dongwoon/kikwang: your bottle's almost empty
your bottle's almost empty
dongwoon/kikwang
r, angst
your bottle's almost empty.
empty bottles filled with logic and sanity were scattered across the wooden floor. white, vacant light soaked the solitary moon and tiny particles of faint illumination slitherted through the glass windows, shining on two bodies, unashamedly tangled and filled with something between the boundaries of love and verity. the bed cried gently under the weight of dongwoon and kikwang, and the air around them danced with a heated passion, skin coated with wet fervency.
dongwoon traced his delicate fingers over kikwang's body, leaving feathery touches against kikwang's skin and made kikwang sighed and gasped, and meaningless and not so meaningless whispers of sweet nothings and love promises were made between groans and moans.
his devilish fingers left pink, rosy trails on kikwang's skin, drawing downwards and downwards, until he stopped at kikwang's entrance and kikwang thinks he might be seeing stars and moon and everything-their future, in dongwoon's eyes.
kikwang spread his legs and begged dongwoon to love him, fingers grasping on the pale sheets desperately, knuchkles turning white and cheeks flushed with an intimate, dangerous red.
dongwoon smiled, lips curled and a stifling, low chuckle escaped from those irresistible lips, and thrusted in, hips moving along the lustful rhythm and the soft melody of kikwang's moans vibrated through the atmosphere.
kikwang looked at dongwoon through his half closed lids, a little breathless and scared. the way dongwoon whispered with a hidden grace, the way dongwoon moved with a hidden strength, the way dongwoon's eyes (so dark, so deep) stared straight back into his own with a hidden spark of nothingness; a spark filled with something that kikwang's unable to grasp, something kikwang yearned for, something maybe like love-or maybe just inanity lust. kikwang thinks dongwoon must be the devil, and he's suffocating him, little by little, bit by bit.
dongwoon thrusted his hips a few more times and growled, spilling inside kikwang and their lips connected again, heavy breaths exchanged between and kikwang cried-tears mixed with sweats and artificial love-because kikwang doesn't think he deserve this, kikwang doesn't think he deserve this.
and dongwoon doesn't stop. he left marks on kikwang's body and entered kikwang again, swallowing kikwang's pleas and muffled cries with his gentle, loving, fake smile.
they made love, over and over again, both drowned with wet kisses and unrestrainable desires.
(and when the morning comes, dongwoon would have disappeared and kikwang would open his tired eyes and screamed despairingly until his voice cracked and died and dongwoon would appear, with the same devilish whispers of love, under the same starless night sky, and everything would just start all over again.)
author's note:
i wrote smut, ahaha wtf i wrote smut 8|
idk, i love almost all the kikwang pairings, and i've always wanted to write kiwoon, and so this came out ;~;
dongwoon/kikwang
r, angst
your bottle's almost empty.
empty bottles filled with logic and sanity were scattered across the wooden floor. white, vacant light soaked the solitary moon and tiny particles of faint illumination slitherted through the glass windows, shining on two bodies, unashamedly tangled and filled with something between the boundaries of love and verity. the bed cried gently under the weight of dongwoon and kikwang, and the air around them danced with a heated passion, skin coated with wet fervency.
dongwoon traced his delicate fingers over kikwang's body, leaving feathery touches against kikwang's skin and made kikwang sighed and gasped, and meaningless and not so meaningless whispers of sweet nothings and love promises were made between groans and moans.
his devilish fingers left pink, rosy trails on kikwang's skin, drawing downwards and downwards, until he stopped at kikwang's entrance and kikwang thinks he might be seeing stars and moon and everything-their future, in dongwoon's eyes.
kikwang spread his legs and begged dongwoon to love him, fingers grasping on the pale sheets desperately, knuchkles turning white and cheeks flushed with an intimate, dangerous red.
dongwoon smiled, lips curled and a stifling, low chuckle escaped from those irresistible lips, and thrusted in, hips moving along the lustful rhythm and the soft melody of kikwang's moans vibrated through the atmosphere.
kikwang looked at dongwoon through his half closed lids, a little breathless and scared. the way dongwoon whispered with a hidden grace, the way dongwoon moved with a hidden strength, the way dongwoon's eyes (so dark, so deep) stared straight back into his own with a hidden spark of nothingness; a spark filled with something that kikwang's unable to grasp, something kikwang yearned for, something maybe like love-or maybe just inanity lust. kikwang thinks dongwoon must be the devil, and he's suffocating him, little by little, bit by bit.
dongwoon thrusted his hips a few more times and growled, spilling inside kikwang and their lips connected again, heavy breaths exchanged between and kikwang cried-tears mixed with sweats and artificial love-because kikwang doesn't think he deserve this, kikwang doesn't think he deserve this.
and dongwoon doesn't stop. he left marks on kikwang's body and entered kikwang again, swallowing kikwang's pleas and muffled cries with his gentle, loving, fake smile.
they made love, over and over again, both drowned with wet kisses and unrestrainable desires.
(and when the morning comes, dongwoon would have disappeared and kikwang would open his tired eyes and screamed despairingly until his voice cracked and died and dongwoon would appear, with the same devilish whispers of love, under the same starless night sky, and everything would just start all over again.)
author's note:
i wrote smut, ahaha wtf i wrote smut 8|
idk, i love almost all the kikwang pairings, and i've always wanted to write kiwoon, and so this came out ;~;