Prismatic Souls, Pt 3.5/?

[iamthegayagenda]

 (A/N: Hey guys! So I've noticed that mondays are just too hectic, so I'm going to most likely do mid-week postings from now on. Hope you like it!!)

When Jongin invited him to the apartment, Kyungsoo happily agreed, so caught up in the warm fuzzies of the sofa cuddling that he didn’t think twice about it. But then they got in the car, and then they went to Gangnam. Kyungsoo (stupidly) thought Jongin had said “home” and not “shopping” so he  looked out the window, confused, but still admiring the glassiness of the tall buildings, the ugly glare of neon lights, so different now with the bright pinks and yellows. And then the car pulled up to one of the buildings. One of the big buildings. Like, huge. Jongin was smiling at him, and Kyungsoo was feeling his palms get sweaty again. The thought formed in his mind, Jongin was a really famous model after all (at least, he got that from Jongdae), but live-in-the-middle of Gangnam famous? No, that didn’t sound right. This was probably just a pit-stop, a party or something.

But then Jongin got out the car and held the door open for him, and Kyungsoo got out, cursing when he stumbled (right into Jongin’s broad, firm chest - Kyungsoo let his hand linger for a bit). There was a doorman (a whole doorman?! Those really existed?!), who greeted Jongin with a tilt of the hat, and smiled at Kyungsoo, though there was a curious glint in his eye. Jongin returned the greeting, and pulled Kyungsoo (who was staring at the ceiling, because wow that was high, and the clean, beige lines were quite appealing and-) towards the elevators, laughing when Kyungsoo’s ears turned red.

They went up. And up. And up. And even farther up. Kyungsoo watched the floor number rise, his eyes widening when he (belatedly) realized that the top floor had been pressed.

“Uh, Jongin, did you- did you forget to press your floor?” Kyungsoo asked. Jongin gave him a confused look.

“No?” Jongin looked at the buttons, then back at Kyungsoo.

“Oh, you- you actually live in the penthouse,” Kyungsoo said breathlessly. His heart had started racing again, and he wished, just for a second, for the calm mundanity of his life before this, but then the elevator slowed to a stop.

“Is it bad that I live in the penthouse?” Jongin asked in a small voice. Kyungsoo, so entranced by the opening of the elevator doors, didn’t even hear him; instead, he was stepping out with wobbly knees towards the door of Jongin’s apartment.

“Nice door,” he said. Stupid. Stupid Kyungsoo. That was a stupid thing to say. Nice door? Jongin look amused, opening it and stepping inside, taking off his shoes. In Kyungsoo’s defense, it was a nice door, thick amber-colored wood with a frosted-glass insert around the frame. Then Kyungsoo realized Jongin was waiting for him to come inside, an amused smile on his lips. Ears burning, Kyungsoo stepped inside, taking off his shoes. He put them next to Jongin’s, just inside a closet right next to the entrance, full of shoes and coats and scarves. Jongin was organized, at least, which pleased Kyungsoo very much.

“Well, welcome home,” Jongin said timidly. Home. Maybe too soon for that, but he wouldn’t mind living in a penthouse. Not when- oh. Oh, what a beautiful kitchen. Kyungsoo beelined towards it, trailing his fingers along the counter. The counters were a deep carnelian, all the accents in dark wood, but for the platinum gleam of the fridge. The stove and the sink were matching brushed nickel. Kyungsoo stood in the middle of it, absolutely mesmerized. Jongin’s chuckle startled him.

“Oh, sorry. Oh god, I just ran to the kitchen. I’m so sorry,” Kyungsoo hid his face in his hands, cursing the heat that rushed to his ears.

“It was cute,” said Jongin. That word again. Kyungsoo hated it. But…not when Jongin said it. No, if Jongin thought he was cute, then he was cute.

“Sorry,” he mumbled again, shuffling out of the kitchen. Jongin held out his hand, showing Kyungsoo the living room, the dining room, a quick peek at the terrace and the gym, before they went up the stairs (Kyungsoo, in his awe, choked on his saliva when he realized there was a second floor).

Jongin’s room was tidy, only a few shirts strewn on the desk chair (and a sock in the corner, which Jongin sheepishly explained he’d thrown because he was angry at it - he hated socks). The bed was enormous, even for a guy as big as Jongin, and Kyungsoo wanted nothing more than to throw himself on it. Jongin seemed to have read his mind, a sly smile on his lips.

“I guess it’s a good thing this bed is so big,” he started, but Kyungsoo, wonderful, sweet Kyungsoo, was a little slow on the uptake. “There are lots of things we can try on it.” And there it was. Kyungsoo blushed, giggling. Yes, there were lots of things they could try; quite a few had already crossed Kyungsoo’s mind. But then the thought of it made him awkward, and they both dissolved in giggles.

“I suppose there are,” he said, and then Jongin stepped closer, and Kyungsoo was acutely aware of just how close they were, of the warmth radiating off of Jongin. He looked up at Jongin, who gave him a small smile, his cheeks pinked. Standing there, in the shadow of Jongin’s warmth, woke something up in Kyungsoo he hadn’t felt before, not like this.

“I mean, we don’t have to do anything right now, of course. Waiting is fine, it’s good. We’ve got the rest of our liv-” Kyungsoo cut him off with a kiss before the courage left him.

-

Which Jongin was not expecting. The press of Kyungsoo’s soft lips against his, the embarrassed flutter of Kyungsoo’s eyelashes when Kyungsoo pulled away.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Stopped? Yeah,” Jongin said breathlessly. Kyungsoo froze, and Jongin knew he was caught off guard, but a smile worked its way onto Kyungsoo’s face, that beautiful heart Jongin knew he would never tire of seeing. But now that the heat was making its way to his ears, Jongin felt a little bit of nervousness. He willed himself to calm down, to hold the tide of heat and sweat when Kyungsoo tip-toed again to kiss him, but it was no use. He succumbed to Kyungsoo, to the tangle of their hands as they tried to undress each other clumsily, to the giggles when they bumped noses, to the novelty of feeling so vulnerable and so trusted at the same time. Kyungsoo, he could tell, was quite self conscious at first, curling in on himself while Jongin fought with the zipper on his pants. But once Jongin was in his underwear, Kyungsoo seemed to forget his own nakedness and marveled at the muscle and golden skin. Jongin was flushed, loving the glint of desire in Kyungsoo’s eyes, the soft touch of Kyungsoo’s fingertips, the meeting of their lips. He wanted to hurry, to meet the climax head on, but he also wanted to spend all night exploring each dip and curve of Kyungsoo’s body. He wasn’t sure where his shyness went, his shame, but he didn’t care, instead coaxing Kyungsoo onto his lap, kneading the softness of Kyungsoo’s ass. They became a tangle of limbs, pausing every so often to make sure they weren’t tangled beyond salvation. And then Kyungsoo started kissing his way down. Oh. Jongin watched him, entranced by the movement of Kyungsoo’s pink lips trailing down his abs, pausing at the waistband of Jongin’s underwear. Kyungsoo looked up at him, his beautiful eyes wide, and Jongin gave him a small nod. Kyungsoo pulled down Jongin’s underwear, licking his lips nervously. Jongin felt self conscious then, blushing, even when Kyungsoo wrapped his lips around Jongin’s dick, sucking gently. It sent a shiver down Jongin’s spine, sighing when Kyungsoo sucked harder, setting a slow rhythm, though awkwardness made Kyungsoo stutter in his movements. Jongin tangled his fingers in Kyungsoo’s hair, watching Kyungsoo’s lips

“Ah- wait,” Jongin stopped him, pulling him up. They kissed, but Kyungsoo pulled back, a worried look in his eyes. He looked, to Jongin, amazing, with mussed hair and slightly swollen lips.

“Did I-”

“No! That feels really good,” Jongin laughed breathily, caressing Kyungsoo’s cheek. “I just- I want you to feel good, too.” Kyungsoo smiled, his cheeks pinking.

“That would be nice,” he said. Jongin kissed him again.

“So, uh, sixty-nine?” Jongin purred. Kyungsoo choked, hiding in Jongin’s neck, until the coughs and laughs subsided. “Without choking. You were doing so well.” Kyungsoo lightly smacked his arm.

“You’re insufferable,” said Kyungsoo. Jongin beamed, flipping them so that Kyungsoo was underneath. He blew raspberries on Kyungsoo’s neck; Kyungsoo squealed, trying to throw him off, but Jongin was too heavy, so he resigned himself to groaning instead. “That’s gross. I’m all covered in saliva now.”

“That’s not the only thing you’ll be covered in,” Jongin sputtered, finishing just before he dissolved into giggles. Kyungsoo’s ears were bright red. “Okay, I’m done. I promise.” Kyungsoo didn’t seem satisfied, but the incredulity was soon replaced by small gasps. Jongin kissed and nibbled his way down, lapping at Kyungsoo’s dick. He drunk in Kyungsoo’s small moans, scooting around until he was facing the opposite way, pausing his sucking when Kyungsoo wrapped a hand on Jongin’s asscheek, wrapping his lips around Jongin’s dick again.

The room was filled with soft sucking and soft moans, and Jongin kneaded Kyungsoo’s ass gently, almost absentmindedly, until Kyungsoo tried to pull away. He moaned in protest, popping off wetly when Jongin kept sucking.

“Jongin, I’m-” he groaned, “I’m close-” Jongin sucked harder, but the hot spurt of cum still caught him by surprise. Kyungsoo thrusted shallowly, his breath stuttering on Jongin’s dick. Some of the cum dribbled onto Jongin’s bottom lip. His pink tongue darted out to clean it up, and Kyungsoo, seeing him, blushed. For a moment their eyes met, and Kyungsoo, rosy cheeked and still reeling in post-orgasmic bliss, smiled at him, before wrapping his fingers around Jongin’s dick to jerk him off. It was a horrible and wonderful thing, Jongin decided, to watch his cum spurt all over Kyungsoo’s fingers; some of it even landed on Kyungsoo’s lips (and Jongin nearly nutted again at the doe-eyed surprise, the softly parted and slightly swollen lips). He crawled up to meet Kyungsoo in a kiss, lapping at the cum on Kyungsoo’s lips. Kyungsoo whimpered then, swallowing hard.

“You, uh, you still have cum on- there,” Kyungsoo pointed at the corner of Jongin’s mouth, blushing when Jongin’s tongue snaked out to lick it clean. “Oh.” Kyungsoo put his hand on Jongin’s chest, eyes widening in horror when he realized he’d smeared cum on him. “Sorry!” Jongin reached out for Kyungsoo’s hand, tongue at the ready, but Kyungsoo rolled away, giggling, and nearly fell off the bed.

“Aw, I could’ve cleaned that,” Jongin whined.

“That’s enough cum!” Kyungsoo squeaked. There was a pinkness in his cheeks that Jongin knew was from the cum licking; the amused yet slightly scandalized twinkle in Kyungsoo’s eye was strangely endearing. Jongin’s response, naturally, was a pout, but Kyungsoo slid off the bed anyway, and headed toward the bathroom.