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shinee; practice makes perfect.
practice makes perfect.
jonghyun's lacking in ways that only practice can rectify.
→1057 words. Jonghyun/Kibum; nc-17.
jonghyun's lacking in ways that only practice can rectify.
→1057 words. Jonghyun/Kibum; nc-17.
jonghyun was pretty sure that this isn't what the guard master meant by "practice makes perfect." indeed, he's pretty sure that soldiers weren't supposed to be doing this in the weapons shed either, let alone royalty, but expressing his doubts becomes ever so nonsensical when kibum slipped a hand under his tunic and between the strap of his pants. his head is spinning when their lips start finding each others in the half-darkness. his vision blurs out the cobweb-coated ceiling when kibum's tongue finds its way into his mouth and starts doing all sorts of things that he never thought about before. he thinks back to just thirty minutes ago, when they had been training in the practice ring, when kibum was winning (like he is now), how jinki had fallen off the fence when kibum knocked jonghyun flat on his back. he could still remember looking over to see the all too familiar smirk on taemin's face as he watched jinki pop back up to his feet or at how his own gaze ceased it's defeated wandering to stop and stare at the beads of sweat forming on kibum's temple. he had a vision of wiping them away with the soft of his thumb, and catching kibum's dark gaze with his own--of leaning in and kissing those soft looking lips--jonghyun shook his head and launched himself upright before general youngwoon declared him the loser. afterwards, he never expected kibum to help him put away the weapons after they were done with their fight, but now he can see why exactly. "you're so dense," kibum mumbled from somewhere along his neckline. jonghyun just gave a groan in response as kibum's fingers found their prize and gave a quick jerk of greeting. he gasped, his eyes flying open and near shout escaping his lips. kibum pushed him against one of the weapon racks until he nearly fell on top of a spear. "what are we doing?" jonghyun asked as kibum settled his legs on either side of jonghyun's and grabbed his hands and forced them around his waist. "what do you think we're doing?" kibum asked, giving a wry look and licking sweat off his neckline. "you get so sweaty," he nearly growled, and a heat awoke in jonghyun's groin, spreading like wildfire through his body. his grip tightened as his doubts were cast away by one look of kibum's sharp eyes. and then all he could smell was the soap kibum used mingling with the scent of sweat and grime; the feel of his soft dark locks against his hands as he tangled his fingers in them. clothes had never been more annoying than they were now that he was trying to strip kibum while kibum ripped his own clothes off at the same time. soon enough their tunics were on the ground. jonghyun had nearly torn the ties of kibum's, but he didn't seem to mind. then their pants were down to their ankles. jonghyun hissed as kibum touched him, his hands tightening around kibum's biceps as he pumped him harder and harder. it seemed like he was just about to climax, his body slick with sweat, his penis nearly throbbing with want, when kibum tore himself away and leaned against a table full of broken weapons against the opposing wall. jonghyun gaped, his mouth slack and eyes wide while he watched kibum prep himself. with a seedy grin he tugged jonghyun on top of him. "come on, you idiot," kibum's voice came out as a low growl that, if possible, made jonghyun even harder than he was before. straining to hold his erection, he almost fell on top of kibum to get into the right position. "we're really doing this?" he asked, as kibum turned himself around, nails digging into the flat of half a shield. "i started it, didn't i?" kibum groaned, "did you think i'd change my mind?" jonghyun flushed red and gripped kibum's shoulders awkwardly, trying to line himself up. "oh my god, ew, stop." kibum instructed. "hold my hips, i'm not an animal," he fixed jonghyun's hands so that they were gripping the sides of waist. jonghyun could feel the heat rising from kibum's body from his fingertips. his breath came out in a whoosh as he entered kibum for the first time, eyes closing and his head falling back as he pulled himself out. kibum gave a mix between a strangled yell and a moan from the pain, nevertheless pumping himself as jonghyun started to finally get the hang of what he was doing, entering and leaving as carefully as his body would allow. "fuck," kibum cursed, his voice thick with what must have been tears. the sound somehow egged jonghyun harder, and he gave one final, sudden thrust that made kibum cry out as he hit a tender spot. jonghyun came finally, all the tension seeping out of his body as he fell on top of kibum, who came against the table with one final, exhausted moan. somehow they managed to piece their clothes back into presentable shape and leave the shed. jonghyun's eyelids were heavy when they entered the palace finally, his fingers finding kibum's and holding on for dear life. kibum was wincing with each step he took, although he tried not to show it, his grip would tighten on jonghyun's hand after each step. a servant stopped them right before they could enter the sleeping quarters. "young master, we have bathwater drawn for you, you are to bathe after you and master kibum clean out the kitchen pots." jonghyun's mouth dropped open in disbelief, "what, why?" the servant bowed. "it's your lady mothers orders sir, you both came in late from practice and missed dinner so she was worried." jonghyun felt like fainting or worse, but kibum's hand was still warm in his, and he squeezed it tightly. "i can't believe this," jonghyun turned to kibum to apologize, but kibum pressed in close, lips grazing against his ear. "jonghyun-ah, let me sleep in your room tonight," he whispered. when he pulled away there was nothing but suggestion in those shining dark eyes that made jonghyun forget all about his exhaustion. "sure," jonghyun said, tugging a strand of wayward hair out of kibum's eyes. "it wasn't a question," kibum replied, jabbing him in the side with his elbow and starting towards the kitchens. |
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Sorry, not in the best mental state to say anything else.
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YOU!
Now I know why this is awesome.
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This was fucking amazing! ♥
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It kind of reminded me of Frozen Flower, you know that Korean movie where the queen and I think the minister get with it in the library ~ Yeah this reminded of it!
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It's okay to love historical things!
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No problem (:
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actually, don't ever stop writing. at all.
♥
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a-and i really, really like your icon btw♥
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<3
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Thanks for sharing~ Continue writing too, I want more. Brb, plundering your journal...
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I liked what I found
Imma keep being creepy, just for future reference :B
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WHATEVER....
JONGKEYYYYY~~~
/comes back later to comment properly
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/rants about how english classes don't let me write enough
omo this is amazing and i love the historical/ancient feel it has.
i love it.
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thanks seeing as that was what i was going for, that's awesome :)
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Actually I haven't had time to write at all lately. I am hoping tonight, see cause last night I fell asleep rofl.
OMO maybe we can catch each other after i work it won't be til 10ish if you have net rofl
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it doesn't get much better than this, does it?
fucking hot and unique!
more more more!!
er...not to be demanding or anythinggreat job!
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