[BLOCK B] Someone I Trust
Title: Someone I Trust
Author: mystery
Pairing: ZiKyung
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: Really now. I think you'd know.
Warning(s): Gay sex
Author’s Note: Wanted to write ZiKyung smut. I've noticed there is a lack of it, here you go.
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”Have you lost your virginity yet?”
Kyung stopped short at the question his friend threw him, turning to him with one eyebrow slightly raised in question. Jiho looked away, embarrassed. Kyung sighed. He understood why Jiho was so embarrassed about it, but also why he wanted to know. The two were fourteen years old - reason enough to be embarrassed - and last year, Jiho had told Kyung that he was gay. No one else knew, only Jiho and Kyung.
“No,” Kyung answered finally. “Why?”
He knew Jiho hadn’t lost his yet and even if it might seem like Jiho was the “leader” in their friendship, the bossy one, he looked up to Kyung like no one else, except maybe his brother.
“Just curious,” Jiho brushed it off. It made Kyung a little suspicious. Had Jiho actually lost his virginity and didn’t want to tell him? “Is there anyone you want to do it with, then?”
Kyung sat down on the bed next to Jiho. They were at Jiho’s house, since his parents were away for work and his brother was visiting his girlfriend.
“Are we going to talk about sex, Jiho?” Kyung asked with a small smirk, earning an embarrassed snort from his friend.
“We don’t have to,” he muttered. He wasn’t sure how Kyung felt about this whole gay thing and he didn’t want to force anything on him.
“It’s okay. To answer your question… No. I haven’t really thought of someone I wanna have sex with. Okay, yes, there are a lot of nice girls I wouldn’t mind having in my bed,” Jiho snorted and rolled his eyes, “but I don’t want to do it with either of them for the first time. What about you?”
Jiho thought for a moment. He was silent for so long that Kyung wondered if he wasn’t going to answer, but then he lay back on the bed with a sigh and looked at Kyung.
“I want to do it with someone I trust… At least the first time,” he said. Kyung nodded in understanding and agreement. “But I don’t know… You know Jaehyo?”
“Ahn Jaehyo? The ulzzang at our school?” Kyung asked with his eyebrows raised. Jiho nodded. “Yeah, what about him?”
“He’s hot,” Jiho said, looking away from Kyung once more. Kyung laughed and patted Jiho’s stomach.
“Aw, does Jiho have a crush on Jaehyo?” he teased. The blush that rose on Jiho’s cheeks told him everything. “Hm, I’m guessing you want him to think you’re experienced?”
Jiho blushed even further and Kyung snickered.
“Well, tell me if there’s anything I can help you with. I gotta go now, think we’ll have dinner soon. Talk to you later,” he said as he gave Jiho another pat, on his thigh this time, before he stood up to leave. Jiho gave a grunt in affirmation and Kyung chuckled to himself.
A few hours later, when Kyung had eaten and was getting ready to watch a movie with his sister, his phone buzzed, signalizing a text.
From: Zico
To: Kyungie
How much would you be prepared to do for me?
Kyung was a little surprised at the words the message contained, as Jiho was not one to take too seriously on things. At least he usually didn’t show it when he did, even if Kyung could see it on him.
From: Kyungie
To: Z
Anything, everything… you’re my best friend, just ask me and we’ll see what I can do.
His phone stayed silent for so long that Kyung had nearly forgotten the short conversation when it suddenly buzzed in the middle of the movie, giving him a minor heart attack and earning him a dirty glare from his sister. He gave her an apologetic smile as he opened the message.
From: Zico
To: Kyungie
Have sex with me?
Kyung nearly choked on his tongue. Just… what? Jiho knew he wasn’t gay, he… Then it hit him. Jiho wanted to make Jaehyo think he was experienced and he wanted to give his virginity to someone he trusted. He trusted Kyung the most of all people he knew that weren’t related to him. He knew Kyung wouldn’t judge him and even if Kyung said no, he at least would’ve tried and they would stay friends. But what should he reply? He was not as disgusted by the thought as he’d thought he’d be, but it wasn’t… Jiho was his friend. His best friend since forever. He sighed as his sister nudged him with his foot and typed a quick reply before turning his attention back to the TV.
From: Kyungie
To: Z
Let me think about it. I’ll tell you when I’ve decided.
And Kyung did think. He thought about it near constantly for a whole week. He weighed the pros and cons against each other. What made him hesitate the most was the one sensible con he could come up with; things might become awkward between him and Jiho. He didn’t want that. He was also a little scared - what if he couldn’t get it up with Jiho? Jiho was, after all, a guy. His best friend on top of that.
In the end he decided he’d give it a try.
“I’ll try,” he told Jiho. They were at his place once more, but this time his brother’s girlfriend was visiting instead of the other way around. Jiho’s eyes widened and Kyung gave a small smile. He’d done research on the subject, so he was prepared if Jiho was.
“Just… Don’t blame me if I can’t… you know…” He squirmed in his seat. Jiho laughed, but his nervousness shone through as well.
“If you can’t get it up?” he said, seemingly with no shame whatsoever, and Kyung nodded. “That’s okay.”
“Also, I’m not bottoming,” Kyung added. Jiho gave him a look and Kyung could only meet his gaze for a few seconds before they both started laughing.
They laughed so loudly and for so long that Jiho’s two year older brother, Taewoon, eventually knocked on the door.
“What’s so funny?” he asked as he stuck his head inside. Jiho actually fell down from the chair he was sitting on as he laughed so hard - his fail, in turn, made Kyung laugh even harder. Taewoon stepped inside and watched them with an amused expression until they finally calmed down, lying in a panting heap on the floor, the tear tracks drying on their cheeks.
“Are you going to tell us or not?” Taewoon asked again as his girlfriend also entered the room. Kyung glanced at Jiho who happened to be looking at him at the same time and the two snickered again.
“No,” Jiho said firmly. “I don’t think you could stomach that kind of information.”
Then Kyung made the mistake of looking at him for real and they started laughing again. Taewoon shook his head and led his girlfriend out of the room, yelling something about watching a movie. An awkward silence enveloped the two friends when Taewoon and his girlfriend left.
“So… When are we going to do it?” Jiho murmured, suddenly unable to meet Kyung’s gaze once more. Kyung cleared his throat, feeling awkward as well.
“I think my family is going away next weekend… Maybe then?”
And it was settled. Childhood best friends Park Kyung and Woo Jiho would lose their virginities to each other in a week.
Kyung grew more and more nervous with each day and he noticed it on Jiho as well. They suddenly had difficulties talking, or they talked too much or they just looked at each other when they thought the other didn’t notice. At least Kyung came to realize that Jiho wasn’t so bad-looking after all.
On the night they were going to do it, Jiho told his parents that he was sleeping at Kyung’s because Kyung’s family was going away and he didn’t want to be alone. It was partially true, and Jiho’s parents thought nothing of it. Kyung lived in the house next to theirs anyway.
“Oh my god, I’m so nervous,” Jiho murmured suddenly while they were eating some noodles Kyung had managed to cook. The slightly older paused his slurping and looked up.
“We don’t have to do it, you know,” he murmured. Jiho looked at him briefly before averting his gaze no his noodles again.
“No, I want to.”
They decided to finish eating and then maybe talk it through.
“So I’ll be bottoming,” Jiho said, really trying his best to appear casual but not looking at Kyung. “Have you done any research?”
“Of course,” Kyung said. He leaned over and opened his bedside table, taking out a bottle of lotion. “We can use this…”
Jiho eyes the bottle for a moment before he nodded. He looked a little awkward, a little uncertain as he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. Kyung saw how he tried to relax, but he also knew how difficult it was.
“I have an idea,” he said when something popped into his head, “roll onto your stomach.”
Jiho’s eyebrows creased a little in confusion but he didn’t open his eyes as he did as he was told. Kyung moved to sit on his butt and placed his hands on Jiho’s tense shoulders. He paused.
“Take off your shirt.” Jiho made a questioning noise in his throat. “I’m going to give you a massage. Off,” Kyung said and tugged at said shirt. This time Jiho obliged, a small chuckle leaving his mouth.
As Kyung worked on the tenses muscles in Jiho’s back, both of them gradually relaxed and became more accustomed to the situation. Kyung was not, however, prepared for the little moan that left Jiho’s throat when he kneaded a particularly sensitive spot. He paused for a moment but quickly continued when his friend let out an impatient whine.
He continued massaging Jiho’s back, but after a few minutes he leaned down and attached his lips to the spot Jiho had reacted to. He felt the other momentarily tense up beneath him before he let out a soft sigh and then a moan when Kyung let his tongue brush over his skin. Who knew Jiho would be this responsive? Not that Kyung minded, the sounds he let out were surprisingly sexy as Kyung continued to explore his skin not only with his hands but with his lips as well.
“Turn around,” Kyung murmured after a while as he stood on his knees above Jiho to allow him to move. Both were surprised at how husky his voice was, but neither commented on it.
Jiho kept his eyes closed as Kyung continued to explore his body, a little differently now. Jiho’s lips parted in a small gasp as Kyung ran his fingers over his nipples and Kyung couldn’t help a small smirk as he returned to them, massaging them into full hardness and watching the pleasure on Jiho’s face.
“Like that, huh,” he murmured, not expecting a reply.
“Kyung,” Jiho said suddenly, grabbing Kyung’s wrists and lifting his hands off his chest as he opened his eyes, “Kyung. Let me touch you.”
Kyung paused for a moment but then he gave Jiho a small, encouraging nod and a smile. Jiho smiled back and let his hands wander up under Kyung’s shirt. Kyung closed his eyes - it felt good.
“Kyung…” Kyung opened his eyes again, looking down at Jiho. It was a little difficult to fully concentrate as one of Jiho’s hands had settled in the area around his left nipple and the other was stroking his hip.
“Should we… kiss?” Jiho asked in a whisper, obviously embarrassed. His eyes were set on Kyung’s lips. Kyung didn’t even allow himself to think as he closed his eyes and leaned forward to press his lips against Jiho’s.
Jiho’s lips were soft and plump as the yielded under his touch. Jiho sighed into the kiss as Kyung probed his mouth open with his tongue and Kyung was suddenly hit with the reality of the situation. An alien feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, but he shook it off to concentrate on how good of a kisser his friend was.
Kissing was fun; it was something he probably wouldn’t mind to do more with Jiho - nothing he’d ever admit to Jiho, of course. Then he accidentally moved his pelvis down against Jiho’s, pulling a real moan from the boy underneath him as their half hard erections brushed against each other.
Oh. It was kind of hot though, knowing he’d successfully turned Jiho on. He ground his hips down another time, this time pulling a groan from both of them.
They pulled away from the kiss, panting a little. Kyung slowly opened his eyes and met with Jiho’s darkened gaze. They were mere millimeters apart, still sharing the same oxygen. Jiho’s taste was still on Kyung’s tongue.
“Unfair,” Jiho huffed after a moment, “you’re still wearing your shirt.”
Kyung chuckled and gladly helped Jiho removed it. It made access easier for Jiho and Jiho was really fucking good at finding sensitive spots, it turned out. Kyung even let himself be rolled over onto his back even if it made him feel a little out of control and scared. Any and all such thoughts left his head when Jiho surprised him by attaching his lips to his neck and sucking. It felt better than he’d accounted for and he couldn’t help the moan that slipped.
Jiho chuckled, but let out a groan of his own as he thrust his hips against Kyung’s. He did it again and again, setting a nice pace that soon had Kyung bucking up into him. He felt himself shudder against his will when Jiho leaned forward and chuckled darkly in his ear.
“If you were gay,” he panted against Kyung’s ear, “you’d so be a bottom.”
“Would not!” Kyung protested, pushing up and rolling them over, setting an even quicker pace and pulling moan after moan from both their throats. Their playful argument died out as they gave in to the heat pooling in their stomachs.
“Oh God,” Kyung huffed, throwing his head back. “I think I’m gonna come soon.”
It took a few more thrusts and a particularly sexy moan from Jiho and then Kyung was biting down on his shoulder to muffle his groan of completion, hips jerking erratically against Jiho’s. He calmed down just in time to hear Jiho’s surprisingly high-pitched, drawn-out, whine-like moan as he came as well, back arched and his chest pressed against Kyung’s.
They lay still for a few moments, Kyung panting into Jiho’s neck as he lay on top of him. Jiho squirmed a little under Kyung, causing them both to let out little sounds.
“Well. That was not what I had planned for,” Jiho murmured finally. Kyung chuckled tiredly and rolled off him.
“Me neither. Ew, my pants are all sticky…” he complained. Jiho let out a ‘duh’ kind of sound next to him.
“Mm… Let’s recover and do it again. This time we’re not letting our hormones take over,” he suggested. Kyung sighed but hummed in agreement. It was shocking how easy this came to the two of them, but it was nothing he was going to stop and think about.
Kyung lent Jiho a pair of clean underwear as they put their dirtied ones in the washing machine and went to lie on Kyung’s bed, talking about everything under the sun. Kyung was a little amazed as he realized how good their relationship really was - good enough for the two of them to get off together and still act, feel, as normal as ever.
The kisses came natural as well. Kyung had been rambling on about something when Jiho suddenly told him to shut up and leaned in to kiss him. It was soon followed by another and then another until they were making out again.
“Kisses are nice,” Kyung murmured against Jiho’s lips. The other mumbled something incoherent in agreement and pulled Kyung in for another kiss.
It was easier this time, at least up until the point where Jiho’s pants flew across the room along with his underwear. Kyung could see him tense up as he looked at him, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d seen half of it before, but this was different and Jiho was nice to look at - long, shapely, pale legs, a barely defined stomach, dark, hardened nipples and a cock that looked more appealing than Kyung thought it should.
He reacted on instinct to make Jiho feel more at ease as he reached out to brush his fingers along said cock, making Jiho draw a shuddering breath and close his eyes.
“Like what you see?” he said, smirking with closed eyes. Kyung laughed.
“Hm, maybe,” he said, pinching Jiho’s thigh just because he couldn’t resist. He was a little surprised when the action caused Jiho’s mouth to fall open, making way for a moan, but then he did it again, eliciting another moan.
“Jesus, Kyung, stop teasing!” Jiho growled when he did it for the fourth time, his eyes shooting open. They were darker than Kyung had ever seen them, pupils blown so wide that his entire eyes seemed black.
Kyung didn’t let it affect him as he sat back and grabbed the hem of his shirt, smirking as he pulled it off. Of course Jiho had seen him shirtless before as well, but as soon as it was off and on the floor he sat up and le this hands roam over every patch of skin he could reach, from Kyung’s shoulders down to the hem of the sweatpants Kyung had hastily pulled on before. Jiho did not hesitate as he palmed the bulge he found there, drawing a throaty moan from Kyung before he pulled the pants and boxers down in one go.
Kyung suddenly understood why Jiho had tensed so much under his gaze as he watched Jiho practically drool over his cock. Even if he could tell by Jiho’s expression that he liked what he saw, it was uncomfortable having someone stare so intently at your private parts. Just as it was becoming unbearable, Jiho looked up at him with a small smirk.
“I want to suck it,” he said. Kyung groaned and let himself fall back, almost falling off the bed. Jiho chuckled but silenced as he let his tongue gently poke the tip of Kyung’s cock.
Oh was all Kyung could think as Jiho let his tongue explore his penis for a while before taking the head into his mouth and sucking carefully. Kyung only barely registered that the moans and whimpers that echoed around the room were his own - the wet heat around him was just too good.
It was all he could do to not thrust up and choke his friend when Jiho took more of him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and sucking a little harder.
“Shit,” he moaned, clenching the sheets so hard they almost ripped and his knuckled went white. “Jiho, Ji, Jiho stop, I-I… Oh God…”
Luckily Jiho listened to him and pulled off before he came for a second time. Kyung slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling as he tried to regain his breath.
“Jesus,” he murmured when he finally felt as if he wasn’t going to come if anything as much as touched his dick. He could’ve sworn Jiho giggled, but his face was dead serious when he sat up and met his gaze.
Kyung did not leave him any room to comment on his reaction before he pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, practically devouring him with his mouth. Jiho pulled away after a few moments, reaching over for the bottle of substitute lube they’d put on the bedside table and thrusting it in Kyung’s hands.
“I’m ready,” he said, staring right into Kyung’s eyes as he spread his legs. Kyung met his gaze for a few moments and then let his eyes roam along his chest, down to his cock, even further and… oh shit. Jiho’s hole was right there, tight and clenching.
He took a deep breath and looked away, concentrating instead on getting his fingers slick with the lotion. When he thought they were slick enough, he brought his hand down and probed Jiho’s entrance with one finger. Jiho closed his eyes as Kyung slowly pushed inside, his eyes fixed on Jiho’s face for any signs of hurt of discomfort.
“I’m not a glass doll Kyung, you should know that,” Jiho muttered when Kyung didn’t do anything. Kyung shook his head briefly and started moving his finger slowly, in and out, wriggling it around a little. Jiho was amazingly tight and warm and just the thought of having his cock in that tight heat made jolts of arousal travel along Kyung’s spine.
“Another,” Jiho whispered after a while and Kyung obliged without question. Jiho’s eyebrows twitched and Kyung paused.
“How does it feel?” he asked in a low voice. Jiho opened his eyes to meet Kyung’s gaze.
“It’s weird. A little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt,” he answered, his voice just as low. “Go on.”
Kyung continued his ministrations of stretching Jiho, scissoring his fingers and trying to find that spot he’d read about. It was more difficult than he’d thought it was.
He pushed another finger in when Jiho asked for it and this time it did hurt, he could tell by the little whimper Jiho let out. He was about to retract his fingers, but Jiho reacted quickly and grabbed his wrist, preventing him from doing so.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered, looking into Kyung’s eyes. Kyung felt an unknown emotion well up inside him at the unfathomable amount of endless trust in Jiho’s eyes. “I want this.”
So Kyung continued, this time leaning down to kiss Jiho once more in hopes of distracting him from any possible pain. Then Jiho pulled him in closer by his neck which caused Kyung to involuntarily change the angle at which he was thrusting and a strangled sound escaped Jiho, more incoherent than any sound he’d let out earlier.
Kyung experimentally thrust his fingers in harder in the same angle and Jiho let out another sound, pushing back down against Kyung’s fingers. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth open, letting out breathy moans and little half-screams as Kyung continued to tease his pleasure spot.
“Kyung, Kyung, shit,” Jiho moaned, scrambling for purchase on something, anything, and eventually finding Kyung’s arms. “In me, oh God, now.”
Kyung had never seen his friend so incoherent. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. Nonetheless he listened to Jiho’s demand and pulled his fingers out, reaching for the lotion once more to coat his erection. Jiho willingly held his legs up as Kyung positioned himself and Kyung grabbed his ankles to throw them over his shoulders.
Jiho’s eyes clenched shut as Kyung slowly slid in while Kyung couldn’t help the drawn out moan that escaped him. Jiho was so tight, so warm. He had to pause and will himself not to come on the spot.
“You okay?” he murmured throatily, brushing his fingertips against Jiho’s cheek. Jiho opened his eyes and Kyung felt a pang of guilt as tears shone in them.
“It hurts, Kyung,” Jiho whimpered. Kyung did the only thing he could think of and leaned down to kiss Jiho slowly, carefully. He didn’t want to see his friend cry, much less be the cause of his tears. He’d never seen Jiho cry.
Eventually Jiho slid one of his legs down to wrap it around Kyung’s waist instead and pulling him in closer, urging him on. Kyung let out a shaky sigh against his lips as he slid in to the hilt and paused once more, savoring the moment and gathering all willpower he had so he wouldn’t come as soon as he began moving.
“Move,” Jiho whispered after a few moments, their faces so close that Kyung felt the word against his own lips. He leaned his forehead against Jiho’s and opened his eyes as he obeyed, slowly pulling out before thrusting in again. Jiho let out a little sound, but Kyung wasn’t sure whether it was of pain or pleasure.
His movements were uncoordinated and clumsy, he could feel it himself, but Jiho didn’t seem to mind. Especially not when Jiho twisted his own hips and eventually found the angle that had him screaming incoherently, nails raking along Kyung’s back and leaving burning marks in their wake.
“Faster, Kyung, shit, harder,” Jiho moaned right in his ear and Kyung did his best to follow his instructions. Jiho seemed satisfied with his work, back arching and moaning increasingly louder.
Kyung noticed when Jiho moved one of his hands from Kyung’s back to jack himself off in between their bodies. He wanted to do it for him, but he didn’t think he could manage it.
It was easy to notice when Jiho was close. He clenched around Kyung and his moans became even louder.
“Shit,” Kyung breathed at a particularly hard clench from Jiho before he emptied himself inside the other boy and collapsed half on top of him for a second time. Seconds later, a high-pitched whine left Jiho’s throat and his body jerked as his semen splattered across his chest and stomach.
Everything went silent except for their labored breaths and erratically beating hearts. Kyung was content where he was, half atop Jiho with his face buried in his friend’s neck, feeling pleasantly tingly all over and rather sleepy.
“Best sex ever,” Jiho murmured after a few minutes in silence. Kyung snorted.
“First sex ever,” he retorted. Jiho let out a hum.
“That too.” There was a rather long pause in which Jiho turned on his side and let his fingers card through Kyung’s hair. Kyung let out a purr-like sound. He always liked it when Jiho did that.
“Let’s wash up,” Jiho murmured and moved to pull away, but Kyung groaned and reached out to haul him back, flush against himself.
“No,” he protested sleepily, throwing a leg over Jiho’s hip so he wouldn’t be able to escape, “let’s sleep.”
Jiho tried to protest, but Kyung only held him harder with both arms and legs and eventually he succumbed. They were asleep within minutes, comfortably tangled and sharing the same oxygen.