Echoes of Silence
Echoes Of Silence | Kai/Kyungsoo | NC-17 | 3265 words
But now it’s not an accident. Kyungsoo reaches down, searching for Jongin’s hand secured on his waist, and guides it to his neck, his own hand closing around his and pressuring against his throat tentatively.
Warning: breathplay
A/N: i had to
The first time it happened was an accident, an unintentional touch that set something inside Kyungsoo that he himself wasn’t aware he had it in him.
Jongin had him pinned against the wall of their bedroom, knee between his thighs as they kissed ardently, all thoughts of rest erased from their minds and replaced by pure lust. It had been days since they last touched each other like this, one always finding the other fast asleep after a tiring day full of schedules, or in the other members’ presence, so when the first opportunity appeared and they realized they were completely alone, only one second of realization passed between them before they reached for each other, need taking control of their actions.
It was rushed, their tongues entangled as hands roamed everywhere, trying to get rid of clothes as fast as they could.
Jongin shrugged Kyungsoo’s jacket off of his frame, throwing it somewhere on the floor and leaving him in his wife beater. His hand came up to his bare shoulder, feeling the warm skin, before moving to the back of his neck, thumb pressing against Kyungsoo’s Adam’s apple and rubbing slightly. Kyungsoo’s breathing quickened, heat spreading through his whole body, arching against Jongin.
Driven by the touch, Kyungsoo let his hand travel down from Jongin’s biceps to his sides until he reached his lower back. He lifted the shirt a bit, searching for the waistband of his pants, and when found his fingers slipped inside easily. He squeezed, nails digging into the flesh, bringing them impossibly closer. As soon as their erections brushed together the friction made Jongin’s knees buckle, and instinctively his thumb pressed down on Kyungsoo’s throat, a reflex to hold onto something.
It lasted two seconds, maybe even one, but it was enough to make Kyungsoo’s skin tingle with something he later realized to be desire when his oxygen was cut off. Kyungsoo gasped inside Jongin’s mouth, obviously taken aback, and Jongin immediately froze, retreating his hand as if he’d been burned. They separated, looking at each other with wide eyes - lust in Kyungsoo’s and panic in Jongin’s.
There was nothing constricting Kyungsoo’s air passage then, but he felt breathless, chest rising up and down both from the adrenaline and from arousal. He wasn’t sure what just happened exactly, but he was harder than when they started, and he knew he’d liked it.
Before Kyungsoo could say anything (not that he had something in mind), Junmyeon was calling him from the kitchen in a reminder to help with dinner, and thankfully breaking the tension between them.
Jongin stepped back, eyes darting everywhere but Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sighed, running an exasperated hand through his hair in order to make it look presentable, and the other fanning his undoubtedly flushed face.
“I’m coming!” He yelled so Junmyeon wouldn’t come looking for him, and then willed himself to think about anything but the warmth of Jongin’s fingers. “I have to go.” He turned to Jongin, who had walked to his drawer and was fishing for his pajamas, probably planning to take a much needed cold shower.
“Okay,” He replied, pushing the drawer closed with his hip before turning around to finally look at Kyungsoo. “I’ll be out in a bit.”
Kyungsoo nodded, and taking a deep breath he exited the room.
They never talked about it, maybe out of fear of ruining what they had due a careless action or simply embarrassment. But things were far from awkward; after Jongin’s shower and dinner was ready, all six members sitting at the table, they were already talking comfortably and playing footsie, sharing secret smiles at how clueless their friends were.
But now, two weeks later, it’s not an accident. It’s anything except that, because Kyungsoo couldn’t forget the occurrence even if he tried. And if the first time wasn’t intentional, this time he’d make it be.
So he does what he’s been waiting to do for days now: With the both of them kneeling on the bed, Jongin’s chest pressed to Kyungsoo’s back as he works Kyungsoo into hardness, Kyungsoo reaches down, searching for Jongin’s free hand secured on his waist, and guides it to his neck, his own hand closing around his and pressuring against his throat tentatively.
There’s an intake of breath, and Kyungsoo’s not sure if it belongs to him, Jongin, or both. He lets his head fall back onto Jongin’s shoulder, eyes falling shut, marveling at the way a shiver runs down his spine. He’d craved this for so long, imagined how it’d feel to have Jongin’s fingers closing around his neck again as he jerked himself off in the shower, holding his own breath and pretending it was Jongin.
He knows this is different from everything they’ve done before, dangerous too, but he hopes Jongin won’t shy away from it because ever since the night Jongin had accidently touched his neck like that he couldn’t think about anything else. He never really went far on his own, afraid he’d collapse if the slightest thing went wrong and no one would be there to save him, but now he has Jongin with him, and he wants to go all the way. If just the mere touch of Jongin’s fingers makes him tremble he can’t wait to find out how the actual experience will feel. He did his research and he’ll guide him if he has to; he’ll explain to him exactly how it’s done before he literally can’t say anything more, lungs burning for air.
Kyungsoo turns his head to the side then and kisses his way from Jongin’s jaw to his mouth, a silent plea. He can feel himself growing harder with the images playing behind his eyelids; the image of Jongin holding him down enough to block his air passage, the image of being controlled in an entirely new way.
“Hyung,” Jongin murmurs against his lips and attempts to drop his hold of Kyungsoo’s neck, but Kyungsoo keeps his hand in place. He alternates between pushing his hips back into Jongin’s crotch, Jongin’s dick sliding between his ass cheeks, and to the front, into Jongin’s loose fist. Jongin hisses. “Hyung, I’m not-“
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo breathes out, interrupting any kind of protest that might escape his lips, before nibbling on Jongin’s bottom lip. “Please.”
Silence fills the room. Kyungsoo can feel how tense Jongin is behind him, and he worries if he’s pushing it too far. This time, when Jongin tries to withdraw his hand from Kyungsoo’s grasp, Kyungsoo lets him, not intending to pressure him. Jongin’s other hand, the one previously wrapped around his cock, follows suit. Kyungsoo forces down the mild disappointment creeping up inside him. He’s about to apologize for making Jongin uncomfortable, when there are fingers resting on his hips again. Jongin maneuvers Kyungsoo around so they’re face to face, only to push him down until he’s lying on his back on the bed. He hovers over Kyungsoo, their foreheads almost touching due the proximity, Jongin’s bangs tickling him. They look straight into each other’s eyes.
“Are you sure?” Jongin asks.
Knots tie themselves in Kyungsoo’s stomach at the same time relief washes over him - excited about what might come and glad he didn’t ruin their night. He nods. He’s never been so sure of something before.
“You know that was an accident right? I didn’t mean-“
“I know,” Kyungsoo interrupts him again, knowing exactly what he’ll say. His voice drops to a whisper. “And I want this.”
Jongin seems to study him, possibly looking for any indication of hesitance, even when he’s the reluctant one.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” He says softly, and Kyungsoo’s heart skips a bit, emotions swirling inside him due how caring Jongin is.
Kyungsoo cups Jongin’s cheek, trying his best to be reassuring. “You’re not going to hurt me.” He tilts his head up, kissing Jongin briefly. He sees Jongin’s eyelids fluttering closed for a second, a soft sigh escaping his lips, and when they open again it’s evident that Jongin understands it; Jongin knows Kyungsoo trusts him.
Closing his eyes one more time, probably still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this is really what Kyungsoo wants, and that he’s agreeing, Jongin finally gives in. “Okay,” He says, and there’s want in his tone now, along with curiosity. Kyungsoo’s heart beats madly inside his chest.
Jongin rises to his knees in between Kyungsoo’s legs, his skin grazing against the inside of Kyungsoo’s thighs, and just then Kyungsoo realizes he’s still achingly hard, cock twitching when it brushes against Jongin’s. It pleases him to notice Jongin is as hard as he is.
He spreads his legs wider in invitation, knees bent, and Jongin curses under his breath, rushing to grab the lube on the bedside table.
With half-lidded eyes, Kyungsoo watches Jongin coat his fingers with the gel, anticipation running through his veins. A slicked finger circles his entrance, teasing, and before Kyungsoo, already panting, can tell Jongin to hurry up he pushes it all the way in. It’s not uncomfortable, there’s just the pleasurable relief of being filled. Jongin adds another. Kyungsoo moans lowly, clenching around the fingers, now a slight burn added to the mix of sensations, which doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. It should be embarrassing, the way he gets worked up with only Jongin’s fingers inside him, but he can’t bring himself to care; the only thing in his mind is how bad he wants Jongin now, after such a long time without touching him.
Jongin lets his fingers resting inside Kyungsoo for a moment before pulling them out, making Kyungsoo crave for the heat as soon as they’re gone. Then he slips them in again, repeating the process over and over. He creates a steady motion, scissoring them from time to time, loosening him up. Kyungsoo lifts his hips off the mattress impatiently, thighs trembling, and soon another finger joins the other two.
“Ah fuck,” Kyungsoo moans at the feeling of being stretched further. It hurts more than the first two fingers, but it doesn’t take long for him to adjust, bucking back into Jongin’s wrist in no time, wanting more than just Jongin’s fingers. “Come on,” He says breathlessly after a few more thrusts. “I’m ready.”
Jongin retreats his fingers, drawing out a hiss from Kyungsoo, and starts to coat his cock with the lube. Usually Kyungsoo would do it, loving the warmth and weight in his palm, but nothing is ordinary today. Kyungsoo’s eyes go dark as Jongin pumps his wrist to smear it around, watching how the head disappears in his fist for a second and then reappears, red and glistening. He gulps.
When Jongin is done he wipes his fingers on the sheets carelessly, and then he’s aligning himself with Kyungsoo, just the tip brushing against Kyungsoo’s entrance.
“I want you to hold onto my waist and don’t let go unless you start feeling unwell, okay?” Jongin instructs him, sounding so sure of what he’s doing that Kyungsoo ponders if Jongin did a research of his own. The thought makes his cock twitch. Kyungsoo nods, hands coming up to rest on Jongin’s hips. “It’ll be our signal… in case something happens.” Jongin continues, now hovering over Kyungsoo, one elbow propped near his head as his other hand wraps around the base of his cock, ready to push into Kyungsoo. “Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, hyung.”
And there it is again, that tenderness in Jongin’s voice that makes Kyungsoo’s heart flutter.
“I promise,” Kyungsoo says, a small smile threatening to break out on his face, but he hides it by kissing Jongin, open mouthed and dirty. His eyes fall half closed and he wriggles his hips a bit, encouraging. “Now fuck me.”
And with an understanding nod of the head Jongin finally slips inside agonizingly slow. Kyungsoo arches off the bed, gasping as he feels every inch of Jongin’s dick entering him, hot and slick and delicious. Jongin lets out a moan of his own, now both hands resting on either side of Kyungsoo’s head, fisting the sheets as heat involves him and he tries not to hurt Kyungsoo. He lets Kyungsoo adjust to his size, half lying on top of him completely still for a while, until Kyungsoo signalizes he’s ready.
Jongin pulls out almost completely before pushing in again, this time faster, and Kyungsoo cries out, legs wrapping around Jongin’s waist. Jongin repeats the motions, building a steady rhythm, the heels of Kyungsoo’s feet on his lower back helping him, and suddenly the room is ten times hotter.
Kyungsoo can feel Jongin’s breathing down his neck, face hidden on Kyungsoo’s shoulder as his hips move back and forth. Jongin bites into the skin, soothing it with a lick afterwards, and Kyungsoo throws his head back, giving more room for Jongin to work on. And that’s what Jongin does. He leaves hickeys all over the column of his throat until Kyungsoo is squirming, wanting more, much more.
It’s the only encouragement Jongin needs to make the first attempt. He brings a hand to Kyungsoo’s neck, and as soon as his palm presses down carefully over his Adam’s apple Kyungsoo clenches around him, whining and thrashing on the bed.
Jongin moans, the tightness around his cock too good, and he lets go of Kyungsoo, afraid he’d hurt him.
“Okay,” Kyungsoo starts breathlessly, tugging on Jongin’s hair so he can look at him. Then he searches for Jongin’s hand and places it on his neck again. “Do it like this.” He curves Jongin’s index finger and positions it right where chin meets throat, moving it up and down slowly, applying just enough pressure to cut his air off and not hurt him. It’s instant: he clenches around Jongin again, eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth open in a silent gasp. He feels his whole body starting to tingle, from head to toes, and he notices Jongin stopped moving, mesmerized by the bliss expressed on Kyungsoo’s face.
After a few seconds Kyungsoo lets go of his hand and air rushes back into his lungs.
“Fuck,” He moans, chest heaving, wide eyes directed at Jongin. “Do it like that, Jongin, please.” He fists Jongin’s hair in order to bring him down and kiss him, hips rolling so Jongin would start moving again. “Please do it for me, please.”
And Kyungsoo begs so well Jongin would be crazy to deny him.
He sits back, lifts one of Kyungsoo’s legs up to his shoulder, and thrusts in again. The change of angle makes Kyungsoo mewl, Jongin going deeper inside him as he leans forward again, almost bending Kyungsoo in half. Kyungsoo’s other leg falls from Jongin’s waist to the mattress, Kyungsoo’s thighs shaking too much to keep it up anymore. Jongin snaps his hips harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room, and when he looks down at Kyungsoo, head thrown back again in invitation, Jongin groans and does exactly what Kyungsoo just showed him; the pressure of his finger prevents air from reaching Kyungsoo’s lungs.
Kyungsoo’s drags his nails into Jongin’s hip hard, and it’s obvious by the way Jongin’s face twists that it hurts, but Kyungsoo can’t help himself. Jongin only moans, letting Kyungsoo cling to him, and picks up his pace, fucking Kyungsoo faster and faster, doing his best not to squeeze his throat too much.
Kyungsoo’s hyperaware of everything surrounding him, oversensitive to every touch; the frantic slide of Jongin’s cock, its pulsing; his own heart pounding, Jongin’s grip on his thigh, the sound of Jongin’s moans, the delicious burn in his gut and the desperate need to release. He’s getting lightheaded, colorful spots dancing in his vision, and he wants to scream, tell Jongin how good it feels, meet his thrusts, but he can’t. He’s weak, the tips of his fingers tingling, and he can only lie there in completely surrender to Jongin’s control.
Just when he thinks he’s going delirious with pleasure and lack of oxygen Jongin lets go.
Kyungsoo coughs, tears gathering on the corner of his eyes from the almost unbearable stimulation.
“Are you okay?” Jongin asks, concern masking lust. “Open your eyes, hyung.”
Kyungsoo nods, eyelids fluttering open, and he’s only vaguely aware of how he must look. He takes a deep breath before speaking. “Yeah, fine. Again, Jongin… again,” He pleads, voice beginning to turn hoarse, but he’s not concerned about the consequences of it, not right now when he just needs Jongin to choke him again.
Only after guaranteeing Kyungsoo is indeed well and not about to pass out the pressure on his trachea is back. This time Jongin presses harder, more confident, and also determined to make Kyungsoo come, and Kyungsoo relishes in the sensations running through his whole body, effects surging faster.
It doesn’t take long for him to feel his orgasm uncoiling, his balls tightening, and he’s so, so close his head spins and there’s a ringing in his ears and he barely manages to wrap a hand around Jongin’s wrist to disconnect his hand from his throat so he can breathe again. And when he does, the air entering his lungs too quick and in big quantity, he comes so hard and long he finally does shout, come landing all over his chest without either of them touching his cock. He clenches impossibly tight around Jongin’s cock, and if that doesn’t make him spill inside Kyungsoo then the expression on Kyungsoo’s face when he comes certainly does.
Jongin milks out both of their orgasms, panting, until every drop is shed and his knees give out. He collapses on the bed next to Kyungsoo, pulling out of him carefully before shifting to a more comfortable position.
“God that was amazing,” Kyungsoo breathes out, voice husky, energy completely drained. The memory of him shouting when he came comes back to him, too vivid, and he blushes and prays no one heard him. Jongin hums in agreement and scoots closer, hand coming up to massage Kyungsoo’s neck.
“Did I hurt you?” Jongin asks.
It is a little sore, and Kyungsoo’s almost certain there will be bruises tomorrow, but he concludes that he doesn’t mind. “No, I’m fine.”He replies instead, and it’s not far from the truth.
They stay like that until their limbs stop trembling and their breathing come back to normal, Kyungsoo’s taking longer. What breaks the silence is Jongin’s low chuckle.
Kyungsoo looks at him, confused. “What?”
“You’re so weird, hyung,” Jongin says, a teasing smile on his lips. Kyungsoo slaps a hand on Jongin’s stomach, the sound of it alone painful. Jongin grunts, rubbing the reddening skin to soothe the pain, and it’s Kyungsoo’s turn to smile.
“You should try it next time, you’d be surprised by how good it feels,” Kyungsoo tells him as he finally gathers enough strength to wipe his torso with the already stained sheet. When he’s relatively clean he turns on his side and gives Jongin a peck on the lips, throwing an arm around Jongin’s waist afterwards.
“Yeah, maybe I will,” Jongin replies against his lips, tangling their legs. Kyungsoo sighs contentedly, and hide his face on Jongin’s chest despite the sweat sticking to their skin.
Soon sleep overcomes them and the last thought on Kyungsoo’s mind before he drifts off is how lucky he is to have Jongin, to be able to share these things with him. And that maybe it would be nice to have his hands wrapped around Jongin’s neck in the near future.
But now it’s not an accident. Kyungsoo reaches down, searching for Jongin’s hand secured on his waist, and guides it to his neck, his own hand closing around his and pressuring against his throat tentatively.
Warning: breathplay
A/N: i had to
The first time it happened was an accident, an unintentional touch that set something inside Kyungsoo that he himself wasn’t aware he had it in him.
Jongin had him pinned against the wall of their bedroom, knee between his thighs as they kissed ardently, all thoughts of rest erased from their minds and replaced by pure lust. It had been days since they last touched each other like this, one always finding the other fast asleep after a tiring day full of schedules, or in the other members’ presence, so when the first opportunity appeared and they realized they were completely alone, only one second of realization passed between them before they reached for each other, need taking control of their actions.
It was rushed, their tongues entangled as hands roamed everywhere, trying to get rid of clothes as fast as they could.
Jongin shrugged Kyungsoo’s jacket off of his frame, throwing it somewhere on the floor and leaving him in his wife beater. His hand came up to his bare shoulder, feeling the warm skin, before moving to the back of his neck, thumb pressing against Kyungsoo’s Adam’s apple and rubbing slightly. Kyungsoo’s breathing quickened, heat spreading through his whole body, arching against Jongin.
Driven by the touch, Kyungsoo let his hand travel down from Jongin’s biceps to his sides until he reached his lower back. He lifted the shirt a bit, searching for the waistband of his pants, and when found his fingers slipped inside easily. He squeezed, nails digging into the flesh, bringing them impossibly closer. As soon as their erections brushed together the friction made Jongin’s knees buckle, and instinctively his thumb pressed down on Kyungsoo’s throat, a reflex to hold onto something.
It lasted two seconds, maybe even one, but it was enough to make Kyungsoo’s skin tingle with something he later realized to be desire when his oxygen was cut off. Kyungsoo gasped inside Jongin’s mouth, obviously taken aback, and Jongin immediately froze, retreating his hand as if he’d been burned. They separated, looking at each other with wide eyes - lust in Kyungsoo’s and panic in Jongin’s.
There was nothing constricting Kyungsoo’s air passage then, but he felt breathless, chest rising up and down both from the adrenaline and from arousal. He wasn’t sure what just happened exactly, but he was harder than when they started, and he knew he’d liked it.
Before Kyungsoo could say anything (not that he had something in mind), Junmyeon was calling him from the kitchen in a reminder to help with dinner, and thankfully breaking the tension between them.
Jongin stepped back, eyes darting everywhere but Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sighed, running an exasperated hand through his hair in order to make it look presentable, and the other fanning his undoubtedly flushed face.
“I’m coming!” He yelled so Junmyeon wouldn’t come looking for him, and then willed himself to think about anything but the warmth of Jongin’s fingers. “I have to go.” He turned to Jongin, who had walked to his drawer and was fishing for his pajamas, probably planning to take a much needed cold shower.
“Okay,” He replied, pushing the drawer closed with his hip before turning around to finally look at Kyungsoo. “I’ll be out in a bit.”
Kyungsoo nodded, and taking a deep breath he exited the room.
They never talked about it, maybe out of fear of ruining what they had due a careless action or simply embarrassment. But things were far from awkward; after Jongin’s shower and dinner was ready, all six members sitting at the table, they were already talking comfortably and playing footsie, sharing secret smiles at how clueless their friends were.
But now, two weeks later, it’s not an accident. It’s anything except that, because Kyungsoo couldn’t forget the occurrence even if he tried. And if the first time wasn’t intentional, this time he’d make it be.
So he does what he’s been waiting to do for days now: With the both of them kneeling on the bed, Jongin’s chest pressed to Kyungsoo’s back as he works Kyungsoo into hardness, Kyungsoo reaches down, searching for Jongin’s free hand secured on his waist, and guides it to his neck, his own hand closing around his and pressuring against his throat tentatively.
There’s an intake of breath, and Kyungsoo’s not sure if it belongs to him, Jongin, or both. He lets his head fall back onto Jongin’s shoulder, eyes falling shut, marveling at the way a shiver runs down his spine. He’d craved this for so long, imagined how it’d feel to have Jongin’s fingers closing around his neck again as he jerked himself off in the shower, holding his own breath and pretending it was Jongin.
He knows this is different from everything they’ve done before, dangerous too, but he hopes Jongin won’t shy away from it because ever since the night Jongin had accidently touched his neck like that he couldn’t think about anything else. He never really went far on his own, afraid he’d collapse if the slightest thing went wrong and no one would be there to save him, but now he has Jongin with him, and he wants to go all the way. If just the mere touch of Jongin’s fingers makes him tremble he can’t wait to find out how the actual experience will feel. He did his research and he’ll guide him if he has to; he’ll explain to him exactly how it’s done before he literally can’t say anything more, lungs burning for air.
Kyungsoo turns his head to the side then and kisses his way from Jongin’s jaw to his mouth, a silent plea. He can feel himself growing harder with the images playing behind his eyelids; the image of Jongin holding him down enough to block his air passage, the image of being controlled in an entirely new way.
“Hyung,” Jongin murmurs against his lips and attempts to drop his hold of Kyungsoo’s neck, but Kyungsoo keeps his hand in place. He alternates between pushing his hips back into Jongin’s crotch, Jongin’s dick sliding between his ass cheeks, and to the front, into Jongin’s loose fist. Jongin hisses. “Hyung, I’m not-“
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo breathes out, interrupting any kind of protest that might escape his lips, before nibbling on Jongin’s bottom lip. “Please.”
Silence fills the room. Kyungsoo can feel how tense Jongin is behind him, and he worries if he’s pushing it too far. This time, when Jongin tries to withdraw his hand from Kyungsoo’s grasp, Kyungsoo lets him, not intending to pressure him. Jongin’s other hand, the one previously wrapped around his cock, follows suit. Kyungsoo forces down the mild disappointment creeping up inside him. He’s about to apologize for making Jongin uncomfortable, when there are fingers resting on his hips again. Jongin maneuvers Kyungsoo around so they’re face to face, only to push him down until he’s lying on his back on the bed. He hovers over Kyungsoo, their foreheads almost touching due the proximity, Jongin’s bangs tickling him. They look straight into each other’s eyes.
“Are you sure?” Jongin asks.
Knots tie themselves in Kyungsoo’s stomach at the same time relief washes over him - excited about what might come and glad he didn’t ruin their night. He nods. He’s never been so sure of something before.
“You know that was an accident right? I didn’t mean-“
“I know,” Kyungsoo interrupts him again, knowing exactly what he’ll say. His voice drops to a whisper. “And I want this.”
Jongin seems to study him, possibly looking for any indication of hesitance, even when he’s the reluctant one.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” He says softly, and Kyungsoo’s heart skips a bit, emotions swirling inside him due how caring Jongin is.
Kyungsoo cups Jongin’s cheek, trying his best to be reassuring. “You’re not going to hurt me.” He tilts his head up, kissing Jongin briefly. He sees Jongin’s eyelids fluttering closed for a second, a soft sigh escaping his lips, and when they open again it’s evident that Jongin understands it; Jongin knows Kyungsoo trusts him.
Closing his eyes one more time, probably still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this is really what Kyungsoo wants, and that he’s agreeing, Jongin finally gives in. “Okay,” He says, and there’s want in his tone now, along with curiosity. Kyungsoo’s heart beats madly inside his chest.
Jongin rises to his knees in between Kyungsoo’s legs, his skin grazing against the inside of Kyungsoo’s thighs, and just then Kyungsoo realizes he’s still achingly hard, cock twitching when it brushes against Jongin’s. It pleases him to notice Jongin is as hard as he is.
He spreads his legs wider in invitation, knees bent, and Jongin curses under his breath, rushing to grab the lube on the bedside table.
With half-lidded eyes, Kyungsoo watches Jongin coat his fingers with the gel, anticipation running through his veins. A slicked finger circles his entrance, teasing, and before Kyungsoo, already panting, can tell Jongin to hurry up he pushes it all the way in. It’s not uncomfortable, there’s just the pleasurable relief of being filled. Jongin adds another. Kyungsoo moans lowly, clenching around the fingers, now a slight burn added to the mix of sensations, which doesn’t make it any less enjoyable. It should be embarrassing, the way he gets worked up with only Jongin’s fingers inside him, but he can’t bring himself to care; the only thing in his mind is how bad he wants Jongin now, after such a long time without touching him.
Jongin lets his fingers resting inside Kyungsoo for a moment before pulling them out, making Kyungsoo crave for the heat as soon as they’re gone. Then he slips them in again, repeating the process over and over. He creates a steady motion, scissoring them from time to time, loosening him up. Kyungsoo lifts his hips off the mattress impatiently, thighs trembling, and soon another finger joins the other two.
“Ah fuck,” Kyungsoo moans at the feeling of being stretched further. It hurts more than the first two fingers, but it doesn’t take long for him to adjust, bucking back into Jongin’s wrist in no time, wanting more than just Jongin’s fingers. “Come on,” He says breathlessly after a few more thrusts. “I’m ready.”
Jongin retreats his fingers, drawing out a hiss from Kyungsoo, and starts to coat his cock with the lube. Usually Kyungsoo would do it, loving the warmth and weight in his palm, but nothing is ordinary today. Kyungsoo’s eyes go dark as Jongin pumps his wrist to smear it around, watching how the head disappears in his fist for a second and then reappears, red and glistening. He gulps.
When Jongin is done he wipes his fingers on the sheets carelessly, and then he’s aligning himself with Kyungsoo, just the tip brushing against Kyungsoo’s entrance.
“I want you to hold onto my waist and don’t let go unless you start feeling unwell, okay?” Jongin instructs him, sounding so sure of what he’s doing that Kyungsoo ponders if Jongin did a research of his own. The thought makes his cock twitch. Kyungsoo nods, hands coming up to rest on Jongin’s hips. “It’ll be our signal… in case something happens.” Jongin continues, now hovering over Kyungsoo, one elbow propped near his head as his other hand wraps around the base of his cock, ready to push into Kyungsoo. “Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, hyung.”
And there it is again, that tenderness in Jongin’s voice that makes Kyungsoo’s heart flutter.
“I promise,” Kyungsoo says, a small smile threatening to break out on his face, but he hides it by kissing Jongin, open mouthed and dirty. His eyes fall half closed and he wriggles his hips a bit, encouraging. “Now fuck me.”
And with an understanding nod of the head Jongin finally slips inside agonizingly slow. Kyungsoo arches off the bed, gasping as he feels every inch of Jongin’s dick entering him, hot and slick and delicious. Jongin lets out a moan of his own, now both hands resting on either side of Kyungsoo’s head, fisting the sheets as heat involves him and he tries not to hurt Kyungsoo. He lets Kyungsoo adjust to his size, half lying on top of him completely still for a while, until Kyungsoo signalizes he’s ready.
Jongin pulls out almost completely before pushing in again, this time faster, and Kyungsoo cries out, legs wrapping around Jongin’s waist. Jongin repeats the motions, building a steady rhythm, the heels of Kyungsoo’s feet on his lower back helping him, and suddenly the room is ten times hotter.
Kyungsoo can feel Jongin’s breathing down his neck, face hidden on Kyungsoo’s shoulder as his hips move back and forth. Jongin bites into the skin, soothing it with a lick afterwards, and Kyungsoo throws his head back, giving more room for Jongin to work on. And that’s what Jongin does. He leaves hickeys all over the column of his throat until Kyungsoo is squirming, wanting more, much more.
It’s the only encouragement Jongin needs to make the first attempt. He brings a hand to Kyungsoo’s neck, and as soon as his palm presses down carefully over his Adam’s apple Kyungsoo clenches around him, whining and thrashing on the bed.
Jongin moans, the tightness around his cock too good, and he lets go of Kyungsoo, afraid he’d hurt him.
“Okay,” Kyungsoo starts breathlessly, tugging on Jongin’s hair so he can look at him. Then he searches for Jongin’s hand and places it on his neck again. “Do it like this.” He curves Jongin’s index finger and positions it right where chin meets throat, moving it up and down slowly, applying just enough pressure to cut his air off and not hurt him. It’s instant: he clenches around Jongin again, eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth open in a silent gasp. He feels his whole body starting to tingle, from head to toes, and he notices Jongin stopped moving, mesmerized by the bliss expressed on Kyungsoo’s face.
After a few seconds Kyungsoo lets go of his hand and air rushes back into his lungs.
“Fuck,” He moans, chest heaving, wide eyes directed at Jongin. “Do it like that, Jongin, please.” He fists Jongin’s hair in order to bring him down and kiss him, hips rolling so Jongin would start moving again. “Please do it for me, please.”
And Kyungsoo begs so well Jongin would be crazy to deny him.
He sits back, lifts one of Kyungsoo’s legs up to his shoulder, and thrusts in again. The change of angle makes Kyungsoo mewl, Jongin going deeper inside him as he leans forward again, almost bending Kyungsoo in half. Kyungsoo’s other leg falls from Jongin’s waist to the mattress, Kyungsoo’s thighs shaking too much to keep it up anymore. Jongin snaps his hips harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room, and when he looks down at Kyungsoo, head thrown back again in invitation, Jongin groans and does exactly what Kyungsoo just showed him; the pressure of his finger prevents air from reaching Kyungsoo’s lungs.
Kyungsoo’s drags his nails into Jongin’s hip hard, and it’s obvious by the way Jongin’s face twists that it hurts, but Kyungsoo can’t help himself. Jongin only moans, letting Kyungsoo cling to him, and picks up his pace, fucking Kyungsoo faster and faster, doing his best not to squeeze his throat too much.
Kyungsoo’s hyperaware of everything surrounding him, oversensitive to every touch; the frantic slide of Jongin’s cock, its pulsing; his own heart pounding, Jongin’s grip on his thigh, the sound of Jongin’s moans, the delicious burn in his gut and the desperate need to release. He’s getting lightheaded, colorful spots dancing in his vision, and he wants to scream, tell Jongin how good it feels, meet his thrusts, but he can’t. He’s weak, the tips of his fingers tingling, and he can only lie there in completely surrender to Jongin’s control.
Just when he thinks he’s going delirious with pleasure and lack of oxygen Jongin lets go.
Kyungsoo coughs, tears gathering on the corner of his eyes from the almost unbearable stimulation.
“Are you okay?” Jongin asks, concern masking lust. “Open your eyes, hyung.”
Kyungsoo nods, eyelids fluttering open, and he’s only vaguely aware of how he must look. He takes a deep breath before speaking. “Yeah, fine. Again, Jongin… again,” He pleads, voice beginning to turn hoarse, but he’s not concerned about the consequences of it, not right now when he just needs Jongin to choke him again.
Only after guaranteeing Kyungsoo is indeed well and not about to pass out the pressure on his trachea is back. This time Jongin presses harder, more confident, and also determined to make Kyungsoo come, and Kyungsoo relishes in the sensations running through his whole body, effects surging faster.
It doesn’t take long for him to feel his orgasm uncoiling, his balls tightening, and he’s so, so close his head spins and there’s a ringing in his ears and he barely manages to wrap a hand around Jongin’s wrist to disconnect his hand from his throat so he can breathe again. And when he does, the air entering his lungs too quick and in big quantity, he comes so hard and long he finally does shout, come landing all over his chest without either of them touching his cock. He clenches impossibly tight around Jongin’s cock, and if that doesn’t make him spill inside Kyungsoo then the expression on Kyungsoo’s face when he comes certainly does.
Jongin milks out both of their orgasms, panting, until every drop is shed and his knees give out. He collapses on the bed next to Kyungsoo, pulling out of him carefully before shifting to a more comfortable position.
“God that was amazing,” Kyungsoo breathes out, voice husky, energy completely drained. The memory of him shouting when he came comes back to him, too vivid, and he blushes and prays no one heard him. Jongin hums in agreement and scoots closer, hand coming up to massage Kyungsoo’s neck.
“Did I hurt you?” Jongin asks.
It is a little sore, and Kyungsoo’s almost certain there will be bruises tomorrow, but he concludes that he doesn’t mind. “No, I’m fine.”He replies instead, and it’s not far from the truth.
They stay like that until their limbs stop trembling and their breathing come back to normal, Kyungsoo’s taking longer. What breaks the silence is Jongin’s low chuckle.
Kyungsoo looks at him, confused. “What?”
“You’re so weird, hyung,” Jongin says, a teasing smile on his lips. Kyungsoo slaps a hand on Jongin’s stomach, the sound of it alone painful. Jongin grunts, rubbing the reddening skin to soothe the pain, and it’s Kyungsoo’s turn to smile.
“You should try it next time, you’d be surprised by how good it feels,” Kyungsoo tells him as he finally gathers enough strength to wipe his torso with the already stained sheet. When he’s relatively clean he turns on his side and gives Jongin a peck on the lips, throwing an arm around Jongin’s waist afterwards.
“Yeah, maybe I will,” Jongin replies against his lips, tangling their legs. Kyungsoo sighs contentedly, and hide his face on Jongin’s chest despite the sweat sticking to their skin.
Soon sleep overcomes them and the last thought on Kyungsoo’s mind before he drifts off is how lucky he is to have Jongin, to be able to share these things with him. And that maybe it would be nice to have his hands wrapped around Jongin’s neck in the near future.