ficlet; pavlovian dog
exo, kaiyeolhun, 473 words, r
trololol. because this
It doesn’t really feel at all. That is the problem.
Jongin’s body reacts instinctively when Chanyeol curls a hand around his upper thigh. Arousal and pleasure. Like a process. But his body likes it.
Sehun watches them from his seat on the floor at the other side of the room. There’s a small grin on his lips but he’s not saying anything. If he has a boner, it doesn’t show, and he’s not bothering to hide it.
Maybe it should feel bad. Not because it is bad. Not necessarily is it bad, but Jongin’s still old-school and this is not how things should be. He almost fights to make it feel bad, tries to squeeze out some jealousy or repulsion when he watches Chanyeol kiss Sehun. Instead there are just small chills running down his arms. Something is falling in his chest, or more like leisurely floating downwards. His mouth waters.
Chanyeol kisses with teeth rather than lips. It looks ridiculous and felt so too at first, but it’s Chanyeol and that’s enough. Teethy kisses and the softest nips at your lips feel good, because it’s Chanyeol in front of you. Jongin knows the feeling, sees it in Sehun’s eyes slid shut and the thumb wandering back and forth over Chanyeol’s jaw.
But it’s Sehun watching them now, with something knowing in his smile. Almost fond, Jongin realizes with a start, and for a moment he’s so irritated he almost wants to push Chanyeol away and leave. Chanyeol has long ago braved the borders of Jongin’s personal space, face leaned in against his shoulder and looking up to meet his gaze when he turns his head, and Jongin feels a sting of warmth in his chest. Chanyeol’s eyes shine with intimacy, some unspoken comment in there that Jongin can’t put words to but gets the gist of. He leans in to brush the tip of his nose against Jongin’s cheek, and it’s nice and irking all at the same time. Jongin catches himself hoping to feel lips on his cheek, hinting of that something more, (or something less,) like a promise. He can’t help it.
His tongue tingles as his eyes find Chanyeol’s mouth, browsing through the places on his body where it has been placed. Feels a little angry when his cock gives an extra stir, fucking shit, it’s like entirely by habit. Still, he lets Chanyeol kiss him, teeth tugging at his lower lip and mouth so hot against his own, and it’s not nearly as disgusting as it should be. The heat swirls in his body, quickening his pulse. He’s like a fucking Pavlovian dog.
He wants Chanyeol closer. He wants things wet and dirty and fucking overwhelming. There must be some disgust to find somewhere.
He catches Sehun’s gaze across the floor and cocks his head. Sehun grins wider.
trololol. because this
It doesn’t really feel at all. That is the problem.
Jongin’s body reacts instinctively when Chanyeol curls a hand around his upper thigh. Arousal and pleasure. Like a process. But his body likes it.
Sehun watches them from his seat on the floor at the other side of the room. There’s a small grin on his lips but he’s not saying anything. If he has a boner, it doesn’t show, and he’s not bothering to hide it.
Maybe it should feel bad. Not because it is bad. Not necessarily is it bad, but Jongin’s still old-school and this is not how things should be. He almost fights to make it feel bad, tries to squeeze out some jealousy or repulsion when he watches Chanyeol kiss Sehun. Instead there are just small chills running down his arms. Something is falling in his chest, or more like leisurely floating downwards. His mouth waters.
Chanyeol kisses with teeth rather than lips. It looks ridiculous and felt so too at first, but it’s Chanyeol and that’s enough. Teethy kisses and the softest nips at your lips feel good, because it’s Chanyeol in front of you. Jongin knows the feeling, sees it in Sehun’s eyes slid shut and the thumb wandering back and forth over Chanyeol’s jaw.
But it’s Sehun watching them now, with something knowing in his smile. Almost fond, Jongin realizes with a start, and for a moment he’s so irritated he almost wants to push Chanyeol away and leave. Chanyeol has long ago braved the borders of Jongin’s personal space, face leaned in against his shoulder and looking up to meet his gaze when he turns his head, and Jongin feels a sting of warmth in his chest. Chanyeol’s eyes shine with intimacy, some unspoken comment in there that Jongin can’t put words to but gets the gist of. He leans in to brush the tip of his nose against Jongin’s cheek, and it’s nice and irking all at the same time. Jongin catches himself hoping to feel lips on his cheek, hinting of that something more, (or something less,) like a promise. He can’t help it.
His tongue tingles as his eyes find Chanyeol’s mouth, browsing through the places on his body where it has been placed. Feels a little angry when his cock gives an extra stir, fucking shit, it’s like entirely by habit. Still, he lets Chanyeol kiss him, teeth tugging at his lower lip and mouth so hot against his own, and it’s not nearly as disgusting as it should be. The heat swirls in his body, quickening his pulse. He’s like a fucking Pavlovian dog.
He wants Chanyeol closer. He wants things wet and dirty and fucking overwhelming. There must be some disgust to find somewhere.
He catches Sehun’s gaze across the floor and cocks his head. Sehun grins wider.