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[ccxsiwon-blog]

I want the k pleaseeeeeee

4: Forehead Kiss

Knowledge blinked, looking at the other.

“Well... If you really want it that much.” Knowledge sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you want a kiss this much, I will do so.”

Grabbing the male by the head, Knowledge leaned in to place a kiss on the Aries’s forehead.

Of course... He added the knowledge of roughly three hours of ram mating rituals with his kiss.

[ccxjin-blog]

i want the k

13: Stomach Kiss

{ game of thrones au }

“they’ll find out,” jin reminds him, lying on his stomach, cheek resting against hoseok’s arm. there’s slender fingers drawing patterns on his shoulder; it almost lulls him into some kind of peace that’s almost impossible to find here in king’s landing. he presses his lips against the flesh of that arm, soft as ever. “let’s just go home.”

“high garden is your home, ser jin.” he laughs at that, though there’s no mirth to be had. jin doesn’t understand the difference yet; he’s younger, less well-versed in the ways of the royal court. the sheets are just as soft. they have servants in high garden, too. the only difference is that people in king’s landing seem more...treacherous. jin expected this, of course, but not of hoseok.

“mm. am i not your home, too?” jin asks coyly, lifting his head and tracing the lines on hoseok’s face with his own eyes: admiring the sun while it’s out, before it has to hide behind heavy clouds and dark clothes again.

for now there isn’t anything between them, and jin can be here longer, kissing and kissing and kissing, skin marred with love and life and everything else in between.

jin’s mouth pauses at his stomach, and licks along every muscled ridge and dip and plane and curve, biting just above his belly button. this earns him an amused laugh.

“lower?”

“...lower.”

[ccyoongi-blog]

* blast from the past

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there’s hardly anything as annoying as sensing a card when you’re outside, especially if you just happen to be in the middle of a crowd. yoongi clicks his tongue in annoyance, taking off his earphones and stopping in his tracks to take a look around. were it just a lingering feeling and yoongi would most likely ignore it and walk back home because he simply does not feel like dealing with this right now, but it’s a strong, distracting one and yoongi was certain he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it if he just pushed it aside and went on with his day.

naturally, the next step is to search; unfortunately these oh so amazing magical hero senses don’t allow you to actually tell apart where a card is when they’ve taken a human form to blend in, but yoongi has learnt to observe his surroundings. there’s always something peculiar about the way cards behave, be it fascination with things around them or anything that just makes them act out of the ordinary. 

his pace is faster now as he walks down the street, the bothering sensation growing stronger with each step and eyes skipping through every person in search of the slightest hint. it’s so strong now that the card has to be really close, he knows it, he’s certain, and he is so determined that his fast pace causes him to bump into a taller person the moment he turns around the corner. “shit- i’m sorry,” he mumbles quickly, ready to just push past and keep going - when he takes a glance at the other boy and feels himself freeze in place. he can only stare, shock suddenly taking over and no, it can’t be.

“—hoseok?”

[ccxjimin]

I want the k, please and thank you.

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9. Jawline Kiss

He knew Hoseok hated when he did this-- he wasn’t even supposed to be behind the bar, club rules, but no one enforced them other than the bartender himself and even then he did a piss poor job sometimes. 

Like now for example. 

Jimin had weaseled himself under the other’s arm. It was a little bit before opening time and he has finished getting ready a bit early so the only thing to so in his right mind was bug his favorite bartender. 

“Hoseokie.” Jimin hums, putting on his best little puppy dog look that Hoseok knew was an all out lie. “Just give me a shot-- pease.” 

One other thing that was usually poorly enforced in the club was Jimin’s drinking. He has a terrible, terrible, tolerance despite doing what he does and usually he doesn’t drink, but you know. Some nights are just harder than others. 

Nuzzling into the other’s neck he whines, fingers tugging at the fabric of Hoseok’s shirt. The bartender never did seem all too bothered by Jimin’s bareness and sinful looking get up tonight (he broke out the metallic booty shorts again. The really, really tiny ones with a few well-placed cut-outs. They were a crowd favorite.) 

Though he did feel a little hitch of breath when he upped the ante and pressed soft lips to skin peeking out of Hoseok’s shirt collar, tongue peeking out and slowly climbing up over his jaw until he could press a tempting kiss to the corner of the other’s lips. 

“C’mon... just let me drink a little tonight.... I’ll give you a blowjob or something.”