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kokoronashi2015-10-16 03:21 pm
takenaka) wrote in kokoronashi2015-10-16 03:21 pm
Entry tags:
[ exo : wqetwry ]
wqetwry
fandom exo
pairing d.o./kai
style one-shot
length 910
pwp. has been stuck in my head for a week or so now for some reason and finally had time to write it out
Jongin's head hit the wall with an audible thud, but he didn't seem to mind. He didn't let Kyungsoo ask how he was, anyway, as he hungrily begged for kisses and desperately stole them. Kyungsoo had always liked that, the way Jongin kissed. And he had always liked having Jongin against walls, thin body fitting perfectly between his own and the concrete, warm against his touches.
They still had their make-up on, even if their shirts were thrown to the floor of their room and their trousers and boxers were loose on them, hanging strangely on their legs. The discomfort of that and scent of their smeared make up mixed with sweat should have been awful, but they had thirty minutes before Chanyeol gets back and maybe another fifteen on top of that if he remembered to stop by 7-11 to get them whatever bullshit they made up to buy them time in their room alone.
That should be enough time, he reasoned with Jongin, but not quite enough, he knew.
“Wait,” Jongin said as he pushed Kyungsoo off him. He raised an eyebrow. “Wait.”
“What?” Kyungsoo frowned.
Impatience was not becoming on him. That was supposed to be Jongin's trait, but this time, it was Jongin who ran his hand down Kyungsoo's shirt with a frown.
“You're buff now.”
“You just noticed?”
Jongin pressed down on his stomach, as if appraising this new information that shouldn't be new at all. He had told Jongin he was going to bulk up for his role as a judo wrestler and Jongin had nodded.
That was a few months ago, and now, now, when they finally had some time alone, Jongin found it to be something new.
“I miss you squishy,” Jongin complained. “I liked you squishy.”
Kyungsoo sighed.
“Come on,” he kissed, although Jongin returned it hesitantly. “This is good too.”
“Is it, really?” Jongin sounded skeptical.
“I'll show you,” Kyungsoo assured as he pushed his weight unto Jongin. It was his turn to beg for the kisses. His turn to desperately steal them.
When he lifted Jongin's leg up against his body, Jongin complied without automatically with no complaint, too fixated on the kisses as he always are, back to begging and stealing them because he would never let Kyungsoo do that for long.
Kyungsoo had always been stronger than Jongin – but to be fair, it wasn't as if stronger than Jongin was something that was particularly hard to achieve. He was smaller, though, so this wasn't something he dared to try before.
But he was stronger now.
“I thought we said this was only possible in porn,” Jongin whispered as Kyungsoo struggled to take the lube out of his pocket. He had stuffed it in there earlier, picking it up from the bedside table as they entered the room and Jongin pulled him towards the damn wall. In retrospect, it was rather silly to stuff it inside the pocket Jongin was in the process of unzipping and tugging off.
“I told you this is good too,” Kyungsoo emphasised. Jonging laughed and took the lube from Kyungsoo's hand, squeezing the content into Kyungsoo's hand lazily.
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. Jongin had always liked it when it was up to him to prepare him. Spoiled thing, he may have thought, be he himself had always complied.
Jongin helped to hoist himself up this time, arms around Kyungsoo, back against the wall, legs, with his jeans shrugged off, balancing themselves on Kyungsoo's free arm and waist. He leaned into Kyungsoo's shoulder to make up for his height and whimpered quietly when he felt Kyungsoo's cool, lubed up fingers entered him.
His boyfriend was much heavier than his dancer body betrayed, Kyungsoo thought, and pushed in stronger as he sought support from the wall for Jongin's weight. He moved fast and quick and rough, but Jongin seemed to like that, whispering yes and more into his ear.
And when he managed to push his cock inside Jongin, finally, he could let his other arm hoist Jongin up.
Jongin clawed his back in return. The cold wall he rocked, unsure if he could move anywhere, unsure if he wanted the stable cold wall or the warmth Kyungsoo's unsteady body.
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo hushed. “Trust me.”
But Jongin always had, Kyungsoo knew and was reassured by another kiss. Gentle, this time, and patience. In contrast to the way they fucked. In contrast to how Jongin was himself.
It was Jongin's choice to lean forward, trying to push his own cock against some sort of skin because, with how Kyungsoo was holding him and with how he was holding Kyungsoo, his own erection had been rather neglected and Jongin never stopped being needy.
With no surprised, Kyungsoo came first – the rush, the angle, the way Jongin wanted him and pushed against him was irresistible. He kissed Jongin deeply as he let Jongin's feet weakly reach the ground – not standing as he clung on to Kyungsoo, but weakly placed there as Kyungsoo finished him off with his hand.
“Told you this is good too,” he said as Jongin spilled his seed in his hand.
Jongin laughed. Raspy, tired laugh, satisfied with his cum in Kyungsoo's hand, and Kyungsoo's cum messily staining him.
And then he kissed, hungrily begged and desperately stealing, reminding Kyungsoo Chanyeol wasn't back yet and they might have time for more.
fandom exo
pairing d.o./kai
style one-shot
length 910
pwp. has been stuck in my head for a week or so now for some reason and finally had time to write it out
Jongin's head hit the wall with an audible thud, but he didn't seem to mind. He didn't let Kyungsoo ask how he was, anyway, as he hungrily begged for kisses and desperately stole them. Kyungsoo had always liked that, the way Jongin kissed. And he had always liked having Jongin against walls, thin body fitting perfectly between his own and the concrete, warm against his touches.
They still had their make-up on, even if their shirts were thrown to the floor of their room and their trousers and boxers were loose on them, hanging strangely on their legs. The discomfort of that and scent of their smeared make up mixed with sweat should have been awful, but they had thirty minutes before Chanyeol gets back and maybe another fifteen on top of that if he remembered to stop by 7-11 to get them whatever bullshit they made up to buy them time in their room alone.
That should be enough time, he reasoned with Jongin, but not quite enough, he knew.
“Wait,” Jongin said as he pushed Kyungsoo off him. He raised an eyebrow. “Wait.”
“What?” Kyungsoo frowned.
Impatience was not becoming on him. That was supposed to be Jongin's trait, but this time, it was Jongin who ran his hand down Kyungsoo's shirt with a frown.
“You're buff now.”
“You just noticed?”
Jongin pressed down on his stomach, as if appraising this new information that shouldn't be new at all. He had told Jongin he was going to bulk up for his role as a judo wrestler and Jongin had nodded.
That was a few months ago, and now, now, when they finally had some time alone, Jongin found it to be something new.
“I miss you squishy,” Jongin complained. “I liked you squishy.”
Kyungsoo sighed.
“Come on,” he kissed, although Jongin returned it hesitantly. “This is good too.”
“Is it, really?” Jongin sounded skeptical.
“I'll show you,” Kyungsoo assured as he pushed his weight unto Jongin. It was his turn to beg for the kisses. His turn to desperately steal them.
When he lifted Jongin's leg up against his body, Jongin complied without automatically with no complaint, too fixated on the kisses as he always are, back to begging and stealing them because he would never let Kyungsoo do that for long.
Kyungsoo had always been stronger than Jongin – but to be fair, it wasn't as if stronger than Jongin was something that was particularly hard to achieve. He was smaller, though, so this wasn't something he dared to try before.
But he was stronger now.
“I thought we said this was only possible in porn,” Jongin whispered as Kyungsoo struggled to take the lube out of his pocket. He had stuffed it in there earlier, picking it up from the bedside table as they entered the room and Jongin pulled him towards the damn wall. In retrospect, it was rather silly to stuff it inside the pocket Jongin was in the process of unzipping and tugging off.
“I told you this is good too,” Kyungsoo emphasised. Jonging laughed and took the lube from Kyungsoo's hand, squeezing the content into Kyungsoo's hand lazily.
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. Jongin had always liked it when it was up to him to prepare him. Spoiled thing, he may have thought, be he himself had always complied.
Jongin helped to hoist himself up this time, arms around Kyungsoo, back against the wall, legs, with his jeans shrugged off, balancing themselves on Kyungsoo's free arm and waist. He leaned into Kyungsoo's shoulder to make up for his height and whimpered quietly when he felt Kyungsoo's cool, lubed up fingers entered him.
His boyfriend was much heavier than his dancer body betrayed, Kyungsoo thought, and pushed in stronger as he sought support from the wall for Jongin's weight. He moved fast and quick and rough, but Jongin seemed to like that, whispering yes and more into his ear.
And when he managed to push his cock inside Jongin, finally, he could let his other arm hoist Jongin up.
Jongin clawed his back in return. The cold wall he rocked, unsure if he could move anywhere, unsure if he wanted the stable cold wall or the warmth Kyungsoo's unsteady body.
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo hushed. “Trust me.”
But Jongin always had, Kyungsoo knew and was reassured by another kiss. Gentle, this time, and patience. In contrast to the way they fucked. In contrast to how Jongin was himself.
It was Jongin's choice to lean forward, trying to push his own cock against some sort of skin because, with how Kyungsoo was holding him and with how he was holding Kyungsoo, his own erection had been rather neglected and Jongin never stopped being needy.
With no surprised, Kyungsoo came first – the rush, the angle, the way Jongin wanted him and pushed against him was irresistible. He kissed Jongin deeply as he let Jongin's feet weakly reach the ground – not standing as he clung on to Kyungsoo, but weakly placed there as Kyungsoo finished him off with his hand.
“Told you this is good too,” he said as Jongin spilled his seed in his hand.
Jongin laughed. Raspy, tired laugh, satisfied with his cum in Kyungsoo's hand, and Kyungsoo's cum messily staining him.
And then he kissed, hungrily begged and desperately stealing, reminding Kyungsoo Chanyeol wasn't back yet and they might have time for more.