kaisoo pwp
1. Do not harbor your lust in daylight o child of man.
2. There is always a first time to everything.
3. A lot of warnings but fuck warnings.
656 words
Kyungsoo hated it each time Jongin kissed him fervently, eyes glazed thick with want. It freaked him out. Kyungsoo was the one who initiated deep kisses, not Jongin. Jongin was always a kid in that area.
Except when he was on his meds for aching ligaments. Jongin’s painkillers always turned him into a lethargic, zombie-like version of Kai, slow but beyond seductive. Once he was not aching anymore, he could immediately feel the subtle sparks in his fingertips, the thrum in his bones. He would want to just stop and enjoy the feeling, but all he wanted to do now was fuck Kyungsoo like it was his last day on earth.
Jongin moved his lips to Kyungsoo’s ear and nipped, and Kyungsoo exhaled a moan, as if relieved. Kyungsoo moved his hands from gripping Jongin’s arms to scraping on the sides of Jongin’s ribcage, and Jongin immediately pulled back, shivering-eyes shut and thick lips half open. Kyungsoo flipped their positions and made sure to kiss and suckle from the back of Jongin’s right shoulder to the ends of his left diaphragm, knowing all too well how Jongin would writhe and plea underneath him.
Kyungsoo finally peeled off his briefs, joining Jongin naked, and kissed the column of Jongin’s neck, before Jongin flipped them again. Jongin lubed himself, enjoying the few slick tugs before opening his eyes again when Kyungsoo pulled him down to remind Jongin to fuck him. Kyungsoo was too turned on to care.
Jongin panted and lowered himself, and he didn’t ask anything before sliding himself in and oh fuck-
“Ow-” Kyungsoo complained. The pain was searing and Jongin kept fucking into him without a care in the world. It felt good to Jongin and that’s all it mattered.
“Ah-Jongin. Lube, dammit.”
It wasn’t the first time Kyungsoo was fucked half-dry and unprepped, and he never turned to like it. It was nice of Jongin to have some restraint and respect, because he pulled out and put more lube on the length of his dick before resuming, and finally, Kyungsoo moaned when he slid back in.
Jongin only stopped and absorbed the feeling of Kyungsoo wrapping so tight and warm around him before he actually started moving. They both moaned the moment Jongin pulled out to push back in.
Jongin started a steady rhythm fucking in and out of Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo pulled his head to have Jongin kiss him, because he couldn’t bear being touched at only one place. Jongin moaned when his body pulled down and made a different angle on his dick. He lost his rhythm and started thrusting faster.
Jongin, lips still wet and pressing against Kyungsoo’s, cock still fucking in and out of Kyungsoo, took his left hand and started bringing Kyungsoo off. Kyungsoo clenched around him and moaned from so deep in his lungs, and Jongin was close. Jongin was close.
Kyungsoo’s hips moved along; and his moans, and the feeling of him sliding around Jongin made Jongin come with a contorted face, and it looked so fucking hot that Kyungsoo took away Jongin’s idle hand and replaced it with his, getting himself off while looking at Jongin’s jizzface and reeling in the feeling of Jongin inside his ass. Jongin started moving again. Kyungsoo groaned, his hand starting to sore at the joint, until he felt the rush and tugged twice before he finally came, happy that Jongin was moving inside of him as it happened.
They panted, wanting to pull out from each other but would rather not. Jongin didn’t fall on top of Kyungsoo. He was still kneeling and resting his weight on his dirty hands. Kyungsoo panted, catching his own breath. It took Jongin another exhale before finally pulling out and flopping by Kyungsoo’s side.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Kyungsoo remained silent staring at the ceiling. He was catching his breath.
Jongin turned his body to look at Kyungsoo, and he wondered if hyung would actually enjoy fucking on skelaxins.
2. There is always a first time to everything.
3. A lot of warnings but fuck warnings.
656 words
Kyungsoo hated it each time Jongin kissed him fervently, eyes glazed thick with want. It freaked him out. Kyungsoo was the one who initiated deep kisses, not Jongin. Jongin was always a kid in that area.
Except when he was on his meds for aching ligaments. Jongin’s painkillers always turned him into a lethargic, zombie-like version of Kai, slow but beyond seductive. Once he was not aching anymore, he could immediately feel the subtle sparks in his fingertips, the thrum in his bones. He would want to just stop and enjoy the feeling, but all he wanted to do now was fuck Kyungsoo like it was his last day on earth.
Jongin moved his lips to Kyungsoo’s ear and nipped, and Kyungsoo exhaled a moan, as if relieved. Kyungsoo moved his hands from gripping Jongin’s arms to scraping on the sides of Jongin’s ribcage, and Jongin immediately pulled back, shivering-eyes shut and thick lips half open. Kyungsoo flipped their positions and made sure to kiss and suckle from the back of Jongin’s right shoulder to the ends of his left diaphragm, knowing all too well how Jongin would writhe and plea underneath him.
Kyungsoo finally peeled off his briefs, joining Jongin naked, and kissed the column of Jongin’s neck, before Jongin flipped them again. Jongin lubed himself, enjoying the few slick tugs before opening his eyes again when Kyungsoo pulled him down to remind Jongin to fuck him. Kyungsoo was too turned on to care.
Jongin panted and lowered himself, and he didn’t ask anything before sliding himself in and oh fuck-
“Ow-” Kyungsoo complained. The pain was searing and Jongin kept fucking into him without a care in the world. It felt good to Jongin and that’s all it mattered.
“Ah-Jongin. Lube, dammit.”
It wasn’t the first time Kyungsoo was fucked half-dry and unprepped, and he never turned to like it. It was nice of Jongin to have some restraint and respect, because he pulled out and put more lube on the length of his dick before resuming, and finally, Kyungsoo moaned when he slid back in.
Jongin only stopped and absorbed the feeling of Kyungsoo wrapping so tight and warm around him before he actually started moving. They both moaned the moment Jongin pulled out to push back in.
Jongin started a steady rhythm fucking in and out of Kyungsoo, and Kyungsoo pulled his head to have Jongin kiss him, because he couldn’t bear being touched at only one place. Jongin moaned when his body pulled down and made a different angle on his dick. He lost his rhythm and started thrusting faster.
Jongin, lips still wet and pressing against Kyungsoo’s, cock still fucking in and out of Kyungsoo, took his left hand and started bringing Kyungsoo off. Kyungsoo clenched around him and moaned from so deep in his lungs, and Jongin was close. Jongin was close.
Kyungsoo’s hips moved along; and his moans, and the feeling of him sliding around Jongin made Jongin come with a contorted face, and it looked so fucking hot that Kyungsoo took away Jongin’s idle hand and replaced it with his, getting himself off while looking at Jongin’s jizzface and reeling in the feeling of Jongin inside his ass. Jongin started moving again. Kyungsoo groaned, his hand starting to sore at the joint, until he felt the rush and tugged twice before he finally came, happy that Jongin was moving inside of him as it happened.
They panted, wanting to pull out from each other but would rather not. Jongin didn’t fall on top of Kyungsoo. He was still kneeling and resting his weight on his dirty hands. Kyungsoo panted, catching his own breath. It took Jongin another exhale before finally pulling out and flopping by Kyungsoo’s side.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Kyungsoo remained silent staring at the ceiling. He was catching his breath.
Jongin turned his body to look at Kyungsoo, and he wondered if hyung would actually enjoy fucking on skelaxins.