ticket to the moon

lee jihoon noun. seventeen. sixth year. hufflepuff. muggle-born. brother. future undetermined.

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( sms : 이지훈 ) finish your class quickly ( sms : 이지훈 ) I'm bored

( text  →  #1004 ) its going as fast as it can ;;( text  →  #1004 ) i miss you too <3

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( ‘ Jaewon yawns, getting tired of the book and rather, getting interested in the person beside him, smiling silently while trying to hide his happiness together with the beat of his chest. He nods when the younger repeats and questions about being thirsty, biting his lip to prevent himself from saying anything beyond having a normal drink; he’s a maniac after all, and he wonders why Jihoon isn’t crept out by the fact that he has a mountain stash of porn in his room ) I’d rather spend the night with you than studying ( ‘ he says, in all honesty, slipping his wand silently out of his robe pocket and flicking it against the air; and cue them now on the astronomy tower, hot cups of chocolate each beside them as students down start chanting for the fireworks show to start ) I guess someone magically transported us here ( ‘ he lies the fact that he’s been practicing this kind of spell just for this. He looks through the sky, arm over the younger’s shoulder as he tugs Jihoon closer ) 

( / the burn of red in jihoon’s cheeks is undeniable after jaewon’s words: ‘i’d rather spend the night with you than studying’. a flush of his heart against the inside of his ribs, a tremor of his hand and his lashes fluttering as he tries to read the older boys expression. to find the answers of what that meant and realizing it didn’t matter. jihoon would go with him, jihoon would fold in happily to the slytherin boy. ) “me too..” ( / admitted softly. ) ( / the suddenness of the change causes jihoon to jerk forward, to twist his body and for his lips to brandish a smile as he looked around the inside of the astronomy tower. a perfect place for the fireworks, a perfect place for coca, a perfect place to sit in admiration of the boy next to him. ) “i guess they did.” ( / he plays along, stifling a laugh behind his hand and easily being pulled into jaewon. never once had he thought this would happen, never once could he imagine something so utterly breathtaking. his brown orbs lit up as he glances up at jaewon, tucks his head into his shoulder and wraps an arm around his waist. ) “its got a good view though. a really, really handsome view.” ( / second hand curling into the front of jaewon’s shirt, peeking up and biting his lip. ) “really handsome.”

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the piano notes of chopin had been jihoon’s favourite sound until he heard jaewon’s moan fill the air. they burned up in him, like sparks landing on the gasoline in his skin and he was rushed with a flush of heat, of want, of addiction. all he wanted was more, to hear jaewon again ( and over again ) and louder and hinted with the edges of his pleasure ( and then consumed by it ) and he’d never felt so utterly driven to touch and claim every piece of the slytherin boy that he could.

one hand clutches onto the older boys hip, eyes seared with water that he blinks away and a stifled, hot moan exhaled around jaewon’s member. every attempt to relax, to take in more, to slide his lips further down and leave a claim on the skin. a soft sting from the fingers in his hair, earning another whimpers moan.

when he peeks up, jihoon is taken by the shine across jaewon’s skin, the sticky dark mess of hair, the way his chest moves with hasty breaths. every word he’s ever written does nothing to describe how there’s a tug in his abdomen and he only wants to reach up, to pull jaewon in and go further, give in; give everything to him. impulsive need winding up inside him.

webs of saliva linger on jihoon’s lips as switches between flicking and darting his tongue over the tip of jaewon’s member, and bobbing his head in an increasing pace, letting the head nudge at the back of his throat over and over. moans and whimpers excelling in escaping from his lips in response to every word jaewon gives. lewd sucking and slurping noises coming from him shamelessly.

his fingers slipping up, his knees digging into the mattress as he pulls himself higher and tries to unravel jaewon, taste every inch of him with the slip of his tongue and suck of his mouth along it in. 

( jaewon is his. he’s his. he’s his. )

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( sms : 이지훈 ) babe ( sms : 이지훈 ) are you tired of me yet?

( text  →  #1004 ) yep. thats why im curled in your bed. exhausted.( text  →  #1004 ) i’m not tired of you. <3( text  →  #1004 ) your bed smells nice. i like your smile.

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( ‘ He takes a quick peek at Jihoon, who seems to be snuggling like a cat that he is– and he tries not to be happy too much. But he’s helpless because looking at the younger feels like he’s looking at the stars, counting the years he swears he wants them to spend together; a foolish and selfish wish. He coughs softly, hopes the other wouldn’t be able to hear the beat of his heart or at least, hopes the sound would make Jihoon happy. But there he is, anticipating another kiss with a smile that grows in every distance decreasing between them ) ow! mmm… ( ‘ he reacts, a shot of sensation waving throughout his whole body; he likes this, he likes him. ) but i’m tired… ( ‘ he mumbles, resting his head back on Jihoon’s shoulder, free hand adjusting the younger’s scarf to press intimate kisses on his lover’s Jihoon’s now exposed skin; a receive and a give kind of thing. But he pauses ) I’m so thirsty– ( ‘ he finds himself saying, almost a whisper, laughing softly afterwards ) let’s go get hot coffee? cocoa? milk? 

( ‘ / jaewon’s reaction to the bite is cute, but more than anything, it burns a blush and a sense of nervousness through jihoon. he worries in the aftermath if he had done wrong. that the slytherin boy would dislike being bitten -- but the older moves on, mumbles and leans into him. a soft sigh of relief so quickly smothered out by the prickle of cool air to his neck, burnt away by the kisses. his eyes sinking shut as he instinctively tilts his head. ) you don’t seem tired. ( ‘ / its a breath more than spoken. jihoons fingers curling and grazing down jaewons thighs. ) thirsty? ( ‘ / there were flashes of other thoughts on his mind until he heard jaewon begin to listen drinks; actual drinks. no euphemism for anything else but. his heart pattered as he flushed. ) “coca sounds nice.” ( / he nibbles on the inside of his lip as he glances from the books and to jaewon. ) “but only if you make sure you finish studying. you have to promise me.”

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it’s beautiful. 

jaewon’s voice whining, slipping under the weight the hot air of their breathing and his fingers trickling cold tingles down jihoon’s spine. the hufflepuffs hazel orbs gaze up at jaewon, taking in the glistening sight of his body and the plead that’s on his lips. messy hair sticking to his forehead and both their lips pink, swollen with use and intention writhing in jihoons fingers. 

every time his brother had mentioned how good it was to make out with some hot girl, to take them to bed -- the hufflepuff had turned his ears off and now suddenly he understood. he grasped the wanted for more, the craving simmering in his skin, the anticipation building up in his stomach as he leans back, stripping the fabric down jaewon’s legs until they were dropped aside. 

his hands slip along the inside of jaewon’s thighs, followed by the litter of tiny kisses that he leaves with wistfulness and an increasing eagerness to fulfill every pleading want of the slytherin boy. a growingly brazen and uncontrollable instinct that draws his fingers around the base of the olders member and his lips over the head. with eyes closed and cheeks dusted with a shade of pink, he begins to tentatively bob his head.

( its odd, salty, hot -- thrilling. heart pounding in his chest. )

he’s on his hands and knees between jaewon’s legs, locks messy on his head and naked skin under the warm glow of the lights. one hand against the inside of jaewon’s thighs, knees pressed into the mattress and head dipping forward more. a soft cough and a splutter when he takes in more than he can handle; and his nervous strokes his fingers over jaewon to hide his actions.

a shy peek up, wondering if his tongue against the tip feels good; if the hard suck hollowing his cheeks is right; if he’s making jaewon moan, if he’s getting him off, if he’s any good at all. 

( his heart throbbing against his ear with hope; it’s all he wants. jaewon, jaewon, jaewon moaning and writhing and weak for him. )

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( sms : 이지훈 ) you're so hard to get ( sms : 이지훈 ) where are you? ( sms : 이지훈 ) suddenly I just want to ditch this ( sms : 이지훈 ) baaaabe

( / fiddles with the phone as he smiles to himself. )

( text  →  #1004 ) i don’t think so( text  →  #1004 ) i’m in my bed( text  →  #1004 ) but you shouldn’t ditch. you’ll get in more trouble

( / bites lip. )

( text  →  #1004 ) but i can’t stop you if you really want to

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( sms : 이지훈 ) believe me, i'm trying to focus ( sms : 이지훈 ) and you know why I can't ( ' reads the last two texts and tries not to smile in victory ) ( sms : 이지훈 ) Aye me! sad hours seem long. This sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours ( ' he quotes )

( / gnaws on his bottom lip as he waits for a reply. )

( text  →  #1004 ) because you have a horrible attention span? lol.

( / rubs away the blush in his cheeks, trying to be annoyed. )

( text  →  #1004 ) are you going to quote shakespeare to me until you finish?( text  →  #1004 ) or until you get into my pants?

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( sms : 이지훈 ) I hate detention work ( sms : 이지훈 ) it keeps me from you ( sms : 이지훈 ) I miss the taste of your lips ( sms : 이지훈 ) and your scent ( sms : 이지훈 ) and everything else

( / he sits up higher, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve; skin heating at the words he reads and ducking his head down instinctively. )

( text  →  #1004 ) you shouldn’t break the rules then( text  →  #1004 ) even if its kind of attractive that you do [deleted]( text  →  #1004 ) and you should be focusing on detention( text  →  #1004 ) not me

( / his complaints leave him biting his lip. he likes that jaewon is thinking of him, missing him. even if he pretends not to. )

( text  →  #1004 ) come to my room after( text  →  #1004 ) i’ll help you not miss me

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( sms : 이지훈 ) because you like stuff like this so I gave it a try ( sms : 이지훈 ) ahhhh I really miss you right now

( / smiles wider, trying to hide it behind his hand as he types )

( text  →  #1004 ) i like poetry. its like music lyrics. a story of emotions. or something.( text  →  #1004 ) i miss you too. ( text  →  #1004 ) i really want to kiss you...

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( sms : 이지훈 ) My bounty is as boundless as the sea ( sms : 이지훈 ) My love as deep; the more I give to thee ( sms : 이지훈 ) The more I have, for both are infinite ( sms : 이지훈 ) Romeo and Juliet is such a nice read

( ‘ he smiles at the messages, biting his lip as he texts back. )

( text  →  #1004 ) you’re cute (:( text  →  #1004 ) why are you reading that?( text  →  #1004 ) do you like that kind of stuff?

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( / it’s overwhelming cute how straight jaewon’s back gets, how he sits up to play like an attentive student and it’s jihoon’s turn to lean over, looping one arm to slip around behind the slytherin boy. one finger absentmindedly tracing a finger between the tallers shoulder blades. a smile twitching in the corner of his mouth as his cheek presses to jaewon’s arm, watching him flip the pages. ) “ah, really..” ( / he exhales in korean, disbelieving at the olders antics, listening to him count and glancing at the fingers tapping to his revealed skin. one of his own hands lifting, fingers combing through jaewon’s dark strands before he leans in – and sinks his sharp teeth. marking and releasing. a hot chuckle and a kiss pressed to sooth over. ) “you’re meant to read it properly..” ( / he noses softly at the warm skin, inhaling the scent; growing so familiar and comforting. ) “read it again.” 

( ‘ He takes a quick peek at Jihoon, who seems to be snuggling like a cat that he is– and he tries not to be happy too much. But he’s helpless because looking at the younger feels like he’s looking at the stars, counting the years he swears he wants them to spend together; a foolish and selfish wish. He coughs softly, hopes the other wouldn’t be able to hear the beat of his heart or at least, hopes the sound would make Jihoon happy. But there he is, anticipating another kiss with a smile that grows in every distance decreasing between them ) ow! mmm… ( ‘ he reacts, a shot of sensation waving throughout his whole body; he likes this, he likes him. ) but i’m tired… ( ‘ he mumbles, resting his head back on Jihoon’s shoulder, free hand adjusting the younger’s scarf to press intimate kisses on his lover’s Jihoon’s now exposed skin; a receive and a give kind of thing. But he pauses ) I’m so thirsty– ( ‘ he finds himself saying, almost a whisper, laughing softly afterwards ) let’s go get hot coffee? cocoa? milk? 

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( / a smile is lingering on jihoon’s lips as he hears jaewon’s reaction to his attack, his fingers soothing down the slytherin boys lower back as he noses gently at where his teeth left a mark and he hums in response to the complaint about being tired; his own body straightening, accepting the weight of jaewon’s without a question. ) “you..” ( / the sentence slips from him when theres cold air prickling his skin and then heat; the brush of jaewon’s lips upon his sensitive skin and his breathing becomes shallow as he nods in agreement, unable to process anything else but the way he feels a mixture of happiness and something else spread through him. ) “because you’re tired.” ( / he murmurs, glancing at jaewon. his bottom lip bitten onto as he curls his fingers into the front of jaewon’s shirt and pulls him in for another kiss. a longer one, lingering and filled with affection as he pulls away, smiling and moving to climb up. his gaze averted elsewhere. ) “cocoa sounds good.” ( / ‘with marshmallows’ mumbled to himself, abashed by his own tastes. )

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( sms : 이지훈 ) please don't get tired of me ( sms : 이지훈 ) ah, that was a wrong send !!

( / the first message furrows in jihoon’s brow, confusion setting in on the second. )

( text  →  #1004 ) i won’t get tired of you, i promise <3 [deleted!]( text  →  #1004 ) ah, check who you’re sending it to first!( text  →  #1004 ) and you are pretty exhausting :)( text  →  #1004 ) constantly clinging, needing a thousand kisses( text  →  #1004 ) maybe that’s why i don’t want to move once i’m with you( text  →  #1004 ) too tired, too exhausted. lol.

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( ‘ He swears he can stay like this forever, snuggling nearer, heart racing– every ounce of denial and acceptance clouding the way he thinks. If it isn’t much of an obvious reply of an ‘I want you’ that Jaewon bites his tongue, he’s not that straightforward. So, he stands straight back, like an attentive preschooler waiting for his candy. He flips through the pages, faking the way his eyes trails through the text ) ten, nine, eight… ( ‘ he cheats, continues flipping through the pages ) five, four ( ‘ he chants, finger tapping against the exposed skin of his neck, just below his ear ) three, two– ( ‘ and he smiles, waits for his reward the second he says one ) 

( / it’s overwhelming cute how straight jaewon’s back gets, how he sits up to play like an attentive student and it’s jihoon’s turn to lean over, looping one arm to slip around behind the slytherin boy. one finger absentmindedly tracing a finger between the tallers shoulder blades. a smile twitching in the corner of his mouth as his cheek presses to jaewon’s arm, watching him flip the pages. ) “ah, really..” ( / he exhales in korean, disbelieving at the olders antics, listening to him count and glancing at the fingers tapping to his revealed skin. one of his own hands lifting, fingers combing through jaewon’s dark strands before he leans in -- and sinks his sharp teeth. marking and releasing. a hot chuckle and a kiss pressed to sooth over. ) “you’re meant to read it properly..” ( / he noses softly at the warm skin, inhaling the scent; growing so familiar and comforting. ) “read it again.” 

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there’s something mocking in jaewon’s agreement ( or at least that’s how the sensitive hufflepuff interprets the smile on his lips ), it irritates the edges of jihoon’s mind and his nose crinkles with a determination to make the other forget about anyone else his been with, to be left breathless and weak; to claim the expanse of jaewon’s ability to feel pleasure and makes it his own. he could do that. he could do that, he might be able to do that.. it’s all he wants to do right then.

( make jaewon his. )

his wavering confidence strengthens when his name is moaned into the air, heat flushed in his skin as he bites the inside of his lip and brown hues meet jaewon’s at the challenge. fingertips and lips conquering every contour of the older boys body, a hot breath against the warm skin, wet tongue grazing over the pink again in reply to the plea. it was so sweet, so affectionate; he wanted to hear it over and over again.

but jaewon leaves him weak, and so quickly his heart races at the compliment, gaze averting as he begins to trail kisses lower. his lips grazing down the subtle dips of jaewon’s chest and nipping at the definition of his stomach; teeth and tongue and lips. one hand cupping over the firm outline of the olders clothed member, squeezing as he murmurs against the skin. “how about now?”

a bite of his own lip and a dash of his lashes as he glances up.

jihoon’s tongue wetting his own lips as he slips lower, open mouth molding over the tip jaewon’s hardening length; sucking, kissing, leaving a faint dampness across fabric. his cheeks burned with a blush at his own actions, craving the response as the tips of his fingers curled into the waist, beginning to drag away the last piece of clothing that either of them had on. 

every chance for the slytherin to stop him, and every hope that he wouldn’t.