f.t island: this time we didn't match
this time we didn't match
jonghun/hongki; r ≈ 850
Hongki's hair is a much more important matter than they thought.
“I like your hair long,” it wasn’t about how Jonghun whispered it in the folds of Hongki’s tousled hair that morning, but how Hongki’s heart pounded harder, and he felt the blood move slower, thicker into his veins. “It smells like berries,” Jonghun intended on talking some more.
“Shut up, I’m sleepy,” he hummed but Jonghun pestered him with his nose, it isn’t like the latter to be talkative but he picked the wrong timing. Jonghun prodded his thighs open and the forced knee rubbed the delicate insides of Hongki’s thighs. He moaned and it sounded strangled and deep. He wasn’t that surprised when Jonghun chuckled into his ear, their morning breath tangled for a sec before they kissed. Deep, sexy and slobbery, Hongki moved his tongue around Jonghun’s open cavern. The guitarist’s arms wrapped possessively around his waist, bringing their middles closer together-it was almost impossible, unless Jonghun had the brilliant idea of gluing their lower parts together. Hongki couldn’t help but pant and blush furiously just as his lips were freed. He grunted a tad as Jonghun climbed him as if he was a mountain, but the bigger man was careful and Hongki saw it through hazy eyes.
His mind was a blur but he could make the very distinguished noise, the sloshing and sucking of Jonghun’s mouth on his neck, he moaned as Jonghun lapped his neck and bit his vein. The corded muscles of Jonghun’s premature abs pressed harsh against Hongki’s stomach. It made his balls twitch, his pelvis strained with his arousal.
Jonghun however pressed no attention to the heat that smacked his thigh. He kept on lingering open mouthed kisses around his neck, his ear and cheeks.
He wrapped arms around the strong shoulders and his hands forced Jonghun into kissing him. Jonghun wouldn’t let him eat him that aggressively, and decided on troubling him in that slow exercise of lips and lazy tongues. Hongki twisted his fingers in the dark strands. Jonghun’s hair was shorter than usual, and he missed the touch of shoulder length hair in his fingers.
“You should leave your hair grow back. It looked better long.”
“Then promise me you won’t cut yours,” Jonghun began to move his hips in a small wave, and unrolled his shaft into Hongki’s. It made Hongki moan instead of answering.
“F-fuck… no,” he gasped, oh he wish he didn’t have the facial expression of an animal due, but he couldn’t help it, Jonghun knew how bad he wanted him especially after waking him up with sweet nothings of his hair-Hongki liked talking about his hair, or his self in general.
“No, promise me first,” Jonghun stubbornly stopped moving and Hongki’s throbbing dick cried in need. “Ugh, don’t do this,” he heard Hongki whimper.
Why did he talk about hair at times like this? Hongki’s fogged mind cleared and instead of going limp, he decided to get through with this. “Fine I promise, I won’t cut it,” he whined, his weakness withered by the boost of anger/ or anxiety.
Jonghun’s face cleared and a soft innocent smile illuminated his eyes. “Good boy,” he kissed Hongki, and let his lips leave with a Smack!
There wasn’t much to say really, Hongki broke another promise and the vocalist felt bad about it. There wasn’t much to do about it, what had been done had been done, his hair was now short again, and Jonghun wouldn’t look at him.
“Come on, it’s still me,” he forced a back-hug on the composer but Jonghun stayed still. Hongki couldn’t read the man’s void-of-emotions face so he just let his arms slip-until Jonghun grabbed them and fastened them around his chest like an extra small t-shirt.
“Of course it’s still you.”
Hongki smiled, Jonghun wasn’t mad at him, he wasn’t mad at anyone, he was just…mourning his hair.
“It was so beautiful, wasn’t it?” they lay on their backs back in Hongki’s messy room, and Hongki handles the talking, Jonghun was too lazy to carry the second end of that conversation, so he just nodded.
“I looked the most beautiful when I had it curled.”
Nod.
“…and you did enjoy grasping it hard when you came.”
Nod.
“I even read comments about how I was supposed to be a goddess who fell out of heaven.”
“Shut up, you stupid star,” Jonghun smothered Hongki suddenly as he blurted out. His arms are thick and tight, Hongki felt like choking, but it was nice. Being held this tight was lovely, matter of fact. His leader smelled of lavender, which was the opposite of his thick arms.
“I’m gonna grow mine.”
“Yeah, you better keep it for a long time,” Hongki smiled while saying. he gasped as Jonghun’s mouth found his face between the messy ribs he called body.
“I will.” Jonghun looked at him straight in the eyes.
“You look sexy with long hair,” he let his hands wander to Jonghun’s filthy red hair. He made a secret promise, next time, he too will let it grow for a long time, next time, and he too will hug Jonghun instead of reading mean comments.
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jonghun/hongki; r ≈ 850
Hongki's hair is a much more important matter than they thought.
“I like your hair long,” it wasn’t about how Jonghun whispered it in the folds of Hongki’s tousled hair that morning, but how Hongki’s heart pounded harder, and he felt the blood move slower, thicker into his veins. “It smells like berries,” Jonghun intended on talking some more.
“Shut up, I’m sleepy,” he hummed but Jonghun pestered him with his nose, it isn’t like the latter to be talkative but he picked the wrong timing. Jonghun prodded his thighs open and the forced knee rubbed the delicate insides of Hongki’s thighs. He moaned and it sounded strangled and deep. He wasn’t that surprised when Jonghun chuckled into his ear, their morning breath tangled for a sec before they kissed. Deep, sexy and slobbery, Hongki moved his tongue around Jonghun’s open cavern. The guitarist’s arms wrapped possessively around his waist, bringing their middles closer together-it was almost impossible, unless Jonghun had the brilliant idea of gluing their lower parts together. Hongki couldn’t help but pant and blush furiously just as his lips were freed. He grunted a tad as Jonghun climbed him as if he was a mountain, but the bigger man was careful and Hongki saw it through hazy eyes.
His mind was a blur but he could make the very distinguished noise, the sloshing and sucking of Jonghun’s mouth on his neck, he moaned as Jonghun lapped his neck and bit his vein. The corded muscles of Jonghun’s premature abs pressed harsh against Hongki’s stomach. It made his balls twitch, his pelvis strained with his arousal.
Jonghun however pressed no attention to the heat that smacked his thigh. He kept on lingering open mouthed kisses around his neck, his ear and cheeks.
He wrapped arms around the strong shoulders and his hands forced Jonghun into kissing him. Jonghun wouldn’t let him eat him that aggressively, and decided on troubling him in that slow exercise of lips and lazy tongues. Hongki twisted his fingers in the dark strands. Jonghun’s hair was shorter than usual, and he missed the touch of shoulder length hair in his fingers.
“You should leave your hair grow back. It looked better long.”
“Then promise me you won’t cut yours,” Jonghun began to move his hips in a small wave, and unrolled his shaft into Hongki’s. It made Hongki moan instead of answering.
“F-fuck… no,” he gasped, oh he wish he didn’t have the facial expression of an animal due, but he couldn’t help it, Jonghun knew how bad he wanted him especially after waking him up with sweet nothings of his hair-Hongki liked talking about his hair, or his self in general.
“No, promise me first,” Jonghun stubbornly stopped moving and Hongki’s throbbing dick cried in need. “Ugh, don’t do this,” he heard Hongki whimper.
Why did he talk about hair at times like this? Hongki’s fogged mind cleared and instead of going limp, he decided to get through with this. “Fine I promise, I won’t cut it,” he whined, his weakness withered by the boost of anger/ or anxiety.
Jonghun’s face cleared and a soft innocent smile illuminated his eyes. “Good boy,” he kissed Hongki, and let his lips leave with a Smack!
There wasn’t much to say really, Hongki broke another promise and the vocalist felt bad about it. There wasn’t much to do about it, what had been done had been done, his hair was now short again, and Jonghun wouldn’t look at him.
“Come on, it’s still me,” he forced a back-hug on the composer but Jonghun stayed still. Hongki couldn’t read the man’s void-of-emotions face so he just let his arms slip-until Jonghun grabbed them and fastened them around his chest like an extra small t-shirt.
“Of course it’s still you.”
Hongki smiled, Jonghun wasn’t mad at him, he wasn’t mad at anyone, he was just…mourning his hair.
“It was so beautiful, wasn’t it?” they lay on their backs back in Hongki’s messy room, and Hongki handles the talking, Jonghun was too lazy to carry the second end of that conversation, so he just nodded.
“I looked the most beautiful when I had it curled.”
Nod.
“…and you did enjoy grasping it hard when you came.”
Nod.
“I even read comments about how I was supposed to be a goddess who fell out of heaven.”
“Shut up, you stupid star,” Jonghun smothered Hongki suddenly as he blurted out. His arms are thick and tight, Hongki felt like choking, but it was nice. Being held this tight was lovely, matter of fact. His leader smelled of lavender, which was the opposite of his thick arms.
“I’m gonna grow mine.”
“Yeah, you better keep it for a long time,” Hongki smiled while saying. he gasped as Jonghun’s mouth found his face between the messy ribs he called body.
“I will.” Jonghun looked at him straight in the eyes.
“You look sexy with long hair,” he let his hands wander to Jonghun’s filthy red hair. He made a secret promise, next time, he too will let it grow for a long time, next time, and he too will hug Jonghun instead of reading mean comments.
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