[chaptered] Magic, and Other Curious Things
Part 8
When Kyungsoo returned to work the next day, there seemed to be a hush over the place. It was always strangely quiet in the mornings, but today something just felt off. He sighed, padding down the rows of tents until he came upon his own, slipping inside. Even when people started to wake up and move about, it was still eerily silent.
This allowed for Kyungsoo to hear his tent flaps rustle when someone opened them, pulling Kyungsoo out of his trance so he could turn and address them, his heart fluttering.
“Kyungsoo..” The voice came. It was Luhan. “Kyungsoo… Is it true?” He asked, rushing over to the other and grasping his hands. Kyungsoo looked at Luhan in confusion, not really sure why he was asking him that. “What do you mean, Luhan?” He asked, the other instantly dragging him over to a less cluttered area of the room and away from the tent exits.
Luhan looked impatient. “..I heard, from a very reliable source mind you, that you were at that magician’s show the other night, and coincidentally disappeared with him. Like, literally.” He spat though in a hushed voice, wide eyed, and Kyungsoo sighed.
“…Luhan..” Kyungsoo started, trying to find words to say as pain shot through his chest. Thinking about Kai was the last thing he needed right now.
“Kyungsoo!” He whined, jumping a bit as he cling onto the others hands. “I told you he was bad news! He’s terrible, terrible, terrible!” Luhan yelled, voice rising with each ‘terrible’ and a small squeak coming at the end when someone suddenly burst into the tent.
This time, it was Tao.
“KYUNGSOO I HEARD ABOUT YOU AND KAI AND I-“ “SHHH!” Luhan warned, cutting Tao off and giving him a glare. Tao glared back, sticking his tongue out and going over to Kyungsoo’s side.
Luhan sighed and rolled his eyes, turning back to Kyungsoo. “Anyway I just really think this is a bad thing. I mean, the guy probably didn’t even give you his name let alone tell you anything about himself.” Luhan stated, Tao nodding and eyeing Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo frowned, shaking his head. “His name is Kai.” Kyungsoo stated sternly. “And I may not know much about him but I know what I feel Luhan…" His heart clenching at the thought. "And anyway, It doesn’t matter. I’m only here for the summer, or until I get this job done, whichever comes first. It’s not like I went to his quarters with covered intentions, and its not like we’re together or anything, and its not like I'm staying forever.” He nearly whispered, gripped Luhan’s hands tightly back, trying to calm him despite his own pounding chest. “Luhan. He isn’t a bad person. I don’t understand who keeps saying that, but I really dislike it.” He whispered. “Kai is someone dear to me - a friend, and I think he is gravely misunderstood.”
But Luhan only shook his head.
“Do you know what he did last night?” Luhan asked, eyes growing wider, and Kyungsoo shook his head slowly, he hadn’t gone to Kai’s show. “He.. He closed up. Wouldn’t do his show. Told Wufan he wasn’t going to for a little while either. I don’t know exactly what they talked about but your name came up… Kyungsoo, whatever this thing is between you two.. it’s not good.”
Kyungsoo sighed impatiently, biting his lip as he tried to think of exactly what to say next. "…How do you know all this Luhan?" He finally managed, becoming too stressed to really contribute to the conversation fully.
Luhan made a face, guilt mixed with a little pout. "…I'm just talkative you know. I know a lot of people and knowing people is good because the more you know…" He started, eyeing Kyungsoo. "Well who wouldn't want to know everything?" He stated, and it was obvious to Kyungsoo that truthfully Luhan was just plain nosey, but at least he meant well.
"Luhan…" Kyungsoo started, letting the hands slip from his. "Luhan you don't need to worry." He finally whispered. "Because summer will be over before you know it, and i'll be on my way home. I'll go home and none of you will ever have to worry about me again." He whispered, eyes drifting down to his feet, because honestly, those words hurt more than they ever should. They must have struck a cord in Luhan and Tao too, because Tao's grip on Kyungsoo's shoulder tightened along with his frown, and Luhan's face certainly relaxed along with his posture, eyes growing soft.
"..I'm sorry Kyungsoo." Luhan finally broke the silence. "It's just that you hear things and see things and sometimes you just don't know what's the truth and what isn't. But I do trust you. And I think… if you trust Kai, then…" he trailed off, sighing and Tao picked up the conversation. "I still don't like him." Tao stated, grip only tightening. "Luhan just likes people in general. I'm different. It's like he's hiding something he doesn't want the rest of us to know." Tao stated and Kyungsoo couldn't hold it any longer.
"Maybe if you got to know him instead of just talking behind his back you would know." Kyungsoo spat, Luhan flinching back, and Kyungsoo shrugged off Tao's arm, stepping out of his grasp and going over to his paint stool to sit down.
Tao frowned, looking hurt. "…He doesn't talk to anybody. Not until you..." Tao defended, but Kyungsoo wasn't listening. He felt his eyes burning. He had to end this. He had no choice. The pain of feeling he might have been lied to, and knowing that one day it was all going to end anyway was becoming unbearable, not to mention the things everyone kept filling his head with.
"…Please leave." He whispered, tears threatening to leave his eyes. "I need to be alone." He added, because he couldn't bear being a total brute. He needed to think everything through. He needed to decide. Because spending an entire summer with someone you can only love for such a sort time wouldn't be worth it… wouldn't… right?
Luhan got the message, gripping Tao's arm and receiving whines of protests, but after a little bit of struggle, the two made their way to the tents exit, hesitating in the doorway a moment before finally deciding silence was best, and slipping out.
Kyungsoo wept. Wept for an impossible love, because how could he possibly put his life on halt when he had so much. - so, so much he couldn't bear to lose. Kyungsoo was practical, calculative, precise, organized… He had school, family, a promising future… and Kai was just a person that happened to take up a few weeks of his life. Just a person… he'd only known a few weeks… right?
Sobs wracked through his body. He wasn't sure when he ended up on the ground, covered in paint with his dirty brushes scattered about, and he wasn't sure when the arms that were holding him cradled his figure, nor did he care. The embrace was warm and comforting, something Kyungsoo needed; wanted. He buried his face in the other's shoulder, the scent familiar and relaxing.
He was scooped up, carried swiftly and silently through the crowd with his face still burrowed in the other's neck. The crowd was silent despite how much of a mess they had to have looked like, Kyungsoo assumed it was because the other was so used to silently slipping through people this must have been nothing. Kyungsoo was sure he knew who it was based on that alone.
Turns out, he was right.
Kai sat Kyungsoo down on his bed in his small tent, hands coming up to cup Kyungsoo's face and inspect the damage of the paint plastered between the two. Splotches of red and gold are stuck to the front of Kai's suit and Kyungsoo's plain white shirt, black running down the others neck and Kyungsoo's cheeks because fresh acrylic runs when its wet, and Kyungsoo thinks that in that moment, Kai has never looked more natural, more handsome, and he can't help but weep some more.
Kai's arms are strong as they pull Kyungsoo into a tight embrace, apologies shared between the two but each for different reasons. Kyungsoo's because despite Kai's undeniably hopeful clinging, its the way things have to be, and Kai's because if it hadn't been for him approaching the other, Kyungsoo wouldn't be crying right now.
Sooner or later, the tears stop, and Kyungsoo lays limp on the small bed while Kai tries his best to wipe the paint off of his and Kyungsoo's neck and face.
"…I'm sorry." Kai utters again, but Kyungsoo closes his eyes because God here come the tears again. Kai stands, tossing the rag away and carefully peeling the suit from his torso, changing into a simple t-shirt before making his way back to the edge of the bed and taking a seat there.
They sit in silence a while, Kyungsoo trying to play out exactly what to say while Kai swims in his own mind because he knows he can't handle what's to come, regardless of the short time they've spent together.
"Kai…" Kyungsoo starts, but Kai interrupts. "My names Jongin." He blurts, and Kyungsoo's eyes flutter open to analyze his face. "Kim Jongin." He adds, eyes soft and brimming with affection in the form of pooling liquid. "I was born and raised in Seoul. I like chicken and card tricks and false magic because its fun to trick people. I grew up in a poor house where the only thing that brought me any happiness was my magic tricks. I practiced long and hard and that's how I met Wufan. He was a few years older than me and he basically took me under his wing. We envisioned a great circus together where magic would be the main act, and even though it didn't work out quite the way we wanted it to, I'm here at least, doing what I like to do. I say like because recently I've found something I like a whole lot better. I didn't think it was possible, but the way your eyes light when I do even the simplest tricks make me more happy than I’ve ever been." He murmured, and Kyungsoo's voice caught in his throat.
"P-Please." Kyungsoo choked, hand coming up to cover his eyes. "Please stop." He begged, truth now ringing in Luhan’s words about names and facts. Because Ka- Jongin was giving him the answers to all the questions holding him back.
"Kyungsoo just hear me out." He begged quietly. "I may not like people much, but I like you. I stopped liking people a long time ago because crowds are disgusting, and people are cruel. I think some of your friends might have proven that to you." He muttered, voice becoming soft. "But I honestly like you Kyungsoo. I just.. don't know how to…" He trailed off, hands clenching into fists as he searched for the words he wanted, but Kyungsoo placed his hand on Jongin's, and suddenly all the words were forgotten.
"I'm sorry." Kyungsoo whispers this time, slowly moving to sit up. ".. I can't. Jongin, I can't love you." He whispered, but his heart ached and twisted in his chest with the words, his ribs stabbing into it and his grip on the other's hand tightening. "C-Cant…" He tried again, hot tears slipping down his cheeks.
Jongin didn't need him to finish. He knew it was useless arguing. Kyungsoo had things Jongin had never hoped to have. Kyungsoo had an education to go back to, friends, family, a life worth living. Jongin did not. Jongin never really had any of those things, and he thought he didn't need them either. He didn't need them because compared to Kyungsoo, nothing had ever made him feel so full. Or so empty.
"I think I love you." Jongin blurted, and Kyungsoo only cried all the more. Yes, he loved him too. "…C-Cant…" Kyungsoo choked, pushing himself up off the bed, feet on the ground before Jongin had the chance to reach out and grab him.
Kyungsoo made his way to the door, desperate for an escape, but Jongin only followed. "Please." He begged, now frantic as he reached for Kyungsoo's hand. "Please, Kyungsoo!" He called, arms wrapping around the others figure, holding him there. Holding them together. But Kyungsoo was slipping. Slipping from Jongin's grasp, because one person can't bare the weight of holding up two.
Kyungsoo sank to his knees, brain too muddled and body too weak to do much of anything.
Jongin’s lips found their way to Kyungsoo’s neck, pulling a choked sob and a small shiver from his tiny frame as Jongin’s embrace tightened. He pulled Kyungsoo back in to his chest, lips continuously pressing to the warm skin of Kyungsoo’s neck, freshly pink from all the crying (and perhaps blushing).
Jongin’s lips are hot against Kyungsoo’s skin, making him forget the reason he was crying in the first place, and he can’t find enough words to ask, so he stays quiet, his body responding for him but his heart a grieving mess, while his brain swims in it all.
Jongin’s hands are like fire, leaving trails of tingling skin as they roam over Kyungsoo’s torso, the greedy fingers only seeking more skin as Kyungsoo’s voice fails him.
His heart beat sputters, racing in his chest as the urge to run away yet burry himself in Jongin mottle in his brain. ‘Fuck me gently’ and ‘let me go’ are two entirely different concepts but enough of Jongin seems to mix them into something similar as he says “Fuck me.. go..” into the suffocating air between the two. But Jongin only hears the first part, and it doesn’t take long for him to comply, clothes peeling easily from skin and hands eating up every part of one another.
Kyungsoo knows its wrong. He knows he’ll regret it. But God damn he just can’t help it.
Jongin’s skilled. Much too skilled if you ask Kyungsoo, but he isn’t complaining. His mind is focused entirely on the slicked fingers as they press into him. In and out in a slow, rhythmic motion with the gentle ease of someone much too accustomed to this, but again, Kyungsoo isn’t complaining.
By the third finger Kyungsoo’s erection is pulsing, uncomfortably hard and all he wants, all he can think about, is Jongin. “P-Please, Jongin, I can’t take it anymore.” He choked, and Jongin nodded, slipping the fingers out and taking a moment before Kyungsoo felt the head of Jongin’s cock brush against his entrance.
Kyungsoo let out a breathy moan in anticipation before it was finally cut off by the twinge of pain coursing through his entrance and up his spine. It felt awkward, and the stretch was painful, but when Jongin pressed their lips together, tongue exploring Kyungsoo’s mouth, it was momentarily forgotten, and soon it had vanished.
Kyungsoo never knew sex could feel so good. He never understood some people’s obsessions with it. He’d never felt the need or want to have sex with anybody. This was something entirely new to him. And Jongin was fucking perfection in bed by anyone’s standards, Kyungsoo was sure.
“J-Jong…in.. f-fu..ck..” Kyungsoo managed between thrusts, coming undone before he could reach the last syllable. Jongin came too, shortly after as he was pushed over the edge by Kyungsoo clenching around him. Their breathing was sporadic and quick, heart beats pounding against each other’s chests. Jongin’s lips found Kyungsoo’s and as small, soft kisses were placed on Kyungsoo’s lips, they pulled a smile from them.
But when the bell rang to signal lunch and the end of Kyungsoo’s shift, everything came crashing down. Because it’s always after your climax when your brain decides to function properly. And it’s always too late.
Part 9
When Kyungsoo returned to work the next day, there seemed to be a hush over the place. It was always strangely quiet in the mornings, but today something just felt off. He sighed, padding down the rows of tents until he came upon his own, slipping inside. Even when people started to wake up and move about, it was still eerily silent.
This allowed for Kyungsoo to hear his tent flaps rustle when someone opened them, pulling Kyungsoo out of his trance so he could turn and address them, his heart fluttering.
“Kyungsoo..” The voice came. It was Luhan. “Kyungsoo… Is it true?” He asked, rushing over to the other and grasping his hands. Kyungsoo looked at Luhan in confusion, not really sure why he was asking him that. “What do you mean, Luhan?” He asked, the other instantly dragging him over to a less cluttered area of the room and away from the tent exits.
Luhan looked impatient. “..I heard, from a very reliable source mind you, that you were at that magician’s show the other night, and coincidentally disappeared with him. Like, literally.” He spat though in a hushed voice, wide eyed, and Kyungsoo sighed.
“…Luhan..” Kyungsoo started, trying to find words to say as pain shot through his chest. Thinking about Kai was the last thing he needed right now.
“Kyungsoo!” He whined, jumping a bit as he cling onto the others hands. “I told you he was bad news! He’s terrible, terrible, terrible!” Luhan yelled, voice rising with each ‘terrible’ and a small squeak coming at the end when someone suddenly burst into the tent.
This time, it was Tao.
“KYUNGSOO I HEARD ABOUT YOU AND KAI AND I-“ “SHHH!” Luhan warned, cutting Tao off and giving him a glare. Tao glared back, sticking his tongue out and going over to Kyungsoo’s side.
Luhan sighed and rolled his eyes, turning back to Kyungsoo. “Anyway I just really think this is a bad thing. I mean, the guy probably didn’t even give you his name let alone tell you anything about himself.” Luhan stated, Tao nodding and eyeing Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo frowned, shaking his head. “His name is Kai.” Kyungsoo stated sternly. “And I may not know much about him but I know what I feel Luhan…" His heart clenching at the thought. "And anyway, It doesn’t matter. I’m only here for the summer, or until I get this job done, whichever comes first. It’s not like I went to his quarters with covered intentions, and its not like we’re together or anything, and its not like I'm staying forever.” He nearly whispered, gripped Luhan’s hands tightly back, trying to calm him despite his own pounding chest. “Luhan. He isn’t a bad person. I don’t understand who keeps saying that, but I really dislike it.” He whispered. “Kai is someone dear to me - a friend, and I think he is gravely misunderstood.”
But Luhan only shook his head.
“Do you know what he did last night?” Luhan asked, eyes growing wider, and Kyungsoo shook his head slowly, he hadn’t gone to Kai’s show. “He.. He closed up. Wouldn’t do his show. Told Wufan he wasn’t going to for a little while either. I don’t know exactly what they talked about but your name came up… Kyungsoo, whatever this thing is between you two.. it’s not good.”
Kyungsoo sighed impatiently, biting his lip as he tried to think of exactly what to say next. "…How do you know all this Luhan?" He finally managed, becoming too stressed to really contribute to the conversation fully.
Luhan made a face, guilt mixed with a little pout. "…I'm just talkative you know. I know a lot of people and knowing people is good because the more you know…" He started, eyeing Kyungsoo. "Well who wouldn't want to know everything?" He stated, and it was obvious to Kyungsoo that truthfully Luhan was just plain nosey, but at least he meant well.
"Luhan…" Kyungsoo started, letting the hands slip from his. "Luhan you don't need to worry." He finally whispered. "Because summer will be over before you know it, and i'll be on my way home. I'll go home and none of you will ever have to worry about me again." He whispered, eyes drifting down to his feet, because honestly, those words hurt more than they ever should. They must have struck a cord in Luhan and Tao too, because Tao's grip on Kyungsoo's shoulder tightened along with his frown, and Luhan's face certainly relaxed along with his posture, eyes growing soft.
"..I'm sorry Kyungsoo." Luhan finally broke the silence. "It's just that you hear things and see things and sometimes you just don't know what's the truth and what isn't. But I do trust you. And I think… if you trust Kai, then…" he trailed off, sighing and Tao picked up the conversation. "I still don't like him." Tao stated, grip only tightening. "Luhan just likes people in general. I'm different. It's like he's hiding something he doesn't want the rest of us to know." Tao stated and Kyungsoo couldn't hold it any longer.
"Maybe if you got to know him instead of just talking behind his back you would know." Kyungsoo spat, Luhan flinching back, and Kyungsoo shrugged off Tao's arm, stepping out of his grasp and going over to his paint stool to sit down.
Tao frowned, looking hurt. "…He doesn't talk to anybody. Not until you..." Tao defended, but Kyungsoo wasn't listening. He felt his eyes burning. He had to end this. He had no choice. The pain of feeling he might have been lied to, and knowing that one day it was all going to end anyway was becoming unbearable, not to mention the things everyone kept filling his head with.
"…Please leave." He whispered, tears threatening to leave his eyes. "I need to be alone." He added, because he couldn't bear being a total brute. He needed to think everything through. He needed to decide. Because spending an entire summer with someone you can only love for such a sort time wouldn't be worth it… wouldn't… right?
Luhan got the message, gripping Tao's arm and receiving whines of protests, but after a little bit of struggle, the two made their way to the tents exit, hesitating in the doorway a moment before finally deciding silence was best, and slipping out.
Kyungsoo wept. Wept for an impossible love, because how could he possibly put his life on halt when he had so much. - so, so much he couldn't bear to lose. Kyungsoo was practical, calculative, precise, organized… He had school, family, a promising future… and Kai was just a person that happened to take up a few weeks of his life. Just a person… he'd only known a few weeks… right?
Sobs wracked through his body. He wasn't sure when he ended up on the ground, covered in paint with his dirty brushes scattered about, and he wasn't sure when the arms that were holding him cradled his figure, nor did he care. The embrace was warm and comforting, something Kyungsoo needed; wanted. He buried his face in the other's shoulder, the scent familiar and relaxing.
He was scooped up, carried swiftly and silently through the crowd with his face still burrowed in the other's neck. The crowd was silent despite how much of a mess they had to have looked like, Kyungsoo assumed it was because the other was so used to silently slipping through people this must have been nothing. Kyungsoo was sure he knew who it was based on that alone.
Turns out, he was right.
Kai sat Kyungsoo down on his bed in his small tent, hands coming up to cup Kyungsoo's face and inspect the damage of the paint plastered between the two. Splotches of red and gold are stuck to the front of Kai's suit and Kyungsoo's plain white shirt, black running down the others neck and Kyungsoo's cheeks because fresh acrylic runs when its wet, and Kyungsoo thinks that in that moment, Kai has never looked more natural, more handsome, and he can't help but weep some more.
Kai's arms are strong as they pull Kyungsoo into a tight embrace, apologies shared between the two but each for different reasons. Kyungsoo's because despite Kai's undeniably hopeful clinging, its the way things have to be, and Kai's because if it hadn't been for him approaching the other, Kyungsoo wouldn't be crying right now.
Sooner or later, the tears stop, and Kyungsoo lays limp on the small bed while Kai tries his best to wipe the paint off of his and Kyungsoo's neck and face.
"…I'm sorry." Kai utters again, but Kyungsoo closes his eyes because God here come the tears again. Kai stands, tossing the rag away and carefully peeling the suit from his torso, changing into a simple t-shirt before making his way back to the edge of the bed and taking a seat there.
They sit in silence a while, Kyungsoo trying to play out exactly what to say while Kai swims in his own mind because he knows he can't handle what's to come, regardless of the short time they've spent together.
"Kai…" Kyungsoo starts, but Kai interrupts. "My names Jongin." He blurts, and Kyungsoo's eyes flutter open to analyze his face. "Kim Jongin." He adds, eyes soft and brimming with affection in the form of pooling liquid. "I was born and raised in Seoul. I like chicken and card tricks and false magic because its fun to trick people. I grew up in a poor house where the only thing that brought me any happiness was my magic tricks. I practiced long and hard and that's how I met Wufan. He was a few years older than me and he basically took me under his wing. We envisioned a great circus together where magic would be the main act, and even though it didn't work out quite the way we wanted it to, I'm here at least, doing what I like to do. I say like because recently I've found something I like a whole lot better. I didn't think it was possible, but the way your eyes light when I do even the simplest tricks make me more happy than I’ve ever been." He murmured, and Kyungsoo's voice caught in his throat.
"P-Please." Kyungsoo choked, hand coming up to cover his eyes. "Please stop." He begged, truth now ringing in Luhan’s words about names and facts. Because Ka- Jongin was giving him the answers to all the questions holding him back.
"Kyungsoo just hear me out." He begged quietly. "I may not like people much, but I like you. I stopped liking people a long time ago because crowds are disgusting, and people are cruel. I think some of your friends might have proven that to you." He muttered, voice becoming soft. "But I honestly like you Kyungsoo. I just.. don't know how to…" He trailed off, hands clenching into fists as he searched for the words he wanted, but Kyungsoo placed his hand on Jongin's, and suddenly all the words were forgotten.
"I'm sorry." Kyungsoo whispers this time, slowly moving to sit up. ".. I can't. Jongin, I can't love you." He whispered, but his heart ached and twisted in his chest with the words, his ribs stabbing into it and his grip on the other's hand tightening. "C-Cant…" He tried again, hot tears slipping down his cheeks.
Jongin didn't need him to finish. He knew it was useless arguing. Kyungsoo had things Jongin had never hoped to have. Kyungsoo had an education to go back to, friends, family, a life worth living. Jongin did not. Jongin never really had any of those things, and he thought he didn't need them either. He didn't need them because compared to Kyungsoo, nothing had ever made him feel so full. Or so empty.
"I think I love you." Jongin blurted, and Kyungsoo only cried all the more. Yes, he loved him too. "…C-Cant…" Kyungsoo choked, pushing himself up off the bed, feet on the ground before Jongin had the chance to reach out and grab him.
Kyungsoo made his way to the door, desperate for an escape, but Jongin only followed. "Please." He begged, now frantic as he reached for Kyungsoo's hand. "Please, Kyungsoo!" He called, arms wrapping around the others figure, holding him there. Holding them together. But Kyungsoo was slipping. Slipping from Jongin's grasp, because one person can't bare the weight of holding up two.
Kyungsoo sank to his knees, brain too muddled and body too weak to do much of anything.
Jongin’s lips found their way to Kyungsoo’s neck, pulling a choked sob and a small shiver from his tiny frame as Jongin’s embrace tightened. He pulled Kyungsoo back in to his chest, lips continuously pressing to the warm skin of Kyungsoo’s neck, freshly pink from all the crying (and perhaps blushing).
Jongin’s lips are hot against Kyungsoo’s skin, making him forget the reason he was crying in the first place, and he can’t find enough words to ask, so he stays quiet, his body responding for him but his heart a grieving mess, while his brain swims in it all.
Jongin’s hands are like fire, leaving trails of tingling skin as they roam over Kyungsoo’s torso, the greedy fingers only seeking more skin as Kyungsoo’s voice fails him.
His heart beat sputters, racing in his chest as the urge to run away yet burry himself in Jongin mottle in his brain. ‘Fuck me gently’ and ‘let me go’ are two entirely different concepts but enough of Jongin seems to mix them into something similar as he says “Fuck me.. go..” into the suffocating air between the two. But Jongin only hears the first part, and it doesn’t take long for him to comply, clothes peeling easily from skin and hands eating up every part of one another.
Kyungsoo knows its wrong. He knows he’ll regret it. But God damn he just can’t help it.
Jongin’s skilled. Much too skilled if you ask Kyungsoo, but he isn’t complaining. His mind is focused entirely on the slicked fingers as they press into him. In and out in a slow, rhythmic motion with the gentle ease of someone much too accustomed to this, but again, Kyungsoo isn’t complaining.
By the third finger Kyungsoo’s erection is pulsing, uncomfortably hard and all he wants, all he can think about, is Jongin. “P-Please, Jongin, I can’t take it anymore.” He choked, and Jongin nodded, slipping the fingers out and taking a moment before Kyungsoo felt the head of Jongin’s cock brush against his entrance.
Kyungsoo let out a breathy moan in anticipation before it was finally cut off by the twinge of pain coursing through his entrance and up his spine. It felt awkward, and the stretch was painful, but when Jongin pressed their lips together, tongue exploring Kyungsoo’s mouth, it was momentarily forgotten, and soon it had vanished.
Kyungsoo never knew sex could feel so good. He never understood some people’s obsessions with it. He’d never felt the need or want to have sex with anybody. This was something entirely new to him. And Jongin was fucking perfection in bed by anyone’s standards, Kyungsoo was sure.
“J-Jong…in.. f-fu..ck..” Kyungsoo managed between thrusts, coming undone before he could reach the last syllable. Jongin came too, shortly after as he was pushed over the edge by Kyungsoo clenching around him. Their breathing was sporadic and quick, heart beats pounding against each other’s chests. Jongin’s lips found Kyungsoo’s and as small, soft kisses were placed on Kyungsoo’s lips, they pulled a smile from them.
But when the bell rang to signal lunch and the end of Kyungsoo’s shift, everything came crashing down. Because it’s always after your climax when your brain decides to function properly. And it’s always too late.
Part 9