[ exo : beautiful incomprehensible ]
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kokoronashibeautiful incomprehensible
fandom exo
pairing kaiyeol (chanyeol/kai)
style drabble
length 419
nsfw-ish. he couldn't even understand jongin, nevermind own him
It was Jongin who approached him first, one night when Baekhyun happened to be out.
It was Jongin who appeared on his door and without so much as a word, and without letting Chanyeol mutter even a syllable, took his lips and pinned him down to his bed.
But Chanyeol would be lying if he was to say he wasn't the one who imagined it first.
He was the one who imagined how Jongin's kisses would taste like first, although when Jongin pinned him down and they kissed – they made out – for what seemed like ages but not long enough, Chanyeol still could not describe what Jongin tasted like. Incredible. Incomprehensible. Just like Jongin. Just like this whole situation.
There was no reason for Jongin to come to him for sex. On the contrary, Chanyeol was actually sure Jongin didn't like him.
And now he was sure that Jongin was just this beautiful, strange being who didn't exist for Chanyeol to understand, much less to own.
Not even as Jongin took Chanyeol's dick, hard from the grinding Jongin did against him as they made out, into his lips. Not as Jongin pushed him down, wordlessly, and rode him. Not even as he watched Jongin bite his lip to stifle his moans, coming instead in little whimpers and little whispers.
Not even as Jongin stayed the night, drifting off sleepily into Chanyeol's arms, all without a word.
It happened a few more times, Jongin coming into his room. Him having sex with Jongin.
He liked it. He loved it.
But never for a moment did he feel he ever got Jongin.
So he spent the time scared, not sure how to touch and not sure if he should touch at all when Jongin didn't start it.
Jongin held his hand one day, after practise, and it was nothing like how Jongin held his hand before during sex – rough and needy and wanting support. Jongin held his hand tenderly, as if he could have been in love with Chanyeol.
“What are we?”
Chanyeol asked one day, when Jongin took his hand and brought him backstage. Chanyeol asked after Jongin kissed him oh-so-tenderly, which happened three times now, all out of sex. All out of nowhere.
Jongin looked at him strangely.
“Boyfriends,” Jongin said. “Is that not obvious.”
No, not at all. Chanyeol's eyes widened in shock.
“I thought we--” He took a deep breath.
And then he kissed Jongin, right there.
Beautiful, incomprehensible, his.
fandom exo
pairing kaiyeol (chanyeol/kai)
style drabble
length 419
nsfw-ish. he couldn't even understand jongin, nevermind own him
It was Jongin who approached him first, one night when Baekhyun happened to be out.
It was Jongin who appeared on his door and without so much as a word, and without letting Chanyeol mutter even a syllable, took his lips and pinned him down to his bed.
But Chanyeol would be lying if he was to say he wasn't the one who imagined it first.
He was the one who imagined how Jongin's kisses would taste like first, although when Jongin pinned him down and they kissed – they made out – for what seemed like ages but not long enough, Chanyeol still could not describe what Jongin tasted like. Incredible. Incomprehensible. Just like Jongin. Just like this whole situation.
There was no reason for Jongin to come to him for sex. On the contrary, Chanyeol was actually sure Jongin didn't like him.
And now he was sure that Jongin was just this beautiful, strange being who didn't exist for Chanyeol to understand, much less to own.
Not even as Jongin took Chanyeol's dick, hard from the grinding Jongin did against him as they made out, into his lips. Not as Jongin pushed him down, wordlessly, and rode him. Not even as he watched Jongin bite his lip to stifle his moans, coming instead in little whimpers and little whispers.
Not even as Jongin stayed the night, drifting off sleepily into Chanyeol's arms, all without a word.
It happened a few more times, Jongin coming into his room. Him having sex with Jongin.
He liked it. He loved it.
But never for a moment did he feel he ever got Jongin.
So he spent the time scared, not sure how to touch and not sure if he should touch at all when Jongin didn't start it.
Jongin held his hand one day, after practise, and it was nothing like how Jongin held his hand before during sex – rough and needy and wanting support. Jongin held his hand tenderly, as if he could have been in love with Chanyeol.
“What are we?”
Chanyeol asked one day, when Jongin took his hand and brought him backstage. Chanyeol asked after Jongin kissed him oh-so-tenderly, which happened three times now, all out of sex. All out of nowhere.
Jongin looked at him strangely.
“Boyfriends,” Jongin said. “Is that not obvious.”
No, not at all. Chanyeol's eyes widened in shock.
“I thought we--” He took a deep breath.
And then he kissed Jongin, right there.
Beautiful, incomprehensible, his.
