Chocolate Skin
Chocolate Skin | theblobmaster | R | KaiYeol | Fluffy frotting?? | 1.982
a/n: written for this prompt at exopromptmeme.
so i couldn't sleep and then decided to fill this prompt instead. i apologies for any mistakes. i'll check them through later when i get back from work. also i hope it's at least somewhat near what you wanted. i know it said fluff but my sleep deprived brain wanted to write it smutty. i hope you get another fill too because it's a delicious prompt and i was the anon who said i had thought about writing something like that since forever.
It’s dark in the dorm as JongIn waddles out into the kitchen for a cup of water. He had woken up and couldn’t sleep despite trying his hardest. The silence that envelops the dorm is always a little off-putting at first, JongIn never really got used to it, before he welcomed silence but now it didn’t seem like home without some kind of sound. The sound of people he had come more and more to think about as family and less of like strangers.
He grabs a glass from the cupboard and fills it so it’s bordering on spilling with cold water from the tap, leaning against the counter he starts to sip it slowly. For once there’s no need to rush to bed again and try to sleep so he can be fresh for the schedule tomorrow. They’ve been promised a day off and JongIn is fully determined on using it on nothing at all.
A few had gone home for the night, home to see their families and spend a little time with them. Others had gone out with friends they hadn’t seen in a long time. JongIn had stayed in ordering a bucket of chicken, sitting in front of the TV and watched cartoons in his pajamas. As far as he knew no one was coming back except for those already in their beds soundly asleep.
Time ticked by and JongIn finished with his glass of water leisurely, automatically putting it in the dishwasher immediately after so not to get a scolding from KyungSoo if MinSeok didn’t get to it first. He wouldn’t, he was sleeping at home today. Lazily JongIn pushes himself away from the counter and is about to head to his bed again when he hears someone code in the door key, he freezes and stares horrified at the door because what if it was one of the saesangs that had gotten a hold of the code?
The door opens and an obviously drunk ChanYeol stumbles through it, clutching to the sides as he takes off his shoes trying to be quiet but not really succeeding. His grip slips when he tries to close it and if it hadn’t been for JongIn's quick reflexes the older would’ve sprawled all over the floor and their shoes. It doesn’t seem to register at first that someone is holding him up, slightly blinking confused and dumb up at JongIn’s face before he latches on to JongIn completely. Using the younger as leverage to hold himself up and straight.
With the slurred intensity only a drunk person can have, he stares almost mesmerized at JongIn. The door to the hallway is still open, letting the yellow lightning shine in hitting JongIn in a stripe. ChanYeol hiccups before he starts to giggle, his whole body shaking with vibrations and JongIn has a hard time holding them both up straight. “Jong-” He’s interrupted by a little hiccup that seems to delight him as a new set of giggles runs through him. “JongInnie. Skin ish evan darhker.” It’s slurred and JongIn’s ears have been half closed for a long time, knowing he’ll have no use for whatever his hyung says in his drunken stupor but he hears the last part and a small frown appears on his face.
A long time ago his skin color annoyed him, but he got over it. ChanYeol has just been saying it a lot lately, constantly pointing it out no matter in public or private and JongIn can’t help but wonder why? At first he didn’t put much thought in it, but then it kept on coming and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. It doesn’t feel stabbing when ChanYeol says it but JongIn can’t figure out why it keeps on being mentioned. He knows he shouldn’t let it get to him but it hurts. ChanYeol is someone he really wants to be comfortable with, someone he rather adores and has a hard time hiding it at times. So even if there’s no bite or hate to it when the older says it, it hurts because JongIn knows that dark skin isn’t desirable in Korea and he really wants to be desirable to ChanYeol.
Lost in his thoughts JongIn doesn’t notice ChanYeol leaning down; slowly backing them towards the entrance wall. It’s only when his back collides with it that he focuses on ChanYeol again. The stare has grown more intense now focused on his lips, pupils so wide they’re almost black lock with his for a split second before soft lips presses desperately against his. His mind blacks out for a second, not quite catching up to the insistent press against his mouth or the body pining him to the wall. Hesitantly he starts to kiss back, parting his lips slightly so he can capture ChanYeol’s better and he gets rewarded by a low appreciative groan.
“Fuck. JongIn. JongIn.” ChanYeol pants into his neck, tongue licking at his jugular vein. “Wanna lick you all over.” He throws his head back when ChanYeol starts to suck on a spot right below his ear, licking up to nibble on his earlobe. “See if it tastes like chocolate. Milk chocolate. Favorite. Mine.” It’s all very slurry and JongIn’s head is spinning from where ChanYeol is laving at his skin like it’s his favorite thing in the world. Two big hands with rough fingertips find their way under his sleeping shirt slowly pulling it up to bunch under his arms. ChanYeol is constantly raving about chocolate and JongIn has a hard time understanding the connection but ChanYeol’s lips and tongue on his skin feels like heaven and he can’t get himself to stop the other.
Urgently he has to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning out loud when ChanYeol’s tongue and teeth find his right nipple teasing and licking. “So good. Taste so good.” ChanYeol mumbles against it and JongIn’s hips bucks. He had forgone underwear after his bath and the fabric teasing over the hot skin of his erection is unbearable. Pushing at his hyung’s shoulders he manages to get ChanYeol to stop sucking and licking all over his chest. The door gets closed with a tiny kick of his foot and then he’s leading ChanYeol further into the apartment. KyungSoo is home tonight so they have the room completely for themselves and JongIn counts that as luck being on their side. With a soft push he has ChanYeol splayed on his bed, eyes wide and mouth open as he pants softly.
Quickly he strips himself of the shirt and then starts to work on ChanYeol’s clothes, because no matter what he won’t be sleeping with his street clothes on. It’s a bit of a feat getting it all off, ChanYeol isn’t the most coordinated person alive and being drunk doesn’t improve it quite the opposite really but after a fight against skinny jeans JongIn has ChanYeol only in his underwear underneath him on his bed. With his elbows on each side of ChanYeol’s head he leans down and kisses the older again. Softly, taking his time to enjoy it because this might not be something he’ll get again and he feels a little stab of guilt at the thought that he might be taking advantage of his hyung.
He can’t seem to care much because ChanYeol’s lips against his is heaven and the nib softly at his own small moans and groans released into his mouth as he licks his way in. ChanYeol tastes like beer and chicken, not JongIn’s preferred taste in kissing partners but he’ll take what he can get. Time seems to stop a bit as JongIn loses himself in ChanYeol’s kiss. He kisses like he is, a bit lazy but still full of vigor and JongIn can’t seem to get enough of it.
The hands are back, rubbing up and down along the lines of his back, pressing in when ChanYeol feels especially good. With a roll of his hips JongIn grinds down eliciting a particular loud moan from ChanYeol that arches up into the touch, head thrown back in pleasure. Before JongIn can capture those perfect lips again, ChanYeol latches onto his neck. He sucks on JongIn’s Adams apple, his hips trying to meet JongIn’s with each thrust down he makes.
It’s not long before he can feel the curl of an orgasm. The sensation of friction on his erection, ChanYeol’s hands and his lips and tongue too much and with a stutter of ChanYeol’s name he comes in his pajama bottoms.
Shifting himself so his knee is pressing against ChanYeol’s straining bulge, he finds ChanYeol’s lips and kisses him like it’s the last chance he has and he is almost convinced that it will be. It doesn’t take much for ChanYeol to come. Spilling into his briefs with a deep groan that JongIn is sure will haunt him for many months to come.
They’re both panting heavily and JongIn can see the sky starting to light up. Gathering all his willpower he tries to get up so he can get them some new underwear at least to wear, but as soon as ChanYeol feels him moving his arms latches onto his middle and pulls him down so he’s lying on ChanYeol’s chest. Sleepily the older mumbles, “No, my chocolate.” and promptly falls asleep still holding on tight to JongIn. Resigning to his destiny of the night JongIn let’s himself be lulled back to sleep by ChanYeol’s heartbeat.
His backside is freezing while his front is burning up, slightly confused JongIn wakes up. Eyes blinking blearily as he tries to get up but finds that he can’t. Panicked he starts to trash around a bit, stopping when he hears a groan from beneath him and then the memories of last night floods his brain. Even more panicked he tries to pry ChanYeol arms around him off but to no avail the older holds on strong. “Ugh. Stop moving JongIn. I have a massive headache man.”
The younger stops immediately when he hears his name, that means ChanYeol remembers last night, that means he’ll get chewed out in a moment for taken advantage of his drunk hyung. As quietly and still as possible JongIn stays where he is, looking at ChanYeol’s face for when the anger is coming so he can run and hide in the bathroom, but it never comes instead ChanYeol gets this horrified, panicked face and stares right into JongIn’s eyes.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry JongIn. I didn’t mean to do that. I really didn’t. It’s just. I just.” He pauses seemingly at a loss for words. “I just couldn’t help myself. You looked so good with you mussed up sleep hair and the skin on your neck looked like the milk chocolate I love. And I’ve been thinking about if it tastes like it too. And then I was drunk and you were there and I just. I think I like you?”
Still positioned mostly on top of ChanYeol, JongIn isn’t sure what to do. That was a confession right? “Uhm. It’s alright, I think I like you too?” He whispers uncertainly and then stops and thinks. “Wait. Is the reason why you keep mentioning my skin tone because you think it looks like chocolate and wanted to lick it?” Something akin to embarrassment runs over ChanYeol’s features and he turns almost bashful with his trying-to-be-innocent-grin, “Yes?”
Softly hitting ChanYeol on the chest JongIn groans in relief and buries his face in ChanYeol’s neck. “You’re so goddamn stupid.” He whines and ChanYeol pats his head sympathetically. “Sorry?” He says and JongIn laughs at the very unapologetic tone “Wouldn’t have it any other way though.” The grin he gets in return makes him smile, that smile that SeHun always tells him makes him look like an idiot but JongIn is really happy and he can’t quite stop it.
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