"... qui coule de tes levres." (Kyuhyun/Sungmin)
Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Super Junior)
PG-13 for sensuality or something like it; AU. One take on KyuMin and wine. ("qui coule de tes levres" = "that flows from your lips")
Inspired by this song, as well as in large part by Sungmin’s wine entries on his cyworld:
Today..... I tried some ROGGIO DEL FILARE '04........
I took a sip and for one minute it left this tingling feeling on the tip of my nose......
I don't know much about wine yet but I want to recommend it to anyone..
It was a memorable, body-capturing VINO... ^^
2004 Velenosi Rosso Piceno Superiore Roggio del Filare is a red wine, a pinot noir from Tuscany, and one bottle is $53.99 CAD. :O I took liberties with the date, since obviously a 2004 wine would not be around in the early 1900’s, lol.
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The wine casts small pink lights over Sungmin’s face when he holds the glass up to the warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp, and they dance across his bright eyes and the smooth skin of his cheeks to play along the feminine dip of his lips. Kyuhyun follows the movement of light with lazy, half-lidded eyes, smiling into his own glass, and tips his head back to drain the last drops left in the concave bowl. The wine is full and rich, sharp with spice and soothing with fragrant fumes, and he rolls the taste around on his tongue, lets it go to his head in a slow, liquid burn. It finishes cleanly, beautifully, and he sets the glass down on the table with barely a sound, the stem of the glass cool against the tips of his fingers.
“Roggio Del Filare. 1904.”
Sungmin’s voice is low and dark, all smooth and all soothing like the wine tipped into their glasses. The words are meaningless to Kyuhyun, foreign words that sound strange to his ears, but the crystal carafe is close to empty and Sungmin’s voice is warm and familiar and Kyuhyun glances across at him from under lashes made heavy with alcohol.
He makes a pretty picture, all smooth skin and dark bedroom eyes, tousled hair and wine-kissed lips as he reclines against his pillow, glass in hand. His fingers curl around the stem, lower the glass for him to tilt it towards the curved bow of his mouth. The sheets are as red as the wine that swirls and tilts in his glass, a deep, luxurious burgundy, and his skin looks like cream against the sheet pulled loosely to his hips, a splendid swath of Bordeaux-red silk pooled below a bare torso and the soft line of a hipbone.
“Kyuhyun-ah.” His voice is hushed, and Kyuhyun isn’t even embarrassed that he’s been caught staring. He meets those wine-bright eyes and lets his lips crook up into a smile.
The silk slithers across his skin like cool liquid when he moves, and when he presses Sungmin into the mattress, their bodies sink down, down, down. All is intoxicating; all is wine-red to his senses. Sungmin’s mouth tastes of wine, and the lush, lazy heat of their kiss sings of decadence.
PG-13 for sensuality or something like it; AU. One take on KyuMin and wine. ("qui coule de tes levres" = "that flows from your lips")
Inspired by this song, as well as in large part by Sungmin’s wine entries on his cyworld:
Today..... I tried some ROGGIO DEL FILARE '04........
I took a sip and for one minute it left this tingling feeling on the tip of my nose......
I don't know much about wine yet but I want to recommend it to anyone..
It was a memorable, body-capturing VINO... ^^
2004 Velenosi Rosso Piceno Superiore Roggio del Filare is a red wine, a pinot noir from Tuscany, and one bottle is $53.99 CAD. :O I took liberties with the date, since obviously a 2004 wine would not be around in the early 1900’s, lol.
.
The wine casts small pink lights over Sungmin’s face when he holds the glass up to the warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp, and they dance across his bright eyes and the smooth skin of his cheeks to play along the feminine dip of his lips. Kyuhyun follows the movement of light with lazy, half-lidded eyes, smiling into his own glass, and tips his head back to drain the last drops left in the concave bowl. The wine is full and rich, sharp with spice and soothing with fragrant fumes, and he rolls the taste around on his tongue, lets it go to his head in a slow, liquid burn. It finishes cleanly, beautifully, and he sets the glass down on the table with barely a sound, the stem of the glass cool against the tips of his fingers.
“Roggio Del Filare. 1904.”
Sungmin’s voice is low and dark, all smooth and all soothing like the wine tipped into their glasses. The words are meaningless to Kyuhyun, foreign words that sound strange to his ears, but the crystal carafe is close to empty and Sungmin’s voice is warm and familiar and Kyuhyun glances across at him from under lashes made heavy with alcohol.
He makes a pretty picture, all smooth skin and dark bedroom eyes, tousled hair and wine-kissed lips as he reclines against his pillow, glass in hand. His fingers curl around the stem, lower the glass for him to tilt it towards the curved bow of his mouth. The sheets are as red as the wine that swirls and tilts in his glass, a deep, luxurious burgundy, and his skin looks like cream against the sheet pulled loosely to his hips, a splendid swath of Bordeaux-red silk pooled below a bare torso and the soft line of a hipbone.
“Kyuhyun-ah.” His voice is hushed, and Kyuhyun isn’t even embarrassed that he’s been caught staring. He meets those wine-bright eyes and lets his lips crook up into a smile.
The silk slithers across his skin like cool liquid when he moves, and when he presses Sungmin into the mattress, their bodies sink down, down, down. All is intoxicating; all is wine-red to his senses. Sungmin’s mouth tastes of wine, and the lush, lazy heat of their kiss sings of decadence.