fic: what it meant to me [exo; sukai; nc-17]
what it meant to me
exo; sukai; nc-17; 2300
junmeyon still doesn’t move, just shifts slightly so that jongin feels like the entire right side of his body is touching junmyeon and he loves this.
what it meant to me
jongin overhears it as he's coming back from the washroom, junmyeon's voice a bit muffled. he's forgotten to close the door to his room, always too trusting and jongin slams to a stop.
"hyung, i don't think jongin will ever like me."
his throat closes up painfully as he hears the words, and when he peaks around the corner of the door, he finds junmyeon huddled up in his bed, phone pressed to his ear.
he must be talking to wu fan, jongin assumes. tempted to just storm in and tell him he's wrong, jongin takes an almost hesitant step forward.
"he won't even let me touch him," junmyeon whispers, voice cracking and jongin doesn't understand how to fix this. he stumbles away from the door, and scrambles back to his room. kyungsoo isn't there, most likely hanging out with the others in the living room. jongin is thankful because he feels like he's been punched in the gut, the wind knocked right out of him.
didn't junmyeon know how much he liked him?
jongin swallows around the nervousness clogging his throat. it's been two days since he overheard junmyeon and kyungsoo's managed to get what's bothering him out. of course, it isn’t that difficult since jongin’s been restless and he is pliant in kyungsoo’s hands, under his raised eyebrows and exasperated expressions.
"is it so hard to tell him you like him?" kyungsoo asks and jongin nods, almost on instinct. how could he tell junmyeon he liked him? did kyungsoo think it would be as easy as sauntering over to him, tapping him on the shoulder and confessing? what did kyungsoo know anyways.
"i don't just, i want," jongin starts, feeling the blush form on his cheeks. he can barely get the words out to kyungsoo, he was going to be hopeless with junmyeon. "i don't just like him as a hyung."
he can barely hear the words come out of his mouth, he wonders if kyungsoo catches anything.
"i thought that much was already established,” kyungsoo says slowly, eyes widening in confusion.
“it…i, what?” jongin stumbles over words, leaning away slightly from kyungsoo to give him a baffled look.
“aren’t you sulking because you like him? i mean it’s pretty damn obvious you like him. all chanyeol and baekhyun talk about is when you’ll finally fu-, uh, get together…”
"what?"
"i mean, let’s be honest here, only junmyeon is oblivious enough not to notice the love eyes you make at him."
"what."
"go and confess okay. i’m fairly certain he likes you too," kyungsoo smiles, ruffling jongin's hair. he rises from next to jongin, making his way to the door of their bedroom. he’d left dinner running to come sit with jongin since apparently jongin wouldn’t stop moping around like a lost little kitten.
"WHAT."
"oh my god, shut up, jongin."
junmyeon stays away from him, doesn’t wrap affectionate arms around him when they’re standing in formation for an interview or photoshoot. at least not until someone tells him to and then he can feel the hesitancy and awkwardness and jongin wonders if his heart is supposed to ache like this.
he knows well enough that he brushed junmyeon aside in the past but that was when he could barely wrap his head around the idea that maybe he liked junmyeon. clearly that had resulted in some terrible miscommunication because now he couldn’t even get junmyeon’s attention.
“hyung, do you have a minute?” he asks, as they’re sitting around the table at a restaurant eating as quickly as possible because they have another schedule soon.
but it’s as though junmyeon doesn’t hear him, continuing to eat quietly, lost in thought. jongin frowns, suddenly not even the slightly bit hungry. he pushes the food away, before excusing himself from the table. junmyeon doesn’t even notice.
kyungsoo sends him worried glances every now and then, and jongin knows what they’re supposed to mean but he also knows that he couldn’t possibly tell junmyeon anything. they’re all sprawled out in the living room, jongin having tentatively sat down next to junmyeon on the couch. to his surprise, junmyeon doesn’t move away - he didn’t think he would, really, since jongin’s been sitting next to him a lot lately.
but all those times junmyeon hadn’t smiled at him warmly, hadn’t let his thigh rest against jongin’s and sat comfortably by his side. the ache in jongin’s heart returns, different this time and he feels slightly europhic, brave enough to lean in a little to junmyeon’s side, and press against his shoulder.
junmeyon still doesn’t move, just shifts slightly so that jongin feels like the entire right side of his body is touching junmyeon and he loves this. loves the way he can feel the warmth of junmyeon’s skin through the fabric of his jeans and the cotton of his t-shirt.
they say nothing to each other, jongin having lost his ability to express sincerity a long time ago. in fact, when jongin’s eyes feel heavy with sleep, the drama they’ve all decided to watch thanks to chanyeol’s insistence that he was the lord of the television blurring in front of his eyes, his head falls to junmyeon’s shoulder.
he feels junmyeon’s body go stiff, but jongin only slouches in his seat, laying his head at a comfortable angle on junmyeon’s warm shoulder. junmyeon’s breath seems to hitch and jongin likes the way he almost seems to shudder as he exhales. he doesn’t move jongin away though.
it’s all jongin needs.
he bribes sehun with bubble tea and gets him to leave his shared room with junmyeon for a few hours. jongin's sent junmyeon a text telling him he wants some advice about something, and he hopes junmyeon will come quickly. otherwise, he might just run out of courage and actually die because his heart is beating far too fast right now.
"jongin?"
spinning around at the call of his name, he finds a concerned looking junmyeon standing in the doorway. jongin bites on his bottom lip, nervously, before attempting a shaky smile.
"hi hyung."
"is everything okay?" junmyeon asks, closing the door behind him. he looks caught between worry and hesitancy. jongin's heart skips a beat, echoing through him until he feels the remnants of it tingling at the tips of his fingers.
he doesn’t really know what to say, where to start. jongin has spent a lifetime perfecting the art of skirting around issues, around feelings and emotions, denying himself everything that hinged upon uncertainty. it takes him a minute longer to gather all his courage, sucks in one shaky breath until he feels like his voice won’t crack.
"uh, well, i think i like someone," he explains, hands clenching into fists only to unravel the next second. it feels like he’s falling into something endless, air rushing past his body as he longs to meet the ground.
"oh," junmyeon responds, expression dropping suddenly.
jongin takes a slow step forward, and then another when junmyeon doesn't move away from the door.
"what, i mean, did you want help telling them or did something happen?" junmyeon asks, stumbling over the words. his ears have gone a bright red, as though he’s never experienced something like this before, has never had to deal with a friend tell them about a crush.
jongin takes one last step, the space between them now not more than a foot. he’s never been nervous, years of positive enforcement doing wonders on his confidence but jongin’s stomach still clenches painfully at the thought of junmyeon rejecting him. "i overheard him telling a friend that he thinks i don't like him."
junmyeon doesn't seem to comprehend what jongin is saying before his eyes widen and jongin smiles, hopefully in what seems reassuring, something kind and honest.
"and i guess i wanted him to know that i really like him. too much sometimes."
"oh..."
"and i really like it when he touches me," jongin continues, lowering his gaze from junmyeon's because fuck this is so embarrassing, "but sometimes i just feel a bit overwhelmed."
he pulls on the hem of junmyeon's shirt, a bit childishly before he dares to look back up at junmyeon.
"why?" junmyeon asks, fingers wrapping around jongin's wrist slowly, warmth spreading across jongin's skin like sunshine in summer.
he swallows, eyes closing, "because i feel like i can't think straight. i feel like he'll give up on me if i give in, that i'm not as special as i'd like to be."
junmyeon's eyes soften, cheeks tinged red and jongin really just wants the ground to swallow him but junmyeon is pulling him closer. "but you're so special. he'd have to be a moron not to see that."
"yeah?" jongin whispers, voice a little hoarse. he licks his lips, eyes flickering from junmyeon's lips back to his eyes.
"yeah," junmyeon confirms, closing the gap between them to kiss jongin with a tenderness that drowns jongin. he feels his head swim, knees suddenly too weak to hold him up and he grabs at junmyeon's shoulder, fingers clutching at the cloth of his t-shirt.
when junmyeon swipes his tongue along jongin's bottom lip, he opens up readily, tilting his head to the right to deepen the kiss. junmyeon kisses him a little desperately now, and jongin whimpers when he feels junmyeon's hand slide underneath the fabric of his own t-shirt.
jongin presses himself closer to junmyeon, feels the heat of junmyeon's warm skin through his clothes and moans as he feels the hardness of junmyeon's cock through his jeans. he doesn't mean to, but he grinds his hips down, enjoying the gasp that escapes junmyeon.
junmyeon pushes him toward his bed, and jongin stumbles backwards, almost falling over as he feels the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the bed. he clutches at junmyeon’s shirt but junmyeon pushes him away, hovering over jongin’s body as it hits the surface of the bed.
it’s a bit surprising, how junmyeon knows exactly what he wants but jongin likes it. likes how junmyeon's eyes have darkened with wanting, lips already swollen and red. jongin flounders, panting as he reaches to pull junmyeon closer, gasping his name when their lips meet again.
"i like you so much," jongin confesses, fingers tangling into junmyeon's hair, voice needy with want. "so much hyung."
"i like you too," junmyeon reassures, straddling jongin's hips. he sucks on jongin's tongue, drawing out whining moans and jongin knows his nails are digging into junmyeon's scalp but he says nothing.
he cants his hips upwards, creating friction between himself and junmyeon, letting out little gasps of pleasure every time he meets junmyeon's cock with his own.
"please, please touch me hyung. want you." jongin can feel the warmth of desire coil low in his stomach, voice betraying him entirely as he tells junmyeon everything. there is no hesitation when jongin is so close, when he just needs junmyeon to touch him, needs to feel his fingers wrapped around his aching cock.
"fuck," junmyeon whispers, shaky and hoarse and there is a hint of disbelief, which sends shivers down jongin's spine. he let's a hand trail down junmyeon's side, palming the fullness of his cock through his jeans. junmyeon hisses at the sensation, teeth sinking into jongin's collarbone to quieten a loud moan.
"please," jongin begs, fingers finally undoing junmyeon's belt. he manages the button on his jeans a bit better, hand sliding eagerly down the waistband of junmyeon's underwear.
"jongin," junmyeon cries, voice hitching as jongin's fingers wrap around junmyeon's length, thumb circling the head of his cock, gathering precum. jongin has to bite down on his own lip when he feels junmyeon's hands sliding up his thighs, grip tightening painfully at his hips.
"make me come," jongin breathes, locking his eyes with junmyeon's and junmyeon sucks in a breath, eyes closing briefly as jongin begins moving his hand up and down his cock.
"only if you're good for hyung," junmyeon tells him, licking his lips as he slides a hand closer to jongin's crotch. jongin can't help the needy whimper that escapes him, hand stilling on junmyeon.
"i'll be a good," jongin promises, desperate.
"you had better," junmyeon murmurs, as he undoes the button on jongin's jeans, pulling them down his hips just enough to palm jongin through the fabric of his underwear.
jongin thrusts up into the touch, eyes beginning to tear up and junmyeon finally, finally, slides his hand down his underwear to wrap warm fingers around jongin. he strokes quickly, the little whining moans jongin lets out seeming to be enough encouragement. he tries to match junmyeon's pace, tries to focus on the little sighs that escape him, concentration flickering black and white as he feels heat pool into his stomach.
he mewls as he comes, lips finding junmyeon's for a desperate kiss, swallowing the little gasps junmyeon let's out as he strokes him to orgasm. cum coats jongin's hand, but he pumps until he's milked junmyeon dry.
junmyeon collapses on top of jongin, panting heavily and jongin kisses his cheek, free hand sliding underneath junmyeon's shirt as he wraps it around his torso. he rubs soft circles against smooth skin, relishing the little happy sigh that escapes junmyeon.
it takes a moment longer before junmyeon rolls off, pulling his hand out of jongin's boxers. jongin mimics the action, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment. his cheeks burn red and junmyeon gives him a laughing smile, followed by a reassuring kiss.
"did you want to sleep here?" he asks, sitting upwards to pull off his shirt. wiping his hand of jongin's cum with the shirt, he takes jongin's hand to wipe it clean too. jongin lets him, a little enraptured by how beautiful junmyeon is when concentrating.
"can i?" he murmurs, wanting to pull junmyeon close again, kiss him slowly and deliberately.
junmyeon gives him a smile, soft and indulgent, eyes hopeful as they flicker away from jongin’s hand. "of course."
it's all the reassurance jongin needs to pull junmyeon down, taking the shirt in his hand and throwing it aside. he kisses junmyeon just like he wants, pulling away only when he can barely catch his breath to snuggle into junmyeon's chest.
junmyeon pets his hair, tucking jongin's head underneath his chest. he says nothing and jongin prefers it, really, eyes heavy with sleep as he shuts them.
- sorry for the lapslock. i don't usually write fic in it but this was originally posted over twitter and then i built it a bit more
- i suppose i was too lazy to go back and fix it
- tbh, i just wanted to write sukai porn so
- written for taozi who, like me, just wishes jongin would love junmyeon back :(
exo; sukai; nc-17; 2300
junmeyon still doesn’t move, just shifts slightly so that jongin feels like the entire right side of his body is touching junmyeon and he loves this.
what it meant to me
jongin overhears it as he's coming back from the washroom, junmyeon's voice a bit muffled. he's forgotten to close the door to his room, always too trusting and jongin slams to a stop.
"hyung, i don't think jongin will ever like me."
his throat closes up painfully as he hears the words, and when he peaks around the corner of the door, he finds junmyeon huddled up in his bed, phone pressed to his ear.
he must be talking to wu fan, jongin assumes. tempted to just storm in and tell him he's wrong, jongin takes an almost hesitant step forward.
"he won't even let me touch him," junmyeon whispers, voice cracking and jongin doesn't understand how to fix this. he stumbles away from the door, and scrambles back to his room. kyungsoo isn't there, most likely hanging out with the others in the living room. jongin is thankful because he feels like he's been punched in the gut, the wind knocked right out of him.
didn't junmyeon know how much he liked him?
jongin swallows around the nervousness clogging his throat. it's been two days since he overheard junmyeon and kyungsoo's managed to get what's bothering him out. of course, it isn’t that difficult since jongin’s been restless and he is pliant in kyungsoo’s hands, under his raised eyebrows and exasperated expressions.
"is it so hard to tell him you like him?" kyungsoo asks and jongin nods, almost on instinct. how could he tell junmyeon he liked him? did kyungsoo think it would be as easy as sauntering over to him, tapping him on the shoulder and confessing? what did kyungsoo know anyways.
"i don't just, i want," jongin starts, feeling the blush form on his cheeks. he can barely get the words out to kyungsoo, he was going to be hopeless with junmyeon. "i don't just like him as a hyung."
he can barely hear the words come out of his mouth, he wonders if kyungsoo catches anything.
"i thought that much was already established,” kyungsoo says slowly, eyes widening in confusion.
“it…i, what?” jongin stumbles over words, leaning away slightly from kyungsoo to give him a baffled look.
“aren’t you sulking because you like him? i mean it’s pretty damn obvious you like him. all chanyeol and baekhyun talk about is when you’ll finally fu-, uh, get together…”
"what?"
"i mean, let’s be honest here, only junmyeon is oblivious enough not to notice the love eyes you make at him."
"what."
"go and confess okay. i’m fairly certain he likes you too," kyungsoo smiles, ruffling jongin's hair. he rises from next to jongin, making his way to the door of their bedroom. he’d left dinner running to come sit with jongin since apparently jongin wouldn’t stop moping around like a lost little kitten.
"WHAT."
"oh my god, shut up, jongin."
junmyeon stays away from him, doesn’t wrap affectionate arms around him when they’re standing in formation for an interview or photoshoot. at least not until someone tells him to and then he can feel the hesitancy and awkwardness and jongin wonders if his heart is supposed to ache like this.
he knows well enough that he brushed junmyeon aside in the past but that was when he could barely wrap his head around the idea that maybe he liked junmyeon. clearly that had resulted in some terrible miscommunication because now he couldn’t even get junmyeon’s attention.
“hyung, do you have a minute?” he asks, as they’re sitting around the table at a restaurant eating as quickly as possible because they have another schedule soon.
but it’s as though junmyeon doesn’t hear him, continuing to eat quietly, lost in thought. jongin frowns, suddenly not even the slightly bit hungry. he pushes the food away, before excusing himself from the table. junmyeon doesn’t even notice.
kyungsoo sends him worried glances every now and then, and jongin knows what they’re supposed to mean but he also knows that he couldn’t possibly tell junmyeon anything. they’re all sprawled out in the living room, jongin having tentatively sat down next to junmyeon on the couch. to his surprise, junmyeon doesn’t move away - he didn’t think he would, really, since jongin’s been sitting next to him a lot lately.
but all those times junmyeon hadn’t smiled at him warmly, hadn’t let his thigh rest against jongin’s and sat comfortably by his side. the ache in jongin’s heart returns, different this time and he feels slightly europhic, brave enough to lean in a little to junmyeon’s side, and press against his shoulder.
junmeyon still doesn’t move, just shifts slightly so that jongin feels like the entire right side of his body is touching junmyeon and he loves this. loves the way he can feel the warmth of junmyeon’s skin through the fabric of his jeans and the cotton of his t-shirt.
they say nothing to each other, jongin having lost his ability to express sincerity a long time ago. in fact, when jongin’s eyes feel heavy with sleep, the drama they’ve all decided to watch thanks to chanyeol’s insistence that he was the lord of the television blurring in front of his eyes, his head falls to junmyeon’s shoulder.
he feels junmyeon’s body go stiff, but jongin only slouches in his seat, laying his head at a comfortable angle on junmyeon’s warm shoulder. junmyeon’s breath seems to hitch and jongin likes the way he almost seems to shudder as he exhales. he doesn’t move jongin away though.
it’s all jongin needs.
he bribes sehun with bubble tea and gets him to leave his shared room with junmyeon for a few hours. jongin's sent junmyeon a text telling him he wants some advice about something, and he hopes junmyeon will come quickly. otherwise, he might just run out of courage and actually die because his heart is beating far too fast right now.
"jongin?"
spinning around at the call of his name, he finds a concerned looking junmyeon standing in the doorway. jongin bites on his bottom lip, nervously, before attempting a shaky smile.
"hi hyung."
"is everything okay?" junmyeon asks, closing the door behind him. he looks caught between worry and hesitancy. jongin's heart skips a beat, echoing through him until he feels the remnants of it tingling at the tips of his fingers.
he doesn’t really know what to say, where to start. jongin has spent a lifetime perfecting the art of skirting around issues, around feelings and emotions, denying himself everything that hinged upon uncertainty. it takes him a minute longer to gather all his courage, sucks in one shaky breath until he feels like his voice won’t crack.
"uh, well, i think i like someone," he explains, hands clenching into fists only to unravel the next second. it feels like he’s falling into something endless, air rushing past his body as he longs to meet the ground.
"oh," junmyeon responds, expression dropping suddenly.
jongin takes a slow step forward, and then another when junmyeon doesn't move away from the door.
"what, i mean, did you want help telling them or did something happen?" junmyeon asks, stumbling over the words. his ears have gone a bright red, as though he’s never experienced something like this before, has never had to deal with a friend tell them about a crush.
jongin takes one last step, the space between them now not more than a foot. he’s never been nervous, years of positive enforcement doing wonders on his confidence but jongin’s stomach still clenches painfully at the thought of junmyeon rejecting him. "i overheard him telling a friend that he thinks i don't like him."
junmyeon doesn't seem to comprehend what jongin is saying before his eyes widen and jongin smiles, hopefully in what seems reassuring, something kind and honest.
"and i guess i wanted him to know that i really like him. too much sometimes."
"oh..."
"and i really like it when he touches me," jongin continues, lowering his gaze from junmyeon's because fuck this is so embarrassing, "but sometimes i just feel a bit overwhelmed."
he pulls on the hem of junmyeon's shirt, a bit childishly before he dares to look back up at junmyeon.
"why?" junmyeon asks, fingers wrapping around jongin's wrist slowly, warmth spreading across jongin's skin like sunshine in summer.
he swallows, eyes closing, "because i feel like i can't think straight. i feel like he'll give up on me if i give in, that i'm not as special as i'd like to be."
junmyeon's eyes soften, cheeks tinged red and jongin really just wants the ground to swallow him but junmyeon is pulling him closer. "but you're so special. he'd have to be a moron not to see that."
"yeah?" jongin whispers, voice a little hoarse. he licks his lips, eyes flickering from junmyeon's lips back to his eyes.
"yeah," junmyeon confirms, closing the gap between them to kiss jongin with a tenderness that drowns jongin. he feels his head swim, knees suddenly too weak to hold him up and he grabs at junmyeon's shoulder, fingers clutching at the cloth of his t-shirt.
when junmyeon swipes his tongue along jongin's bottom lip, he opens up readily, tilting his head to the right to deepen the kiss. junmyeon kisses him a little desperately now, and jongin whimpers when he feels junmyeon's hand slide underneath the fabric of his own t-shirt.
jongin presses himself closer to junmyeon, feels the heat of junmyeon's warm skin through his clothes and moans as he feels the hardness of junmyeon's cock through his jeans. he doesn't mean to, but he grinds his hips down, enjoying the gasp that escapes junmyeon.
junmyeon pushes him toward his bed, and jongin stumbles backwards, almost falling over as he feels the backs of his knees hitting the edge of the bed. he clutches at junmyeon’s shirt but junmyeon pushes him away, hovering over jongin’s body as it hits the surface of the bed.
it’s a bit surprising, how junmyeon knows exactly what he wants but jongin likes it. likes how junmyeon's eyes have darkened with wanting, lips already swollen and red. jongin flounders, panting as he reaches to pull junmyeon closer, gasping his name when their lips meet again.
"i like you so much," jongin confesses, fingers tangling into junmyeon's hair, voice needy with want. "so much hyung."
"i like you too," junmyeon reassures, straddling jongin's hips. he sucks on jongin's tongue, drawing out whining moans and jongin knows his nails are digging into junmyeon's scalp but he says nothing.
he cants his hips upwards, creating friction between himself and junmyeon, letting out little gasps of pleasure every time he meets junmyeon's cock with his own.
"please, please touch me hyung. want you." jongin can feel the warmth of desire coil low in his stomach, voice betraying him entirely as he tells junmyeon everything. there is no hesitation when jongin is so close, when he just needs junmyeon to touch him, needs to feel his fingers wrapped around his aching cock.
"fuck," junmyeon whispers, shaky and hoarse and there is a hint of disbelief, which sends shivers down jongin's spine. he let's a hand trail down junmyeon's side, palming the fullness of his cock through his jeans. junmyeon hisses at the sensation, teeth sinking into jongin's collarbone to quieten a loud moan.
"please," jongin begs, fingers finally undoing junmyeon's belt. he manages the button on his jeans a bit better, hand sliding eagerly down the waistband of junmyeon's underwear.
"jongin," junmyeon cries, voice hitching as jongin's fingers wrap around junmyeon's length, thumb circling the head of his cock, gathering precum. jongin has to bite down on his own lip when he feels junmyeon's hands sliding up his thighs, grip tightening painfully at his hips.
"make me come," jongin breathes, locking his eyes with junmyeon's and junmyeon sucks in a breath, eyes closing briefly as jongin begins moving his hand up and down his cock.
"only if you're good for hyung," junmyeon tells him, licking his lips as he slides a hand closer to jongin's crotch. jongin can't help the needy whimper that escapes him, hand stilling on junmyeon.
"i'll be a good," jongin promises, desperate.
"you had better," junmyeon murmurs, as he undoes the button on jongin's jeans, pulling them down his hips just enough to palm jongin through the fabric of his underwear.
jongin thrusts up into the touch, eyes beginning to tear up and junmyeon finally, finally, slides his hand down his underwear to wrap warm fingers around jongin. he strokes quickly, the little whining moans jongin lets out seeming to be enough encouragement. he tries to match junmyeon's pace, tries to focus on the little sighs that escape him, concentration flickering black and white as he feels heat pool into his stomach.
he mewls as he comes, lips finding junmyeon's for a desperate kiss, swallowing the little gasps junmyeon let's out as he strokes him to orgasm. cum coats jongin's hand, but he pumps until he's milked junmyeon dry.
junmyeon collapses on top of jongin, panting heavily and jongin kisses his cheek, free hand sliding underneath junmyeon's shirt as he wraps it around his torso. he rubs soft circles against smooth skin, relishing the little happy sigh that escapes junmyeon.
it takes a moment longer before junmyeon rolls off, pulling his hand out of jongin's boxers. jongin mimics the action, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment. his cheeks burn red and junmyeon gives him a laughing smile, followed by a reassuring kiss.
"did you want to sleep here?" he asks, sitting upwards to pull off his shirt. wiping his hand of jongin's cum with the shirt, he takes jongin's hand to wipe it clean too. jongin lets him, a little enraptured by how beautiful junmyeon is when concentrating.
"can i?" he murmurs, wanting to pull junmyeon close again, kiss him slowly and deliberately.
junmyeon gives him a smile, soft and indulgent, eyes hopeful as they flicker away from jongin’s hand. "of course."
it's all the reassurance jongin needs to pull junmyeon down, taking the shirt in his hand and throwing it aside. he kisses junmyeon just like he wants, pulling away only when he can barely catch his breath to snuggle into junmyeon's chest.
junmyeon pets his hair, tucking jongin's head underneath his chest. he says nothing and jongin prefers it, really, eyes heavy with sleep as he shuts them.
- sorry for the lapslock. i don't usually write fic in it but this was originally posted over twitter and then i built it a bit more
- i suppose i was too lazy to go back and fix it
- tbh, i just wanted to write sukai porn so
- written for taozi who, like me, just wishes jongin would love junmyeon back :(