[fic] omnis satanica potesta
Author ofolivesnginger
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: R
Words: ~700
Summary: demon!kaisoo, basically. can't stop crossing over all my fandoms.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
He’s got Kyungsoo by the wrists, hold half way between a desperate grip and an experiment, his chest pressed up flush against him to the wall. Kyungsoo’s trying to dodge his lips, shy little thing he is, afraid to speak because every breath prepared for words gets stolen, and Jongin will catch him open lipped, so he doesn’t give him that advantage. Jongin finds him anyway, hands leaving for Kyungsoo’s waist and Kyungsoo’s hands just kind of stay suspended beside Jongin’s waist which he’s too afraid to grip, but Jongin takes him instead, holds his hips like they’re slow dancing to the cadence of their heartbeats but he suspects that then it wouldn’t really be slow dancing anymore.
He works Kyungsoo out of his reluctance, against the wall there. He says “hyung, close your eyes,” and he bites into the skin at his neck and his eyes flash charcoal black for a fraction or a second before they’re that molten brown again, pupils blown wide for the boy in his arms to see that look, hyung, I want you, wanted you for one, two, three days…planting kisses down the line of his jaw until he’s gone around the breadth of his face forty, fifty, sixty, and kyungsoo will give in because that’s the next step. Jongin will hold out his hand now like he’s asking for a dance and they’ll soil the sheets on the bed that is their ‘sacred place’, Kyungsoo called it once, eating ramen from foam cups and watching dramas shoulder by shoulder. Kyungsoo’s heart must be leaping now, rabbit hops in his ribcage and he’s turning this idea around in his head, will think his friend Kim Jongin might have felt the same all along, his eyes big as a porcelain doll’s. And then Jongin will kneel between his legs and not say three overrated words but Kyungsoo, oh, sweet little Kyungsoo will believe it anyway.
He takes the beautiful boy and everything that he gives of himself, gives up of himself like a sacrifice and maybe there are crucial parts of this offer that he doesn’t comprehend, but it doesn’t matter because he’s splayed on the bed already, legs spread and eager, skin dusted over with the baby pink blush of a virgin, that’s what he is. A virgin. When he wiggles his thighs, not as invitation and out of cognition Jongin thinks about the number of people he may be making jealous by doing this, knows that Chanyeol may stare at this prize for ages more without realizing he will never obtain him, knows that maybe Joonmyun would bite his lip too and here he is, the golden boy, pliant and supple beneath him, so he takes that pliant and supple and he teaches it how to bend, how to dance. He rides the waves of his hips and watches the changes in his eyes and actually finds Kyungsoo cute for a moment, when he curls in around himself while a staccato of unstringed syllables fall out of his lips and then it’s done, Kyungsoo’s his, this pliant, this supple, it’s his, but Kyungsoo doesn’t know, got his eyes closed when the black ones open.
Kyungsoo crawls up his chest. He presses his hair to where Jongin’s heart is and it sticks to the sweat there. Jongin strokes his arm to the pulse of their slowing heartbeats, slowing heartbeats, slowing now, faltering now…and he whispers “go to sleep” into his hair with something so indistinguishably sinister in the curve of his lips. And he wonders if kyungsoo started to feel sleepy yet when Kyungsoo manages with his last breath to pull himself up off the bed and sit on Jongin’s legs with their chests collapsed together. He leans in and says “Jongin” in a whisper, and falls against the shell of his ear, and Jongin holds his waist like a lover, like a partner in a slow dance.
And then kyungsoo opens his mouth again and kisses his ear, and whispers in the soft voice of a virgin, “exorcizamus te”.
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: R
Words: ~700
Summary: demon!kaisoo, basically. can't stop crossing over all my fandoms.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
He’s got Kyungsoo by the wrists, hold half way between a desperate grip and an experiment, his chest pressed up flush against him to the wall. Kyungsoo’s trying to dodge his lips, shy little thing he is, afraid to speak because every breath prepared for words gets stolen, and Jongin will catch him open lipped, so he doesn’t give him that advantage. Jongin finds him anyway, hands leaving for Kyungsoo’s waist and Kyungsoo’s hands just kind of stay suspended beside Jongin’s waist which he’s too afraid to grip, but Jongin takes him instead, holds his hips like they’re slow dancing to the cadence of their heartbeats but he suspects that then it wouldn’t really be slow dancing anymore.
He works Kyungsoo out of his reluctance, against the wall there. He says “hyung, close your eyes,” and he bites into the skin at his neck and his eyes flash charcoal black for a fraction or a second before they’re that molten brown again, pupils blown wide for the boy in his arms to see that look, hyung, I want you, wanted you for one, two, three days…planting kisses down the line of his jaw until he’s gone around the breadth of his face forty, fifty, sixty, and kyungsoo will give in because that’s the next step. Jongin will hold out his hand now like he’s asking for a dance and they’ll soil the sheets on the bed that is their ‘sacred place’, Kyungsoo called it once, eating ramen from foam cups and watching dramas shoulder by shoulder. Kyungsoo’s heart must be leaping now, rabbit hops in his ribcage and he’s turning this idea around in his head, will think his friend Kim Jongin might have felt the same all along, his eyes big as a porcelain doll’s. And then Jongin will kneel between his legs and not say three overrated words but Kyungsoo, oh, sweet little Kyungsoo will believe it anyway.
He takes the beautiful boy and everything that he gives of himself, gives up of himself like a sacrifice and maybe there are crucial parts of this offer that he doesn’t comprehend, but it doesn’t matter because he’s splayed on the bed already, legs spread and eager, skin dusted over with the baby pink blush of a virgin, that’s what he is. A virgin. When he wiggles his thighs, not as invitation and out of cognition Jongin thinks about the number of people he may be making jealous by doing this, knows that Chanyeol may stare at this prize for ages more without realizing he will never obtain him, knows that maybe Joonmyun would bite his lip too and here he is, the golden boy, pliant and supple beneath him, so he takes that pliant and supple and he teaches it how to bend, how to dance. He rides the waves of his hips and watches the changes in his eyes and actually finds Kyungsoo cute for a moment, when he curls in around himself while a staccato of unstringed syllables fall out of his lips and then it’s done, Kyungsoo’s his, this pliant, this supple, it’s his, but Kyungsoo doesn’t know, got his eyes closed when the black ones open.
Kyungsoo crawls up his chest. He presses his hair to where Jongin’s heart is and it sticks to the sweat there. Jongin strokes his arm to the pulse of their slowing heartbeats, slowing heartbeats, slowing now, faltering now…and he whispers “go to sleep” into his hair with something so indistinguishably sinister in the curve of his lips. And he wonders if kyungsoo started to feel sleepy yet when Kyungsoo manages with his last breath to pull himself up off the bed and sit on Jongin’s legs with their chests collapsed together. He leans in and says “Jongin” in a whisper, and falls against the shell of his ear, and Jongin holds his waist like a lover, like a partner in a slow dance.
And then kyungsoo opens his mouth again and kisses his ear, and whispers in the soft voice of a virgin, “exorcizamus te”.