The man he had accidentally given his heart to.
Some other day, maybe, he would deal with his feelings and try to lock them up. Even if he had said this over and over again, one day, he knew he would finally be able to do it. Not today, not any of the coming three days, though.
Due to this, Kevin hardly got to sit around for the next few days if Kibum could help it. The wheelchair brought in was promptly returned, because of the subtle flinch Kevin tried to hide from Kibum’s eyes to no avail. From then on, if Kevin wasn’t lying down on the sofa or the bed, he would be in Kibum’s arms.
Kevin became very unsure, very afraid. It felt nice, but it was also scary to be in Kibum’s arms so constantly. He became reliant on Kibum’s warmth, easily pulling the older man near when he feels a slight chill, cuddling closer at night. Even if Kibum hasn’t offered, he would extend his arms with a small pout, waiting for the older man to scoop him up with expectant eyes.
But his heart was trembling, quivering, shaking and losing control. It weakened him, completely allowing him to melt in the warm embrace, so much that he doesn’t want to leave these strong arms around him anymore. The manly scent of Kibum’s attracted him to no end, like flowers to bees, and if possible, Kevin wanted to be nearer, closer.
They hadn’t had sex for quite some time, Kevin pressed his lips together, thinking deeply. That might be the reason why Kevin had this urge to be closer.
They hadn’t had sex for quite some time, but of all the days, Kibum had seen him completely naked. Other than solving Kevin’s problem that never failed to come every time Kibum bathes him, the older man hadn’t touched him sexually. Today, too, Kibum laid Kevin’s naked form on the bed, separated by a towel.
Kibum then moved to get cotton buds and the medication cream, before returning to Kevin, whispering for him to move into a kneeling position.
“It should hurt less than yesterday, but if you still can’t take the pain, eat the painkillers there.” Kibum said, referring to the cup of water and painkillers on the side table beside the bed. He then applied the medication cream on the cotton bud, smearing it over so it wasn’t threatening to drop. “Ready?”
Kevin nodded, humming softly while hugging a pillow as if to transfer the pain.
Kibum first coated Kevin’s entrance with the medication, before reapplying the cream and then prodding further inside. Kevin felt the cool sensation on one of the tear inside him, whimpering softly. It had been that exact spot that constantly hurts, while the rest seemed to be healing fine.
With the older man continuing cautiously, Kevin remembered how Kibum was seriously reapplying the medication cream without touching him that way. Kibum would usually coat his index finger with the cream and enter Kevin at the end, gently pressing his finger against the walls inside because the cotton bud he used was too short to reach the wounds there. Maybe Kevin should make use of the chance then to test Kibum out. He didn’t think of this idea in the previous days, usually too busy trying to will the pain away. But today was the final day, and Kevin wanted to know if he was the only party attracted.
Realising that the older man’s finger had entered him, Kevin moaned lowly, shifting slightly to make himself more believable. Turning his head slightly, he saw Kibum working on, unfazed. Unconvinced that Kibum wouldn’t have a single reaction to the sounds, Kevin started whining, purposefully spreading his legs a little more.
There wasn’t even a tent in Kibum’s pants. To think he was getting more responsive recently. How was this man actually sexually active, continuously coming back to him for sex when he's not even aroused by these sounds that usually sent every other man shuddering? Or was Kevin losing his attractiveness after being so torn apart? He wasn’t exactly sure how his entrance looked right now, but hopefully it wasn’t repulsive enough for Kibum to lose interest.
Kibum smiled lightly when he was done, contented with his work, then moving to dispose the cotton buds and wash his hands. Kevin was left to tighten the cap over the medication tube, waiting for Kibum to come back. Returning a moment later, Kibum then helped Kevin into his clothes, carefully raising Kevin when he needed to wear his underwear and pants.
Kevin frowned, staring at Kibum wear his shirt for him with utmost concentration, as if more interested in the shirt than him. “Am I ugly?”
“Of course not, you're one of the most beautiful person I've ever seen.” Kibum smiled, realising the younger was pouting slightly. He shifted forward, then kissing Kevin's lips lightly. “See? I couldn't resist.”
“Who's the other?” Kevin felt his heart skip a beat, as if afraid of the answer. He didn’t even care about Kibum kissing him saying how he couldn’t resist. He needed to know who else was beautiful, since he was only one of them.
He didn't want someone else, anyone else, being beautiful in Kibum's eyes.
What was that? It frightened Kevin so much that he would have such a thought. Why does he care who looked beautiful in the other's eyes? Heck, a thousand people can look more beautiful in Kibum’s eyes and it doesn’t even matter. Or does it?
Kibum laughed at the insecurities shown in Kevin's eyes, not knowing it was more than just skin deep beauty the younger was talking about. Done with dressing Kevin, he then combed the younger’s hair with his hand, smiling softly.
“My mother.”
Face brightening up almost instantly, Kevin forgot his previous suspicions of Kibum's questionable reactions to his moans. He wasn’t sure why he was so happy either, but he was. Kevin then stretched out his arm, the older instinctively moving to carry him.
Sure, Kevin didn’t have a place to go. But he wanted to be in Kibum’s arms.
-
Kibum checked the time, realising it was close to eleven o’clock. Kevin should sleep early, since he had four dates lined up for him in the coming two days due to Kibum cooping him up in the dormitory. Standing up, he then asked if the younger boy was sleepy.
Kevin nodded gently, rubbing his eyes due to a sudden itch. Kibum then switched off the television, carrying the younger up from his lap into the bedroom. Smiling softly at the younger’s serene face, Kibum carefully laid Kevin down, and then tucking his body under the bed sheets. The weather had been rather chilly these days, best to keep him warm.
Pressing a gentle kiss on the younger’s forehead, Kibum then straightened himself, moving outside to wear his shoes and leave.
Noticing instantly that the warmth he was used to hadn’t arrived, Kevin forced himself to open his eyes, walking quickly to the door. He pouted when he noticed the older was tying his shoelaces, taking a few steps closer. When Kibum stood up, he then wrapped his arms around Kibum’s waist, disallowing him to take a step further. He felt Kibum jerk a little, probably surprised that he wasn’t asleep on bed. “You’re leaving?”
“Why are you walking around?” Kibum said sternly, almost reprimanding. Kevin couldn’t see his face, but he guessed it looked rather serious.
“The wound wouldn't tear...” Kevin whispered, walking half a round and hugging Kibum from the front. Looking up into Kibum’s eyes, Kevin managed his best pleading look, completing it with a pout. “Can we have a round? You can be gentle and I can check beforehand if it would tear tomorrow.”
“I…” Kibum hesitated, but decided Kevin was being logical, forgetting that it'd hurt if the wound actually did tear. “We’ll go slow.”
Or maybe they both just couldn't resist the idea, so much that it actually did sound logical.
-
Kibum gently pressed Kevin onto the bed, climbing onto him but not placing any weight on the younger boy, fully supporting himself on the knees that were straddling Kevin. With both their lips locked together, tongue tasting the flavour of the other’s mouth, Kevin clung tightly onto Kibum’s shirt. Returning the kiss like a slow burning fire of passion, Kibum then gently held the back of Kevin’s neck, smiling softly into the kiss.
Kevin mewled, missing this sort of lust sprouting from within their bodies. He raised a leg and rubbed it teasingly against Kibum’s pants, moaning to the older man’s soft touches lingering on his body. Gently having his face held in Kibum’s hand, Kevin then arched his back at a sharper angle, as if raising himself towards the warmth.
The two then pulled away from the heated kiss, warm breaths colliding, but the two not minding the pants against their face. Kevin’s eyes met with Kibum’s hazy ones, smiling, before tugging the man’s collar down once more and fiercely ravishing the older man’s mouth. Understanding Kevin’s unspoken needs, Kibum then slid his hands beneath the shirt and left light, feathery touches tickling the sensitive skin.
Writhing violently under those touches, turning into a mess of moans, Kevin suddenly felt Kibum pull away completely. The older man frowned visibly, pressing his lips together as if deciding what to do.
“Huh?” A dazed expression from Kevin, hidden member already throbbing in want.
“I can’t tease you today.” Kibum pressed a quick kiss against Kevin’s lips, smiling softly. “I don’t want you wriggling around too much.”
Kevin pouted slightly, before nodding sadly. Kibum then took off his own shirt, the younger doing the same. They were skipping the foreplay, so even their pants could go. Anyhow, Kevin comforted himself, at least they weren’t stopping. Bare bodies meeting with both of them kneeling on the bed, Kevin grinded his erection against Kibum’s and slung his arms around the older man’s neck, hands too naturally falling into such a position after these few days.
Kibum firmly reached for and held onto Kevin’s member, the younger whimpering instantly. Kevin then bit his lower lip, leaning his head against Kibum’s shoulders as if for support. It was a different thing to be touched this way with water to cool this addicting heat. This was at least ten times more exhilarating, causing Kevin to throw his head back and moan incoherently.
“You got sensitive, kitty.” Kibum chuckled lowly, leaving heavy breaths against Kevin’s ear.
“T-True.” Kevin stuttered weakly, buckling his hips as much as he could, regretfully unable to do a thing for Kibum in his state. “I haven’t had sex for four days.”
“Then it must have been a good decision.” Kibum smirked, nibbling onto the younger’s ear. Kevin purred softly, pathetic against Kibum’s gentle bites. It was never painful, always a slight graze, leaving him begging for more contact. It was the exact same way he would leave kisses on Kevin’s lips, something that Kevin got hooked on. Kibum licked the younger’s earlobe as a final touch, before whispering. “I wouldn’t want anyone seeing you this way.”
Kevin didn’t have enough time to process those words, the older man slowly lowering him down flat once more. Carefully, and after Kibum’s repetitive questioning that somehow didn’t quite kill the mood, the older man slowly entered Kevin. Kevin bit his lower lip, trying his best to tune out the pain and to enjoy the length in him. Groaning, Kevin clenched unconsciously around Kibum.
“F-Fuck me.” Kevin pleaded, leaking erection twitching for friction, his own body burning in desire. “K-Kibum, p-please…”
Kibum frowned, slowly pulling out and then filling Kevin up once more. Kevin screamed in frustration, but no matter how vulgar or sweet his requests were, the older didn’t change his speed. Gasping sharply, his body reaching his limit, Kevin cried, letting tears fall freely down his cheeks.
“A-Are you crying?” Kibum blinked, confused by the sudden tears.
Kevin embarrassedly covered his face with a pillow, futilely hiding his sobs that were accompanied by hiccups. Blushing furiously, he cursed himself for being so horrible.
“Kevin, are you crying?” Kibum bit his lower lip, wondering if he should just pull out of Kevin and check on the younger. Did he hurt him too much?
“Can you…” Kevin placed the pillow aside, looking at Kibum with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. Biting his lower lip while sniffing embarrassedly, Kevin looked away and then built up his courage once more to look back into Kibum’s eyes. “Fuck me please?”
Kibum coughed, erection turning stiffer than before. Kevin probably had no idea how erotic this scene was, how Kibum was clinging onto the last of his sanity not to do as Kevin wished.
Oh, damn.
-
Haha, @applebelle, here is your peace offering.
Now I want a Lit Student's analysis in my comment box HAHA.
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 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18
Kibum had actually slipped out of bed earlier, going to a hospital to rent a wheelchair, before slipping back into bed to be Kevin’s bolster. The two of them then woke up about an hour later, in a mess of bed sheets and tangled limbs.
“I got you a wheelchair, see if you can sit in it.” Kibum said, placing Kevin onto the cushioned wheelchair. The younger tried to hide his small whimper, but the flinch on his face was enough indication for Kibum. Kibum then folded the wheelchair and left it aside, carrying Kevin despite his protests.
“Let’s go brush your teeth.” Kibum smiled, while Kevin yawned gently, sleepiness still not yet fading. Kevin shifted slightly in embrace, leaving Kibum to apply toothpaste onto his toothbrush as he tried to catch a little more sleep. Kibum gently shook hm awake once more, letting Kevin brush his own teeth while he carried Kevin in another position so the younger could reach the sink.
The older man watched Kevin with affectionate eyes, the younger cutely brushing his teeth sloppily and sleepily. Kevin filled his mouth up with the foam, then spitting the excess out before returning to brushing other spots in his mouth. When he was done, Kevin reached out for the tap and started washing his mouth, gargling and then spitting out the water once more.
“I’m done.” Kevin said, kissing Kibum’s cheeks just because he felt like it. Giggling, he pulled back and wrapped his arms about Kibum as the older changed his position once more. “Can you feel my minty breath?”
“Mm.” Kibum chuckled at Kevin’s behaviour, then bringing the younger man out to the sofa and laying him down. “I’ll go wash up and make breakfast.”
Kevin nodded obediently, sighing as he watched Kibum’s back view disappear into the bathroom. Was it illegal for him to enjoy it too much? Having someone care for him so much that he didn’t need to do a single unnecessary thing, that even his stomach would be taken care of. All he needed to do was lay around and make sure he doesn’t tear his wound. It just seemed like he had gotten the best out of a deal that he was forced to agree.
Kibum reappeared soon enough, cracking an egg and then beating it, before adding it on the bread he had bought the day before. Frying the bread coated with egg, he made four slices before placing two on each of the two plates. He then boiled some sausages, cracking some more eggs in the process to make an omelette.
Kevin found this more interesting than the morning show on the television, leaning over the arm with a small smile tugging the ends of his lips while watching this calm and neat process. Kibum flipped the egg rather skilfully, adding some salt for taste and then flipping it once more. He switched off the gas source to extinguish the fire, then opening the plates drawer to bring out a new plate. Moving to the tap and rinsing the plate, he dried it with a cloth before transferring the egg on it.
Moving to the pot with sausages boiling, Kibum then picked them out and placed them on the plate with the bread. Setting up the table simply, Kibum smiled at Kevin who had been staring.
“Hungry? Breakfast’s ready.” Kibum said, washing his hands once more and then moving to Kevin. The younger man stretched out his hands, more comfortable and accustomed to being carried around, then settling comfortably in his seat while the morning show filled up the silence between them. “Rather simple. Is that okay with you?”
“I usually eat anything.” Kevin nodded happily, secretly wanting to go to a supermarket to buy a pink, fluffy apron for Kibum. He would look cuter in that, and it would feel more homely. If only he could cook, then maybe he could wear an apron himself and make food for Kibum. It would probably be a nice feeling seeing Kibum eat his food happily, as if he was Kibum’s little- Kevin hit his own head, willing himself to stop thinking of weird things.
Kibum just cared like a friend, nothing else to that.
The older man frowned slightly when Kevin facepalmed, reaching over to grab Kevin’s hands. He didn’t like Kevin hitting himself over nothing. “Something wrong? Is the food no good?”
“No, I was just thinking of weird things.” Kevin bit his lower lip, praying that Kibum wouldn’t ask what. “I like the eggs, can I have them tomorrow too?”
“Of course.” Kibum smiled, wiping the crumbs of bread at the side of Kevin’s mouth. Kevin felt his lips tingle at the touch, sweeping a tongue over them as if feeling the touch that was lingering, even if Kibum’s hand had long went back to his side. “Eat slowly.”
-
Kibum had made a mental promise with himself. Whatever that he couldn’t do for Kevin that night years ago, he was going to multiply it and do so right then, knowing that it hadn’t been the best memory for the younger that fateful day. Everything was going to be under his watchful eyes - Kevin’s hunger, Kevin’s thirst, Kevin’s bathroom needs, Kevin’s entertainment, everything. It might sound insane to anyone else, but Kibum didn’t think of it as a burden nor a trouble.
Shirking his responsibility that night, even if it hadn’t been intentional, was something he couldn’t forgive himself for.
So despite straining his muscles to carry Kevin for a long period of time, because a constant weight (even if it was pretty light) was still rather energy draining, he would do it. Even if it meant putting everything about Kevin before himself, though he wasn’t the most selfless person in the world, he would do it. Even if it meant going against the rules as a psychology student embarking on his last semester’s project, he would, he would do it.
Because it was Kevin.
The man he had accidentally given his heart to.
Some other day, maybe, he would deal with his feelings and try to lock them up. Even if he had said this over and over again, one day, he knew he would finally be able to do it. Not today, not any of the coming three days, though.
Due to this, Kevin hardly got to sit around for the next few days if Kibum could help it. The wheelchair brought in was promptly returned, because of the subtle flinch Kevin tried to hide from Kibum’s eyes to no avail. From then on, if Kevin wasn’t lying down on the sofa or the bed, he would be in Kibum’s arms.
Kevin became very unsure, very afraid. It felt nice, but it was also scary to be in Kibum’s arms so constantly. He became reliant on Kibum’s warmth, easily pulling the older man near when he feels a slight chill, cuddling closer at night. Even if Kibum hasn’t offered, he would extend his arms with a small pout, waiting for the older man to scoop him up with expectant eyes.
But his heart was trembling, quivering, shaking and losing control. It weakened him, completely allowing him to melt in the warm embrace, so much that he doesn’t want to leave these strong arms around him anymore. The manly scent of Kibum’s attracted him to no end, like flowers to bees, and if possible, Kevin wanted to be nearer, closer.
They hadn’t had sex for quite some time, Kevin pressed his lips together, thinking deeply. That might be the reason why Kevin had this urge to be closer.
They hadn’t had sex for quite some time, but of all the days, Kibum had seen him completely naked. Other than solving Kevin’s problem that never failed to come every time Kibum bathes him, the older man hadn’t touched him sexually. Today, too, Kibum laid Kevin’s naked form on the bed, separated by a towel.
Kibum then moved to get cotton buds and the medication cream, before returning to Kevin, whispering for him to move into a kneeling position.
“It should hurt less than yesterday, but if you still can’t take the pain, eat the painkillers there.” Kibum said, referring to the cup of water and painkillers on the side table beside the bed. He then applied the medication cream on the cotton bud, smearing it over so it wasn’t threatening to drop. “Ready?”
Kevin nodded, humming softly while hugging a pillow as if to transfer the pain.
Kibum first coated Kevin’s entrance with the medication, before reapplying the cream and then prodding further inside. Kevin felt the cool sensation on one of the tear inside him, whimpering softly. It had been that exact spot that constantly hurts, while the rest seemed to be healing fine.
With the older man continuing cautiously, Kevin remembered how Kibum was seriously reapplying the medication cream without touching him that way. Kibum would usually coat his index finger with the cream and enter Kevin at the end, gently pressing his finger against the walls inside because the cotton bud he used was too short to reach the wounds there. Maybe Kevin should make use of the chance then to test Kibum out. He didn’t think of this idea in the previous days, usually too busy trying to will the pain away. But today was the final day, and Kevin wanted to know if he was the only party attracted.
Realising that the older man’s finger had entered him, Kevin moaned lowly, shifting slightly to make himself more believable. Turning his head slightly, he saw Kibum working on, unfazed. Unconvinced that Kibum wouldn’t have a single reaction to the sounds, Kevin started whining, purposefully spreading his legs a little more.
There wasn’t even a tent in Kibum’s pants. To think he was getting more responsive recently. How was this man actually sexually active, continuously coming back to him for sex when he's not even aroused by these sounds that usually sent every other man shuddering? Or was Kevin losing his attractiveness after being so torn apart? He wasn’t exactly sure how his entrance looked right now, but hopefully it wasn’t repulsive enough for Kibum to lose interest.
Kibum smiled lightly when he was done, contented with his work, then moving to dispose the cotton buds and wash his hands. Kevin was left to tighten the cap over the medication tube, waiting for Kibum to come back. Returning a moment later, Kibum then helped Kevin into his clothes, carefully raising Kevin when he needed to wear his underwear and pants.
Kevin frowned, staring at Kibum wear his shirt for him with utmost concentration, as if more interested in the shirt than him. “Am I ugly?”
“Of course not, you're one of the most beautiful person I've ever seen.” Kibum smiled, realising the younger was pouting slightly. He shifted forward, then kissing Kevin's lips lightly. “See? I couldn't resist.”
“Who's the other?” Kevin felt his heart skip a beat, as if afraid of the answer. He didn’t even care about Kibum kissing him saying how he couldn’t resist. He needed to know who else was beautiful, since he was only one of them.
He didn't want someone else, anyone else, being beautiful in Kibum's eyes.
What was that? It frightened Kevin so much that he would have such a thought. Why does he care who looked beautiful in the other's eyes? Heck, a thousand people can look more beautiful in Kibum’s eyes and it doesn’t even matter. Or does it?
Kibum laughed at the insecurities shown in Kevin's eyes, not knowing it was more than just skin deep beauty the younger was talking about. Done with dressing Kevin, he then combed the younger’s hair with his hand, smiling softly.
“My mother.”
Face brightening up almost instantly, Kevin forgot his previous suspicions of Kibum's questionable reactions to his moans. He wasn’t sure why he was so happy either, but he was. Kevin then stretched out his arm, the older instinctively moving to carry him.
Sure, Kevin didn’t have a place to go. But he wanted to be in Kibum’s arms.
-
Kibum checked the time, realising it was close to eleven o’clock. Kevin should sleep early, since he had four dates lined up for him in the coming two days due to Kibum cooping him up in the dormitory. Standing up, he then asked if the younger boy was sleepy.
Kevin nodded gently, rubbing his eyes due to a sudden itch. Kibum then switched off the television, carrying the younger up from his lap into the bedroom. Smiling softly at the younger’s serene face, Kibum carefully laid Kevin down, and then tucking his body under the bed sheets. The weather had been rather chilly these days, best to keep him warm.
Pressing a gentle kiss on the younger’s forehead, Kibum then straightened himself, moving outside to wear his shoes and leave.
Noticing instantly that the warmth he was used to hadn’t arrived, Kevin forced himself to open his eyes, walking quickly to the door. He pouted when he noticed the older was tying his shoelaces, taking a few steps closer. When Kibum stood up, he then wrapped his arms around Kibum’s waist, disallowing him to take a step further. He felt Kibum jerk a little, probably surprised that he wasn’t asleep on bed. “You’re leaving?”
“Why are you walking around?” Kibum said sternly, almost reprimanding. Kevin couldn’t see his face, but he guessed it looked rather serious.
“The wound wouldn't tear...” Kevin whispered, walking half a round and hugging Kibum from the front. Looking up into Kibum’s eyes, Kevin managed his best pleading look, completing it with a pout. “Can we have a round? You can be gentle and I can check beforehand if it would tear tomorrow.”
“I…” Kibum hesitated, but decided Kevin was being logical, forgetting that it'd hurt if the wound actually did tear. “We’ll go slow.”
Or maybe they both just couldn't resist the idea, so much that it actually did sound logical.
-
Kibum gently pressed Kevin onto the bed, climbing onto him but not placing any weight on the younger boy, fully supporting himself on the knees that were straddling Kevin. With both their lips locked together, tongue tasting the flavour of the other’s mouth, Kevin clung tightly onto Kibum’s shirt. Returning the kiss like a slow burning fire of passion, Kibum then gently held the back of Kevin’s neck, smiling softly into the kiss.
Kevin mewled, missing this sort of lust sprouting from within their bodies. He raised a leg and rubbed it teasingly against Kibum’s pants, moaning to the older man’s soft touches lingering on his body. Gently having his face held in Kibum’s hand, Kevin then arched his back at a sharper angle, as if raising himself towards the warmth.
The two then pulled away from the heated kiss, warm breaths colliding, but the two not minding the pants against their face. Kevin’s eyes met with Kibum’s hazy ones, smiling, before tugging the man’s collar down once more and fiercely ravishing the older man’s mouth. Understanding Kevin’s unspoken needs, Kibum then slid his hands beneath the shirt and left light, feathery touches tickling the sensitive skin.
Writhing violently under those touches, turning into a mess of moans, Kevin suddenly felt Kibum pull away completely. The older man frowned visibly, pressing his lips together as if deciding what to do.
“Huh?” A dazed expression from Kevin, hidden member already throbbing in want.
“I can’t tease you today.” Kibum pressed a quick kiss against Kevin’s lips, smiling softly. “I don’t want you wriggling around too much.”
Kevin pouted slightly, before nodding sadly. Kibum then took off his own shirt, the younger doing the same. They were skipping the foreplay, so even their pants could go. Anyhow, Kevin comforted himself, at least they weren’t stopping. Bare bodies meeting with both of them kneeling on the bed, Kevin grinded his erection against Kibum’s and slung his arms around the older man’s neck, hands too naturally falling into such a position after these few days.
Kibum firmly reached for and held onto Kevin’s member, the younger whimpering instantly. Kevin then bit his lower lip, leaning his head against Kibum’s shoulders as if for support. It was a different thing to be touched this way with water to cool this addicting heat. This was at least ten times more exhilarating, causing Kevin to throw his head back and moan incoherently.
“You got sensitive, kitty.” Kibum chuckled lowly, leaving heavy breaths against Kevin’s ear.
“T-True.” Kevin stuttered weakly, buckling his hips as much as he could, regretfully unable to do a thing for Kibum in his state. “I haven’t had sex for four days.”
“Then it must have been a good decision.” Kibum smirked, nibbling onto the younger’s ear. Kevin purred softly, pathetic against Kibum’s gentle bites. It was never painful, always a slight graze, leaving him begging for more contact. It was the exact same way he would leave kisses on Kevin’s lips, something that Kevin got hooked on. Kibum licked the younger’s earlobe as a final touch, before whispering. “I wouldn’t want anyone seeing you this way.”
Kevin didn’t have enough time to process those words, the older man slowly lowering him down flat once more. Carefully, and after Kibum’s repetitive questioning that somehow didn’t quite kill the mood, the older man slowly entered Kevin. Kevin bit his lower lip, trying his best to tune out the pain and to enjoy the length in him. Groaning, Kevin clenched unconsciously around Kibum.
“F-Fuck me.” Kevin pleaded, leaking erection twitching for friction, his own body burning in desire. “K-Kibum, p-please…”
Kibum frowned, slowly pulling out and then filling Kevin up once more. Kevin screamed in frustration, but no matter how vulgar or sweet his requests were, the older didn’t change his speed. Gasping sharply, his body reaching his limit, Kevin cried, letting tears fall freely down his cheeks.
“A-Are you crying?” Kibum blinked, confused by the sudden tears.
Kevin embarrassedly covered his face with a pillow, futilely hiding his sobs that were accompanied by hiccups. Blushing furiously, he cursed himself for being so horrible.
“Kevin, are you crying?” Kibum bit his lower lip, wondering if he should just pull out of Kevin and check on the younger. Did he hurt him too much?
“Can you…” Kevin placed the pillow aside, looking at Kibum with teary eyes and flushed cheeks. Biting his lower lip while sniffing embarrassedly, Kevin looked away and then built up his courage once more to look back into Kibum’s eyes. “Fuck me please?”
Kibum coughed, erection turning stiffer than before. Kevin probably had no idea how erotic this scene was, how Kibum was clinging onto the last of his sanity not to do as Kevin wished.
Oh, damn.
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