Four to Five Minutes
Title: Four to Five Minutes
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: krisho
Genre: smut, idk what else lol
Wordcount: ~1k
Summary: Jongin’s dance preformance at the mama’s was just long enough
“You’re here? Really?”
Junmyeon practically shouted the words into the phone. He could hear Yifan pulling it away from his ear on the other side.
“Yeah,”
His voice was so comforting, so familiar and warm: that subtle lust dripping from his heavy vowels. Yifan felt himself balling up his shirt in his fist.
“I’m gonna be in section C, seat 45.”
“Come backstage.”
It was more of command than a suggestion, Junmyeon’s tone didn’t betray him. Yifan sensed that, feeling his nerves cling to his throat as he tried to swallow. It had been so long since they had seen each other, so long since there was anything between them but air, air that weighed tons and felt as if all of the Earth’s gravity decided to push down on the one spot between them, stopping them from getting closer, from forgiving.
They had left with a whimper of their past relationship on the edge of Junmyeon’s lips and Yifan knew he was crying by the time the car door clicked shut.
The phone beeped as Junmyeon hung up. Yifan swallowed the lump in his throat as he stood, glancing around for a second, forgetting even how to get backstage. He walked through the labyrinth of seats with the same identical pattern, the people sitting in the glaring a little as he blocked their view for a few seconds. They had just finished performing, there would be a quick break before Overdose. He felt his hands shaking as he reached for the door.
“Excuse me,”
Yifan looked up. A security guard was watching him with wary, stern eyes. His arms were folded, but it seemed at any minute they could be forcing the taller man’s hands behind his back.
“You’re not allowed back here,”
Yifan opened his mouth to protest, but another voice filled the void.
“He’s with me,”
Yifan’s head snapped towards the sound. The stage door was open and, among the blackness, was Junmyeon. He was leaning against the door, propping it open with his body. What he was wearing though was what caught Yifan’s attention: It was a white suit, decorated with lace and translucent fabric dangling from the edges. It was some hybrid between lingerie and a suit, Yifan thought, and he wondered if Junmyeon had had a say in the matter.
With an all too rough hand, Junmyeon pulled him in through the door. It slammed behind them, leaving the two of them in darkness, but Junmyeon seemed to know his way around as he led him into a clearing: a room with a square on top, light flickering through the top in the outline of a perfect rectangle.
“They’ll be here in about five minutes,” Junmyeon said, his voice hurried and hushed. “We’re performing overdose” he furrowed his eyebrows and suddenly his lip was out. Yifan felt his heart sank. “without you.”
“God, I didn’t want this to be a-” Yifan’s apologies were about to spill out of his mouth, but Junmyeon didn’t want to hear it. He pushed a finger against Yifan’s lips, smushing them a little for added aggression.
“Shut up, get on your knees.” Junmyeon growled.
Yifan agreed, kneeling down. His head was pounding with every argument they had had since they first laid eyes on each other nearly eight years ago. What did he want? What was he going to do?
Junmyeon looked down at Yifan, the corner of his mouth curled upward in a mischievous smirk. Yifan’s heart thudded: he missed that look, the look Junmyeon always shot him right before -
Everything clicked suddenly.
“If I make you cum in the four minutes, can we talk afterwards?” Yifan sputtered, faster than usual. He didn’t want to waste time, an overbearing lust was churning in him.
Junmyeon’s expression turned to one of shock, but only for a split second before a warm smile. The same smile he gave to people he was absolutely furious with.
“Ah, you still know all my hints.” He laughed, however his eyes stayed dark.
“If you don’t, I don’t want to speak to you ever again.” He said, his face hardening.
Yifan paused for a second, he felt guilt and arousal surfacing in him. It was getting to be too much to bear.
“Deal,” He said, already unzipping Junmyeon’s pants.
Junmyeon’s already hard-on cock was a positive sign from the beginning, but Yifan knew he’d need more than four minutes to make him lose himself. He ran his fingers across the smaller man’s balls, massaging them with one hand. He looking up as Junmeyon twitched, already nearing maximum sensitivity.Yifan stuck out his tongue, dragging it from the base to the head and flattening it against the tip and slowly working his way up and down.
Junmyeon’s hand was suddenly on his hair, balling it into a fist and Yifan felt a yelp of pleasure-pain erupt from his throat. Junmyeon’s hips began twitching, thrusting lightly into Yifan’s mouth. Yifan reached, sliding his hand up Junmyeon’s shirt, to hold his steady.
“H-hurry up,” Junmyeon breathed.
Yifan pulled away, licking his palm and standing up. He pulled at the younger man’s dick, jerking him faster than he could with his mouth. Junmyeon let out little gasps, panting as Yifan kissed up his neck, his other hand sliding up to pinch the sensitive pink skin on his chest.
“Y-Yifan… you have one minute…” He panted out the words. Yifan was looking down at him now, towering from his natural height. Junmyeon’s eyes were squeezed shut and Yifan met his lips, parting them with his own, and their tongues were tangled and Junmyeon couldn’t breathe, both lost in each other for the first time in months. Yifan pinched, hard, on Junmyeon’s nipple, the younger moaning into his mouth.
“Y-yifan, your clothes will- g”
Junmyeon’s face seized up, his whole body convulsing as he came on the floor, spurting all too thick against the black.
“Shit,” Junmyeon growled, dabbing his face with his sleeve. “My mouth tastes like cum,”
Yifan bent down, cleaning (rather spreading) the gunk on the floor with his ticket stub.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway and Junmyeon hastily zipped up his pants.
“See you backstage?” Yifan said, smirking at his victory as he ran back to his seat.
“Fine,” Junmyeon grumbled, turning away so Yifan couldn’t see his grin.
A/N:This is so gross and like the quality dies in the end because i had to run;; hah a a a a