[prompt 002] get fucked, get sucked
prompt: back alley.
pairing: jongin/baekhyun.
rating: nc-17.
word count: 913 words.
holding onto each other for support, jongin and baekhyun stumbled out from the club, bass still pounding in their ears and the chill of the night air making the little hairs on their arms stand on end. giggling like teenage girls and swatting at each other playfully, they missed the reproachful look that the bouncer outside gave them and continued to stagger down the street together like the drunkards that they were.
they had both gone out that night to celebrate a friend’s birthday, and it was safe to say that they were more than a little inhibriated; having downed as many beers and colourful sugary shots that they could get their hands on.
jongin suddenly stopped, making baekhyun lurch forward and lose his balance. he turned around to question his friend what the deal was, until jongin pulled him down a dark alleyway out of sight, throwing him against the wall and immediately assaulting him with a flurry of kisses that he had no time to refuse. baekhyun had half a mind to push jongin away, thinking that he would regret it in the morning, but seeing as he was on the tipping point of not being able to remember his own name, let alone give himself a reason why he would ever regret this because, really, jongin was smoking hot and he’d wanted to get in his pants since the moment he’d clapped eyes on him, he thought, fuck it, and kissed back with fervour.
jongin moaned loudly and pressed himself up against baekhyun, already rock hard in his dark skinny jeans. baekhyun licked his way into his mouth, palming him through his jeans and making the younger man groan and buck up into his hand. he smirked and pushed jongin back, popping open the button on his own jeans and pulling his dick out, pumping it lazily. jongin licked his lips and his eyes darted down to where baekhyun was pleasuring himself, before he dropped to his knees and swatted his hand away. as soon as jongin’s tongue touched the tip of his dick, baekhyun moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and hearing it reverberate and echo around him, head flying back to connect harshly against the brick wall behind him.
jongin curled his tongue around the head, before sucking on it gently and groaning quietly when baekhyun’s hands came down to tangle themselves in his hair, before he pulled him off it sharply. he looked up to ask why he’d stopped him, until he saw the look in baekhyun’s eyes:
don’t tease, kim jongin.
he smirked and swiped a bead of pre-come from the tip with his tongue, licking his lips obscenely and laughing when baekhyun growled. he then kissed the head and wrapped his lips around it, taking it all down until his gag reflex kicked in. he curled his hand around the rest he couldn’t take in and sucked, tonguing up the underside of it and making baekhyun choke and tighten his grip in his hair.
he palmed himself roughly through his jeans; he was hard and aching and needed to relieve some pressure before he imploded. he pulled off of baekhyun’s cock and jacked him slowly, kitten licking the head and moaning at the taste, knowing exactly what he was doing and what effect it was having on the older man. he unbuttoned his own pants clumsily and took his dick out, pumping himself quickly, thumbing the pre-come that had gathered at the tip and spreading it down so that it was slicker. he suddenly surged forward and took baekhyun whole, swallowing around it and making the other man see stars.
“jesus fucking christ, jongin. keep doing that.” baekhyun gasped, removing one of his hands from jongin’s head to tangle in his own hair, rutting into the tight heat. it was so warm and wet and so fucking fantastic and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. jongin pulled away and jerked him off, licking his lips and parting them slightly.
“shit, i’m coming,” baekhyun moaned shakily, catching sight of the younger man with his mouth open in invitation to shoot down his throat and that’s all it took for him to blow; shooting straight into jongin’s mouth and landing on his tongue in a pool of pearly white.
jongin milked him until he was dry and swallowed thickly, grimacing slightly at the bitterness of the taste. he dropped baekhyun’s softening dick and took himself in his hand again, hand flying along the shaft until he was whining and gasping and coming all over the floor in front of him in thick stripes. he sighed and leant back on his heels, trying to catch his breath. baekhyun tucked himself back into his pants and hauled jongin up, pulling him into a lip-bruising kiss before tucking him back into his own pants and pulling away, smirking like the devil.
“fuck,” jongin breathed, smiling down at the older man with wide eyes.
“hmm, maybe when we get home.” baekhyun said, winking and smiling mischievously, already turning away and strolling out of the alleyway and back into civilisation.
jongin choked and shouted after him, catching up and bumping their shoulders together, making them blunder and trip down the pavement and burst into laughter, still three sheets to the wind and feeling like they could float away.
maybe they’d talk about it in the morning, maybe they wouldn’t. they’d decide after they’d fucked each other’s brains out, anyway.
pairing: jongin/baekhyun.
rating: nc-17.
word count: 913 words.
holding onto each other for support, jongin and baekhyun stumbled out from the club, bass still pounding in their ears and the chill of the night air making the little hairs on their arms stand on end. giggling like teenage girls and swatting at each other playfully, they missed the reproachful look that the bouncer outside gave them and continued to stagger down the street together like the drunkards that they were.
they had both gone out that night to celebrate a friend’s birthday, and it was safe to say that they were more than a little inhibriated; having downed as many beers and colourful sugary shots that they could get their hands on.
jongin suddenly stopped, making baekhyun lurch forward and lose his balance. he turned around to question his friend what the deal was, until jongin pulled him down a dark alleyway out of sight, throwing him against the wall and immediately assaulting him with a flurry of kisses that he had no time to refuse. baekhyun had half a mind to push jongin away, thinking that he would regret it in the morning, but seeing as he was on the tipping point of not being able to remember his own name, let alone give himself a reason why he would ever regret this because, really, jongin was smoking hot and he’d wanted to get in his pants since the moment he’d clapped eyes on him, he thought, fuck it, and kissed back with fervour.
jongin moaned loudly and pressed himself up against baekhyun, already rock hard in his dark skinny jeans. baekhyun licked his way into his mouth, palming him through his jeans and making the younger man groan and buck up into his hand. he smirked and pushed jongin back, popping open the button on his own jeans and pulling his dick out, pumping it lazily. jongin licked his lips and his eyes darted down to where baekhyun was pleasuring himself, before he dropped to his knees and swatted his hand away. as soon as jongin’s tongue touched the tip of his dick, baekhyun moaned, squeezing his eyes shut and hearing it reverberate and echo around him, head flying back to connect harshly against the brick wall behind him.
jongin curled his tongue around the head, before sucking on it gently and groaning quietly when baekhyun’s hands came down to tangle themselves in his hair, before he pulled him off it sharply. he looked up to ask why he’d stopped him, until he saw the look in baekhyun’s eyes:
don’t tease, kim jongin.
he smirked and swiped a bead of pre-come from the tip with his tongue, licking his lips obscenely and laughing when baekhyun growled. he then kissed the head and wrapped his lips around it, taking it all down until his gag reflex kicked in. he curled his hand around the rest he couldn’t take in and sucked, tonguing up the underside of it and making baekhyun choke and tighten his grip in his hair.
he palmed himself roughly through his jeans; he was hard and aching and needed to relieve some pressure before he imploded. he pulled off of baekhyun’s cock and jacked him slowly, kitten licking the head and moaning at the taste, knowing exactly what he was doing and what effect it was having on the older man. he unbuttoned his own pants clumsily and took his dick out, pumping himself quickly, thumbing the pre-come that had gathered at the tip and spreading it down so that it was slicker. he suddenly surged forward and took baekhyun whole, swallowing around it and making the other man see stars.
“jesus fucking christ, jongin. keep doing that.” baekhyun gasped, removing one of his hands from jongin’s head to tangle in his own hair, rutting into the tight heat. it was so warm and wet and so fucking fantastic and he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. jongin pulled away and jerked him off, licking his lips and parting them slightly.
“shit, i’m coming,” baekhyun moaned shakily, catching sight of the younger man with his mouth open in invitation to shoot down his throat and that’s all it took for him to blow; shooting straight into jongin’s mouth and landing on his tongue in a pool of pearly white.
jongin milked him until he was dry and swallowed thickly, grimacing slightly at the bitterness of the taste. he dropped baekhyun’s softening dick and took himself in his hand again, hand flying along the shaft until he was whining and gasping and coming all over the floor in front of him in thick stripes. he sighed and leant back on his heels, trying to catch his breath. baekhyun tucked himself back into his pants and hauled jongin up, pulling him into a lip-bruising kiss before tucking him back into his own pants and pulling away, smirking like the devil.
“fuck,” jongin breathed, smiling down at the older man with wide eyes.
“hmm, maybe when we get home.” baekhyun said, winking and smiling mischievously, already turning away and strolling out of the alleyway and back into civilisation.
jongin choked and shouted after him, catching up and bumping their shoulders together, making them blunder and trip down the pavement and burst into laughter, still three sheets to the wind and feeling like they could float away.
maybe they’d talk about it in the morning, maybe they wouldn’t. they’d decide after they’d fucked each other’s brains out, anyway.