[mini-fic] you learn, onkey
you learn ; onew/key
a/n: i wrote this when twitter wouldn't let me log in and i didn't want to scrape ice off my trunk to get my fic notebook. ultimate laziness, yeeeeeeeeeah. also porn. again. THE NEXT ONE WON'T BE PORN I PROMISE OHOHOHHOHOHO.
It happens like lightning: one minute they're there and shooting for some product again, the next the director is calling for a break and everyone's scattering in the direction of vending machines or the dressing room for quick snacks.
Kibum opens his mouth to ask Jinki if he wants a juicebox but is suddenly cut off by the elder pressing plump lips against his, kissing him fast and hard and wasting no time to lick into his mouth. "I want you."
"Jinki, are you serious, now?" Kibum hisses out. Jinki just lets out a small laugh, dragging the younger boy somewhere down a few corridors, ignoring the curious stares they were getting from coordis. Kibum vaguely hears him make some excuse about needing to help him with a fashion emergency, finally opening a random door and pulling him in.
Instantly both their lips are pressed together, teeth and tongues knocking together and hands skirting up each others' shirts, tweaking nipples. The moment Jinki's hands touch Kibum's belt, however, Kibum pauses and looks up at the other. "Jinki."
"If you're going to back out now, Kibum, it really isn't the time..."
"No. I want to try something different," comes the response as the younger looks around for a steady surface. He finds a small loveseat, dragging him over to it and sitting down. Jinki instantly gets the message and smirks almost shyly, crawling onto the other's lap and letting out a soft moan when their clothed erections touch, deepening it when Kibum bucks his hips up purposefully and grinds slowly. "F-fuck, Kibum."
The only sound is the zipper being undone as Kibum carefully works both of their jeans undone, pausing when he feels something in the pocket. "...seriously, Jinki? You keep lube in your pants?"
Jinki rolls his eyes and Kibum just chuckles, rolling their hips together again just to see the wave of pleasure escape from Jinki's face. Kibum carefully slicks up a finger and reaches behind Jinki, making their lips meet again and licking inside his mouth again to ease some of the pain. A hiss and moan are swallowed up by Kibum's lips, Jinki's thighs already beginning to quiver in want.
"S-shit, K-Kibum," comes the moan as he tries to relax his body, tensing again when Kibum slips another finger into him, crooking and scissoring them. Jinki bites his lip and leans backwards as he rocks into the touches, fucking himself on Kibum's fingers.
A few moments later Kibum pulls them out, slicking his member up with lubricant and looking at the other. Jinki nods and Kibum carefully pushes in, relishing in the hiss of pained pleasure the leader's letting out.
But then they sync and it's blissful; a pleasured moan escaping both of them as Jinki presses his forehead against Kibum's. "Don't hold back."
Kibum obeys, placing a hand on Jinki's thighs and skimming his nails up and down as Jinki slowly rises up and thrusts back down, taking a few moments to set a pace both men can keep up with. Soon this proves to be too burdensome and Kibum's resorting to fucking him as fast as he can; Jinki rolling his hips and letting the other swallow his moans and whimpers with swollen lips.
Suddenly Kibum pulls out and spreads one of Jinki's legs and thrusts into him sharply to his his prostate dead-on, not even bothering to swallow the rather loud and raunchy moan Jinki let out. Almost hesitantly, Kibum takes a hold of the heavy cock in front of him, watching how Jinki's body twitched and bucked into his touch, beginning to jerk him off with the speed of his thrusts, listening to the other's vocals and hissing when he feels fingernails scrape on his stomach and thighs; really anywhere Jinki can touch and claim.
He's not sure what comes over him but Kibum trails his free hand up to the other's hair, yanking Jinki down in another sloppy kiss and wincing as the angle change has Jinki running hands up Kibum's sides, digging hard to leave crescent marks. "You're so hot like this, Jinki. Riding me like your life depends on it." Jinki lets out a whimper when he feels Kibum cup one of his balls and lean forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, feeling white-hot pleasure scorch through his body.
It's surprisingly at this that Jinki finally comes, letting Kibum stroke him through his orgasm as he rolls his hips lazily a few more times, finally pressing lips against Kibum's ear. A bite is all it takes to set Kibum off; the leader letting out a hiss as warm cum fills his oversensitive body.
They clean each other up and head back to the filming room (Jinki with a bit of a limp and Kibum smirking), ignoring the fretting of the coordi at the state of their dress. "It's my turn next time," Jinki complains as one's breaking out the straightening iron, and Kibum just laughs with a hidden undertone that Jinki luckily picks up.
a/n: i wrote this when twitter wouldn't let me log in and i didn't want to scrape ice off my trunk to get my fic notebook. ultimate laziness, yeeeeeeeeeah. also porn. again. THE NEXT ONE WON'T BE PORN I PROMISE OHOHOHHOHOHO.
It happens like lightning: one minute they're there and shooting for some product again, the next the director is calling for a break and everyone's scattering in the direction of vending machines or the dressing room for quick snacks.
Kibum opens his mouth to ask Jinki if he wants a juicebox but is suddenly cut off by the elder pressing plump lips against his, kissing him fast and hard and wasting no time to lick into his mouth. "I want you."
"Jinki, are you serious, now?" Kibum hisses out. Jinki just lets out a small laugh, dragging the younger boy somewhere down a few corridors, ignoring the curious stares they were getting from coordis. Kibum vaguely hears him make some excuse about needing to help him with a fashion emergency, finally opening a random door and pulling him in.
Instantly both their lips are pressed together, teeth and tongues knocking together and hands skirting up each others' shirts, tweaking nipples. The moment Jinki's hands touch Kibum's belt, however, Kibum pauses and looks up at the other. "Jinki."
"If you're going to back out now, Kibum, it really isn't the time..."
"No. I want to try something different," comes the response as the younger looks around for a steady surface. He finds a small loveseat, dragging him over to it and sitting down. Jinki instantly gets the message and smirks almost shyly, crawling onto the other's lap and letting out a soft moan when their clothed erections touch, deepening it when Kibum bucks his hips up purposefully and grinds slowly. "F-fuck, Kibum."
The only sound is the zipper being undone as Kibum carefully works both of their jeans undone, pausing when he feels something in the pocket. "...seriously, Jinki? You keep lube in your pants?"
Jinki rolls his eyes and Kibum just chuckles, rolling their hips together again just to see the wave of pleasure escape from Jinki's face. Kibum carefully slicks up a finger and reaches behind Jinki, making their lips meet again and licking inside his mouth again to ease some of the pain. A hiss and moan are swallowed up by Kibum's lips, Jinki's thighs already beginning to quiver in want.
"S-shit, K-Kibum," comes the moan as he tries to relax his body, tensing again when Kibum slips another finger into him, crooking and scissoring them. Jinki bites his lip and leans backwards as he rocks into the touches, fucking himself on Kibum's fingers.
A few moments later Kibum pulls them out, slicking his member up with lubricant and looking at the other. Jinki nods and Kibum carefully pushes in, relishing in the hiss of pained pleasure the leader's letting out.
But then they sync and it's blissful; a pleasured moan escaping both of them as Jinki presses his forehead against Kibum's. "Don't hold back."
Kibum obeys, placing a hand on Jinki's thighs and skimming his nails up and down as Jinki slowly rises up and thrusts back down, taking a few moments to set a pace both men can keep up with. Soon this proves to be too burdensome and Kibum's resorting to fucking him as fast as he can; Jinki rolling his hips and letting the other swallow his moans and whimpers with swollen lips.
Suddenly Kibum pulls out and spreads one of Jinki's legs and thrusts into him sharply to his his prostate dead-on, not even bothering to swallow the rather loud and raunchy moan Jinki let out. Almost hesitantly, Kibum takes a hold of the heavy cock in front of him, watching how Jinki's body twitched and bucked into his touch, beginning to jerk him off with the speed of his thrusts, listening to the other's vocals and hissing when he feels fingernails scrape on his stomach and thighs; really anywhere Jinki can touch and claim.
He's not sure what comes over him but Kibum trails his free hand up to the other's hair, yanking Jinki down in another sloppy kiss and wincing as the angle change has Jinki running hands up Kibum's sides, digging hard to leave crescent marks. "You're so hot like this, Jinki. Riding me like your life depends on it." Jinki lets out a whimper when he feels Kibum cup one of his balls and lean forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, feeling white-hot pleasure scorch through his body.
It's surprisingly at this that Jinki finally comes, letting Kibum stroke him through his orgasm as he rolls his hips lazily a few more times, finally pressing lips against Kibum's ear. A bite is all it takes to set Kibum off; the leader letting out a hiss as warm cum fills his oversensitive body.
They clean each other up and head back to the filming room (Jinki with a bit of a limp and Kibum smirking), ignoring the fretting of the coordi at the state of their dress. "It's my turn next time," Jinki complains as one's breaking out the straightening iron, and Kibum just laughs with a hidden undertone that Jinki luckily picks up.