Ch 31
Waxing & Waning: Two MoonsCh 27(ii) - Heat Wave at Night
A/N: DOUBLE UPDATE - Updated on Wed. this week. Make sure you've read Ch 30 (aka Ch 26(ii)) first!!!! Picking up right from the end of that.
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Warning - Um, maybe R-rated? More than usual, anyway.
The moment their mouths slot together, Jongin feels like he’s finally returned home. Everything about Kyungsoo feels right: The fullness of his bottom lip, the softness of his hair, the curve of his back being just the right height for Jongin’s hands to dip into, and the press of the elder’s firm chest against his own. This first kiss is long and unhurried as they take their time reacquainting themselves with each other’s lips and tongues after much too long apart.
“Oh, Soo,” the Jongin breathes out as he carefully covers the signer's jaw, cheeks, and eyelids with adoring kisses. Kyungsoo mewls in response to the intimate brushing of the dancer’s lips all over his face. In the meantime, his hands roam up Jongin’s arms and tenderly twirl in the hair at the nape of his neck. When their mouths find each other again, it’s electric, with both boys surging toward each other, determined to leave no space between them after the wide distance that existed for the past two and a half months.
Kyungsoo’s whimpering gradually turns into a more aggressive growl as they continue to nip into each other’s mouths. The temperature in the room seems to soar as the pace and pressure between them mount with the singer’s tongue delving deeper and deeper down the dancer’s throat with each . The shorter boy presses Jongin back into the bench seat along the wall, easing him downward with a toned arm. Jongin grips onto Kyungsoo’s solid shoulders as his head falls back on the bench and the elder looms above his body, hungrily following him in a continuous tangle of wet tongues and swollen lips. What started as tender need is rapidly spinning into the most heated of desires, and when Kyungsoo’s hips grind down onto his own, Jongin releases a filthy moan that reverberates off the walls of the small noreabang room.
As much as Jongin wants to give in and back upward into the thick bulge currently pressing into his thigh, warning bells are going off in his head. “Wait, Soo, wait a moment,” he tries to interrupt, grabbing his own hair to try and get a grip on reality as the older begins nibbling down his neck.
“What is it?” Kyungsoo asks in a breathy rumble against his Adam’s apple, running his hands along the younger boy’s sides tantalizingly slowly. As Kyungsoo’s deft fingers down each rib, press into his hip bones, and then finally run along the curve of his , Jongin moans out again involuntarily. When he opens his eyes to center himself, he sees the older smirking down at him, obviously satisfied with the reactions he’s pulling from the younger.
“Soo, you’re drunk,” he manages to wheeze out before submitting to the singer’s delicious mouth on his again, unable to stop himself from reciprocating, enjoying the drag his tongue across the roof of the older’s mouth. As Jongin tastes the lingering hint of soju in Kyungsoo’s mouth, memories of their first date in Tokyo flood his senses along with all the affection associated with that precious night, and God, Jongin has never wanted anything as much as he wants this right now.
“So what?” Kyungsoo’s voice is low, breath hot against his mouth as he alternates between kissing the dancer’s upper and lower lips, each one in gently to give it special attention before returning to the exposed column of Jongin’s neck.
“So maybe this isn’t a good idea right now,” Jongin says, carding his fingers through the elder’s hair and trying to slow his heart rate down from the thundering pace it’s at. Which is proving to be an impossible task with the singer’s sinful tongue laving against his pulse.
“What, are you worried about consent? Such a gentleman.” Kyungsoo kisses the sensitive spot behind his ear and before on his earlobe. Nuzzli
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