Chapter Text
2022
Don’t you just love the desire taking hold of you?
I can tell you do.
It was already ten by the time Jinki and Kibum managed to get into bed, despite the fact that they’d both been yawning for an hour as they cuddled on the sofa, Jinki with his eyes on the evening news, and Kibum intent on something in his phone, only occasionally checking in with Jinki’s wondering hands that pet his hair (and fiddled with his clothes, and sometimes slipped under them to dip into his belly button). Now, finally ensconced in their warm bed and nightlight glowing, Kibum was beginning to zone out – until with a sudden gasp, Jinki sat up. The duvet fell of his body as he beamed down at Kibum.
‘I bought something today! I have to show you,’ he said, his words and body spilling out as he left their room. Kibum heard his bare feet padding along the floor and the wind-around zip of his work bag opening. A moment later he returned and bounced back onto the bed, something clutched in his hand. Kibum sat up, his lips pouting in surprise at the pair of metal handcuffs dangling from Jinki’s fingers.
‘Oh? This is what you get up to at work all day?’ he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jinki chuckled, offering them to Kibum. ‘Got them at lunch, but the packaging was so bulky I had to throw it away in the office.’
‘Imagine the cleaners finding that,’ Kibum commented, taking them. He examined it, twisting the key. ‘Wow, they’re strong...You really want them this sturdy? It’s like an official pair.’
‘Almost! Let’s not lose the key this time.’
Kibum laughed, remembering the drama with the fluffy pink pair they’d had a few years ago where Jinki had eventually snapped them off their headboard - and his wrists – when Kibum had to pee (‘Right now, right now!!’) just as Jinki had worked down his zipper. The next day they found the small key in the fridge, glinting innocently in the spot their soju supply should have been...
Kibum dropped the cuffs onto the bedside table and slid back under the duvet, Jinki following him in. They lay turned in towards each other, the duvet bunched at their hips as the warmth of the room settled around them. After a few moments, Jinki shifted closer, skimming his fingertips lightly along Kibum’s forearm and up to the hand tucked underneath his face. For a moment his fingers paused, touching Kibum’s cheek and Kibum smiled and tilted his head down, pressing a kiss to the closest one. Satisfied, Jinki continued, his fingernails skimming a pattern down to the crinkle of Kibum’s elbow and back up again. His eyes following his own fingers meditatively until Kibum shifted and whisked his arm away. He captured Jinki’s fingers in his, stilling them.
‘What do you want to do with the cuffs?’
Jinki’s shoulder twitched in a shrug as he glanced at him. He tugged his hand away, and pulled the duvet over them properly before tucking his hand beneath it, Kibum‘s gentle gaze following his movements. A moment passed as he found Jinki’s fingers again, giving them a soft squeeze.
‘How did you picture it?’
‘On my knees,’ Jinki said softly.
Kibum swallowed.
‘You want to wear them?’
‘Yes.’
Kibum slid his fingers around Jinki’s wrist, considering. ‘And then?’
‘...’
He curled his arm around Jinki’s waist and shifted closer, until there was a barely a breath between them.
‘And then?’ he murmured again.
‘I want to blow you.’
The words puffed across Kibum’s lips as Jinki closed the infinitesimal gap to kiss him softly, and then intently, partially so he didn’t have to meet his eyes, but also because his lips were so pretty, parted like that. Kibum’s hand smoothed up the loose shirt on Jinki’s back, and crept into the hair at his nape as his nose pressed against his. They separated to take a breath, Jinki’s hand resting on Kibum’s chest.
‘How about blowing me now?’ Kibum whispered.
Jinki laughed and gently separated their bodies.
‘Better not.’
‘I’ll wake you up tomorrow.’
‘That wasn’t very successful last time.’
He smiled at the discontented pucker on Kibum’s lips, kissing him chastely once before twisting away. The last time Kibum had suggested something so late on a weekday – and promised to take responsibility! – Jinki had woken at ten, panicked and frantic as Kibum slept on, untroubled by the three missed calls from his office.
‘But you’d look so sexy– ’
‘Nope.’
Kibum grumbled but quieted down, pushing one arm under his pillow to cradle it, and sliding the other around Jinki’s middle. For a time, Jinki caressed his fingers, his movements slowing as his breathing evened out into deep pulls, leaving Kibum to his own thoughts; the feel of Jinki’s plush lips on his, and the thrill of the finality in his tone.
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J 12:34 Somebody pulled the packaging out of the bin yesterday!!
J 12:35 Now they’re interrogating each other as suspects 
K 12:40 No one will ever guess it was you baby
J 12:40 Of course not
J 12:40 I threw it away in the kitchen I don’t use
J 12:40 I’m not an amateur
K 12:42 
K 12:42 Come home quick today. I miss you.
J 12:42 
K 12:45 also buy cherry tomatoes please
J 12:50 bummie
J 12:50 do you know how much i love you?
K 12:51 hmm?
K 12:52 as much as the sky, as much as the earth??
J 12:52 from my head tomatoes
K 13:02 okay
K 13:03 okay it's fine to let this all out now, because I suppose later your mouth will be too full love you.
J 13:03 .’
J 13:03 .mn
J 13:03 mon
J 13:03 cheri
J 13:03 !!!