bittersweet
bittersweet; keyhyun, nc-17, drabble.
; a/n: unbetaed. if you'd like to do it, feel free to message me. :)
these hands had to let it go free,
and this love came back to me.
kibum doesn't even try to pretend it isn't desperate, it isn't a clash of feelings and missing each other. he's come a long way since confusion and then denial to finally reach the contentment of accepting his love for jonghyun - another man, a coworker, once a best friend - to waste time dwelling over how much he needs and wants him.
his hands reach without a second thought, pushing and pulling the man he loves because goddammit, it's been way too long since he has last breathed that scent or tasted that skin. it's unnerving and frustrating and completely maddening. it makes kibum angry with lust and broken with need. and that's his only excuse to why he drags jonghyun to the secluded area of the building's stairs, urgent fingers getting rid of clothes while parted lips inhale kibum's name and exhale jonghyun's.
they don't have time, or the right supplies, or furniture, or pretty much anything else that would help make the sex good, better - but that's not what they want, not what they need. nice and sweet is so far from their minds, the only focus on touching and feeling and being together. they aim for a finally.
kibum fucks jonghyun against the wall, one hand over jonghyuns mouth to keep him quiet; the other firmly holding a thigh high on his own hips, fingers so strongly pressing against tan skin that kibum can't fucking wait to see the bruises that'll form.
jonghyun whimpers, sweating, trying to move the best he can because he needs kibum deep, deep, deeper. that fat cock sliding in him with hard trusts, making jonghyun pant and moan against kibum's palm, trying to keep his balance and barely managing to support his skinny legs around kibum's waist.
it's so fucking satisfying and hot the easy way kibum keeps jonghyun there on his dick. muscles of his biceps taut with force, face red and sweaty with concentration, never losing balance, never missing the pace. he keeps fucking him hard and good until jonghyun is a mess of moans, shaky fingers leaving kibum's shoulders to grip his nape, the other hand going for a firm hold on his mohawk, bringing kibum down for a bruising kiss so he can come with his lips on those sinfully pink ones, moaning the climax of his pleasure there for kibum to swallow.
they stay there, close and panting against each other's mouth, relishing in the afterglow and savoring a proximity that, at this point, is pure luck, a coincidence of busy schedules.
kibum wishes they could take this back to his place, wishes he could pick a table at miya's restaurant and have a romantic dinner wishes-
jonghyun's phone rings, breaking their trance.
it's not like it even matters what kibum wishes, anyway. not anymore. so he lets go and smiles and leaves.
and the bittersweet taste of jonghyun haunts him for the rest of the day.
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a/n: this fic happened because of this particular tumblr post i made some time ago. sorry if the fucking part feels a bit off in comparison to the rest of the narrative, that's the bit i posted on tumblr and didn't really wanted to change it (beside tenses and names), just write around it. the main inspiration for such post was this pic of jongkey.
if you'd like, you can also reblog/like the fic's tumblr post! :)
as much as i love to read happy stories and have been a bit tired of angst lately i couldn't help but write this. i feel like jjong and kibum aren't that close anymore and it makes me a bit sad. as much as i enjoyed making up romantic things about them, what i always loved about their dynamic was their friendship and how close they seemed to be. i know it's stupid to have so many feelings over people you don't even know... and maybe it's even more stupid to go the opposite direction of my feelings and write them fucking and in love (and just too busy to be together). but oh well. whatever lol.
anyways, hope you enjoyed it and i really love me some comments, especially since this is the first time i've ever written smut (even though i read it so fucking much omg).
the lyrics in the beginning are from taylor swift's this love. you should totally listen to it because it think it fits perfectly with the fic. i also recommend her song wildest dreams and melissa ferrick's drive. they all were in my mind (and ears) while writing. :)
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