Doing some re-archiving of fic and locked posts; not much will visibly change but I may be reposting a couple of old drabbles in the coming days.
1. tattoos, Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Super Junior). PG, 249w.
Kyuhyun can't bring himself to tear his eyes away from the dark splash of colour against the pale, soft skin of Sungmin's shoulderblade, the smooth muscles of his back shifting beneath the skin. He can't seem to unstick his throat either - for once, he can't find some kind of appropriate response (somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks there's no way there could be an appropriate response to this, the two of them standing alone in the bathroom, Sungmin's shirt pulled halfway off, ink traced in intricate, curving lines such a stark contrast to the pale expanse of Sungmin's skin), just finds himself leaning in closer to the tattoo, eyes tracing the ink, tracing the lines, tracing the curve of Sungmin's shoulderblade. When he hears a hitch of breath it takes him a moment to realize it's his own, and Sungmin looks back curiously at the sound.
"Can I - ?" Kyuhyun murmurs, his voice low and his fingertips just hovering over Sungmin's skin (tattoo, his mind is sputtering at him, Sungmin's tattoo). Sungmin's voice is strangely dark with the sound of a smile when he replies, a silken go ahead that makes the breath in kyuhyun's lungs leave him in an exhale against Sungmin's skin. Kyuhyun watches in fascination as it raises goosebumps along the tattoo along his skin, allows his fingertip to just graze the path of one dark line and doesn't notice the barely imperceptible shiver that goes through Sungmin's suddenly still body.
2. slow motion, Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Super Junior). PG-13, 201w.
Kyuhyun's head hits the wall none too gently, but the slight throbbing pain is soon diminished by Sungmin's mouth pressed soothingly to the underside of his jaw. He traces slow, leisurely patterns on the skin of his neck, pausing to suck lightly in a way that Kyuhyun knows, in the back of his mind, will leave a mark. Sungmin's tongue darts out, sneaky, to soothe the bruising skin and Kyuhyun shivers, pulling Sungmin closer to him with tightly gripping hands on Sungmin's hips. He feels Sungmin's mouth curve into a smile against his neck and he swallows with difficulty when Sungmin presses his mouth, open and wet and hot, over his Adam's apple made prominent when he tilted his head back. His teeth graze the delicate skin there, he drags the tip of his hot tongue over Kyuhyun's Adam's apple, and there's a ragged gasp that Kyuhyun realizes belatedly came from his own mouth but he doesn't have the chance to be embarrassed because Sungmin's laughing, a dark, pleased laugh that sends a thrill down Kyuhyun's spine before he closes his mouth over Kyuhyun's. His tongue curls over Kyuhyun's, slow and hot, dark and sweet like honey, amber-gold, and he drowns.