Night Kiss

by E. T. Malinowski

  “Don’t you mean an even bigger mess of me—or rather, us?”

  “Point taken. Now, shut it.”

  Ki-tae smiled and tucked his hands behind his head. Jin-woo bit his lip, letting it slowly slip from between his teeth, and Ki-tae’s cock jerked. He knew exactly what that did to Ki-tae, and he was taking advantage of it. Ki-tae was inclined to let him.

  With nimble fingers, Jin-woo made quick work of removing his hoodie. Ki-tae lifted long enough to let it be pulled over his head and tossed to the floor. Then he resumed his position. He watched Jin-woo’s eyes rove over his chest before he placed his hands on Ki-tae’s stomach, making the muscles jerk. Jin-woo gave him that smile, and Ki-tae knew he was going to enjoy everything Jin-woo did to him.

  Jin-woo traced the ridges of Ki-tae’s abdomen lightly, running his fingers over each curve and concavity as he moved upward. He traced the lines of Ki-tae’s pectoral muscles, his thumbs barely caressing the tips of his nipples. Ki-tae hissed at the little shocks of pleasure. Along the outside of his chest muscles to his biceps, Jin-woo continued up his forearms until he wrapped his fingers around Ki-tae’s wrists. He brushed his thumbs back and forth across the tender, sensitive skin there. Little shivers of pleasure raced along his arms and down to his groin, making his skin tingle. Ki-tae let out a low growl.

  “How long do you think you can hold still?” Jin-woo whispered as he shifted and pressed their hips flush together. “How long can you keep from grabbing me and fucking me senseless?”

  Ki-tae held Jin-woo’s gaze as he leaned down to lick the outer edge of his ear. Ki-tae shifted restlessly, his hands twitching.

  “I’m going to find out,” Jin-woo promised.

  Ki-tae turned his head, giving Jin-woo better access, and he worked sharp little teeth down along the furl to Ki-tae’s earlobe. He gave it a gentle tug before moving along the line of Ki-tae’s throat. The feel of his breath against his skin was making Ki-tae hypersensitive. The brush of Jin-woo’s shirt against his bare flesh, the shifting of Jin-woo’s weight, a heavy press on his groin, made Ki-tae’s cock ache. As much as he wanted to grab Jin-woo, Ki-tae resisted. He wanted Jin-woo to make a mess of him, wanted it badly.

  He wasn’t expecting the nip to his neck, and Ki-tae bucked with a cry as pleasure shot through him. It was almost as intense as when Jin-woo licked his fangs. He was instantly hard and leaking in his pants. Ki-tae panted for breath, trying to regain control, but Jin-woo wasn’t having it. He kept up the sharp nips as he pressed their bodies together from shoulder to hip. He rolled his lean body along the entire length of Ki-tae’s, and Ki-tae growled, turning his head, forcing Jin-woo’s head up so he could catch his lips in a fierce kiss. After only a few minutes, Jin-woo pulled back, smiling.

  “Uh-uh, it’s my turn, remember?” he teased.

  Ki-tae couldn’t have looked away. He held Jin-woo’s gaze as he brushed his lips along Ki-tae’s chest, zigzagging down his sternum until he slid them to Ki-tae’s right nipple. Delicate kitten licks followed, flicking his dexterous tongue at the tip and swirling around it before Jin-woo latched on and worried it with his teeth. Ki-tae cried out, arching his back. Jin-woo slipped his hands down to Ki-tae’s forearms, but still Ki-tae didn’t grab him. He was hanging on to his control by a thread, but he was still hanging on to it. His fangs extended when Jin-woo licked his way across his chest to his other nipple. A loud hiss followed as Jin-woo subjected the small nub to the same treatment, much to Ki-tae’s delight. Jin-woo’s whimper vibrated against his skin.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Ki-tae purred, his voice low and husky. “You like knowing how hard you make me.”

  He gave a few thrusts of his hips, felt the full-body shiver that shook Jin-woo.

  “You’re trying to get me to give up control,” Jin-woo said after releasing Ki-tae’s nipple. He looked up and grinned. “It’s not going to work. I want this. I want to give you pleasure the way you’re always giving me pleasure.”

  “Every sound you make, every little tremor that wracks your body, gives me pleasure, Jin-woo,” Ki-tae whispered. “I love how responsive you are to me. I love the way your eyes dilate the minute I smirk at you or bite my lip. I love how the scent of your arousal fills the air when I walk into the room and how you cry out when I slide inside you.”

  Ki-tae gasped when Jin-woo gave his belly a sharp nip. “Shush.”

  “What? You don’t want to hear how good you’re making me feel? You don’t want to know how hard my cock is right now? I have a wet spot on my jeans.”

  “I want more,” Jin-woo said as he flicked open the snap to Ki-tae’s jeans. He slowly drew down the zipper. Ki-tae chuckled at his delighted smile when Jin-woo realized there was only Ki-tae beneath the denim. He tapped Ki-tae’s hip, and Ki-tae lifted. Jin-woo pulled his jeans down. He gave an adorable little pout when he had to move to get them the rest of the way off. Now Ki-tae was displayed before him like a buffet. “Beautiful.”

  Ki-tae watched as Jin-woo ran his eyes from top to bottom, lingering on his eyes, his abs, and his groin. Jin-woo smiled as he slowly wrapped his fingers around Ki-tae’s cock. Ki-tae slammed his head back into the pillows, his fingers clenched as he fought with himself. The strokes were long and firm, tight enough to make Ki-tae feel it, but not to hurt. The more Jin-woo stroked, the slicker and smoother the glide of Ki-tae’s cock in his hand got, and the more Ki-tae snarled and growled and groaned. He had never professed to be a quiet lover, and he wasn’t about to start. He let Jin-woo know exactly how much pleasure he was getting out of that single touch, how much he wanted more of it, more of Jin-woo. Yet he kept his hands behind his head. His fingers were clenched tight in his hair, but he wasn’t reaching for Jin-woo, so this was good, as far as Ki-tae was concerned.

  “Close your eyes,” Jin-woo commanded softly.

  “Why? I want to watch you,” Ki-tae said as he shifted restlessly, trails of precum glistening on not only his cockhead and abdomen, but Jin-woo’s hand.

  “I want you to just feel,” Jin-woo said. “Close your eyes… for me, Ki-tae?”

  On a sigh, Ki-tae closed his eyes. Everything sharpened, particularly the smell of Jin-woo’s arousal. Ki-tae would bet his car the wet spot on his jeans was getting bigger too. He just wished Jin-woo would take the damn things off. He wanted to be skin to skin. Hell, he always wanted to be skin to skin with Jin-woo.

  The rasp of those same jeans against his thighs sent goose bumps over his legs. The edges of Jin-woo’s shirt teased low on his hips. Then it was gone, and Ki-tae fought to keep his eyes closed. Had it been anyone else, he would have said fuck it, but this was Jin-woo, and he wanted to make Jin-woo happy.

  He heard the rustling of fabric and something thumping against the floor. It sounded like… shoes? Ki-tae smiled. Apparently Jin-woo had decided to remedy his decidedly overdressed state.

  When he felt the brush of smooth warmth, Ki-tae moaned in bliss. That was what was missing, the feel of Jin-woo’s silky skin against his. He loved how soft it felt, with firm muscle underneath, how he was so warm. Jin-woo shifted above him, and Ki-tae got the impression he was reaching for something by the head of the bed. He heard a drawer slide open and then closed. Something small made a soft thump against the mattress. Ki-tae smiled. If he wasn’t mistaken, that lovely little sound was a bottle of lube. Then Jin-woo wrapped long fingers around his shaft, and Ki-tae gave up thinking. He thrust as much as he was able, trying to get more stimulation. The sudden feel of cool slick made him gasp and his hips jerk. Jin-woo’s chuckle danced along his nerve endings.

  “You purr like a kitten,” Jin-woo said just before Ki-tae heard the telltale click of a cap. “I love knowing I made you make those sounds.”

  “I’m not inclined to be quiet, and neither are you,” Ki-tae chuckled huskily. “That’s one of my favorite things about being with you: I know exactly when I’ve hit the right spot. Your body bows and your eyes roll back in your head. You claw at my shoulders or back and cry out so beautifully. I love the
sounds you make when I’m pleasuring you.”

  As much as words were just a tool of their lovemaking, they weren’t needed once Jin-woo wrapped his slick fingers around Ki-tae’s cock once more. Ki-tae could feel how slippery and ready to be inside Jin-woo he was. He bucked in short thrusts, reveling in Jin-woo’s touch. Then he felt Jin-woo rise to his knees. The anticipation was killing him with the need to touch. The sensation of his cock at the hot entrance to Jin-woo’s body, hovering there as if waiting for some sign to continue, made him hiss again, and he struggled to not top from the bottom, but the way Jin-woo was thrusting his tongue into his mouth aggressively and stroking his fangs was a shock, and Ki-tae simply reacted.

  His hands shot to Jin-woo’s hips, and he thrust up hard, pushing into his passage until their groins slapped together. Jin-woo arched his back on a loud cry, raking his nails along Ki-tae’s forearms. Thick ropes of seed spattered across Ki-tae’s bare chest. He opened his eyes and kept moving, lifting, and then pulling Jin-woo down onto his cock, watching the tremors shake his body and listening to the cries echoing through the room. He functioned on pure instinct, unerringly hitting Jin-woo’s prostate, keeping him flying. Jin-woo clenched around him, pulling his orgasm from him within seconds of Jin-woo’s explosion. He drew Jin-woo’s hips down one more time and held him there as he filled his passage.

  Jin-woo collapsed against his chest, and Ki-tae’s strokes stuttered until they stopped. Neither one of them moved, still joined and not inclined to change the fact. Hot breath puffed across Ki-tae’s chest. He stroked Jin-woo’s back, little aftershocks making his muscles twitch. Ki-tae was officially a mess, and he couldn’t be happier.

  “We should get cleaned up,” Jin-woo mumbled against his chest.

  “Do you want to move? Because I know I don’t.” Ki-tae chuckled. “I don’t think my legs are going to support me anytime soon.”

  “Mine either.” Jin-woo giggled and then slapped a hand over his mouth. Ki-tae gently pulled it away.

  “I like your giggles,” he said softly.

  “You don’t think they’re girly?”

  “No, they’re adorable, and I love them because it means you’re happy… or at the very least thoroughly fucked and sated,” Ki-tae teased. “You giggle just before you fall asleep after we make love.”

  “I do not!” Jin-woo said in shock, sitting up.

  “Yes, you do. It’s the sweetest, most adorable sound I’ve ever heard and don’t you dare try to change it,” Ki-tae said.

  Jin-woo grumbled and then settled back on Ki-tae’s chest. Ki-tae reached out and pulled the comforter off the other half of the bed to wrap them in. He supposed he should get up to turn off the lights, but he wasn’t inclined to let Jin-woo go or get out of the bed, so he left it. One night with the light on wasn’t a big deal.

  Jin-woo

  JIN-WOO SLOWLY opened his eyes. He stared across the expanse of Ki-tae’s chest, watching it rise and fall for a few moments. Then his eyes registered the clock on the nightstand. Eight o’clock in the morning.

  He smiled and let his eyes close, only to snap them open again. Eight o’clock? Shit, they were late. He sat up and gently placed his hand on Ki-tae’s shoulder. He might be special, but he didn’t want to find out what might happen if he startled Ki-tae awake. Despite what Ki-tae thought, he was aware of how dangerous he and the others could be.

  “Ki-tae?” he said softly as he shook Ki-tae’s shoulder. “Ki-tae, it’s time to wake up. We have to go into the office, and I’m pretty sure you have a full schedule today.”

  “Meh,” Ki-tae mumbled before turning toward Jin-woo and curling around him.

  “I don’t want to be the one to tell Soon-joon-nim you missed a commitment, do you?” Jin-woo said with a huff. And he thought he was terrible in the mornings. Ki-tae was the epitome of “not a morning person.”

  “Why do they have to schedule these things so damn early in the morning?” Ki-tae grumbled as he sat up. Jin-woo smiled at him and then kissed his cheek.

  “It’s eight o’clock already,” Jin-woo pointed out. “And you’ve made me late again.”

  “I’m not the one who was in charge last night,” Ki-tae purred, nuzzling his neck as he pushed Jin-woo back onto the mattress, coming to rest on top of him. “That was all you.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “Never.” Ki-tae nipped his neck, sending pleasure zinging to his cock, and then hopped off the bed. When Jin-woo pouted at him, Ki-tae chuckled.

  Jin-woo smiled, watching Ki-tae disappear around the corner and into the bathroom. He climbed out of the bed and pulled on his sleep pants. They actually weren’t that late. He was just used to having to leave by seven to make it to school in time for class, but they took Ki-tae’s car yesterday, so it shouldn’t take that long to get there. Jin-woo paused at the bathroom door and knocked.

  “I’m going to make breakfast,” he said.

  “Coffee?” Ki-tae called over the sound of the shower.

  “Of course.” Jin-woo laughed. He already knew better than to forget the coffee. Ki-tae was a bit of a grump without it. Then again, Jin-woo wasn’t one to talk. He was downright antisocial before his first infusion of caffeine.

  Jin-woo pulled open his refrigerator and stared at the contents, which weren’t much. He had some eggs and cheese… and that was about it. There was some milk as well. He didn’t want to hazard what was in the various containers and how old it was. He really should have cleaned out his refrigerator before this. Jin-woo sighed. He’d wanted to make Ki-tae breakfast, but that wasn’t going to happen this morning. He’d have to plan better for another time. Of course, there was always the possibility the fucking bastard had tampered with his food while he was tearing up Jin-woo’s sketchbooks and cleaning his house. He’d have to throw everything out just in case and then go grocery shopping. He still had their dinner date to look forward to, and he was positive that would also turn into breakfast the next morning. Jin-woo grinned as he set about making the coffee. He usually grabbed a cup from the coffee shop on the corner, but today he had the time to make it himself and had a fresh canister of coffee and a still-sealed container of creamer.

  Ten minutes later he heard Ki-tae pad down the stairs and turned, coffee mugs in hand. He nearly dropped them. Ki-tae stood at the base of his stairs, shirtless, barefoot, with his jeans not fully done up and his thumbs in the front belt loops, pulling the waistband down just enough to show off the delectable line of his Adonis belt. His hair was still wet from the shower and tousled, as if he’d just run his fingers through it. Jin-woo swallowed—hard.

  “You do this on purpose,” Jin-woo muttered as he tried to compose himself.

  “I smelled coffee,” Ki-tae said with a smirk. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

  “And you couldn’t wait until you were fully dressed before coming down to get some?” Jin-woo sighed as he handed Ki-tae his coffee mug. “Almost made me drop them. We’re going to have to grab breakfast on the way. I don’t really have anything here.”

  “That’s all right,” Ki-tae said as he sipped his coffee. “I don’t really eat anything heavier than coffee unless I have dance practice or a show. Well, unless HanYin decides I’m not eating enough, then he shoves food in my hands as soon as I walk through the door.”

  “He’s taking care of you.” Jin-woo smiled.

  “He’s like a mother hen sometimes, but I can’t really complain. His food is amazing. I think if he didn’t love music so much, he would be a chef somewhere or own his own restaurant,” Ki-tae said.

  “What do you guys do as hobbies? I mean, how do you relax?” Jin-woo asked as he sat down on his couch. “HanYin hyung cooks, I draw, Min-su-ya runs, and Jong-in-a…. I don’t think Jong-in-a knows how to relax, or he doesn’t give himself time to do it. I wish he did. I wish he’d talk to me.”

  “It’s hard,” Ki-tae said softly. “Of the two, HanYin is the easiest to get to talk. All I have to do is catch him in midbaking spree, and I can us
ually get the whole story out of him. Cheongul is a different story. He’s the oldest of us, and I think he has the same mentality as Jong-in dongsaeng. He doesn’t want to burden us with his problems. He’ll disappear for a few days at a time. The thing of it is, when he’s not happy, we’re not happy. We want to help, but sometimes we have to force him to let us. The only person worse than him is Abeoji. We can’t get him to talk for love nor money. I think the only person he confides in is Hyun-jo-nim. They’ve been together for a long time. I never realized it until you asked about him last night.”

  “So what does Cheongul hyung do to relax?”

  “That really depends. Cheongul doesn’t like to hold still,” Ki-tae said, taking another sip of coffee. “When he’s working on a beat, he’ll make a playlist of songs in the style he wants—rap, R&B, rock—and then he’ll go down to the gym and work out. He swims… a lot. I think the only thing he does that requires very little movement is photography. That print just inside the living room at my place? That’s one of his.”

  “The lotus?”

  “Yeah. He took that while we were on tour in Japan,” Ki-tae said. “We had half a day off and went wandering around Tokyo. We went to Shinobazu Pond. It was amazing, and Cheongul filled up two or three memory cards with pictures. He has a couple of different cameras he uses. Whenever he gets a new phone, he must have the one with the best camera. I think he still has boxes of photographs from film cameras. When they came out with digital cameras, he was immediately in love.”

  “It’s good to have something you love, and if you have more than one hobby like that, even better,” Jin-woo said before he emptied the last of his coffee and went to rinse his mug. “You still haven’t told me what you do to relax.”

  “I make music,” Ki-tae said. “It’s all I do.”