"Hyung, seriously? Come on, don't you trust me?"
Kyungsoo bites down on his lip, looking down with flushed cheeks at his boyfriend positioned in between his legs. "I—I can't do this, Jongin."
Jongin's brows knit together. "You said you were okay with it."
"I don't know, maybe I'm not ready," Kyungsoo mumbles and looks away.
Jongin chuckles softly, and leans over him. "Hyung, it's okay," he murmurs, and strokes his waist gently. "You don't need to be embarrassed."
"I can't help it," Kyungsoo protests, and covers his face in shame when Jongin presses a fond kiss to his stomach. "Jongin—don't—"
Jongin's tongue darts out to wet the fabric of his t-shirt. "Why?"
Kyungsoo feels himself turn redder with every passing second. "God, seriously, don't—I don't have abs like yours—"
"You think that matters to me, hyung?" Jongin asks quietly, peering up at him through inky lashes. "I like you how you are."
Jongin licks at his bellybutton through his shirt and Kyungsoo wants to die. "Jongin—"
"Okay, okay, I won't," Jongin says, exasperated, and sits up. "Can I at least kiss you, hyung?"
Kyungsoo blushes in spite of himself. "Y-yeah."
The younger boy smiles, and then his lips are pressing into his, hot and wet and sinful, and Kyungsoo lets out a small whine.
Jongin laughs, nipping at his neck. "You totally like it when I kiss you. How is that so different? I'm just kissing you somewhere else."
"I-I don't know," Kyungsoo admits shyly, breath catching as Jongin stops to suck a mark into his collarbone, then moves back to his mouth. Kyungsoo moans quietly as Jongin swipes his tongue over his teeth and pushes his shoulders into Jongin's sheets. His arms go automatically around Jongin's neck, tugging him closer, closer, impossibly close.
It's then that Kyungsoo becomes aware of his problem and, with a strangled groan, realizes that Jongin's noticed too.
"Hyung," Jongin begins. He's grinning. "You're hard." He slides his hand over the front of Kyungsoo's pajama pants and relishes the way the older boy shudders under his touch.
"Do you really have to point it out?" Kyungsoo whines, face heating up again as Jongin slides lower and lower, trailing absent kisses from his chest to the edge of his boxers.
"If you want me to do something about it, then yes." Jongin is full on smirking now, and he rubs his palm teasingly over the strain in Kyungsoo's pants.
Kyungsoo's hands fly up to his mouth, mortified, trying to stop the wanton sounds coming from his lips.
Jongin noses the waistband of his pajamas. "Can I?"
Kyungsoo swallows thickly, because this is his boyfriend and he loves him, but god he is so embarrassed. Still, he nods, and tries not to tremble as Jongin fumbles with Kyungsoo's pants.
In the middle of pushing down his boxers, Jongin glances up, cautious and careful, and catches the quiver of Kyungsoo's shoulders. "Hey," he says, frowning, and pulls his fingers towards him to squeeze his hand. "You okay? If you're uncomfortable, I can stop."
Kyungsoo flushes across his nose. "I'm fine," he says, but his wavering voice gives him away. Jongin sighs and comes up to wrap around him.
"Hyung, what's wrong?" And Kyungsoo winces because Jongin's voice is so gentle.
"I don't know," he mumbles. "I just don't think I'm sexy."
The look of disbelief Jongin gives him makes Kyungsoo want to curl up into a ball. "Hyung, are you kidding me?" he almost laughs, and sits up to stare at him. "That's what's bothering you?"
Kyungsoo pulls a pillow over his face. "Yes," he says, voice muffled.
Jongin actually laughs this time, and tugs it out of Kyungsoo's hands. "Of course you're sexy, hyung," he says, and sits on top of him. Kyungsoo glares up reluctantly at him and shakes his head furiously. Jongin quirks an eyebrow. "Seriously, hyung. You're sexy when you sing. Not many people can hit notes like that."
Kyungsoo scrunches his nose in distaste. "I don't even get the high parts, though. They give them all to Baekhyun."
"So?" Jongin says impatiently. "You still look good, hyung. You always look good."
"Not as good as you," Kyungsoo counters, but Jongin shuts up him by promptly shoving their mouths together.
"Let me show you," Jongin breathes onto his lips. He rolls off of him and pulls down Kyungsoo's boxers all the way, wrapping his hand around his erection before Kyungsoo even has time to process what he just said.
And oh, oh, oh.
"J-Jongin—" he splutters, willing himself to not buck up into the tight circle of Jongin's fingers pulling at him.
His boyfriend smiles at him and strokes his hipbone. "Good?"
Kyungsoo doesn't even think he can manage coherent speech right now. He bites his lip and nods, face impossibly hot, letting his head fall back to Jongin's sheets.
"I'm going to try something," is all Kyungsoo hears next, before the wet drag of Jongin's tongue down his cock brings him back up with a strangled cry.
"Shhh, hyung," Jongin murmurs, vibrations shooting all throughout Kyungsoo's body, and deftly takes him deep in his mouth.
Kyungsoo's eyes immediately fall shut, dazed at the delicious heat of Jongin's mouth, at his tongue swiping at his slit again and again and again. "Jongin," he bites out, a warning, the pressure behind his eyes building up at an alarming rate.
But Jongin keeps going, lips tight and relentless around him and Kyungsoo digs his fingers into his Jongin's lush hair and almost sobs for him to stop. He lifts his neck up to look at Jongin, breath coming in short pants, and nearly chokes on air when he sees his boyfriend's hand down his own pants, working in a quick staccato rhythm that matches the infuriating pace he'd set with his mouth.
It's way too much stimulation and just when Kyungsoo thinks he can't handle anymore, Jongin moans low around his cock and spills into his hand and that's all it takes.
Kyungsoo comes down Jongin's throat in a dizzying rush, and he lies on the sweat-soaked sheets as the world returns to him. Jongin pulls back with a contented grin, and Kyungsoo watches, dazed, as he swallows it all.
He covers his face with his hands again. "God," he mumbles, and the younger boy laughs.
"You see, hyung?" Jongin whispers, happy and childish, into his ear. "You're pretty sexy like that."
Kyungsoo whines unhappily and rolls over to face the wall.
first kaisoo ;0;
this is entirely demi's fault. i am not sorry orz.
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