Where Are the Treats? (Chapter 6 Part 2/2)

[just2wings]

🐾 Part 1/2

He exchanges texts with Kibum throughout the week; Kibum has started texting him during the day, sometimes even while in the middle of his schedules. Jonghyun appreciates the little updates, even more so when they’re accompanied by a picture. He also wishes he had exciting things to share with Kibum, but unfortunately school is simply more of the same, meaning endless lectures, assignments and readings on top of readings. His Japanese and writing classes break the monotony of it, though, and Jonghyun always finds himself looking forward to those the most. Sometimes, Kibum texts him a few words in Japanese just to tease him, although Jonghyun suspects he also likes showing off his skills.

Kibum does invite Jonghyun to the concert a few days later, thwarting Taemin’s plan to surprise him. Once the night of the show finally arrives, Jonghyun makes a quick stop over at Kibum’s apartment after his last class to take care of the dogs. He kisses them on the nose before leaving, hoping that he’ll get to see them later that night provided everything goes well.

As much as finally getting to see Kibum perform excites and intrigues him, he can’t deny also feeling nervous about the night to come. He still feels like he doesn’t belong in this world of stage lights and cameras, and he wonders everyday by what stroke of luck he of all people actually ended up befriending the Almighty Key. More than that, he wonders by what stroke of luck Kibum actually ended up reciprocating his interest. When he sees footage of Key on stage or sees his face on billboards, a part of him can’t believe that’s the same boy who let him kiss him. It feels too surreal.

At least Jonghyun will have Taemin to keep him company amongst the celebrities and concert staff. Taemin had also assured him that many of the idols’ friends and family members attend the show, so Jonghyun hopes he won’t feel too out of place after all. After a bit of searching and turning around in circles amongst the crowd, he finally finds Taemin outside the venue and follows him through a back entrance, walking straight into the press conference area.

Jonghyun is instantly blinded by the numerous flashes going off and he wonders how the idols currently talking upfront can endure it without so much as blinking. Taemin and he make their way behind the reporters, only to stop when Taemin suddenly nudges him in the ribs and points to one end of the small, makeshift stage.

Kibum is off to the side, apparently waiting for his turn in front of the press. Or, Key, rather. Even from afar, Jonghyun can tell that his makeup is thick, complete with dark eyeshadow-it even looks like his brows have been drawn in and it all accentuates the sharpness of his features, making him look almost untouchable, unreal.

Once the girl group before him exits the stage, Key makes his way up and stands in the center, posing for the cameras as flashes go off anew.

Jonghyun is instantly taken back to that photoshoot he had attended with Kibum what seems like eons ago. Key has that same practiced, professional manner about him, and Jonghyun is transfixed. Key answers the reporters’ questions with poise and, for a split second, Jonghyun manages to forget that this is Kibum he’s looking at.

He spends the rest of Kibum’s interview watching him in a daze, barely registering his words above the incessant clicking of camera shutters and murmurs of reporters. When Key finally gives a deep bow before exiting the stage, Taemin has to nudge him again to get him moving.

He almost loses sight of him a few times as Taemin navigates them through the crowd. Taemin then leads him through a poorly lit hallway, only to run into Kibum himself on the other side.

“Hyung!” Taemin calls out and Kibum turns around at once, smiling when he spots Taemin.

“Hey, you made it!” he says, pulling Taemin in for a hug. “Do you know if Jonghyun-”

His sentence falls flat once his eyes land on Jonghyun and the smile he then grants him is slightly different; it’s softer, somehow. Kibum lets go of Taemin and walks up to Jonghyun, pulling him into a hug as well before Jonghyun can even react.

“Thank you for coming,” Kibum says once they’ve pulled apart. Jonghyun doesn’t think he imagines the way Kibum’s hands linger on his waist, but right now he can’t be sure of anything, really.

If Kibum looked amazing from afar, he looks downright incredible up close. His hair is dyed a very dark brown, framing his face in elegant waves and the many golden ornaments on his white, uniform-style outfit shimmer every time he moves. He looks regal like this, and not even the bright blue contacts that Jonghyun sometimes finds unsettling can deter him this time.

“You look… wow,” Jonghyun says breathlessly.

Kibum chuckles at him, but he also tilts his head down in the way Jonghyun has come to associate with him being slightly shy about something. One would think that Kibum would be better at taking compliments after years in the spotlight, but the fact that Jonghyun can still make him like this is heart-warming.

“Thank you.”

“Did you manage to get us seats?” Taemin then asks.

“No, sorry, you’ll have to be sneaky and watch from the sides or from the back of the venue.”

Taemin shrugs, unconcerned. “That’s okay, I’ll sneak Jonghyun-hyung around. You’re on after f(x), right?”

Kibum nods. “We still have at least half an hour before the show starts though, let me take you back to the lounges.”

Jonghyun has never been backstage at any sort of event before, so wandering corridors and crossing paths with idols and countless staff members is making his head spin. Taemin had been right; there are so many people milling around backstage that he and Taemin don’t particularly stand out and for that Jonghyun is grateful.

Kibum leads them to a big dressing room filled with banners and balloons. There are a few girls getting their makeup touched up to one side along with what appear to be guests or friends lounging around on the couches lining the back wall.

“Taemin-ah!” a familiar voice calls out as soon as they enter the room. Taemin head whips around at the sound and Jonghyun is surprised to see Choi Minho walking towards them. He wraps Taemin up in a hug, patting his back a few times. While Jonghyun had noticed before that Minho could be rather tactile, he is still surprised by the warm greeting. “You’re coming to the after-party, yeah?”

Taemin nods vigorously before pointing to Jonghyun. “Jonghyun-hyung came, too.”

Minho notices him at once and seems taken aback for a second. However, his expression soon morphs and the grin he gives Jonghyun is slightly lewd, leaving Jonghyun to wonder just how much he knows about him and Kibum. Probably too much. Why does Kibum have to have so many close friends?

“Is it your first time backstage?” Minho asks him. He doesn’t sound condescending in the least, only curious.

Jonghyun nods curtly. “First time seeing Kibum perform, actually.”

Minho’s eyebrows disappear beneath his fringe. “Really?” He turns to Kibum for an answer, but Kibum only nods as well. “Well, you’re in for a treat. Have fun-you too, Kibum.” He claps them both on the shoulder before wandering off to greet another idol.

Jonghyun stands to the side, along with Taemin, as countless people come up to Kibum to either congratulate him or wish him good luck. Gyeongshik eventually shows up to lead Kibum to the picture area, where more photographers snap picture after picture of him as he poses and signs the banners behind him. As concert time approaches, the energy and tension in the room seem to rise as well, finally peaking once the staff announce the concert will be starting in five minutes. Everything is a hectic blur after that, with people rushing off in every direction.

Kibum is talking to some staff members when Taemin taps his elbow to get his attention.

“We’re going to go find some good spots,” he announces. “We’ll be back after your first performance. Good luck, hyung!”

Kibum had been perfectly composed earlier, but he seems slightly nervous now that the countdown has begun and Jonghyun wishes so badly he could kiss him, or do something to otherwise reassure him. Instead, he reaches out for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and Kibum sends him a grateful glance. “You’ll do great,” Jonghyun assures him.

Taemin whisks him away before Kibum can answer, pulling Jonghyun along endless corridors until they finally emerge into the seating area of the stadium. They climb the stairs and take a seat off to one side, on the top step. Taemin assures him they won’t be bothered here considering this area is reserved for the idols’ guests.

Jonghyun fidgets in his spot as they wait for the show to begin. The constant chanting of the crowd is getting to him, making him thrum with excitement. He isn’t ashamed to admit he lets out a loud whoop once the lights go out and the music starts. Taemin elbows him in the side and Jonghyun is pretty sure he can hear him laugh, but he decides he doesn’t care.

First up is a young boy group that Jonghyun vaguely recognizes. The crowd goes absolutely wild, and that pretty much sets the tone for the next hour or so. Jonghyun finds himself watching the huge screens set up on either side of the stage a lot, considering how far up they are. When the crowd quietens a little to listen to the girls now introducing themselves on stage, Taemin leans towards him.

“Key is on after them,” he tells Jonghyun, “in two more songs.”

Jonghyun feels a mixture of apprehension and excitement bubble in the pit of his stomach. Once the second song comes to an end and the lights go out, Jonghyun shoots up from his seat, followed by Taemin.

The anticipation in the crowd is almost tangible and when Key’s logo finally appears on the screens, the audience erupts into deafening screams. Jonghyun spends a moment just taking it in, amazed by how one man can rile up such a big crowd.

Key bursts onto the stage from one of its trap doors, his white and gold outfit shining under the spotlights, and suddenly the audience’s energy is renewed and heightened tenfold.

Witnessing Kibum on stage with his own eyes is, in one word, incredible. The more Jonghyun watches, the more he becomes convinced that Kibum was born to perform. He may be a solo act, but his presence still fills up the entire stage as he delivers every move and line with vigour. There is never a dull moment with Key on stage and by the time he stops to catch his breath and introduce himself, Jonghyun is beyond impressed. His gaze is hooked to the man on stage and Jonghyun never tears his gaze away, not even to glance at the screens in case he might miss something. Kibum is simply that entrancing to watch, and Jonghyun basks in the awed feeling taking hold of him.

When Kibum finishes his set and leaves the stage to the sound of more screaming, Taemin quickly yanks a dazed Jonghyun back down the steps. He guides him back to Key’s dressing room just in time to see the idol shedding his jacket, emptying a water bottle.

Kibum is absolutely drenched in sweat and there are a few makeup stains on the collar of his white shirt. A staff member hands him a towel and he quickly dabs at his face before draping it over his shoulder. He looks exhausted and he’s still breathing heavily, but he brightens up immediately when he notices Taemin and Jonghyun walking towards him.

“So? How was it?” he asks, expectant.

Taemin gives him two thumbs up and offers his congratulations, but Jonghyun has a harder time articulating the roller coaster of emotions that was watching Key perform.

“You were amazing,” Jonghyun tells him in a breath. It does absolutely no justice to the thoughts running around in his head but Jonghyun is, for once in his life, at a loss for words.

“Thanks, Jjong.”

“I mean it, you’re incredible. Meant to perform,” he blabbers on. Taemin chuckles to his side, but Jonghyun doesn’t care if this will get him teased for being sentimental.

Kibum’s features soften at once, staring back at Jonghyun for a long moment. Jonghyun doesn’t mind the scrutiny, not this time, not when he’s already lain himself bare with his confession.

Kibum eventually looks away with a small smile and Jonghyun hopes that means he believes him.

“I have to go change,” Kibum announces. “I’ll be right back.”

A coordinator hands him what looks to be a black suit and Kibum heads off to change behind the dividers that have been set up at the back of the dressing room. He starts unbuttoning his white shirt on the way, and Jonghyun watches him until he slips behind the folding screen, out of sight. When he emerges mere minutes later, Jonghyun nearly has a heart attack.

He’s wearing that suit: the one he wore in Japan without a dress shirt underneath, the one with the wonderfully fitted pants that clung to his legs and hips as he delivered all manners of body rolls and hip thrusts.

“Quit staring,” Taemin chastises, turning around and facing away from him. If Jonghyun didn’t know better he’d think Taemin was trying to pretend he didn’t know him. “You’re being too obvious.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jonghyun mutters to himself. He doesn’t think he can handle watching this performance live.

Kibum hands off his previous outfit to the same coordinator before making his way back over to them. Only, Jonghyun has trouble establishing eye contact considering how his gaze keeps drifting south, taking in Kibum’s collarbones before drifting lower to study the part of his stomach that peeks through the parted fabric of his jacket. Kibum stretches an arm over his head to fiddle with his hair, revealing more of his stomach and belly button, and Jonghyun openly ogles him.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to perform that song,” Jonghyun accuses. He feels like he should have been properly warned about this.

“Oh? You know the next song?” Kibum asks, confused.

“I saw it on TV the other day, while you were in Japan,” Jonghyun answers, throat tightening up at the memory.

Kibum raises a sleek eyebrow at him, and the look coupled to his attire is too much for Jonghyun to handle. Jonghyun can almost feel his brain going offline for a moment, reduced to simply staring and breathing the sight in.

Kibum looks like he wants to say something, but a coordinator comes to fetch him before he can get any words out, dragging him into a makeup chair.

“Do you want to go back into the audience or watch from the side?” Taemin asks him. “We have to be quick though because I think Key-hyung is up soon.”

Jonghyun weighs his options for a moment, but in the end he thinks this is a performance he wants to see up-close even if it might utterly ruin him.

“Side,” he decides. Taemin gives a small sigh but doesn’t protest, leading Jonghyun out of the room and into the backstage area.

Jonghyun is really beginning to wonder how Taemin knows his way around so well; just how many concerts has he attended like this? Then again, knowing his and Kibum’s history, he has probably been to most if not every single one since Key’s debut. Jonghyun feels a spark of envy at the thought, but quickly pushes it aside.

Taemin leads him up a metal staircase and Jonghyun can see the stage lights and a part of the crowd from between the curtains hanging to the side of the stage. Once they get close enough, Jonghyun realizes they can see the entire stage from this side and Jonghyun braces himself for what is about to come.

The girls on stage finish their routine, disappearing through a trap door in the center, and Jonghyun feels his pulse skyrocket when the music suddenly changes. He recognizes the song instantly, and his heart is downright pounding in his chest by the time Key walks onto the stage.

He looks almost too good, and once again Jonghyun is unable to look away from him throughout the whole performance. Now that he’s witnessing it from closer, the amount of energy and strength Kibum pours into the choreography is plain to see. Jonghyun feels a buzzing warmth pool low in his gut, and by the end of the song his pants feel uncomfortably tight.

As soon as the dancers strike the ending pose and the lights go out, Kibum turns to the side and locks eyes with Jonghyun. Jonghyun has a hard time reading the look in his eyes as Kibum walks up to him, so he’s thoroughly surprised when Kibum backs him into a curtain, just out of sight, and melds their lips together. Jonghyun promptly forgets all about where they are, focusing wholly on sucking Kibum’s tongue out of his mouth instead and nipping at his lips. His hips jump when Kibum suddenly runs a hand over his crotch, palming him hard. Jonghyun nearly whimpers at the touch, only to be interrupted when Taemin clears his throat loudly beside them.

Kibum quickly pulls away wide-eyed, as though just realizing where they are and what they are doing. He looks beyond winded, and Jonghyun feels the same even though he isn’t the one who just danced for four minutes straight.

“Not the time or the place, hyung,” Taemin reminds them. “I hear people coming.”

Kibum steadies himself with a deep breath before taking Jonghyun’s face into his hands, resting their foreheads together.

“Come to my place tonight?” he asks in a breathy voice, lips barely brushing over Jonghyun’s. That alone would be enough to get Jonghyun to agree to anything, but once Kibum’s words register in his mind Jonghyun feels his own breath catch in his throat.

He nods briskly and Kibum tilts his head, kissing him hard before pulling away and fleeing down the staircase, leaving Jonghyun with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

“Please never do that in front of me ever again,” Taemin states flatly, looking rather perturbed. “This is the first and last time I ever cover for you two, by the way.”

Jonghyun can’t help but chuckle, feeling inexplicably giddy. Never in a million years had he expected his first concert experience to be anything like this yet here he is, backstage, sharing secret glances and touches with one of the main acts. He wonders when he went from being a simple student to being someone who got to hang around the dressing room; the thought is most jarring, but Jonghyun tries not to question it too much.

The energy backstage is still running high when the concert comes to an end. Jonghyun loses sight of Key for a while but he runs into Minho, who offers to drive him to the restaurant where the after-party will take place.

The restaurant turns out to be close by and there are already quite a few people inside, chatting loudly with drinks in hand. Kibum arrives with his manager shortly after them and takes a seat in front of Jonghyun. Everyone seems ravenous and they only keep getting louder and louder as the drinks keep flowing, although Jonghyun notices Kibum doesn’t even touch his shot glass once, leaving it full. It fills Jonghyun with hope at the thought of what’s about to come. Still, Jonghyun spends most of the late-night meal chatting with Minho to his side, occasionally trading long glances with Kibum that have him shifting in his seat. Kibum had taken his blue contacts out after the concert and the looks he keeps sending Jonghyun are dark and promising. Jonghyun sort of can’t wait to get out of here, but rushing out with Kibum right away would be too conspicuous. Instead, he’s forced to sit through an hour of heated glances and stifling conversation. By the end of it, Jonghyun is thrumming with impatience and he almost springs out of his seat when Kibum stands up, announcing that he’s taking a taxi home. Minho gives them both a knowing look but thankfully keeps quiet about it, simply wishing them a good night.

Kibum goes around the table to say goodbye to his fellow labelmates while Jonghyun waits for him by the door. It’s with incredible self-restraint that Jonghyun manages to keep his hands to himself while they ride the taxi back to Kibum’s apartment, and judging by the way Kibum keeps his hands firmly curled in his lap, he feels the same way.

As soon as they cross the doorway into his apartment, everything changes. It’s as if the spring coiled tightly inside of Jonghyun finally lets loose, and when Kibum knocks him against the wall for a rough kiss, Jonghyun nearly growls into it. His hands find their way to Kibum’s hips, pulling him closer and sliding to his ass when Kibum bites down on his lower lip. Kibum makes an aborted moan when Jonghyun gropes the flesh boldly.

“Feels like I’ve been waiting forever to do this,” Kibum speaks lowly, panting heavily. He presses their hips together and Jonghyun can feel him, hot and hard against him, and it sends a jolt of arousal down his spine. Jonghyun must look like the mess he feels inside because Kibum takes a moment to look him over before licking his lips and pulling him over to the couch.

They both ignore the dogs twirling around their feet and Jonghyun stumbles, falling onto the couch. Kibum crouches in front of him, placing a hand on each thigh to spread his legs and Jonghyun swallows thickly at the sight. “Fuck.”

Kibum sends him this sultry, knowing look that shuts him up at once. He quickly undoes his pants, tugging his underwear down, and Jonghyun gasps when he carefully pulls his cock out.

Kibum strokes him painfully slowly a few times, blowing hot air to the head. “Mmm, thick,” he murmurs in a low, gravelly voice, and Jonghyun just about blanks out right then and there.

Jonghyun squirms on the couch as Kibum keeps stroking him, about to give in and beg for more when those plump, pink lips of his finally wrap snugly around the tip. Jonghyun lets his head fall back with a loud moan as Kibum takes him deeper, cradling his cock on his tongue.

It only gets better from there; Kibum picks up the pace, sucking with hollowed cheeks before pulling off and licking around the head. He looks absolutely sinful like this, on his knees, nestled between Jonghyun’s legs and watching him through dark, heavy-lidded eyes as his pink tongue works him over. Jonghyun tries to get him to speed up, canting his hips, but Kibum only chuckles around him and slows to a more languorous pace, sometimes pulling back to rub at the crown with his thumb while his tongue teases the slit.

“Fuck, Kibum-” Jonghyun attempts to warn him when he feels familiar pressure build up within him; he has no hope of lasting any longer, not when Kibum ignores his warning, sealing his lips around his girth to deliver a hard suck. That does it for Jonghyun; he comes with Kibum’s name on his lips and a hand in his hair, holding on for dear life. Kibum keeps suckling at him until Jonghyun shakes with the aftershocks, too sensitive, and he pulls off with a slick sound that has Jonghyun letting out a wretched, breathless grunt.

Jonghyun tries to take in a few deep breaths, feeling like he’s just run a marathon, when Kibum crawls up his body, placing kisses along his neck and jaw before pecking his lips.

“I’ve been hoping to do that for a long time, too,” he tells him with a smirk. “I think I have a thing for you and messing up my couch.”

“Fucker,” Jonghyun croaks out, letting his head fall back again, and Kibum chuckles at him, leaning in to bite at his neck. He runs a hand down Kibum’s side before sliding to the front of his jeans; Kibum is still hard, and Jonghyun wants nothing more than to return the favour right now.

Kibum pushes into his touch, moving to straddle him, and Jonghyun latches his lips to the column of his neck when Kibum pulls back to release a shaky breath. Kibum rolls his hips into his hand, gripping his shoulders, and Jonghyun revels in the soft, choked-out noises that keep falling from his lips.

Jonghyun is just getting into the rhythm of it when Kibum suddenly pulls his head back, Jonghyun’s teeth catching on the skin of his neck where he had been nibbling at it.

“You can’t…” he mumbles, seeming to struggle with his words for a moment. He frowns regretfully down at Jonghyun and raises a hand to cover the reddening bite mark on his neck. “No visible marks.”

Jonghyun recoils for a second, taken aback, but then again it makes perfect sense. He can’t say he hadn’t been expecting something like this, either.

“I can work around that,” he assures Kibum, feeling cocky all of a sudden. Then again he thinks he has every right to be, considering the way Kibum is currently spread out in his lap, lips cherry red and dark hair mussed up.

He grabs the hem of Kibum’s shirt and lifts it up to his armpits, leaning forward to nip at his stomach instead. It doesn’t have quite the effect Jonghyun had hoped for, though; Kibum dissolves into a fit of giggles, twisting out of Jonghyun’s grip and falling sideways on the couch.

“That t-tickles,” he stutters in between giggles. Jonghyun suddenly gets an idea but Kibum sees right through it because he puts up a struggle when Jonghyun suddenly leans over him in an attempt to hold him down.

“No!” he screeches as he shields himself, but he’s laughing, too, so Jonghyun keeps trying to pin him down and lifts up his shirt. Kibum lets out another shrill yell when Jonghyun manages to bite at his stomach again, and it must get the dogs’ attention because the next thing he knows there are two fluffy balls of fur whining and pawing at the couch.

Jonghyun turns his head to the side, laying it across Kibum’s stomach only to come face to face with Comme Des, who looks rather agitated. Comme Des stretches his neck to sniff at him and Jonghyun bumps noses with him, taking the dog by surprise. The pup looks beyond confused, recoiling a little when Jonghyun then pretends to growl at him.

“Mine,” he mutters, nipping at Kibum’s skin again.

Kibum merely cuffs him upside the head as he makes an exasperated sound. “Stop messing with them!”

Jonghyun lifts himself onto his elbows and mimics biting Kibum again only for Comme Des to let out another long, plaintive whine, shuffling by the couch.

“I don’t think they like it when I bite you.”

Kibum takes Jonghyun’s face in his hands, pulling him up his body. “You’re an idiot,” he says fondly. He doesn’t resist when Jonghyun dips down for a kiss. The thick, slightly salty taste still clinging to his mouth drives Jonghyun crazy when Kibum parts his lips to deepen the kiss. Kibum keeps it short, and when he draws back his expression has gone serious, pensive. It throws Jonghyun off for a moment and he holds his breath, waiting for Kibum to speak.

“Stay the night?” Kibum sounds so unsure, vulnerable as he utters the words. It somehow makes Jonghyun’s heart swell and shatter at the same time.

“Sure,” he whispers. It’s his turn to cradle Kibum’s face in his hands, kissing him gently, barely brushing their lips together as he tries to convey everything he isn’t quite ready to utter out loud yet. Soon, he hopes. “Come, now’s my turn.”

He straightens himself off the couch, quickly tucking himself back into his pants before helping Kibum up as well. He leads them to the bedroom, ridding Kibum of his shirt along the way. He closes the door to deter any curious puppies from following them and helps Kibum strip out of the rest of his clothes. When Kibum finally stands fully naked, Jonghyun wastes no time pushing him back onto his bed.

Jonghyun takes a moment to admire this, him, thinking back to all the times he thought he could never have this.

Kibum squirms on the sheets when Jonghyun takes too long, lifting himself onto his elbows just in time to watch Jonghyun kneel into the V of his splayed legs. Jonghyun runs his hands along the inside of his thighs, hooking behind his knees to spread them further.

He hovers over Kibum’s dick, eyeing the purpling tip and the bead of pre-cum pooling at the slit with bated breath. He feels his mouth water but forces himself to wait, to keep things slow.

Kibum doesn’t appreciate his slow teasing, however; he combs a hand through Jonghyun’s hair, gripping the thick strands to urge him on.

“Jjong,” he speaks, out of breath already and Jonghyun’s ego skyrockets at the sound. “Stop fucking teasing,” he warns impatiently.

When Jonghyun dips his head down, he bypasses Kibum’s dick to instead lick along his perineum. Kibum gasps at the sensation but it soon dissolves into a moan and Jonghyun feels his thighs fall apart even more. Jonghyun gives a few tentative, curious licks to his entrance, teasing the rim with the tip of his tongue before finally giving into Kibum’s tight grip on his hair and letting Kibum pull him back to his cock.

Jonghyun swipes his tongue over the tip and Kibum positively shakes beneath him, giving another loud moan. He’s just so sensitive, so receptive; Jonghyun could spend all day like this, kneeling between Kibum’s legs, licking and teasing at sensitive flesh. When Kibum looks down at him, Jonghyun grants him a wolfish grin before taking him fully into his mouth. He goes deeper and deeper until he’s nosing Kibum’s pubes, swallowing once around him and Kibum screams, fingers fisting in his hair. Jonghyun pulls off and splutters for breath, the taste of him coating his mouth, the smell heavy on his palate.

“Holy shit,” Kibum mumbles, looking down at Jonghyun with wide, watery eyes. Jonghyun can feel the muscles in his thighs twitch beneath his palms, and he sort of can’t wait to do it all over again.

He does just that, taking Kibum in all the way and getting the same reaction out of him. He bobs his head a few times and that’s all it takes for Kibum to pull painfully at his hair, back arching off the bed as he shoots down Jonghyun’s throat.

Jonghyun pulls off with a slurp, giving his softening dick a few more licks just to see him squirm under the attention until Kibum closes his thighs, trapping Jonghyun’s head. Jonghyun chuckles warmly, opening Kibum’s legs again so that he can crawl over him, lying down on top of him.

Kibum’s chest heaves beneath his and he looks part overwhelmed and part awestruck, but in the best way ever.

“That was… fuck,” he croaks out. He runs a finger across Jonghyun’s plush bottom lip, hooking it behind his teeth when Jonghyun parts his lips for a breath. “You have the most amazing mouth.”

Jonghyun leans down for an open-mouthed, messy kiss that Kibum returns with enthusiasm, licking the taste of himself from his mouth. His thighs come up to cradle Jonghyun’s hips as he tangles their legs together, settling under Jonghyun’s weight. Jonghyun realizes at once he is still fully clothed while Kibum is completely naked, and the thought sends an excited thrill through him.

They kiss for a long time, and Jonghyun feels the tell-tale warmth of arousal stir within him again, where he’s pressed up against Kibum, but they’re both too worn out to act on it.

“We should go get cleaned up,” Kibum speaks softly.

“‘kay,” Jonghyun answers just as softly. He rolls off of him and begins discarding his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor that he resolves to deal with tomorrow. He doesn’t think either of them has the will to shower considering how late-or early, rather-it is. Kibum disappears into his closet for a moment, emerging in loose boxer shorts and an adorable pyjama shirt. Kibum offers him a change of clothes as well but Jonghyun declines, keeping just his underwear on.

He joins Kibum in his bathroom and together they share space over the sink as Jonghyun brushes his teeth with one of Kibum’s spare toothbrushes, watching as Kibum goes through the meticulous process of removing his makeup and washing his face clean.

Jonghyun is the first to finish, so he leaves Kibum to it while he dives under the covers of his bed, breathing in the now familiar smell of vanilla and the slightly more sour smell of sex and sweat. He doesn’t mind it in the least, and he’s already dozing off with a mindless smile on his lips by the time Kibum finally joins him under the covers, pressing against his back. Falling asleep has never been so easy.

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