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Jinki’s eyes track Kibum as she returns with two stemmed glasses in tow, stopping in front of where he’s sat on her living room couch to take a sip. Jinki watches the bob of her throat as she swallows, wanting to touch and taste but unsure of himself, unsure of their dynamic just yet. She gently places both drinks on the sidetable to Jinki’s right, the soft clink from the glasses reverberating around the room as she straddles Jinki’s lap. Jinki’s hands shakily settle on Kibums hips, his gaze fixated on where their skin meets and licks his dry lips.
Kibum grins as she settles her arms on either of Jinki’s shoulders, “Want a taste?”
He lets out a shaky exhale as he nods, his fingers fiddling with the trim of her lounge shirt. It’s soft, warm. Fleece, he thinks faintly. A few of the top buttons are undone to form a deep plunge of her neck and he tries not to stare at the swell of her chest. She brings a soft hand up to cradle his jaw, tracing the skin there before pulling him in for a kiss. Jinki notes the too-sweet taste that lingers on her tongue, wondering faintly if she’d poured a moscato or rosé — he knows she loves anything sweet, though she’d deny that before anyone else — but Jinki’s pulled out of his thoughts as Kibum shakily moves her fingers to his neck, her thumb messaging barely-there circles.
Jinki whines into her mouth at the anticipation, baring his neck more and deepening the kiss. Kibum presses her fingers lightly against his jugular, and he feels his brain go fuzzy as she licks the inside of his mouth and removes the pressure after a few moments. Jinki pulls away from the kiss to pant against her cheek, and she nibbles his bottom lip just to watch it turn impossibly pinker.
When Kibum mouths her way down Jinki’s jaw, his hand flies up to rest against the back of her head and when she finally works a bruise into the junction between his jaw and neck, she can feel his hips stutter against her own, his grip tightening into a fist.
“You can pull my hair if you want, y’know” Kibum mutters against his neck, and she says it so plainly Jinki can’t help but oblige as he unclenches his fist to reach for purchase, tugging gently against the locks that settle between his fingers. She groans at the feeling, her free hand flying up to clench at Jinki’s forearm. She feels the way he’s fighting against the instinct to roll his hips up and she starts to grind her hips down, feeling the bulge of his clit hard against her half-soft cock.
Kibum can feel herself getting hard already, but she’s in awe at how affected Jinki is by just some light kissing and touching.
“When was the last time you got laid?”
Jinki lets out a breathless chuckle, clearly caught off guard by her question. “Is an answer required before you get me off?”
“It’s a simple question.” Kibum hooks a finger into the waistband of Jinki’s sweatpants as she continues more quietly, “Or is it just me that gets you like this?”
Jinki’s silent as Kibum reaches down the front of his pants, teasing his hole and spreading his wet over his cock. He shivers at the feeling as Kibum begins rubbing circles, but he can’t stop the litany of curses and the buck of his hips when she gently fits her thumb and index around his length to languidly stroke him. Jinki feels the heat pool in his lower stomach as Kibum continues her ministrations for a moment before she lowers her attention to mouth at Jinki’s tits, moving her fingers from his cock down to slowly fuck one finger into his cunt, relishing in the sound of how wet he is.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kibum picks up the pace of her finger, easily slipping two more fingers in his hole. Jinki lets out punctual ah-’s at the change of pace, at the stretch, his entire body alight as Kibum continues, her breath ghosting over his chest. “How long have you wished it was me fucking you?”
Jinki whines at how Kibum is unwinding him so fully, baring his soul for her to see and unraveling him from the inside out. He shivers from being so known, of being laid bare and still being wanted so deeply. Jinki’s chest swoons as he feels himself approaching the edge, gripping his hands into the sheets and fighting the urge to clench his thighs and buck into her hand until he comes. Kibum, fortunately, gives him some respite as she slows her thrusts, rubbing a few small circles over his cock before moving her hand away.
Jinki’s glad for the change in pace, allowing a moment for him to catch his breath. He unclenches the sheets, brings a hand up to cradle her face as he mutters out a small, “You’re so pretty.”
Kibum laughs breathily, hiding her flushed face in his presented hand, peppering small kisses into the palm. He feels his heart flutter from the affection, letting himself get lost in the feeling of belonging fully to Kibum in this moment. He slowly parts his lids as he feels Kibum’s hand wrap around his own, watching as she moves her littered kisses up his arm to eventually settle on his collarbone. He lets his hand be led to her lower back, squeezing at the muscle there and Kibum begins grinding her hips down, the layers of fabric only adding more friction between the two.
“Ah- fuck-” Jinki lets out a breathy whine at a particularly well-angled thrust and he knows he wont last much longer like this. His chest heaves as he musters out, “Wait, wait- I want to blow you”
Kibum feels her dick twitch at the idea of Jinki’s pretty lips around her length. She nods sharply, “Bed.”
As Kibum moves to get up off her knees using Jinki’s shoulder as leverage, he brings two of her fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits and keeping steady eye contact. Tasting himself in this way makes him feel more connected than ever to Kibum, he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine as he feels her fingers move to spread the taste across his flattened tongue, against the sides of his teeth.
Kibum bites back a whine at the sight of Jinki in this way, at the perverseness of it all. His half-lidded eyes bored through her own, making her whole body go hot. She wonders how he’d taste on their shared lips and decides she needs that now, ripping her fingers out to pull Jinki up by his soft brown hair from his position on the couch. He lets out a guttural moan at the feeling of being dragged around, one that’s cut off by an onslaught of Kibum’s lips on his own as she leads them to her bedroom.
Jinki hadn’t even noticed they’d made it to the bedroom, too lost in the hand in his hair and the arm around his middle until he felt the soft duvet against the back of his knees. Kibum hastily pulls away to rip off her clothes.
“On your back,” she barks. Jinki feels his skin buzz at the authoritarian tone in her voice as he silently settles himself on the bed, intending to follow her orders but stopping to take in the curves of her nude form. His mouth waters when he sees just how big she is, the stark black hair carefully crowning her cock that twitches almost imperceptibly as Kibum notices him staring. “Your back, honey.”
Jinki melts at the smoothness of her voice, moving fast to position his head at the edge of the bed. He watches from his flipped perspective as she pumps her hand slowly along her cock, groaning at the feeling. “Let me,” Jinki breathes out. He reaches out a hand to grab at her thighs, pulling her close. “Please.”
Kibum lets herself be pulled forward, lets her hand be replaced by Jinki’s rougher palm. Jinki licks his lips as he gives quick strokes and hears Kibum hiss at the sudden burst of pleasure, bucking her hips with each downstroke. Jinki watches as a drip of precome builds on her head, and he slows his hand to brush his thumb over the tip.
“Jinki-” Kibum starts in a stern voice, but whatever she was about to quip is cut off by Jinki using one hand to lead her length to his tongue, the other pushing behind her hips to bottom out in his mouth. Kibum folds at the sudden feeling, steadying herself with hands on Jinki’s chest before she moves her hips slowly, shallowly into the heat of his mouth. Under her fingertips, she feels the rise of his lungs as he breathes in her musky scent through a deep inhale through his nose. He lets out a soft whine from his position and Kibum reels at the vibration “Honey, fuck-”
She lets her hips stutter at the sensation, releasing a few shaky breaths before she straightens her back to start fucking Jinki’s mouth in earnest. Jinki feels a soft hand weave its way up to rest on his throat and he hums around her, his hips seemingly having a mind of their own and grinding up into nothing. He feels heat pool in the bottom of his stomach and he fights back the need to reach his hand down, to get himself off. He occupies his hand instead with cradling her balls, rolling the delicate skin under his thumbs.
Kibum lets out a breathy, “Yes,” at the feeling of his hands on her, head lolling down at the feeling as she quickens her thrusts. Her mind goes fuzzy as she watches Jinki’s thighs clench and unclench with the same rhythm as her thrusts, the way his whole body seems to arch with any change in movement. She traces her free hand down the expanse of his chest, brushing against his nipple through the thin fabric and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Jinki lets out a few muffled -ck’s as his body convulses, his thighs trembling under the soft fabric of his sweatpants. He breathes in deeply, shakily through his nose and the movements of his tongue stills momentarily.
Kibum freezes at the realization, starting to move back to give Jinki room. “Did you just come?” Jinki only whines at that, attempting to follow where Kibum removes herself but she places a firm hand against the back of his head and sits him up.
Jinki turns his downcast gaze to where he feels the bed dip, as she kneels alongside where he’s sat. “It’s okay,” she says softly, brushing his tousled hair out of his face softly, dragging a finger under his chin to meet him for a sweet kiss. Jinki can’t help but lean into her touch, specs of shame starting to bubble in his chest.
“Do you need a break?” Kibum asks instead, and Jinki considers for a moment.
“Want you to use me.” Kibum feels her breath hitch at his confession, and Jinki meets her gaze when he speaks up again. “Use me until you come.”
Kibum can only nod dumbly and watch as Jinki lifts his arms to remove his shirt, starting to shuffle out of his bottoms but Kibum stops him. “Just the- um, just the sweatpants.”
Jinki gives her an odd look, but only shuffles off his sweatpants without question. Kibum leads them to the head of the bed, where she props herself up with a pillow against her back, beckoning for Jinki to straddle her. Before Jinki can fully rest his weight on both his knees either side of her, he feels a hand between his thighs tracing over the fabric of his lacy panties and he shivers.
“So wet for me,” Kibum covers her hand over the warmth of his cunt, slipping an index finger into the elastic of the leghole.
Jinki’s blush moves down his chest, knowing there must be a visible wet spot by now. His thighs flutter to move shut as Kibum traces his hole, never breaching, but rather spreading his slick as his chest stutters with each movement. He leans his head to rest against the swell of Kibum’s chest, and she hisses at the stimulation against the sensitive skin.
“I want you to ride me,” Kibum dips the tip of her finger into Jinki, and he whines. He only nods in response, shakily moving his legs to shrug his bottoms off but Kibum stops him. “Here, like this,” She moves the fabric to the side, grasping the head of her dick to line it up with Jinki’s exposed hole and he shivers with anticipation.
Kibum can’t help but check in, seeing the shift in Jinki’s demeanor, “Okay?”
Jinki only nods in response, reaching down to cover Kibum’s hand with his own and sinks down agonizingly slowly as he lets out breathy noises and whimpers against her throat. She opts to move her hands onto his hips instead, digging her nails into the skin there. Kibum is bigger than Jinki had expected her to feel inside him, brushing against every wall and he shakily lifts his hips to snap back down with a squelch.
Kibum’s entire body is buzzing at the sound of their skin meeting, the feeling of fucking Jinki’s come back into him, the warmth of Jinki’s body splayed on top of her. She’s impossibly hard as Jinki slowly rides her length, biting back her own moans to listen to the pathetic noises Jinki lets out with each movement. He leaves messy kisses to where he’s rested his cheek against Kibum, working occasional bruises into the skin there, desperate to make Kibum feel good.
As Jinki becomes accustomed to the stretch, he starts to pick up the movement of his hips and Kibum feels him start to clench around her, the hardness of his dick rubbing against her skin there when he snaps his hips down particularly hard. Kibum can feel herself approaching her climax, and grabs onto Jinki’s hips as she starts to meet Jinki’s thrusts halfway. He cries out at the feeling, of her cock digging impossibly deeper into him and he lets out punctual ah-s with each thrust. Kibum feebly attempts to muffle her moans as her body lights up with the noises Jinki doesn’t seem to be aware he’s making, too lost in his pleasure, and she knows she won’t last much longer.
She gently rubs a few circles into where her hand rests on Jinki’s hip before landing a sharp strike against the swell of Jinki’s ass and he lets out a choked noise, grinding onto Kibum’s dick desperately through his orgasm as he clenches around her length. The sensations have Kibum pressing her hips into Jinki’s, her hands pushing him down onto her impossibly further as she finally releases inside of him in spurts punctuated with pitchy gasps. Jinki whines at the feeling of being filled, completely fucked out from where he’s laying against Kibum’s chest.
The two are still for a few moments after that, catching their breath and merely basking in the high. Neither move to pull away, to detach from each other, and Jinki is thankful. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy feeling full, being connected in this way.
As the two come down, Kibum slowly runs a hand up and down Jinki’s back, “How was that? For you?”
“Liked it,” Jinki mumbles as he situates himself more comfortably against her chest, pulling up the soft duvet to surround the two. Kibum hisses at the overstimulation where they meet that comes with the movement. Jinki mumbles out an apology and she continues their conversation,
“Only like?”
Jinki huffs against her chest, only clenching around her in response, gaining him a soft hit to his arm. He lets out a small laugh, nuzzling his nose where he rests against her, litters kisses there.