Jinki’s neck was a different circumference, and Kibum’s hands a different width. The longer span of his fingers made it easier to encircle his neck. Fingertips grazing at the damp nape, and his thumbs a parentheses around the frantic bob of his apple. (in which jinki is a dom, except when he's not)

He blinks, and looks at Jinki - really looks at him, trying to account for all the stray intimacies his mind keeps generating. He's not desperate, not lonely, not drunk, but something about Jinki is making him want, with a hot curl of desire tight beneath his skin. (Kibum / Jinki)