Short: Before You Change Your Mind, I Wanna Rock With You
Before You Change Your Mind, I Wanna Rock With You
Onew/Minho ; hard R
*Mind you, condoms are involved and the title has nothing to do with the story.
There is this idea of safety that Minho had always liked, it’s comforting and gives a sense of protection within his own being so he knows he can chill and not go crazy (when Minho goes crazy, it’s amusing to everyone else and they tend to giggle-snort). He’s a gentle lover, cautious and a sensible person as far as Jinki knew, but sometimes the chariness part ticked him just a slight bit. Jinki liked things that involved a life threat, like jumping off a cliff--possibly without a bungee cord or belt or something.
When they got together (meaning, in the same room or out, somewhere) they flirted here and there with hints of possible sexual wanting and that was great. Amazing almost. Minho knows his ways as so does Jinki, despite the fact he’d bump a table just passing him by, spilling searing hot coffee on Jonghyun’s lap from time to time (still, Jonghyun didn‘t understand why this happened to him a majority of the time). Only Minho would laugh yet ask his hyung, “are you okay?” while Jinki earned a bitching from Kibum.
The playing of course, leads to something that considered physical touching and it usually involved being pushed with a force into the bathroom all in three seconds tops, with the door locked.
Minho always starts it first with Jinki unaware of what was happening.
“What are we doing, Minho--” he’d say as he usually felt cold tile against his back, the dainty t-shirt he wore always managed to be suspended into mid-air, then land into the shower stall. His pants were a different story, they just disappear.
The kissing begins with an abundant amount of tongue action, and it’s almost messy, but not given a fuck about. Minho’s hands explore around, touching familiar skin, cupping Jinki’s blushing face as he slowed down, gently doing so as they would continue to grind, grind like no tomorrow in a wonderful manner that made soundless moans echo against pearly white tile. It was still discrete in its own little way.
Somewhere halfway through it all while attempting to contain suppressed moans, Jinki bites his lower lip, heartbeat racing. He likes this feeling, this warm hazy feeling that makes his legs weak right at the knees. But what was coming in the very near future that is what annoyed him. “Mi-Minho--” It would be easier to talk Jinki concludes, if Minho wasn’t giving doing something related to making him crazy horny, he digresses, somewhat. “Can we n-not use a--”
“Condom?” Jinki wonders if Minho knows what he’s thinking, wanting or badly desires to do, because Jinki always felt that this was as close as to jumping a cliff without any safety gear. He answers with a ‘yes’ which sounds awfully hitched.
Minho lets out a soft hum, almost as if he had to think about it. Why was he thinking about it when in the midst of sex, the older boy could never understand. Finally getting back to Jinki’s question, Minho answers negative. Shit buckets, loads of them.
“Why-why,” Jinki asks, but doesn’t get an answer from the younger boy, only a half-aggressive thrust with his hand, making Jinki release.
Lips meet again and Minho does this cutesy pecking with Jinki; eyes just a bit apologetic to not give what is wanted. Between sweet kisses he says, “I just can’t risk it hyung, even if we aren’t sick or something,” and unbuckles his God damned belt (which Jinki doesn’t like right at the moment since it takes Minho forever to get even that, off) “Maybe one day, when we get heavy sorts of drunk and condoms are nonexistent in the location we decide to do it, maybe then.”
“But that could be for-” Minho mindfully shuts Jinki up, shoving his tongue right into the older boy’s own mouth as he moans into the lock, they grind again, only not as covered. Jinki’s own hands ghostly move around, trying to remove Minho’s pants, sighing under his breath as he reached deep into his pockets for a condom, the flat little packaged plastic of doom literally sniggering at him. He ripped it without care, smoothing around the protection in his hands before dressing Minho’s aching erection with it, and it made Jinki cry inside. Covering such a pretty thing.
Minho grabs whatever could be considered lube in the medicine cabinet, drowning both himself and Jinki of their lustiness, getting so close and ramming inside the older boy, beginning the fuck session. Jinki mewls, one of his leg’s lifting right up higher for more umph, and it’s delightful, sweet like candy. His muscles tense slightly, bucking his hips to the sensations. He could hear Minho groan right close to his ear, hotly saying his name over and over, it’s not all that bad.
The thrusting is deep, empowering. A wave of pleasure bouncing all around in Jinki’s body. It continues on that way for much of the time but Jinki feels Minho take it down a notch, and it wasn’t very satisfying. He knew he was being cautious and all around gentle but this wasn’t so ideal.
“W-Why d-did you s-slow down?”
Minho takes in a gulp of air before swallowing. “The…condom broke.” He whispers lowly, the world seemed to have died at the slight rip that Jinki didn’t feel.
Jinki doesn’t know to answer this but only say, “Oh,” urging Minho to just continue without the care for the stupid little thing. Because in all honesty, Jinki is parading in his mind, his wish was answered in the most intimate situation and he’d laugh at this later for a condom breaking in the midst of it all. Besides, going without the protection felt a bajillion times better than with one, Jinki doesn’t know why Minho hadn’t considered that first.
Pleasure before safety, sometimes Jinki wanted Minho to think that way.
Onew/Minho ; hard R
*Mind you, condoms are involved and the title has nothing to do with the story.
There is this idea of safety that Minho had always liked, it’s comforting and gives a sense of protection within his own being so he knows he can chill and not go crazy (when Minho goes crazy, it’s amusing to everyone else and they tend to giggle-snort). He’s a gentle lover, cautious and a sensible person as far as Jinki knew, but sometimes the chariness part ticked him just a slight bit. Jinki liked things that involved a life threat, like jumping off a cliff--possibly without a bungee cord or belt or something.
When they got together (meaning, in the same room or out, somewhere) they flirted here and there with hints of possible sexual wanting and that was great. Amazing almost. Minho knows his ways as so does Jinki, despite the fact he’d bump a table just passing him by, spilling searing hot coffee on Jonghyun’s lap from time to time (still, Jonghyun didn‘t understand why this happened to him a majority of the time). Only Minho would laugh yet ask his hyung, “are you okay?” while Jinki earned a bitching from Kibum.
The playing of course, leads to something that considered physical touching and it usually involved being pushed with a force into the bathroom all in three seconds tops, with the door locked.
Minho always starts it first with Jinki unaware of what was happening.
“What are we doing, Minho--” he’d say as he usually felt cold tile against his back, the dainty t-shirt he wore always managed to be suspended into mid-air, then land into the shower stall. His pants were a different story, they just disappear.
The kissing begins with an abundant amount of tongue action, and it’s almost messy, but not given a fuck about. Minho’s hands explore around, touching familiar skin, cupping Jinki’s blushing face as he slowed down, gently doing so as they would continue to grind, grind like no tomorrow in a wonderful manner that made soundless moans echo against pearly white tile. It was still discrete in its own little way.
Somewhere halfway through it all while attempting to contain suppressed moans, Jinki bites his lower lip, heartbeat racing. He likes this feeling, this warm hazy feeling that makes his legs weak right at the knees. But what was coming in the very near future that is what annoyed him. “Mi-Minho--” It would be easier to talk Jinki concludes, if Minho wasn’t giving doing something related to making him crazy horny, he digresses, somewhat. “Can we n-not use a--”
“Condom?” Jinki wonders if Minho knows what he’s thinking, wanting or badly desires to do, because Jinki always felt that this was as close as to jumping a cliff without any safety gear. He answers with a ‘yes’ which sounds awfully hitched.
Minho lets out a soft hum, almost as if he had to think about it. Why was he thinking about it when in the midst of sex, the older boy could never understand. Finally getting back to Jinki’s question, Minho answers negative. Shit buckets, loads of them.
“Why-why,” Jinki asks, but doesn’t get an answer from the younger boy, only a half-aggressive thrust with his hand, making Jinki release.
Lips meet again and Minho does this cutesy pecking with Jinki; eyes just a bit apologetic to not give what is wanted. Between sweet kisses he says, “I just can’t risk it hyung, even if we aren’t sick or something,” and unbuckles his God damned belt (which Jinki doesn’t like right at the moment since it takes Minho forever to get even that, off) “Maybe one day, when we get heavy sorts of drunk and condoms are nonexistent in the location we decide to do it, maybe then.”
“But that could be for-” Minho mindfully shuts Jinki up, shoving his tongue right into the older boy’s own mouth as he moans into the lock, they grind again, only not as covered. Jinki’s own hands ghostly move around, trying to remove Minho’s pants, sighing under his breath as he reached deep into his pockets for a condom, the flat little packaged plastic of doom literally sniggering at him. He ripped it without care, smoothing around the protection in his hands before dressing Minho’s aching erection with it, and it made Jinki cry inside. Covering such a pretty thing.
Minho grabs whatever could be considered lube in the medicine cabinet, drowning both himself and Jinki of their lustiness, getting so close and ramming inside the older boy, beginning the fuck session. Jinki mewls, one of his leg’s lifting right up higher for more umph, and it’s delightful, sweet like candy. His muscles tense slightly, bucking his hips to the sensations. He could hear Minho groan right close to his ear, hotly saying his name over and over, it’s not all that bad.
The thrusting is deep, empowering. A wave of pleasure bouncing all around in Jinki’s body. It continues on that way for much of the time but Jinki feels Minho take it down a notch, and it wasn’t very satisfying. He knew he was being cautious and all around gentle but this wasn’t so ideal.
“W-Why d-did you s-slow down?”
Minho takes in a gulp of air before swallowing. “The…condom broke.” He whispers lowly, the world seemed to have died at the slight rip that Jinki didn’t feel.
Jinki doesn’t know to answer this but only say, “Oh,” urging Minho to just continue without the care for the stupid little thing. Because in all honesty, Jinki is parading in his mind, his wish was answered in the most intimate situation and he’d laugh at this later for a condom breaking in the midst of it all. Besides, going without the protection felt a bajillion times better than with one, Jinki doesn’t know why Minho hadn’t considered that first.
Pleasure before safety, sometimes Jinki wanted Minho to think that way.