Drabble: “he’s not fat; he’s burly,” (YunJae)
Rating: R
Word count: 244
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em; I just play with them.
Jaejoong pokes a finger into Yunho’s belly, laughing at the way the other whines. “You’re getting fat, Yunho-yah,” he observes, hands running along his lover’s sides.
Yunho frowns and pulls Jaejoong back down onto the mattress, rolling them both over until he’s trapped the other man underneath him. He pinches Jaejoong’s bony hip.
"I’m not fat," Yunho pouts. He bends low to nip at Jaejoong’s collarbone. "You’re too thin."
"Excuse you. I gained two whole kilos this year."
Yunho cocks an eyebrow at him before relaxing onto Jaejoong’s body, draping himself over him like a human blanket. “Please,” he huffs, warm breath blowing across cool skin. “That was hardly enough. One of us has to make sure you don’t freeze to death in the middle of the night, so I guess it’ll be me.”
The older singer groans; it’s loud and disgustingly melodramatic. “You’re crushing me!”
"You like it," Yunho teases.
"I can stay warm just fine without you."
"But why would you want to?"
Jaejoong has no answer for that, and he soon gets distracted as Yunho presses kisses along his neck and down his torso leaving his skin warm and flushed.
"I still think you’re getting fat," he pants.
The younger man nips at his inner thigh. But you still love me.
Jaejoong threads his fingers into Yunho’s hair and guides him lower. Always, no matter what.
Word count: 244
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em; I just play with them.
Jaejoong pokes a finger into Yunho’s belly, laughing at the way the other whines. “You’re getting fat, Yunho-yah,” he observes, hands running along his lover’s sides.
Yunho frowns and pulls Jaejoong back down onto the mattress, rolling them both over until he’s trapped the other man underneath him. He pinches Jaejoong’s bony hip.
"I’m not fat," Yunho pouts. He bends low to nip at Jaejoong’s collarbone. "You’re too thin."
"Excuse you. I gained two whole kilos this year."
Yunho cocks an eyebrow at him before relaxing onto Jaejoong’s body, draping himself over him like a human blanket. “Please,” he huffs, warm breath blowing across cool skin. “That was hardly enough. One of us has to make sure you don’t freeze to death in the middle of the night, so I guess it’ll be me.”
The older singer groans; it’s loud and disgustingly melodramatic. “You’re crushing me!”
"You like it," Yunho teases.
"I can stay warm just fine without you."
"But why would you want to?"
Jaejoong has no answer for that, and he soon gets distracted as Yunho presses kisses along his neck and down his torso leaving his skin warm and flushed.
"I still think you’re getting fat," he pants.
The younger man nips at his inner thigh. But you still love me.
Jaejoong threads his fingers into Yunho’s hair and guides him lower. Always, no matter what.