anal sex = poking a straw up one's nose? idgi, singapore.
Poking a straw up your nose
Kangin/Leeteuk, PG-13, cooks!au, ~710 words
I disclaim.
For kangfany's birthday! She deserves more than a less than average piano cover as a present. ♥ Warnings for self-indulgent schmoop and the likes. I need to write something serious. Thank you my darling ruo_qi for looking it over. :D
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Jungsu is sucking on an ice cube when Youngwoon enters the kitchen.
"First customer of the day." He busies himself tying an apron around his waist. "Donghae is tending to her."
Jungsu pulls a saucepan out from the drawers and tries to make a sound of acknowledgment.
Youngwoon turns to him questioningly. "What?"
The pots clang against the silverware with a sound that makes Youngwoon wince visibly, adding several thin lines to the myriad of scratches already decorating the dull surfaces. The apron pulls taut around his waist and Jungsu has to struggle not to laugh because of the cube of ice trapped in the confines of his mouth.
Youngwoon throws the apron on the floor and sighs heavily. "I know -" he starts to say, but Shindong chooses that very moment to burst through the kitchen doors.
"Sorry I'm late," he gasps, red in the face.
"Don't do it again," Youngwoon says brusquely, and starts inspecting the stoves.
"I won't." And Shindong is out of the kitchen again, doors swinging shut behind him.
Jungsu slurps loudly and obnoxiously on his ice cube as the keening sound of the refrigerator brings its open door to their attention. Youngwoon frowns.
"Why are you chewing on ice?" Youngwoon asks.
Jungsu reaches back with his leg to kick the fridge door close. "I was testing out some new sauces," he replies, muffled. "Added too much spice."
Youngwoon laughs at him, reminding Jungsu of a wheezing asthmatic patient. He supposes it is mutual, if Youngwoon's claims that his laughter should belong to the vocal chords of a hyena are of any indication. Honestly. He tries to look affronted, but really, how can anyone feel anything but amusement in the face of Youngwoon's laughter?
Youngwoon's eyes are dark when his fit of laughter dies down.
Pulling on the knot behind his back, Jungsu walks towards Youngwoon. "I'm wearing your apron."
Just as Youngwoon's eyes clear in understanding, Jungsu sheds himself of the apron, pressing it to Youngwoon's chest. He can feel the heat permeating from Youngwoon's thighs. "So." An easy smile creeps over Youngwoon's lips, but his eyes flicker. "I don't see any sauce pans in the sink."
"I washed them." They're breathing in each others' air now, Jungsu trapping Youngwoon to the stove, first making sure that it has been switched off and that there shouldn't be any reason for him to worry about setting Youngwoon on fire.
"Really." Youngwoon's eyes drift lazily downward.
Leeteuk lets his tongue ghost over his bottom lip. The ice cube is dissolving slowly, still solid in his mouth. Youngwoon's gaze follows, and Jungsu observes his hands tightening in the fabric of his apron.
He leans in to breathe "really" over Youngwoon's lips before pressing his mouth to the corners of his smile. Youngwoon's hands slip down to rest over Jungsu's hips, pulling him infinitesimally closer, apron still dangling from his fingertips. He is unusually warm for a cold day like this. Breath caught in his throat, Jungsu lets his mouth stray over to Youngwoon's, noses first brushing softly. He tilts his head and parts his lips, Youngwoon following suit. The metal stove is cold under Jungsu's palms.
Cupping Youngwoon's neck, Jungsu moulds his lips to Youngwoon's mouth and lets the ice cube slide between their mouths, ghosted along with hot puffs of air. His tongue pushes and Youngwoon receives. There's an embarrassingly loud smack of lips, but it barely registers in Jungsu's mind. The fingers of his right hand sneak under the hem of the back of Youngwoon's shirt, eliciting a full body shudder. "Cold," Youngwoon murmurs, and Jungsu wonders if he's talking about his hands or the ice, fast vanishing between the friction of their tongues and their feverish breaths.
Youngwoon's lips are red when Jungsu draws away. The apron is on the floor.
"Really?" Youngwoon's lips pull sinfully up at the corners.
"Maybe," Jungsu replies vaguely, but he knows full well that Youngwoon knows what his real intentions were. "It was worth a try," he concludes.
"It was definitely worth it," Youngwoon agrees.
Donghae is the second person to burst into the kitchen that day. "Why is my apron on the floor?" he demands. Youngwoon and Jungsu fall over themselves coming up with excuses, laughing.
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Kangin/Leeteuk, PG-13, cooks!au, ~710 words
I disclaim.
For kangfany's birthday! She deserves more than a less than average piano cover as a present. ♥ Warnings for self-indulgent schmoop and the likes. I need to write something serious. Thank you my darling ruo_qi for looking it over. :D
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Jungsu is sucking on an ice cube when Youngwoon enters the kitchen.
"First customer of the day." He busies himself tying an apron around his waist. "Donghae is tending to her."
Jungsu pulls a saucepan out from the drawers and tries to make a sound of acknowledgment.
Youngwoon turns to him questioningly. "What?"
The pots clang against the silverware with a sound that makes Youngwoon wince visibly, adding several thin lines to the myriad of scratches already decorating the dull surfaces. The apron pulls taut around his waist and Jungsu has to struggle not to laugh because of the cube of ice trapped in the confines of his mouth.
Youngwoon throws the apron on the floor and sighs heavily. "I know -" he starts to say, but Shindong chooses that very moment to burst through the kitchen doors.
"Sorry I'm late," he gasps, red in the face.
"Don't do it again," Youngwoon says brusquely, and starts inspecting the stoves.
"I won't." And Shindong is out of the kitchen again, doors swinging shut behind him.
Jungsu slurps loudly and obnoxiously on his ice cube as the keening sound of the refrigerator brings its open door to their attention. Youngwoon frowns.
"Why are you chewing on ice?" Youngwoon asks.
Jungsu reaches back with his leg to kick the fridge door close. "I was testing out some new sauces," he replies, muffled. "Added too much spice."
Youngwoon laughs at him, reminding Jungsu of a wheezing asthmatic patient. He supposes it is mutual, if Youngwoon's claims that his laughter should belong to the vocal chords of a hyena are of any indication. Honestly. He tries to look affronted, but really, how can anyone feel anything but amusement in the face of Youngwoon's laughter?
Youngwoon's eyes are dark when his fit of laughter dies down.
Pulling on the knot behind his back, Jungsu walks towards Youngwoon. "I'm wearing your apron."
Just as Youngwoon's eyes clear in understanding, Jungsu sheds himself of the apron, pressing it to Youngwoon's chest. He can feel the heat permeating from Youngwoon's thighs. "So." An easy smile creeps over Youngwoon's lips, but his eyes flicker. "I don't see any sauce pans in the sink."
"I washed them." They're breathing in each others' air now, Jungsu trapping Youngwoon to the stove, first making sure that it has been switched off and that there shouldn't be any reason for him to worry about setting Youngwoon on fire.
"Really." Youngwoon's eyes drift lazily downward.
Leeteuk lets his tongue ghost over his bottom lip. The ice cube is dissolving slowly, still solid in his mouth. Youngwoon's gaze follows, and Jungsu observes his hands tightening in the fabric of his apron.
He leans in to breathe "really" over Youngwoon's lips before pressing his mouth to the corners of his smile. Youngwoon's hands slip down to rest over Jungsu's hips, pulling him infinitesimally closer, apron still dangling from his fingertips. He is unusually warm for a cold day like this. Breath caught in his throat, Jungsu lets his mouth stray over to Youngwoon's, noses first brushing softly. He tilts his head and parts his lips, Youngwoon following suit. The metal stove is cold under Jungsu's palms.
Cupping Youngwoon's neck, Jungsu moulds his lips to Youngwoon's mouth and lets the ice cube slide between their mouths, ghosted along with hot puffs of air. His tongue pushes and Youngwoon receives. There's an embarrassingly loud smack of lips, but it barely registers in Jungsu's mind. The fingers of his right hand sneak under the hem of the back of Youngwoon's shirt, eliciting a full body shudder. "Cold," Youngwoon murmurs, and Jungsu wonders if he's talking about his hands or the ice, fast vanishing between the friction of their tongues and their feverish breaths.
Youngwoon's lips are red when Jungsu draws away. The apron is on the floor.
"Really?" Youngwoon's lips pull sinfully up at the corners.
"Maybe," Jungsu replies vaguely, but he knows full well that Youngwoon knows what his real intentions were. "It was worth a try," he concludes.
"It was definitely worth it," Youngwoon agrees.
Donghae is the second person to burst into the kitchen that day. "Why is my apron on the floor?" he demands. Youngwoon and Jungsu fall over themselves coming up with excuses, laughing.
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