Untitled (Blanket Scenario Fill) - Smutshot
Pairing: JongKeyHyun
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP
Note: Fill for this prompt over at jongkeykink.
A/N: This was written solely for the prompt and I suggest you read the info beneath it if, as I was, you are unfamiliar with blanket scenarios. Originally posted there some 4 days ago. In the end, I'm also posting it here because deepgashes, jcqlnmarcos and kalliope382 kindly asked me to! Although I'm sort of embarrassed, hehe.
WARNING: When I say PWP, I mean PWP. It's a kink smut fic, after all.
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Cold. Bone-numbing cold.
He could feel it piercing through his skin, dripping down his throat and burning his insides. It was too hard to breathe, impossible; his chest felt like it was made of steel, immovable and heavy. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as he tried to curl up on himself but everything hurt. He could feel himself sinking under the weight of his heavy clothes, heavy boots and he knew it was a lost battle, so he stopped moving. Soon, the pain dulled into numbness, his thoughts taken over by a warm memory. A smile. The last.
He was somewhere between the dream world and consciousness when two hands pulled him up under his arms and dragged him onto the ice. A strong push to his chest had him coughing up, spluttering out the water in his lungs and shivering under the biting wind that felt like thick needles itching into him. His own wheezy, hacked breath was too loud to his ears, head pounding against his skull. It was a struggle to inhale, only ending in another coughing fit. It burned his throat and he vaguely wondered if he was going to die, here, on this deserted lake frozen to the bone.
But he felt two warm hands on his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones and he realized at once he was crying. He could hear a soothing voice speak, but it seemed so far away, like a distant echo that reverberated in his ears and he suddenly groaned as a sharp, stinging pain took over his senses.
Another harsh push to his chest, more spluttering. He wondered when this would end. The numbness was back, overpowering and the last thing he remembered was unbelievable warmth covering his lips, pushing its way into him.
“You are not giving up, not now,” a voice, familiar this time, speaks. It sounds weird - his head is still pounding, his entire body shivering. The sound of a zipper being brought down cuts through the still air and jolts him back to consciousness. He opens his eyes, expecting to be blinded by the stark whiteness of winter but instead is met with a dim light.
“Jjong,” the voice says, and Kibum’s face comes into view above him. He looks pale, and even in the poor lighting Jonghyun can tell his lips are bluish.
“Th-the ice cracked,” he stutters, his hands working on Jonghyun’s coat to pull it off of him. “You f-fell and-” he stops abruptly, mouth clamping shut as a shiver wracks through his body.
The cabin falls deathly silent, apart from the sound of clothes rustling in the semi-darkness.
“S-sorry,” Jonghyun tries to say, giving up halfway through the word and croaking out the last syllable in a hoarse whisper. Kibum doesn’t answer, doesn’t even stop to call him stupid or to shush him, only keeps pulling at his soaked jeans that are quickly frosting over. Kibum fumbles with his skates’ laces and yanks them off his feet, pants soon following.
Kibum’s hands sneak under his sweater, over his trembling chest and fight off the hoodie although his hands are turning cold. Jonghyun curls over onto his side and crosses his arms and his boxers are next; he whimpers when the elastic slaps down on his thigh but Kibum quickly tugs it away, leaving him bare. He is then rolled onto something soft, warm, and he realizes it’s Kibum’s coat when he buries himself in it.
He doesn’t know how much time he spends lying there, shivering, teeth chattering as his limbs and digits go back from numbness to pain again, but eventually a blanket drops over him and a warm body settles next to him. It’s too warm, too hot and every patch of skin it touches burns. Jonghyun whimpers again when it molds itself against him, clings to him; he closes his eyes and futilely tries to ignore the pain.
“Fuck,” he hears Kibum wheeze out, gasping at the wet coldness but his embrace tightens. “Don’t fall asleep. You can’t fall asleep.” The words are rushed, spoken to his skin and Jonghyun carefully shakes his head to prove a point, but ends up tucking it under Kibum’s chin into the crook of his neck when the throbbing worsens. Kibum’s hands trace hasty circles over his back, his sides, his shoulders.
“I’m n-never ice-skating ever again,” Jonghyun mumbles into his neck and Kibum almost cracks a smile; they’ll be okay. He’ll be okay.
It takes a while but Jonghyun eventually feels his blood rush back into his fingers and toes, leaving a tingling feeling behind. Fingers comb through his damp hair and he hums into a warm chest, Kibum’s steady heartbeat being the most comforting sound he can think of at the moment.
“Better?” the younger boy asks and Jonghyun nods, pressing his cheek to the warm skin. “Please leave the falling to Jinki next time.”
Jonghyun chuckles but ends up coughing a bit and Kibum pats his back reassuringly.
“Thank you,” he struggles to say and places a small kiss to the base of Kibum’s neck. The latter slides his leg between Jonghyun’s thighs and pulls him closer. Something at the back of Jonghyun’s mind keeps telling him that this should feel awkward, but it doesn’t. Not when it’s Kibum.
Before he really knows what he’s doing, his hand is gliding down the younger boy’s side and the moment it passes his hip, he feels Kibum tense and go still against him. When his fingers tip-toe down to his front, he feels Kibum push away.
“What are you…” Kibum breathes out in a hushed whisper.
“I don’t know,” comes his answer, equally a whisper. “I don’t know,” he repeats, only this time with his lips ghosting over Kibum’s jaw.
“No - Jonghyun,” Kibum tries to say sternly, tries to warn him and catches Jonghyun’s hand before it reaches him, “you’re delirious, you should rest, it’s not - we can’t-”
“I’m still cold,” Jonghyun cuts him off and Kibum pulls back to look him in the eyes. The younger boy’s eyes are wide, glistening in the dim light and he looks uncertain, scared even. Jonghyun holds his gaze for what feels like an eternity, watches it soften gradually until-
Lips are on his, soft and warm and Jonghyun sighs into their kiss, sinks into Kibum once more when he presses up against him. It’s almost too easy to kiss back, to tilt his head and lick over the chapped, yet plush lips. Jonghyun is glad he wasn’t denied this a second time.
He lets his hand slide down Kibum’s side once more, only this time uninterrupted and stops over his abdomen, relishing in the way it quivers when he kisses him hard and coaxes his tongue out with his own. When he slowly wraps his fingers around Kibum’s burning length, the younger’s breath falters and he grips his hair, lifting a leg over Jonghyun’s waist.
Jonghyun carefully draws his fist up, stretching the supple skin and Kibum outright moans into his mouth and his free hand latches onto his wrist - to stop or urge him on, Jonghyun isn’t sure. He repeats the motion, swallows another of Kibum’s moans and he’s sure the younger is leaving fingerprints on his wrist. He feels dizzy all of a sudden and isn’t too sure what made him start this, except that he’s always sort of known. Because it’s Kibum. Key. And he’s always felt this way.
“St-” Kibum tries to say, but Jonghyun catches his lips right away. The hand on his wrist lets go and runs up his chest to push him away, harder this time. “Stop,” Kibum says clearly. He’s panting, out of breath and his lips are red. He doesn’t look like himself; Jonghyun releases him unknowingly and stares at him, waiting.
He catches his breath enough to add: “We shouldn’t, it’s not…” He frowns before drawing back even more. “Just sleep, Jjong,” he finishes and turns onto his other side, back to Jonghyun.
Jonghyun nods to himself in the dark and mimics his pose. He isn’t shivering as much, but he stays close to the other, still. His thoughts are a mess and he’s starting to feel sick. He falls into an uneasy sleep.
When Jonghyun wakes up, it feels like he’s suffocating. The air is heavy around him and he realizes he’s sweating. He pulls the blanket down a bit and groans. It feels like his skull is made of cracked glass.
A hand touches his stomach and he rolls over at once to find Kibum propped up on his elbow, staring down at him. The blanket reaches up to the middle of his back, leaving his chest exposed. His hair is tousled, his lips look swollen and Jonghyun blushes when he remembers why. Delirious, Kibum had said. He was only partly wrong.
“Thank you,” is the first thing Jonghyun says; his voice turns out to be in a much better state than it was before. “For saving me. And sorry,” he says lowly, not entirely sure if he’s apologizing for the fall or the kiss. Maybe a bit of both.
“You really scared me,” Kibum answers, apparently disregarding his last comment altogether; maybe it was for the best. “You looked really bad.”
Jonghyun nods to himself and lets his eyes fall back to the coat they’re both lying on. “Sorry,” he mutters again, barely audible. The wind is loud outside; it sounds like a storm.
Kibum shakes his head, hand moving up to Jonghyun’s chest. “It’s okay.”
Jonghyun hums and continues to avoid Kibum’s eyes that he feels are on him, watching him. He refuses to look up even when he feels the other move next to him and feels the blanket slip off.
He does look up however when he feels a pair of knees settle next to his thighs, blanket replaced by skin. He wants to ask Kibum what he’s doing but it all becomes fairly obvious when a hand wraps around his shaft. He wonders why Kibum had a sudden change of heart, why now, but the boy drops a kiss to his lips before he can get the words out. His hands fly to Kibum’s shoulders and try to slow him down, but to no avail.
“Let me,” Kibum breathes onto his lips, and that’s all it takes for Jonghyun’s arms to go limp. “Sorry it took me a while.”
Jonghyun stretches his neck to kiss him and Kibum melts into him at once. Jonghyun is sane enough to realize he’s crazy, ironically, that this is crazy but he goes with it anyway because Kibum’s hand suddenly tightens around him and he’s moaning already, wordlessly pleading for more.
Kibum lowers his hips, hot and hard against Jonghyun’s thigh and he grinds in time with every stroke of Jonghyun’s cock. The elder grabs his hips, raising his thigh to help the other and Kibum bites his neck, warm tongue soothing over the bite not a second later. He nips at Jonghyun’s ear, his breath coming in harsh pants already that caress Jonghyun’s neck. He slows their pace and teases the tip of Jonghyun’s erection with his thumb.
“Tell me what to do,” he asks, surprisingly softly, looking down at Jonghyun patiently. The elder shivers, but it isn’t from the cold this time.
“I want you,” he blurts out, much less eloquently than Kibum, “I want to feel you.”
He thinks he sees a small smile take over Kibum’s lips but he doesn’t get a good look at it because he’s soon distracted by his hand being led to Kibum’s cleft. His finger is pushed past the tight ring and at the same time he feels Kibum tug on his length. He delves deeper, earning a choked-out groan and Kibum is soon bucking against his thigh only to push back onto his finger. Kibum kisses him again, messily, and Jonghyun is starting to feel light-headed but couldn’t care less. He spreads his legs, rolls his hips into Kibum’s grip and the latter reciprocates by picking up the pace until he’s trembling.
When Kibum lets him go and slides off of him, Jonghyun has half a mind to whine but he shuts up when the younger boy settles between his legs, mouth hovering dangerously near his dick. The look Kibum grants him is part seductive, part fond and Jonghyun can only watch with wide eyes as a pink tongue flicks at the tip. He’s holding his breath without knowing it when Kibum kisses down his length and drags his tongue back up. He keeps up with the act and slips a finger into Jonghyun that has the latter’s back curving off the floor. His mouth falls open when Kibum wraps his lips around him and sucks in a long stroke, finger twisting inside of him tentatively. He seems satisfied with the response, because next he crawls up Jonghyun’s body, kissing up a trail over his stomach, his sternum, eventually landing on his lips. When Jonghyun wraps his legs around Kibum, he feels the latter hesitate, pausing their kiss.
“I want to feel you,” Jonghyun repeats in a murmur against the soft flesh. Kibum blinks at him for a moment, unmoving, but the surprise is soon over and it’s all warm skin, gentle touches and uneven breaths once more. Jonghyun’s arms find their way around Kibum’s neck; now that he has this, he has no reason of letting go.
He can’t help but grit his teeth when Kibum pushes in for the first time. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least, but Jonghyun deals with it and it soon proves to be more than worth it when Kibum’s hips work their magic. He takes it slow, slow enough for each thrust to send shivers crawling beneath Jonghyun’s skin, for each thrust to have him breathing out hard against his cheek, lip-locked through it all.
When Kibum pushes in a little harder, a little faster, Jonghyun is unable to keep up with their kiss so he lets his head fall backwards, only for Kibum to litter his neck with kisses and nips. He feels his hips being lifted into Kibum’s lap and vaguely ponders how one can feel so good after being so close to dying merely hours ago. He lets go of the thought quickly in favour of moaning out Kibum’s name when the boy drags him upright. He tightens his hold around Kibum’s neck and lets his head fall onto his shoulder, breathless. He’s almost shaking but the younger boy’s hands grip his waist and help him stay up.
“Come on,” Kibum whispers to his ear, coaxing him on and it’s enough to have Jonghyun rocking his hips once more. The boy’s hands never leave his waist, help lift his hips time and time again and it has Jonghyun going harder, motions more reckless, less controlled. He moans into Kibum’s neck and hears his own name escape the other’s lips. His name is called louder and louder, and Jonghyun keeps going even though his thighs are trembling and he’s clinging onto Kibum with all he has. Kibum suddenly grips his hair and turns his head to kiss him roughly, other hand tightening almost unbearably on his hip. Jonghyun keeps moving, helps Kibum ride out his orgasm and soon the younger boy is panting against his mouth, muscles lax once more. The way he grants Jonghyun a small, almost shy smile has the elder kissing him again - but Kibum evidently has other plans. He lies Jonghyun back down and hovers above him before slowly pulling out; the next thing Jonghyun knows, Kibum is straddling him and sinking down onto him. Jonghyun groans and Kibum takes in a sharp breath, moving his hips in slow circles. Jonghyun can’t take it, simply cannot take it when the younger boy’s back arches and his thighs spread even more above him, lips opening into a perfect “o”. One of his hands searches for Jonghyun’s on his coat and links their fingers together. That’s how Jonghyun comes; with their hands laced together and Kibum’s gorgeous moan to match his own. A drop of sweat glides down Kibum’s temple and falls onto Jonghyun’s chest. The elder pulls him down for a kiss that spells out everything he wishes he could say now that his breath and heart have left him. It seems to work, because when Kibum pulls away his gaze is soft, his face is flushed and he looks both incredibly worn-out and blissed-out.
“Yeah, me too,” he agrees, and Jonghyun knows.
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Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, PWP
Note: Fill for this prompt over at jongkeykink.
A/N: This was written solely for the prompt and I suggest you read the info beneath it if, as I was, you are unfamiliar with blanket scenarios. Originally posted there some 4 days ago. In the end, I'm also posting it here because deepgashes, jcqlnmarcos and kalliope382 kindly asked me to! Although I'm sort of embarrassed, hehe.
WARNING: When I say PWP, I mean PWP. It's a kink smut fic, after all.
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Cold. Bone-numbing cold.
He could feel it piercing through his skin, dripping down his throat and burning his insides. It was too hard to breathe, impossible; his chest felt like it was made of steel, immovable and heavy. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as he tried to curl up on himself but everything hurt. He could feel himself sinking under the weight of his heavy clothes, heavy boots and he knew it was a lost battle, so he stopped moving. Soon, the pain dulled into numbness, his thoughts taken over by a warm memory. A smile. The last.
He was somewhere between the dream world and consciousness when two hands pulled him up under his arms and dragged him onto the ice. A strong push to his chest had him coughing up, spluttering out the water in his lungs and shivering under the biting wind that felt like thick needles itching into him. His own wheezy, hacked breath was too loud to his ears, head pounding against his skull. It was a struggle to inhale, only ending in another coughing fit. It burned his throat and he vaguely wondered if he was going to die, here, on this deserted lake frozen to the bone.
But he felt two warm hands on his cheeks, thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones and he realized at once he was crying. He could hear a soothing voice speak, but it seemed so far away, like a distant echo that reverberated in his ears and he suddenly groaned as a sharp, stinging pain took over his senses.
Another harsh push to his chest, more spluttering. He wondered when this would end. The numbness was back, overpowering and the last thing he remembered was unbelievable warmth covering his lips, pushing its way into him.
“You are not giving up, not now,” a voice, familiar this time, speaks. It sounds weird - his head is still pounding, his entire body shivering. The sound of a zipper being brought down cuts through the still air and jolts him back to consciousness. He opens his eyes, expecting to be blinded by the stark whiteness of winter but instead is met with a dim light.
“Jjong,” the voice says, and Kibum’s face comes into view above him. He looks pale, and even in the poor lighting Jonghyun can tell his lips are bluish.
“Th-the ice cracked,” he stutters, his hands working on Jonghyun’s coat to pull it off of him. “You f-fell and-” he stops abruptly, mouth clamping shut as a shiver wracks through his body.
The cabin falls deathly silent, apart from the sound of clothes rustling in the semi-darkness.
“S-sorry,” Jonghyun tries to say, giving up halfway through the word and croaking out the last syllable in a hoarse whisper. Kibum doesn’t answer, doesn’t even stop to call him stupid or to shush him, only keeps pulling at his soaked jeans that are quickly frosting over. Kibum fumbles with his skates’ laces and yanks them off his feet, pants soon following.
Kibum’s hands sneak under his sweater, over his trembling chest and fight off the hoodie although his hands are turning cold. Jonghyun curls over onto his side and crosses his arms and his boxers are next; he whimpers when the elastic slaps down on his thigh but Kibum quickly tugs it away, leaving him bare. He is then rolled onto something soft, warm, and he realizes it’s Kibum’s coat when he buries himself in it.
He doesn’t know how much time he spends lying there, shivering, teeth chattering as his limbs and digits go back from numbness to pain again, but eventually a blanket drops over him and a warm body settles next to him. It’s too warm, too hot and every patch of skin it touches burns. Jonghyun whimpers again when it molds itself against him, clings to him; he closes his eyes and futilely tries to ignore the pain.
“Fuck,” he hears Kibum wheeze out, gasping at the wet coldness but his embrace tightens. “Don’t fall asleep. You can’t fall asleep.” The words are rushed, spoken to his skin and Jonghyun carefully shakes his head to prove a point, but ends up tucking it under Kibum’s chin into the crook of his neck when the throbbing worsens. Kibum’s hands trace hasty circles over his back, his sides, his shoulders.
“I’m n-never ice-skating ever again,” Jonghyun mumbles into his neck and Kibum almost cracks a smile; they’ll be okay. He’ll be okay.
It takes a while but Jonghyun eventually feels his blood rush back into his fingers and toes, leaving a tingling feeling behind. Fingers comb through his damp hair and he hums into a warm chest, Kibum’s steady heartbeat being the most comforting sound he can think of at the moment.
“Better?” the younger boy asks and Jonghyun nods, pressing his cheek to the warm skin. “Please leave the falling to Jinki next time.”
Jonghyun chuckles but ends up coughing a bit and Kibum pats his back reassuringly.
“Thank you,” he struggles to say and places a small kiss to the base of Kibum’s neck. The latter slides his leg between Jonghyun’s thighs and pulls him closer. Something at the back of Jonghyun’s mind keeps telling him that this should feel awkward, but it doesn’t. Not when it’s Kibum.
Before he really knows what he’s doing, his hand is gliding down the younger boy’s side and the moment it passes his hip, he feels Kibum tense and go still against him. When his fingers tip-toe down to his front, he feels Kibum push away.
“What are you…” Kibum breathes out in a hushed whisper.
“I don’t know,” comes his answer, equally a whisper. “I don’t know,” he repeats, only this time with his lips ghosting over Kibum’s jaw.
“No - Jonghyun,” Kibum tries to say sternly, tries to warn him and catches Jonghyun’s hand before it reaches him, “you’re delirious, you should rest, it’s not - we can’t-”
“I’m still cold,” Jonghyun cuts him off and Kibum pulls back to look him in the eyes. The younger boy’s eyes are wide, glistening in the dim light and he looks uncertain, scared even. Jonghyun holds his gaze for what feels like an eternity, watches it soften gradually until-
Lips are on his, soft and warm and Jonghyun sighs into their kiss, sinks into Kibum once more when he presses up against him. It’s almost too easy to kiss back, to tilt his head and lick over the chapped, yet plush lips. Jonghyun is glad he wasn’t denied this a second time.
He lets his hand slide down Kibum’s side once more, only this time uninterrupted and stops over his abdomen, relishing in the way it quivers when he kisses him hard and coaxes his tongue out with his own. When he slowly wraps his fingers around Kibum’s burning length, the younger’s breath falters and he grips his hair, lifting a leg over Jonghyun’s waist.
Jonghyun carefully draws his fist up, stretching the supple skin and Kibum outright moans into his mouth and his free hand latches onto his wrist - to stop or urge him on, Jonghyun isn’t sure. He repeats the motion, swallows another of Kibum’s moans and he’s sure the younger is leaving fingerprints on his wrist. He feels dizzy all of a sudden and isn’t too sure what made him start this, except that he’s always sort of known. Because it’s Kibum. Key. And he’s always felt this way.
“St-” Kibum tries to say, but Jonghyun catches his lips right away. The hand on his wrist lets go and runs up his chest to push him away, harder this time. “Stop,” Kibum says clearly. He’s panting, out of breath and his lips are red. He doesn’t look like himself; Jonghyun releases him unknowingly and stares at him, waiting.
He catches his breath enough to add: “We shouldn’t, it’s not…” He frowns before drawing back even more. “Just sleep, Jjong,” he finishes and turns onto his other side, back to Jonghyun.
Jonghyun nods to himself in the dark and mimics his pose. He isn’t shivering as much, but he stays close to the other, still. His thoughts are a mess and he’s starting to feel sick. He falls into an uneasy sleep.
When Jonghyun wakes up, it feels like he’s suffocating. The air is heavy around him and he realizes he’s sweating. He pulls the blanket down a bit and groans. It feels like his skull is made of cracked glass.
A hand touches his stomach and he rolls over at once to find Kibum propped up on his elbow, staring down at him. The blanket reaches up to the middle of his back, leaving his chest exposed. His hair is tousled, his lips look swollen and Jonghyun blushes when he remembers why. Delirious, Kibum had said. He was only partly wrong.
“Thank you,” is the first thing Jonghyun says; his voice turns out to be in a much better state than it was before. “For saving me. And sorry,” he says lowly, not entirely sure if he’s apologizing for the fall or the kiss. Maybe a bit of both.
“You really scared me,” Kibum answers, apparently disregarding his last comment altogether; maybe it was for the best. “You looked really bad.”
Jonghyun nods to himself and lets his eyes fall back to the coat they’re both lying on. “Sorry,” he mutters again, barely audible. The wind is loud outside; it sounds like a storm.
Kibum shakes his head, hand moving up to Jonghyun’s chest. “It’s okay.”
Jonghyun hums and continues to avoid Kibum’s eyes that he feels are on him, watching him. He refuses to look up even when he feels the other move next to him and feels the blanket slip off.
He does look up however when he feels a pair of knees settle next to his thighs, blanket replaced by skin. He wants to ask Kibum what he’s doing but it all becomes fairly obvious when a hand wraps around his shaft. He wonders why Kibum had a sudden change of heart, why now, but the boy drops a kiss to his lips before he can get the words out. His hands fly to Kibum’s shoulders and try to slow him down, but to no avail.
“Let me,” Kibum breathes onto his lips, and that’s all it takes for Jonghyun’s arms to go limp. “Sorry it took me a while.”
Jonghyun stretches his neck to kiss him and Kibum melts into him at once. Jonghyun is sane enough to realize he’s crazy, ironically, that this is crazy but he goes with it anyway because Kibum’s hand suddenly tightens around him and he’s moaning already, wordlessly pleading for more.
Kibum lowers his hips, hot and hard against Jonghyun’s thigh and he grinds in time with every stroke of Jonghyun’s cock. The elder grabs his hips, raising his thigh to help the other and Kibum bites his neck, warm tongue soothing over the bite not a second later. He nips at Jonghyun’s ear, his breath coming in harsh pants already that caress Jonghyun’s neck. He slows their pace and teases the tip of Jonghyun’s erection with his thumb.
“Tell me what to do,” he asks, surprisingly softly, looking down at Jonghyun patiently. The elder shivers, but it isn’t from the cold this time.
“I want you,” he blurts out, much less eloquently than Kibum, “I want to feel you.”
He thinks he sees a small smile take over Kibum’s lips but he doesn’t get a good look at it because he’s soon distracted by his hand being led to Kibum’s cleft. His finger is pushed past the tight ring and at the same time he feels Kibum tug on his length. He delves deeper, earning a choked-out groan and Kibum is soon bucking against his thigh only to push back onto his finger. Kibum kisses him again, messily, and Jonghyun is starting to feel light-headed but couldn’t care less. He spreads his legs, rolls his hips into Kibum’s grip and the latter reciprocates by picking up the pace until he’s trembling.
When Kibum lets him go and slides off of him, Jonghyun has half a mind to whine but he shuts up when the younger boy settles between his legs, mouth hovering dangerously near his dick. The look Kibum grants him is part seductive, part fond and Jonghyun can only watch with wide eyes as a pink tongue flicks at the tip. He’s holding his breath without knowing it when Kibum kisses down his length and drags his tongue back up. He keeps up with the act and slips a finger into Jonghyun that has the latter’s back curving off the floor. His mouth falls open when Kibum wraps his lips around him and sucks in a long stroke, finger twisting inside of him tentatively. He seems satisfied with the response, because next he crawls up Jonghyun’s body, kissing up a trail over his stomach, his sternum, eventually landing on his lips. When Jonghyun wraps his legs around Kibum, he feels the latter hesitate, pausing their kiss.
“I want to feel you,” Jonghyun repeats in a murmur against the soft flesh. Kibum blinks at him for a moment, unmoving, but the surprise is soon over and it’s all warm skin, gentle touches and uneven breaths once more. Jonghyun’s arms find their way around Kibum’s neck; now that he has this, he has no reason of letting go.
He can’t help but grit his teeth when Kibum pushes in for the first time. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least, but Jonghyun deals with it and it soon proves to be more than worth it when Kibum’s hips work their magic. He takes it slow, slow enough for each thrust to send shivers crawling beneath Jonghyun’s skin, for each thrust to have him breathing out hard against his cheek, lip-locked through it all.
When Kibum pushes in a little harder, a little faster, Jonghyun is unable to keep up with their kiss so he lets his head fall backwards, only for Kibum to litter his neck with kisses and nips. He feels his hips being lifted into Kibum’s lap and vaguely ponders how one can feel so good after being so close to dying merely hours ago. He lets go of the thought quickly in favour of moaning out Kibum’s name when the boy drags him upright. He tightens his hold around Kibum’s neck and lets his head fall onto his shoulder, breathless. He’s almost shaking but the younger boy’s hands grip his waist and help him stay up.
“Come on,” Kibum whispers to his ear, coaxing him on and it’s enough to have Jonghyun rocking his hips once more. The boy’s hands never leave his waist, help lift his hips time and time again and it has Jonghyun going harder, motions more reckless, less controlled. He moans into Kibum’s neck and hears his own name escape the other’s lips. His name is called louder and louder, and Jonghyun keeps going even though his thighs are trembling and he’s clinging onto Kibum with all he has. Kibum suddenly grips his hair and turns his head to kiss him roughly, other hand tightening almost unbearably on his hip. Jonghyun keeps moving, helps Kibum ride out his orgasm and soon the younger boy is panting against his mouth, muscles lax once more. The way he grants Jonghyun a small, almost shy smile has the elder kissing him again - but Kibum evidently has other plans. He lies Jonghyun back down and hovers above him before slowly pulling out; the next thing Jonghyun knows, Kibum is straddling him and sinking down onto him. Jonghyun groans and Kibum takes in a sharp breath, moving his hips in slow circles. Jonghyun can’t take it, simply cannot take it when the younger boy’s back arches and his thighs spread even more above him, lips opening into a perfect “o”. One of his hands searches for Jonghyun’s on his coat and links their fingers together. That’s how Jonghyun comes; with their hands laced together and Kibum’s gorgeous moan to match his own. A drop of sweat glides down Kibum’s temple and falls onto Jonghyun’s chest. The elder pulls him down for a kiss that spells out everything he wishes he could say now that his breath and heart have left him. It seems to work, because when Kibum pulls away his gaze is soft, his face is flushed and he looks both incredibly worn-out and blissed-out.
“Yeah, me too,” he agrees, and Jonghyun knows.
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- To deepgashes: Thank you so much!! I love your use of the verb bang, lmao. But yeah, it pretty much just came out (oh hohoho my pun). Posted it here too for you, so yeah ^^ thanks again.
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- To _keepthebeat: Thank you! Emotional? Really? Yay! Maybe it's not so pwp after all \o/
- To jcqlnmarcos: I just did ^^ thanks for reading~
- To second anonymous/prompt giver: Again, it was my pleasure! Thanks for the cookies, ficlet is up to you ^^ I don't know if you'll read this but can I just say that you saying this was better than what you were expecting means a lot, so thank you ♥
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- To kalliope382: Haha, well yes, you know how I feel about JongKeyHyun <3 lmao. It's just a smut fic, I didn't think much of it while writing so thank you very much. Posted here for you!
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