DBSG: jaechun drabble, aka crack
the m&m drabble
“Hold still.”
“Jae-”
“Shut up, I’m almost done.”
It was a masterpiece, really: M&M’s strewn all over the living room carpet in patterns of green and blue and yellow and orange and brown and Yoochun sprawled shirtless in the middle of it. Jaejoong sat cross-legged next to him, all the red M&M’s pooled in one hand as he carefully lined them up along Yoochun’s stomach: he had started up at the hollow of the other boy’s throat, leaving a trail of candies neatly down his breastbone, the concavity at the base of his ribs, twisting into red patterns across the smooth muscle of his abdomen. It had taken nearly half an hour-a half hour that Yoochun had spent the majority of with his eyes closed, head tilted back as Jaejoong’s lithe fingers delicately arranged the chocolates on his skin.
But Yoochun could only lay still for so long, especially with Jaejoong working continuously lower, placing each piece with careful precision; and so he twitched, again, just a little, and Jaejoong muttered in reproach, fixing whatever it was that got knocked out of place, and then finally-finally-sat back with a pleased grin.
“All done,” he said, sounding more than a little pleased. “But don’t move; you’ll mess it up.”
“So how I am supposed to see it?” Yoochun asked absently, concentrating on not breathing too deeply; he didn’t want the rise and fall of his chest to mess up the M&M’s after all that time.
“Hmm.” Jaejoong traced his pointer finger around the edge of a pattern, leaving a warm trail alongside the cool line of candies on his stomach. “Well, I guess you can look-just a little.”
Yoochun lifted his head enough to see the line of red down his chest, the way the chocolates branched out to splay across his skin in bright twists and swirls. He exhaled slowly, watched the patterns settle, then drew his breath in sharply as Jaejoong bent to eat the M&M right below his navel.
Jaejoong grinned up at him. “Don’t move,” he said for what must have been the tenth time, “you’ll mess it up.”
Yoochun considered pointing out something like Jae seemed to be doing that well enough on his own, but before he could the other boy was already following the trail of candy that curved up across Yoochun’s stomach, slowly sucking each chocolate off Yoochun’s skin, sometimes with a simple press of lips, sometimes with a gentle scrape of teeth, and Yoochun decided to just lay his head back, eyes sliding closed again as Jaejoong undid-or finished-his work.
It probably didn’t take nearly as long for Jaejoong to eat the chocolate as it did for him to arrange it, but it seemed like forever to Yoochun: hot breath on his abdomen, the rough stroke of a tongue cleaning the sticky leftover of a candy shell-painstakingly following the lines that trailed over Yoochun’s body, a grin pressed into his skin whenever his muscles twitched involuntarily, until finally Jaejoong found the last trail of candies leading up to Yoochun’s throat.
Jaejoong lingered over the last piece, pausing to rest his head momentarily against Yoochun’s neck before gingerly sucking the chocolate into his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to that spot before looking reluctantly up at Yoochun.
“All done,” he said with a little rueful smile. “I’m all out of chocolate.”
Yoochun looked up at him, sliding an arm around the other boy’s neck, and pulled him down to kiss him. He smiled as he caught the taste on Jaejoong’s tongue, pulling back slightly to grin at the other boy.
“I’m not.”
“Hold still.”
“Jae-”
“Shut up, I’m almost done.”
It was a masterpiece, really: M&M’s strewn all over the living room carpet in patterns of green and blue and yellow and orange and brown and Yoochun sprawled shirtless in the middle of it. Jaejoong sat cross-legged next to him, all the red M&M’s pooled in one hand as he carefully lined them up along Yoochun’s stomach: he had started up at the hollow of the other boy’s throat, leaving a trail of candies neatly down his breastbone, the concavity at the base of his ribs, twisting into red patterns across the smooth muscle of his abdomen. It had taken nearly half an hour-a half hour that Yoochun had spent the majority of with his eyes closed, head tilted back as Jaejoong’s lithe fingers delicately arranged the chocolates on his skin.
But Yoochun could only lay still for so long, especially with Jaejoong working continuously lower, placing each piece with careful precision; and so he twitched, again, just a little, and Jaejoong muttered in reproach, fixing whatever it was that got knocked out of place, and then finally-finally-sat back with a pleased grin.
“All done,” he said, sounding more than a little pleased. “But don’t move; you’ll mess it up.”
“So how I am supposed to see it?” Yoochun asked absently, concentrating on not breathing too deeply; he didn’t want the rise and fall of his chest to mess up the M&M’s after all that time.
“Hmm.” Jaejoong traced his pointer finger around the edge of a pattern, leaving a warm trail alongside the cool line of candies on his stomach. “Well, I guess you can look-just a little.”
Yoochun lifted his head enough to see the line of red down his chest, the way the chocolates branched out to splay across his skin in bright twists and swirls. He exhaled slowly, watched the patterns settle, then drew his breath in sharply as Jaejoong bent to eat the M&M right below his navel.
Jaejoong grinned up at him. “Don’t move,” he said for what must have been the tenth time, “you’ll mess it up.”
Yoochun considered pointing out something like Jae seemed to be doing that well enough on his own, but before he could the other boy was already following the trail of candy that curved up across Yoochun’s stomach, slowly sucking each chocolate off Yoochun’s skin, sometimes with a simple press of lips, sometimes with a gentle scrape of teeth, and Yoochun decided to just lay his head back, eyes sliding closed again as Jaejoong undid-or finished-his work.
It probably didn’t take nearly as long for Jaejoong to eat the chocolate as it did for him to arrange it, but it seemed like forever to Yoochun: hot breath on his abdomen, the rough stroke of a tongue cleaning the sticky leftover of a candy shell-painstakingly following the lines that trailed over Yoochun’s body, a grin pressed into his skin whenever his muscles twitched involuntarily, until finally Jaejoong found the last trail of candies leading up to Yoochun’s throat.
Jaejoong lingered over the last piece, pausing to rest his head momentarily against Yoochun’s neck before gingerly sucking the chocolate into his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to that spot before looking reluctantly up at Yoochun.
“All done,” he said with a little rueful smile. “I’m all out of chocolate.”
Yoochun looked up at him, sliding an arm around the other boy’s neck, and pulled him down to kiss him. He smiled as he caught the taste on Jaejoong’s tongue, pulling back slightly to grin at the other boy.
“I’m not.”