Sleep Dancing
My lovelies~ well, i have good news, which is: i have finally figured out the ending to Die With Me, so i can finally start finishing that, but bad news is i still have a few things to write before i can get to that...here is a little something to welcome back my beloved dongsaeng, mawaru_berry
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Title: Sleep Dancing
Pairing: OnKey (Jinki/Kibum)
Summary: For Kibum, the night isn't for sleeping (probably not what you guys are thinking~!)
Genre: angstysmuttyfluff?
Rating: R
Sleep Dancing
It’s twenty minutes past one when Jinki walks out of the bathroom, hair dripping and ready to collapse onto the bed. He’s already half lying on the mattress, when he pauses and looks back up, eyebrows shooting into his hair as he takes in what his roommate is wearing.
“Kibummie? What are you doing?” It’s too late to be asking questions like this, hell it’s too late to be awake when they had schedules in- Jinki glances warily at the clock- in four hours.
“Hmm? I’m going out.” Kibum says it whilst unwrapping a pack of gum and popping it into his mouth, acting as if it was the most normal thing to be doing. He gets up and smoothes his clothes with a head tilt and a grin, “how do I look?”
Jinki takes in the tight leather pants and low-cut dress shirt and he thinks, fucking wonderful, but he narrows his eyes instead, “like you should be changing back into your pajamas.”
Kibum pauses and levels a steady look at Jinki perched on the bed, towel flung over his hair hazardously, but then heads towards the door, tossing him a wide grin, “You should know I don’t wear pajamas.”
Jinki sits staring at the door.
Kibum doesn’t do it everyday, because even if he hates it, he still needed sleep. But even if it wasn’t all the time, it was still more than he should be doing and Jinki wishes he knew how to stop it.
Sleep's a waste of time, Kibum drawls the next time Jinki brings it up, as he slips nonchalantly sips on his black coffee with three shots of expresso and no sugar.
Jinki doesn’t know whether he wants to reach out and slap him across the face or lean across the table and taste the coffee on Kibum’s lips.
The next time it happens, Jinki doesn’t say anything and instead he pulls on a jacket and his own boots, holding the door open for Kibum, staring impassively when the other glances at him questioningly. They end up in one of the hottest nightclubs in Seoul and Jinki is left to watch Kibum dance promiscuously in the crowd of bodies and grind up against men who don’t even deserve be noticed by someone like Kibum.
He downs three shots of vodka in a minute because he can not stand the teasing smirks and sensual movements Kibum is lavishing on the circle of men around him, especially not the long, challenging stares he fixes on Jinki the whole time. He doesn’t do anything until he sees one of the men sliding a hand under Kibum’s top, whilst reaching down to squeeze at the smaller man’s crotch, Kibum struggling uncomfortably. Jinki is up and moving before he realizes what he’s doing, yanking Kibum non too gently away from the man, furious eyes allowing no argument. He drags his bandmate by the wrists along the streets and they don’t say anything even when they get home.
He doesn’t ask why Kibum is doing this and Kibum doesn’t ask why he did what he did.
Minho frowns at the fingerprint bruises around Kibum’s wrist the next morning and Kibum just laughs and ruffles the taller boy’s hair, telling the other he was dancing in his sleep.
Minho is left confused and Kibum meets his eyes across the room and there’s a dash of something different in that gaze that sends a shiver down Jinki’s back.
They establish a pattern to it and every Friday night, Kibum would sneak out and go to a different night club, dance up a storm (although he was careful not to piss Jinki off completely by going too far), then they’d go home, sometimes in silence and sometimes chatting animatedly as they lean against each other in the empty bus.
Tonight is not an exception and Jinki finds himself surrounded by scantily-clad girls and the smell of perfume and alcohol, the music blarring in his ear. He barely registers the girl strutting up to him, until she’s leaning against him and he can feel the swell of her brests and her tiny hands flitting around his waistband. She peeks at him through her lashes as she leans in to press a kiss to his mouth, but she’s yanked back suddenly and Jinki blinks up at a furious Kibum.
He’s dragged by his collar onto the dance floor, Kibum grinding his ass straight into Jinki’s crotch as they dance, head tilted back against him, lips parted. He’s relentless and there’s a firm grip on Jinki’s arms holding him in place; Kibum only moving away when he can feel the undeniable hardness pressing into his ass. Kibum leaves him standing there and by the time Jinki walks out of the bathroom, the other is already gone.
Kibum spends the next week cuddling up to Jonghyun and whispering in Minho’s ear, pulling Taemin onto his lap and even flirting with boys of other bands, but determinedly ignoring Jinki’s existence.
Friday rolls around again and Jinki is already dressed, waiting and watching as Kibum pulls on thigh high boots and a sleeveless leather coat. (Jinki thinks oh dear god help me, as he looks away determinedly)
He stands up to go, but the other shoves him back down onto the bed, with a snarl, "I don’t need you."
Given what’s been happening all week, Jinki’s finally had enough and he stands up, growling, "Well I don’t want you to go!"
Kibum tries to push past him, eyes flashing wildly, "I told you, I don’t want you, Lee Jinki."
Before he can stop himself, he’s got the other shoved up against the wall, "Well I want you!"
There’s a moment of perfect silence following his words and Kibum is staring at him wide eyed and Jinki’s trying to figure out a way to explain that so it doesn’t sound like what it sounds like, but then Kibum’s grabbing the back of his head and kissing him full on the mouth and everything fades in comparison. He’s pressing Kibum into the wall, tilting his head back and grinding his hips into the other’s, needing friction and heat. The moment Kibum wrapping his arms around Jinki’s neck, his legs coming up to wrap around his waist, desperate moans escaping them both, Jinki knows they are both screwed.
He pulls them away from the wall and onto the bed, Kibum’s legs still tight around his waist, hands clutching at his hair. Some part of Jinki remembers that they were screaming at each other barely five minutes ago, but it’s so hard to be angry, he thinks vaguely, when Kibum’s got his tongue in your mouth and his hands down your pants, body twisting beneath yours. He reaches below the coat to take off the other’s pants, only to find his hands brushing against only thin, cotton fabric. Jinki’s so surprised he pulls away from their kiss, eyes widening then narrowing at the flimsy pair of tights that Kibum has on. The fucking man hasn’t even bothered to wear pants.
Swatting Kibum’s hands away as they reach to take them off, Jinki quickly twists his hands, the delicate material tearing beneath his fingers, revealing tantalizing miky skin. The tight black briefs are quickly yanked down and thrown across the room as Kibum takes off his own coat impatiently, fingers already moving onto Jinki’s shirt. He lets the other help him out of his pants, before pushing the man back down, Kibum left lying on the bed in nothing but his thigh-high boots.
Jinki leans down and licks a slow path up one thigh before nipping gently down the inside of the other, hands playing with Kibum’s erection. He caresses the curve of that toned ass, hand dipping into the curve and Kibum jerks as he pushes a finger inside, eyelashes fluttering as he gasped in pain. Jinki quickly stills, hesitating, “Is this…your first time?”
Kibum doesn’t meet his eyes, just tells him to continue, just fuck me already, but Jinki hears what isn't said, and his eyes soften as he takes in the hardened jaw and tense shoulders, a barely perceivable quiver in the other’s thighs. He presses kisses down Kibum’s back, tracing the outline of the other’s spine with his tongue, reaching over and grabbing some lube before continuing, his movements now slower; the lubed second digit enter gently, making sure Kibum is fully prepared before adding a third. When he finally pushes in, he’s pumping Kibum’s hard member with one hand and massaging his nipple with the other in order to distact the trembling men beneath him. Kibum cries out and Jinki can barely think through the tight heat around him. They take it slow though and Kibum’s staring up at him the whole time, eyes wide and trusting; Jinki thinks that this is the real Kibum, not the rebellious, sex-crazy slut he’s been pretending to be.
(Then again, Jinki thinks as Kibum rolls off him from where he had been riding Jinki hard and fast for the fifteen minutes, there’s nothing wrong with being a little sex-crazed. Planning on a night of watching the man you may be in love with flirt with others, and ending up with three rounds of intense sex? Definitely an improvement.)
When Friday rolls around again, Jinki’s got his leather jacket and boots laid out, wondering if they will be going out tonight. Kibum comes out of the bathroom wearing a trenchcoat and is that heels?! and Jinki smiles even though his heart plummets.
So it really was nothing to the other; he had so hoped-
Kibum plops down on his bed, kicking off the heels and untying the trenchcoat with a grin, revealing Jinki’s old singlet and a pair of pajama shorts. There’s a burst of laughter at the look that must have been on his face, and Kibum hugs him around the middle and tugs them both under the covers, pressing his face into Jinki’s shoulder.
I though you didn’t like sleeping? Jinki asks even though he’s smiling like an idiot, you said sleeping was-
Sleeping’s not a waste of time, when it’s with you, Kibum mumbles against his skin, followed by something that sounds like ‘goodnight’ but could have very well been ‘I love you’ instead.
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Title: Sleep Dancing
Pairing: OnKey (Jinki/Kibum)
Summary: For Kibum, the night isn't for sleeping (probably not what you guys are thinking~!)
Genre: angstysmuttyfluff?
Rating: R
Sleep Dancing
It’s twenty minutes past one when Jinki walks out of the bathroom, hair dripping and ready to collapse onto the bed. He’s already half lying on the mattress, when he pauses and looks back up, eyebrows shooting into his hair as he takes in what his roommate is wearing.
“Kibummie? What are you doing?” It’s too late to be asking questions like this, hell it’s too late to be awake when they had schedules in- Jinki glances warily at the clock- in four hours.
“Hmm? I’m going out.” Kibum says it whilst unwrapping a pack of gum and popping it into his mouth, acting as if it was the most normal thing to be doing. He gets up and smoothes his clothes with a head tilt and a grin, “how do I look?”
Jinki takes in the tight leather pants and low-cut dress shirt and he thinks, fucking wonderful, but he narrows his eyes instead, “like you should be changing back into your pajamas.”
Kibum pauses and levels a steady look at Jinki perched on the bed, towel flung over his hair hazardously, but then heads towards the door, tossing him a wide grin, “You should know I don’t wear pajamas.”
Jinki sits staring at the door.
Kibum doesn’t do it everyday, because even if he hates it, he still needed sleep. But even if it wasn’t all the time, it was still more than he should be doing and Jinki wishes he knew how to stop it.
Sleep's a waste of time, Kibum drawls the next time Jinki brings it up, as he slips nonchalantly sips on his black coffee with three shots of expresso and no sugar.
Jinki doesn’t know whether he wants to reach out and slap him across the face or lean across the table and taste the coffee on Kibum’s lips.
The next time it happens, Jinki doesn’t say anything and instead he pulls on a jacket and his own boots, holding the door open for Kibum, staring impassively when the other glances at him questioningly. They end up in one of the hottest nightclubs in Seoul and Jinki is left to watch Kibum dance promiscuously in the crowd of bodies and grind up against men who don’t even deserve be noticed by someone like Kibum.
He downs three shots of vodka in a minute because he can not stand the teasing smirks and sensual movements Kibum is lavishing on the circle of men around him, especially not the long, challenging stares he fixes on Jinki the whole time. He doesn’t do anything until he sees one of the men sliding a hand under Kibum’s top, whilst reaching down to squeeze at the smaller man’s crotch, Kibum struggling uncomfortably. Jinki is up and moving before he realizes what he’s doing, yanking Kibum non too gently away from the man, furious eyes allowing no argument. He drags his bandmate by the wrists along the streets and they don’t say anything even when they get home.
He doesn’t ask why Kibum is doing this and Kibum doesn’t ask why he did what he did.
Minho frowns at the fingerprint bruises around Kibum’s wrist the next morning and Kibum just laughs and ruffles the taller boy’s hair, telling the other he was dancing in his sleep.
Minho is left confused and Kibum meets his eyes across the room and there’s a dash of something different in that gaze that sends a shiver down Jinki’s back.
They establish a pattern to it and every Friday night, Kibum would sneak out and go to a different night club, dance up a storm (although he was careful not to piss Jinki off completely by going too far), then they’d go home, sometimes in silence and sometimes chatting animatedly as they lean against each other in the empty bus.
Tonight is not an exception and Jinki finds himself surrounded by scantily-clad girls and the smell of perfume and alcohol, the music blarring in his ear. He barely registers the girl strutting up to him, until she’s leaning against him and he can feel the swell of her brests and her tiny hands flitting around his waistband. She peeks at him through her lashes as she leans in to press a kiss to his mouth, but she’s yanked back suddenly and Jinki blinks up at a furious Kibum.
He’s dragged by his collar onto the dance floor, Kibum grinding his ass straight into Jinki’s crotch as they dance, head tilted back against him, lips parted. He’s relentless and there’s a firm grip on Jinki’s arms holding him in place; Kibum only moving away when he can feel the undeniable hardness pressing into his ass. Kibum leaves him standing there and by the time Jinki walks out of the bathroom, the other is already gone.
Kibum spends the next week cuddling up to Jonghyun and whispering in Minho’s ear, pulling Taemin onto his lap and even flirting with boys of other bands, but determinedly ignoring Jinki’s existence.
Friday rolls around again and Jinki is already dressed, waiting and watching as Kibum pulls on thigh high boots and a sleeveless leather coat. (Jinki thinks oh dear god help me, as he looks away determinedly)
He stands up to go, but the other shoves him back down onto the bed, with a snarl, "I don’t need you."
Given what’s been happening all week, Jinki’s finally had enough and he stands up, growling, "Well I don’t want you to go!"
Kibum tries to push past him, eyes flashing wildly, "I told you, I don’t want you, Lee Jinki."
Before he can stop himself, he’s got the other shoved up against the wall, "Well I want you!"
There’s a moment of perfect silence following his words and Kibum is staring at him wide eyed and Jinki’s trying to figure out a way to explain that so it doesn’t sound like what it sounds like, but then Kibum’s grabbing the back of his head and kissing him full on the mouth and everything fades in comparison. He’s pressing Kibum into the wall, tilting his head back and grinding his hips into the other’s, needing friction and heat. The moment Kibum wrapping his arms around Jinki’s neck, his legs coming up to wrap around his waist, desperate moans escaping them both, Jinki knows they are both screwed.
He pulls them away from the wall and onto the bed, Kibum’s legs still tight around his waist, hands clutching at his hair. Some part of Jinki remembers that they were screaming at each other barely five minutes ago, but it’s so hard to be angry, he thinks vaguely, when Kibum’s got his tongue in your mouth and his hands down your pants, body twisting beneath yours. He reaches below the coat to take off the other’s pants, only to find his hands brushing against only thin, cotton fabric. Jinki’s so surprised he pulls away from their kiss, eyes widening then narrowing at the flimsy pair of tights that Kibum has on. The fucking man hasn’t even bothered to wear pants.
Swatting Kibum’s hands away as they reach to take them off, Jinki quickly twists his hands, the delicate material tearing beneath his fingers, revealing tantalizing miky skin. The tight black briefs are quickly yanked down and thrown across the room as Kibum takes off his own coat impatiently, fingers already moving onto Jinki’s shirt. He lets the other help him out of his pants, before pushing the man back down, Kibum left lying on the bed in nothing but his thigh-high boots.
Jinki leans down and licks a slow path up one thigh before nipping gently down the inside of the other, hands playing with Kibum’s erection. He caresses the curve of that toned ass, hand dipping into the curve and Kibum jerks as he pushes a finger inside, eyelashes fluttering as he gasped in pain. Jinki quickly stills, hesitating, “Is this…your first time?”
Kibum doesn’t meet his eyes, just tells him to continue, just fuck me already, but Jinki hears what isn't said, and his eyes soften as he takes in the hardened jaw and tense shoulders, a barely perceivable quiver in the other’s thighs. He presses kisses down Kibum’s back, tracing the outline of the other’s spine with his tongue, reaching over and grabbing some lube before continuing, his movements now slower; the lubed second digit enter gently, making sure Kibum is fully prepared before adding a third. When he finally pushes in, he’s pumping Kibum’s hard member with one hand and massaging his nipple with the other in order to distact the trembling men beneath him. Kibum cries out and Jinki can barely think through the tight heat around him. They take it slow though and Kibum’s staring up at him the whole time, eyes wide and trusting; Jinki thinks that this is the real Kibum, not the rebellious, sex-crazy slut he’s been pretending to be.
(Then again, Jinki thinks as Kibum rolls off him from where he had been riding Jinki hard and fast for the fifteen minutes, there’s nothing wrong with being a little sex-crazed. Planning on a night of watching the man you may be in love with flirt with others, and ending up with three rounds of intense sex? Definitely an improvement.)
When Friday rolls around again, Jinki’s got his leather jacket and boots laid out, wondering if they will be going out tonight. Kibum comes out of the bathroom wearing a trenchcoat and is that heels?! and Jinki smiles even though his heart plummets.
So it really was nothing to the other; he had so hoped-
Kibum plops down on his bed, kicking off the heels and untying the trenchcoat with a grin, revealing Jinki’s old singlet and a pair of pajama shorts. There’s a burst of laughter at the look that must have been on his face, and Kibum hugs him around the middle and tugs them both under the covers, pressing his face into Jinki’s shoulder.
I though you didn’t like sleeping? Jinki asks even though he’s smiling like an idiot, you said sleeping was-
Sleeping’s not a waste of time, when it’s with you, Kibum mumbles against his skin, followed by something that sounds like ‘goodnight’ but could have very well been ‘I love you’ instead.
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♥