(for SeahorseWithLaptop) It’s Bright Over Here [1/2]
For: SeahorseWithLaptop
Title: it’s bright over here
Genre: smut, romance
Rating: NC-17
Side Pairings (if any): slight!chanbaek
Warnings: [Click to view]mentions of bullying and brief violence (it’s really not that bad), slight hair pulling kink, dirty talk, praise kink, lots of smut yep
Word Count: ~12k
Summary: “To be frank, I thought he was out of his mind when he started approaching me. I was suspicious, it could have been some dumb prank but he looked all serious and adorable when he asked me out.”
Author's Note: Dear recipient, I hope I didn’t stray away from your prompt, I really wish that you will feel happy after reading this! Thank you to my friends nugget and mango (you know who you are) for holding both of my hands throughout the hectic writing process. To readers, thank you so much for even taking a peek at this fic, happy kaisoo day/week!
“So you magically got yourself a boyfriend?” Baekhyun starts, leaning back into his chair. He raises an eyebrow in confusion. “I can’t wrap my head around it.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Of course you don’t get it, idiot, it’s not by magic.” Baekhyun glares and he happily returns the expression. He takes a sip off his drink, eyes spotting a familiar sight. “Your boyfriend is here,” he says, gesturing with his head.
“Hey, Baek.” Chanyeol grins, pecking Baekhyun on the lips before sitting next to him.
“Don’t start snogging.”
Chanyeol directs his smile towards him, a bit wide for Kyungsoo’s taste. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“So what did I miss?” he asks, stealing a french fry from his boyfriend’s plate, dipping it in ketchup.
Baekhyun stares at him fondly before wiping a smudge of sauce off Chanyeol’s mouth. “Kyungsoo got himself a boyfriend.”
“What?! When?”
Kyungsoo clears his throat. “Like three weeks ago, and calm down, the reason I didn’t tell was because we were all busy with exams and I didn’t want to bother you guys.” It’s true, they all get easily stressed and completely focused once exam week comes up.
His friends nod and hum in response. Their respective majors are a pain in the ass with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun being in computer science while Chanyeol is currently frustrated with his literature assignments. “Well, how did you meet?” Chanyeol ventures, slinging his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders.
“Eh, it’s not important. He just asked me out and I said yes.” Baekhyun yells in protest. “You said yes to some stranger? Whatever happened to your stranger danger instincts? You’re always nagging me to stay wary of everyone whenever I go to the club.”
“Ah but he’s not a mere stranger.” There is a glint in Kyungsoo’s eyes, challenging them to guess. He refuses to tell them that he had a crush on his boyfriend long before they got together.
A ‘ping!’ from his phone disturbs them and he chuckles.
“Speak of the devil.”
From Nini:
Hey, I’m just around the corner, will be there soon ^o^
To Nini:
Okay.
“Is that him?” Baekhyun peers and halts. “Wait, he’s not coming here right now, isn’t he?!”
Kyungsoo casually bites into his sandwich. “Yup, now behave boys.” As he is wiping the grease off his fingers with a napkin, the cafe door chimes and he smiles.
“Jongin, we’re here!” He calls and Baekhyun chokes on air. Juice starts to leak from between Chanyeol’s lips. “No way,” Baekhyun murmurs and casts a betrayed look at him. “Didn’t I say to behave?” Kyungsoo replies smugly and they stop leaning, sitting up straight like royals at a damn dinner party.
Both of them refuse to look behind although they can hear the sound of footsteps nearing them. Chanyeol begins to fix his cap, making sure he doesn’t look like a mess.
Jongin stops in front of their table and gives a pretty smile. Kyungsoo thinks his boyfriend is dazzling. “Hello, I’m Jongin. You must be Baekhyun and Chanyeol,” he greets and bows. He gives a kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek before settling down beside him. “Sorry I’m late, Yixing wouldn’t let us leave until all of us mastered the choreo perfectly,” he pouts and Kyungsoo could not resist kissing him. Jongin’s lips are soft and plushy, molding perfectly with his own. He can feel Jongin shudder.
When they part, Kyungsoo can almost feel a whine coming out from Jongin and he places a hand on his thigh to placate him. Meanwhile, his friends just stare, not because of disgust, but because they are in disbelief. Jongin’s cheeks are flushed but he manages a skittish smile.
“It’s okay, Nini. Do you want to eat anything? You must be hungry, I’ll go order something for you.” Jongin shakes his head. “I’ll go order something myself. Do you want anything? I’ll pay,” he asks the other two, holding back a giggle when he notices that they are still not moving.
Baekhyun wakes up first from his shock. “Um, I don’t want anything but Yeol wants a chocolate muffin, right Yeol?” No response. He elbows the latter in the stomach and Chanyeol nods, lost and confused.
“You’re right, Chanyeol is like a small puppy,” Jongin whispers into his ear, snickering softly before getting up. The moment he is out of their sight, Baekhyun punches his arm from across the table.
“What the fuck man? You’re dating Kim Jongin? Like Kim Jongin, from the dance department? Like Kim Jongin, the sophomore where everyone drools over? Like Kim Jongin, insanely cute but incredibly sexy when he dances? What. The. Hell.”
Chanyeol wipes his soaked jeans with a fresh napkin. “I mean, I’m not really surprised you’re dating him, I’m surprised he’s the one who asked you out.” Kyungsoo laughs, he is feeling so pleased at the moment. “To be frank, I thought he was out of his mind when he started approaching me. I was suspicious, it could have been some dumb prank but he looked all serious and adorable when he asked me out.”
He recalls the sophomore abruptly sitting in front of him at the library where he was studying. They weren’t total strangers or friends, they just knew each other because of Sehun who happens to be Jongin’s roommate and Kyungsoo’s cousin.
“And, also, Nini? Really now,” Baekhyun deadpans and Kyungsoo shrugs. “He wanted me to call him that.”
Chanyeol looks at him suspiciously. “Is that a kink? What does he call you? Babycakes? Soo bear? Wait, it can’t be,” he scans his eyes around,”sugar lips?”
“Literally shut up, you’re the one who calls Baekhyun ‘cutie patootie’.” Chanyeol squawks in denial and Baekhyun starts to laugh out loud. In a matter of moments, Jongin comes back again, placing a tray of hot chocolate, an egg sandwich and Chanyeol’s chocolate muffin. “Here you go,” Jongin hands the muffin over, a small smile on his lips.
Chanyeol stammers and takes the muffin. “T-Thank you.” Baekhyun leans over on his elbows, crossing his fingers as he supports his chin up.
“So, Jongin, what do you like about Kyungsoo? I mean, pretty sure you know you’re really hot and you get love letters almost everyday.”
Jongin swallows his food and glances at Kyungsoo at the corner of his eyes. Kyungsoo gives a small supportive nod and appreciates the way the sunlight falls over Jongin’s soft pink hair. “Well, I’m not sure, everything? He seemed like a really sweet guy when we first met and uh, I think he’s really….handsome. So, I thought, why the heck not?”
Kyungsoo knows there is more to it but he does not press. Jongin may seem like a social elitist but he keeps to himself and Kyungsoo has readied his heart for the other to open up to him. Jongin is like sunrise, the soft orange hues always kissing the surface but never going in deeper but yet, it’s bright and mesmerising.
“Huh,” Baekhyun replies, an unreadable expression on his face. Jongin grins cheekily. “Did I pass the boyfriend test? Or do I need to take a vow of chastity?”
“Oh, please, do whatever you want with your sex life. I’m sure your friends will do worse things to Kyungsoo here, he’s gonna be labelled as a robber. But, anyway, if you hurt him-”
“Baek, stop.”
“I’ll hurt you,” he smiles.
Kyungsoo groans. “I thought we agreed to never use that line again.” Jongin laughs and pats his thigh. “It’s cool, Soo. It means that we don’t have to lie about not having sex everyday.”
“Please spare me the details!” Baekhyun screams and Chanyeol doubles over, guffawing non-stop. Jongin giggles and Kyungsoo is so head over heels for him.
X
“You can do that with your legs? I can’t even reach the top shelf without spraining my ankle,” Baekhyun gapes. “I’ve always been flexible than most but it’s possible if you try!”
Kyungsoo checks his watch and realises that they’ve been chatting for more over than two hours. “Hey, Jongin, we have to go now, did you bring all your clothes?” He eyes Jongin’s backpack which seems a little light. His boyfriend colours a bit and nods. “I did,” he mumbles softly.
“Excuse me? We? Clothes?” Baekhyun interrupts. “What?” Kyungsoo retorts back. “He’ll be crashing at my place for a while, it’s semester’s break anyway.”
Jongin chuckles, “That and Sehun’s girlfriend just returned from Canada and they wanted some bonding time. I’ll murder him if he does it on my bed though.” Kyungsoo grabs Jongin’s backpack, slinging it on his back and intertwines his fingers with the latter’s.
Ever since they started dating, he thinks that the way their palms fit against each other is perfect.
“Fine, if that's the story you're sticking with,” Baekhyun teases. “Use protection,” Chanyeol says seriously and Kyungsoo sighs. “Come on, let's leave these idiots.”
X
Jongin waves them goodbye as they leave the cafe and snuggles into Kyungsoo’s side. It's a bit chilly but he secretly likes it when Jongin stays close to him.
“My car is just over there,” he states for no reason and his boyfriend just squeezes his arm. Kyungsoo opens the backseat door to put Jongin’s bag before hurriedly opening the passenger door for him. “Thank you, kind sir,” Jongin laughs before entering.
“Are you sure you brought enough clothes? Your bag is looking light.” Kyungsoo asks, steering the wheel at it. Jongin fidgets and plays with his fingers. “I was hoping to wear yours? I’ve always wanted to try on my boyfriend’s clothes,” he says sheepishly.
Kyungsoo laughs airily, Jongin is too adorable. “That’s it, we’re making out when we get to my apartment.”
A hand slyly slips into his inner thigh, fingers tapping dangerously near his crotch. “Just making out?” Jongin murmurs, a tinge of desire in his voice. Kyungsoo takes a deep ragged breath and exhales.
“Whatever you want, Nini.”
X
Kyungsoo wanted them to make it to the bedroom but Jongin is impatient, already slipping his hands under his shirt once the door closes. He pulls Jongin down for a deep kiss and slides his tongue into his mouth. Jongin moans and grips Kyungsoo’s shoulders, he feels hot, too hot. “Kyungsoo,” he manages to say and wraps his arms around the other’s neck, pulling their bodies against each other. He rolls his hips forward and Kyungsoo growls, turning their position and Jongin’s back meets the wall.
“Up,” Kyungsoo grunts, lifting him up and he holds onto the back of Jongin’s firm thighs. The latter whimpers, desperately wanting to get both of them out of their clothes. “Soo, more, I want more, please give me more, please,” he begs and kisses the other hard on the mouth. “Patience, baby,” Kyungsoo breathes out and carries him to the couch.
He releases Jongin from his hold and the other is already taking off his shirt, revealing miles and miles of tanned skin and lean muscles. Fucking dancers, Kyungsoo thinks as he reaches for Jongin. “Turn around, Nini. Let me see you,” he says, shedding off his jacket and unbuckling his belt. Jongin obeys all too willingly, panting as he gets on his hands and knees. “Hurry up, Soo,” he bites his lips.
Kyungsoo pulls Jongin’s pants down and he’s so fucking turned on right now. The black boxer briefs frames Jongin’s ass perfectly and he smacks his left cheek, pleased at the moan he gets in return. “Tell me what you want, Nini,” he coos and starts squeezing, letting his palms travel all over Jongin’s thick thighs.
“Kyungsoo--oh--.” Jongin shudders when he feels a breeze down his legs, Kyungsoo had taken off his briefs. He playfully rubs his thumb over Jongin’s rim, admiring the pliant body before him. “Hmm, what’s that, Nini?”
“Anything,” he pants, “just fuck me, Soo, p-please.” The other chuckles darkly and traces his finger along Jongin’s ass. He parts Jongin’s cheeks open and blows hotly into it. “Your hole is so pink and pretty, baby,” he says and begins to lick around. “Oh,” Jongin exhales, biting his lip until he can taste blood. He can hear the filthy sounds Kyungsoo’s tongue are making, licking up and down repeatedly over his hole. Kyungsoo then drags his tongue from his ass to the underside of his balls and Jongin half collapses on the couch.
Oh god. Jongin starts to grind against Kyungsoo’s face, pushing back unabashedly. His senses are on haywire and he feels drunk when Kyungsoo starts poking his tongue into his hole, torturously dragging it slowly along the walls. A finger joins, inserting inside for a few seconds. “Soo, Kyungsoo hyung, more. Hyung.” A whine escapes his throat when Kyungsoo pulls away. He turns his head around and he gulps at the intensity of Kyungsoo’s dark eyes, boring into his own. Jongin knows. He knows that his boyfriend becomes rougher, sexier even, when he calls him hyung. Licking his lips, Jongin flips over, climbing into the other’s lap.
They start kissing again, slow and sensual this time. Jongin flicks his tongue onto the roof of the other’s mouth and Kyungsoo’s hands settle on his hips. Making out with his boyfriend is one of Kyungsoo’s favourite past times, Jongin is always so pliant and pretty in his hold. Jongin rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling gently. He smiles against Kyungsoo’s lips when the other groans.
When they part, they both smile fondly at each other and Jongin grinds against Kyungsoo, the shape of his cock visible against his boxers. “Hyung, fuck me?” he says with a cute grin and Kyungsoo wonders how the other can look like that when he’s naked.
“How do you want it, Jongin? Do you want me to fuck you from behind?” Jongin rolls his hips harder at the dirty talk, hands roaming all over Kyungsoo’s firm chest. The latter grips his hips tighter and nips at Jongin’s ear.
“Or do you want to ride me so you can see hyung’s face when he cums?”
A shudder and that’s all he needs to know.
He lets Jongin take off his boxers, throwing them on the floor. “Lube?” Jongin questions and Kyungsoo smirks. His hand wanders at the edges of the couch for a bit and he pulls out a small plastic bottle. “Really?” Jongin grins and he shrugs. “Gotta be prepared.”
“I’ll do it,” Jongin giggles and takes the bottle. He opens the cap, coating his fingers with the sticky substance. Kyungsoo begins to breathe heavily when he starts to open up his hole himself, fucking it slowly with three fingers. “H-hyung, I’m-a-ahh.” His fingers reach his prostate and his whole body starts to shake on Kyungsoo’s lap.
Kyungsoo strokes his cock slowly, enjoying the little show Jongin is giving. He spreads Jongin’s legs open with the other hand, eyes on the fingers appearing and disappearing into Jongin’s hole. When Jongin takes them out, he replaces Kyungsoo’s hand with his own, rubbing his thumb on the head. Jongin’s cheeks are flushed, his lips are red and swollen and Kyungsoo can’t take it anymore.
“Ah, that’s enough, baby. Now, ride me,” he orders and Jongin lifts his hips up. Kyungsoo presses the head of his cock into Jongin and they both moan at the pleasure. “You alright?” he asks, voice low. Jongin nods quickly and bit by bit slides down on his cock. “I-I will be.” Kyungsoo kneads Jongin’s ass to soothe the pain. Jongin is impossibly tight and so fucking warm but he’ll wait. He never wants to hurt the other unless he asks for it.
“I’m ready now,” Jongin whispers and he drags himself up before dropping down, hard. His thighs make a slapping sound against his and that just encourages Kyungsoo to thrust his cock up faster. “Fuck,” he breathes when Jongin circles his hips around, moaning out loud. Jongin tightens around him and he feels delirious. “Does my cock make you feel good, Nini? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you until you can’t even remember your name?”
Jongin whimpers, riding him even faster, thighs turning red from the impact. “Yes, please, fuck me harder, faster. Your cock feels so good hyung,” he groans, wiggling his ass. Kyungsoo smacks it, watching Jongin squirm, his back arching beautifully. He leans down to lick his nipples and thrusts harder, balls slapping against the other’s round ass. “God, yes, fuck yes, Soo.” Jongin once again pulls at his hair and he growls, spreading his legs open so he can fuck him open completely.
He watches the way his cock move in and out of him, stretching him. “Jesus, Jongin, you’re so fucking wet.” The other just moans and starts rutting faster. “More, please, hyung, make me come.” With that, Kyungsoo grabs his legs and pushes Jongin onto his back. He starts thrusting his cock at a hurried pace, sloppy, dirty and they can hear the obscene noises Jongin’s hole are making. The different, deeper angle hitting his spot makes Jongin scream, uncaring that the neighbours can hear. His cock is already leaking but for now, Jongin is top priority and if this pretty boy wants to cum, he’ll make him cum.
“I’m close, ah, Kyungsoo, I’m close!” he screams as he comes all over his stomach. Jongin’s muscles tighten around his cock and his hips start to stutter. It hits Kyungsoo suddenly, the rush, mouth falling open as his orgasm nears. Jongin moans softly at the sensation of being filled up and his insides feels so warm. Sighing at the pleasure, he leans down to peck Jongin on the mouth, earning a giggle.
“I wasn’t too rough, wasn’t I?” he asks worriedly, caressing Jongin’s cheek. He can already see the bruises forming on Jongin’s waist. The latter shakes his head and chuckles. “No, it was great. You’re great.” Kyungsoo smiles and pulls his now soft cock from Jongin’s hole and they both grunt at the pleasure. Cum starts to leak and Kyungsoo uses two fingers, pushing the cum back inside, keeping Jongin sated. “That feels good,” Jongin sighs and pouts. “Now, cuddle me.”
Kyungsoo laughs at the pout given to him and lays down on the couch. He brings Jongin closer into his arms, massaging his back lightly. Jongin hums and peppers butterfly kisses all over his neck and collarbones.
“Your friends are nice,” Jongin says, tucking his head under Kyungsoo’s chin. “Yeah?” He kisses his hair. “I'm glad you think so. Or else I'd have to teach them a lesson.”
Jongin snickers. “I feel so sticky,” he adds as an afterthought. Kyungsoo hurriedly gets up, mumbling incoherently before reaching for a pack of wipes. “Here you go,” he says and starts cleaning Jongin’s tummy. He starts laughing and Kyungsoo looks at him in confusion.
“What?”
“Oh my god, I just realised that you didn't even give me a house tour before we fucked.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and sets the dirty wipes on the coffee table. “Well I wanted to but someone here couldn't wait to get his hands on me.” He pokes Jongin’s stomach before pulling his boxers up his knees. Then, he takes his shirt he discarded and wears it on Jongin instead.
“You look pretty in it,” he praises and Jongin beams at him. They sit down on the couch again and he lets Jongin hug him. The living room goes quiet for a moment until Jongin takes a deep breath. He buries himself further into Kyungsoo’s neck and his hair tickles his chin.
“Kyungsoo?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to do it in the shower next?”
“You're insatiable, Kim Jongin.”
X
After showering together, but not before getting sucked off, twice, and fucking Jongin into the bathroom’s tiled walls, Kyungsoo is supposed to feel worn out but instead he feels energised. He is about to prepare dinner until Jongin stops him with a stern look.
“Let’s just order pizza today,” he says, already reaching out for his phone.
“But I wanted to cook for you,” Kyungsoo whines.
Jongin kisses him on the cheek and taps a finger on his nose. “You treated me so well today, hyung, you deserve a break. I promise that you can make me breakfast tomorrow, hmm?” Of course, Jongin continues to give out his puppy dog eyes look, a look where Kyungsoo will literally drop anything to make the other happy.
“You know you’re cute,” he answers in lieu of a reply and Jongin knows he has won. “I’ll call the place now, beef pepperoni and chicken wings, right?” Kyungsoo nods with a soft smile and shoos Jongin outside of his room to make the call. “Don’t miss me too much!” Jongin yells, laughing afterwards.
Kyungsoo spots Jongin’s bag at the foot of his bed and decides to arrange his clothes for him. For some reason, when he moved in, he bought a set of drawers that were more than enough to store his garments in. The last drawer is empty and Kyungsoo crouches to unzip the bag. Six shirts, pants, a couple of shorts and briefs. Not much, but Jongin can always use his washing machine. Or even better, wear his clothes.
He separates Jongin’s toiletries and laptop, almost emptying the bag. At the bottom, he furrows his eyebrows when he sees a blue handkerchief. It’s plain and simple but the threads at the ends are beginning to unravel, indicating that it had been kept for a long time. Kyungsoo takes out the handkerchief, examining it, wondering why Jongin hasn’t thrown it out yet.
“It looks familiar though….is it Sehun’s?”
In a blink of an eye, he hears a yelp and the handkerchief disappears from his hand. Kyungsoo looks up to Jongin staring back at him with the said cloth in his hand. There’s a frightened look in his eyes and Jongin’s entire body is trembling. He looks like a cornered cat and Kyungsoo instantly regrets his decision.
“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, immediately getting up. What if Jongin had considered his help, or so he thought, as a breaching of privacy? I’m so stupid, he thinks bitterly. “I thought I could help you arrange your stuff when you were ordering, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, Kyungsoo,” Jongin interjects, sighing. “I was just surprised, sorry if I looked like I hated it,” he pouts but Kyungsoo is not deterred. It definitely looked like he despised him touching his belongings and the worry must still be evident in his eyes. “Don’t even think about removing my clothes from your drawer, they look like they belong there,” Jongin chides in, smirking.
Kyungsoo breaks out into a small smile and nudges Jongin’s shoulder. “Still, m’sorry,” he mumbles but Jongin isn’t having none of that. He links their arms together and nuzzles into his shoulder. “I told you it’s fine now come on, my favourite show is about to start!”
As they leave his bedroom, Kyungsoo doesn’t miss Jongin secretly dropping the handkerchief into his bag again.
It’s almost 12am when the night goes quiet, the buzzing of the television running low in the background. Kyungsoo blinks his eyes open sleepily, realising that he must have had dozed off while watching an episode of Parks and Rec. He peers down at Jongin who is sleeping soundly with his head on his lap and his own fingers tangled in Jongin’s hair. Chuckling to himself, he recollects what happened before their unplanned nap. He remembers them making out languidly on the couch after devouring slices and slices of pizza. The taste of pepperoni was strong on Jongin’s tongue but Kyungsoo was perfectly content knowing that the other was full. Then, Kyungsoo recalls Jongin on his lap and they were talking, just simply talking about each other lives.
Kyungsoo had made sure to soak all of those precious moments, he wants to learn more and more about the beautiful boy before him.
“I used to be a really shy and quiet kid,” Jongin had said, giggling afterwards like he couldn’t believe he was once timid and gentle. Kyungsoo secretly thought that Jongin had maintained a bit of his old self, bashful when Kyungsoo went a bit further in providing the best comfort for him and gentle when he had landed shy, slow kisses all over his chest. “I was so scared to talk to anyone that one time I almost peed in my pants when I was forced to introduce myself to my relatives,” he ventured on and Kyungsoo had sworn he detected a bittersweet tone, a hint of regret.
Pondering a bit, Kyungsoo took the chance, brushing Jongin’s fringe with his hand. “How did you overcome it?” he asked quietly.
“Someone helped me,” Jongin smiled softly, intertwining his fingers with Kyungsoo’s with a twinkle in his eyes. “They made me realise that if I kept backing away, I’ll never get to reach my full potential.”
Kyungsoo returned the smile. “Is that why you started to dance? To show your full potential?”
Jongin shrugged. “Partly, I loved to dance since I was a kid but I was too shy to do it in public. Once I entered high school, I joined the dance club and now here I am,” he grinned. Kyungsoo squeezed his waist affectionately.
“You're amazing for taking that leap of courage, Kim Jongin.”
“Oh, stop,” Jongin snickered but Kyungsoo had seen the look of pride shining brightly on his face.
“Nini, wake up,” he gently sways Jongin’s body, urging the boy to get up. Jongin whines, refusing to open his eyes and snuggling even further into Kyungsoo’s thighs. “Come on, baby, let’s sleep in my bed instead, you’re gonna strain your back if you sleep here.”
“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles and Kyungsoo senses his slight irritation. Jongin sure is grumpy when he gets bothered from his sleep, Kyungsoo notes with a grin adorning his face. Just like a baby. Sighing, he leans down to press a kiss on the other’s soft hair. “If you stay here, I won’t cook you breakfast tomorrow.”
Jongin shoots up, drowsiness begone and glares at Kyungsoo. “You wouldn’t,” he exclaims, crossing his arms. Kyungsoo feels the need to laugh, he cannot believe his harmless threat would actually work but Jongin is cute like that. “Why wouldn’t I?” Kyungsoo raises a brow, feigning ignorance. Jongin harrumphs and grabs Kyungsoo’s hand to pull him up. “Hurry up, we’re going to cuddle and you’re going to cook me breakfast when we wake up.”
Kyungsoo’s heart flutters at the term ‘we’ and hugs Jongin from behind, eliciting a small shriek. “I’ll whip up the best breakfast you’ll ever had,” he promises making the other break out into bubbles of joy. Kyungsoo kisses his temple quickly and leads the way to his room.
Tomorrow is going to be a good day, Kyungsoo thinks as he falls asleep with Jongin’s back against his chest, the warmth radiating from the other lulling him to sleep.
X
When Kyungsoo wakes up, he is hit with light rays filtering through the blinds. That, and the fact that Jongin had hogged the blanket all to himself, burying himself under it. “He looks like a burrito,” Kyungsoo whispers to no one, watching Jongin’s lips parting and closing fondly. He carefully gets up from his bed and hurries to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It’s 7am and Kyungsoo is ecstatic to prepare a meal for his own boyfriend.
Kyungsoo is frying homemade pancakes when he feels two arms lazily wrapping around his waist. “Good morning, Nini,” he greets easily and gets a hum in return. “Morning,” Jongin mumbles into his ear hotly. “You’re not wearing a shirt.” Kyungsoo smirks, flipping the pancakes at it. “Is that a problem?”
Jongin licks a stripe up his neck and bites his earlobe. “You’re not allowed to look so sexy in the morning, it’s bad for my health.” Kyungsoo shivers when Jongin drops wet kisses on his left shoulder and tries hard to stay focus. “I’m not letting the pancakes burn, Jongin,” he says sternly, hearing Jongin grunt afterwards. He turns his head to the side momentarily to peck Jongin on the mouth.
“Go brush your teeth first then you can eat.” Jongin nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. He leaves the kitchen and just knows that Kyungsoo is watching his hips sway from behind. After all, he only brought the tightest underwear he owned because he loves riling Kyungsoo up.
“He’s sure taking a long time.” Kyungsoo wonders, it’s been almost half an hour since Jongin disappeared into his bedroom. During that period, Kyungsoo also prepares scrambled eggs and bacon because he knows the other has a huge appetite. Abruptly, he hears footsteps entering the kitchen and smiles at Jongin. “Sorry, I’m late, had to take a dump,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his neck. This time, Jongin had changed into a white T-shirt and sweats. He looks wonderful even in the morning.
“It’s fine, come on, let’s eat,” he ushers cheerfully and Jongin races to the dining table. “Everything looks so good!” Jongin’s eyes sparkle and Kyungsoo wants to smother him in hugs and kisses. Jongin begins to pile everything on a plate, filling it with fluffy looking pancakes, crispy bacon and scrambled eggs. Kyungsoo helps him drizzle maple syrup on the pancakes, receiving a small happy thanks from the other. Together, they start to eat, preparing themselves for the day.
Jongin rubs his tummy, feeling sated and pleasant after eating a proper homemade meal. He watches Kyungsoo from behind who is washing dishes, insisting that he should just sit rather than helping him. Jongin licks his lips at the bold display of Kyungsoo’s sexy shoulder blades and the flexing of his muscles as he squeezes the sponge. He’s already semi-hard and decides to act quickly.
Kyungsoo can feel Jongin staring at his back intensely and it’s really bothering him, especially around the lower area. He hears a chair being dragged and guesses that Jongin had gotten up. Slowly, Kyungsoo wipes his hands clean with a rag after washing the pans and plates, feeling nervous all over the sudden. In a heartbeat, Jongin is behind him, grinding his hardening cock against his ass.
“H-hyung,” Jongin trembles, his hand diving into Kyungsoo’s boxers and reaches for Kyungsoo’s cock. “Kyungsoo hyung, I need you, right now.” He begins to stroke Kyungsoo’s cock, slowly, with one finger trailing up a protruding vein. Kyungsoo turns around, gulping and tilts Jongin’s chin up. Jongin’s eyes are dark, full of lust. “Where, Nini? Here? Do you want me to fuck you on the counter?”
Jongin continues stroking his cock, spreading the precum all over. “Yes, please, I want your cock so bad, I want you to cum in me.” Kyungsoo holds Jongin’s wrist, taking his hand out of his pants. He almost explodes when Jongin takes his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, moaning at the taste of Kyungsoo’s cum. “Mmm, y-you taste so good, ahh, hyung.”
“Turn around and bend over the counter, Nini. I’ll make it fast.” Kyungsoo demands, watching the lithe body, watching Jongin present his delicious backside to him. He never wants anybody else to see Jongin like this, all needy and begging for a cock inside him.
Taking off his pants and boxers, he reaches for Jongin’s sweats and pulls them down. Kyungsoo almost chokes when he sees no briefs, just a pert ass waiting for him. “You’re so naughty, Jongin. No underwear?”
Jongin laughs under his breath and flips his head to the side to look at Kyungsoo. “I also already, ah, prepared myself, so hurry up, Kyungsoo,” he teases and smirks when he sees Kyungsoo’s nostrils flare a bit. “You’re driving me insane, baby.” Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow as he inserts a finger into Jongin’s hole, all wet and sticky. “Was that why you took such a long time in the bedroom? Were you fucking yourself on my bed thinking of me?”
“Yes, yes, I imagined your big fat cock drilling inside me so fuck me now!”
In one go, Kyungsoo cups his ass and buries his cock inside the hot walls. Jongin throws his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of being filled up. He steadily thrusts his hips more, cupping Jongin’s ass and growls upon seeing Jongin’s hole sucking him in. “You feel amazing, Nini, you’re always so good for me,” he compliments, noticing how Jongin moans louder.
Kyungsoo bites his lips as Jongin tries to sink lower on his cock, walls clenching tightly like a hot vise. His hand reaches forward around Jongin to grab his dick. Jongin begins to match his pace, bouncing on his cock faster in time with Kyungsoo’s stroking. “Jesus fuck, you take me so well, baby, you’re holding onto me so tight.”
“Come inside me, babe,” Jongin groans loudly, fingers gripping firmly on the counter. Kyungsoo digs his nails into Jongin’s lower back and he can physically feel his orgasm building rapidly. Jongin mewls when Kyungsoo rolls his hips in a way that makes him see white spots in his eyes. “F-fuck,” Jongin stutters as Kyungsoo pounds mercilessly into his ass. He falls over the counter when he comes from the oversensitivity of being pounded into and the long fingers touching his cock. The other lifts his ass up in the air, slamming in one last time before coming with a low groan.
Jongin feels the warm gushes of Kyungsoo’s come filling him up, closing his eyes and feeling incredibly blissed. Kyungsoo helps to wear his sweats again after pulling out of him, smacking his ass in a playful manner. He moans softly at the action and turns around to kiss him. Jongin sucks on his tongue while Kyungsoo proceeds to deliver open mouthed kisses on his plushy lips.
“Thank you for the treat,” Kyungsoo laughs, placing his hands on Jongin’s waist. The latter only rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Thank you for cooking, boyfriend of the year.”
Kyungsoo only kisses him on the forehead as a welcome.
X
They are sitting on the couch when Jongin’s handphone disturbs the silence.
“Hello?” Kyungsoo can only hear muffled sounds at the other end of the line and resumes watching the show on the television.
“Tonight? Yeah, I think I’m free,” Jongin bites his bottom lip, “I’ll try asking him.” Kyungsoo suddenly gets interested, directing his gaze towards the one beside him. “Hmm, bye.” Jongin hangs up and turns to Kyungsoo who is looking at him curiously. “Soo, my friends invited me out to the club tonight.”
Oh. Kyungsoo smiles, “I see, have fun. Do you want me to send you there?” and fails to notice the disappointed look. “I….wanted to go with you…” Jongin trails off sadly and Kyungsoo’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh! I’m sorry Jongin, I thought you wanted to spend time with your friends alone, of course I’ll tag along,” he assures and the other beams. “Silly, of course I want you to come with me!”
Kyungsoo chuckles. “Alright, alright.” Jongin chews at his inner cheek and pecks Kyungsoo on the mouth. “Thank you. I know you hate going to clubs.” Kyungsoo brings his hand up to his lips and kisses his knuckles. “I’ll be fine as long as you don’t force me to get deadass drunk. After all, didn’t we first get to know each other at the club?” Kyungsoo wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
Jongin’s cheeks colours and he whines. “You promised to never bring that up again!”
“It really wasn’t that bad, Jongin. And for the record, I did not promise anything,” he answers, receiving another loud whine. Jongin buries his face in his hands, feeling his blood roaring at his ears. “No...I was completely drunk and did something I shouldn’t have.” Kyungsoo is sure that Jongin is pouting right now. Ruffling his hair, “I loved it though, what did you say to me at that time? Ah, ‘a special present for the birthday boy’.” The other smacks Kyungsoo on the arm, glaring with flushed cheeks.
“I’m going to take a shower now, don’t bother,” Jongin sulks and gets up. Kyungsoo follows and cups his face with his hands. He squishes Jongin’s cheeks together and latches his lips onto the other. “Don’t pout, Nini, you’re an infinite times more adorable when you smile,” he consoles and grins when Jongin’s glare dies down. “Shut up,” Jongin mumbles but there’s already a playful look in his eyes.
As Jongin heads down the hallway towards the bathroom, he looks back at Kyungsoo who’s already deep into watching his daily period drama. He smiles, feeling a bit melancholy. He opens the door and sighs.
“I’m a liar,” he whispers and shuts the door close.
part ii
Title: it’s bright over here
Genre: smut, romance
Rating: NC-17
Side Pairings (if any): slight!chanbaek
Warnings: [Click to view]mentions of bullying and brief violence (it’s really not that bad), slight hair pulling kink, dirty talk, praise kink, lots of smut yep
Word Count: ~12k
Summary: “To be frank, I thought he was out of his mind when he started approaching me. I was suspicious, it could have been some dumb prank but he looked all serious and adorable when he asked me out.”
Author's Note: Dear recipient, I hope I didn’t stray away from your prompt, I really wish that you will feel happy after reading this! Thank you to my friends nugget and mango (you know who you are) for holding both of my hands throughout the hectic writing process. To readers, thank you so much for even taking a peek at this fic, happy kaisoo day/week!
“So you magically got yourself a boyfriend?” Baekhyun starts, leaning back into his chair. He raises an eyebrow in confusion. “I can’t wrap my head around it.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “Of course you don’t get it, idiot, it’s not by magic.” Baekhyun glares and he happily returns the expression. He takes a sip off his drink, eyes spotting a familiar sight. “Your boyfriend is here,” he says, gesturing with his head.
“Hey, Baek.” Chanyeol grins, pecking Baekhyun on the lips before sitting next to him.
“Don’t start snogging.”
Chanyeol directs his smile towards him, a bit wide for Kyungsoo’s taste. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“So what did I miss?” he asks, stealing a french fry from his boyfriend’s plate, dipping it in ketchup.
Baekhyun stares at him fondly before wiping a smudge of sauce off Chanyeol’s mouth. “Kyungsoo got himself a boyfriend.”
“What?! When?”
Kyungsoo clears his throat. “Like three weeks ago, and calm down, the reason I didn’t tell was because we were all busy with exams and I didn’t want to bother you guys.” It’s true, they all get easily stressed and completely focused once exam week comes up.
His friends nod and hum in response. Their respective majors are a pain in the ass with Kyungsoo and Baekhyun being in computer science while Chanyeol is currently frustrated with his literature assignments. “Well, how did you meet?” Chanyeol ventures, slinging his arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders.
“Eh, it’s not important. He just asked me out and I said yes.” Baekhyun yells in protest. “You said yes to some stranger? Whatever happened to your stranger danger instincts? You’re always nagging me to stay wary of everyone whenever I go to the club.”
“Ah but he’s not a mere stranger.” There is a glint in Kyungsoo’s eyes, challenging them to guess. He refuses to tell them that he had a crush on his boyfriend long before they got together.
A ‘ping!’ from his phone disturbs them and he chuckles.
“Speak of the devil.”
From Nini:
Hey, I’m just around the corner, will be there soon ^o^
To Nini:
Okay.
“Is that him?” Baekhyun peers and halts. “Wait, he’s not coming here right now, isn’t he?!”
Kyungsoo casually bites into his sandwich. “Yup, now behave boys.” As he is wiping the grease off his fingers with a napkin, the cafe door chimes and he smiles.
“Jongin, we’re here!” He calls and Baekhyun chokes on air. Juice starts to leak from between Chanyeol’s lips. “No way,” Baekhyun murmurs and casts a betrayed look at him. “Didn’t I say to behave?” Kyungsoo replies smugly and they stop leaning, sitting up straight like royals at a damn dinner party.
Both of them refuse to look behind although they can hear the sound of footsteps nearing them. Chanyeol begins to fix his cap, making sure he doesn’t look like a mess.
Jongin stops in front of their table and gives a pretty smile. Kyungsoo thinks his boyfriend is dazzling. “Hello, I’m Jongin. You must be Baekhyun and Chanyeol,” he greets and bows. He gives a kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek before settling down beside him. “Sorry I’m late, Yixing wouldn’t let us leave until all of us mastered the choreo perfectly,” he pouts and Kyungsoo could not resist kissing him. Jongin’s lips are soft and plushy, molding perfectly with his own. He can feel Jongin shudder.
When they part, Kyungsoo can almost feel a whine coming out from Jongin and he places a hand on his thigh to placate him. Meanwhile, his friends just stare, not because of disgust, but because they are in disbelief. Jongin’s cheeks are flushed but he manages a skittish smile.
“It’s okay, Nini. Do you want to eat anything? You must be hungry, I’ll go order something for you.” Jongin shakes his head. “I’ll go order something myself. Do you want anything? I’ll pay,” he asks the other two, holding back a giggle when he notices that they are still not moving.
Baekhyun wakes up first from his shock. “Um, I don’t want anything but Yeol wants a chocolate muffin, right Yeol?” No response. He elbows the latter in the stomach and Chanyeol nods, lost and confused.
“You’re right, Chanyeol is like a small puppy,” Jongin whispers into his ear, snickering softly before getting up. The moment he is out of their sight, Baekhyun punches his arm from across the table.
“What the fuck man? You’re dating Kim Jongin? Like Kim Jongin, from the dance department? Like Kim Jongin, the sophomore where everyone drools over? Like Kim Jongin, insanely cute but incredibly sexy when he dances? What. The. Hell.”
Chanyeol wipes his soaked jeans with a fresh napkin. “I mean, I’m not really surprised you’re dating him, I’m surprised he’s the one who asked you out.” Kyungsoo laughs, he is feeling so pleased at the moment. “To be frank, I thought he was out of his mind when he started approaching me. I was suspicious, it could have been some dumb prank but he looked all serious and adorable when he asked me out.”
He recalls the sophomore abruptly sitting in front of him at the library where he was studying. They weren’t total strangers or friends, they just knew each other because of Sehun who happens to be Jongin’s roommate and Kyungsoo’s cousin.
“And, also, Nini? Really now,” Baekhyun deadpans and Kyungsoo shrugs. “He wanted me to call him that.”
Chanyeol looks at him suspiciously. “Is that a kink? What does he call you? Babycakes? Soo bear? Wait, it can’t be,” he scans his eyes around,”sugar lips?”
“Literally shut up, you’re the one who calls Baekhyun ‘cutie patootie’.” Chanyeol squawks in denial and Baekhyun starts to laugh out loud. In a matter of moments, Jongin comes back again, placing a tray of hot chocolate, an egg sandwich and Chanyeol’s chocolate muffin. “Here you go,” Jongin hands the muffin over, a small smile on his lips.
Chanyeol stammers and takes the muffin. “T-Thank you.” Baekhyun leans over on his elbows, crossing his fingers as he supports his chin up.
“So, Jongin, what do you like about Kyungsoo? I mean, pretty sure you know you’re really hot and you get love letters almost everyday.”
Jongin swallows his food and glances at Kyungsoo at the corner of his eyes. Kyungsoo gives a small supportive nod and appreciates the way the sunlight falls over Jongin’s soft pink hair. “Well, I’m not sure, everything? He seemed like a really sweet guy when we first met and uh, I think he’s really….handsome. So, I thought, why the heck not?”
Kyungsoo knows there is more to it but he does not press. Jongin may seem like a social elitist but he keeps to himself and Kyungsoo has readied his heart for the other to open up to him. Jongin is like sunrise, the soft orange hues always kissing the surface but never going in deeper but yet, it’s bright and mesmerising.
“Huh,” Baekhyun replies, an unreadable expression on his face. Jongin grins cheekily. “Did I pass the boyfriend test? Or do I need to take a vow of chastity?”
“Oh, please, do whatever you want with your sex life. I’m sure your friends will do worse things to Kyungsoo here, he’s gonna be labelled as a robber. But, anyway, if you hurt him-”
“Baek, stop.”
“I’ll hurt you,” he smiles.
Kyungsoo groans. “I thought we agreed to never use that line again.” Jongin laughs and pats his thigh. “It’s cool, Soo. It means that we don’t have to lie about not having sex everyday.”
“Please spare me the details!” Baekhyun screams and Chanyeol doubles over, guffawing non-stop. Jongin giggles and Kyungsoo is so head over heels for him.
X
“You can do that with your legs? I can’t even reach the top shelf without spraining my ankle,” Baekhyun gapes. “I’ve always been flexible than most but it’s possible if you try!”
Kyungsoo checks his watch and realises that they’ve been chatting for more over than two hours. “Hey, Jongin, we have to go now, did you bring all your clothes?” He eyes Jongin’s backpack which seems a little light. His boyfriend colours a bit and nods. “I did,” he mumbles softly.
“Excuse me? We? Clothes?” Baekhyun interrupts. “What?” Kyungsoo retorts back. “He’ll be crashing at my place for a while, it’s semester’s break anyway.”
Jongin chuckles, “That and Sehun’s girlfriend just returned from Canada and they wanted some bonding time. I’ll murder him if he does it on my bed though.” Kyungsoo grabs Jongin’s backpack, slinging it on his back and intertwines his fingers with the latter’s.
Ever since they started dating, he thinks that the way their palms fit against each other is perfect.
“Fine, if that's the story you're sticking with,” Baekhyun teases. “Use protection,” Chanyeol says seriously and Kyungsoo sighs. “Come on, let's leave these idiots.”
X
Jongin waves them goodbye as they leave the cafe and snuggles into Kyungsoo’s side. It's a bit chilly but he secretly likes it when Jongin stays close to him.
“My car is just over there,” he states for no reason and his boyfriend just squeezes his arm. Kyungsoo opens the backseat door to put Jongin’s bag before hurriedly opening the passenger door for him. “Thank you, kind sir,” Jongin laughs before entering.
“Are you sure you brought enough clothes? Your bag is looking light.” Kyungsoo asks, steering the wheel at it. Jongin fidgets and plays with his fingers. “I was hoping to wear yours? I’ve always wanted to try on my boyfriend’s clothes,” he says sheepishly.
Kyungsoo laughs airily, Jongin is too adorable. “That’s it, we’re making out when we get to my apartment.”
A hand slyly slips into his inner thigh, fingers tapping dangerously near his crotch. “Just making out?” Jongin murmurs, a tinge of desire in his voice. Kyungsoo takes a deep ragged breath and exhales.
“Whatever you want, Nini.”
X
Kyungsoo wanted them to make it to the bedroom but Jongin is impatient, already slipping his hands under his shirt once the door closes. He pulls Jongin down for a deep kiss and slides his tongue into his mouth. Jongin moans and grips Kyungsoo’s shoulders, he feels hot, too hot. “Kyungsoo,” he manages to say and wraps his arms around the other’s neck, pulling their bodies against each other. He rolls his hips forward and Kyungsoo growls, turning their position and Jongin’s back meets the wall.
“Up,” Kyungsoo grunts, lifting him up and he holds onto the back of Jongin’s firm thighs. The latter whimpers, desperately wanting to get both of them out of their clothes. “Soo, more, I want more, please give me more, please,” he begs and kisses the other hard on the mouth. “Patience, baby,” Kyungsoo breathes out and carries him to the couch.
He releases Jongin from his hold and the other is already taking off his shirt, revealing miles and miles of tanned skin and lean muscles. Fucking dancers, Kyungsoo thinks as he reaches for Jongin. “Turn around, Nini. Let me see you,” he says, shedding off his jacket and unbuckling his belt. Jongin obeys all too willingly, panting as he gets on his hands and knees. “Hurry up, Soo,” he bites his lips.
Kyungsoo pulls Jongin’s pants down and he’s so fucking turned on right now. The black boxer briefs frames Jongin’s ass perfectly and he smacks his left cheek, pleased at the moan he gets in return. “Tell me what you want, Nini,” he coos and starts squeezing, letting his palms travel all over Jongin’s thick thighs.
“Kyungsoo--oh--.” Jongin shudders when he feels a breeze down his legs, Kyungsoo had taken off his briefs. He playfully rubs his thumb over Jongin’s rim, admiring the pliant body before him. “Hmm, what’s that, Nini?”
“Anything,” he pants, “just fuck me, Soo, p-please.” The other chuckles darkly and traces his finger along Jongin’s ass. He parts Jongin’s cheeks open and blows hotly into it. “Your hole is so pink and pretty, baby,” he says and begins to lick around. “Oh,” Jongin exhales, biting his lip until he can taste blood. He can hear the filthy sounds Kyungsoo’s tongue are making, licking up and down repeatedly over his hole. Kyungsoo then drags his tongue from his ass to the underside of his balls and Jongin half collapses on the couch.
Oh god. Jongin starts to grind against Kyungsoo’s face, pushing back unabashedly. His senses are on haywire and he feels drunk when Kyungsoo starts poking his tongue into his hole, torturously dragging it slowly along the walls. A finger joins, inserting inside for a few seconds. “Soo, Kyungsoo hyung, more. Hyung.” A whine escapes his throat when Kyungsoo pulls away. He turns his head around and he gulps at the intensity of Kyungsoo’s dark eyes, boring into his own. Jongin knows. He knows that his boyfriend becomes rougher, sexier even, when he calls him hyung. Licking his lips, Jongin flips over, climbing into the other’s lap.
They start kissing again, slow and sensual this time. Jongin flicks his tongue onto the roof of the other’s mouth and Kyungsoo’s hands settle on his hips. Making out with his boyfriend is one of Kyungsoo’s favourite past times, Jongin is always so pliant and pretty in his hold. Jongin rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling gently. He smiles against Kyungsoo’s lips when the other groans.
When they part, they both smile fondly at each other and Jongin grinds against Kyungsoo, the shape of his cock visible against his boxers. “Hyung, fuck me?” he says with a cute grin and Kyungsoo wonders how the other can look like that when he’s naked.
“How do you want it, Jongin? Do you want me to fuck you from behind?” Jongin rolls his hips harder at the dirty talk, hands roaming all over Kyungsoo’s firm chest. The latter grips his hips tighter and nips at Jongin’s ear.
“Or do you want to ride me so you can see hyung’s face when he cums?”
A shudder and that’s all he needs to know.
He lets Jongin take off his boxers, throwing them on the floor. “Lube?” Jongin questions and Kyungsoo smirks. His hand wanders at the edges of the couch for a bit and he pulls out a small plastic bottle. “Really?” Jongin grins and he shrugs. “Gotta be prepared.”
“I’ll do it,” Jongin giggles and takes the bottle. He opens the cap, coating his fingers with the sticky substance. Kyungsoo begins to breathe heavily when he starts to open up his hole himself, fucking it slowly with three fingers. “H-hyung, I’m-a-ahh.” His fingers reach his prostate and his whole body starts to shake on Kyungsoo’s lap.
Kyungsoo strokes his cock slowly, enjoying the little show Jongin is giving. He spreads Jongin’s legs open with the other hand, eyes on the fingers appearing and disappearing into Jongin’s hole. When Jongin takes them out, he replaces Kyungsoo’s hand with his own, rubbing his thumb on the head. Jongin’s cheeks are flushed, his lips are red and swollen and Kyungsoo can’t take it anymore.
“Ah, that’s enough, baby. Now, ride me,” he orders and Jongin lifts his hips up. Kyungsoo presses the head of his cock into Jongin and they both moan at the pleasure. “You alright?” he asks, voice low. Jongin nods quickly and bit by bit slides down on his cock. “I-I will be.” Kyungsoo kneads Jongin’s ass to soothe the pain. Jongin is impossibly tight and so fucking warm but he’ll wait. He never wants to hurt the other unless he asks for it.
“I’m ready now,” Jongin whispers and he drags himself up before dropping down, hard. His thighs make a slapping sound against his and that just encourages Kyungsoo to thrust his cock up faster. “Fuck,” he breathes when Jongin circles his hips around, moaning out loud. Jongin tightens around him and he feels delirious. “Does my cock make you feel good, Nini? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you until you can’t even remember your name?”
Jongin whimpers, riding him even faster, thighs turning red from the impact. “Yes, please, fuck me harder, faster. Your cock feels so good hyung,” he groans, wiggling his ass. Kyungsoo smacks it, watching Jongin squirm, his back arching beautifully. He leans down to lick his nipples and thrusts harder, balls slapping against the other’s round ass. “God, yes, fuck yes, Soo.” Jongin once again pulls at his hair and he growls, spreading his legs open so he can fuck him open completely.
He watches the way his cock move in and out of him, stretching him. “Jesus, Jongin, you’re so fucking wet.” The other just moans and starts rutting faster. “More, please, hyung, make me come.” With that, Kyungsoo grabs his legs and pushes Jongin onto his back. He starts thrusting his cock at a hurried pace, sloppy, dirty and they can hear the obscene noises Jongin’s hole are making. The different, deeper angle hitting his spot makes Jongin scream, uncaring that the neighbours can hear. His cock is already leaking but for now, Jongin is top priority and if this pretty boy wants to cum, he’ll make him cum.
“I’m close, ah, Kyungsoo, I’m close!” he screams as he comes all over his stomach. Jongin’s muscles tighten around his cock and his hips start to stutter. It hits Kyungsoo suddenly, the rush, mouth falling open as his orgasm nears. Jongin moans softly at the sensation of being filled up and his insides feels so warm. Sighing at the pleasure, he leans down to peck Jongin on the mouth, earning a giggle.
“I wasn’t too rough, wasn’t I?” he asks worriedly, caressing Jongin’s cheek. He can already see the bruises forming on Jongin’s waist. The latter shakes his head and chuckles. “No, it was great. You’re great.” Kyungsoo smiles and pulls his now soft cock from Jongin’s hole and they both grunt at the pleasure. Cum starts to leak and Kyungsoo uses two fingers, pushing the cum back inside, keeping Jongin sated. “That feels good,” Jongin sighs and pouts. “Now, cuddle me.”
Kyungsoo laughs at the pout given to him and lays down on the couch. He brings Jongin closer into his arms, massaging his back lightly. Jongin hums and peppers butterfly kisses all over his neck and collarbones.
“Your friends are nice,” Jongin says, tucking his head under Kyungsoo’s chin. “Yeah?” He kisses his hair. “I'm glad you think so. Or else I'd have to teach them a lesson.”
Jongin snickers. “I feel so sticky,” he adds as an afterthought. Kyungsoo hurriedly gets up, mumbling incoherently before reaching for a pack of wipes. “Here you go,” he says and starts cleaning Jongin’s tummy. He starts laughing and Kyungsoo looks at him in confusion.
“What?”
“Oh my god, I just realised that you didn't even give me a house tour before we fucked.”
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and sets the dirty wipes on the coffee table. “Well I wanted to but someone here couldn't wait to get his hands on me.” He pokes Jongin’s stomach before pulling his boxers up his knees. Then, he takes his shirt he discarded and wears it on Jongin instead.
“You look pretty in it,” he praises and Jongin beams at him. They sit down on the couch again and he lets Jongin hug him. The living room goes quiet for a moment until Jongin takes a deep breath. He buries himself further into Kyungsoo’s neck and his hair tickles his chin.
“Kyungsoo?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you want to do it in the shower next?”
“You're insatiable, Kim Jongin.”
X
After showering together, but not before getting sucked off, twice, and fucking Jongin into the bathroom’s tiled walls, Kyungsoo is supposed to feel worn out but instead he feels energised. He is about to prepare dinner until Jongin stops him with a stern look.
“Let’s just order pizza today,” he says, already reaching out for his phone.
“But I wanted to cook for you,” Kyungsoo whines.
Jongin kisses him on the cheek and taps a finger on his nose. “You treated me so well today, hyung, you deserve a break. I promise that you can make me breakfast tomorrow, hmm?” Of course, Jongin continues to give out his puppy dog eyes look, a look where Kyungsoo will literally drop anything to make the other happy.
“You know you’re cute,” he answers in lieu of a reply and Jongin knows he has won. “I’ll call the place now, beef pepperoni and chicken wings, right?” Kyungsoo nods with a soft smile and shoos Jongin outside of his room to make the call. “Don’t miss me too much!” Jongin yells, laughing afterwards.
Kyungsoo spots Jongin’s bag at the foot of his bed and decides to arrange his clothes for him. For some reason, when he moved in, he bought a set of drawers that were more than enough to store his garments in. The last drawer is empty and Kyungsoo crouches to unzip the bag. Six shirts, pants, a couple of shorts and briefs. Not much, but Jongin can always use his washing machine. Or even better, wear his clothes.
He separates Jongin’s toiletries and laptop, almost emptying the bag. At the bottom, he furrows his eyebrows when he sees a blue handkerchief. It’s plain and simple but the threads at the ends are beginning to unravel, indicating that it had been kept for a long time. Kyungsoo takes out the handkerchief, examining it, wondering why Jongin hasn’t thrown it out yet.
“It looks familiar though….is it Sehun’s?”
In a blink of an eye, he hears a yelp and the handkerchief disappears from his hand. Kyungsoo looks up to Jongin staring back at him with the said cloth in his hand. There’s a frightened look in his eyes and Jongin’s entire body is trembling. He looks like a cornered cat and Kyungsoo instantly regrets his decision.
“I’m sorry,” he blurts out, immediately getting up. What if Jongin had considered his help, or so he thought, as a breaching of privacy? I’m so stupid, he thinks bitterly. “I thought I could help you arrange your stuff when you were ordering, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, Kyungsoo,” Jongin interjects, sighing. “I was just surprised, sorry if I looked like I hated it,” he pouts but Kyungsoo is not deterred. It definitely looked like he despised him touching his belongings and the worry must still be evident in his eyes. “Don’t even think about removing my clothes from your drawer, they look like they belong there,” Jongin chides in, smirking.
Kyungsoo breaks out into a small smile and nudges Jongin’s shoulder. “Still, m’sorry,” he mumbles but Jongin isn’t having none of that. He links their arms together and nuzzles into his shoulder. “I told you it’s fine now come on, my favourite show is about to start!”
As they leave his bedroom, Kyungsoo doesn’t miss Jongin secretly dropping the handkerchief into his bag again.
It’s almost 12am when the night goes quiet, the buzzing of the television running low in the background. Kyungsoo blinks his eyes open sleepily, realising that he must have had dozed off while watching an episode of Parks and Rec. He peers down at Jongin who is sleeping soundly with his head on his lap and his own fingers tangled in Jongin’s hair. Chuckling to himself, he recollects what happened before their unplanned nap. He remembers them making out languidly on the couch after devouring slices and slices of pizza. The taste of pepperoni was strong on Jongin’s tongue but Kyungsoo was perfectly content knowing that the other was full. Then, Kyungsoo recalls Jongin on his lap and they were talking, just simply talking about each other lives.
Kyungsoo had made sure to soak all of those precious moments, he wants to learn more and more about the beautiful boy before him.
“I used to be a really shy and quiet kid,” Jongin had said, giggling afterwards like he couldn’t believe he was once timid and gentle. Kyungsoo secretly thought that Jongin had maintained a bit of his old self, bashful when Kyungsoo went a bit further in providing the best comfort for him and gentle when he had landed shy, slow kisses all over his chest. “I was so scared to talk to anyone that one time I almost peed in my pants when I was forced to introduce myself to my relatives,” he ventured on and Kyungsoo had sworn he detected a bittersweet tone, a hint of regret.
Pondering a bit, Kyungsoo took the chance, brushing Jongin’s fringe with his hand. “How did you overcome it?” he asked quietly.
“Someone helped me,” Jongin smiled softly, intertwining his fingers with Kyungsoo’s with a twinkle in his eyes. “They made me realise that if I kept backing away, I’ll never get to reach my full potential.”
Kyungsoo returned the smile. “Is that why you started to dance? To show your full potential?”
Jongin shrugged. “Partly, I loved to dance since I was a kid but I was too shy to do it in public. Once I entered high school, I joined the dance club and now here I am,” he grinned. Kyungsoo squeezed his waist affectionately.
“You're amazing for taking that leap of courage, Kim Jongin.”
“Oh, stop,” Jongin snickered but Kyungsoo had seen the look of pride shining brightly on his face.
“Nini, wake up,” he gently sways Jongin’s body, urging the boy to get up. Jongin whines, refusing to open his eyes and snuggling even further into Kyungsoo’s thighs. “Come on, baby, let’s sleep in my bed instead, you’re gonna strain your back if you sleep here.”
“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles and Kyungsoo senses his slight irritation. Jongin sure is grumpy when he gets bothered from his sleep, Kyungsoo notes with a grin adorning his face. Just like a baby. Sighing, he leans down to press a kiss on the other’s soft hair. “If you stay here, I won’t cook you breakfast tomorrow.”
Jongin shoots up, drowsiness begone and glares at Kyungsoo. “You wouldn’t,” he exclaims, crossing his arms. Kyungsoo feels the need to laugh, he cannot believe his harmless threat would actually work but Jongin is cute like that. “Why wouldn’t I?” Kyungsoo raises a brow, feigning ignorance. Jongin harrumphs and grabs Kyungsoo’s hand to pull him up. “Hurry up, we’re going to cuddle and you’re going to cook me breakfast when we wake up.”
Kyungsoo’s heart flutters at the term ‘we’ and hugs Jongin from behind, eliciting a small shriek. “I’ll whip up the best breakfast you’ll ever had,” he promises making the other break out into bubbles of joy. Kyungsoo kisses his temple quickly and leads the way to his room.
Tomorrow is going to be a good day, Kyungsoo thinks as he falls asleep with Jongin’s back against his chest, the warmth radiating from the other lulling him to sleep.
X
When Kyungsoo wakes up, he is hit with light rays filtering through the blinds. That, and the fact that Jongin had hogged the blanket all to himself, burying himself under it. “He looks like a burrito,” Kyungsoo whispers to no one, watching Jongin’s lips parting and closing fondly. He carefully gets up from his bed and hurries to the bathroom to brush his teeth. It’s 7am and Kyungsoo is ecstatic to prepare a meal for his own boyfriend.
Kyungsoo is frying homemade pancakes when he feels two arms lazily wrapping around his waist. “Good morning, Nini,” he greets easily and gets a hum in return. “Morning,” Jongin mumbles into his ear hotly. “You’re not wearing a shirt.” Kyungsoo smirks, flipping the pancakes at it. “Is that a problem?”
Jongin licks a stripe up his neck and bites his earlobe. “You’re not allowed to look so sexy in the morning, it’s bad for my health.” Kyungsoo shivers when Jongin drops wet kisses on his left shoulder and tries hard to stay focus. “I’m not letting the pancakes burn, Jongin,” he says sternly, hearing Jongin grunt afterwards. He turns his head to the side momentarily to peck Jongin on the mouth.
“Go brush your teeth first then you can eat.” Jongin nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. He leaves the kitchen and just knows that Kyungsoo is watching his hips sway from behind. After all, he only brought the tightest underwear he owned because he loves riling Kyungsoo up.
“He’s sure taking a long time.” Kyungsoo wonders, it’s been almost half an hour since Jongin disappeared into his bedroom. During that period, Kyungsoo also prepares scrambled eggs and bacon because he knows the other has a huge appetite. Abruptly, he hears footsteps entering the kitchen and smiles at Jongin. “Sorry, I’m late, had to take a dump,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his neck. This time, Jongin had changed into a white T-shirt and sweats. He looks wonderful even in the morning.
“It’s fine, come on, let’s eat,” he ushers cheerfully and Jongin races to the dining table. “Everything looks so good!” Jongin’s eyes sparkle and Kyungsoo wants to smother him in hugs and kisses. Jongin begins to pile everything on a plate, filling it with fluffy looking pancakes, crispy bacon and scrambled eggs. Kyungsoo helps him drizzle maple syrup on the pancakes, receiving a small happy thanks from the other. Together, they start to eat, preparing themselves for the day.
Jongin rubs his tummy, feeling sated and pleasant after eating a proper homemade meal. He watches Kyungsoo from behind who is washing dishes, insisting that he should just sit rather than helping him. Jongin licks his lips at the bold display of Kyungsoo’s sexy shoulder blades and the flexing of his muscles as he squeezes the sponge. He’s already semi-hard and decides to act quickly.
Kyungsoo can feel Jongin staring at his back intensely and it’s really bothering him, especially around the lower area. He hears a chair being dragged and guesses that Jongin had gotten up. Slowly, Kyungsoo wipes his hands clean with a rag after washing the pans and plates, feeling nervous all over the sudden. In a heartbeat, Jongin is behind him, grinding his hardening cock against his ass.
“H-hyung,” Jongin trembles, his hand diving into Kyungsoo’s boxers and reaches for Kyungsoo’s cock. “Kyungsoo hyung, I need you, right now.” He begins to stroke Kyungsoo’s cock, slowly, with one finger trailing up a protruding vein. Kyungsoo turns around, gulping and tilts Jongin’s chin up. Jongin’s eyes are dark, full of lust. “Where, Nini? Here? Do you want me to fuck you on the counter?”
Jongin continues stroking his cock, spreading the precum all over. “Yes, please, I want your cock so bad, I want you to cum in me.” Kyungsoo holds Jongin’s wrist, taking his hand out of his pants. He almost explodes when Jongin takes his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, moaning at the taste of Kyungsoo’s cum. “Mmm, y-you taste so good, ahh, hyung.”
“Turn around and bend over the counter, Nini. I’ll make it fast.” Kyungsoo demands, watching the lithe body, watching Jongin present his delicious backside to him. He never wants anybody else to see Jongin like this, all needy and begging for a cock inside him.
Taking off his pants and boxers, he reaches for Jongin’s sweats and pulls them down. Kyungsoo almost chokes when he sees no briefs, just a pert ass waiting for him. “You’re so naughty, Jongin. No underwear?”
Jongin laughs under his breath and flips his head to the side to look at Kyungsoo. “I also already, ah, prepared myself, so hurry up, Kyungsoo,” he teases and smirks when he sees Kyungsoo’s nostrils flare a bit. “You’re driving me insane, baby.” Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow as he inserts a finger into Jongin’s hole, all wet and sticky. “Was that why you took such a long time in the bedroom? Were you fucking yourself on my bed thinking of me?”
“Yes, yes, I imagined your big fat cock drilling inside me so fuck me now!”
In one go, Kyungsoo cups his ass and buries his cock inside the hot walls. Jongin throws his head back, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of being filled up. He steadily thrusts his hips more, cupping Jongin’s ass and growls upon seeing Jongin’s hole sucking him in. “You feel amazing, Nini, you’re always so good for me,” he compliments, noticing how Jongin moans louder.
Kyungsoo bites his lips as Jongin tries to sink lower on his cock, walls clenching tightly like a hot vise. His hand reaches forward around Jongin to grab his dick. Jongin begins to match his pace, bouncing on his cock faster in time with Kyungsoo’s stroking. “Jesus fuck, you take me so well, baby, you’re holding onto me so tight.”
“Come inside me, babe,” Jongin groans loudly, fingers gripping firmly on the counter. Kyungsoo digs his nails into Jongin’s lower back and he can physically feel his orgasm building rapidly. Jongin mewls when Kyungsoo rolls his hips in a way that makes him see white spots in his eyes. “F-fuck,” Jongin stutters as Kyungsoo pounds mercilessly into his ass. He falls over the counter when he comes from the oversensitivity of being pounded into and the long fingers touching his cock. The other lifts his ass up in the air, slamming in one last time before coming with a low groan.
Jongin feels the warm gushes of Kyungsoo’s come filling him up, closing his eyes and feeling incredibly blissed. Kyungsoo helps to wear his sweats again after pulling out of him, smacking his ass in a playful manner. He moans softly at the action and turns around to kiss him. Jongin sucks on his tongue while Kyungsoo proceeds to deliver open mouthed kisses on his plushy lips.
“Thank you for the treat,” Kyungsoo laughs, placing his hands on Jongin’s waist. The latter only rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Thank you for cooking, boyfriend of the year.”
Kyungsoo only kisses him on the forehead as a welcome.
X
They are sitting on the couch when Jongin’s handphone disturbs the silence.
“Hello?” Kyungsoo can only hear muffled sounds at the other end of the line and resumes watching the show on the television.
“Tonight? Yeah, I think I’m free,” Jongin bites his bottom lip, “I’ll try asking him.” Kyungsoo suddenly gets interested, directing his gaze towards the one beside him. “Hmm, bye.” Jongin hangs up and turns to Kyungsoo who is looking at him curiously. “Soo, my friends invited me out to the club tonight.”
Oh. Kyungsoo smiles, “I see, have fun. Do you want me to send you there?” and fails to notice the disappointed look. “I….wanted to go with you…” Jongin trails off sadly and Kyungsoo’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh! I’m sorry Jongin, I thought you wanted to spend time with your friends alone, of course I’ll tag along,” he assures and the other beams. “Silly, of course I want you to come with me!”
Kyungsoo chuckles. “Alright, alright.” Jongin chews at his inner cheek and pecks Kyungsoo on the mouth. “Thank you. I know you hate going to clubs.” Kyungsoo brings his hand up to his lips and kisses his knuckles. “I’ll be fine as long as you don’t force me to get deadass drunk. After all, didn’t we first get to know each other at the club?” Kyungsoo wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
Jongin’s cheeks colours and he whines. “You promised to never bring that up again!”
“It really wasn’t that bad, Jongin. And for the record, I did not promise anything,” he answers, receiving another loud whine. Jongin buries his face in his hands, feeling his blood roaring at his ears. “No...I was completely drunk and did something I shouldn’t have.” Kyungsoo is sure that Jongin is pouting right now. Ruffling his hair, “I loved it though, what did you say to me at that time? Ah, ‘a special present for the birthday boy’.” The other smacks Kyungsoo on the arm, glaring with flushed cheeks.
“I’m going to take a shower now, don’t bother,” Jongin sulks and gets up. Kyungsoo follows and cups his face with his hands. He squishes Jongin’s cheeks together and latches his lips onto the other. “Don’t pout, Nini, you’re an infinite times more adorable when you smile,” he consoles and grins when Jongin’s glare dies down. “Shut up,” Jongin mumbles but there’s already a playful look in his eyes.
As Jongin heads down the hallway towards the bathroom, he looks back at Kyungsoo who’s already deep into watching his daily period drama. He smiles, feeling a bit melancholy. He opens the door and sighs.
“I’m a liar,” he whispers and shuts the door close.
part ii