this love (is a sure thing)
kai/kyungsoo | pwp, body-worship | nc-17 | poor excuse for body-worshipping | 1.5k
Summary: Kyungsoo is a map that Jongin will never stop trying to memorize.
Note: For my Huiling (hokaidos). I really hope I didn't disappoint you bby ❤
Kyungsoo’s skin bleeds into the alabaster sheets, his fingers clenched tightly in the starch fabric and they pool around his lithe body. His legs are spread wide, Jongin situated in between them, the heat of their love caged between their chests. Jongin’s skin is dark against his, taut muscles over plush flesh; yin fit to yang.
Kyungsoo’s lips are soft against his, plush and swollen from so many kisses before, and their tongues meet for the thousandth time that night-- but even a million would never be enough for Jongin. A thousand lifetimes with Kyungsoo would never be enough. Jongin runs a hand through Kyungsoo’s hair, and he feels the shudder that washes over his spine and surges into the tremble of his thighs that slowly wrap their way around Jongin’s waist.
They move against each other languidly, their heartbeats in sync, their skin pulling together as they kiss once, twice, three times before pulling back to breathe. Kyungsoo never fails to take his breath away.
Their cocks are already hard, curving to their stomach with beads of precome rolling down, but the air around them encases their bodies and slows everything down until the clock on the bedside table ticks once for every two beats of their hearts.
Kyungsoo looks so amazing, laid out in front of him, pliant and needy with his cheeks colored with lust. Jongin knows he is the only one that can break him down into these tiny pieces; until he isn’t Kyungsoo, but a sonorous moan that suffuses over the air and melts into Jongin’s skin.
“I want to hear your voice,” Jongin whispers when he sees Kyungsoo’s bottom lip drawn between his teeth, one hand ghosting over the elder’s arm and the other pressed against the mattress. “I want to hear how much you love me.”
“I love you so much,” Kyungsoo gasps out, and Jongin swoops down to press his mouth to Kyungsoo’s neck. “So much.”
Jongin hums against his skin, sucking at the white skin until reds and purples bloom like the sunset on the canvas of his flesh. He runs his fingertips over the bumps of black moles that are like stars, each holding their own world that Jongin loses himself in. They are littered over Kyungsoo’s neck and chest, and even one by his ear, and he makes sure to kiss each and every one of them. Each time Kyungsoo’s breath hitches in his throat, and he tilts his head back so Jongin can kiss under his jaw and down the column of his neck.
The ridges of Kyungsoo’s chest run smoothly under Jongin’s mouth. He makes sure to flick a tongue over each of his nipples teasingly, watching an array of emotions cross his lover’s face. He could never get tired of watching Kyungsoo, the way his mouth opens with a silent gasp and how his eyes close, eyebrows scrunched over them. Even the way his hair is matted with sweat and slicked to his forehead, and how Kyungsoo brushes it back every time he manages to gather the strength.
He moves on to Kyungsoo arms next, unfurling Kyungsoo’s hands from his biceps and kissing each individual knuckle, then dragging his lips over the fingers that he loves so much. They’ve gone red from pressure, crescents already forming on Jongin’s arms, and Kyungsoo’s entire body is simultaneously tensed and relaxed when he curls his hands into Jongin’s. Kyungsoo’s arms are strong and muscular, but his hands are small and his fingers fit perfectly into the spaces between Jongin’s.
Jongin’s favorite part of Kyungsoo’s body will always be his hips and thighs. His legs are plush despite how thin he is, ankles hooked behind Jongin’s back and he laughs when has to reach back and pull his legs apart.
Kyungsoo bucks into him when he leans down, his anticipation turned high, and Jongin has to hold him down with a strong grip on his sides. Jongin glances up through hooded eyes as he presses kisses into the peaks of his hipbones. Kyungsoo’s face contorts into pleasure-- he’s always been the most sensitive on his hips.
But Jongin cannot stop there. He takes the flesh between his teeth, biting marks into a mercurial canvas and drawing out his name with nuances of rose. Kyungsoo’s cock is curved, sitting below his belly button in an angry red, and Jongin kisses his way around the heat, enjoying the way Kyungsoo squirms, trying to get his mouth where he wants it.
A smirk slides across Jongin’s face and he spreads Kyungsoo’s thighs wider, flattening them on the bed so that his body is completely on display and vulnerable and all for Jongin to see.
Jongin sucks marks into the skin where his thigh meets his hip, Kyungsoo’s cock twitching with arousal and his hips slightly bucking, trying to get as close to Jongin as possible. When he switches to the other side, satisfied with the thin sheen of sweat lighting Kyungsoo’s face and chest, he lets his bottom lip catch just slightly on the shaft of his length.
“Oh fuck, Jongin, please,” Kyungsoo cries out, and one of his hands flies to hold Jongin’s hand in place.
“Not yet,” Jongin replies. He grabs Kyungsoo’s hand, threading their fingers together and letting his hot breath wash over sensitive skin.
Jongin doesn’t hold his hand for long, the palms of his hand soon moving down the length of his thighs, feeling the smooth skin run under his hands and the slight quiver he causes when he runs his thumbs under the back of Kyungsoo’s knees.
His legs are absolutely glorious, plush and thick and leading up to a rounded ass, and Jongin doesn’t waste one second before sinking his teeth into the skin and sucking a purple hickie into it.
He doesn’t stop with just one, though. Jongin sucks as many marks into Kyungsoo’s thighs as he can, enjoying the way Kyungsoo moans when he nears his dick and the way he shivers when he props his legs up and licks down the backs of his thighs.
“Turn around, baby,” Jongin orders, and Kyungsoo is quick to reply.
Kyungsoo braces his arms against the bed, ass high up in the air with his legs spread and his back arched against the cool air. Jongin watches the way his muscles contort, his shoulder blades sticking from his skin, and the way he flinches when he runs his hand down the plane of his back. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, Jongin’s own still aching from watching the beauty that is his boyfriend break apart for him, piece by piece.
Jongin starts by leaving butterfly kisses down the length of his spine, leaning in to the curve of his spine as Kyungsoo’s back arches once again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the syllables drowning in their arousal. “You are this fucking gorgeous and you don’t even know it.”
Kyungsoo can only keen in reply as Jongin presses his lips to his waist. He trails further down, hands groping at the swell of his ass before lips replace the harsh dig of fingers.
“Please fuck me. Please,” Kyungsoo begs, and his voice is raw with groans and carnal need.
With a few last kisses down the backs of Kyungsoo’s thighs and a few planted on the cleft of his butt, Jongin replies, “anything you want, baby.”
Jongin fucks him slowly, with hands running over every dip and curve of his body and Kyungsoo holding them close together with legs wrapped around his body. Their moans melt together into a symphony of love, and Jongin records every break in Kyungsoo when he fucks into him harder than before and every time he throws his head back when Jongin hits his prostate.
As they are about to come, Kyungsoo hooks his arm over the back of Jongin’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss; it is sloppy and wet and their teeth clash together, but their hearts are beating right against each other and they love the feeling of their mouths fit together so perfectly.
Kyungsoo comes with Jongin’s hand wrapped around his cock, and he tugs once, twice, three times before white ropes lace his stomach. Jongin spills into Kyungsoo seconds later, Kyungsoo’s walls squeezing around his length and grunts out his lover’s name.
Jongin ruts into him even after he’s finished, milking the last remnants of pleasure left in their high and smiling when Kyungsoo groans as he pulls out.
There is not a single thing that Jongin could pick from Kyungsoo that he loves; his neck, his arms, or his thighs. There is not one quality he loves about the rest; the way he throws his head back in please, the way he bites his lip, or the shake in his thighs.
Because all of these things bundle up into Kyungsoo, and Jongin loves each piece of Kyungsoo that he breaks him down into. Each mole that he can join into constellations, each twinkle in his eye that reminds Jongin of the Moon; Kyungsoo is his world, and Jongin is perpetually caught in the gravitational pull of his love.
Summary: Kyungsoo is a map that Jongin will never stop trying to memorize.
Note: For my Huiling (hokaidos). I really hope I didn't disappoint you bby ❤
Kyungsoo’s skin bleeds into the alabaster sheets, his fingers clenched tightly in the starch fabric and they pool around his lithe body. His legs are spread wide, Jongin situated in between them, the heat of their love caged between their chests. Jongin’s skin is dark against his, taut muscles over plush flesh; yin fit to yang.
Kyungsoo’s lips are soft against his, plush and swollen from so many kisses before, and their tongues meet for the thousandth time that night-- but even a million would never be enough for Jongin. A thousand lifetimes with Kyungsoo would never be enough. Jongin runs a hand through Kyungsoo’s hair, and he feels the shudder that washes over his spine and surges into the tremble of his thighs that slowly wrap their way around Jongin’s waist.
They move against each other languidly, their heartbeats in sync, their skin pulling together as they kiss once, twice, three times before pulling back to breathe. Kyungsoo never fails to take his breath away.
Their cocks are already hard, curving to their stomach with beads of precome rolling down, but the air around them encases their bodies and slows everything down until the clock on the bedside table ticks once for every two beats of their hearts.
Kyungsoo looks so amazing, laid out in front of him, pliant and needy with his cheeks colored with lust. Jongin knows he is the only one that can break him down into these tiny pieces; until he isn’t Kyungsoo, but a sonorous moan that suffuses over the air and melts into Jongin’s skin.
“I want to hear your voice,” Jongin whispers when he sees Kyungsoo’s bottom lip drawn between his teeth, one hand ghosting over the elder’s arm and the other pressed against the mattress. “I want to hear how much you love me.”
“I love you so much,” Kyungsoo gasps out, and Jongin swoops down to press his mouth to Kyungsoo’s neck. “So much.”
Jongin hums against his skin, sucking at the white skin until reds and purples bloom like the sunset on the canvas of his flesh. He runs his fingertips over the bumps of black moles that are like stars, each holding their own world that Jongin loses himself in. They are littered over Kyungsoo’s neck and chest, and even one by his ear, and he makes sure to kiss each and every one of them. Each time Kyungsoo’s breath hitches in his throat, and he tilts his head back so Jongin can kiss under his jaw and down the column of his neck.
The ridges of Kyungsoo’s chest run smoothly under Jongin’s mouth. He makes sure to flick a tongue over each of his nipples teasingly, watching an array of emotions cross his lover’s face. He could never get tired of watching Kyungsoo, the way his mouth opens with a silent gasp and how his eyes close, eyebrows scrunched over them. Even the way his hair is matted with sweat and slicked to his forehead, and how Kyungsoo brushes it back every time he manages to gather the strength.
He moves on to Kyungsoo arms next, unfurling Kyungsoo’s hands from his biceps and kissing each individual knuckle, then dragging his lips over the fingers that he loves so much. They’ve gone red from pressure, crescents already forming on Jongin’s arms, and Kyungsoo’s entire body is simultaneously tensed and relaxed when he curls his hands into Jongin’s. Kyungsoo’s arms are strong and muscular, but his hands are small and his fingers fit perfectly into the spaces between Jongin’s.
Jongin’s favorite part of Kyungsoo’s body will always be his hips and thighs. His legs are plush despite how thin he is, ankles hooked behind Jongin’s back and he laughs when has to reach back and pull his legs apart.
Kyungsoo bucks into him when he leans down, his anticipation turned high, and Jongin has to hold him down with a strong grip on his sides. Jongin glances up through hooded eyes as he presses kisses into the peaks of his hipbones. Kyungsoo’s face contorts into pleasure-- he’s always been the most sensitive on his hips.
But Jongin cannot stop there. He takes the flesh between his teeth, biting marks into a mercurial canvas and drawing out his name with nuances of rose. Kyungsoo’s cock is curved, sitting below his belly button in an angry red, and Jongin kisses his way around the heat, enjoying the way Kyungsoo squirms, trying to get his mouth where he wants it.
A smirk slides across Jongin’s face and he spreads Kyungsoo’s thighs wider, flattening them on the bed so that his body is completely on display and vulnerable and all for Jongin to see.
Jongin sucks marks into the skin where his thigh meets his hip, Kyungsoo’s cock twitching with arousal and his hips slightly bucking, trying to get as close to Jongin as possible. When he switches to the other side, satisfied with the thin sheen of sweat lighting Kyungsoo’s face and chest, he lets his bottom lip catch just slightly on the shaft of his length.
“Oh fuck, Jongin, please,” Kyungsoo cries out, and one of his hands flies to hold Jongin’s hand in place.
“Not yet,” Jongin replies. He grabs Kyungsoo’s hand, threading their fingers together and letting his hot breath wash over sensitive skin.
Jongin doesn’t hold his hand for long, the palms of his hand soon moving down the length of his thighs, feeling the smooth skin run under his hands and the slight quiver he causes when he runs his thumbs under the back of Kyungsoo’s knees.
His legs are absolutely glorious, plush and thick and leading up to a rounded ass, and Jongin doesn’t waste one second before sinking his teeth into the skin and sucking a purple hickie into it.
He doesn’t stop with just one, though. Jongin sucks as many marks into Kyungsoo’s thighs as he can, enjoying the way Kyungsoo moans when he nears his dick and the way he shivers when he props his legs up and licks down the backs of his thighs.
“Turn around, baby,” Jongin orders, and Kyungsoo is quick to reply.
Kyungsoo braces his arms against the bed, ass high up in the air with his legs spread and his back arched against the cool air. Jongin watches the way his muscles contort, his shoulder blades sticking from his skin, and the way he flinches when he runs his hand down the plane of his back. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, Jongin’s own still aching from watching the beauty that is his boyfriend break apart for him, piece by piece.
Jongin starts by leaving butterfly kisses down the length of his spine, leaning in to the curve of his spine as Kyungsoo’s back arches once again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the syllables drowning in their arousal. “You are this fucking gorgeous and you don’t even know it.”
Kyungsoo can only keen in reply as Jongin presses his lips to his waist. He trails further down, hands groping at the swell of his ass before lips replace the harsh dig of fingers.
“Please fuck me. Please,” Kyungsoo begs, and his voice is raw with groans and carnal need.
With a few last kisses down the backs of Kyungsoo’s thighs and a few planted on the cleft of his butt, Jongin replies, “anything you want, baby.”
Jongin fucks him slowly, with hands running over every dip and curve of his body and Kyungsoo holding them close together with legs wrapped around his body. Their moans melt together into a symphony of love, and Jongin records every break in Kyungsoo when he fucks into him harder than before and every time he throws his head back when Jongin hits his prostate.
As they are about to come, Kyungsoo hooks his arm over the back of Jongin’s neck and pulls him down for a kiss; it is sloppy and wet and their teeth clash together, but their hearts are beating right against each other and they love the feeling of their mouths fit together so perfectly.
Kyungsoo comes with Jongin’s hand wrapped around his cock, and he tugs once, twice, three times before white ropes lace his stomach. Jongin spills into Kyungsoo seconds later, Kyungsoo’s walls squeezing around his length and grunts out his lover’s name.
Jongin ruts into him even after he’s finished, milking the last remnants of pleasure left in their high and smiling when Kyungsoo groans as he pulls out.
There is not a single thing that Jongin could pick from Kyungsoo that he loves; his neck, his arms, or his thighs. There is not one quality he loves about the rest; the way he throws his head back in please, the way he bites his lip, or the shake in his thighs.
Because all of these things bundle up into Kyungsoo, and Jongin loves each piece of Kyungsoo that he breaks him down into. Each mole that he can join into constellations, each twinkle in his eye that reminds Jongin of the Moon; Kyungsoo is his world, and Jongin is perpetually caught in the gravitational pull of his love.