Playing Into The Game
Title: Playing Into The Game
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: angst, smut
Rating: nc-17
Length: 3.8k
Summary: Everything Kyungsoo does is because Jongin wants it. His life is one great instead, but everyone cracks eventually.
Jongin loves to tease Kyungsoo on stage. He loves to touch him lightly on the small of his back or run his hand over the side of the smaller's neck. It's showy and sexy and everything that Jongin is. The touches intensify once they get off camera. He feels the freedom to lay his head on his hyung's shoulder or pull him away from the others. But those damn fangirls catch everything, so he keeps their image civil and hopes no one notices the glances he steals of the perfect lips and wide eyes that he knows are only looking at him.
Kyungsoo likes the touches. Likes the attention that he gets from his dongsaeng. The way they smile at each other while performing Angel is his favorite. It's their moment to shine, and he loves the way the sexy dancer pops into the next dance move. So Kyungsoo smiles a little brighter than the rest of Exo while watching Jongin talk during their interview. His gaze lingers a bit even though he knows his line is next, but he's almost positive no one is going to notice. Going to the airport, Jongin touches him more and is more protective, not that he's complaining. The fangirls capture any moment they have together, though, so Kyungsoo tries his best to keep his head forward and ignore the way Jongin has his lips pouted, trying not to turn around and kiss him until they're both raw.
Once they are in the privacy of their own dorm, Jongin doesn't touch Kyungsoo anymore. It would make the others too suspicious because they can't blame it on fan service (or as Junmyeon calls it, fan love) anymore. Jongin bites his tongue when the other's lips bow and teeth shine bright. He waits until their room door is shut and locked to grab the other by his hips and smash their lips together.
Kyungsoo almost dreads going back into their room, because he knows. He knows that the only reason Jongin touches him there is because they're not allowed to date, let alone have sex with anyone, and he needs a release. He knows that Jongin is using him, for his lips, his small hands, his ass He knows in the way that Jongin cups his hands around his hips immediately instead of his cheeks. The way Jongin pushes him on the bed to tear off his pants instead of laying Kyungsoo down and gently removing his shirt. But most of all, he knows in the way that Jongin leaves and goes to lay in his own bed after they're done.
Jongin loves the way Kyungsoo's smooth skin runs and shivers under his hand. He loves how Kyungsoo shakes when he's unbuckling his belt and shedding both of their pants. Kyungsoo doesn't resist when Jongin pushes the elder to his knees and shoves his cock in the boy's face. Kyungsoo teases him a little back, payback for rubbing Kyungsoo's shoulders backstage when he knew people were watching, he supposes, by licking and sucking at the skin around his hip bones. He rolls his hips until Kyungsoo finally gets the message.
Kyungsoo almost doesn't mind giving Jongin head. He gets to tease the younger the way he wants, gets to be in control and have Jongin begging for him like the way Kyungsoo silently begs to be more than a good fuck. But he swirls his tongue around the head nonetheless, and wraps his pretty red lips that are swollen from a hard round of kissing around the shaft and bobs his head till Jongin is hitting the back of his throat. His eyes water a little, but the way Jongin is moaning his name is worth it.
Jongin stops the other by harshly pulling his hair back and crawling over him on Kyungsoo's bed. It's always Kyungsoo's bed. He takes the elder's hard cock in his hand while tasting himself in his mouth, eating the groans the other lets out. Kyungsoo's back arches when he presses his thumb over the slit, something he came to know that Kyungsoo loved. He takes the fingers that are slicked with Kyungsoo's precome and sticks one into the other's puckered hole.
When Kyungsoo is filled with Jongin, or has Jongin's finger's wrapped around him, he feels like maybe, just maybe Jongin feels the same way. But the younger's lithe fingers don't stop thrusting even though he's still tense and in pain. No, Jongin adds another finger. Kyungsoo thinks he doesn't care, or maybe doesn't know, but he's grown to enjoy that sickly sweet pleasure the pain gives him.
Jongin lines the male under him with his member, hard and ready to have Kyungsoo's heat engulf him. No matter how many times Jongin fucks the elder, he never seems to get any less tight. Jongin relishes in the feeling of Kyungsoo wrapped tight around his throbbing length. Usually, he has patients and waits, but Kyungsoo was more than teasing with his blowjob and he is ready to feel Kyungsoo clamped tightly around him when he comes.
Kyungsoo does exactly that. Jongin's arms are sweaty with the minutes after minutes- which seem like hours to them- of work of pumping himself in and out of Kyungsoo and he wouldn't have it any other way. Jongin moans "oh god, Kyungsoo, you're so fucking tight," or just plainly "Kyungsoo Kyungsoo Kyungsoo" in breathy pants and that is what drives said singer over the edge to see white in the back of his eyelids without so much as a touch from either of them.
Jongin coats Kyungsoo's walls in his sticky come and humps the other a few more times to really milk their orgasms before pulling out and trying to catch his breath. Both he and Kyungsoo are breathing hard from the rigorous activities, but he hands Kyungsoo a few tissues and picks himself up to move to his own bed.
They aren't together. Jongin probably isn't even gay. Kyungsoo doesn't admit that to himself, to anyone else, to anyone who asked him. He sure as hell would never tell Jongin he loved him. Not that he even needs to.
--
Kyungsoo is in the shower, washing off the filth of particularly hard schedules when he hears the door click open then shut. Jongin is naked in a New York minute and standing in front of him, grabbing him by the back of his head and their lips meet. There is no kissing Jongin if tongue isn't involved. Nothing in innocence, or for that matter, anything more than lust.
Jongin slides his hand over Kyungsoo's already hardening length. He loves to see the shorter boy already hard just by thinking of what is coming. He was pretty harsh on Kyungsoo last night- yelling at him in front of the rest of group for messing up the dance move again then fucking him open in the bathroom until he bled. This is always how they makeup. Jongin squats to the slick tile and rubs his hands on Kyungsoo's cock until he's completely hard.
Kyungsoo could come just by the sight of Jongin: hard, hovering over his dick with parted lips. He tries not to just lace his fingers in his hair and gag Jongin, no. Instead, he barely touches Jongin's head and bucks into the hot cavern of heaven. Jongin holds his hips down, because Jongin goes at his own pace, and slowly runs his tongue over the veins protruding from his member.
Jongin would only do this kind of thing in this situation. He doesn't like to hear Kyungsoo's loud moans of his name because then he thinks that he might actually like giving Kyungsoo head. He doesn't. His own member is twitching in need of attention, so he reaches between his legs and starts stroking along with the rhythm that he set his head to bob over Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo could never do this with Jongin. He could never just walk in, unannounced, to give the boy makeup sex. Kyungsoo never tried and he never will. These are rights that are reserved for Jongin, because the latter knows that Kyungsoo loves him and he exploits that, uses it to his advantage. He sees the way Kyungsoo looks at him before he rolls off the bed and into his own. He knows. And he says nothing. That's how this entire thing started. Jongin swallows over his cock to send that jolt of pleasure that he loves so much. Jongin is going to come soon as well, his lips are tighter and his movements are sporadic, so Kyungsoo dares to actually wrap his hands in the younger's hair.
When Kyungsoo is moaning Jongin's name over and over during his orgasm, he really almost spills it. Almost says what he's been feeling since he saw the other that one day in the cloudy practice room during their trainee days. The words bubble on the top of his tongue, but he catches himself and goes back to reality, changing it to "that was great," instead. Kyungsoo's life is one great instead.
Jongin leaves the shower before Kyungsoo can recover, stealing the elder's towel and letting their come mix together and go down the drain pipe.
--
It's when the girls around- F(x), SNSD- that the teasing becomes avoidance. Jongin might chase Kyungsoo around a little bit, but he stays more with Taemin or one of the other SM members. Jongin flirts relentlessly with anyone and everyone because he can. Exo K's main vocalist isn't running through his mind when smiles up at Hyoyeon during their Maxstep promotions or when he explains his ideal type during interviews.
But maybe he is, Kyungsoo thinks, because he's a gentle person who takes care of Jongin, right? Why wouldn't he love someone as perfect as Kyungsoo? He's too afraid to ask. Rejection is something worse than death; to look at someone and know that you can never be good enough no matter what you do. So Kyungsoo watches as Taemin wraps his arms around Jongin and laugh together with a heavy heart, then goes back to drink some water because the heat is getting to be unbearable.
Jongin thinks it's fun, purely fun. He knows he is hot, that he can dance to perfection, so he flaunts it. It's not bragging if you have it, his mom would always say. But he sees Kyungsoo's jealous stares, so he pries Taemin's hands from around him and goes back to having fun, even if it's not with Kyungsoo. It's the thought that counts, isn't it?
When they go home that night after their big SM town concert, Jongin pushes Kyungsoo to his knees right before bedtime. Kyungsoo knows it's for over-stepping the boundary between band mate and lover in public (but Jongin honestly knows it's for Kyungsoo letting Jonghyun wrap his arms around him), so he doesn't complain or gag when the head of Jongin's cock hits the back of his throat or when his scalp feels like fire from all the pulling. He makes Kyungsoo swallow it, it's a sign of making the submissive accept you, Kyungsoo read in an article one day.
It's tantalizingly amazing the way Jongin acts as if nothing has happened, even in the privacy of their own room. It's only when Jongin wants something that his smirk comes in to play and he tries his hardest to bring out the side that he knows Kyungsoo's loves.
Their entire relationship is based off of knowing; knowing where to draw the line, where to hide for a quickie, or where to stand on stage when Jongin is mad at him Tip-toe, tip-toe around Jongin and his needs because he's SM's golden child who Kyungsoo just so happens to love, along with several other thousands of people who melt when he thrusts into his hand. It's not even Jongin's fault, either, Kyungsoo continues to tell himself, because he's playing right into the game.
--
Jongin hasn't touched him for a week now. How odd. Maybe he finally figured out that using Kyungsoo like his own personal toy is going to come back and bite him like karma should. But Jongin has no conscience, no remorse for wrong or right. Both he and Kyungsoo knew what they were getting into when he denied that anything happened the first night after Kyungsoo moaned too loudly.
No. Kyungsoo heard the phone calls after Jongin thought he was asleep. The texting on breaks during practice. Soo Man finally gave them a dating pass after a year and a half after debut, as long it's kept out of the public eye. Kyungsoo watches the way his face lights up after reading a specific message, and he smiles with him because Jongin smiling will always be worth the painful churning in his stomach.
All the guys congratulate Jongin once he finally announces his relationship. Kyungsoo stands with them, smiling, bidding him a "good job, Jongin, treat them right," before turning around and heading to the bathroom. No one should see his tears. He doesn't even have a reason to cry anyway, it's not like he ever had anything other than deprived lust with Jongin.
He finds Kyungsoo in the bathroom anyway and lends him a shoulder to cry on. Kyungsoo knows it's the wrong decision, but he takes it anyway when Jongin unzips his pants, then his own, and makes Kyungsoo grab him while he strokes the other's length. Both of their breathing becomes labored, occasional grunts from Jongin but Kyungsoo remains silent, doing this because Jongin wants to. Always because Jongin.
--
The roommates are back to normal after that. A tongue here, a thrust there, and Kyungsoo is hiding his emotions better than he thought. Jongin doesn't seem to notice anyway, neither do the other members or fans. He still can't help himself from scrolling down the 'kaisoo' tag on Tumblr, looking at all the pictures of the glances Jongin stole that day. He even finds videos of their old Angel performance where he smiled at Jongin like he is God incarnated.
The fans do notice, though, when Kyungsoo stops looking back. Jongin is the only one staring when he talks or when he dances with as much passion as anyone else. Kyungsoo doesn't even go as far as to touch Jongin anymore, he has no interest. But when they go home after a long interview and sweaty performance, he kisses Jongin as hard as he used to.
One day, Kyungsoo decides he'll branch out, check out the tags of another ship. When he types in 'kyunghun' he doesn't really know what to expect, but it wasn't what he saw. People actually like them together. He had never considered the possibility of anyone else other than Jongin because it's always Jongin Jongin Jongin. It's not like he means anything to the dancer anyway, so he starts to sit by the maknae a little bit more and make those touches a bit more intimate.
Jongin doesn't say anything. Hell, Kyungsoo thinks he doesn't even care, so he does it more and even with Chanyeol and Suho. Being with the leader more is what seems to get Jongin to break the thin ice he's walking on. He knows what Jongin is telling him when he rams in at full speed without so much as a condom on and didn't even prepare him. Jongin kisses him hard, teeth clanking and tongues smashing, pulling Kyungsoo's knees over his shoulder and pounding even harder when he finds that spot he so easily memorized.
It's two hours later when Jongin makes Kyungsoo stay home with him while the others go out shopping. Kyungsoo figures it is because Jongin does what Jongin wants. He doesn't read into it. Instead, he gets up and starts cooking some tasty ramyun, the cloud of steam filling his eyes while he stirs and adds in some flavoring. Hands encircle his waist and he knows he should have seen it coming, but jumps anyway and turns around in a haste. The taller kisses him with closed lips until he's teetering back dangerously over the active stove.
Jongin grabs him by the wrist and leads him to the couch with out a word. At least Kyungsoo had half a mind to turn the stove off. Jongin sits down and he thinks that the taller boy is messing around with him, but Jongin pulls him roughly by waist until the other is straddling him with legs open on either side of him. Kyungsoo shudders when Jongin gropes his ass and pushes the crotches together then runs his hand up his back, over his spine and past his shoulder blades. Neither of them were usually that sensual. Today seems different.
Maybe it was that they are on the couch in the middle of the dorm's living room and there is always a chance at getting caught, but Kyungsoo's heart is racing faster and faster with Jongin's lips against his. They're removing their shirts slower than they probably should be, but this isn't a moment to rush for the both of them. Kyungsoo runs his hands down Jongin's front, a risky move but they both enjoy it nonetheless, and their shirts are forgotten once thrown somewhere to the side.
Jongin returns the favor by running his calloused fingers down his hyung's sides until he reaches around to unbutton his skinny jeans. He does the same with his own pants, looking Kyungsoo straight in his eyes while lifting his hips to take them down with his boxers. Kyungsoo grunts at the contact they make, his lips are parted slightly, eyes are hooded, and he's breathing hard. Jongin thinks that he couldn't get any sexier while he kicks his garments off his ankles.
He reaches to pull off Kyungsoo's jeans but the latter stops him, taking his own hands back to pull them off albeit with much difficulty from their position. As soon as the two are completely in the nude, Jongin went to claiming Kyungsoo's lips, simultaneously entering his middle finger between the elder's legs. Not being used to the gentleness, Kyungsoo slid up and down on Jongin's finger until he added another one, then another one, until he was on knuckles.
Jongin soon replaces his fingers with his cock, already dripping precome and lubed with Kyungsoo's spit from making him suck on his other knobby fingers. Kyungsoo bounces up and down, rolling his hips occasionally with Jongin steadying him. They both throw their heads back in pleasure at the new sensation, but Jongin soon finds his eyes watching his own length disappear again and again in and out of Kyungsoo; such an erotic sight. Jongin grabs the smaller to hold against him, chests rubbing against each other's while Kyungsoo clenches around him.
The younger went to biting at Kyungsoo's neck, waiting until the skin was completely purple before moving on to a new spot eventually down to the pink nub of his nipple and rolling it under his tongue. Their yells of profanities and lewd moans fill the entire dorm. The ramyun is definitely cold by now and they'll have to clean the couch, but Kyungsoo can't bring himself to care when Jongin hits his prostate dead on.
Kyungsoo can barely lift himself off of Jongin's dick anymore from exertion but he tries anyway, holding on to the other's shoulders for dear life and scrunching up his face in pain and pleasure. Jongin licks down his chest and backup to his ear to suck on the lobe and whisper dirty things in his ear "You like that, huh? You like to ride on my cock? Ride me harder, Soo, harder. Come for me, i'll take care of you," fills his ear and his own member is throbbing and leaking so hard that it hurts and fogs his mind. It's all blind lust and Kyungsoo can't find his way his out.
Jongin finally relieves him by wrapping his fingers around Kyungsoo's length and running his thumb over the slit like he always does. Kyungsoo shudders, the pressure in his stomach becoming heavy and sending waves of shocks that bounces through his ribs and off his bones, down to his fingertips and toes. He clenches a few more times around Jongin, coming down hard after sliding to the head. They're both going to come soon, but Jongin will first, because he always does. He is breathing harshly against Kyungsoo's mouth, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed.
Kyungsoo comes over the younger's hand and stomach right after Jongin fills him with his own. Jongin stays completely still while the elder rolls his hips a few more times and rests his head on Jongin's shoulder. Jongin wraps his arms around the smaller and pulls him ever closer, his hot breath against Kyungsoo's ear.
"You are mine."
It's barely above a whisper and Kyungsoo thinks he may have imagined it, but when he tries to pull away only to have Jongin hug him tighter, he knows he heard right.
"Don't look at anyone other than me."
Kyungsoo's head is reeling. Is this real life? He asks himself.
"Please."
No. This is wrong. This isn't how the story goes.
"How can you tell me something like that? This isn't a movie, and I'm going to play into your little fantasy world you've built."
"Kyungsoo, please," his face is sweaty and he looks like he could pass out anytime soon.
"What? Now that other kids are playing with your toy, you want it back?" The look on Kyungsoo's face is incredulous.
"You know that it's not like that, babe, you're not a toy" Jongin tries to reason. Is there a reason?
"Call your girlfriend babe, not me. I'm done, Jongin."
Kyungsoo searching around the room to find his clothes and Jongin is trying to stop him, throwing them right back to the floor.
"Jongin, stop," Kyungsoo glares.
"No. I don't understand you, Kyungsoo!" He grips his fringe tightly, "you love me, right!? Then fucking act like it! I'm tired of seeing you with that fucking prick, Junmyeon, okay? You love me, so you only look at me."
"Could you be any less mature?" Kyungsoo whispers, "I broke, Jongin. Your toy broke. You can't put it back together. Let it go and call your girlfriend to come fuck you."
"That's not even fair Kyungsoo," Jongin is pleading now, tears coming to his eyes. Kyungsoo can feel his nose burning also, but he holds it back like always.
"And it wasn't fair for me, all these years you used me," Kyungsoo stares at the floor. They both stopped moving, afraid to shatter the air around them.
"I love you."
"I know."
Kyungsoo finishes gathering up his things. Maybe he'll switch rooms with Sehun or Baekhyun. He continues even when Jongin is yelling at him and clawing at his legs. He doesn't turn around, either, because he'll be stronger this time instead. There is a reason; because Jongin and Kyungsoo played into the game. And they lost.
[ sequel]
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo
Genre: angst, smut
Rating: nc-17
Length: 3.8k
Summary: Everything Kyungsoo does is because Jongin wants it. His life is one great instead, but everyone cracks eventually.
Jongin loves to tease Kyungsoo on stage. He loves to touch him lightly on the small of his back or run his hand over the side of the smaller's neck. It's showy and sexy and everything that Jongin is. The touches intensify once they get off camera. He feels the freedom to lay his head on his hyung's shoulder or pull him away from the others. But those damn fangirls catch everything, so he keeps their image civil and hopes no one notices the glances he steals of the perfect lips and wide eyes that he knows are only looking at him.
Kyungsoo likes the touches. Likes the attention that he gets from his dongsaeng. The way they smile at each other while performing Angel is his favorite. It's their moment to shine, and he loves the way the sexy dancer pops into the next dance move. So Kyungsoo smiles a little brighter than the rest of Exo while watching Jongin talk during their interview. His gaze lingers a bit even though he knows his line is next, but he's almost positive no one is going to notice. Going to the airport, Jongin touches him more and is more protective, not that he's complaining. The fangirls capture any moment they have together, though, so Kyungsoo tries his best to keep his head forward and ignore the way Jongin has his lips pouted, trying not to turn around and kiss him until they're both raw.
Once they are in the privacy of their own dorm, Jongin doesn't touch Kyungsoo anymore. It would make the others too suspicious because they can't blame it on fan service (or as Junmyeon calls it, fan love) anymore. Jongin bites his tongue when the other's lips bow and teeth shine bright. He waits until their room door is shut and locked to grab the other by his hips and smash their lips together.
Kyungsoo almost dreads going back into their room, because he knows. He knows that the only reason Jongin touches him there is because they're not allowed to date, let alone have sex with anyone, and he needs a release. He knows that Jongin is using him, for his lips, his small hands, his ass He knows in the way that Jongin cups his hands around his hips immediately instead of his cheeks. The way Jongin pushes him on the bed to tear off his pants instead of laying Kyungsoo down and gently removing his shirt. But most of all, he knows in the way that Jongin leaves and goes to lay in his own bed after they're done.
Jongin loves the way Kyungsoo's smooth skin runs and shivers under his hand. He loves how Kyungsoo shakes when he's unbuckling his belt and shedding both of their pants. Kyungsoo doesn't resist when Jongin pushes the elder to his knees and shoves his cock in the boy's face. Kyungsoo teases him a little back, payback for rubbing Kyungsoo's shoulders backstage when he knew people were watching, he supposes, by licking and sucking at the skin around his hip bones. He rolls his hips until Kyungsoo finally gets the message.
Kyungsoo almost doesn't mind giving Jongin head. He gets to tease the younger the way he wants, gets to be in control and have Jongin begging for him like the way Kyungsoo silently begs to be more than a good fuck. But he swirls his tongue around the head nonetheless, and wraps his pretty red lips that are swollen from a hard round of kissing around the shaft and bobs his head till Jongin is hitting the back of his throat. His eyes water a little, but the way Jongin is moaning his name is worth it.
Jongin stops the other by harshly pulling his hair back and crawling over him on Kyungsoo's bed. It's always Kyungsoo's bed. He takes the elder's hard cock in his hand while tasting himself in his mouth, eating the groans the other lets out. Kyungsoo's back arches when he presses his thumb over the slit, something he came to know that Kyungsoo loved. He takes the fingers that are slicked with Kyungsoo's precome and sticks one into the other's puckered hole.
When Kyungsoo is filled with Jongin, or has Jongin's finger's wrapped around him, he feels like maybe, just maybe Jongin feels the same way. But the younger's lithe fingers don't stop thrusting even though he's still tense and in pain. No, Jongin adds another finger. Kyungsoo thinks he doesn't care, or maybe doesn't know, but he's grown to enjoy that sickly sweet pleasure the pain gives him.
Jongin lines the male under him with his member, hard and ready to have Kyungsoo's heat engulf him. No matter how many times Jongin fucks the elder, he never seems to get any less tight. Jongin relishes in the feeling of Kyungsoo wrapped tight around his throbbing length. Usually, he has patients and waits, but Kyungsoo was more than teasing with his blowjob and he is ready to feel Kyungsoo clamped tightly around him when he comes.
Kyungsoo does exactly that. Jongin's arms are sweaty with the minutes after minutes- which seem like hours to them- of work of pumping himself in and out of Kyungsoo and he wouldn't have it any other way. Jongin moans "oh god, Kyungsoo, you're so fucking tight," or just plainly "Kyungsoo Kyungsoo Kyungsoo" in breathy pants and that is what drives said singer over the edge to see white in the back of his eyelids without so much as a touch from either of them.
Jongin coats Kyungsoo's walls in his sticky come and humps the other a few more times to really milk their orgasms before pulling out and trying to catch his breath. Both he and Kyungsoo are breathing hard from the rigorous activities, but he hands Kyungsoo a few tissues and picks himself up to move to his own bed.
They aren't together. Jongin probably isn't even gay. Kyungsoo doesn't admit that to himself, to anyone else, to anyone who asked him. He sure as hell would never tell Jongin he loved him. Not that he even needs to.
--
Kyungsoo is in the shower, washing off the filth of particularly hard schedules when he hears the door click open then shut. Jongin is naked in a New York minute and standing in front of him, grabbing him by the back of his head and their lips meet. There is no kissing Jongin if tongue isn't involved. Nothing in innocence, or for that matter, anything more than lust.
Jongin slides his hand over Kyungsoo's already hardening length. He loves to see the shorter boy already hard just by thinking of what is coming. He was pretty harsh on Kyungsoo last night- yelling at him in front of the rest of group for messing up the dance move again then fucking him open in the bathroom until he bled. This is always how they makeup. Jongin squats to the slick tile and rubs his hands on Kyungsoo's cock until he's completely hard.
Kyungsoo could come just by the sight of Jongin: hard, hovering over his dick with parted lips. He tries not to just lace his fingers in his hair and gag Jongin, no. Instead, he barely touches Jongin's head and bucks into the hot cavern of heaven. Jongin holds his hips down, because Jongin goes at his own pace, and slowly runs his tongue over the veins protruding from his member.
Jongin would only do this kind of thing in this situation. He doesn't like to hear Kyungsoo's loud moans of his name because then he thinks that he might actually like giving Kyungsoo head. He doesn't. His own member is twitching in need of attention, so he reaches between his legs and starts stroking along with the rhythm that he set his head to bob over Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo could never do this with Jongin. He could never just walk in, unannounced, to give the boy makeup sex. Kyungsoo never tried and he never will. These are rights that are reserved for Jongin, because the latter knows that Kyungsoo loves him and he exploits that, uses it to his advantage. He sees the way Kyungsoo looks at him before he rolls off the bed and into his own. He knows. And he says nothing. That's how this entire thing started. Jongin swallows over his cock to send that jolt of pleasure that he loves so much. Jongin is going to come soon as well, his lips are tighter and his movements are sporadic, so Kyungsoo dares to actually wrap his hands in the younger's hair.
When Kyungsoo is moaning Jongin's name over and over during his orgasm, he really almost spills it. Almost says what he's been feeling since he saw the other that one day in the cloudy practice room during their trainee days. The words bubble on the top of his tongue, but he catches himself and goes back to reality, changing it to "that was great," instead. Kyungsoo's life is one great instead.
Jongin leaves the shower before Kyungsoo can recover, stealing the elder's towel and letting their come mix together and go down the drain pipe.
--
It's when the girls around- F(x), SNSD- that the teasing becomes avoidance. Jongin might chase Kyungsoo around a little bit, but he stays more with Taemin or one of the other SM members. Jongin flirts relentlessly with anyone and everyone because he can. Exo K's main vocalist isn't running through his mind when smiles up at Hyoyeon during their Maxstep promotions or when he explains his ideal type during interviews.
But maybe he is, Kyungsoo thinks, because he's a gentle person who takes care of Jongin, right? Why wouldn't he love someone as perfect as Kyungsoo? He's too afraid to ask. Rejection is something worse than death; to look at someone and know that you can never be good enough no matter what you do. So Kyungsoo watches as Taemin wraps his arms around Jongin and laugh together with a heavy heart, then goes back to drink some water because the heat is getting to be unbearable.
Jongin thinks it's fun, purely fun. He knows he is hot, that he can dance to perfection, so he flaunts it. It's not bragging if you have it, his mom would always say. But he sees Kyungsoo's jealous stares, so he pries Taemin's hands from around him and goes back to having fun, even if it's not with Kyungsoo. It's the thought that counts, isn't it?
When they go home that night after their big SM town concert, Jongin pushes Kyungsoo to his knees right before bedtime. Kyungsoo knows it's for over-stepping the boundary between band mate and lover in public (but Jongin honestly knows it's for Kyungsoo letting Jonghyun wrap his arms around him), so he doesn't complain or gag when the head of Jongin's cock hits the back of his throat or when his scalp feels like fire from all the pulling. He makes Kyungsoo swallow it, it's a sign of making the submissive accept you, Kyungsoo read in an article one day.
It's tantalizingly amazing the way Jongin acts as if nothing has happened, even in the privacy of their own room. It's only when Jongin wants something that his smirk comes in to play and he tries his hardest to bring out the side that he knows Kyungsoo's loves.
Their entire relationship is based off of knowing; knowing where to draw the line, where to hide for a quickie, or where to stand on stage when Jongin is mad at him Tip-toe, tip-toe around Jongin and his needs because he's SM's golden child who Kyungsoo just so happens to love, along with several other thousands of people who melt when he thrusts into his hand. It's not even Jongin's fault, either, Kyungsoo continues to tell himself, because he's playing right into the game.
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Jongin hasn't touched him for a week now. How odd. Maybe he finally figured out that using Kyungsoo like his own personal toy is going to come back and bite him like karma should. But Jongin has no conscience, no remorse for wrong or right. Both he and Kyungsoo knew what they were getting into when he denied that anything happened the first night after Kyungsoo moaned too loudly.
No. Kyungsoo heard the phone calls after Jongin thought he was asleep. The texting on breaks during practice. Soo Man finally gave them a dating pass after a year and a half after debut, as long it's kept out of the public eye. Kyungsoo watches the way his face lights up after reading a specific message, and he smiles with him because Jongin smiling will always be worth the painful churning in his stomach.
All the guys congratulate Jongin once he finally announces his relationship. Kyungsoo stands with them, smiling, bidding him a "good job, Jongin, treat them right," before turning around and heading to the bathroom. No one should see his tears. He doesn't even have a reason to cry anyway, it's not like he ever had anything other than deprived lust with Jongin.
He finds Kyungsoo in the bathroom anyway and lends him a shoulder to cry on. Kyungsoo knows it's the wrong decision, but he takes it anyway when Jongin unzips his pants, then his own, and makes Kyungsoo grab him while he strokes the other's length. Both of their breathing becomes labored, occasional grunts from Jongin but Kyungsoo remains silent, doing this because Jongin wants to. Always because Jongin.
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The roommates are back to normal after that. A tongue here, a thrust there, and Kyungsoo is hiding his emotions better than he thought. Jongin doesn't seem to notice anyway, neither do the other members or fans. He still can't help himself from scrolling down the 'kaisoo' tag on Tumblr, looking at all the pictures of the glances Jongin stole that day. He even finds videos of their old Angel performance where he smiled at Jongin like he is God incarnated.
The fans do notice, though, when Kyungsoo stops looking back. Jongin is the only one staring when he talks or when he dances with as much passion as anyone else. Kyungsoo doesn't even go as far as to touch Jongin anymore, he has no interest. But when they go home after a long interview and sweaty performance, he kisses Jongin as hard as he used to.
One day, Kyungsoo decides he'll branch out, check out the tags of another ship. When he types in 'kyunghun' he doesn't really know what to expect, but it wasn't what he saw. People actually like them together. He had never considered the possibility of anyone else other than Jongin because it's always Jongin Jongin Jongin. It's not like he means anything to the dancer anyway, so he starts to sit by the maknae a little bit more and make those touches a bit more intimate.
Jongin doesn't say anything. Hell, Kyungsoo thinks he doesn't even care, so he does it more and even with Chanyeol and Suho. Being with the leader more is what seems to get Jongin to break the thin ice he's walking on. He knows what Jongin is telling him when he rams in at full speed without so much as a condom on and didn't even prepare him. Jongin kisses him hard, teeth clanking and tongues smashing, pulling Kyungsoo's knees over his shoulder and pounding even harder when he finds that spot he so easily memorized.
It's two hours later when Jongin makes Kyungsoo stay home with him while the others go out shopping. Kyungsoo figures it is because Jongin does what Jongin wants. He doesn't read into it. Instead, he gets up and starts cooking some tasty ramyun, the cloud of steam filling his eyes while he stirs and adds in some flavoring. Hands encircle his waist and he knows he should have seen it coming, but jumps anyway and turns around in a haste. The taller kisses him with closed lips until he's teetering back dangerously over the active stove.
Jongin grabs him by the wrist and leads him to the couch with out a word. At least Kyungsoo had half a mind to turn the stove off. Jongin sits down and he thinks that the taller boy is messing around with him, but Jongin pulls him roughly by waist until the other is straddling him with legs open on either side of him. Kyungsoo shudders when Jongin gropes his ass and pushes the crotches together then runs his hand up his back, over his spine and past his shoulder blades. Neither of them were usually that sensual. Today seems different.
Maybe it was that they are on the couch in the middle of the dorm's living room and there is always a chance at getting caught, but Kyungsoo's heart is racing faster and faster with Jongin's lips against his. They're removing their shirts slower than they probably should be, but this isn't a moment to rush for the both of them. Kyungsoo runs his hands down Jongin's front, a risky move but they both enjoy it nonetheless, and their shirts are forgotten once thrown somewhere to the side.
Jongin returns the favor by running his calloused fingers down his hyung's sides until he reaches around to unbutton his skinny jeans. He does the same with his own pants, looking Kyungsoo straight in his eyes while lifting his hips to take them down with his boxers. Kyungsoo grunts at the contact they make, his lips are parted slightly, eyes are hooded, and he's breathing hard. Jongin thinks that he couldn't get any sexier while he kicks his garments off his ankles.
He reaches to pull off Kyungsoo's jeans but the latter stops him, taking his own hands back to pull them off albeit with much difficulty from their position. As soon as the two are completely in the nude, Jongin went to claiming Kyungsoo's lips, simultaneously entering his middle finger between the elder's legs. Not being used to the gentleness, Kyungsoo slid up and down on Jongin's finger until he added another one, then another one, until he was on knuckles.
Jongin soon replaces his fingers with his cock, already dripping precome and lubed with Kyungsoo's spit from making him suck on his other knobby fingers. Kyungsoo bounces up and down, rolling his hips occasionally with Jongin steadying him. They both throw their heads back in pleasure at the new sensation, but Jongin soon finds his eyes watching his own length disappear again and again in and out of Kyungsoo; such an erotic sight. Jongin grabs the smaller to hold against him, chests rubbing against each other's while Kyungsoo clenches around him.
The younger went to biting at Kyungsoo's neck, waiting until the skin was completely purple before moving on to a new spot eventually down to the pink nub of his nipple and rolling it under his tongue. Their yells of profanities and lewd moans fill the entire dorm. The ramyun is definitely cold by now and they'll have to clean the couch, but Kyungsoo can't bring himself to care when Jongin hits his prostate dead on.
Kyungsoo can barely lift himself off of Jongin's dick anymore from exertion but he tries anyway, holding on to the other's shoulders for dear life and scrunching up his face in pain and pleasure. Jongin licks down his chest and backup to his ear to suck on the lobe and whisper dirty things in his ear "You like that, huh? You like to ride on my cock? Ride me harder, Soo, harder. Come for me, i'll take care of you," fills his ear and his own member is throbbing and leaking so hard that it hurts and fogs his mind. It's all blind lust and Kyungsoo can't find his way his out.
Jongin finally relieves him by wrapping his fingers around Kyungsoo's length and running his thumb over the slit like he always does. Kyungsoo shudders, the pressure in his stomach becoming heavy and sending waves of shocks that bounces through his ribs and off his bones, down to his fingertips and toes. He clenches a few more times around Jongin, coming down hard after sliding to the head. They're both going to come soon, but Jongin will first, because he always does. He is breathing harshly against Kyungsoo's mouth, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed.
Kyungsoo comes over the younger's hand and stomach right after Jongin fills him with his own. Jongin stays completely still while the elder rolls his hips a few more times and rests his head on Jongin's shoulder. Jongin wraps his arms around the smaller and pulls him ever closer, his hot breath against Kyungsoo's ear.
"You are mine."
It's barely above a whisper and Kyungsoo thinks he may have imagined it, but when he tries to pull away only to have Jongin hug him tighter, he knows he heard right.
"Don't look at anyone other than me."
Kyungsoo's head is reeling. Is this real life? He asks himself.
"Please."
No. This is wrong. This isn't how the story goes.
"How can you tell me something like that? This isn't a movie, and I'm going to play into your little fantasy world you've built."
"Kyungsoo, please," his face is sweaty and he looks like he could pass out anytime soon.
"What? Now that other kids are playing with your toy, you want it back?" The look on Kyungsoo's face is incredulous.
"You know that it's not like that, babe, you're not a toy" Jongin tries to reason. Is there a reason?
"Call your girlfriend babe, not me. I'm done, Jongin."
Kyungsoo searching around the room to find his clothes and Jongin is trying to stop him, throwing them right back to the floor.
"Jongin, stop," Kyungsoo glares.
"No. I don't understand you, Kyungsoo!" He grips his fringe tightly, "you love me, right!? Then fucking act like it! I'm tired of seeing you with that fucking prick, Junmyeon, okay? You love me, so you only look at me."
"Could you be any less mature?" Kyungsoo whispers, "I broke, Jongin. Your toy broke. You can't put it back together. Let it go and call your girlfriend to come fuck you."
"That's not even fair Kyungsoo," Jongin is pleading now, tears coming to his eyes. Kyungsoo can feel his nose burning also, but he holds it back like always.
"And it wasn't fair for me, all these years you used me," Kyungsoo stares at the floor. They both stopped moving, afraid to shatter the air around them.
"I love you."
"I know."
Kyungsoo finishes gathering up his things. Maybe he'll switch rooms with Sehun or Baekhyun. He continues even when Jongin is yelling at him and clawing at his legs. He doesn't turn around, either, because he'll be stronger this time instead. There is a reason; because Jongin and Kyungsoo played into the game. And they lost.
[ sequel]