Tender we fall
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Word count:1700
Genre: PWP
“You’re beautiful.”
Jonghyun closes his eyes and smiles against Kibum’s neck. He searches for words to reply but his mind is devoid of common sense and full of soft buzzing and the overwhelming scent of Kibum. Jonghyun’s hands grip on his shoulders and this is where they stay. He is completely pliant in Kibum’s lap, under Kibum’s touch, lips, words.
Kibum kisses his jaw and presses his nose against Jonghyun's cheek. He feels Jonghyun’s short breathing, his clammy hands gripping on his shirt and all of it makes him feel excited. Alive.
Kibum takes off Jonghyun’s shirt, slowly, because why not. The time is on their side, the night too, there is nothing to be afraid of. His lips tiptoe across Jonghyun’s collarbones, then lower, kissing his nipple, making Jonghyun’s breath hitch and his grip on Kibum’s shoulders tighten. Kibum’s lips curl into a smile and then--then he looks up.
“Hey,” Kibum whispers, afraid to break the spell if he were to speak louder.
Jonghyun’s reply is nothing but a soft nod.
Kibum, however, wants more. He wants--he needs--to hear Jonghyun irrevocably fall apart underneath his touch. So he cradles Jonghyun’s face and leans their foreheads together.
His fingers comb through Jonghyun’s hair, slowly, gently. He savours Jonghyun’s tiny reactions: a weak thrust of his hips, his shaky hands sliding down Kibum’s arms, clinging to his bare arms, the tilt of his head. Awestruck, Kibum stares at Jonghyun’s face and realises that Jonghyun trusts him completely. All he is, all he has, it is in Kibum’s hands and Kibum is overwhelmed. Grateful. Curious. And maybe a bit daring.
He tugs at Jonghyun’s hair, waiting for Jonghyun, observing his face, to trace possible disapproval. And yet there is none. Jonghyun’s only reaction is a soft exhale, as Kibum kisses his cheek and makes his head fall back. His lips worship Jonghyun’s face, kissing his temple, his nose, the spot under his left eye and the one next to his eyebrow (the perfect spot for piercing).
“More.” Jonghyun says, eyes wide and lost. Gorgeous.
Kibum pushes Jonghyun away and looks at him, excited. “Stand up,” he commands.
Jonghyun does so, he slides off his lap and stands up between Kibum’s thighs. Kibum grins as he looks up and tugs at Jonghyun’s pants. He unbuttons and unzips them and looks up again. Jonghyun takes them off for him, almost tripping over in the process but catches himself on Kibum’s knees.
“We got time,” Kibum cackles as he helps him up.
“Not funny,” Jonghyun huffs, smiling along.
Kibum’s hands travel down Jonghyun’s spine, pulling him closer, slowly tearing them both apart. He presses his nose against Jonghyun’s pubes, his lips against Jonghyun’s cock. He inhales and this time there are Jonghyun’s hands, buried in Kibum’s hair. Gradually, his fingers wrap around Kibum’s neck, his thumb on Kibum’s apple, his heavy gaze on Kibum’s.
Kibum shudders and his cock stiffens in his pants. Jonghyun’s grip is far weaker than his own, and yet. It is pathetic how quickly Kibum is falling apart.
He looks up as he tries to swallow. His throat is dry, his head spinning from the thrill. He starts licking his way up Jonghyun’s cock, kissing the head. His hands travel up Jonghyun’s thighs, thumbs touching his balls, fingers gently pulling at his pubes until Jonghyun groans and falls forward.
“Oops,” Kibum chuckles against Jonghyun’s tummy, sounding not sorry at all. Jonghyun rolls his eyes at him, but smiles as he tries to sit back on Kibum’s lap.
“Wait, wait,” Kibum interrupts him and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He looks up at Jonghyun and adds, “Help me?”
“Demanding,” Jonghyun says as his fingers swat Kibum's’ away and resume unbuttoning. His lips follow his fingers, kissing every part of the revealed skin. Kibum leans back and hums silently. After the shirt follow the pants. Naturally, this part is a bit trickier and a lot less elegant, so Jonghyun simply stands up and pulls at Kibum’s ankles, pulling Kibum halfway off the bed in the process.
He is back in his lap in no time though, barely giving Kibum time to adjust, kissing him, this time on the mouth, hands on Kibum’s wrists,keeping him in one place. Kibum whines, he actually whines, letting out a desperate sound, because he wanted to make Jonghyun come undone first, and here he is, trapped, as Jonghyun is slowly destroying his plan, like the little rebel he is.
Jonghyun thrusts and Kibum groans, he leans back as Jonghyun’s fingers wrap around his cock and oh, he likes Jonghyun’s plan. Kibum’s jaw goes slack and he touches Jonghyun’s ribs, shoulders, takes his face and then kisses him as Jonghyun is slowly getting him off.
“You like that,” is not a question. They both know. Jonghyun knows how to drive him crazy. Slow slow, too slow but oh, Kibum is a masochist, he likes this, he likes this slow tempo because that only means it will last longer and when he comes it’ll be--
Jonghyun stops.
And then kisses him.
He laughs, the fucker laughs at Kibum, his little breathy laughter and then he’s at it again, as if he’s begging Kibum to snap and pin him down and fuck him. And oh, he wants to fuck him mindless, alright.
Jonghyun kneads his balls, but his fingers are gentle, too gentle.
“Come on,” urges Kibum.
“Yeah,” agrees Jonghyun and his face is smug, he looks at Kibum as if he were saying, yes, alright, I’ll go faster. But he doesn’t. He is slow, touching Kibum’s thighs, kissing Kibum’s neck, his other hand at Kibum’s nape, all sneaky and grabbing at his hair.
“Enough,” Kibum snaps and slaps Jonghyun’s hands away. Taking Jonghyun’s wrists in one hand is easy and so is turning them around. He thrusts mercilessly, savouring Jonghyun’s groan and his silly grin. He wanted this all along, and now, now that Kibum is on fire and frustrated and he wants more more more, for fuck’s sake.
He’s always been the one to act quickly when it comes to things he wants, after all.
“I’ll fuck you,” Kibum grins in his ear. “I’ll fuck you and you’ll cry out my name.”
Instead of words, Jonghyun whimpers. His voice is high and needy and his hands sneak around Kibum’s shoulders and pull him closer, “Do it,” he says breathlessly.
So Kibum reaches for the lube and the condom and then--then he kisses his way down Jonghyun’s collarbones and belly and pinches his sides and finally, finally, his lips are on Jonghyun’s cock. He takes it all in, his fingers teasing Jonghyun’s hole, slick with lube and his fingers are also there and then, then he stops.
He looks at Jonghyun’s face. He sees his teary eyes (they are closed, but tears accumulate at the edge) and he licks them away. Jonghyun is tight, but Kibum knows how to get him whining, sputtering nonsense and also love and he knows the right way to make Jonghyun worship his name.
Kibum presses his nose against Jonghyun’s collarbones, breathing him in. The air is heavy and hot and so is Jonghyun. He smells sweat on him, but that’s what Kibum loves.
“Go on,” Kibum chuckles, “tell me what you want.”
Jonghyun inhales and looks at him and his eyes are heavy, his hips grinding against Kibum’s. He leans into Kibum’s touch, his lips seeking for kiss, but Kibum is merciless. He wants words, not actions.
“Tell me,” he repeats as his fingers stretch Jonghyun.. He is breathless as well but he won’t show it, he wants Jonghyun to beg, he wants--
“Fuck me,” Jonghyun almost whispers. He closes his eyes and repeats “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
Kibum grins against his collarbones and then. Then he rolls them around, pressing Jonghyun close to his own body and whispers into his ear, “Do it yourself.”
Kibum grips at Jonghyun’s hips as Jonghyun sits on him and looks at him, a little betrayed and a lot aroused. He takes Kibum’s cock in his hand and slowly sits on him. His eyes roll back and Kibum’s hand automatically reach for his belly and then grip at Jonghyun’s forearms. Jonghyun looks at him, and while Kibum waits for him to readjust he kisses his knuckles. Jonghyun’s fingers wrap around his neck, pressing him down softly, but Kibum likes that, oh he likes that. What he likes more though, is Jonghyun moving around him, rising slowly, taking them both apart together.
Kibum closes his eyes but now it is Jonghyun who commands, “Look at me.”
He takes his hands, locking them together and then he fucks himself on Kibum’s cock, riding him slowly, then quickly, leaning his head back, slowly again, and his voice keeps getting louder and louder and Kibum stops him with a single move, sitting up against the board, pulling him close and kisses him.
It is a poor imitation of a kiss, really. All teeth and moans, Jonghyun’s ah ah ah, and Kibum is smiling against Jonghyun’s cheek. He grabs at Jonghyun’s ass, whispering senseless things into his ear (come on, come on, I got you, come on) and Jonghyun’s grip tightens, he holds Kibum in one place, kissing his shoulder, biting his collarbone, panting against his neck and then suddenly, quickly, he gets silent and he tightens around Kibum and he comes, his come between them, his grip on Kibum’s shoulders, his lips against Kibum’s jaw.
Kibum holds him, he always holds him, his eyes closed and as Jonghyun is nearing his end, Kibum keeps going, messily thrusting up, and even when Jonghyun sags against him, Kibum keeps going, drunk on Jonghyun’s poorly suppressed whimpers because it is too much and yet nowhere near enough and then he comes and curses and kisses Jonghyun, the back of his head hitting the board.
“Fuck,” Kibum laughs breathlessly, his lips pressed against Jonghyun’s. Jonghyun slides off him and lies down next to him, his arms wrap around Kibum's lower body in no time and Kibum thinks he is just where he should be. Something close like home.
A/N: I'm not my true self, posting this, what is this anyway.
*EDITED* (BUT I will leave this embarrassing A/N, so that it will hit me in my face the next time I get any dumb idea that drunk-writing is a thing.)