play me like a piano, kangin/leeteuk
Play me like a piano
Kangin/Leeteuk; romance, smut, humour; NC-17; ~2100 words
I disclaim.
For jessyang for being such a darling and supporting me and generally being there for me. I love you sweetie. ♥ This is sort of a follow-up to Listen to these words although it's very loosely related, so there's really no need to read that. :)
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There are times in Jungsu's self-proclaimed depressing life when things actually seem all right. When his schedules don't seem as daunting as they ought to be, when he doesn't cough his lungs raw, when nobody seems to be suffering from home-sickness or an illness they must've caught somewhere. Jungsu regards this sudden conclusion with curiosity - how long has it been since he felt this way?
i'm glad we went out for dinner. <3 u always!
You're never going to spend that much on dinner again, hear me?
why r u like this teukie~
Small things like these, Jungsu thinks, make him happy. Just a text message or two, sent back and forth during his breaks, is enough to make him wait in anticipation for the familiar vibration of his mobile phone. He knows, without a doubt, that anyone can send him a dozen or so text messages and he'll be happy, but if it's Youngwoon, it's more than enough to make his day. Jungsu shouldn't practise favouritism and he isn't, really, but... there's always a but, always a reason behind everything. He loves Youngwoon. Loves him.
I'm your hyung kekeke. <3 you too.
i'll b watching u on mubank. ^^
Through the tv?
i'll watch u perform. i'll b there! maybe i'll say hi kekeke~
This stops Jungsu short. He feels a tingle of excitement spark off in him as he places his water bottle down and rubs his eyes in case his eyesight decides to die on him now. Sungmin tells him to stop it, he'll ruin his makeup, and Jungsu bats him away with a smile.
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If there is anything he still loves about his career after all this time, it is performing on stage in front of thousands, knowing that he, together with the other members, is the cause of screaming and hitching of breaths and piercing gazes. It fills him with the adrenaline he used to contain when he was twenty, maybe younger, makes him want to do better with every performance. He loves holding the microphone in his hand - warm and heavy - and knowing that he can let his voice out, let every emotion shine in the words he sings.
As Jungsu looks out into the audience, eyes raking past every blue sapphire light, through his fans' eyes and colourful clothes, he spots something white, standing out amongst the waving blue lights. For a split second he sees Youngwoon's eyes - smiling. Jungsu turns, and when he looks out into the audience again, his gaze wavers and everything turns into a multitude of colours and glowing sparks. The music pounds in his body - he knows it by heart, his body knows the moves like it's been programmed into his system.
He wonders, in a moment of uncertainty and total loss, if Youngwoon did not mean what he had said.
When Bonamana comes to an end, Jungsu searches the audience again, eyes looking for that familiar white hoodie, the one that he has sniffed more than several times and conveniently used to indulge in Youngwoon's scent. He comes up with nothing and, disheartened, leaves the stage. Youngwoon isn't waiting for him backstage either, something Jungsu had tried to keep himself from hoping lest his hopes were destroyed.
They win first place for Music Bank again. While the members sing to Kyuhyun, Jungsu gives the audience one last desperate sweep of his eyes. He finds himself making bets with himself, if I cross my fingers on both hands, Youngwoon will be there; if I hold my breath at the same time, I'll find Youngwoon among the fans. It's stupid and doesn't work, Jungsu knows, but he can't stop his heart from leaping into his throat when there stands Youngwoon, his hoodie casting shadows on his face, and Jungsu wonders how he'd recognised Youngwoon earlier on.
Then Donghae tugs on his sleeve and tells Jungsu over the pulsing music that they have to leave. The spell broken, Jungsu gives Youngwoon one last dazed glance before following Donghae offstage. His heart thumps against his chest, a small fire starting up in the pit of his stomach - it feels strange and new and different, knowing that he was performing for Youngwoon instead of with him. That he was the focus of not just any fan's attention, but Youngwoon's.
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Jungsu's phone vibrates as he manoeuvres around the members' legs and settles himself into the car. He hesitates before flipping the phone open, savouring the warm feeling that sweeps over him like honey, the feeling he always gets before he does anything Youngwoon-related.
i saw u looking for me, teukie~ ^^
Shut up. ><
do u want me to come over for a while?
Don't you have other things to do?
oh yes... i have u to do. ^^v
Youngwoon! Anybody can steal my phone and look through my messages!
u should always keep it w/ u then... i'll come over tonight~
You're not doing anybody.
... u have a pole up your ass.
You wish it was yours, don't you? kekeke~
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It is a good thing, Jungsu tells himself as Youngwoon closes the door and locks it carelessly behind his back, that Donghae has taken a liking to sleeping in Hyukjae's room. Youngwoon fumbles with the light switch, tripping over Jungsu's feet in the process and almost pitching forward onto his bed. Impatience ringing through his body like an insistent alarm, Jungsu grabs Youngwoon by the shoulder, the feel of leather cold and smooth under his fingers, and pushes him against the nearest wall. The darkness of the night swallows them in their most intimate moments, the hall light creeping in through the crack under their door.
They swallow each others' moans with searing kisses, pressing together in a flurry of frenzied embraces and wandering hands. Skin on fire, Jungsu threads his fingers through Youngwoon's hair, as if the spaces between his fingers belonged there. It's tense and awkward at first, Jungsu rocking against Youngwoon and Youngwoon not getting into rhythm. Each snap of Jungsu's hips are erratic from thirst and need, and in the end Youngwoon stills him by drawing blood from his lower lip and licking it deliberately, hands holding Jungsu frozen to the spot by his hips. Youngwoon spins Jungsu around, so that he's pinning the elder against the wall, hands creeping up Jungsu's shirt and tickling his abdomen just the way he likes it.
Jungsu relaxes as Youngwoon whispers his name, hears the blood rushing in his ears. He remembers now, how Youngwoon used to take his hand even in his most desperate moments. His body remembers what Youngwoon likes and how he moves, as if Youngwoon is a piece of music he hasn't played in a long time. It is like his fingers were only just playing according to the score, only to realise that he didn't need the sheet music because the notes of the music have already been imprinted into his mind, his fingers.
Reaching down from Youngwoon's messy head of hair, Jungsu tangles his fingers with Youngwoon's, hissing in sensitivity when Youngwoon rubs his nipple with the pad of his thumb. Jungsu has missed this, a stolen fragment of time lost in each others' arms, with nothing separating them except the swishing fabric of their clothes. Wooden with pleasure, Jungsu can only gasp Youngwoon's name as he peels his clothes off carefully, almost as if Jungsu were a fragile piece of glass. He feels bare under Youngwoon's burning gaze as he ravishes the planes of his chest and the hardness of his arousal, but Jungsu doesn't blush. Youngwoon doesn't look away in embarrassment, neither does he take his eyes off Jungsu. Instead, he gives a feral growl deep in his throat like a predator about to pounce, and it serves to make Jungsu swell with pride and satisfaction. He knows how good he looks, and it isn't going to waste.
Before he knows it, Youngwoon has Jungsu caught up in his arms, whispering words that Jungsu can't quite find the coherency to thread together in a proper sentence. They kiss, long and tender and engaging, Youngwoon's hair tickling Jungsu's cheek as a breeze filters in through his opened window. The sound of cars and the occasional hoot of an owl fill the stillness of the room. Still holding on to Jungsu's hand, Youngwoon spreads Jungsu's legs with his thigh, fingers slipping into his entrance. Jungsu gasps inaudibly, back arching just a little as Youngwoon preps him. The silence encompass their tangled bodies, it feels peaceful. Tightening his grip on Youngwoon's hand, Jungsu heaves a breath into Youngwoon's neck, another and another and another, until the sound of their breaths joins the silence surrounding them.
When Youngwoon finally pushes in, the only thing Jungsu can remember thinking is finally. He curls his legs around Youngwoon's waist, knees bending and straining when Youngwoon rotates his hips experimentally. Ohhhh, his brain goes as Youngwoon presses kiss after breathless kiss on his neck, pulling out and thrusting in again. He feels so full, so ready to burst, and Jungsu lets his head fall back to allow Youngwoon better access to the soft skin under his jaw that he knows Youngwoon favourites. Hand clenching so hard Jungsu can feel his fingers going numb, he bites his lip and exhales harshly, a mix of promises and desire. Youngwoon rocks at an excruciatingly slow pace under him, one arm wrapped around his waist.
Jungsu has a hard time breathing when Youngwoon sucks on his Adam's apple; he swallows and feels Youngwoon's lips move, ghosting words along the line of his throat. He tells Youngwoon to go faster, and he responds with a we're making love tonight. Rubbish, Jungsu murmurs, except he doesn't think what came out was actually coherent, it sounded more like a mix of mmrgh and ahhh. He feels Youngwoon's smile on his neck, drawing a crescent on his skin.
Then Youngwoon hits his prostate.
Fuck, Jungsu remembers thinking, screaming, as Youngwoon pounds into that spot again and again and again. He doesn't think he can handle it anymore, the friction, the pleasure, the - ohhh. When Youngwoon strokes his erection, it's like touching an ice cube to a burning hot piece of metal, like using water to douse a raging fire. His hips jerk involuntarily forward; Jungsu doesn't ever remember craving something so much, something he can actually have. Youngwoon gives his hand a squeeze as he pants into his neck, moist breath mixing with Jungsu's perspiration.
Pumping Jungsu's cock in time with the thrusting of his hips, Youngwoon brings Jungsu's hand up against the wall to stabilise them, giving a sigh when Jungsu comes, muscles clenching around Youngwoon's erection. Jungsu thinks he stops breathing altogether, lips parted in a soundless scream as he jerks once more into Youngwoon's hand, eyes nearly rolling back with ecstasy. Thick liquid spills over Youngwoon's fingers, coating his hand with a white substance that Youngwoon forces into Jungsu's mouth to lick clean. Jungsu's breaths puff around his fingers as Youngwoon thrusts into Jungsu two more times before succumbing to bliss, coming inside Jungsu. Giving Jungsu's hand one last squeeze, Youngwoon lets go and pulls himself weakly out, supporting Jungsu by the waist so that he doesn't fall.
Jungsu stands with shaky legs, wriggling his fingers to get the blood flowing again. They fall asleep together in Jungsu's bed, Youngwoon's thumb smoothing patterns over Jungsu's numb hand, curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze.
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"Who was the one who refused to let me do anybody?" Youngwoon teases once Jungsu's lids flutter open, awakening to the smell of sex and Youngwoon. Youngwoon and his body and his arms and his gorgeous beautiful brilliant eyes -
"Shut up." Jungsu whacks Youngwoon on the shoulder and turns around, attempting to fall asleep again before his alarm clock jolts him into full consciousness. "This sucks," he begins grumpily, slamming his hand down on the clock and simultaneously hitting Youngwoon in the nose.
"Ow." Youngwoon rubs his offended nose and pulls Jungsu into a hug. "Good morning, grouch," he murmurs cheerfully into Jungsu's ear, rewarded with a sleepy punch to his stomach and a wriggling Jungsu.
"'mornin' to you too," Jungsu sighs, morning breath ghosting over Youngwoon's lips as he gives in. Youngwoon wrinkles his nose.
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u enjoyed it. ;)
So what if I did? >__>
shuld i come back tonight? ^^
YES, PLEASE DO~
... is that u, teukie?
THAT WAS HEECHUL. IGNORE HIM.
-
Someone needs to stop me from churning out all these stupid kangteuk fics before my brain gets overrun by kangteuk this kangteuk that kangteuk everything as;ksjls. Also, I based the smut scene off a certain kangteuk fanart that dip_eiffel_tea drew for me, found here. IT IS DELICIOUS AND HOT AND SEXY AND - /licks screen. Seriously, it's amazing. AMAZING. I cannot emphasise how amazing and gorgeous it is, okay? Everybody should just bow down and lick her feet or something. :D
Kangin/Leeteuk; romance, smut, humour; NC-17; ~2100 words
I disclaim.
For jessyang for being such a darling and supporting me and generally being there for me. I love you sweetie. ♥ This is sort of a follow-up to Listen to these words although it's very loosely related, so there's really no need to read that. :)
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There are times in Jungsu's self-proclaimed depressing life when things actually seem all right. When his schedules don't seem as daunting as they ought to be, when he doesn't cough his lungs raw, when nobody seems to be suffering from home-sickness or an illness they must've caught somewhere. Jungsu regards this sudden conclusion with curiosity - how long has it been since he felt this way?
i'm glad we went out for dinner. <3 u always!
You're never going to spend that much on dinner again, hear me?
why r u like this teukie~
Small things like these, Jungsu thinks, make him happy. Just a text message or two, sent back and forth during his breaks, is enough to make him wait in anticipation for the familiar vibration of his mobile phone. He knows, without a doubt, that anyone can send him a dozen or so text messages and he'll be happy, but if it's Youngwoon, it's more than enough to make his day. Jungsu shouldn't practise favouritism and he isn't, really, but... there's always a but, always a reason behind everything. He loves Youngwoon. Loves him.
I'm your hyung kekeke. <3 you too.
i'll b watching u on mubank. ^^
Through the tv?
i'll watch u perform. i'll b there! maybe i'll say hi kekeke~
This stops Jungsu short. He feels a tingle of excitement spark off in him as he places his water bottle down and rubs his eyes in case his eyesight decides to die on him now. Sungmin tells him to stop it, he'll ruin his makeup, and Jungsu bats him away with a smile.
-
If there is anything he still loves about his career after all this time, it is performing on stage in front of thousands, knowing that he, together with the other members, is the cause of screaming and hitching of breaths and piercing gazes. It fills him with the adrenaline he used to contain when he was twenty, maybe younger, makes him want to do better with every performance. He loves holding the microphone in his hand - warm and heavy - and knowing that he can let his voice out, let every emotion shine in the words he sings.
As Jungsu looks out into the audience, eyes raking past every blue sapphire light, through his fans' eyes and colourful clothes, he spots something white, standing out amongst the waving blue lights. For a split second he sees Youngwoon's eyes - smiling. Jungsu turns, and when he looks out into the audience again, his gaze wavers and everything turns into a multitude of colours and glowing sparks. The music pounds in his body - he knows it by heart, his body knows the moves like it's been programmed into his system.
He wonders, in a moment of uncertainty and total loss, if Youngwoon did not mean what he had said.
When Bonamana comes to an end, Jungsu searches the audience again, eyes looking for that familiar white hoodie, the one that he has sniffed more than several times and conveniently used to indulge in Youngwoon's scent. He comes up with nothing and, disheartened, leaves the stage. Youngwoon isn't waiting for him backstage either, something Jungsu had tried to keep himself from hoping lest his hopes were destroyed.
They win first place for Music Bank again. While the members sing to Kyuhyun, Jungsu gives the audience one last desperate sweep of his eyes. He finds himself making bets with himself, if I cross my fingers on both hands, Youngwoon will be there; if I hold my breath at the same time, I'll find Youngwoon among the fans. It's stupid and doesn't work, Jungsu knows, but he can't stop his heart from leaping into his throat when there stands Youngwoon, his hoodie casting shadows on his face, and Jungsu wonders how he'd recognised Youngwoon earlier on.
Then Donghae tugs on his sleeve and tells Jungsu over the pulsing music that they have to leave. The spell broken, Jungsu gives Youngwoon one last dazed glance before following Donghae offstage. His heart thumps against his chest, a small fire starting up in the pit of his stomach - it feels strange and new and different, knowing that he was performing for Youngwoon instead of with him. That he was the focus of not just any fan's attention, but Youngwoon's.
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Jungsu's phone vibrates as he manoeuvres around the members' legs and settles himself into the car. He hesitates before flipping the phone open, savouring the warm feeling that sweeps over him like honey, the feeling he always gets before he does anything Youngwoon-related.
i saw u looking for me, teukie~ ^^
Shut up. ><
do u want me to come over for a while?
Don't you have other things to do?
oh yes... i have u to do. ^^v
Youngwoon! Anybody can steal my phone and look through my messages!
u should always keep it w/ u then... i'll come over tonight~
You're not doing anybody.
... u have a pole up your ass.
You wish it was yours, don't you? kekeke~
-
It is a good thing, Jungsu tells himself as Youngwoon closes the door and locks it carelessly behind his back, that Donghae has taken a liking to sleeping in Hyukjae's room. Youngwoon fumbles with the light switch, tripping over Jungsu's feet in the process and almost pitching forward onto his bed. Impatience ringing through his body like an insistent alarm, Jungsu grabs Youngwoon by the shoulder, the feel of leather cold and smooth under his fingers, and pushes him against the nearest wall. The darkness of the night swallows them in their most intimate moments, the hall light creeping in through the crack under their door.
They swallow each others' moans with searing kisses, pressing together in a flurry of frenzied embraces and wandering hands. Skin on fire, Jungsu threads his fingers through Youngwoon's hair, as if the spaces between his fingers belonged there. It's tense and awkward at first, Jungsu rocking against Youngwoon and Youngwoon not getting into rhythm. Each snap of Jungsu's hips are erratic from thirst and need, and in the end Youngwoon stills him by drawing blood from his lower lip and licking it deliberately, hands holding Jungsu frozen to the spot by his hips. Youngwoon spins Jungsu around, so that he's pinning the elder against the wall, hands creeping up Jungsu's shirt and tickling his abdomen just the way he likes it.
Jungsu relaxes as Youngwoon whispers his name, hears the blood rushing in his ears. He remembers now, how Youngwoon used to take his hand even in his most desperate moments. His body remembers what Youngwoon likes and how he moves, as if Youngwoon is a piece of music he hasn't played in a long time. It is like his fingers were only just playing according to the score, only to realise that he didn't need the sheet music because the notes of the music have already been imprinted into his mind, his fingers.
Reaching down from Youngwoon's messy head of hair, Jungsu tangles his fingers with Youngwoon's, hissing in sensitivity when Youngwoon rubs his nipple with the pad of his thumb. Jungsu has missed this, a stolen fragment of time lost in each others' arms, with nothing separating them except the swishing fabric of their clothes. Wooden with pleasure, Jungsu can only gasp Youngwoon's name as he peels his clothes off carefully, almost as if Jungsu were a fragile piece of glass. He feels bare under Youngwoon's burning gaze as he ravishes the planes of his chest and the hardness of his arousal, but Jungsu doesn't blush. Youngwoon doesn't look away in embarrassment, neither does he take his eyes off Jungsu. Instead, he gives a feral growl deep in his throat like a predator about to pounce, and it serves to make Jungsu swell with pride and satisfaction. He knows how good he looks, and it isn't going to waste.
Before he knows it, Youngwoon has Jungsu caught up in his arms, whispering words that Jungsu can't quite find the coherency to thread together in a proper sentence. They kiss, long and tender and engaging, Youngwoon's hair tickling Jungsu's cheek as a breeze filters in through his opened window. The sound of cars and the occasional hoot of an owl fill the stillness of the room. Still holding on to Jungsu's hand, Youngwoon spreads Jungsu's legs with his thigh, fingers slipping into his entrance. Jungsu gasps inaudibly, back arching just a little as Youngwoon preps him. The silence encompass their tangled bodies, it feels peaceful. Tightening his grip on Youngwoon's hand, Jungsu heaves a breath into Youngwoon's neck, another and another and another, until the sound of their breaths joins the silence surrounding them.
When Youngwoon finally pushes in, the only thing Jungsu can remember thinking is finally. He curls his legs around Youngwoon's waist, knees bending and straining when Youngwoon rotates his hips experimentally. Ohhhh, his brain goes as Youngwoon presses kiss after breathless kiss on his neck, pulling out and thrusting in again. He feels so full, so ready to burst, and Jungsu lets his head fall back to allow Youngwoon better access to the soft skin under his jaw that he knows Youngwoon favourites. Hand clenching so hard Jungsu can feel his fingers going numb, he bites his lip and exhales harshly, a mix of promises and desire. Youngwoon rocks at an excruciatingly slow pace under him, one arm wrapped around his waist.
Jungsu has a hard time breathing when Youngwoon sucks on his Adam's apple; he swallows and feels Youngwoon's lips move, ghosting words along the line of his throat. He tells Youngwoon to go faster, and he responds with a we're making love tonight. Rubbish, Jungsu murmurs, except he doesn't think what came out was actually coherent, it sounded more like a mix of mmrgh and ahhh. He feels Youngwoon's smile on his neck, drawing a crescent on his skin.
Then Youngwoon hits his prostate.
Fuck, Jungsu remembers thinking, screaming, as Youngwoon pounds into that spot again and again and again. He doesn't think he can handle it anymore, the friction, the pleasure, the - ohhh. When Youngwoon strokes his erection, it's like touching an ice cube to a burning hot piece of metal, like using water to douse a raging fire. His hips jerk involuntarily forward; Jungsu doesn't ever remember craving something so much, something he can actually have. Youngwoon gives his hand a squeeze as he pants into his neck, moist breath mixing with Jungsu's perspiration.
Pumping Jungsu's cock in time with the thrusting of his hips, Youngwoon brings Jungsu's hand up against the wall to stabilise them, giving a sigh when Jungsu comes, muscles clenching around Youngwoon's erection. Jungsu thinks he stops breathing altogether, lips parted in a soundless scream as he jerks once more into Youngwoon's hand, eyes nearly rolling back with ecstasy. Thick liquid spills over Youngwoon's fingers, coating his hand with a white substance that Youngwoon forces into Jungsu's mouth to lick clean. Jungsu's breaths puff around his fingers as Youngwoon thrusts into Jungsu two more times before succumbing to bliss, coming inside Jungsu. Giving Jungsu's hand one last squeeze, Youngwoon lets go and pulls himself weakly out, supporting Jungsu by the waist so that he doesn't fall.
Jungsu stands with shaky legs, wriggling his fingers to get the blood flowing again. They fall asleep together in Jungsu's bed, Youngwoon's thumb smoothing patterns over Jungsu's numb hand, curtains fluttering in the gentle breeze.
-
"Who was the one who refused to let me do anybody?" Youngwoon teases once Jungsu's lids flutter open, awakening to the smell of sex and Youngwoon. Youngwoon and his body and his arms and his gorgeous beautiful brilliant eyes -
"Shut up." Jungsu whacks Youngwoon on the shoulder and turns around, attempting to fall asleep again before his alarm clock jolts him into full consciousness. "This sucks," he begins grumpily, slamming his hand down on the clock and simultaneously hitting Youngwoon in the nose.
"Ow." Youngwoon rubs his offended nose and pulls Jungsu into a hug. "Good morning, grouch," he murmurs cheerfully into Jungsu's ear, rewarded with a sleepy punch to his stomach and a wriggling Jungsu.
"'mornin' to you too," Jungsu sighs, morning breath ghosting over Youngwoon's lips as he gives in. Youngwoon wrinkles his nose.
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u enjoyed it. ;)
So what if I did? >__>
shuld i come back tonight? ^^
YES, PLEASE DO~
... is that u, teukie?
THAT WAS HEECHUL. IGNORE HIM.
-
Someone needs to stop me from churning out all these stupid kangteuk fics before my brain gets overrun by kangteuk this kangteuk that kangteuk everything as;ksjls. Also, I based the smut scene off a certain kangteuk fanart that dip_eiffel_tea drew for me, found here. IT IS DELICIOUS AND HOT AND SEXY AND - /licks screen. Seriously, it's amazing. AMAZING. I cannot emphasise how amazing and gorgeous it is, okay? Everybody should just bow down and lick her feet or something. :D