In Between 2/3

[just2wings]

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Jonghyun woke up on the morning of his birthday from a mildly restful sleep to find a text from Kibum waiting for him on his phone. Jonghyun frowned at it, because Kibum had already made a point of calling him exactly at midnight, Korean time, to wish him a happy birthday from work. The text simply read: Happy birthday babe <3 check your mail asap.

Jonghyun was smart enough to expect a great surprise if Kibum’s past birthday gifts were anything to go by. He went by the mailroom before heading to his first class, finding a small box that only barely fit in the locker. He held it up and snapped a picture of himself with it, sending it to Kibum with a short Got it!

Jonghyun stuffed it into his bag and left for his classes, receiving a text halfway through the afternoon and Jonghyun knew it meant Kibum had just woken up: kekekeke you might want to open it in private bday boy.

Jonghyun was suddenly very glad his classes were done for the day; sure, he had some readings and an assignment to get to but he had an inkling of what could be in the small box and wanted to see if he was right.

“Taemin?” he called out as he stepped into their dorm. There was no answer but he still checked the bathroom and the closet (hey, you could never know with Taemin) to make sure the younger boy wasn’t lurking around.

He settled on his bed, texting Kibum a quick Opening it rn. He hoped Kibum hadn’t left for work yet and would be able to entertain him for a while still.

Mmm ;) was Kibum’s flirty answer, and Jonghyun felt his insides flutter like they were sixteen again.

He struggled with the packing tape but managed to tear it open soon enough. He was just about to reach inside when Kibum’s ringtone sounded from his phone.

“Hey, you’re just in time.”

“Go on, then,” Kibum told him, amusement clear in his tone.

Jonghyun put him on speakerphone, laying his phone down beside him on the bed and pulled out another smaller box from the package. It was all labelled in English, but the illustrations on it were informative enough that Jonghyun didn’t have to pause and read to figure out what it was.

“Is this a… did you get me a vibrator?”

Kibum outright giggled, sounding all too pleased with himself. “I hope you don’t mind waiting until Friday, I have plans for our next video session,” he went on in the same pleased tone.

Jonghyun let out a small whimper at the promise.

“That’s right,” Kibum spoke with a chuckle. “You’re not allowed to test it out until then.”

Jonghyun had to admit he had a soft spot for when Kibum got all bossy in bed.

“I have to get ready, but treat yourself to some birthday dinner alright? Love you, old man,” Kibum teased him.

Jonghyun managed a feeble “Good luck at work, love you too,” before Kibum hung up and left him to contemplate the small egg-shaped vibrator in his hands. It was a vibrant blue, electric blue, and was connected by a cord to a remote with multiple settings. The whole thing seemed very promising, and Jonghyun had to give it to Kibum for his taste. But it had him thinking...

He reached under the bed for a black box, opening it at once to sift through its contents. Between sticky bottles of lube, expired condoms that they didn’t even use anymore and the few sex toys they had picked up over the years, Jonghyun noticed a very obvious disappearance-that of Kibum’s favourite vibrating dildo, the one that had cost them a small fortune.

He felt a bit stupid for not having checked before, because the idea of Kibum packing it and bringing it along left him thinking about the last time he had stretched Kibum out on their bed and teased him hard with it before sucking him off. It was a particularly good memory, and suddenly Friday night seemed all too far away.

They hadn’t done much more than jerk off together so far, although Jonghyun had gotten better at getting Kibum off with his voice once he figured out that long distance dirty talk basically meant describing what he wanted to do to Kibum.

Their texts became more and more suggestive as Friday drew closer, and Jonghyun had half a mind to tell Minho he couldn’t make it to dinner and norebang but his friend meant well, so he agreed. Kibum had only told him to be home and alone by two a.m., after all.

It turned out Minho had invited other people as well, and with the help of a few shots Jonghyun may or may not have recorded himself singing a sappy ballad to send to Kibum while Minho silently shook his head in the corner. Jonghyun made it back to the dorm a little past two, and thankfully the walk home had sobered him up considerably.

He grabbed his laptop, settling on the bed, and immediately logged on only to find Kibum already online.

“Jjong,” Kibum spoke up as soon as he appeared on the screen, “as much as I appreciate you serenading me, I really hope you aren’t too drunk right now.”

Kibum was still in his work clothes; a crisp, white dress shirt and slender navy pants. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone and, for the first time, Jonghyun was perfectly content with the fact that he couldn’t touch if it meant he got to watch.

“I know you have the pink dildo,” Jonghyun told him at once.

Kibum winked at him, and Jonghyun felt his stomach flip. “I do,” Kibum admitted, “although I’m kind of disappointed it took you this long to figure it out. What have you been doing in your free time?”

“Well I’m sorry that I’ve been busy moping and singing songs about how much I love you,” Jonghyun joked, and Kibum let out a small, fond laugh. He began undoing the rest of his shirt’s buttons then and Jonghyun went silent once more, watching dazedly.

Kibum chuckled again, and Jonghyun looked up to his face to see him eyeing Jonghyun, amused.

“I can keep my clothes on if you want,” he said knowingly, one of his eyebrows arched up.

“No it’s… fine,” Jonghyun mumbled, going back to ogling Kibum’s chest, now framed by his opened shirt. Kibum rolled up his sleeves before reaching for his pants, sliding his belt off and undoing his fly. He tucked his underwear down and pulled out his cock, leaning back against the pillows and Jonghyun felt himself steadily harden in his jeans.

“Your turn,” he almost purred, looking like sin personified in the middle of his big white bed.

Jonghyun quickly pulled off his shirt, too keen to make much a show out of it. He slipped out of his pants and boxers just as quickly, trying to roll off his socks at the same time but failing.

“Sexy,” Kibum commented with a throaty laugh, hand wrapped loosely around himself.

“Shut up,” Jonghyun replied, finally ridding himself of his socks.

“Get yourself lubed up.”

Jonghyun shivered, rolling onto his side to reach into his dresser. He uncapped the lube hastily, slicking two of his fingers generously. He settled back in front of his laptop, legs bent and spread out on either side, too eager to feel self-conscious this time around.

Jonghyun traced around his entrance a few times before sinking in to his knuckle, all the while watching Kibum slowly begin to jerk himself off.

“I think you’re going to like your present,” Kibum teased, although he sounded pretty choked up already.

“I already do,” Jonghyun groaned, inserting a second finger, not even waiting until the slight burn of it subsided before he began twisting them.

He heard Kibum breathe out a quiet “Fuck,” hand now squeezing the base of his dick and Jonghyun was pleased to notice he wasn’t the only eager one. Jonghyun was happy to indulge him, so he pulled his fingers out a few seconds later, not needing much preparation anyway. He pressed the narrower tip of the egg against himself, nudging and rolling it around a little to coat it with the excess lube. Kibum was biting his lip on the screen, letting out a small whine, and Jonghyun suddenly wished he had taken the time to connect his external speakers to his laptop.

Jonghyun kept watching Kibum as he pushed the small vibrator into himself, shuddering when it settled just right inside of him with a constant, almost-tickling pressure.

“Y-you,” he stuttered, readjusting himself on the bed. “You have great taste,” he praised.

“Of course I do,” was Kibum’s answer, and surely enough he reached to the side and produced the rather sizeable pink dildo. “Turn it on,” he ordered with a smirk, “but don’t touch yourself.”

Somehow, Jonghyun didn’t think he would have a problem coming without the help of his hands if Kibum kept this up. He flicked the switch on the small remote and a faint buzzing sound could be heard. Jonghyun let out a gasp at the feeling, hips jolting slightly on the bed.

“Now how do you want me?” Kibum spoke up, and the phrase did dreadful things to Jonghyun’s sanity.

“On your back,” he uttered simply before biting down on his lip as a shiver  inched up his spine.

Kibum smirked but wasted no time kicking off his pants, boxer briefs following soon after. He mirrored Jonghyun’s pose, legs spread out in front of him, his gorgeous, full thighs held up and for the countless time Jonghyun wished he could crawl between them and nip along the inside. Kibum kept his shirt on, letting it fall open to his sides, and when he reached down to open himself on lubed fingers it slid off one of his shoulders.

“God,” Jonghyun moaned, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

Jonghyun could barely hear Kibum’s breath hitching, once again wishing he’d connected his speakers.

“Remember the last time I used that dildo on you?”

“Yes,” Kibum answered in a strangled voice, now pushing in two fingers. “You were fucking killing me, I came so hard.”

“Take your time, ‘Bum,” Jonghyun warned.

“Don’t want to,” Kibum almost whined, scissoring a few more times before pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the vibrator. “I’m good.”

Jonghyun had an inkling it hadn’t been too long since Kibum had last used it on himself. He watched, pleasure bubbling low in his stomach as Kibum coated the pink silicone in a thick layer of lube before resting it against his ass, flicking on the switch at the base.

Jonghyun could see the muscles in his thighs contract, stomach tightening, legs falling apart even more and, yeah, Jonghyun definitely wasn’t going to last.

Kibum ran the tip along his perineum a few times, granting Jonghyun a wolfish grin through the screen before slowly pressing the tip inside himself. His hips lifted off the bed as it sunk in, mouth opening in a silent moan, and Jonghyun could feel his erection throb against his stomach, precum steadily drooling from the tip.

He had seen Kibum use it on himself before, but never like this, never looking this strung out, this eager to please.

After watching Kibum carefully slide it in and out a few times, Jonghyun finally found the breath to speak up. “Twist it, find your spot.”

“‘kay,” Kibum mumbled softly, flicking his wrist, hips jerking abruptly after a few tries. He moaned out loud this time, and Jonghyun could tell he was beginning to lose it.

“Fuck, Kibum,” Jonghyun praised, greedily taking in the sight on his screen. He no longer cared what Kibum had to say, letting his fingers wrap around his dick to bring himself to the edge. He matched his pace to Kibum’s, who had also caved and begun stroking himself. It was a matter of seconds before he came in long, toe-curling spurts, Kibum following soon after him. Jonghyun slumped down onto the mattress afterwards, turning off the small vibrator and watching absent-mindedly as Kibum did the same, panting and looking more than a little worn out himself.

“We’re getting better at this,” Kibum said with a breathless chuckle, rolling over onto his stomach to be closer to the screen, his dress shirt now looped halfway down his back. Jonghyun let his eyes wander over his form; he looked a bit sweaty, hair tousled, lips bitten red, eyes a bit hazy in their post-orgasm daze. Jonghyun never wanted to look away.

Jonghyun laughed lightly, feeling a dumb, satisfied smile stretch his lips. Kibum smiled back, small and coy, and Jonghyun suddenly ached with the need to reach out, to pull him in and kiss him, feeling the distance like never before.

***

Jonghyun’s studies kept him busy, but he still found time to write lyrics of his own. He kept a notebook by his bed for the nights when sleep wouldn’t come, which were thankfully less frequent now. He began to write more in stories, telling tales through his lyrics that were sometimes inspired by his life, but a lot of the time they were new, completely fresh and had nothing to do with himself. It was liberating to write and sing about characters who could be whatever he wished them to be. He had shown a few choice lyrics to his old composition professor and the man had told him his writing style had matured. Sometimes he would records bits and pieces of songs in the university’s recording studio, digitally adding instrumentals whenever he had time to play around with them on his laptop. He ended up sending a few to Kibum, who would always go very quiet as he listened.

It was his busiest semester yet, which was both a blessing and a curse because while it was a welcome distraction, it also became harder and harder to coordinate video-calls with Kibum. Jonghyun had marked the date of Kibum’s return on every calendar he owned and had even set a countdown on his phone. Kibum had planned to come back almost mid-way into his internship, timing it with Jonghyun’s summer break before his last semester. He would be staying in Korea for almost three weeks, using up nearly all of his vacation time considering it would be his only trip back home during his year abroad.

Finals eventually came, and Jonghyun was swamped with projects. Kibum cheered him on via text messages, reminding him every now and then just how soon they would see each other again. Jonghyun tried to channel that enthusiasm into working harder but time only seemed to stretch, making days endless. His last exam couldn’t come soon enough, and when he finally finished writing it he put his pen down and let out a long sigh, earning a glare from the girl seated next to him. He handed in his last project the next day, and suddenly he was gloriously free and faced with the reality of seeing Kibum again in only a few days. One week, to be precise. One week and he would be riding off to the airport to pick Kibum up, in the flesh.

Jonghyun got spectacularly trashed that night with the help of Minho, who was more than glad to help him celebrate. Or maybe he was more than glad to help Jonghyun make a fool of himself, he wasn’t quite sure-and after three shots, it didn’t matter anymore. It really didn’t take much to get him drunk, but this time he kept drinking.

They were seated in a corner at a bar near the campus, and the place was crawling with other students also celebrating the end of the semester. Onew was there, too, and Taemin had showed up an hour or so after them. They were all pretty gone by that time, Minho outright giggling about something with Onew while Taemin downed a beer, apparently intent on catching up to them. Jonghyun was bent over his phone, trying to focus on the suddenly blurry number pad to type in his passcode. It took him a few tries, but he managed to unlock his phone, smiling dumbly as his background came into view. It was a rather recent picture of Kibum wrapped up in a scarf, and even though half his face was tucked into it it was easy to tell he was smiling, eyes squinted at the camera in that adorable way of his.

He wanted to text Kibum but navigating his phone was proving too hard, even despite the large screen. He was vaguely aware of Taemin snickering off to his side, fiddling with his own phone but Jonghyun was too busy pouting at his background to pay attention to him. He didn’t remember much of their time at the bar apart from more laughter and more shots, nor did he remember much of the walk (more like stumble) back home. He did however have faint memories of tripping over his bed before finding sleep at the foot of it in an uncomfortable position. Well, he guessed it must have been uncomfortable because his body ached all over the next morning. Then again, that may have been due to his pretty brutal hangover. It felt like his head would explode if he tried to sit up too fast so he stayed still for a long time, cursing soju the entire time, before attempting to straighten himself up. He groaned as he did so, taking a moment to steady himself once he was seated upright. He took a deep breath, wincing again at the sudden pounding in his head, before pushing himself onto his feet, wobbling a bit. He braved the few steps separating him from the bathroom, forcing himself to drink a large glass of water before stumbling back into bed.

He woke up again feeling marginally better, squinting at the light filtering in from the window and feeling around the bed for his phone. He had a moment of clarity in which he panicked, fearing that he’d lost it, but then he rolled over and felt something poking at his hip. Breathing a sigh of relief, he reached for it and peered at the screen, noticing that it was already well into the afternoon and that he had a new message. It was from Kibum, dated from around four in the morning, reading: Are u ok?

Hungover he typed back truthfully.

The reply came almost instantaneously: I bet keke.

Jonghyun frowned at his phone, deciding that he didn’t have the patience to deal with grammar right now and typed in a quick How did u no?

Taemin sent me this yesterday.

Jonghyun opened the picture attachment and a picture of himself cradling his huge phone while pouting drunkenly at it suddenly filled the screen. There was a caption across it that read ur bf’s a mopey drunk courtesy of Taemin, he guessed.

I was a little drunk he admitted.

More like a lot ke drink lots of water.

Jonghyun stared at his phone a little longer before looking up to the calendar by his desk. 6 days left he texted, receiving a simple :-) in return that left him smiling as well.

***

Jonghyun was practically shaking he was so excited-and nervous, although he couldn’t quite figure out why. Getting to see Kibum again after so long was a big deal, one that made him restless and jittery as he stood in the airport, but somehow the nervous knot lodged in his stomach felt wrong. He wasn’t sure he was supposed to feel this anxious about meeting his boyfriend, and he could only hope that finally getting to touch and hold Kibum would ease the feeling away.

Kibum’s flight had landed almost half an hour ago according to the screens suspended everywhere, which meant that he should be arriving any minute now. Jonghyun tried to move to a less crowded area, keeping his eyes on the doorway. Passengers were slowly trickling through and Jonghyun didn’t think he had ever been so on edge in his life, scanning each new face intently. And yet, he recognized Kibum even before his eyes reached his face.

Kibum seemed to spot him immediately as well, heading straight towards him and running the last few steps while Jonghyun stared, wide-eyed, not entirely believing that he was finally seeing Kibum in person.

Kibum collided with him hard enough to have him staggering backwards, but Kibum twined his arms around his neck and held on. Jonghyun wrapped his arms around him as well, pulling him in impossibly tighter; he was here, warm and solid beneath his palms and Jonghyun felt the relief he had hoped for flood through him at once. He pulled back briefly, not wanting to let go of him but he needed to lock eyes with him, to kiss and taste him again. He held Kibum’s face in his hands, thumbs mindlessly caressing along his jaw, taking in his watery gaze before drawing him in to press their lips together. Kibum kissed with vigour, tangling a hand in the back of his hair, and Jonghyun revelled in how familiar the sensations were, in how effortlessly everything fell into place, like the pieces of a well-learned puzzle.

He felt Kibum smile against his lips, and only then did he realize he had been smiling himself. Kibum pulled back, running his hands through Jonghyun’s hair, looking jet-lagged and teary-eyed but he still had the brightest smile on. He kissed Jonghyun again in a hard press of lips before burrowing into his neck, arms wound tight around him. Jonghyun did the same, surrounding himself with Kibum’s smell and touch, taking him in like he hadn’t been able to until now.

“It’s good to be here,” Kibum spoke a while later, after they had untangled themselves from each other. As they began walking towards the exit, Kibum reached out to hold his hand and didn’t let go until it was time to load his luggage into a taxi.

“How was your flight?” Jonghyun asked once they had settled into the backseat. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Kibum, too intent on taking in all the details he had missed, that weren’t done justice via webcam.

“Long,” Kibum answered with a yawn. “Eleven hours is a long time to be folded into a seat. I couldn’t sleep very well.”

“I could go for a nap right now,” Jonghyun suggested, and Kibum smiled at him, hand crawling over his lap to lace their fingers together. He scooted closer to rest his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder and Jonghyun planted a kiss to his hair. It was incredible just how at peace being close to Kibum again made him feel, like everything was made right simply by having him near.

The ride back to the dorms was a quiet one as Jonghyun was more than content to let Kibum doze off on his shoulder. He took care of Kibum’s luggage once they arrive, chuckling at Kibum’s moment of sleepy confusion when he nudged him out of the cab. He seemed more awake by the time they made it to the room, curiously looking around what was now Taemin’s side of the room once they stepped inside.

“Taemin is kind of messy,” he remarked, but Jonghyun could tell he was forcing himself to be casual about it and it made him chuckle again.

“No more than you,” Jonghyun teased as he placed Kibum’s suitcase by the closet.

“My messiness is intentional and organized,” Kibum countered, eyeing Taemin’s cluttered desk pointedly. “Where is he, by the way?”

Jonghyun shrugged-there was no telling with Taemin. “I think he mentioned something about staying with his parents for a bit, but he never said when.”

“Smart kid,” Kibum said, eyes flitting over to Jonghyun as he granted him a saucy smirk, and Jonghyun felt his stomach flip in a most pleasant way.

As irresistible as the thought of getting his hands and mouth all over Kibum was, he still looked exhausted. “Napping now, sex later?”

Kibum gave a soft chuckle, stepping closer to drape his arms over Jonghyun’s shoulders, resting their foreheads together. It was like Kibum couldn’t stop touching him since he’d landed, and Jonghyun couldn’t have been more thrilled by it. “Is that a promise?”

“You bet,” Jonghyun said, tilting his head to kiss Kibum’s lips. Kibum’s eyes fell shut immediately as he hummed into the kiss. Jonghyun kept it short, but leaned in again for a series of small pecks, Kibum pursing his lips against his with every one.

“I think I’d like to clean up first, though,” Kibum eventually uttered.

Jonghyun left him to it, digging through Kibum’s suitcase to find him a change of clothes. He pulled out a simple t-shirt and cotton boxers before joining him in the bathroom, leaning against the counter as Kibum took a quick shower. He handed him a towel once he was done, which Kibum took with a grateful smile. They got lost in another long kiss when Jonghyun tugged on it to pull him in, uncaring that Kibum was dripping all over him.

Kibum slipped on the clothes and joined Jonghyun on the small bed, settling in against him. He ran a hand down Jonghyun’s back before slipping it under his shirt. He made a small surprised sound, sliding his hand to Jonghyun’s front, running it down his ribcage and across his stomach.

“I noticed you’d lost weight but you feel so tiny,” Kibum spoke softly, wrapping his arm around Jonghyun’s waist, nestling closer.

Jonghyun knew that, he blamed his wrecked sleeping schedule for it on top of the fact that he hadn’t been hitting the gym as often as before, but he suddenly felt a little more self-aware.

“Like you’re so big yourself,” he tried to joke in a low voice.

“Bigger than you,” Kibum mumbled into the pillow and squeezed him tighter, eyes closing as drowsiness took over. “I’m going to tell my grandmother to keep feeding you when we go to Daegu,” he murmured sleepily.

“You do that,” Jonghyun humoured him, letting his own eyes fall shut; sleep came easily when he was all wrapped up in Kibum.

A loud knock on their door woke them up some time later, jostling Kibum and almost making him fall off the bed. He let out a rather loud screech, scrabbling at whatever he could reach to keep from toppling over the edge.

A muffled “Sorry!” came from the other side of the door, sounding a lot like Onew, and Jonghyun laughed, long and hard, while Kibum huffed beside him.

“Your double bed has been spoiling you,” Jonghyun said once he had caught his breath. He quickly checked his phone, noting that they had been sleeping for a little over three hours. Meanwhile, Kibum stumbled to his feet and padded towards the door.

“Are you guys decent?” He heard Minho’s voice filtering through.

Kibum opened the door and was suddenly met with loud cries of “Kibum!” as Minho and Onew pulled him into hugs. It was quite the wakeup call, Jonghyun thought.

“Welcome back,” Onew greeted him. Minho tried to ruffle his hair but Kibum swatted his hand away.

“We were wondering if you felt like heading out,” Minho said with a grin, looking just a little too happy to have interrupted their nap.

“Yes please,” Kibum almost moaned, “I need some legit Korean food, just give us a minute.”

Onew and Minho waited out in the hallway while Jonghyun and Kibum got dressed. They squabbled good-naturedly in the lobby as they decided where to go and, unsurprisingly, Kibum won out in the end with his suggestion of grilled meat.

Kibum made them stop at a tteokbokki stand on the way, feeding Jonghyun half of his rice cakes but refused to share with the others. Jonghyun certainly didn’t mind the special attention. They then headed to a barbecue place, and Kibum nearly burned his tongue with how eager he was to shove food in his mouth.

“Finally got tired of fish and chips?” Minho mused.

“A bit, yeah,” Kibum admitted around a mouthful. “Their beer is better, though.”

“And how’s driving on the wrong side of the road?” Onew asked, curious.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to drive there, it’s confusing enough at first to just cross the street,” Kibum shared, “but you get used to it, a bit.”

Onew asked him quite a few more questions and Kibum entertained them all, filling them in on his time in London. Jonghyun had heard most of it already, but the way he was retelling everything in an animated manner was endearing. Actually, Kibum could have been sitting quietly and Jonghyun still would have given him his undivided attention. It was like he was hyper-aware of the other, and Kibum seemed to be equally affected judging by the way his hand was sneaking over onto Jonghyun’s arm or thigh at every opportunity.

As they neared the end of their meal, Kibum became less talkative, leaving Onew and Minho to make up most of the conversation. They left the restaurant and began to slowly wander back to the dorms. Jonghyun couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when it happened, but along the way the mood seemed to shift. Maybe it was the effect of having Kibum, warm and familiar, tucked into his side after so long taking its toll, or the way Kibum was playing with the hem his shirt, sending gusts of hot summer air up his stomach whenever it lifted a little, but Jonghyun suddenly couldn’t wait to have Kibum alone on his bed. Kibum seemed just as restless, fingers flirting with the hem of Jonghyun’s pants whenever he thought he could get away with it. He even leaned it to bite at Jonghyun’s ear, whispering a soft “Missed you,” when they turned onto a less busy street.

They were practically all over each other by the time they made it to their floor, yet neither Minho nor Onew made a comment of it. Minho was even watching them with a small smile, worryingly enough. Onew waved them goodbye, wearing a similar, almost-pleased smile, before retreating to his own room with Minho in tow. Jonghyun was still level-headed enough to feel a twinge of embarrassment at having them right next door-surely they knew what was about to happen-and yet when Kibum pressed his lips to his, he forgot all about them.

Jonghyun managed to unlock the door only to be led inside then pushed against it by an eager Kibum. Kibum smothered him in another kiss, quickly licking into his mouth and Jonghyun did all he could just to hold on, grappling at Kibum’s shoulders to regain his footing. He kissed back fervently, and soon his hands were in Kibum’s hair, fisting in the brown strands to tilt his head, deepening their kiss.

It was rushed, frantic and yet too slow because they had too many layers of clothing between them when Jonghyun wanted them skin to skin. He let go of Kibum to reach for his own shirt, lifting it clear over his head and Kibum quickly did the same before pulling Jonghyun in again, reconnecting their lips at once. They kissed messily while hands fumbled with buttons and zippers, pushing down fabric as they stumbled towards the bed, kicking off the rest of their clothes before falling onto it. Kibum landed on top of him, caging him in with his arms and they shared a look, long enough for Jonghyun to notice how Kibum’s pupils were blown impossibly wide, but then Kibum ground his hips down into Jonghyun’s and Jonghyun’s eyes fell shut from the sudden, intense pleasure of it.

He fumbled for the lube, too strung out already to deal with foreplay; he wanted it hard and fast, wanted to feel Kibum inside and around him, wanted to fall apart under him. Kibum seemed equally on board with the idea, grabbing the lube from him and pouring some directly onto his erection, using two fingers to catch the excess. He slid those two fingers inside Jonghyun at once, silencing his strangled moan with a kiss. He began twisting them almost immediately, and Jonghyun felt himself tremble at the onslaught of sensations. Kibum pulled back to let him breathe, ducking down to line his jaw with nips and licks.

“I missed you, t-too,” Jonghyun muttered into the heavy air, feeling Kibum nip him harder at the words. “So much.”

“Missed your lips,” Kibum spoke in turn, voice low and hoarse like gravel and Jonghyun’s chest thrummed at the sound, “your cock.” He reached down with his free hand and wrapped long fingers around it, tugging the flesh before stroking a thumb along the length of it.

Jonghyun whimpered aloud, and fuck, Jonghyun wanted him already, wanted to feel Kibum sink into him and make him moan.

“Come on,” Jonghyun managed in a feeble voice, reaching below for Kibum’s wrist, pulling his fingers out.

“Yeah, shit,” Kibum cursed, aligning himself and sharing another look with Jonghyun as he nudged at his entrance. Kibum held his gaze as he pushed inside in one smooth thrust, looking like the air had been punched out of his lungs. Jonghyun urged him on with a small swivel of his hips despite the sting, biting down onto his lip when Kibum began thrusting into him. Kibum’s forehead nestled into the crook of his neck, and Jonghyun could feel the sweat dampening his hairline, the way he breathed out with every thrust. It wasn’t long before he was moaning and groaning loudly, driving his hips hard into Jonghyun’s with all of his weight, truly fucking him into the mattress.

Jonghyun could feel himself nearing the edge, fingers digging into Kibum’s back, carving red lines into his pale skin, but Kibum came first, slumping into Jonghyun one final time with a choked-out cry that muffled the slick smack of their skin.

He didn’t linger; he pulled out at once, Jonghyun wincing at the empty feeling before Kibum scooted down the bed to envelop Jonghyun’s cock in his warm, wet mouth. Jonghyun’s whole body seemed to jerk at the feeling, muscles everywhere twitching at the more than perfect suction. He was vaguely aware of tears leaking from the corner of his eyes, thighs trembling as Kibum’s tongue circled the head and he almost yelped, suddenly coming into Kibum’s mouth. Kibum sucked him through it, Jonghyun’s hands having found their way into his hair again, before letting him slip from his mouth and following easily when Jonghyun tugged him up for a kiss. Kibum grinned into it, shifting onto his side and hooking a leg over Jonghyun’s hip. He ran his thumbs along Jonghyun’s temples, wiping away at the stray tears before pulling back.

Jonghyun watched him with big eyes, overwhelmed in the best way possible.

“This was a long time coming,” Kibum said honestly, only realizing the pun after he’d uttered it. He broke into a small laugh then, Jonghyun joining in and soon they were both chortling uncontrollably, feeling lighter than air.

“It was fucking amazing,” Jonghyun confessed once they had stopped giggling at each other, running a hand up Kibum’s thigh and resting it on his ass.

Kibum inched even closer and touched their noses together, fingers raking through Jonghyun’s hair. “Fucking amazing,” he agreed.

***

It took another two days for Kibum to fully adjust to the new time zone. Kibum argued it wouldn’t have taken him so long if they didn’t spend more time in bed having sex than actually sleeping at decent hours, but Jonghyun surely didn’t complain. It was a bit ridiculous what having Kibum nearby could do to his libido. Besides, no matter what Kibum said, drifting off afterwards all tangled up in Kibum was the best sleep he had gotten in months.

They never really left each other’s sides, making up for lost time. Jonghyun even tagged along when Kibum met up with his friends one evening. They spent most of the night at their usual norebang and Jonghyun ended up singing quite a few songs at everyone’s insistence, considering how Kibum had bragged about his voice. Kibum had sung and danced along to a few songs as well and Jonghyun had had to sit back in an effort to keep his hands to himself. It was only once they had shut their room’s door behind them that Jonghyun had let loose, backing Kibum into the wall with a thud. His hands wasted no time diving under Kibum’s shirt, mouth licking along his neck as Kibum threw his head back. Jonghyun had just managed to squeeze a hand into the back of his tight jeans to pull their hips together when he felt Kibum freeze. Confused, Jonghyun pulled away from his neck and was faced with Kibum’s shocked expression. His eyes were locked somewhere above his shoulder, and he went rigid as well once he figured out just what, or who, Kibum had locked eyes with.

Surely enough, he slowly twisted around to find a wide-eyed Taemin sitting on his bed, slouched in front of his computer. And as if that wasn’t enough, one of his friends was seated right beside him, mouth agape. Jonghyun realized a beat late that his hand was still down Kibum’s pants, mid-grope.

“Wow,” he uttered, if only because someone had to break the tension.

It took a few seconds, but Taemin eventually seemed to shake himself out of it, snapping his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before bypassing them to leave the room, his friend scrambling up to follow him out. Jonghyun felt a pang of guilt at practically kicking his roommate out of his own room.

“Sorry,” he apologized as Taemin walked by, but Taemin ignored him. Instead, he greeted a still shocked Kibum with a casual “Hey, hyung,” before walking out with his friend. Kibum only managed an unsure “H-hey,” in reply and soon they were both alone in the room.

Kibum let his forehead fall to Jonghyun’s shoulder. “Oh god,” he huffed out.

“Shh,” Jonghyun pretended to comfort him, finally extricating his hand from the back of his impossibly tight pants, “we’ll get through this.”

“Might take a while.”

Jonghyun nodded stiffly.

“I’ve been wondering,” Kibum spoke suddenly, and Jonghyun perked up at the change of topic, “where did you put that small vibrator I gave you?”

Jonghyun grinned; it didn’t end up taking a while, after all.

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