eye to eye, thigh to thigh
→ NC-17
→ Romance
→ Minho/Jinki
→ Summary: The song kind of sums it up. 505w
eye to eye, thigh to thigh
The only thing that is audible is the click of his throat as he swallows his moans. His hands scrambling to find anything he could hold onto for dear life. He decides that perhaps the noises he makes are just a bit too loud and just too much so he takes his hands to cover his mouth but only to be stopped by a hot and heavy hand.
I want to hear you. Minho’s voice sets his spine on fire and the tingling sensation that started out as something small, is something big all over his body as it makes it into his heart.
The kisses that he leaves along the column of Jinki’s neck are searing. The little nips here and there leave a cherry trail of the love that is evident within Minho. The slightest touch has Jinki in a squirming frenzy, begging for more without actually saying something. He would say he has too much pride to beg but in this bed, their bed, it doesn’t show. All that shows is the want and the animalistic need of the both of them.
Hands travel down slowly to tight pants that should be off as they cling onto Jinki’s thighs for everything that he is worth. The sound of the button being popped open echoes inside of Jinki’s mind and he shuts his eyes tight, praying to not mess up or to pass out from the heat radiating off of Minho’s body that is on top of his.
Long and nimble fingers seem to make their way up Jinki’s shirt, tracing everything that is sculpted into him, everything that is there. It tickles him slightly, the touches, but he bites back a moan for the walls are thin and sound carries for eons.
Come on. Jinki finally whimpers. He has never been a man with low patience but the way that Minho has him, splayed out on the bed, pants along with his boxers almost at his ankles and a sweater that is half way up as he takes in the cold that bites at his skin along with the other. He couldn’t go faster enough because he is ready to feel, he is ready for it.
As Minho takes Jinki into his hands, he rubs himself along the supple thighs belonging to the older. The softness doesn’t do any more justice and these actions have a melody of delicious and almost tangible moans, escaping Jinki’s thick and luscious lips. Eyes tight and legs wrapped around Minho’s waist, all debauched and out of sorts.
Minho’s eyes are wide as he takes in the image before him. The sight is a wonder. Jinki’s hair mused amongst his head and the sweat collecting around his neck and him grabbing at Minho’s arms, urging him to tug and twist and to swipe faster. So when Minho flicks his hand a certain way, Jinki believes in that heaven that people hold onto, he believes that all things are possible and he believes in the stars that align.
&; Merry Christmas everyone. This is a present from me to you! I hope you like it!