Fic: Chocolate
Himchan has always had a little weakness for chocolate.
Milk chocolate is smooth and creamy and melts on his tongue, drawing up a satisfied hum as he lets it liquefy. He takes his time to savour each piece, enjoying the warmth it brings as it slides down into his belly.
Dark chocolate is bitter, and sharp as black coffee. He appreciates it like a hot drink on a warm day, a little zing that quenches his craving and gets him through the hours.
Cherry-filled or hazelnut are nice when he’s feeling adventurous, a smirk on his lips as the indulgent fillings sizzle and soften in his mouth. They’re a bit unusual, but he likes that once in a while, if only to break up the routine and give him a little inspiration.
But there’s one he can never say no to.
His ultimate weakness.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, tastes as delicious as the sweet chocolate caramel of Jongup's skin.
A soft moan slips past his lips as he licks a strip up the column of Jongup’s throat, the throb of the younger boy’s pulse a hyperactive beat beneath his mouth. Himchan nips his jaw and sucks his full bottom lip between his own. He tastes like sugar and desire, of passion and it ignites a fire in Himchan’s abdomen that demands retribution.
When Jongup grinds his hips down against Himchan’s the older man can already feel the craving screaming along his nerves, the need to consume an urge he can’t ignore. He can spend hours worshiping Jongup’s heavenly body, tongue mapping out each ridge and dip until his teeth ache and his hands are trembling. The honeyed taste clings to his taste buds like the sweat that saturates Jongup’s flesh, tangy but sweet. Himchan moans into Jongup’s ear when he rolls his hips. Himchan’s arms reach up to wrap around his broad shoulders as the heat burns low in his belly, his breath choppy and words pleading as he bucks his pelvis upward.
Jongup murmurs sugary nothings against his lips, teasing but thick and full of promise as he brings Himchan off with a calculated downward roll of his spine, his eyes heavy lidded as he watches the older fall apart beneath him. Himchan shakes, his pupils blown wide as he stares up at Jongup, his hips still stuttering against the younger boy’s ass. Jongup takes It all, licking his lips as he expends his own cream all over Himchan’s quivering abdomen.
As Himchan struggles to come down from his high, he feels Jongup’s warm mouth press gently against his own, and a smile tugs his own upward.
Maybe Himchan has a little weakness for chocolate.
But if someone wants to say that it’s an addiction, he’s okay with that too.
Milk chocolate is smooth and creamy and melts on his tongue, drawing up a satisfied hum as he lets it liquefy. He takes his time to savour each piece, enjoying the warmth it brings as it slides down into his belly.
Dark chocolate is bitter, and sharp as black coffee. He appreciates it like a hot drink on a warm day, a little zing that quenches his craving and gets him through the hours.
Cherry-filled or hazelnut are nice when he’s feeling adventurous, a smirk on his lips as the indulgent fillings sizzle and soften in his mouth. They’re a bit unusual, but he likes that once in a while, if only to break up the routine and give him a little inspiration.
But there’s one he can never say no to.
His ultimate weakness.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, tastes as delicious as the sweet chocolate caramel of Jongup's skin.
A soft moan slips past his lips as he licks a strip up the column of Jongup’s throat, the throb of the younger boy’s pulse a hyperactive beat beneath his mouth. Himchan nips his jaw and sucks his full bottom lip between his own. He tastes like sugar and desire, of passion and it ignites a fire in Himchan’s abdomen that demands retribution.
When Jongup grinds his hips down against Himchan’s the older man can already feel the craving screaming along his nerves, the need to consume an urge he can’t ignore. He can spend hours worshiping Jongup’s heavenly body, tongue mapping out each ridge and dip until his teeth ache and his hands are trembling. The honeyed taste clings to his taste buds like the sweat that saturates Jongup’s flesh, tangy but sweet. Himchan moans into Jongup’s ear when he rolls his hips. Himchan’s arms reach up to wrap around his broad shoulders as the heat burns low in his belly, his breath choppy and words pleading as he bucks his pelvis upward.
Jongup murmurs sugary nothings against his lips, teasing but thick and full of promise as he brings Himchan off with a calculated downward roll of his spine, his eyes heavy lidded as he watches the older fall apart beneath him. Himchan shakes, his pupils blown wide as he stares up at Jongup, his hips still stuttering against the younger boy’s ass. Jongup takes It all, licking his lips as he expends his own cream all over Himchan’s quivering abdomen.
As Himchan struggles to come down from his high, he feels Jongup’s warm mouth press gently against his own, and a smile tugs his own upward.
Maybe Himchan has a little weakness for chocolate.
But if someone wants to say that it’s an addiction, he’s okay with that too.