It’s the first time Leon really kisses him, and Kibum shakes with the feeling, kissing back every moment he gets the chance, because Leon’s lips are beautiful and soft, and sweet on the edges, and Kibum swears he’s kissing an angel, because it just feels too perfect to be real. And then Leon is sinking, and Kibum can’t take it. He’s shuddering hard, form squirming just a little against the floor, creamy thighs spreading enough to allow the crusnik between them, and his fingers slide down to curve through the other’s hair tightly. His other curls up into the carpet, clawing at the fabric a little; and then it amplifies. Suddenly, a cry is released from the male’s lips, his back arching up off the floor, his fingers clamped tight in Leon’s hair, body squirming a little more actively against the carpet. Because his peak is hitting, dragging through him, clawing at every pressure point on his cock every moment Leon’s piercing and tongue presses and he sucks, and suddenly, Kibum sees white. He doesn’t know what he screams out, but he thinks it’s Leon’s name, and he’s pretty sure he has no control over his hips, because they shove upwards, burying what he can of his cock into the other’s mouth as he releases, spurt after spurt of pearlescent liquid, chest heaving with pants of quick, heavy breaths.
Of course he feels the way the younger moves beneath him, how he shudders and squirms so beautifully that it has Leon aching. The way fingers curl into his hair is wonderfully pleasing, makes his veins boil with anticipation. The sounds Kibum make are deliciously lewd and he appreciates each one of them, one more than the other as he continues his teasing ministrations. Because he knows, he knows because he recognizes common signs and it has him feeling a bit smug. Because in seven years, he’ll be the first one to experience this again. And honestly, it makes him feel a bit special. So when the cry of his name falls from prettily parted lips, when hips thrust upwards and he hollows his cheeks, his eyes glint with playfulness and a slight bit of pride. He swallows each and every drop that’s been released into his mouth, one last teasing suckle given before he pulls away with an obscene pop. He’s smirking, as he crawls up along Kibum’s body, dragging his tongue along his chest, flicking it over a pert little rosy bud in the process before he hovers over the other properly, lips only millimeters away from each other’s. But he doesn’t say a thing, merely keeping close in silence.