between the sheets [jongyu, nc-17]
between the sheets
jongyu, nc-17
frot, non-penetrative sex
tracing patterns in the maze of your back
softly, softly the goose bumps like that
and then a kiss...
maybe another,
and another one »
A cold snap has hit Seoul and the floors aren‘t heated due to the boiler having been shut off. A few broken pipes somewhere in the lower floors. They were given room heaters that should do for the night. But it still doesn’t fix the fact that it’s so cold. Jinki lays there wondering if they should just take a taxi and check into a hotel.
The click of the door opening catches his attention, followed by bare feet padding across the hardwood floor towards his bed. Jinki can tell it’s Jonghyun because of the lack of slippers or socks the other members would have otherwise - smartly - worn.
“You awake?” he hears him barely whisper into the darkness.
Jinki wants to ignore him. But he’ll be awake for awhile longer, he can feel it. He’s too wired from who knows what. He sighs, breaking the silence.
“Yeah.”
“Good!” Jonghyun exclaims, pulling up the covers and slipping easily into the space on the mattress that Jinki doesn’t quite occupy.
Jinki turns towards the wall and shifts forward slightly to give them some room.
But as expected, Jonghyun curves in close around him, “I‘m cold.”
“Well, if you wore more then just boxers, maybe you wouldn‘t be.”
Jonghyun slips his foot between the both of his and he wants to kick him away just to be mean. But decides that’s too much work. Though, it might warm him up abit...
“I already think I‘m overdressed as it is. Being naked is natural.”
Jinki says nothing as he closes his eyes and tries not to picture when he’s accidentally walked in on a changing, bathing or sleeping Jonghyun and practically seen the other man naked on countless occasions. The apple of his cheeks warm significantly.
Soft, even breaths on the back of his neck spread goose bumps across his skin. Jonghyun throws an arm around him and pulls him close to his chest. A shiver runs through him almost immediately as the younger man nuzzles into the back of his neck and lips barely brush over the knob of his spine.
“You’re so warm.” Jonghyun sighs, hot breath easing over his skin and he feels heat rise all over the wrong places. He tightens his thighs and cringes ever so slightly. But he’s not going to lie, his hand doesn’t quite cut it and the lack of space between them is getting a little unbearable.
Okay, so maybe in the beginning he’s had a few dreams where he’s done some questionably sexual things with - or to - his band mates. But now, it’s awkward and uncomfortable to think of any of them in that manner. Yet, still, as the five of them try to pick up the natural flow of the choreography to any new song, he can’t help but watch Jonghyun’s reflection move and dance in the mirror. Or when they sit at the table to finally eat a meal together, he can’t keep his mind off of the way the slightly younger man licks his chopsticks.
Maybe he likes the way Jonghyun slings his arm around his shoulders sometimes, just because. Maybe he likes the feel of his hand in his or the way his smile looks in the darkness of their van during long rides back home from some performance. Maybe he just really, really, really likes Jonghyun.
Jonghyun’s hand runs slowly up and down along Jinki’s arm. But as he’s about to turn his head and ask the younger man to move over a bit, said man presses his nose to Jinki’s neck again, shifting his weight on the mattress and practically throwing a leg over the side of Jinki’s hip.
He opens his mouth in an attempt to say something but Jonghyun interrupts before a proper question or statement can form in his mind or on his tongue.
“Just…it‘s cold. We‘ll freeze to death.”
His mouth closes with an audible clap as he blinks up at the other and says nothing, Jonghyun’s eyes search his face for some sort of disagreement. But a hot flush rises up along his neck as he feels Jonghyun’s fingers slip underneath his shirt. Their eyes connect and Jinki doesn’t try to hide the fact that, yeah, he wants to do this. Whatever this is.
And probably more then he expected because his chest practically lifts in excitement.
As Jonghyun throws a knee over his hips, he shifts his own weight to lay flat against the bed and allows the other to straddle him properly. Jonghyun runs his hand up over his abdomen, dragging his shirt upwards along with it and leaving the fabric just below his chin. He precedes to run his hands down along Jinki’s arms, interlocking their finger together and lifting them above his head. Letting go, he grips his wrists and locks Jinki’s hands against the headboard with one of his own.
He arches slightly as Jonghyun grinds his hips down and rubs his free hand over his chest, purposely pressing his fingers to now hardening nipples. Squeezing his eyes closed, he squirms as the other’s hand precedes to move downwards and fingers move slowly across sensitive skin, nails scrape over ticklish spots along his body. And before he can really register it, there’s a hand reaching between Jonghyun’s legs and fingers dipping into his pajama pants. He gasps at the pressure placed over his clothed cock as the younger man’s fingers curve around it.
“J-Jonghyun,” is all he can mumble as he tries to cant his hips upward.
Bucking his hips, he groans as the other man thumbs over the bulge and squeezes his wrists. He peers up from beneath his eyelashes at Jonghyun and finds him intently watching his reaction, lids heavy above his eyes and lips parted ever so slightly. He tries to think of something to say, something to either stop this or make sure he’s not the only one who feels his heart stuttering inside his chest. Because when he looks at the other man, it’s like he can actually feel his heart fluttering against his ribcage.
Jonghyun leans down to nuzzle up the side of his throat - that Jinki can’t help but expose further - and puffs quick, hot breaths over his skin. He noses along his jaw line and places a soft peck to his chin, then another to his lips. Jinki’s eyes slip closed once again as he lifts his head and hardens the kiss, melding his lips to the younger man’s plush flesh.
It’s slow and gentle, a simple move of lips on lips. Jinki’s chest squeezes at the gentle way Jonghyun curves his hand around the back of his neck and pulls him closer, having released his hands. But it’s not long before the other’s tongue swipes across the seam of Jinki’s lips, looking for a way in and the palm of the younger man’s other hand presses over his cock once again. He whimpers as he parts his lips and the slick muscle swirls inside his mouth.
His body is being heated immensely by the thought of Jonghyun’s tongue, his lips and every other part of is body. Jinki’s mind runs wild with images and things he wants to do to and with him.
Once they part for air, his head is swaying and swirling. Both of Jonghyun’s hands are roaming wildly across his body. He grips the pillow, just to ground himself, to make sure he doesn’t pass out and places one hand in the thickness of Jonghyun’s hair. Th younger man mouths down along his jaw, tongue making a lazy circle just behind his earlobe as he glides a trail of slick wetness down the side of his neck and along his collarbone. A shiver rakes down his spine.
As the tingle of someone's hands all over his body sets in, he combs his fingers through the dark brown tresses already between his fingers. With the other, he reaches out to run his fingers down Jonghyun’s chest. Just to feel the hard muscle underneath soft flesh. Jonghyun reaches down once again and gropes around in the folds of his pajama pants more frantically then before. He gasps as fingers actually grip the bare flesh of his cock, warm hand moving up and down the length. A slow moan reverberates from his chest as he bucks up wildly.
Jinki fumbles with his thoughts and emotions but before he can really think about any of it, he reaches into the opening of the other man’s boxers and takes a hold of his cock as well. He feels his face heat up exponentially at the way Jonghyun‘s mouth hangs open and hips roll all slow and sexy. He works the heated flesh like he likes and watches the other with so much want to just jerk him off right then and there, burn the image of him coming into his brain forever.
But Jonghyun grabs his wrist and gently tugs on it, “Wait, wait.”
His eyes flutter open and Jinki thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He leans down and presses their foreheads together.
“Should we…be doing this?” he whispers, breathlessly.
Jinki blinks at him, the feel of his length heavy in his hand as he tries to come up with something logical to say to that. Jonghyun further tugs on his wrist and he releases him unwillingly while Jonghyun also pulls his hand from the folds of his pants. He frowns slightly, panic setting in. He wonders if he’s trying to stop this before it gets too far. Before it's too hard to stop.
“I…want to. I've always w-”
He stops himself and shifts his gaze as Jonghyun stares into his eyes expectantly. Fear swirls in his gut and he wants to hide, crawl into someone else's bed and tell them that he loves one of their band mates and that he's scared to tell said band mate because everything will change. Everything will get so complicated and hard to deal with. He wants to hide in someone's arms.
“Me too.” he mumbles back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
He swears his heart is singing as he bites his bottom lip to hide the smile threatening to burst across his lips, impatience skittering across his body. Jonghyun’s exhale washes over his face and he can smell the mint from their toothpaste. He can almost taste it as he takes it in and holds the other’s breath in his lungs. Jonghyun opens his eyes and Jinki feels like he’s been caught doing something strange.
“I love your lips.” he whispers, inching back a little.
Jinki blushes as he stares unabashedly at his lips, running his fingers over them. He sighs, opening his mouth ever so slightly at the caress. Jonghyun rubs his thumb across them and Jinki intentionally darts his tongue out to lick the digit. The younger man looks transfixed as he presses his thumb into Jinki’s mouth and he takes it in willingly. The thought that Jonghyun might want to slip his cock into Jinki’s mouth like this makes him whimper, suck a little harder and swirl his tongue over and over.
Jonghyun pulls his fingers from his mouth and replaces them with a tongue. Jinki’s mouth practically waters as they kiss open-mouthed and sloppy. He arches up once again and Jonghyun pinches a nipple. He groans, trying to roll his hips up against the other man. Trying for a little friction. Just a little more. He’s so unbelievably hard, that it’s almost painful.
“Well, since this is our first time...” he says, mouth still pressed to his.
A burn of embarrassment spreads over his body as he catches the smirk the younger man gives him while he shimmies down his body and yanks Jinki’s pants to his knees. He yelps at the sudden jostle and practically moans as the air hits heated flesh and eyes gaze over his partially naked frame. Slapping a hand over his own eyes, he fights the urge to end this faster then he wants out of pure embarrassment and the fact that all of this is far too much for him to handle at the moment.
“God, you‘re so fucking- I…”
Jonghyun’s words hang in the awkward stillness and Jinki doesn‘t bother to remove his hand. Until he feels the other moving around on the bed. He peeks over and finds the other fumbling with the drawers of the nightstand.
“Do you have any lube?”
A chill of excitement and fear tremors through his body as he leans over and opens the top drawer. After much random groping inside the drawer’s messy contents and Jonghyun placing random kisses to his shoulder, he pulls out the tube of clear cherry flavoured lube. He lays back on the bed, hands the tube to the other man and covers his face once again with the crook of his elbow.
“Nice.”
“Shut up.”
Jonghyun chuckles and Jinki can’t help but smile as he feels himself being straddled once again. “I like cherry too. Not passing any judgement.”
“Oh god.“ he rubs both hands over his face as he tries to rub the blush from his cheeks.
“Also, why would you need lube? Who have you been fucking?”
There’s a serious tone to his question, despite trying to make it sound light-hearted. Jinki looks up to find him squirting some of it into his palm, focusing far too hard on the clear gel then need be.
“Myself?”
He stops squeezing the death out of the poor bottle, which makes an obscene noise as he peers up at him. “Well, I- okay.” clearing his throat, he rubs the lube all over his one hand.
“Here we go~”
The thought that Jonghyun is beyond cute disappears as he reaches down and slathers the thick liquid along his own length. A sigh softly passes through parted lips and Jinki tries not to whimper again, his midsection swirling eagerly as he watches intently. The thought of Jonghyun still wearing his boxers doesn’t really register as he squirts more lube into his palm and precedes to warm it up. He moves down a bit lower along his legs and straddles his thighs. Jinki’s momentarily confused by what exactly the plan is here but Jonghyun leans down and practically lays on top of him while now slicking up Jinki's cock. He gasps at the wet warmth of his palm and looks down to find they’re both inside Jonghyun's grip. Jinki’s mouth drops open as the other's hand works them both, moving up and down slowly.
“Oh.” he swallows the lump in his throat as Jonghyun peers up at him and grins.
“Good?”
“I- yeah.”
“Good.”
Jonghyun leans down and places his lips to Jinki’s neck, softly licking his pulse point, which has shot up in speed at such a great leap that he’s doesn’t understand how he’s not having a heart attack by now. The younger man hums pleasantly as he rolls his hips to Jinki’s. He lets himself moan ashamedly into Jonghyun‘s ear, gripping the younger man’s free arm in order to try steady himself, to make sure this is as real as he’s ever felt before, that the hazy cloud of ecstasy hanging over his senses is as ethereal as he can ever get. Besides dying. Maybe he is dying.
Fingers curve over the heads of their shafts and he arches underneath him, grip tightening on the other's bicep and moving his other hand up to tug on Jonghyun’s hair with more force then he probably means to. But he doesn’t care at this point as he peers down once again and finds it oddly attractive to have himself pressed against Jonghyun’s cock, his fingers moving around their shafts.
An odd noise rises from his throat and he rolls his hips again and again. Jonghyun does the same and they’re staring at one another. He stares at the younger man’s mouth, the way his lips are parted and very audibly breathing heavy, hot breaths. His tongue darts out to lick the corner of his mouth and Jinki can’t help the violent twitch of his body, squirming underneath the other man.
Jinki pulls Jonghyun down to cling to him, to wrap his arms around and feel his body pressed to his. He thrusts upwards again and the other man is groaning, arm working wildly as his body tenses. Jinki feels everything blur around the edges as hips hit so hard against his, he’s sure they’ll bruise. But as the pace escalates, the realization that the warmth and slickness around his length is from Jonghyun tips him over the edge.
He gasps and moans, groans and swears quite loudly. His body almost hurts as muscles tense and the heat of his orgasm explodes all over his skin and the tendrils of white spread over his lower stomach. Not far off, Jonghyun is also thrusting forward harshly, letting out a strangled moan as he cums just as hard. Jinki can’t let go of the vice-like grip he has on the other man above him because the sensitivity buzzing all over is nerves.
“Wow.” Jonghyun half laughs after a few seconds, collapsing on top of him.
“Shit.” he whimpers, trying to pry himself off the other.
The younger man leans his weight to the side and slips off him, leg still around his waist. He rolls over, nuzzling into the crook of Jonghyun's neck. The fuzzy, drowsiness of his post-orgasm begins pulling him into a hazy, warm feeling that is far to comfortable to fight.
“We have to clean up.”
Jinki doesn’t bother to reply besides a hum of acknowledgment as he gropes around for Jonghyun’s hand to hold.
“Can we do this more often?”
This time he nods, smelling the musky scent of Jonghyun’s sweat along his neck.
“I love you.” is all he can say, trying hopelessly to fight the heavy weight of his eyelids and the pressure of sleep.
“I…love you too.”
Jinki feels Jonghyun’s hand interlock with his and squeeze.
+
He squints up into the half-light of an early morning and nuzzles his face into the pillow. He groans, stretching his legs out. His foot connects with something solid. But not as solid as the wall. Peeking over through one eye, he finds Jonghyun facing him, arm still wrapped around him.
A smile spreads over his mouth as he wiggles up to the younger man.
“Finally up?”
He feels his cheeks warm as he’s pulled closer to Jonghyun’s chest, “Yeah.”
“Good because we’re half an hour late.”
+
“WHAT!?”
Taemin steps out of his and Kibum’s shared room, yawning and squinting down the hall at the sudden ruckus. As a bedroom door flies open, the owner of said room goes skidding by and into the bathroom. Jonghyun is on his heels, yelling after him and grinning cheekily as he also enters the washroom.
"Morning, Taemin-ah~" The door locks.
He quietly curses them for being so loud at such an ungodly hour on their first day off since who knows when. And also for the fact that he has to pee.
Mumbling under his breath, he wonders if there’s an empty bottle still in the recycling bin and whether or not this means Jinki and Jonghyun have finally began having sex.
i just needed to write some smut.
late for work and can't re-read. concrit or concerns are very welcome~
EDIT:
idk why people feel the need to plagiarize -> KinoDino's "fic" Ch.4 & Ch.5