Chances
Pairing: JongHo
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, PWP (fail!smut)
Warning: Cross dressing?
Author's Note: I don't know what is this. Comments are much appreciated. ;u;
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
He didn't think Key had been serious. He never even thought the boy would consider actually dressing like that. So he never took it seriously when Key said he needed Jonghyun to help him with some dresses, much less he imagined this would be the kind of help his friend needed.
"Key, is this really necessary?"
"Shut up Jjong and don't move"
However even if Jonghyun wanted to, he wasn't able to move or protest any further as all the air in his lungs was knocked out when Key pulled the strings on the corset around his waist and chest.
Fuck. How did he even... Sure, the almighty wasn't called like that for no reason. He had coerced Jonghyun into a dress saying that he needed help choosing, but hell, Jonghyun actually thought he was going to give an opinion, not going to model the goddamn dresses for his friend's satisfaction.
And he had to be all 'yes sure I'll help' so when he tried to complain Key backfired with his 'friends should keep their word' and 'you're a chicken' and 'don't be such an asshole'. Asshole. And chicken. So of course he felt his pride threatened at the moment and it was easy for Key to make Jonghyun give in.
His torture was far from done, he noticed, as Key pulled out of one of the bags a shoe box. And ohnonono, like hell he was going to wear those heels.
"Come on Jjong"
"Fuck you Key. Fuck you"
"Just put on the damn heels!"
Scared of the diva's wrath, and fearing for his and his bandmates doom, as he knew that, may he upset the umma that would mean no food nor laundry nor any house chore Key was in charge of done for the next weeks. Which was sure a hassle. So he complied, not without throwing a small fit first, letting Key know he wasn't doing it because he wanted to.
Key smirked to himself as he stepped back to get the whole picture. The teal and gold, satin and ribbon dress suited Jonghyun perfectly. The frills of the skirt were just right above baby blue tigh-high stockings hanging on a garter belt, all complimented by a long black wig and cute bow on his head, white choker around his neck; which were certainly a feat on Key's part.
Key chuckled as Jonghyun squirmed, uncomfortable.
"You need some make-up" Key voiced.
Jonghyun huffed. Yeah, sure, why would some make-up make it any worse. "Whatever"
"Wait here"
And with one last warning glare, because Jonghyun was dead if he ever dared to move or take anything off, Key drifted out of the room in search of make-up.
Jonghyun stayed there, now that he was alone he looked down at his feet and skirt. He had to wonder why would anyone in the world wear something like that. It was uncomfortable. He couldn't breathe, the wig was making him hot and it itched and the shoes were making his feet hurt already. Not to mention he thought the color was ugly and the skirt too fucking short.
He turned and discovered himself frowning at the mirror in Key's and Taemin's wardrobe door. He turned from one side to another to have a better look at himself. Fuck if he didn't look ridiculous, he thought as he pouted and scratched the itching wig on his head.
He was so concentrated on his reflection on the mirror he never noticed when Minho stopped in the hallway outside the room to look at him with a shocked expression. It was until Minho's mind started working at it's normal pace again that he cleared his throat and called "Hyung?"
Jonghyun thought his heart would have jumped out if his chest if it wasn't constricted by the corset.
"Jesus christ Minho don't scare me like that!"
"Uh... Sorry" the younger boy said, looking at Jonghyun skeptically. Jonghyun started to feel self conscious and blushed lightly under Minho's stare.
"What?!"
Minho chuckled, a smirk appearing on his beautiful face and Jonghyun had to suppress a squeal as Minho took a step inside the room; one step closer to Jonghyun.
Minho looked him up and down and what. What was that fucking charisma gaze, Jonghyun wanted nothing to do with it.
"I didn't know you liked dressing as a girl"
"Well, I don't! Key forced me, it's his fault!" Jonghyun crossed his arms, offended, cause how dare his dongsaeng think he found any kind of pleasure by dressing like that. Minho chuckled again.
"Sure hyung"
Jonghyun was about to protest but any words died in his mouth as Minho closed the door behind him, followed by that characteristic 'clack' on the doorknob.
Jonghyun watched the younger boy in awe, but regained his composure short after, puffing out his cheeks and frowning, arms still crossed. Minho had to laugh at how so not intimidating his hyung looked.
"Don't you dare get any closer Choi Minho!"
Of course Minho wouldn't listen to him, so Jonghyun almost tripped as he tried to back away when Minho stepped closer, very fast on his long legs.
"You look good in a dress Jonghyun hyung"
"Yah! don't think I don't know what you're trying Choi, I'm not falling!" Jonghyun tried to slip away, but Minho was faster, getting him cornered.
"I'm serious. You look gorgeous" Minho answered, voice a few notes lower and intense gaze on him, and Jonghyun's brain came to a halt, together with his body. Either way a sly hand made him crash back into reality.
"No touching!" he said slapping Minho's hand away from his thigh. "Anyway, I do not look good, I look ridiculous"
"Lies"
"What? What lies? How can I look good in a dress with this arms? Seriously Minho you need to get your eyes checked"
"Yeah?"
"Y-yeah and..." Jonghyun's thoughts drifted away as he started to get distracted by Minho's warm breath on his cheeks.
All right, Minho's joke was going too far. Jonghyun shook his head as if to clear it, and looked up to Minho, a glint on his eyes.
"So, you say you like me? In a dress?" Jonghyun asked him with a smug smile on his face. Like hell he was going to lose. Minho smirked back but said nothing.
"Do you like... The skirt?" Jonghyun teased, running his hands over the hem of the skirt, raising it ever so slightly. "The stocking perhaps?" Minho's eyes followed his hands every move. Damn the stupid frog.
"Hyung..."
"Mmh? What else Minho?" Jonghyun flirted, running his hands slowly over his own thighs and lifting the skirt in the process. Minho wanted to play? Then Jonghyun was so going to make sure he won.
Even so, he was surprised when Minho grabbed him and suddenly pinned him to the wall.
"Fuck hyung..." Minho said, a bit hoarse, eyes glued to Jonghyun's body. He ran a hand down the skirt and Jonghyun gasped, trying to get away from the touch as the hand went higher, up to Jonghyun's briefs. Hand then going around his hips to squeeze lightly at his butt.
"M-minho?"
Jonghyun got nervous. Minho had really been serious? If so, it was very probable he was in some deep shit then. He squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of Minho's mouth on his neck.
"Minho-... S-seriously I was just-" all coherent words left Jonghyun as Minho put his leg between the shorter boy ones, kneeing him.
Fuck it all. Minho and Key were so going to get it later on.
He let his arms fling around Minho's neck for support as the taller straddled him against the wall, placing kisses all along his neck and bare shoulders. He was still tense. Wasn't there a way to stop the younger in his tracks?
"Minho?" he tried to reason again, thinking he was still on time.
"Shut up"
"What?!" Jonghyun tried to push Minho away "How dare you! This is rape you know! And on top of it all you're telling me to shut up?!"
"You were the one flirting in the first place"
"What? you..."
"Do you mind?" Minho said, hovering over him while grabbing his hips.
"Of course I mind! What are you asking?"
"I thought that's what you wanted me to ask"
"..." Jonghyun looked up at him, as the other let his hands wander along the singer's sides. What the hell?
"You're not fighting anymore?"
"Fuck you"
"Well, that's what I had in mind but you just won't shut up"
Jonghyun opened his eyes wide, mouth agape and he felt his cheeks burn with what he liked to think was anger and tried to push Minho's hands away again.
"You stupid.idiot"
"You're blushing"
"You know? You're- hmph!" Jonghyun was cut off short as Minho slammed his lips against the lead singer ones. The kiss was slow and sensual, and even though he fought back at the beginning, Jonghyun was soon humming into Minho's mouth and clenching his hands onto his shirt.
They pulled back to gasp for air and Jonghyun's face was red, chest heaving. "That..." Minho rolled his eyes at the older, and went back to kissing him so he would keep quiet.
The kiss got more passionate as he ran his hands over Jonghyun's body, grabbing his butt and pushing his hips to Jonghyun's, drawing a small whimper from him. Jonghyun broke the kiss as Minho slid against him.
"I can't... Believe you..."
The rapper decided to ignore him as he focused on untying the corset. He removed the top to expose the singer's toned chest but letting the rest hang still on his hips. Jonghyun still felt ashamed at the look Minho gave him, but he refused to accept it was also turning him on. How that could be and what was going on in itself still had him surprised, but he didn't fight Minho's touches anymore.
Minho had his eyes glued to the other's chest and Jonghyun could feel that gaze burning his skin, feeling the bulge growing on the taller's pants through all the clothing made him gasp.
Minho's started nibbling with his mouth along his chest and it was hot and wet and it just felt amazing, Jonghyun decided, but it was just better when those moist lips wrapped themselves around a hard nipple, the feeling running along his spine and right to his groin.
The shorter boy arched his back into the touch and Minho smirked against the heated skin, torturing the now swollen nub, touching the other with his fingers. Jonghyun was panting, chest heaving and he wanted the torture to end but didn't want the rapper to stop at the same time.
He whimpered, placing his hands on Minho's head and pulling at it a little, wanting to get those lips away from his chest. Minho stopped and looked up and lust tinted eyes met glassing ones.
"M-minho..." Jonghyun whimpered with uneven breathing, and he looked beautiful like that: eyes fluttering, chest glistening a bit with sweat and flushed skin, his hands grabbing at the pieces of fabric they could reach, not sure about where to place them or what to do with them.
Minho lifted him, just to put him back on the floor, his bare back touching the wood, Minho leaned forward to kiss those pink lips again, sweetly.
Jonghyun tugged at Minho's shirt, wanting to get rid of the cloth that covered the other's chest. And Minho broke the kiss to take it off, positioning himself between Jonghyun's legs.
Minho stoked the toned chest beneath him, feeling the goosebumps on the skin and the muscles contract under his fingers, moving his hands lower then and letting them disappear under the skirt.
Jonghyun gasped and shifted as Minho pulled at his briefs, grabbing his arms to stop hip from doing so. Minho looked up at him, amused.
"What? Are you ashamed because yours is smaller?" the taller one teased. Jonghyun frowned, the red on his cheeks went a few shades deeper.
"You wish..." he managed to reply, snorting. Minho pulled again, getting rid of the underwear whether Jonghyun liked it or not. The singer rested his head against the wooden floor again, closing his eyes when he felt Minho raise the skirt.
The rapper felt the blood on his veins burning at the sight: his hyung's member fully erect, red and throbbing, peering out of the skirt's folds and frills, and Jonghyun was gasping, more turned on that what he would like to admit.
Minho placed his hands on those honey thighs, groping and stroking, molesting the flesh and then over the smooth stocking, enjoying the huffs and contained grunts the other made each time he drew his hands closer to the proud standing member.
Minho sure was taking his time, Jonghyun still too prideful to beg and Minho knew this, Minho was going to revel into that pride and slowly make the other crazy with need.
The taller wrapped his fingers around the base of the hard member, earning a low moan from Jonghyun. He started stroking slowly, feeling the hot flesh throb in his hand, just as Jonghyun growled and arched his back, throwing his head to the side.
The feeling of Minho's hand around him was much better than what Jonghyun would have thought, the pressure applied with the strokes sending jolts of pleasure up his spine and onto his stomach, he couldn't help bucking up his hips against the touch.
But just as he was getting to feel really good Minho retreated his hand, making him whimper in disappointment, but it didn't matter much since Minho went lower, his face now level with Jonghyun's hardness.
The rapper's tongue stuck out to lick at the pre cum already forming on the tip swirling his tongue around it later, and Jonghyun jolted up, supporting his upper body on his elbows, looking at Minho work on him. His breath hitched and more grunts and moans filled the air together with the sound of shameless slurping.
Minho placed a firm grip on Jonghyun's hips to prevent him from moving as he went from licking the base to engulfing the tip with his mouth. He huffed and moaned around it making Jonghyun cry out and writhe in pleasure above him.
Jonghyun heard a popping sound as the warmth of Minho's mouth left him, getting up again. Minho looked at him, getting out some hairs of the wig that had stuck with sweat to Jonghyun's face. The older leaning a bit forward looking for Minho's lips with his own, kissing him eagerly and getting a taste of himself as his tongue assaulted the hot cavity, running his hands along the taller's torso.
The rapper kissed back as he reached up with his hands, undoing the bow on the wig and taking the ribbon. Jonghyun was so absorbed in the kiss he didn't notice where were Minho's hands moving, and it was until he felt something pressing tight around his erection that he broke the kiss, growling a bit.
"What-... What are you...?" he tried to ask between gasps. He saw Minho tying up the golden ribbon on his hardness, really tight, putting effort in making a pretty bow at the base, facing to the front. Minho smirked at his work as Jonghyun shivered lightly, pouting.
"You're so cute..." Minho said gravely, enjoying the view and reaching to stroke Jonghyun's balls softly.
The singer could only cry and whimper.
Minho put his fingers on Jonghyun's mouth, not without some resistance from the other. Either way he was now coating the long fingers with his spit, liking the occasional grunt that came from Minho.
The rapper withdrew his fingers to place feverish kisses along Jonghyun's jawline, splitting his legs further apart to reach where he wanted to with more ease. Minho's finger probed against Jonghyun's entrance, and it was a bit cool from the spit. The shorter took a deep breath as he felt the finger pushing, making his way into his body, whirling around a bit, exploring, and he shifted at the strange sensation.
"Relax..." he heard Minho's deep voice near his ear, as the finger started moving in and out in a slow motion he emitted contained grunts. Minho kissed his collarbone as he worked a second finger inside. Jonghyun gasped.
It wasn't a bad sensation, but it was a bit uncomfortable as the fingers scissored inside him, going in and out. Minho wriggled them, pushing further inside, and just as he did so a sudden jolt of pleasure ran through Jonghyun, to his brain and back to his groin, then to the tips of every nerve in his body and finally escaping in the form of a wanton moan.
Jonhyun bucked his hips, eager to feel more, and Minho smirked victoriously before he put a third finger inside, starting to move them at a nice pace, curling and stretching and he had Jonghyun tensing, shifting, a hot moaning and panting mess underneath him.
And just a bit, he had to be a bit more patient.
Jonghyun bit his lips, emitting muffled huffs, glazed and lustful eyes looking into the rapper's.
"Minho, Minho...!" he cried out as his muscles tensed, toes curling, and he closed his eyes, arching and throwing his head back as he felt his orgasm wash over him.
Minho waited a bit and then pulled his fingers out slowly.
Jonghyun panted, missing the sensation a bit, but then he realized he just had had a dry orgasm and he couldn't believe it felt so awesome.
"Turn around" Minho commanded, voice raspy for holding back too long as he undid his pants. Jonghyun was still hard by the grip of the ribbon Minho had put around him and too drunken on his post-orgasm bliss to care. So he turned as Minho said, shaking as he moved to his hands and knees, the dress making ruffling sounds and the wig's hair falling forward.
He was a bit startled then as he met face to face with a reflection of himself, noticing the mirror was right in front of him, so he glanced to the floor (blushing hard) to avoid looking at it.
He heard Minho fumbling with his pants and looked over his shoulder. He saw the taller getting into position, one hand grabbing at Jonghyun's skirt and pushing it up, the other hand on the base of his own erection pressing the tip against Jonghyun's entrance.
The singer sobbed and trembled as Minho pushed slowly inside him, because it hurt and he was still a bit sensitive. Minho pushed the hair of the wig aside to kiss at Jonghyun's neck and shoulders as he kept pushing inch by inch, until he was fully engulfed by the smaller man's heat and there couldn't be anything that felt better.
Jonghyun's walls moved around Minho as he started to get used to the feeling, it didn't hurt anymore but he felt incredibly full. He cursed under his breath as he reminded how the younger one was taller and bigger than him. In more than one sense.
"Jonghyun~" Minho's groan rumbled against his body, surely he was trying his best to contain himself and waiting for him. So Jonghyun pushed back into him a little, letting him know he could move.
Minho started a slow pace, and it was as if Jonghyun could feel the shape of the rapper crave itself onto his insides, hot and throbbing, and it was so delicious he could barely handle breathing.
Minho wrapped his arms around Jonghyun, pulling and lifting his upper body, the change in the angle making them both groan. Minho shifted and moved while still deep inside the other, making him gasp and writhe and shiver.
Minho moved to be seating in the floor, his back against the bed as Jonghyun remained seated on his lap, his back against Minho's chest and his legs lifted and spread with help of Minho's hands. And he tugged the skirt down trying to cover everything that was going on between their legs.
Minho laughed a bit as he looked at their reflection on the mirror in front of them, and whispered to an impossibly blushed Jonghyun:
"What are you so ashamed of, hyung?"
The blushing boy simply grunted, letting his chin rest onto his chest, so he couldn't see the grin that formed in the other's face.
Minho pushed his hips up, making the smaller bounce and gasp slightly. He kept the movement constant, going in and out not so slow but not too fast as to get tired soon either. But it was ok because Jonghyun's pleasured sounds told him he was enjoying it just as much as him.
Minho then let go of one of Jonghyun's legs to grab at the material of the skirt, pulling it away from the grip Jonghyun had on it. Jonghyun let out a displeased sound but Minho's hand was soon tugging at his chin, making him look up a bit forcefully. Even if he was ashamed to, he couldn't help but look between their legs, at his angry knotted erection right above where Minho's own disappeared into his body, moving swiftly, then to Minho's pleasured and wanton expression, also looking closely at their reflection.
And that was enough to make his body burn even hotter, the tug on his stomach stronger and he felt reaching the edge.
"Fuck~ aanh..." he moaned out, strained "Minho~ please Minho, please..."
Seeing Jonghyun like that, tears pooling into his eyes, blushing and bucking against him as he begged, Minho felt his release coming as well.
He pushed up a bit harder as one of his hands reached out to pull at the ribbon, freeing Jonghyun's erection, and the singer tensed once more, a few more thrusts and he was coming undone, shaking violently and moaning out Minho's name, and it was like that that Minho also felt his orgasm shake his body from head to toe, spilling his hot seed inside Jonghyun while grabbing and pressing his body into the singer's as far as it would go.
"Jonghyun..." Minho breathed out as he stroked the older man's heaving chest, both panting and breathing hard, Jonghyun's wig a mess now, sticking to random places because of the sweat in their bodies.
The singer hummed a bit as Minho slipped out of him, pressing his back into the other's chest and letting his head rest back on Minho's shoulder, the rapper nuzzled into him as well.
"You done?"
Just as they were relaxing they were startled by Key's voice on the other side of the door.
"Choi Minho" Key continued, understanding the silence as a yes. "Just so you know, I had called dibs first. So I hope you fucking enjoyed that because after I'm done with you, you won't ever be able to do it again. Ever"
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Crack, PWP (fail!smut)
Warning: Cross dressing?
Author's Note: I don't know what is this. Comments are much appreciated. ;u;
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
He didn't think Key had been serious. He never even thought the boy would consider actually dressing like that. So he never took it seriously when Key said he needed Jonghyun to help him with some dresses, much less he imagined this would be the kind of help his friend needed.
"Key, is this really necessary?"
"Shut up Jjong and don't move"
However even if Jonghyun wanted to, he wasn't able to move or protest any further as all the air in his lungs was knocked out when Key pulled the strings on the corset around his waist and chest.
Fuck. How did he even... Sure, the almighty wasn't called like that for no reason. He had coerced Jonghyun into a dress saying that he needed help choosing, but hell, Jonghyun actually thought he was going to give an opinion, not going to model the goddamn dresses for his friend's satisfaction.
And he had to be all 'yes sure I'll help' so when he tried to complain Key backfired with his 'friends should keep their word' and 'you're a chicken' and 'don't be such an asshole'. Asshole. And chicken. So of course he felt his pride threatened at the moment and it was easy for Key to make Jonghyun give in.
His torture was far from done, he noticed, as Key pulled out of one of the bags a shoe box. And ohnonono, like hell he was going to wear those heels.
"Come on Jjong"
"Fuck you Key. Fuck you"
"Just put on the damn heels!"
Scared of the diva's wrath, and fearing for his and his bandmates doom, as he knew that, may he upset the umma that would mean no food nor laundry nor any house chore Key was in charge of done for the next weeks. Which was sure a hassle. So he complied, not without throwing a small fit first, letting Key know he wasn't doing it because he wanted to.
Key smirked to himself as he stepped back to get the whole picture. The teal and gold, satin and ribbon dress suited Jonghyun perfectly. The frills of the skirt were just right above baby blue tigh-high stockings hanging on a garter belt, all complimented by a long black wig and cute bow on his head, white choker around his neck; which were certainly a feat on Key's part.
Key chuckled as Jonghyun squirmed, uncomfortable.
"You need some make-up" Key voiced.
Jonghyun huffed. Yeah, sure, why would some make-up make it any worse. "Whatever"
"Wait here"
And with one last warning glare, because Jonghyun was dead if he ever dared to move or take anything off, Key drifted out of the room in search of make-up.
Jonghyun stayed there, now that he was alone he looked down at his feet and skirt. He had to wonder why would anyone in the world wear something like that. It was uncomfortable. He couldn't breathe, the wig was making him hot and it itched and the shoes were making his feet hurt already. Not to mention he thought the color was ugly and the skirt too fucking short.
He turned and discovered himself frowning at the mirror in Key's and Taemin's wardrobe door. He turned from one side to another to have a better look at himself. Fuck if he didn't look ridiculous, he thought as he pouted and scratched the itching wig on his head.
He was so concentrated on his reflection on the mirror he never noticed when Minho stopped in the hallway outside the room to look at him with a shocked expression. It was until Minho's mind started working at it's normal pace again that he cleared his throat and called "Hyung?"
Jonghyun thought his heart would have jumped out if his chest if it wasn't constricted by the corset.
"Jesus christ Minho don't scare me like that!"
"Uh... Sorry" the younger boy said, looking at Jonghyun skeptically. Jonghyun started to feel self conscious and blushed lightly under Minho's stare.
"What?!"
Minho chuckled, a smirk appearing on his beautiful face and Jonghyun had to suppress a squeal as Minho took a step inside the room; one step closer to Jonghyun.
Minho looked him up and down and what. What was that fucking charisma gaze, Jonghyun wanted nothing to do with it.
"I didn't know you liked dressing as a girl"
"Well, I don't! Key forced me, it's his fault!" Jonghyun crossed his arms, offended, cause how dare his dongsaeng think he found any kind of pleasure by dressing like that. Minho chuckled again.
"Sure hyung"
Jonghyun was about to protest but any words died in his mouth as Minho closed the door behind him, followed by that characteristic 'clack' on the doorknob.
Jonghyun watched the younger boy in awe, but regained his composure short after, puffing out his cheeks and frowning, arms still crossed. Minho had to laugh at how so not intimidating his hyung looked.
"Don't you dare get any closer Choi Minho!"
Of course Minho wouldn't listen to him, so Jonghyun almost tripped as he tried to back away when Minho stepped closer, very fast on his long legs.
"You look good in a dress Jonghyun hyung"
"Yah! don't think I don't know what you're trying Choi, I'm not falling!" Jonghyun tried to slip away, but Minho was faster, getting him cornered.
"I'm serious. You look gorgeous" Minho answered, voice a few notes lower and intense gaze on him, and Jonghyun's brain came to a halt, together with his body. Either way a sly hand made him crash back into reality.
"No touching!" he said slapping Minho's hand away from his thigh. "Anyway, I do not look good, I look ridiculous"
"Lies"
"What? What lies? How can I look good in a dress with this arms? Seriously Minho you need to get your eyes checked"
"Yeah?"
"Y-yeah and..." Jonghyun's thoughts drifted away as he started to get distracted by Minho's warm breath on his cheeks.
All right, Minho's joke was going too far. Jonghyun shook his head as if to clear it, and looked up to Minho, a glint on his eyes.
"So, you say you like me? In a dress?" Jonghyun asked him with a smug smile on his face. Like hell he was going to lose. Minho smirked back but said nothing.
"Do you like... The skirt?" Jonghyun teased, running his hands over the hem of the skirt, raising it ever so slightly. "The stocking perhaps?" Minho's eyes followed his hands every move. Damn the stupid frog.
"Hyung..."
"Mmh? What else Minho?" Jonghyun flirted, running his hands slowly over his own thighs and lifting the skirt in the process. Minho wanted to play? Then Jonghyun was so going to make sure he won.
Even so, he was surprised when Minho grabbed him and suddenly pinned him to the wall.
"Fuck hyung..." Minho said, a bit hoarse, eyes glued to Jonghyun's body. He ran a hand down the skirt and Jonghyun gasped, trying to get away from the touch as the hand went higher, up to Jonghyun's briefs. Hand then going around his hips to squeeze lightly at his butt.
"M-minho?"
Jonghyun got nervous. Minho had really been serious? If so, it was very probable he was in some deep shit then. He squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of Minho's mouth on his neck.
"Minho-... S-seriously I was just-" all coherent words left Jonghyun as Minho put his leg between the shorter boy ones, kneeing him.
Fuck it all. Minho and Key were so going to get it later on.
He let his arms fling around Minho's neck for support as the taller straddled him against the wall, placing kisses all along his neck and bare shoulders. He was still tense. Wasn't there a way to stop the younger in his tracks?
"Minho?" he tried to reason again, thinking he was still on time.
"Shut up"
"What?!" Jonghyun tried to push Minho away "How dare you! This is rape you know! And on top of it all you're telling me to shut up?!"
"You were the one flirting in the first place"
"What? you..."
"Do you mind?" Minho said, hovering over him while grabbing his hips.
"Of course I mind! What are you asking?"
"I thought that's what you wanted me to ask"
"..." Jonghyun looked up at him, as the other let his hands wander along the singer's sides. What the hell?
"You're not fighting anymore?"
"Fuck you"
"Well, that's what I had in mind but you just won't shut up"
Jonghyun opened his eyes wide, mouth agape and he felt his cheeks burn with what he liked to think was anger and tried to push Minho's hands away again.
"You stupid.idiot"
"You're blushing"
"You know? You're- hmph!" Jonghyun was cut off short as Minho slammed his lips against the lead singer ones. The kiss was slow and sensual, and even though he fought back at the beginning, Jonghyun was soon humming into Minho's mouth and clenching his hands onto his shirt.
They pulled back to gasp for air and Jonghyun's face was red, chest heaving. "That..." Minho rolled his eyes at the older, and went back to kissing him so he would keep quiet.
The kiss got more passionate as he ran his hands over Jonghyun's body, grabbing his butt and pushing his hips to Jonghyun's, drawing a small whimper from him. Jonghyun broke the kiss as Minho slid against him.
"I can't... Believe you..."
The rapper decided to ignore him as he focused on untying the corset. He removed the top to expose the singer's toned chest but letting the rest hang still on his hips. Jonghyun still felt ashamed at the look Minho gave him, but he refused to accept it was also turning him on. How that could be and what was going on in itself still had him surprised, but he didn't fight Minho's touches anymore.
Minho had his eyes glued to the other's chest and Jonghyun could feel that gaze burning his skin, feeling the bulge growing on the taller's pants through all the clothing made him gasp.
Minho's started nibbling with his mouth along his chest and it was hot and wet and it just felt amazing, Jonghyun decided, but it was just better when those moist lips wrapped themselves around a hard nipple, the feeling running along his spine and right to his groin.
The shorter boy arched his back into the touch and Minho smirked against the heated skin, torturing the now swollen nub, touching the other with his fingers. Jonghyun was panting, chest heaving and he wanted the torture to end but didn't want the rapper to stop at the same time.
He whimpered, placing his hands on Minho's head and pulling at it a little, wanting to get those lips away from his chest. Minho stopped and looked up and lust tinted eyes met glassing ones.
"M-minho..." Jonghyun whimpered with uneven breathing, and he looked beautiful like that: eyes fluttering, chest glistening a bit with sweat and flushed skin, his hands grabbing at the pieces of fabric they could reach, not sure about where to place them or what to do with them.
Minho lifted him, just to put him back on the floor, his bare back touching the wood, Minho leaned forward to kiss those pink lips again, sweetly.
Jonghyun tugged at Minho's shirt, wanting to get rid of the cloth that covered the other's chest. And Minho broke the kiss to take it off, positioning himself between Jonghyun's legs.
Minho stoked the toned chest beneath him, feeling the goosebumps on the skin and the muscles contract under his fingers, moving his hands lower then and letting them disappear under the skirt.
Jonghyun gasped and shifted as Minho pulled at his briefs, grabbing his arms to stop hip from doing so. Minho looked up at him, amused.
"What? Are you ashamed because yours is smaller?" the taller one teased. Jonghyun frowned, the red on his cheeks went a few shades deeper.
"You wish..." he managed to reply, snorting. Minho pulled again, getting rid of the underwear whether Jonghyun liked it or not. The singer rested his head against the wooden floor again, closing his eyes when he felt Minho raise the skirt.
The rapper felt the blood on his veins burning at the sight: his hyung's member fully erect, red and throbbing, peering out of the skirt's folds and frills, and Jonghyun was gasping, more turned on that what he would like to admit.
Minho placed his hands on those honey thighs, groping and stroking, molesting the flesh and then over the smooth stocking, enjoying the huffs and contained grunts the other made each time he drew his hands closer to the proud standing member.
Minho sure was taking his time, Jonghyun still too prideful to beg and Minho knew this, Minho was going to revel into that pride and slowly make the other crazy with need.
The taller wrapped his fingers around the base of the hard member, earning a low moan from Jonghyun. He started stroking slowly, feeling the hot flesh throb in his hand, just as Jonghyun growled and arched his back, throwing his head to the side.
The feeling of Minho's hand around him was much better than what Jonghyun would have thought, the pressure applied with the strokes sending jolts of pleasure up his spine and onto his stomach, he couldn't help bucking up his hips against the touch.
But just as he was getting to feel really good Minho retreated his hand, making him whimper in disappointment, but it didn't matter much since Minho went lower, his face now level with Jonghyun's hardness.
The rapper's tongue stuck out to lick at the pre cum already forming on the tip swirling his tongue around it later, and Jonghyun jolted up, supporting his upper body on his elbows, looking at Minho work on him. His breath hitched and more grunts and moans filled the air together with the sound of shameless slurping.
Minho placed a firm grip on Jonghyun's hips to prevent him from moving as he went from licking the base to engulfing the tip with his mouth. He huffed and moaned around it making Jonghyun cry out and writhe in pleasure above him.
Jonghyun heard a popping sound as the warmth of Minho's mouth left him, getting up again. Minho looked at him, getting out some hairs of the wig that had stuck with sweat to Jonghyun's face. The older leaning a bit forward looking for Minho's lips with his own, kissing him eagerly and getting a taste of himself as his tongue assaulted the hot cavity, running his hands along the taller's torso.
The rapper kissed back as he reached up with his hands, undoing the bow on the wig and taking the ribbon. Jonghyun was so absorbed in the kiss he didn't notice where were Minho's hands moving, and it was until he felt something pressing tight around his erection that he broke the kiss, growling a bit.
"What-... What are you...?" he tried to ask between gasps. He saw Minho tying up the golden ribbon on his hardness, really tight, putting effort in making a pretty bow at the base, facing to the front. Minho smirked at his work as Jonghyun shivered lightly, pouting.
"You're so cute..." Minho said gravely, enjoying the view and reaching to stroke Jonghyun's balls softly.
The singer could only cry and whimper.
Minho put his fingers on Jonghyun's mouth, not without some resistance from the other. Either way he was now coating the long fingers with his spit, liking the occasional grunt that came from Minho.
The rapper withdrew his fingers to place feverish kisses along Jonghyun's jawline, splitting his legs further apart to reach where he wanted to with more ease. Minho's finger probed against Jonghyun's entrance, and it was a bit cool from the spit. The shorter took a deep breath as he felt the finger pushing, making his way into his body, whirling around a bit, exploring, and he shifted at the strange sensation.
"Relax..." he heard Minho's deep voice near his ear, as the finger started moving in and out in a slow motion he emitted contained grunts. Minho kissed his collarbone as he worked a second finger inside. Jonghyun gasped.
It wasn't a bad sensation, but it was a bit uncomfortable as the fingers scissored inside him, going in and out. Minho wriggled them, pushing further inside, and just as he did so a sudden jolt of pleasure ran through Jonghyun, to his brain and back to his groin, then to the tips of every nerve in his body and finally escaping in the form of a wanton moan.
Jonhyun bucked his hips, eager to feel more, and Minho smirked victoriously before he put a third finger inside, starting to move them at a nice pace, curling and stretching and he had Jonghyun tensing, shifting, a hot moaning and panting mess underneath him.
And just a bit, he had to be a bit more patient.
Jonghyun bit his lips, emitting muffled huffs, glazed and lustful eyes looking into the rapper's.
"Minho, Minho...!" he cried out as his muscles tensed, toes curling, and he closed his eyes, arching and throwing his head back as he felt his orgasm wash over him.
Minho waited a bit and then pulled his fingers out slowly.
Jonghyun panted, missing the sensation a bit, but then he realized he just had had a dry orgasm and he couldn't believe it felt so awesome.
"Turn around" Minho commanded, voice raspy for holding back too long as he undid his pants. Jonghyun was still hard by the grip of the ribbon Minho had put around him and too drunken on his post-orgasm bliss to care. So he turned as Minho said, shaking as he moved to his hands and knees, the dress making ruffling sounds and the wig's hair falling forward.
He was a bit startled then as he met face to face with a reflection of himself, noticing the mirror was right in front of him, so he glanced to the floor (blushing hard) to avoid looking at it.
He heard Minho fumbling with his pants and looked over his shoulder. He saw the taller getting into position, one hand grabbing at Jonghyun's skirt and pushing it up, the other hand on the base of his own erection pressing the tip against Jonghyun's entrance.
The singer sobbed and trembled as Minho pushed slowly inside him, because it hurt and he was still a bit sensitive. Minho pushed the hair of the wig aside to kiss at Jonghyun's neck and shoulders as he kept pushing inch by inch, until he was fully engulfed by the smaller man's heat and there couldn't be anything that felt better.
Jonghyun's walls moved around Minho as he started to get used to the feeling, it didn't hurt anymore but he felt incredibly full. He cursed under his breath as he reminded how the younger one was taller and bigger than him. In more than one sense.
"Jonghyun~" Minho's groan rumbled against his body, surely he was trying his best to contain himself and waiting for him. So Jonghyun pushed back into him a little, letting him know he could move.
Minho started a slow pace, and it was as if Jonghyun could feel the shape of the rapper crave itself onto his insides, hot and throbbing, and it was so delicious he could barely handle breathing.
Minho wrapped his arms around Jonghyun, pulling and lifting his upper body, the change in the angle making them both groan. Minho shifted and moved while still deep inside the other, making him gasp and writhe and shiver.
Minho moved to be seating in the floor, his back against the bed as Jonghyun remained seated on his lap, his back against Minho's chest and his legs lifted and spread with help of Minho's hands. And he tugged the skirt down trying to cover everything that was going on between their legs.
Minho laughed a bit as he looked at their reflection on the mirror in front of them, and whispered to an impossibly blushed Jonghyun:
"What are you so ashamed of, hyung?"
The blushing boy simply grunted, letting his chin rest onto his chest, so he couldn't see the grin that formed in the other's face.
Minho pushed his hips up, making the smaller bounce and gasp slightly. He kept the movement constant, going in and out not so slow but not too fast as to get tired soon either. But it was ok because Jonghyun's pleasured sounds told him he was enjoying it just as much as him.
Minho then let go of one of Jonghyun's legs to grab at the material of the skirt, pulling it away from the grip Jonghyun had on it. Jonghyun let out a displeased sound but Minho's hand was soon tugging at his chin, making him look up a bit forcefully. Even if he was ashamed to, he couldn't help but look between their legs, at his angry knotted erection right above where Minho's own disappeared into his body, moving swiftly, then to Minho's pleasured and wanton expression, also looking closely at their reflection.
And that was enough to make his body burn even hotter, the tug on his stomach stronger and he felt reaching the edge.
"Fuck~ aanh..." he moaned out, strained "Minho~ please Minho, please..."
Seeing Jonghyun like that, tears pooling into his eyes, blushing and bucking against him as he begged, Minho felt his release coming as well.
He pushed up a bit harder as one of his hands reached out to pull at the ribbon, freeing Jonghyun's erection, and the singer tensed once more, a few more thrusts and he was coming undone, shaking violently and moaning out Minho's name, and it was like that that Minho also felt his orgasm shake his body from head to toe, spilling his hot seed inside Jonghyun while grabbing and pressing his body into the singer's as far as it would go.
"Jonghyun..." Minho breathed out as he stroked the older man's heaving chest, both panting and breathing hard, Jonghyun's wig a mess now, sticking to random places because of the sweat in their bodies.
The singer hummed a bit as Minho slipped out of him, pressing his back into the other's chest and letting his head rest back on Minho's shoulder, the rapper nuzzled into him as well.
"You done?"
Just as they were relaxing they were startled by Key's voice on the other side of the door.
"Choi Minho" Key continued, understanding the silence as a yes. "Just so you know, I had called dibs first. So I hope you fucking enjoyed that because after I'm done with you, you won't ever be able to do it again. Ever"