Leader Problems
so i didn't plan to publicize this entry but my dongsaeng forced me to. reason is because this is horrible and why do i even write and you should click "back" to save yourself. i swear im never writing smut again i promise. THIS IS YOUR FAULT DOMINIQUE.
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Leeteuk had always felt an obligation as a leader to check up on Kibum once in a while. They weren’t very close but just enough to greet each other politely and ask how the other was doing and maybe crack a joke every now and then.
And then the elder had stumbled on to something while surfing the internet and called the other after a few days of what he’d seen stuck in his mind.
“Oh, hey hyung, what’s up.”
Leeteuk had invited him for soju at a shop near the dorms and Kibum had happily accepted, not really planning on doing anything special that night anyway.
So a few hours later he was walking up to a familiar dimpled man waving at him from a faraway table.
“Congrats on the comeback. I watched it,” he smiled as he dragged the chair out from under the table.
“Thanks. Heard that your drama wasn’t too bad either.”
“It wasn’t ‘too bad’, it was great,” he grinned and poured himself a glass of soju.
“Tch, cocky brat.”
They sat there in silence, Kibum tapping his fingers when Leeteuk asked, “well, how are you?”
“Skip the formalities hyung, they’re boring. Instead, how’s Kangin hyung? I haven’t contacted him since he came back.”
“Doing good. Trying to diet.”
“Really.”
“What’s with the tone, kid. Is this what happens when you gain attention.”
Kibum pretended not to hear as the other rolled his eyes. “So what’s the reason we’re here right now.”
Leeteuk cleared his throat and shrugged. “Not much. A few days ago I happened to see your ‘1st look’ photoshoot.”
“Hyung, that was from almost two months ago. But that? You called me out for that?”
“Can’t I see how’s my dongsaeng doing once in a while? And I wanted to see for myself if those pictures looked as good as reality.”
“You’re mean. But you like it?” he laughed. “Kim Kibum is back with some eyecandy.”
“Honestly, I never thought you’d ever work out.”
“A man’s gotta build himself up,” he drained his glass and poured himself another. “An actor has to become the character.”
“I see you’re still the heavy drinker.”
“I’m okay,” Kibum spoke after his second glass, continuing his third. “Relieves the stress.”
The two conversed into the night, with Kibum responsible for 4 bottles of soju by himself, despite Leeteuk’s scolding and “I’m not taking you home”.
“Teukie hyunggggg,” Kibum slurred suddenly after a hiccup, face flushed, “do you miss me?”
“Of course Kibum,” Leeteuk felt like he was talking to a 5 year old, “we all do.”
“Then why only you came to see me?” There were almost tears in Kibum’s eyes.
“Because I’m the leader and I represent the whole group,” Leeteuk sighed in relief at his quick thinking and at Kibum who seemed to accept his answer with a small nod.
“Hyung must love me the most then,” Kibum giggled and pressed his cheek flat against the table.
“Okay, time to go home.” Leeteuk stood up, heaving the other up with him. Leaving money on the table, he left the shop with Kibum, slinging a limp arm over his own shoulder and holding him steadily with one arm around his waist.
“I told you not to drink that much,” he grumbled as they trudged into an alley, “if you have bad alcohol tolerance.”
“It’s hot,” Kibum whined, reaching up to tug at his shirt.
“No, Kibum, don’t do that,” Leeteuk stopped to unbutton the top few of the other’s shirt with his free hand. He paused at the sight of Kibum’s newly toned chest and then quickly looked up just to come nose to nose with a red faced, dazed Kibum. He froze, not daring to move as Kibum’s warm soju filled breaths mingled with his between their mouths, the tips of their noses barely brushing. God, Leeteuk wanted to kiss the younger man so badly. Hee swore he saw a flash of a smirk before Kibum leaned in himself for a forceful kiss.
Leeteuk jerked away in surprise, although he knew it was exactly what he wanted since he laid eyes on Kibum’s magazine photoshoot. The pictures had led him into days of sexual urges that he tried so hard to control. Until he finally succumbed and dialed the damn number.
Kibum’s face fell; he seemed hurt by Leeteuk’s reaction and he dropped his head, biting his lip. The desire clouded the elder’s mind. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck it,” Leeteuk breathed and tugged the younger into a corner and flung him into the wall, pushing his tongue in Kibum’s mouth, ignoring the consequences. Kibum responded quickly after a small gasp and moaned at the slick and messy battle of their tongues as Leeteuk hastily unbuttoned the rest of his shirt.
Letting out a satisfied hum, Leeteuk ran his hands over Kibum’s torso, feeling the damp muscles as he licked the other’s lips one last time before going to suck on the other’s neck.
Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed his waist, pressing him into Kibum and he detached his lips from the younger’s neck, letting out a yelp of surprise as his own hard on grinded against another. The hands groped at his ass and teasingly poked into the bands of his pants.
“K-kibum.”
“Hyung,” a lot voice chuckled beside his ear, the warm breath sending jolts through his body, “you’re so clueless sometimes.”
Leeteuk’s confusion was cut off by his own groan as the hands squeezed and kneaded at his soft flesh.
“You called me out today just for this, didn’t you?” Kibum’s voice was completely awake and sober. “You’re too obvious, hyung, I knew it right from the beginning. As for me, I’m still the good drinker.” Leeteuk whimpered as a hand massaged the painful tent in his pants, teeth scraping the shell of his ear. Why was Kibum-- As his hyung, it was wrong for him to yearn for the other in the first place, but did the younger want him back? He heard the fumbling of a belt and his thoughts were pushed to the back of his head.
As his pants pooled around his ankles and the fabric of his boxers was the only thing that separated his member from Kibum’s tongue, he mumbled Kibum’s name tentatively.
“Shh, hyung, relax,” Kibum shushed him and tugged the boxers off, Leeteuk shivering as cool air enveloped his length. He watched as Kibum gave an experimental lick, hummed, then took him entirely in his mouth. Leeteuk flinched as he hollowed his lungs, mouth opening in pleasure as the wet warmth engulfed him. The only thing he could do was gasp and groan as Kibum tasted and sucked.
“Hyung, grab my hair,” the younger suddenly demanded with Leeteuk still in his mouth and Leeteuk had to keep himself from bucking into that heat.
“Kibum,” he called again, unsure of what to do with the temptation of taking Kibum right then and there burning up in him. The younger released him with a pop and sighed, standing up and saying, “hyung, do you not want this?”
“I-I do.” Leeteuk thought Kibum looked gorgeous with his body illuminated by the moon and eyes gentle and caring.
“I do too, hyung,” the younger whispered and Leeteuk brought their mouths together in a heated kiss, craving for the other man more than ever. The taste of soju on his tongue, he quickly ridded Kibum of his jeans and boxers and panted into the other’s mouth, “turn around.”
The other broke into a smirk and faced the wall, ass up in the air as Leeteuk skipped preparation and quickly spit into his hand and lubricated his cock once more before placing his tip at Kibum’s entrance. The younger shivered and pressed down slowly, grunting in pain while Leeteuk moaned from the tight heat that was squeezing him.
“Kibum,” he breathed, trailing kisses on the younger’s shoulder, waiting for the pain to lessen for him. Kibum shifted and he choked, the sensation setting him on fire. He heard the other vaguely mouth “move” before slowly pulling out and sliding back in. He gripped Kibum’s hips to steady himself from losing his senses and adjusted for another thrust.
His head spun from the younger’s whimpers that echoed in the alley until a sharp cry came from Kibum, which made his cock get impossibly harder and he angled himself to hit that spot again and again.
Kibum was reduced to a moaning mess whose hands grabbed mindlessly at the brick wall, Leeteuk fucking him hard from behind. The elder pounded into him, relishing in the wanton sounds that came out of the other’s mouth, feeling his release approaching. But there was something he wanted to hear the younger cry out just for him.
“Call me hyung, Kibum,” he ordered, thrusting into Kibum’s prostrate and tightening his hold on the other’s hips.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” the younger moaned, comprehending the fact that it turned Leeteuk on and gasped for the elder as sensuously as he could. He felt the familiar pooling in his stomach. “I’m coming, hyung.”
Leeteuk reached for Kibum’s leaking length and pumped until the younger called out for the last time and shot his release onto the brick wall. The younger’s spazzing walls clenched around his member and he soon came too, letting out his come inside of Kibum.
The two of them stood there, unmoving and shuddering in the aftermath of their orgasms, Kibum turning back to kiss Leeteuk, the elder pulling himself out of him.
“Seems like I should go do more photoshoots.” The younger chuckled, pulling his pants back on. “Hyung, did you enjoy that?” He murmured in a low voice and teasingly licked his lips.
“Oh god, you bastard,” Leeteuk groaned, “do you do this to everyone?”
“No, only to hyungie,” Kibum pecked his cheek. This one was a keeper.
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