Couverture
Pairing: kaisoo
Genre: kingsman!au
Rating: NC-17
Note: Dedicated to cinnamonraindrops and a thank you to my beta.
Description: A bubble tea store opens up across the street from Galahad’s traditional tea shop and it just so happens to be owned by someone who is all too familiar. (from this prompt)
The dull beeping of a heart-rate monitor drips into Jongin’s unconscious mind and reels him back to reality where he stirs on bleached white sheets. A deep frown sinks into the corners of his split bottom lip as his hazy eyes steadily regain focus and he soaks in the familiar sight of white walls and ceilings.
“Dammit,” he wheezes under his breath as he assesses the damage this time. A distinct throb in his lower abdomen unearths the memory of a knife entering his body and deflating his lung. He must’ve been spared after passing out from a lack of oxygen as he doesn’t notice any other major injuries, only minor cuts and bruises from getting the shit beaten out of him. Again.
Kyungsoo must not have wanted to clean the blood off of the fancy furniture in his tea shop.
At least his balls are still intact.
Jongin presses the green button on the remote by his bedside, calling for the nurse to let her know that he’s awake. He’s still thoroughly sulking in the dregs of his shameful defeat as he goes through the process that is all too routine to him now: notify the nurse of his consciousness, go for a final check with the doctor, and the worst part: signing the release statement and getting a receipt stating that his hospital bill has been paid for by ‘Galahad.’
Jongin doesn’t want to admit that the tiny heart scribbled next to the signature brings a smile to his swollen face every time.
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Kyungsoo closes his eyes and inhales the crisp, mid-Autumn glow that’s dusted with the spicy-sweet notes of drying leaves and an early onset of winter holiday treats along the churning shopping district sidewalk. He lets the brilliant sunlight warm him inside and out, imagines that he’s an old photograph whose colors are being revitalized by nature.
His joyous thoughts come to a screeching halt when he opens his eyes though, adjusts his round glasses, and narrows his eyelids at the ridiculously cheerful sight of the colorful new storefront across the street: bubblegum pinks and sky blues portraying fluffy clouds and adorable bunnies drinking--
“Bubble tea,” he grits poisonously under his breath, arms folded across his chest--but careful not to crinkle his double-breasted wool and linen blend suit. And he thinks that someone must be absolutely daft to willingly put pudding and tapioca into the most noble of all beverages: tea. Tea! The very thought itself is outright blasphemous.
Kyungsoo’s customized Bremont wristwatch ticks 3:30 and his eyebrow twitches ever-so-slightly when a handsome young lad wanders outside the bubble tea shop to adjust the potted plants decorating the entrance. There’s a certain kind of fluidity in the man’s movements that captivates Kyungsoo’s interest; the second he turns around and spots Kyungsoo looking at him, he smiles and waves politely.
Kyungsoo tries his best not to look flustered by the sudden show of kindness and ends up scrunching his face into a malicious glare instead. But, that’s when they recognize each other and Kyungsoo’s glare deepens as he stares at the one man who’s ever landed a chink in his razor-sharp armor.
He who should have been Lancelot.
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Jongin’s irises widened to account for the lack of light within the confines of the store, the dusky and distant glow of a streetlight melting through the darkness from the shopfront window the only source of luminosity as the drab tea canisters amplify shadows. He cautiously weaves around the wooden tables and chairs and slows his breathing to reduce the amount of noise going through his perked ears. His knife glints slightly on stray rays of light as he’s poised to take out the threat that he knows is lurking at the edge of his senses.
He almost regrets breaking into Kyungsoo’s shop in the middle of the night out of sheer curiosity, the cafe aptly named King Arthur’s Tea Room. What a lame cover for a Kingsman, the thought nearly makes Jongin chuckle with a mocking air. He doesn’t have time to be making fun of his competitor though because--
There’s a slight whoosh of air from just behind him and Jongin turns just a tad too slow, resulting in a shallow slash starting from his shoulder and along the length his abdomen. He manages to take out the lower buttons of his attacker’s pressed, blue button-down though. --And there’s the grating of metal against metal as their hand-knives meet, the sound not unlike the screeching of chalkboards, as they fight for dominance. Then, a brisk ring lacerates the space as they break apart, Jongin’s fist reacting first as he goes for an uppercut into the diaphragm.
But, Kyungsoo is too fast, has already blocked his wrist and hooked his ankle behind Jongin’s to topple them both over onto a table. Jongin tries to position his knife so that the other man will land on it, but Kyungsoo’s too fast and ends up just barely missing it as he lands on his side along the other half of Jongin’s body.
Jongin grunts when he feels the hard wood of the table slam against his back and he manages to grab Kyungsoo’s open shirt, tugs him roughly towards himself. Much to Kyungsoo’s own advantage, he takes the force from being pulled to increase his momentum as he goes in for a stab right in Jongin’s shoulder. But, he’s intercepted by his opponent’s knife.
“So, what brings you here after hours?” Kyungsoo huffs, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead. It’s unexpectedly sexy and Jongin wonders if it would be rude to ask for a quick fuck for old time’s sake.
“I’m here as a customer, obviously,” he replies, voice thin as his arm begins to shake from the sheer strength with which Kyungsoo is forcing his knife down on him. He clearly has the advantage of gravity, but Jongin will be damned if he lets him win this time.
“Really,” Kyungsoo responds, eyebrows raised as he’s highly amused by this answer. “Well, then I should give you the special treatment reserved only for VIP’s.”
And that’s when he slams his knee down on Jongin’s crotch and swings his own knife down under the bottom of Jongin’s ribcage, jabbing it up into his lung. Jongin gasps, face in a state of panic as the pain scratches through his veins and he loses oxygen.
As his vision runs black, he swears he feels Kyungsoo tenderly running the back of his hand against his cheek.
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Two and a half weeks after the incident, Jongin finally manages to make it back to running his business. An incredibly annoyed expression plasters itself to his face as he watches the crowds of people mulling about the tea store across the street, a line forming along the sidewalk as they all wait to try the limited edition signature blend that was coincidentally released the morning after Kyungsoo had incapacitated him.
At exactly 3:30, Kyungsoo comes wandering out of the cramped storefront--always careful not to ruin his woolen suit of course--and crosses his arms in front of his chest, smirks in victory. Jongin scoffs back, crossing his arms as best as he can without irritating his knife wound.
Sly bastard, Jongin shoots mentally, hopes Kyungsoo feels the insult in his pressed pink panties like the over-glorified princess he is.
A car passes in between them and, when it’s gone, so is Kyungsoo.
A thrill of terrifying panic zings through Jongin as he stiffens in instinctual fear. It’s been a number of years since he’s left the Kingsman training academy and his fighting skills are rusty at best, could never match up to his greatest opponent at this point in his life. He gasps when he feels a presence next to him and Kyungsoo’s standing beside him, leans his head on Jongin’s shoulder and looks up at him with those horrifyingly cute eyes of his. They blow life back into some vivid memories and a softness flushes the ill feelings that were tensing Jongin’s face.
“You ruined my favorite shirt the other day,” Kyungsoo states nonchalantly, turning his eyes to look at the lovely front of his tea room as pride blooms in his chest from the thriving sight.
“So?” he quips back; Jongin knows that he’s acting like a snotty little boy because he also knows exactly what the other man is going to say next so, he says it simultaneously.
“Courtesy is as much a mark of a gentleman as courage.”
Kyungsoo quiets after hearing it from Jongin’s mouth, hadn’t expected him to remember such idealistic quotes from years and years ago. His facial features turn distant and glossy as he reminisces in the fiery emotions they once shared--the ones he still holds--and his heart tightens painfully. He blinks once to snap himself out of it but, by the time he does so, Jongin’s already regretted his words.
“I’ll buy you a new one. The blue Prince of Wales cotton shirt from Turnbull & Asser, right?”
Kyungsoo straightens and adjusts his glasses, doesn’t think he can stand to be here in this specific man’s presence anymore lest he risk tearing open his scars. “Nevermind. I don’t need it,” he replies snappily, turns on his heel to stalk away into the lines and curves of eye-catching stores and signs.
Jongin wonders if either of them will ever get over the past.
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Their sleeping quarters underneath of the Kingsman training academy were bare and made of a polished metal; the cold atmosphere was to prevent any sentimentality from taking root. After all, nothing thrives in places that lack warmth.
Merlin had brought him to this place, the place that would forever change his life despite the short amount of time he had spent there. Jongin most vividly remembers seeing Kyungsoo for the first time. The feelings that had ignited in his chest, had consumed his entire being, had set his soul on fire the second he laid eyes on him are eternally branded inside of him and only the word beautiful played through his head.
In an attempt to kindle camaraderie, Jongin had made an effort to try to talk to him after their first training session with their companion dogs earlier that day. He licked his lips multiple times in nervousness as he followed a few steps behind Kyungsoo back to their quarters, rehearsing what he would say to him as he carried his new poodle in his arms. Just make small talk, Jongin. You’re smooth. You’re cool. Alright. He exchanged a look of encouragement with the dog and the second he opened his mouth--
“If we both make it through this, I’ll let you do me.”
Jongin forgot to swallow. His face was frozen in a state of shock as he tried to process what had just happened; he’s not sure if he was the one who had just said that or if it was Kyungsoo, to be honest. Then, Kyungsoo turned to give him a seductive gaze, eyes half-lidded and biting his bottom lip for a second before grinning mischievously. “Deal?”
Wait, okay, Kyungsoo did say that.
“Deal,” Jongin parrots dumbly, can’t believe he just got an invitation into someone’s asshole.
And so started their relationship.
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Jongin closes his bubble tea store at 10 o’clock sharp, had let all of his employees go home fifteen minutes prior. As he turns to head towards his parked car, he spots the tiniest of lights at the back of King Arthur’s Tea Room; he realizes that Kyungsoo is staying late again tonight, no doubt on official Kingsman business and definitely not traditional tea.
He really can’t afford to get another hole ripped into his abdomen by intruding onto enemy territory for kicks and giggles like he always does, especially since business has been slowed due to the last injury and Kyungsoo’s superior skills at exploiting promotional opportunities. He heads over, nonetheless, his desire to see his love interest overpowering his rationality.
He makes an obvious entrance like he always does, brusquely shoves the front door open and listens to the cacophonous ringing of the entry bell. Usually, the lights in the back room would turn off immediately and they’d engage in a dangerous battle of hide-and-seek but, today, Kyungsoo lazily stalks to his office door and leans against the doorframe with a half-filled wine glass in his hand.
“I apologize for the inconvenience, sir, but the shop is currently closed so I’m going to have to politely ask you to return again during our hours of business,” Kyungsoo greets, an unamused expression playing on his face as he gazes at the intruder through his glasses, sips his red wine.
Jongin ignores him and proceeds to wander around the store, taking long steps and looking carefully at the furniture in mock interest. “You know,” he begins, “I thought you were a fan of Ernest Hemingway in saying, ‘there is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ So, what’s with this competition with my bubble tea shop?”
Kyungsoo glares menacingly at him, can’t help the torrential anger flooding through his body right now as Jongin draws closer. His free hand tightens into a fist and his fingertips are digging crescents into his palm. Jongin comes to a point where he decides to breach the other man’s personal space, forcefully tilts his chin up to look at him.
And that’s when Kyungsoo loses control and smashes his wine glass against the side of the other man’s head, an action that Jongin only manages to half-dodge. He throws a few punches in Jongin’s direction and grabs the bottom line of buttons on his shirt, tears them out with threads and plastic flying in all directions. Kyungsoo opens up a vulnerable space as he does so though, one that Jongin fully takes advantage of as he clutches onto his shoulder and topples them over onto a bunch of chairs.
One of the eyes of Kyungsoo’s glasses shatters as he hits it on a chair on the way down, but he pays it no mind as he punches Jongin across the face and rips the rest of his shirt open. “This is all your fault!” he screams, getting Jongin’s knee slammed into his side the next moment. He takes the momentum in that split-second and throws Jongin off of him though. Since the hold that was on his clothes is gone now, he hurries to the cashier stand and slings a glass candleholder in his opponent’s direction; Jongin promptly avoids it and charges at him. He rams him into the giant canisters of tea on the shelves behind the cash register, knocking a few heavy containers over onto them and spilling dry leaves and flower petals onto the floor.
Their clothes are sticking to their sweat-slicked bodies as Kyungsoo reaches for the Tokarev he keeps behind the counter. Jongin grips his wrist and the waist of his pants though, drags him away from the gun. Irritated, Kyungsoo swings his leg up and lands a knee to the head, which makes Jongin groan in pain. He uses the temporary freedom to snatch the gun and roll around to straddle Jongin, shoves the gun in between his eyebrows. He cocks it.
Out of breath, Jongin unwaveringly looks him in the eye and says, “Shoot me!”
“If I shot you, I’d have more guts than you’d ever have!” Kyungsoo hisses, hits him across the face with the gun instead, throws it aside to choke him with his bare hands. He watches as Jongin’s expression contorts into one of agony. “You bloody wanker! How dare you choose a measly dog over me!”
Jongin thumps the ground with his hand twice and the grip around his neck loosens. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Kyungsoo asserts poisonously.
“That’s what you’ve been angry about for all of these years?” Jongin confirms, coughing and gasping to let air back into his deprived lungs. He’s still partially recovering from his deflated lung from a couple weeks ago. “You’re mad because you think I love my dog more than you?”
Kyungsoo tightens his grip again and clenches his teeth at the response. “You’re as daft as a bush! You bloody failed the final test just because you couldn’t--for the love of God--shoot that useless beast during the final test like Arthur had told you to!”
Jongin tries to form words through the strangling as his face morphs into a red-purple blotch. “It--wasn’t like… I chose Monggu’s life… over yours!” This answer gets him a crisp slap across the face, but at least one of the hands on his neck is gone.
“The bullet was a blank! Any chav with a brain could tell by the weight of the gun!” Kyungsoo exclaims, frustrated because he’s finally pouring out all of the blackness that he’s bottled up in his heart for all of these years. “You were supposed to become Lancelot and we were supposed to fuck on Merlin’s bed after the induction ceremony!”
“We can still fuck!” Jongin counters. “It won’t be on Merlin’s bed, but we can still fuck!”
Kyungsoo’s face shifts from a storm of absolute anger to one of sadness as he sits back on Jongin’s pelvis; he sighs as he scrubs his face with both hands from under his glasses. Jongin sits up and wraps an arm around the back of Kyungsoo’s waist, pulls him closer as he removes a hand from the other’s face. “Look, I’m sorry,” he apologizes sincerely. “I know you’re not really mad about the sex--”
“--Yes I am.” Kyungsoo giggles a bit, a hand still over one half of his face. And in a split-second, the happy attitude turns into a sob as his expression crinkles and he tries to hold in the tears as he shakily admits, “I thought it was all fake: when you touched me, when you smiled at me, all of it.”
“None of it was fake,” comes the whisper, complete with a kiss on the cheek. “All of it’s still real… even now.”
When their lips meet, Kyungsoo feels the thrill of excitement from their days in the academy but also as if he’s been suffocating all of these years as his breaths come out shallow and hitched. His hands find themselves on both of Jongin’s cheeks and he remembers the deliciously dark flavor of his mouth, remembers just how hot and wet the inside is and it’s like drowning in fluttery nostalgia over and over again.
His breath is racing when they separate and he wants him so much, undoes his belt and urges him to lean back as he tugs his pants down. It brings him back to Dressing Room 3 on Savile Row when he’d suck him off just like this, misses having Jongin’s dick in his mouth. He licks the precum from the tip slowly, deliberately as he savors the taste. He wraps his fingers around the shaft and squeezes him as he strokes, pretty lips still stretched around the tip.
Jongin watches lustfully as Kyungsoo runs the side of his tongue up and down the length. “Do you like blowing me that much?” He chuckles when Kyungsoo’s cheeks flush crimson, the pace of his hand speeding up as it pleasures him.
“Shut up,” Kyungsoo retorts weakly, takes him back into his scorching mouth as he sucks harder and hollows his cheeks. Jongin gasps, can’t help but gently thrust deep into the back of his throat. And he’s engulfed in desire as he watches himself disappear in between Kyungsoo’s glistening lips, quickening his pace as his climax swells.
Kyungsoo strokes him into completion, mouth open greedily as he gets cum over his cheeks and broken glasses. He licks a line across his lips and pulls his own pants down, cock throbbing as he removes his glasses as well. Jongin urges him to stand up and bend over onto the counter; his fingers knead Kyungsoo’s luscious ass, spreading it open and running his thumb along the rim teasingly. “Stop,” Kyungsoo whines, annoyed.
“Shh, just let me play with it a little.” He dips the tip of his thumb inside and then out again, licks his lips at the sight as he swipes up some of his stray cum and lubes his fingers with it. A sinful moan tears through Kyungsoo’s throat when two fingers penetrate him, curving upwards and oh-so-close to that special spot of his. His cheek is flush against the cool countertop, pants pooled around his ankles as his knees buckle slightly with each push.
And Jongin likes listening to Kyungsoo’s mewls, hasn’t felt this turned on in his life since the first time they jerked off against each other in a shower stall after everyone was asleep. He slows his pace and dances his fingers up the other’s back, underneath his tattered shirt and along the smooth curves of his back. He leans over to plant butterfly kisses along his spine and Kyungsoo squirms as another finger enters him and hits his g-spot.
The added fingers on his nipple makes his mind go blank and he ruts his hips to feel him even deeper inside, so impatient to get off because it hurts. Kyungsoo’s on the verge of tears as each movement brings him closer and closer to falling over the edge until it finally hits him hard, pulsing through his body as everything gets washed in pleasure.
Jongin removes his sticky fingers and lubes himself with more cum, excitement thrumming through his chest as he presses against Kyungsoo’s soft ass. Patience, he tells himself as he eases inside steadily, a hand wrapped around Kyungsoo’s elbow and pinning it down against the counter for balance. And Jongin hears a delectable moan tumble from his lover when he’s all the way in, pausing for a moment to let him adjust.
He pulls out almost completely and thrusts back in slowly, savoring the delicious sensation of being squeezed on all sides. And that’s when Kyungsoo reaches back and grabs Jongin’s pants, which are riding in the middle of his thighs, and whimpers, “Deeper.”
Fine, I don’t even care anymore, Jongin thinks, was concerned about hurting him but to hell with that. So, he fucks him rough and dirty, snapping his hips against his ass. He molds both of his hands on either side of Kyungsoo’s waist, holding him still as he goes as fast as he can. He’s been waiting for this for a long time and hearing his name flowing from Kyungsoo’s mouth is so hot.
He slows and pulls out when he hears that Kyungsoo’s out of breath; and Kyungsoo gruffly moves him onto the floor, fragrant tea leaves still scattered along the tiles as he gets on top of him. He slides down on Jongin easily, a hand coming to his own nipple and fondling it as he rides him. And Jongin thrusts upwards to meet him as he comes down, hitting him even deeper and earning him a breathless cry.
Kyungsoo leans over and hungrily presses their lips together, hasn’t drank his fill of Jongin yet as he opens his mouth. He feels a hand wrap around the base of his length, stroking him at the same pace as their quickening motion and he can already feel the sensation of his orgasm bubbling to the surface again.
Jongin flips him over without pulling out and plunges into him, making sure to hit his sweet spot with every maddening thrust. His breaths become more and more shallow as he nears his climax again, the squeezing of Kyungsoo’s walls around him driving him insane. And Kyungsoo reaches his first, thighs tightening around his waist as Jongin spills inside of him; he rides through it though, head tilted back in pleasure as white floods his vision.
Kyungsoo laces their hands together in that quiet moment afterwards, sits up and rests his temple against Jongin’s heart as he calms his breathing. It’s more intimate than they’ve ever been with anyone throughout the years and Jongin plants another kiss on the shell of his ear.
“I’ll buy you another suit this time, I swear,” Jongin states, laughs when Kyungsoo does. “But I can’t promise that it won’t be ruined, you know.”
“Just like how you just ruined my shop?” Kyungsoo counters weakly, absently staring at the broken, handcrafted containers and the rare, dried flowers.
“If I close down my bubble tea store, will you sneak me into headquarters and let me do you on Merlin’s bed?” comes the compromise, complete with a silly grin. Kyungsoo pulls back to stare at Jongin’s face to make sure that he hasn’t gone crazy from fucking too hard and, when he realizes that he’s serious, a grin breaks out on his face as well.
“Yes.”
Genre: kingsman!au
Rating: NC-17
Note: Dedicated to cinnamonraindrops and a thank you to my beta.
Description: A bubble tea store opens up across the street from Galahad’s traditional tea shop and it just so happens to be owned by someone who is all too familiar. (from this prompt)
The dull beeping of a heart-rate monitor drips into Jongin’s unconscious mind and reels him back to reality where he stirs on bleached white sheets. A deep frown sinks into the corners of his split bottom lip as his hazy eyes steadily regain focus and he soaks in the familiar sight of white walls and ceilings.
“Dammit,” he wheezes under his breath as he assesses the damage this time. A distinct throb in his lower abdomen unearths the memory of a knife entering his body and deflating his lung. He must’ve been spared after passing out from a lack of oxygen as he doesn’t notice any other major injuries, only minor cuts and bruises from getting the shit beaten out of him. Again.
Kyungsoo must not have wanted to clean the blood off of the fancy furniture in his tea shop.
At least his balls are still intact.
Jongin presses the green button on the remote by his bedside, calling for the nurse to let her know that he’s awake. He’s still thoroughly sulking in the dregs of his shameful defeat as he goes through the process that is all too routine to him now: notify the nurse of his consciousness, go for a final check with the doctor, and the worst part: signing the release statement and getting a receipt stating that his hospital bill has been paid for by ‘Galahad.’
Jongin doesn’t want to admit that the tiny heart scribbled next to the signature brings a smile to his swollen face every time.
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Kyungsoo closes his eyes and inhales the crisp, mid-Autumn glow that’s dusted with the spicy-sweet notes of drying leaves and an early onset of winter holiday treats along the churning shopping district sidewalk. He lets the brilliant sunlight warm him inside and out, imagines that he’s an old photograph whose colors are being revitalized by nature.
His joyous thoughts come to a screeching halt when he opens his eyes though, adjusts his round glasses, and narrows his eyelids at the ridiculously cheerful sight of the colorful new storefront across the street: bubblegum pinks and sky blues portraying fluffy clouds and adorable bunnies drinking--
“Bubble tea,” he grits poisonously under his breath, arms folded across his chest--but careful not to crinkle his double-breasted wool and linen blend suit. And he thinks that someone must be absolutely daft to willingly put pudding and tapioca into the most noble of all beverages: tea. Tea! The very thought itself is outright blasphemous.
Kyungsoo’s customized Bremont wristwatch ticks 3:30 and his eyebrow twitches ever-so-slightly when a handsome young lad wanders outside the bubble tea shop to adjust the potted plants decorating the entrance. There’s a certain kind of fluidity in the man’s movements that captivates Kyungsoo’s interest; the second he turns around and spots Kyungsoo looking at him, he smiles and waves politely.
Kyungsoo tries his best not to look flustered by the sudden show of kindness and ends up scrunching his face into a malicious glare instead. But, that’s when they recognize each other and Kyungsoo’s glare deepens as he stares at the one man who’s ever landed a chink in his razor-sharp armor.
He who should have been Lancelot.
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Jongin’s irises widened to account for the lack of light within the confines of the store, the dusky and distant glow of a streetlight melting through the darkness from the shopfront window the only source of luminosity as the drab tea canisters amplify shadows. He cautiously weaves around the wooden tables and chairs and slows his breathing to reduce the amount of noise going through his perked ears. His knife glints slightly on stray rays of light as he’s poised to take out the threat that he knows is lurking at the edge of his senses.
He almost regrets breaking into Kyungsoo’s shop in the middle of the night out of sheer curiosity, the cafe aptly named King Arthur’s Tea Room. What a lame cover for a Kingsman, the thought nearly makes Jongin chuckle with a mocking air. He doesn’t have time to be making fun of his competitor though because--
There’s a slight whoosh of air from just behind him and Jongin turns just a tad too slow, resulting in a shallow slash starting from his shoulder and along the length his abdomen. He manages to take out the lower buttons of his attacker’s pressed, blue button-down though. --And there’s the grating of metal against metal as their hand-knives meet, the sound not unlike the screeching of chalkboards, as they fight for dominance. Then, a brisk ring lacerates the space as they break apart, Jongin’s fist reacting first as he goes for an uppercut into the diaphragm.
But, Kyungsoo is too fast, has already blocked his wrist and hooked his ankle behind Jongin’s to topple them both over onto a table. Jongin tries to position his knife so that the other man will land on it, but Kyungsoo’s too fast and ends up just barely missing it as he lands on his side along the other half of Jongin’s body.
Jongin grunts when he feels the hard wood of the table slam against his back and he manages to grab Kyungsoo’s open shirt, tugs him roughly towards himself. Much to Kyungsoo’s own advantage, he takes the force from being pulled to increase his momentum as he goes in for a stab right in Jongin’s shoulder. But, he’s intercepted by his opponent’s knife.
“So, what brings you here after hours?” Kyungsoo huffs, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead. It’s unexpectedly sexy and Jongin wonders if it would be rude to ask for a quick fuck for old time’s sake.
“I’m here as a customer, obviously,” he replies, voice thin as his arm begins to shake from the sheer strength with which Kyungsoo is forcing his knife down on him. He clearly has the advantage of gravity, but Jongin will be damned if he lets him win this time.
“Really,” Kyungsoo responds, eyebrows raised as he’s highly amused by this answer. “Well, then I should give you the special treatment reserved only for VIP’s.”
And that’s when he slams his knee down on Jongin’s crotch and swings his own knife down under the bottom of Jongin’s ribcage, jabbing it up into his lung. Jongin gasps, face in a state of panic as the pain scratches through his veins and he loses oxygen.
As his vision runs black, he swears he feels Kyungsoo tenderly running the back of his hand against his cheek.
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Two and a half weeks after the incident, Jongin finally manages to make it back to running his business. An incredibly annoyed expression plasters itself to his face as he watches the crowds of people mulling about the tea store across the street, a line forming along the sidewalk as they all wait to try the limited edition signature blend that was coincidentally released the morning after Kyungsoo had incapacitated him.
At exactly 3:30, Kyungsoo comes wandering out of the cramped storefront--always careful not to ruin his woolen suit of course--and crosses his arms in front of his chest, smirks in victory. Jongin scoffs back, crossing his arms as best as he can without irritating his knife wound.
Sly bastard, Jongin shoots mentally, hopes Kyungsoo feels the insult in his pressed pink panties like the over-glorified princess he is.
A car passes in between them and, when it’s gone, so is Kyungsoo.
A thrill of terrifying panic zings through Jongin as he stiffens in instinctual fear. It’s been a number of years since he’s left the Kingsman training academy and his fighting skills are rusty at best, could never match up to his greatest opponent at this point in his life. He gasps when he feels a presence next to him and Kyungsoo’s standing beside him, leans his head on Jongin’s shoulder and looks up at him with those horrifyingly cute eyes of his. They blow life back into some vivid memories and a softness flushes the ill feelings that were tensing Jongin’s face.
“You ruined my favorite shirt the other day,” Kyungsoo states nonchalantly, turning his eyes to look at the lovely front of his tea room as pride blooms in his chest from the thriving sight.
“So?” he quips back; Jongin knows that he’s acting like a snotty little boy because he also knows exactly what the other man is going to say next so, he says it simultaneously.
“Courtesy is as much a mark of a gentleman as courage.”
Kyungsoo quiets after hearing it from Jongin’s mouth, hadn’t expected him to remember such idealistic quotes from years and years ago. His facial features turn distant and glossy as he reminisces in the fiery emotions they once shared--the ones he still holds--and his heart tightens painfully. He blinks once to snap himself out of it but, by the time he does so, Jongin’s already regretted his words.
“I’ll buy you a new one. The blue Prince of Wales cotton shirt from Turnbull & Asser, right?”
Kyungsoo straightens and adjusts his glasses, doesn’t think he can stand to be here in this specific man’s presence anymore lest he risk tearing open his scars. “Nevermind. I don’t need it,” he replies snappily, turns on his heel to stalk away into the lines and curves of eye-catching stores and signs.
Jongin wonders if either of them will ever get over the past.
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Their sleeping quarters underneath of the Kingsman training academy were bare and made of a polished metal; the cold atmosphere was to prevent any sentimentality from taking root. After all, nothing thrives in places that lack warmth.
Merlin had brought him to this place, the place that would forever change his life despite the short amount of time he had spent there. Jongin most vividly remembers seeing Kyungsoo for the first time. The feelings that had ignited in his chest, had consumed his entire being, had set his soul on fire the second he laid eyes on him are eternally branded inside of him and only the word beautiful played through his head.
In an attempt to kindle camaraderie, Jongin had made an effort to try to talk to him after their first training session with their companion dogs earlier that day. He licked his lips multiple times in nervousness as he followed a few steps behind Kyungsoo back to their quarters, rehearsing what he would say to him as he carried his new poodle in his arms. Just make small talk, Jongin. You’re smooth. You’re cool. Alright. He exchanged a look of encouragement with the dog and the second he opened his mouth--
“If we both make it through this, I’ll let you do me.”
Jongin forgot to swallow. His face was frozen in a state of shock as he tried to process what had just happened; he’s not sure if he was the one who had just said that or if it was Kyungsoo, to be honest. Then, Kyungsoo turned to give him a seductive gaze, eyes half-lidded and biting his bottom lip for a second before grinning mischievously. “Deal?”
Wait, okay, Kyungsoo did say that.
“Deal,” Jongin parrots dumbly, can’t believe he just got an invitation into someone’s asshole.
And so started their relationship.
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Jongin closes his bubble tea store at 10 o’clock sharp, had let all of his employees go home fifteen minutes prior. As he turns to head towards his parked car, he spots the tiniest of lights at the back of King Arthur’s Tea Room; he realizes that Kyungsoo is staying late again tonight, no doubt on official Kingsman business and definitely not traditional tea.
He really can’t afford to get another hole ripped into his abdomen by intruding onto enemy territory for kicks and giggles like he always does, especially since business has been slowed due to the last injury and Kyungsoo’s superior skills at exploiting promotional opportunities. He heads over, nonetheless, his desire to see his love interest overpowering his rationality.
He makes an obvious entrance like he always does, brusquely shoves the front door open and listens to the cacophonous ringing of the entry bell. Usually, the lights in the back room would turn off immediately and they’d engage in a dangerous battle of hide-and-seek but, today, Kyungsoo lazily stalks to his office door and leans against the doorframe with a half-filled wine glass in his hand.
“I apologize for the inconvenience, sir, but the shop is currently closed so I’m going to have to politely ask you to return again during our hours of business,” Kyungsoo greets, an unamused expression playing on his face as he gazes at the intruder through his glasses, sips his red wine.
Jongin ignores him and proceeds to wander around the store, taking long steps and looking carefully at the furniture in mock interest. “You know,” he begins, “I thought you were a fan of Ernest Hemingway in saying, ‘there is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ So, what’s with this competition with my bubble tea shop?”
Kyungsoo glares menacingly at him, can’t help the torrential anger flooding through his body right now as Jongin draws closer. His free hand tightens into a fist and his fingertips are digging crescents into his palm. Jongin comes to a point where he decides to breach the other man’s personal space, forcefully tilts his chin up to look at him.
And that’s when Kyungsoo loses control and smashes his wine glass against the side of the other man’s head, an action that Jongin only manages to half-dodge. He throws a few punches in Jongin’s direction and grabs the bottom line of buttons on his shirt, tears them out with threads and plastic flying in all directions. Kyungsoo opens up a vulnerable space as he does so though, one that Jongin fully takes advantage of as he clutches onto his shoulder and topples them over onto a bunch of chairs.
One of the eyes of Kyungsoo’s glasses shatters as he hits it on a chair on the way down, but he pays it no mind as he punches Jongin across the face and rips the rest of his shirt open. “This is all your fault!” he screams, getting Jongin’s knee slammed into his side the next moment. He takes the momentum in that split-second and throws Jongin off of him though. Since the hold that was on his clothes is gone now, he hurries to the cashier stand and slings a glass candleholder in his opponent’s direction; Jongin promptly avoids it and charges at him. He rams him into the giant canisters of tea on the shelves behind the cash register, knocking a few heavy containers over onto them and spilling dry leaves and flower petals onto the floor.
Their clothes are sticking to their sweat-slicked bodies as Kyungsoo reaches for the Tokarev he keeps behind the counter. Jongin grips his wrist and the waist of his pants though, drags him away from the gun. Irritated, Kyungsoo swings his leg up and lands a knee to the head, which makes Jongin groan in pain. He uses the temporary freedom to snatch the gun and roll around to straddle Jongin, shoves the gun in between his eyebrows. He cocks it.
Out of breath, Jongin unwaveringly looks him in the eye and says, “Shoot me!”
“If I shot you, I’d have more guts than you’d ever have!” Kyungsoo hisses, hits him across the face with the gun instead, throws it aside to choke him with his bare hands. He watches as Jongin’s expression contorts into one of agony. “You bloody wanker! How dare you choose a measly dog over me!”
Jongin thumps the ground with his hand twice and the grip around his neck loosens. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Kyungsoo asserts poisonously.
“That’s what you’ve been angry about for all of these years?” Jongin confirms, coughing and gasping to let air back into his deprived lungs. He’s still partially recovering from his deflated lung from a couple weeks ago. “You’re mad because you think I love my dog more than you?”
Kyungsoo tightens his grip again and clenches his teeth at the response. “You’re as daft as a bush! You bloody failed the final test just because you couldn’t--for the love of God--shoot that useless beast during the final test like Arthur had told you to!”
Jongin tries to form words through the strangling as his face morphs into a red-purple blotch. “It--wasn’t like… I chose Monggu’s life… over yours!” This answer gets him a crisp slap across the face, but at least one of the hands on his neck is gone.
“The bullet was a blank! Any chav with a brain could tell by the weight of the gun!” Kyungsoo exclaims, frustrated because he’s finally pouring out all of the blackness that he’s bottled up in his heart for all of these years. “You were supposed to become Lancelot and we were supposed to fuck on Merlin’s bed after the induction ceremony!”
“We can still fuck!” Jongin counters. “It won’t be on Merlin’s bed, but we can still fuck!”
Kyungsoo’s face shifts from a storm of absolute anger to one of sadness as he sits back on Jongin’s pelvis; he sighs as he scrubs his face with both hands from under his glasses. Jongin sits up and wraps an arm around the back of Kyungsoo’s waist, pulls him closer as he removes a hand from the other’s face. “Look, I’m sorry,” he apologizes sincerely. “I know you’re not really mad about the sex--”
“--Yes I am.” Kyungsoo giggles a bit, a hand still over one half of his face. And in a split-second, the happy attitude turns into a sob as his expression crinkles and he tries to hold in the tears as he shakily admits, “I thought it was all fake: when you touched me, when you smiled at me, all of it.”
“None of it was fake,” comes the whisper, complete with a kiss on the cheek. “All of it’s still real… even now.”
When their lips meet, Kyungsoo feels the thrill of excitement from their days in the academy but also as if he’s been suffocating all of these years as his breaths come out shallow and hitched. His hands find themselves on both of Jongin’s cheeks and he remembers the deliciously dark flavor of his mouth, remembers just how hot and wet the inside is and it’s like drowning in fluttery nostalgia over and over again.
His breath is racing when they separate and he wants him so much, undoes his belt and urges him to lean back as he tugs his pants down. It brings him back to Dressing Room 3 on Savile Row when he’d suck him off just like this, misses having Jongin’s dick in his mouth. He licks the precum from the tip slowly, deliberately as he savors the taste. He wraps his fingers around the shaft and squeezes him as he strokes, pretty lips still stretched around the tip.
Jongin watches lustfully as Kyungsoo runs the side of his tongue up and down the length. “Do you like blowing me that much?” He chuckles when Kyungsoo’s cheeks flush crimson, the pace of his hand speeding up as it pleasures him.
“Shut up,” Kyungsoo retorts weakly, takes him back into his scorching mouth as he sucks harder and hollows his cheeks. Jongin gasps, can’t help but gently thrust deep into the back of his throat. And he’s engulfed in desire as he watches himself disappear in between Kyungsoo’s glistening lips, quickening his pace as his climax swells.
Kyungsoo strokes him into completion, mouth open greedily as he gets cum over his cheeks and broken glasses. He licks a line across his lips and pulls his own pants down, cock throbbing as he removes his glasses as well. Jongin urges him to stand up and bend over onto the counter; his fingers knead Kyungsoo’s luscious ass, spreading it open and running his thumb along the rim teasingly. “Stop,” Kyungsoo whines, annoyed.
“Shh, just let me play with it a little.” He dips the tip of his thumb inside and then out again, licks his lips at the sight as he swipes up some of his stray cum and lubes his fingers with it. A sinful moan tears through Kyungsoo’s throat when two fingers penetrate him, curving upwards and oh-so-close to that special spot of his. His cheek is flush against the cool countertop, pants pooled around his ankles as his knees buckle slightly with each push.
And Jongin likes listening to Kyungsoo’s mewls, hasn’t felt this turned on in his life since the first time they jerked off against each other in a shower stall after everyone was asleep. He slows his pace and dances his fingers up the other’s back, underneath his tattered shirt and along the smooth curves of his back. He leans over to plant butterfly kisses along his spine and Kyungsoo squirms as another finger enters him and hits his g-spot.
The added fingers on his nipple makes his mind go blank and he ruts his hips to feel him even deeper inside, so impatient to get off because it hurts. Kyungsoo’s on the verge of tears as each movement brings him closer and closer to falling over the edge until it finally hits him hard, pulsing through his body as everything gets washed in pleasure.
Jongin removes his sticky fingers and lubes himself with more cum, excitement thrumming through his chest as he presses against Kyungsoo’s soft ass. Patience, he tells himself as he eases inside steadily, a hand wrapped around Kyungsoo’s elbow and pinning it down against the counter for balance. And Jongin hears a delectable moan tumble from his lover when he’s all the way in, pausing for a moment to let him adjust.
He pulls out almost completely and thrusts back in slowly, savoring the delicious sensation of being squeezed on all sides. And that’s when Kyungsoo reaches back and grabs Jongin’s pants, which are riding in the middle of his thighs, and whimpers, “Deeper.”
Fine, I don’t even care anymore, Jongin thinks, was concerned about hurting him but to hell with that. So, he fucks him rough and dirty, snapping his hips against his ass. He molds both of his hands on either side of Kyungsoo’s waist, holding him still as he goes as fast as he can. He’s been waiting for this for a long time and hearing his name flowing from Kyungsoo’s mouth is so hot.
He slows and pulls out when he hears that Kyungsoo’s out of breath; and Kyungsoo gruffly moves him onto the floor, fragrant tea leaves still scattered along the tiles as he gets on top of him. He slides down on Jongin easily, a hand coming to his own nipple and fondling it as he rides him. And Jongin thrusts upwards to meet him as he comes down, hitting him even deeper and earning him a breathless cry.
Kyungsoo leans over and hungrily presses their lips together, hasn’t drank his fill of Jongin yet as he opens his mouth. He feels a hand wrap around the base of his length, stroking him at the same pace as their quickening motion and he can already feel the sensation of his orgasm bubbling to the surface again.
Jongin flips him over without pulling out and plunges into him, making sure to hit his sweet spot with every maddening thrust. His breaths become more and more shallow as he nears his climax again, the squeezing of Kyungsoo’s walls around him driving him insane. And Kyungsoo reaches his first, thighs tightening around his waist as Jongin spills inside of him; he rides through it though, head tilted back in pleasure as white floods his vision.
Kyungsoo laces their hands together in that quiet moment afterwards, sits up and rests his temple against Jongin’s heart as he calms his breathing. It’s more intimate than they’ve ever been with anyone throughout the years and Jongin plants another kiss on the shell of his ear.
“I’ll buy you another suit this time, I swear,” Jongin states, laughs when Kyungsoo does. “But I can’t promise that it won’t be ruined, you know.”
“Just like how you just ruined my shop?” Kyungsoo counters weakly, absently staring at the broken, handcrafted containers and the rare, dried flowers.
“If I close down my bubble tea store, will you sneak me into headquarters and let me do you on Merlin’s bed?” comes the compromise, complete with a silly grin. Kyungsoo pulls back to stare at Jongin’s face to make sure that he hasn’t gone crazy from fucking too hard and, when he realizes that he’s serious, a grin breaks out on his face as well.
“Yes.”