[FIC] Of Strawberries and Cream
∞ Of Strawberries and Cream
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Smut, Fluff, NC-17; 3650 words
! beta: blake_maclaren
!! unnecessary sequel to Escalator
!!! for Ayesha ♥
Wu Yifan paces back and forth across the living room. He is quite bored. It has been two hours since they arrived from a strenuous emergency shopping spree, with mostly Junmyeon dragging him from one shop to another and making him carry all his shopping bags in one hand; the other was holding Junmyeon’s tiny gloved hand because he is quite afraid of losing his lover amongst the crowd of shoppers in the mall. Although the main purpose of this ‘emergency shopping’ is to buy a can of cream for Junmyeon’s strawberry cake.
Junmyeon sternly tells him with determined eyes, as he struggles to break free from Yifan’s passionate kisses the moment they close the front door as they arrive home, that he should stay away from the kitchen while he’s baking the cake. Because Junmyeon insists that if Yifan helps, they will most probably not have any cake to eat for the night at all.
But Yifan can’t take it anymore. He tries to watch a comedy show at first but later finds out it’s not funny to laugh alone, although there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. The shows being aired on TV at this time fail to interest him. Or rather, only one thing interests him, and that’s Kim Junmyeon.
Really, he can’t take it anymore. So he decides to drag his feet to the kitchen. He leans his head in and sees Junmyeon smiling and humming a happy melody while applying whipped cream on the cake on top of the kitchen counter.
“What’s taking you so long?” Yifan pouts as he casually walks in, his arms folded against his chest.
“Oh, hyung, I’m almost done,” Junmyeon stops humming and answers him with a breathtaking smile. Yifan feels his knees turn to jelly for a few seconds. The younger man takes out a knife and slices the cake carefully, placing it on a tiny saucer and getting a fork before presenting it to Yifan with outstretched arms. “Would you like a bite?” he asks rather enthusiastically.
Yifan nods and scoots closer to Junmyeon, taking the fork and lifting a piece of the slice to his mouth. He tilts his head to the side as he chews the sweet dessert lazily.
“So how is it?” Junmyeon asks; his voice too eager for Yifan’s answer.
Yifan doesn’t give him an answer, and instead continues to chew on the cake in his mouth and avoids making eye contact with Junmyeon. The younger snatches the saucer out of his hands and takes a piece of the cake using the same fork and brings it into his mouth. “I wonder what’s wrong,” he mutters. Yifan observes that a bit of the cream got smudged on the younger’s lips and he bites his bottom lip as he looks at Junmyeon wiping the edges of his mouth and then licking the foam of cream off his fingers. Yifan feels his chest tighten as he struggles to breathe. There's still a small amount of cream smudged on the corner of Junmyeon's lip. How he wishes Junmyeon would manage to wipe it off somehow so he can avoid the unhealthy thoughts forming at the back of his mind. It seems like Junmyeon has no plans to help him retain his sanity however as the other gives him one quick look. The younger's doe-like eyes stare at his own hazel ones that are hooded slightly by his scrunched eyebrows, silently questioning him what's wrong, is there something bothering him, and is there any way he can help, or is there something wrong with his strawberry cake. And Yifan just wants to answer him right there with No, you are my problem, Junmyeon. And you are the only solution too. I just don’t know how to confront you.
"What's the matter, hyung? Is my cake too sweet for your liking?" Junmyeon asks with a frown, forefinger resting on his lower lip.
Yifan finds himself being distracted by Junmyeon's lips. His eyebrows delve further, physically expressing the discomfort he is feeling just seeing the younger one with his innocent, childlike what-have-I-done-wrong expression. In an attempt to save himself from the situation, he makes an impromptu decision to turn around and leave the kitchen while he still has the ability to do so. He puts a foot forward to head for the door, but Junmyeon's hand swiftly grabs his wrist, sending an unwanted wave of electricity travelling up to his arm and spreading to the rest of his body.
"Hyung?" Junmyeon asks, confusion and worry evident in his voice.
Yifan forcefully closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before turning around to face the younger. At the moment when he opens his eyes, the image of a clueless Junmyeon greets him; there is a faint twinkle in his round, almond eyes as he blinks. And of course, there is still that tiny line of foam on the corner of his not-so-dry lips. Yifan doesn’t know he has been clenching his fist until Junmyeon loosens his grip on it. It takes a long moment of awkward silence until Yifan briskly walks forward, closing the gap between them. And Junmyeon finds his feet taking small steps backwards as the taller man continues to advance to him. It is only a matter of seconds before Junmyeon's hips bump into the edge of the kitchen counter. Yifan leans closer, albeit too slowly for the younger's liking. As a result, Junmyeon flinches, and his breath hitches as Yifan's tongue makes contact with his lower lip, gradually travelling to the corner of his mouth until it hits his cheek, tickling him in the process.
"You've got cream on your lips," Yifan answers his question in a whisper, using a husky voice that Junmyeon deems unnecessary.
The taller one withdraws, but not before looking at the younger's exasperated face and seeing a faint blush forming on his pale cheeks. He gives Junmyeon a satisfied smirk before leaning down again to capture the latter's lips. Junmyeon relaxes his tense shoulders as Yifan slips his tongue between his parted lips.
Yifan nibbles on Junmyeon's lower lip, fluidly pushing the younger male until his back leans, almost reaching a few centimeters, to the smooth marble surface of the kitchen counter. His fingers accidentally touch the strawberry cake Junmyeon was decorating a while ago, and the younger male shudders as Yifan’s cream-coated fingers touch his cheeks. Junmyeon props his arm on the kitchen counter to maintain his balance, and he wraps his other hand on Yifan's neck, pulling the older guy closer as he struggles to push himself up. What Junmyeon is unaware of is that there is also a bit of cream in his own hands, and Yifan's breath hitches into their kiss as the cream on the younger male's fingers touches the sensitive skin on his neck.
Junmyeon shortly pulls himself away, breaking their kiss, and both of them breathe heavily to supply their lungs with air. And Yifan, keeping his eyes shut, rests his forehead against Junmyeon's as he listens to the thundering nervousness being echoed by his thumping heart inside his chest, along with the sound of their heavy breathing.
"Hyung," Junmyeon's warm breath ghosts on his lips, and he feels Junmyeon's hand trail down from his neck then slowly to his shoulders before finally resting on his chest. He makes a quick effort to capture Junmyeon's lips again, but he only manages a quick peck as the younger male softly nudges him away. Yifan feels a slight pain in his heart. Did I just offend Junmyeon? Does he not want this?
With apologetic eyes, he slightly withdraws his body from the younger one. "I-I am sorry," he says as he retreats his heavy frame from Junmyeon’s lithe one, and he slides his hands to grab Junmyeon's wrist to straighten him up. However, the latter grabs him by the collar, pulls him back and kisses him again; his other hand smudging his cheeks with the cold whipped cream. Yifan grasps the edge of the kitchen counter to steady himself. Junmyeon breaks the kiss again and Yifan whimpers.
Junmyeon chuckles, his eyes forming beautiful crescents on his face. "Hyung, the kitchen counter is cold," he whispers seductively, his breath blowing into Yifan’s ear, tickling the taller man.
Yifan purrs and presses his chest against the younger one. "Let's warm it up, shall we?" he says against Junmyeon's cheeks, before proceeding to lick some of the sweet concoction that had been smudged there by his own hands, and then planting wet kisses from the younger's defined jaw down to his neck.
"And you ruined my cake!" The younger scolds him, and Yifan responds by biting on the junction of his neck and shoulders a bit harshly, making the younger moan loudly, tugging on the hair above Yifan’s nape.
"It's okay, we still have more cream," Yifan answers as he slips a hand under Junmyeon's shirt and then gingerly pushes him down the marble counter, while simultaneously clearing the counter of the few baking utensils with one swipe of his long arm. Clinks of pliable metal echo through the four walls of the kitchen as the utensils fall, yet these sounds seem to be unheard by the couple. Junmyeon slides himself up until his whole body is on top of the counter. The cake, of course, is still above Junmyeon's head, and it is partially ruined by their making-out moment earlier. But Yifan couldn't care less. Junmyeon can be his sweet dessert, and he knows he is tastier than the cake. Sweeter than the cream, tastier than the strawberries. He climbs on top of Junmyeon and locks eyes with him for a few seconds.
The younger male returns his gaze, doe-like eyes filled with anticipation staring back at hazel orbs, in which Yifan hopes are showing his desire to take Junmyeon at this instant. Yifan loses consciousness of his surroundings as he drowns himself in Junmyeon's beautiful eyes. He realizes he can't take it anymore. Do you even realize how your obliviousness makes me feel, Kim Junmyeon? Junmyeon blinks and Yifan finds himself being pulled closer to him by a force similar to gravity.
Junmyeon expertly trails his fingers down Yifan's button-down shirt. Yifan wonders how the younger can expertly undo them so effortlessly. But then Yifan realizes it's not that important anyway. There's a cool breeze that passes shortly in between Junmyeon's warm touches, and Yifan shudders at the mixture of cold and warmth on his skin. Junmyeon's fingers continue to trail down, sending an electrifying feeling moving along that invisible line on his stomach. Yifan moans into their kiss as Junmyeon's fingers suddenly brush sideways upon reaching the button of his jeans. He traces the skin above the taller man's jeans with his fingers. Junmyeon is teasing him, because he chuckles in between their kiss as Yifan hisses loudly at his touch.
Yifan sucks on Junmyeon's jaw and Junmyeon slips a finger on one of the belt rings on Yifan's jeans, pulling the tall man’s lower abdomen to graze at his own clothed bulge.
"Stop teasing and undress me already!" Yifan growls impatiently. Junmyeon naughtily bites his lower lip.
Yifan growls again and then he nibbles on Junmyeon's lips when the latter's fingers brush by the front of his zipper. He lets out a whimper that sounds akin to relief as the younger finally manages to unhook the button of his pants, swiftly pulling his jeans open. Yifan seems to delight in the newfound freedom from his pants. Well, almost. If only Junmyeon would pull them off for him this instant. Unfortunately, Junmyeon doesn’t. Yifan tilts his head so that Junmyeon could see his pleading look. Instead of complying, Junmyeon gives him a grin, his eyes forming into half-crescents beneath the beads of sweat decorating his forehead. Yifan groans and pulls himself up, bending his knees against the marble surface of the counter. His hands fumble on the rough fabric of his jeans. He clicks his tongue in disbelief at his own state. He is actually struggling with his hands, trying to pull his pants off. A melodious laugh rings through his ears as an amused Junmyeon watches him. He narrows his eyes at the younger man after he manages to pull his pants and underwear down to his knees. Junmyeon gives him a smile, bordering between amusement and awakening desire before grabbing a piece of strawberry from the cake above his head, fingers getting smudged by the cream again. A lot of cream.
Junmyeon puts the strawberry in his mouth, dangling it in between his lips. And Yifan is sure he has no intention of actually eating it as the younger gets up on his knees, just like how Yifan is bending on his own. Junmyeon brushes his cream-coated fingers lightly on Yifan’s lips, and Yifan is actually tempted to suck on them. He does, but only on Junmyeon’s pinky finger. He nips on it, and Junmyeon pulls his hand away, making Yifan mewl at the sudden loss of oral contact. A corner of Junmyeon’s mouth twitches, and Yifan draws his mouth to bite on the piece of strawberry on the younger’s lips. Yifan chews it quickly, and swallows it just before Junmyeon jerks his mouth and forces his tongue into him. Junmyeon loves strawberries. And the flavor on Yifan’s tongue is better than strawberries.
They continue to kiss and Junmyeon’s hand trails down Yifan’s neck to his chest and to his shoulders, peeling Yifan’s shirt off, to which Yifan helps him in doing so, and then to his unclothed erection, with Junmyeon’s fingers smudging his skin with cream along the way. Junmyeon bites on Yifan’s neck as Yifan finds his hand clawing on the other’s waist from underneath his shirt. Junmyeon pulls back, sticks his tongue out and then drags it down, following the trail of cream down Yifan’s hard length.
Junmyeon licks the head slowly, too agonizingly slowly that Yifan jolts his hips, accidentally pushing his way into Junmyeon’s parted lips. The younger doesn’t retaliate and instead engulfs Yifan’s entire length down his mouth, licking and sucking in the way Yifan likes it. The younger’s other hand fondles on his balls. Yifan pants heavily at the sensation of what Junmyeon’s mouth and hands are doing to him. He grabs the younger’s hair as he was about to release.
Junmyeon knows better than to give Yifan the upper hand though. Yifan knows what Junmyeon wants. Yifan knows that Junmeyon wants Yifan inside him.
Yifan voices a whine as both Junmyeon’s mouth and hand leave his lower region. Disappointed, Yifan growls aloud, leaning closer to the younger man who is beginning to be a terrible tease. He pins Junmyeon back on the kitchen counter again, and he crashes his lips unto the latter’s.
"If you keep kissing me like this," Junmyeon warns through clashes of teeth and tongue with Yifan, "you won't be able to take my shirt off," he adds with a chuckle. And Yifan furiously licks the line of cream decorating the other’s cheeks. He wonders how things got this messy.
"Oh don't worry, this will be quick," he answers amusingly as he fiercely tears Junmyeon’s shirt by the neckline with his teeth, his huge hand then taking over to shred the fabric off the younger’s body. He plunges his teeth unto the younger's collarbones, sucking on that tiny mole, earning a loud moan from the younger while his body arches upward, the rough texture of his jeans grazing against his own bulge.
Yifan moves down, planting butterfly kisses along an invisible trail on Junmyeon's porcelain body. Junmyeon arches his back again, bucking his hips, accidentally hitting Yifan's busy lips with his stomach.
"Impatient, aren't you?" Yifan teases as one of his hands grabs the hem of Junmyeon's pants, sliding it down quickly while his other hand pushes his body back to the cold surface of the kitchen counter. He bites too harshly on the mole on one of the younger's defined abdominal muscles, and Junmyeon moans loudly because the pleasure that surges through his body from Yifan's touches are just simply mind-blowing. Yifan trails his tongue down to the younger's navel as Junmyeon props himself up on one elbow. Beads of sweat decorate the border of his face and hairline. The needy expression in his eyes signals Yifan to continue, and the taller man responds with devilish grin while tracing Junmyeon's circular form with his tongue. Junmyeon stifles his moans by biting his lips, but his hips jerk again, and Yifan takes this opportunity to pull the younger's pants all the way down, then kicking it off using his feet.
“Me? Impatient?” Junmyeon pants, challenging Yifan but shakes his head when the man bites too violently on his inside thigh. “Impatient. Says the man who is still hard after what I just did to him.”
Yifan crawls up and breathes into Junmyeon’s ear, “You know what I want.”
Junmyeon doesn’t voice his answer. Instead, he clamps his ankles on the taller man’s hips. He feels Yifan’s smile forming against his ear.
A loud gasp escapes Junmyeon's lips as Yifan enters him, slow and steady. "You should have screamed my name instead," he mumbles into the younger's ears, his hot breath sending chills down the younger boy's spine. Yifan makes his first thrust, slow yet firm, just the way Junmyeon likes it, and the younger digs his nails into the bare skin of his back. Yifan looks at Junmyeon, the latter has his eyes tightly shut, and his teeth graze the surface of his lower lip.
"So this is how you want to play tonight eh? Let's see how long it will take for me to make you scream my name."
"Make me," the younger replies; his voice is shaky, struggling in between bated breaths.
"Oh such a naughty one you are," he says, biting the skin near the younger's neck, sucking on his mole before trailing his tongue upward and then nibbling on his earlobe.
Another gasp escapes Junmyeon's mouth and his back arches. Yifan takes this opportunity to increase his tempo. Yifan watches as Junmyeon winces in pain with each of his thrusts, his eyebrows slowly converging.
It takes a while before Junmyeon scratches Yifan's back and he draws his other hand to Yifan's head, grabbing a handful of hair like he's clinging on for dear life. Yifan smirks as Junmyeon's teeth dig deeper into his lower lip. One firm thrust and that is enough for Junmyeon to open his mouth to scream, although no sound was heard coming out of it.
“Stubborn aren’t you?” he growls as he plunges his teeth on the younger's porcelain neck.
Yifan pounds into him, almost rhythmically. Junmyeon opens his eyes, tilting his head to the side and then he sees his naked form in the dark-tinted window in front of him. The reflection is a bit too hazy because the view on the window battles between the majestic view of the city from beyond it and their adequately lighted kitchen. The sweat on their bodies glistens because of the light. Yifan is slowly thrusting above him, his expression quite serious with his brows drawn to each other; although it is just a side profile that he’s seeing, Junmyeon can still tell. Junmyeon has a hand on his own mouth, and he bites his own fingers whenever Yifan pushes in. His other hand clings on Yifan’s slender shoulders, while Yifan’s other hand is pumping the younger's length. Junmyeon sees him plant wet kisses on his bare shoulders, and both of their bodies are rocking back and forth in a bearable rhythm. And just as Yifan's lips settle on the edge of Junmyeon's shoulders, Yifan opens his eyes and sees what the younger has been looking at. His eyes dart towards the glass window, and he catches their reflection. Yifan smirks naughtily.
"You're beautiful," he states breathily against the younger's cheeks. Yifan continues his rhythm, and he knows that Junmyeon is going to come soon, because the latter is taking huge breaths in between the increasing volume of his moans. Yifan breathes sweet nothings into his ear as he continues to pound into him.
Yifan gives one hard push, and it is what Junmyeon needs to finally shout his name, arching his back upward, craning his head, exposing his neck. Yifan bites the enticing flesh on Junmyeon’s neck, as both of them come at the same time. Junmyeon spills the white, sticky fluid in between their wet bodies and Yifan, inside Junmyeon’s hot cavern.
Both of them collapse, Junmyeon’s bare back meets the cold surface of the kitchen counter again, and Yifan almost drops on top of Junmyeon’s chest, but he quickly props himself by his elbow, so as not to place his entire weight on the younger’s fragile body. Yifan rolls to the space on Junmyeon’s side, and he pulls the younger male closer to him, with Junmyeon’s sticky back against his wet chest. They see both of their reflections on the glass window, and they remain that way for a few minutes. Junmyeon breathes deeply and Yifan’s fingers brush back the slick strands of hair away from the former’s beautiful eyes, arms draping over the former’s elegant waist. Yifan sees Junmyeon study the dark-colored surface of the kitchen counter for a while, smiling at the mist forming against it, outlining their entwined bodies. Yifan plants a quick peck on Junmyeon’s cheek.
“You are amazing,” he hums on Junmyeon’s ear.
Junmyeon giggles. “Since when am I not?” And Yifan feels like melting right there.
“See? The kitchen counter is not that cold anymore.”
“Well, no thanks to you,” Junmyeon retorts while patting Yifan’s arm resting on his waist. “And how was my cake?”
“Hmmm. Delicious. Or rather, it was perfect. Just as you are perfect,” Yifan answers. And he receives another passionate kiss from Kim Junmyeon.
A/N:
1. This deviates from my usual style and I’m not really confident with this because this is my very first “not-so-innocent” fic. I’m quite surprised myself that this reached more than 1000 words. And I’m sorry if I disappointed you dear readers ; ;
2. Late birthday present for Ayesha. Belated happy birthday bb ;u; Thanks for the kitchen counter prompt! ;u;
3. Many, many, many thanks to blake_maclaren for the beta work and also for the very very very lovely comment she attached to the reply email ;u; I love you unnie.
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Smut, Fluff, NC-17; 3650 words
! beta: blake_maclaren
!! unnecessary sequel to Escalator
!!! for Ayesha ♥
Wu Yifan paces back and forth across the living room. He is quite bored. It has been two hours since they arrived from a strenuous emergency shopping spree, with mostly Junmyeon dragging him from one shop to another and making him carry all his shopping bags in one hand; the other was holding Junmyeon’s tiny gloved hand because he is quite afraid of losing his lover amongst the crowd of shoppers in the mall. Although the main purpose of this ‘emergency shopping’ is to buy a can of cream for Junmyeon’s strawberry cake.
Junmyeon sternly tells him with determined eyes, as he struggles to break free from Yifan’s passionate kisses the moment they close the front door as they arrive home, that he should stay away from the kitchen while he’s baking the cake. Because Junmyeon insists that if Yifan helps, they will most probably not have any cake to eat for the night at all.
But Yifan can’t take it anymore. He tries to watch a comedy show at first but later finds out it’s not funny to laugh alone, although there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. The shows being aired on TV at this time fail to interest him. Or rather, only one thing interests him, and that’s Kim Junmyeon.
Really, he can’t take it anymore. So he decides to drag his feet to the kitchen. He leans his head in and sees Junmyeon smiling and humming a happy melody while applying whipped cream on the cake on top of the kitchen counter.
“What’s taking you so long?” Yifan pouts as he casually walks in, his arms folded against his chest.
“Oh, hyung, I’m almost done,” Junmyeon stops humming and answers him with a breathtaking smile. Yifan feels his knees turn to jelly for a few seconds. The younger man takes out a knife and slices the cake carefully, placing it on a tiny saucer and getting a fork before presenting it to Yifan with outstretched arms. “Would you like a bite?” he asks rather enthusiastically.
Yifan nods and scoots closer to Junmyeon, taking the fork and lifting a piece of the slice to his mouth. He tilts his head to the side as he chews the sweet dessert lazily.
“So how is it?” Junmyeon asks; his voice too eager for Yifan’s answer.
Yifan doesn’t give him an answer, and instead continues to chew on the cake in his mouth and avoids making eye contact with Junmyeon. The younger snatches the saucer out of his hands and takes a piece of the cake using the same fork and brings it into his mouth. “I wonder what’s wrong,” he mutters. Yifan observes that a bit of the cream got smudged on the younger’s lips and he bites his bottom lip as he looks at Junmyeon wiping the edges of his mouth and then licking the foam of cream off his fingers. Yifan feels his chest tighten as he struggles to breathe. There's still a small amount of cream smudged on the corner of Junmyeon's lip. How he wishes Junmyeon would manage to wipe it off somehow so he can avoid the unhealthy thoughts forming at the back of his mind. It seems like Junmyeon has no plans to help him retain his sanity however as the other gives him one quick look. The younger's doe-like eyes stare at his own hazel ones that are hooded slightly by his scrunched eyebrows, silently questioning him what's wrong, is there something bothering him, and is there any way he can help, or is there something wrong with his strawberry cake. And Yifan just wants to answer him right there with No, you are my problem, Junmyeon. And you are the only solution too. I just don’t know how to confront you.
"What's the matter, hyung? Is my cake too sweet for your liking?" Junmyeon asks with a frown, forefinger resting on his lower lip.
Yifan finds himself being distracted by Junmyeon's lips. His eyebrows delve further, physically expressing the discomfort he is feeling just seeing the younger one with his innocent, childlike what-have-I-done-wrong expression. In an attempt to save himself from the situation, he makes an impromptu decision to turn around and leave the kitchen while he still has the ability to do so. He puts a foot forward to head for the door, but Junmyeon's hand swiftly grabs his wrist, sending an unwanted wave of electricity travelling up to his arm and spreading to the rest of his body.
"Hyung?" Junmyeon asks, confusion and worry evident in his voice.
Yifan forcefully closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before turning around to face the younger. At the moment when he opens his eyes, the image of a clueless Junmyeon greets him; there is a faint twinkle in his round, almond eyes as he blinks. And of course, there is still that tiny line of foam on the corner of his not-so-dry lips. Yifan doesn’t know he has been clenching his fist until Junmyeon loosens his grip on it. It takes a long moment of awkward silence until Yifan briskly walks forward, closing the gap between them. And Junmyeon finds his feet taking small steps backwards as the taller man continues to advance to him. It is only a matter of seconds before Junmyeon's hips bump into the edge of the kitchen counter. Yifan leans closer, albeit too slowly for the younger's liking. As a result, Junmyeon flinches, and his breath hitches as Yifan's tongue makes contact with his lower lip, gradually travelling to the corner of his mouth until it hits his cheek, tickling him in the process.
"You've got cream on your lips," Yifan answers his question in a whisper, using a husky voice that Junmyeon deems unnecessary.
The taller one withdraws, but not before looking at the younger's exasperated face and seeing a faint blush forming on his pale cheeks. He gives Junmyeon a satisfied smirk before leaning down again to capture the latter's lips. Junmyeon relaxes his tense shoulders as Yifan slips his tongue between his parted lips.
Yifan nibbles on Junmyeon's lower lip, fluidly pushing the younger male until his back leans, almost reaching a few centimeters, to the smooth marble surface of the kitchen counter. His fingers accidentally touch the strawberry cake Junmyeon was decorating a while ago, and the younger male shudders as Yifan’s cream-coated fingers touch his cheeks. Junmyeon props his arm on the kitchen counter to maintain his balance, and he wraps his other hand on Yifan's neck, pulling the older guy closer as he struggles to push himself up. What Junmyeon is unaware of is that there is also a bit of cream in his own hands, and Yifan's breath hitches into their kiss as the cream on the younger male's fingers touches the sensitive skin on his neck.
Junmyeon shortly pulls himself away, breaking their kiss, and both of them breathe heavily to supply their lungs with air. And Yifan, keeping his eyes shut, rests his forehead against Junmyeon's as he listens to the thundering nervousness being echoed by his thumping heart inside his chest, along with the sound of their heavy breathing.
"Hyung," Junmyeon's warm breath ghosts on his lips, and he feels Junmyeon's hand trail down from his neck then slowly to his shoulders before finally resting on his chest. He makes a quick effort to capture Junmyeon's lips again, but he only manages a quick peck as the younger male softly nudges him away. Yifan feels a slight pain in his heart. Did I just offend Junmyeon? Does he not want this?
With apologetic eyes, he slightly withdraws his body from the younger one. "I-I am sorry," he says as he retreats his heavy frame from Junmyeon’s lithe one, and he slides his hands to grab Junmyeon's wrist to straighten him up. However, the latter grabs him by the collar, pulls him back and kisses him again; his other hand smudging his cheeks with the cold whipped cream. Yifan grasps the edge of the kitchen counter to steady himself. Junmyeon breaks the kiss again and Yifan whimpers.
Junmyeon chuckles, his eyes forming beautiful crescents on his face. "Hyung, the kitchen counter is cold," he whispers seductively, his breath blowing into Yifan’s ear, tickling the taller man.
Yifan purrs and presses his chest against the younger one. "Let's warm it up, shall we?" he says against Junmyeon's cheeks, before proceeding to lick some of the sweet concoction that had been smudged there by his own hands, and then planting wet kisses from the younger's defined jaw down to his neck.
"And you ruined my cake!" The younger scolds him, and Yifan responds by biting on the junction of his neck and shoulders a bit harshly, making the younger moan loudly, tugging on the hair above Yifan’s nape.
"It's okay, we still have more cream," Yifan answers as he slips a hand under Junmyeon's shirt and then gingerly pushes him down the marble counter, while simultaneously clearing the counter of the few baking utensils with one swipe of his long arm. Clinks of pliable metal echo through the four walls of the kitchen as the utensils fall, yet these sounds seem to be unheard by the couple. Junmyeon slides himself up until his whole body is on top of the counter. The cake, of course, is still above Junmyeon's head, and it is partially ruined by their making-out moment earlier. But Yifan couldn't care less. Junmyeon can be his sweet dessert, and he knows he is tastier than the cake. Sweeter than the cream, tastier than the strawberries. He climbs on top of Junmyeon and locks eyes with him for a few seconds.
The younger male returns his gaze, doe-like eyes filled with anticipation staring back at hazel orbs, in which Yifan hopes are showing his desire to take Junmyeon at this instant. Yifan loses consciousness of his surroundings as he drowns himself in Junmyeon's beautiful eyes. He realizes he can't take it anymore. Do you even realize how your obliviousness makes me feel, Kim Junmyeon? Junmyeon blinks and Yifan finds himself being pulled closer to him by a force similar to gravity.
Junmyeon expertly trails his fingers down Yifan's button-down shirt. Yifan wonders how the younger can expertly undo them so effortlessly. But then Yifan realizes it's not that important anyway. There's a cool breeze that passes shortly in between Junmyeon's warm touches, and Yifan shudders at the mixture of cold and warmth on his skin. Junmyeon's fingers continue to trail down, sending an electrifying feeling moving along that invisible line on his stomach. Yifan moans into their kiss as Junmyeon's fingers suddenly brush sideways upon reaching the button of his jeans. He traces the skin above the taller man's jeans with his fingers. Junmyeon is teasing him, because he chuckles in between their kiss as Yifan hisses loudly at his touch.
Yifan sucks on Junmyeon's jaw and Junmyeon slips a finger on one of the belt rings on Yifan's jeans, pulling the tall man’s lower abdomen to graze at his own clothed bulge.
"Stop teasing and undress me already!" Yifan growls impatiently. Junmyeon naughtily bites his lower lip.
Yifan growls again and then he nibbles on Junmyeon's lips when the latter's fingers brush by the front of his zipper. He lets out a whimper that sounds akin to relief as the younger finally manages to unhook the button of his pants, swiftly pulling his jeans open. Yifan seems to delight in the newfound freedom from his pants. Well, almost. If only Junmyeon would pull them off for him this instant. Unfortunately, Junmyeon doesn’t. Yifan tilts his head so that Junmyeon could see his pleading look. Instead of complying, Junmyeon gives him a grin, his eyes forming into half-crescents beneath the beads of sweat decorating his forehead. Yifan groans and pulls himself up, bending his knees against the marble surface of the counter. His hands fumble on the rough fabric of his jeans. He clicks his tongue in disbelief at his own state. He is actually struggling with his hands, trying to pull his pants off. A melodious laugh rings through his ears as an amused Junmyeon watches him. He narrows his eyes at the younger man after he manages to pull his pants and underwear down to his knees. Junmyeon gives him a smile, bordering between amusement and awakening desire before grabbing a piece of strawberry from the cake above his head, fingers getting smudged by the cream again. A lot of cream.
Junmyeon puts the strawberry in his mouth, dangling it in between his lips. And Yifan is sure he has no intention of actually eating it as the younger gets up on his knees, just like how Yifan is bending on his own. Junmyeon brushes his cream-coated fingers lightly on Yifan’s lips, and Yifan is actually tempted to suck on them. He does, but only on Junmyeon’s pinky finger. He nips on it, and Junmyeon pulls his hand away, making Yifan mewl at the sudden loss of oral contact. A corner of Junmyeon’s mouth twitches, and Yifan draws his mouth to bite on the piece of strawberry on the younger’s lips. Yifan chews it quickly, and swallows it just before Junmyeon jerks his mouth and forces his tongue into him. Junmyeon loves strawberries. And the flavor on Yifan’s tongue is better than strawberries.
They continue to kiss and Junmyeon’s hand trails down Yifan’s neck to his chest and to his shoulders, peeling Yifan’s shirt off, to which Yifan helps him in doing so, and then to his unclothed erection, with Junmyeon’s fingers smudging his skin with cream along the way. Junmyeon bites on Yifan’s neck as Yifan finds his hand clawing on the other’s waist from underneath his shirt. Junmyeon pulls back, sticks his tongue out and then drags it down, following the trail of cream down Yifan’s hard length.
Junmyeon licks the head slowly, too agonizingly slowly that Yifan jolts his hips, accidentally pushing his way into Junmyeon’s parted lips. The younger doesn’t retaliate and instead engulfs Yifan’s entire length down his mouth, licking and sucking in the way Yifan likes it. The younger’s other hand fondles on his balls. Yifan pants heavily at the sensation of what Junmyeon’s mouth and hands are doing to him. He grabs the younger’s hair as he was about to release.
Junmyeon knows better than to give Yifan the upper hand though. Yifan knows what Junmyeon wants. Yifan knows that Junmeyon wants Yifan inside him.
Yifan voices a whine as both Junmyeon’s mouth and hand leave his lower region. Disappointed, Yifan growls aloud, leaning closer to the younger man who is beginning to be a terrible tease. He pins Junmyeon back on the kitchen counter again, and he crashes his lips unto the latter’s.
"If you keep kissing me like this," Junmyeon warns through clashes of teeth and tongue with Yifan, "you won't be able to take my shirt off," he adds with a chuckle. And Yifan furiously licks the line of cream decorating the other’s cheeks. He wonders how things got this messy.
"Oh don't worry, this will be quick," he answers amusingly as he fiercely tears Junmyeon’s shirt by the neckline with his teeth, his huge hand then taking over to shred the fabric off the younger’s body. He plunges his teeth unto the younger's collarbones, sucking on that tiny mole, earning a loud moan from the younger while his body arches upward, the rough texture of his jeans grazing against his own bulge.
Yifan moves down, planting butterfly kisses along an invisible trail on Junmyeon's porcelain body. Junmyeon arches his back again, bucking his hips, accidentally hitting Yifan's busy lips with his stomach.
"Impatient, aren't you?" Yifan teases as one of his hands grabs the hem of Junmyeon's pants, sliding it down quickly while his other hand pushes his body back to the cold surface of the kitchen counter. He bites too harshly on the mole on one of the younger's defined abdominal muscles, and Junmyeon moans loudly because the pleasure that surges through his body from Yifan's touches are just simply mind-blowing. Yifan trails his tongue down to the younger's navel as Junmyeon props himself up on one elbow. Beads of sweat decorate the border of his face and hairline. The needy expression in his eyes signals Yifan to continue, and the taller man responds with devilish grin while tracing Junmyeon's circular form with his tongue. Junmyeon stifles his moans by biting his lips, but his hips jerk again, and Yifan takes this opportunity to pull the younger's pants all the way down, then kicking it off using his feet.
“Me? Impatient?” Junmyeon pants, challenging Yifan but shakes his head when the man bites too violently on his inside thigh. “Impatient. Says the man who is still hard after what I just did to him.”
Yifan crawls up and breathes into Junmyeon’s ear, “You know what I want.”
Junmyeon doesn’t voice his answer. Instead, he clamps his ankles on the taller man’s hips. He feels Yifan’s smile forming against his ear.
A loud gasp escapes Junmyeon's lips as Yifan enters him, slow and steady. "You should have screamed my name instead," he mumbles into the younger's ears, his hot breath sending chills down the younger boy's spine. Yifan makes his first thrust, slow yet firm, just the way Junmyeon likes it, and the younger digs his nails into the bare skin of his back. Yifan looks at Junmyeon, the latter has his eyes tightly shut, and his teeth graze the surface of his lower lip.
"So this is how you want to play tonight eh? Let's see how long it will take for me to make you scream my name."
"Make me," the younger replies; his voice is shaky, struggling in between bated breaths.
"Oh such a naughty one you are," he says, biting the skin near the younger's neck, sucking on his mole before trailing his tongue upward and then nibbling on his earlobe.
Another gasp escapes Junmyeon's mouth and his back arches. Yifan takes this opportunity to increase his tempo. Yifan watches as Junmyeon winces in pain with each of his thrusts, his eyebrows slowly converging.
It takes a while before Junmyeon scratches Yifan's back and he draws his other hand to Yifan's head, grabbing a handful of hair like he's clinging on for dear life. Yifan smirks as Junmyeon's teeth dig deeper into his lower lip. One firm thrust and that is enough for Junmyeon to open his mouth to scream, although no sound was heard coming out of it.
“Stubborn aren’t you?” he growls as he plunges his teeth on the younger's porcelain neck.
Yifan pounds into him, almost rhythmically. Junmyeon opens his eyes, tilting his head to the side and then he sees his naked form in the dark-tinted window in front of him. The reflection is a bit too hazy because the view on the window battles between the majestic view of the city from beyond it and their adequately lighted kitchen. The sweat on their bodies glistens because of the light. Yifan is slowly thrusting above him, his expression quite serious with his brows drawn to each other; although it is just a side profile that he’s seeing, Junmyeon can still tell. Junmyeon has a hand on his own mouth, and he bites his own fingers whenever Yifan pushes in. His other hand clings on Yifan’s slender shoulders, while Yifan’s other hand is pumping the younger's length. Junmyeon sees him plant wet kisses on his bare shoulders, and both of their bodies are rocking back and forth in a bearable rhythm. And just as Yifan's lips settle on the edge of Junmyeon's shoulders, Yifan opens his eyes and sees what the younger has been looking at. His eyes dart towards the glass window, and he catches their reflection. Yifan smirks naughtily.
"You're beautiful," he states breathily against the younger's cheeks. Yifan continues his rhythm, and he knows that Junmyeon is going to come soon, because the latter is taking huge breaths in between the increasing volume of his moans. Yifan breathes sweet nothings into his ear as he continues to pound into him.
Yifan gives one hard push, and it is what Junmyeon needs to finally shout his name, arching his back upward, craning his head, exposing his neck. Yifan bites the enticing flesh on Junmyeon’s neck, as both of them come at the same time. Junmyeon spills the white, sticky fluid in between their wet bodies and Yifan, inside Junmyeon’s hot cavern.
Both of them collapse, Junmyeon’s bare back meets the cold surface of the kitchen counter again, and Yifan almost drops on top of Junmyeon’s chest, but he quickly props himself by his elbow, so as not to place his entire weight on the younger’s fragile body. Yifan rolls to the space on Junmyeon’s side, and he pulls the younger male closer to him, with Junmyeon’s sticky back against his wet chest. They see both of their reflections on the glass window, and they remain that way for a few minutes. Junmyeon breathes deeply and Yifan’s fingers brush back the slick strands of hair away from the former’s beautiful eyes, arms draping over the former’s elegant waist. Yifan sees Junmyeon study the dark-colored surface of the kitchen counter for a while, smiling at the mist forming against it, outlining their entwined bodies. Yifan plants a quick peck on Junmyeon’s cheek.
“You are amazing,” he hums on Junmyeon’s ear.
Junmyeon giggles. “Since when am I not?” And Yifan feels like melting right there.
“See? The kitchen counter is not that cold anymore.”
“Well, no thanks to you,” Junmyeon retorts while patting Yifan’s arm resting on his waist. “And how was my cake?”
“Hmmm. Delicious. Or rather, it was perfect. Just as you are perfect,” Yifan answers. And he receives another passionate kiss from Kim Junmyeon.
A/N:
1. This deviates from my usual style and I’m not really confident with this because this is my very first “not-so-innocent” fic. I’m quite surprised myself that this reached more than 1000 words. And I’m sorry if I disappointed you dear readers ; ;
2. Late birthday present for Ayesha. Belated happy birthday bb ;u; Thanks for the kitchen counter prompt! ;u;
3. Many, many, many thanks to blake_maclaren for the beta work and also for the very very very lovely comment she attached to the reply email ;u; I love you unnie.