(exo) so spark it up with lighter fuel & jumper cables.
so spark it up with lighter fuel & jumper cables.
exo. jongin/kyungsoo. nc17. 008. fingers.
- my first real exo fic. be kind to me ;o;
jongin has long fingers. they're not necessarily pretty, nor delicate, nor strong and supple. they're just hands. but he has long fingers. long fingers with pretty fingernails. they gleam when they catch the light. they're not quite even but they're kept short and clean. that's all kyungsoo needs, honestly.
the sound kyungsoo makes is short and sharp, choked, and jongin's hand pushes his head even more into the pillow. he's overheated, the cloth of the pillowcase is damp under his open mouth - it sticks to his cheek. he groans again.
"shut up, hyung," jongin says. his voice is almost pleasant.
the next sound kyungsoo makes is in frustration. his hair is uncomfortable where it's caught against his forehead.
jongin's fingers do this funny thing where they spread apart and twist and kyungsoo whimpers. his fingers are white-knuckled where they clench into the sheets on either side of his head, his shoulders ache from not moving. it's only been some ten minutes, sprawled underneath jongin's warm clothed body, but it feels like he's been here for hours, stuck in a dizzying purgatory of pleasure and frustration.
jongin presses his fingers deeper inside of him, they graze against his spot. fireworks explode behind kyungsoo's eyes and he surrenders. he'll take the teasing that comes later, he'll take the sly smirking reminders, he'll take it all. he wants wants wants so badly and jongin is the only one that can give him what he wants. his body gives a shudder that starts at his shoulders and travels all the way down to his hips. it takes all the engergy he has in his body but he shifts forward so he can get his knees underneath him, shoves his hips outwards. it's as wanton as it can get, a pure instinctual move that resonates down in his bones.
"please."
it's all he can manage to gasp while his head feels over-warm and close to shut-down. please, said on a stuttering moan. he can't be embarrassed because two of jongin's fingers inside of him isn't enough and they've driven him over the edge.
there's a moment of silence that makes him want to cry.
then jongin shifts, and his lips press against the back of kyungsoo's neck. "i've got you," he whispers. "i've always got you."
his fingers leave kyungsoo's body - kyungsoo bites his scream into the pillow. movement, quick and hurried, before jongin spreads himself against kyungsoo's back, a warm heavy weight. his kisses pepper the length of kyungsoo's neck as he sinks three fingers back inside of him and curls his hand around kyungsoo's cock. the rhythm of his fingers feels like a clock hand ticking, seconds thumping by with the beats of kyungsoo's heart as they press in and in and in and in. he jerks kyungsoo off steady, times the slide of his hand up with the thrust of his fingers inside. it's a devastating pleasure, white hot and numbing. kyungsoo doesn't stand a chance.
jongin slides a fourth finger home, kyungsoo goes stiff, his fingers drag over the head of his cock. the orgasm rolls slowly over him, but powerfully. its not an exploding moment of pure bliss, it's a dizzying ride into pleasure washing its way through his body.
jongin's fingers don't leave him when he's left panting and shivering. they settle inside of him like they're meant to be there, because jongin knows how empty kyungsoo can feel when he's left vulnerable in the afterglow. he settles his sticky hand possessively on kyungsoo's stomach and, together, they just breathe.
exo. jongin/kyungsoo. nc17. 008. fingers.
- my first real exo fic. be kind to me ;o;
jongin has long fingers. they're not necessarily pretty, nor delicate, nor strong and supple. they're just hands. but he has long fingers. long fingers with pretty fingernails. they gleam when they catch the light. they're not quite even but they're kept short and clean. that's all kyungsoo needs, honestly.
the sound kyungsoo makes is short and sharp, choked, and jongin's hand pushes his head even more into the pillow. he's overheated, the cloth of the pillowcase is damp under his open mouth - it sticks to his cheek. he groans again.
"shut up, hyung," jongin says. his voice is almost pleasant.
the next sound kyungsoo makes is in frustration. his hair is uncomfortable where it's caught against his forehead.
jongin's fingers do this funny thing where they spread apart and twist and kyungsoo whimpers. his fingers are white-knuckled where they clench into the sheets on either side of his head, his shoulders ache from not moving. it's only been some ten minutes, sprawled underneath jongin's warm clothed body, but it feels like he's been here for hours, stuck in a dizzying purgatory of pleasure and frustration.
jongin presses his fingers deeper inside of him, they graze against his spot. fireworks explode behind kyungsoo's eyes and he surrenders. he'll take the teasing that comes later, he'll take the sly smirking reminders, he'll take it all. he wants wants wants so badly and jongin is the only one that can give him what he wants. his body gives a shudder that starts at his shoulders and travels all the way down to his hips. it takes all the engergy he has in his body but he shifts forward so he can get his knees underneath him, shoves his hips outwards. it's as wanton as it can get, a pure instinctual move that resonates down in his bones.
"please."
it's all he can manage to gasp while his head feels over-warm and close to shut-down. please, said on a stuttering moan. he can't be embarrassed because two of jongin's fingers inside of him isn't enough and they've driven him over the edge.
there's a moment of silence that makes him want to cry.
then jongin shifts, and his lips press against the back of kyungsoo's neck. "i've got you," he whispers. "i've always got you."
his fingers leave kyungsoo's body - kyungsoo bites his scream into the pillow. movement, quick and hurried, before jongin spreads himself against kyungsoo's back, a warm heavy weight. his kisses pepper the length of kyungsoo's neck as he sinks three fingers back inside of him and curls his hand around kyungsoo's cock. the rhythm of his fingers feels like a clock hand ticking, seconds thumping by with the beats of kyungsoo's heart as they press in and in and in and in. he jerks kyungsoo off steady, times the slide of his hand up with the thrust of his fingers inside. it's a devastating pleasure, white hot and numbing. kyungsoo doesn't stand a chance.
jongin slides a fourth finger home, kyungsoo goes stiff, his fingers drag over the head of his cock. the orgasm rolls slowly over him, but powerfully. its not an exploding moment of pure bliss, it's a dizzying ride into pleasure washing its way through his body.
jongin's fingers don't leave him when he's left panting and shivering. they settle inside of him like they're meant to be there, because jongin knows how empty kyungsoo can feel when he's left vulnerable in the afterglow. he settles his sticky hand possessively on kyungsoo's stomach and, together, they just breathe.