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Kyungsoo likes Jongin.

He likes Jongin.

That’s what he decides it all means.

It takes him a couple days to realize it, but when he finally does it becomes obvious.
He’s never liked a boy before, but then again he’s never liked a girl either. Usually, Kyungsoo doesn’t try to think about his sexuality, doesn’t want to admit to himself that he might just find boys more attractive than girls. He doesn’t want to delve into that part of his mind just yet.
Figuring that out now, it would just cause problems, draw unwanted attention to himself if the school found out he liked boys. So he just chooses not to dwell on it, chooses not to deal with that kind of self-revelation until after high school was over and he goes to college. It has never been worth it.

But now that Jongin has stormed into his life, he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t already feel things unfamiliar and different. And even though they are unfamiliar, he thinks he finally knows what they all mean. He can’t deny his feelings, or the way he reacts to Jongin on a physical level. He’d be completely lying to himself if he said he didn’t find Jongin attractive or if he didn’t have this craving for his very presence. He’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t drawn to him in a way that he’s never been drawn to anyone before.

Jongin is sweet. Jongin is interesting. Jongin is humble and nice and understanding.

Jongin likes to pout when he gets upset and smile brightly when he is happy.

Jongin exudes confidence, but sometimes he scratches the back of his neck in a way that makes him look timid and cute- at least to Kyungsoo.

Jongin attracts attention to himself everywhere he goes, every step he takes, every movement he makes, but fights for Kyungsoo’s attention whenever they sit across from each other in the library and Kyungsoo is busy trying to actually get his work done.

Jongin is a living oxymoron.

It doesn’t help that Jongin is also a naturally touchy person. Or that he apparently yearns for human contact without even realizing it.

Or that he puts his hands on Kyungsoo whenever they are alone, whenever they find themselves between bookshelves just talking or when they find that they are the last couple of students in the library, and it makes Kyungsoo’s entire body tremble with warmth and craving that he has never experienced before.

Sometimes when they aren’t alone, Jongin forgets and tries to reach out to touch Kyungsoo on the arm or on the hand while Kyungsoo tries to ignore the way the spot tingles after Jongin realizes what he has done and pulls away.

Kyungsoo shouldn’t have these feelings for his boy. Not when he’s also a boy. Not when he isn’t sure about his own sexuality yet.

And especially not when this particular boy he’s attracted to, attracts more attention to himself than Kyungsoo could ever handle alone.

It’s the last day of finals and Kyungsoo is washing his hands in the bathroom. He has just finished his last exam before winter break and is letting his mind slip into a long welcomed relaxation when suddenly the door opens and Jongin walks in.

Kyungsoo’s blood instantly begins running quickly through his body, whirling to his head and making his heart pound. His mind doesn’t feel so relaxed anymore.

Jongin is slightly hunched forward when he enters, looking down in a way so that he hasn’t noticed Kyungsoo at the sink yet, but Kyungsoo knows he can’t avoid Jongin even if he wants to. It’s not like they don’t know each other well enough to say hi.

“How was your calculus exam?” The words spill clumsily from Kyungsoo’s mouth before he even manages a greeting. Jongin flinches in surprise as a result and when he looks up to see Kyungsoo, something in his eyes change and he stops a few feet away from him, looking at him in the mirror.

“I think I aced it,” Jongin smiles then, pearly white teeth glimmering in sincerity (and also from the fluorescent lights), “all thanks to you.”

Kyungsoo instantly flushes, distracting himself by looking away from Jongin’s handsome reflection and turning off the water with his suddenly unstable hands, “I barely did anything,” he says sheepishly.

Kyungsoo walks toward the paper towel dispenser and chooses to ignore Jongin’s gaze that remains on him. He keeps his shaky hands as discrete as possible when he rips a towel and dries his hands.

“I think you did more than enough,” Jongin responds and Kyungsoo jolts for a millisecond before throwing the towel in the trash can, all in an attempt to avoid Jongin’s penetrating stare or the way his voice had lowered an octave when he said those words.

“I-I’m glad I could help,” Kyungsoo falters, hesitant as he walks toward the door, “Well… bye Jongin.”

Kyungsoo releases a breath he’s been holding and his palm just barely touches the door when Jongin speaks up.

“Hey Kyungsoo,” Jongin calls, making Kyungsoo freeze and hold his breath again.

“Do you maybe… want to hang out sometime? Over break?” Jongin asks and Kyungsoo bites his lip to keep his face from burning, but turns to find Jongin looking oddly timid again. Gone is the confident demeanor, gone is the pungent stare, because now he looks so shy and so tentative as he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Kyungsoo doesn’t understand it, his lack of self-confidence when it comes to Kyungsoo, because Jongin is perfect. However, he must take Kyungsoo’s silence as a bad sign because he begins to sputter, “I mean, if you’re busy that’s fine. I’ll understand if-”

“No,” Kyungsoo interrupts, causing Jongin to actually lift his head and look at him. He clears his throat, “No. I was just confused as to why you’d want to hang out with me.”

Jongin’s body relaxes just slightly so he looks a less self-conscious, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Well,” a lot of things, “it just… surprised me. I guess.”

Kyungsoo still hasn’t seen Jongin with any friends, but he still can’t wrap his mind around why Jongin would want to be friends with him. Of all the people in the school he could have befriended, he chooses the lame kid with social anxiety.

It surprises Kyungsoo that Jongin wants to be his friend because he’s not, nor has he ever been, interesting. He’s also not particularly attractive. He’s not anything special really, and Kyungsoo’s always been okay with it because it meant people ignored him. He’s been okay with it even though he knows it’s not exactly the most riveting qualifications of a friend.

But it surprises Kyungsoo even more when he finds himself standing there with the word yes on his lips.

Jongin is still practically a stranger, Kyungsoo hates strangers. He doesn’t take a genius to figure out that wanting to put himself out there and make a new friend is very unlike himself.

But Jongin makes something stir inside Kyungsoo, makes him feel something strange. And he likes it. It’s exciting, but also comfortable. He likes the way Jongin makes his insides twist and turn and flip and jump with anticipation and excitement. He likes that Jongin doesn’t make him feel the need to shy away, because instead, Kyungsoo finds that he draws closer to Jongin. Jongin makes Kyungsoo want to put himself out there, but only for him. And even though he can feel a small part in the back of his mind resisting, fearful, he knows it’s usually a much bigger part of his mind that resists this kind of thing.

The first layer, the one that keeps Kyungsoo from putting himself out there, starts peeling away. Jongin makes it peel away.

“So…” Jongin prompts and his pupils are still sparkling, gaze still a little shy as he speaks, “Want to come over on Saturday then?”

“Okay,” Kyungsoo nods, excitement bubbling in his stomach, “Saturday.”

Kyungsoo knows he’s okay with one on one conversation. He always has been.

Sure, he’s a little awkward in general, that’s a given. But that awkwardness isn’t related to the other kind of anxiety he has, it’s part of his personality. Otherwise he has no inner qualms, no more than any other person, when it comes to having a conversation one-on-one with someone.

But conversation with Jongin is different. Really different.

Kyungsoo has already learned that conversation with Jongin is easy and natural.

Kyungsoo has never felt uncomfortable around Jongin either, nervous maybe, way too attracted to Jongin that his body is hot, but never uncomfortable. It’s just that ever since his revelation about his feelings for Jongin, he’s found himself paying too much attention to the way his body reacts to the boy. He feels like he has to worry constantly about what he says or does or how he looks at Jongin, because he doesn’t want to show how he feels about him. He doesn’t want to scare him away.

But everything dissolves the moment Kyungsoo walks into Jongin’s home.

Because Jongin smiles at him and all Kyungsoo feels is a warmth drizzle down the entirety of his body. Kyungsoo is smiling back instantly, can’t help himself really, and he lets Jongin pull him in, literally and emotionally, the way Jongin always has.

They spend that entire Saturday alone in Jongin’s house, playing video games and watching movies in Jongin’s room. After many hours pass, they find themselves just talking or joking around. Kyungsoo has suppressed his feelings all day, has forgotten all about being overly conscious of his actions, and when it starts to get late, Kyungsoo feels strangely comfortable to the point where he is almost giddy and careless, becoming less and less aware and careful about showing his feelings until he isn’t thinking about it anymore.

There are only a couple of moments, moments Kyungsoo would probably convince himself were all in his head. Like when he reaches for a controller at the same time as Jongin and their fingers touch, but neither pull away. They linger there for a few moments, but Kyungsoo swears he feels Jongin purposely brush his hand as he retreats.

Or when they are watching a movie, and Kyungsoo feels a gaze on him rather than the screen, and Kyungsoo has to take a deep breath and swallow his nerves because he’s afraid Jongin can hear his heart beating.

Or how Jongin’s leg is almost always pressed against his, no matter what they are doing. But Kyungsoo has to remind himself that Jongin is just a naturally touchy person, someone who yearns for human warmth.

It doesn’t mean anything. So Kyungsoo subdues his feelings and goes on enjoying the comfort and contentment he feels from just hanging out with Jongin.

It’s about four in the afternoon, Jongin’s parents still won’t be home from work for a few hours, and Kyungsoo sits on Jongin’s bed and crosses his legs indian style just after they finish another movie. He’s facing Jongin, who is leaning back slightly on his hands, the bottom half of his legs hanging off the edge of his bed.

Kyungsoo really likes this, really likes just talking with Jongin. Really wants to continue being his friend so they can keep hanging out like this- playing video games, watching movies, cracking jokes.

But that very platonic thought changes in an instant.

Because one moment Kyungsoo is talking animatedly about the movie they have just finished watching, analyzing the way it ended with wild gestures of his hands, and the next moment Jongin is laughing at something Kyungsoo says, leaning back further onto his elbows so the bottom of his shirt rides up just slightly.

Kyungsoo just catches a glimpse of it, the way a very small expanse of tan skin peeks out from under his shirt. Kyungsoo stops talking with a gulp and stares, a small ball of heat descending into his lower stomach, pooling there and making him feel warmth creep back up his skin. It catches him off guard because he’s never felt it before, not because of someone.

“Kyungsoo?” Kyungsoo breaks from his gaze at Jongin’s bare hip bone thinking fuck, because Jongin probably noticed his creepy staring. He meets his eyes and Jongin regards him with a serious expression.

“What are you doing?” Jongin’s voice has lowered an entire octave and Kyungsoo’s eyes automatically flick back down to the small patch of visible skin. He feels so hot and so suddenly captivated.

“Just…” he bites his lower lip subconsciously and reaches out and lightly grazes the skin with his forefinger.

“Even here…” the muscles of Jongin’s lower abdomen twitch slightly at the touch and Kyungsoo almost misses it, too caught up in how warm Jongin’s skin feels on the pad of his finger.

“Even here, you’re tan,” he finishes, the end of the statement trailing off and turning into a whisper. And his face is burning now, he can’t believe he just said that.

Jongin remains silent. Kyungsoo looks back up he sees that Jongin is watching where Kyungsoo’s hand is hovering over his skin, barely a thread away, with careful eyes. He doesn’t miss the way Jongin’s shoulders stiffen, the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

“I’m tan,” Jongin repeats distractedly, nodding absentmindedly in agreement. Kyungsoo feels frozen then, stuck wondering when the hell the tension in the room got so heavy or if someone turned the heat up. Kyungsoo nods stupidly, agreeing with Jongin agreeing with him. He feels so warm.

“Do you…” Jongin starts cautiously and Kyungsoo meets his gaze, but his gaze has changed again. It’s heavier, darker, and it makes Kyungsoo feel another dip in his stomach. “Do you want to see?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes enlarge at the question. When Kyungsoo feels that his throat is too dry to answer, Jongin takes Kyungsoo wrist between his fingers and guides his hand toward his lower stomach. With his free hand he lifts his shirt up, revealing more of his caramel colored stomach.

Kyungsoo swallows thickly at the span of flawless bronze skin, taught over ridges of abdominal muscles, and he’s learned not to expect anything less than perfection from Jongin anymore. He should be wondering why Jongin is letting him do this, urging him to do this, but instead he gapes while his own hand begins to hesitantly draw patterns into the smooth skin, captivated by the way Jongin’s muscles constrict and contract beneath his fingertips.

As Kyungsoo continues touching Jongin’s skin, he’s fascinated by its warmth, too engrossed in memorizing every slope and curve of his muscles to think about what he’s doing. He feels the weight of heavy eyes piercing into the side of his face but pays them no mind, not until the bed creaks and Jongin’s shirt falls back down and over Kyungsoo’s hand.

Kyungsoo eyes dart to find that Jongin has sat up and is leaning in close, his face is close enough to Kyungsoo that his nose is brushing against the side of Kyungsoo’s jaw.

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin whispers and the sound of his name coming from Jongin’s lips like that sends sparks down his body. His stomach clenches and he lets out a sharp exhale at the sensation. He is very aware of Jongin’s soft breathing on his neck until suddenly it’s not his breathe he feels.

It’s Jongin’s plush lips, pressing right between the junction of his jaw and neck. Kyungsoo gulps suddenly, the feeling of his lips in the spot makes his mind go blank and warmth travel up and down his entire body. It’s a single press of the lips, but it instantly sets Kyungsoo on fire. In a moment of mindlessness, he feels his head fall back reflexively, baring his neck as if welcoming Jongin to do it again without even realizing it

Jongin does do it again. And then again. And then his lips are moving, mouthing softly up behind his ear and then back down across his jaw, his nose nudging his skin slightly as he kisses. Kyungsoo is stunned into silence, save for the small sound he makes when Jongin nibbles at his earlobe. He’s lost his mind, but manages to conclude that Jongin, as well, must have lost his mind.

Those lips are making him feel so many things, emotions, physical reactions, he’s too immersed in them to say anything. Too stunned to move. And he knows his head is spinning with questions, but he can’t form any of them. All he can comprehend is that he doesn’t want Jongin to stop.

He doesn’t want Jongin to ever stop.

But after a few moments of butterflies bouncing off the walls of his gut Jongin does stop, a palm lands on his cheek, turning Kyungsoo’s face so he is only millimeters away. Their gazes meet and they are so close that Jongin’s face is blurry, but he can still see Jongin’s deep eyes that regard him. They seem to share some kind of wordless exchange when Kyungsoo’s eyes subconsciously fall to the pair of lips that were just grazing his neck so nicely, as if wondering why he stopped.

Jongin leans in so the tip of his nose grazing the side of Kyungsoo’s. Kyungsoo swallows when his eyes flutter shut. It’s as if time stops right then, because Kyungsoo heart stops beating for a couple of moments, those couple of moments just before Jongin closes the small distance between them. Kyungsoo is lured into the kiss by Jongin’s full lips, pressing tenderly into his, and he presses back, thoughtlessly letting one hands raise and bury itself Jongin’s soft hair on the back of his head, the other remains under the warmth between Jongin’s skin and his shirt, curling there.

A low sound emits from Jongin’s throat and he cups the side of Kyungsoo’s face, turning their heads and gliding their lips together to heat the kiss another few degrees. Kyungsoo’s entire body is shaking with the new, unfamiliar heat. He’s boiling so much that he seems to lose control of his body because he keeps moving his lips with Jongin’s, so slow but so good that he keeps tugging at his hair to keep himself sane. He forgets that he doesn’t understand why Jongin is doing this, and kisses back such a depth of urgency, keeping up with Jongin’s desperate pace.

He’s never really kissed before.

He’s especially never kissed like this.

But then again, he’s never felt this way.

Never wanted to keep kissing someone so much.

Never wanted to feel someone’s body so close.

Never felt a kiss so intense that it sent electricity down his spine, turning his flesh into goosebumps and heat piling up at the pit of his stomach.

And it’s Jongin. And Jongin’s lips are warm and conscientious yet eager and they feel so nice against his.

After a few seconds they eventually pull away, albeit reluctantly, but not before Jongin goes in for a second, softer kiss. Once he fully retreats, he simply looks at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo lets his hand fall onto Jongin’s shoulders while Jongin’s hand remains on his cheek. They watch each other carefully, as if both of them are a little surprised at their own reactions, and then Jongin is leaning in again.

“Kyungsoo,” Jongin whispers, nosing up Kyungsoo’s jaw softly, and Kyungsoo can’t explain the way his heart jumps at the way Jongin says his name, “I like you.”

Kyungsoo blanches, still hazy from whatever trance the blissful kiss had put him in. Despite what just happens, the words somehow confuse him, even though his heartbeat skyrockets at the same time.

“W-what?”

“I like you. Kyungsoo,” he confesses again, stroking his thumb down Kyungsoo’s jaw where his nose just was.

Kyungsoo knits his eyebrows together, somehow not able to connect the words with what has just happened. That the way they just kissed may somehow be related to Jongin’s confession, just doesn’t seem to process in Kyungsoo’s mind.

“You can’t like me… you… you’re…” maybe it’s because he’s still dizzy, he isn’t sure where he’s going with his words.

“I’m what?” Jongin’s voice is still low, eyes searching and just as piercing as always.

“Um… straight?” Kyungsoo supplies in the form of a question.

A moment of silence washes over them, but it’s broken when Jongin lets out a laugh that is so beautiful, so Jongin, eyes crinkle at the corners, that it makes Kyungsoo’s insides bubble the same way the kiss had.

“I don’t have a straight bone in my body,” Jongin laughs and then continues, “well I mean I do, I guess. I mean we all have some straight bones in our bodies probably, but you know what I mean. Figure of speech,” he rambles and then coughs and Kyungsoo breaks into a small smile at Jongin’s awkward, sputtering words.

“What I’m trying to say,” Jongin amends, “is that I’m gay. Very, very gay. And since the first day you sat across from me in the library, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“I-I didn’t know,” is the only way Kyungsoo can respond. He wouldn’t have necessarily pegged Jongin as homosexual, though maybe it’s because he tends to think everyone is straight until proven otherwise.

But that Jongin is not only gay, but likes Kyungsoo, that’s what really perplexes him most. Yet even though Kyungsoo has a hard time understanding it, the thought of Jongin having feelings for him doesn’t affect him any less.

Kyungsoo tries to look down to hide his eyes and flushed cheeks, suddenly self-conscious now that Jongin has confessed, but Jongin grips the side of his face so he can’t look away.

“Well, now you do.”

Kyungsoo’s heart is hammering.

No one has ever confessed to Kyungsoo before. He’s sure no one has ever liked him and he can’t help but feel a bit bashful at the confession. He tries to look away again, but Jongin won’t let him, instead Jongin presses his lips to his cheek and when he pulls back, Kyungsoo can’t help it. He blushes madly, lets the corners of his mouth turn up unthinkingly as well, smiling forming a timid heart and Jongin lets out a quiet groan.

“You smile like that and I’m so gay for you,” he then whispers, practically groans, leaning in to press their lips together again and Kyungsoo indulges in it a second time, let’s their lips move together like they were meant to do this, meant to kiss forever, meant to meet in the library that Monday afternoon two weeks ago.

Jongin’s lips are still just as warm as the first time and Kyungsoo presses back to meet him.

“J-Jongin,” Kyungsoo mumbles against his lips, but Jongin doesn’t stop, just keeps kissing him and Kyungsoo is so overwhelmed. Both of Jongin’s hands move to the back of Kyungsoo’s neck now, pulling Kyungsoo closer and it makes Kyungsoo relent for now.

He feels so hot, but he has chills. His body is trembling but he grasps tighter. He wants to pull away to understand but he wants to kiss deeper. Even kissing Jongin is an oxymoron.

They both open their mouths to each other and Jongin drags his tongue into Kyungsoo’s mouth. Everything about it is so good, even the shivers that travel down his arms and chest, even the sensation of Jongin’s tongue pushing forward to meet Kyungsoo’s. This is not new for Jongin, he’s clearly more experienced than Kyungsoo which isn’t necessarily a hard thing to be, but the thought reminds Kyungsoo of what he needs to say, what he needs to admit before things go any further.

“Jongin…” Kyungsoo finally pushes at Jongin enough for him to realize he’s being pushed, and Jongin finally distances himself, only barely.

“I’m sorry,” Jongin apologizes, closing his eyes to regain control, “I’m getting carried away.”

“It’s fine. I-I like it,” Kyungsoo whispers and blush dusts across his face, though his face is already too red to notice, when Jongin opens his eyes again.

“I just,” Kyungsoo tries, “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“I don’t know if… you know,” Kyungsoo mumbles vaguely.

“If you like me?” Jongin looks instantly horrified, like he had just read everyone wrong and started making out with Kyungsoo against his will. Kyungsoo immediately shakes his head furiously.

“No, no,” Kyungsoo says quickly, flushing a bit, “I- I like you too, Jongin.”

Jongin’s frown fades, turning into a smile instead, succeeding in blinding Kyungsoo and taking his breath away, making him feel like he needs to come up for air. He thinks about how he is already in too deep with this boy, he’s already fallen so much and he doesn’t want to scare him off.

“Then what’s wrong?” Jongin asks, eyes following his own fingers that drag down Kyungsoo’s neck. It makes Kyungsoo shudder.

“I-I know I like you, but I don’t know if I’m… if I’m gay.”

Jongin presses his lips together while he runs his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair. It feels so nice, Kyungsoo wants to melt, “If you like me then… wouldn’t that answer the question?”

“I don’t know,” Kyungsoo responds, “I’ve never been with a boy… or a girl. I just- I don’t know.”

“Oh,” Jongin nods, slowly processing Kyungsoo’s words, and then whispers, “oh.”

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo sighs, but Jongin doesn’t retreat, starts drawing closer instead.

“Then should we…” he pauses, collecting his thoughts and Kyungsoo finds his lips tantalizing, they are so close, teasing him, he almost breaks the distance himself before giving Jongin the chance to finish speaking, “do you want to find out?”

Kyungsoo’s heart skips a beat.

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo whispers, breath fanning across Jongin’s lips, mingling with the air coming from Jongin’s. He can feel Jongin’s lips almost brushing his while he speaks, it’s all he’s thinking about.

“With me?”

“Yeah,” Kyungsoo barely breathes out before Jongin’s lips are on his again, purposefully and this time Kyungsoo doesn’t hold back. Both hands find themselves buried in Jongin’s hair, tugging more harshly, and he surprises himself when he immediately opens his mouth for Jongin to explore again. He gives in to the way Jongin tastes. He could definitely get used to it.

It isn’t long before Kyungsoo is pushed back onto the mattress, one of Jongin’s legs between his thighs. He could get used to that too, the way Jongin presses him into the bed carefully, how it feels to have Jongin’s body trapping him to the bed.

Jongin dips his head to kiss Kyungsoo’s neck again, lips and tongue tracing patterns up the bone of his jaw. Kyungsoo emits a few soft sounds at the sensation, letting his head fall back for more.

Jongin is clearly experienced.

Yet it doesn’t make Kyungsoo feel intimidated at all. Jongin is careful and patient, laced with this craving that Kyungsoo can feel in just the way Jongin touches him. Jongin places his hands on his face to guide him.

It’s probably in part because of the inexplicable ease Kyungsoo has always felt with Jongin that makes Kyungsoo feel less inhibited than he would have thought, but he wants to touch Jongin. He really wants to touch Jongin.

He has wanted to touch Jongin for weeks.

So Kyungsoo does. He runs his hands down Jongin’s neck and all the way down his back and, under his haze of unfamiliar lust, slips his fingers under Jongin’s shirt. The fabric rides upward as Kyungsoo’s hands travel, feeling more of his hot, tan skin. Jongin eventually lifts his arms, urging Kyungsoo to take the offending material off.

Kyungsoo slides it over his head, messing up Jongin’s hair in the process.

Lips find Kyungsoo’s again, pressing less soft, more determinedly, eager and almost desperately if Kyungsoo didn’t know any better. He kisses back with just as much eagerness until Jongin gets ahead of himself, pressing his hips down so his bulge presses into Kyungsoo’s erection. The ordeal makes both of them let out moans that cause their lips to part.

Jongin, clearly liking Kyungsoo’s reaction, does it again.

“J-Jongin,” Kyungsoo pants and he would find his breathless stutter terribly embarrassing if he wasn’t so incredibly turned on and only getting harder.

“You like this?” Jongin asks, and though his voice is sultry and husky it actually comes off as a legitimate question rather than a rhetorical one. Jongin is actually trying to help Kyungsoo figure out what he likes. Kyungsoo nods even though Jongin doesn’t see it and tugs Jongin closer.

“Do you want to try something?” Jongin asks into his ear.

Kyungsoo nods and lets out a barely audible “yes.”

Jongin leans back, and that’s what finally makes Kyungsoo feel anxious, because he definitely didn’t just tell Jongin to get off him, he doesn’t want Jongin to get off him, and he really, really doesn’t want to stop. But Jongin sits back on his knees, his eyes are dark and his hair is a mess, Kyungsoo wonders what he must look like. But Jongin, Jongin looks so, so good with his messy bed hair. So good as he puts two hands on the button of Kyungsoo’s jeans. He pops it open and Kyungsoo feels butterflies of excitement in his stomach.

He proceeds to unzip Kyungsoo’s jeans and Kyungsoo already feels free, less restricted, but then Jongin stops.

“Is this okay?” He asks, looking up at Kyungsoo carefully and Kyungsoo nods a little too frantically. He’s so hard, his jeans are painfully tight, so Jongin slips them down Kyungsoo’s thighs, down his calves, and off his feet, leaving only his boxers on. It all makes Kyungsoo shiver, Jongin undressing him, sliding his jeans off and letting his cloudy eyes run up and down Kyungsoo’s smooth legs appreciatively and a little hazed.

When Kyungsoo looks down at himself, the tent in his underwear is undeniable, erect for the world to see even if it’s covered, but Jongin seems to enjoy the view before grasping Kyungsoo’s thighs and sliding his palms up them.

Kyungsoo watches, mind in a heavy fog as Jongin spreads his pale legs, slips himself in between and leans forward to kiss Kyungsoo again.

While they kiss, Jongin’s wrists brush Kyungsoo’s sensitive erection when he unzips his own pants and slides them down to mid-thigh. Kyungsoo shivers when he feels the inside of his thighs slide against the outside of Jongin’s.

Jongin lines their hips up so their cocks are pressed against one another. Jongin’s lips are on his again and before Kyungsoo can really understand anything, Jongin slides his body upward sensually, his hard cock gliding against Kyungsoo’s. His mouth immediately falls open, his head falls back and away from Jongin’s lips.

When Jongin does it again, the sudden friction is overwhelming and Kyungsoo is so sensitive that he lets out a soft mewl, closing his eyes and automatically bucking upward for more, meeting Jongin’s movements. Jongin presses down again, rolling their cocks together while he blindly searches for Kyungsoo’s mouth again.

Kyungsoo’s hands migrate to grip into Jongin’s back, his fingernails creating small marks in his skin, and his legs spread wider, knees reflexively bending upward.

The entire action makes Jongin moan.

“Do you like this?” Jongin whispers into his neck.

Kyungsoo nods, pulling tighter, “Y-yeah.”

“You like the feeling of my cock sliding against yours?”

“Mmm,” Kyungsoo moans now, rolling his hips to match Jongin’s rhythm.

Jongin slips his hands underneath Kyungsoo’s ass, cupping his cheeks and pushing their hips harder together. He grinds deliberately to earn a few low groans from the boy below him.
In turn Kyungsoo caresses his back, hands migrating and exploring each and every muscle.

“Fuck, Kyungsoo,” Jongin growls, slipping his hands and grasping at his ass cheeks, “You’re so hot. Gonna cum soon.”

“Me too,” Kyungsoo breathes and his hands sneak down, running down the curve of Jongin’s ass and pushing them impossibly closer. Jongin finally presses his mouth to Kyungsoo's again, swallowing his hot breathing and the whimpers that come with it.

It only takes a few more rolls of the hips, and Kyungsoo shakes beneath Jongin as he cums.
Jongin follows soon after, burying his face in the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck and groaning while he finds his own release. He collapses fully onto him with heavy breathing.

They probably lie like that for a good ten minutes, coming down from their highs, Jongin pressing his lips to Kyungsoo’s neck in a soft, relaxing manner.

Kyungsoo’s mind is a mixture between too many thoughts and too little coherence of what just occurred and what it all means, how incredible it all felt and what that means. Kyungsoo is shaking, body twitching from the aftershock of what they’ve done. It’s the first time he’s gotten off from someone else, against someone else, and it’s Jongin.

Beautiful Jongin.

Beautiful Jongin who finally lifts his head to look at Kyungsoo. His eyes are soft and full of emotion, fondness. It makes Kyungsoo’s heart skip.

“For someone who’s never been with a guy, you sure didn’t act like it.”

Kyungsoo blushes. He doesn’t even remember how he was acting the past ten minutes because he was overcome with an extremely intense amount of lust he had never experienced in his life and a major desire for Jongin he couldn’t explain. It stimulated him in too much, made him act in strange ways.

He really liked it though.

“Oh now you blush,” Jongin laughs and Kyungsoo slaps him on the arm.

“Ow,” Jongin says, “now you have to kiss me to make me feel better!”

“You wish,” Kyungsoo sticks his tongue out, but Jongin seems to take it as some weird kind of invitation because he sticks his tongue out as well and touches it to Kyungsoo’s.

Kyungsoo pushes Jongin’s face back and then laughs, letting his head fall back onto the mattress before letting out a long sigh, “I feel gross and sticky.”

“Shower?” Jongin says, only slightly joking, which earns him another playful slap.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” the smile that spreads on Jongin’s face has Kyungsoo grinning back, “Can I at least wash your boxers for you?”

Kyungsoo nods at that, but before he has a chance to say anything more, Jongin leans in to kiss him again, sweetly. This time without hesitancy, Kyungsoo meets him halfway.

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