Denial (is not just a river in Egypt)
Title: Denial (is not just a river in Egypt)
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Cursing O:
Summary: "I don't love you or anything," Kibum says the moment Jonghyun's lips let go of his, and he tilts his head to the side.
A/N: First Jongkey ever. Hope I did okay =3
"I don't love you or anything," Kibum says the moment Jonghyun's lips let go of his, and he tilts his head to the side.
"Mhm," the older boy hums as his mouth leaves butterfly kisses all over Kibum's exposed neck. His hands, already developing a mind of their own, find their way underneath the younger's shirt, merely brushing over skin.
"Really, you should just-" he tries to speak, but is interrupted by a sharp tweak on his nipple. "Fuck!" he curses and his fingers clutch the material of Jonghyun's tee.
He grins in return. "Yeah, was thinking about it," he looks up from his spot under Kibum's chin and offers a generous thrust of the hips; he feels the other shudder beneath him.
"Give up! I meant give up," Kibum makes his best attempt at sounding sure, but ends up losing will power gradually. His legs involuntarily spread just a bit wider, allowing Jonghyun to slip in between in that way which reassures Kibum they kind of fit together.
"Give up what?" the older asks naively and his lips travel higher, nibbling and sucking on the spot under Kibum's ear.
The other groans out in frustration -although he's mostly pretending, he thinks- and builds up the most courage he has ever had. Using his right hand to pry Jonghyun's own away from his torso, he lifts the older's head with his left. "This is tiring," he says in what he hopes is a tone serious enough to get the message across.
"What is?" Jonghyun asks, slightly jutting out his lower lip in mock-confusion, and Kibum wants to kiss it so bad right now.
He wills his eyes away, but they return there, anyway. "You, trying to make me fall for you."
Jonghyun only moves in response, hips rolling slowly and fingers massaging that spot over Kibum's hipbones. "Why would I need to do that?" he asks, and smirks mischievously when he earns himself a long-drawn moan from the other. He can feel him through his jeans and it's so undeniable.
"Quit- Damn, quit it!" Kibum manages to hiss a few moments later, his breathing jagged and tufts sticking to his forehead. He didn't really mean it, on second thought, but he'd guess it's the faux-pride in him that pushed the words out of his mouth.
Jonghyun abruptly seizes all movements and gets on fours, hovering over the boy. He stares down at him for a minute until he smiles that smile, and the glint in his eyes warns Kibum.
"Fine," he says plainly.
Kibum is lost. "Fine?"
Jonghyun nods and Kibum watches as the other's faint muscles flex under his clothes, helping him off the bed.
He lays there limply. "That's it?"
"You wanted something more?" the vocalist asks as he fully stands up, hands smoothing over his shirt and trousers; fixing random strands of hair.
"No," he trails off and his arms pull him up, his back coming against the wall.
They watch each other.
"...Yes," Kibum corrects himself shamefully and Jonghyun looks victorious while climbing his way back to the bed; the little dance inside him expressed as a little smirk on his lips. Screw Kibum's ego. What Jonghyun wants, Jonghyun gets.
Author: moi
Pairing: JongKey
Genre: Vignette
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I might not own them, but they do own me *nods*
Warning: Cursing O:
Summary: "I don't love you or anything," Kibum says the moment Jonghyun's lips let go of his, and he tilts his head to the side.
A/N: First Jongkey ever. Hope I did okay =3
"I don't love you or anything," Kibum says the moment Jonghyun's lips let go of his, and he tilts his head to the side.
"Mhm," the older boy hums as his mouth leaves butterfly kisses all over Kibum's exposed neck. His hands, already developing a mind of their own, find their way underneath the younger's shirt, merely brushing over skin.
"Really, you should just-" he tries to speak, but is interrupted by a sharp tweak on his nipple. "Fuck!" he curses and his fingers clutch the material of Jonghyun's tee.
He grins in return. "Yeah, was thinking about it," he looks up from his spot under Kibum's chin and offers a generous thrust of the hips; he feels the other shudder beneath him.
"Give up! I meant give up," Kibum makes his best attempt at sounding sure, but ends up losing will power gradually. His legs involuntarily spread just a bit wider, allowing Jonghyun to slip in between in that way which reassures Kibum they kind of fit together.
"Give up what?" the older asks naively and his lips travel higher, nibbling and sucking on the spot under Kibum's ear.
The other groans out in frustration -although he's mostly pretending, he thinks- and builds up the most courage he has ever had. Using his right hand to pry Jonghyun's own away from his torso, he lifts the older's head with his left. "This is tiring," he says in what he hopes is a tone serious enough to get the message across.
"What is?" Jonghyun asks, slightly jutting out his lower lip in mock-confusion, and Kibum wants to kiss it so bad right now.
He wills his eyes away, but they return there, anyway. "You, trying to make me fall for you."
Jonghyun only moves in response, hips rolling slowly and fingers massaging that spot over Kibum's hipbones. "Why would I need to do that?" he asks, and smirks mischievously when he earns himself a long-drawn moan from the other. He can feel him through his jeans and it's so undeniable.
"Quit- Damn, quit it!" Kibum manages to hiss a few moments later, his breathing jagged and tufts sticking to his forehead. He didn't really mean it, on second thought, but he'd guess it's the faux-pride in him that pushed the words out of his mouth.
Jonghyun abruptly seizes all movements and gets on fours, hovering over the boy. He stares down at him for a minute until he smiles that smile, and the glint in his eyes warns Kibum.
"Fine," he says plainly.
Kibum is lost. "Fine?"
Jonghyun nods and Kibum watches as the other's faint muscles flex under his clothes, helping him off the bed.
He lays there limply. "That's it?"
"You wanted something more?" the vocalist asks as he fully stands up, hands smoothing over his shirt and trousers; fixing random strands of hair.
"No," he trails off and his arms pull him up, his back coming against the wall.
They watch each other.
"...Yes," Kibum corrects himself shamefully and Jonghyun looks victorious while climbing his way back to the bed; the little dance inside him expressed as a little smirk on his lips. Screw Kibum's ego. What Jonghyun wants, Jonghyun gets.