Fic: Simple
Title: Simple
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Rating: PG-13
Movie!verse Kihae. Follow up to sugarless_666's Uphill Road.
HAHAHA. Um. Okay. This is really short and I'm sorry, Anna, I totally ruined your Kibum -dies- I'll be back to write better Kihae when I have the time and when I'm not feeling this sleepy so uh yes -hides-
“Hey.”
Kibum nearly falls out of his chair at the feel of warm breath on the nape of his neck, but it’s only Donghae, grin wide, shirt untucked and tie half undone. Kibum turns to packing his things away so Donghae won’t see his discomfiture. The classroom is empty, filled with lengthening shadows and shafts of amber light, the school quiet about them, silent save for the distant sound of other boys in the field.
“Thanks for waiting”, Donghae tells him with a smile, fingers hooking easily in Kibum’s belt loops. Oh, Kibum has time to think, before Donghae leans in and kisses him, slow, easy, and somehow they’re back in his chair, Donghae on his lap, his hands on the small of Donghae’s back. It’s only when Donghae shifts and makes a small sound in the back of his throat that Kibum remembers.
“Donghae-” Kibum manfully ignores Donghae’s faint, almost mewl of protest when he pulls away, “we’re in school.”
Surprisingly enough (or unsurprisingly, really) Donghae doesn’t look in the least fazed. “And?”
“And”, Kibum speaks slowly, feels strangely like he’s attempting to explain algebra to a two year old, “we shouldn’t.”
“Oh.” Kibum can’t help but lean back into the touch, when Donghae’s fingers move across his scalp, when he trails a hand down the side of Kibum’s cheek, the line of his jaw, his neck, his chest, lower and lower until it’s hovering by his naval, by the hem of his shirt. Kibum traces the passage of Donghae’s fingers with his eyes until it stops; looks up to see Donghae smile, coy, lips pursed thoughtfully. “But we could.”
Kibum doesn’t protest, when Donghae slips warm hands under his shirt, when Donghae leans in to press kisses, fleeting, feather light, into the side of his neck. “Do you want to?” He hears, and Kibum tries, gropes for an answer.
“Here?” He manages, breathless, and Donghae leans back, head tilted, eyes dancing.
“It’s a simple question, Kibum-ah. Especially for a straight A student like you.”
“I- stop moving”, Kibum nearly pleads, when Donghae wriggles distractingly; discovers he’s never felt quite this helpless. “I’m trying to think-”
Donghae shakes his head, lets out an exasperated, noisy exhale of air. “Well, stop”, and Kibum thinks it’s a particularly good suggestion, really, all things considered, when Donghae moves in for the kill; muffles his protests with lips and tongue and teeth.
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Rating: PG-13
Movie!verse Kihae. Follow up to sugarless_666's Uphill Road.
HAHAHA. Um. Okay. This is really short and I'm sorry, Anna, I totally ruined your Kibum -dies- I'll be back to write better Kihae when I have the time and when I'm not feeling this sleepy so uh yes -hides-
“Hey.”
Kibum nearly falls out of his chair at the feel of warm breath on the nape of his neck, but it’s only Donghae, grin wide, shirt untucked and tie half undone. Kibum turns to packing his things away so Donghae won’t see his discomfiture. The classroom is empty, filled with lengthening shadows and shafts of amber light, the school quiet about them, silent save for the distant sound of other boys in the field.
“Thanks for waiting”, Donghae tells him with a smile, fingers hooking easily in Kibum’s belt loops. Oh, Kibum has time to think, before Donghae leans in and kisses him, slow, easy, and somehow they’re back in his chair, Donghae on his lap, his hands on the small of Donghae’s back. It’s only when Donghae shifts and makes a small sound in the back of his throat that Kibum remembers.
“Donghae-” Kibum manfully ignores Donghae’s faint, almost mewl of protest when he pulls away, “we’re in school.”
Surprisingly enough (or unsurprisingly, really) Donghae doesn’t look in the least fazed. “And?”
“And”, Kibum speaks slowly, feels strangely like he’s attempting to explain algebra to a two year old, “we shouldn’t.”
“Oh.” Kibum can’t help but lean back into the touch, when Donghae’s fingers move across his scalp, when he trails a hand down the side of Kibum’s cheek, the line of his jaw, his neck, his chest, lower and lower until it’s hovering by his naval, by the hem of his shirt. Kibum traces the passage of Donghae’s fingers with his eyes until it stops; looks up to see Donghae smile, coy, lips pursed thoughtfully. “But we could.”
Kibum doesn’t protest, when Donghae slips warm hands under his shirt, when Donghae leans in to press kisses, fleeting, feather light, into the side of his neck. “Do you want to?” He hears, and Kibum tries, gropes for an answer.
“Here?” He manages, breathless, and Donghae leans back, head tilted, eyes dancing.
“It’s a simple question, Kibum-ah. Especially for a straight A student like you.”
“I- stop moving”, Kibum nearly pleads, when Donghae wriggles distractingly; discovers he’s never felt quite this helpless. “I’m trying to think-”
Donghae shakes his head, lets out an exasperated, noisy exhale of air. “Well, stop”, and Kibum thinks it’s a particularly good suggestion, really, all things considered, when Donghae moves in for the kill; muffles his protests with lips and tongue and teeth.