Earth of Heaven
"I'm nothing like that." A paranoid Kibum instigates, sticking his back out for a ride. "Potential?" rolls out of his tongue as he puts on a show. "Watch me undress."
Jonghyun is a man who will do nothing for anyone but today he feels obligated to follow orders. He wants to experience what glass feels like and Kibum looks like glitter. His own personal glitter that will dazzle at the touch of his finger, burst into a thousand shards, and Jonghyun is surprised he isn't spinning at the sight of those smooth legs. They remind him of heaven.
"You even think like a fool?" Kibum's eyes question, and he counts the lines on cherry ripe lips that belong to a shadowed Jonghyun.
He knows that in their locked gaze his thoughts are read like an unfinished script, but Jonghyun only cares about the twisted energy in his glitter. It blinds him in a spectrum of positions and heavy breaths, and he screams for energy.
"Bite me." Kibum demands impatiently, as though he will run out and Jonghyun wonders if he is clockwork. Roused out of his thoughts, a helpless "I can't" departs from his eyes. He is too busy making love to the maze on Kibum's hand.
"Hurry."
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Kibum doesn't know that Jonghyun has a feather mind until he looks through him with soft eyes. "Supernova" he whispers, delving into the intricacies, his lashes that guard the entrance to opals.
"Mm?"
"I caught you off guard didn't I?" Kibum's mind wanders to the speckled walls behind him, staring at the spotlights that overcast Jonghyun's body. With a painted smile, he compensates for reality, knowing the elder is a fool for dimples. Crevices.
Jonghyun beams at him, through lids of a translucent intention.
"Sometimes... sometimes fate hurts." Jonghyun speaks with caution and is barely audible, the younger wanting to turn up his volume. He delicately chooses words to embellish, tearing into the silk of Kibum's skin by the seams, reaching his poolside. And he lifts his eyes to see a melody.
"In what way?" Kibum adds to the song that his body radiates. Jonghyun confirms that if Kibum is the moon, then he is a nearby star that glistens dimly.
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"Short. sweet. poetic." Kibum notes, drinking in the liquor stained lyrics written by the absent male. He doesn't mind waking up by himself; the haze that bleeds onto soft white linen feels like Jonghyun and with a sudden intrusion, the netted tights that had ripped their way around Kibum's thighs come to his senses, along with the rest of the night's subtleties.
Sifting through sheets upon sheets, Kibum realises the songs taste of a certain honeydew that eludes Jonghyun's thoughts; the blond finds a strangeness creeping into his mind. So this is what it must be like, to have walls made of glass, to want everything to be glass.
Kibum is sure that he knows Jonghyun as though he had composed him, yet he faces unknown pearls and is left an invader.
It doesn't stop him from wanting to live on the star.
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The night is lower than Kibum's timbre and he lets a strangled moan escape his heart shaped lips. Although the moon beams in, he renders himself real, real to Jonghyun as though the early glow that seeps through tall drapes is artificial.
His fingers venture and lead him into new territories that he hasn't yet felt the heat of. "Fuck." Kibum makes it memorable, tilting his head back to ride out his orgasm. The fire that pools into his stomach makes him guiltily crazy about Jonghyun and he brushes his palms against the tanned chest below him, pulling himself into muscled arms. He glistens with sweat and leaves a trail of wet bites in lieu of breathless words.
Blowing onto his marks send lilac shock-waves through Jonghyun, the wires inside of him merging to let Kibum in. He loves rough, impassioned sex with the younger because he doesn't have to hide with no where to run.
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The ground purples, and too much of one thing is sickening, but neither can welcome in languishing stares and Kibum regrets becoming his religion.
"Not everything I do is for you." He breaks out, burning through white roses just to channel Jonghyun. His words sting the elder, whose body rises to leave when a steel-cold appendage forces him down.
"Not. everything. I. do. is. for. you." Kibum pants through intervals in a hardened attack on Jonghyun's mouth, tongue slitting him powerfully. With every coarse word Jonghyun feels a slap and he can taste the salt of Kibum's rage. He wants him to know that what he does for Jonghyun is everything. He wants Jonghyun to see into him, and with glassy eyes, he is no longer a moon.
"Love me."
At this moment Kibum fails words and his mask walks away from him. He wants the broken gaze beneath him to know that he will be alone.
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Jonghyun can protect neither his body nor his mind.