Title: Artificial Strawberry Flavoring
Pairing: Xiuchen/Chenmin
Rating: NC-17/M
Warning: Semi-public?, blowjob
A/N: inspired by their Men's Health photoshoot, just because....Chen's picture kinda...screamed "give me a blowjob now." to me...idek.
“W-Wait Minseok hyung...we shouldn't...” Jongdae mumbles half-heartedly as he gets shoved into one of the cramp changing rooms by Minseok, who already somehow ripped off his flower ringlet around his neck, dropping them haphazardly on to the floor. He lets a gasp slip out of his parted lips when Minseok pins him to the door, after making sure it was locked, claiming his lips. Minseok's teeth teases on his lower lip, tongue poking out to trace the contour of his lips, lightly nudging at his lips to pry them apart, before sliding his own tongue pass Jongdae’s lips into the hot cavern.
His kisses taste like artificial strawberry flavouring from the bubble gum he was chewing on during the photo shoot, Jongdae thinks at the back of his mind, as their tongues brushed, sending shivers down his spine and blood rushing southwards. "Hyung stop...w-we don’t have time..." Jongdae tries to reason against Minseok's lips as legs slid between his, groaning when a knee presses up against the tent of his currently way too tight leather pants, trapping his body between Minseok’s body and the door.
"You say stop, but your body is so honest and reacting to my touches." Minseok whispers huskily, which sends a shudder rippling through his body, earning him a gasp from the latter when Minseok finally releases his grip on Jongdae's wrists, his fingers digs into the dent of Jongdae's exposed hips. Oh fuck it, Kris, Lu Han and Tao still has to take their pictures, Jongdae somehow manages to formulate in his brain. The younger's fingers curls into a fist around a bunch of fabric from the front of Minseok's shirt, letting a groan escape from the back of his throat when Minseok's knee shifts a little, rubbing at his prominent bulge. A gasp for air from the younger breaks them apart.
The elder kisses up his jawline, wet and sloppy, nipping at the dent of his jaw none too gently, rewarding him with strings of moans and half spoken words. His thumb strokes the exposed hipbone, dipping just below the hem of the leather pants, causing a high pitch keen to spill from the latter. Jongdae's head jerks to the side when he feels Minseok's teeth scrape his hollow of his neck, teeth nibbling at a patch of skin then lips sucking at it hard enough to leave a dark bruise. His fingers grips hard on Minseok's shoulders as if to release some sort of tension, his hips slowly rocking against Minseok's thigh, relieving the pent up sexual frustrations.
Minseok's free hand hikes Jongdae's too short black t-shirt, pass his nipples, to reveal the younger's soft skin, bunching the excess cloth in his fist before pressing it at Jongdae's lips to let the latter bite on it. "You gotta be quiet Jongdae ah..." Minseok teases huskily into his ear, lips brushing at the shell of his ear, hand setting his nerves aflame. "Unless you want to be caught." he continues, tongue darting out to almost flick Jongdae's sensitive ears, feeling the younger shudder at his ministrations.
More bite marks and hickeys are left before Minseok's lips moves to map out the expanse of Jongdae's chest, lips littering wet kisses as his lips made its way down, stopping at the dusky pert nipple to curl his tongue around it. Jongdae whimpers around the fabric, back arching against the wet tongue as Minseok flicks his tongue at the nub, feeling either one of Minseok's hand teasing his other nipple.
"Minseok hyung..." Jongdae muffled a moan through the fabric, hips bucking at Minseok's hand, that was on his hipbone just a second ago, as it run down to his crotch before feeling those fingers cup his erection, thumb trailing up and down the tent of his pants. Minseok swiftly unbuttons and unzips Jongdae's pesky leather pants, he swears the stylist noonas just hates him and just decides to use Jongdae to sexually frustrate him, fingers pushing past the band of Jongdae's underwear, taking Jongdae's heavy arousal into his hand.
The latter muffles a mixture of curses and sighs at the contact of skin as he squeezes Minseok's shoulder tightly, head thrashes back, eyes flutters shut in sheer pleasure. "Ngh...Minseok ah..." Jongdae moans, high pitched and somehow still coherent around the mouthful of fabric, feeling his teeth clash, when Minseok pulls at his erection before pumping it at a slow pace, wishing he could rub away the annoyingly sexy smirk Minseok has on when he asks Jongdae if he still wants him to stop.
The hand from his chest moves down the length of his side, to grab his ass, fingers kneading at it. "You look so fucking sexy, practically hinting all the readers to give you head with your poses." Minseok says, mouthing at a sensitive spot just behind Jongdae's right ear, as his nimble fingers strokes Jongdae's arousal, thumb teasing Jongdae's sensitive tip, causing the latter to arch his back almost gracefully off the wall, teeth releasing its hold on the fabric, letting it fall back to its original position, as he lets out a growl.
Minseok, Minseok, Minseok Jongdae chants over and over again as Minseok's hand picks up the pace, fingernails lightly scraping the skin of Jongdae's erection. He watches with half lidded eyes as Minseok gets down on his knees, Minseok's hands moving to the front of his pants and underwear to lower them till they're at his thighs, hissing at the sudden intrusion of cool air.
His eyes followed Minseok's movements as Minseok strategically litters his skin with butterfly kisses, kissing his stomach, thighs, hip bone, everywhere that wasn't his aching and leaking member. "Hyung...stop teasing..." he whines and squirms under him. Minseok simply smirks at him, curling his fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him with long, languid strokes. Shudders rips through his body with anticipation and at the contact, Minseok’s thumb rubs teasingly at his leaking tip before smearing pre-cum over his length, watching Minseok, who was now leaning closer with his lips ghosting over Jongdae's arousal, with lustful eyes.
“Oh fuck...S-Seok...” Jongdae whimpers and writhes, breath hitching, lungs heaving for much needed air, Minseok giving him an almost sadistic smirk, brushing his lips against the length of Jongdae’s shaft. Lips danced skittishly across his heated skin, tongue nudges past the parted lips, darting out to flick across his skin, Jongdae’s cock twitched at the action, receiving a chuckle from the older male. “Do something...” Jongdae whines between pants.
Eyes flutters shut, body lurches forward and tense involuntarily when Minseok’s tongue trails up and down his shaft, licking a spot just under his leaking head, drawing a breathy groan from Jongdae. Fingers tangling themselves in Minseok’s set hair, ignoring the stickiness from the hairspray and whatever other hair products that was layered in that mop of hair, tugging at the fistful of hair, rewarding him with a low groan. Jongdae quivers and his head lulls to the side to catch a glimpse of the dancer’s tongue as it flicks across his tip, making his hips snap involuntarily, bumping his erection at Minseok’s parted lips.
Jongdae’s hand clapped over his mouth when Minseok finally takes Jongdae’s heavy arousal into his own mouth, repressing any sort of incoherent noises he was making. The dancer exhales through his nose, feeling the pleasurable weight against his tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was smeared on the arousal. The slick muscle swirling against the skin as he sucks on the tip, before taking more Jongdae's arousal into his mouth, relaxing his throat to accommodate more.
Minseok hikes one of Jongdae's trembling legs on to his shoulder, tilting his head to take Jongdae into his mouth till Jongdae's tip reaches the back of his throat, causing him to gag slightly. Jongdae's eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he lets out a choked groan, cock throbbing and twitching when he feels Minseok's throat close around him. His fingers pulled at the handful of hair as his body jerks when Minseok starts to deepthroat him at a steady pace, Minseok's hand closing around the remainder of cock, pumping it with one fluid movement. His hips rolled for more, thrusting into Minseok’s hot mouth, saliva dripping on to the face of his palm from his parted lips. Minseok’s free hand settling on Jongdae’s hipbone, squeezing at it to stop him from thrusting too hard, his head bobbing up and down at a faster pace, cheeks hollowing to increase the pressure.
The younger hisses through his teeth, yanking at Minseok’s hair roughly, breath hitching when he feels Minseok’s tongue roll against his throbbing vein at the underside of his cock, then flicking at his tip as Minseok sucks hard around his cock. He comes apart under Minseok abruptly when Minseok’s looks up at him, face flushed, hair dishevelled, and does the said male something with his tongue and wrist at the same time, causing him to let out a broken Minseok from the back of his throat as he spills his seeds into Minseok’s awaiting mouth, muscles taut, body twitching as he succumbs in pleasure.
Minseok swallows his load, coughing slightly at the after taste that lingered in his mouth, wiping off the remaining cum at the corner of his lips with the back of his palm, watching Jongdae’s chest heave for air, coming down from his high. He tucks Jongdae back into those rather illegal tight leather pants before carefully removing Jongdae’s leg from his now-aching shoulder, standing back up on his feet. The latter gives him a dazed smile, wrapping his arms around Minseok’s neck to pull him in for a chaste kiss, tasting a mixture of himself and artificial strawberry flavourings on Minseok’s swollen lips.
Even before the kiss could get heated, someone banged on the door hard, causing them to pull apart. “Yah, are you guys done? I need to change out of this.” Yixing shouts through the door, wincing at the stickiness of his skin due to the melted ice cream from the photoshoot. Minseok frowns, rewarding a giggle from Jongdae.
“I’ll make sure to repay you.” Jongdae whisper into his ears, lightly patting his bum as he leads both of them out of the changing room after adjusting that stupid flower ringlet around his neck.
--End--
Pairing: Xiuchen/Chenmin
Rating: NC-17/M
Warning: Semi-public?, blowjob
A/N: inspired by their Men's Health photoshoot, just because....Chen's picture kinda...screamed "give me a blowjob now." to me...idek.
“W-Wait Minseok hyung...we shouldn't...” Jongdae mumbles half-heartedly as he gets shoved into one of the cramp changing rooms by Minseok, who already somehow ripped off his flower ringlet around his neck, dropping them haphazardly on to the floor. He lets a gasp slip out of his parted lips when Minseok pins him to the door, after making sure it was locked, claiming his lips. Minseok's teeth teases on his lower lip, tongue poking out to trace the contour of his lips, lightly nudging at his lips to pry them apart, before sliding his own tongue pass Jongdae’s lips into the hot cavern.
His kisses taste like artificial strawberry flavouring from the bubble gum he was chewing on during the photo shoot, Jongdae thinks at the back of his mind, as their tongues brushed, sending shivers down his spine and blood rushing southwards. "Hyung stop...w-we don’t have time..." Jongdae tries to reason against Minseok's lips as legs slid between his, groaning when a knee presses up against the tent of his currently way too tight leather pants, trapping his body between Minseok’s body and the door.
"You say stop, but your body is so honest and reacting to my touches." Minseok whispers huskily, which sends a shudder rippling through his body, earning him a gasp from the latter when Minseok finally releases his grip on Jongdae's wrists, his fingers digs into the dent of Jongdae's exposed hips. Oh fuck it, Kris, Lu Han and Tao still has to take their pictures, Jongdae somehow manages to formulate in his brain. The younger's fingers curls into a fist around a bunch of fabric from the front of Minseok's shirt, letting a groan escape from the back of his throat when Minseok's knee shifts a little, rubbing at his prominent bulge. A gasp for air from the younger breaks them apart.
The elder kisses up his jawline, wet and sloppy, nipping at the dent of his jaw none too gently, rewarding him with strings of moans and half spoken words. His thumb strokes the exposed hipbone, dipping just below the hem of the leather pants, causing a high pitch keen to spill from the latter. Jongdae's head jerks to the side when he feels Minseok's teeth scrape his hollow of his neck, teeth nibbling at a patch of skin then lips sucking at it hard enough to leave a dark bruise. His fingers grips hard on Minseok's shoulders as if to release some sort of tension, his hips slowly rocking against Minseok's thigh, relieving the pent up sexual frustrations.
Minseok's free hand hikes Jongdae's too short black t-shirt, pass his nipples, to reveal the younger's soft skin, bunching the excess cloth in his fist before pressing it at Jongdae's lips to let the latter bite on it. "You gotta be quiet Jongdae ah..." Minseok teases huskily into his ear, lips brushing at the shell of his ear, hand setting his nerves aflame. "Unless you want to be caught." he continues, tongue darting out to almost flick Jongdae's sensitive ears, feeling the younger shudder at his ministrations.
More bite marks and hickeys are left before Minseok's lips moves to map out the expanse of Jongdae's chest, lips littering wet kisses as his lips made its way down, stopping at the dusky pert nipple to curl his tongue around it. Jongdae whimpers around the fabric, back arching against the wet tongue as Minseok flicks his tongue at the nub, feeling either one of Minseok's hand teasing his other nipple.
"Minseok hyung..." Jongdae muffled a moan through the fabric, hips bucking at Minseok's hand, that was on his hipbone just a second ago, as it run down to his crotch before feeling those fingers cup his erection, thumb trailing up and down the tent of his pants. Minseok swiftly unbuttons and unzips Jongdae's pesky leather pants, he swears the stylist noonas just hates him and just decides to use Jongdae to sexually frustrate him, fingers pushing past the band of Jongdae's underwear, taking Jongdae's heavy arousal into his hand.
The latter muffles a mixture of curses and sighs at the contact of skin as he squeezes Minseok's shoulder tightly, head thrashes back, eyes flutters shut in sheer pleasure. "Ngh...Minseok ah..." Jongdae moans, high pitched and somehow still coherent around the mouthful of fabric, feeling his teeth clash, when Minseok pulls at his erection before pumping it at a slow pace, wishing he could rub away the annoyingly sexy smirk Minseok has on when he asks Jongdae if he still wants him to stop.
The hand from his chest moves down the length of his side, to grab his ass, fingers kneading at it. "You look so fucking sexy, practically hinting all the readers to give you head with your poses." Minseok says, mouthing at a sensitive spot just behind Jongdae's right ear, as his nimble fingers strokes Jongdae's arousal, thumb teasing Jongdae's sensitive tip, causing the latter to arch his back almost gracefully off the wall, teeth releasing its hold on the fabric, letting it fall back to its original position, as he lets out a growl.
Minseok, Minseok, Minseok Jongdae chants over and over again as Minseok's hand picks up the pace, fingernails lightly scraping the skin of Jongdae's erection. He watches with half lidded eyes as Minseok gets down on his knees, Minseok's hands moving to the front of his pants and underwear to lower them till they're at his thighs, hissing at the sudden intrusion of cool air.
His eyes followed Minseok's movements as Minseok strategically litters his skin with butterfly kisses, kissing his stomach, thighs, hip bone, everywhere that wasn't his aching and leaking member. "Hyung...stop teasing..." he whines and squirms under him. Minseok simply smirks at him, curling his fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him with long, languid strokes. Shudders rips through his body with anticipation and at the contact, Minseok’s thumb rubs teasingly at his leaking tip before smearing pre-cum over his length, watching Minseok, who was now leaning closer with his lips ghosting over Jongdae's arousal, with lustful eyes.
“Oh fuck...S-Seok...” Jongdae whimpers and writhes, breath hitching, lungs heaving for much needed air, Minseok giving him an almost sadistic smirk, brushing his lips against the length of Jongdae’s shaft. Lips danced skittishly across his heated skin, tongue nudges past the parted lips, darting out to flick across his skin, Jongdae’s cock twitched at the action, receiving a chuckle from the older male. “Do something...” Jongdae whines between pants.
Eyes flutters shut, body lurches forward and tense involuntarily when Minseok’s tongue trails up and down his shaft, licking a spot just under his leaking head, drawing a breathy groan from Jongdae. Fingers tangling themselves in Minseok’s set hair, ignoring the stickiness from the hairspray and whatever other hair products that was layered in that mop of hair, tugging at the fistful of hair, rewarding him with a low groan. Jongdae quivers and his head lulls to the side to catch a glimpse of the dancer’s tongue as it flicks across his tip, making his hips snap involuntarily, bumping his erection at Minseok’s parted lips.
Jongdae’s hand clapped over his mouth when Minseok finally takes Jongdae’s heavy arousal into his own mouth, repressing any sort of incoherent noises he was making. The dancer exhales through his nose, feeling the pleasurable weight against his tongue, tasting the pre-cum that was smeared on the arousal. The slick muscle swirling against the skin as he sucks on the tip, before taking more Jongdae's arousal into his mouth, relaxing his throat to accommodate more.
Minseok hikes one of Jongdae's trembling legs on to his shoulder, tilting his head to take Jongdae into his mouth till Jongdae's tip reaches the back of his throat, causing him to gag slightly. Jongdae's eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he lets out a choked groan, cock throbbing and twitching when he feels Minseok's throat close around him. His fingers pulled at the handful of hair as his body jerks when Minseok starts to deepthroat him at a steady pace, Minseok's hand closing around the remainder of cock, pumping it with one fluid movement. His hips rolled for more, thrusting into Minseok’s hot mouth, saliva dripping on to the face of his palm from his parted lips. Minseok’s free hand settling on Jongdae’s hipbone, squeezing at it to stop him from thrusting too hard, his head bobbing up and down at a faster pace, cheeks hollowing to increase the pressure.
The younger hisses through his teeth, yanking at Minseok’s hair roughly, breath hitching when he feels Minseok’s tongue roll against his throbbing vein at the underside of his cock, then flicking at his tip as Minseok sucks hard around his cock. He comes apart under Minseok abruptly when Minseok’s looks up at him, face flushed, hair dishevelled, and does the said male something with his tongue and wrist at the same time, causing him to let out a broken Minseok from the back of his throat as he spills his seeds into Minseok’s awaiting mouth, muscles taut, body twitching as he succumbs in pleasure.
Minseok swallows his load, coughing slightly at the after taste that lingered in his mouth, wiping off the remaining cum at the corner of his lips with the back of his palm, watching Jongdae’s chest heave for air, coming down from his high. He tucks Jongdae back into those rather illegal tight leather pants before carefully removing Jongdae’s leg from his now-aching shoulder, standing back up on his feet. The latter gives him a dazed smile, wrapping his arms around Minseok’s neck to pull him in for a chaste kiss, tasting a mixture of himself and artificial strawberry flavourings on Minseok’s swollen lips.
Even before the kiss could get heated, someone banged on the door hard, causing them to pull apart. “Yah, are you guys done? I need to change out of this.” Yixing shouts through the door, wincing at the stickiness of his skin due to the melted ice cream from the photoshoot. Minseok frowns, rewarding a giggle from Jongdae.
“I’ll make sure to repay you.” Jongdae whisper into his ears, lightly patting his bum as he leads both of them out of the changing room after adjusting that stupid flower ringlet around his neck.
--End--