I'll teach you how to dance. (Chapter 2)
Title: I'll teach you how to dance. (Chapter 2)
Pairing: jonghyun/key
Rating: NC 17
Summary: “You can go, yes. But remember that the song isn’t over, Jonghyun”
He was born for mischief and raised by red-tailed foxes. He hides in the crowd and his eyes lock on me, daring me, calling me out to play for a while before he knocks me dead, for that’s what foxes do, they play with their food. I’m being lured into a trap and I can see it clearly, the void gaping beneath my mindless steps.
But mom used to say that the only way to notice a good predator is by the pain of their fangs sinking in the skin of your neck. I stare at him and his eyes gleam, for a while forgetting to finish what he’s been saying to Taemin, which makes him look my way and then back to him, confused.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be worried when I dream of his hair tousled and his back sweaty and arching, his nails scratching my back and his lips parted in mindless pleas and whimpers. Perhaps I should forget the way he rocked his hips against mine, the way he looked having submitted to his needs and instincts.
For that creature can’t have been Kim Kibum, Kim Kibum is always composed and perfect, calculating and thinking twice, planning and plotting. Kim Kibum always knows what he is doing. And I, I am the exact opposite.
That’s why nights have become my greatest enemy and self- control the thing I hang onto for dear life.
He acts as if that night never happened when the others are present, and when they’re gone he never talks to me, only stares, eyes scorching me and claiming the air from my lungs. I tried to start a conversation and avoid his gaze once, but he came up behind me, placing his lips on the back of my neck and whispering ‘that’s no fun, Jonghyun’, and then he walked away from me, leaving me stunned and unbearably horny for the rest of the night.
So no, I do not talk with him, I only watch him, feeling an unsettling amount of possessiveness when he talks to anyone else but me, spending my time trying not to sleep, thing which has a negative effect on my sanity.
My palms feel sweaty and I clench and relax my hand reflexively, realizing that there’s a conversation going on of which I am not part, and Onew is asking my something that I never heard. And then he does it. He settles between my legs, leaning back and giving me a peck on the cheek, saying ‘Jonghyun is spacing out again’ and placing his hand on my own.
“I am not spacing out” I frown and remove my hand from his, I can’t focus when he touches me, I just can’t. “I’m sorry, Onew, what did you ask me?”
“Key said you were extremely nervous about the concert but in the end it turned out ok, right?”
Key leans back again, supporting his back on my chest, head resting in the crook of my neck, fingers toying with my earring. The night before the concert, great, thanx, Onew. So much for trying not to think about THAT.
“Jonghyun was so worried at first, but I think he managed to find a bit of excitement.”
He’s got me between his teeth and I haven’t even noticed. I’m sweating, his breath is burning my neck, and all I can think of is his whimper when our bodies touched, the contact that had made my mind swim is back with a vengeance, I’m getting hard, and when he notices I’ve lost, I’m dead meat and lunch for the predator.
“Weren’t you excited, Jonghyun?” he teases, I blush, Minho is looking at me intensely with eyes that warn ‘I know what’s going on’ and I should feel embarrassed, I should make him understand I do not want this, but the beast in my chest growls and bares its teeth, why does he care, what is that look for, Key is mine and mine alone. My right hand grabs Kibum’s knee, pulling him closer, and I’m vaguely wondering when did I lose control of my limbs.
“Yes, a bit” I snarl and Key smiles and whispers “You did great” then fidgets enough to brush his ass against my erection, causing my sudden intake of breath and Minho’s deadly glare. The others have engaged in conversation again, so I bow my head and whisper “Please, go sit somewhere else”
“I like it here” he states and even my breath comes out shaky. I fight my head and the need to pin him to the floor. There are people around. The dorm is never empty. This cannot happen. “very, very, much” I clench my teeth and increase the pressure on his knee, I want him to understand that the only thing saving him is those three, I want him to understand that and move away, stop teasing, I’m losing it for real.
And then they rise and say it’s late and they will go to sleep, and I am holding Key down with such a force that I doubt he would dare get up. But as soon as they’re out the door he grabs my hand and pushes me away, standing up and saying that he’ll go too, and he’s almost at the door when I realize I’m not going to let him go.
I grab his hand and close the door before him, turning him around and pinning him to the wall. His eyes are alluring and his lips are a rosy pink, I reach for them and trace them with my fingers, licking my own and trying not to take that step towards destruction. This is sheer need, nothing more, I just want to see how you look when you cum, I just want to know for it’s killing me. His lips part and his tongue darts out and licks my fingers, one by one, sucking them in his mouth, making me dizzy with desire, my other hand grabs his hair and I force his mouth away before I lose my mind completely. He whimpers and thrusts in the air trying to find some friction, but I won’t move closer, all I want is…
“Jonghyun, please, please” he begs and I'm certain I haven’t been so hard in my life, never felt this hunger in my veins for another person before, so I unbuckle his belt and shove my hand in his boxers, taking hold of his cock and trying to keep that thing I’m feeling at bay at the expression on his face and the moan that escapes him, because the thing to do is tell him to be quiet when all I want is to be able to hear these sounds forever.
His hands grab my shoulders for support as I pump his length and watch his face contort in desire, his hair sticking sweaty to his forehead.
“faster” he commands, my hand is wet from his precum and sliding easily along his cock, my own desire is becoming painful, but I can take care of that later, nothing matters as long as he keeps panting and trembling in lust, nothing else.
“Let me” he says and his hands move for my belt, but I push them away, that’s not the plan, no.
He frowns, but he is closer now, he tries so hard to stay standing. “Why not” he asks in between gasps, and I can’t discuss now, not now not ever.
“I just want to see you come” I’m panting as well, whimpering in frustrated need and downright denial, but I won’t break.
We must never fuck, Key.
“I’ll only come with you thrusting inside me, Jonghyun, do you get that?” his breath is warm against my ear, sending shivers up my spine and I actually moan because the mental image is too vivid and my dreams of that exact scene too many to ignore.
I make a failed attempt at sneering.
“It would be fun to see you try not to." I run my fingers over the head of his cock and he bites his bottom lip, drawing my mouth to his, our breaths mingling. "You’re too close, Key, and I don’t plan on stopping.”
He groans and throws his head on the wall, then stares into my eyes.
“That was a bad move, making me see it as a game, you know." He smirks, eyes focusing on my face, that expression never failing to make me feel powerless. "It’s so simple, Jonghyun. I’ll just undo your pants and turn around. I won’t even tell you to slow down. I’ll let you take me as you want” he whispers, looking directly into my eyes and making my legs feel weak.
“Fuck” I can’t take it. I kneel in front of him, his scent so human that I can hardly believe this is Kim Kibum. But then again, I’m on my knees in front of a guy and that is not a common occurrence either.
He reaches for my face and rubs my bottom lip.
“Just, please, let me see you come, Key. Let me see it.” I lick at his finger, my head spinning and my body burning up.
“You’re a good player, I’ll give you that. But I, Jonghyun, I am a winner”
His lips part and he smirks.
No, what are you planning, Kim Kibum. You can't get out of this, I won't let you.
“Minho!”
And just like that, with one simple spoken word from his lips, I let go and stand up, moving away and trying to compose myself. He can’t have done this. The door clicks open and I can’t look at that guy, he will know in a second.
“What is it?”
“Do you think I can borrow your red shirt tomorrow?”
“uh? Yes it’s ok”
“Thank you” Key turns his head to look at me, 'I never lose' written all over his face.
“Are you guys coming along? We must wake up early tomorrow”
I chance a glance at him, wearing my most innocent look, and say “yes”
As if sleeping is a thing I am able to do.
Pairing: jonghyun/key
Rating: NC 17
Summary: “You can go, yes. But remember that the song isn’t over, Jonghyun”
He was born for mischief and raised by red-tailed foxes. He hides in the crowd and his eyes lock on me, daring me, calling me out to play for a while before he knocks me dead, for that’s what foxes do, they play with their food. I’m being lured into a trap and I can see it clearly, the void gaping beneath my mindless steps.
But mom used to say that the only way to notice a good predator is by the pain of their fangs sinking in the skin of your neck. I stare at him and his eyes gleam, for a while forgetting to finish what he’s been saying to Taemin, which makes him look my way and then back to him, confused.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be worried when I dream of his hair tousled and his back sweaty and arching, his nails scratching my back and his lips parted in mindless pleas and whimpers. Perhaps I should forget the way he rocked his hips against mine, the way he looked having submitted to his needs and instincts.
For that creature can’t have been Kim Kibum, Kim Kibum is always composed and perfect, calculating and thinking twice, planning and plotting. Kim Kibum always knows what he is doing. And I, I am the exact opposite.
That’s why nights have become my greatest enemy and self- control the thing I hang onto for dear life.
He acts as if that night never happened when the others are present, and when they’re gone he never talks to me, only stares, eyes scorching me and claiming the air from my lungs. I tried to start a conversation and avoid his gaze once, but he came up behind me, placing his lips on the back of my neck and whispering ‘that’s no fun, Jonghyun’, and then he walked away from me, leaving me stunned and unbearably horny for the rest of the night.
So no, I do not talk with him, I only watch him, feeling an unsettling amount of possessiveness when he talks to anyone else but me, spending my time trying not to sleep, thing which has a negative effect on my sanity.
My palms feel sweaty and I clench and relax my hand reflexively, realizing that there’s a conversation going on of which I am not part, and Onew is asking my something that I never heard. And then he does it. He settles between my legs, leaning back and giving me a peck on the cheek, saying ‘Jonghyun is spacing out again’ and placing his hand on my own.
“I am not spacing out” I frown and remove my hand from his, I can’t focus when he touches me, I just can’t. “I’m sorry, Onew, what did you ask me?”
“Key said you were extremely nervous about the concert but in the end it turned out ok, right?”
Key leans back again, supporting his back on my chest, head resting in the crook of my neck, fingers toying with my earring. The night before the concert, great, thanx, Onew. So much for trying not to think about THAT.
“Jonghyun was so worried at first, but I think he managed to find a bit of excitement.”
He’s got me between his teeth and I haven’t even noticed. I’m sweating, his breath is burning my neck, and all I can think of is his whimper when our bodies touched, the contact that had made my mind swim is back with a vengeance, I’m getting hard, and when he notices I’ve lost, I’m dead meat and lunch for the predator.
“Weren’t you excited, Jonghyun?” he teases, I blush, Minho is looking at me intensely with eyes that warn ‘I know what’s going on’ and I should feel embarrassed, I should make him understand I do not want this, but the beast in my chest growls and bares its teeth, why does he care, what is that look for, Key is mine and mine alone. My right hand grabs Kibum’s knee, pulling him closer, and I’m vaguely wondering when did I lose control of my limbs.
“Yes, a bit” I snarl and Key smiles and whispers “You did great” then fidgets enough to brush his ass against my erection, causing my sudden intake of breath and Minho’s deadly glare. The others have engaged in conversation again, so I bow my head and whisper “Please, go sit somewhere else”
“I like it here” he states and even my breath comes out shaky. I fight my head and the need to pin him to the floor. There are people around. The dorm is never empty. This cannot happen. “very, very, much” I clench my teeth and increase the pressure on his knee, I want him to understand that the only thing saving him is those three, I want him to understand that and move away, stop teasing, I’m losing it for real.
And then they rise and say it’s late and they will go to sleep, and I am holding Key down with such a force that I doubt he would dare get up. But as soon as they’re out the door he grabs my hand and pushes me away, standing up and saying that he’ll go too, and he’s almost at the door when I realize I’m not going to let him go.
I grab his hand and close the door before him, turning him around and pinning him to the wall. His eyes are alluring and his lips are a rosy pink, I reach for them and trace them with my fingers, licking my own and trying not to take that step towards destruction. This is sheer need, nothing more, I just want to see how you look when you cum, I just want to know for it’s killing me. His lips part and his tongue darts out and licks my fingers, one by one, sucking them in his mouth, making me dizzy with desire, my other hand grabs his hair and I force his mouth away before I lose my mind completely. He whimpers and thrusts in the air trying to find some friction, but I won’t move closer, all I want is…
“Jonghyun, please, please” he begs and I'm certain I haven’t been so hard in my life, never felt this hunger in my veins for another person before, so I unbuckle his belt and shove my hand in his boxers, taking hold of his cock and trying to keep that thing I’m feeling at bay at the expression on his face and the moan that escapes him, because the thing to do is tell him to be quiet when all I want is to be able to hear these sounds forever.
His hands grab my shoulders for support as I pump his length and watch his face contort in desire, his hair sticking sweaty to his forehead.
“faster” he commands, my hand is wet from his precum and sliding easily along his cock, my own desire is becoming painful, but I can take care of that later, nothing matters as long as he keeps panting and trembling in lust, nothing else.
“Let me” he says and his hands move for my belt, but I push them away, that’s not the plan, no.
He frowns, but he is closer now, he tries so hard to stay standing. “Why not” he asks in between gasps, and I can’t discuss now, not now not ever.
“I just want to see you come” I’m panting as well, whimpering in frustrated need and downright denial, but I won’t break.
We must never fuck, Key.
“I’ll only come with you thrusting inside me, Jonghyun, do you get that?” his breath is warm against my ear, sending shivers up my spine and I actually moan because the mental image is too vivid and my dreams of that exact scene too many to ignore.
I make a failed attempt at sneering.
“It would be fun to see you try not to." I run my fingers over the head of his cock and he bites his bottom lip, drawing my mouth to his, our breaths mingling. "You’re too close, Key, and I don’t plan on stopping.”
He groans and throws his head on the wall, then stares into my eyes.
“That was a bad move, making me see it as a game, you know." He smirks, eyes focusing on my face, that expression never failing to make me feel powerless. "It’s so simple, Jonghyun. I’ll just undo your pants and turn around. I won’t even tell you to slow down. I’ll let you take me as you want” he whispers, looking directly into my eyes and making my legs feel weak.
“Fuck” I can’t take it. I kneel in front of him, his scent so human that I can hardly believe this is Kim Kibum. But then again, I’m on my knees in front of a guy and that is not a common occurrence either.
He reaches for my face and rubs my bottom lip.
“Just, please, let me see you come, Key. Let me see it.” I lick at his finger, my head spinning and my body burning up.
“You’re a good player, I’ll give you that. But I, Jonghyun, I am a winner”
His lips part and he smirks.
No, what are you planning, Kim Kibum. You can't get out of this, I won't let you.
“Minho!”
And just like that, with one simple spoken word from his lips, I let go and stand up, moving away and trying to compose myself. He can’t have done this. The door clicks open and I can’t look at that guy, he will know in a second.
“What is it?”
“Do you think I can borrow your red shirt tomorrow?”
“uh? Yes it’s ok”
“Thank you” Key turns his head to look at me, 'I never lose' written all over his face.
“Are you guys coming along? We must wake up early tomorrow”
I chance a glance at him, wearing my most innocent look, and say “yes”
As if sleeping is a thing I am able to do.