Suck It and See
Title: Suck It and See
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP
Warnings: Rimming
Length: 1.6k
Summary: Kitchen sex
a/n:bitch i cried whilst writing this shit
Jongin wakes to the sound of birds outside and groans. Fucking birds. He rolls over, intending to mold himself to his boyfriend’s back, but the bed’s empty. Weird. Kyungsoo is usually still fast asleep when Jongin wakes up. He blinks his eyes open to peer at the clock and, it’s 10:30AM. That would explain why Kyungsoo's already up and about.
He groans again, accompanied by a good stretch this time, and rolls out of bed. He goes to shower, brushes his teeth, throws some joggers on, and makes his way out to the kitchen where he can hear his boyfriend puttering about. Jongin can’t help but smile fondly at the sound of Kyungsoo humming softly as he makes his tea. He adores it.
When he gets to the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks and can’t help the quiet moan that escapes him. Kyungsoo is leaning over the counter with his ass sticking out, one knee popped, his glorious s-line visible and he's wearing Jongin's shirt. The pale blue Lacoste button up he had worn out last night. It barely falls past where the curve of his ass meets his thighs and there’s no way he’s wearing anything underneath.
“Babe-are-fuck-are those knee socks?”
Kyungsoo looks over his shoulder then, smirks a little bit, and god, Jongin is in awe. The socks are a light cream color, barely coming up over the tops of Kyungsoo's knees, and the way they look against his smooth, milky skin is fucking amazing. Jongin definitely wants to come all over them.
“Morning, to you too, Jongin.” Kyungsoo coos, teasing, but Jongin can see the slight blush on his cheeks. Jongin continues to stare, wondering how long Kyungsoo's had them, how many sets he has, where he’s been hiding them.
The kettle goes off then, and Kyungsoo turns back to open the cabinet to grab two mugs for them.
Jongin crowds up behind Kyungsoo, his already half-hard cock nestled against his ass, one hand gripping his hip and the other reaching up to help Kyungsoo get the cup. He buries his face into into Kyungsoo's hair, bites softly behind his ear, opens his mouth to whisper that he’s got it, but what comes out of his mouth instead is a groan.
When Kyungsoo responds with a quiet mmm, Jongin grabs his hand where it’s still reaching for the cup and brings it back down to the counter. He closes the cabinet and spins Kyungsoo around to face him, taking a step back so he can fully appreciate the view. And god, fucking hell, what a view. He slowly ogles his body carefully, up from Kyungsoo's feet, over his knees, lingers on the expanse of milky, smooth skin visible between the tops of his socks and the hem of his shirt, up his torso to where the top few buttons of the Lacoste are undone and the dip of his collarbones, finally landing on his face.
Kyungsoo's cheeks are flushed, his perfect pink mouth partially open, even with his pupils slightly blown out, and his fringe lays undone against his forehead, still damp from his shower. He looks so soft and touchable and like the most beautiful thing Jongin's ever seen.
“Fuck, Kyungsoo,” Jongin says, stepping back into Kyungsoo's space, wrapping his arms around to grab Soo's bum, revelling in the soft keening noise he gets in response. “Fuck, you look so fucking hot, Soo, so beautiful, can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Kyungsoo wraps his arms around his neck and leans in to kiss, murmuring yours, always yours as he mouths his way up Jongin's neck, underneath his jaw. When his lips finally land on Jongin's, they both let out contented sighs. They kiss lazily for a minute until Jongin starts kneading Kyungsoo's ass, causing him to moan and lick hotly into Jongin's mouth. He spreads his legs a bit, and Jongin takes the opportunity to grind his groin into Kyungsoo, groaning at the friction and the feel of his half-hard cock against his thigh. He plants one last kiss to Kyungsoo's lips and untangles himself from him, who whimpers at the loss.
“Turn around, babe,” he says, and Kyungsoo does, resting his forearms on the counter-top and sticking his ass out. Jongin wedges a foot in between Kyungsoo, kicks his legs apart, and rolls his shirt up to the top of his ass. He leans over Kyungsoo, molds himself around him, kisses his neck and grinds against his ass before dropping to his knees behind him.
He grabs a cheek in each hand, massaging and kneading for a moment, before bringing his hand back and giving the right cheek a good smack. Kyungsoo whimpers and drops his head onto his arms, digging his elbows on the counter-top. Jongin leans down and kisses right at the top of one of the socks, sucks a bruise there, and kisses his way up Kyungsoo's leg. He pays special attention to where his thigh meets the curve of his ass, nibbling and sucking, leaving bruises and licking until Kyungsoo whines and wiggles his ass back a little bit, reminding Jongin of where he really wants the attention.
Jongin spreads his him apart and leans in to kiss right next to his hole, one on each side, before licking a broad stripe all the way from his balls to the top of his crack. He does it again, alternates between that and little licks and kisses to his hole, until Kyungsoo's whining and telling him to stop being a fucking tease and get on with it already.
So he does, he kisses and licks at Kyungsoo's rim, swirling his tongue around his pink entrance before spreading him farther apart gently with his thumbs. He stops for a moment, letting the heavy scent of soap and sweat take over his senses, before going back in to lick slowly and deliberately over his cute puckered hole again and again.
“God, Jongin-ah, please,” Kyungsoo says between jagged breaths, “please, I need-”
“What do you need Soo?”
“More, babe, I-ahhh-more.”
When Jongin finally presses the tip of his tongue inside, Kyungsoo lets out a fuck, yes and grinds back against Jongin's mouth in utter pleasure. Jongin starts to slowly fuck his tongue into his boyfriend, an easy rhythm, while still sucking on his rim a little bit. He hums a little and feels Kyungsoo's body jerk in response, hears his choked sob, and Kyungsoo has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment and focus on not coming in his pants right then. He loves this, fucking loves being this close to Kyungsoo, making him fall apart, being the only one who gets to do it.
He pushes his tongue in deeper, before pulling it out to circle his rim. Kyungsoo is a whining mess and letting out a stream of nonsense incoherence between quiet sobs, fuck and Jongin's name rolls off his tongue every now and then. Jongin buries his face in closer, gets his tongue back inside and wiggles it around a bit. Kyungsoo is tight and hot around his tongue, and his cock twitches at the thought of being inside him.
Jongin pulls back to lick from his balls to the top of his crack again, and Kyungsoo spreads his legs even wider, begging for more. This time, when he gets his tongue back in, he adds a finger along side it. Kyungsoo's back arches and he’s openly crying now, breathing heavily between choked sobs, and Jongin finally gives in and reaches for his own neglected cock. He fucks his finger in and out of Kyungsoo, still licking and kissing his rim, and Kyungsoo's pudgy thighs are trembling.
When he adds a second finger, Kyungsoo's back arches so far that he comes up off his forearms and slams his hands into the cabinets in front of him; Jongin's name pouring from his lips like a prayer. He’s grinding back, fucking himself on Jongin's fingers, and Jongin bites the inside of his thigh, sucks a bruise there. When Jongin curls his fingers just so and hits his spot, Kyungsoo cries out and his whole body shudders.
He strokes over it again and again, licking at his rim, and he can tell Kyungsoo is close. He lets go of his own cock and reaches his hand around to take Kyungsoo's throbbing length in his hand, thumbing over the head, gathering the precum there before wrapping his hand around and stroking.
“Jongin-gonna-fuck,” and Kyungsoo's coming over Jongin's hand, his shirt, and the floor, sobbing. Jongin removes his fingers but licks him through it, keeps licking until Kyungsoo's begging him to stop because it’s too much.
He places a final kiss to Kyungsoo's rim and then stands up, shoves his pants down and gets his hand, still covered in Kyungsoo's come, back on his cock. He strokes one, two, three times before he’s coming all over Kyungsoo's ass, watches as Kyungsoo moans, the way it drips down his crack, over his balls and onto his thighs, some of it landing on his lower backand pooling into his dimples there.
He grabs Kyungsoo by the waist and spins him around and-fuck.
Kyungsoo's eyes are glassy, his cheeks tear-stained and his lips bitten red. Jongin sinks down to the floor, pulling Kyungsoo with him. Kyungsoo cuddles into his chest and Jongin wraps his arms around him.
“So pretty like this, Soo, love you so much,” he says, peppering kisses into Kyungsoo's hair and brushing away the wetness on his cheeks.
“Love you too, Jongin, you’re so good,” Kyungsoo coos softly, nuzzling in closer to Jongin's chest. “Think I’m gonna need another shower, though.”
“Mmmm, I’ll join you, but how about that tea first.”
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP
Warnings: Rimming
Length: 1.6k
Summary: Kitchen sex
a/n:bitch i cried whilst writing this shit
Jongin wakes to the sound of birds outside and groans. Fucking birds. He rolls over, intending to mold himself to his boyfriend’s back, but the bed’s empty. Weird. Kyungsoo is usually still fast asleep when Jongin wakes up. He blinks his eyes open to peer at the clock and, it’s 10:30AM. That would explain why Kyungsoo's already up and about.
He groans again, accompanied by a good stretch this time, and rolls out of bed. He goes to shower, brushes his teeth, throws some joggers on, and makes his way out to the kitchen where he can hear his boyfriend puttering about. Jongin can’t help but smile fondly at the sound of Kyungsoo humming softly as he makes his tea. He adores it.
When he gets to the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks and can’t help the quiet moan that escapes him. Kyungsoo is leaning over the counter with his ass sticking out, one knee popped, his glorious s-line visible and he's wearing Jongin's shirt. The pale blue Lacoste button up he had worn out last night. It barely falls past where the curve of his ass meets his thighs and there’s no way he’s wearing anything underneath.
“Babe-are-fuck-are those knee socks?”
Kyungsoo looks over his shoulder then, smirks a little bit, and god, Jongin is in awe. The socks are a light cream color, barely coming up over the tops of Kyungsoo's knees, and the way they look against his smooth, milky skin is fucking amazing. Jongin definitely wants to come all over them.
“Morning, to you too, Jongin.” Kyungsoo coos, teasing, but Jongin can see the slight blush on his cheeks. Jongin continues to stare, wondering how long Kyungsoo's had them, how many sets he has, where he’s been hiding them.
The kettle goes off then, and Kyungsoo turns back to open the cabinet to grab two mugs for them.
Jongin crowds up behind Kyungsoo, his already half-hard cock nestled against his ass, one hand gripping his hip and the other reaching up to help Kyungsoo get the cup. He buries his face into into Kyungsoo's hair, bites softly behind his ear, opens his mouth to whisper that he’s got it, but what comes out of his mouth instead is a groan.
When Kyungsoo responds with a quiet mmm, Jongin grabs his hand where it’s still reaching for the cup and brings it back down to the counter. He closes the cabinet and spins Kyungsoo around to face him, taking a step back so he can fully appreciate the view. And god, fucking hell, what a view. He slowly ogles his body carefully, up from Kyungsoo's feet, over his knees, lingers on the expanse of milky, smooth skin visible between the tops of his socks and the hem of his shirt, up his torso to where the top few buttons of the Lacoste are undone and the dip of his collarbones, finally landing on his face.
Kyungsoo's cheeks are flushed, his perfect pink mouth partially open, even with his pupils slightly blown out, and his fringe lays undone against his forehead, still damp from his shower. He looks so soft and touchable and like the most beautiful thing Jongin's ever seen.
“Fuck, Kyungsoo,” Jongin says, stepping back into Kyungsoo's space, wrapping his arms around to grab Soo's bum, revelling in the soft keening noise he gets in response. “Fuck, you look so fucking hot, Soo, so beautiful, can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Kyungsoo wraps his arms around his neck and leans in to kiss, murmuring yours, always yours as he mouths his way up Jongin's neck, underneath his jaw. When his lips finally land on Jongin's, they both let out contented sighs. They kiss lazily for a minute until Jongin starts kneading Kyungsoo's ass, causing him to moan and lick hotly into Jongin's mouth. He spreads his legs a bit, and Jongin takes the opportunity to grind his groin into Kyungsoo, groaning at the friction and the feel of his half-hard cock against his thigh. He plants one last kiss to Kyungsoo's lips and untangles himself from him, who whimpers at the loss.
“Turn around, babe,” he says, and Kyungsoo does, resting his forearms on the counter-top and sticking his ass out. Jongin wedges a foot in between Kyungsoo, kicks his legs apart, and rolls his shirt up to the top of his ass. He leans over Kyungsoo, molds himself around him, kisses his neck and grinds against his ass before dropping to his knees behind him.
He grabs a cheek in each hand, massaging and kneading for a moment, before bringing his hand back and giving the right cheek a good smack. Kyungsoo whimpers and drops his head onto his arms, digging his elbows on the counter-top. Jongin leans down and kisses right at the top of one of the socks, sucks a bruise there, and kisses his way up Kyungsoo's leg. He pays special attention to where his thigh meets the curve of his ass, nibbling and sucking, leaving bruises and licking until Kyungsoo whines and wiggles his ass back a little bit, reminding Jongin of where he really wants the attention.
Jongin spreads his him apart and leans in to kiss right next to his hole, one on each side, before licking a broad stripe all the way from his balls to the top of his crack. He does it again, alternates between that and little licks and kisses to his hole, until Kyungsoo's whining and telling him to stop being a fucking tease and get on with it already.
So he does, he kisses and licks at Kyungsoo's rim, swirling his tongue around his pink entrance before spreading him farther apart gently with his thumbs. He stops for a moment, letting the heavy scent of soap and sweat take over his senses, before going back in to lick slowly and deliberately over his cute puckered hole again and again.
“God, Jongin-ah, please,” Kyungsoo says between jagged breaths, “please, I need-”
“What do you need Soo?”
“More, babe, I-ahhh-more.”
When Jongin finally presses the tip of his tongue inside, Kyungsoo lets out a fuck, yes and grinds back against Jongin's mouth in utter pleasure. Jongin starts to slowly fuck his tongue into his boyfriend, an easy rhythm, while still sucking on his rim a little bit. He hums a little and feels Kyungsoo's body jerk in response, hears his choked sob, and Kyungsoo has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment and focus on not coming in his pants right then. He loves this, fucking loves being this close to Kyungsoo, making him fall apart, being the only one who gets to do it.
He pushes his tongue in deeper, before pulling it out to circle his rim. Kyungsoo is a whining mess and letting out a stream of nonsense incoherence between quiet sobs, fuck and Jongin's name rolls off his tongue every now and then. Jongin buries his face in closer, gets his tongue back inside and wiggles it around a bit. Kyungsoo is tight and hot around his tongue, and his cock twitches at the thought of being inside him.
Jongin pulls back to lick from his balls to the top of his crack again, and Kyungsoo spreads his legs even wider, begging for more. This time, when he gets his tongue back in, he adds a finger along side it. Kyungsoo's back arches and he’s openly crying now, breathing heavily between choked sobs, and Jongin finally gives in and reaches for his own neglected cock. He fucks his finger in and out of Kyungsoo, still licking and kissing his rim, and Kyungsoo's pudgy thighs are trembling.
When he adds a second finger, Kyungsoo's back arches so far that he comes up off his forearms and slams his hands into the cabinets in front of him; Jongin's name pouring from his lips like a prayer. He’s grinding back, fucking himself on Jongin's fingers, and Jongin bites the inside of his thigh, sucks a bruise there. When Jongin curls his fingers just so and hits his spot, Kyungsoo cries out and his whole body shudders.
He strokes over it again and again, licking at his rim, and he can tell Kyungsoo is close. He lets go of his own cock and reaches his hand around to take Kyungsoo's throbbing length in his hand, thumbing over the head, gathering the precum there before wrapping his hand around and stroking.
“Jongin-gonna-fuck,” and Kyungsoo's coming over Jongin's hand, his shirt, and the floor, sobbing. Jongin removes his fingers but licks him through it, keeps licking until Kyungsoo's begging him to stop because it’s too much.
He places a final kiss to Kyungsoo's rim and then stands up, shoves his pants down and gets his hand, still covered in Kyungsoo's come, back on his cock. He strokes one, two, three times before he’s coming all over Kyungsoo's ass, watches as Kyungsoo moans, the way it drips down his crack, over his balls and onto his thighs, some of it landing on his lower backand pooling into his dimples there.
He grabs Kyungsoo by the waist and spins him around and-fuck.
Kyungsoo's eyes are glassy, his cheeks tear-stained and his lips bitten red. Jongin sinks down to the floor, pulling Kyungsoo with him. Kyungsoo cuddles into his chest and Jongin wraps his arms around him.
“So pretty like this, Soo, love you so much,” he says, peppering kisses into Kyungsoo's hair and brushing away the wetness on his cheeks.
“Love you too, Jongin, you’re so good,” Kyungsoo coos softly, nuzzling in closer to Jongin's chest. “Think I’m gonna need another shower, though.”
“Mmmm, I’ll join you, but how about that tea first.”