fic: Again
Title: Again
Author: dria1029
Pairings:Jongyu
Genre: PWP
Warnings: bottom! Jinki…never will I make this a habit
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun has to put it in again
Word Count: 1,500+
a/n: Not much to say. Wanted to make this a het…thought better of it. And I’m really, really, really horny. /shrug
He wasn’t entirely comfortable with it, yet Jinki tentatively leaned down anyway under the younger’s whispered request. His dry lips gently brushed a wetter pair, hands bracing his short fall on the bedding on either side of Jonghyun’s head. Just like he’d been rehearsed to, Jinki took his time scooping the younger’s beautifully swollen hell-raisers with his mouth as the sweet nightmare that was Jonghyun’s abnormally warm hands grasped into his sweaty upper back. Small suckling noises seemed deafening soon; the older’s teeth were kneading a bit too aggressively, and maybe he wasn’t using his tongue quite as Jonghyun preferred, yet Jinki’s gathering enthusiasm made up for his lack of experience. He was a fast learner. Jonghyun’s one and only star pupil.
God, making out with him in the intermission of a fuck was glorious. Kissing him when they both were on the brink of cumming was unlike any other time he kissed Jinki. There was an untouchable explanation for why this was so, but Jonghyun rather let the crackling sensation of it consume him than try to find the right words. Time was precious, time was short. There was never much time when it came to Jinki.
There was never enough time.
“Give me that sugar,” he rasped in the midst of swapping a substantial amount of saliva with his lover, arching up into him. Jinki moaned in response. The remnants of Jonghyun’s musk, the scent of his essence, still lingered in the back of his throat from an earlier swallow, and he was more than happy to share his breath and spit with the one who polluted it so exquisitely. The mere memory, actually, made him moan again, and sent a new, urgent swell to his ripened cock. He finally relaxed over Jonghyun with one sagging shoulder, seizing a plump lip with his lips, then teeth, to release it with a stretching, zestful “pop.”
Jonghyun was barely able to utter a gravelly “Damn,” before Jinki had done it again, then again, sampling him. Growing even more desperate from the obvious approval of the other, from his own sense of self-gratification. It prompted Jonghyun to slide a hand down to one cheek and squeeze till either his hand or Jinki’s ass numbed. The latter happened first.
But the older didn’t mind the pain. Jonghyun full well knew that despite the strained whimper vibrating down his throat, Jinki had to hold back from spray painting a pearlescent, Picasso piece on his abdomen. Jinki liked that it hurt so good. It was one of the few switches Jonghyun didn’t really have to flip for the older, because Jinki had a coin already slipped inside him, he had already been programmed-he just needed to press ON for himself. ON just so happened to be wired to a fiery little something called Kim Jonghyun.
He liked that Jinki enjoyed figuring himself out. Just as much as he liked that his hyung enjoyed figuring him out.
Like now. With his mouth as weapon of choice.
Jinki’s tongue idly circled Jonghyun’s, a tiny clear trail running down to his chin. He shifted his lower body to mold his battered thighs into a better fit for Jonghyun’s small, yet deceptively sturdy waist. The tongue flitted out to lick the same buzzing circle around Jonghyun’s metallic-tasting lips, then plunged back in. Ravaging smacks resonated from Jinki’s swiveling head, trying to force himself deeper into Jonghyun’s already abused mouth. Jonghyun could have hungrily matched his vigor, yet he was too enticed and way too curious as to where Jinki was going with this newfound boldness.
Muffled grunts came from between them; by this point, their faces so mashed together it looked as if their faces as a whole were making out. Jinki fisted some of the younger’s hair, feeling the slap of something hot and hard on his inner cheek.
“Lemme put it back in,” Jonghyun said thickly, softly, once he’d maneuvered his head enough to stall their kissing. Hand gripping the base, he smacked the head of his cock on Jinki a few more times. Some of the cum, lube, and organically produced slush of Jinki’s asshole latched to his tip like a really heated, really pleasant glue. “Fuck, lemme put it in again.”
An ambiguous groan was his reply. He tried again, tilting his head up to let the older settle on eating his chin. Lids blanketed foggy brown and dilated black as Jonghyun folded his sore lips in ecstasy. “You gotta let me, Jinki. Please. Fuck, please.” His cock nudged against the puckered entrance, wanting to worm back inside so damn badly. It prodded rudely, the head of his cock dragging in rings around Jonghyun’s own, personal-dripping, tight- black hole; just as he was the older boy’s unsuspecting space craft, a rocket ship ready to be sucked into ball-draining oblivion.
But Jinki was quiet except for his slurping.
Jonghyun sighed an impatient, frustrated sigh. Surely he was bruising Jinki’s inner ass since he was so fucking stiff, stabbing into him so much-so assertive in his pursuit to wicked, slick happiness, he was about to go mad. Yet he couldn’t have his way without consent…
Something like a heavier whine: “Hyung, I have to put it in again.”
Not even an attempt, not even a budge. Jinki smiled ingeniously against Jonghyun’s neck now, teeth about to pull the thin skin there. Perhaps, the pupil has surpassed his professor in this course of coitus. Perhaps he has always surpassed him in the game of tease-in that maybe the younger might have used reverse psychology on the younger, fooling him into thinking that he, innocent schmuck Jinki, was a little lamb itching to be plucked by the big, bad wolf. All Jonghyun got was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Perhaps.
“Don’t make me beg you.” Jonghyun bucked his hips upward, mostly to ward of the strong desire to just slam his cock back in and be done with it. Truthfully, “Don’t make me take what you don’t give” was what he really wanted to say. Yes, his mouth really did have a filter…
Nails made artificial dimples into Jinki’s bunched back muscles. This was a pretty intense pickle, no pun intended. Amid getting his neck chewed and Jinki’s wriggling so that his elevated ass knocked Jonghyun's cock from side to side between in his ass cheeks, Jonghyun was on edge. “Again, hyung, again,” he urged loosely, slapping a hand to Jinki’s taunting ass. Bumping the top of Jinki’s head and somehow coaching the older back up so they were lip to lip. Jonghyun's moving mouth grazed Jinki’s parted one as he spoke; short, power thrusts hammering into his hyung’s inflamed genitalia to show he meant business. The hand on Jinki’s back clutched harder
“Let me put it back in.”
No more resisting, he added mentally.
Jinki was still for only a second before he lowered his head and nodded into Jonghyun’s neck. He grasped broad shoulders and widened his thighs to give his lover the green light. The other hands quickly went to grab chucks of his ass for purchase
When Jonghyun slid in, however, he couldn’t start stroking immediately.
No, because this was the reason why he fucked Jinki with countless intermissions, why there was never enough time.
When he shoved himself, all of himself, into all that heat and restriction, it gave him that kick. It was always that first penetration. Always the excitement of filling Jinki’s ass with that first intrusion that did it for him more so than the fuck itself. Kinda like the thrill of the chase between player and prey.
There was a deep moan and a sharp, whimpering gasp from Jinki’s end when Jonghyun gave a swift, powerful thrust of his hips, so that he popped in to the hilt, jerking their bodies. Yet even with the complete joint, Jonghyun stalled by making his hips press up as hard as he could, the strength leaving Jinki’s lower body semi-suspended off the bed. Pressure of Jonghyun’s cock so insurmountably painful and pleasant in his spasming hole.
His muffled moan was felt and heard in Jonghyun’s throat. In return, Jonghyun’s bobbing Adam’s apple descended and ascended from the chilling sensation of being packed into Jinki; it weirdly rubbed Jinki’s damp forehead, but the older barely felt it.
Jonghyun fucked him like that for a long time. Sliding completely out and pummeling himself back in, taking his time-time they didn’t have. Each time jolting them and the bed. Each time making Jinki cry out louder, tighten his grip on shoulders, and redden. But it’s never good to wear out a good thing, so eventually he just lifted and slammed Jinki’s ass over his cock manually in a fixed pace. Not even allowing the older to do it himself under any circumstances...until he came. Then it was all Jinki. He was free to bounce as much as he pleased, sitting all the way back to support himself up on weak elbows and rolling on Jonghyun dick with this slutty expression Jonghyun never got tired of. Feeling like a slut himself when he licked the droplets of Jinki’s cum from around his mouth-that had sprinkled when the older boy came hard and his jizz had jet so heavily, it landed on Jonghyun’s chest and face.
He couldn’t wait until they did this again.
Author: dria1029
Pairings:Jongyu
Genre: PWP
Warnings: bottom! Jinki…never will I make this a habit
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jonghyun has to put it in again
Word Count: 1,500+
a/n: Not much to say. Wanted to make this a het…thought better of it. And I’m really, really, really horny. /shrug
He wasn’t entirely comfortable with it, yet Jinki tentatively leaned down anyway under the younger’s whispered request. His dry lips gently brushed a wetter pair, hands bracing his short fall on the bedding on either side of Jonghyun’s head. Just like he’d been rehearsed to, Jinki took his time scooping the younger’s beautifully swollen hell-raisers with his mouth as the sweet nightmare that was Jonghyun’s abnormally warm hands grasped into his sweaty upper back. Small suckling noises seemed deafening soon; the older’s teeth were kneading a bit too aggressively, and maybe he wasn’t using his tongue quite as Jonghyun preferred, yet Jinki’s gathering enthusiasm made up for his lack of experience. He was a fast learner. Jonghyun’s one and only star pupil.
God, making out with him in the intermission of a fuck was glorious. Kissing him when they both were on the brink of cumming was unlike any other time he kissed Jinki. There was an untouchable explanation for why this was so, but Jonghyun rather let the crackling sensation of it consume him than try to find the right words. Time was precious, time was short. There was never much time when it came to Jinki.
There was never enough time.
“Give me that sugar,” he rasped in the midst of swapping a substantial amount of saliva with his lover, arching up into him. Jinki moaned in response. The remnants of Jonghyun’s musk, the scent of his essence, still lingered in the back of his throat from an earlier swallow, and he was more than happy to share his breath and spit with the one who polluted it so exquisitely. The mere memory, actually, made him moan again, and sent a new, urgent swell to his ripened cock. He finally relaxed over Jonghyun with one sagging shoulder, seizing a plump lip with his lips, then teeth, to release it with a stretching, zestful “pop.”
Jonghyun was barely able to utter a gravelly “Damn,” before Jinki had done it again, then again, sampling him. Growing even more desperate from the obvious approval of the other, from his own sense of self-gratification. It prompted Jonghyun to slide a hand down to one cheek and squeeze till either his hand or Jinki’s ass numbed. The latter happened first.
But the older didn’t mind the pain. Jonghyun full well knew that despite the strained whimper vibrating down his throat, Jinki had to hold back from spray painting a pearlescent, Picasso piece on his abdomen. Jinki liked that it hurt so good. It was one of the few switches Jonghyun didn’t really have to flip for the older, because Jinki had a coin already slipped inside him, he had already been programmed-he just needed to press ON for himself. ON just so happened to be wired to a fiery little something called Kim Jonghyun.
He liked that Jinki enjoyed figuring himself out. Just as much as he liked that his hyung enjoyed figuring him out.
Like now. With his mouth as weapon of choice.
Jinki’s tongue idly circled Jonghyun’s, a tiny clear trail running down to his chin. He shifted his lower body to mold his battered thighs into a better fit for Jonghyun’s small, yet deceptively sturdy waist. The tongue flitted out to lick the same buzzing circle around Jonghyun’s metallic-tasting lips, then plunged back in. Ravaging smacks resonated from Jinki’s swiveling head, trying to force himself deeper into Jonghyun’s already abused mouth. Jonghyun could have hungrily matched his vigor, yet he was too enticed and way too curious as to where Jinki was going with this newfound boldness.
Muffled grunts came from between them; by this point, their faces so mashed together it looked as if their faces as a whole were making out. Jinki fisted some of the younger’s hair, feeling the slap of something hot and hard on his inner cheek.
“Lemme put it back in,” Jonghyun said thickly, softly, once he’d maneuvered his head enough to stall their kissing. Hand gripping the base, he smacked the head of his cock on Jinki a few more times. Some of the cum, lube, and organically produced slush of Jinki’s asshole latched to his tip like a really heated, really pleasant glue. “Fuck, lemme put it in again.”
An ambiguous groan was his reply. He tried again, tilting his head up to let the older settle on eating his chin. Lids blanketed foggy brown and dilated black as Jonghyun folded his sore lips in ecstasy. “You gotta let me, Jinki. Please. Fuck, please.” His cock nudged against the puckered entrance, wanting to worm back inside so damn badly. It prodded rudely, the head of his cock dragging in rings around Jonghyun’s own, personal-dripping, tight- black hole; just as he was the older boy’s unsuspecting space craft, a rocket ship ready to be sucked into ball-draining oblivion.
But Jinki was quiet except for his slurping.
Jonghyun sighed an impatient, frustrated sigh. Surely he was bruising Jinki’s inner ass since he was so fucking stiff, stabbing into him so much-so assertive in his pursuit to wicked, slick happiness, he was about to go mad. Yet he couldn’t have his way without consent…
Something like a heavier whine: “Hyung, I have to put it in again.”
Not even an attempt, not even a budge. Jinki smiled ingeniously against Jonghyun’s neck now, teeth about to pull the thin skin there. Perhaps, the pupil has surpassed his professor in this course of coitus. Perhaps he has always surpassed him in the game of tease-in that maybe the younger might have used reverse psychology on the younger, fooling him into thinking that he, innocent schmuck Jinki, was a little lamb itching to be plucked by the big, bad wolf. All Jonghyun got was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Perhaps.
“Don’t make me beg you.” Jonghyun bucked his hips upward, mostly to ward of the strong desire to just slam his cock back in and be done with it. Truthfully, “Don’t make me take what you don’t give” was what he really wanted to say. Yes, his mouth really did have a filter…
Nails made artificial dimples into Jinki’s bunched back muscles. This was a pretty intense pickle, no pun intended. Amid getting his neck chewed and Jinki’s wriggling so that his elevated ass knocked Jonghyun's cock from side to side between in his ass cheeks, Jonghyun was on edge. “Again, hyung, again,” he urged loosely, slapping a hand to Jinki’s taunting ass. Bumping the top of Jinki’s head and somehow coaching the older back up so they were lip to lip. Jonghyun's moving mouth grazed Jinki’s parted one as he spoke; short, power thrusts hammering into his hyung’s inflamed genitalia to show he meant business. The hand on Jinki’s back clutched harder
“Let me put it back in.”
No more resisting, he added mentally.
Jinki was still for only a second before he lowered his head and nodded into Jonghyun’s neck. He grasped broad shoulders and widened his thighs to give his lover the green light. The other hands quickly went to grab chucks of his ass for purchase
When Jonghyun slid in, however, he couldn’t start stroking immediately.
No, because this was the reason why he fucked Jinki with countless intermissions, why there was never enough time.
When he shoved himself, all of himself, into all that heat and restriction, it gave him that kick. It was always that first penetration. Always the excitement of filling Jinki’s ass with that first intrusion that did it for him more so than the fuck itself. Kinda like the thrill of the chase between player and prey.
There was a deep moan and a sharp, whimpering gasp from Jinki’s end when Jonghyun gave a swift, powerful thrust of his hips, so that he popped in to the hilt, jerking their bodies. Yet even with the complete joint, Jonghyun stalled by making his hips press up as hard as he could, the strength leaving Jinki’s lower body semi-suspended off the bed. Pressure of Jonghyun’s cock so insurmountably painful and pleasant in his spasming hole.
His muffled moan was felt and heard in Jonghyun’s throat. In return, Jonghyun’s bobbing Adam’s apple descended and ascended from the chilling sensation of being packed into Jinki; it weirdly rubbed Jinki’s damp forehead, but the older barely felt it.
Jonghyun fucked him like that for a long time. Sliding completely out and pummeling himself back in, taking his time-time they didn’t have. Each time jolting them and the bed. Each time making Jinki cry out louder, tighten his grip on shoulders, and redden. But it’s never good to wear out a good thing, so eventually he just lifted and slammed Jinki’s ass over his cock manually in a fixed pace. Not even allowing the older to do it himself under any circumstances...until he came. Then it was all Jinki. He was free to bounce as much as he pleased, sitting all the way back to support himself up on weak elbows and rolling on Jonghyun dick with this slutty expression Jonghyun never got tired of. Feeling like a slut himself when he licked the droplets of Jinki’s cum from around his mouth-that had sprinkled when the older boy came hard and his jizz had jet so heavily, it landed on Jonghyun’s chest and face.
He couldn’t wait until they did this again.