[M] Getting Down & Dirty (1/1)

Kyungsoo is woken up from his nap by a warm hand around his cock, eagerly tugging and twisting it to hardness. He thinks for a second that he’s just dreaming, probably back in bed and grinding down against the mattress like a desperate fourteen year old, but he hazily recalls falling asleep on the patio and his hand is definitely not the cause of his whimpering moans and shallow breaths.“Kai,” Kyungsoo exhales in a huff, eyes still shut tight as heat pools in his belly, a tight coiling that has him curling his toes and arching off his chair. “Fuck,” he curses, breathless.And Kai, because he is both the love of Kyungsoo's life and the reason why he's currently naked on their patio, has the audacity to rub his thumb against the slit of Kyungsoo’s cock and cooly respond with a bubbly, “Hi!”“Christ, Kai. What the fu-ck—” Kyungsoo manages to get out before Kai ducks his head and wraps his mouth around his length, humming pleasedly as he adjusts to the heavy weight on his tongue stretching his jaw open.Kyungsoo eyes flash open and the first thing that he notices is the sun setting on the horizon. The second thing he notices, of course, is the back of Kai’s head as he bobs up and down, burying his face into Kyungsoo’s lap. He’s still sitting on his own chair, though, feet planted flat on the side of it and facing Kyungsoo’s stretched out body as he works meticulously and hungrily around Kyungsoo’s cock.Kyungsoo rolls his eyes to the back of his head when Kai pops off once to lightly trail his tongue along the underside, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Kyungsoo’s right hand moves on its own accord to twist around the flattened hairs at the back of Kai’s head, squeezing tightly because it spurs Kai on like mad, but also because he needs to ground himself when he notices from the corner of his eyes how Kai’s moved his hands behind his back pleasantly, obediently. His knuckles are white and biceps flexed, but he doesn’t stop sucking and pushing further down on Kyungsoo’s cock, eager to bury his nose in the fine hairs and cut off his breathing just a little bit, just a lot.Kai may be choking himself with a mouthful of cock, but Kyungsoo feels easily as breathless.All this time Kai doesn’t say much besides the occasional whimper and desperate moan. Instead, it’s Kyungsoo violently groaning out a string of foul words, heart racing in his chest before the praises start slipping out, too, the way they always do. As he applauds Kai for being so good for daddy he slowly makes sure to push his head further into his lap, until he can feel himself hit the back of Kai’s throat; until Kai is shaking from the lack of air, but continuing to suck sloppily at Kyungsoo’ cock like his life depends on it.Kyungsoo tightens his grip and pulls Kai off entirely for a short moment, letting him catch his breath because his face has gone a bit too red. Kai’s chest is flushed pink all the way down to his lacy red panties, the ones he’s been strutting around the house in all day. His birthday panties, as he’d referred to them, where his cock sticks out at the top and Kyungsoo can see him leaking precome, darkening the thin, see-through fabric. The deep red color contrasts his soft-golden skin beautifully, complimenting Kai's body like it was made specifically with him in mind, and Kyungsoo is breathless at the sight.Kyungsoo’ still got his hand fisted around the back of Kai’s head and he’s so caught up on the lace that just barely covers the curve of Kai’s ass where the fabric is wet and dark there, too, for some odd reason, that he doesn’t notice the way Kai’s lips quiver, slowly trying to lean down and mouth at Kyungsoo’ cock once more. When he does notice, though, Kyungsoo lets out an amused chuckle and untangles his fingers from Kai’s hair, letting him get back to wrapping his plush lips around the thick cock and sinking down.Kyungsoo can feel himself getting dizzy with the overwhelming sensation; the warm heat around him, the tight circle of Kai’s mouth, the slick sounds of up, down, up, down, mouth at the head, lick, down, up, down, up, a spontaneous rhythm that Kai’s just started - always focused on pleasing Kyungsoo, even when his air supply is being cut off.Kyungsoo watches Kai with hooded eyes before his focus slips to Kai’s arched back and he finds himself eying at Kai’s lace-covered hole again. The fabric is so thin, barely covering any of Kai’s cheeks - even has a little black bow at the top, because Kai is cute like that - but it’s hard to miss the wet patch, even harder to miss how the skin of Kai’s cheeks right around the edges of the panties are shiny and slick. Probably tasting like strawberry, he thinks to himself.Kyungsoo bites his lower lip, trying to suppress the moan begging to slip out, and curiously picks his hand up. With a light touch Kyungsoo stretches his arm out and rests his palm on the curve of Kai’s ass, fingers grazing just barely to feel the rough pattern of the lace against his fingertips.Kai hums around his cock, arching his back at the touch, and Kyungsoo thinks for a second that this angle must not be the easiest, that Kai’s back is going to give him hell in the morning. But Kai’s quite fond of the difficult angles and the aching burn, so he pushes that thought away and slowly lets his middle finger trail down the soft roundness of Kai’s ass.Kyungsoo reaches the wet patch that clings to Kai’s hole and he’s not surprised when Kai’s shoulders start to shake as he pushes the darkened fabric in between his cheeks with his middle finger. Kyungsoo rubs at the entrance with his finger and notices how wet Kai’s hole is, how the fabric soaks it up, how Kai has to pull himself off of Kyungsoo’ cock because the rough lace feels so embarrassingly good inside him.And Kyungsoo doesn’t even admonish him for stopping, is the thing. He’s far too interested in other matters right now - feels like his chest is going to explode with hunger - to force Kai to get him off with his mouth. Quite frankly, he’d rather delay his orgasm for as long as he possibly can, now that he’s aware of what Kai’s been up to.“A little eager, weren’t we?” Kyungsoo whispers, mesmerized by how good it feels to dip his lace-covered finger inside Kai, who buries his face into Kyungsoo’ thighs, arms still held behind his back on their own.Kai’s breath is hot when he mumbles, “You we-were sleep-ing,” into the flesh of Kyungsoo’ thigh.“That's why you woke me up? You wanted to ask for something?”“Yes, please,” Kai nods, trying his absolute hardest to be patient, still panting with his eyes shut tight.Kyungsoo slides his middle finger inside and down to the knuckle, brushing the walls of Kai’s loose and stretched hole with the lace and says, “Go on, then. Tell daddy what you want.”Kai entire body shudders, clearly overwhelmed because they don’t get to do this often, but he likes it so much, wishes his birthday was every day just for moments like this. “Wanna feel you,” Kai begs. “Can I ride you, daddy, please.”His voice is so quiet, barely audible against the rush of the ocean’s waves, but the plea sounds so loud in Kyungsoo’s ear. He feels himself leak against his stomach, ears burning up and toes white where they’re curled at the end of the chair; his body giving the same reaction it always does when Kai begs like that, when Kai calls him daddy.Kai’s always needed to let the word off his chest more than Kyungsoo originally needed to use it, but now that they’ve brought it into their sex life with open arms, Kyungsoo can’t imagine a time that he wasn’t completely wrecked from just hearing Kai softly whimper daddy. It’s good, having Kai in his preferred submissive state, but it’s so much better when Kai is genuinely needy, a little nervous, even, to give certain bits of himself away to Kyungsoo, knowing he’ll be taken care of and that there’s nothing to be ashamed of because Kyungsoo will indulge him in it. He gives himself over because he trusts Kyungsoo, wants him.Kyungsoo pulls his finger out of Kai’s hole, feeling it flutter impatiently as he pulls out the panties that had gotten stuck in there, too, just a little bit, and rubs at the small of his back, trying to relieve a bit of the ache there before they begin.“You okay?” Kyungsoo asks, because sometimes Kai gets a little ahead of himself, overwhelmed.Kai lets himself catch his breath before exhaling one final, shaky breath and sitting up. “M’good, yeah.”Kyungsoo smiles at him. He loves his boy very much, he truly does, even though his boy is officially a man now, technically. “C’mhere,” Kyungsoo whispers quietly. “Come to me.”There’s barely a foot between their patio chairs, but Kai gets up on wobbly knees and settles down on Kyungsoo’s thighs, straddling him and taking another deep breath. “Don’t need prep,” he says confidently.Kyungsoo grins, grabbing Kai’s ass in his palms and squeezing, like a reminder. “I know.”Kai rolls his eyes and laughs just a little. He gets on his knees and slides up Kyungsoo’s body until he can wrap a hand around Kyungsoo’s throbbing cock and line it up against his entrance. Kyungsoo keeps his eyes on Kai’s the entire time, pupils blown wide and brows surprisingly not furrowed because this, riding Kyungsoo, is something Kai could do in his sleep, with an ease that only comes from years of eager repetition.He’s still cupping Kai’s cheeks, so Kyungsoo does him the favor of pulling his panties to the side - because they both know that there’s no way Kai’s taking them off. Kai’s entrance flutters when it gets in contact with the head of Kyungsoo’s cock and soon enough, before Kyungsoo can give himself a minute to welcome the impossibly tight heat, Kai is clenching around him and sinking down slowly, small increments at a time, barely giving himself a minute to adjust to the stretch. Kyungsoo knows from experience that Kai’s body must feel like it’s being ripped apart in two, but he also know how much Kai aches for that sensation, likes it to hurt, so he lets him bottom out to his rushed pleasure and watches in awe.“God, you feel good,” Kai whispers reverently. He closes his eyes, humming, and slowly starts to rock back and forth, grinding down in circles, giving himself a chance to build up his desperate rhythm.It’s a little ridiculous, Kyungsoo thinks, because they’d just fucked late this morning a few hours ago before they’d decided for a nap on the patio with Kyungsoo completely naked and Kai in his tiny little red birthday panties. Still, Kai is relentless and clenches around Kyungsoo’ cock like it’s been years since he’s been fucked, like every time is the first, the best, the last, and he’s not eager to stop quite yet.It is his birthday, after all. He’s allowed to be insatiable.Overwhelmed with affection, Kyungsoo lets go of his grip around Kai’s ass and pulls him down for a kiss. Kai presses his bruised lips against his hungrily, sucking on his tongue and preening when Kyungsoo wraps a hand around the back of his neck and scratches at his scalp lightly with something pride and unconditional adoration. Underneath the wet slide of their mouths Kyungsoo can faintly taste himself on Kai’s tongue, right next to the subtle hint of their strawberry lube.When they finally part for a gasp of air Kai puts his hands behind himself once more and starting to pull off and sink down, bouncing in his horribly languid pace, eyes still pleasantly closed. As he slides off, Kyungsoo can feel Kai’s fingers against the underside of his cock. Kai is gripping his cheeks, one in each large palm and pushing them apart, probably because of the panties. But Kyungsoo doesn’t doubt that Kai is squeezing roughly into his flesh with blunt nails for a separate purpose, too, and if his throbbing cock poking out from the panties is anything to go by, Kai’s probably only a few bounces away before he starts really losing himself.“Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” Kai cries as he picks up his speed and Kyungsoo starts thrusting upward, matching the snap of his hips. “Daddy,” he gasps, voice low and desperate. He hiccups, “Kyung-, fu-ck, please.”If they were anywhere else - on a tour bus, in a hotel room, in the toilets underneath a stage - Kyungsoo would have to clamp his hand over Kai’s mouth and tell him to quiet down, that good boys don’t curse; daddy doesn’t like foul mouths.But here, in their home by the ocean, Kyungsoo doesn’t want to do that. He wants Kai to be loud, to scream and beg and cry because there’s no one even remotely close to make them feel like they should be ashamed, to go running to a gossip blog, to tell them that their silly lust-ridden relationship isn’t worth risking an entire franchise for. Kyungsoo wants Kai to let himself go, to hear his own voice echo in their private space. This is their home. This is their home, and Kyungsoo loves his boy so much, would give up the entire world if he asked for it, so he absolutely refuses to hold him back, to restrict him, limit him as if there’s something dirty and shameful about the way their bodies pressed together feels like infinity.Kyungsoo grabs Kai by the hair and pulls him down for another kiss and this time it’s slower, hungrier, because Kyungsoo isn’t willing to stop. He never wants to forget the feel of Kai’s lips against his, hopes there’s never a day where he’ll have to.“Love you so much,” he pants, pecking and peppering Kai mouth with kisses.“Love—” Kai gets out before a shiver runs through his body and his shoulders shake. “Oh, God,” he cries, quickly picking up his pace as he keeps his angle where Kyungsoo’ cock brushes against his bundle of desperate nerves.Kyungsoo snaps his hips upward, feeling so bloody close himself, before he slides his legs to either side of the chair and slowly sits up, Kai still a whimpering mess in his arms. He continues kissing Kai, savoring the feeling of his soft, wet lips against his own and the way Kai’s lips are puffy and bruised. Kai wraps his long, bare legs around Kyungsoo, sitting up in his lap now and bouncing in concentration and he chases after his orgasm.“Daddy,” he whispers against Kyungsoo’s mouth quietly, hesitantly.Kyungsoo pecks his reddened lips in reassurance and hums, “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want.”Kai lets out a shaky breath, trying to collect himself. Silently, he moves an arm and brings it forward to entwine his fingers with Kyungsoo’s. He waits another second before guiding their locked hands behind his back, letting go and resting Kyungsoo’s palm against his right cheek as he keeps his grip on his left one. It’s a silent plea that has Kyungsoo opening up his eyes and putting a couple of inches between their bodies so he can look Kai in the eyes, get some sort of confirmation out of him.“Twenty,” is all that Kai says, head ducked as he slows down with his bouncing.The angle is a little tough, Kyungsoo will admit, with Kai placed securely on his lap, but there’s a spark in his belly that refuses to say no to Kai, not with the way his cock throbs inside his ass and Kai lets up an overwhelmed moan.“Twenty,” Kyungsoo repeats.Kai rests his forehead against the crook of Kyungsoo’s neck and nods. “Twenty.”“No moving, then,” Kyungsoo says in a voice much more forceful.Kai shakes his head quickly, “Won’t, won’t. Promise.”“Just gonna take all twenty with me inside of you, yeah? Gonna keep count?”Kai nods once more, breath catching at the images that flood his head. He squeezes his ass just once, digging his nail into the flesh.Kyungsoo leans back against the chair, thankful that the angle is enough to have Kai curving his ass up in the air, eagerly awaiting their birthday gift. Twenty is a big number, he thinks to himself, and they’ve never really gone past fifteen, but maybe this is their chance to see how much Kai’s soft skin can handle. How much Kai can handle.With Kyungsoo’s cock still inside him, Kai unwraps his legs and sets them flat on either side of the chair, just like Kyungsoo. He leans down and rests his chest against his Kyungsoo, confining his wet, lace-covered cock between their bodies. The rough fabric mixed with the hot pulsing of Kai’s cock feels so good against Kyungsoo’s bare stomach and he doesn’t know how Kai can keep from rubbing up against him, has to applaud him for just that much alone.Kai pries his left hand off his cheek and moves his fingers to where their bodies are connected. “Can I—?” Kai asks nervously. He pushes the tips of two fingers against the underside of Kyungsoo’s cock, like he’s making sure Kyungsoo doesn’t slide out in the midst of what’s about to occur.“Y-Yeah,” Kyungsoo says breathlessly.Kai nods once more and the two of them give themselves a moment to catch their breaths before they start.“M’ready,” Kai whispers, gulping.Kyungsoo clears his throat and takes a deep breath.The first smack is loud and fast, Kyungsoo quickly pulling his hand off Kai’s ass as soon as he’s spanked him. Kai tenses up against him, clenching his hole around Kyungsoo’ cock.“One,” he counts off obediently.For the next one Kyungsoo uses his left hand to slap Kai’s left cheek, the one still covered in lace where it's pushed aside to make way for Kyungsoo’s cock.“Two,” Kai counts, his voice low and throaty.Enjoying the way that Kai’s skin gets so hot against the lace, Kyungsoo gives the next three to that same cheek, back to back. His hand stings a bit at the end of it, but he can’t imagine what it must feel like for Kai, who’s fallen quiet.“How many,” Kyungsoo demands, and it's not a question.Kai gulps. “Three, four. Fi—”Kyungsoo brings his hand to the reddened skin before Kai can even finish, louder this time than all the previous slaps of skin.“Six,” Kai yells breathlessly. His hand shakes where his arm is stretched behind him, keeping Kyungsoo’s cock inside, the free one gripping Kyungsoo’ shoulder with white knuckles.Kyungsoo gives the next five just as quickly, alternating between each side. He delivers three on the right and the last two on the left, again. Kai continues counting them off, ready to collapse when he gets out a barely audible, “Eleven.” Kyungsoo makes sure to rub at the hot skin and caress it so it doesn’t burn too much, alleviating some of the pain if only to make the next smack that much more surprisingly painful. To his surprise Kai makes it to fourteen before he starts rutting against him, desperate for some friction on his cock and grinding his hips down for further, deeper,just a little, daddy, please.When Kyungsoo gives the fifteenth and sixteenth at the same time it’s not so much to please Kai as it is to punish him. His hands sting unbearably but he’s relentless with his force and the sound of the slaps almost drown out the cry that Kai lets out, but not quite.Kyungsoo presses his mouth to Kai’s ear and threatens, “Do you want to stop at sixteen?”Kai’s forehead is hot where it’s pressed against Kyungsoo’s collarbone. He shakes his head no, repeatedly, but his skin is slick with sweat and his eyes are tearing up, his hole clenching with a vice-like grip around Kyungsoo’ss cock like it refuses to be separated from it. Empty. He’s so close and his whole body is on fire, the air taking Kyungsoo’s side and stubbornly refusing to cool him off. Kai can feel the last rays of sunshine on his back, reminding him that although this is their home, their private property, they’re still fucking outside on their patio; he’s still got Kyungsoo’s cock up his ass and Kyungsoo’s handprints can probably still be seen on his cheeks from 30,000 feet up in the air.“Don’t stop,” Kai begs quietly, “M’gonna be good, promise. I swear, daddy. Sorry, sorry, plea—”He’s cut off by seventeen, a slap so sudden that Kyungsoo accidentally hits at part of Kai’s quivering, strained thigh.“How many?” Kyungsoo grits out. He’s starting to worry that Kai’s not going to make it to twenty, an uncharted territory, and he’s starting to doubt that he’ll be able to keep himself from coming, too, still wrapped up in Kai’s merciless heat. He needs to make the next few fast despite how much he and Kai both want to draw this out, because he refuses to let either one of them come before they hit twenty, quite literally.Kai sinks his teeth into Kyungsoo’s neck, right above his collarbone, and sucks with an open mouth. “Seventeen,” he mumbles into the skin.Kyungsoo eyes roll back and lids fall shut as he bares his neck for Kai. “Gonna make it to twenty, aren’t you?”Kai nods, lapping over his teeth marks with his tongue.“Gonna be a good birthday boy for daddy,” Kyungsoo hums in a daze, praising Kai, who preens and arches his back that much more, pressing himself even closer to Kyungsoo’s chest though it’s physically impossible at this point. “So good.”Eighteen comes with Kyungsoo’s left hand, eyes still closed and aim better this time. At the smack Kai bites into Kyungsoo's flesh with sharp teeth, muffling his throaty moan. It takes him a moment to slow down his breathing and will away the orgasm that’s begging for release.Kyungsoo’s neck is scattered with little imprints of teeth marks, blossoming an angry red color and slick with saliva and sweat when Kai pulls his mouth off to exhale quietly, “Eighteen.”And Kyungsoo so badly needs some friction on his cock that as soon as the number leaves Kai’s lips his hips buck up on their own accord, jostling Kai’s tense, clinging figure with a thrust. “Fuck,” he mutters angrily, both hands still cupping Kai’s reddened skin.Kyungsoo opens up his eyes and Kai picks his head up. The two of them lock eyes and for a moment they both acknowledge just how wrecked this has left them both, their cocks neglected and orgasms staved off for far too long.Kai, without a doubt, is having a much harder time with this, not having been able to calm his racing heart for even a couple of seconds since they’ve started, but he’s so determined, even with tears streaming from his eyes, that he grinds down on Kyungsoo’s lap, presses two fingers to the protruding vein on the underside of Kyungsoo’s cock, and arches his back so that his ass is just a little more presented, red and in the air with very little patience.Kyungsoo presses his mouth against Kai’s and sucks on his tongue as he flexes his right hand, planting nineteen with excitement and pride.Kai tenses up on his lap, barely getting out a, “Nine—,” before Kyungsoo gives him the final twentieth on his lace-covered left cheek, the hardest one of them all by a landslide. Kai sobs out a moan as he collapses against Kyungsoo's chest, incapable of even speaking.At the same moment that Kyungsoo gives him his twentieth birthday spanking he begins fucking up into Kai relentlessly. He snaps his hips and wraps his overheated, reddened hands around Kai’s thin waist and lifts him up and down, making sure they meet each other with every thrust. When Kyungsoo finally brushes against his prostate, Kai arches up and wraps his tired arms around Kyungsoo’s neck, panting heavily.Kai feels so unbearably exhausted and overwhelmed. His vision is blurry, skin stinging everywhere, senses on overdrive. But the combination of every little ache in his body rouses him, spurred on by the way Kyungsoo is splitting him in half, controlling his body like Kai’s so light, pliant and loose in his arms for Kyungsoo to handle like he’s weightless.And Kai wants to be so good for daddy, just like he’d promised, so he begins rocking his hips back and forth, clenching around Kyungsoo’s throbbing cock and bouncing on his own accord, yelling out profanities because no one can fucking stop him here. Not in their home.Kyungsoo’s not sure who comes first, but around the time that Kai yells out his fiftieth, “fuckfuckfuck, daddy,” Kyungsoo feels his orgasm wash over him like the waves that crash against the shore, vision going white and sparks exploding against his eyelids when he squeezes them shut. He comes forever, it feels like, filling Kai up without an apology, but Kai does so, too, marking both their chests with hot, white streaks.“Fuck,” Kyungsoo exhales when he finally catches his breath. He slides out slowly, feeling Kai’s hole pulse around him and flutter at the loss when he’s finally out.Kai slumps against Kyungsoo’s chest and pants for a few moments. He can’t feel his bones, can barely get himself to open up his eyes, but there’s come on his belly, come in his ass, tear streaks on his cheeks, and sweat everywhere. He feels a bit disgusting and a lot like he’s on cloud nine, unable to keep the droopy grin off his face. If he could physically get himself to move he’d jump into the ocean right now, just like this, but he’s entirely dead weight as it is. He’d probably sink straight down like the anchor on his wrist, he thinks, attached to Kyungsoo’s body.Kyungsoo, thankfully, wraps Kai up in his arms and holds him close. “Still with me, baby?” he whispers into his hair.“Mmm,” Kai nods lazily. “S’good. Feel dirty.”Kyungsoo laughs, “Want me to clean you up?” He digs his knuckles into the small of Kai’s back, trying to relieve some of the tension that must have amounted from all his obscene arching.“Don’t wanna move,” Kai grumbles, burying his face against his neck and sighing contentedly.Kyungsoo looks down at him and for a moment it kind of dawns on him that Kai is twenty now. Twenty whole years old and no longer a teenager. Everything in his life since Kai came along has moved at warp speed, it seems, and Kyungsoo can barely wrap his mind around where the time has gone; how the fuck Kai managed to become twenty whole years old without so much as addressing Kyungsoo about it first.It’s ridiculous, he thinks, but he realizes then that he’s loved so many versions of Kai in the years they’ve had each other. Kyungsoo’s loved so many versions of Kai; the Kai the gossip blogs think they know, the Kai the fans think they know, the Kai the other members of Exo knows, the Kai their families know.There’s just so much to Kai, almost like God - or whatever greater being that gifted Kyungsoo with this boy - had accidentally added a little too much of everything when making him, giving him something that everyone wants a bite of.There are so many layers and versions and parts of Kai that Kyungsoo has gotten the chance to know, taken a bite out of, and loved. All because Kai had been willing to let him; had been willing to give himself to Kyungsoo in his entirety without so much as a second thought. Fate and soulmates, they always say, but now Kai is twenty and Kyungsoo isn’t sure what’s waiting for him in the next twelve months. But if there’s any part of his life that Kyungsoo doesn’t doubt, it’s that Kai is his, solely, and that Kai will love him for many years to come, past twenty years old and thirty-five years old, and hopefully until ninety-eight years old.“Happy birthday, baby,” Kyungsoo whispers quietly.The sun has nearly set now and there’s finally a cool breeze rolling in. The ocean is constant at the shore and Kai is heavy on his chest, like home.“Twenty,” says Kai in sleepy daze.Kyungsoo takes a deep breath. “Twenty, yeah.”“Feels good, doesn't it?”“Definitely.”They’re going to get uncomfortable soon and Kai will no doubt start whining about the come still in his ass - and then he’ll whine about his ruined birthday panties, Kyungsoo, gosh - but for just this moment they’re good.Kyungsoo will eventually clean them up, kiss Kai’s bruised and aching and reddened skin, and they’ll go for a dip in the ocean when it gets darker and cooler, only coming out when their skin is pruney and lips bruised all over again from salty kisses. Kai will make dinner in nothing but celebratory forest green panties and Kyungsoo will put their dirtied sheets and panties and shorts into the wash and they’ll go to bed, eventually, worn out and blissfully welcoming twenty.