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“I’m not going.”
“Like hell you aren’t,” Baekhyun responds while expertly lining his eyelid with a dark brown kohl. “It’s been three months since you broke up with that lying, cheating piece of shit garbage human. Time for you to get out there. You need to get laid, Soo. You’re too hot to spend your glory days moping around the apartment.”
“Tell me how you really feel...” Kyungsoo mumbles, but he finally makes an effort to get out of the bed he’s been cocooned in for the last two hours. As much as he hates to admit it, going out does seem like fun. And it has been a while since he was with anyone… But being so painfully shy, he can’t imagine tonight will end the way Baekhyun hopes it will.
He eyes the clothes that his roommate picked out for him: a flowy white and black striped button-down and his tightest pair of black jeans. Sighing heavily to ensure Baekhyun knows how reluctant he is with the situation, he pulls off his baggy sweatshirt and gets dressed.
“It’s just a club. It’s not like you’ve never been to one before...” Baekhyun hums as he looks over at Kyungsoo’s outfit. Rolling his eyes, he reaches up to unbutton a couple buttons (It’s a club, Kyungsoo, not a church…) and shoves the hem of his shirt into the waistband. Kyungsoo grumbles in annoyance at being manhandled but allows it.
“Am I done? Can we get this over with?”
“Not yet! You haven’t even accessorized yet!” Baek huffs in disbelief before disappearing into the bathroom. He comes out seconds later with a pair of his own earrings. A simple set of thin, silver hoops that hang just below his lobes. He takes the liberty of putting them on Kyungsoo and then circles a similar chain necklace around his neck.
“Now,” Baekhyun says proudly, taking a step back to admire his handiwork. “No makeup tonight, your eyes are defined enough without. Fuck you for that, by the way,” he grins and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “K, let’s go!”
Chanyeol blinks as he enters the club, his eyes adjusting to the sudden change in lights. As his vision regulates, he gazes around the space, eyes shifting over the various tables, booths and bars in the massive building. “Let me know if you see anyone you like,” he half yells to his best friend.
Jongin scrunches up his nose in distaste. “What are we doing, shopping?”
“Kinda,” Chanyeol snorts, elbowing Jongin playfully in the side. His scan stopping abruptly as a pair of young men catch his eye. Although he finds both incredibly attractive, the one with dark eyeliner sends his heart pounding in his chest. They lock eyes for a moment and he suddenly feels a bit faint. The man winks, and Chanyeol’s knees feel weak. “D-don’t be creepy about it, just find someone you’re interested in and go talk to them. Except him. I call dibs on Fiesty over there,” he says, nodding at the pair.
“First, you can’t call ‘dibs’ on a human being, second, since when are you into guys? And third… Fiesty?”
“I’ve always been bi, I’ve just only dated girls… And yeah, Fiesty. You can just tell by his posture. Look, I obviously don’t know his name, and clubs are made for flash judgments. He’s got a friend, you coming or not?”
“Uh, yeah...” Jongin swallows. “I’ll be over in a sec, I want to get a drink first.” Without another word, he rushes off to the bar.
Chanyeol stares after him, sighing gently. He brought Jongin in hopes of finding him a distraction. He should have known better, Jongin is far too polite and anxious to do well in this sort of environment. Promising himself that he’d let them both leave in an hour if his friend was having a hard time, he fixes his attention back on the two boys who are now sitting in a booth across the dance floor.
It only takes a few moments to cross to them; the night is young and the dance floor is not yet crowded. Despite the feeling that his heart is going to pound out of his chest and he suddenly can’t get enough oxygen in his lungs, he manages to remain somewhat outwardly composed as he approaches the two. A million thoughts run through his mind all at once. How do you even flirt with guys? What if he isn’t gay? If this goes poorly I can just leave… God I hope this goes well. Fuck, he’s hot… Don’t fuck this up don’t fuck this up don’tfuckthisup. Shutting out his thoughts and putting on his best, most confident smile, he slides into the booth next to the brown-haired man that caught his eye.
“Hey, beautiful,” he tries, immediately cringing at his attempt at flirting. It seems to have worked though, as said ‘beautiful’ bats his pretty lashes and gives Chanyeol the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous smile he’s ever seen.
“Hey yourself, handsome,” the man purrs, not-so-discretely inching a bit closer to Chanyeol. “My name is Baekhyun. This is my friend, Kyungsoo. And what can we call you, honey?”
Chanyeol is glad he had a shot of liquid courage before they came here or he would not be able to form a coherent response. He wonders if Baekhyun can hear his heart pounding over the music. He hasn’t been this smitten in… ever. “Ch-Chanyeol. My name is Chanyeol. It’s nice to meet you two.”
“Did you come here alone, Chanyeol? You see, my friend here is quite lonely and we were looking to get him set up with someone. Now normally I would be a better friend and let the two of you flirt, but he agreed to let me have you tonigh-”
“Excuse him,” Kyungsoo interrupts, his cheeks a bright pink. “He really is quite blunt and we’ve already had a few drinks- I’m sorry.”
“No worries,” Chanyeol rushes, hoping he comes off more put-together than he is feeling. It doesn’t help that Baekhyun has chosen to run his hand up Chanyeol’s arm, slender fingers sliding under his shirt sleeve and gently squeezing his bicep. “I do have a friend with me, but I don’t know where he disappeared to,” he frowns, glancing around the space to locate Jongin.
“Oh no, that’s fine. Um… How about you two go dance?” Kyungsoo suggests, clearly uncomfortable with the interaction.
“Soo I can’t just leave you- We came here for you. Chan and I can wait for his friend to come back.”
“No no, I’m okay, really. You two have fun!”
Chanyeol debates for a moment, but it really does seem like Kyungsoo would rather have some space. He doesn’t read as the clubbing type. Finally nodding, he stands and holds out his hand to Baekhyun, just as the DJ starts a classic to bring out all the patrons to the dance floor. “May I have this dance?”
Giving one last concerned look at his friend, Baekhyun slips his hand into Chanyeol’s and gracefully hops up from his spot. His hand is so warm and soft, Chanyeol has to stop himself from rubbing his thumb along Baekhyun’s palm as he leads him to the dance floor. That’s a creepy thing to do, he thinks to himself. You are a stranger, don’t be creepy.
Kyungsoo sighs as the newly formed couple leave, half with relief and half with the anxiety that now he’s alone. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for him, that anxiety is soon replaced with a different one.
A tall man, seemingly twice his age slides into the spot previously occupied by Baekhyun. Immediately the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hits Kyungsoo and he can’t help but wrinkle his nose in disgust. Hoping this new arrival will go away, he turns his body away and watches the couples dancing. He ignores the slurred speech of the man next to him, not fully catching what he said anyway.
He can’t ignore it for long though, as the man throws an arm over his shoulders and forcefully turns Kyungsoo towards him. “I ss-shsssaaaaid… Wass yer name, baaaaby?”
Kyungsoo wants to gag as the man breathes his reeking breath right into his face. He tries to push the man away, but even as drunk as the stranger is, he is far larger and stronger than Kyungsoo. He doesn’t budge an inch, and neither does he let Kyungsoo wiggle free. Eyes wide, Kyungsoo scans the dance floor in a panic for his friend. Baekhyun is all the way on the other side, far too far for his voice to travel. The man grabs his face, fingers digging into his cheeks as he forces Kyungsoo to look at him. Kyungsoo freezes, fear settling deep in his core. He can’t even yell and no one around them is paying them any sort of attention. The man leans in for a kiss and Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes shut…
Suddenly there’s a warmth against his back, a gentle hand on his side. A soothing voice, dripping sweet like honey rumbles in his ear. “Hey sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m late, I got held up at work.”
Slowly he opens his eyes. He’s still held by the man, face inches away but there’s a hand wrapped around the wrist. Tightly. The knuckles are white and he can feel the hand on his face slowly losing heat. The drunkard lets him go with a jerk, his hand a scary shade of purple. Without a word, he gets out of the booth and glares behind Kyungsoo.
It isn’t until the man is out of sight that the warmth disappears from his back and the comforting weight of a hand is gone from his side. Kyungsoo finds himself leaning back just slightly, chasing the heat. He stops himself with a little shake and turns around, eyes still wide and wary as he faces his rescuer.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you-” the stranger hurries, avoiding eye contact by staring intently at a spot on the table. “I didn’t know how else to get him away, I’m sorry...”
“Th-thank you-” Kyungsoo stutters, partially from the encounter and partially from the shock of seeing the boy who saved him. Kyungsoo can’t remember ever seeing a more beautiful man, on screen or in person. Kyungsoo thinks shyly that he looks like an angel.
“Well… anyway… I hope you enjoy the rest of your night-” the angel makes to leave and Kyungsoo surprises himself when he reaches out to grab hold of the man’s wrist.
“Wait- I...” he blushes and bites his lower lip, releasing his wrist as quickly as he grabbed it. “Can… can I buy you a drink? As thanks. And I could use some company. If you don’t mind-”
The tension in the man’s posture quickly melts away, his expression relaxing into a soft smile. “Sure. I’d like that. My name is Jongin, by the way.”
“It’s really nice to meet you, Jongin. I’m Kyungsoo. What are you drinking?” he asks as Jongin sits back down beside him.
“You don’t seem like the type to be at a place like this,” muses Jongin, swirling his drink in his glass.
“I’m not… My friend dragged me here to try to get me laid...” Kyungsoo admits, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. From embarrassment or alcohol, he’s not sure. “You don’t seem the type either.”
Jongin lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head. “My friend dragged me here as well. For similar reasons. Sounds like they should both stop being so meddlesome, huh.”
Kyungsoo shrugs. “I don’t know, as much as I would love to be home right now, talking to you has been pretty nice...” he turns his head away, this time his blush is surely from embarrassment. Suddenly a hand extends in his periphery, palm up. Wide-eyed, he turns back to look at his new companion.
“Would you like to dance?” The offer is quiet and stumbled, a blush matching his own appearing on Jongin’s cheeks.
Nodding, Kyungsoo downs the rest of his drink before taking Jongin’s hand, not at all surprised to find it’s warm and a bit rough to the touch. He wobbles just slightly as he stands, and Jongin’s arm is immediately there to steady him. Hand in hand, they move to the dance floor and join the multitude of young people dancing and grinding on their partners. Twice Kyungsoo is bumped as they move through the fray, but he notices that Jongin seems to be trying to put himself between Kyungsoo and the most aggressive of the moving bodies. He wonders with amazement how Jongin can be so graceful and aware after as many drinks as they’ve shared.
Finally finding a slightly more open spot, Jongin halts and turns to face Kyungsoo, his hand nervously squeezing the younger’s. The energetic electric song that played on their way over has ended and the DJ switches the mood to romance; the latest popular love song hums through the speakers, slow and deep and beautiful. Jongin clears his throat, making eye contact with Kyungsoo before quickly looking away. “I uh… Can I… Can I dance with you?”
Kyungsoo giggles, charmed by the other’s nervousness. Jongin’s lack of confidence seems to boost Kyungsoo’s own and instead of answering, Kyungsoo loops his arms around Jongin’s neck, pulling their bodies against one another in the process. Slowly, Jongin raises his hands and lets them rest on Kyungsoo’s hips, at first barely the ghost of a touch but gradually fully settling against the waistline of his jeans. They dance and Jongin is all warmth and strength and fluidity, his body moving with such ease and grace despite his discomfort. Kyungsoo can’t help but stare, eyes first gliding across the strong arms around him and the lines of his neck before moving on to his face. He wants to touch it, he thinks as his gaze traces over Jongin’s brow, his cheekbones, his nose and finally his lips. Would that be such an odd thing to ask for?
“What’s wrong?” Jongin asks, his brow furrowing. Kyungsoo blinks as he realizes he’s been staring silently for far longer than is likely socially acceptable. He pauses, trying to come up with an answer that doesn’t make him out to be a weirdo, but all that comes out of his mouth is, “you’re beautiful.”
He didn’t know it was possible to blush as deeply as Jongin is now. “I’m not-” he mumbles, eyes cast at the floor. “You are beautiful, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo thinks he should try drinking more often as he reaches up to gently cup Jongin’s cheek. “I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen-” he admits, thumb tracing his cheekbone. Hesitantly, Jongin looks back at him, eyes searching for a moment before he speaks.
“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”
Would it be alright? Kyungsoo feels he’d die if Jongin did so; his heart wouldn’t be able to handle it. Even so, he nods, taking a quick, shuddering breath.
Slowly, way too slowly, Jongin leans closer, eyes never leaving Kyungsoo’s as if searching for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, his lids flutter closed and Kyungsoo’s do the same. Their lips meet and Kyungsoo is shocked at how soft the other’s are. All too soon Jongin pulls away, but that simply won’t do. Kyungsoo quickly pulls Jongin in for a second time. This time the kiss is long and Kyungsoo is determined to keep it going, his fingers weaving into Jongin’s silky hair. He feels the hands on his hips smooth along his sides and then around behind him, pressing firmly against his back so their bodies are flush. His head is spinning, all he wants is more of the man against him. He wants to remain like this forever, but lack of oxygen soon gets the better of him and he has to pull back for air.
“Take me home?” Kyungsoo blurts out in a small voice, embarrassed immediately by his own forwardness.
“O-oh. Yeah, I can do that...” Jongin answers breathlessly, his lips red and hair disheveled. “Where do you live?”
“Well… on campus… but my roommate is going to be home later...”
“Oh, you said he’s here as well, right? Does he need a ride too?”
Blushing, Kyungsoo shakes his head and bites his lip. “Th-that… That isn’t quite what I meant-”
Jongin frowns, confused. The pause is painfully long before it seems to dawn on him, his eyes growing wide as he realizes what was meant. “Oh! I’m an idiot- uh, yeah um, let’s go back to my place then, hm?”
Kyungsoo grins and nods, reluctantly pulling out of Jongin’s embrace in favor of taking Jongin’s hand. He’s pleasantly surprised when the taller man leans over to give him a quick peck on his temple as they walk towards the exit. Jongin waves at someone as they get to the door, but Kyungsoo doesn’t see who it is to. Reminded that Baekhyun will worry if he suddenly disappears, he pulls out his phone and sends his best friend a quick text.
I’m leaving first. Found someone, you’d approve. See u in the morning ;)
“I don’t live far, are you okay with walking? Just a few blocks down,” Jongin says, pointing the way.
“I don’t mind, it’s beautiful out tonight,” Kyungsoo muses, gently swinging their hands as they walk. It really is rather close, they approach the door of a newer apartment complex in no time at all. Jongin unlocks the door and stands aside to let the other in first. “Such a gentleman,” Kyungsoo smiles, his words slurred only a little.
They barely make it into Jongin’s one-bedroom apartment before they’re kissing, Kyungsoo’s hands roving across any part of Jongin he can reach. The taller seems to be much more in control of himself, his hands staying firmly on Kyungsoo’s sides, holding them both still, preventing Kyungsoo from blindly bumping into furniture, moving his lips but not allowing Kyungsoo to deepen the kiss as much as he’d like. Kyungsoo parts his lips, an open invitation for the other but still he does nothing. It’s almost annoying, actually, how in control of himself Jongin is.
Wait, in control? Or not interested?
Kyungsoo pulls away abruptly, face beet red as he breaks out of Jongin’s arms. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t- I assumed… I’m sorry, it’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, I’ll just go-”
Hands immediately appear on his shoulders, gentle but firmly preventing him from retreating. “What? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry, tell me so I don’t do it again-” His brown eyes are pleading and Kyungsoo melts, but his confusion grows.
“You… You didn’t seem all that into… kissing me,” he confesses, and he knows he must look pathetic by the way Jongin’s expression shifts. Fuck, how did he mess this one up so quickly?
“No- oh no, sweetheart...” Jongin starts, Kyungsoo just about dying when he hears Jongin calling him that. He’s been called that before, mostly by creepy older men trying to catcall him, but the way Jongin says it is so sincere and endearing, Kyungsoo just wants to be hear that word again and again and again. “Kyungsoo, I want to. I really, really do. But I was worried I would move to fast and scare you off or do something you didn’t like and-”
Relief floods through him and he shuts Jongin up with a quick kiss. “You won’t scare me off. And if you go too fast or do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you, okay?”
“Promise?” Jongin asks, and Kyungsoo receives the same piercing, searching gaze as he saw before Jongin kissed him at the club. Holding his gaze, he nods.
“Promise. Now kiss me.”
Jongin doesn’t waste a second. Before Kyungsoo can react, he’s being lifted, strong hands pulling his legs around a lithe waist. Soft lips are on his and he kisses back hungrily as he’s pinned against the nearest wall. A quiet moan escapes him and he grips a handful of Jongin’s hair like his life depends on it. Jongin rewards him with low groan, hips rolling against his crotch.
Pleased at the effect he seems to be having on the older man, he flicks his tongue out to run across Jongin’s lower lip before parting his own lips. This time Jongin takes the invitation and licks into Kyungsoo’s mouth, their tongues running along each other. Kyungsoo sucks on the warm muscle, swallowing the moan that follows. Breathless, he pulls away and presses a kiss just below Jongin’s ear. The hands roaming his now untucked shirt are such a distraction as he nips at Jongin’s earlobe. “Bed?” he whispers, gently tugging at Jongin’s hair so he can look at him. The utter lust and desire he sees reflected back to him pools instantly in his belly.
Without another word, Jongin carries him into his immaculate bedroom and lowers him with such care onto the neatly-made bed Kyungsoo could cry. As Jongin hovers over him, straddling his hips, Kyungsoo just stares, absolutely taken with this man’s beauty. His eyes are large and dark, framed by long, pretty lashes. His cheekbones are sharp, but the rest of his face is soft, skin blemish-free and gorgeously tanned. His lips are plump and red from their kissing. Kyungsoo sucks his lower lip between his teeth and knows he could look for hours and never be bored.
“Still okay?” Jongin asks, voice barely above a whisper as he gently strokes Kyungsoo’s side. His tone and actions are such a shift from the wildly desperate kiss from moments ago that Kyungsoo feels he has whiplash.
“Still okay,” he assures, leaning his head up to kiss the other. He pouts when Jongin pulls away instead, sitting lightly on Kyungsoo’s thighs. His disappointment is short lived however, as Jongin grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it off, giving Kyungsoo the view of his perfectly sculpted abs and chest. Unable to stop himself, he reaches up and runs his fingers along Jongin’s stomach, earning a slight shiver. His other hand finds Jongin’s and brings it to the buttons of his own shirt, silent permission to undress him as well.
Jongin takes his time, pulling his shirt open one slow button at a time, hand stroking Kyungsoo’s chest with each new inch of porcelain skin revealed. Kyungsoo looks away, his shyness suddenly making a reappearance as the other touches him. Noticing this, Jongin shifts lower and takes his weight off of him before leaning over and pressing a feather-light kiss to his exposed chest. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, looking up at Kyungsoo from beneath his thick lashes.
“N-no,” he mutters, shivers running down his spine as Jongin kisses the spot again. “Please- don’t stop.”
Smirking against his skin, Jongin ghosts his lips lower, stopping just as he reaches the hem of his jeans. After pausing for a moment, likely to see if Kyungsoo would protest, he licks the strip of skin below his belly button before popping open the button on his jeans and pulling down the zipper. Blushing, Kyungsoo lifts his hips to allow Jongin to remove his jeans. The other does so slowly, distracting him with kisses and gentle nips to his hip bones as he does. Kyungsoo squeezes his eyes closed and gasps as the cold air finds his now naked lower half.
“You’re beautiful,” Jongin hums against his skin, his breath tickling the sensitive patch between where thigh ends and crotch begins. Kyungsoo squirms, shoving his hips down against the mattress as a blush appears on his cheeks.
“Wait-” his voice cracks and he hates how weak he sounds. “I- I don’t like…oral,” he chokes out, eyes anywhere but on Jongin. Instantly he feels the mattress shift and Jongin is hovering over him once more, a quick kiss pressed against his lips.
“Okay, darling,” he whispers without a single hint of disappointment or judgment in his voice and Kyungsoo is fully convinced he’s in love. “Any other no’s I should know about?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head, willing himself to look up at the man above him. Jongin looks so sincere and gentle his heart just about explodes. Annoyed with himself for pausing the momentum -and also a bit annoyed that Jongin still has his pants on- Kyungsoo tugs on the waistband of the other’s pants and pointedly rolls his hips up against him. Chuckling, Jongin sits up and allows Kyungsoo to tug down his pants. Kyungsoo curses himself for not being nearly as smooth and sexy about it as Jongin was with removing his clothes.
Annoyance is quickly replaced with a sudden wave of shyness. The second Kyungsoo sees the other in his full glory, he’s both awed by Jongin’s physique and self-conscious of how poorly his own body compares. Jongin doesn’t seem to care though, as he climbs back over Kyungsoo, this time settling himself between his legs instead of straddling the smaller man as he was before. He leans down to capture Kyungsoo’s lips once more, their lengths pressing against one another in the process. Kyungsoo shudders, moaning into Jongin’s mouth.
Jongin pulls away just slightly and it takes all of Kyungsoo’s willpower not to whimper. “Do you want this?” the older asks, eyes once again searching for any sign of discomfort.
“Yes-” Kyungsoo breathes, bucking his hips up against the other’s. Jongin groans and sits up slightly to reach into the bedside table. He pulls out a small bottle of lube and a condom and Kyungsoo blushes.
“I-it’s been a while for me,” Kyungsoo admits nervously, feeling the full length of Jongin’s cock against his belly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Jongin assures in a deep, sultry voice, instantly putting Kyungsoo’s worried mind to rest. He has never believed anyone more than this practical stranger.
Jongin lifts off of Kyungsoo completely and tugs on his side, encouraging him to roll onto his stomach. Kyungsoo obliges, nestling his face against the soft pillow beneath him. He hears the ‘pop’ of the lube bottle, shortly followed by a shift of the mattress and a gentle weight as Jongin straddles his legs. A warm hand presses against his lower back, Jongin muttering sweet nothings as he runs a cold, wet finger across Kyungsoo’s entrance. The latter shivers, willing himself to hold still as the finger moves against him, rubbing up and down before slowly pushing past his tight ring of muscles. He lets out a soft whine, squirming a bit at the sudden intrusion. He wasn’t lying, it’s been months since he’s been touched at all.
He’s grateful for the soothing hand on his back, grounding him as a second finger joins the first. It’s not painful, but he forgot how uncomfortable this part can be if you’re nervous. Jongin seems to sense his discomfort however, and moves his hand from Kyungsoo’s lower back to his hip, stroking soothing circles as he starts to move his fingers.
Jongin curls his fingertips and suddenly Kyungsoo is seeing stars. Quiet moans soon fill the silence as Jongin continues his movements, his other hand pulling Kyungsoo’s hips up so he can reach around and wrap his fingers around his length. He pushes a third finger into Kyungsoo, pressing hard against the bundle of nerves inside him as he tugs on his cock. It takes only a few pumps before Kyungsoo cries out, cumming against the sheets, his body spasming under Jongin.
Panting lightly, he whines as Jongin removes his fingers and moves to lay next to him. An arm wraps around his waist and pulls him flush against a toned chest. Seemingly content, Jongin kisses the back of Kyungsoo’s neck and reaches to pull the covers over them.
Refusing to let this be the end, Kyungsoo wriggles around in Jongin’s arms and frowns at him. “We aren’t done,” he says firmly, throwing a leg around Jongin’s waist. He’s pleased to see the other’s face turn a cute shade of pink and he tries (unsuccessfully) to pull Jongin back on top of him.
“It’s okay, I don’t expect-”
“I know you don’t expect anything,” Kyungsoo interrupts, stubbornly trying again to pull Jongin over him. This time the other allows himself to be moved. “I want this.”
Jongin stares, Kyungsoo melts. This is becoming a pattern. Finally, Jongin nods and leans in to kiss Kyungsoo deeply. His hands are seemingly everywhere as Kangsoo presses up against his touches. Desperate despite the release he found moments before, Kyungsoo wraps his legs around Jongin and pulls him down hard against his length. Jongin lets out a deep moan and moves to grip the other’s hips, pulling away just enough to slip on the condom and position himself against Kyungsoo’s entrance. His thumbs press against his pelvis, the kiss turning soft as he slowly slides himself into Kyungsoo’s tight heat.
Kyungsoo gasps softly as he’s filled, his eyes fluttering shut as his body instinctively tenses. He’s sure sex has never felt this good, and Jongin hasn’t even started moving yet. After a moment he relaxes and Jongin takes his cue to begin moving. It’s slow and careful at first, and Jongin constantly checks in with a soft voice. In the three years of his past relationship, Kyungsoo has never felt so cared for. Satisfied with the answers he’s received, Jongin picks up the pace and it isn’t long before his thrusts are hard and fast. His voice is intoxicating as he moans long and low, positioning his hips so he thrusts against Kyungsoo’s spot with every stroke.
Too soon, Kyungsoo can feel the build in his stomach again and judging by Jongin’s increasingly erratic pace, he’s not far behind. As if on cue, Jongin reaches between his legs to stroke Kyungsoo’s length, and it takes barely a touch before the smaller man reaches his orgasm for the second time that night. Jongin thrusts twice more before finding his own release, burying himself deep inside Kyungsoo’s heat.
“Fuck-” Jongin pants as he carefully pulls out of the other, earning a soft whimper of displeasure. “Are you- was that okay?”
Kyungsoo can do little but nod, utterly exhausted and totally overstimulated. He feels like he’s floating, pleasantly detached from his body. “Amazing-” he finally gets out, eyes finding Jongin’s.
The smile that spreads across Jongin’s face is utterly jaw-dropping. Unable to endure his heart’s reaction, he tucks his head against the other’s chest and snuggles as close as he is able. Jongin’s chuckle rumbles against his cheek as he pulls the blankets over them and wraps his arms securely around the slighter frame. “You’re amazing...”
“No… you’re… amaze...” Kyungsoo tries to respond but is quickly overcome by sleep.