Re: Warning: Strong Languagejust2wingsAugust 8 2012, 22:34:51 UTC
“You already do,” Kibum speaks softly, now littering his strong, broad shoulders with kisses, although his hips tilt forward in a way that has him hot and hard against Jonghyun’s inner thigh. He quickly pulls back to send a pointed look to the elder, his eyeliner smudged around his left eye. Jonghyun’s free hand lifts to his face to wipe it away with his thumb and he stretches his neck to peck the corner of his eye. Kibum touches their noses together and kisses him lightly on the lips.
“Go,” Jonghyun suddenly orders, pushing his pelvis up into Kibum’s stomach before rolling around on the bed to lie face-down. He doesn’t miss the way the younger rolls his eyes as he does so; on purpose, because oh but he loves it when Kibum turns cocky, takes what he wants with that unique confidence of his.
“See?” Kibum speaks, trying so hard to keep up the serious façade. “You’re already eager, too.” He places his hands on either side of Jonghyun’s thin waist and waddles over behind him on his knees. The elder wiggles his small butt in the air as an answer and Kibum can only snort at that, but he’s smiling, too.
His smile changes when Jonghyun turns his head to throw him a heavy-lidded glance over his shoulder that has him fumbling for the lube, uncapping it with haste. He coats himself equally fast, biting his lip to keep from sounding too eager but the small sounds that betray him have Jonghyun burying his face into the pillow and smirking in anticipation.
Jonghyun feels himself visibly tense when Kibum parts him slowly, a strong shudder wracking through his shoulders. Kibum doesn’t move, not yet, but runs his hands up his back and down his sides, thumbs rubbing into his tan skin. Once his body stops shaking the younger begins tentatively rolling his hips and Jonghyun feels the telltale knot form in his throat - the one that chokes him up and makes it hard to breathe, but also makes him crave this.
Kibum keeps it slow and gentle, expert hips knowing just how much Jonghyun can take as he eases himself in more and more with measured thrusts. He holds the elder’s waist in place as he works through the tension in the muscles of his back; Jonghyun knows him well enough to know that even if Kibum loves to kiss him senseless whenever they get intimate, he also loves the sight of him bent over white sheets, of his back bowing with every push and of his sculpted muscles stretching with every deep breath he tries to inhale only to have it stolen from him time and time again.
When Jonghyun’s knuckles relax, no longer crisply fisting the bed sheets, Kibum drives himself deeper, drawing a long, high-pitched whine out of Jonghyun’s throat. The younger is quick to pick up the pace and Jonghyun squirms on the mattress, brow furrowing as his mouth hangs open, greedily gulping in air only to moan until he’s left breathless once more. He can almost feel Kibum’s gaze on his plush, parted lips, on his tightly shut eyelids and sweat-slicked neck. He tenses up again when the younger becomes a tad too reckless, leaving him clinging to his pillow with stiff muscles and a throbbing pulse that makes his veins stand out on his smooth skin.
“Breathe, Jjong,” he tells him, pace slowing down to a slow, continuous circling of his hips that has the elder moving in tandem against him. He places both his hands on Jonghyun’s shoulders, leaning in above him to hold himself up and squeezes the muscles by his neck, slowly moving to his deltoids to massage the warm, moist flesh. He presses his palms into them, weighing down on him as he keeps riding him and it all feels so good what with all the gentle but oh fuck just right-right there touches that Jonghyun can’t even bring himself to make a single noise, falling uncharacteristically silent as Kibum all but molests his taut muscles until he lies completely lax beneath him.
“Good?” the younger asks, but his voice sounds strained. Jonghyun cracks an eye open and tilts his head on the pillow to glance at him; he looks just as strained, as though holding back the coiled spring in his lower back, and yet he’s panting, small droplets of sweat gliding down his temples.
Re: Warning: Strong Languagejust2wingsAugust 8 2012, 22:37:54 UTC
“Good, good g-good,” and Jonghyun bellows the last syllable as Kibum suddenly deals a harder thrust. He keeps rocking, hard and fast, until the elder’s throat feels raw, his precious vocal chords abused in a way he knows turns Kibum on, and surely enough, seconds or minutes later - Jonghyun isn’t too sure - he hears the boy gasp behind him, hips stuttering as he tries to hold himself still. Jonghyun wishes he could see his face, watch the way his eyes cloud with bliss and cheeks flush pink as sweat trickles down his hairline. Kibum stays like that for a long time, unmoving and catching his breath, lying slumped over Jonghyun with each warm, laboured breath tickling the shell of his pierced ear. The elder can feel his heaving chest against his back, can feel his perked, dark nipples brush against his skin and he’s instantly reminded of how hard he still is, trapped against the mattress.
But Kibum knows better than to take too long, because he wants this too. He eventually bends down to place kisses to the faint dimples in Jonghyun’s lower back, hands caressing his shoulder blades one last time before he rolls over, almost throwing himself onto his back next to the other. He bounces up and down on the mattress a few times - Jonghyun is all over him the next second.
He’s smiling when Jonghyun catches his lips for a slow kiss and the way his long legs immediately wrap around him have him sinking into the embrace effortlessly.
“Love you,” he mumbles against the younger’s pursed lips. Kibum doesn’t answer; he threads his hands in Jonghyun’s thick locks and holds him down for yet another searing kiss. They both take their time tasting each other, brushing tongues and nipping at each other’s lips. Jonghyun places one hand to Key’s neck, thumb skimming over his Adam’s apple and rests the other on the mattress by his head as he pulls back to hover above him and breathe him in.
“You’re gorgeous,” Kibum tells him, fingers deftly brushing his fringe out of his eyes and over his ear, stopping at the small conch piercing and twisting it. Jonghyun knows he loves it, mostly because he’d gotten it to please him - not that Jonghyun personally regrets it.
He dives down for another kiss while searching for the tub of lube with blind fingers, fumbling around the sheets to no avail until he hears the distinct snap of a cap and looks down just in time to see Kibum reaching for him. He takes his sweet time slicking the elder up and Jonghyun takes a moment to admire his expectant smirk before pulling him back in for a kiss.
His heart seems to leap up into his throat when Key decides he’s ready and contorts beneath him, aligning the elder and guiding the tip until it’s pressing right where he wants it to. He doesn’t let go until the elder is halfway in and by then, Jonghyun’s heartbeat is pummeling against his chest, head drooping low as he rests his forehead against Kibum’s. The younger wraps his arms around his broad shoulders and crosses his ankles behind his back, pulling him in until he’s pressing deeper and Jonghyun grunts, arms already shaking from trying to hold himself still.
He locks eyes with Kibum’s glazed ones, dark and wet and the expression along with his mussed, sweaty hair and sinfully red lips has him swallowing thickly and shamelessly staring, because he thinks he doesn’t get to see him often enough like this. Bare, vulnerable, and yet confident and eager to please and be pleased. It’s a possessive thought but Jonghyun likes it, likes being reminded that he’s the one making him feel like this, that he’s the one he opens up to and when he grants the elder an almost frantic nod, urging him on, Jonghyun understands it’s truer than ever.
Re: Warning: Strong Languagejust2wingsAugust 8 2012, 22:40:13 UTC
The younger keens into his mouth when he begins rocking himself in and out, muttering quiet pleas and repeating his name against his lips until that’s all Jonghyun can hear - not the creaking of the mattress, nor his and Kibum’s pants and the slide of their skin but only the younger’s touched-out voice whispering words to his lips. He can feel Kibum’s cum slowly drip out of him and down the inside of his thigh with every further thrust and he can’t help but close his eyes with a low, broken hum because he’s pretty damn sure it’s the best feeling in the world.
Kibum wraps his fingers around his trembling biceps, nails cutting into his skin when Jonghyun steadily ups the pace, like a metronome being cranked up. He wants the younger boy to feel it, to feel him just like he did a while ago and to be left a hoarse, dripping mess in return. Jonghyun picks up the discarded lube and pours it over the base of his length and it helps, helps him thrust harder and deeper and Key cries out, eyes wide, fingers turning white around Jonghyun’s golden skin. It’s halfway between a grunt and a howl; he sounds raw, and Jonghyun can’t help the way both his pride and heart seem to swell.
“Yes,” he gasps, and Jonghyun smothers him with a kiss him because fuck he just loves this man, but he breaks away, panting and groans, “yes yes yes,” in between stifling breaths.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun suddenly moans into his skin when Kibum’s hips lift off the bed to meet him halfway. His hands let go of Jonghyun’s arms, where they both know he’s left marks, and fall to the elder’s waist, who reciprocates by rolling his hips down. Kibum splays his fingers over his narrow hips and squeezes, as though holding on and yet demanding, while his legs hike up his back.
“You feel-so good,” Jonghyun tells him, breathing hard onto his neck. Kibum drags a hand up to caress his hair and press him tighter into the crook of his neck
“You too,” he whispers, puckering his lips against Jonghyun’s ear.
And then no words are uttered, no words are needed as Jonghyun’s thrusts grow slower yet sharper and Kibum bites his bottom lip, cants his hips upwards pushing them both off the bed in time. Jonghyun bites his neck before raising himself onto his elbows, all the while following the motion of Kibum’s hips.
His lips feel plush and warm when Jonghyun slides his tongue between them, letting his hand creep up the younger’s side and it’s amazing how he can feel Kibum relax at that, sinking a little more into the mattress. His hand then trails down to his hip, thumb running over the juncture of his thigh because Jonghyun knows what that does to him. It has him shivering, groaning against the elder’s lips and it has the elder curving them into a grin. But Jonghyun’s hand soon slides past his thigh, elbow hooking beneath his knee and Kibum’s breath hitches all over again, mouth falling open at once because he’s touching him just right. Jonghyun is panting against his jaw, his nips and licks unnoticed by Kibum who can’t seem to focus, not when they are like this. He doesn’t last long after that, not when Key only proves to him how well he knows all his weak spots, knows just how to make him come undone a second time. When Jonghyun finally tips over the edge, the way Kibum looks up at him with tired, dark eyes before pecking him with warm lips suggests he doesn’t mind it, either. Not at all.
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(“I thought you’d told me to hurry up,” Jonghyun speaks, blandly observing the ceiling while Kibum is resting with his eyes closed beside him. He hums quietly to show he’s listening, still awake.
“There’s no one home yet,” the elder observes.
Kibum merely hums again, unmoving. For some reason, it has Jonghyun chuckling.
“I think you were the impatient one, here, ‘Bum.”
He listens for an answer and it comes after a slightly-too-long pause: Key shifts onto his side, his back resting against Jonghyun and sighs into the pillow, muttering what vaguely sounds like “whatever… still love me”.)
Re: Warning: Strong Languagejust2wingsAugust 29 2012, 00:27:52 UTC
this was truly, truly fantastic. idk if you have but this deserves to be posted on your journal. it's one of if not the best smut you've ever written, js.
“Go,” Jonghyun suddenly orders, pushing his pelvis up into Kibum’s stomach before rolling around on the bed to lie face-down. He doesn’t miss the way the younger rolls his eyes as he does so; on purpose, because oh but he loves it when Kibum turns cocky, takes what he wants with that unique confidence of his.
“See?” Kibum speaks, trying so hard to keep up the serious façade. “You’re already eager, too.” He places his hands on either side of Jonghyun’s thin waist and waddles over behind him on his knees. The elder wiggles his small butt in the air as an answer and Kibum can only snort at that, but he’s smiling, too.
His smile changes when Jonghyun turns his head to throw him a heavy-lidded glance over his shoulder that has him fumbling for the lube, uncapping it with haste. He coats himself equally fast, biting his lip to keep from sounding too eager but the small sounds that betray him have Jonghyun burying his face into the pillow and smirking in anticipation.
Jonghyun feels himself visibly tense when Kibum parts him slowly, a strong shudder wracking through his shoulders. Kibum doesn’t move, not yet, but runs his hands up his back and down his sides, thumbs rubbing into his tan skin. Once his body stops shaking the younger begins tentatively rolling his hips and Jonghyun feels the telltale knot form in his throat - the one that chokes him up and makes it hard to breathe, but also makes him crave this.
Kibum keeps it slow and gentle, expert hips knowing just how much Jonghyun can take as he eases himself in more and more with measured thrusts. He holds the elder’s waist in place as he works through the tension in the muscles of his back; Jonghyun knows him well enough to know that even if Kibum loves to kiss him senseless whenever they get intimate, he also loves the sight of him bent over white sheets, of his back bowing with every push and of his sculpted muscles stretching with every deep breath he tries to inhale only to have it stolen from him time and time again.
When Jonghyun’s knuckles relax, no longer crisply fisting the bed sheets, Kibum drives himself deeper, drawing a long, high-pitched whine out of Jonghyun’s throat. The younger is quick to pick up the pace and Jonghyun squirms on the mattress, brow furrowing as his mouth hangs open, greedily gulping in air only to moan until he’s left breathless once more. He can almost feel Kibum’s gaze on his plush, parted lips, on his tightly shut eyelids and sweat-slicked neck. He tenses up again when the younger becomes a tad too reckless, leaving him clinging to his pillow with stiff muscles and a throbbing pulse that makes his veins stand out on his smooth skin.
“Breathe, Jjong,” he tells him, pace slowing down to a slow, continuous circling of his hips that has the elder moving in tandem against him. He places both his hands on Jonghyun’s shoulders, leaning in above him to hold himself up and squeezes the muscles by his neck, slowly moving to his deltoids to massage the warm, moist flesh. He presses his palms into them, weighing down on him as he keeps riding him and it all feels so good what with all the gentle but oh fuck just right-right there touches that Jonghyun can’t even bring himself to make a single noise, falling uncharacteristically silent as Kibum all but molests his taut muscles until he lies completely lax beneath him.
“Good?” the younger asks, but his voice sounds strained. Jonghyun cracks an eye open and tilts his head on the pillow to glance at him; he looks just as strained, as though holding back the coiled spring in his lower back, and yet he’s panting, small droplets of sweat gliding down his temples.
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But Kibum knows better than to take too long, because he wants this too. He eventually bends down to place kisses to the faint dimples in Jonghyun’s lower back, hands caressing his shoulder blades one last time before he rolls over, almost throwing himself onto his back next to the other. He bounces up and down on the mattress a few times - Jonghyun is all over him the next second.
He’s smiling when Jonghyun catches his lips for a slow kiss and the way his long legs immediately wrap around him have him sinking into the embrace effortlessly.
“Love you,” he mumbles against the younger’s pursed lips. Kibum doesn’t answer; he threads his hands in Jonghyun’s thick locks and holds him down for yet another searing kiss. They both take their time tasting each other, brushing tongues and nipping at each other’s lips. Jonghyun places one hand to Key’s neck, thumb skimming over his Adam’s apple and rests the other on the mattress by his head as he pulls back to hover above him and breathe him in.
“You’re gorgeous,” Kibum tells him, fingers deftly brushing his fringe out of his eyes and over his ear, stopping at the small conch piercing and twisting it. Jonghyun knows he loves it, mostly because he’d gotten it to please him - not that Jonghyun personally regrets it.
He dives down for another kiss while searching for the tub of lube with blind fingers, fumbling around the sheets to no avail until he hears the distinct snap of a cap and looks down just in time to see Kibum reaching for him. He takes his sweet time slicking the elder up and Jonghyun takes a moment to admire his expectant smirk before pulling him back in for a kiss.
His heart seems to leap up into his throat when Key decides he’s ready and contorts beneath him, aligning the elder and guiding the tip until it’s pressing right where he wants it to. He doesn’t let go until the elder is halfway in and by then, Jonghyun’s heartbeat is pummeling against his chest, head drooping low as he rests his forehead against Kibum’s. The younger wraps his arms around his broad shoulders and crosses his ankles behind his back, pulling him in until he’s pressing deeper and Jonghyun grunts, arms already shaking from trying to hold himself still.
He locks eyes with Kibum’s glazed ones, dark and wet and the expression along with his mussed, sweaty hair and sinfully red lips has him swallowing thickly and shamelessly staring, because he thinks he doesn’t get to see him often enough like this. Bare, vulnerable, and yet confident and eager to please and be pleased. It’s a possessive thought but Jonghyun likes it, likes being reminded that he’s the one making him feel like this, that he’s the one he opens up to and when he grants the elder an almost frantic nod, urging him on, Jonghyun understands it’s truer than ever.
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Kibum wraps his fingers around his trembling biceps, nails cutting into his skin when Jonghyun steadily ups the pace, like a metronome being cranked up. He wants the younger boy to feel it, to feel him just like he did a while ago and to be left a hoarse, dripping mess in return. Jonghyun picks up the discarded lube and pours it over the base of his length and it helps, helps him thrust harder and deeper and Key cries out, eyes wide, fingers turning white around Jonghyun’s golden skin. It’s halfway between a grunt and a howl; he sounds raw, and Jonghyun can’t help the way both his pride and heart seem to swell.
“Yes,” he gasps, and Jonghyun smothers him with a kiss him because fuck he just loves this man, but he breaks away, panting and groans, “yes yes yes,” in between stifling breaths.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun suddenly moans into his skin when Kibum’s hips lift off the bed to meet him halfway. His hands let go of Jonghyun’s arms, where they both know he’s left marks, and fall to the elder’s waist, who reciprocates by rolling his hips down. Kibum splays his fingers over his narrow hips and squeezes, as though holding on and yet demanding, while his legs hike up his back.
“You feel-so good,” Jonghyun tells him, breathing hard onto his neck. Kibum drags a hand up to caress his hair and press him tighter into the crook of his neck
“You too,” he whispers, puckering his lips against Jonghyun’s ear.
And then no words are uttered, no words are needed as Jonghyun’s thrusts grow slower yet sharper and Kibum bites his bottom lip, cants his hips upwards pushing them both off the bed in time. Jonghyun bites his neck before raising himself onto his elbows, all the while following the motion of Kibum’s hips.
His lips feel plush and warm when Jonghyun slides his tongue between them, letting his hand creep up the younger’s side and it’s amazing how he can feel Kibum relax at that, sinking a little more into the mattress. His hand then trails down to his hip, thumb running over the juncture of his thigh because Jonghyun knows what that does to him. It has him shivering, groaning against the elder’s lips and it has the elder curving them into a grin. But Jonghyun’s hand soon slides past his thigh, elbow hooking beneath his knee and Kibum’s breath hitches all over again, mouth falling open at once because he’s touching him just right. Jonghyun is panting against his jaw, his nips and licks unnoticed by Kibum who can’t seem to focus, not when they are like this. He doesn’t last long after that, not when Key only proves to him how well he knows all his weak spots, knows just how to make him come undone a second time. When Jonghyun finally tips over the edge, the way Kibum looks up at him with tired, dark eyes before pecking him with warm lips suggests he doesn’t mind it, either. Not at all.
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(“I thought you’d told me to hurry up,” Jonghyun speaks, blandly observing the ceiling while Kibum is resting with his eyes closed beside him. He hums quietly to show he’s listening, still awake.
“There’s no one home yet,” the elder observes.
Kibum merely hums again, unmoving. For some reason, it has Jonghyun chuckling.
“I think you were the impatient one, here, ‘Bum.”
He listens for an answer and it comes after a slightly-too-long pause: Key shifts onto his side, his back resting against Jonghyun and sighs into the pillow, muttering what vaguely sounds like “whatever… still love me”.)
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