post #15

[seoulfulness]

Fics( #14).
lost and founds snsd, tiffany/sunny
Unlucky exo, kris/suho
how I like my coffee exo kai/d.o.
does running away mean we're acccepted, finally? shinee, key/onew
shut up and let me pay the rent exo, baekhyun/d.o
lik a child exo, suho/kai
Complication exo, sehun/luhan
deep down 4minute, jiyoon-centric, jiyoon/gayoon
untitled exo, chanyeol
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some like it hot ; exo, kai/chanyeol [warning: harm]

[anonymous]

just putting the warning just in case

Chanyeol’s hands dance over Jongin’s dark, exposed skin, small bursts of flame leaving his fingertips and heating up the skin. The flames lick at Jongin’s flesh, leaving behind small, red spots that Chanyeol bends down and licks at, nibbling on the new wound until Jongin is screaming.

He pulls back with a smile, straddling Jongin’s thighs and staring down at the panting, weak figure underneath him. “Am I too hot this evening?” Chanyeol asks, looking at his fingers. Jongin gapes as his hand sets on fire, the flames spreading down his forearm and down to his elbow. Chanyeol smirks and the flames disappear. He looks back down at Jongin, waiting for a response that never comes.

Chanyeol leans down and places a kiss to Jongin’s lips, running his warm fingers through Jongin’s black locks, the sweat that mingles between them slick against Chanyeol’s fingers. He slips his tongue into Jongin’s mouth, and moans when Jongin’s tongue comes up to greet his. Jongin’s tongue is talented, pushing against Chanyeol’s and controlling the intense flame that lives in Chanyeol’s heart.

Chanyeol smirks when they pull away, leaving small kisses down Jongin’s stomach, sucking on the burns that have now littered against Jongin’s skin. Jongin moans, his cold fingers touching Chanyeol’s cheeks. Be careful, he says, but Chanyeol is careless-he asked for the heat, he’s bringing it.

“Fuck, Chanyeol,” Jongin mutters, noticing the messy, orange hair and bright eyes that same colour as embers. Chanyeol is a bomb-always ready to explode into flames.

Chanyeol grips onto Jongin’s cock. Jongin moans, resting his cold fingers on Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol starts pumping him fast, his hot hands creating friction. Jongin thrusts up, biting down on his lip.

“Want the heat?” Chanyeol asks, cocking his head to the side.

“F-fuck yes,” Jongin mutters, closing his eyes.

“Then here you go,” Chanyeol whispers, his hands growing hotter and hotter.

“Fuck!” Jongin screams, coming in Chanyeol’s warm hands.