[B18] PUT YOUR VENOM IN ME (2/3)

[kaisooaufest]

Prompt Code: B18
Title: put your venom in me



“Ugh…”

Jongin rolls over with broken groan, his throat dry. The morning sunlight pierced his eyes as soon as he opened them, and his head throbbed nauseatingly. Blindly grabbing at the comforter, he pulls it further up until it’s covering his head and blocking the annoying light. Why does his brain feel like it’s melting?

“‘Soo,” he mumbles, cracking his eyes open enough to look at the sleeping face of his boyfriend. Jongin reaches and claps his shoulder a few times until Kyungsoo stirs, bleary eyes slowly focusing on Jongin.

“Mm, good morning,” Kyungsoo says with a smile, but it only makes Jongin grumble, turning to bury his face into the pillow. He’s speaking softly, but it still makes Jongin’s head ache.

“Head hurts,” Jongin whines simply.

Kyungsoo sits up beside him and pets Jongin’s messy hair, tucking a few locks behind his ear. He laughs a little. “That’s usually what happens when you drink alcohol. You have such a low tolerance, apparently.” Standing up and getting out of the bed, Kyungsoo disappears into the bathroom for a split second and then into the kitchen before he returns to the bedroom with a glass of water and two blue pills in his hand. “If you take these pain pills and drink a lot of water, you should feel better.”

“Can you lower the blinds or something?” Jongin sits up slowly, leaning his back against the headboard. He takes the pills from Kyungsoo’s hands and swallows them down with a sip of water as he watches his doting boyfriend grab the remote from the night stand and press the button that lowers the beige shades that cover the large windows. Jongin sighs at the relief of the dark, places the glass of water on the nightstand, and slides back down to bury himself in the sheets. It’s Saturday and neither of them have work. It’s a day to relax.

He feels Kyungsoo slide back into the bed next to him, and Jongin scoots over to cuddle with him, laying his cheek on Kyungsoo’s chest. He feels so warm and sated, though his head is still pounding. The memories of last night ring in his brain, and Jongin’s cheeks turn pink from the not-so-innocent parts. He had no idea things could get so…lustful between the two of them, but he definitely doesn’t regret any part of it. In fact, he’s starting to see what he was missing out on before. It can’t be bad if it felt so good.

“I liked last night,” Jongin murmurs, opening his eyes to look up at Kyungsoo in the dark. “I was nervous at first, and I didn’t really understand what you meant, but I think I do now.” He smiles at him and reaches to entangle their fingers. Kyungsoo grins back and holds their intertwined hands to rest over his heart.

“I’m happy,” Kyungsoo says. “I was scared that you’d resent me. We can go again next weekend, if you want.”

“Well, I am kind of mad that you lied to me this whole time and didn’t tell me anything, but I can see why. I know you have your reasons for being secretive.” Jongin props himself up on his elbow, ignoring how his head spins from the movement. “Just promise me you won’t lie about anything else, okay? I want you to trust me. I love you.”

“I promise,” Kyungsoo leans up to kiss Jongin chastely. “I love you too, baby.”

Jongin blushes down to his toes, remembering when Kyungsoo had used that pet name last night. Lying back down, he utters quietly, “I like it when you call me that.” It sounds more intimate to him than just love, which is the common pet name for couples.

“Do you?” Kyungsoo smiles. “Then I’ll say it more.”

Jongin hums in agreement and throws the blanket over them both, situating himself further up to bury his face in Kyungsoo’s neck. He is completely content with just lying here for the rest of the day, in his newly established lover’s embrace.

Jongin returns to work on Monday feeling refreshed. He neglects his vitamins as Kyungsoo convinced him that he didn’t need to take them Saturday or Sunday. The customers are greeted with his dazzling smiles, the young women blush and the old men aren’t so bitter when he speaks to them. Of course, Sehun sends him an odd look when he passes him on his way to the breakroom.

However, Jongin soon figures out that there are drawbacks to not taking the vitamins.

It happens to him for the first time Tuesday afternoon. It’s one of the bank’s slowest times of the week, and Jongin usually passes time by organizing things or doing small tasks for Mr. Choi or some of the other higher-ups. But today he sits in boredom, playing an application on the touchscreen of his desk. With a glance, he can tell Sehun is playing solitaire at his desk, judging by how his brows are furrowed and his glasses are slipping down his thin nose.

He can’t help it, really - how his thoughts start to delve deep into the memories from the past Friday. His eyes space out, and his face becomes tinged pink as he thinks about Kyungsoo’s hand jerking him off, about his tongue roaming over Jongin’s stomach and licking up the semen there. They hadn’t done anything else over the weekend other than making out, but that still has Jongin feeling like the temperature in the office was turned up.

“…talking to you. Jongin! Kim Jongin!” A hand slams down on Jongin’s desk, and the young bank teller springs up, looking straight into the irritated eyes of Oh Sehun.

“Oh, sorry, I was just…spaced out,” Jongin rubs at his eyes, trying to ignore the obvious heat that is now stirring in his gut.

“Yeah, well, I was asking you if you wanted to go out and get something to eat. Mr. Choi says we can go on break since it’s dead,” Sehun raises a brow, staring at him incredulously.

“Uh…just give me a second. I have something to finish up,” Jongin replies, scooting closer to his desk to hide the tent in his trousers that he knows is there. Sehun narrows his eyes at him, glancing down at the game displayed on Jongin’s touchscreen before rolling his eyes and thankfully strolling away with a mumble of, “You have eleven minutes.”

Needless to say, when a similar situation persists the next two days, Jongin starts to take his vitamins again, but he doesn’t tell Kyungsoo or let him find out. It doesn’t help that Jongin’s left unsatiated when Kyungsoo kisses him chastely goodnight. It makes him realize how little time they really have together during the week because they both get home late or have conflicting schedules.

He doesn’t know how to tell Kyungsoo that he wants more, especially when he looks so tired when he gets home from his hospital shifts. Jongin ends up rolling over in bed and waiting for himself to calm down once Kyungsoo goes to sleep. Even that isn’t enough, and on Wednesday night Jongin decides he’ll ask Kyungsoo for something, anything. He wants to be touched like that again.

When he gets home on Thursday, having neglected taking his LPS vitamins again, Jongin anticipates Kyungsoo coming home. He promised that he’d be coming home just an hour after Jongin, so the younger man whips up a quick dinner - one of the only dishes he can make - just so he can warm Kyungsoo up. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, no?

In the middle of stirring the pan, Jongin’s phone vibrates in his back pocket, and he pulls it out, unlocking it to see a text from Kyungsoo.

‘I’ll be a little late tonight. Probably around 10.’

He can’t help but frown and then pout, grumbling under his breath as he turns his attention to what he’s cooking. He can eat his portion and save the rest for Kyungsoo. With a sigh, Jongin finishes up and sits at the island with a continuous pout as he chews his food glumly. It’s not hard to guess that he’s disappointed. He was really hoping that he and Kyungsoo would have time to themselves tonight, but Kyungsoo’s job can be unpredictable at times.

After eating and packing the rest of the dinner into the fridge, Jongin sits and watches the television for a while. The New Seoul News anchors are discussing some drug lord they’re trying to track down, saying he has some sort of outside source of income and that Corporal Kim Junmyeon is leading the case, as usual. Jongin doesn’t pay much attention, feeling a little tired. There was quite the rush at the bank today, and Jongin had his hands full with customers.

He gets up from the couch, turning off the T.V. and rubbing his sore shoulder as he walks into the bedroom. His muscles feel tense from sitting in his office chair all day, and Jongin toys with the idea of taking a hot shower, afraid to take a bath and end up falling asleep. Glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, Jongin thinks he can take a shower and get out before Kyungsoo comes home.

Turning on the lights in the bathroom, Jongin strips out of the comfortable clothes he’d changed into after coming home and taps the touch screen panel in the shower to turn it on to his preferred settings. He picks one of the rainfall settings and turns the temperature up before stepping under the stream and letting out a sigh. The hot water relaxes his muscles and rejuvenates his mind. Washing out the gel from his hair is always satisfactory, and Jongin gently massages shampoo into his mocha hair, taking note of the fact that he needs to get a haircut sometime. His hair typically falls into his eyes if he doesn’t do anything to it.

A faint sound from outside of the bathroom has Jongin stilling with his hand on the bottle of bodywash. Though the shower has see-through glass, Jongin can’t see into the bedroom from the angle of the doorway. He still had thirty minutes until ten o’clock though?

“Kyungsoo?” He calls out softly, but loud enough for anyone else in the apartment to hear. Jongin waits for a reply patiently but receives none and shrugs to himself. Maybe it came from the apartment below theirs.

Squeezing some of the orange blossom scented body wash into his palm, Jongin scrubs it into his chest and torso until it foams up and then bends down slightly to spread it down to his hips and thighs. Once he gets it onto his shoulders and arms, Jongin steps back under the shower water, and that’s when he hears the familiar creak of the shower door being opened. Turning around with his arms freezing on his chest, Jongin nearly has a heart attack until he realizes it’s just Kyungsoo - a naked Kyungsoo.

“Oh my goodness, you scared me!” Jongin gasps, all the blood that drained from his face now traveling back to his skull. Kyungsoo just grins at him as he steps into the shower stall with him, the space being more than big enough for two. The younger blushes as he realizes they’re both naked in such an intimate position. Clearing his throat, Jongin turns back to the water.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Kyungsoo replies, and Jongin hears him grab one of the bottles from the shelf.

“Well, you managed to,” Jongin says, scoffing lightly as he washes the rest of the soap from his body. He startles, however, when he feels Kyungsoo’s hands land gently on his shoulder blades. He can feel the soft, smooth texture of the soap on his hands. “Wh-what are you…?”

“Helping you wash your back,” Kyungsoo murmurs.

Jongin’s heart thunders in his chest as Kyungsoo’s slim fingers travel along either of his shoulders, touching the joint where his neck meets his spine. He lets out a muted sigh, closing his eyes as Kyungsoo’s hands roam his body. The humid air of the shower along with the sensation has Jongin feeling heated, and he doesn’t notice how his breathing becomes soft panting.

Bracing his hands against the tiled shower wall, Jongin curves his back like a cat as Kyungsoo slowly drags his palms down his back until they reach just above the slope of his bottom. It’s so sensual, and Jongin’s been so sensitive that he can’t help getting into it so swiftly. His cock is half-hard already between his legs, and Jongin can’t help but tremble when Kyungsoo’s hands slide around to his stomach. His abs tense up at the contact.

Kyungsoo tenderly pulls him into his arms, and his lips brush Jongin’s shoulder. His hands roam up Jongin’s chest now, tracing the dips of his hardly there muscles. He pauses just before he reaches his pecs, and Jongin licks his lips as he anticipates the moment when Kyungsoo moves to rub his nipples. Eliciting a soft moan from the younger, Kyungsoo pinches the two buds while kissing his shoulder blade.

“Kyungsoo…please…” Jongin begs for something more. “I’ve been so…”

“I know,” Kyungsoo says. “You aren’t good at hiding it.” He laughs quietly.

“But - ” Jongin’s reply is interrupted as Kyungsoo suddenly spins him around, pinning him against the wall before kissing him fully on the mouth. They embrace and Jongin shivers as he feels Kyungsoo’s erection brush against his own. Kyungsoo’s tongue slides into his mouth skillfully just as his hand reaches down to grasp Jongin’s cock, stroking it from base to tip. Jongin mewls, shuddering as he finally gets what he’s been craving.

“I want to try something new,” Kyungsoo whispers against his lips. “Is that okay?”

There’s more they can do? Jongin blinks but nods. If it feels as good as this or better, he’s all in.

Kyungsoo kisses him again, the water from the shower running down their faces. The feel of skin on skin is intensified with the slick effect of the water, and Jongin is lost in the sensations as Kyungsoo continues to jerk him off lazily. Pressing his forehead against Kyungsoo’s, Jongin opens his eyes and looks down at Kyungsoo’s hand moving against his cock, soft moans leaving his lips every time Kyungsoo drags his hand up. His gaze flickers to Kyungsoo’s own package, curved up towards his stomach and reddened.

“You too,” Jongin mumbles, and he reaches down to grasp Kyungsoo’s erection, noticing it has a different feel from his own and really is bigger. He hears a hitched breath as he starts to jerk him off, and Jongin noses down to kiss the column of Kyungsoo’s neck, memorizing the pattern of moles there. The breathy noises that he elicits from Kyungsoo are more than enough to tell him that he’s doing something pleasurable.

“Turn around, baby,” Kyungsoo whispers, letting go of his cock. Jongin, curious if this is the new thing, turns around and places his hands against the tiles of the wall.

“I’m gonna fuck your thighs. Is that okay?” Kyungsoo asks, grabbing something from the shower shelf again.

Jongin turns his head to look at Kyungsoo, who is squeezing a fair amount of conditioner into his hair. “You’re going to what?” He doesn’t understand the meaning of those words strung together, and he isn’t prepared when Kyungsoo thrusts a hand between his legs, parting them and then slathering on the slippery white conditioner on his inner thighs.

Kyungsoo presses Jongin’s legs together once he’s done. “My cock between your thighs, like this,” he replies before sliding his hand through the slick, narrow space of his thighs.

“Oh, uh, okay,” Jongin turns back to face the wall. He still doesn’t really get, but if Kyungsoo wants to do it, that’s fine.

The older man’s breathing turns uneven as he moves closer to the object of his affections. Jongin’s backside is just as breathtaking as the front of him. Swallowing thickly, he grabs his dick, leading it to Jongin’s thighs. His cock rubs against the seam, swiping some of the excess conditioner that clumped up. And then, laying a hand on Jongin’s shoulder, Kyungsoo begins to push through.

Jongin gasps, hands turning into fists on the tile as he feels Kyungsoo’s cock sliding between his thighs and skimming lightly past his balls. Kyungsoo hands move to hold his hips, and Jongin hears him groan when he pulls back and then thrusts forward, dick sliding smoothly between his thighs. It sounds slick and lewd as he continues to thrust in and out, and Jongin feels aroused, gasping with every movement and relishing in every brush of Kyungsoo’s cock against his own.

“Shit, yeah, that’s it,” Kyungsoo moans as he starts to move faster and harder, pushing Jongin further into the wall and making him brace his torso against it as Kyungsoo fucks his thighs. He sounds so primal and guttural, making Jongin’s brain turn to mush. If he was a female, he knows he’d be feeling this even more.

“Ah, uhn, um,” Jongin whimpers as Kyungsoo reaches around his hips to stroke him, following the rhythm of his thrusts. “Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo, it feels so…”

Kyungsoo fingers dig into his hip as his thrusts slow down, and he groans into Jongin’s ear just as the latter feels warm cum drip between his thighs, Kyungsoo thrusting into his own mess. White flashes in Jongin’s eyes as he comes seconds after, cheek pressed against the cool tile. The shower is still pounding water down Kyungsoo’s back as he pulls away, breathing heavily, as is Jongin. His thighs drip an ivory mixture of conditioner and semen, and Jongin stares down at it for a moment, trying to come back down to Earth.

He hears his boyfriend sigh, and hands rest of Jongin’s hips again, only to drag him backwards to stand under the showerhead. “Need to wash this off,” Kyungsoo mumbles, opening the shower door momentarily to grab a gray washcloth. He then proceeds to squat down a little and wipe off the substances sticking to Jongin’s thighs.

Afterwards, they speed some peaceful quiet time with few random words here and there as they take an actual shower. Jongin enjoys running his fingers through Kyungsoo’s dark hair and massaging body wash into his stiff shoulders. It’s not sexual this time; it’s loving. Jongin finds himself grinning and pressing a quick kiss to Kyungsoo’s lips for no reason other than he felt like doing it.

“I love you,” Jongin murmurs when they’re lying down in bed, lights off and beneath the sheets. This time, they aren’t sleeping on separate sides of the bed.

“I love you too, baby.” Kyungsoo’s fingers comb through his hair, and it feels like home.

Kyungsoo actually comes home a reasonable time on Friday, and he and Jongin spend the evening leisurely, sitting on the couch and watching a few movies, all PG romance, of course. The quiet between them is filled by the voices of the actors, and it’s comfortable. Both being introverts and soft-spoken, neither of them feel the need to talk about anything, simply cuddling close and commenting during certain moments of the movie.

Jongin has a lot on his mind, however, but he’s hesitant to speak up. Hugging Kyungsoo’s arm and leaning against his shoulder, he glances over at the older man, whose gaze is still fixed on the film. The topic he wants to talk about isn’t easy to approach and is embarrasing to ask. But he has to ask it before they go to the club tomorrow night, and right now is a good time as ever.

“Kyungsoo?” Jongin straightens up beside him.

“Hmm?” Kyungsoo turns his head to look at him. “Are you hungry? Should I start on dinner?”

“No - well, yes, but I want to ask you something first, um,” Jongin clears his throat, cheeks blooming red. “How do…how do men have sex? Can we even…” Kyungsoo had already gone through the explanation of how babies are really supposed to be made (the government uses artificial insemination nowadays).

Not expecting that at all, Kyungsoo coughs out a laugh. “Yes, uh, yes, men can have sex.”

“We can? How?” Jongin blinks.

“Well, sex doesn’t have to be defined just as penetration. So technically, we’ve already had sex,” Kyungsoo says. “But if you are talking penetration wise, yes. Men have anal sex.”

“A-Anal?” Jongin’s jaw just about drops to the floor. “A-As in…the thing…goes in the anus?”

“Yes. Not all men do it, and not all enjoy it,” he shrugs. “It just depends on the person. It can hurt, if you’re not with the right person, and it takes more preparation than a heterosexual couple. It is completely clean, though. But we don’t have to do it, if that’s what you’re wondering about, Jongin.” Kyungsoo twines an arm around his waist and holds him close, kissing his temple.

Jongin nods quickly in response. He finds it difficult to imagine something going in there at all, let alone someone else’s cock. How can that even feel good? With a smile and a sigh, he settles back down to continue watching the movie. Kyungsoo gets up a few minutes later, strolling into the kitchen to start on dinner, and Jongin sprawls across the length of the couch, cheek resting on the warm spot left behind by Kyungsoo.

He tries not to, but he keeps thinking about what Kyungsoo had said. Jongin wonders if Kyungsoo wanted to do that, and if so would that guarantee that Jongin would be the one receiving? Kyungsoo surely has experience, since he knows about everything, so maybe it won’t hurt? And why would other men do it if it didn’t feel good? It had to, somehow. Perhaps it’s the sensation of being underneath another man and becoming one that makes it so satisfactory.

Jongin imagines being with Kyungsoo like that, being pressed down onto the bed. He remembers the sensation of Kyungsoo’s hands feeling him up, touching every sliver of skin, and can already see him parting Jongin’s legs. Being so intimate with his lover and accepting every part of him has Jongin growing warm and snuggling closer to the couch cushions. Maybe…maybe he should tell Kyungsoo they can try? It’s not like they have to keep going.

And so, once dinner is finished and they’re sitting at the kitchen bar and eating, Jongin blurts out his thoughts.

“I want to have sex with you.”

He hears Kyungsoo choke on his rice, having just shoved a large portion into his mouth. Kyungsoo bangs the table with his fist as he coughs and gulps down the food in his mouth. Once his fit is over, he looks over to Jongin with a flushed face. “You…really want to?”

Jongin nods, rubbing Kyungsoo’s back in comfort. “Yeah, I do. I want to try, at least. I want to try everything with you.”

“Okay, we can try,” Kyungsoo cracks a smile. “Do you want to do it tomorrow at the club?”

“Actually, can we do it here? I feel like…I’d be more comfortable,” Jongin asks, shifting in his seat nervously.

“Yes, of course, whatever you want.” Kyungsoo is actually happy about Jongin’s request. He’s never had sex in this apartment, and it feels more intimate and homey like this, like he really was saving himself for Jongin. “I’d have to go out and grab some things we need from the club tomorrow, but we can do it here. You just have to be quiet.”

“Quiet?” Jongin doesn’t think he was too loud before. He’s been trying to hold in the strange sounds.

“Mhm,” Kyungsoo smirks at him, “I’ve been known to make people beg.”

It’s soft and sweet when Jongin’s bare back meets the sheets of their bed. The lights are off, but there’s a small amount of light coming from the standing lamp in the corner of the bedroom. Kyungsoo’s hands press into the mattress on either side of Jongin’s body as he’s dragged into another kiss, Jongin’s hands holding his cheeks. They don’t rush it.

Gently, Kyungsoo lowers himself until he’s chest-to-chest with Jongin, and the younger slings his arms around his shoulders, hot palms resting on his shoulder blades. Kyungsoo sucks Jongin’s bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a pop before kissing him deeply again. His tongue traces along the edge of Jongin’s reddened lips before delving inside. Jongin moans and his hands roam up to tangle in Kyungsoo’s midnight hair, gasping into the heady lip lock. Their teeth click due to Jongin’s inexperience, but it’s no problem.

When Kyungsoo pulls away, it’s with a breathy gasp. Resting his forehead against Jongin’s, lips hardly touching, they pant and struggle to catch their breath. Their hips are already grinding sensually, both of them only clothed in their underwear, and Kyungsoo intensifies the feeling for Jongin as he kisses roughly at his jaw, trailing down his neck. Jongin feels dizzy already, moaning quietly as Kyungsoo continues to grind down against him.

Jongin’s hands slide down Kyungsoo’s back, tracing the bumps of his spine until his fingers reach the band of his boxer briefs. His hands dip beneath the elastic band and push the cloth down the curve of his bottom.

“Take them off,” Jongin breathes. Kyungsoo leans back and moves off of Jongin, sitting on the bed. Jongin’s eyes rest on the outline of his boyfriend’s erection in his gray briefs, curving towards his left hip, and he licks his lips subtly as he watches him slip them off and toss them to the floor.

Kyungsoo crawls back over, eyes meeting, and he spreads Jongin’s legs, settling in-between them. “Can I take yours off?” he asks, hands resting on Jongin’s hips.

“Yeah,”

Once his forest green briefs are gone, his leaking cock rests against his stomach. Still so sensitive, even kisses can arouse Jongin near his peak. His nerves zing in his stomach as he lies fully exposed to Kyungsoo, easily noticing how Kyungsoo’s dark eyes rest on that untouched area. But he doesn’t touch, and instead he moves to hold Jongin’s left leg in the crook of his elbow, leaning down to kiss and suck at his hairless, smooth inner thigh.

Jongin keens from the surprising sensation, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth to quell the noises. Kyungsoo licks and bites, the small stings pleasureable to Jongin, and he leaves red bruising marks in his wake, in a neat row. And Jongin thinks he’s going to move his mouth to his cock, but Kyungsoo simply turns his head to give Jongin’s right thigh the same treatment. It has Jongin writhing before too long, frustrated as his leaking erection isn’t getting the attention it needs. Kyungsoo glances up to see Jongin’s arms above his head, gripping the pillows there, and his chocolate eyes are begging for some sort of relief. There’s only so much teasing a virgin can take.

“Kyungsoo, please,” Jongin pleads.

Kyungsoo wonders if the younger man is even aware of how attractive he is. His heavy-lidded chestnut eyes are dizzying and draw Kyungsoo in; his mocha brown hair is mussed and hanging in his eyes, and Jongin’s lips are cherry red and puffy from being kissed, parted as he breathes deeply. Kyungsoo shouldn’t even mention how beautiful every slope and line of Jongin’s body is, every inch covered in his natural caramel skin. He’s seen Jongin naked many times, but never like this - where he can touch as he pleases.

“Hold on,” Kyungsoo withdraws from the bed, remembering that he left the things he’d brought from the club when Jongin had practically ambushed him in the entryway. Padding out of the bedroom, Kyungsoo subtly grins as he can feel eyes focused straight on his ass.

When he returns, black plastic bag in hand, Jongin is lazily stroking himself, eyes closed until he feels Kyungsoo’s weight dip the bed. He looks at the plastic bag curiously. “What’s in there?”

“It’s just lube and condoms,” Kyungsoo throws him a smirk before untying the bag and pulling out the familiar bottle of lube. Uncapping it, he squeezes some of the clear gel onto his fingers. Jongin stares at him, confused as to what he’s going to do.

“This is going to help stretch you down here.” Jongin flinches when he feels cold, wet fingers trace around the pucker of his hole. “I’m going to stick my fingers in there, okay? It’ll feel a little weird at first.”

“Okay,” Jongin nods, nervously shifting against the sheets to make sure he’s comfortable. Kyungsoo continues to tease before pressing the tip of his index finger into Jongin’s hole. It sinks in easily, and Kyungsoo bites back a groan at how tight Jongin feels. He knows he has to take his time with this, though, because Jongin is a virgin, and he doesn’t want to hurt him.

Meanwhile, Jongin grips the pillows above his head tightly, clenching down on Kyungsoo’s finger in a instinctive reaction. It does feel strange, a sensation he can’t explain. But it doesn’t hurt. Even when Kyungsoo starts to move his finger in and out, wriggling it around to get Jongin used to it. Yet once he adds his middle finger, Jongin starts to feel the stretch and burn. He whimpers a bit when Kyungsoo scissors his fingers, and he can hear the squelch after Kyungsoo adds more lube and starts to move his fingers in a steady pace, eyes trained on Jongin. Kyungsoo looks focused as he slows down his movements, fingers pressing purposely against his walls until Jongin feels him touch something amazing. It takes the breath out of his lungs, and his cock twitches appreciatively against his stomach.

“What…what was - uhn,” Jongin moans lowly as Kyungsoo does it again, adding a third finger. It starts to feel extremely arousing, and Jongin melts with every thrust of Kyungsoo’s fingers, curling inside of him and rubbing against that spot. He can hardly stop the mewls that come from his mouth.

“It’s your prostate. Feels good, right?” Kyungsoo flashes a smile, and then his free hand moves to Jongin’s weeping dick, pumping it in time with the thrusts of his fingers and rubbing the head with his thumb. Jongin shudders, feeling close to orgasm with how Kyungsoo is constantly stimulating his prostate.

“I’m - Kyungsoo - it’s…” Jongin’s breathing picks up, and that’s when Kyungsoo lets go of his dick and pulls out his fingers. Jongin’s cock jerks, and he trembles but doesn’t orgasm.

“Do you still want to have sex?” Kyungsoo asks, moving up to press a kiss to Jongin’s lips and smooth his sweaty bangs from his face. “It’s fine if you just want to do this for tonight.”

Jongin shakes his head, breathless. “No, I want to do it, with you.”

“Okay,” Kyungsoo replies happily, trying to hide his blooming smile. He reaches for the bag after wiping his fingers off on the sheets and takes out a line of condoms, ripping one off before opening one of the foil packets. He rolls the condom down his thick cock with ease, and Jongin suddenly wonders how that’s going to fit inside of him.

Lubing up his cock with one hand, Kyungsoo settles on his knees and fits Jongin’s thighs on either side of his hips. “It might hurt a little at first because it’s your first time, but it’ll go away.”

Biting his lip, Jongin nods and his hand moves to hold Kyungsoo’s that rests on a tan thigh, nervous but eager for what is to come. The warm tip of Kyungsoo’s erection brushes up against his hole, and Jongin tries not to tense up as he slowly starts to push inside. He holds Kyungsoo’s hand tightly and gnaws on his lips, stifling a pained groan. It hurts, but it’s nothing Jongin can’t handle. His arms move to embrace his boyfriend’s shoulders when Kyungsoo leans down to kiss him soothingly. Kyungsoo makes small shallow thrusts until Jongin opens up enough for him to slide in completely.

Kyungsoo’s breathing is deep and heavy, and he moves to rest his head in the crook of Jongin’s neck. He’s wanted this for so long that it’s hard to control himself, but he wants to be gentle and loving. Pulling away, he looks down at Jongin in pure awe. He’s panting and his thighs are trembling, but his warm brown eyes are focused on Kyungsoo passionately. Jongin offers him a breathless, crooked smile, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of Kyungsoo’s neck. Kyungsoo’s eyes sting with the realization of how much he really loves this man.

Bending down to give him another deep kiss, Kyungsoo braces his forearms on either side of Jongin’s head and moves his hips just a bit, swallowing the mewl that follows. Jongin’s hands slide down to rest on his shoulder blades as Kyungsoo pulls out and thrusts in, slowly building a sensual rhythm. Mouth open, he can’t help the erotic sounds that escape him. The pain is dulled out as Kyungsoo thrusts and grinds into him, finding his prostate easily.

Jongin throws his head back and shudders, nails digging into Kyungsoo’s skin as his legs subconsciously spread farther to feel more. It’s so good that his mind goes blank. He can only focus on Kyungsoo’s rough groans, the wet sounds of their lovemaking, and how every touch and contact sets his nerves ablaze.

“Soo…ugh, uhn, Soo,” Jongin moans.

“So good for me, Jongin, so good,” Kyungsoo pants. “You’re, mm, so b-beautiful.”

Though the moment is perfect and romantic and sensual, Jongin can’t hold himself for very long and comes untouched soon enough, his hand searching blindly and grabbing ahold of Kyungsoo’s that rests on the bed. The sensation and watching Jongin come undone beneath him is just enough for Kyungsoo to reach his peak as well, coming into the condom.

Basking in the afterglow consists of Kyungsoo glancing down at Jongin, who’s panting and lying back against the pillows with his eyes closed and his stomach dirtied. His bronze skin is aglow with a sheen of sweat and his dark brown bangs stick to his forehead. Kyungsoo presses a chaste kiss to the corner of his parted lips, and Jongin’s eyes open, staring at him in tired wonder. They both share exhausted smiles and quiet, wheezing laughs as Kyungsoo kisses him again on the temple.

“Was it good?” Kyungsoo asks.

“You have to ask?” Jongin grins, squeezing Kyungsoo’s hand. “I feel like I can finally say I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

Jongin feels like he’s in heaven after that. Returning back to work once the weekend is up, he’s all smiles. He works hard during the day and comes home to Kyungsoo’s embrace. And on the nights where Kyungsoo is away working late shifts at the hospital, Jongin cooks dinner and leaves leftovers in the fridge for his boyfriend to reheat when he comes home in the early hours. His work ethic improves enough that his boss pulls him into his office two weeks later and compliments him, even going as far as to offer a raise if he keeps up the good work for the month.

“You two look so happy together.” Jongin’s mother looks touched when they meet her and his father for dinner later in the month. Jongin smiles bashfully, squeezing Kyungsoo’s hand that rests on his thigh beneath the table.

“Ah, well, we’ve just been really in love since our anniversary,” Kyungsoo replies smoothly, glancing over at Jongin.

“Such an honest man about his feelings,” Jongin’s father smiles over the rim of his glass of water. “I knew Jongin’s mother and I did well when we chose you and your family.”

“He treats me right,” Jongin says, thinking inwardly about how they don’t even know the half of it. No one knows that Jongin’s become accustomed to feeling Kyungsoo’s hands roaming over every inch of skin most nights or how frequently they’ve left New Seoul to travel outside of the borders and visit the club. They go every weekend now, actually, and the past three times Jongin’s found himself enjoying it, not just for the private room but for the people and flashing lights.

He tries all sorts of strange drinks with alcohol in them, and the past two times Jongin’s actually been able to hold his alcohol rather than puking it all over the back of his car. He’s also come to know a few people at the club, all friends of Kyungsoo’s. They’re all wild and there to be free, and Jongin learns that not everyone at the club are elites - some are refugees who escaped from New Seoul to live in the ruins in the city. Jongin respects their decision, but he can’t imagine living on the run from the government and leaving his family and friends behind just to be free. As much as he’s realized how the government is depriving them, Jongin can’t leave the life he knows behind completely, and he knows that Kyungsoo is the same.

The only thing Jongin hasn’t really touched on or considered is drugs.

“It’s called Cloud 9,” Chanyeol grins, shaking the little clear bag in Kyungsoo’s face as they sit at the bar. “Baekhyun and I tried it a couple days ago, and fuck it was so good. Sex is ten times more intense.”

“Fuck yeah,” Baekhyun seconds, leaning over the bar to peer at Jongin and Kyungsoo from behind Chanyeol, beer bottle in hand. “I know you haven’t had any real fun in a while, but you should introduce Jongin here to everything, right?”

Kyungsoo furrows his brows. “I haven’t done any of that stuff in so long - ”

“How do you use it?” Jongin interrupts, mildly interested. He’s seen others high on drugs and having the time of their life, dancing and making out amongst other things. Kyungsoo throws him a wide-eyed look, but he ignores it in favor of listening to Chanyeol’s reply.

“Crush ’em up and snort them, up your nose. I’m sure Kyungsoo could teach you.” Chanyeol smirks, pulling another tiny bag, smaller than his thumb and containing what looked like rock salt. “Look, I’ll give you two doses for free.” He slides the two bags down. “Up to you two to decide.” Winking, he slides away from the bar and Baekhyun follows, leaving Kyungsoo and Jongin alone.

Jongin picks up one of the small bag, feeling the bumps of the drug through the plastic. He and Kyungsoo just got to the club and neither of them have touched any alcohol yet, and Kyungsoo had told him in a random conversation that drugs and alcohol were never a good mix.

“You’re seriously considering this?” Kyungsoo looks at him in surprise.

“Just once can’t be bad,” Jongin muses. “All the other things you’ve shown me haven’t been too bad.”

His boyfriend raises a brow before puffing out a sigh and standing up from the bar. “Well, if you want to so badly, I guess we can try it for tonight.”

Kyungsoo leads him into their private room, and that’s where he shows Jongin how to grind it up into a fine powder on the bar, scraping it into a fine line before snorting up the entire dose. With watery eyes and a soon-to-be foggy brain, he helps Jongin do the same.

Jongin hardly realizes when the effects kick in, colors become so vibrant and his own voice echoes in his head. One second he’s lounging on the couch with Kyungsoo, having a conversation about something that he can’t be bothered to remember, and the next he’s stark naked on the bed, drooling into the sheets with something vibrating in his ass and Kyungsoo riding him roughly. Incoherent yells and slurs escape his boyfriend’s mouth, and he gasps and grins, laughing and moaning as he lifts himself off and onto Jongin’s erection. There’s already evidence of Kyungsoo having come already dotting Jongin’s stomach, but he’s still hard. Jongin thinks he says something like Kyungsoo’s name as he orgasms, noticing he’s not even wearing a condom as his spunk dribbles down his own still-erect cock and Kyungsoo’s inner thighs.

He doesn’t know how much he comes in that one night, but it’s definitely more than three.

“You’ve been so distant lately, you know?” Sehun muses as he stirs his tea lazily, small silver spoon clinking against the porcelain. “You’re always away with Kyungsoo on the weekends.”

“Yeah, well,” Jongin’s eyes fall to his lobster bisque, “Kyungsoo and I have just been closer lately. His anniversary gift really made me fall deeper in love with him, to be honest.”

“Oh? Was it romantic?” Sehun asks.

“Mhm,” Jongin runs a hand through his hair. He doesn’t know what to say as it wasn’t exactly romantic but saying anything else would prompt Sehun to ask more questions. Sliding his hand around to touch his neck, Jongin smiles. “It’s amazing how you can spend eleven months with someone and still not know them completely.”

Sehun rolls his eyes. “You’re so chee - Hey, what’s that?” Wide-eyed, he points to Jongin’s throat.

“What’s what?” Jongin lowers his hand, confused.

“That mark on your neck,” Sehun clarifies, furrowing his brows. “Did you get bitten by a bug or something?”

Picking up his phone, Jongin opens the front-facing camera and low and behold there is a reddened mark peeking out of his collar. His cheeks flush as he realizes it must have come from last weekend at the club. The Cloud 9 drug made them more careless than usual. “Uh, I-I didn’t even notice. I guess it is a bug bite,” Jongin chuckles, trying to hide the nervousness bubbling in his stomach. He glances up to see Sehun hardly paying any attention anyways, eyes focused on the phone in his hands.

“Try bug spray or something when you and Kyungsoo are out on another fancy rooftop date.” Sehun mumbles. Once he’s done doing whatever he was doing - presumably texting - he sighs and places his phone down. “Anyways, we have more pressing matters to talk about. Guess who I’m dating?”

“You’re dating?” Jongin blinks, suddenly realizing how little he’s really been talking to Sehun lately. “Who?”

A prideful smirk graces Sehun’s thin lips. “Corporal Kim Junmyeon. I finally outdid you in something. My boyfriend is wealthier than yours!” His eyes curve into crescents from the joy.

“Corporal Junmyeon?” Exactly the last person Jongin ever expected. “How did you…when did this happen?”

“Well,” Sehun leans on the table like an enamoured teenage girl, “he approached me after work last Friday. I went out to a restaurant with Minseok, and Junmyeon was there. He said he’d been wanting to find out more about me after seeing me when he visited the bank. He asked me all sorts of things, and he really has a way with words. We talked all night, and I’ve been on two dates with him since.”

“I…wow.” Jongin is nearly speechless. Landing a date - or multiple dates - with a government official is pretty lucky, but with Corporal Junmyeon it’s like hitting the jackpot. Jongin can only imagine how spoiled Sehun already is. He knew Sehun never wore such a shiny watch before. “Well, I’m happy that you finally found someone, Sehun.”

“Me too,” Sehun shows one of his rare smiles. “We should go on a double date sometime.”

“Oh, sure,” Jongin nods, not even thinking about how he and Kyungsoo are technically criminals. “I’ll ask Kyungsoo about it.”

He should’ve expected it. Honestly. They both should have known that it couldn’t be this easy. They couldn’t just turn their backs to the government and pretend that the government wasn’t able to stand on its tiptoes and peer over their shoulders. Kyungsoo said it was safe, that no one would find out because it was outside of the borders. They were only two of the five million people living in New Seoul and could slip out of the eye of the government so easily, Kyungsoo had reassured him during times Jongin felt a little insecure. If push came to shove, Kyungsoo could use money to get them out of the situation.

For once, Kyungsoo was wrong.

It happens when they least expect it. Three months after their anniversary night, Jongin and Kyungsoo are sitting at the bar in the club, enjoying drinks that have become a constant as of late. Yixing, the bartender, is actively telling them about one of Kris’s rare drunk antics. Jongin can hardly even imagine the tall bouncer acting like a foolish drunk, but it’s true, confirmed by the scowl on Kris’s face as he stands beside the bar. Chanyeol, laughing his ass off, slaps his hand on the bar and opens his mouth to throw in his comment, but he’s interrupted by a sudden banter coming from the front of the club. Kyungsoo and Kris instantly perk up. Jongin stands up to see what the commotion is, and his heart turns to ice.

Jongin can see the heavily guarded police men pouring into the club from the busted open, rusty door. One man, clearly the deputy or something lifts his wrist ID, the hologram displaying his badge.

“New Seoul Police! All of you are under arrest for illegal acts of debauchery including - ” He’s interrupted as the club goes into instant chaos. The loud, thumping bass of the music disappears and people start to run in all directions. Kris, Yixing, and Chanyeol all disappear, and Jongin can hardly keep up as suddenly Kyungsoo is grabbing his wrist and dragging his frozen figure away from the bar and into the mass of swarming people. There aren’t many exits to the club, and the policemen are quickly figuring that out.

Jongin nearly goes deaf at the sound of the gunshots. He wants to glance back, but Kyungsoo doesn’t let him.

“There’s an exit through the back,” Kyungsoo calmly murmurs to him, trying to keep his pale-faced boyfriend relaxed. “No one else knows about it but the staff.”

“Th-Then how do you…” Jongin’s voice is caught in his throat as Kyungsoo kicks open the double doors in the back. A bullet hits the wall beside them, and that gets Jongin’s legs moving as they head down the hallway, past their private bedroom and to the last door on the left, Kyungsoo gripping Jongin’s forearm tightly as he uses his other hand to unlock the old door quickly. Kyungsoo turns for a moment as he ushers Jongin out the door, catching a glance of the police officers pouring into the corridor, and he hurries after Jongin when one of the officers raise their gun.

The door is like the front entrance, leading out to stairs and up to the car park where most cars are speeding away into the distance. There are officers outside as well, judging by the police cars and sounds of gunshots. The government says love is what binds them, but here they are killing people who only wanted a taste of freedom.

Jongin and Kyungsoo manage to run past the commotion, bullets following their feet. Kyungsoo had parked close to the back, so they are in the safety of their car in no time. Jongin barely has time to click his seatbelt in before Kyungsoo is peeling away, having taken his expensive luxury car this tonight. They speed away from the scene with their breaths held.

“Fuck, if they have the borders blocked…” Kyungsoo curses under his breath, eyes focused on the road and brows pressed together intensely. It’s obvious that he’s just as worried as Jongin is, judging by how he’s driving like mad, speedometer hovering towards a ridiculously high number.

Jongin stays silent and wide-eyed, staring at his lap and unable to think. Will they be okay? He doesn’t have the guts to even ask Kyungsoo that right now. Glancing at Kyungsoo’s hands on the wheel, he wants to hold one of them to reassure and be assured that they’ll be okay no matter what. But instead he keeps his hands together in his lap, praying.

Kyungsoo slows down once they reach their usual border gate. However, Ryeowook isn’t standing there - in fact, the entire station is empty - and the gate is wide open. Jongin glances around in questioning, but Kyungsoo just thanks their odd chances and drives calmly into the city, like any normal citizen.

“There must have been an insider or something,” Kyungsoo rambles in grumbles as he pulls into the garage for their apartment complex. “There’s no way we could have been found out unless someone told the police about it.”

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin starts once they’re parked and unbuckling, his lips trembling. “I-I’m…”

“It’s alright, Jongin,” Kyungsoo says, his voice gentle now as he turns to face his younger boyfriend. He gathers Jongin’s hand in his. “All we have to do is lay low for a bit. Act normal, go to work, and come home as usual. There was no one driving behind us, and we weren’t followed. I doubt they even saw our faces. But…if something does happen, I’ll protect you. I promise.”

“N-No, together,” Jongin’s hand squeezes Kyungsoo. “We go together. Wherever.”

Kyungsoo smiles at him and raises his other hand to caress Jongin’s cheek. “Okay, baby,” he kisses Jongin chastely. “But don’t worry too much about it. Let’s just get some rest.”

Exiting the car, the two make their way into the elevator and up to the 35th floor. Jongin tries not to cling to his boyfriend as PDA isn’t a thing in New Seoul, but his stomach is still fluttering with nerves. Kyungsoo calmed him down considerably, but Jongin doesn’t like being unsure of the future. He is relieved, however, when they’re standing in front of the apartment door.

“Huh,” Kyungsoo looks puzzled after he lifts his wrist ID to the lock. “The door’s unlocked.”

“Did you forget to lock it when we left?” Jongin asks as Kyungsoo opens the door.

“I guess so. It must have slipped my - ” Kyungsoo stops in the entryway, and Jongin nearly runs into him. Confused as to why Kyungsoo has stopped and gone silent, Jongin peers over his shoulder, and his heart stops instantly.

“You got here quick, didn’t you?” Corporal Kim Junmyeon smiles as if he’s speaking politely to a colleague. He’s sitting in one of the white plush chairs, facing them with legs crossed, and four officers stand behind him, stone-faced. “I expected to have to wait longer.”

Kyungsoo backs up, splaying an arm out to keep Jongin behind him. “State your business, Corporal.”

Junmyeon raises a brow but stands up and motions to the men. They immediately walk forward, large and intimidating, and grab Kyungsoo by the shoulders, wrenching him from Jongin’s grasp and pinning his arms behind him. When one of the officers produces handcuffs, Jongin finally moves.

“No!” Trying to move towards his boyfriend, Jongin is held back by one of the officers, and he tries to wriggle out of the hold but it’s no use. “You can’t take him!”

The sound of the handcuffs clicking in place brings tears to his eyes, and Jongin waits for his turn as well but the officer only subdues him. Why aren’t they handcuffing him as well? He’s just as much at fault as Kyungsoo is.

“Do Kyungsoo, you are under arrest for the ownership of an illegal establishment outside of New Seoul, tempting its citizens, selling alcohol, and dare I forget, siphoning money into the illegal drug ring,” Junmyeon states.

Kyungsoo owned the club? And he was the mysterious man from all the news stories giving money to the drug lord? Jongin stares wide-eyed at his boyfriend, who has his head hung. Not only can he not believe Kyungsoo withheld this from him, but the fact that it makes complete sense and Jongin was just too stupid to see it. The private room, Kyungsoo knowing everyone at the club, him knowing of the back entrance - everything. And it also occurs to Jongin suddenly as he meets eyes with Junmyeon that the man was watching them the whole time. From that day in the bank to getting a date with Sehun. It was all a ploy to read Jongin and get to Kyungsoo somehow.

“And I do know that you have gotten involved in certain affairs with Mr. Do, Mr. Kim,” Junmyeon says to Jongin. “But rest assured, I won’t convict you of anything. I believe Mr. Do just happened to corrupt the innocent.”

“No,” Jongin struggles against his restraints again, “that’s not true! I was - ”

“Jongin, stop.” Kyungsoo’s voice is quiet, but the way his eyes flicker over to Jongin, pleading, makes the younger man go silent. But Jongin wants to scream at him, ask him why he’s just letting this happen without a fight. Kyungsoo promised that they’d stay together, but now he’s asking Jongin to just stand aside and let him go. It isn’t fair.

“Well, I believe that settles it. Say hi to Sehun for me, will you, Mr. Kim?” Junmyeon smiles and motions for the officers to move out with Kyungsoo in their clutches. But Jongin isn’t done. As soon as the man holding him lets go, Jongin dashes towards the door where the men are leading Kyungsoo out and grabs at one of them.

“Let him go! You can’t do this!” Jongin claws at their arms relentlessly, trying to get to his boyfriend only to be knocked away easily. Junmyeon shoots him a glare, and then suddenly the same officer restraining him before grabs ahold of him.

“Teach him a lesson. It seems he doesn’t know how to give up,” Jongin hears just before a knee collides with his stomach.

Part 3