Coffee (In The Morning)
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: G/NC-17
Length: 1414w
Genre: smut/fluff/romance
Summary: Jongin needs his caffeine fix.
Warnings: unbeta-ed, slight shower sex
A/N: Another kind of drabble because Miguel's Coffee speaks to me.
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Jongin doesn’t go home today.
It's a little after sunrise when Jongin sits alone in front of the kitchen counter having just finished making coffee for two, as if this apartment was his own. It's not the first time that he's been to Kyungsoo's unit--- It's not the first time that he's slept on his bed either, since most of his visits in this apartment always involve getting high and fooling around.
It’s something friends do on a regular basis, in their case that is.
Jongin is not home today, but the comfort it brings almost feels like he is if not for Kyungsoo, who is still deep in slumber inside the bedroom. Jongin is used to leaving when he was still fast asleep, but today he leaves the bedroom to give himself time to think.
Jongin thinks too much lately. He thinks about days when the loneliness consumes him, thinks how maybe it'd be nice to actually have someone to wake up to and drink his coffee with, inside the confines of his own home. It’s these kind of thoughts that keep Jongin awake, these kind of thoughts that drive Jongin insane, because Jongin and Kyungsoo have never spoken about this, have never opened up to one another and reached this level of intimacy.
So Jongin thinks that it’s time for things to be properly addressed.
Jongin doesn't remember how they've come to this, but he begins to long for more than drugs and sex. What Jongin and Kyungsoo have right now is nothing committed, but he thinks of changing that.
Jongin reenters Kyungsoo’s bedroom and it’s still dark, except for the light in the bathroom and door left open, the said man’s back turned to him in sight. The smaller wears nothing but an oversized polo shirt, something Jongin remembers as his but chooses to say nothing.
Instead, he watches silently as Kyungsoo begins to strip himself from the soft linen, as if it was made to slip off his narrow shoulders like silk.
Jongin fights the urge to rush to him and take advantage of this, because he’s decided that he does not want Kyungsoo for pleasure; Jongin wants Kyungsoo completely.
He approaches the brunette slowly, taking gentle steps towards the male inside the bathroom, and it’s only then that Kyungsoo turns his head to catch him staring.
It’s the taller’s tan complexion that Kyungsoo notices first, along with the fine curves and firm muscles of his abdomen. Jongin isn’t wearing a shirt but has on sweatpants that hang loosely below his waist.
His mouth curves into a small smile upon meeting the other’s eyes, and Jongin knows for certain that what he feels for the man in front of him is not a mistake.
Kyungsoo then turns away to slide open the shower door and steps inside, leaving the rest of his body to Jongin’s imagination when the door slides back. Kyungsoo turns the shower on and Jongin watches his silhouette.
He hears the smaller exhale, the sound almost coming off as a moan while Jongin swallows hard.
He stays still as he observes the elder’s silhouette move with hands reaching for his head, as if his fingers brush over wet locks. Jongin traces the outline of his form with intense eyes, and by now he can imagine the way his body rocks slowly beneath him when he takes him.
Jongin doesn’t wait long before he hauls his pants down and follows Kyungsoo inside, stepping in just as the other finishes washing the shampoo off his hair. Kyungsoo doesn’t turn back to him, so Jongin moves close until his chest presses against the other’s back and lets his hands settle gently on the lines of Kyungsoo’s hips.
Jongin shivers from the warm contact of his body with the elder’s drenched back, fingers pressing diligently on his skin as his patience slowly runs out.
“I thought you’d already left,” Kyungsoo says.
Jongin doesn’t know how to start, so he brings his head to the side of the other’s face and leaves a kiss to his bare shoulder before speaking gently into his ear. “I made us coffee.”
He lifts his head when Kyungsoo turns around to face him, a wet hand curling around the back of the younger’s neck while another caresses the side of his face.
A smile creases Kyungsoo’s mouth, playful and admirable. “You did, huh?” He asks, letting out a soft chuckle.
You once told me you needed your caffeine fix, Jongin tries to answer, but before he can Kyungsoo stands on his tiptoes to bring his lips against his own in a chaste kiss.
Jongin loves it when Kyungsoo kisses him hard and rough, but thinks he likes this a little bit more, when their kisses are more innocent and honest. Maybe this is Jongin’s caffeine fix.
He’s already hard at this point, the warmth spreading all over his body from the friction of their chests and cocks flushed close.
He’s getting impatient, but he lets Kyungsoo lead him before he takes his chance.
Jongin’s grip tightens on the elder when fingers intertwine into his locks, tugging lightly at them as he manoeuvres his hips close and swallows more of his moans.
“I bet you taste just as good,” Kyungsoo murmurs on Jongin’s lips, then pulls away to trail kisses on his face. “Maybe even better.”
Kyungsoo’s hands leave his hair to place them on his shoulders and travel down to the side of his hips, dangerously close to where he knows Jongin’s weak spot is.
The feeling is all too familiar, with Jongin now pressed back against the tiled shower wall and Kyungsoo pressed up against his chest, present in a way that’s always overwhelming. Kyungsoo slides a knee between the younger’s legs and grinds up against him, looking pleased when the other tries to fight back a whimper but fails.
Kyungsoo is about to bend down to suck him off, but before he attempts anything else, Jongin takes the elder’s hands and holds them in place. “Wait,” He breathes. “I… I want to ask you something.”
Kyungsoo stares calmly into Jongin’s serious eyes under the silence, save from the shower running. Jongin can’t get the words out, but the elder reassures him with a hand on his face and another wrapped around his waist, not in a seductive way, but in a way that’s easing.
“Hyung,” Jongin starts, “Have you always seen us as friends?”
Kyungsoo gazes thoughtfully at the younger. He doesn’t say anything for a while but brings himself close.
Jongin doesn’t expect for much, but Kyungsoo opens his mouth to speak.
“We’re friends,” He says, “but I like watching you sleep next to me. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the way you feel. I've never felt comfortable like this, Jongin, but you're the most comfortable that I’ve ever felt.”
Jongin doesn’t know what to make of Kyungsoo’s words. He’s not really sure what to say but then asks, “Is it okay to want you more than that? More than just a friend?”
Another thick silence surrounds them inside the shower. It’s minutes after when Jongin catches the soft grin that suddenly appears on the elder’s face.
“You want to be more than friends.” Kyungsoo says, a hand moving up to his neck once more, fingers lingering on the sensitive skin before rubbing it soothingly. “And I want us, maybe more like coffee. Is that something you would want?”
Jongin feels his heart settle and can only return the smile. Maybe this is Kyungsoo’s way of saying I’m in love with you, too.
Jongin feels a sudden burst of happiness inside that has him leaning down with both hands on Kyungsoo’s face to press a kiss to his mouth.
“Something like that,” Jongin replies. “Would that be nice?”
It takes a moment for Kyungsoo to absorb everything, even his own words, but once he’s done he tucks a strand behind Jongin’s ear while a hand places itself on Jongin’s arm.
He brings his forehead against his, a bright smile on his face with doting eyes before answering, “That’d be really nice.”
Minutes pass when they laugh over naughty hands and languid kisses, lips urgently meeting when skin is on skin again and bodies are fucking, their emotions on high and hearts a little more connected than before.
If Jongin can paint their love, it’s these moments of vibrant hues, these moments that feel like coffee in the morning.
Rating: G/NC-17
Length: 1414w
Genre: smut/fluff/romance
Summary: Jongin needs his caffeine fix.
Warnings: unbeta-ed, slight shower sex
A/N: Another kind of drabble because Miguel's Coffee speaks to me.
Click for music.
Jongin doesn’t go home today.
It's a little after sunrise when Jongin sits alone in front of the kitchen counter having just finished making coffee for two, as if this apartment was his own. It's not the first time that he's been to Kyungsoo's unit--- It's not the first time that he's slept on his bed either, since most of his visits in this apartment always involve getting high and fooling around.
It’s something friends do on a regular basis, in their case that is.
Jongin is not home today, but the comfort it brings almost feels like he is if not for Kyungsoo, who is still deep in slumber inside the bedroom. Jongin is used to leaving when he was still fast asleep, but today he leaves the bedroom to give himself time to think.
Jongin thinks too much lately. He thinks about days when the loneliness consumes him, thinks how maybe it'd be nice to actually have someone to wake up to and drink his coffee with, inside the confines of his own home. It’s these kind of thoughts that keep Jongin awake, these kind of thoughts that drive Jongin insane, because Jongin and Kyungsoo have never spoken about this, have never opened up to one another and reached this level of intimacy.
So Jongin thinks that it’s time for things to be properly addressed.
Jongin doesn't remember how they've come to this, but he begins to long for more than drugs and sex. What Jongin and Kyungsoo have right now is nothing committed, but he thinks of changing that.
Jongin reenters Kyungsoo’s bedroom and it’s still dark, except for the light in the bathroom and door left open, the said man’s back turned to him in sight. The smaller wears nothing but an oversized polo shirt, something Jongin remembers as his but chooses to say nothing.
Instead, he watches silently as Kyungsoo begins to strip himself from the soft linen, as if it was made to slip off his narrow shoulders like silk.
Jongin fights the urge to rush to him and take advantage of this, because he’s decided that he does not want Kyungsoo for pleasure; Jongin wants Kyungsoo completely.
He approaches the brunette slowly, taking gentle steps towards the male inside the bathroom, and it’s only then that Kyungsoo turns his head to catch him staring.
It’s the taller’s tan complexion that Kyungsoo notices first, along with the fine curves and firm muscles of his abdomen. Jongin isn’t wearing a shirt but has on sweatpants that hang loosely below his waist.
His mouth curves into a small smile upon meeting the other’s eyes, and Jongin knows for certain that what he feels for the man in front of him is not a mistake.
Kyungsoo then turns away to slide open the shower door and steps inside, leaving the rest of his body to Jongin’s imagination when the door slides back. Kyungsoo turns the shower on and Jongin watches his silhouette.
He hears the smaller exhale, the sound almost coming off as a moan while Jongin swallows hard.
He stays still as he observes the elder’s silhouette move with hands reaching for his head, as if his fingers brush over wet locks. Jongin traces the outline of his form with intense eyes, and by now he can imagine the way his body rocks slowly beneath him when he takes him.
Jongin doesn’t wait long before he hauls his pants down and follows Kyungsoo inside, stepping in just as the other finishes washing the shampoo off his hair. Kyungsoo doesn’t turn back to him, so Jongin moves close until his chest presses against the other’s back and lets his hands settle gently on the lines of Kyungsoo’s hips.
Jongin shivers from the warm contact of his body with the elder’s drenched back, fingers pressing diligently on his skin as his patience slowly runs out.
“I thought you’d already left,” Kyungsoo says.
Jongin doesn’t know how to start, so he brings his head to the side of the other’s face and leaves a kiss to his bare shoulder before speaking gently into his ear. “I made us coffee.”
He lifts his head when Kyungsoo turns around to face him, a wet hand curling around the back of the younger’s neck while another caresses the side of his face.
A smile creases Kyungsoo’s mouth, playful and admirable. “You did, huh?” He asks, letting out a soft chuckle.
You once told me you needed your caffeine fix, Jongin tries to answer, but before he can Kyungsoo stands on his tiptoes to bring his lips against his own in a chaste kiss.
Jongin loves it when Kyungsoo kisses him hard and rough, but thinks he likes this a little bit more, when their kisses are more innocent and honest. Maybe this is Jongin’s caffeine fix.
He’s already hard at this point, the warmth spreading all over his body from the friction of their chests and cocks flushed close.
He’s getting impatient, but he lets Kyungsoo lead him before he takes his chance.
Jongin’s grip tightens on the elder when fingers intertwine into his locks, tugging lightly at them as he manoeuvres his hips close and swallows more of his moans.
“I bet you taste just as good,” Kyungsoo murmurs on Jongin’s lips, then pulls away to trail kisses on his face. “Maybe even better.”
Kyungsoo’s hands leave his hair to place them on his shoulders and travel down to the side of his hips, dangerously close to where he knows Jongin’s weak spot is.
The feeling is all too familiar, with Jongin now pressed back against the tiled shower wall and Kyungsoo pressed up against his chest, present in a way that’s always overwhelming. Kyungsoo slides a knee between the younger’s legs and grinds up against him, looking pleased when the other tries to fight back a whimper but fails.
Kyungsoo is about to bend down to suck him off, but before he attempts anything else, Jongin takes the elder’s hands and holds them in place. “Wait,” He breathes. “I… I want to ask you something.”
Kyungsoo stares calmly into Jongin’s serious eyes under the silence, save from the shower running. Jongin can’t get the words out, but the elder reassures him with a hand on his face and another wrapped around his waist, not in a seductive way, but in a way that’s easing.
“Hyung,” Jongin starts, “Have you always seen us as friends?”
Kyungsoo gazes thoughtfully at the younger. He doesn’t say anything for a while but brings himself close.
Jongin doesn’t expect for much, but Kyungsoo opens his mouth to speak.
“We’re friends,” He says, “but I like watching you sleep next to me. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the way you feel. I've never felt comfortable like this, Jongin, but you're the most comfortable that I’ve ever felt.”
Jongin doesn’t know what to make of Kyungsoo’s words. He’s not really sure what to say but then asks, “Is it okay to want you more than that? More than just a friend?”
Another thick silence surrounds them inside the shower. It’s minutes after when Jongin catches the soft grin that suddenly appears on the elder’s face.
“You want to be more than friends.” Kyungsoo says, a hand moving up to his neck once more, fingers lingering on the sensitive skin before rubbing it soothingly. “And I want us, maybe more like coffee. Is that something you would want?”
Jongin feels his heart settle and can only return the smile. Maybe this is Kyungsoo’s way of saying I’m in love with you, too.
Jongin feels a sudden burst of happiness inside that has him leaning down with both hands on Kyungsoo’s face to press a kiss to his mouth.
“Something like that,” Jongin replies. “Would that be nice?”
It takes a moment for Kyungsoo to absorb everything, even his own words, but once he’s done he tucks a strand behind Jongin’s ear while a hand places itself on Jongin’s arm.
He brings his forehead against his, a bright smile on his face with doting eyes before answering, “That’d be really nice.”
Minutes pass when they laugh over naughty hands and languid kisses, lips urgently meeting when skin is on skin again and bodies are fucking, their emotions on high and hearts a little more connected than before.
If Jongin can paint their love, it’s these moments of vibrant hues, these moments that feel like coffee in the morning.