Rocker
Inspiration, why are you such a bitchy mistress!?
One
It probably wasn’t the best decision in his life, but then again Jonghyun had to admit, it wasn’t like he often made good decisions for himself. Lusting over the biggest name in the industry, though, had to take the cake, the young blonde man figured as he quietly stood and watched the photo shoot.
Lee Jinki, rock god extraordinaire, stood in the center of the set with a caramel brown guitar to match his hair that had Jonghyun confused over whether it was the man he was drooling over or the instrument in his hands. Jinki was the forefront of rock being lead singer of the band Shawol. The band had been underground until last year when a DJ had chosen to play one of their singles during a party filled with numerous record label executives. Fast forward and the band was the biggest thing in the country, especially the lead singer in front of Jonghyun.
The blonde gulped heavily as the man stared straight at him. The ‘god’ flipped his eyes around and smirked dangerously at the camera, moving effortlessly seductive. Jonghyun grimaced as he could feel the sweat pooling his collarbones and down his spine and shook his head, trying to remember his job. Hoisting the piece of reflective board up again, he tried to ignore the rock god’s sinful face and stared straight at the wall, reciting the names of the presidents since 1948.
“That’s a wrap!”
Feeling relieved at the yell from the set director, Jonghyun dropped the board and walked back to where he had left his jacket. Another young man smiled and nodded at Jonghyun in thanks for his help and the blonde bowed in return before stooping to pick up his jacket and water bottle.
“Kim!”
The shout had him straightening immediately. Jonghyun turned to face his boss, hot-shot manager Choi Jin, or as he preferred, ‘Leslie’.
“Yes sir?”
The older man gave the blonde a lewd smirk before throwing a card at him.
“Coffee. My regular and don’t take too long this time. I’m getting sick of cold coffee.”
Jonghyun managed to hold back his cringe and just took the card before sneaking out of the set as quickly as possible.
Leslie was another mistake. At the time, Jonghyun had been nothing more than another young man auditioning at one of the big record labels, but somehow, in all the worst scenarios possible, Jonghyun had ended up as Leslie’s assistant. At the time, Jonghyun had considered it to be better than nothing for at least the regular paychecks would keep him from being evicted.
But Jonghyun felt himself regretting that decision almost every day since then. The older man was cruel and arrogant, and to Jonghyun’s surprise, adored ‘pretty flower boys’. Jonghyun couldn’t even the count the number of times he had managed to escape the man’s advances. It helped that Jonghyun was quick on his feet and made sure to never be let alone with the man. He had learned that very quickly the first time the older man had tried to assault him.
And yet, Jonghyun hadn’t quit, hadn’t complained. Sometimes the blonde wondered if he was a masochist.
Rubbing his aching temples, the blonde ran down the stairs quickly without looking anywhere else. Behind him, a tall man pursed his lips before heading over to room labeled ‘Shawol’.
--
He was pathetic.
Jinki groaned as he entered the dressing room where his bandmates were resting, sprawled all over each other in an effort to fit three bodies into one couch.
“Well don’t you look peppy?”
Jinki turned and glared at his second-in-command, guitarist Kim Kibum. The younger man just smirked, licking his lips naughtily. Jinki scoffed at the lewd gesture, rolling his eyes as he fell into one of the make-up station chairs.
“Save that for Minho and Taeminnie, Kibum,” he scolded tiredly.
Letting his eyes fall shut, the singer leaned back and stretched his legs out, wincing as he felt the muscles along his knees pull tightly. He needed to start stretching in the mornings or he wouldn’t be jumping for long with the way his body seemed to be giving out on him. Frankly, Jinki felt worn out. The constant grind of performances, interviews, photo shoots, and rehearsals was taking a toll on the band, especially him with all the attention that was being given to him. Jinki knew it didn’t bother any of his teammates that he had been singled out by the public as the face of Shawol, but Jinki couldn’t help but wish they’d go after one of the younger boys and let him hide in bed.
It also didn’t help that he was lusting after a man he barely knew.
“Wait, hyung has a crush on who?”
Jinki groaned at Taemin’s voice. If there was one person Jinki would’ve kept his secret from, it was his younger cousin and the band’s drummer Lee Taemin. The boy had been with Jinki for longer than Kibum, but it hadn’t been until their first drummer had decided to ditch the band to go get high that Taemin had stepped in. Since then, the boy had permanently claimed the set to the drum set and no one had a foot to stand on to argue with that. And while Jinki trusted Taemin with everything, it was still embarrassing to talk about his sex life with a boy he had seen in diapers.
“Some assistant. The blonde, I think.”
Jinki groaned as Minho answered. If there was one word to describe Shawol’s bassist, it was determined. No matter what the goal, Minho was like a dog after a bone and nothing got past him, as obvious with his answer. Frankly, Jinki thought he had been discrete enough while ogling the assistant. It wasn’t as if he could help himself, especially today with the way the blonde man had been dressed in a pair of jeans that were tighter than even some of Taemin’s.
The man in question was an assistant to their pig of a manager Leslie, but from what Jinki could tell or force Kibum to figure out for him, the young man wasn’t too interested in his job. He had been working with Leslie almost as long as they had been under the disgusting man’s management, a situation that all of Shawol hated. Frankly, it took all of Jinki’s reserves sometimes to stop himself from pummeling the older man. In fact, Minho had nearly done it when the manager had made a semi-vulgar comment at Kibum. Thankfully, Taemin had managed to stop it from getting too out of hand.
But the assistant was different. He was intensely quiet, almost to the point of brooding. He rarely ever spoke and when he did, it was always distant and polite, a breath of fresh air compared to others who just drooled over them. Hell, sometimes the band didn’t even notice he was there until Leslie started yelling at him for coffee. The blonde was almost like a ghost and if it hadn’t been for the Gatorade incident three months ago, Jinki wouldn’t even have noticed him.
Taemin had caught the stomach flu and had been puking up everywhere during a photo shoot. Gatorade had been the blonde’s sudden quiet suggestion as he mopped their waiting room. Without even hesitating, Jinki had agreed and the blonde left to buy some. However, on his return, Leslie suddenly lashed out at the man, opening the large bottle and dumping it over his head.
“Teach you to go and be some hero. Don’t ever leave without telling me again,” the man had spat in the blonde’s face.
Kibum had reacted instantly after the manager left the room, handing the blonde a towel and then bullying him into changing his shirt. The blonde had tried to fight off the guitarist, but when Minho added his voice into the plea, he stood no chance. Huffing, the assistant grabbed his shirt and yanked it out from his pants before unbuttoning it.
It was that simple action that had caught Jinki’s attention.
Underneath the cotton being slowly revealed centimeter by painful centimeter was the creamiest skin Jinki had ever seen. He wasn’t milky pale like Taemin or Kibum, but nor was he deeply tanned like Minho. But his skin was beautifully unblemished, stretched over corded muscles. And the black beaded barbell through his nipple? Jinki had never gotten so hard so quickly in his life.
And now two months later, he was stuck as he found himself more and more attracted to the quiet assistant. It didn’t help that the blonde seemed all of sudden to be everywhere with them. No matter what he was doing, Jinki found himself daydreaming about the blonde’s lean body and pouty lips; and it was becoming a problem when he started missing out on conversations and even meals.
“So why exactly hasn’t hyung just jumped him?”
Jinki flicked open an eye to glare at Taemin. The drummer just shot his elder cousin wink as he snuggled in between Kibum and Minho.
The guitarist snorted dryly.
“Because he’s being a pussy.”
Jinki opened both eyes to glare at him, but it had no effect as Kibum straightened up, letting Taemin’s head fall into his lap. Jinki was no stranger to relationships, but the one shared by his bandmates still baffled him. He wasn’t sure how it started, but in the beginning, he feared it would tear them apart. A couple was never easy, but a threesome? Jinki couldn’t understand how they managed. After four years, the singer had learned better, releasing that his three bandmates were too stubborn to let anything come between them and success. And while he was happy for them, that didn’t mean he was up to sharing his own personal desires with them. His little attraction was his problem and his alone.
Groaning, the singer got to his feet and stretched before walking over to the door.
“Where are you going?”
Jinki turned to his surprised guitarist and gave him a self-deprecating smile.
“To find some ice.”
--
Jonghyun groaned as he walked to the stairs and headed for the recording room. Shawol was in rehearsal currently and he was stuck playing coffee bitch for Leslie. Yawning, the blonde took his time on the stairs, casually going up each floor while making sure not to spill the man’s ridiculous order of double-shot-tall-skinny-half-caff-cappuccino.
“Fucking girly drink,” the blonde muttered under his breath as he climbed the last set of stairs.
To the blonde’s surprise, Kibum was sitting down in the middle of the next steps with his lips pursed in a pout. As Jonghyun approached him, the guitarist sat up and smiled.
“Hello Jonghyun,” he greeted pleasantly.
“Hello Kibum-shi,” Jonghyun replied calmly, not quite meeting eyes with the guitarist.
Kibum tilted his head slightly, letting his angle cut hair fall away from his eyes. The guitarist studied the blonde for a moment before smirking.
“You don’t have to use honorifics with us, Jonghyun,” he chided lightly. “After all, you’ve been with us for a long time now.”
The blonde looked surprised before nodding with a half smile.
“Of course, Kibum. If that’s what you’d like,” he managed before trying to move past the guitarist.
Kibum smirked, getting to his feet and following the blonde up the rest of the stairs. Throwing an arm around the assistant’s shoulders, Kibum cheerfully began to chat.
“You know Jonghyun, how old are you?”
“Twenty four.”
“Omo, I should be calling you hyung then, if that’s okay right? I mean, I’m a year younger than you,” Kibum asked without pausing. “So anyway, Jonghyun-hyung, the guys and I were planning on hitting one of the underground clubs tonight. Figured we could blow off some steam, especially Jinki-hyung. He needs a good long night of drinking and partying. But anyway, you should come.”
Jonghyun stared at the guitarist in surprise as they reached the recording room.
“What?” he started.
“It’ll be tons of fun and-thanks for the help!” Kibum cheered loudly as they entered the recording room, where the other members of Shawol were sprawled out on the sofas and Leslie was glaring at Jonghyun. Wincing slightly, the blonde headed for the man with the coffee outstretched.
“I wonder if it’s even hot anymore,” the overbearing man snarled as he snatched the coffee from Jonghyun. The blonde kept quiet, but the members of Shawol, especially Jinki who couldn’t take his eyes off of the other man, saw the minute tick in his jaw.
“I’ll make sure to be faster next time,” he replied before bowing his head slightly and moving back into a corner of the room.
Kibum watched as Jinki followed the blonde with his eyes. Smirking, the guitarist strolled over to the lead singer and dropped into the man’s lap. Jinki groaned as the younger man’s weight settled on him and pushed him slightly in order to breathe again.
“Hi Kibum,” he hissed after gaining room for air.
Kibum smirked as he leaned into Jinki.
“Blink once in a while hyung or you’ll scare him off.”
Jinki raised an eyebrow in surprise before frowning.
“Is Leslie always that much of an ass to him?” he whispered back, watching carefully as the blonde took the criticism silently.
“From what I’ve seen and Taemin too, pretty much,” Kibum whispered back as he adjusted himself to sit on Jinki’s thigh and not on his groin. “Rumor has it that Jonghyun’s the only assistant that’s managed to keep himself from getting assaulted by the pig. Apparently, some wish that Jonghyun had so Leslie would be fired. He was given a last chance by the label due to complaints about his previous assistants. But Jonghyun hasn’t and so Leslie’s still here.”
Jinki felt a muscle tick in his temple. The thought of the lean blonde and the boorish man made him both nauseated and infuriated. Swallowing his rage and disgust, Jinki sat up.
“Maybe we should get on with the rest of practice,” he announced loudly. “After all, I’d like to get some time off tonight.”
The lead singer didn’t see the blonde watching him with want and something more in his eyes as he stalked to the set, glaring the entire way.
--
The club was pulsing with bass. Taemin was already in the center of the dance floor, gyrating to the beat with reckless abandon. The youngest threw his head back and forth, swinging around his long auburn hair while smirking at Minho who sat next to Jinki in their little booth.
Jinki could already feel the alcohol taking an affect as he slouched into the booth seats. It seemed that his bandmates were determined to get him to relax and enjoy tonight. He had already consumed two bottles of soju and a shot of whiskey, but Kibum was walking back with another round of drinks.
It was the blonde walking next to the guitarist that had Jinki sitting up in surprise. Jonghyun was carrying a bottle of soju and a tall glass, talking calmly with Kibum who was wearing a familiar shit-eating grin as he approached the table. Jonghyun stood by the table for a moment unsure and Jinki caught his gaze.
“Jonghyun-hyung, take a seat!”
The blonde jumped at Kibum’s voice and sat down gingerly next to Jinki.
“Oh yeah, this is your bottle Jinki-shi,” he quietly announced before handing the bottle over to the man. The lead singer took it calmly but not without brushing his fingers against the blonde’s.
“You look uncomfortable.”
Jinki turned to face Minho, but realized that the bassist was staring at Jonghyun. The blonde gave a weak chuckle and took a sip of his drink.
“Just surprised by the atmosphere. I didn’t know that Taemin-shi was such a good dancer,” he commented, gesturing at the dancing man.
“Yah, hyung! I told you to drop the honorifics!” Kibum complained from his position on Minho’s lap. The blonde blushed, staring at Jinki and Minho for direction.
“I agree, hyung,” the bassist announced to Jinki’s surprise. “After all, you’ve been with us for more than three years now.”
Jonghyun seemed to sink into his shoulders, but he managed to nod before turning to Jinki.
“If you’re comfortable,” he started quietly.
Jinki replied without hesitation. “Of course.”
The blonde nodded with a tight smile and took another sip of his drink. The silence around them seemed to grow and Jinki turned away from the blonde to concentrate on his bottle of soju. Seeing the awkwardness, Kibum sat up with and shook out his helmet hair.
“Come on, hyung,” he announced, reaching for Jonghyun. “Let’s dance.” He got up off the table and started pulling on Jonghyun’s arm. The blonde’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“Kibum, I’m really not a good dancer,” he started to explain while digging in his heels.
The guitarist just smirked. “Don’t worry, hyung. Everyone here is trashed enough that no one will care if you mess up.”
“But…” the horror in the blonde’s face almost made Jinki chuckle.
“Oh and it’s one of my favorite songs too!”
--
“Can I sit?”
Jinki looked up in surprise to see Jonghyun standing next to him before blinking and making room for the blonde. The other man had been dragged into shots with Taemin and more dancing until Minho had decided to rescue him. To say Jinki had been watching the blonde non-stop was understatement. Between drinking and dancing of his own, when Kibum and Taemin dragged him out, the lead singer had been boring holes in the blonde’s shapely leather-covered ass. It wasn’t until the last set of songs that he had escaped back to their booth when hiding his attraction became too difficult.
To Jinki’s surprise, Jonghyun had another tall glass in his hands and was sipping it steadily.
“What are you drinking?”
Jonghyun looked up at him in surprise and that’s when Jinki realized that he wasn’t the only one somewhat trashed at the table. The blonde’s eyes were glassy as he burped and then blushed.
“It--it’s a long is--sland iced tea,” he slurred before setting the glass on the table.
“I’m guessing it doesn’t have tea in it.”
Jinki found himself surprised again when the blonde giggled.
“No and I’m drunk,” he replied between giggles, leaning heavily on Jinki.
Jinki felt fire rush threw his veins as the blonde turned his face towards Jinki’s skin and rubbed his nose against Jinki’s shoulder, his eyes closed serenely.
“You smell good. You look really good too,” the blonde mumbled, shifting his weight more towards Jinki. Without thinking, Jinki shifted and moved back, forcing the blonde to fall into his lap. Jonghyun didn’t seem to mind as he laughed and righted himself, putting his hands on Jinki’s shoulders. “Sorry,” he whispered in apology as he leaned into Jinki’s chest.
Jinki felt his mouth go dry as he felt Jonghyun settle his ass on his groin, straddling his legs. The blonde was leaning with his head on Jinki’s collarbone. Unconsciously, Jinki’s hand reached up and he started to drag his fingers through Jonghyun’s wild mane. The blonde purred in response and Jinki felt himself harden to full instantly.
It wasn’t until Jonghyun straightened up and looked him straight in the eyes that Jinki made a move.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the blonde’s. For a moment, they were still, and then Jonghyun moaned and pressed back.
--
Jonghyun didn’t know what he was doing other than the fact that other man was kissing him back. He knew he was drunk, but the way Jinki was thrusting his tongue into Jonghyun’s mouth had the blonde moaning. Jonghyun could already feel his own hands clenched in Jinki’s hair, but the feel of the other man’s hands on his ass made him groan helplessly as he pressed down, desperate for friction.
Jinki moved his head and Jonghyun keened at the loss of the lead singer’s mouth as it trailed down his neck, licking and kissing the thin skin. Jonghyun shuddered and arched more into Jinki as the lead singer began to suck the skin under his ear into his mouth, pulling tight enough to leave a mark. Trailing his hands down Jinki’s neck and to his shoulders, Jonghyun squeezed tightly as Jinki rolled his hips up into his.
“God,” he cried in a broken gasp as Jinki thrust harder against him, his large hands squeezing and kneading Jonghyun’s ass.
The other man seemed to concur as he pressed his lips against Jonghyun’s adam apple and groaned, “Yes. Like that.”
Jonghyun whined again as the lead singer brought one hand off his ass and to his hair, clenching the blonde locks tightly as he forced the assistant’s head down for another kiss. Jonghyun sloppily pressed his lips against Jinki’s, groaning and moaning in between kisses and thrusts of tongue. He caught Jinki’s tongue between his lips and sucked hard, hollowing out his cheeks as much as he could. The other man’s hands grew tight on his body as he groaned in response, grinding hard into Jonghyun.
--
Jinki panted against the blonde’s mouth as they rutted against each other desperately. The blonde was currently sucking on his tongue and Jinki’s brain was short-circuiting at the act. He groaned heavily and squeezed Jonghyun’s ass, rubbing his hands over the smooth leather before reaching underneath it to touch skin. The blonde let out a choked moan at the movement, his head thrown back. Jinki couldn’t help himself and followed the blonde’s movement, pressing his face into the man’s collar and attacking the skin with his lips.
“Oh God,” Jonghyun cried and Jinki couldn’t help the victorious smile that crossed his lips.
“How do you want it, baby?” he crooned, laving his tongue over the skin of Jonghyun’s collarbones.
He pressed a kiss against the hollow of the blonde’s throat before moving further down. Taking a hand off Jonghyun’s ass, Jinki used it to pull the assistant’s shirt aside so he could explore more of the younger man’s chest. The blonde in his lap panted heavily, digging his fingers deep into Jinki’s arms. But Jinki couldn’t care less as he suckled on the skin above Jonghyun’s heart, pulling it tightly between his lips.
“Please, please, please!” the blonde begged frantically, rolling his hips harder into Jinki’s.
Pulling away with a lewd smack of his lips, Jinki took one look at the blonde and made up his mind.
“I’m going to fuck you into the ground, baby,” he swore into Jonghyun’s ear before kissing him desperately.
--
Jonghyun groaned openly as his back hit a door, the handle digging into his spine. His assailant didn’t seem to notice, too busy working his hands under Jonghyun’s shirt. The blonde relented and let Jinki pull the shirt over his head and down his back. Feeling it over his wrists, Jonghyun tried to pull out of it when Jinki’s hand clamped onto his arms and he felt the shirt being wrapped around his wrists, firmly tying his hands to his back.
Jonghyun groaned at the unfairness of the situation as Jinki finished tying the shirt before giving the assistant a smirk.
“Don’t look too sad, baby,” the man crooned at him. “I’ll give you your chance.”
He leaned his weight into the younger man and slid a knee between Jonghyun’s thighs. Jonghyun grunted and spread his legs, settling his crotch on Jinki’s thigh. To the blonde’s surprise, the leader began to circle his leg under Jonghyun’s crotch, making the tension in his pants unbearable.
Jonghyun found himself wanting to tease the other man in retaliation and couldn’t help himself. He tipped his head back and let his eyes fall shut as he moaned wantonly, grinding hard on the man’s thigh. He knew his actions hadn’t been missed as he felt the knee between his legs shift to bring the other man more underneath him.
With a grin of victory, Jonghyun raised himself up to straddle Jinki’s waist. He stretched up high to kiss the leader, using his lips and tongue. Jonghyun pressed every desire, every lustful glance, every need into the kiss; tangling his tongue with Jinki’s, tracing the older man’s teeth with his tongue, and nipping his lips.
Jonghyun broke away from Jinki with a load gasp and moaned against the leader’s lips. “Inside. Now.”
--
Jinki found himself grinning as he watched Jonghyun undulate on the bed, twisting his arms to free his hands from the shirt. Tearing his own shirt from his frame, the leader approached the bed, taking a moment to fumble with his shoes. Jonghyun chuckled as he swore at the docs, ripping them off his feet. With a triumphant growl, he joined the assistant, crawling over him.
“Go ahead and laugh,” he threatened with a smirk. “You’ll be screaming enough later.”
The blonde just tossed his head back as Jinki’s hand settled over his belt, already fiddling with the buckle.
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Jonghyun replied, hands reaching forward to touch Jinki’s bare chest and stomach.
The older man just grinned. Whatever tension had been in the club had disappeared and the banter proved it. The ease at which the assistant seemed to melt in his embrace and the undying erection in his jeans were more than satisfying to Jinki. Grasping the leather jeans tightly, Jinki wrenched them off the blonde’s hips. Before he could touch the newly revealed skin, though, Jonghyun sat up, mouth attacking his chest as his hands made quick work of Jinki’s jeans, forcing them off the rocker’s hips.
The leader had barely a moment to think as Jonghyun forced him down, hands tight on his hips, mouth moving past his stomach.
“Jongh-ah!”
--
Jonghyun couldn’t contain the hum of satisfaction as he took the rocker’s cock deeper into his mouth, sucking hard. The feeling of Jinki’s hands in his hair, the taste of the man’s skin in his mouth, and the heat pooling in his stomach were intoxicating; more so than the multitude of drinks he had consumed at the club. In fact, all the alcohol had done was to get him to embarrass himself on the dance floor. But this, this moment, this action, this encounter, he wanted.
He gave one final suck before pulling away and straddling Jinki. The leader was breathless, eyes dark with lust, hands clenching Jonghyun’s hips tightly. Taking one of Jinki’s hands, Jonghyun brought it to his mouth and began to suck on the man’s fingers. Jinki seemed to almost choke on air as he watched the blonde close his eyes in ecstasy, twirling his tongue around Jinki’s digits.
With one final butterfly kiss to Jinki’s pointer, Jonghyun forced Jinki’s hand to his ass.
The first finger went in easily and the second only made the blonde gasp and rock his hips, settling down further on the digits. He was sweating in earnest now, his hair sticking to his face messily. The torture continued for a few more minutes as the leader took his time to stretch and tease the blonde, rubbing his fingers all around. As soon as Jinki managed to get all four fingers inside, Jonghyun moaned desperately.
“Now,” he gasped achingly.
--
The heat around him was amazing. Jinki groaned openly as he pulled out and sunk again into the wet heat of Jonghyun’s ass. The rocker was steadily fucking the younger man, his pace alternating between slow deep strokes broken up by short quick jabs.
“God,” the blonde moaned, arching his back as he spread his legs even wider, Jinki’s hands moving to grasp his thighs.
The leader pulled Jonghyun’s thighs tight to his own sides until the blonde’s arousal was rubbing against his stomach, leaking nonstop. The younger man groaned brokenly at the feeling, reaching up to grab himself, but Jinki grabbed his hand.
“Not yet, Jonghyun,” he commanded. “I’m going to make you sweat and beg until you have nothing left to give.” The leader leaned down and pressed kisses against the blonde’s sweat soaked skin, tracing circles around the darkened nipples with his tongue. Jinki paused in his thrusting to adjust his weight and then slammed back, ripping a guttural scream from the man beneath him. Smirking, the leader realized he had found the younger man’s sweet spot.
--
Jonghyun felt tears spring to his eyes as Jinki purposely edged on his prostrate before pulling out almost completely. The blonde sobbed openly as he felt the older man rub the tip of his cock around his sphincter teasingly.
“Jinki! Jinki!”
The older man ignored his begging and leaned down, licking and nipping the blonde’s jawline before kissing him brutally. Jonghyun groaned into the kiss, biting back at Jinki’s lips in frustration. He felt the older man pull away from him and opened his eyes pleadingly.
With one final swipe of his tongue on Jonghyun’s throat, the rocker slammed himself back in. This time, the rocker didn’t hesitate and began to pound the blonde’s prostrate. Jonghyun screamed openly at each thrust, his nerves sending lightning up and down his spine. Suddenly, Jonghyun felt Jinki take hold of his cock. A few hard pumps and the blonde tipped over, convulsing-muscles tightening-back arching as he screamed.
The blonde lay still for a moment, eyes still unable to focus as he felt Jinki’s thrusts lose their rhythm. The blonde nearly came again as he felt the man thrust jerkily and then come undone, filling his ass.
Feeling sticky fingers grasp his face, Jonghyun barely focused on Jinki’s face as the man leaned in and kissed him.
--
(A/N): I can't. I swear I'm only posting this before I can't revise it anymore. This has been driving me crazy since Christmas and I just... *screams in frustration*
P.S. This was all inspired by Jinki's photoshoot for RoA. Seriously, can someone just tell me that the Korean production was as raunchy as the original American? Lie to me if you have to just so I dream about raunchy Onew? ◕‿◕✿◕‿◕✿
One
It probably wasn’t the best decision in his life, but then again Jonghyun had to admit, it wasn’t like he often made good decisions for himself. Lusting over the biggest name in the industry, though, had to take the cake, the young blonde man figured as he quietly stood and watched the photo shoot.
Lee Jinki, rock god extraordinaire, stood in the center of the set with a caramel brown guitar to match his hair that had Jonghyun confused over whether it was the man he was drooling over or the instrument in his hands. Jinki was the forefront of rock being lead singer of the band Shawol. The band had been underground until last year when a DJ had chosen to play one of their singles during a party filled with numerous record label executives. Fast forward and the band was the biggest thing in the country, especially the lead singer in front of Jonghyun.
The blonde gulped heavily as the man stared straight at him. The ‘god’ flipped his eyes around and smirked dangerously at the camera, moving effortlessly seductive. Jonghyun grimaced as he could feel the sweat pooling his collarbones and down his spine and shook his head, trying to remember his job. Hoisting the piece of reflective board up again, he tried to ignore the rock god’s sinful face and stared straight at the wall, reciting the names of the presidents since 1948.
“That’s a wrap!”
Feeling relieved at the yell from the set director, Jonghyun dropped the board and walked back to where he had left his jacket. Another young man smiled and nodded at Jonghyun in thanks for his help and the blonde bowed in return before stooping to pick up his jacket and water bottle.
“Kim!”
The shout had him straightening immediately. Jonghyun turned to face his boss, hot-shot manager Choi Jin, or as he preferred, ‘Leslie’.
“Yes sir?”
The older man gave the blonde a lewd smirk before throwing a card at him.
“Coffee. My regular and don’t take too long this time. I’m getting sick of cold coffee.”
Jonghyun managed to hold back his cringe and just took the card before sneaking out of the set as quickly as possible.
Leslie was another mistake. At the time, Jonghyun had been nothing more than another young man auditioning at one of the big record labels, but somehow, in all the worst scenarios possible, Jonghyun had ended up as Leslie’s assistant. At the time, Jonghyun had considered it to be better than nothing for at least the regular paychecks would keep him from being evicted.
But Jonghyun felt himself regretting that decision almost every day since then. The older man was cruel and arrogant, and to Jonghyun’s surprise, adored ‘pretty flower boys’. Jonghyun couldn’t even the count the number of times he had managed to escape the man’s advances. It helped that Jonghyun was quick on his feet and made sure to never be let alone with the man. He had learned that very quickly the first time the older man had tried to assault him.
And yet, Jonghyun hadn’t quit, hadn’t complained. Sometimes the blonde wondered if he was a masochist.
Rubbing his aching temples, the blonde ran down the stairs quickly without looking anywhere else. Behind him, a tall man pursed his lips before heading over to room labeled ‘Shawol’.
--
He was pathetic.
Jinki groaned as he entered the dressing room where his bandmates were resting, sprawled all over each other in an effort to fit three bodies into one couch.
“Well don’t you look peppy?”
Jinki turned and glared at his second-in-command, guitarist Kim Kibum. The younger man just smirked, licking his lips naughtily. Jinki scoffed at the lewd gesture, rolling his eyes as he fell into one of the make-up station chairs.
“Save that for Minho and Taeminnie, Kibum,” he scolded tiredly.
Letting his eyes fall shut, the singer leaned back and stretched his legs out, wincing as he felt the muscles along his knees pull tightly. He needed to start stretching in the mornings or he wouldn’t be jumping for long with the way his body seemed to be giving out on him. Frankly, Jinki felt worn out. The constant grind of performances, interviews, photo shoots, and rehearsals was taking a toll on the band, especially him with all the attention that was being given to him. Jinki knew it didn’t bother any of his teammates that he had been singled out by the public as the face of Shawol, but Jinki couldn’t help but wish they’d go after one of the younger boys and let him hide in bed.
It also didn’t help that he was lusting after a man he barely knew.
“Wait, hyung has a crush on who?”
Jinki groaned at Taemin’s voice. If there was one person Jinki would’ve kept his secret from, it was his younger cousin and the band’s drummer Lee Taemin. The boy had been with Jinki for longer than Kibum, but it hadn’t been until their first drummer had decided to ditch the band to go get high that Taemin had stepped in. Since then, the boy had permanently claimed the set to the drum set and no one had a foot to stand on to argue with that. And while Jinki trusted Taemin with everything, it was still embarrassing to talk about his sex life with a boy he had seen in diapers.
“Some assistant. The blonde, I think.”
Jinki groaned as Minho answered. If there was one word to describe Shawol’s bassist, it was determined. No matter what the goal, Minho was like a dog after a bone and nothing got past him, as obvious with his answer. Frankly, Jinki thought he had been discrete enough while ogling the assistant. It wasn’t as if he could help himself, especially today with the way the blonde man had been dressed in a pair of jeans that were tighter than even some of Taemin’s.
The man in question was an assistant to their pig of a manager Leslie, but from what Jinki could tell or force Kibum to figure out for him, the young man wasn’t too interested in his job. He had been working with Leslie almost as long as they had been under the disgusting man’s management, a situation that all of Shawol hated. Frankly, it took all of Jinki’s reserves sometimes to stop himself from pummeling the older man. In fact, Minho had nearly done it when the manager had made a semi-vulgar comment at Kibum. Thankfully, Taemin had managed to stop it from getting too out of hand.
But the assistant was different. He was intensely quiet, almost to the point of brooding. He rarely ever spoke and when he did, it was always distant and polite, a breath of fresh air compared to others who just drooled over them. Hell, sometimes the band didn’t even notice he was there until Leslie started yelling at him for coffee. The blonde was almost like a ghost and if it hadn’t been for the Gatorade incident three months ago, Jinki wouldn’t even have noticed him.
Taemin had caught the stomach flu and had been puking up everywhere during a photo shoot. Gatorade had been the blonde’s sudden quiet suggestion as he mopped their waiting room. Without even hesitating, Jinki had agreed and the blonde left to buy some. However, on his return, Leslie suddenly lashed out at the man, opening the large bottle and dumping it over his head.
“Teach you to go and be some hero. Don’t ever leave without telling me again,” the man had spat in the blonde’s face.
Kibum had reacted instantly after the manager left the room, handing the blonde a towel and then bullying him into changing his shirt. The blonde had tried to fight off the guitarist, but when Minho added his voice into the plea, he stood no chance. Huffing, the assistant grabbed his shirt and yanked it out from his pants before unbuttoning it.
It was that simple action that had caught Jinki’s attention.
Underneath the cotton being slowly revealed centimeter by painful centimeter was the creamiest skin Jinki had ever seen. He wasn’t milky pale like Taemin or Kibum, but nor was he deeply tanned like Minho. But his skin was beautifully unblemished, stretched over corded muscles. And the black beaded barbell through his nipple? Jinki had never gotten so hard so quickly in his life.
And now two months later, he was stuck as he found himself more and more attracted to the quiet assistant. It didn’t help that the blonde seemed all of sudden to be everywhere with them. No matter what he was doing, Jinki found himself daydreaming about the blonde’s lean body and pouty lips; and it was becoming a problem when he started missing out on conversations and even meals.
“So why exactly hasn’t hyung just jumped him?”
Jinki flicked open an eye to glare at Taemin. The drummer just shot his elder cousin wink as he snuggled in between Kibum and Minho.
The guitarist snorted dryly.
“Because he’s being a pussy.”
Jinki opened both eyes to glare at him, but it had no effect as Kibum straightened up, letting Taemin’s head fall into his lap. Jinki was no stranger to relationships, but the one shared by his bandmates still baffled him. He wasn’t sure how it started, but in the beginning, he feared it would tear them apart. A couple was never easy, but a threesome? Jinki couldn’t understand how they managed. After four years, the singer had learned better, releasing that his three bandmates were too stubborn to let anything come between them and success. And while he was happy for them, that didn’t mean he was up to sharing his own personal desires with them. His little attraction was his problem and his alone.
Groaning, the singer got to his feet and stretched before walking over to the door.
“Where are you going?”
Jinki turned to his surprised guitarist and gave him a self-deprecating smile.
“To find some ice.”
--
Jonghyun groaned as he walked to the stairs and headed for the recording room. Shawol was in rehearsal currently and he was stuck playing coffee bitch for Leslie. Yawning, the blonde took his time on the stairs, casually going up each floor while making sure not to spill the man’s ridiculous order of double-shot-tall-skinny-half-caff-cappuccino.
“Fucking girly drink,” the blonde muttered under his breath as he climbed the last set of stairs.
To the blonde’s surprise, Kibum was sitting down in the middle of the next steps with his lips pursed in a pout. As Jonghyun approached him, the guitarist sat up and smiled.
“Hello Jonghyun,” he greeted pleasantly.
“Hello Kibum-shi,” Jonghyun replied calmly, not quite meeting eyes with the guitarist.
Kibum tilted his head slightly, letting his angle cut hair fall away from his eyes. The guitarist studied the blonde for a moment before smirking.
“You don’t have to use honorifics with us, Jonghyun,” he chided lightly. “After all, you’ve been with us for a long time now.”
The blonde looked surprised before nodding with a half smile.
“Of course, Kibum. If that’s what you’d like,” he managed before trying to move past the guitarist.
Kibum smirked, getting to his feet and following the blonde up the rest of the stairs. Throwing an arm around the assistant’s shoulders, Kibum cheerfully began to chat.
“You know Jonghyun, how old are you?”
“Twenty four.”
“Omo, I should be calling you hyung then, if that’s okay right? I mean, I’m a year younger than you,” Kibum asked without pausing. “So anyway, Jonghyun-hyung, the guys and I were planning on hitting one of the underground clubs tonight. Figured we could blow off some steam, especially Jinki-hyung. He needs a good long night of drinking and partying. But anyway, you should come.”
Jonghyun stared at the guitarist in surprise as they reached the recording room.
“What?” he started.
“It’ll be tons of fun and-thanks for the help!” Kibum cheered loudly as they entered the recording room, where the other members of Shawol were sprawled out on the sofas and Leslie was glaring at Jonghyun. Wincing slightly, the blonde headed for the man with the coffee outstretched.
“I wonder if it’s even hot anymore,” the overbearing man snarled as he snatched the coffee from Jonghyun. The blonde kept quiet, but the members of Shawol, especially Jinki who couldn’t take his eyes off of the other man, saw the minute tick in his jaw.
“I’ll make sure to be faster next time,” he replied before bowing his head slightly and moving back into a corner of the room.
Kibum watched as Jinki followed the blonde with his eyes. Smirking, the guitarist strolled over to the lead singer and dropped into the man’s lap. Jinki groaned as the younger man’s weight settled on him and pushed him slightly in order to breathe again.
“Hi Kibum,” he hissed after gaining room for air.
Kibum smirked as he leaned into Jinki.
“Blink once in a while hyung or you’ll scare him off.”
Jinki raised an eyebrow in surprise before frowning.
“Is Leslie always that much of an ass to him?” he whispered back, watching carefully as the blonde took the criticism silently.
“From what I’ve seen and Taemin too, pretty much,” Kibum whispered back as he adjusted himself to sit on Jinki’s thigh and not on his groin. “Rumor has it that Jonghyun’s the only assistant that’s managed to keep himself from getting assaulted by the pig. Apparently, some wish that Jonghyun had so Leslie would be fired. He was given a last chance by the label due to complaints about his previous assistants. But Jonghyun hasn’t and so Leslie’s still here.”
Jinki felt a muscle tick in his temple. The thought of the lean blonde and the boorish man made him both nauseated and infuriated. Swallowing his rage and disgust, Jinki sat up.
“Maybe we should get on with the rest of practice,” he announced loudly. “After all, I’d like to get some time off tonight.”
The lead singer didn’t see the blonde watching him with want and something more in his eyes as he stalked to the set, glaring the entire way.
--
The club was pulsing with bass. Taemin was already in the center of the dance floor, gyrating to the beat with reckless abandon. The youngest threw his head back and forth, swinging around his long auburn hair while smirking at Minho who sat next to Jinki in their little booth.
Jinki could already feel the alcohol taking an affect as he slouched into the booth seats. It seemed that his bandmates were determined to get him to relax and enjoy tonight. He had already consumed two bottles of soju and a shot of whiskey, but Kibum was walking back with another round of drinks.
It was the blonde walking next to the guitarist that had Jinki sitting up in surprise. Jonghyun was carrying a bottle of soju and a tall glass, talking calmly with Kibum who was wearing a familiar shit-eating grin as he approached the table. Jonghyun stood by the table for a moment unsure and Jinki caught his gaze.
“Jonghyun-hyung, take a seat!”
The blonde jumped at Kibum’s voice and sat down gingerly next to Jinki.
“Oh yeah, this is your bottle Jinki-shi,” he quietly announced before handing the bottle over to the man. The lead singer took it calmly but not without brushing his fingers against the blonde’s.
“You look uncomfortable.”
Jinki turned to face Minho, but realized that the bassist was staring at Jonghyun. The blonde gave a weak chuckle and took a sip of his drink.
“Just surprised by the atmosphere. I didn’t know that Taemin-shi was such a good dancer,” he commented, gesturing at the dancing man.
“Yah, hyung! I told you to drop the honorifics!” Kibum complained from his position on Minho’s lap. The blonde blushed, staring at Jinki and Minho for direction.
“I agree, hyung,” the bassist announced to Jinki’s surprise. “After all, you’ve been with us for more than three years now.”
Jonghyun seemed to sink into his shoulders, but he managed to nod before turning to Jinki.
“If you’re comfortable,” he started quietly.
Jinki replied without hesitation. “Of course.”
The blonde nodded with a tight smile and took another sip of his drink. The silence around them seemed to grow and Jinki turned away from the blonde to concentrate on his bottle of soju. Seeing the awkwardness, Kibum sat up with and shook out his helmet hair.
“Come on, hyung,” he announced, reaching for Jonghyun. “Let’s dance.” He got up off the table and started pulling on Jonghyun’s arm. The blonde’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“Kibum, I’m really not a good dancer,” he started to explain while digging in his heels.
The guitarist just smirked. “Don’t worry, hyung. Everyone here is trashed enough that no one will care if you mess up.”
“But…” the horror in the blonde’s face almost made Jinki chuckle.
“Oh and it’s one of my favorite songs too!”
--
“Can I sit?”
Jinki looked up in surprise to see Jonghyun standing next to him before blinking and making room for the blonde. The other man had been dragged into shots with Taemin and more dancing until Minho had decided to rescue him. To say Jinki had been watching the blonde non-stop was understatement. Between drinking and dancing of his own, when Kibum and Taemin dragged him out, the lead singer had been boring holes in the blonde’s shapely leather-covered ass. It wasn’t until the last set of songs that he had escaped back to their booth when hiding his attraction became too difficult.
To Jinki’s surprise, Jonghyun had another tall glass in his hands and was sipping it steadily.
“What are you drinking?”
Jonghyun looked up at him in surprise and that’s when Jinki realized that he wasn’t the only one somewhat trashed at the table. The blonde’s eyes were glassy as he burped and then blushed.
“It--it’s a long is--sland iced tea,” he slurred before setting the glass on the table.
“I’m guessing it doesn’t have tea in it.”
Jinki found himself surprised again when the blonde giggled.
“No and I’m drunk,” he replied between giggles, leaning heavily on Jinki.
Jinki felt fire rush threw his veins as the blonde turned his face towards Jinki’s skin and rubbed his nose against Jinki’s shoulder, his eyes closed serenely.
“You smell good. You look really good too,” the blonde mumbled, shifting his weight more towards Jinki. Without thinking, Jinki shifted and moved back, forcing the blonde to fall into his lap. Jonghyun didn’t seem to mind as he laughed and righted himself, putting his hands on Jinki’s shoulders. “Sorry,” he whispered in apology as he leaned into Jinki’s chest.
Jinki felt his mouth go dry as he felt Jonghyun settle his ass on his groin, straddling his legs. The blonde was leaning with his head on Jinki’s collarbone. Unconsciously, Jinki’s hand reached up and he started to drag his fingers through Jonghyun’s wild mane. The blonde purred in response and Jinki felt himself harden to full instantly.
It wasn’t until Jonghyun straightened up and looked him straight in the eyes that Jinki made a move.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the blonde’s. For a moment, they were still, and then Jonghyun moaned and pressed back.
--
Jonghyun didn’t know what he was doing other than the fact that other man was kissing him back. He knew he was drunk, but the way Jinki was thrusting his tongue into Jonghyun’s mouth had the blonde moaning. Jonghyun could already feel his own hands clenched in Jinki’s hair, but the feel of the other man’s hands on his ass made him groan helplessly as he pressed down, desperate for friction.
Jinki moved his head and Jonghyun keened at the loss of the lead singer’s mouth as it trailed down his neck, licking and kissing the thin skin. Jonghyun shuddered and arched more into Jinki as the lead singer began to suck the skin under his ear into his mouth, pulling tight enough to leave a mark. Trailing his hands down Jinki’s neck and to his shoulders, Jonghyun squeezed tightly as Jinki rolled his hips up into his.
“God,” he cried in a broken gasp as Jinki thrust harder against him, his large hands squeezing and kneading Jonghyun’s ass.
The other man seemed to concur as he pressed his lips against Jonghyun’s adam apple and groaned, “Yes. Like that.”
Jonghyun whined again as the lead singer brought one hand off his ass and to his hair, clenching the blonde locks tightly as he forced the assistant’s head down for another kiss. Jonghyun sloppily pressed his lips against Jinki’s, groaning and moaning in between kisses and thrusts of tongue. He caught Jinki’s tongue between his lips and sucked hard, hollowing out his cheeks as much as he could. The other man’s hands grew tight on his body as he groaned in response, grinding hard into Jonghyun.
--
Jinki panted against the blonde’s mouth as they rutted against each other desperately. The blonde was currently sucking on his tongue and Jinki’s brain was short-circuiting at the act. He groaned heavily and squeezed Jonghyun’s ass, rubbing his hands over the smooth leather before reaching underneath it to touch skin. The blonde let out a choked moan at the movement, his head thrown back. Jinki couldn’t help himself and followed the blonde’s movement, pressing his face into the man’s collar and attacking the skin with his lips.
“Oh God,” Jonghyun cried and Jinki couldn’t help the victorious smile that crossed his lips.
“How do you want it, baby?” he crooned, laving his tongue over the skin of Jonghyun’s collarbones.
He pressed a kiss against the hollow of the blonde’s throat before moving further down. Taking a hand off Jonghyun’s ass, Jinki used it to pull the assistant’s shirt aside so he could explore more of the younger man’s chest. The blonde in his lap panted heavily, digging his fingers deep into Jinki’s arms. But Jinki couldn’t care less as he suckled on the skin above Jonghyun’s heart, pulling it tightly between his lips.
“Please, please, please!” the blonde begged frantically, rolling his hips harder into Jinki’s.
Pulling away with a lewd smack of his lips, Jinki took one look at the blonde and made up his mind.
“I’m going to fuck you into the ground, baby,” he swore into Jonghyun’s ear before kissing him desperately.
--
Jonghyun groaned openly as his back hit a door, the handle digging into his spine. His assailant didn’t seem to notice, too busy working his hands under Jonghyun’s shirt. The blonde relented and let Jinki pull the shirt over his head and down his back. Feeling it over his wrists, Jonghyun tried to pull out of it when Jinki’s hand clamped onto his arms and he felt the shirt being wrapped around his wrists, firmly tying his hands to his back.
Jonghyun groaned at the unfairness of the situation as Jinki finished tying the shirt before giving the assistant a smirk.
“Don’t look too sad, baby,” the man crooned at him. “I’ll give you your chance.”
He leaned his weight into the younger man and slid a knee between Jonghyun’s thighs. Jonghyun grunted and spread his legs, settling his crotch on Jinki’s thigh. To the blonde’s surprise, the leader began to circle his leg under Jonghyun’s crotch, making the tension in his pants unbearable.
Jonghyun found himself wanting to tease the other man in retaliation and couldn’t help himself. He tipped his head back and let his eyes fall shut as he moaned wantonly, grinding hard on the man’s thigh. He knew his actions hadn’t been missed as he felt the knee between his legs shift to bring the other man more underneath him.
With a grin of victory, Jonghyun raised himself up to straddle Jinki’s waist. He stretched up high to kiss the leader, using his lips and tongue. Jonghyun pressed every desire, every lustful glance, every need into the kiss; tangling his tongue with Jinki’s, tracing the older man’s teeth with his tongue, and nipping his lips.
Jonghyun broke away from Jinki with a load gasp and moaned against the leader’s lips. “Inside. Now.”
--
Jinki found himself grinning as he watched Jonghyun undulate on the bed, twisting his arms to free his hands from the shirt. Tearing his own shirt from his frame, the leader approached the bed, taking a moment to fumble with his shoes. Jonghyun chuckled as he swore at the docs, ripping them off his feet. With a triumphant growl, he joined the assistant, crawling over him.
“Go ahead and laugh,” he threatened with a smirk. “You’ll be screaming enough later.”
The blonde just tossed his head back as Jinki’s hand settled over his belt, already fiddling with the buckle.
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Jonghyun replied, hands reaching forward to touch Jinki’s bare chest and stomach.
The older man just grinned. Whatever tension had been in the club had disappeared and the banter proved it. The ease at which the assistant seemed to melt in his embrace and the undying erection in his jeans were more than satisfying to Jinki. Grasping the leather jeans tightly, Jinki wrenched them off the blonde’s hips. Before he could touch the newly revealed skin, though, Jonghyun sat up, mouth attacking his chest as his hands made quick work of Jinki’s jeans, forcing them off the rocker’s hips.
The leader had barely a moment to think as Jonghyun forced him down, hands tight on his hips, mouth moving past his stomach.
“Jongh-ah!”
--
Jonghyun couldn’t contain the hum of satisfaction as he took the rocker’s cock deeper into his mouth, sucking hard. The feeling of Jinki’s hands in his hair, the taste of the man’s skin in his mouth, and the heat pooling in his stomach were intoxicating; more so than the multitude of drinks he had consumed at the club. In fact, all the alcohol had done was to get him to embarrass himself on the dance floor. But this, this moment, this action, this encounter, he wanted.
He gave one final suck before pulling away and straddling Jinki. The leader was breathless, eyes dark with lust, hands clenching Jonghyun’s hips tightly. Taking one of Jinki’s hands, Jonghyun brought it to his mouth and began to suck on the man’s fingers. Jinki seemed to almost choke on air as he watched the blonde close his eyes in ecstasy, twirling his tongue around Jinki’s digits.
With one final butterfly kiss to Jinki’s pointer, Jonghyun forced Jinki’s hand to his ass.
The first finger went in easily and the second only made the blonde gasp and rock his hips, settling down further on the digits. He was sweating in earnest now, his hair sticking to his face messily. The torture continued for a few more minutes as the leader took his time to stretch and tease the blonde, rubbing his fingers all around. As soon as Jinki managed to get all four fingers inside, Jonghyun moaned desperately.
“Now,” he gasped achingly.
--
The heat around him was amazing. Jinki groaned openly as he pulled out and sunk again into the wet heat of Jonghyun’s ass. The rocker was steadily fucking the younger man, his pace alternating between slow deep strokes broken up by short quick jabs.
“God,” the blonde moaned, arching his back as he spread his legs even wider, Jinki’s hands moving to grasp his thighs.
The leader pulled Jonghyun’s thighs tight to his own sides until the blonde’s arousal was rubbing against his stomach, leaking nonstop. The younger man groaned brokenly at the feeling, reaching up to grab himself, but Jinki grabbed his hand.
“Not yet, Jonghyun,” he commanded. “I’m going to make you sweat and beg until you have nothing left to give.” The leader leaned down and pressed kisses against the blonde’s sweat soaked skin, tracing circles around the darkened nipples with his tongue. Jinki paused in his thrusting to adjust his weight and then slammed back, ripping a guttural scream from the man beneath him. Smirking, the leader realized he had found the younger man’s sweet spot.
--
Jonghyun felt tears spring to his eyes as Jinki purposely edged on his prostrate before pulling out almost completely. The blonde sobbed openly as he felt the older man rub the tip of his cock around his sphincter teasingly.
“Jinki! Jinki!”
The older man ignored his begging and leaned down, licking and nipping the blonde’s jawline before kissing him brutally. Jonghyun groaned into the kiss, biting back at Jinki’s lips in frustration. He felt the older man pull away from him and opened his eyes pleadingly.
With one final swipe of his tongue on Jonghyun’s throat, the rocker slammed himself back in. This time, the rocker didn’t hesitate and began to pound the blonde’s prostrate. Jonghyun screamed openly at each thrust, his nerves sending lightning up and down his spine. Suddenly, Jonghyun felt Jinki take hold of his cock. A few hard pumps and the blonde tipped over, convulsing-muscles tightening-back arching as he screamed.
The blonde lay still for a moment, eyes still unable to focus as he felt Jinki’s thrusts lose their rhythm. The blonde nearly came again as he felt the man thrust jerkily and then come undone, filling his ass.
Feeling sticky fingers grasp his face, Jonghyun barely focused on Jinki’s face as the man leaned in and kissed him.
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(A/N): I can't. I swear I'm only posting this before I can't revise it anymore. This has been driving me crazy since Christmas and I just... *screams in frustration*
P.S. This was all inspired by Jinki's photoshoot for RoA. Seriously, can someone just tell me that the Korean production was as raunchy as the original American? Lie to me if you have to just so I dream about raunchy Onew? ◕‿◕✿◕‿◕✿