#Something about seeing him so raw and uncut is soothing to me

[averageanonymous]

Summary: In the aftermath of Aziraphale’s return to Heaven, Crowley plays the piano to chase away the silence.

i.e. I chronically have Crowley playing the piano on the brain. Today, that resulted in an angsty drabble.

Words: 642

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His apartment is dark, swathed in heavy silence that echoes off the empty caverns in his own soul. It's been too long. Too long with no sound but the trickle of a fountain, no voice but that which resides only in his mind. Now, he begins to feel it. The quiet - always before a numbing, soothing comfort - is beginning to crush him.

He approaches the large mahogany instrument tucked into the corner of his study, runs a hand over its surface, breathes. Years since he last played. Years since he wanted to.

His heart aches.

He doesn't want music.

Not really.

Whatever is broken in him relishes the quiet, the stillness.

No, he doesn't want music. But…he thinks he might need it.

So he slides onto the bench, eases back the fallboard, and lifts his hands. Black and white keys gleam under dim lights. He hesitates. His hands hover, silent, over ivory.

Finally, after what might be hours or only seconds, when the silence beneath his fingers begins to feel like agony, he settles on the keys and releases a single chord. Its sound rings into the emptiness and lingers there like a question. A pause. A breath. Then, gently, softly, slowly, notes like butterflies begin to lift from the keys. A few at first, then more, dozens upon dozens, until something begins to take shape beneath his hands.

He doesn't think about the melody that flows through him. It's nothing he has played before, nothing he has heard or seen. It has a life of its own; as though it has always existed, raw and pure as uncut diamond. The melody and harmony wind and twist through him, singing to his anguish with a beauty so sharp it cuts like a knife.

The music crescendos. He feels his soul lift with it, feels the weight of his misery, his loneliness, begin to slough away with each measure. Not enough to save him. But enough to keep him going. So he does. He plays and plays and plays.

He doesn't know where this ends. Part of him hopes it never does. Now that the music has chased it away, he finds that he dreads the silence waiting for him on the other side. That silence which drowns him and calls it solace. But that's all that is left to him, isn't it. And after all, what is the point anymore? This interminable existence, untethered from any harbor, adrift without anchor. The only thing that made it worth it, made it mean something, is gone from him, gone to a place he cannot follow. He is alone, here, alone-

His muscles quiver with exertion, his breath shallow, his heart racing. He feels himself losing the thread of the melody, feels it unraveling like loose thread from an unfinished tapestry. Something like panic grips him.

Suddenly, he strikes a wrong chord, and it's dissonance shatters what was left of the song, jarring him to his bones. He glares at the keys, breath heaving in his lungs, and with a snarl, drags his hands down the keyboard, a violent spray of discord flung after the ghost of the music that has left him wrung out and defeated on the piano's bench.

After precious few moments, the sound of his anger dissipates as thoroughly as the song, and he is left again in utter silence.

Silence.

He draws closed the fallboard, careful not to let it make a noise.

He slides away from the bench, away from the instrument, out of the room.

He lies down on his couch, the quiet wrapped around him like a cocoon. He lies there for hours (or days or weeks) and it doesn't matter. Eventually, the silence takes him deep enough that even his thoughts grow quiet, and finally, finally, he sleeps.

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Thanks for reading!

This sort of thing falls into the category of me just sitting down with a picture in my mind (or maybe a comic strip) and trying to write it in a way that captures the feeling of what I'm seeing. In my brain. I rarely succeed 🙄

[issanotherkthot]

Yongguk zipping down the road on his moped

[taintjisung]

[17:31] minsung

kinks: first time, nipple play, a little oral

words: 3592

top: jisung

enjoy some cute awkward minsung <3

“let’s watch running man,” minho smiled to himself, reaching for the remote.

“i’m watching this,” jisung protested, grabbing it back. “it’s funny.”

minho scoffed. “how do you enjoy a comedy show with subtitles? it’s all about the expressions, the inflections, the—“

“speak english,” jisung shrugged arrogantly, and minho narrowed his eyes, trying to get the remote back. jisung’s grip was firm, though, and the two playfully wrestled for the device. minho was standing slightly over jisung, and he put one knee down on the couch to hold his balance. jisung, seeing a window, yanked the remote back, and accidentally pulled minho into his lap, the boy sitting directly above his...

oh, god, he was hard. or, semi? minho couldn’t tell, he could just feel jisung’s... pushing...

“u-um,” minho laughed awkwardly. “you can have the, uh...”

jisung’s hands came to minho’s sides, the remote falling onto the couch as he held him in place where he was straddling him.

both boys were beyond nervous as minho, as hesitantly and un-smoothly as he possibly be, reached down to kiss his boyfriend. it’s not that they hadn’t kissed before, they certainly had. made out, even. it was that minho had never straddled jisung before, and jisung had never held his hips like that before. both of them knew the underlying motive there as they deepened the kiss, minho awkwardly apologising as he bit the younger boy’s lip.

“i, um...” jisung slid his hands beneath minho’s shirt a tad, “i liked that.”

minho grinned and took the boy’s bottom lip between his teeth again, hands starting to roam his body as well.

jisung pulled minho closer suddenly, and his crotch collided with his thigh, making him let out a sharp gasp. he groaned and rolled his hips against his again, growing more frustrated that their clothes restricted him from finding the right place to push down on. even more so that jeans hurt to be so hard in, especially so quickly. and as jisung’s lips questioningly touched his neck, he knew what he wanted.

“jisung, i wanna go all the way,” minho breathed into the kiss, and jisung smirked; “i figured.”

“shut up,” minho mumbled shyly, and jisung rolled his eyes, standing him back up off the couch.

“come on, let’s take this to the bedroom.”

minho followed him like a puppy and tackled him onto the bed, and jisung immediately flipped them over and started eagerly kissing down his neck.

“calm down baby, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years,” he laughed.

“sorry, i’m just...” he reached for the hem of minho’s shirt, “excited. really excited, i didn’t think you’d be ready so soon.”

for a moment the sexual tension was gone and the two shared a sweet kiss, remembering why they were here in the first place. they weren’t just boyfriends; they were best friends, lovers, and as awkward this first time was indefinitely going to be they got to share it with each other, and that’s all that mattered now.

minho sat up slightly to let jisung pull his shirt off, then did the same to him, and they shivered at the cold air on their exposed skin as they searched for the warmth in each other’s.

jisung had an idea. he brought his hand against minho’s chest and gently pressed the pads of his fingertips onto his right nipple. minho let out a soft gasp, and jisung put more pressure, taking the hardening bud between his fingers. his lips left minho’s and slowly trailed along his chin, down his neck, and the elder prepared for what he knew was coming; jisung wrapped his pretty pink lips around his nipple, and minho’s hands grabbed at jisung’s hair in response. he had no idea he liked it, but with the way jisung’s mouth worked so almost professionally he couldnt help but reach to unbutton his jeans, sliding the zipper down as he reached below the fabric to palm himself.

“feels that good, huh?” jisung grinned, hands roaming minho’s chest firmly. “stay right here, i’ll go get the, um... stuff.”

minho hummed in response and jisung hurried to the bathroom, his heart racing faster than his feet. he grabbed onto the edge of the sink, eyes darting around for which cabinet had what he was looking for. he jumped up onto the toilet lid and opened the cupboard above it, reaching toward the back. beneath the first aid kit was the box he was looking for; it was rather fancy and still unopened, a gift from chris as he saw them making out on the couch. he’d gotten embarrassed and simply said, “stay safe,” before leaving the room with red cheeks.

jisung grinned as the memory ran over in his head, and he pressed his uncut nail into the tape to break it in half before opening the top. inside was a set of condoms and a little bottle of lube which he took, leaving the empty box on the sink.

he stopped right before the door, taking in a deep breath to calm himself. then, he opened the door again and headed inside.

his mouth fell open as he took in what he was seeing. minho’s pants were already on the floor as he slowly moved two fingers inside himself, face flushed with an expression of utter bliss across his red cheeks.

“hy-hyung,” jisung breathed, head in a knot between embarrassment and eagerness, feeling himself grow in his pants as he approached the bed. minho’s eyes followed him, opening more as he came closer, but his legs stayed closed nervously. he watched jisung’s eyes as his knees brought him up onto the bed, not breaking eye contact both from the tension and from the amazement. the amazement he felt with the way jisung’s eyes changed. the way they transformed from their beautiful, deep, chocolate shade into a dark, lustful black, barely reflecting any light as the items in his hand dropped onto the bed, his hands coming to his knees.

“open,” he demanded, and minho’s face grew hotter as he stopped moving. “are you scared?”

minho nodded, lips parted slightly as he drew in a shaky breath. “i-i’m nervous.”

“don’t worry,” jisung soothed, eyes down at his finger as he ran it slowly along minho’s knee. “i’ll make you feel so good you’ll regret being so nervous. i’ll make you see stars if you let me.”

minho let go of the hold through his thighs and jisung grinned with a soft, “good boy,” before gently pushing them apart, taking in an eyeful of what he had to work with.

what he had to work with was probably the prettiest dick he’d ever seen. it was so small, barely four inches, but grew by the moment in his hand. the head was so pretty and pink, the shaft not overly veiny or thick. he rubbed his thumb over it as he marvelled at the sight, really taking in what he saw.

“stop staring,” minho spoke softly, pulling his knees up shyly, but jisung held them in place.

“minnie...” he cooed. “your cock is so pretty. stop hiding it. let me see.”

minho obeyed and jisung leant down. “may i?” he asked simply, and as the boy nodded, he gently parted his lips over the head, taking it into his mouth and enjoying the taste. it was sweet and warm where it sat on his tongue, and he closed the space further that minho clearly reacted well to. as he reached up and closed his fingers around his nipple once again, he could practically see the shivers run up his body; he let out a shaky gasp, back arching off the bed slightly as he grabbed onto his boyfriend’s hair, so desperate, so needy for more.

jisung couldn’t help but smile at how pretty minho sounded. and to think how they got here, minho’s first words to jisung being mocking his accent. nothing romantic like most couples, something that should have put a negative sticker right onto minho’s forehead, but it didn’t. jisung heard that minho tended to act cold to new people and it was his goal to make him open up and find what was inside. and it was by far his best decision; what was inside was a shy, sensitive little boy who loved cuddling and baking and kittens. and here, taking the sensitive part to its extreme as he moaned so loudly for jisung, moans that made his stomach do flips, his knees turn to jelly, that made him so unbelievably hard it hurt to be dressed any longer.

how sensitive he seemed combined with that he had been fingering himself prior, he knew the cute boy would cum too quickly for his liking this way anyway. he released with a pop, watching as minho replaced his mouth with his hand, and got to his knees on the bed in front of him as he unbuttoned his jeans.

“i wanna, i wanna,” minho breathed, pushing his hands away and touching the button himself. his mouth came to the fabric and with his teeth he removed the button, bringing down the zipper the same way. with both hands he pulled the jeans down, then eagerly advanced to his pants. he placed his open mouth right on top of the bulge that protruded the cute paw print boxers, and jisung had enough. he removed both the articles and threw them to the floor, and in moments he had minho pinned down by the wrists.

“you’re taking so long it aches.”

“you don’t like foreplay, do you?” minho hummed, and jisung smirked in response; “i can’t wait to fuck you, don’t make me.”

he eagerly reached for the condom he’d grabbed and tore open the package— he ripped it. stuttering, he put his foot down on the floor, about to turn back to grab another when minho grabbed it out of his hand and threw it across the room.

“you’re clean, i’m clean, no one can get pregnant, and you’re gonna keep breaking them with how much testosterone is in your goddamn system,” minho laughed. “do it raw, pussy.”

minho wasn’t usually so assertive. jisung’s lips were parted in shock as his eyes moved back to him from the broken condom on the floor, and he gulped as he steadied himself back onto the bed.

he lined himself up against minho’s entrance. “ready?”

“lube,” he reminded, and jisung stuttered out an embarrassed, “right,��� as he reached for the bottle that sat beside his foot. he accidentally poured too much onto his hand, a bit spilling onto minho, who gasped at how cold it was on his bare skin.

“sorry, sorry!” jisung quickly apologised, and minho covered his face with both hands. they knew the first time would be awkward, but this was just painful. especially with the gross squelching sound the lube made as jisung practically slapped it onto himself, but his cute laughter lightened the air. calmed minho, who laughed too, and calmed him in return.

“now?” he grinned, and minho laughed again gently, “now.”

his smile fell as jisung slowly pushed inside of him, and his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure. he’d only fingered himself before, and two fingers felt nothing like jisung’s entire size filling him up to the brim. it felt so warm and soft, his shaft so firm as it shoved against his tight walls that in response closed around him.

“does it feel okay?” jisung asked gently, and they shared a few silent breaths before minho nodded; “you can move.”

jisung nodded and slowly pulled away, freezing as he saw the expression on minho’s face twist into a tenser one, that which looked almost in pain.

“are you okay? does it hurt?” he started to worry, almost regret this, but minho wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled him back.

“just keep going,” he breathed, and jisung hesitantly obeyed, pulling out and pushing back in again. he couldn’t stand minho’s expression and closed his eyes, leaning forward to grab him by the hips.

it felt so good, like nothing else he’d ever felt. his body knew it was the one and only lee minho, and it was as if every positive switch in his body flipped. he was in utter euphoria, unable to shake the fuzzy feeling as he took in the texture and feel of every bit of minho’s hot, wet skin, the way it throbbed and pulsed around his aching cock, this feeling he’d been craving forever, ever since he met him... it felt as if his every need were being filled, his every desire, all that he craved for directly below him.

“-sung!”

jisung didn’t even realise minho had been calling his name, it had all felt too good for him to hear. he froze, eyes opening as he looked down at him worried.

“god, don’t stop! you were going so fucking slow,” he panted. “just— just fuck me already, god!”

“o-oh,” jisung turned redder as he went back to thrusting into him, this time with more speed. he easily found a rhythm they both liked and minho’s moans grew, especially as jisung rolled his hips rather than hitting straight on.

“do that again, do it again,” minho groaned, and jisung did, watching the pleasure come clear atop his beautiful, rose cheeks. he couldn’t help but reach up and cup his hot cheek, smiling at its temperature knowing the reason. especially as the boy’s eyes opened enough to look up at his boyfriend ever so lovingly that jisung wished he could capture forev—

he reached above minho’s head to the desk behind the bed and with a bit of a stretch he grabbed his phone.

“look at me, baby,” he cooed, and as minho repeated the expression, he snapped a photo. “so beautiful... you’re so fucking pretty.”

jisung tossed the phone back onto the desk and leant forward to kiss minho, and as he did the boy cried out and grabbed onto his waist.

“fuck, jisung!”

“oh, god, did i hurt you?” he panicked, movements idle once again.

“no, no, the spot, you hit the spot, fuck!” he cried, grabbing for jisung in every way he could think to do. his hands were grabbing him everywhere, his legs tangled with the other’s pulling him forward.

“again, again, i need more, fuck, please,” he rambled, rocking his body forward needily. jisung grinned with this power he now had, knowing where exactly minho’s prostate was and how to make him absolutely braindead just by hitting it.

he rolled his hips forward in the right direction and minho moaned so loudly, digging his nails into the boy’s back. it hurt; his nails weren’t filed all the way down, but the pain felt so fucking good to jisung. it made him want to go harder, as he did, fucking his lover painfully slowly, not much faster than before but with much more force as he took a slow build to ram against his prostate with every thrust.

god, was minho loving it. with every thrust he cried out again, and a beautiful string of curses, begs, straight up wordless gibberish, all followed by jisung’s name, all spilt out of his pink lips, his eyes teary as he tried to keep eye contact with him. he could barely keep his reddened eyes open, feeling them roll back every time their bodies moved together, and after a bit he gave up. his lashes fluttered closed as his brows shoved together high on his forehead, and his mind had gone entirely blank aside from the overwhelming pleasure that was running through his body as jisung once again began to play with his sensitive little buds, his mouth now connecting with the soft skin on his neck, sucking dark marks into his nape. as he found the right vein to push on, minho could have sworn he mistook the ceiling lights for stars, never having felt that much pleasure in— well, forever. he felt like his brain was going to explode as he felt every feeling possible, but nothing legible or understandable in his completely blackened mind. he was completely braindead as he knew no words aside from “please” and “jisung”, moaning the two over and over threaded between desperate noises, every sound going straight through jisung’s spine and to his dick as he picked up his speed further, going from slow teasing into hard fucking and minho barely seemed to notice, not even as jisung finished inside of him, and he was so overwhelmed by the sensations that had tears streaming down his red face the younger couldn’t stop until he’d finished, too, thrusting the thick, creamy substance back into him.

he suddenly tensed, pulling jisung closer as he squeezed his thighs together, practically screaming out as his hot cum painted jisung’s chest, dripping back down onto himself.

“don’t stop, don’t stop,” he cried, and though cautious at first, jisung obeyed, grabbing onto his hips and eventually finding himself fucking him so aggressively, almost using him like a sex toy. he was far too sensitive having just cum himself he couldn’t take this slowly; he, too, practically lost any thought at all as he fucked everything into minho, getting out all of his emotion in his thrusts. he lost all rhythm, pace, and posture as he sloppily, carelessly shoved himself inside of the bottom, solely determined to make them both finish a second time. which, minho did, almost on cue of jisung’s thought, but he showed no mercy in chasing his own. minho grabbed onto the bedpost, barely able to handle it, and in no time the very sight of him all fucked out, covered in his own fresh cum, jisung couldn’t take it any longer and froze as he came as deep inside minho as he could reach, buried all the way to his balls and holding in place as the cum began to ooze back out of him and onto the bedsheets.

the two froze in place for a moment, just their heavy breathing out of sync as they came down from their highs.

“clean up later,” minho eventually mumbled, exhaustedly reaching for his lover. “dont pull out. just lay with me.”

it took a bit of work for jisung to duck behind minho’s leg and spoon him without pulling out, especially with the two so sensitive, but he managed, arms wrapping around his hot, nude body as it slowly cooled in his arms.

minho felt jisung soften inside of him and smiled at the feeling of the two of them so close, close in a way they couldn’t copy with anybody else.

“i’m gonna marry you someday,” jisung impulsively spoke, but minho was already fast asleep and drooling on his arm. he laughed lovingly and with his foot he grabbed the blanket waiting at the base of the bed, pulled it up over them, and snuggled his chin into the boy’s neck, quickly falling asleep as well.