Prompt #77: Until It's Gone (3/3)
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hundredxoverfestJunmyeon liked it when Kris teased him.
Kris was a playful person. Despite being the boss of three people, Kris was extremely laidback. He viewed the café workers as a team and him as a leader, not him being the boss of everyone else. When the others greeted him with a chorus of ‘good morning, Kris!’ it wasn’t at all uncommon for Kris to reply with a simplistic ‘hey, what’s up’. Unprofessional as it was, Junmyeon found it cute.
Kris had a tendency to space out, losing himself in his daydreams. Junmyeon could always tell when he was mulling over something too hard, because those were the moments where Kris’ eyes glazed over and he began to scowl thoughtfully. It always looked like he was thinking about something very deep and serious, but it never was. Junmyeon had snapped him out of his trances many times and asked Kris what he was thinking about, and it was always the most ridiculous things.
So how do they make baby carrots anyway? Are they just big carrots cut into small carrots? Or are they hybrids? What businessman thought tiny carrots would be a good idea?
So I’ve been thinking about cicadas. How long do you think it was before someone realized that cicadas make noise in the summer? Do you think people thought that trees screamed because they didn’t know about cicadas making all that racket?
You know what would be terrifying? If sharks grew legs and could start walking on land. Everyone would die. Bonus points if they grew arms. Not only could they rip us in half with their teeth, but they could also punch us in the face.
Kris was awfully silly and it was almost endearing.
Junmyeon had only been working in the café for two days, but he did not miss retail in the slightest. He missed Chanyeol and Sehun, but other than that, the memories were unpleasant and already beginning to fade. He thankfully managed to gather Sehun and Chanyeol’s contact information before he had quit, so at least he could still keep in touch.
Kris loved to joke around and tease everyone. It was something Junmyeon had never really noticed until he too became an employee, at last managing to leave the world of retail behind. Kris could always be heard cracking a joke behind the counter or making ridiculous noises from his office as he chugged through tax forms and other paperwork. It wasn’t at all uncommon to see him emerging from his office and to instantly fire off a playful jab at someone, as if he had been holding it in all day and just had to let it out. Junmyeon had become the butt of those little harmless jokes several times so far and he had only been an employee for forty-eight hours.
One jab Kris loved to give him was to call him ‘shorty’.
Junmyeon was standing on his tiptoes, trying to reach the bag of sugar. They were out of snickerdoodles, and Junmyeon was going to make another batch, but he needed sugar. Huffing in frustration, he heaved himself up just a little more, fingers barely grazing the edge of the bag.
“What’s the matter, shorty?” There was a figure suddenly pressed up against him from behind, and Junmyeon instantly froze. He knew that baritone voice, and Junmyeon’s face burned red as he realized that Kris was standing behind him, so close that his body was pressed up against Junmyeon’s own. “Can’t reach?”
He could feel the muscles in Kris’ torso tensing as he reached up and grabbed the bag of sugar for him, handing it over to Junmyeon, before walking away like nothing had even happened. Junmyeon’s face was flushed and his heart was absolutely pounding as he clutched the bag of sugar close.
This crush thing was really inconvenient sometimes, huh?
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Junmyeon was cute. Kris had come to accept that fact weeks ago. The boy had charms, and he didn’t even have to try. All he had to do was tilt his head a certain way or give Kris that shy little smile of his or let his eyes open a little wider like he always did when he was confused to make Kris’ insides start flopping all over the place.
Kris was slowly falling for him, and he loved Junmyeon’s laugh the most.
It had felt like a reward the first time he ever gotten to hear Junmyeon laugh. Kris could remember how miserable Junmyeon had looked when he had initially started coming to the café, bogged down by the troubles in his life. But as they, one by one, went away, Junmyeon’s personality, and the light inside of him, began to peek through the cracks. He slowly began to smile more. He slowly opened up. And Kris adored every bit of it, loving how Junmyeon began to evolve into something more than just some body filled with sadness and worries.
Junmyeon was laughing right then and there, standing behind the counter and washing dishes. Kris beamed instantly in response, his belly feeling warmer, his lucky pen that he used to do taxes tucked behind his ear. Junmyeon was laughing and Kris loved it.
“You’re so funny,” Junmyeon praised, and Kris glowed at that. “How do you come up with this stuff?”
Kris didn’t know, but he did know that he loved to tell jokes around Junmyeon. Junmyeon always laughed at his jokes, and Kris loved Junmyeon’s laugh. It was the perfect combination, and Kris just wanted, more than anything, to tell him how much he loved it.
And better yet, he wanted to tell Junmyeon how much he liked him.
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Going grocery shopping together was always horribly and unnecessarily stressful. Since the two of them were roommates, it was not at all uncommon to see the two of them going to the store together. They would each pick out foods that they wanted and would discuss a few dishes that they could make. Junmyeon always chipped in and helped pay for the groceries, even though Kris told him it wasn’t necessary. But considering Junmyeon was getting to stay with Kris rent-free, he knew he needed to pull his weight somehow.
Even though the two of them got along perfectly overall, grocery shopping was always enough to rip into the peace, because they could never agree on anything.
“Why are you jumping down my throat so much today?” Kris asked sourly as he tossed an assortment of cans into their shopping cart. “If I want to buy something, then I’m going to buy it.”
“It’s the same thing! Just get the cheaper brand,” Junmyeon nagged, standing beside him with his lips pursed together in a judgmental fashion. “You’d save some money if you get a different brand.”
Kris was trying to bite his tongue. He knew that Junmyeon had this mindset because he had been so poor and could only afford the cheapest things. But Kris had a bit of money cushioning his bank account and could afford to buy little more expensive products. He understood the situation, but that didn’t mean he liked it.
“Junmyeon, it’s my money,” Kris said with an irritated sigh. “If I wanna blow my money on specific brands, then just let me. So don’t nag me.”
“I’ll nag you if I want to,” Junmyeon argued stubbornly, and that was when Kris just couldn’t hold back any longer.
“What, do you like nagging me?” Kris asked then, swiveling on his heel to stare at Junmyeon from underneath two furry eyebrows. “What are you trying to be here? My wife?”
A thick and awkward silence fell instantly between the two of them. It dawned on Kris after a moment, realizing what he had just said, and his tongue suddenly didn’t want to work anymore. Why did he say that? Why why why—
It didn’t help that Junmyeon had turned a rather interesting shade of red and had his face screwed up in a mixture of embarrassment and amusement.
“You wish I was your wife,” Junmyeon snapped back at him. “If I was your wife I’d have you whipped into much better shape than this.”
Something tingly surged down the base of Kris’ spine and he felt a heat crawling up the back of his neck.
Kris let out a forced cough, trying to ignore the goosebumps ripping across his skin. “Junmyeon—Look, that came out wrong. I’m just frustrated.”
Yeah, definitely frustrated in more ways than one.
“If you want me to treat you like I’m your wife, then I will,” Junmyeon grumbled. He turned and stepped back toward the end of the aisle. “Tell you what, honey. I’ll go get the eggs. Be a good boy and wait for me.”
Well, he could tell he pissed Junmyeon off. Obviously the boy hadn’t liked that ‘wife’ comment one bit. And even when he stomped away, leaving Kris alone on the aisle, Kris couldn’t shake the heat brewing in his belly.
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Since they were roommates, the two of them had shared some unflattering moments. There were mishaps, but the two of them managed to laugh them off, and their budding relationship definitely helped with that. But of course, some things that happened between them were a little more awkward. And although neither one of them spoke about it, there was sexual tension slowly filling up the air of the apartment.
Junmyeon’s replies to that ‘wife’ comment at the grocery store only two hours ago definitely did not help. Kris could not shake the sensation of his skin prickling once Junmyeon snarled those words at him about him wishing that Junmyeon was his wife, dropping seemingly meaningless comments that still made Kris’ flesh burn, able to still hear Junmyeon hissing out the words good boy in the back of his mind.
It was hard to swallow whenever he thought back on it.
They were both men, so changing in front of each other should not have been so awkward. But it was, and both of them picked up on it. Junmyeon’s cheeks always flushed whenever Kris stripped to change clothes. And although Kris was not the type to blush, he was the type to stare, and he struggled badly not to make it obvious that he was studying Junmyeon’s body when the younger male shuffled around their home in just his underwear to change his clothes as well.
Kris showered at night, and so did Junmyeon. He always let Junmyeon have the shower first. After all, it meant the water would already be warmed up for him. Plus, he got to see little snippets of Junmyeon’s creamy skin being slick and wet from remaining water. That was always a fun sight to see. Sometimes, if he was being honest, Kris daydreamed about that sight when he showered, filthy as it was.
“I know you said before that you’ve only done retail,” Kris commented as they sat at their small dining room table, sharing a meal together like they did every night. Kris had cooked for them tonight. Trying to shake the awkward atmosphere, Kris had started talking about their work, but he was having a hard time ignoring the sensations of heat trailing down his back. “But you’re learning really fast.”
“Uh-uh. Retail is about all I know,” Junmyeon admitted, before his cheeks suddenly burned red. “Well, if my initial plans had gone through, then I would have gotten a different job, back before you let me stay with you.”
“A job doing what?” Kris asked, arching an eyebrow curiously at Junmyeon’s reddened face.
“I can’t tell you,” Junmyeon mumbled shyly.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that. You brought it up and now you’re gonna leave me hanging? That isn’t fair,” Kris whined, leaning back and making a small tutting noise. “Come on, you can trust me.”
“You can’t tell anyone,” Junmyeon said quickly, face still painted with color.
“I won’t,” Kris replied honestly. “I know I can be a bit of a chatterbox but I promise I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to. I’m sure it’s not that embarrassing anyway.”
“Considering that I was thinking about sleeping with random people to support myself, yes,” Junmyeon argued, his face beet red as the news came spilling right out, “it is embarrassing. I never went through with it, but I came pretty damn close.”
Kris was silent for a long moment, merely blinking several times in a row as he tried to wrap his mind around the bombshell Junmyeon had just dropped. When it finally sunk in, all Kris said in response was a simplistic ‘I see’. He quickly shoved his plate away.
“What’s wrong?” Junmyeon asked worriedly. “Did I upset you?”
“No, no. I just need to shower,” Kris said in the most reassuring voice he could muster. “I was supposed to take one earlier but it slipped my mind. I’ll be right back.”
Junmyeon cast him a worried glance as he watched him go, and Kris was so thankful that his clothes were baggy so Junmyeon couldn’t see the bulge in his pants.
Kris nearly slammed the bathroom door behind him and locked it, swooping over to the tub and already turning on the water. Waiting for it to warm was torturous. Kris stripped himself down as fast as he could, nearly dive-bombing into the shower when he deemed it hot enough.
Kris could not remember a time he had gotten stiff that fast, and even now, as he stood there under the stream of the shower, his cock was hard.
Junmyeon may have been embarrassed about it, Kris thought absently as he reached his hand down between his legs, but it turned Kris on immensely to think of such a thing. Junmyeon, sweet, innocent, cute little Junmyeon, had actually debated on selling his body to the sex industry.
Fuck, it was so damn hot in Kris’ eyes, that merely imagining it made his cock swollen. It certainly didn’t help that he couldn’t forget what Junmyeon said to him out in public like that, unamused eyes boring through him as Junmyeon asked if he could be a good boy, or if he wanted Junmyeon to give him a punishment just like his wife would. He had tried so hard to forget, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t get it out of his mind.
His dick jerked in his grip almost on reflex.
Kris’ lips parted as a deep moan tore from the depths of his throat. Tipping his head backwards, letting the hot water of the shower wash over his skin, Kris squeezed his hand around his cock. He couldn’t help but think about how Junmyeon was only two rooms away from him, innocently curled up with his food and probably watching television as Kris showered and began to jerk himself off. If he didn’t keep it down, Junmyeon was going to hear every bit of it, and that made a tingle of excitement race down Kris’ spine.
Breathing labored, Kris closed his eyes as he stroked himself, base to tip in a rough movement. His dick was already painfully hard in his grip, twitching eagerly as Kris smoothed his thumb over the head. The mere thought of Junmyeon’s potential future made him disgustingly horny; to know that Junmyeon had even considered selling his body to the sex industry made his cock stiffen. There was confidence and pride hiding underneath all that innocence and cuteness and it made his blood boil.
And now that he knew, Kris couldn’t stop his mind from wandering. If Junmyeon had considered selling himself off for sex, what other dirty secrets were hidden inside of him? The possibilities were endless and combing through them in his mind, Kris’ hand jerked, tugging roughly on his dick as he groaned underneath the spray of the showerhead.
He couldn’t stop himself from letting his imagination race. Junmyeon was wildly attractive as it was, but the thought of him being wrapped up in sexual activities, and picturing himself being the one to give it to him, well, that made Kris even harder. He was breathing loudly as he fisted his cock that much tighter, using the precum oozing free from the tip as a makeshift lubricant as he jerked his hand almost violently up and down, desperate to get himself off.
He imagined shoving Junmyeon down into the bed, listening to the boy whine and whimper and scream his name as Kris pounded him senseless. He imagined yanking Junmyeon’s head back by his hair, watching his mouth stretch wide around his cock as he obediently sucked on it. He imagined Junmyeon riding him, his lips parted as he moaned Kris’ name like a mantra, hickeys decorating his neck and shoulders, dick bobbing as he rocked himself back and forth.
He could hear Junmyeon moaning his name, gargled whimpers of more more more—! and Kris’ muscles tensed, mouth hanging open in a breathless gasp. One hand still a blur on his cock as he pumped himself wildly, Kris’ free hand went lower, large fingers dipping between his legs to grab at his balls and—
It was the mental image of Junmyeon cumming, perched on top of him, moaning and gasping as globs of white squirted all over his stomach as he shrieked out Kris’ name and told him how good he really was, that sent Kris tumbling over the edge.
With a pathetic mesh of gasps and breathless moans, Kris’ back arched, hand squeezed tight around himself as every muscle he had went taut as a piano wire. Orgasm struck him violently, so brutal that Kris couldn’t breathe, just panting and wheezing as he came. Eyes screwed shut, his dick was twitching in his hand, ribbons of white dripping onto his fingers and splattering both against the wall of his shower and all over the floor. Kris’ hips jerked pathetically and his knees were shaking violently beneath him. Moaning weakly, Kris continued to roll his hips, cracking his eyes open to watch pearls of cum dribble over the head of his cock, before at long last, he was empty.
Exhausted, Kris slowly but surely released himself, his head bowing as he let the flow of the shower run over him. The water was growing cold. Kris could see how the length between his legs was still partially hard after he had just came, slowly but surely softening. But with Junmyeon living with him, and knowing the boy’s deep and dirty secrets, Kris wasn’t sure how long his cock would stay neither soft nor neglected at this point.
And he didn’t know how much longer he would be able to control himself. He had to do something about this before it got any worse. He wanted Junmyeon so badly that he could barely stand it.
--
“I hate valentine’s day,” Kris drawled as he sank into the couch cushions, working on downing yet another glass of wine. Junmyeon had one glass and called it quits for the night, but there Kris was, downing the sweet red liquid like a man dying from thirst in the desert. “I tell you what; it’s just a gimmick for corporations to make more money of the population.”
“What’s gotten into you, mister negative?” Junmyeon asked, arching his eyebrows as he glanced over at Kris. The two of them were watching a movie as they sat together on the sofa. The wine had been a small present from Minseok; he sheepishly mentioned that someone had given it to him as a gift, but he didn’t like the taste of red wine, and thought the two of them could get some good use out of it. Junmyeon was not a heavy drinker in the slightest, but it seemed like Kris had gladly taken over the reigns. “What’s wrong with valentine’s day? You get discounted chocolate the next day.”
“It’s dumb,” Kris grumbled, resting his sock-clad feet on the coffee table as he downed the rest of his wine in one huge gulp. Junmyeon wasn’t sure if he should be worried or impressed by that. “You shouldn’t buy things for your significant other on just one day of the year to show you love them. You should try to do that all the time.”
“Well, that’s a good point, but it doesn’t make it dumb. Some people get really into it,” Junmyeon told him, unable to help but grin. “Are you grumpy because you’ve never had a valentine?”
“No, never, but I don’t even care,” Kris grumbled, proving to Junmyeon right then and there that he actually did care quite a bit. Kris was pouring himself more wine and collapsed back into his spot on the couch, already gluing his mouth back to the rim of his glass. “It’s dumb and I don’t even care.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure you’ve wanted a valentine before,” Junmyeon said playfully, reaching over and giving the older man a small shove. “You had to have liked someone enough to make them want to be your valentine, right?”
“Not really.” Kris tipped his head back and swallowed down more of his wine. “I mean, there’s you, but I don’t know if that counts.”
Junmyeon blinked in shock. He hadn’t thought Kris had enough yet to be drunk, but he was obviously pretty tipsy if the filter to his mouth had dissolved that much. And it floored Junmyeon entirely. Kris liked him? Since when? How much? His mind was completely spinning and he knew it wasn’t from the alcohol. His heart was suddenly hammering in his chest, but he didn’t dare question what Kris had just said. He knew Kris wasn’t so sloshed that he wouldn’t be aware of what he had said; if Junmyeon asked, he knew Kris was going to deny it, that he hadn’t meant it.
Kris liked him and even though Kris was drinking way too fast on the couch beside him, Junmyeon hadn’t felt happier in a long time.
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Every chunk of physical contact was just too much. Working in an environment where one had to move around, it meant occasionally bumping into other people. There had been many times where Junmyeon had accidentally ran into Minseok or Jongdae during their busy days when they were all too preoccupied to watch where they were going. They would always give each other a quick apology and continue on their way.
It was different whenever he touched Kris.
With winter slowly fading, and spring on its way, Kris had introduced some new items onto the menu for the season. Since Minseok and Jongdae had more experience than him, they picked it up much faster than Junmyeon did. Junmyeon was honestly struggling, and while he appreciated Kris’ help, Junmyeon felt like he was suffocating underneath the heavy air that surrounded them.
Kris was too close and too touchy and yet it wasn’t enough.
“You need more milk,” Kris said quietly. The man was standing so close to him that Junmyeon could feel the material of his sweatshirt brushing against his back. “And more vanilla.”
Junmyeon was sweating. Kris leaned over to grab the measuring cup and his hip pressed against Junmyeon’s own in the process. His heart was absolutely racing in his chest.
“Here, this is how much milk you need. I know it’s hard for you to tell right now how much is enough, so just pour it into a measuring cup first if you need to,” Kris told him, eyes focused as he tinkered around the kitchen. “You can usually eyeball it once you improve.”
Nodding, Junmyeon went back to work on remaking his drink. He heard a few footsteps to show that Kris had moved away from him, occupying his free time by doing another task while he waited on Junmyeon. Junmyeon was just thankful that the man wasn’t hovering over him and watching him like a hawk. With how shaky he was already, he knew that under Kris’ watch, he’d wind up spilling something and embarrassing himself.
“Kris,” Junmyeon started, deaf to Kris’ feet moving across the floor. “Can you try this? I think I got it this time—“
Junmyeon froze as a sudden weight pressed up against him. Kris’ hips were pressed up against his own and he felt the man’s chest rest against his back as Kris literally leaned over him to take a look. Junmyeon was sure the man could hear his heart pounding.
Kris took an experimental sip, and while Junmyeon was expecting feedback, he wasn’t ready for Kris’ calm voice to ghost over his skin. With Kris standing right behind him, the man’s breath brushed against his neck and ear as he spoke up.
“Delicious,” Kris praised him, and Junmyeon wasn’t sure why his knees suddenly felt so weak. “Good job, Junmyeon. You’re learning well.”
“Thank you,” Junmyeon replied weakly, legs shaking like jelly underneath him. When did it suddenly become so warm? “I’m trying my best.”
“I can see that,” Kris told him, slowly but surely peeling himself off of Junmyeon and sidestepping to give him some breathing room. “And you’re succeeding.”
Even when Kris’ body heat left him, Junmyeon’s frame was still burning up. He tried to distract himself. He couldn’t let himself fall into this any deeper than he already was. He had to focus. He had work to do. And letting his body and heart and brain turn to mush over Kris was not going to help matters any.
He needed to learn this recipe. Sighing, Junmyeon tried to clear his head, to rid himself of the sensation of Kris pressed against him, and picked up the piece of paper Kris had left for him with the recipe written upon it. Kris had written it down himself, having the recipe memorized, and Junmyeon had tried not to laugh at how poor the man’s handwriting was. But as he stared, Junmyeon couldn’t help but notice something.
He recognized this handwriting.
Junmyeon glanced up, startled, to stare at Kris. Kris, who was standing at the register and talking with a young couple, with that charming smile on his face. Kris, with his messy handwriting. Kris, who had been the one to write on a simplistic white cup of hot cocoa and leave it on his table while he had been sleeping. Kris, who had signed the cup as ‘Yifan’.
The world suddenly came crashing down.
--
“Who are you?”
Kris paused in his journey to the bathroom. Junmyeon had showered first as always and was busy getting dressed when he spoke. Kris was halfway to the bathroom at that point, about to clamber into the tub next so he could shower, but he was stopped by Junmyeon’s sudden words.
The two had barely spoken to one another all day. Their relationship as a whole was rather strained suddenly. Things had changed little by little, the two of them both harboring too many emotions that were too pent-up for it to be healthy. The tension between them was getting unbearable. And as they continuously began to touch once another, even accidentally, especially at work, the dominos continued to collapse around them.
This was the first time Junmyeon had spoken to him since dinner, and such a question did not at all relate to their previous discussion about fried foods.
“What?” Kris asked, standing in the doorway. He was trying not to stare. Junmyeon was only partially dressed, clad in one of Kris’ old nightshirts and his underwear. Junmyeon had such thick, flawless thighs and nice legs and Kris wondered how they would feel wrapped around him. “What are you talking about?”
“Who are you really?” Junmyeon asked, the pitch of his voice strained. Something was obviously bothering him, and abandoning his pair of pajama pants, Junmyeon drew nearer to him. “Kris? Or Yifan?”
Kris blinked, a startled look in his eyes. “Where is this even coming from?”
“Your handwriting matched the handwriting I had on my cup last winter. My cup of cocoa on the table someone left me when I was sleeping. I didn’t know who it was from. I didn’t know who ‘Yifan’ was, but apparently, it’s you.” Junmyeon didn’t seem angry, only worried. His eyebrows were upturned. Kris couldn’t help but stiffen as Junmyeon laid a hand on his arm. “Who are you really?”
“Junmyeon—Junmyeon, listen, if you think I’ve been lying about my identity, you’ve got it all wrong. Kris has been my nickname for years. Everyone and their brother calls me Kris. My real name is Yifan, yes, but I go by Kris,” he explained slowly. The corner of his mouth pulled in amusement. He was forcing himself to keep his eyes trained on Junmyeon’s face, not those nice legs. “I never thought you would figure that out, and I didn’t really want you to. I came out of my office and you were fast asleep. I wasn’t sure what was going on with you, but I could tell something was wrong. So I just gave you the hot chocolate and hoped for the best.”
“Why did you sign it as Yifan?” Junmyeon asked slowly, frowning up at the larger man. He was still clutching Kris by the forearm.
“I didn’t want to sign it as Kris because, again, that’s how everyone knows me. And I didn’t know you. I’ve met some weird people in my lifetime, especially since I work with the public. What would I have done if you went parading around, especially on social media, bragging you got a free drink from me without doing a thing?” Kris asked, pursing his lips. “People would feel cheated and would be unhappy with me. I wanted to do something nice for you, but that doesn’t mean the entire world needed to know.”
Junmyeon’s face softened. “But why?”
“Even the smallest gifts can change a person’s life around sometimes.” Kris was quiet for a long moment, debating something mentally before he at last sighed. “I guess in a way you’ve given me something too, even if we don’t talk about it.”
“Like what?” Junmyeon murmured.
“Excitement,” Kris breathed. “I haven’t felt this good since I met you. I haven’t liked anyone as much as I like you. And getting to see you, well… Getting to be near you… Being able to touch you, little as it is—“
Junmyeon felt like he was choking on a knot in his throat. His skin was suddenly on fire. Kris liked him. Kris liked him and he liked Kris and he was panicking and shaking and he was going to be sick. His voice was hoarse as he stared up at Kris with wide eyes. “You like to touch me?”
“I love to touch you. I wish I could touch you so much more. Wish I could touch every bit of you,” Kris rumbled, his hands wandering. Junmyeon’s face was red, able to see how Kris lowered his gaze, staring at his bare legs as his hands gripped him by the hips. “Wish I could just run my hands all over you and show you how much I like you.”
“Kris—“ Heat clawed up Junmyeon’s spine and he shuddered underneath Kris’ touch, legs quivering. He was desperately clinging onto Kris’ arm, as if letting go would make the man vanish entirely. He gulped, neck bobbing as if a knot was expanding within it. “Kris, I…”
“Use your words,” Kris borderline snarled, craning his head down. “Tell me that you like me. I already told you to your face. I know you like me. Tell me how much you secretly want me.”
Junmyeon inhaled sharply, feeling a telltale twitch between his legs.
“I think I’ve given you a lot of gifts so far, and I could give you so many more if you would just let me,” Kris promised, “and they’d be so much better than hot chocolate.”
Was Kris hinting at what Junmyeon thought he was hinting at? Junmyeon swallowed, trembling excitedly in Kris’ grip. His voice was hoarse. “What kind of gifts?”
“I could give you the smallest one first,” Kris whispered, suddenly dragging Junmyeon closer to him. “Especially because I don’t think you deserve anything big from teasing me with those thighs.”
Kris kissed him, and it was one of the most brutal kisses of his life. Kris kissed him with no mercy, and from there, months of sexual tension and pent-up romance began to spill over the edges. Junmyeon was already gasping pathetically for air as Kris crushed their lips together, threading his fingers through Kris’ hair and whining into the man’s mouth when Kris forced his tongue past his lips, tasting him, claiming him, and Junmyeon just closed his eyes and let himself fall.
Even when blood dripped over his lip from too many rough kisses and the teasing nips of Kris’ teeth, even when Kris jammed his knee between his legs, even when Kris began to tear his clothes off and yank him back into the shower with a look of pure hunger in his eyes, Junmyeon did not care.
This was only the beginning, and Junmyeon could already tell that this was going to be much better than his last relationship.
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The building up of their relationship was too good, and Yifan is such a dork and they are adorable <3
But I must say, the ending was too sudden, I wasn't ready lol
Wonderful, thank you.
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I thoroughly enjoyed this author-nim! I just wish there was more cause I'm trash for krisho. You wrote Junmyeon's suffering so well, it felt so bleak and so real. The struggles, the hardships, the sufferings. All of it. Thankfully he had Kris but what iiiiiffff (ใคะดโ)
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I like it. It is quite intersting that i like it. Bcs i prefer to read rich!joonmyeon most of the time. Bcs poor joonmyeon makes my heart aching. Ugh. The way you portray joonmyeon life pre-yifan is ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ But bcs the interesting prompt and plot i keep reading until the end. I expect some smut actually. Lol. Maybe an epilogue? Lol. Thank you for writting this.
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The fic was awesome but it would be awesomer with the smut. Thank you for writing!
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It's sad that joon have to gone through something like that in his life and thankfully yifan is there in the right time and place~