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Jae-eun ([personal profile] beklemmt) wrote2020-12-25 05:42 am

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For all that J has always had to be the one to urge S to be pragmatic and serious, he's the one who's driven entirely by his feelings and desires, by a mind he knows is warped and wrong without knowing all of why or how. It's hard to want things so badly and not to be able to trust that, or to trust the wrong thing, the wrong need. Finding a middle ground feels all but impossible sometimes, and he ends up pulled back and forth by a constantly contorting sense of logic — ruled by reason without knowing if it's actually madness, ruled by his heart while ignoring the things he loves.

Right now, in this moment, he feels sure of what he wants. There are doubts, there are fears, there's always a shadow cast over every damn thing he does, but he's sure of this much, at least. If he can't be steady, if he can't be fully certain of his own self, he can be sure of S. While that scares him a little, feeling himself trying to lean for support on the same person he tried to push away, the same person he tried to kill, it also feels like one of the more sensible things he's done in a long time. Judging by his willingness to take J back, S isn't all that much saner than he is, but he's a hell of a lot more trustworthy.

And he's sweet, and he's loving, and every brush of his lips, every place his body presses into J's, rings out with that. And maybe J isn't ready for this, because he's been through a lot today and he's worn out and emotional, and just being kissed like he's the most precious person ever to exist almost makes him feel like he might cry again. He knows he doesn't deserve this. It isn't the first time he's rushed blindly, though, into things he knows he shouldn't do or have.

"We," he breathes out, "we should —" He doesn't know. He isn't sure. He means to stop kissing S for a moment, but ends up kissing him elsewhere instead, lips trailing along his jaw, his cheek. "I don't know." Stop, his brain supplies, and slow down. Be careful. Instead he lifts his head again for another kiss.
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-04 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
With J's mouth around him, S can feel that moan as much as he hears it, and that prompts another from him in turn, a little fuller than before. It's good, so good, and even if there's some imprecision, it hardly matters for the very fact of it. Like so much else, it's old and new again, anyway, something that he remembers, that they've done plenty of times before, but that he couldn't have conjured up the feeling of even if he tried, and that they now get to relearn together. It feels, he thinks absently, like sitting at the piano to play an old favorite song, the precise notes no longer committed to memory but the melody impossible to forget. He expects the same will be true in a few minutes when they switch positions; he has, he realizes, gone even longer without doing this than J has, making him wonder again if he should say that, that there was never anyone else.

Right now, though, he can't think clearly enough for that, can't hold onto that thought for very long. He's far too focused on this and how good it feels, how deep J takes him, how good he looks like this when S glances down at him. Resisting the temptation to touch him more is difficult, but there's only so much he could do from this vantage point anyway, so he keeps his hand lightly in J's hair, a gentle anchor. "You feel incredible," he says, soft and ragged and encouraging. "So good for me, so good to me."
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-04 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't like it's new at all, and yet it strikes S as odd in an amusing sort of way all the same, to be so deeply, utterly fond in the middle of something like this. He is, though, affection as much as lust making his chest tighten as he looks down at J in the moment he draws back. For an instant, in that pause, he almost tells J that it's okay if he doesn't want to keep going — but he can't find his voice yet in that time, and then J is leaning back in again, and S thinks, he hopes, that there wouldn't be any sense of obligation to it, that he'd stop if he wanted or needed to. With his quicker pace, it at least very much doesn't seem like he does.

S groans for it, his shoulders and head leaning back against the wall, his free hand coming up to rest over J's where it sits against his hip. He's stunning, and there's no way this is going to last terribly long, but S has every intention of savoring it while he can. "Love you," he chokes out, breathless and largely at a loss for words, but able and wanting to tell him that much. Saying it, he's finding, is just about as addictive as hearing it, and both of them more so than he would ever have expected them to be, even in the heady rush of first letting their relationship become something more than friends and then adding sex to it. Now that he can say it, now that he has this impossible chance to do so, he means to make the most of it. "So much."
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-04 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Getting lost in him has always been easy. Somehow, though, inexplicably, S thinks that might be even more the case. With everything that's happened today and everything he still can't get out of the back of his head, he ought to be more distracted, but even when other thoughts occur to him again, they get drowned out by this, the hazy warmth of want, the familiar, steadily building pressure. The latter, he tries not to focus too much on. He doesn't want J to have to stay on his knees longer than is comfortable, but he doesn't want this to be over too soon, either. It feels far too good for that, and anyway, J said he'd been thinking about this since earlier today, so it seems unlikely that he's in too much of a rush. As eager as S is to reciprocate — a whine rises up in his throat at the thought of that — he isn't so much so that he'd want to see this over too quickly.

Without pulling back from J at all, S leans a little more heavily against the wall behind him. He was a little unsteady even before they got in the shower; he's even more so now, nearly overwhelmed by how good J feels, his breathing shaky and eyes half-shut. "Doing so good," he says again, absent praise, mostly just for the sake of saying something, though he sounds more strained than before, and it isn't as if he's otherwise quiet, not bothering to hold back any gasps or moans or whimpers, suspecting that J will want to hear them. "Love how your mouth feels, fuck —"
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-04 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Every sound J makes just gets further under his skin, brings S that much closer to unraveling entirely. It's such a small thing, and yet one he wouldn't have thought of at all, even when he did try to remember this. Now he doesn't know how he could ever have forgotten when it's so deeply satisfying in its own right. So is glancing down to see J touch himself, the sight of it, the idea of J being further aroused just by doing this, drawing another low moan from S. He did this, he thinks again; he's the person J wanted to do this for, and still the only one, as far as S knows, which is a remarkably appealing thought. It isn't as if he would have wanted J to be lonely in those months they were apart. Selfishly, he just likes thinking that they're still only each other's, and back now where they belong.

He tries to hold off as long as he can, to make this last. Finally, though, he knows he won't be able to do so much longer, and only somewhat swallows back a whine, biting down hard on his lower lip, as J takes him deeper still. "Getting close," he says, his voice hoarse, slightly apologetic but mostly a warning in case J wants to pull back before he comes. Just a little bit, too, it's a way of saying that he doesn't mind if that's the case. Having had this is more than good enough, incredible, dizzying; he isn't about to get particular about where he comes, especially when they're already in the shower anyway.
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-05 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
So close already, S knows there's no way he'll last when J starts moving faster. It's good, too, seeming like a tacit acknowledgment of what he's said, ensuring that he doesn't need to try to hold off any longer, not that he would have been very successful at it, J's mouth warm and so good around him. While he has just enough presence of mind to do so, S drops his hand from J's hair, not wanting to risk grabbing hold or pushing him too much. Even hazy and so close to the edge, he's dimly aware of how fragile this is; he doesn't want to hurt it, or J, because he got too far out of his head with desire.

As he'd warned, it doesn't take much longer, just moments. He gasps in a breath, chest tight and aching, and lets out a sharp groan as he comes, his hand instinctively flying out from his side to press against the wall in a halfhearted bid to help keep him steady. Even before they got in the shower, he was a little shaky on his feet; he's definitely more so now, as grateful as he can be while half out of his head for J's steady hand against his hip. "Fuck," he chokes out, a breathless whimper, his head tipped back again, though it doesn't provide much in the way of support. "Oh, fuck."
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-05 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
Struggling to catch his breath, and a little bit to stay on his feet at all, it takes S a moment to be able to say anything more. At least, though, he feels a little freer to touch J again, his hand resting against J's jaw again, thumb brushing absently over his cheek. S keeps thinking about it, how beautiful he is — always, regardless of circumstance, but especially in moments like this, quiet and content and peaceful. Their current state of undress, J being on his knees and still hard, doesn't hurt in that regard, but it isn't just that, either. It's only that, for just a little while, nothing else has to matter, the world narrowed down to just the two of them, the way it so often felt in the time after their friendship first became something more, long before he knew what would become of the two of them.

That thought isn't one that belongs here yet. There's only so long he can keep it at bay, he knows, but the fact of that is all the more reason why S is determined to do so while he can. Everything feels too good for now. As dramatic as he knows it would sound, something that's generally been more J's domain than his, S thinks that he'd never expected to ever feel as good as he has this past little while again. He isn't in any hurry to move on from that yet.

He isn't in any hurry to move at all, despite his awareness that he'd wanted, and still wants, to return the favor. Switching positions seems like a lot of work for the moment, though, and he's still working on breathing steadily again. "Love you," he says when he feels like he can speak at all. "You good?"
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-05 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Once J is on his feet, S shifts instinctively, arms wrapping around him in turn, one at J's waist, the other higher, fingers slipping into his hair again when his head drops to S's shoulder. Even just this feels good — kind of incredible, actually, for how naturally it comes, the easy affection a welcome counterpoint to the bursts of lust. He doesn't want to keep J waiting for too long, aware, still, of his promise to reciprocate, and all the more so now that they're standing close like this, but he gives himself a moment to keep catching his breath, to feel J warm and safe and whole against him, ducking his head to brush a kiss against J's temple.

"I'm good," he says, his voice still soft and a little shaky. He still feels slightly unsteady, actually, and becoming increasingly aware that this is the most exertion he's had in a very long time, the rapid beat of his heart serving as a reminder of that, but he doesn't feel like he's overdone it quite yet. It's for the best, too, when the last thing he wants is to have to bring that up at a time like this. Later, maybe, when they can ease into it, when everything hasn't been so emotional and intense, but not yet.

He exhales a quiet, unsteady laugh of his own instead, smiling against J's hair. "I don't know how I'm even still standing, but I'm good." S almost says it then — that this is the best he's felt in longer than he can remember — but he isn't sure if he's done so yet or not, and he can't quite find the right words for it. Right now, he doubts any could do this feeling justice, anyway.
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-05 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a little strange, really, how he can feel so good while also being so exhausted and sore. Lately, those things haven't gone hand in hand for him at all. Granted, he also hasn't felt good very often lately in the first place, never mind like this, but it's an odd and welcome change of pace to be worn out from what they've been doing and not just because his body couldn't handle much physical activity yet. His hips and thighs still ache, and he's sure he'll have a smattering of bruises later from how tightly J was holding onto him when he was in bed; his knees feel a little weak from supporting himself in spite of that, though the wall behind him helps, and holding onto J does, too. All of it is so good, though, that it's impossible to mind. It just makes this feel all the more real.

As much as he appreciates the offer, then, he has every intention of following through on what he said before. "There's no rush," he says, his fingers still threaded into J's hair. "I'm okay." Besides wanting to get J off, he still needs to finish washing up anyway, and a few minutes more won't make a huge amount of difference. Briefly, his expression turns just the slightest bit sly, suggestive. "And if I'm on my knees, then I'm off my feet, anyway."

First, though, he wants to kiss J, so he does, leaning forward to let their lips meet again. It's always a little strange, being able to taste himself on J's mouth, but it isn't nearly enough to make him hold back now. Clearly teasing, then, he adds, "Definitely don't think it's for any lack of trying on your part."
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-05 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite having no interest in taking it, it's still nice, S thinks, that J offers him a more explicit out. If he had changed his mind, or if he really didn't think he could keep going, he would say so — wouldn't push the matter, would probably just reach between them now and finish J off that way — but still, especially while they're just feeling their way back into this, no matter how naturally it comes, he appreciates it. With a quick shake of his head, he then leans in to kiss J once more, soft and brief and mostly just pleased. Everything is a little hazy still, and this is so surreal, despite also being so viscerally real, and it's a feeling worth chasing and holding onto. As tired as he is, that's all the more reason to keep going. He suspects that, by the time they're done and dried off and in clean clothes, he'll have no energy left whatsoever, but he can't think of anything better on which to expend it all.

"I know," he says, drawing back just enough to hold J's gaze when he nods. "I want to." He's wanted to since before they got in the shower in the first place. Granted, he didn't know then that J would want to get him off first, but even so, he isn't about to give up on that idea. His only real concern is that, with J so worked up already, he might not be able to make it last very long, but even that doesn't really matter. They have time. He can always give this another try tomorrow. That might actually be the best thing about all of this — that despite the desperation of their reunion, they'll have time together to do anything they don't get to today, even as he knows they're going to have a lot else to contend with, too.

Giving J a gentle nudge, trying to encourage him to turn with him so they can switch places and leave J with the wall behind him, S smiles. "Come on," he says, making a point of keeping it apparent that he's teasing. "Before I do get too tired to keep going."
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-06 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Careful as they shift, not wanting to overestimate his own stability, S smiles in turn, leaning in for yet another kiss when J's hand rests against his cheek. Little touches like that mean as much as any of the rest of it, as much as being able to see and feel how hard J is and know that it's for wanting him, almost as much as how steadying it is to consider that they'll have time ahead of them now. He still doesn't know how much, and he isn't just going to pretend that everything will suddenly be fine, but still, it's something. It's everything, the world still shrunk down to just the two of them, J's skin damp and sweet under his mouth as S ducks his head to kiss down J's neck to his collarbone.

"I'm sure," he murmurs, muffled but certain, continuing what he's doing for a moment before finally, carefully, he sinks to his knees. His hips and thighs protest the movement a little, but he tunes it out easily enough, pressing his lips to the jut of one hipbone, gently but insistently sucking a mark onto it, pointedly avoiding J's dick for the moment. He doesn't really think he'll be able to drag this out too long, but even so, he wants to make it good, not rushed and perfunctory, wants them both to enjoy it.

It's with that in mind that he finally takes a breath and says what he's been just barely holding back for a while now. "I haven't..." he says, softer now, but trying not to be too self-conscious about it, nosing at the inside of one of J's thighs, pressing absent kisses between words. "Done this. In a while. Since you."
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-06 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Although S might have guessed as much, if he had to do so one way or the other, it's still good, gratifying, relieving to hear. It isn't as if he could have faulted J for being with someone else while they weren't together, for trying to move on, however unlikely the prospect might have seemed, if only in light of everything that's been said today. Still, no matter how sad it might be, how pointless, really, the two of them both alone when they could just have been together instead, he's selfishly glad that it wasn't just him still hung up on what they had before, unable or at least unwilling to look for another partner, even just as someone to go to bed with. This isn't exactly picking up where they left off, it can't be, with everything that's happened, but at least in this particular regard, it is. It's hard not to be appreciative of that.

Maybe one day, there would have been someone else. S knows he can't rule it out entirely, that he can't swear he would have been alone for the rest of his life, not knowing how long that might have been, but he feels certain that it would never have been like this. No one else could ever have made him feel the way he does for J. He wouldn't have wanted anyone to, his heart still so loyal even with J gone, the bond he feels as permanent as the scars on his chest. He's just J's, indelibly, always has been, for better or for fucking worse.

A part of him is tempted to say all of that, too, but S doesn't. Now, on his knees in front of J and determined to make good on his earlier offer, doesn't seem like the time. He can't quite bring himself to do anything but lean into J's touch, anyway, hungry for that gentle affection, leaning back just enough to look up at him. "Just you," he echoes. It's like he said earlier: for him, it's always been J, from the moment they met, before he knew what that meant or would come to mean.

He holds J's gaze for a moment, long enough to make his sincerity clear, and then finally, he leans back in. First, he presses a few more soft kisses to J's thighs, but this time, he inches closer, until he drags his tongue slowly along J's length, taking him in hand as he wraps his lips around the head of J's dick.
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-06 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Hearing that, S wants to agree. It's always been J; he's always been J's, and even now, maybe, counterintuitively, even especially now, he wouldn't want it any other way. He would have to pull away to say so, though, and he would much rather continue what he's doing, gradually taking J deeper, lips and tongue slowly starting to work. Out of practice as he might be, there was a time when he wasn't, and this is familiar, too. As much as he wishes they'd never separated, there's a sort of thrill in learning each other's bodies again, in remembering sounds and tastes and different cues, and one in having confirmation that they're still the only people who've gotten to know each other like this. No one else has been where he is; he wouldn't have wanted to be here for anyone else.

This, though, he wants, humming approvingly in lieu of a response to what J says, and a little bit, too, to the hands in his shirt and hair, glad to be touched while he does this. Focused as he is, wanting to make it as good as he can, any awareness of the ache in his hips and legs starts to fade. It's worth it to get to do this again — an odd thing to savor, perhaps, but he enjoys it all the same, the visceral awareness of the effect he can have on J, the mutual vulnerability in it, the taste and feel of J heavy on his tongue.

Still not wanting to hurry this, not wanting to make it end too quickly, he sets a pace that's steady but not yet too fast, his attention more on depth and what he can work up to than speed.
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[personal profile] hismelody 2021-01-06 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't even the first time today that J has called him that, but still, the endearment draws a soft little whimper from S in turn, muffled as he tries to take J deeper still. He isn't sure, really, why it gets under his skin as much as it does — not even, this time, in an arousing way, just an emotional one. There was a time when calling each other pet names like that was common, nothing he would have needed to think twice about, either in using one or hearing one. So much has happened since then, though; so much has changed, except in the ways it hasn't, except in how right this still feels and how utterly he belongs to the man in front of him. He wants the same to be true in turn, thinks it might be, wants that always he said a moment ago to remain true. Doing this isn't any way to keep J here, either with him or in this city, alive, in the first place, but it can't hurt. He likes it, anyway, getting to be the one who does this, who makes J sound like that, who knows what he tastes like.

His hand curling around J's hip, a vague attempt at keeping them both steady, S increases his pace just slightly, cheeks hollowing, intent, though still not rushed. When he knows this can only last so long in the first place, he has no interest in hurrying it along even more. With as long as it's been since they were together like this, he would much rather make it worth the wait.

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