birthday sex
Title: birthday sex
Pairing: Taewoon (Jiseok)/Kyung
Group: Block B/SPEED
Rating: NC-17 most hardcore NC17 thing i have ever written omg
Notes: 5K OF SOLID BIRTHDAY SEX I MEAN BIRTHDAY BJS I MEAN THERE IS FACE SITTING THIS IS PWP LIKE I HAVE NEVER PWPED BEFORE ok ur warned. for kyung's bday which was like weeks ago and i was almost done by his bday and then shit happened and here i am
Summary: What it says on the tin. The best part of a birthday is the presents.
Jiseok texts Kyung sometime around 10 PM, Don’t get too drunk or I won’t suck you off when you get home. He laughs at the joking threat because he knows Kyung will, and he wants to put the image in Kyung’s head for a couple hours, see if he can handle it with anything close to aplomb. Probably not. Kyung and soju don’t exactly make for the best impulse control, and he’s been testing that theory for the past three years.
The guys took Kyung out around 5, when they’d rested a little after the flight and the short stay of promotions in Japan, so Jiseok expects Kyung to be a little bit more gone than normal. Kyung doesn’t text back at all, which is worrying in its own way, if only because it means Kyung probably dropped his phone in beer again, or he’s too gone to type a response.
Jiseok rolls around in bed for a while, trying to work on some lyrics for more SPEED songs, but he can’t concentrate. He wanted to go out with all of Kyung’s friends, but there’s something a little awkward about going out with your boyfriend and his friends, one of whom happens to be your little brother. Especially if your boyfriend was, without a doubt, going to get drunk and therefore handsy, and probably going to do something embarrassing like suggest he “accompany” you to the toilet and try to give you a blow job that ended in a trip to the hospital, like last year.
Jiseok groans and rolls until his face is pressed into his pillow. He needs to not think about that right now. He possibly needs to never think about that again.
There’s the ping of the front door lock and the rise and fall of soft voices out in the corridor. Jiseok spins and sits up, feeling a little dizzy from the sudden blood rush. Blood doesn’t seem to know where to go in his body, up to his head or down to pool in his groin, quick in the draw. He hasn’t seen Kyung in? it’s probably been over a week, probably closer to two.
And it’s Kyung’s birthday which means special.
He hurries into the corridor to see Jiho propping up a little legless Kyung, who seems to be struggling to take off one of his trainers.
“-s’stuck,” Kyung mutters, a little slower than usual. He makes a disgruntled sound and tries to kick off his shoe, which does nothing but make him nearly slip out of Jiho’s grip. “U-ugh, why!”
Jiho hisses in discontent and props him up again. “Hold onto my shoulder,” he commands, before kneeling down to unlace the shoe further and slip it off.
“Hey,” Jiseok comes forward. Kyung looks up at him, and even though his gaze is glassy, it focuses well enough on Jiseok’s face. Kyung smiles, wide and bright, and Jiseok feels an answering smile pull at his lips. Some of the stress of the past couple of weeks eases from his heart at the sight and God, he’s a loser and totally lost in this.
Kyung reaches out for him and Jiseok takes his hand, the bones and soft skin familiar under his fingers. “I saw your camouflage earlier,” he smirks and Jiho laughs from underneath. The flush on Kyung’s cheeks deepens even further, though his smile doesn’t lessen. Jiho chucks the shoes near the shoe rack and stands, propping Kyung up with one hand when he begins to sway.
“‘Kay, cool, see you later,” Jiho chirps, something in his face saying he’s trying very hard not to think about what’s going to come next. “I’m gonna go stay at the dorm,” he says, when Kyung turns to watch him go. “Stay safe, kids!” he calls, a little too brightly and the door slams on his chuckle.
The silence of the apartment suddenly feels a little too pressing, the lack of his mother’s usual sounds making him all too aware of the space between their bodies. Kyung, though, just leans up against Jiseok, pressing his whole body into Jiseok’s chest. “Ugh, finally,” he says, wrapping his skinny arms around Jiseok’s waist and pressing in weakly, like he doesn’t have the strength or necessary effort to do any more.
Cigarette smoke clings to his hair and the faint scent of beer is obvious on his breath, but Jiseok doesn’t really care. He nuzzles close into Kyung’s space until he can press his nose into the crown of his head. Kyung’s arms tighten around him slightly, shifting him into that comfortable space where their limbs just seem to fit together perfectly.
Jiseok slips his hands down Kyung’s back and traces over the hot skin underneath his t-shirt. Kyung murmurs against his chest, something incomprehensible, and his fingers dig into Jiseok’s sides. A lick of heat starts at the base of Jiseok’s spine and makes him lean over, brush his lips over the shell of Kyung’s ear.
“So, birthday boy,” he murmurs in English, well aware of the effect of his deep voice on Kyung. Maybe Kyung should have never told him of that particular kink, but Jiseok is going to use it to its fullest advantage tonight. “What do you want to do?”
He kisses at the lobe of Kyung’s ear and then brings his mouth up to the top, bringing the curve of the top in between his teeth. Kyung moans lowly against his chest, a call for more that Jiseok can’t help but provide for.
“Hmm?” he whispers, kissing over the jump of Kyung’s pulse and tracing the taste of his skin to the upturned collar of his shirt. Kyung is grasping at his t-shirt and pressing up against him like he can’t get enough, but he’s not saying anything. “You gotta tell me what you really want, Kyung-ah, or I can’t give it to you.” He punctuates the last words by sliding his hands over the slope of Kyung’s ass, too exposed in a pair of frankly hideous basketball shorts.
Jiseok wonders how long they’ll take to get off. Seconds, if he’s lucky.
Kyung groans and gathers Jiseok’s shirt in his fists, sliding his hands under the fabric and against the hot skin of Jiseok’s back. He noses up at Jiseok’s throat, his height without lifts barely giving him room to lick at one of Jiseok’s collarbones. Breath hitching, Jiseok needs more of his lips on his skin, anywhere.
“Jiseok,” Kyung calls, desperation thick in his tone. His fingers are scrabbling at Jiseok’s skin, drawing thin stripes of heat down along his spine with his nails. Jiseok bucks against him, just slightly, wanting away from the slight pain and wanting more of it, more of Kyung.
Jiseok bites at Kyung’s jawline and then kisses at the spot when Kyung’s breath skips. “What, baby? What do you want?” Kyung smells so good underneath all of that smoke and beer, the outside world not able to cover the spice of his skin. Jiseok wants to nuzzle down into it and spend hours tasting his skin, but there’s not time right now, not when Kyung is already rutting against him.
Kyung lets go of his back and wraps his arms around Jiseok’s neck instead. “Pick me up, c’mon,” Kyung demands, standing up on his toes. His body strains against Jiseok’s, a hot, taut line up and he’s pulling at Jiseok’s neck like Jiseok can’t do this fast enough.
He’s easy to pick up, tiny compared to Jiseok and light as hell. Jiseok hefts him up with two hands under his skinny thighs. There’s no time to get concerned with that when Kyung is wrapping his legs around his waist, until the heat of his groin is pressing straight up against Jiseok’s erection.
Kyung moans and squirms against him, tightening his thighs in slight squeezes and Jiseok’s knees almost give out. “Oh,” he breathes, dropping one hand out to prop himself up against the wall when Kyung takes advantage of the new position to lick a fat stripe up his neck and bite at his jawline.
Kyung laughs, low in his chest and the sound rumbles through Jiseok’s skin. “C’mon, bedroom,” he orders again, dragging his fingers over into Jiseok’s hair and squeezing at the nape of his neck. “Jiseok, now, right now, c’mon, I can’t wa-“ his words peter out when Jiseok slides a hand under the waistband of his shorts and gropes the warm slope of his ass.
Breath hitching, he uses what little leverage he has to rock the hard line of his cock against Jiseok’s abs, wanting everything, wanting more. “Okay, okay, I got it,” Jiseok says, loving the way Kyung still squeezes against him in impatience, grumbling out commands even as Jiseok stumbles towards the bedroom.
He doesn’t like being ordered around, per se, but something about the thread of need under the commands clicks with something in him, beats his heart faster, sends his blood hot in his veins. Kyung can’t wait to have him and there’s something profoundly erotic about that. It hits him more than with his previous partners, who never seemed to reach this same level of want and who now seem to be more than mediocre in comparison.
“You’re so slow,” Kyung whines, nipping at his ear with sharp tugs. His hands yank at the neck of Jiseok’s t-shirt, pulling at the thin cotton until it stretches out over one shoulder and Kyung can slide his mouth there and latch on. Heat licks down Jiseok’s spine like the beginnings of a fever.
Jiseok was thinking of doing something a little slower, something nice and long and drawn-out for Kyung’s birthday (maybe he likes to make Kyung beg, just a little), but he puts that to rest. Kyung is pressing wet kisses over the slope of Jiseok’s neck and his thin chest is rising hard and fast against Jiseok’s. He wants to push him down already and take everything Kyung has on offer tonight.
They don’t make it to Jiseok’s room right away, though, because Kyung presses his drunkenly flushed face against Jiseok’s and starts to press small kisses over the slope of his cheeks. He hums, sounding satisfied when Jiseok loses his footing a little and slams them into the wall.
“Oh,” he says, a laugh startled out of him before he rolls his hips in tight circles against Jiseok’s. “Rough, okay, I like that,” he whispers, eyes closed and mouth lazily trying to find Jiseok’s.
Jiseok wants to apologize for roughing him, but Kyung finds his mouth first and presses a kiss there, and then another. They’re supposed to go to the bedroom but Jiseok can’t help but lick Kyung’s mouth open and into the dark warmth, into the taste of him. It’s easy to ruck him further up against the wall until their faces are more even and it’s easier to bite at his bottom lip, drawing it between his lips. Jiseok moans when Kyung sucks on his tongue, kissing him filthily and messy and like he doesn’t care about anything else.
Jiseok feels like his head is filled with cotton and he can’t focus on anything else but the hot press of Kyung’s body against his, the wetness of Kyung’s mouth against his. Kyung kisses slow, and they make out against the wall like that, erections trapped together between them but somehow too focused on their mouths for it to be important. Kyung bites at his lower lip, his tongue, and it’s messily wet and normally Jiseok would be on the edge of grossed out, but Kyung is pulling at him in turns, moaning lowly. His hands slip into Jiseok’s hair and pull, fingers caught at the crown, and his other hand snakes down Jiseok’s front. It takes him a while to find Jiseok’s nipples but when he locates them, it’s like a twist in the gut that goes straight down to his knees.
Jiseok ruts up helplessly, liking the way Kyung stutters and moans, letting go of Jiseok’s mouth so he can knock his head against the wall, just breathing. He’s mussed up, hair wild and lips bright from the kisses. The force of want that hits almost knocks Jiseok down.
They need a bed.
“C’mon, yeah,” Kyung says as Jiseok gathers him up again and stumbles into his bedroom. There’s a moment of confusion and then Jiseok is dumping Kyung on the bed, barely able to stand upright after. Kyung laughs as he bounces on the mattress and hooks one foot over Jiseok’s shoulder.
“Where are you going?” he asks, voice playful and low, before he tries to reel Jiseok back in.
His basketball shorts have slipped high up his pale thighs and Jiseok takes the opportunity to lean in and press his mouth there. The pale skin is so tempting and soft against his lips, he feels like a brute as he sucks the skin between his teeth, marking Kyung. But Kyung moans, his other leg wrapping around Jiseok’s waist again.
“Get down here,” Kyung says, trying to pull him back in. His feet slip off Jiseok’s shoulder and waist, though, and he groans in frustration. He’s just a little drunk and so needy. Jiseok catches one of his feet and traces a finger over the arch.
Kyung twists on the bed, trying to yank his foot away. “Ugh, Jiseok, not now,” he moans, hands bunching at the sheets. Jiseok laughs at him and traces light fingers over the soft spot under his knee.
Kyung makes an unintelligible noise and jerks in his grip. His face and chest are flushed from drink and desire and he’s so impatient. “Stop tickling me, you jerk. Get down here or I’m going to-“ Kyung threatens, dark eyes focusing on Jiseok’s face for a moment before he slips his hands down the front of his shorts.
Jiseok leans down and bites at Kyung’s calf muscle, a little sharply. “Don’t start yet,” he says, before pulling at Kyung’s socks.
“But I just want to-“ Kyung protests, hands not even stopping, before he’s silenced by Jiseok pulling at the bottom of his shorts.
“If you don’t stop, I can’t give you your birthday present,” Jiseok warns, waiting until Kyung arches up before he yanks off the basketball shorts.
Kyung’s eyes go bright at that. “Ooh, birthday present,” he mimics, though he goes quiet when Jiseok strips off his own shirt.
Jiseok smirks, feeling the awkwardness of nudity banished by the hunger clear in Kyung’s eyes. “Yes, your birthday present, which you can only get if you keep your hands off of your dick for five minutes.”
There’s a playful edge of warning to it, but Kyung rolls his eyes and pulls his hands out of his shorts to scratch impatiently at his lower stomach. He shoves down his shorts and kicks them away on his own, making Jiseok realize he’s just staring. “Five minutes is a long time,” he protests, spreading his legs and looking across at Jiseok through his lashes. He doesn’t have a lot of hair, which Jiseok likes, but his cock juts upwards over his stomach, red at the tip and full and waiting for Jiseok to duck down and press a kiss to it.
Kyung’s voice hitches higher when Jiseok does it. “Oh, is this-“
Jiseok surges upwards and licks at the mole on Kyung’s stomach, and then up further, biting at the soft skin until Kyung shuts up. Kyung’s knees bracket his hips and he’s already arching up, body searching for friction, but that’s not what Jiseok wants for tonight.
He slides a hand under Kyung’s lower back and pulls him up. “What are you doing?” Kyung cries, hands grasping at Jiseok’s shoulder and neck. He looks a little dizzy.
“Take off your shirt,” Jiseok says, skipping over his chest to nose over Kyung’s collarbones. He bites one, wondering if he should go higher or if Kyung would kill him. Birthday present, he thinks, so he kisses up the side of Kyung’s neck and nips at his pulse, Kyung’s breath hitching around a moan.
Kyung hums and awkwardly pulls the shirt over his head while Jiseok rolls over onto the other side of the bed and starts to arrange the pillows. “What are you doing?” Kyung asks again, a bit mussily, before he drops his shirt to the floor and looks over.
Jiseok smiles, wicked and bright. “C’mere,” he beckons Kyung to crawl over him where he’s sprawled on the bed. Kyung spreads himself over the span of his chest until his knees are digging into Jiseok’s armpits. It feels great, the electric feel of skin on skin, but Jiseok wants him further up.
“No, further,” he instructs, pulling at Kyung until he’s arranged in the right place, right above Jiseok’s face.
Kyung is breathing hard now, and there’s a little dribble of precum at the tip of his dick. The blush from before has spread all the way down his chest and around his dusky nipples. Jiseok wishes he could push up and take them in his mouth, lick them hard and have Kyung crying for him, but they have time for that later.
“What are you-?” Kyung asks, breathless. His knees press in at either side of Jiseok’s temples and that’s another desire for another day, to press Kyung into the bed and suck him off while his thighs clench helplessly around his ears.
Jiseok drags his hands down Kyung’s back, scoring the skin a little in his haste, until he has a handful of Kyung’s ass in his hands. “I think you know,” he teases, finger slipping between the cheeks until he can press teasingly at the pucker between.
“What? No, I don’t, Jiseok,” Kyung whines, voice on the edge of unintelligible. He shifts restlessly on Jiseok’s chest. “Please, can we-“
“Sit up,” Jiseok says, pushing at the backs of Kyung’s thighs until he’s braced above him. Even with one hand on the wall, his knees are shaking and he looks so turned on he’s going to fall over at any moment. The pillows are set at the perfect place for him to guide Kyung forward until his cock swipes over Jiseok’s lips.
“Okay, okay,” Kyung agrees, bracing the other hand on the wall as well. His pupils look blown, overwhelmed. Jiseok’s heart feels like it’s going to beat out his chest. He guides Kyung further up, until Jiseok can lick over the curve of his cock, one hand keeping Kyung in place and the other cupping his balls, rubbing them.
Kyung is always a little easy when it comes to blow jobs, but he seems overwhelmed at this, even with Jiseok messily making his cock wet and swiping over the top with one blunt finger. He guides Kyung into his mouth and sucks at the head, mouth watering at the slightly bitter taste. The angle isn’t really right for Kyung to fuck his face like he hoped for, but Kyung isn’t complaining and neither can Jiseok.
Plus, the position is better in other ways, like controlling how Kyung jerks in his hands, and how his thighs tremble around Jiseok’s ears. The smell of his skin is deeper here, having been caught up under his clothes, and Jiseok can’t get enough of the musk. He wants to taste it, wants to taste over Kyung’s skin until he’s overwhelmed with it.
He doesn’t know what it is that makes him want this so much he’s almost writhing on the bed as well, wishing he could fuck Kyung at the same time he sucks him off, just to see what it would be like, the cries that Kyung would make. And it’s easier to slide his hands around the slight swell of Kyung’s ass and dig his fingers into the muscle, spreading the cheeks and sloping his hands down Kyung’s thighs. Every time he slips a finger over and into the damp, strong heat and against his entrance, Kyung shudders and moans and his hands scrabble at the wall.
“Jiseok, please,” he mumbles, a litany of pleading spilling from his lips. He jerks mindlessly in Jiseok’s hands as Jiseok wraps a hand over his dick and pulls. He sucks at the head, flicking his tongue against the slit like the way he knows will make Kyung go boneless and cry out. Arousal is already curling tight underneath Jiseok’s skin, and he really, really wants to fuck Kyung.
“Jiseok, I can’t-,” Kyung says, slipping a hand down to curl in the hair at Jiseok’s brow. “Wait, please,” he cries, a little sob at the end of it.
Jiseok lets the head slide out of his mouth, watching hungrily as it bobs against Kyung’s abdomen, still flushed and now slick with Jiseok’s mouth. It seems fat with arousal and he knows Kyung is so close. “What?” His voice is still rough. He wants to get back into it, but Kyung seems to have asked him to wait. Kyung’s legs are trembling in his hands.
Kyung looks down at him, dark eyes overwhelmed and face streaked with sweat. “I-I need to lie down,” he gasps, and a second later most of the strength goes out of his thighs. Jiseok isn’t prepared and Kyung’s bottom smacks against his chest, knocking the breath out of him.
“Oh, shit,” Jiseok gasps, trying to get his breath back.
Kyung sprawls backwards, one hand catching on Jiseok’s thigh and the other almost elbowing him in the balls. Jiseok winces and tries to sit up, but Kyung is taking longer to control himself. Jiseok needs a bigger bed.
“Unf, okay,” Jiseok says, pushing Kyung back from his aching chest for a moment so he can breathe. Kyung seems bewildered, although that changes to a wicked smirk a moment later when he slides backwards and presses up against Jiseok’s erection. He arranges himself until the head of his cock is nestled between his cheeks and wriggles, just a little.
“I knew you liked sucking my dick,” Kyung teases, reaching behind to stroke Jiseok, his small fingers quick over the rise of Jiseok’s dick.
Jiseok lets out an involuntary sound, but he’s on a mission and won’t be distracted. “Lie down, Kyung,” he orders as he tries to struggle upwards.
Kyung frowns and gives one last squeeze to his dick, but dutifully crawls off. They manage to untangle their limbs with Jiseok only once almost falling off the bed, but then Kyung is on his back with his knees around Jiseok’s head and yes, there it is.
Jiseok flicks his gaze up to Kyung's face, which is serene and unsuspecting. He sucks in a big breath and ducks down, lips pressing against the base of Kyung's cock, lips pursed. Laughter bubbles up his throat but he tamps it down and blows a wet raspberry over the sensitive skin. Kyung barks with a surprised laugh, knees tightening together to clamp his thighs around Jiseok's head.
His body is shaking with laughter tempered with desire, curled around Jiseok's head. "What the hell," Kyung laughs, breathless. His cock seems fuller, the dark head thick and the vein on the underside already prominent. He's still giggling when Jiseok blows another raspberry into the sensitive skin in the curve of his thigh, but it turns into a low moan when Jiseok licks over the same spot. "Fucking shit," Kyung says softly, fingers tightening in Jiseok's hair. "Get back to it, please."
He mouths over Kyung’s cock, stroking it back to fullness, and then swallows him down, until that hot, sweet pressure is filling the top of his throat. Kyung moans above him and his thighs try to tighten around Jiseok’s head but there’s hardly any strength left in them. Kyung is clearly strung out, barely able to speak and hands grasping uselessly at Jiseok’s hair, pulling taut, asking for more.
He pushes Kyung’s hips down not he bed, feeling the low whine Kyung lets out through his throat and lips. It’s easier to work Kyung down this way, slick and overly wet, the heel of Kyung’s foot digging into the rise of Jiseok’s shoulder. Jiseok’s face is flushed and his body is hot, damp with sweat and he’s aching between his legs. All he can really see is Kyung and he just wants to get Kyung off, wants Kyung to cry out and arch underneath him.
“I’m- I’m gonna,” Kyung stutters out from above as Jiseok massages over his balls and rubs his thumb firmly at the soft skin right below them, mouth still sucking tightly at the head. Kyung starts to say something else but his words get caught up and the muscles in his stomach jump before he arches back and cries out, coming in thick, hot stripes over Jiseok’s lips and across his neck. After a long, tense moment, he collapses completely back on the bed.
Kyung looks down at him, face flushed red and eyelashes dipping low over his eyes, like he’s struggling not to just pass out. He’s still breathing hard and his hands are tight in Jiseok’s hair. His voice is completely wrecked when he finally speaks. “Jiseok, you-“ he says, blinking hard. Jiseok’s heart is slamming in his chest and he’s still achingly hard, but he doesn’t care. “You are the best boyfriend,” Kyung whispers, like it’s a secret. Like he’s still amazed, after all this time.
Jiseok grins, embarrassed and proud. “So you liked it?”
Kyung laughs, kicking lightly at Jiseok’s back from where his leg is still thrown over Jiseok’s shoulder. He looks so happy and Jiseok squeezes his thighs in his hands, liking the way Kyung squirms a little. “Don’t, you weirdo,” Kyung complains, his voice tipping high. “I just came really hard, you know?” he says, like Jiseok doesn’t know. A little curl of pride still forms in Jiseok’s heart at the words and the way Kyung grins.
“Now, get on your back,” Kyung commands, though his voice is starting to slip towards sleepy. “And I can try to do the thing.”
“Do the thing?” Jiseok teases, but instead of flopping backwards, crawls over Kyung’s body and gives him a sloppy, slightly dirty kiss. When he pulls back, Kyung has narrowed his eyes at him and he swipes lightly at Jiseok’s chest.
“Yes, do the thing, now lie on your back,” he says, but his serious tone is marred by a sleepy laugh at the end. He pushes Jiseok weakly over onto his side. “You’re so sweaty, don’t lie on me.”
“Okay, okay.” Jiseok flops onto his back and wriggles down to make himself comfortable on the bed.
Kyung tries to rise on his knees but doesn’t seem to have the strength, and he wobbles dangerously. Jiseok reaches out, trying to grab at him, but Kyung is too close to the edge and slips off the bed. There’s a thump on the floor and Jiseok looks over to see Kyung collapsed on the floor, head pressed into the side of the bed.
Laughter presses at his lips but he tries to keep it down. “Are you okay?” he asks, trying to reach out for one of Kyung’s arms.
Kyung looks up at him, pout pressed firmly into his lips. “I’m fine!” he says, but accepts Jiseok pulling him back onto the bed. Jiseok tries not to laugh but can’t help a little one escaping his lips.
Kyung collapses against Jiseok’s chest with a laugh, hands slipping along the sides of Jiseok’s chest and squeezing into the softness of his stomach. He presses messy kisses to Jiseok’s chest, skirts over his nipples with a soft mouth and delicate fingers, and then settles down between Jiseok’s legs.
Jiseok is already so hard, so close. Kyung, though normally great at this (amazing, if Jiseok could give it a rating), can’t seem to concentrate. He keeps giggling, licking over the head of Jiseok’s cock and wrapping a hand around the base to pull up, before laughing a little and needing to pull off. He massages over Jiseok’s balls and scratches over his hipbones with sharp fingers, making Jiseok groan, but his mouth is consistently occupied by laughter instead of by dick.
“What’s wrong with you?” Jiseok asks, after yet another time of Kyung needing to pull off the side of his dick because he’s giggling. Twisting his fingers into Kyung’s hair, he pulls Kyung up. Kyung’s eyes are slightly teary with laughter and he’s grinning, breathless.
“I- I don’t know!” Kyung laughs, crawling weakly up Jiseok’s body and collapsing on him with a thump. The pressure of his body against Jiseok’s hard cock is good, but provides not nearly enough friction. The want of before has transformed into something more like a need and Jiseok can’t help but rut up against Kyung’s hip, hand holding Kyung’s ass in place.
Kyung buries his hot face against Jiseok’s neck and wraps his hands around Jiseok’s shoulders. He hums and murmurs, “Yeah, okay, like that,” his body weakly pressing down against Jiseok, his thighs digging in on either side.
“You have nice thighs,” he murmurs, reaching down to stroke over the soft skin and up into the sensitive area on the inner side. Jiseok’s cock jumps at the teasing touch and he grinds up against Kyung’s body, breathing heavily, close.
Kyung is grinning lazily against Jiseok’s chest as he traces lightly over the skin, and the difference between his soft touch and the hot pressure of his body against Jiseok’s chest fucks with his mind.
He grasps at Kyung’s hips and slides against his body, jerking up into the damp heat. His orgasm curls around the edge of his body, swarming up into his mind and then Kyung bites his collarbone, pushing his hips down against Jiseok’s cock and then he’s coming. His whole body goes taut and he grasps at Kyung, holding him close, crushing him a little bit.
Kyung is whispering to him, unintelligible words of encouragement, his mouth lazily slick over Jiseok’s chest.
When Jiseok comes down, pleasure still beating around his body at the thump of his heart, Kyung slides off of him and curls up at his side. His damp head nestles into the curve of Jiseok’s arm and his breath is light over Jiseok’s skin.
Jiseok slides a hand through Kyung’s hair. He can barely surge up enough to press a soft kiss to the top of Kyung’s head before he collapses backwards in exhaustion.
“Happy Birthday,” he whispers, and Kyung nods sleepily against him.
“That was a good present. You’re a good boyfriend,” he says, a sleepy laugh at the end of his words. His hands slide around Jiseok’s chest and he seems already asleep before he speaks again. “The best.”
Jiseok hums in approval. “Not bad yourself.”
Kyung’s shoulders shake in a little, almost-asleep laugh.
END
A/N: what is my life. that raspberry is for u, amandA!