♥ ONE MORE MEMBER ♥
“How are we going to pack everything?” Kibum asks, licking the Naked juice that dripped from the sloshing of his bottle.
Krystal takes the bottle from his hands to take a sip and then hands it back before looking out the window. “Jonghyun oppa got some boxes from the post office before he left for the grocery store. He said we can start now or wait until he gets back.”
“Maybe we should start now before Hwanhee wakes up. Are you in the mood?”
Kibum swiped at his nose and drank some of his beverage. “There’s not a lot that needs packing… I guess the living room should be the first to go.”
Krystal agrees with a swift nod. She then retreats to the office so she could get the boxes Jonghyun had left. Kibum goes back up to his room to check on Hwanhee, who, unfortunately for them, was wide-eyed and smiling. Kibum put his empty bottle in the trash and went to pick the baby up, scooping him into his arms.
“Hee-ah, why do you wake up so early? Auntie Krystal and I can’t get our stuff done, now.”
The small child just squirmed impatiently in his arms, obviously hungry and ready to play. His small hands tugged on the top of Kibum’s shirt, pulling it down to bite with toothless gums. Walking down the stairs, Kibum hiked the baby up, looking for Krystal. When she entered, she grinned.
“Guess we can’t now,” Krystal concluded.
“Mind making the bottle?”
“Nope.” And she left for the kitchen, the morning rustling evident from the room.
Inspecting Hwanhee’s pink gums, Kibum smiled ear to ear. “Why do you grow up so fast? I guess we really have to use the teething toys now, huh?”
“He’s been chewing on his pacifier a lot, too!” Krystal hollered from the next room over. “And he’s always biting on his – crap – blankets!”
“Do you think we should start laying him on the floor?”
“So he can learn how to crawl… don’t they learn by themselves?”
Coming in the living room, Krystal secured the cap on the baby bottle, passing it over to Kibum before sitting next to him. “I think you’re supposed to put a toy or something in front of him and then put him on his tummy to see if he’ll move. My mom did that with my baby cousin once.”
“Clever,” Kibum commented, pushing the nipple in Hwanhee’s pouted mouth.
“I heard we’re going to be in a private school. Sanghyun oppa enrolled us already.”
“Private school?” Kibum’s mind automatically went to Minho and his talk about private school. “What’s it called?”
“Dunno. We’ll still be in Seoul, though, just a different section and we can’t go to our old one because it isn’t in the right area.”
“I’m gonna miss this place, even if it’s sorta small.”
“Yeah… even if it’s a crab hole,” Krystal said with a bright smile. She pushed Kibum a little, rolling her eyes like the pubescent teenager she was. “Tch, what a sap.”
A shift occurred within Kibum. He was no longer afraid of moving to an unknown place. He had a chance to be closer to his friend and his mother. Kicking the girl’s leg carefully (so Hwanhee could still drink in peace), he said, “I guess we’re really a family now.”
As a belated response, Krystal knuckled his bicep. “When have we not been?”
“Daddy’s home!” Jonghyun yelled out when he unlocked the front door, pulling in a Radio Flyer wagon of food. Not only that, but there were three exact models trailing after it, all hooked together by jump ropes.
They all ran up to him, not to embrace him like he was hoping them to, but to kneel down and check out the new toys. Jonghyun stood, arms wide open, head tilted back with his eyes closed, waiting for the hugs that never came. Coughing awkwardly, he leaned down to join the kids.
“How did you get all of these up here?” Krystal asked in the middle of unknotting one of the jump ropes.
“Elevator? Aren’t these too big to fit?” Kibum then questioned. “Here, you take him.”
Jonghyun kissed Hwanhee on the cheek before holding him in his lap. He played with the baby’s fingers which were currently clawing on the inside of his mouth. “I had to do a few trips and then I tied them outside the door. Excited? Everyone can have one.”
“This is so childish,” said the only girl. She started jumping with the colorful rope, humming a familiar tune. “I call dibs on the last one.”
“When we get our new house, I’ll be able to drag you all around like a train. We have lots of room there. Our yard is huge! I had them build a playground and those iron bars you like to flip on so much, there’s even a pool. I bought a trampoline too.” Jonghyun was looking at Krystal mostly, trying to make the girl go crazy with excitement. “Ah, I’ve been meaning to ask you guys… would it be okay to let Taemin move in with us?”
The room went silent. Krystal stopped making the floor bounce and Kibum stopped untying the other wagons from their train line.
“What made you think of bringing him with us?” Kibum asked in a confused manner.
“I just thought… you were his only friend. I feel bad if we just leave him here to be lonely again, especially since you two didn’t get to be with each other for that long. Plus, if he comes along, you’ll be sure who your roommate will be when you get your dorm in school.”
“Are you okay with it?” Kibum approaches the girl who was stilled in the corner.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine with it.”
“We’re both fine, then. Did you talk to him already?”
Swinging the baby in his arms, Jonghyun nodded. “He said he could and I asked his mother a few minutes ago out of convenience. I was waiting to ask you two to give him the official okay.”
“How did you get on his floor? He has like ten codes to get in,” Kibum asked suspiciously.
“I texted him.”
Kibum saw how the elder smiled broadly, obviously proud of his decision to bring along one of Kibum’s friends. He turned his eyes to the wagons, working his fingers on the next knot. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Taemin to go with him, but it just seemed a little out of place. Taemin’s only been with the others twice and not for long, either. Although, Jonghyun’s sudden decision did evoke some anger in him. He could have at least asked him first before going off to Taemin knowing they would say yes. It wasn’t fair that he made the decision to trolley along over to his house all by himself. Or was it?
It was Jonghyun’s money paying, it might as well be his decision who he wants to house under his roof. Feeling like he shouldn’t say anything about it, Kibum tugged on the second rope until it unraveled in his hands. Staring out to no particular place, he stood up.
“I’m going to get something to drink from the vending machine downstairs,” Kibum says in a neutral tone. “Want anything?”
“I bought some drinks on the way,” Jonghyun says. “They’re in one of those bags.”
“There’s one that I’m craving right now. I’ll be back in a minute.”
When Kibum shuts the door and starts walking down the hall, he starts going through his phonebook in his cell. Putting the phone to his ear he listens obediently to the dial. It only rings two times before the person picks up, his deep voice caked with sleep.
“Kibum?” Minho asks.
“Minho guess wh – are you awake? Did I wake you up? Want me to call later?”
“How considerate of you, kitty,” Minho says between chuckles. “No it’s fine. I’m already up. What’s bothering you?”
“I have so much to tell you!”
As Kibum babbles on and on about his sudden move, Taemin is watching him from the water fountain. He listens closely to the conversation, picking up words like “frog”, “I’m not a kitty”, “you’re so dumb sometimes… but that’s why I love you”, “Minho… there’s no waterskiing, right?” and an abundance of giggles.
Sneaking into the darkness of the stairs, he starts hopping up, humming a tune to an American song: Hold It against Me.
As Jonghyun parked in the expansive driveway, Kibum could only ogle at the lot. Stumbling when he opened the door and hopped on the cement, his eyes were wide. “It’s a western house!”
“Like it?” Jonghyun asked, enclosing his arms around the boy.
“I love it! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” Kibum turned in the man’s tight embrace, kissing him all over his face despite being in public. “Do you know how much I love you right now?”
Picking Kibum up and leveling him around his hips, he made his way into the house by going through the open garage. “Wanna show me? I’ll give you a personal tour of the house after.”
“Jjong,” Kibum said embarrassedly. “There’s… nowhere to do it.”
“I have most of the new furniture in there right now. The movers did it yesterday. We can play all night if you’d like,” Jonghyun whispered into his ear seductively, sliding his hand up the boy’s plain white tee.
Kibum jumped off of Jonghyun and dashed into a room. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t know the layout like the other did and ended up being caught. Kissing ensued quite quickly. Jonghyun cornered Kibum into the wooden desk. Kibum was facing the curtained window. Jonghyun was behind him, taking in the scene with a naughty pleasure. His lips curled. Kibum’s light blue skinny jeans fit his legs well. The roundness of the boy’s thin thighs weren’t completely vulnerable to passing visitors. Jonghyun’s hand ran over the protective seam. Kibum shuddered, his torso bending over the table in ecstasy.
Kibum’s plain white shirt rode up on his right side. It revealed a tidbit of his milky white hip. Jonghyun stepped in closer so his groin lined up with Kibum’s covered behind. He continued to soothingly rub and squeeze the boy’s young dick in his left hand. It felt so different, so foreign. Kibum’s body convulsed and he let out a soft whimper, one that you would hear from a virgin little girl.
Jonghyun shook the boy’s whole body with the control of the boy’s most precious part. He racked Kibum up against him and the hard oak table. His heart kept pumping, he wanted this so bad, but he wanted to take it slow.
“Bend over,” Jonghyun demanded.
Kibum obeyed. He lay his torso on top of the desk and spread his legs. He wanted this just as much as Jonghyun. Jonghyun rubbed up against him. Jonghyun’s wet dreams consisted of normal clothes (read: blue jeans and a plain white tee) and hot, young and restless sex.
Jonghyun pinched Kibum’s butt cheek, playfully smacking it. He smirked when Kibum jumped.
Jonghyun chuckled,” Did that hurt?”
Kibum nodded but didn’t speak. He was focusing on when he would be touched more, when he would be filled with Jonghyun. He wanted that more than anything. He wanted to feel wanted, loved, filled. Kibum was still awkward when it came to sex, though. He felt like he was taken out of the teenage world and dropped in the adult world too soon. Which he was, by Jonghyun, but it wasn’t such a big deal now.
“Mmh,” Jonghyun moaned into Kibum’s ear. “You look so pretty like this.”
Jonghyun wove his fingers through Kibum’s blonde, straight hair. His bangs were brushed thoroughly with Jonghyun’s hand. Jonghyun pulled the younger back up by the bright golden locks. He kissed him slowly. Once Kibum’s plush baby pink lips touched Jonghyun’s the world seemed to get faster. Kibum’s head spun in circles as he was viciously turned around and forced onto the desk. Kibum’s chin was forced up by Jonghyun as he continued to cover every bit of Kibum’s mouth with his saliva.
Kibum couldn’t keep up with the elder’s motions. Jonghyun was leading every single thing. Jonghyun’s tongue swiped against his own. Kibum’s wet muscle was suddenly sucked into Jonghyun’s mouth. Jonghyun’s lip smacking was one of the loudest things in the living room. He grabbed onto Jonghyun’s head, pulling him closer. He tilted his head for better access. Jonghyun moaned, grabbing onto Kibum’s pants and hurriedly unbuttoning the metal button.
He slipped his hand down the thick fabric. He wiggled his fingers, cupping his hand around the hardening bulge. Jonghyun stopped kissing. He started placing busy butterfly kisses on the soft skin of Kibum’s chin, and then all the way under it, getting to suck on the sensitive skin. Kibum threw his head back, loving all the attention.
Jonghyun fit himself between Kibum’s frail legs and lunged forward to grind against him. “We… s-should go upstairs,” Jonghyun said.
Kibum nodded. Jonghyun helped him off the high place and held his hand all the way up the stairs. He pushed open their bedroom door and wasted no time in removing their jeans and shirts, throwing them around the laundry basket.
Kibum excitedly took Jonghyun’s lips again. The way they were kissing couldn’t be described. Jonghyun wanted to get rid of their boxers while Kibum kept pulling his head back up to maintain their heated connection. They were both so animalistic, so craved for each other that it all seemed like such a blur, a rush almost.
Jonghyun pushed Kibum aside so he could sit on the bed. His legs were spread out for all to see. His manliness stood proudly before him. He was horny as fuck.
“Suck me, Kibum. Suck me hard.”
Kibum’s eyes grew. They dilated a bit. He sat on his calves at the end of the bed. He was still as innocent as ever. He looked down in disappointment. His finger found his way to his mouth and he shook his head.
“I can’t. I don’t… know how.” Kibum confessed.
“Just don’t bite me. If anything, I’ll be the one hurting you, okay?”
Kibum inched forward. He lay on his clothed stomach. He came face to face with the bulbous tip of Jonghyun’s angry red cock. He shuddered. His stomach did a somersault. He took the thick dick in both hands. He tested a lick to the head. It was soft. He did it again, except longer. Jonghyun emitted a small hnngh.
“Oh god… baby, yes, oh yeah. Do it like that…” Jonghyun moaned.
Kibum felt excited. He took the whole top half into his mouth eagerly. Jonghyun screamed in joy. He watched the boy bob his head on his strained penis. He saw those usually fluffy pink lips part, turning into little thin lines due to his enormous cock. His hand made way into Kibum’s hair, petting it.
Jonghyun watched him carefully. He watched those sinful, lustful eyes look into his own. Kibum’s almond eyes were in little crescents. Jonghyun moaned again just to get Kibum into the mood even more. The younger took it as a compliment and downed the whole length. He ended up choking, gaging. Tears formed in his eyes but he didn’t care. Jonghyun let out an expansive moan, withering under Kibum. If it was up to Jonghyun, he would shove his dick down the boy’s virgin mouth and leave it there. But he was considerate. It was, after all, Kibum’s first time giving head.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
Kibum’s eyes brightened. “Really? I am?”
Jonghyun ruffled his hair. “I’m not lying. Come here, give me a kiss.”
Kibum proudly kissed him. Jonghyun could taste the salty mix from Kibum. He felt a tinge of satisfaction. Kibum had his fluid in his mouth and no one else’s. Kibum stuck his tongue out, lapping at the sweet skin of Jonghyun’s cherry lips. Jonghyun smiled, bringing Kibum into another open mouthed kiss.
He just couldn’t get enough of the boy. He wanted to do everything and never let go. The sensation that came from Kibum was exhilarating. The sweet aura was innocent, and Jonghyun liked innocent. When they pulled apart a clear line of spit hung from their mouths. Kibum gave Jonghyun a pop kiss before returning to ravish his dick and suck on the man’s soft sack of balls.
Kibum held onto the man’s cock, squeezing it as he went lower. He pressed his finger on the soft skin that protected the man’s nuts. He sucked one in. He lolled his tongue around the ball. It felt different, but good, bad good. He looked at Jonghyun, giving him seductive eyes. He knew it drove the man loco.
The teenager returned to the man’s shaft. He gathered up the spit from his mouth and let it spill onto the man’s member gracefully. He licked the long shaft until it was shining. He lapped at the tiny slit that was present at the head. He got a hold of his own saliva and dragged it up so Jonghyun could see a string on spit connecting Kibum’s tongue to his penis.
“Do you feel good, hyung?” Kibum asked innocently.
“Mmh, of course I do sweetheart.”
The boy giggled when Jonghyun flipped him onto the bed. He felt the man’s soft warm hands rubbing his sides, up his shirt, pushing his thumbs in his flat stomach. He wriggled in the hold. Soon enough, those two fingers were pressing deeper and deeper and Kibum panicked, trying to get up and stop him. The man wouldn’t budge; instead, he pushed the teenager into the mattress even more. Thin hands held onto his, trying to pry them off.
“Hyung… you’re hurting me, stop,” Kibum pleaded. He didn’t know what to do at this point. Jonghyun’s eyes were staring right into his blurring ones. He could feel himself choke up and his hot tears run out of his eyes. “Jonghyun… please… stop it.”
Kibum trembled in fear. Jonghyun soon turned into a monster, the killer in a horror movie, the innocent orphan you would never think would seduce your husband. He became everything he feared, and he cried out hard. Slapping the man’s forearms and attempting to crawl away, Kibum sucked in air, only to have it come out just as quickly with his sobs.
Jarring his whole soul, he slapped Jonghyun across the face. Stunned by the sudden action, Jonghyun started shaking him; this made his fingers slip off, letting Kibum move somewhere else. As if finally realizing what he did, the elder looked into the relief that surrounded Kibum’s wet eyes. Big and wet and innocent, the eyes of a pure teenager.
“You’re pretty when you cry,” Jonghyun said softly before reaching out for the boy.
Kibum wasn’t exactly watching him anymore. He took his almond eyes to where his skin started to sting, where he was sure he’d get bruises. When he looked down he had to cover his mouth with his hand, the sight too horrible to look at. Staring in awe at the two red welts near his hip, he cried more. He dragged his legs upwards until he could lock them over his chest, denying access to his partner. Crying more, he hiccupped when Jonghyun collected him into his lap.
“Why are you crying, sweetie? I was just playing with you.”
Jonghyun started to soothingly rub his shaking back. He tried to get the boy to calm down enough so they could get back to business. It was too much to have Kibum sob, totally disconnected from their former duties. So when Kibum lifted his head, Jonghyun cupped it, kissing him softly.
Exhausted from his teary session, he wrapped his frail arms around Jonghyun’s shoulders and kissed him back, too hurt to feel anything. The older man pushed out the boy’s pink lips, kissing them with ease, trying to make the boy feel secure again. He let his other hand do more of the talking as it slid down stealthily to play along the boy’s puckered entrance.
After a while of just pressing on it, the boy began squirming in his arms, his eyes turning into crescents. He knew the boy liked to kiss, he knew he loved cuddling, but he didn’t know how adorable he could be in bed. Jonghyun smiled when he straightened his back against the cushioned headboard and Kibum’s bottom moved up from his lap, wanting the finger to go in with every passing second.
When Jonghyun relentlessly pushed his first dry finger through, Kibum whimpered against his lips, his eyes and head turning to see the sight. Jonghyun pulled the curious sex kitten by the chin so they could resume their make out episode. After some time, Kibum became distracted again, wanting to see what was exactly happening.
“Do you like it when I play with you, Kibum-ah?” Jonghyun asked.
Kibum nodded, riding the finger up and down. It was driving him nuts but it felt so good. Feeling the man’s piercing eyes on him, he stopped enough to kiss Jonghyun. The taller man didn’t budge, not even reacting to his affection. He pouted, because he assumed that’s what he wanted to see, but then smiled brightly because that didn’t work either. Confused, Kibum stayed where he was; hands steadied on Jonghyun’s pierced ears, ass on his finger.
Then all of a sudden, Jonghyun pulled out, crossing his arms and staring at the wall. Kibum blinked heavily and attempted to push the man’s finger back in, but he wouldn’t move from his fitful state. Resting his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder, he breathed out.
“I love it when you play with me,” Kibum said, praying this is what Jonghyun was expecting. “Please play with me more, hyung.”
As a reward, Kibum had three fingers enter him and an enthusiastic Jonghyun pumping them. The younger boy, screaming in joy, gripped onto Jonghyun’s tense shoulders.
“You like getting fingers in your ass?” Jonghyun questioned, pushing his fingers harder and faster, studying how Kibum’s darling face screwed up in pleasure. “Are you going to cum on me? Huh?”
Panting, Kibum focused on answering because he didn’t want the risk of having them pulled out again. “Yes, yes, yes, ehhh!”
He groaned when Jonghyun entered him, not forgetting the fact that the fingers disappeared. He stayed still, unsure and a little uncomfortable with the whole position. His hands fell flat on Jonghyun’s chest while he straddled the man, his bottom filled with the man.
From there, Kibum was controlled by Jonghyun thrusting. He gave the man his body, letting him drag him from room to room like a little ragdoll thirsty for sex. He doesn’t remember much, but he remembers accidently releasing in the kitchen when Jonghyun told him he should hold it until they got to the living room. He remembers the man’s endless “I love yous” and “You’re so beautifuls”. It was Jonghyun’s idea to bless the whole house (besides Krystal’s room and Taemin’s, but hell did they get it on in the guest rooms).
After all of that, they end up in the bathtub relaxing. Jonghyun takes care of Kibum and Kibum lays there like he’s in a dream. He feels like he’s in heaven. For the past few months he only got glimpses of the other man, but now, he hopes he’ll be able to spend more time with him and Hwanhee. They’ll be a real family just like Jonghyun explained. It’s all a happily ever after moment until Kibum’s eyes wander down to his waistline where two ugly purple blotches take place. He tenses, subtly looking back at the man who did it (who was currently nodding off).
It was an accident, Kibum thinks to himself believingly. He said he was just playing. That’s all it was.
A/N: I know what you're thinking, pandragonriyong , this probably isn't the smut you were looking forward to. Although, it is smut >D i'ts Kailee smut. I hope everyone enjoyed it and hopefully i'll see even more silent readers come out this time. I saw a few come out last time and I'm very grateful for that!