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part thirty
POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
kpop ficmix
POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
kpop ficmix
POSTING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF USERS IS A SERIOUS TOS VIOLATION. PLEASE DON'T DO IT
kpop ficmix
Re: itt: abandoned stories
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 08:33 am (UTC)(link)He has Jinki pressed against the mattress, frustrations gripping him around the wrist, bringing him down until he has his face buried in Jinki's neck. His breathing is ragged, sobs threatening to make themselves audible. He's still for a moment, but feels Jinki shift from underneath him, arms coming around to wrap around his back.
“Jonghyun?” Jinki asks, voice vibrating against the back of his head.
“It's nothing,” Jonghyun says, struggling to control himself. He looks up to press his lips against Jinki's, covering any further attempts at conversation. He feels the question burning at the back of Jinki's throat, but he he presses deeper.
They don't dare come near him this night, not when he has his fingers at the back of Jinki's neck, body below his touches. They watch him, but Jonghyun tries to bury those thoughts, throwing them away and instead focusing on how Jinki's back arches when he begins to let his kisses trail, slipping a hand underneath Jinki's shirt. Jinki's beautiful, he thinks, and Jonghyun doesn't want to leave.
and
When a tongue slips inside his mouth, Jinki knows he has to put a stop to it.
“Jonghyun.” He attempts to be stern, moving his face away from Jonghyun's mouth, but his words end up sounding like a breathy moan instead. He hears a grunt of recognition and knows that bite Jonghyun makes on his collarbone means that he’s heard him.
“No, Jonghyun,” Jinki tries again, this time managing to not sound like he’s enjoying it. A hand fists itself in his hair, and Jinki has to reach up to disentangle it before pushing Jonghyun away.
Jonghyun is panting, eyes dark and lips red. He lifts his arm to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, and his eyes attach themselves to Jinki, the question much too prominent. Jinki fidgets, now suddenly aware of his disheveled appearance; his shirt is halfway unbuttoned, hair no doubt a mess, and he uncomfortably pats it down.
“I—” Jinki's at a loss for words. He gestures wildly to himself, to his wrinkled shirt and the unbuttoned clasp on his jeans (which he quickly fixes), and looks expectantly at Jonghyun. “Just, what are you doing?”
Jonghyun raises an eyebrow, letting out a bark of laughter. “What do you mean, what am I doing? Isn't it obvious?” He inches closer to Jinki, and Jinki, afraid, takes a step back. “Look, hyung, this isn't the right time.”
Jinki's back meets the wall again, and this time he has to be swift in order to escape from underneath Jonghyun's arm. He quickly looks for an escape route, but decides that that would not be the best option. Turning, he faces Jonghyun with a strained smile and says, “Okay, let's talk this out.”
Jonghyun frowns at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “You're kind of ruining the mood here, hyung.”
“What mood?” Once the words come out of Jinki's mouth, he winces at how high pitched they sound. “Jonghyun,” he starts more calmly. “I'm sorry, but I don't see any mood here.”
“Okay,” says Jonghyun slowly. “Look, if you didn't want to do it right now, you could have just said so. We can do it any other time.”
i'm cringing so much reading this
Re: itt: abandoned stories
(Anonymous) 2012-11-19 08:40 am (UTC)(link)