Black Magic

Forks and Spoons

Chapter 16: Forks and Spoons

--~~--

Kyungsoo inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, chest heaving.

Kai drummed his fingers, working them beneath the waistband of Kyungsoo's pants, across the soft fabric of underwear. The Earth Dragon withheld another whimper and Kai smirked.

Kyungsoo looked so good beneath him. Splayed out and panting against Kai's midnight blue sheets, eyes half-lidded and trained on every movement of Kai's hand. The red mark on Kyungsoo's pulse-point stood out like a brand. Kai leaned over and pressed his lips to it again, feeling the rapid-fire pump of Kyungsoo's heart.
"Stop it," the smaller male hissed.

Kai nipped at the skin again before pulling back. "Should I?" His hand in Kyungsoo's pants went still.

The Earth Dragon's face was bright red. "Not--Not that." Kyungsoo tilted his hips upward, his only alternative to begging. "Just stop the neck thing. It'll leave a mark."

Kai snorted. Too late.

But he acquiesced anyway, bringing his lips up to hover over Kyungsoo's instead. Kai's hand started moving again, palming the outline of Kyungsoo's half-hard cock before worming beneath the boy's underwear.

From this position Kai could see every expression that crossed Kyungsoo's face, and the moment Kai's hand finally came in contact with actual skin, Kyungsoo's eyes screwed shut and his mouth fell open on a moan.

Goddamn. The sight went straight to Kai's gut like a well aimed kick.

He leaned over without another thought and kissed the smaller male, licking into his parted lips and swallowing his gasp. He tasted as good as Kai remembered.

The angle between them was awkward, Kai's wrist bending in a strange way because he was all but lying on top of Kyungsoo; he remedied that soon enough though, pulling away and leaning back to work the Earth Dragon's pants down his hips to his knees.

Kyungsoo didn't resist, even as Kai's nimble fingers travelled upward to make quick work of Kyungsoo's shirt. Kai allowed the warm fabric to fall open to either side of Kyungsoo's chest before standing back and shedding some of his own clothes. He let his cloak pool on the floor along with his wet shirt. He peeled his pants off next, catching Kyungsoo's stare and holding it.

Kyungsoo was still breathing hard, his own pants and underwear still bunched at his knees. Kai reached out and slowly drew them down the shorter man's calves, letting Kyungsoo feel the rough pull of fabric across his sensitive skin.

Kai knew all to well what a pheromone stupor could feel like. In fact, he was pretty sure he was in the midst of one himself. Dealing with Soojung's scent and then coming back to witness Baekhyun and Kyungsoo in a compromising position had done crazy things to his mind.

He hadn't felt this riled up in a long time.

And the sight of an aroused Kyungsoo, lying back and simply waiting for him ....well, it wasn't helping matters. Kai felt a haze of need shutter over his mind, and suddenly he was scrambling with the waistband of his own underwear.

He climbed back onto the bed, gripping Kyungsoo's legs and spreading them so that he was settled in between with their hips pressing close. His fingers traced over the X-shaped scar that marked Kyungsoo's left hipbone.

"Fuck," Kyungsoo cursed as soon as they made contact.

Kai rolled his hips, well on his way to being fully hard. "Want to?" he grinned.