there are 265 bones in the human body (would you like one more?)
there are 265 bones in the human body (would you like one more?)
jongin/kyungsoo, nc-17, porn
lazy sunday mornings in bed.
....i have no excuse either. only completed bc youniqorn is the qtest cheerleader ever ;w;
It’s warm when Kyungsoo wakes up, the sun way too bright behind his eyelids, his arm pinned to his side. There is a lock of hair in his nose, so Kyungsoo has to twitch away before he sneezes. There are no schedules today morning - the first thing Kyungsoo does every morning is to remember if they have anywhere to go - so he buries deeper into the sheets, pulling them up to his chin before he registers the presence of Jongin tangled up next to him. Jongin is asleep, his shallow breaths tickling the side of Kyungsoo’s neck where he’s wedged his face in, hand thrown carelessly over Kyungsoo’s middle.
“Mmmmm,” Kyungsoo mutters, and tries moving, but there’s barely any space on the single bed even though Jongin is as close as can be. Jongin stirs, but doesn’t wake, and presses his face closer so his lips are warm and soft on Kyungsoo’s skin. Sometimes Kyungsoo wonders if the way Jongin is incredibly clingy is what makes Kyungsoo so drawn to him - Kyungsoo’s never really been a very touchy-feely person, but Jongin’s touch is insistent and needy and unravels Kyungsoo, just like that. Kyungsoo doesn’t really ever get to say no to Jongin, not when Jongin’s got his fingers laced through Kyungsoo’s, not when he’s got him backed up against the closet, his tongue slow and languid against Kyungsoo’s own.
It takes quite a while for Jongin to stir, Kyungsoo watching him through sleep-lidded eyes. Jongin blinks lazily, still half-awake, and breaks into a sort of smile when he sees Kyungsoo’s face, falling back against the pillow. Kyungsoo chuckles at the way he goes right back to sleep.
“Were you cold last night,” Kyungsoo murmurs, turning on his side to bring a knee up between Jongin’s. Jongin doesn’t answer for a bit, and Kyungsoo’s about to fall back into sleep when Jongin snuggles closer.
“No,” he mumbles, “just.”
Jongin climbs into Kyungsoo’s bed in the middle of the night more often than not, but Kyungsoo likes asking him about it the morning after because he knows Jongin likes coming up with different answers. You were cold and lonely and I have a big heart is one of his recent favourites - Kyungsoo had tickled him to within an inch of his life when Jongin had first used it.
“I had to save from you from falling off your bed,” Jongin adds, a cheeky knot of mischief at the corner of his lips even with his eyes still closed, and Kyungsoo chuckles, reaching out a hand to rest on the small of Jongin’s back and pull him closer.
“Come here, then,” Kyungsoo says, sliding an arm to pillow Jongin’s head and he leans forward to close the distance between their lips - it’s no distance at all. Jongin’s eyebrows lift a little, but he’s smiling into the kiss, and they just stay like that for the longest time, their lips together with only the slightest hint of pressure, their limbs tangled up in the sheets.
Jongin’s hand creeps up to hold the side of Kyungsoo’s neck, and they inch closer, till there is no space between them, Jongin’s arm wedged tightly between their stomachs, Kyungsoo’s thigh slipping between Jongin’s. It’s comfortable like this, just kissing Jongin, even though Jongin’s thigh over his is heavy and Jongin’s arm is digging into his side, but Kyungsoo takes Jongin’s upper lip between his gently, kissing him like they have all the time in the world. Jongin takes no time at all to kiss back, pulling his tongue slowly across Kyungsoo’s lips, grinning at him through his lashes. There’s a coil that starts in the bottom of Kyungsoo’s stomach, tightening itself.
“Wow,” Jongin breathes, cupping the back of Kyungsoo’s neck and slipping his tongue into Kyungsoo’s mouth, and that’s the last word he gets in before Kyungsoo slides his palm downwards to dip into the waistband of Jongin’s pants. Jongin grins, his breath hot on Kyungsoo’s lips, and raises his eyebrows a little, but then his pelvis nudges forward into Kyungsoo’s slow hand, and he runs Kyungsoo’s tongue gently through his teeth, the way he knows it sends a shiver through Kyungsoo’s spine.
Kyungsoo reaches over Jongin to scrabble in his bedside dresser for lube, Jongin nibbling his ear as he stretches across Jongin’s torso, and when they’ve both got their pants on the floor and Kyungsoos has lube in the palm of his hand he smooths the flat of his palm over the top of Jongin’s cock, then slides under to cup it so Jongin grows hard in his grasp. Jongin’s rolled over on his back now, but keeping his hand on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck so Kyungsoo’s sprawled halfway over his torso, and they keep kissing, Kyungsoo running a finger down the ridge on the underside of Jongin’s cock. He keeps it slow, lazy because Kyungsoo’s still really only waking up, and the coil in his stomach isn’t too tight yet - he just likes the feel of Jongin’s skin against him, Jongin in his hands. Jongin seems to share this thought, because he doesn’t move, just sucking slowly at Kyungsoo’s tongue, till Kyungsoo feels himself grow hard against Jongin’s hipbone.
Still running his thumb slowly over Jongin’s length, Kyungsoo takes a breather away from the kiss to move downwards, pressing his lips in a trail to Jongin’s collarbones, biting down on the skin and then soothing it with his tongue. Jongin makes a choked noise at this and throws his head back, but his hand on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck is needy, so Kyungsoo smiles against his collarbones and keeps going. When Kyungsoo lifts his head to meet Jongin’s lips again in a crushing kiss, Jongin twists a little so he can slip his hand into Kyungsoo’s pants, too - Jongin flicks his tongue against Kyungsoo’s because both can play at this game.
Jongin is slow, too, lazily rolling the head of Kyungsoo’s cock in his fingers, smoothing the pad of his thumb against the slit that robs Kyungsoo of his breath for a second. Kyungsoo breathes heavily into the kiss, but neither of them pull away, just kissing and licking and sucking at each other’s lips, Kyungsoo helplessly thrusting into Jongin’s hand when Jongin crooks a finger to tease his balls. Jongin smirks, and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, but works on wrapping his fingers round Jongin’s cock to jerk him off. Kyungsoo can’t keep it slow any more, not when Jongin’s massaging the head of his cock and teasing his balls, so he just pants against Jongin’s mouth, loosening his hold on Jongin’s cock. Thankfully Jongin doesn’t slow down, and Kyungsoo is very nearly on edge - then Jongin’s twisting his hand downwards around Kyungsoo’s cock as he sucks hard on Kyungsoo’s tongue and the coil in Kyungsoo’s stomach is exploding, Kyungsoo coming all over Jongin in a stutter. Jongin chuckles when he finally lets Kyungsoo’s cock go.
“My turn,” Jongin whispers, and Kyungsoo has to choke out the ball of spit in his mouth and blink a bit to clear his vision - still whitish - to slide his fingers up Jongin’s dick again. He contemplates blowing Jongin, but then Jongin’s thrusting needily into his hand again as he sucks at Kyungsoo’s lower lip and Kyungsoo focuses on massaging the head, reaching out to lightly fondle Jongin’s balls before giving Jongin’s cock a hard tug. Jongin whines, a choked sound at the back of his throat that brings the hairs on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck to a stand, and finally when Kyungsoo squeezes once, hard, around Jongin’s erection he comes, pelvis slamming into Kyungsoo’s.
“Good morning to you, too,” Jongin says after they’ve caught their breaths, chuckling and bringing his fingers up to lick at Kyungsoo’s come.
Kyungsoo just laughs, wiping his fingers on the now-sticky sheets, and Jongin rolls over to sprawl over Kyungsoo, his face in Kyungsoo’s shoulder.
“Move,” Kyungsoo tells him, though he knows Jongin hears the laugh in his voice. “We need to clean up.”
“No,” Jongin says.
Kyungsoo shoves at Jongin’s butt, but Jongin doesn’t move and approximates the sound he makes when a fly comes too near.
“Go away,” Jongin tells him, “we can clean up in, like, fifteen minutes. In the shower.”
They do a lot more than clean up in the shower, but hey, Kyungsoo’s never found a better use for his mornings, really.
jongin/kyungsoo, nc-17, porn
lazy sunday mornings in bed.
....i have no excuse either. only completed bc youniqorn is the qtest cheerleader ever ;w;
It’s warm when Kyungsoo wakes up, the sun way too bright behind his eyelids, his arm pinned to his side. There is a lock of hair in his nose, so Kyungsoo has to twitch away before he sneezes. There are no schedules today morning - the first thing Kyungsoo does every morning is to remember if they have anywhere to go - so he buries deeper into the sheets, pulling them up to his chin before he registers the presence of Jongin tangled up next to him. Jongin is asleep, his shallow breaths tickling the side of Kyungsoo’s neck where he’s wedged his face in, hand thrown carelessly over Kyungsoo’s middle.
“Mmmmm,” Kyungsoo mutters, and tries moving, but there’s barely any space on the single bed even though Jongin is as close as can be. Jongin stirs, but doesn’t wake, and presses his face closer so his lips are warm and soft on Kyungsoo’s skin. Sometimes Kyungsoo wonders if the way Jongin is incredibly clingy is what makes Kyungsoo so drawn to him - Kyungsoo’s never really been a very touchy-feely person, but Jongin’s touch is insistent and needy and unravels Kyungsoo, just like that. Kyungsoo doesn’t really ever get to say no to Jongin, not when Jongin’s got his fingers laced through Kyungsoo’s, not when he’s got him backed up against the closet, his tongue slow and languid against Kyungsoo’s own.
It takes quite a while for Jongin to stir, Kyungsoo watching him through sleep-lidded eyes. Jongin blinks lazily, still half-awake, and breaks into a sort of smile when he sees Kyungsoo’s face, falling back against the pillow. Kyungsoo chuckles at the way he goes right back to sleep.
“Were you cold last night,” Kyungsoo murmurs, turning on his side to bring a knee up between Jongin’s. Jongin doesn’t answer for a bit, and Kyungsoo’s about to fall back into sleep when Jongin snuggles closer.
“No,” he mumbles, “just.”
Jongin climbs into Kyungsoo’s bed in the middle of the night more often than not, but Kyungsoo likes asking him about it the morning after because he knows Jongin likes coming up with different answers. You were cold and lonely and I have a big heart is one of his recent favourites - Kyungsoo had tickled him to within an inch of his life when Jongin had first used it.
“I had to save from you from falling off your bed,” Jongin adds, a cheeky knot of mischief at the corner of his lips even with his eyes still closed, and Kyungsoo chuckles, reaching out a hand to rest on the small of Jongin’s back and pull him closer.
“Come here, then,” Kyungsoo says, sliding an arm to pillow Jongin’s head and he leans forward to close the distance between their lips - it’s no distance at all. Jongin’s eyebrows lift a little, but he’s smiling into the kiss, and they just stay like that for the longest time, their lips together with only the slightest hint of pressure, their limbs tangled up in the sheets.
Jongin’s hand creeps up to hold the side of Kyungsoo’s neck, and they inch closer, till there is no space between them, Jongin’s arm wedged tightly between their stomachs, Kyungsoo’s thigh slipping between Jongin’s. It’s comfortable like this, just kissing Jongin, even though Jongin’s thigh over his is heavy and Jongin’s arm is digging into his side, but Kyungsoo takes Jongin’s upper lip between his gently, kissing him like they have all the time in the world. Jongin takes no time at all to kiss back, pulling his tongue slowly across Kyungsoo’s lips, grinning at him through his lashes. There’s a coil that starts in the bottom of Kyungsoo’s stomach, tightening itself.
“Wow,” Jongin breathes, cupping the back of Kyungsoo’s neck and slipping his tongue into Kyungsoo’s mouth, and that’s the last word he gets in before Kyungsoo slides his palm downwards to dip into the waistband of Jongin’s pants. Jongin grins, his breath hot on Kyungsoo’s lips, and raises his eyebrows a little, but then his pelvis nudges forward into Kyungsoo’s slow hand, and he runs Kyungsoo’s tongue gently through his teeth, the way he knows it sends a shiver through Kyungsoo’s spine.
Kyungsoo reaches over Jongin to scrabble in his bedside dresser for lube, Jongin nibbling his ear as he stretches across Jongin’s torso, and when they’ve both got their pants on the floor and Kyungsoos has lube in the palm of his hand he smooths the flat of his palm over the top of Jongin’s cock, then slides under to cup it so Jongin grows hard in his grasp. Jongin’s rolled over on his back now, but keeping his hand on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck so Kyungsoo’s sprawled halfway over his torso, and they keep kissing, Kyungsoo running a finger down the ridge on the underside of Jongin’s cock. He keeps it slow, lazy because Kyungsoo’s still really only waking up, and the coil in his stomach isn’t too tight yet - he just likes the feel of Jongin’s skin against him, Jongin in his hands. Jongin seems to share this thought, because he doesn’t move, just sucking slowly at Kyungsoo’s tongue, till Kyungsoo feels himself grow hard against Jongin’s hipbone.
Still running his thumb slowly over Jongin’s length, Kyungsoo takes a breather away from the kiss to move downwards, pressing his lips in a trail to Jongin’s collarbones, biting down on the skin and then soothing it with his tongue. Jongin makes a choked noise at this and throws his head back, but his hand on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck is needy, so Kyungsoo smiles against his collarbones and keeps going. When Kyungsoo lifts his head to meet Jongin’s lips again in a crushing kiss, Jongin twists a little so he can slip his hand into Kyungsoo’s pants, too - Jongin flicks his tongue against Kyungsoo’s because both can play at this game.
Jongin is slow, too, lazily rolling the head of Kyungsoo’s cock in his fingers, smoothing the pad of his thumb against the slit that robs Kyungsoo of his breath for a second. Kyungsoo breathes heavily into the kiss, but neither of them pull away, just kissing and licking and sucking at each other’s lips, Kyungsoo helplessly thrusting into Jongin’s hand when Jongin crooks a finger to tease his balls. Jongin smirks, and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, but works on wrapping his fingers round Jongin’s cock to jerk him off. Kyungsoo can’t keep it slow any more, not when Jongin’s massaging the head of his cock and teasing his balls, so he just pants against Jongin’s mouth, loosening his hold on Jongin’s cock. Thankfully Jongin doesn’t slow down, and Kyungsoo is very nearly on edge - then Jongin’s twisting his hand downwards around Kyungsoo’s cock as he sucks hard on Kyungsoo’s tongue and the coil in Kyungsoo’s stomach is exploding, Kyungsoo coming all over Jongin in a stutter. Jongin chuckles when he finally lets Kyungsoo’s cock go.
“My turn,” Jongin whispers, and Kyungsoo has to choke out the ball of spit in his mouth and blink a bit to clear his vision - still whitish - to slide his fingers up Jongin’s dick again. He contemplates blowing Jongin, but then Jongin’s thrusting needily into his hand again as he sucks at Kyungsoo’s lower lip and Kyungsoo focuses on massaging the head, reaching out to lightly fondle Jongin’s balls before giving Jongin’s cock a hard tug. Jongin whines, a choked sound at the back of his throat that brings the hairs on the back of Kyungsoo’s neck to a stand, and finally when Kyungsoo squeezes once, hard, around Jongin’s erection he comes, pelvis slamming into Kyungsoo’s.
“Good morning to you, too,” Jongin says after they’ve caught their breaths, chuckling and bringing his fingers up to lick at Kyungsoo’s come.
Kyungsoo just laughs, wiping his fingers on the now-sticky sheets, and Jongin rolls over to sprawl over Kyungsoo, his face in Kyungsoo’s shoulder.
“Move,” Kyungsoo tells him, though he knows Jongin hears the laugh in his voice. “We need to clean up.”
“No,” Jongin says.
Kyungsoo shoves at Jongin’s butt, but Jongin doesn’t move and approximates the sound he makes when a fly comes too near.
“Go away,” Jongin tells him, “we can clean up in, like, fifteen minutes. In the shower.”
They do a lot more than clean up in the shower, but hey, Kyungsoo’s never found a better use for his mornings, really.