Icing on the Cake

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Title: Icing on the Cake
Author: TBA
Genre: HighSchool!AU, Smut, Cheerleader/Football!AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Rimming
Length: ~4,500 words
Summary: Kim Jongin has a seriously top-of-the-line booty and everybody knows it.



Kim Jongin has a great ass.

No, really. Kim Jongin has a seriously top-of-the-line booty, and everybody knows it.
It’s the kind of ass that makes straight guys like Jongdae and Junmyeon look twice despite themselves, and queer boys like Baekhyun and Kyungsoo fumble the ball every time they make the mistake of glancing at the sidelines during games, much to the exasperation of their coach. Chanyeol’s got it pretty bad as well, but he’s slightly better at controlling the urge to sneak a peek than the rest of them.

“I should have tried out for cheerleading,” Baekhyun mumbles as they sit on the field during a water break, longingly staring at where Jongin and the rest of the cheerleaders are practicing. The co-captain’s track pants aren’t even that tight, yet Kyungsoo can see how toned the muscles in Jongin’s ass and thighs are from twenty meters away. “Where’s he going to college next year?”

“VCU,” Kyungsoo responds, hypnotized by the way Jongin’s hips sway as he shows a Junior girl how to do a move they’re working on. Baekhyun groans.

“But I’m too short to play basketball.”

“I’m not,” Chanyeol grins as he plops down between them with a bottle of Gatorade. Baekhyun shoves him.

“I should strangle you.”

“You’re not tall enough.”

‘You’ve sunk low enough for me to reach.”

“Guys, guys,” Kyungsoo breathes, hitting Chanyeol’s thigh to get his attention as Jongin bends down to wrap his hands around one of his ankles. Baekhyun makes a little sobbing sound, and Kyungsoo hears another one of his teammates let out a low whistle at the view.

“Boys! Stop ogling the cheerleaders and get back to work!” Coach Yifan yells as he crosses the field, and a few of the girls turn to look at them with disgust. Kyungsoo hardly even notices.

He spares one more glance to the sidelines to see Jongin smirking over his shoulder at him before he’s whisked down the field by Yixing.

It’s a lot harder to find excuses to be around Jongin during the off-season, but Kyungsoo manages.

“You need some help?” he asks with a grin one day in February as he catches Jongin struggling to carry several boxes of equipment from the gym down the hill to the field. The taller looks up and smiles gratefully.

“God, yes please. Coach acts like I’m the only one capable of carrying shit since I’m the only guy.”

Kyungsoo laughs and takes a box. “I can imagine.”

“You’re number 12 right? Kyungsoo?” Jongin asks as they start scaling the hill. “I’m still not over that tackle you made in the last home game. It was the highlight of the season if you ask me.”

“You think so?” Kyungsoo smiles, genuinely flattered. “I think I just got lucky. You guys were doing a great job cheering us on.”

“It’s our job,” Jongin giggles. “I think we do more harm than good sometimes. I catch your teammates getting distracted by the girls all the time.”

“Really?” Kyungsoo asks, feigning surprise. He doesn’t have the heart to tell Jongin the truth. “They must just be impressed with your choreography.”

“How’d you know I choreograph?” Jongin’s grin widens a little, and Kyungsoo internally curses because there’s no way he could have known that without having stalked Jongin’s Facebook page.

“I hear things,” he shrugs in a way he hopes is casual. Jongin’s smug “mmm-hmm,” makes it clear that it isn’t.

“Well from the things I hear about you during practices, you have your pick of our girls if you’re interested.” Jongin tells him as they reach the bottom of the hill.

“Just the girls?” Kyungsoo can’t stop himself from asking. Jongin looks surprised for a second, but pleasantly so, before his smile curls into the tiniest of simpers.

“The boys, too,” he says, bending down to set the crates on the ground, and Kyungsoo simply doesn’t have the willpower not to look at that sensational ass so close up. “Anytime.”

Kyungsoo nods dumbly as Jongin smirks at him and turns to rejoin his squad on the track, hips swaying slightly as he does. He doesn’t stop staring until he hears one of the cheerleaders yell, “snap out of it, oppa!” followed by snickers from the other girls, and he quickly bows in apology before turning to rush back up the hill.

“I’m gonna write a sonnet about his ass,” Baekhyun informs him one day at lunch as Jongin walks by their table with his friends, backside hugged by skinny jeans Kyungsoo can’t believe he managed to get into. “They say that dancers have the tightest butts,” he counts syllables on his fingers.

“When I see yours I know that must be true,” Jongdae supplies, counting on one hand and spearing a pineapple slice with his fork using the other.

“What rhymes with butt?” Baekhyun thinks aloud, pensively stirring his mashed potatoes.

“Strut?”

“Whenever you walk by, you seem to strut...”

“And god, it makes me want to ruin you,” Chanyeol finishes the stanza, sending the table into a roar of laughter and high fives at the effortless rhyme. Kyungsoo laughs with them, forcing himself to ignore the way Jongin rests his weight on one hip as he stands in line. He doesn’t think he could stand the embarrassment of being caught staring a second time.

“This is awful,” Yixing says, apparently oblivious to the conversation taking place around him as he pokes at his food. “I’ll pay somebody to go back through the line for me.”

“I will,” Kyungsoo says a little too quickly, and Jongdae cocks an eyebrow. “I was just getting ready to go get some chips anyways,” he hastily adds.

“Thanks,” Yixing hands him a folded up bill. “Just get me whatever you’re getting.”

“Sure,” Kyungsoo nods before crossing the room to get in line behind Jongin before someone else does. “That fucker,” he faintly hears Chanyeol say when he notices the cheerleader standing there.

“Hey twelve,” Jongin grins and turns around a little when Kyungsoo takes his place in line. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I’ve been busy,” Kyungsoo smiles sheepishly. “Colleges and stuff.”

“Ooh, do you know where you’re going?”

“Not yet. UVA maybe. VCU.”

“Hey, I’m going to VCU,” Jongin smiles, and Kyungsoo pretends not to have known that. “But wow, you got into UVA? That’s really impressive.”

“I don’t know if it’s for me though. It’s expensive and far away.”

“If you come to VCU, you’ll have me,” Jongin playfully nudges him. “From the way you, four, and sixty- one keep checking me out, I bet you’d like that.”

Kyungsoo goes pale. “Oh god, I’m so sorry-”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” Jongin smirks as he moves up in the line, and Kyungsoo’s stomach flips in the other direction. “Your friends are cute, but you...” Jongin gives him an obvious once over, “...are something else entirely.”

Kyungsoo blinks furiously as his brain tries to catch up. “But... what do you mean?”

“I mean are you ever going to ask for my number or am I going to have to ask for yours?” Jongin explains, looking like he’s trying not to laugh. “Honestly, you’re making this more difficult than it needs to be, Kyungsoo.”

His tone is teasing, and Kyungsoo tries to get a grip on himself with a nervous laugh. “Right, sorry. You just surprised me for a minute... then can I have your number?”

“Got a pen?”

Kyungsoo always has a pen, and he fishes it out of his pocket as Jongin gets his tray from the lady behind the lunch counter. “Here.”

Jongin writes his phone number in tight, neat handwriting up Kyungsoo’s right forearm and signs it with his name and a heart. “Text me. Or call,” he smiles as he hands the pen back. “I like your voice a lot.”

“Thanks,” Kyungsoo smiles brighter, feeling very much like a middle schooler who just sent his crush a note asking “do you like me? yes or no” and received it back with a “yes.” “I will.”

“Are you gonna watch me walk away?”

“I can try not to,” Kyungsoo offers.
“Do it. I love the look you get in your eyes,” Jongin grins before taking his tray and walking back to his own table. Kyungsoo’s eyes drop to his ass- he really can’t help himself- as he does, subconsciously sinking his teeth into his lower lip until the lunch lady snaps him out of it by asking what he wants. Oh right. The food.

He gets his chips and a tray for Yixing before floating back to where his friends are waiting. “You did not get his number,” Baekhyun stares in disbelief as Kyungsoo takes a smug sip of his tea. “Oh my god; Kyungsoo got Jongin’s number!”

“Dude, how?” Jongdae gasps as Chanyeol grabs his arm to inspect it. “When have you even talked to him?”

“Once or twice,” Kyungsoo smirks and Baekhyun immediately stands up, commanding the attention of the table.

“This is it. Do Kyungsoo is the Chosen One,” he takes Kyungsoo by the shoulders and dramatically leans down to look him in the eyes. “For all of us- you have to tap that.”

“You have to tap that,” Jongdae and Chanyeol agree in unison. Even Yixing glances up from his food long enough to nod at Kyungsoo, and that’s how Kyungsoo knows it’s serious.

“I’m not going to just ‘tap that,’” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “He’s actually a person, you know. Not just a great piece of ass.”

“But he’s such a great piece of ass,” Baekhyun moans.

“He really is. I’m not even into dudes and even I know you can’t not tap an ass that magnificent,” Jongdae pulls Baekhyun back into his seat as the neighboring tables start sending him questioning glances. “Don’t pass it up, Soo.”

“I’m not passing it up,” Kyungsoo insists. “I’ll call him, we’ll get to know each other, and we’ll just take things slow, alright?”

Jongin gasps as his back hits the door, but Kyungsoo quickly covers his mouth with his own and presses Jongin into the wood. He’s far from objecting, however, instead opting to wind his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck and urge him closer.

“What the hell,” Kyungsoo pants between fervent kisses, “are these?”

“These?” Jongin giggles breathlessly, dropping his hand down to the elastic waistband of the tight, pale yellow Soffe shorts he’s stolen from his sister. “You’ve been such a gentleman the last few weeks; I wanted to see how far I could push you.”

“I’ve been trying to take things slow,” Kyungsoo groans as Jongin’s lips move down the column of his throat. “I didn’t want you to think I was using you.”

“You’ve proved it,” Jongin moans against his skin when Kyungsoo’s hands wander down to his ass. “I kind of want your cock now.”

“Fair enough,” Kyungsoo grins, gripping Jongin’s ass through his shorts and finally confirming that yes, it feels every bit as perfect as it looks. “Oh my god,” he breathes, and he can feel Jongin’s laughter more than he can hear it.

“Take what you want, baby. I’m all yours.”

“I’ve been waiting months for you to say that,” Kyungsoo teases, tightening his grip and coaxing Jongin’s legs around his waist. “Where are your parents?”

“Work” Jongin says, rolling his hips forward in a way that gets Kyungsoo hard embarrassingly fast. “We’ve got a few hours.”

“We’ll need them,” Kyungsoo promises before carrying Jongin to his room and shutting the door with his foot.

Jongin gasps and smiles as Kyungsoo effortlessly tosses him onto the mattress, wasting no time in pulling his own thin black t-shirt over his head. Jongin stares openly, subconsciously licking his lips as he does, and the bed dips as Kyungsoo sinks a knee onto it and leans down for another kiss. Jongin’s mouth is plush and warm and wet against his, and he tastes of cinnamon and licorice.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Jongin breathlessly confesses when Kyungsoo pulls away to pull the younger’s t-shirt over his head. “The way you always looked at me... it made me want to show off for you.”

“You know I wasn’t the only one looking, right?” Kyungsoo cocks an eyebrow and runs his hands up the insides of Jongin’s parted thighs. “I thought if anybody, you’d go for Chanyeol.”

“You’re so much hotter than Chanyeol,” Jongin drops a hand down to feel the obvious bulge in Kyungsoo’s jeans where it curves down his thigh, and Kyungsoo groans softly at the sensation.

“May I?” he asks, tugging on the elastic of Jongin’s shorts.

“God, please.”

Jongin looks so gorgeous spread out like this, golden-brown skin almost popping off the pale blue bedsheets, but as soon as Kyungsoo pulls his shorts over his ankles and tosses them Jongin’s flipping them over so he’s back on top, straddling his clothed hips and playfully biting at his neck. Kyungsoo’s hands follow the obscene curve of Jongin’s spine down to his ass before grasping a proper handful of it, and he thinks it’s a miracle he’s still managing not to come in his pants.

“Your body’s fuckin’ incredible,” he thinks aloud, earning another sinful little giggle from Jongin.

“Yours isn’t too bad either,” he smirks, running his hand over the cut abs Kyungsoo’s acquired from four years of football training.

“Come here,” he says, moving a hand to the back of Jongin’s neck and urging him down for another scorching, messy kiss. “Turn around. Let me see you.”

Jongin seems happy to comply, pivoting on Kyungsoo’s lap so that Kyungsoo has a full view of his backside and leaning down to nuzzle the bulge in the elder’s jeans. “Like this?”

“God yes,” Kyungsoo breathes, lightly slapping one side just to see if it jiggles (it does).

“Fuck, you’re perfect...”

“You can smack it, baby; don’t be shy,” Jongin grins over his shoulder, reaching back to give his own ass a tempting squeeze. “It’s all yours, remember?”

“All mine,” Kyungsoo repeats before pulling Jongin’s hips back until he’s sitting on the elder’s face. Jongin’s obviously shocked by the action, but the broken moan of pleasure that escapes from his throat when Kyungsoo’s tongue circles his rim is enough to fuel Kyungsoo’s fantasies for the next five years.

“Oh my g-god,” Jongin stammers, thighs trembling ever so slightly as Kyungsoo’s tongue works itself deeper. “Fuck, that’s good...”

Kyungsoo moans in response, moving his hands to steady Jongin’s thighs when he starts to squirm and sucking lightly on the puckered skin. Jongin mewls at the obscene sound it makes, instinctually leaning forward and bracing himself with two hands on Kyungsoo’s own hips. Somewhere in his mind he’s concerned about the logistics; he knows he’s thick and doesn’t want to suffocate his potential new boyfriend, but the way Kyungsoo is eating him out like a starving man reduces his overall brainpower to the point where he can’t even summon the fine motor skills to open the fly of Kyungsoo’s jeans.

“Just like that,” he gasps when two large hands move from his thighs to spread him open. “Oh my god...”

“You taste so good, baby,” Kyungsoo tells him, his voice gravelly with arousal, and the sound of it shoots straight to Jongin’s cock.

“Lemme suck,” he whines stupidly, pulling helplessly on Kyungsoo’s belt. “Please.”

Kyungsoo laughs but reaches under Jongin’s thighs to help him open his belt, and as soon as his cock is free, Jongin’s tongue is laving eagerly up the sides. His lack of virginal hesitation leaves Kyungsoo with a faint taste of jealousy in his mouth, and although this isn’t his first time either, a strange wave of possessiveness washes over him as he imagines Jongin with another. He wishes he could see Jongin’s lips when they wrap around the head of his cock, but he can imagine, and the image his head provides him has him moaning lowly as he pulls Jongin’s hips back down.

He isn’t sure what higher being to thank for Kim Jongin gasping and whining and half-riding his face because he’s pretty sure it wasn’t God’s idea, but he’s prepared to change religions when he figures it out. Jongin’s mouth is impossibly tight and wet around him, and it makes his fingernails unconsciously press into the soft flesh of the cheerleader’s ass as he works him open with his tongue. “Fingers,” Jongin pulls off of Kyungsoo’s cock long enough to moan.

“Lube?”

“Drawer.”

Kyungsoo fumbles blindly in the younger’s bedside drawer as Jongin sucks greedily, stroking what he can’t fit in his mouth with his hand, and eventually wraps his fingers around a bottle with a slippery cap. It takes seconds to slick his fingers once he gets the cap open, and he’s positively mesmerized watching the way Jongin accepts the first digit he pushes through the tight ring of muscle with almost no resistance. He’s so tight and hot that it almost makes Kyungsoo dizzy, and the intrusion earns him a muffled moan from down below.

“Two,” Jongin begs, his lips forming the word against the head of his cock, and Kyungsoo complies, carefully adding another finger and gently thrusting.

“That feel okay?”

Jongin’s response isn’t quite coherent, but he’s rocking his hips back nonetheless, and Kyungsoo takes the opportunity to scissor his fingers wide enough to fit his tongue in between. The sound Jongin makes transcends lewd, and Kyungsoo’s cock slips out of the younger’s mouth as the cheerleader moans into the pale skin of his hip.

“Who the fuck t-taught you to do this...”

Kyungsoo’s making it up as he goes, honestly, combining what he knows about going down on girls with what he learned hooking up with Sehun in the locker room showers last year, but he’s mostly just letting his dick do the thinking as he thrusts his fingers deeper. He pulls back a little in favor of adding a third digit, eyes trained on the way Jongin’s entrance flutters around the intrusion. Jongin occasionally remembers to tend to Kyungsoo’s arousal with a flighty hand as Kyungsoo fingers him, whimpering desperately when he feels the elder sink his teeth into the supple flesh of his ass, and manages to push himself into an upright position.

“Enough,” he begs, gasping and gripping the headboard when he feels Kyungsoo’s tongue flick over his hole again. “That’s enough; I’m ready.”

“You sure?” Kyungsoo asks, moving his hands down to feel the straining muscles of Jongin’s thighs. “Got a condom?”

“Want you to come inside,” Jongin shakes his head. “Please...”

“Christ,” Kyungsoo breathes, carefully drawing his fingers out. “You wanna ride?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Kyungsoo can hear the younger’s smile as he crawls back down and sits on his abs. He hears Jongin uncapping the lube, but the sudden coldness of Jongin’s hands as he slicks him up still makes him jump.

“Wait,” Kyungsoo says as Jongin moves to line himself up, sitting up as straight as he can with his lap full and tilting Jongin’s chin towards himself. It’s unhygienic but Jongin doesn’t seem to care, twisting around and catching Kyungsoo’s lips in a kiss hotter than he knew kisses could be. His face is flushed a very pretty pink, and Kyungsoo smirks at the glassy look in the younger’s eyes when he looks down. “Go.”

“You’re too much,” Jongin mumbles, turning back around so Kyungsoo can’t see his blush deepen. Kyungsoo keeps two hands on Jongin’s hips as he slowly lowers himself onto his cock, not stopping until he’s completely sheathed, and a shiver rips through Jongin’s body at the guttural moan that vibrates low in Kyungsoo’s throat. “Oh my god...”

“Just like that,” Kyungsoo manages to say, mesmerized by the sight of his length slowly disappearing inside Jongin inch by inch. “Good boy; you’re so gorgeous...”

“So big,” Jongin says to himself more than anything, letting his eyes close and rolling his hips as he adjusts to Kyungsoo’s girth. “Fuck...”

“Take your time,” Kyungsoo exhales, reaching forward to give the younger’s ass a firm squeeze. God, how he loves his ass. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m alright,” Jongin assures him, demonstrating his words by carefully lifting himself up before dropping his hips back down with a smack that makes them both moan. Jongin’s thighs are as powerful as they look, Kyungsoo discovers, and the younger shows no sign of fatigue as his pace gradually increases until he’s bouncing earnestly in Kyungsoo’s lap.

Kyungsoo groans, keeping his eyes on the cheerleader’s ass as he plants his feet on the bed and thrusts upwards, earning a delightful little mewl from Jongin. “Kyungsoo,” he whines, tossing his head back and gripping Kyungsoo’s knees for support. “Oh fuck...”

“You’re noisy, aren’t you?” Kyungsoo observes with a grin, securing his grip on Jongin’s hips and increasing his pace. “Good thing your parents are out.”

“I can’t help it; you’re fucking hung,” Jongin pants, tightening his muscles and smirking at the low moan he hears behind him. “Holy shit, keep doing that...”

“This?” Kyungsoo asks, driving deeper, and Jongin positively keens at the feeling.

“Oh my god, yeah...”

Kyungsoo fucks him hard and fast, Jongin doing all he can to stay upright as the elder drills him, moaning and gasping explicatives without any input from his brain. Kyungsoo shifts their position suddenly so that Jongin finds himself on all fours, the football player’s hard chest pressed flush against his back as he sinks in as far as he can go.

Jongin moans at the deep new angle, slumping forward onto his elbows and curving his back. He’s already too touched out, he’s already too close, and he bites down on his fist to keep from making too much noise when Kyungsoo picks up the pace again.

“H-hold on, I’m gonna come,” Jongin gasps, clumsily reaching back to hold Kyungsoo’s hips still. “Slow d-down.”

“Are you?” Kyungsoo grins, snaking a hand around and curling his fingers around Jongin’s impossibly hard cock. “Just like this?”

“Kyungsoo, I’m serious,” Jongin half-sobs, dropping his head onto his arms as Kyungsoo starts stroking him. “K-Kyungsoo...”

“You can’t come yet; I’m hardly done with you,” Kyungsoo teases as he rubs a thumb over the head of Jongin’s cock, thoroughly enjoying the way he can see Jongin’s muscles straining as he exercises every bit of control he has. “Would you come like this?”

Jongin does eventually come like that, his orgasm rocking him to the core as he almost screams Kyungsoo’s name into the blankets, spilling white over his fist. Kyungsoo groans when Jongin’s muscles tighten and contract around him, grabbing his hip with his free hand and smiling at the little whine that escapes the younger’s throat as he comes down from the high.

“Kyungsoo,” he whines as the elder starts to pull out with a laugh, but Jongin quickly holds him in place. “N-no, keep going. I want more.”

“You sure?” Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. “You don’t need a minute?”

“Do Kyungsoo, I’ve been after your dick for months, and you better keep it in me or so help me-”

“Alright, alright,” Kyungsoo capitulates, not needing much encouragement to stay inside Jongin’s heat for a little longer. He pulls Jongin up by his hair, careful not to pull too hard, and leaves a trail of hickies on the bronze skin of his neck as he slowly starts rocking his hips again. Jongin moans softly, head tilting back onto Kyungsoo’s shoulder and spreading his thighs a little more to make more room for Kyungsoo between them. “God, you’re so tight...”

“Yeah?” Jongin giggles breathlessly, intentionally clenching his muscles again and grinning when Kyungsoo’s hips stutter. “You like it?”

“Mmm hmm,” Kyungsoo breathes, tightly gripping Jongin’s ass again and smiling when Jongin moans and falls forward.

“Smack it,” he smirks over his shoulder, and Kyungsoo doesn’t need to be told twice. The loud crack of Kyungsoo’s palm against the supple flesh is among the most satisfying sounds he’s ever heard, closely contested by the half-moan, half-squeal Jongin makes in response as he rocks his hips back.

Kyungsoo’s a gentleman and keeps an easy pace, aware of how sensitive the boy beneath him must be right now, but Jongin quickly grows annoyed and demands that Kyungsoo not hold back. It takes a few minutes, but a number of well-aimed thrusts and strategically placed hands eventually have Jongin gasping and moaning into the mattress once again.

Kyungsoo pulls out and flips Jongin onto his back without warning, and their gazes lock in a heated staring contest that Kyungsoo quickly wins as he pushes back in. The elder finds himself completely taken by the way Jongin looks in the moment: kiss-swollen lips, flushed cheeks, a dark smattering of hickies on his neck and a light sheen of sweat on his face. He’s breathtaking, and the rush of affection he feels for the cheerleader almost startles him.

“Kiss me,” Jongin begs, watching Kyungsoo’s lips as they hover inches from his own. “Kiss me, kiss-”

Kyungsoo covers Jongin’s mouth with his own, moaning lowly at the taste of the younger’s eager tongue. Blunt fingernails press into his shoulder blades, occasionally moving down and leaving red streaks in their wake, but Kyungsoo can’t care. Not when he can feel his orgasm creeping up on him, coiling tight in his stomach and threatening to explode.

“Oh my god, please,” Jongin begs hoarsely when Kyungsoo breaks away, reaching down between them and quickly stroking himself. “K-Kyungsoo...”

“Holy shit, you gonna come again?” Kyungsoo breathes in awe, eyes bright as he watches Jongin writhe beneath him.

“Yeah, imma come,” Jongin nods, the look in his eyes bordering on delirious with lust. “Imma come, want your come, fill me up with it...”

“I’ll fill you up,” Kyungsoo promises, gripping Jongin’s thighs as he fights off his own climax. “Come for me, baby...”

The look of ecstasy on Jongin’s face when he reaches his peak is what sends Kyungsoo over the edge as well, moaning Jongin’s name at the same time Jongin gasps his, hips stuttering as he releases all he has inside of Jongin. Jongin moans, closing his eyes and beaming to himself at the feeling, as well as that of Kyungsoo trembling above him.

They lie like that for a long time, Kyungsoo burying his face in the crook of Jongin’s neck as they both fight to catch their breath. Jongin’s almost asleep when Kyungsoo eventually pulls out; he’s startled awake by the sudden motion and blushes when he remembers his surroundings.

“That was amazing,” he manages to say with a blissed-out smile as the elder falls in bed beside him. Kyungsoo grins back and nods.

“Really amazing.”

“Is there...” Jongin hesitates, struggling to sit upright and blushing deeper when he feels the evidence of Kyungsoo’s release seeping out of him. “Could we maybe... do it again sometime?”

“Only if you’ll agree to be my boyfriend,” Kyungsoo smiles back. Jongin lights up, his smile almost blinding Kyungsoo’s heart as he leans forward for a chaste kiss.

“Deal.”