I had to go get a snack sorry to leave you hanging anon!
kai's grinning like he knows and suho twists his hands around each other in the hopes that'll help him calm down, like the look kris is giving him, careful and studied and burning with that promise of something more, like that look isn't as bad as a physical touch, scorching along suho's skin and leaving him gasping, even as kris pulls kai up by his hair. its not exactly a kiss, the way kris licks into kai's mouth and kai opens up and goes easy, looking like the only thing keeping him upright is kris' hand still tugging at his hair. suho bites his lip until the pain is almost unbearable and tells himself to keep still and keep silent.
when kris is done, he lets kai go. kai sways in place, blinks his eyes open and keeps them on kris. "knees." kris says, and kai goes, smooth as ever but landing hard enough to sound like it hurts, suho wincing in sympathy. kris traces a hand over the contours of kai's face, familiar under his fingertips. a final pat on the cheek, and kris steps back, walks around behind suho. suho trembles, repeats over and over in his head "don;t turn around don't turn around" because kris hasn't given him permission but there's an ache in his shoulder blades and the only thing worse than being ignored is not knowing what's going to happen next.
what sugo gets next is kris' hands on his hips, the heat of his all along his back and suho can't stop himself from flinching with surprise, but kris must be in a better mood because all he does is laugh, a little bit dark but suho doesn't mind because kai's mouth is back on his dick, short licks around the head, and suho can hear kris' breath come quicker and he relaxes a little bit more. then kai sucks him down, suho's dick not quite bumping against the back of kai's throat because kris slides his hand down around the base of suho's dick, a barrier of flesh that stops kai going any further.
it's quite possibly the hottest thing suho's ever seen and he squeezes his eyes shut so he can hang onto his willpower for a moment longer. kai's mouth is perfect, the edge of his teeth momentarily helping suho back from the brink. kris pulls them all into his rhythm, his hips pushing suho's into kai, and suho can feel him pressed so hard so behind him and he wants to push back but he doesn't quite dare because he's desperate to come, but he can't ask so he just goes along, his breath coming out sharp and whistling through his nose.
relief comes an interminable amount of time longer, suho spending so long on the precipice that it takes him a few more breaths to let himself go when kris says 'come.'
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 09:26 am (UTC)(link)kai's grinning like he knows and suho twists his hands around each other in the hopes that'll help him calm down, like the look kris is giving him, careful and studied and burning with that promise of something more, like that look isn't as bad as a physical touch, scorching along suho's skin and leaving him gasping, even as kris pulls kai up by his hair. its not exactly a kiss, the way kris licks into kai's mouth and kai opens up and goes easy, looking like the only thing keeping him upright is kris' hand still tugging at his hair. suho bites his lip until the pain is almost unbearable and tells himself to keep still and keep silent.
when kris is done, he lets kai go. kai sways in place, blinks his eyes open and keeps them on kris. "knees." kris says, and kai goes, smooth as ever but landing hard enough to sound like it hurts, suho wincing in sympathy. kris traces a hand over the contours of kai's face, familiar under his fingertips. a final pat on the cheek, and kris steps back, walks around behind suho. suho trembles, repeats over and over in his head "don;t turn around don't turn around" because kris hasn't given him permission but there's an ache in his shoulder blades and the only thing worse than being ignored is not knowing what's going to happen next.
what sugo gets next is kris' hands on his hips, the heat of his all along his back and suho can't stop himself from flinching with surprise, but kris must be in a better mood because all he does is laugh, a little bit dark but suho doesn't mind because kai's mouth is back on his dick, short licks around the head, and suho can hear kris' breath come quicker and he relaxes a little bit more. then kai sucks him down, suho's dick not quite bumping against the back of kai's throat because kris slides his hand down around the base of suho's dick, a barrier of flesh that stops kai going any further.
it's quite possibly the hottest thing suho's ever seen and he squeezes his eyes shut so he can hang onto his willpower for a moment longer. kai's mouth is perfect, the edge of his teeth momentarily helping suho back from the brink. kris pulls them all into his rhythm, his hips pushing suho's into kai, and suho can feel him pressed so hard so behind him and he wants to push back but he doesn't quite dare because he's desperate to come, but he can't ask so he just goes along, his breath coming out sharp and whistling through his nose.
relief comes an interminable amount of time longer, suho spending so long on the precipice that it takes him a few more breaths to let himself go when kris says 'come.'
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