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Title: beginning (시작돼)
Author: jongmalai
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: R for vague sex
Genre: Romance
Warning: lapslock
Summary: Their beginning and their end.
they begin slowly.
it takes them a few minutes to unfold against each other, delicate and back and forth like the movement of armies; their hands are hesitant, breaths musical like an anthem and staccato like a constitution. somone exhales loudly, too loudly, and they jump, eyes squeezed shut and fingers crossed. their noses bump together, cartilage bruising and chuckles spilling nervously from their swollen lips. they toss furtive glances over their shoulders, nodding heads bobbing and hands interlocking nervously.
they exchange hushed words; whispered and quiet and something that's obviously reassuring because jonghyun is rubbing slow circles on key's back and smiling a million and one watts at him. key looks up with a weak smile, nods slowly, visibly attempts to relax as jonghyun's hand slides up his shoulder and cups the back of his neck. it's amazing how hesitant he's being about this, how his eyes flicker back and forth between the sheets and their intertwined hands, when his heart is thundering in his chest like the cleave of horse hooves. it almost scares him how much he needs this, a path and a way along caramel skin and toes curling like tides.
they press open-mouthed kisses over the skin they lay fingers on, tempo heightening with every second that passes. key kicks back the covers, sleep shirt sliding off easily, until he's skin and bone and beautiful in the slant of the moonlight; his shoulderblades and hips cradle the valley of his stomach, outlined in shifting ribs and heaving lungs. jonghyun appraises him for a second, minute, not quite an hour, before mouthing supple flesh and slipping his fingers along the rivers lining his forearms and his hips. key tastes like soap and a tinge of saltwater, disgusting, but the way the breath leaves his mouth - hard, fast - at the wetness evaporating off his skin is addictive, opiates and tobacco and coffee.
key struggles against the contact for seconds, an innocent bystander for minutes, a participant for an eternity. his hair - what's left of it - splays back into the pillowcase, a wash of spires that rise and fall like skyscrapers. jonghyun cards his fingers through it, building and felling steeples, molding the shape of his cheekbones with a tongue and teeth carving gentle effigies in the skin.
it's a little hurried now, like a war and a tug and pull; no longer hesitant, caution thrown to the wind to be blown away into the sunrise. they're a lot caught up in it, a little frenzied, mostly breathless and steeped in the feeling of warmth and desperation. they read like a history together; the discovery, the clash of eyes and the first teasing contact; the alliance, the trade, the hiding onew's sweaters and minho's crutches; the climax, the sweat soaking the sheets and whispered promises saturating the air; the dissolving, the slipping apart and away, the furtive glances over pancakes the next morning, hands resting on opposite thighs in the van.
it's not the last time, no, the next is stirred liberally with soju and the next with painkillers, the next with tears and the final with the crashing roar of their hearts pounding in their ears. it's the end of the world, their world, fire and brimstone and screams and the sky falling down into their laps and sliding off of their hips.
they end quickly.
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