Unconventional Family (4/x)
Title: Wow, Baby!
Pairing: Kaisoo
Rating: NC17
Warning: smut like in front of the kids
Word Count: 3,075
Summary: Time to make up to omma! (Appa makes it up to him, too!)
Morning was a complete disaster for Kyungsoo. Taking the kids for a walk for the first time since he became their babysitter, Kyungsoo has experienced the worst. Being taunted by his good friend, though after the incident, he thinks otherwise, Kyungsoo got the biggest scare of his life when Jjanggu, the middle kid ran away from him and went straight home without saying anything. (As if dogs can talk, right?)
After spilling generous tears and empty death threats to Baekhyun over the phone for the heartless prank, Kyungsoo was somehow comforted by his boyfriend’s promise of a date, to make up for the stress he induced to the older. Kyungsoo can’t be any happier, for it’ll be the first time his boyfriend will take them out for a date, like what normal couples do.
Soo was quietly sitting on the bed, his back resting on the headboard, legs stretched over the mattress with some newspapers on his lap, searching for something interesting. It was a lazy afternoon for the two, with Jongin immersed in playing with the kids in the living room. They are supposed to leave the apartment before nightfall, and there’s still a fair amount of time for the two to bask around.
Kyungsoo was almost dozing off when he suddenly hears blasting bass from outside, too loud that every beat was as if it was almost pounding the floor down. He hears Jongin laughing, despite the loud music masking it. Curious, he heads out to the living room, finding Jongin slumped on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, his hipbones protruding as he lies sideways, with a remote in one of his hand, while his other hand supports his head like a pillow. He was snickering as Kyungsoo reached him, moving a little to the back to give the older some space to sit on, just in front his stomach.
Suddenly, he feels Jongin poking his side with the remote, catching his attention, but to be pointed by the younger to another. Following where his boyfriend was pointing, he watch in amusement as a new scene unfolds in front him.
With the beat of the music, Jjangah suddenly appears from the side, standing on her hind legs, walking cutely with little steps, and even turning a few times before landing on her front legs. Jongin was obviously spazzing, and almost clapping his hands silently, as to not distract his princess who was putting on a little show. Jjanggah walked like that a few more times, before retreating to their makeshift bedroom, the one Baekhyun emptied, to get his oppa for his own show.
“Did she just dance?” Kyungsoo asks in glee, smiling ear to ear, completely astounded.
“Yeah.” Jongin simply replies. He takes the elder’s hand to his, sliding a finger onto the other’s palm. “It doesn’t end there, though. Wait for the next song.”
The song was halfway through, and Jongin turns the volume down to the minimum, allowing them to talk comfortably without shouting at each other. Looking behind him, Kyungsoo finds Jongin staring at the hand that the younger took to his. “Fascinated?” Kyungsoo asks, making Jongin blink a few times before casting his eyes up to stare at the other. Kyungsoo chuckles, realizing that the other was too engrossed in his thoughts, making him wonder slightly what he was thinking of.
“You know..” Jongin blankly mutters, a smirk appearing on his plump lips. “I just realized I don’t know how this-“ tracing the lines on Kyungsoo’s palm, “actually feels like on me.” He mumbles.
Kyungsoo’s forehead crease in confusion, as if not realizing the heated reason behind what his boyfriend just said. “What?” He innocently asks, “You’re feeling it now.”
Jongin sighs, defeated by his boyfriend’s lack of intuition when it comes to his sexual suggestions. The day after their first time, Kyungsoo vowed not to indulge easily to such escapades, finding himself limping all day and sore for the next three to four days, which of course, didn’t go unnoticed by his friend Baekhyun who was taking out the last of his things that week as he was kicked out and was taken in by Chanyeol. Jongin respected Kyungsoo’s request, and as much as he limited himself at least from sex per se, Kyungsoo seems to neglect the whole idea of intimacy altogether, which of course, frustrated the dancer.
Jongin sighs, before gripping on the elder’s wrist, lifting it up to his neck, dragging it down to his chest and across his torso, settling the hand on the curve of his waist. “Like that, Soo. I was thinking about that.”
“Arf!” Jjanggu suddenly yelps, jumping up and placing his front legs to the cushion, inching his face to Jongin who was unaware. The poodle licks his appa’s forehead to get his attention. Kyungsoo, sheepish and still fazed from the burning in his hand, stares at Jongin who was blindly taking the remote again and clicking it, increasing the music’s volume again. It was a familiar tune, a song titled Tell Me What is Love by a local artist who goes by the name of D.O., someone Kyungsoo shares a talent of singing with, a gift still unknown to his boyfriend.
Kyungsoo, shaking his head to focus, instead looks at the Jjanggu who retreated to the center of the area, where Jjanggah performed her little dance. By instinct, Kyungsoo hums as the song went on, remembering the song by heart as it was one of his favourites, tapping his foot against the carpet in sync with the song’s soft beats.
The song ended, and Jjanggu just sat there on his hind legs watching the unmoving couple. “Eh? What’s with this kid?” Jongin mumbles, fingers fumbling once again on the remote, repeating the track again. The older seem to enjoy the song very much, that he was pleased to open his lips and mutter the lyrics as the song plays again, softly singing.
Jongin, grunting, frowns at Jjanggu’s sudden lack of participation. The song continued to play on loop for about three times until Jongin suddenly stops the track halfway, and he realizes that Kyungsoo was half-heartedly singing along, continuing even when the song has stopped already.
“Wait a minute for me baby..” Kyungsoo sings.
Jjanggu suddenly howls, surprising his appa. This also took Kyungsoo by surprise, halting as he hears his own voice clearly as the room has silenced already. His eyes grow wide, as Jjanggu continues howling, as if singing.
“Cute!” Kyungsoo squeals, looking at Jongin who was obviously surprised of his voice. With an unwavering stare, Jongin tilts his head, getting his mind around this new discovery.
Kyungsoo had a voice of an angel. Jongin frowns while mumbling “Why are you so perfect?” under his breath. The older chuckles, throwing his attention back to the poodle again that already stopped howling. Trying it out again, Kyungsoo sings a line, and surprisingly, Jjanggu answers back yet again. Kyungsoo was obviously having fun, tapping the younger to watch as he sings again, and tugging on Jongin’s shoulder when he finds him looking at him and not at Jjanggu.
“I swear, Jongin. Your kids are smart.” He mumbles. Jongin sits up, mesmerized the other voice.
“Wow, you sing.” He blindly mutters. Kyungsoo nods, still looking at the poodle. “Does justice to the sounds you made in bed.”
“Makes sense that Baekhyun and I are frie- Wait, what?” He stops midway, seeing the smirk on his boyfriend’s face, and finally comprehends the current situation.
“C’mere, Soo.” Jongin mutters before pulling the other down by his arm, taking his nape and guiding him down to his lips, treating the older with his own plump ones, hungry and persistent. Jjanggu completely forgotten, Kyungsoo settles himself over Jongin’s hips, as the younger has laid his back completely against the cushion. Jongin’s hands were roaming all over the other’s body, playfully tugging on his shirt, which Kyungsoo takes off immediately.
“That’s more I like it.” Jongin mumbles in between their heated kiss, sighing every now and then when Kyungsoo fingers slide against his sensitive spots. He obviously caught on what the younger wanted. Jongin wanted his touch, and he thought denying the younger is his loss.
“Soo..”
Jjanggu howls, almost copying the sound his appa made.
Jongin, getting more heated and aroused by the minute, takes control and sits up to push the other, hovering over him as he hungrily plants wet kisses over the skin, dipping his head to Kyungsoo pale neck, making him moan as he gently sucks the skin, tongue running over the spot to soothe the red marks he had made. He continues down, making Kyungsoo squirm in pleasure, panting and wanting.
“Let me hear you, Soo. I want to hear you voice.” Jongin whispers. “Come on, baby.” Making sure his boyfriend obeys, he sensually slides a hand down to the elder’s stomach and to the waistband of his boxers, teasing over the soft cloth that was obviously tenting with their sudden activity.
“J-Jongin..” Kyungsoo finally moans, feeling the end of Jongin’s finger tracing the outline of his length over the cloth.
Jjanggu yelps again, this time whining softly, mirroring his omma’s tone, which was caring for nothing as he moans wantonly as Jongin continues to palm him through the cloth. “Jongin, please..” Kyungsoo murmurs, tugging lightly on the other’s hair.
“Arf?” Three voices chorus a whine, their corresponding heads titled to their right side, watching the two on the couch. Soo almost looked at the three, obviously distracted, but the other was quick to plant his palm on his cheek to keep him from looking away.
“Let them be, Soo.” Jongin whispers as he glides a hand into the garter, wrapping a hand around Kyungsoo’s length, pumping eagerly.
“B-but Jongin..” Kyungsoo whimpers, “the kids a-are wa- Ah!”
“Don’t wor-
“Arf?” Monggu whines again, this time, lowering his front body down and lifting his read up, wagging his tail. The three was completely ignored, but it wasn’t long until the three smart kids did what they did best.
“You three.” Jongin mutters, looking at the kids, “Go to your room.” Jongin lifts his free hand to point to the direction of the kids’ room, and the three somehow understood the command, running away quickly, trying to win the other on who goes in first. With scrambling feet, the three disappeared from the living room, Jongin and Kyungsoo left alone together on the couch, continuing with the slick noises as Jongin kisses the other again, sloppily but somehow gratifying, obvious with the moans he’s pulling out from the other.
Hands gliding over warm skin, legs tangled and breaths hitching, the couple were out of their clothes in no time, and Kyungsoo mentally noted to not just throw the discarded garments anywhere next time, as he believed he saw a white fur ball walking in the corner quietly with his boyfriend’s boxers in its mouth, probably to be the little one’s new favourite toilet.
The groping and the skimming continued until Jongin takes it up a notch, pressing his erection against the elder, holding them both in his hand, creating friction as he ruts his hips in a rhythm slow but hard enough that Kyungsoo was mewling grunts after grunts with every movement.
“Baby, please..” Jongin whispers. “Let me, baby. I want it so bad.”
Kyungsoo, realizing what the other, and he, himself of course, wanted, pulled the younger into a deep kiss with a tug on his hair and hooking both his legs up around Jongin’s hips.
“I s-still want that d-date, J-Jongin..” Kyungsoo murmurs between the kiss, taking in another heap of oxygen to last for another make-out.
“Baby, please..” Jongin pleads, gripping on their cocks tighter, making Kyungsoo bend his back at the sensation.
“Later, baby. J-just.. Finish us up.” Kyungsoo mewled. The heat was all too much, and the satisfaction was at its peak. He was enjoying it, but at the back of his mind, he wanted that date. Being fucked right now would mean disaster, and ultimately, cancellation of something he was looking forward to. As much he wanted to surrender to Jongin’s pleading, he held on to his case - He will go out on a date with Jongin, a normal date out on the streets.
“If you won’t let me, then sing for me.” Jongin mutters, pulling his member away, gripping Kyungsoo’s tightly around the base. “Sing for me, Soo.” He murmurs, pumping languidly, his grip getting tighter. He stared directly back at Kyungsoo’s hooded eyes, waiting for the elder to open his mouth. “If you don’t sing, I’ll put that mouth into a better use, baby.”
Kyungsoo, closing his eyes, starts to sing the first lines of the same song he was singing earlier. It was like killer karaoke, having Jongin pump him, but then he knew he can sing well under any circumstances. He even sang the adlibs, only to be cut off when Jongin squeezes too hard, or when he feels he’s about to come, muttering lyrics out of tune or better yet sang them as moans.
While Kyungsoo was trying his best to sing, an echo was heard around the house. Jjanggu, sitting by their room’s door, although unseen by his parents, was singing along with his howls and whines.
Jongin suddenly release him and sighs, but took no time to hitch Kyungsoo up to sit on the edge of the couch, his back resting on the armrest by the end. “You sound heavenly, Soo.” He whispers. Hovering over Kyungsoo, he glides his hand up the other’s thigh, drawing circles with his thumb as he lowers himself and spread the older milky white legs. Gripping the base of Kyungsoo’s cock, he lowers his head down, readying to take him into his mouth.
Suddenly, Kyungsoo’s body began to shake, and little chuckles were heard. Jongin immediately looks up to his boyfriend, finding him holding back his laughter, biting on his hand, but a smile was obvious on his face. Kyungsoo wasn’t looking at him, and it disappointed Jongin.
“Soo, baby.” He mutters with a frown. Kyungsoo looks back to him, dropping his hand, the one on his mouth, to play with Jongin’s locks.
“Sorry, baby. Monggu distracted me.” Kyungsoo whispers, tugging on the younger’s head lower to his crotch. Jongin, gathering all that’s left with his libido, continued, teased by licking the head, before sliding his mouth into the whole length, that had Kyungsoo inhaling deeply. He starts to bob his head up and down, feeling the gentle push and pulls from Kyungsoo’s hand.
Kyungsoo, albeit being distracted by Monggu at the center of the living room, focused on the pleasure that’s been hitting him down below. Jongin’s mouth was heaven, and he can’t help but moan Jongin’s name, especially when the head of his cock hits the back of the other’s throat.
Jongin, focused on the task at hand, starts to pump his own member, looking for his own release. Thinking that he might have pushed Kyungsoo too far that afternoon, he assured himself to come, at least, even without Kyungsoo’s help. He’ll have to take Kyungsoo some other time, and he won’t let Kyungsoo escape the deal.
With the continues ragged breaths he was hearing from the older, Jongin felt the familiar knot in his stomach, and that sensation he feels that run down his spine.
“Baby, can I a-ask you something? Sh-Shit I’m gonna cum, baby.” Kyungsoo stutters.
Jongin looks up to him, unsure of what to prioritize - Kyungsoo’s orgasm or his question.
“Baby, Monggu’s hitting up on Jjangah, is that okay?” Kyungsoo mumbles, chuckling and biting his lower lips as he looks down at Jongin.
Jongin still unsure of what was Kyungsoo asking, continues his deed. Since Jongin didn’t answer, Kyungsoo thought it must be alright if Monggu was basically humping on the princess at the corner of the room.
A few more pumps and Jongin came, closely followed by Kyungsoo who came into his mouth.
“Baby, will Jjangah be pregnant?” Kyungsoo suddenly asks, still panting from his high. Jongin finally realizes and had his eyes wide as saucer, choking on the still left liquid in his mouth, running towards the two poodles.
“Monggu, NO!” He screams, just in time before Monggu had his way to the little princess. Jongin pulled the brown poodle and lifts him up, having him hump into the thin air until he stops, realizing that Jjangah was scrambling away and running back to their room.
Sighing with relief, Jongin flops back down to the couch beside Kyungsoo who was now sitting with his feet planted onto the carpet on the floor.
“That was close.” Jongin mutters, placing Monggu on his lap.
Kyungsoo extends a hand to Monggu’s head, petting him. “Why did you stop them?”
“Mom’s gonna kill me if Jjangah gets pregnant soon. She wants her strong and old enough when she gets pregnant.” Jongin explains. Kyungsoo nods at this, learning something new about his new babies. Feeling the sweat and the sticky substance between his legs and on his shins, (he accidentally stretched his leg over Jongin’s cum on the couch), he murmurs a quick, “I’m gonna go shower” before standing up.
The younger grips his wrist and pulls him down, placing Monggu back on the floor. “The show’s not over yet.” Jongin simply mutters, pouting his lips as to point to the eldest poodle.
Kyungsoo, waiting for the show to continue, leans on Jongin’s shoulder. The other automatically places a hand around his waist, pulling him closer. Jongin’s other hand reaches again to the remote he was holding earlier, clicking a few buttons.
The sound once again blares through the speakers, and there were voices, men’s voices that were speaking. It was a sort of a mafia conflict or something, Kyungsoo didn’t know. What he knew was that the two were talking about was killing each other. Suddenly, a sound effect of gun being pulled was heard and Monggu was suddenly on the floor, with his head between his long arms.
Bang! The gun was fired, and Monggu suddenly jumps and then flails down to the carpet, rolling over that his belly was up exposed, tongue hanging from between his teeth, looking up to his parents on the couch. He was playing dead.
“Wow, baby!” Kyungsoo claps, amazed and very proud, planting a kiss on Jongin’s cheek. “Our kids are the best!”
(5/x)
Pairing: Kaisoo
Rating: NC17
Warning: smut like in front of the kids
Word Count: 3,075
Summary: Time to make up to omma! (Appa makes it up to him, too!)
Morning was a complete disaster for Kyungsoo. Taking the kids for a walk for the first time since he became their babysitter, Kyungsoo has experienced the worst. Being taunted by his good friend, though after the incident, he thinks otherwise, Kyungsoo got the biggest scare of his life when Jjanggu, the middle kid ran away from him and went straight home without saying anything. (As if dogs can talk, right?)
After spilling generous tears and empty death threats to Baekhyun over the phone for the heartless prank, Kyungsoo was somehow comforted by his boyfriend’s promise of a date, to make up for the stress he induced to the older. Kyungsoo can’t be any happier, for it’ll be the first time his boyfriend will take them out for a date, like what normal couples do.
Soo was quietly sitting on the bed, his back resting on the headboard, legs stretched over the mattress with some newspapers on his lap, searching for something interesting. It was a lazy afternoon for the two, with Jongin immersed in playing with the kids in the living room. They are supposed to leave the apartment before nightfall, and there’s still a fair amount of time for the two to bask around.
Kyungsoo was almost dozing off when he suddenly hears blasting bass from outside, too loud that every beat was as if it was almost pounding the floor down. He hears Jongin laughing, despite the loud music masking it. Curious, he heads out to the living room, finding Jongin slumped on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, his hipbones protruding as he lies sideways, with a remote in one of his hand, while his other hand supports his head like a pillow. He was snickering as Kyungsoo reached him, moving a little to the back to give the older some space to sit on, just in front his stomach.
Suddenly, he feels Jongin poking his side with the remote, catching his attention, but to be pointed by the younger to another. Following where his boyfriend was pointing, he watch in amusement as a new scene unfolds in front him.
With the beat of the music, Jjangah suddenly appears from the side, standing on her hind legs, walking cutely with little steps, and even turning a few times before landing on her front legs. Jongin was obviously spazzing, and almost clapping his hands silently, as to not distract his princess who was putting on a little show. Jjanggah walked like that a few more times, before retreating to their makeshift bedroom, the one Baekhyun emptied, to get his oppa for his own show.
“Did she just dance?” Kyungsoo asks in glee, smiling ear to ear, completely astounded.
“Yeah.” Jongin simply replies. He takes the elder’s hand to his, sliding a finger onto the other’s palm. “It doesn’t end there, though. Wait for the next song.”
The song was halfway through, and Jongin turns the volume down to the minimum, allowing them to talk comfortably without shouting at each other. Looking behind him, Kyungsoo finds Jongin staring at the hand that the younger took to his. “Fascinated?” Kyungsoo asks, making Jongin blink a few times before casting his eyes up to stare at the other. Kyungsoo chuckles, realizing that the other was too engrossed in his thoughts, making him wonder slightly what he was thinking of.
“You know..” Jongin blankly mutters, a smirk appearing on his plump lips. “I just realized I don’t know how this-“ tracing the lines on Kyungsoo’s palm, “actually feels like on me.” He mumbles.
Kyungsoo’s forehead crease in confusion, as if not realizing the heated reason behind what his boyfriend just said. “What?” He innocently asks, “You’re feeling it now.”
Jongin sighs, defeated by his boyfriend’s lack of intuition when it comes to his sexual suggestions. The day after their first time, Kyungsoo vowed not to indulge easily to such escapades, finding himself limping all day and sore for the next three to four days, which of course, didn’t go unnoticed by his friend Baekhyun who was taking out the last of his things that week as he was kicked out and was taken in by Chanyeol. Jongin respected Kyungsoo’s request, and as much as he limited himself at least from sex per se, Kyungsoo seems to neglect the whole idea of intimacy altogether, which of course, frustrated the dancer.
Jongin sighs, before gripping on the elder’s wrist, lifting it up to his neck, dragging it down to his chest and across his torso, settling the hand on the curve of his waist. “Like that, Soo. I was thinking about that.”
“Arf!” Jjanggu suddenly yelps, jumping up and placing his front legs to the cushion, inching his face to Jongin who was unaware. The poodle licks his appa’s forehead to get his attention. Kyungsoo, sheepish and still fazed from the burning in his hand, stares at Jongin who was blindly taking the remote again and clicking it, increasing the music’s volume again. It was a familiar tune, a song titled Tell Me What is Love by a local artist who goes by the name of D.O., someone Kyungsoo shares a talent of singing with, a gift still unknown to his boyfriend.
Kyungsoo, shaking his head to focus, instead looks at the Jjanggu who retreated to the center of the area, where Jjanggah performed her little dance. By instinct, Kyungsoo hums as the song went on, remembering the song by heart as it was one of his favourites, tapping his foot against the carpet in sync with the song’s soft beats.
The song ended, and Jjanggu just sat there on his hind legs watching the unmoving couple. “Eh? What’s with this kid?” Jongin mumbles, fingers fumbling once again on the remote, repeating the track again. The older seem to enjoy the song very much, that he was pleased to open his lips and mutter the lyrics as the song plays again, softly singing.
Jongin, grunting, frowns at Jjanggu’s sudden lack of participation. The song continued to play on loop for about three times until Jongin suddenly stops the track halfway, and he realizes that Kyungsoo was half-heartedly singing along, continuing even when the song has stopped already.
“Wait a minute for me baby..” Kyungsoo sings.
Jjanggu suddenly howls, surprising his appa. This also took Kyungsoo by surprise, halting as he hears his own voice clearly as the room has silenced already. His eyes grow wide, as Jjanggu continues howling, as if singing.
“Cute!” Kyungsoo squeals, looking at Jongin who was obviously surprised of his voice. With an unwavering stare, Jongin tilts his head, getting his mind around this new discovery.
Kyungsoo had a voice of an angel. Jongin frowns while mumbling “Why are you so perfect?” under his breath. The older chuckles, throwing his attention back to the poodle again that already stopped howling. Trying it out again, Kyungsoo sings a line, and surprisingly, Jjanggu answers back yet again. Kyungsoo was obviously having fun, tapping the younger to watch as he sings again, and tugging on Jongin’s shoulder when he finds him looking at him and not at Jjanggu.
“I swear, Jongin. Your kids are smart.” He mumbles. Jongin sits up, mesmerized the other voice.
“Wow, you sing.” He blindly mutters. Kyungsoo nods, still looking at the poodle. “Does justice to the sounds you made in bed.”
“Makes sense that Baekhyun and I are frie- Wait, what?” He stops midway, seeing the smirk on his boyfriend’s face, and finally comprehends the current situation.
“C’mere, Soo.” Jongin mutters before pulling the other down by his arm, taking his nape and guiding him down to his lips, treating the older with his own plump ones, hungry and persistent. Jjanggu completely forgotten, Kyungsoo settles himself over Jongin’s hips, as the younger has laid his back completely against the cushion. Jongin’s hands were roaming all over the other’s body, playfully tugging on his shirt, which Kyungsoo takes off immediately.
“That’s more I like it.” Jongin mumbles in between their heated kiss, sighing every now and then when Kyungsoo fingers slide against his sensitive spots. He obviously caught on what the younger wanted. Jongin wanted his touch, and he thought denying the younger is his loss.
“Soo..”
Jjanggu howls, almost copying the sound his appa made.
Jongin, getting more heated and aroused by the minute, takes control and sits up to push the other, hovering over him as he hungrily plants wet kisses over the skin, dipping his head to Kyungsoo pale neck, making him moan as he gently sucks the skin, tongue running over the spot to soothe the red marks he had made. He continues down, making Kyungsoo squirm in pleasure, panting and wanting.
“Let me hear you, Soo. I want to hear you voice.” Jongin whispers. “Come on, baby.” Making sure his boyfriend obeys, he sensually slides a hand down to the elder’s stomach and to the waistband of his boxers, teasing over the soft cloth that was obviously tenting with their sudden activity.
“J-Jongin..” Kyungsoo finally moans, feeling the end of Jongin’s finger tracing the outline of his length over the cloth.
Jjanggu yelps again, this time whining softly, mirroring his omma’s tone, which was caring for nothing as he moans wantonly as Jongin continues to palm him through the cloth. “Jongin, please..” Kyungsoo murmurs, tugging lightly on the other’s hair.
“Arf?” Three voices chorus a whine, their corresponding heads titled to their right side, watching the two on the couch. Soo almost looked at the three, obviously distracted, but the other was quick to plant his palm on his cheek to keep him from looking away.
“Let them be, Soo.” Jongin whispers as he glides a hand into the garter, wrapping a hand around Kyungsoo’s length, pumping eagerly.
“B-but Jongin..” Kyungsoo whimpers, “the kids a-are wa- Ah!”
“Don’t wor-
“Arf?” Monggu whines again, this time, lowering his front body down and lifting his read up, wagging his tail. The three was completely ignored, but it wasn’t long until the three smart kids did what they did best.
“You three.” Jongin mutters, looking at the kids, “Go to your room.” Jongin lifts his free hand to point to the direction of the kids’ room, and the three somehow understood the command, running away quickly, trying to win the other on who goes in first. With scrambling feet, the three disappeared from the living room, Jongin and Kyungsoo left alone together on the couch, continuing with the slick noises as Jongin kisses the other again, sloppily but somehow gratifying, obvious with the moans he’s pulling out from the other.
Hands gliding over warm skin, legs tangled and breaths hitching, the couple were out of their clothes in no time, and Kyungsoo mentally noted to not just throw the discarded garments anywhere next time, as he believed he saw a white fur ball walking in the corner quietly with his boyfriend’s boxers in its mouth, probably to be the little one’s new favourite toilet.
The groping and the skimming continued until Jongin takes it up a notch, pressing his erection against the elder, holding them both in his hand, creating friction as he ruts his hips in a rhythm slow but hard enough that Kyungsoo was mewling grunts after grunts with every movement.
“Baby, please..” Jongin whispers. “Let me, baby. I want it so bad.”
Kyungsoo, realizing what the other, and he, himself of course, wanted, pulled the younger into a deep kiss with a tug on his hair and hooking both his legs up around Jongin’s hips.
“I s-still want that d-date, J-Jongin..” Kyungsoo murmurs between the kiss, taking in another heap of oxygen to last for another make-out.
“Baby, please..” Jongin pleads, gripping on their cocks tighter, making Kyungsoo bend his back at the sensation.
“Later, baby. J-just.. Finish us up.” Kyungsoo mewled. The heat was all too much, and the satisfaction was at its peak. He was enjoying it, but at the back of his mind, he wanted that date. Being fucked right now would mean disaster, and ultimately, cancellation of something he was looking forward to. As much he wanted to surrender to Jongin’s pleading, he held on to his case - He will go out on a date with Jongin, a normal date out on the streets.
“If you won’t let me, then sing for me.” Jongin mutters, pulling his member away, gripping Kyungsoo’s tightly around the base. “Sing for me, Soo.” He murmurs, pumping languidly, his grip getting tighter. He stared directly back at Kyungsoo’s hooded eyes, waiting for the elder to open his mouth. “If you don’t sing, I’ll put that mouth into a better use, baby.”
Kyungsoo, closing his eyes, starts to sing the first lines of the same song he was singing earlier. It was like killer karaoke, having Jongin pump him, but then he knew he can sing well under any circumstances. He even sang the adlibs, only to be cut off when Jongin squeezes too hard, or when he feels he’s about to come, muttering lyrics out of tune or better yet sang them as moans.
While Kyungsoo was trying his best to sing, an echo was heard around the house. Jjanggu, sitting by their room’s door, although unseen by his parents, was singing along with his howls and whines.
Jongin suddenly release him and sighs, but took no time to hitch Kyungsoo up to sit on the edge of the couch, his back resting on the armrest by the end. “You sound heavenly, Soo.” He whispers. Hovering over Kyungsoo, he glides his hand up the other’s thigh, drawing circles with his thumb as he lowers himself and spread the older milky white legs. Gripping the base of Kyungsoo’s cock, he lowers his head down, readying to take him into his mouth.
Suddenly, Kyungsoo’s body began to shake, and little chuckles were heard. Jongin immediately looks up to his boyfriend, finding him holding back his laughter, biting on his hand, but a smile was obvious on his face. Kyungsoo wasn’t looking at him, and it disappointed Jongin.
“Soo, baby.” He mutters with a frown. Kyungsoo looks back to him, dropping his hand, the one on his mouth, to play with Jongin’s locks.
“Sorry, baby. Monggu distracted me.” Kyungsoo whispers, tugging on the younger’s head lower to his crotch. Jongin, gathering all that’s left with his libido, continued, teased by licking the head, before sliding his mouth into the whole length, that had Kyungsoo inhaling deeply. He starts to bob his head up and down, feeling the gentle push and pulls from Kyungsoo’s hand.
Kyungsoo, albeit being distracted by Monggu at the center of the living room, focused on the pleasure that’s been hitting him down below. Jongin’s mouth was heaven, and he can’t help but moan Jongin’s name, especially when the head of his cock hits the back of the other’s throat.
Jongin, focused on the task at hand, starts to pump his own member, looking for his own release. Thinking that he might have pushed Kyungsoo too far that afternoon, he assured himself to come, at least, even without Kyungsoo’s help. He’ll have to take Kyungsoo some other time, and he won’t let Kyungsoo escape the deal.
With the continues ragged breaths he was hearing from the older, Jongin felt the familiar knot in his stomach, and that sensation he feels that run down his spine.
“Baby, can I a-ask you something? Sh-Shit I’m gonna cum, baby.” Kyungsoo stutters.
Jongin looks up to him, unsure of what to prioritize - Kyungsoo’s orgasm or his question.
“Baby, Monggu’s hitting up on Jjangah, is that okay?” Kyungsoo mumbles, chuckling and biting his lower lips as he looks down at Jongin.
Jongin still unsure of what was Kyungsoo asking, continues his deed. Since Jongin didn’t answer, Kyungsoo thought it must be alright if Monggu was basically humping on the princess at the corner of the room.
A few more pumps and Jongin came, closely followed by Kyungsoo who came into his mouth.
“Baby, will Jjangah be pregnant?” Kyungsoo suddenly asks, still panting from his high. Jongin finally realizes and had his eyes wide as saucer, choking on the still left liquid in his mouth, running towards the two poodles.
“Monggu, NO!” He screams, just in time before Monggu had his way to the little princess. Jongin pulled the brown poodle and lifts him up, having him hump into the thin air until he stops, realizing that Jjangah was scrambling away and running back to their room.
Sighing with relief, Jongin flops back down to the couch beside Kyungsoo who was now sitting with his feet planted onto the carpet on the floor.
“That was close.” Jongin mutters, placing Monggu on his lap.
Kyungsoo extends a hand to Monggu’s head, petting him. “Why did you stop them?”
“Mom’s gonna kill me if Jjangah gets pregnant soon. She wants her strong and old enough when she gets pregnant.” Jongin explains. Kyungsoo nods at this, learning something new about his new babies. Feeling the sweat and the sticky substance between his legs and on his shins, (he accidentally stretched his leg over Jongin’s cum on the couch), he murmurs a quick, “I’m gonna go shower” before standing up.
The younger grips his wrist and pulls him down, placing Monggu back on the floor. “The show’s not over yet.” Jongin simply mutters, pouting his lips as to point to the eldest poodle.
Kyungsoo, waiting for the show to continue, leans on Jongin’s shoulder. The other automatically places a hand around his waist, pulling him closer. Jongin’s other hand reaches again to the remote he was holding earlier, clicking a few buttons.
The sound once again blares through the speakers, and there were voices, men’s voices that were speaking. It was a sort of a mafia conflict or something, Kyungsoo didn’t know. What he knew was that the two were talking about was killing each other. Suddenly, a sound effect of gun being pulled was heard and Monggu was suddenly on the floor, with his head between his long arms.
Bang! The gun was fired, and Monggu suddenly jumps and then flails down to the carpet, rolling over that his belly was up exposed, tongue hanging from between his teeth, looking up to his parents on the couch. He was playing dead.
“Wow, baby!” Kyungsoo claps, amazed and very proud, planting a kiss on Jongin’s cheek. “Our kids are the best!”
(5/x)