Chances
Title: Chances
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Once is chance, twice is a coincidence and third time is a pattern, even when it comes to Kibum's fingers brushing against Jonghyun's back.
A/N: For my girl Jojo/Teddy/tomspiercing. Happy birthday, bb! Hope you have an awesome, awesome day ♥ I know it may not be perfect, but you kind of asked for this, so *fidgets* Also yes guys, please do picture this in Lucifer!era.
Once is chance, twice is a coincidence and third time is a pattern, even when it comes to Kibum's fingers brushing against Jonghyun's back.
This is why Jonghyun isn't surprised with himself when he pushes the makeup room's door open, the crew left behind him buzzing in preparation for the next shot. The first thing he notices is Kibum's leather jacket folded on top of the nearest armrest. Stepping in further, though, the door closing on its own and his eyes drifting forward, it's Kibum that he comes to focus upon.
The other doesn't turn around, doesn't even look at him through the mirror. Instead, he just continues poking at his eyelid with his middle finger, fixing eye shadow details only he would ever notice.
He approaches him, giving him a second, third, forth chance with every step, and his frustration keeps rising in the meantime. When he's standing directly behind him, Kibum still not even acknowledging him, it's all that it really takes. Jonghyun's fingers come up to wrap around Kibum's nape, clenching for a second just to grab his attention. And they do.
"What's up?" he eventually asks, not looking even the least bit worried at Jonghyun's expression. His eyes shine mischievously in the mirror.
"What's up?" Jonghyun retorts, not really angry; on edge, rather. Kibum challenges him with a look. "Getting all touchy feely during a shoot, Kibum? Really?" he asks, not afraid of getting too loud. He knows how busy everybody else is, and having his solo takes done, he's also pretty sure he deserves some peace.
Kibum doesn't really move, apart from setting both palms on the table in front of him. He speaks to the mirror. "I don't see what the problem is," he shrugs, the movement fading mid-way as Jonghyun tightens his fingers, gets even closer and presses up against Kibum. One second. Two seconds. Kibum's eyes close for only a moment and then Jonghyun pulls back.
He can't swear Kibum saw the problem, but he definitely felt it.
This time, Kibum does turn his head around, looking directly at him. He smirks. "It's not my fault you get all-" he begins, but the short nails digging into the flesh of his nape shut him up for a bit.
"Get all what?" he asks, warning rich in his voice.
Kibum conforms, but only a little. "Easily excited," he words slowly, but only with the purpose to tease. Dirty little fucker, is all Jonghyun thinks of before leaning forward and up.
It's not really a kiss, as much as it is a clash of mouths. It's all teeth and tongues and lips, guaranteed to leave some soreness later, but Jonghyun couldn't really care less with both of his hands travelling to Kibum's torso.
Kibum lifts a palm off the table only to stick it to Jonghyun's right hip, pulling him closer despite the awkward angle. Their mouths break apart a few seconds later, but Jonghyun makes up for it by slipping his hands beneath Kibum's black wifebeater, skimming over skin.
The lips that close around a spot on Kibum's neck are uncontrolled, hasty and unreasonable, and he tries to make that clear by brushing Jonghyun's mouth off, despite releasing a moan himself. "Can't be covered," he breathes out, sighing shortly at Jonghyun's I know.
In no time, there are palms over both of his nipples and pressure against his ass, on and off. So much, that his aiding -at that time- hand doesn't even need to pull Jonghyun in anymore. Instead, it comes back front to fully support him. At this point, he doesn't even remember getting half-hard, the ache between his legs almost unbearable.
He tries calling out Jonghyun's name, attempting to draw some more attention to his needs -attention, Jonghyun's attention is never enough-, but doesn't quite make it. Instead, he feels his wifebeater being taken off, and only now does it occur to him that it may have been stretched to hell and back by now.
"Unzip your pants," Jonghyun whispers-slash-moans into his ear, and Kibum can't do anything but comply. Twists and pinches on his nipples distract him for a second, and his fingers barely manage to complete their task.
"Aren't you going to take yours off?" he asks in a hurry when he notices Jonghyun's hands remaining on his body only, and hears the other huff humorously.
"Hell, if I could figure out how to," he replies and brushes lower and lower, the pads of his fingers following invisible lanes towards the waistband of Kibum's underwear.
"So you're-" there's a pause in which some of the words fail coming out of his lips, "dance in them later?" he asks, his breath hitching when Jonghyun makes the band around his hips snap against his skin.
"Can't care right now," is the careless reply he gets before his boxers are pushed down just a little and Jonghyun thrusts against him once more, only harder than before. He finds himself whole-heartedly agreeing.
And then it feels like there actually is a God, right the moment Jonghyun wraps his fingers around him. His strokes are slow; not lazy, but complete, in a sense, and Kibum feels glad, at first. Once his body gets over the first stage, though, his hands sweating way too much and his knees becoming weak with want, he can't stop himself from moving his hips, meeting Jonghyun's thrusts mid-way, in time with his strokes.
"Hurry up!" he manages to command, finding being calm about this an impossible scenario, and nearly growls when Jonghyun stops moving all together. The other's fingers stay immobile around the base of his length, too tight.
It's like Jonghyun pauses time completely, forcing it onto him, and he would believe it if he couldn't hear the pants coming out of his own mouth. For a moment that's almost too painful, he focuses on the noise coming from outside the door, the music being played back. Then he comes back to spot, where Jonghyun's mouth has been hanging open near his ear. He hears him swallow on nothing, knowing he isn't left unaffected by this.
So he just thrusts back, grinds against Jonghyun's clothed erection as much as possible, the layers of different materials between them making the friction harsher.
Jonghyun's lips latch onto his earlobe, sucking, while his hand finally gets into motion as well, much faster and sharper than before.
Kibum hears himself moan, accompanied by Jonghyun's ragged breathing. They're both close, he knows by experience.
But just mere seconds before anything, Jonghyun lets go, far too quickly to make it noticeable, and his hands come between them, to push at Kibum's back. The latter bends over the table, one forearm supporting him as his other hand resumes Jonghyun's incomplete job. He feels Jonghyun grab his hips, using the leverage to grind harder, faster, until it's practically painful.
And with the fire in the bottom of his belly soon spreading into all directions, muscles feeling too weak to keep him up, Kibum comes. His back snaps multiple times, lower body bucking against Jonghyun, urging the other's release, as well.
The process doesn't take long, Jonghyun breathing those sharp intakes of air that are way too familiar to be missed, and Kibum allows him to grind languidly a couple more times until it's all over. Jonghyun's hands abandon Kibum's hips as he hunches over him, fingers tracing the other's spine. Neither's breathing is organised, not by far, and it only gets worse for Kibum when Jonghyun leans down, pushing his nose against the middle of his shoulders, lips kissing skin.
It's too contradicting and too caring and too gentle to fit in this case, but it makes his heart beat faster, nonetheless.
"Aw, fuck, Jonghyun," he says after a minute, give or take, and he's not sure what he's addressing either, but Jonghyun gets it, anyway. Or at least he thinks he does. In the end, he does understand what his point was. "You know," he breathes out with Jonghyun bending completely over him, meeting eyes, "lovely and all, but I bet I look all messed up, now."
Jonghyun rolls his eyes, smiles and lifts himself up, but doesn't step back. "I'm sorry, I should have left you there, fixing your makeup. I bet that wouldn't have pissed your attention-seeking little self off," he teases with an ironic tone in his voice, and Kibum looks over his shoulder before trying to straighten his back.
"You couldn't have if you tried," he replies, reaching for a tissue to clean his hand up, along with the unfortunate-looking table's surface. He zips his pants up and turns around, pushing at a grinning Jonghyun's chest. "You also ruined my top, thank you very much," he says while picking up his wifebeater and continuing, "along with your pants," and finishing off with a smirk.
"Sacrifices," he simply says while shrugging, watching Kibum smooth his shirt over his torso. "Anyway, I'm going, you come out in a minute or so," he advises and turns around after seeing Kibum nod, only to do another 180° when he feels knuckles skim over the base of his spine.
The only thing he sees is Kibum, right after having reached for his jacket. "Chance," he smiles.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Once is chance, twice is a coincidence and third time is a pattern, even when it comes to Kibum's fingers brushing against Jonghyun's back.
A/N: For my girl Jojo/Teddy/tomspiercing. Happy birthday, bb! Hope you have an awesome, awesome day ♥ I know it may not be perfect, but you kind of asked for this, so *fidgets* Also yes guys, please do picture this in Lucifer!era.
Once is chance, twice is a coincidence and third time is a pattern, even when it comes to Kibum's fingers brushing against Jonghyun's back.
This is why Jonghyun isn't surprised with himself when he pushes the makeup room's door open, the crew left behind him buzzing in preparation for the next shot. The first thing he notices is Kibum's leather jacket folded on top of the nearest armrest. Stepping in further, though, the door closing on its own and his eyes drifting forward, it's Kibum that he comes to focus upon.
The other doesn't turn around, doesn't even look at him through the mirror. Instead, he just continues poking at his eyelid with his middle finger, fixing eye shadow details only he would ever notice.
He approaches him, giving him a second, third, forth chance with every step, and his frustration keeps rising in the meantime. When he's standing directly behind him, Kibum still not even acknowledging him, it's all that it really takes. Jonghyun's fingers come up to wrap around Kibum's nape, clenching for a second just to grab his attention. And they do.
"What's up?" he eventually asks, not looking even the least bit worried at Jonghyun's expression. His eyes shine mischievously in the mirror.
"What's up?" Jonghyun retorts, not really angry; on edge, rather. Kibum challenges him with a look. "Getting all touchy feely during a shoot, Kibum? Really?" he asks, not afraid of getting too loud. He knows how busy everybody else is, and having his solo takes done, he's also pretty sure he deserves some peace.
Kibum doesn't really move, apart from setting both palms on the table in front of him. He speaks to the mirror. "I don't see what the problem is," he shrugs, the movement fading mid-way as Jonghyun tightens his fingers, gets even closer and presses up against Kibum. One second. Two seconds. Kibum's eyes close for only a moment and then Jonghyun pulls back.
He can't swear Kibum saw the problem, but he definitely felt it.
This time, Kibum does turn his head around, looking directly at him. He smirks. "It's not my fault you get all-" he begins, but the short nails digging into the flesh of his nape shut him up for a bit.
"Get all what?" he asks, warning rich in his voice.
Kibum conforms, but only a little. "Easily excited," he words slowly, but only with the purpose to tease. Dirty little fucker, is all Jonghyun thinks of before leaning forward and up.
It's not really a kiss, as much as it is a clash of mouths. It's all teeth and tongues and lips, guaranteed to leave some soreness later, but Jonghyun couldn't really care less with both of his hands travelling to Kibum's torso.
Kibum lifts a palm off the table only to stick it to Jonghyun's right hip, pulling him closer despite the awkward angle. Their mouths break apart a few seconds later, but Jonghyun makes up for it by slipping his hands beneath Kibum's black wifebeater, skimming over skin.
The lips that close around a spot on Kibum's neck are uncontrolled, hasty and unreasonable, and he tries to make that clear by brushing Jonghyun's mouth off, despite releasing a moan himself. "Can't be covered," he breathes out, sighing shortly at Jonghyun's I know.
In no time, there are palms over both of his nipples and pressure against his ass, on and off. So much, that his aiding -at that time- hand doesn't even need to pull Jonghyun in anymore. Instead, it comes back front to fully support him. At this point, he doesn't even remember getting half-hard, the ache between his legs almost unbearable.
He tries calling out Jonghyun's name, attempting to draw some more attention to his needs -attention, Jonghyun's attention is never enough-, but doesn't quite make it. Instead, he feels his wifebeater being taken off, and only now does it occur to him that it may have been stretched to hell and back by now.
"Unzip your pants," Jonghyun whispers-slash-moans into his ear, and Kibum can't do anything but comply. Twists and pinches on his nipples distract him for a second, and his fingers barely manage to complete their task.
"Aren't you going to take yours off?" he asks in a hurry when he notices Jonghyun's hands remaining on his body only, and hears the other huff humorously.
"Hell, if I could figure out how to," he replies and brushes lower and lower, the pads of his fingers following invisible lanes towards the waistband of Kibum's underwear.
"So you're-" there's a pause in which some of the words fail coming out of his lips, "dance in them later?" he asks, his breath hitching when Jonghyun makes the band around his hips snap against his skin.
"Can't care right now," is the careless reply he gets before his boxers are pushed down just a little and Jonghyun thrusts against him once more, only harder than before. He finds himself whole-heartedly agreeing.
And then it feels like there actually is a God, right the moment Jonghyun wraps his fingers around him. His strokes are slow; not lazy, but complete, in a sense, and Kibum feels glad, at first. Once his body gets over the first stage, though, his hands sweating way too much and his knees becoming weak with want, he can't stop himself from moving his hips, meeting Jonghyun's thrusts mid-way, in time with his strokes.
"Hurry up!" he manages to command, finding being calm about this an impossible scenario, and nearly growls when Jonghyun stops moving all together. The other's fingers stay immobile around the base of his length, too tight.
It's like Jonghyun pauses time completely, forcing it onto him, and he would believe it if he couldn't hear the pants coming out of his own mouth. For a moment that's almost too painful, he focuses on the noise coming from outside the door, the music being played back. Then he comes back to spot, where Jonghyun's mouth has been hanging open near his ear. He hears him swallow on nothing, knowing he isn't left unaffected by this.
So he just thrusts back, grinds against Jonghyun's clothed erection as much as possible, the layers of different materials between them making the friction harsher.
Jonghyun's lips latch onto his earlobe, sucking, while his hand finally gets into motion as well, much faster and sharper than before.
Kibum hears himself moan, accompanied by Jonghyun's ragged breathing. They're both close, he knows by experience.
But just mere seconds before anything, Jonghyun lets go, far too quickly to make it noticeable, and his hands come between them, to push at Kibum's back. The latter bends over the table, one forearm supporting him as his other hand resumes Jonghyun's incomplete job. He feels Jonghyun grab his hips, using the leverage to grind harder, faster, until it's practically painful.
And with the fire in the bottom of his belly soon spreading into all directions, muscles feeling too weak to keep him up, Kibum comes. His back snaps multiple times, lower body bucking against Jonghyun, urging the other's release, as well.
The process doesn't take long, Jonghyun breathing those sharp intakes of air that are way too familiar to be missed, and Kibum allows him to grind languidly a couple more times until it's all over. Jonghyun's hands abandon Kibum's hips as he hunches over him, fingers tracing the other's spine. Neither's breathing is organised, not by far, and it only gets worse for Kibum when Jonghyun leans down, pushing his nose against the middle of his shoulders, lips kissing skin.
It's too contradicting and too caring and too gentle to fit in this case, but it makes his heart beat faster, nonetheless.
"Aw, fuck, Jonghyun," he says after a minute, give or take, and he's not sure what he's addressing either, but Jonghyun gets it, anyway. Or at least he thinks he does. In the end, he does understand what his point was. "You know," he breathes out with Jonghyun bending completely over him, meeting eyes, "lovely and all, but I bet I look all messed up, now."
Jonghyun rolls his eyes, smiles and lifts himself up, but doesn't step back. "I'm sorry, I should have left you there, fixing your makeup. I bet that wouldn't have pissed your attention-seeking little self off," he teases with an ironic tone in his voice, and Kibum looks over his shoulder before trying to straighten his back.
"You couldn't have if you tried," he replies, reaching for a tissue to clean his hand up, along with the unfortunate-looking table's surface. He zips his pants up and turns around, pushing at a grinning Jonghyun's chest. "You also ruined my top, thank you very much," he says while picking up his wifebeater and continuing, "along with your pants," and finishing off with a smirk.
"Sacrifices," he simply says while shrugging, watching Kibum smooth his shirt over his torso. "Anyway, I'm going, you come out in a minute or so," he advises and turns around after seeing Kibum nod, only to do another 180° when he feels knuckles skim over the base of his spine.
The only thing he sees is Kibum, right after having reached for his jacket. "Chance," he smiles.