Mimosa Pudica
Title: Mimosa Pudica
Rating: R
Pairing: Chanyeol/Kai
Genre: fluff, is making love a genre
Word Count: ~1.8K
Summary: Jongin can always count on Chanyeol to cheer him up.
Notes: So I woke up this morning with this in my head, and Amanda pretty much enabled me so here it is.
also, mimosa pudica is also known as sensitive/shy plant and the touch-me-not.
It's a trivial thing, and Jongin shouldn't be this angry. But he is, and Chanyeol senses it right away when Jongin slams the door and groans into his pillow.
He's too pissed to fall asleep, and the fact that he is only pisses him off more.
"Is it me?" Chanyeol's voice seems to squeeze into Jongin's ears, desperately trying to pull him out of his thoughts.
Jongin hoists himself up on one palm and turns to where Chanyeol is, standing by the now-open door, finger apprehensively picking at the doorknob. Jongin manages another groan.
He loves Chanyeol, really, and his boyfriend is a much better person than Jongin is in an infinite number of ways, but Chanyeol acts like Jongin is some kind of godsend fucking angel sometimes, walking on eggshells around Jongin whenever he's angry. Even when it's not his fault.
It usually isn't, and this time is no exception.
"No." Jongin sighs, plumping up a pillow so he can lean back against it. "No, Chanyeollie hyung," he rephrases, hoping it would be reassuring enough. "Bad day at work."
Chanyeol's worried pout immediately disappears and he grins, exposing most of his teeth. Jongin's memorized how they feel and taste against his tongue by now, and a small whimper escapes his lips before he can stop it.
"Is there.. anything you want to do?" Chanyeol questions, eyebrow raised knowingly.
Jongin's mind travels back years ago, when the two of them had gotten a considerable amount of drunk in a club, and some douchebag tried to pick a fight with Jongin. Chanyeol had effortlessly pulled Jongin away from the stranger and brought him back to his apartment, all with only five words: take it out on me.
Chanyeol let Jongin fuck him that night, biting into the pillow and writhing under Jongin but never asking to stop no matter how much it must've hurt. Jongin had fallen in love with the way Chanyeol was willing to give in to him; to give him everything he needed and wanted in order to feel satisfied.
Jongin will always be glad that, even in his drunken state, he'd had the decency to kiss the bruises on Chanyeol's delicate skin. And, once Chanyeol was calm enough, made gentle love to him.
Chanyeol remembers. Of course he does - Jongin found that Chanyeol made it a point long ago to remember every single thing about Jongin and their relationship, and Jongin sometimes wonders about the kinds of things Chanyeol's brain could take in if it hadn't been for Jongin. ("I'd probably find a way to get to know about you, anyway," is probably what Chanyeol would say. Jongin inwardly snorts.)
"That's okay," Jongin gets out, and he wants to kick himself in the face.
Even after years of knowing each other and sharing their deepest guiltiest desires, Jongin still struggles to say the words he wants so badly to say. He wants to open up his heart and expose every embarrassing feeling. Jongin wants to let Chanyeol know that that night had been a one time thing, that he doesn't want to use his boyfriend like that anymore; that he doesn't want to intentionally hurt the person he loves, even if Chanyeol didn't mind it.
"Well," Chanyeol says, walks further into the room and lifts his shirt over his face. "I was going to shower. And if you want to join me~" he trails off, now topless and biting at his lower lip, slowly taking off his bottoms.
Jongin narrows his eyes. "Did you not shower all day?"
"Nope." Chanyeol's grin widens. "I was waiting for you to get home."
"Gross."
"You love it."
"I don't!" Jongin retorts, smile already forming on his lips.
"How could you not love this?" Chanyeol asks and gestures to his body, now fully naked. He does a little spin, then, arms bent and palms outstretched towards the ceiling. When he comes to a stop, Chanyeol tilts forward and bends his knees, and a full second passes before Jongin realizes his boyfriend is twerking.
Jongin wants to laugh and throw their smallest pillow at him, he really does, but he can see Chanyeol's dick in such plain view, hanging low and slapping against his thigh at every shake.
Great. Now even Chanyeol's bad dancing makes his own dick twitch.
"You know," Jongin rasps, "if you're trying to cheer me up, you should just get over here."
Chanyeol stops whatever it is he was doing and his smile tightens, showing a dimple that Jongin really, really wants to lick. Jongin shifts on the bed, meaning to make space for Chanyeol to sit next to him, but in just a blink there's a boyfriend on his lap.
"Hi," said boyfriend chirps.
"Hi," Jongin replies, and it's amazing how easily Chanyeol can make him forget what he was even angry about in the first place. It doesn't matter, anyway, because right now all that matters is the tall dimpled guy in Jongin's lap, smiling down at him like he isn't turning purple from being naked in the cold room.
Chanyeol seems to read Jongin's mind, because he starts warming himself by attempting to twerk in Jongin's lap. Again, it should have him laughing, or giving Chanyeol a playful shove at least, but Jongin's head falls back as he moans.
"Damn you, Yeol," Jongin curses, hand coming up to fist at Chanyeol's hair. His boyfriend only snickers into his ear as he brings Jongin to full hardness.
Jongin feels the first lick at his earlobe, the next few ones trailing down his neck, and finds that Chanyeol had showered after all, the smell of soap still traceable on soft skin. Jongin inhales his boyfriend's scent hungrily, wanting so much to be close; closer.
"I want you, Chanyeol," Jongin breathes, pulling Chanyeol against him. Still not close enough. "In me; around me, and I don't just mean sex, Yeol. I want... If I could somehow fall into you; if our hearts could link and start beating the same way, I'd do it right now."
Chanyeol slows to a stop, and Jongin opens his eyes to find the older looking right at him. He watches the way Chanyeol's brow furrows slightly as he swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Jongin doesn't remember if he had even said the words out loud, or if he had only imagined it.
"I love you," Jongin says, searching Chanyeol's eyes for a sign of acknowledgement.
But Chanyeol laughs.
Jongin smacks his shoulder. "What's so funny?"
"You're like a mimosa plant, Jongin," Chanyeol says affectionately. "The way you close yourself off shyly at every touch - or word - from me. But if I'm patient enough, and if I were to just give you some time, you'll open yourself up."
It's Jongin's turn to laugh now. "That - is - so - cheesy," he wheezes. His neck feels extremely ticklish all of a sudden, and Jongin jerks under Chanyeol, hands coming up to try and rid the sensation.
At the jerk, Chanyeol loses his balance and falls off the bed, one hand still grabbing his collar and bringing Jongin down with him. Chanyeol's head hits the wooden floor of their bedroom and Jongin instinctively rubs it, giggling as he mutters several are you okays onto Chanyeol's face.
It's clear that he's okay, but Jongin still waits for Chanyeol's answer before he dips lower for a kiss, hand still supporting Chanyeol's head. Jongin's memory hadn't been far off; Chanyeol's teeth feel exactly the same way Jongin remembers it.
The taste, however, is a little different. This time it's a little mango-like, and Jongin has a vision of Chanyeol biting into a Melona stick, and of the expression that follows once he realizes it's too cold. Jongin snorts and smiles into the kiss.
Chanyeol pulls away softly, eyes gleaming in delight as he looks up at Jongin. "What now?"
"I just imagined how you look like when you're eating ice cream."
Chanyeol widens his eyes, looking scandalized for being found out. Jongin laughs again, then squirms when fingers start poking his sides.
"You brat," Chanyeol hisses as he works on unbuttoning and unzipping Jongin, "is it so funny that your hyung ate ice cream?"
Jongin wriggles out of his clothes. "It is when it's you~" he teases.
Chanyeol swallows. "I'll let that one pass. Your body is too distracting."
Jongin smirks and helps Chanyeol up, sitting on the bed as his lover rummages through the bedside drawers. "Pretty lame excuse," he tuts when Chanyeol lubes himself up, "but I'll take that as a compliment."
Chanyeol settles in between Jongin's legs, gaze unwavering as he slips a moist finger into Jongin. "I have nothing for you but compliments."
Jongin gasps as another careful finger slides in. "No, Chanyeol." Jongin shuts his eyes and rests his forehead against Chanyeol's chest. "You've given me everything I could possibly ask for."
Jongin's fingers find their way into Chanyeol's hair again just as the fingers inside him start moving with purpose.
"And you continue to give me more."
"That's because I love you, Jongin."
Chanyeol frees his fingers and Jongin opens his eyes again, holding on to Chanyeol's muscled arms as he joins their bodies together. Chanyeol's movements are slow; regular, and Jongin wonders if he's memorizing this too - the way the room is both quiet and loud at the same time, with their shuddering pants and soft humming of the air conditioner.
He loves Chanyeol too, Jongin thinks, but he finds that he's incapable of proper speech. It's too much and not enough, becoming one with Chanyeol, and Jongin wishes his pants and moans were as solid as his thoughts are.
Jongin takes Chanyeol's face in one hand while the other runs down Chanyeol's back, occasionally massaging his ass. Chanyeol blinks every time Jongin's hand lands on a different feature on his face - from his eyebrows to his double eyelids, from the bridge of his nose to the softness of his cheeks, from the little dent of his philtrum to the wetness of his pink lips - until Chanyeol gives a little smile.
I know, Jongin. I know you love me too, the smile says.
Jongin doesn't know who comes first, or if anyone had even been first at all - their moans seem to blend into one another while they accidentally bump foreheads, and the rest of the world disappears in that moment. It's just him and Chanyeol, and as the last few fragments of his orgasm begin to fade Jongin wishes he could hold on to this feeling a little longer.
Instead, he clings on to Chanyeol. Chanyeol, who would always be within Jongin's grasp and would never think of leaving him.
Chanyeol drops to his side, planting kisses up Jongin's chest before making himself comfortable in the space between Jongin's outstretched arm and body. They don't say anything for a while, Chanyeol absent-mindedly drawing invisible circles on Jongin while he watches.
"Thank you," Jongin whispers now.
Chanyeol beams at him. "For dancing?"
Jongin laughs into his hair. "Yeah. For dancing.
"And for being you," he says, and presses his lips between Chanyeol's with fervor.
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Rating: R
Pairing: Chanyeol/Kai
Genre: fluff, is making love a genre
Word Count: ~1.8K
Summary: Jongin can always count on Chanyeol to cheer him up.
Notes: So I woke up this morning with this in my head, and Amanda pretty much enabled me so here it is.
also, mimosa pudica is also known as sensitive/shy plant and the touch-me-not.
It's a trivial thing, and Jongin shouldn't be this angry. But he is, and Chanyeol senses it right away when Jongin slams the door and groans into his pillow.
He's too pissed to fall asleep, and the fact that he is only pisses him off more.
"Is it me?" Chanyeol's voice seems to squeeze into Jongin's ears, desperately trying to pull him out of his thoughts.
Jongin hoists himself up on one palm and turns to where Chanyeol is, standing by the now-open door, finger apprehensively picking at the doorknob. Jongin manages another groan.
He loves Chanyeol, really, and his boyfriend is a much better person than Jongin is in an infinite number of ways, but Chanyeol acts like Jongin is some kind of godsend fucking angel sometimes, walking on eggshells around Jongin whenever he's angry. Even when it's not his fault.
It usually isn't, and this time is no exception.
"No." Jongin sighs, plumping up a pillow so he can lean back against it. "No, Chanyeollie hyung," he rephrases, hoping it would be reassuring enough. "Bad day at work."
Chanyeol's worried pout immediately disappears and he grins, exposing most of his teeth. Jongin's memorized how they feel and taste against his tongue by now, and a small whimper escapes his lips before he can stop it.
"Is there.. anything you want to do?" Chanyeol questions, eyebrow raised knowingly.
Jongin's mind travels back years ago, when the two of them had gotten a considerable amount of drunk in a club, and some douchebag tried to pick a fight with Jongin. Chanyeol had effortlessly pulled Jongin away from the stranger and brought him back to his apartment, all with only five words: take it out on me.
Chanyeol let Jongin fuck him that night, biting into the pillow and writhing under Jongin but never asking to stop no matter how much it must've hurt. Jongin had fallen in love with the way Chanyeol was willing to give in to him; to give him everything he needed and wanted in order to feel satisfied.
Jongin will always be glad that, even in his drunken state, he'd had the decency to kiss the bruises on Chanyeol's delicate skin. And, once Chanyeol was calm enough, made gentle love to him.
Chanyeol remembers. Of course he does - Jongin found that Chanyeol made it a point long ago to remember every single thing about Jongin and their relationship, and Jongin sometimes wonders about the kinds of things Chanyeol's brain could take in if it hadn't been for Jongin. ("I'd probably find a way to get to know about you, anyway," is probably what Chanyeol would say. Jongin inwardly snorts.)
"That's okay," Jongin gets out, and he wants to kick himself in the face.
Even after years of knowing each other and sharing their deepest guiltiest desires, Jongin still struggles to say the words he wants so badly to say. He wants to open up his heart and expose every embarrassing feeling. Jongin wants to let Chanyeol know that that night had been a one time thing, that he doesn't want to use his boyfriend like that anymore; that he doesn't want to intentionally hurt the person he loves, even if Chanyeol didn't mind it.
"Well," Chanyeol says, walks further into the room and lifts his shirt over his face. "I was going to shower. And if you want to join me~" he trails off, now topless and biting at his lower lip, slowly taking off his bottoms.
Jongin narrows his eyes. "Did you not shower all day?"
"Nope." Chanyeol's grin widens. "I was waiting for you to get home."
"Gross."
"You love it."
"I don't!" Jongin retorts, smile already forming on his lips.
"How could you not love this?" Chanyeol asks and gestures to his body, now fully naked. He does a little spin, then, arms bent and palms outstretched towards the ceiling. When he comes to a stop, Chanyeol tilts forward and bends his knees, and a full second passes before Jongin realizes his boyfriend is twerking.
Jongin wants to laugh and throw their smallest pillow at him, he really does, but he can see Chanyeol's dick in such plain view, hanging low and slapping against his thigh at every shake.
Great. Now even Chanyeol's bad dancing makes his own dick twitch.
"You know," Jongin rasps, "if you're trying to cheer me up, you should just get over here."
Chanyeol stops whatever it is he was doing and his smile tightens, showing a dimple that Jongin really, really wants to lick. Jongin shifts on the bed, meaning to make space for Chanyeol to sit next to him, but in just a blink there's a boyfriend on his lap.
"Hi," said boyfriend chirps.
"Hi," Jongin replies, and it's amazing how easily Chanyeol can make him forget what he was even angry about in the first place. It doesn't matter, anyway, because right now all that matters is the tall dimpled guy in Jongin's lap, smiling down at him like he isn't turning purple from being naked in the cold room.
Chanyeol seems to read Jongin's mind, because he starts warming himself by attempting to twerk in Jongin's lap. Again, it should have him laughing, or giving Chanyeol a playful shove at least, but Jongin's head falls back as he moans.
"Damn you, Yeol," Jongin curses, hand coming up to fist at Chanyeol's hair. His boyfriend only snickers into his ear as he brings Jongin to full hardness.
Jongin feels the first lick at his earlobe, the next few ones trailing down his neck, and finds that Chanyeol had showered after all, the smell of soap still traceable on soft skin. Jongin inhales his boyfriend's scent hungrily, wanting so much to be close; closer.
"I want you, Chanyeol," Jongin breathes, pulling Chanyeol against him. Still not close enough. "In me; around me, and I don't just mean sex, Yeol. I want... If I could somehow fall into you; if our hearts could link and start beating the same way, I'd do it right now."
Chanyeol slows to a stop, and Jongin opens his eyes to find the older looking right at him. He watches the way Chanyeol's brow furrows slightly as he swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Jongin doesn't remember if he had even said the words out loud, or if he had only imagined it.
"I love you," Jongin says, searching Chanyeol's eyes for a sign of acknowledgement.
But Chanyeol laughs.
Jongin smacks his shoulder. "What's so funny?"
"You're like a mimosa plant, Jongin," Chanyeol says affectionately. "The way you close yourself off shyly at every touch - or word - from me. But if I'm patient enough, and if I were to just give you some time, you'll open yourself up."
It's Jongin's turn to laugh now. "That - is - so - cheesy," he wheezes. His neck feels extremely ticklish all of a sudden, and Jongin jerks under Chanyeol, hands coming up to try and rid the sensation.
At the jerk, Chanyeol loses his balance and falls off the bed, one hand still grabbing his collar and bringing Jongin down with him. Chanyeol's head hits the wooden floor of their bedroom and Jongin instinctively rubs it, giggling as he mutters several are you okays onto Chanyeol's face.
It's clear that he's okay, but Jongin still waits for Chanyeol's answer before he dips lower for a kiss, hand still supporting Chanyeol's head. Jongin's memory hadn't been far off; Chanyeol's teeth feel exactly the same way Jongin remembers it.
The taste, however, is a little different. This time it's a little mango-like, and Jongin has a vision of Chanyeol biting into a Melona stick, and of the expression that follows once he realizes it's too cold. Jongin snorts and smiles into the kiss.
Chanyeol pulls away softly, eyes gleaming in delight as he looks up at Jongin. "What now?"
"I just imagined how you look like when you're eating ice cream."
Chanyeol widens his eyes, looking scandalized for being found out. Jongin laughs again, then squirms when fingers start poking his sides.
"You brat," Chanyeol hisses as he works on unbuttoning and unzipping Jongin, "is it so funny that your hyung ate ice cream?"
Jongin wriggles out of his clothes. "It is when it's you~" he teases.
Chanyeol swallows. "I'll let that one pass. Your body is too distracting."
Jongin smirks and helps Chanyeol up, sitting on the bed as his lover rummages through the bedside drawers. "Pretty lame excuse," he tuts when Chanyeol lubes himself up, "but I'll take that as a compliment."
Chanyeol settles in between Jongin's legs, gaze unwavering as he slips a moist finger into Jongin. "I have nothing for you but compliments."
Jongin gasps as another careful finger slides in. "No, Chanyeol." Jongin shuts his eyes and rests his forehead against Chanyeol's chest. "You've given me everything I could possibly ask for."
Jongin's fingers find their way into Chanyeol's hair again just as the fingers inside him start moving with purpose.
"And you continue to give me more."
"That's because I love you, Jongin."
Chanyeol frees his fingers and Jongin opens his eyes again, holding on to Chanyeol's muscled arms as he joins their bodies together. Chanyeol's movements are slow; regular, and Jongin wonders if he's memorizing this too - the way the room is both quiet and loud at the same time, with their shuddering pants and soft humming of the air conditioner.
He loves Chanyeol too, Jongin thinks, but he finds that he's incapable of proper speech. It's too much and not enough, becoming one with Chanyeol, and Jongin wishes his pants and moans were as solid as his thoughts are.
Jongin takes Chanyeol's face in one hand while the other runs down Chanyeol's back, occasionally massaging his ass. Chanyeol blinks every time Jongin's hand lands on a different feature on his face - from his eyebrows to his double eyelids, from the bridge of his nose to the softness of his cheeks, from the little dent of his philtrum to the wetness of his pink lips - until Chanyeol gives a little smile.
I know, Jongin. I know you love me too, the smile says.
Jongin doesn't know who comes first, or if anyone had even been first at all - their moans seem to blend into one another while they accidentally bump foreheads, and the rest of the world disappears in that moment. It's just him and Chanyeol, and as the last few fragments of his orgasm begin to fade Jongin wishes he could hold on to this feeling a little longer.
Instead, he clings on to Chanyeol. Chanyeol, who would always be within Jongin's grasp and would never think of leaving him.
Chanyeol drops to his side, planting kisses up Jongin's chest before making himself comfortable in the space between Jongin's outstretched arm and body. They don't say anything for a while, Chanyeol absent-mindedly drawing invisible circles on Jongin while he watches.
"Thank you," Jongin whispers now.
Chanyeol beams at him. "For dancing?"
Jongin laughs into his hair. "Yeah. For dancing.
"And for being you," he says, and presses his lips between Chanyeol's with fervor.
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