(Don't You Wish You Were A) Fly On the Wall // for shinealightrose
Title: (Don't You Wish You Were A) Fly On the Wall
Recipient: shinealightrose
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,957 words
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): [click to open]mild voyeurism
Summary: With no explanation, Kyungsoo suddenly begins to zone out and watch the life of a strange man named Minseok through the other's eyes. As he learns more about the stranger, Kyungsoo becomes obsessed with finding him and maybe, possibly, falls a little bit in love.
Author's Note: To my dear recipient, thank you for your lovely prompts! I was just a pinch hit, so I'm sorry that I didn't have the time to truly dedicate to your fic, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you also to the mods who were so eternally patient with me. You're the best!!
The first time it happens Kyungsoo is eating breakfast. He blinks, and suddenly he is staring not at the swirling grain of his wooden dinner table, but at the dirty plexiglas window of a city bus. It lasts only a moment, vanishing the next time he blinks, and all at once he is back in his familiar kitchen. He takes a moment to attempt to process what just happened, then realizes he has been pouring cranberry juice down his front, and groans at one of his good work shirts likely ruined.
Kyungsoo is jumpy for the rest of the day, unsettled, but within a couple weeks Kyungsoo manages to put the incident out of his mind - it hasn’t happened again and odds seem best that it was simply a daydream of some sort.
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The second time it happens Kyungsoo is walking home from the little corner store, bag of makgeolli and chips in hand. He trips over a crack in the concrete, corrects his balance, and suddenly there he is, staring once again at unfamiliar smudged glass. He blinks, but this time it doesn’t go away. He can hear the screech of the bus as it slows to a halt, the hiss of air as it settles to the level of the sidewalk. It’s absurd, but he could almost swear he even feels his balance shift as the bus jerks to a stop. He takes a step in the direction of the doors-
-and suddenly he’s standing on the familiar sidewalk outside his apartment building, bag forgotten on the ground next to him. He shakes his head, trying to clear it, and retrieves his bag - the bottle is unbroken, cushioned by the snacks, but his chips have been crushed beyond recognition between the pavement and bottle. It takes him a moment to realize the scene he’s inadvertently made. He’s enough out of the way that no one’s really bumping into him, but he’s attracting stares, a woman across the street is watching him warily and that strange Chinese man from the third floor is glaring down from his open window.
Kyungsoo flushes, embarrassed by these visions he can’t explain, and hurries inside and up the stairs to the fifth floor.
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Over the next couple weeks the visions come increasingly frequently. They become a part of his day, and it gets to the point where a vision-free day feels incomplete. He learns more about the man: his name (Minseok), his schedule (coffee, work 9-5 then takeout and bed), his job (public accountant; he doesn’t seem as though he likes it) - but he still doesn’t know what he looks like.
It feels strange to have this man as such a large part of his life, to know so much about him from his favorite drama (Coffee Prince) and favorite book (Wandeuk) to tiny quirks like how he takes his coffee at home (very seriously) and how he covers his mouth when he coughs - but he doesn’t know what the man’s face looks like. It seems absurd, but he just hasn’t had occasion to know more about the man’s appearance than that he has light auburn hair with a tendency to fall into his eyes.
It isn’t until almost two months as Minseok’s fly on the wall that Kyungsoo finally sees the man for the first time. He wakes disoriented as a spike of pleasure shoots up his spine from his cock. It takes Kyungsoo a moment to realize that the striped sheet wrapped around his legs isn’t his; the defined abs aren’t his; the thick cock, dark with blood and curving slightly to the left, definitely isn’t his. A hand - his hand - wraps around the cock. It’s a familiar hand, the purple scar curving around the base of the thumb something Kyungsoo has seen on a near-daily basis for the last month and a half.
Minseok, Kyungsoo thinks, and is immediately filled with shame. Minseok is jerking off. Kyungsoo can’t watch this! He blinks furiously - or as furiously as anyone can when stuck in a stranger’s mind rather than one’s own body - hoping to wake up in his own bed, in his own room. But to no avail. The quiet gasp as Minseok’s finger catches slightly under the head - and oh God, Kyungsoo can’t really feel it but he can imagine everything - drags Kyungsoo’s eyes back open against his will, forced to focus on the way the vibrant head of Minseok’s cock vanishes inside his fist, only to reappear again, slick with lube.
Minseok digs one finger into the slit of his cock and lets out a high whine, throws his head back to the ceiling in ecstasy. Kyungsoo is hot within his mental prison. He can hear everything in explicit detail - Minseok’s blood as it rushes in his ears, the quiet breaths he lets out whenever he does something particularly pleasurable with his hand, the slick sound of the lube and oh, God, it’s too much. Kyungsoo’s mental self is positively writhing, much as he tries to ignore it, fiercely tamping down on the thoughts that with Minseok’s head back at this angle he can’t see and oh, he wants to.
Kyungsoo begs for it to be over, to open his eyes in his own body once more. He’s never been in Minseok’s head for this long before, and why did it have to be now? Minseok is a tease, clearly, even to himself, but he is practical. For all he teases himself, he doesn’t really drag it out, finishing within a merciful few minutes that seem like an eternity to Kyungsoo, spilling over his hand, the release running down over his fist to soak into the neat dark hair at the base of his cock.
Minseok seems to allow himself a moment’s respite, slumping back against the bed as he releases his softening cock and wipes stray spunk off of his hand onto his stomach. He heaves a sigh before levering up sharply and shuffling sleepily to the bathroom. He flicks on the light, and Kyungsoo gasps as he gets his first look at Minseok’s face in the mirror over the sink. Minseok is as muscular everywhere as his abs had suggested, arms thick and torso defined, the V of his hips pointing the way to a now-flaccid cock nestled in a bed of short dark curls.
It takes Kyungsoo a moment to drag his attention back up to Minseok’s face, but he isn’t disappointed. Minseok is beautiful, almond eyes with round cheeks offset by a sharp chin. His light auburn hair is clearly unnatural, yet suits his complexion so perfectly that one could easily remain unaware. He’s small, delicate even, yet radiates an easy masculinity that Kyungsoo finds utterly compelling. He has to stretch a bit, stand on tiptoe to reach the washcloth folded on top of the medicine cabinet, and as the cold porcelain of the sink touches his stomach Kyungsoo is abruptly shocked back into his own body.
He lays in his familiar bed, stares at the ceiling for a bit and ignores the way his cock is straining against the front of his boxers as he processes what he’s just seen, grinds his fists into his eyes before throwing himself out of bed and towards an ice-cold shower.
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The “masturbation incident” is never repeated, but the visions continue and Kyungsoo find himself growing increasingly obsessed with Minseok. He grows distant, his whole attention fixed on learning more about Minseok. His friends start to notice, doing their best to draw him out of his mind and into society.
It doesn’t take him long, only a couple weeks, before he realizes how ridiculous this is. He doesn’t even know Minseok, yet somehow his entire day has become structured around the man. So when Jongdae knocks on his door on late Friday evening, hollering that Kyungsoo, you better get your ass out here or so help me god - he relents, lets Jongdae drag him to the bar downtown that Jongdae loves but which is a bit too loud for Kyungsoo’s tastes.
As he should have predicted Kyungsoo loses Jongdae almost immediately in the crush. Kyungsoo sighs and is jostled rudely by a passing woman, who pauses to give him a dirty look before continuing on her way. Kyungsoo pushes his way to the bar. Miraculously, there’s an empty seat and he sits with no hesitation, waves over the bartender to order his whiskey sour and tosses it back, ordering another to take his time and enjoy.
He has no interest in the madness happening behind him, just glares into his drink and does his best to distract himself fromMinseok Minseok Minseok. He’s deep into his fourth round when at last he looks up from the wood of the bar, glances to his left, and sees him.
Kyungsoo’s breath catches in his throat and he chokes on the alcohol making its way down his throat. It’s him. It seems impossible, but by now Kyungsoo knows that face almost as well as his own; the sharp eyes, the plump cheeks and angular face. It’s Minseok, and he’s staring at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo feels his face heat as images of Minseok’s fist wrapped around his cock springs to mind. He whips back to the front, orders a beer - he needs the distraction, and he really should slow down on the drinking or he’s really gonna regret it - and buries his face in it as soon as it arrives. Before he’s even done with the beer the barkeep is setting down another whiskey. Kyungsoo stares up at the man in bleary confusion as he indicates the far end of the bar. Kyungsoo follows the man’s finger to see Minseok smirk at him.
Kyungsoo can feel the color spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. He takes a moment to tilt the glass at Minseok in acknowledgement and toss it back before turning to front again, hands wrapped tightly around his beer. Kyungsoo does his best to ignore the movement he can just see out of the corner of his eye, keeps his attention fixed on the peeling label of his bottle and distinctly not on the man he can see leaning in out of the corner of his eye.
“Hey, beautiful,” murmurs Minseok, and it seems impossible that he’s hearing this voice outside of the visions, and directed at himself rather than at one of Minseok’s many friends. “What’s your name?” Minseok’s breath tickles his ear and Kyungsoo shivers, inexplicably affected by something so simple.
Kyungsoo chokes on his beer again, sputters a bit before managing to wheeze out, “Kyungsoo.”
“Kyungsoo, hmm?” Minseok purrs, and slides a muscled arm around Kyungsoo’s waist.
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Kyungsoo doesn’t even know how this happened, to be honest. He remembers seeing Minseok in the bar, the free drink, but now, pressed against the front door of his apartment, Kyungsoo thinks he must have missed a few steps on the way.
Minseok is relentless from the start, hands coasting up and down Kyungsoo’s body, hardening cock pressed against the seam of Kyungsoo’s ass as he struggles to unlock the door. It seems to take an eternity, but at long last the lock clicks, and Kyungsoo and Minseok are tumbling through the doorway into the front hall.
Minseok has Kyungsoo pinned to the wall before he can even close the door, hands sliding down to take full double handfuls of Kyungsoo’s ass and pressing insistent lips to his. He kisses like he’s dying, and Kyungsoo is helpless to do anything but try his best to reciprocate. Minseok nibbles down Kyungsoo’s jaw to his throat where he begins to suck a great mark on the pale flesh. Kyungsoo lets out a high wail at the sensation and Minseok shudders against him.
“Bed,” Minseok grunts and Kyungsoo barely has the presence of mind to push the door fully closed before gesturing weakly deeper into his apartment. It’s lucky Minseok seems to understand, delivering one last bite to the killer hickey Kyungsoo can feel purpling on his neck before dragging him away from the wall. Kyungsoo’s apartment is small, and it doesn't take much to find the bedroom. Minseok drags him inside, backs him up until his calves hit the bed and he falls onto it. They take the moment to work off their clothes, Kyungsoo’s fingers sluggish and unable to unable to unfasten his pants. Minseok laughs softly before moving to help, undoing the finicky button and zipper before drawing the pants down Kyungsoo’s legs.
Kyungsoo has barely finished dragging his sweater over his head before Minseok is on him, his hands seemingly everywhere at once and lips fastened to a nipple. Kyungsoo moans, but it’s due far more to the hands skating up his inner thighs than to the tongue laving his nipple. He sinks his fingers deep into Minseok’s hair and drags his head up for another kiss, rolling his hips up against Minseok’s.
Minseok groans and pulls away, takes in Kyungsoo’s swollen lips and blown pupils. “Lube?” he asks, and Kyungsoo twists awkwardly to reach into the bottom drawer of his bedside table, pulls out a nearly empty bottle of astroglide and a condom and pressing them into Minseok’s palm, wordlessly giving himself over to the other man’s ministrations. Minseok grins at him before slipping down the bed, propping Kyungsoo’s legs over his shoulders before rolling on the condom and coating his fingers with lube.
Kyungsoo pants, on tenterhooks as he waits for the first touch of Minseok’s fingers. He’s anticipating, but the coolness of the fingers against his hole still makes him jump. The first breach is a step in the direction of what he wants, but still far from enough. Kyungsoo whines, pushes down against Minseok’s finger. Minseok smirks at him, drags the single finger out slowly until Kyungsoo smacks his arm in protest. Minseok laughs and works in a second finger beside the first. Kyungsoo moans softly at the increased fullness. It’s still not enough but its getting there, and Minseok groans at Kyungsoo’s tightness around his fingers. It doesn’t take long to work up to a third finger, Kyungsoo sort and pliant around Minseok’s fingers.
Minseok curls his fingers slightly, stroking up towards Kyungsoo’s stomach, and rubs lightly over a spongy spot inside of Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s breath hitches, and his moan cracks up an octave when Minseok presses harder into the spot. All at once the fingers are gone, and Kyungsoo mumbles in protest at the feeling of being open slightly to the air. Minseok pulls back slightly to dig around in the sheets for the lost bottle of lube. Something thumps to the floor next to the bed, and Minseok looks sheepish as he bends to pick up the lube.
He drips a thin line down his cock, spreads it around and wipes the excess over Kyungsoo’s hole. He kneels awkwardly, looks around for something to wipe his sticky hand on before scrubbing it against the rumpled sheets. Kyungsoo grumbles in protest at the dirtying of his laundry, thumps his leg lightly against Minseok’s back, his chuckle taking away any sting. Minseok chuckles too before scooting closer to Kyungsoo between his legs, gripping his cock lightly and lining himself up. He glances at Kyungsoo for approval and, at his nod, pushes slowly inside.
Kyungsoo’s breath shudders out at the intrusion and he clamps down on Minseok’s cock involuntarily. Minseok groans, stuck halfway by the muscle squeezing tight around his cock. He rubs a finger in reassuring circles over Kyungsoo’s hip, and Kyungsoo hitches his legs up to cross at the ankle behind Minseok’s neck, doing his best to relax his core. Minseok pushes tentatively forward and, meeting no resistance, sinks in to the root. They groan in unison as Minseok bottoms out, take a moment to relish in the moment before Minseok draws back a couple inches, thrusts back in with enough force that the fronts of his thighs slap audibly against Kyungsoo’s ass.
It takes several minutes of Minseok thrusting at different angles before Kyungsoo lets out a surprised wail, clamps down hard enough that Minseok can’t pull out for a moment before the pressure lets up. Minseok smirks at Kyungsoo and draws back slightly before carefully thrusting back at that same spot. Kyungsoo’s eyes roll back and close and his breath hisses out between his teeth as Minseok’s cock glances lightly off of his prostate, the tightness in his stomach growing as the action is repeated.
Kyungsoo is growing close, but he can tell that Minseok is, too, his balls drawn up tight enough not to slap against Kyungsoo’s ass and his fingers digging hard enough into Kyungsoo’s thighs that there’s sure to be marks. Kyungsoo reaches up to cradle Minseok’s face in his hands, wipes away a drop of sweat with his thumb, and draws Minseok’s mouth down to his. He swipes his tongue along the inner edge of Minseok’s top lip, coaxing his mouth open, and clamps down hard at the same time. Minseok’s cock drives into his prostate one last time, harder than before, and Kyungsoo comes untouched across his own stomach as Minseok shudders above him in the throes of his own orgasm.
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Kyungsoo lays curled against Minseok’s side in the afterglow. Minseok has fallen fast asleep, and Kyungsoo uses the opportunity to trace his fingers lightly along Minseok’s jaw, appreciate the way the light from the window seems to make his eyelashes glow. Kyungsoo knows it’s premature, but the months of what he must admit was inadvertent stalking have made him feel closer to Minseok than he truly is and Kyungsoo thinks, eyes following the soft curve of Minseok’s mouth, relaxed in sleep - that this could be love.
Recipient: shinealightrose
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,957 words
Side Pairing(s): N/A
Warning(s): [click to open]mild voyeurism
Summary: With no explanation, Kyungsoo suddenly begins to zone out and watch the life of a strange man named Minseok through the other's eyes. As he learns more about the stranger, Kyungsoo becomes obsessed with finding him and maybe, possibly, falls a little bit in love.
Author's Note: To my dear recipient, thank you for your lovely prompts! I was just a pinch hit, so I'm sorry that I didn't have the time to truly dedicate to your fic, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you also to the mods who were so eternally patient with me. You're the best!!
The first time it happens Kyungsoo is eating breakfast. He blinks, and suddenly he is staring not at the swirling grain of his wooden dinner table, but at the dirty plexiglas window of a city bus. It lasts only a moment, vanishing the next time he blinks, and all at once he is back in his familiar kitchen. He takes a moment to attempt to process what just happened, then realizes he has been pouring cranberry juice down his front, and groans at one of his good work shirts likely ruined.
Kyungsoo is jumpy for the rest of the day, unsettled, but within a couple weeks Kyungsoo manages to put the incident out of his mind - it hasn’t happened again and odds seem best that it was simply a daydream of some sort.
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The second time it happens Kyungsoo is walking home from the little corner store, bag of makgeolli and chips in hand. He trips over a crack in the concrete, corrects his balance, and suddenly there he is, staring once again at unfamiliar smudged glass. He blinks, but this time it doesn’t go away. He can hear the screech of the bus as it slows to a halt, the hiss of air as it settles to the level of the sidewalk. It’s absurd, but he could almost swear he even feels his balance shift as the bus jerks to a stop. He takes a step in the direction of the doors-
-and suddenly he’s standing on the familiar sidewalk outside his apartment building, bag forgotten on the ground next to him. He shakes his head, trying to clear it, and retrieves his bag - the bottle is unbroken, cushioned by the snacks, but his chips have been crushed beyond recognition between the pavement and bottle. It takes him a moment to realize the scene he’s inadvertently made. He’s enough out of the way that no one’s really bumping into him, but he’s attracting stares, a woman across the street is watching him warily and that strange Chinese man from the third floor is glaring down from his open window.
Kyungsoo flushes, embarrassed by these visions he can’t explain, and hurries inside and up the stairs to the fifth floor.
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Over the next couple weeks the visions come increasingly frequently. They become a part of his day, and it gets to the point where a vision-free day feels incomplete. He learns more about the man: his name (Minseok), his schedule (coffee, work 9-5 then takeout and bed), his job (public accountant; he doesn’t seem as though he likes it) - but he still doesn’t know what he looks like.
It feels strange to have this man as such a large part of his life, to know so much about him from his favorite drama (Coffee Prince) and favorite book (Wandeuk) to tiny quirks like how he takes his coffee at home (very seriously) and how he covers his mouth when he coughs - but he doesn’t know what the man’s face looks like. It seems absurd, but he just hasn’t had occasion to know more about the man’s appearance than that he has light auburn hair with a tendency to fall into his eyes.
It isn’t until almost two months as Minseok’s fly on the wall that Kyungsoo finally sees the man for the first time. He wakes disoriented as a spike of pleasure shoots up his spine from his cock. It takes Kyungsoo a moment to realize that the striped sheet wrapped around his legs isn’t his; the defined abs aren’t his; the thick cock, dark with blood and curving slightly to the left, definitely isn’t his. A hand - his hand - wraps around the cock. It’s a familiar hand, the purple scar curving around the base of the thumb something Kyungsoo has seen on a near-daily basis for the last month and a half.
Minseok, Kyungsoo thinks, and is immediately filled with shame. Minseok is jerking off. Kyungsoo can’t watch this! He blinks furiously - or as furiously as anyone can when stuck in a stranger’s mind rather than one’s own body - hoping to wake up in his own bed, in his own room. But to no avail. The quiet gasp as Minseok’s finger catches slightly under the head - and oh God, Kyungsoo can’t really feel it but he can imagine everything - drags Kyungsoo’s eyes back open against his will, forced to focus on the way the vibrant head of Minseok’s cock vanishes inside his fist, only to reappear again, slick with lube.
Minseok digs one finger into the slit of his cock and lets out a high whine, throws his head back to the ceiling in ecstasy. Kyungsoo is hot within his mental prison. He can hear everything in explicit detail - Minseok’s blood as it rushes in his ears, the quiet breaths he lets out whenever he does something particularly pleasurable with his hand, the slick sound of the lube and oh, God, it’s too much. Kyungsoo’s mental self is positively writhing, much as he tries to ignore it, fiercely tamping down on the thoughts that with Minseok’s head back at this angle he can’t see and oh, he wants to.
Kyungsoo begs for it to be over, to open his eyes in his own body once more. He’s never been in Minseok’s head for this long before, and why did it have to be now? Minseok is a tease, clearly, even to himself, but he is practical. For all he teases himself, he doesn’t really drag it out, finishing within a merciful few minutes that seem like an eternity to Kyungsoo, spilling over his hand, the release running down over his fist to soak into the neat dark hair at the base of his cock.
Minseok seems to allow himself a moment’s respite, slumping back against the bed as he releases his softening cock and wipes stray spunk off of his hand onto his stomach. He heaves a sigh before levering up sharply and shuffling sleepily to the bathroom. He flicks on the light, and Kyungsoo gasps as he gets his first look at Minseok’s face in the mirror over the sink. Minseok is as muscular everywhere as his abs had suggested, arms thick and torso defined, the V of his hips pointing the way to a now-flaccid cock nestled in a bed of short dark curls.
It takes Kyungsoo a moment to drag his attention back up to Minseok’s face, but he isn’t disappointed. Minseok is beautiful, almond eyes with round cheeks offset by a sharp chin. His light auburn hair is clearly unnatural, yet suits his complexion so perfectly that one could easily remain unaware. He’s small, delicate even, yet radiates an easy masculinity that Kyungsoo finds utterly compelling. He has to stretch a bit, stand on tiptoe to reach the washcloth folded on top of the medicine cabinet, and as the cold porcelain of the sink touches his stomach Kyungsoo is abruptly shocked back into his own body.
He lays in his familiar bed, stares at the ceiling for a bit and ignores the way his cock is straining against the front of his boxers as he processes what he’s just seen, grinds his fists into his eyes before throwing himself out of bed and towards an ice-cold shower.
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The “masturbation incident” is never repeated, but the visions continue and Kyungsoo find himself growing increasingly obsessed with Minseok. He grows distant, his whole attention fixed on learning more about Minseok. His friends start to notice, doing their best to draw him out of his mind and into society.
It doesn’t take him long, only a couple weeks, before he realizes how ridiculous this is. He doesn’t even know Minseok, yet somehow his entire day has become structured around the man. So when Jongdae knocks on his door on late Friday evening, hollering that Kyungsoo, you better get your ass out here or so help me god - he relents, lets Jongdae drag him to the bar downtown that Jongdae loves but which is a bit too loud for Kyungsoo’s tastes.
As he should have predicted Kyungsoo loses Jongdae almost immediately in the crush. Kyungsoo sighs and is jostled rudely by a passing woman, who pauses to give him a dirty look before continuing on her way. Kyungsoo pushes his way to the bar. Miraculously, there’s an empty seat and he sits with no hesitation, waves over the bartender to order his whiskey sour and tosses it back, ordering another to take his time and enjoy.
He has no interest in the madness happening behind him, just glares into his drink and does his best to distract himself fromMinseok Minseok Minseok. He’s deep into his fourth round when at last he looks up from the wood of the bar, glances to his left, and sees him.
Kyungsoo’s breath catches in his throat and he chokes on the alcohol making its way down his throat. It’s him. It seems impossible, but by now Kyungsoo knows that face almost as well as his own; the sharp eyes, the plump cheeks and angular face. It’s Minseok, and he’s staring at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo feels his face heat as images of Minseok’s fist wrapped around his cock springs to mind. He whips back to the front, orders a beer - he needs the distraction, and he really should slow down on the drinking or he’s really gonna regret it - and buries his face in it as soon as it arrives. Before he’s even done with the beer the barkeep is setting down another whiskey. Kyungsoo stares up at the man in bleary confusion as he indicates the far end of the bar. Kyungsoo follows the man’s finger to see Minseok smirk at him.
Kyungsoo can feel the color spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. He takes a moment to tilt the glass at Minseok in acknowledgement and toss it back before turning to front again, hands wrapped tightly around his beer. Kyungsoo does his best to ignore the movement he can just see out of the corner of his eye, keeps his attention fixed on the peeling label of his bottle and distinctly not on the man he can see leaning in out of the corner of his eye.
“Hey, beautiful,” murmurs Minseok, and it seems impossible that he’s hearing this voice outside of the visions, and directed at himself rather than at one of Minseok’s many friends. “What’s your name?” Minseok’s breath tickles his ear and Kyungsoo shivers, inexplicably affected by something so simple.
Kyungsoo chokes on his beer again, sputters a bit before managing to wheeze out, “Kyungsoo.”
“Kyungsoo, hmm?” Minseok purrs, and slides a muscled arm around Kyungsoo’s waist.
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Kyungsoo doesn’t even know how this happened, to be honest. He remembers seeing Minseok in the bar, the free drink, but now, pressed against the front door of his apartment, Kyungsoo thinks he must have missed a few steps on the way.
Minseok is relentless from the start, hands coasting up and down Kyungsoo’s body, hardening cock pressed against the seam of Kyungsoo’s ass as he struggles to unlock the door. It seems to take an eternity, but at long last the lock clicks, and Kyungsoo and Minseok are tumbling through the doorway into the front hall.
Minseok has Kyungsoo pinned to the wall before he can even close the door, hands sliding down to take full double handfuls of Kyungsoo’s ass and pressing insistent lips to his. He kisses like he’s dying, and Kyungsoo is helpless to do anything but try his best to reciprocate. Minseok nibbles down Kyungsoo’s jaw to his throat where he begins to suck a great mark on the pale flesh. Kyungsoo lets out a high wail at the sensation and Minseok shudders against him.
“Bed,” Minseok grunts and Kyungsoo barely has the presence of mind to push the door fully closed before gesturing weakly deeper into his apartment. It’s lucky Minseok seems to understand, delivering one last bite to the killer hickey Kyungsoo can feel purpling on his neck before dragging him away from the wall. Kyungsoo’s apartment is small, and it doesn't take much to find the bedroom. Minseok drags him inside, backs him up until his calves hit the bed and he falls onto it. They take the moment to work off their clothes, Kyungsoo’s fingers sluggish and unable to unable to unfasten his pants. Minseok laughs softly before moving to help, undoing the finicky button and zipper before drawing the pants down Kyungsoo’s legs.
Kyungsoo has barely finished dragging his sweater over his head before Minseok is on him, his hands seemingly everywhere at once and lips fastened to a nipple. Kyungsoo moans, but it’s due far more to the hands skating up his inner thighs than to the tongue laving his nipple. He sinks his fingers deep into Minseok’s hair and drags his head up for another kiss, rolling his hips up against Minseok’s.
Minseok groans and pulls away, takes in Kyungsoo’s swollen lips and blown pupils. “Lube?” he asks, and Kyungsoo twists awkwardly to reach into the bottom drawer of his bedside table, pulls out a nearly empty bottle of astroglide and a condom and pressing them into Minseok’s palm, wordlessly giving himself over to the other man’s ministrations. Minseok grins at him before slipping down the bed, propping Kyungsoo’s legs over his shoulders before rolling on the condom and coating his fingers with lube.
Kyungsoo pants, on tenterhooks as he waits for the first touch of Minseok’s fingers. He’s anticipating, but the coolness of the fingers against his hole still makes him jump. The first breach is a step in the direction of what he wants, but still far from enough. Kyungsoo whines, pushes down against Minseok’s finger. Minseok smirks at him, drags the single finger out slowly until Kyungsoo smacks his arm in protest. Minseok laughs and works in a second finger beside the first. Kyungsoo moans softly at the increased fullness. It’s still not enough but its getting there, and Minseok groans at Kyungsoo’s tightness around his fingers. It doesn’t take long to work up to a third finger, Kyungsoo sort and pliant around Minseok’s fingers.
Minseok curls his fingers slightly, stroking up towards Kyungsoo’s stomach, and rubs lightly over a spongy spot inside of Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s breath hitches, and his moan cracks up an octave when Minseok presses harder into the spot. All at once the fingers are gone, and Kyungsoo mumbles in protest at the feeling of being open slightly to the air. Minseok pulls back slightly to dig around in the sheets for the lost bottle of lube. Something thumps to the floor next to the bed, and Minseok looks sheepish as he bends to pick up the lube.
He drips a thin line down his cock, spreads it around and wipes the excess over Kyungsoo’s hole. He kneels awkwardly, looks around for something to wipe his sticky hand on before scrubbing it against the rumpled sheets. Kyungsoo grumbles in protest at the dirtying of his laundry, thumps his leg lightly against Minseok’s back, his chuckle taking away any sting. Minseok chuckles too before scooting closer to Kyungsoo between his legs, gripping his cock lightly and lining himself up. He glances at Kyungsoo for approval and, at his nod, pushes slowly inside.
Kyungsoo’s breath shudders out at the intrusion and he clamps down on Minseok’s cock involuntarily. Minseok groans, stuck halfway by the muscle squeezing tight around his cock. He rubs a finger in reassuring circles over Kyungsoo’s hip, and Kyungsoo hitches his legs up to cross at the ankle behind Minseok’s neck, doing his best to relax his core. Minseok pushes tentatively forward and, meeting no resistance, sinks in to the root. They groan in unison as Minseok bottoms out, take a moment to relish in the moment before Minseok draws back a couple inches, thrusts back in with enough force that the fronts of his thighs slap audibly against Kyungsoo’s ass.
It takes several minutes of Minseok thrusting at different angles before Kyungsoo lets out a surprised wail, clamps down hard enough that Minseok can’t pull out for a moment before the pressure lets up. Minseok smirks at Kyungsoo and draws back slightly before carefully thrusting back at that same spot. Kyungsoo’s eyes roll back and close and his breath hisses out between his teeth as Minseok’s cock glances lightly off of his prostate, the tightness in his stomach growing as the action is repeated.
Kyungsoo is growing close, but he can tell that Minseok is, too, his balls drawn up tight enough not to slap against Kyungsoo’s ass and his fingers digging hard enough into Kyungsoo’s thighs that there’s sure to be marks. Kyungsoo reaches up to cradle Minseok’s face in his hands, wipes away a drop of sweat with his thumb, and draws Minseok’s mouth down to his. He swipes his tongue along the inner edge of Minseok’s top lip, coaxing his mouth open, and clamps down hard at the same time. Minseok’s cock drives into his prostate one last time, harder than before, and Kyungsoo comes untouched across his own stomach as Minseok shudders above him in the throes of his own orgasm.
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Kyungsoo lays curled against Minseok’s side in the afterglow. Minseok has fallen fast asleep, and Kyungsoo uses the opportunity to trace his fingers lightly along Minseok’s jaw, appreciate the way the light from the window seems to make his eyelashes glow. Kyungsoo knows it’s premature, but the months of what he must admit was inadvertent stalking have made him feel closer to Minseok than he truly is and Kyungsoo thinks, eyes following the soft curve of Minseok’s mouth, relaxed in sleep - that this could be love.