I’m Bare Boned and Crazy for You
title: I’m bare boned and crazy for you
pairing: kai/kyungsoo
rating: nc-17
length: 1,626
summary: Jongin wakes up covered in sweat to a whiny Kyungsoo rutting against his leg. kitty!kyungsoo
warnings: rimming, self-lubrication, overstimulation, breathplay, snowballing, panties???
a/n: alright alright alright alright alright what have i done
Jongin wakes up covered in sweat to a whiny Kyungsoo rutting against his leg. He puts his hands on Kyungsoo's shoulders, pushing him away gently, just enough so Jongin can see his face, but he mews softly and immediately tries to plaster himself back to Jongin’s side. He can tell that Kyungsoo is still only half awake by his bleary eyes and how the choked off sobs pouring from his mouth are clouded with sleep. The beads of sweat that have formed on his brow are clearly visible, even in the dark.
It’s only when one of Jongin's hands graze across a sensitive nipple that he realizes Kyungsoo is naked, apart from the lacy pale blue panties Jongin had bought for him (he knows better to take them off without Jongin’s permission), the rest of his clothes bunched up in a pile at the end of the bed.
Jongin always keeps a running calendar in his mind and he’s certain that Kyungsoo's heat isn't supposed to come for a few more weeks, but when he trails his hand down Kyungsoo's backside and under the elastic band, parting his soft cheeks with his hand and pressing the pad of his index finger along Kyungsoo's rim, it's wet and fluttering. As soon as Kyungsoo feels Jongin's hand there, he releases a pathetic meow and pushes back, demanding more.
"Okay okay." Jongin says, sitting up and reaching over Kyungsoo to turn on the lamp beside the bed. He likes to see his kitty's face when they do this.
"Jongin, please," Kyungsoo whines, hands scrabbling at Jongin’s shirt as he shifts further away from him.
When Jongin’s safely back in the bed, Kyungsoo wraps around him, curling his tail around Jongin's waist to keep him in place. He's greedy tonight, licking into Jongin's mouth hungrily. Jongin indulges him for a while, lets Kyungsoo grind his already hard cock against his hip while he licks into Jongin's mouth like he can't get enough.
“Stop,” Jongin says, voice firm. Kyungsoo lets out a small cry but stills. "On your back."
The covers are heavy and in the way, so Jongin gathers them up and tosses them in a heap on the floor. All that's left is Kyungsoo stretched out below him, white sheets a nice contrast to the red flush that’s spread over his whole body. His hands are tightened into little balls from the effort of keeping himself still, lip caught between his mouth. Even though he hasn’t been touched yet, he looks absolutely wrecked.
"Jongin?" He whimpers, like he's afraid Jongin will leave him alone like this, hard and pleading.
"I'm here," he says and settles his hands on the curve of Kyungsoo's waist to reassure him.
There aren’t many things better than the sounds Kyungsoo makes when Jongin goes down on him, so Jongin shifts until he’s positioned between Kyungsoo’s pale legs, pulling aside the flimsy material of his panties just enough to expose his ass, pulling his smooth cheeks apart.
Kyungsoo’s thighs are trembling, anticipating, and Jongin flattens his tongue against Kyungsoo's rim and drags it up, smearing Kyungsoo’s wetness along his balls, licking along the seam. It’s sinful, the loud cry Kyungsoo lets out before grabbing a handful of Jongin’s hair and guiding back down to his hole, rutting against his face.
Jongin loves it when his kitty is eager like this - it’s much easier to break him, make him lose control - so he gives Kyungsoo what he wants. Kyungsoo’s walls constrict and release around Jongin’s tongue as he presses in and guides it in a circle, tasting as much as he can.
His tongue doesn’t quite hit that certain spot so he pushes in his ring finger in beside it, curling it until he hits his prostate. Kyungsoo shouts out from above as he wraps his ankles around Jongin’s head, pulling him in even closer. Stretching isn’t necessary, not when Kyungsoo is already so wet, but Jongin’s always gotten off on teasing him.
“Can you come for me?” He makes sure to keep his lips pressed against Kyungsoo’s entrance as he speaks, the vibrations running along Kyungsoo’s spine, making him shiver. “Like this, untouched?”
“I-I think so,” Kyungsoo replies, chest heaving. It only takes a few more thrusts of Jongin’s tongue inside Kyungsoo before he’s crying out and writhing beneath Jongin, a wet spot forming in the front of his panties.
“You’re such a good kitty,” Jongin says, crawling back up and whispering along Kyungsoo’s neck. “So good for me.” Kyungsoo turns his head away, ear flattening as he buries his face into the pillow. It’s cute how he can still get embarrassed after all this time.
Kyungsoo’s cock is straining against the panties, the red tip peeking out above the lacy band. Jongin reaches down to peel them off, lifting Kyungsoo’s boneless hips up to slide them down. There’s a a pool of cum, still warm, collected just under Kyungsoo’s navel and Jongin drags his fingers through it, smearing it all along Kyungsoo’s soft belly, tracing patterns from one mole to the next. He lifts his fingers to Kyungsoo’s mouth and he obediently sucks them in, licking the spunk from between Jongin’s fingers as he moans around them.
“Yes, good boy,” Jongin praises, running his clean hand just behind Kyungsoo’s ears. He gives Jongin a blissed out grin, sighing into his touch. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Kyungsoo wriggles in his grip, still sensitive, as Jongin takes his soft cock in his mouth, but it doesn’t take much before he feels it start to slowly harden again on his tongue. There’s a soft yelp from above as Jongin takes him down all at once until his nose grazes Kyugsoo’s pubes. He makes a quick mental note to trim them later.
“That’s it,” Jongin coaxes, moaning around the length until Kyungsoo is fully hard again.
“Please, please, please,” Kyungsoo begs underneath him.
“Please what?” Jongin pulls away completely, sitting back on his heels. His cock is on display and Kyungsoo reaches for it, but Jongin swats his hand away, which earns him a little whine. “You have to ask for it, Kyungsoo. You know that.”
His face is already splotchy and red, but somehow more color finds its way to his cheeks. “Please, fuck me.”
“Like this?” Jongin asks as he inserts one finger and pushes it in and out agonizingly slow.
“No,” Kyungsoo cries, kicking at Jongin’s arm, driving his finger out.
“Then how?” Jongin loves seeing Kyungsoo getting worked up like this, likes to make him beg.
“Fuck me. Put your cock in me,” Kyungsoo says finally, scooting down towards Jongin and lifting his hips, offering his hole up to Jongin.
Though Jongin would like to let Kyungsoo beg a little more, the burning sensation in his gut is too much, so he wastes no time in pressing into Kyungsoo, the wetness making it easy for him to slide in completely. As he starts rocking back and forth, setting the pace, Kyungsoo bares his neck and Jongin tugs on the collar, restricting his airflow. It's a pretty black thing, dull silver studs placed evenly along the band.
The first time Kyungsoo had asked for this, Jongin had been confused. “Take the collar off,” he had said, eyes wide as Jongin thrust into him. When he had done so, Kyungsoo had taken the collar from him and turned it around, placing the studded side along his pale neck and pressed down until there were lovely imprints along his throat.
Jongin waits just long enough for Kyungsoo’s face to have an even red flush. When he lets go, Kyungsoo gasps for breath, fingers tightening on Jongin's arm. “Again,” he pants, curling his tail along Jongin’s wrist and guiding it back towards his neck.
Jongin knows he can take it, knows Kyungsoo’s limits better than he knows them himself, so he pulls it tight around his throat once more. He counts his breaths. It takes six of them before Kyungsoo is tapping on Jongin’s arm. Their safe signal.
When he releases his grip, Kyungsoo takes in a huge gulp of air and his orgasm hits him as he’s breaths through it, a much smaller amount of cum collecting on his stomach this time.
Jongin takes hold of Kyungsoo’s cock, milking him until he’s completely dry and squirming under his touch, too sensitive. Jongin doesn’t last much longer - it only takes a couple more thrusts before he comes inside Kyungsoo, painting his walls with semen. He slips out, pulling Kyungsoo up by his hips until he’s bent over, ass up in the air.
Kyungsoo’s wetness and Jongin’s cum make it impossibly easy for him to fit four fingers into his hole at once and he curls them against Kyungsoo’s prostate until there are tears in his eyes. A bit of cum drips along Kyungsoo’s perineum as Jongin lowers him down and he leans down to catch it, Jongin’s tongue digging in until the last of it is gone.
Kyungsoo shifts down to kiss him, open mouthed and dirty, and lets Jongin push the liquid past his eager lips.
“Swallow,” Jongin says and Kyungsoo obeys, letting it sit on his tongue for just a moment before it slides down his throat. “You’ve been such a good kitty.”
Kyungsoo preens at the compliment, nosing along Jongin’s neck, a pleased smirk on his face.
It’s still too hot when they settle back into the mattress, especially when Kyungsoo plants himself firmly on Jongin’s chest. He’s asleep before Jongin can make him move and his twitching ears tickle the underside of Jongin’s neck. But when Jongin look’s down at Kyungsoo, comfortable and at ease as Jongin strokes along his spine, he knows he wouldn’t trade this for the world.
pairing: kai/kyungsoo
rating: nc-17
length: 1,626
summary: Jongin wakes up covered in sweat to a whiny Kyungsoo rutting against his leg. kitty!kyungsoo
warnings: rimming, self-lubrication, overstimulation, breathplay, snowballing, panties???
a/n: alright alright alright alright alright what have i done
Jongin wakes up covered in sweat to a whiny Kyungsoo rutting against his leg. He puts his hands on Kyungsoo's shoulders, pushing him away gently, just enough so Jongin can see his face, but he mews softly and immediately tries to plaster himself back to Jongin’s side. He can tell that Kyungsoo is still only half awake by his bleary eyes and how the choked off sobs pouring from his mouth are clouded with sleep. The beads of sweat that have formed on his brow are clearly visible, even in the dark.
It’s only when one of Jongin's hands graze across a sensitive nipple that he realizes Kyungsoo is naked, apart from the lacy pale blue panties Jongin had bought for him (he knows better to take them off without Jongin’s permission), the rest of his clothes bunched up in a pile at the end of the bed.
Jongin always keeps a running calendar in his mind and he’s certain that Kyungsoo's heat isn't supposed to come for a few more weeks, but when he trails his hand down Kyungsoo's backside and under the elastic band, parting his soft cheeks with his hand and pressing the pad of his index finger along Kyungsoo's rim, it's wet and fluttering. As soon as Kyungsoo feels Jongin's hand there, he releases a pathetic meow and pushes back, demanding more.
"Okay okay." Jongin says, sitting up and reaching over Kyungsoo to turn on the lamp beside the bed. He likes to see his kitty's face when they do this.
"Jongin, please," Kyungsoo whines, hands scrabbling at Jongin’s shirt as he shifts further away from him.
When Jongin’s safely back in the bed, Kyungsoo wraps around him, curling his tail around Jongin's waist to keep him in place. He's greedy tonight, licking into Jongin's mouth hungrily. Jongin indulges him for a while, lets Kyungsoo grind his already hard cock against his hip while he licks into Jongin's mouth like he can't get enough.
“Stop,” Jongin says, voice firm. Kyungsoo lets out a small cry but stills. "On your back."
The covers are heavy and in the way, so Jongin gathers them up and tosses them in a heap on the floor. All that's left is Kyungsoo stretched out below him, white sheets a nice contrast to the red flush that’s spread over his whole body. His hands are tightened into little balls from the effort of keeping himself still, lip caught between his mouth. Even though he hasn’t been touched yet, he looks absolutely wrecked.
"Jongin?" He whimpers, like he's afraid Jongin will leave him alone like this, hard and pleading.
"I'm here," he says and settles his hands on the curve of Kyungsoo's waist to reassure him.
There aren’t many things better than the sounds Kyungsoo makes when Jongin goes down on him, so Jongin shifts until he’s positioned between Kyungsoo’s pale legs, pulling aside the flimsy material of his panties just enough to expose his ass, pulling his smooth cheeks apart.
Kyungsoo’s thighs are trembling, anticipating, and Jongin flattens his tongue against Kyungsoo's rim and drags it up, smearing Kyungsoo’s wetness along his balls, licking along the seam. It’s sinful, the loud cry Kyungsoo lets out before grabbing a handful of Jongin’s hair and guiding back down to his hole, rutting against his face.
Jongin loves it when his kitty is eager like this - it’s much easier to break him, make him lose control - so he gives Kyungsoo what he wants. Kyungsoo’s walls constrict and release around Jongin’s tongue as he presses in and guides it in a circle, tasting as much as he can.
His tongue doesn’t quite hit that certain spot so he pushes in his ring finger in beside it, curling it until he hits his prostate. Kyungsoo shouts out from above as he wraps his ankles around Jongin’s head, pulling him in even closer. Stretching isn’t necessary, not when Kyungsoo is already so wet, but Jongin’s always gotten off on teasing him.
“Can you come for me?” He makes sure to keep his lips pressed against Kyungsoo’s entrance as he speaks, the vibrations running along Kyungsoo’s spine, making him shiver. “Like this, untouched?”
“I-I think so,” Kyungsoo replies, chest heaving. It only takes a few more thrusts of Jongin’s tongue inside Kyungsoo before he’s crying out and writhing beneath Jongin, a wet spot forming in the front of his panties.
“You’re such a good kitty,” Jongin says, crawling back up and whispering along Kyungsoo’s neck. “So good for me.” Kyungsoo turns his head away, ear flattening as he buries his face into the pillow. It’s cute how he can still get embarrassed after all this time.
Kyungsoo’s cock is straining against the panties, the red tip peeking out above the lacy band. Jongin reaches down to peel them off, lifting Kyungsoo’s boneless hips up to slide them down. There’s a a pool of cum, still warm, collected just under Kyungsoo’s navel and Jongin drags his fingers through it, smearing it all along Kyungsoo’s soft belly, tracing patterns from one mole to the next. He lifts his fingers to Kyungsoo’s mouth and he obediently sucks them in, licking the spunk from between Jongin’s fingers as he moans around them.
“Yes, good boy,” Jongin praises, running his clean hand just behind Kyungsoo’s ears. He gives Jongin a blissed out grin, sighing into his touch. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
Kyungsoo wriggles in his grip, still sensitive, as Jongin takes his soft cock in his mouth, but it doesn’t take much before he feels it start to slowly harden again on his tongue. There’s a soft yelp from above as Jongin takes him down all at once until his nose grazes Kyugsoo’s pubes. He makes a quick mental note to trim them later.
“That’s it,” Jongin coaxes, moaning around the length until Kyungsoo is fully hard again.
“Please, please, please,” Kyungsoo begs underneath him.
“Please what?” Jongin pulls away completely, sitting back on his heels. His cock is on display and Kyungsoo reaches for it, but Jongin swats his hand away, which earns him a little whine. “You have to ask for it, Kyungsoo. You know that.”
His face is already splotchy and red, but somehow more color finds its way to his cheeks. “Please, fuck me.”
“Like this?” Jongin asks as he inserts one finger and pushes it in and out agonizingly slow.
“No,” Kyungsoo cries, kicking at Jongin’s arm, driving his finger out.
“Then how?” Jongin loves seeing Kyungsoo getting worked up like this, likes to make him beg.
“Fuck me. Put your cock in me,” Kyungsoo says finally, scooting down towards Jongin and lifting his hips, offering his hole up to Jongin.
Though Jongin would like to let Kyungsoo beg a little more, the burning sensation in his gut is too much, so he wastes no time in pressing into Kyungsoo, the wetness making it easy for him to slide in completely. As he starts rocking back and forth, setting the pace, Kyungsoo bares his neck and Jongin tugs on the collar, restricting his airflow. It's a pretty black thing, dull silver studs placed evenly along the band.
The first time Kyungsoo had asked for this, Jongin had been confused. “Take the collar off,” he had said, eyes wide as Jongin thrust into him. When he had done so, Kyungsoo had taken the collar from him and turned it around, placing the studded side along his pale neck and pressed down until there were lovely imprints along his throat.
Jongin waits just long enough for Kyungsoo’s face to have an even red flush. When he lets go, Kyungsoo gasps for breath, fingers tightening on Jongin's arm. “Again,” he pants, curling his tail along Jongin’s wrist and guiding it back towards his neck.
Jongin knows he can take it, knows Kyungsoo’s limits better than he knows them himself, so he pulls it tight around his throat once more. He counts his breaths. It takes six of them before Kyungsoo is tapping on Jongin’s arm. Their safe signal.
When he releases his grip, Kyungsoo takes in a huge gulp of air and his orgasm hits him as he’s breaths through it, a much smaller amount of cum collecting on his stomach this time.
Jongin takes hold of Kyungsoo’s cock, milking him until he’s completely dry and squirming under his touch, too sensitive. Jongin doesn’t last much longer - it only takes a couple more thrusts before he comes inside Kyungsoo, painting his walls with semen. He slips out, pulling Kyungsoo up by his hips until he’s bent over, ass up in the air.
Kyungsoo’s wetness and Jongin’s cum make it impossibly easy for him to fit four fingers into his hole at once and he curls them against Kyungsoo’s prostate until there are tears in his eyes. A bit of cum drips along Kyungsoo’s perineum as Jongin lowers him down and he leans down to catch it, Jongin’s tongue digging in until the last of it is gone.
Kyungsoo shifts down to kiss him, open mouthed and dirty, and lets Jongin push the liquid past his eager lips.
“Swallow,” Jongin says and Kyungsoo obeys, letting it sit on his tongue for just a moment before it slides down his throat. “You’ve been such a good kitty.”
Kyungsoo preens at the compliment, nosing along Jongin’s neck, a pleased smirk on his face.
It’s still too hot when they settle back into the mattress, especially when Kyungsoo plants himself firmly on Jongin’s chest. He’s asleep before Jongin can make him move and his twitching ears tickle the underside of Jongin’s neck. But when Jongin look’s down at Kyungsoo, comfortable and at ease as Jongin strokes along his spine, he knows he wouldn’t trade this for the world.