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kokoronashi2016-02-05 09:55 pm
takenaka) wrote in kokoronashi2016-02-05 09:55 pm
Entry tags:
[ exo : stage fright ]
stage fright
fandom exo
pairing chanyeol/kai
style drabble
length 307
Jongin hasn't danced for a long time.
Jongin had stopped dancing before he had even met Chanyeol. Not because Jongin wanted to, but because Jongin had to, with the way his body gave up under the weight of his desires and passion.
But on nights like this, Chanyeol could just about see how Jongin used to dance. There was a sort of quiet grace to the way Jongin was when Jongin rode him, every muscle in Jongin's body in perfect harmony with each other: the way his legs carried him, the way his chest heaved in the rhythm of his fucking himself on Chanyeol's cock, with the way he bit his lips slightly to stifle moans only to have his entire body shudder with the sounds he held in.
It was a performance, Chanyeol thought, even if he was the only audience. His eyes studied everything of Jongin, unsure where to look, because every bit of his lover was beautiful.
It was Jongin in the end, who would guide Chanyeol's gaze. His eyes focused on Chanyeol's, and drawn in, Chanyeol realised that it was impossible to look anywhere else. This was part of Jongin's performance – this was how Jongin was, on the stage Chanyeol never saw him on.
It was on nights like this that Jongin danced, even if it was for just a little bit. That was what Chanyeol liked to believe.
“You really are beautiful,” he said aloud, his voice breathless, and the echoes of his words inside of him matched the tune of Jongin's body.
Jongin's lips curled into an uneasy smile before he let go, his moans leaving him in whimpers.
And Chanyeol knew, on nights like this, Jongin wanted to believe he could still dance too, even if it was for just a little bit, for an audience of one.
fandom exo
pairing chanyeol/kai
style drabble
length 307
Jongin hasn't danced for a long time.
Jongin had stopped dancing before he had even met Chanyeol. Not because Jongin wanted to, but because Jongin had to, with the way his body gave up under the weight of his desires and passion.
But on nights like this, Chanyeol could just about see how Jongin used to dance. There was a sort of quiet grace to the way Jongin was when Jongin rode him, every muscle in Jongin's body in perfect harmony with each other: the way his legs carried him, the way his chest heaved in the rhythm of his fucking himself on Chanyeol's cock, with the way he bit his lips slightly to stifle moans only to have his entire body shudder with the sounds he held in.
It was a performance, Chanyeol thought, even if he was the only audience. His eyes studied everything of Jongin, unsure where to look, because every bit of his lover was beautiful.
It was Jongin in the end, who would guide Chanyeol's gaze. His eyes focused on Chanyeol's, and drawn in, Chanyeol realised that it was impossible to look anywhere else. This was part of Jongin's performance – this was how Jongin was, on the stage Chanyeol never saw him on.
It was on nights like this that Jongin danced, even if it was for just a little bit. That was what Chanyeol liked to believe.
“You really are beautiful,” he said aloud, his voice breathless, and the echoes of his words inside of him matched the tune of Jongin's body.
Jongin's lips curled into an uneasy smile before he let go, his moans leaving him in whimpers.
And Chanyeol knew, on nights like this, Jongin wanted to believe he could still dance too, even if it was for just a little bit, for an audience of one.