Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes 1/1
Author's Note: Someone wanted more slash. I'm easing into bits here and there, so this is a bit of a ficlet. Inspiration is a nursery rhyme. I wanted inspiration and that song came into my head. :/ Here's a quick Khunyoung told from Wooyoung's POV.
You make my head spin. You make it whir. I was complacent and calm and fine without you. Life was dandy, easy even. It made sense. I was supposed to marry a nice girl, have some nice kids. You happened. You and your perfection and your heart…all of it happened. I’m insane without you, and mental with you. You made me crack and fall and I haven’t been able to get it together since. I don’t think I want to.
Your shoulders were the first killing point. They grew stronger by the day as I grew to be a man and I remember all the times they held me. I think of all the times I cried on them and you didn’t judge me otherwise. I loved to fall on them in my joy, nudge them when I shared a secret, shared a look…before I wanted to share a kiss. Your lips shouldered me too, kept me holding on to a hope that one day we could be how we wanted. How we want. Innocence lost after pushing the limits of fan service. Helping us take a dive into the great unknown of intimate love and come out with our heads above water. Our shoulders became tight as we grasped each other in the silence of our rooms, out of view in passageways or areas riddled with darkness. Their muscles shifted each time your strained above me, moved within me and sweetly said my name. Your shoulders could make every joint of my body buckle and have me coming hard or soft with their ministrations.
My knees buckled either way. Bone melted into cartilage, then flesh, then liquid, as I wanted to slide with you into nothingness and disappear into our own world. Our knees saddle by each other every time we make love. Chest to back, chest to chest, they hold us up as moan, curses thrown to the wind and sweat sliding off caressing hands. Knees that link to sinew thighs, lifted and dropped so we can reach nirvana before they buckle again. Shifted, pulled, hitched; their backs ride your shoulders without restraint, only clenching when you stretch me. They hook to pull you closer, get you deeper. They fall to my own shoulders to do the same. You make my knees buckle from a tease or a fuck, and it runs through to every tip of my body.
Toes curl and extend, confused with what to do as you make them twitch. Though they know when I’m letting go all over. Sweat pouring, blood pumping, cocks pulsing, they still, waiting to relax until we’re done. Until you’ve had your way with me and I with you. You in me and I in you. They’re toes that lay next to yours in sheets on your bed, tickled with the thought that they lay next to yours, wrestle with yours.
I want and love everything about you and how it makes me feel. The eyes on your face, big and innocent but alluring when they wish to be. The ears that redden with embarrassment or lust, though only I can tell the difference. That pout mouth that I wish I could fall into at all hours of the day. They’re the pillows that I want to rest my own upon; even let my nose bump yours when I rush to taste them.
Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Eyes and ears and mouth and nose. Call me baby and keep me close. Let me admire what I love so.
You make my head spin. You make it whir. I was complacent and calm and fine without you. Life was dandy, easy even. It made sense. I was supposed to marry a nice girl, have some nice kids. You happened. You and your perfection and your heart…all of it happened. I’m insane without you, and mental with you. You made me crack and fall and I haven’t been able to get it together since. I don’t think I want to.
Your shoulders were the first killing point. They grew stronger by the day as I grew to be a man and I remember all the times they held me. I think of all the times I cried on them and you didn’t judge me otherwise. I loved to fall on them in my joy, nudge them when I shared a secret, shared a look…before I wanted to share a kiss. Your lips shouldered me too, kept me holding on to a hope that one day we could be how we wanted. How we want. Innocence lost after pushing the limits of fan service. Helping us take a dive into the great unknown of intimate love and come out with our heads above water. Our shoulders became tight as we grasped each other in the silence of our rooms, out of view in passageways or areas riddled with darkness. Their muscles shifted each time your strained above me, moved within me and sweetly said my name. Your shoulders could make every joint of my body buckle and have me coming hard or soft with their ministrations.
My knees buckled either way. Bone melted into cartilage, then flesh, then liquid, as I wanted to slide with you into nothingness and disappear into our own world. Our knees saddle by each other every time we make love. Chest to back, chest to chest, they hold us up as moan, curses thrown to the wind and sweat sliding off caressing hands. Knees that link to sinew thighs, lifted and dropped so we can reach nirvana before they buckle again. Shifted, pulled, hitched; their backs ride your shoulders without restraint, only clenching when you stretch me. They hook to pull you closer, get you deeper. They fall to my own shoulders to do the same. You make my knees buckle from a tease or a fuck, and it runs through to every tip of my body.
Toes curl and extend, confused with what to do as you make them twitch. Though they know when I’m letting go all over. Sweat pouring, blood pumping, cocks pulsing, they still, waiting to relax until we’re done. Until you’ve had your way with me and I with you. You in me and I in you. They’re toes that lay next to yours in sheets on your bed, tickled with the thought that they lay next to yours, wrestle with yours.
I want and love everything about you and how it makes me feel. The eyes on your face, big and innocent but alluring when they wish to be. The ears that redden with embarrassment or lust, though only I can tell the difference. That pout mouth that I wish I could fall into at all hours of the day. They’re the pillows that I want to rest my own upon; even let my nose bump yours when I rush to taste them.
Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Eyes and ears and mouth and nose. Call me baby and keep me close. Let me admire what I love so.