when asked to describe do kyungsoo within three words or less, the most common traits to crop up would be things like mature, reticent, and maybe socially awkward at times. someone who stands off to the side, away from the thick of things, silently observing and acting as chaperon to make sure things go smoothly, everything in order.

that’s the kyungsoo everyone sees.

but what kris sees is a wholly different person, commanding, impressive, someone demanding much more regard and respect than that of just some shy wallflower who chooses to stay away from the limelight.

what kris sees is the long, elegant line of kyungsoo’s throat as he throws his head back, glistening with sweat and adam’s apple bobbing as he chews on his full lower lip to hold back his heady moans.

kris sees the subtle strain of muscles and veins bulging across kyungsoo’s arms as he digs his fingers into kris’ sides, clutching on for support as he rolls his hips, grinding down rough and hard onto kris’ cock. the heat and pressure crashing in from all sides make kris choke, digging his head back into the pillow as another wave of pleasure shoots across his entire frame.

never once letting up on his steady rhythm, kyungsoo leans over kris’ body, a tiny fist twisting into kris’ hair to drag the elder up for a lazy, sloppy kiss, nibbling on kris’ lower lip before sucking it into his hot mouth.

kris plants his heels into the bed, using his feet as leverage to thrust as hard as he can, kyungsoo’s spine curving as the head of kris’ cock brushes against his prostate.

everything in kris’ world narrows and zeroes in on the lovely way kyungsoo’s flushed chest heaves with short, panting breaths, the searing way kyungsoo’s unfocused, heavy-lidded gaze seeks out kris’ face through the thoroughly fucked out haze blinding his own vision.

in kris’ world, kyungsoo is always on spotlight, the main player standing center stage.

and kyungsoo demands attention.

and kris is not one to deny, wrapping his warm, large hands over kyungsoo’s much neglected cock, jerking him off to a pace that is somewhat in tune to the way kyungsoo is now desperately bouncing on kris’ hips.

kris can feel the throb of his impending orgasm, ball of heat sizzling in the pit of his stomach, waving out through his veins in a flow of static to the very tips of his toes. he picks up the pace, furiously pumping kyungsoo’s dick until the boy above throws his head back, mouth wide open in a loud, resonating moan as he presses down as hard as he can, sucking in kris as deep into his body as physically possible.

and the pressure is just too much for kris to handle, thrusting up one last time to meet with kyungsoo’s insistent ass as kris plunges over the edge, coming hard and heavy inside kyungsoo’s tight and heavenly heat.

reveling in the glory of their post-orgasm buzz, kris cards his fingers through kyungsoo’s matted, sweaty hair as the smaller boy curls into his chest, burrowing under the sheets as kris wraps his arm tighter around kyungsoo’s shoulders.

and like this, kris can’t help but think how adorable kyungsoo is, like a sweet little puppy that requires lots of love and happy cuddling.

so cute and precious.

and kris actually finds himself feeling somewhat proud that he’s the only one who gets to see these different facets of do kyungsoo, discovering the many aspects of his character that kyungsoo hides away from the public eye.

to the world, kyungsoo may be the silent, heavy presence, ever overshadowed by the others, always guarding from the periphery. but to kris, kyungsoo is the dynamic, main character, always shining out like a beacon in the sea of faces, standing out no matter where he stands in the crowd.

and to kris, kyungsoo is the world.