[ Fanfic ] JongKey: Seaside
Title: Seaside
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Jonghyun is a pirate captain, Key is a voodoo priestess with a bounty on his head, and they both have smutty minds.
A/N: Dedicated to the lovely blingasaurus. This has been a long time coming, bb, hope it was worth the wait. I'll write you some JungHee or something to make up for taking forever~
He stared into eyes, narrowed into a glare, fixed solely on him, and felt something in his soul quake.
“Take him under,” he said, the command a facade of force for his crew, a fallacy to the boy in front of him. And he wouldn't call him a man, wouldn't give him that amount of silent respect. “Get him in irons, shackle him to the wall.”
If anyone, the boy with damp hair dangling before his eyes, clinging to his cheek included, thought the captain was being too harsh, they didn't show it. The crew merely muttered affirmations, gripped the boy by the elbow, and began to haul him towards the hull.
“Wait,” he said, the word all but whispered, and yet it halted the men as if he had physically restrained them. “Why are you doing this? We've never done anything to you.”
“It's nothin' personal,” Jonghyun said, lifted a shoulder, took a swig of amber colored liquid. “You got a bounty out on yah though.”
“A bounty?” He turned, the grip of the men around him nonexistent, his glare affixed once again on Jonghyun.
“Yep,” Jonghyun said, moved forward to swat his crew away. “I'll be taking you to the hull now. Shush it with those tricks of yours.”
“Think you're immune to it, do you?”
“Don't think, know,” he said, shook out a tasseled bracelet in front of the boy's eyes, which softened into something like momentary defeat.
“That's cheating,” he said, petulant and angry.
“Yeah, well, so's using your woodoo on unsuspecting peoples.”
“That's not what it is, and that's not what you are.”
“Yeah, yeah, hush it,” he said, pulled him along as his crew stood, dazed, to watch.
“What is my bounty for?” He asked from his position on the wet floor, where the height of his shackles on the wall wouldn't allow for him to stand.
“You mean you don't know?”
“No, I don't,” he said, sighed. “I have a few ideas.”
“Use your imagination then,” he said. “I have a ship to captain.”
“You don't seem like a pirate captain,” Jonghyun had been in the process of walking away, but when the statement slipped he paused, half turned to regard the boy in the cell.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“You didn't scold your men when they lost control of themselves.”
“It's not like it was there fault.”
“Well, what about the fact that you have no one else down here? And where is your cargo?”
“Hey, I've got plenty of cargo,” his defenses were being triggered, and he didn't like it, didn't want to let this mark get to him. He knew the things for which the bounty had been posted, and he'd be a moron to fall into a trap, magical or otherwise. “Just cuz you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.”
“Where is it then?” He asked, a smile pulling at one corner of his lips. “Let me guess, you're looking at it?”
Jonghyun opened his mouth to speak, closed it again, and just took a breath, gathered what of his thoughts he was still in control of, what he could find past the rising anger. He was right, and Jonghyun knew it, because times were falling to the way of civilization, and there just weren't as many jobs in piracy as there once at been. It made sense, he always thought, that months after he managed to steal the ship from the old bastard, he'd not be able to even see enough shine to eat well.
“We're going to have to have words about how the chain of command goes around here, aren't we?”
“No,” he said, shook his head and tugged on the chains that held him against the wall. “I understand.”
“Maybe you should start acting like it then.”
“Can we make a deal on that account?”
Jonghyun cocked his head to the side, interested, already having forgotten his rule against this boy. “Depends on what the hell you're talkin' about.”
“Give me a bit of slack,” he said, again pulled on the chains at his wrists. “It's not like I can get anywhere.”
“Why should I?”
“Because you don't look like a complete asshole, and these things hurt my wrists.”
There was a moment of hesitation, the only moment in which Jonghyun realized that he was going to regret what he knew he was about to do. Every instinct in him screamed that it was the wrong choice, and yet he found himself pushing open the iron door to the holding cell, and advancing to kneel in front of his prisoner.
“Why do I feel like you're up to something?” He asked, leaned forward to slide his hand up to the connecting lock of the restraints.
“Because you know my reputation,” he said, smiled as his hands came free from the wall. “I don't suppose I could convince you to take these off?”
“Not a chance.”
“No chance at all?”
“What the hell are you getting at?”
“What do you think I'm getting at?”
Jonghyun looked at him, immediately retreated, only to find that hands linked behind his back stopped him. His eyes wide, he stared in front of him, into kohl rimmed eyes glistening with something he couldn't identify.
“How do you do that?”
“It's easy really,” he said, smiling. “I have a proposition for you, and I'd like you to listen to me, very carefully.”
“Why should I?”
“Because it's in your interest as well as mine.”
“You're not making any sense...”
“Because you're not listening,” he said. “Can I try to make it more clear?” He leaned forward, his lips on Jonghyun's ear. “Can I hear you say my name, first?”
“Why would you want that?”
“I like to hear it.”
“You're a pervert, real messed up.”
“And yet I don't see you really trying to stop me.”
“I'd be an idiot if I did,” he said, grinned. “Your name is Kibum. Why does that matter?”
“It doesn't,” he said. “Except, that, it's Key.”
“What do you mean?”
“I'll show you,” again those eyes met Jonghyun's, and this time he felt the arms rise above his head, felt them run down his side, spindly fingers touching his stomach even though they were bound before him.
“What are you doing...”
“Shh,” Kibum, or Key, whatever he wanted to be called, it didn't matter, said, his hand finding the rough leather of his belt and tugging on it.
Jonghyun froze, as Kibum, Key's fingers, somehow adept even with the bindings, tugged the belt from his waist, made fast work of the fastenings, and was digging past the fabric a moment later.
“How do you even...?” His words were interrupted by Key trailing a finger over the head of his penis, which immediately staggered to attention.
“Know that you like it?” Key asked, smiling lazily as he continued to run that single finger over the length of Jonghyun's penis.
“Yeah,” Jonghyun said, his breath not quite faltering, but coming close to it.
“You're a pirate,” Key said, his hands momentarily moving to Jonghyun's shoulders, just to push him back enough to give him the room he needed to be on his knees before Jonghyun. “Never met one like you that didn't like this kind of thing.”
“You just think you're hot shit,” Jonghyun said, but there was color in his cheeks, because Key was attractive, Key was a bombshell in dingy linens, all pale skin and too damn seductive eyes. He was a prisoner, a boy that Jonghyun was supposed to deliver to a certain set of quasi authorities; but that didn't mean that he couldn't have fun with him first.
“Am I not?” Key asked. “Stand up.”
Jonghyun didn't have to be told twice, just complied in a moment and loved the feel of Key's hands sliding up one thigh, even loved the chill air biting into his exposed skin. The cold was replaced almost instantly by a warmth almost burning, as Key wasted no time in taking Jonghyun's cock into his mouth.
The pressure was thought destroying, moan inducing, and the way that Key's tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft, sucked even as his hands fought to rest against Jonghyun's thigh. He pulled back, his tongue trailing to the tip of Jonghyun's cock, flicked at it, nearly gasped when Jonghyun lifted him to his feet.
“Turn around,” He breathed into Key's ear, and the boy did nothing but comply, his hands raising above his head to rest against the barnacled wall.
“Decided that wasn't enough for you?” Key whispered.
“Shut up,” Jonghyun said, one hand on Key's waist as his other tugged at the fabric blocking him from what he wanted.
He jerked Key's pants down, over his hips and they fell to the wet floor as Jonghyun's finger found Key's ass, not so gently pressed into it. The boy against the wall pulled in a shaky breath, though he made no sound, only closed his eyes, breathed in the scene of the ocean, so near to him.
Jonghyun cared, but only slightly, about Key's comfort, and so he rushed the process, making sure to not hurt Key so much that he would be noticeably damaged, but not taking the time that he may have otherwise done. Two fingers thrusting into Key was enough before he aligned his cock with Key's ass, pressed in slowly, ignoring the whimper that came from Key, conflicting with the way that his hips flared back towards Jonghyun.
“This what you wanted?” Jonghyun whispered, his lips grazing Key's ear as he pulled out, only to press in again with a shuddering moan of his own.
“Something like this,” Key whispered, gasped when Jonghyun gripped his cock. “But I didn't expect it.”
“I like to give as much as I like to take,” he said, smiling as he rested his forehead against Key's shoulder, thrusting into him slowly, but with hard motions that were bringing him close to the edge faster than he would like. Fact of it was that he wasn't interested in his crew, didn't find any of them pretty enough, attractive enough, and Key felt like perfect, warm and tight and moaning under his dick and his hand.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun whispered, his teeth finding the fabric of Key's shirt, tugging on it as he felt like he was losing control.
“Agreed,” Key whispered, was finding himself close to the edge as well, though he was better at restraining himself, even as Jonghyun was thrusting harder, panting faster, moaning as he did, the taste of the dirt and sweat from Key's clothes somehow turning him on all the more.
He held Key close, his hand squeezing and pumping and pulling in all the right, frantic ways. There was no suave to it, no prowess except for the rawness of lust, and Jonghyun wanted nothing more than to feel Key come in his hand.
“Do you like this?” He whispered into Key's ear, his tongue flicking erratically over it
“Yes,” Key breathed, his forehead pressing harder against the wooden hull.
“Tell me you love it.”
“I love it.”
“Ah, fuck,” he whispered again, gripped at Key harder, forgot that he was trying to not hurt Key as they both cried out, Key coming in Jonghyun's hand. The warm liquid, sticking as it mixed with the sweat on his palms made him shiver, moan, come moments later with a last hard thrust. “Oh, fuck...”
He hesitated, breathing heavily, looked at Key from behind, glanced down at his hand, at his cock as he pulled out of Key, struggled to get his pants back to his waist as Key was turning to face him, his face gorgeously flushed and arms still raised against his head.
“Would you like to hear my proposition?”
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Jonghyun is a pirate captain, Key is a voodoo priestess with a bounty on his head, and they both have smutty minds.
A/N: Dedicated to the lovely blingasaurus. This has been a long time coming, bb, hope it was worth the wait. I'll write you some JungHee or something to make up for taking forever~
He stared into eyes, narrowed into a glare, fixed solely on him, and felt something in his soul quake.
“Take him under,” he said, the command a facade of force for his crew, a fallacy to the boy in front of him. And he wouldn't call him a man, wouldn't give him that amount of silent respect. “Get him in irons, shackle him to the wall.”
If anyone, the boy with damp hair dangling before his eyes, clinging to his cheek included, thought the captain was being too harsh, they didn't show it. The crew merely muttered affirmations, gripped the boy by the elbow, and began to haul him towards the hull.
“Wait,” he said, the word all but whispered, and yet it halted the men as if he had physically restrained them. “Why are you doing this? We've never done anything to you.”
“It's nothin' personal,” Jonghyun said, lifted a shoulder, took a swig of amber colored liquid. “You got a bounty out on yah though.”
“A bounty?” He turned, the grip of the men around him nonexistent, his glare affixed once again on Jonghyun.
“Yep,” Jonghyun said, moved forward to swat his crew away. “I'll be taking you to the hull now. Shush it with those tricks of yours.”
“Think you're immune to it, do you?”
“Don't think, know,” he said, shook out a tasseled bracelet in front of the boy's eyes, which softened into something like momentary defeat.
“That's cheating,” he said, petulant and angry.
“Yeah, well, so's using your woodoo on unsuspecting peoples.”
“That's not what it is, and that's not what you are.”
“Yeah, yeah, hush it,” he said, pulled him along as his crew stood, dazed, to watch.
“What is my bounty for?” He asked from his position on the wet floor, where the height of his shackles on the wall wouldn't allow for him to stand.
“You mean you don't know?”
“No, I don't,” he said, sighed. “I have a few ideas.”
“Use your imagination then,” he said. “I have a ship to captain.”
“You don't seem like a pirate captain,” Jonghyun had been in the process of walking away, but when the statement slipped he paused, half turned to regard the boy in the cell.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“You didn't scold your men when they lost control of themselves.”
“It's not like it was there fault.”
“Well, what about the fact that you have no one else down here? And where is your cargo?”
“Hey, I've got plenty of cargo,” his defenses were being triggered, and he didn't like it, didn't want to let this mark get to him. He knew the things for which the bounty had been posted, and he'd be a moron to fall into a trap, magical or otherwise. “Just cuz you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.”
“Where is it then?” He asked, a smile pulling at one corner of his lips. “Let me guess, you're looking at it?”
Jonghyun opened his mouth to speak, closed it again, and just took a breath, gathered what of his thoughts he was still in control of, what he could find past the rising anger. He was right, and Jonghyun knew it, because times were falling to the way of civilization, and there just weren't as many jobs in piracy as there once at been. It made sense, he always thought, that months after he managed to steal the ship from the old bastard, he'd not be able to even see enough shine to eat well.
“We're going to have to have words about how the chain of command goes around here, aren't we?”
“No,” he said, shook his head and tugged on the chains that held him against the wall. “I understand.”
“Maybe you should start acting like it then.”
“Can we make a deal on that account?”
Jonghyun cocked his head to the side, interested, already having forgotten his rule against this boy. “Depends on what the hell you're talkin' about.”
“Give me a bit of slack,” he said, again pulled on the chains at his wrists. “It's not like I can get anywhere.”
“Why should I?”
“Because you don't look like a complete asshole, and these things hurt my wrists.”
There was a moment of hesitation, the only moment in which Jonghyun realized that he was going to regret what he knew he was about to do. Every instinct in him screamed that it was the wrong choice, and yet he found himself pushing open the iron door to the holding cell, and advancing to kneel in front of his prisoner.
“Why do I feel like you're up to something?” He asked, leaned forward to slide his hand up to the connecting lock of the restraints.
“Because you know my reputation,” he said, smiled as his hands came free from the wall. “I don't suppose I could convince you to take these off?”
“Not a chance.”
“No chance at all?”
“What the hell are you getting at?”
“What do you think I'm getting at?”
Jonghyun looked at him, immediately retreated, only to find that hands linked behind his back stopped him. His eyes wide, he stared in front of him, into kohl rimmed eyes glistening with something he couldn't identify.
“How do you do that?”
“It's easy really,” he said, smiling. “I have a proposition for you, and I'd like you to listen to me, very carefully.”
“Why should I?”
“Because it's in your interest as well as mine.”
“You're not making any sense...”
“Because you're not listening,” he said. “Can I try to make it more clear?” He leaned forward, his lips on Jonghyun's ear. “Can I hear you say my name, first?”
“Why would you want that?”
“I like to hear it.”
“You're a pervert, real messed up.”
“And yet I don't see you really trying to stop me.”
“I'd be an idiot if I did,” he said, grinned. “Your name is Kibum. Why does that matter?”
“It doesn't,” he said. “Except, that, it's Key.”
“What do you mean?”
“I'll show you,” again those eyes met Jonghyun's, and this time he felt the arms rise above his head, felt them run down his side, spindly fingers touching his stomach even though they were bound before him.
“What are you doing...”
“Shh,” Kibum, or Key, whatever he wanted to be called, it didn't matter, said, his hand finding the rough leather of his belt and tugging on it.
Jonghyun froze, as Kibum, Key's fingers, somehow adept even with the bindings, tugged the belt from his waist, made fast work of the fastenings, and was digging past the fabric a moment later.
“How do you even...?” His words were interrupted by Key trailing a finger over the head of his penis, which immediately staggered to attention.
“Know that you like it?” Key asked, smiling lazily as he continued to run that single finger over the length of Jonghyun's penis.
“Yeah,” Jonghyun said, his breath not quite faltering, but coming close to it.
“You're a pirate,” Key said, his hands momentarily moving to Jonghyun's shoulders, just to push him back enough to give him the room he needed to be on his knees before Jonghyun. “Never met one like you that didn't like this kind of thing.”
“You just think you're hot shit,” Jonghyun said, but there was color in his cheeks, because Key was attractive, Key was a bombshell in dingy linens, all pale skin and too damn seductive eyes. He was a prisoner, a boy that Jonghyun was supposed to deliver to a certain set of quasi authorities; but that didn't mean that he couldn't have fun with him first.
“Am I not?” Key asked. “Stand up.”
Jonghyun didn't have to be told twice, just complied in a moment and loved the feel of Key's hands sliding up one thigh, even loved the chill air biting into his exposed skin. The cold was replaced almost instantly by a warmth almost burning, as Key wasted no time in taking Jonghyun's cock into his mouth.
The pressure was thought destroying, moan inducing, and the way that Key's tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft, sucked even as his hands fought to rest against Jonghyun's thigh. He pulled back, his tongue trailing to the tip of Jonghyun's cock, flicked at it, nearly gasped when Jonghyun lifted him to his feet.
“Turn around,” He breathed into Key's ear, and the boy did nothing but comply, his hands raising above his head to rest against the barnacled wall.
“Decided that wasn't enough for you?” Key whispered.
“Shut up,” Jonghyun said, one hand on Key's waist as his other tugged at the fabric blocking him from what he wanted.
He jerked Key's pants down, over his hips and they fell to the wet floor as Jonghyun's finger found Key's ass, not so gently pressed into it. The boy against the wall pulled in a shaky breath, though he made no sound, only closed his eyes, breathed in the scene of the ocean, so near to him.
Jonghyun cared, but only slightly, about Key's comfort, and so he rushed the process, making sure to not hurt Key so much that he would be noticeably damaged, but not taking the time that he may have otherwise done. Two fingers thrusting into Key was enough before he aligned his cock with Key's ass, pressed in slowly, ignoring the whimper that came from Key, conflicting with the way that his hips flared back towards Jonghyun.
“This what you wanted?” Jonghyun whispered, his lips grazing Key's ear as he pulled out, only to press in again with a shuddering moan of his own.
“Something like this,” Key whispered, gasped when Jonghyun gripped his cock. “But I didn't expect it.”
“I like to give as much as I like to take,” he said, smiling as he rested his forehead against Key's shoulder, thrusting into him slowly, but with hard motions that were bringing him close to the edge faster than he would like. Fact of it was that he wasn't interested in his crew, didn't find any of them pretty enough, attractive enough, and Key felt like perfect, warm and tight and moaning under his dick and his hand.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun whispered, his teeth finding the fabric of Key's shirt, tugging on it as he felt like he was losing control.
“Agreed,” Key whispered, was finding himself close to the edge as well, though he was better at restraining himself, even as Jonghyun was thrusting harder, panting faster, moaning as he did, the taste of the dirt and sweat from Key's clothes somehow turning him on all the more.
He held Key close, his hand squeezing and pumping and pulling in all the right, frantic ways. There was no suave to it, no prowess except for the rawness of lust, and Jonghyun wanted nothing more than to feel Key come in his hand.
“Do you like this?” He whispered into Key's ear, his tongue flicking erratically over it
“Yes,” Key breathed, his forehead pressing harder against the wooden hull.
“Tell me you love it.”
“I love it.”
“Ah, fuck,” he whispered again, gripped at Key harder, forgot that he was trying to not hurt Key as they both cried out, Key coming in Jonghyun's hand. The warm liquid, sticking as it mixed with the sweat on his palms made him shiver, moan, come moments later with a last hard thrust. “Oh, fuck...”
He hesitated, breathing heavily, looked at Key from behind, glanced down at his hand, at his cock as he pulled out of Key, struggled to get his pants back to his waist as Key was turning to face him, his face gorgeously flushed and arms still raised against his head.
“Would you like to hear my proposition?”