Kaisoo One Shots

Songbird

Author: kaspian

Rating: nc-17

Genre: sex on a piano, vocal!soo

Word Count: 1777

Originally found on: asianfanfics.com

No trespassing after class.

That's final when matters regard the band room and auditorium stage, unless one has gotten allowance from the teachers -

Or has the keys to the area due to being a part of the school's orchestra or vocal group.

And Kyungsoo can't say he's trespassing, when he originally came here to practice and let his voice reverberate in the room, a taste of what it's like during a real performance.

But he's not exactly practicing, though.

And there's only a squawk on his lips when the lower bend of his back is pressed into the music rack of the stage piano, bare asscheeks resting on some of the logos of the keyboard; Sehun's papers from earlier practice slipping down from the ruckus, scattering on the ground.

One of Kyungsoo's arms flatten out along the piano's shelf to keep himself up, while the other is snaked around his boyfriend's neck.

His boyfriend, who, apparently, has snuck himself into the stage room, and who has heaved Kyungsoo up on the keyboard -

Sheathed inside him deep, warm walls clenching around his own cock, standing still for now to readjust the position a bit as Kyungsoo pants hotly against the side of Jongin's neck.

There's a feeble whimper coming from the main singer, but only a low noise of a sort, since it fights through gritted teeth and lips that are pressed together, Kyungsoo trying to keep his voice down.

But of course, Jongin hasn't gotten it his way without a fight.

Or without Kyungsoo hissing 'this is where I perform, Jongin! The school has paid so much for the instruments- hey, what're you-'

Yet it never took Kyungsoo long to know, that from the moment he met Kim Jongin, he stood before someone who didn't go down without a fight, or whose stubbornness came to show in the most unfortunate ways.

''I've always wanted to fuck you here,'' said student's voice is husky, draped with a grin as a thumb digs into the underside of Kyungsoo's thigh, the grip firm.

Jongin holds one of Kyungsoo's legs up and a bit out to the side, inched between two thick thighs, while Kyungsoo has his other leg snuck around the younger and a heel digging into the backside of a clothed shin.

Kyungsoo's pants have been shed minutes ago, his uniform shirt buttoned down, hanging from his shoulders as his stomach scrunches each time Jongin moves his hips - Jongin drawing out only to plunge in harshly again, pressing a kiss to the skin behind Kyungsoo's ear simultaneously.

''Don't say-'' Kyungsoo's chest heaves, and another, though dulled moan slips past his lips since Jongin does it again; slowly but with finesse, not enough for the tip of his cock to slip out, but just so that he can have the puffy rim clench around the cockhead, and sink inside once he's sated, the doing causing a slick sound -

''Don't say things like that,'' Kyungsoo pants, nails digging into the back of Jongin's shoulder through the white material from his hand grasping there.

''Why not?'' Jongin doesn't hesitate.

He's sweet, but he's a smartass when he wants to be.

Or when he knows it'll make the tip of Kyungsoo's ears turn red and another trembling moan ripple through.