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He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of the sight of Kyungsoo smiling. Even now, more than ten years since they decided to pursue this idiotic idea of theirs, Kyungsoo’s smile shines just as brightly, and fills Jongin with just as much love.
Kyungsoo’s already had one drink to many, giggling together with Sehun in their apartment as Baekhyun and Minseok continue their exaggerated tale of whatever it is they’re talking about. Jongin lost track of it minutes ago, when Kyungsoo first collapsed against his side and buried his face in Jongin’s neck.
They’ve been glued to each other since the fan meet ended, Kyungsoo’s hand possessively resting against his back or Jongin’s arms protectively wrapping around Kyungsoo’s soft waist. He has to admit that the adrenaline of finally being on stage together after literal years had probably gotten to their heads, they had probably flirted more than advisable, but right now Jongin doesn’t care. Because Kyungsoo is smiling, and it’s the most beautiful sight in this world, this universe.
Their band mates slowly filter out, Minseok being the last to leave after him and Jongin got stuck in a discussion over the latest tv show they binged. Kyungsoo doesn’t leave his side for a minute thought, the other’s head resting against Jongin’s shoulder and his hands playing with Jongin’s fingers. He’s already pressed fingerprint all over the lenses of his glasses and used Jongin’s shirt to clean them twice over, a sure-fire sign that he’s both tired and a little too tipsy.
But Jongin is also tired, tired of holding back, of not having his love by his side, of having to hide, and on the side of one glass of wine too many of tipsy.
So as the door closes behind Minseok, Kyungsoo waving and scrunching his nose up happily at the other as they promise each other to text when they get home, Jongin wastes no time scooping Kyungsoo up in his arms.
Kyungsoo splutters at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as Jongin heaves him up over his shoulder and spanks that plump ass for good measure. His protests are half hearted, his feet kicking gently as Jongin makes his way to their bedroom, and they make something sing inside Jongin.
“What are you doing?” Kyungsoo asks as Jongin sets him down on their bed, not waiting for an answer before he pulls Jongin down on top of him. Jongin laughs, raising his eyebrows at Kyungsoo who knows very well where this is going. But his partner is stubborn, even more stubborn than Jongin, and Jongin has to be the one who gives in and presses a kiss to Kyungsoo’s lips.
“What does it look like?” Jongin whispers against his lips, his words getting half swallowed by Kyungsoo pulling him down for another kiss. Kyungsoo’s feet slide against his calfs as the smaller pulls his knees up and lets Jongin settle in between his legs.
“You’re drunk,” Kyungsoo giggles, smiling so beautifully it steals the breath right from Jongin’s lunges. Jongin laughs, pressing his nose against his lover’s before slowly claiming another kiss from Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sighs into the gentle pressure, his arms coming up to wrap around Jongin’s shoulders.
“So are you too,” Jongin points out, stroking a thumb over the pale blush on Kyungsoo’s cheeks. He knows Kyungsoo will call him sap, because he always does when Jongin feels like this, but Jongin can’t help himself. Not when Kyungsoo’s eyes are sparkling with love and his teeth are teasing his bottom teeth. Not when Kyungsoo looks like this, like love personified.
“I want you,” Jongin breathes, capturing Kyungsoo’s lips with his again. Kyungsoo gasps against him, eyes fluttering close and legs tightening around Jongin’s hips. “I need you.” Jongin presses a kiss against the juncture of Kyungsoo’s jaw and neck, that point that makes Kyungsoo squirm and whimper. “I’ve missed you.” His hands travel down Kyungsoo’s chest, in under his oversized sweatshirt and the t-shirt he’s wearing underneath and up until his thumb finds Kyungsoo’s nipple, already hard and waiting.
“I’ve been right here all day,” Kyungsoo gasps above him, his voice growing husky with arousal. Jongin can never decide if he likes this voice the best, the light tones that come out when Kyungsoo’s excited, or his mellow singing voice. He suspects he’ll never be able to decide, and if that isn’t the best problem in the world.
“Not here, under me, ready for me,” Jongin says, pushing up on all four to hover over Kyungsoo again. Kyungsoo’s already dark eyes are blown wide in arousal, his lips plumper than usual and glistening with their saliva. No one should be allowed to be that pretty.
“Shirt off, now,” Kyungsoo demands, pushing at Jongin’s t-shirt with uncoordinated fingers. Jongin laughs, sitting back on his heels and helping Kyungsoo pull his t-shirt off. Kyungsoo’s sweatshirt comes next, along with his t-shirt, and then his partner’s sweatpants. Jongin wiggles out of his own pyjama pants, pulling his underwear off at the same time and throwing them to the side.
He halts Kyungsoo’s hands when the other goes to pull his underwear off, pushing Kyungsoo down onto the covers and settling in between his spread legs. Kyungsoo’s chest rises and falls in anticipation, his hands splayed by his head as he looks up at Jongin. There is complete trust in his eyes, and the sight of it goes straight to Jongin’s cock.
He holds Kyungsoo’s gaze as he bends down and hooks his fingers in the waist band of Kyungsoo’s underwear. Kyungsoo lifts his hip to help him pull them off, his own half hard cock resting against the inside of his thigh as they fall open a second later. His fingers trail up the side of Kyungsoo’s leg, gently urging his legs up around Jongin’s shoulders as Jongin presses a kiss against Kyungsoo’s soft hip.
He sucks in a deep breath as he nears the base of Kyungsoo’s cock, his fingers slowly coming up to circle it before pumping his hand up the length once. Kyungsoo huffs above him, hips shifting against the bedding as he hungers for more.
His partner has always been a greedy lover, taking everything Jongin is giving so beautifully until he falls apart in Jongin’s hands, eyes rolling in pleasure and mouth open in a silent scream. Some nights, Jongin can spend hours just teasing, just playing, pushing and pushing until Kyungsoo snaps at him to fuck him, and others he loves with such ferocity it almost frightens him. But Kyungsoo always takes him just as beautifully, opening up under him and letting Jongin bring him past the edge over and over again.
He wants tonight to be one of those long nights, where the world seems to stand still around them, but he can tell from the way his cock is already throbbing impatiently between his legs and Kyungsoo is squirming at the merest hint of a touch that tonight will be quick and fierce. That doesn’t mean he won’t try his darndest to prolong it thought.
He licks a strip up Kyungsoo’s length, relishing in the choked off sound coming from his partner, before swallowing the cock down. Kyungsoo is a heavy weight against his tongue as Jongin closes his lips around his partner, slowly lifting off him until only the head remains inside his mouth.
He swirls his tongue once, Kyungsoo tastes salty, and bobs his head. His partner’s thighs tighten around his head, Kyungsoo’s hand reaching down to tangle in his hair. Jongin keeps slowly bobbing his head, letting the quiet gasps and moan coming from above him guide his movements.
A moment later he pulls off, hand quickly replacing his mouth. He twists his wrist that way he knows can make Kyungsoo’s legs shake and smiles at the bitten back curse leaving his lover’s lips. He wants to make sure Kyungsoo is drowning is pleasure by the time he’s done, he wants to make the other see stars. He wants the other to complain that he’s sore tomorrow morning.
He presses a kiss against the base of Kyungsoo’s cock, twisting his hand again, before licking up two of his fingers, thoroughly coating them in saliva. With a sigh he engulfs Kyungsoo’s cock again, pushing forward slightly to help spread Kyungsoo open. His hand trails down Kyungsoo’s perineum until his fingers rest against the tight pucker of Kyungsoo’s hole.
He traces the rim, gently increasing the pressure until Kyungsoo swallows his long finger to the first knuckle. Pulling out, he repeats the motion, this time pushing in until past the second knuckle. Kyungsoo briefly tightens around him, his partner’s fingers scratching his scalp. A light bob of Jongin’s head and a press of his tongue against the vein running up the underside of Kyungsoo’s cock as Kyungsoo relaxing once more, allowing Jongin to slowly work more of his finger inside the other.
Once he can comfortably move his finger, he pulls it out, swallowing it down along with his index finger to recoat the two of them in saliva and pushing both of them back inside before Kyungsoo can tighten up again. Kyungsoo hisses above him, his stomach tensing for a moment and his heel’s pressing down against Jongin’s back. But then he lets out a shuddering breath and Jongin’s fingers sink in to the second knuckle.
“Relax, babe. You’re doing great,” Jongin mumbles, pressing a kiss to the head of Kyungsoo’s cock as he slowly fucks his fingers in and out of the other. Kyungsoo replies with a groan of his name, his back arching and his hole fluttering around Jongin. He repeats the encouragement, putting some more force behind his thrusts until Kyungsoo is taking him down to the third knuckle.
He crooks his fingers, feeling around the silky hotness inside Kyungsoo. His lips wrap around Kyungsoo again, sucking him down to the base as he finally finds the place he’s searching for.
Kyungsoo practically jolts as he presses his fingers against the little mound, precum beading on the tip of his cock quickly getting swallowed down by Jongin. Jongin repeats the motion, massaging the spot until Kyungsoo starts gasping above him, his partner squirming and bucking.
“Jongin. Please. Ah, no, stop I-” Kyungsoo lets out a low moan, a shudder running through him. His foot pushes against Jongin’s shoulder, clumsily pushing him off and making him withdraw his fingers. Kyungsoo’s cock is twitching against his abdomen, the other’s face screwed up in concentration for a moment before he lets out a sigh and dark eyes lock with Jongin.
“You’re trying to make me cum,” Kyungsoo whines. Jongin shrugs, crawling up the bed to take his place between Kyungsoo’s splayed legs once more.
“Aren’t I always?” he asks, pressing a kiss against Kyungsoo’s soft stomach and slowly moving up toward his nipples.
“Without fucking me,” Kyungsoo clarifies. Jongin lets out a laugh, looking up at his partner who pouts down at him.
“You get so impatient when you’ve been drinking,” Jongin comments, shifting up the bed until he can kiss Kyungsoo again. Kyungsoo huffs against his lips, rolls his hips against Jongin’s.
“And you get so sentimental,” Kyungsoo argues, pulling apart and looking Jongin deep in the eyes. “Now fuck me.”
Jongin laughs, raising his hand in a mock salute.
“Aye, aye, sergeant.” He winks, ignoring the way Kyungsoo rolls his eyes at him as he reaches into their bed stand for the lube.
It only takes a minute or two before Kyungsoo is gasping and moaning under him again, rolling his hips in time with the slow thrusts of Jongin’s fingers. Maybe this is his favourite sound, the way Kyungsoo’s moans grow breathier and breathier as he grows closer and closer to climax, the way Kyungsoo’s voice tremble when he asks Jongin to hurry up.
Or maybe it’s the guttural sound Kyungsoo lets out when Jongin finally pushes inside him, and that tight warmth finally envelops him. Jongin gulps down a breath, shifting against the bedding to find purchase against the overwhelming sensation. Kyungsoo is like a vice around him, the slippery wetness of the lube making him feel ever millimetre of his lover’s silky walls.
He rests his forehead against Kyungsoo’s shoulder, letting the two of them catch their breath. Kyungsoo’s hand are once again resting by his head, the other’s eyes half lidded in pleasure as the meet Jongin’s. He reaches up for a hand, interlacing their fingers and pressing a kiss to Kyungsoo’s forehead.
“Ready?” he asks, feeling more than seeing Kyungsoo nod. Carefully, he pulls back, allowing Kyungsoo to shift his hips and wrap his legs around Jongin’s waist before he pushes back in. The tightness is just as delicious this time around, sending pleasure shooting up Jongin’s spine and pooling in his groin.
He steadies the two of them with a hand against Kyungsoo’s hip before he rolls his hips again, muffling his groan by hiding his face in the nape of Kyungsoo’s neck. Kyungsoo gasps next to him, hips rolling up to meet Jongin.
He repeats the motion, again and again until he’s found a steady rhythm, one that has Kyungsoo panting and Jongin’s head singing with pleasure. Kyungsoo is so hot around him, so wet and tight. He’s taking him so beautifully, taking everything Jongin is giving him. His chest is flushed, his lips swollen from their kisses and his eyes wide in pleasure. He’s like a work of art, Jongin’s very own work of art.
Jongin lets go of Kyungsoo’s hip and hooks his hand around Kyungsoo’s knee, pressing the other’s leg up against his chest and allowing Jongin’s thrust to reach deeper inside him. Kyungsoo’s eyes flutter shut at the movement, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as Jongin grinds himself deep, deep into his lover.
If he could climb inside, he would, become one with Kyungsoo until the end of their days, and even longer thereafter. He would give the other every inch of himself, every molecule, until all that exists is the two of them, one together forever.
“I love you,” he gasps against Kyungsoo’s lips, snapping his hips forward to feel Kyungsoo shudder around him. “I love you so fucking much.” The kiss he presses against Kyungsoo’s lips is bruising, every ounce of love he feels poured into it. “I fucking, ah, I love you so, so much.” He is pushing Kyungsoo further and further up their bed with each thrust, Kyungsoo’s voice hitching each time he bottoms out.
“I love you too.” Kyungsoo’s voice is high and breathy, his lover moment away from losing control. Jongin drowns in the knowledge, pushes further, harder, giving more and more. “Jongin! Please- please,” Kyungsoo begs, hand twisting in the bedding, head thrown back in pleasure.
Suddenly, Kyungsoo tightens around him, the leg around Jongin’s hip pushing him deep until all Jongin can do is rut his hips against Kyungsoo. His lover gasps, hand tightening around Jongin and his eyes fluttering. And then they’re rolling back in his head and Kyungsoo lets out a long moan, voice cracking with the force of his orgasm.
Jongin tumbles headfirst into his own, hips stuttering as he arches above Kyungsoo, head clouding with pleasure. The pleasure sparks up his spine, shoots out into the tips of his fingers and surges down his legs until every muscle is tingling with it.
He collapses down against Kyungsoo’s chest, resting his forehead against his partners as Kyungsoo shudders through the last of his orgasm. Kyungsoo’s cum is warm against his stomach, mixing with the sweat beading on their skin. Jongin doesn’t mind, could never mind as long as it’s Kyungsoo.
He presses a kiss to Kyungsoo’s temple as the other blinks up at him, eyes full of so much love the weight of it almost crushes Jongin. Except it’s so easy to bear when it’s Kyungsoo’s, even easier when he adds his own love into the mix.
“Was that okay?” he asks, making Kyungsoo chuckle tiredly. Kyungsoo nods, cupping his cheek and pulling Jongin down for another kiss.
“Sap,” he mumbles affectionately against Jongin’s lips. Jongin smiles, letting Kyungsoo’s leg go and allowing the other to reach for a napkin each to clean themselves with. Jongin sits back on his heels, stretching out his back and wiping down himself with the offered napkin.
Kyungsoo fumbles cleaning himself off, squinting in the darkness of their room without his glasses. Jongin can’t help but smile, reaching out to wipe off a spot Kyungsoo missed on the other’s chest. Kyungsoo blinks at him, staring down at the hand on his chest before raising his eyebrows at Jongin. Jongin lets out a giggle, grabbing Kyungsoo’s dirty napkin and throwing it off to the side before pulling Kyungsoo down under the covers next to him.
He knows Kyungsoo will complain to him about not having cleaned up properly in the morning but quite frankly right now he’s got about a billion other things he cares about more than that, and all of them fit so perfectly in his arms.
Kyungsoo yawns next to him, shifting to make himself comfortable in Jongin’s arms. Jongin can feel the other’s head roll against his arm, and when he opens his eyes Kyungsoo is looking up at him with those beautiful eyes he can spend an eternity staring into.
“What is it?” he asks, reaching out to stroke Kyungsoo’s cheek. The blush still hasn’t fully faded from his cheeks, making them look ever rounder than usual. How one man can be so cute is beyond him, but Kyungsoo still manages to surprise him with his cuteness each day.
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo begins, reaching up and cupping Jongin’s face as well. Jongin turns his head towards the other’s hand, pressing a kiss against the inside of his wrist. Kyungsoo smiles when their eyes meet next, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he continues.
“We’re friends, right?”
Jongin sighs, rolling his eyes so hard it hurts as he turns over onto his back. Kyungsoo giggles next to him, looking far too pleased with himself for what quite frankly is more of a mood killer than a joke. But Jongin should have known that he was never going to live that comment down the moment he saw Kyungsoo register what he had said.
He shakes his head, allowing himself to join in with Kyungsoo’s quiet chuckles as his partner settles in against his side and rests his head against Jongin’s shoulder. The night ends as it began, with Kyungsoo happily nestled into his side and Jongin’s heart so full of love it threatens to break out of his chest. And quite frankly, Jongin wouldn’t have it any other way.