2 kt fics to appease featherie
Title: Untitled
Pairing: Kangteuk
Rating: G
There are few movements and noises that Youngwoon can sleep through. He's grown accostomed to them already and barely moves when his body perceives them as he dreams.
Jungsu's breathing at his neck with the tickling sensation of warm breath is one. That had taken some time getting used to. He could have sworn that between every breath there had been a barely there kiss or the hint of a lost word or two mumbled into his neck.
There was the shift of weight all over his upper body. The winter called for snuggling; snuggling was the only job Jungsu deemed him fit for around that time of year (although the warm ups he put Jungsu through in the bedroom served to keep the body temperature close just fine as well). Jungsu's hand will start at his waist, then somehow migrate to his breast. It will be at his neck later into the night once his lap is overtaken by a thigh slung over it.
Any sound, whether subtle or not, that Jungsu makes when at his side has become routine. While some are too precious to not smile at when he's still somewhat awake, a sneeze, a cough, a groan that tells him it's too hot move away. Some are just... normal like Jungsu's passing of gas or the litle yelps he lets out when he rolls over too much and falls off the edge of the bed. Youngwoon would like to snap away from the pull of sleep and poke fun at him, Jungsu just prefers that his little bouts of ungracefulness are kept a secret between him and the bedroom walls. Youngwoon doesn't need more ammunition to poke fun at him with.
But there are those that immediately wake him and Youngwoon finds himself unable to fall back asleep until Jungsu is calm and back to mumbling at his neck and pressing against him.
The muffled crying that Jungsu attempts to supress into his pillow never allows Youngwoon to sleep. He is being given Jungsu's back and he has never liked sleeping with the other's back to him. He'll turn the other over and press kisses to the crown of his head while the other finishes mentall evaluating whatever it is and returns to gently breathing him in and out.
Jungsu's loud thoughts that hover over their bed and suffocate them both because Youngwoon takes on half the weight. He has to listen and whisper back to the other until he's satisfied and well adjusted. Jungsu is usally pleased and gracious after and wants to kiss him for hours and hours with half his body keeping Youngwoon still and unable to move.
The barely there short breaths with the too present heat at his side that make it so that Youngwoon can't even comtemplate sleep until Jungsu is satisfied and dead tired and half asleep next to him. It doesn't happen as often as Youngwoon would like, but Jungsu allows Youngwoon to do the same with only a 60% chance of being pushed away (mind you that Youngwoon has yet to push away).
Title: From my body to yours
Pairing: Kangteuk
Rating: PG
"I can hear your body temperature dropping."
Jungsu smiles past his shivering teeth at Youngwoon. It's not even mid August and his body has taken a chill of some sorts that even the sweatpants and the big tee he has on serve to keep the heat the blankets are producing.
"Are you wearing your socks?"
He nods his head and presses his also shaking, but cotton covered feet to Youngwoon's ankles. It doesn't do much for the cold he feels in them; he knows he has to turn and give Youngwoon his back to correctly press all of the bottom of his feet against the other's warmth. But the cold has for some reason made him lazy and he doesn't even want to move. What he wants is for Youngwoon to get up and magically throw more blankets on top of him and be back in bed at his side before a single degree of heat has left the side of the bed he had occupied.
"You didn't drink anything cold before bed?"
Shaking his head, Jungsu presses closer until he feels the majority of his legs ligned up against Youngwoon's. "How do you keep warm is my question?"
A smile is all the answer he's getting. He lifts his hands up out from under the blanket and presses a nearly frozen hand to Youngwoon's warm neck. A sharp intake of breath proves that yes, he is as cold as he thought he was.
"For fuck's sake, what are you holding under the covers, dry ice?"
Youngwoon lifts the cover to see what could possibly keep his hand that cold and finds them to be simply clutching one another in front of his lap. As a last minute idea, Jungsu's hands scurry and flatten out to slip between his thighs.
With how cold he feels all over however, his fingers only numb from the pressure being forced and compressing them together. He whines lightly and looks up at Youngwoon who looks at him with nearly joing brows.
"Come here." His hands reach for Jungsu's under the cover and he misses and touches thigh, forearm and nearly crotch before he wraps a hand around his wrist. He scoots closer and Jungsu expects his hands to be slipped between Youngwoon's thighs, more compression but lots more warmth.
What he does get though is a handful of crotch. "Aish, really? This is your idea?"
"I'm letting you press your freezing fingers against my pleasantly warm manbits. Just shut up and enjoy the heat."
After a minute of silence and the surprisingly quick warming of his hands Jungsu hears the other complain and start to move away, "Fuck, your fingers are like an ice shower. I can't even get hard and sucker you into sex like I wanted to."
Jungsu takes a hold of Youngwoon through his sleeping pants before his hand is pushed away. "You can whine and think up better reasons to try and 'sucker me into sex' while I just hold onto this right here and keep us both warm."
Pairing: Kangteuk
Rating: G
There are few movements and noises that Youngwoon can sleep through. He's grown accostomed to them already and barely moves when his body perceives them as he dreams.
Jungsu's breathing at his neck with the tickling sensation of warm breath is one. That had taken some time getting used to. He could have sworn that between every breath there had been a barely there kiss or the hint of a lost word or two mumbled into his neck.
There was the shift of weight all over his upper body. The winter called for snuggling; snuggling was the only job Jungsu deemed him fit for around that time of year (although the warm ups he put Jungsu through in the bedroom served to keep the body temperature close just fine as well). Jungsu's hand will start at his waist, then somehow migrate to his breast. It will be at his neck later into the night once his lap is overtaken by a thigh slung over it.
Any sound, whether subtle or not, that Jungsu makes when at his side has become routine. While some are too precious to not smile at when he's still somewhat awake, a sneeze, a cough, a groan that tells him it's too hot move away. Some are just... normal like Jungsu's passing of gas or the litle yelps he lets out when he rolls over too much and falls off the edge of the bed. Youngwoon would like to snap away from the pull of sleep and poke fun at him, Jungsu just prefers that his little bouts of ungracefulness are kept a secret between him and the bedroom walls. Youngwoon doesn't need more ammunition to poke fun at him with.
But there are those that immediately wake him and Youngwoon finds himself unable to fall back asleep until Jungsu is calm and back to mumbling at his neck and pressing against him.
The muffled crying that Jungsu attempts to supress into his pillow never allows Youngwoon to sleep. He is being given Jungsu's back and he has never liked sleeping with the other's back to him. He'll turn the other over and press kisses to the crown of his head while the other finishes mentall evaluating whatever it is and returns to gently breathing him in and out.
Jungsu's loud thoughts that hover over their bed and suffocate them both because Youngwoon takes on half the weight. He has to listen and whisper back to the other until he's satisfied and well adjusted. Jungsu is usally pleased and gracious after and wants to kiss him for hours and hours with half his body keeping Youngwoon still and unable to move.
The barely there short breaths with the too present heat at his side that make it so that Youngwoon can't even comtemplate sleep until Jungsu is satisfied and dead tired and half asleep next to him. It doesn't happen as often as Youngwoon would like, but Jungsu allows Youngwoon to do the same with only a 60% chance of being pushed away (mind you that Youngwoon has yet to push away).
Title: From my body to yours
Pairing: Kangteuk
Rating: PG
"I can hear your body temperature dropping."
Jungsu smiles past his shivering teeth at Youngwoon. It's not even mid August and his body has taken a chill of some sorts that even the sweatpants and the big tee he has on serve to keep the heat the blankets are producing.
"Are you wearing your socks?"
He nods his head and presses his also shaking, but cotton covered feet to Youngwoon's ankles. It doesn't do much for the cold he feels in them; he knows he has to turn and give Youngwoon his back to correctly press all of the bottom of his feet against the other's warmth. But the cold has for some reason made him lazy and he doesn't even want to move. What he wants is for Youngwoon to get up and magically throw more blankets on top of him and be back in bed at his side before a single degree of heat has left the side of the bed he had occupied.
"You didn't drink anything cold before bed?"
Shaking his head, Jungsu presses closer until he feels the majority of his legs ligned up against Youngwoon's. "How do you keep warm is my question?"
A smile is all the answer he's getting. He lifts his hands up out from under the blanket and presses a nearly frozen hand to Youngwoon's warm neck. A sharp intake of breath proves that yes, he is as cold as he thought he was.
"For fuck's sake, what are you holding under the covers, dry ice?"
Youngwoon lifts the cover to see what could possibly keep his hand that cold and finds them to be simply clutching one another in front of his lap. As a last minute idea, Jungsu's hands scurry and flatten out to slip between his thighs.
With how cold he feels all over however, his fingers only numb from the pressure being forced and compressing them together. He whines lightly and looks up at Youngwoon who looks at him with nearly joing brows.
"Come here." His hands reach for Jungsu's under the cover and he misses and touches thigh, forearm and nearly crotch before he wraps a hand around his wrist. He scoots closer and Jungsu expects his hands to be slipped between Youngwoon's thighs, more compression but lots more warmth.
What he does get though is a handful of crotch. "Aish, really? This is your idea?"
"I'm letting you press your freezing fingers against my pleasantly warm manbits. Just shut up and enjoy the heat."
After a minute of silence and the surprisingly quick warming of his hands Jungsu hears the other complain and start to move away, "Fuck, your fingers are like an ice shower. I can't even get hard and sucker you into sex like I wanted to."
Jungsu takes a hold of Youngwoon through his sleeping pants before his hand is pushed away. "You can whine and think up better reasons to try and 'sucker me into sex' while I just hold onto this right here and keep us both warm."