A Matter of Interruptions (Drabble)
Pairing: domestic!JongKey
Rating: R
Genre: generic fluffy sexy times
Summary:Practice can make perfect, but some things go unforeseen.
A/N: Inspired by this and because manly Key is unf. I needed me some KeyHyun, however generic. Thank you for reading <3
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It had started on the couch, and Kibum could already tell exactly what Jonghyun had in mind from the moment he first touched their lips together, could tell exactly what he wanted by the way Jonghyun’s body tilted into his.
It hadn’t been long before they had tiptoed as quietly as they could to their bedroom, monitor in hand to keep an ear on a certain sleeping baby. Jonghyun had placed it on the bedside table, cranking the volume up a notch or two just in case before grasping the front of Kibum’s shirt and pulling him down onto the bed with him.
Now, with Jonghyun’s hand cradling the back of his head and Jonghyun’s thighs around his hips, it has never been clearer. Jonghyun kisses him like he needs it, and Kibum distractedly wonders what brought this on, if anything. Maybe the older man is simply in one of his moods again, wherein he feels the sudden need to grab either his laptop or Kibum, whichever is nearer. Jonghyun is emotional, has always been, prompt to become a little overwhelmed at times, more so at night, and in need of an outlet. Jonghyun had told him more than once that time spent together like this is just like composing to him, in a way. Kibum doesn’t really understand, but now, at least, he thinks he gets the gist.
Kibum rolls his hips in, dragging himself against Jonghyun in one smooth motion and pulling a quiet moan from him. Jonghyun turns his head, rubbing noses in the process, and tightens his grip on Kibum’s waist, lip-locked. There’s a strand of hair tickling Kibum’s cheek, and a pair of big, dark eyes open to look up at him when he leans back to brush his fingers through Jonghyun’s fringe and tuck the rather messy strands away. For a long moment, Kibum gets caught up in their heavily-lidded stare, surprising himself when his mind wanders off and tries to imagine what it would be like without this man, where he would be. The soothing pressure of thumbs tracing his hipbones breaks him out of his reverie, brings him back to the here and now along with the simple truth that none of those places would be as good nor as warm as this one.
Kibum drops a kiss to Jonghyun’s chin before nibbling at his lower lip and laying a trail of pecks and licks down to his collarbone. Jonghyun merely tilts his head upwards, the both of them so quiet - a feat that had taken much practice at first - that Kibum can hear his breath shorten. One of Jonghyun’s hands wanders up to his chest before running down his stomach, fingers deftly teasing the ungroomed hair below his navel. Kibum revels at the touch, Jonghyun wanting him and making it known so blatantly being very high on the list of things that turn him on.
He’s about to move back to Jonghyun’s reddened lips when a sound breaks through the thick air of their bedroom. They both go still at once - another ingrained habit - and surely enough the sounds of a grumbling baby soon follow.
Kibum drops his forehead to the curve of Jonghyun’s shoulder and neck with a groan. The elder lets out a choked chuckle, throat rumbling against Kibum’s temple. Jonghyun keeps mindlessly brushing his fingertips across Kibum’s abdomen as the latter selfishly lingers crouched above him a few seconds longer than he should, nuzzling moist skin into which he mouths “I’ll be back.”
He pushes himself up and off Jonghyun half-heartedly, the tiredness he had felt before Jonghyun had pressed him into the couch suddenly back in full force. He slips on a pair of flannel bottoms before hurrying to his son’s room. The little boy is crying loudly by the time he reaches over the edge of the crib, small white teeth barely starting to show through pink gums. Kibum wipes his cheeks and kisses new tears away as he carries him down the stairs to fetch a frozen chewing toy. Kibum brings them back to Myungki’s room, where he pulls the rocking chair out of the corner and settles down into it with Myungki in his lap. It takes a while for the little boy to take to the toy, spitting it out more than once as Kibum holds it for him, but he eventually stops fussing long enough to suck and chew at it.
Kibum’s head is drooping when Myungki finally falls asleep in his arms. Carefully, he places him back in his crib with one last kiss to this short, black hair and pads back to his bedroom where Jonghyun awaits on his side, eyeing him sleepily. Kibum slips in beside him and lightly presses his mouth to his lips in what he means as a gentle goodnight kiss, but Jonghyun rolls him over and grants him a second, third, fourth kiss and more until Kibum loses count.
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Rating: R
Genre: generic fluffy sexy times
Summary:Practice can make perfect, but some things go unforeseen.
A/N: Inspired by this and because manly Key is unf. I needed me some KeyHyun, however generic. Thank you for reading <3
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It had started on the couch, and Kibum could already tell exactly what Jonghyun had in mind from the moment he first touched their lips together, could tell exactly what he wanted by the way Jonghyun’s body tilted into his.
It hadn’t been long before they had tiptoed as quietly as they could to their bedroom, monitor in hand to keep an ear on a certain sleeping baby. Jonghyun had placed it on the bedside table, cranking the volume up a notch or two just in case before grasping the front of Kibum’s shirt and pulling him down onto the bed with him.
Now, with Jonghyun’s hand cradling the back of his head and Jonghyun’s thighs around his hips, it has never been clearer. Jonghyun kisses him like he needs it, and Kibum distractedly wonders what brought this on, if anything. Maybe the older man is simply in one of his moods again, wherein he feels the sudden need to grab either his laptop or Kibum, whichever is nearer. Jonghyun is emotional, has always been, prompt to become a little overwhelmed at times, more so at night, and in need of an outlet. Jonghyun had told him more than once that time spent together like this is just like composing to him, in a way. Kibum doesn’t really understand, but now, at least, he thinks he gets the gist.
Kibum rolls his hips in, dragging himself against Jonghyun in one smooth motion and pulling a quiet moan from him. Jonghyun turns his head, rubbing noses in the process, and tightens his grip on Kibum’s waist, lip-locked. There’s a strand of hair tickling Kibum’s cheek, and a pair of big, dark eyes open to look up at him when he leans back to brush his fingers through Jonghyun’s fringe and tuck the rather messy strands away. For a long moment, Kibum gets caught up in their heavily-lidded stare, surprising himself when his mind wanders off and tries to imagine what it would be like without this man, where he would be. The soothing pressure of thumbs tracing his hipbones breaks him out of his reverie, brings him back to the here and now along with the simple truth that none of those places would be as good nor as warm as this one.
Kibum drops a kiss to Jonghyun’s chin before nibbling at his lower lip and laying a trail of pecks and licks down to his collarbone. Jonghyun merely tilts his head upwards, the both of them so quiet - a feat that had taken much practice at first - that Kibum can hear his breath shorten. One of Jonghyun’s hands wanders up to his chest before running down his stomach, fingers deftly teasing the ungroomed hair below his navel. Kibum revels at the touch, Jonghyun wanting him and making it known so blatantly being very high on the list of things that turn him on.
He’s about to move back to Jonghyun’s reddened lips when a sound breaks through the thick air of their bedroom. They both go still at once - another ingrained habit - and surely enough the sounds of a grumbling baby soon follow.
Kibum drops his forehead to the curve of Jonghyun’s shoulder and neck with a groan. The elder lets out a choked chuckle, throat rumbling against Kibum’s temple. Jonghyun keeps mindlessly brushing his fingertips across Kibum’s abdomen as the latter selfishly lingers crouched above him a few seconds longer than he should, nuzzling moist skin into which he mouths “I’ll be back.”
He pushes himself up and off Jonghyun half-heartedly, the tiredness he had felt before Jonghyun had pressed him into the couch suddenly back in full force. He slips on a pair of flannel bottoms before hurrying to his son’s room. The little boy is crying loudly by the time he reaches over the edge of the crib, small white teeth barely starting to show through pink gums. Kibum wipes his cheeks and kisses new tears away as he carries him down the stairs to fetch a frozen chewing toy. Kibum brings them back to Myungki’s room, where he pulls the rocking chair out of the corner and settles down into it with Myungki in his lap. It takes a while for the little boy to take to the toy, spitting it out more than once as Kibum holds it for him, but he eventually stops fussing long enough to suck and chew at it.
Kibum’s head is drooping when Myungki finally falls asleep in his arms. Carefully, he places him back in his crib with one last kiss to this short, black hair and pads back to his bedroom where Jonghyun awaits on his side, eyeing him sleepily. Kibum slips in beside him and lightly presses his mouth to his lips in what he means as a gentle goodnight kiss, but Jonghyun rolls him over and grants him a second, third, fourth kiss and more until Kibum loses count.
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