kings
ontae, nc-17, 1063 w
suddenly my muse died so i'm trying to do something about it
also i'm trying to uh experiment with styles but idk if it worked ;///;
They like to kiss.
Jinki tastes like honey, Taemin leaves butterflies in his mouth; butterflies that melt into mercury and dribble down the back of his throat to the rest of his body, making him shudder into Taemin's touch. Jinki's hands are slightly clammy, his eyebrows twitching a bit in unsurety. His vision fades to black as he closes his eyes, holding Taemin closer, heart beating so hard it hurts, so hard it makes him dizzy. He's so dizzy it makes him happy. More butterflies flap into his body, Taemin giggling against his mouth when Jinki smiles.
The butterflies stop coming when Jinki's fingers press against the soft skin of Taemin's back. It makes Taemin shiver and drop his forehead onto his shoulder. Taemin whispers magic words and enchantments, pretty words and charms, his legs winding around Jinki's thigh as he lowers himself and grinds.
Jinki doesn't need butterflies then because there are sparks, fireworks, swirling flames in his stomach that are pulling him closer to the floor, making his knees tremble, making his heartbeat accelerate into a whir. It makes him want Taemin so close that he wants to cry. He wants to bend over and worship every inch of his body. Taemin leans back and lets out a sigh as soft as drizzling raindrops on a hot day, opens his eyes and fastens a gaze, worth all the diamonds and all the sunsets in the world, on him. Jinki blinks and he feels the roaring in his ears stutter for a moment, nervous, hopeful. The gaze is as piercing as it is beautiful, and the curve of lips that Taemin gives him, after Jinki has been judged and passed through whatever scrutiny, is like glittering stardust thrown across ebony glass. Stardust or fairydust? Jinki finds himself thinking as he turns them around and drops to his knees, nuzzling Taemin's legs. Fairydust, he concludes, because he feels like he's flying when Taemin sits down in front of him, their hands laced, foreheads pressed against each other.
Taemin's nails ghost over his stomach, and Jinki's muscles contract at once, back curving. He's not flying anymore, he's falling. He's falling down a deep abyss, in Taemin's arms. It's scary but it's fascinating, like everything Taemin is, like everything Taemin does. The kisses Taemin drops on his way up his chest remind Jinki of unfurling flames, mighty dragon wings. The kisses on his neck drown him. He's not going to live, there is nothing and no one else in the world but Taemin. The pecks along his jaw are comfortable, make him feel at home. Taemin looks at Jinki again, looks at him with all the love and care in the world as he leans down and bites Jinki's lip. His hands draw flowers and clouds and patterns on Jinki's navel, Jinki's fingers pressing into his thighs.
They falter, for a second, cogs in the wheels of one big thought, one big movement, both pairs of eyes scared and unready. The moment passes when Jinki hesitatingly guides Taemin's hand. When he feels the fingers, Jinki feels his chest cave in and he hides his face in Taemin's shoulder in embarrassment. Fingers flit in, out, hesitate, go in again. When Jinki looks up at the ceiling, trying to adjust, his cheeks are dusted over with pink. Taemin laughs. Taemin's laugh is water falling and whispering birds, and Taemin's nose, nuzzling into Jinki's neck comfortingly, is intrusive, soothing, familiar.
Jinki's arms climb up over Taemin's back, hands folding over, finger tips brushing his collarbones. He squeezes hard, and Taemin murmurs sweet somethings as he pushes in. It hurts and the fireworks come again, only they're in his vision more than his stomach, and he sees red and orange burst in pompous ceremony as his back trembles with effort. Taemin shifts, and it hurts more, but the colors are fading to monochrome, and Taemin lays him down.
Taemin lays him down and hovers over him. Jinki looks up at him. Taemin, his commander, his king, his sun. Jinki looks up at him, sees his brow sparkling with sweat in the yellow lamplight that casts them both into blurring gradients of gold. Jinki sees a god, his god, and reaches a hand up to brush away stray bangs. Taemin's eyes flutter shut at his touch, and Jinki feels his heart swell to bursting. Taemin pulls out, and they both hiss. Jinki's hands trail down over the other's arms as Taemin takes a deep breath, pushes in again, the gentleness in his hips making Jinki shut his eyes and breathe out in little huffs.
Jinki keeps silent, but there is a never ending spew of words that spill out from Taemin's lips. Words that say you're beautiful and I love you, making Jinki smile weakly as he holds on tight. Jinki pushes the pain away and trails kisses over every inch of Taemin he can reach, hoping he can leave butterflies, make Taemin feel beautiful, too. Because Taemin is the most beautiful thing Jinki has ever seen. Taemin, with his brows furrowed, mouth slightly open. His cheeks hollowing out as he lets out sounds and syllables that Jinki wants to hear forever. Taemin is the most beautiful, with his sloping shoulders and slender neck. He is perfect, with his arms stretched tautly over him, with his muscles rippling under his skin, the way he leans down and counts Jinki's teeth with his tongue.
Taemin is royalty, divinity, and as the fireworks start again - fireworks and lava - making a whirlpool that drowns all other thought, all other strength from his mind and body, Jinki laces their fingers together in worship. He drags his tongue up over the bridge of Taemin's nose and places kisses all over his forehead, curling his legs around Taemin's back.
When Taemin comes, gripping Jinki's fingers so hard he can't feel them anymore, he pants and collapses, face sideways on Jinki's chest. Jinki feels flames and ice, melting and dancing together, where Taemin's eyelashes tickle his skin. Jinki feels earthquakes and shooting stars where Taemin's breath lands on him. He runs a hand through Taemin's hair, sees nebulae and galaxies. When Taemin looks up, expression somehow unfathomable, somehow crystal clear, Jinki raises Taemin's fingers to his lips and kisses each one, slowly, separately. Taemin leans forward and pecks his nose.
They like to kiss.
suddenly my muse died so i'm trying to do something about it
also i'm trying to uh experiment with styles but idk if it worked ;///;
They like to kiss.
Jinki tastes like honey, Taemin leaves butterflies in his mouth; butterflies that melt into mercury and dribble down the back of his throat to the rest of his body, making him shudder into Taemin's touch. Jinki's hands are slightly clammy, his eyebrows twitching a bit in unsurety. His vision fades to black as he closes his eyes, holding Taemin closer, heart beating so hard it hurts, so hard it makes him dizzy. He's so dizzy it makes him happy. More butterflies flap into his body, Taemin giggling against his mouth when Jinki smiles.
The butterflies stop coming when Jinki's fingers press against the soft skin of Taemin's back. It makes Taemin shiver and drop his forehead onto his shoulder. Taemin whispers magic words and enchantments, pretty words and charms, his legs winding around Jinki's thigh as he lowers himself and grinds.
Jinki doesn't need butterflies then because there are sparks, fireworks, swirling flames in his stomach that are pulling him closer to the floor, making his knees tremble, making his heartbeat accelerate into a whir. It makes him want Taemin so close that he wants to cry. He wants to bend over and worship every inch of his body. Taemin leans back and lets out a sigh as soft as drizzling raindrops on a hot day, opens his eyes and fastens a gaze, worth all the diamonds and all the sunsets in the world, on him. Jinki blinks and he feels the roaring in his ears stutter for a moment, nervous, hopeful. The gaze is as piercing as it is beautiful, and the curve of lips that Taemin gives him, after Jinki has been judged and passed through whatever scrutiny, is like glittering stardust thrown across ebony glass. Stardust or fairydust? Jinki finds himself thinking as he turns them around and drops to his knees, nuzzling Taemin's legs. Fairydust, he concludes, because he feels like he's flying when Taemin sits down in front of him, their hands laced, foreheads pressed against each other.
Taemin's nails ghost over his stomach, and Jinki's muscles contract at once, back curving. He's not flying anymore, he's falling. He's falling down a deep abyss, in Taemin's arms. It's scary but it's fascinating, like everything Taemin is, like everything Taemin does. The kisses Taemin drops on his way up his chest remind Jinki of unfurling flames, mighty dragon wings. The kisses on his neck drown him. He's not going to live, there is nothing and no one else in the world but Taemin. The pecks along his jaw are comfortable, make him feel at home. Taemin looks at Jinki again, looks at him with all the love and care in the world as he leans down and bites Jinki's lip. His hands draw flowers and clouds and patterns on Jinki's navel, Jinki's fingers pressing into his thighs.
They falter, for a second, cogs in the wheels of one big thought, one big movement, both pairs of eyes scared and unready. The moment passes when Jinki hesitatingly guides Taemin's hand. When he feels the fingers, Jinki feels his chest cave in and he hides his face in Taemin's shoulder in embarrassment. Fingers flit in, out, hesitate, go in again. When Jinki looks up at the ceiling, trying to adjust, his cheeks are dusted over with pink. Taemin laughs. Taemin's laugh is water falling and whispering birds, and Taemin's nose, nuzzling into Jinki's neck comfortingly, is intrusive, soothing, familiar.
Jinki's arms climb up over Taemin's back, hands folding over, finger tips brushing his collarbones. He squeezes hard, and Taemin murmurs sweet somethings as he pushes in. It hurts and the fireworks come again, only they're in his vision more than his stomach, and he sees red and orange burst in pompous ceremony as his back trembles with effort. Taemin shifts, and it hurts more, but the colors are fading to monochrome, and Taemin lays him down.
Taemin lays him down and hovers over him. Jinki looks up at him. Taemin, his commander, his king, his sun. Jinki looks up at him, sees his brow sparkling with sweat in the yellow lamplight that casts them both into blurring gradients of gold. Jinki sees a god, his god, and reaches a hand up to brush away stray bangs. Taemin's eyes flutter shut at his touch, and Jinki feels his heart swell to bursting. Taemin pulls out, and they both hiss. Jinki's hands trail down over the other's arms as Taemin takes a deep breath, pushes in again, the gentleness in his hips making Jinki shut his eyes and breathe out in little huffs.
Jinki keeps silent, but there is a never ending spew of words that spill out from Taemin's lips. Words that say you're beautiful and I love you, making Jinki smile weakly as he holds on tight. Jinki pushes the pain away and trails kisses over every inch of Taemin he can reach, hoping he can leave butterflies, make Taemin feel beautiful, too. Because Taemin is the most beautiful thing Jinki has ever seen. Taemin, with his brows furrowed, mouth slightly open. His cheeks hollowing out as he lets out sounds and syllables that Jinki wants to hear forever. Taemin is the most beautiful, with his sloping shoulders and slender neck. He is perfect, with his arms stretched tautly over him, with his muscles rippling under his skin, the way he leans down and counts Jinki's teeth with his tongue.
Taemin is royalty, divinity, and as the fireworks start again - fireworks and lava - making a whirlpool that drowns all other thought, all other strength from his mind and body, Jinki laces their fingers together in worship. He drags his tongue up over the bridge of Taemin's nose and places kisses all over his forehead, curling his legs around Taemin's back.
When Taemin comes, gripping Jinki's fingers so hard he can't feel them anymore, he pants and collapses, face sideways on Jinki's chest. Jinki feels flames and ice, melting and dancing together, where Taemin's eyelashes tickle his skin. Jinki feels earthquakes and shooting stars where Taemin's breath lands on him. He runs a hand through Taemin's hair, sees nebulae and galaxies. When Taemin looks up, expression somehow unfathomable, somehow crystal clear, Jinki raises Taemin's fingers to his lips and kisses each one, slowly, separately. Taemin leans forward and pecks his nose.
They like to kiss.