celebration ; onew/2pm
celebration; onew/2pm (junsu, junho, wooyoung, chansung)
a/n: ok this is quick & rough, but it's for kinamona b/c she's amajjing ♥
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Jinki always knew that 2PM was...well, different (and it wasn't because of the age gap, or the no leader, or whatever the surface happened to be), but he had no idea that their definitions of different were so drastic from his own, and the whole of SHINee.
Taecyeon had called him earlier, sometime between their surprising stage win and the transition to their van, telling him to go backstage because they wanted to congradulate him. He's about to ask why it can't wait since he has rehersals for Rock of Ages tomorrow and he still has to make sure Taemin's homework's done; but the older male's gone before he can even get one word out.
And so he bothers to actually take that offer up, ushering his bandmates out into their van and telling manager where he'll be, making sure everything was settled (Taemin had long fallen asleep in Key's lap), heading back into the building and past a few doorways, stepping into the one Taecyeon said they'd be in.
Hands are placed gently on his shoulders; and he recognizes them as Junho's (or were they Junsu's?); finding himself smiling and leaning into the touch. The hands are softly massaging his shoulders, taking the stress out, before he feels himself being lead to a plush chair and being ushered to sit down.
"You've had a long day," says the voice; and this he recognizes as Junho. Jinki lets out a sigh of appreciation as Junho's hands skim over his shoulders, relieving them of any tension.
He's cut off as he feels another pair of hands skim across his stomach, trailing up his sides and pressing harder, eyes opening to see Junsu smiling warmly up at him. "So just relax, and let us take care of you."
Jinki can only nod as a third set of hands find their way to his thighs, running them up and down and seemign to massage those knots out too. Inwardly, the leader wonders just how many knots he has from everything.
It's going perfect - Junho working on his shoulders, Junsu massaging his stomach and arms, Wooyoung (as he notices a moment later) massaging his thighs - until yet another hand slides its way between his thighs and cups his groin gently; and he stiffens.
"Surprisingly, you get stress here too," comes the sensual purr, and Jinki feels it course through his body, right down to the tips of his toes.
"So you should relieve it, more often than not," comes another whisper right by his ear, followed by a soft nip to his lobe, if only to hear the surprised hitch in breath. "We mean it. Let us take care of you tonight."
"After all, you won," yet another voice pipes in between his legs, leaning forward and openly nuzzling his crotch; and Jinki looks down to catch Chansung's feral smile and biting back a moan and the urge to shove the makane into his crotch right there and then.
Junho's kissing him then, slow and hesitant at first until Jinki responds with equal shyness while Junsu presses soft teasing kisses on his stomach, sliding his shirt up and off, pausing to stare at Jinki's abs.
"You could fit right in with us," comes the cheeky comment, causing Jinki to bite back a chuckle at that; but the chuckle quickly turns into a strangled moan when he feels Junsu's mouth latch onto a nipple and start teasing it with his tongue.
Jinki hears slight squabbling between his legs and he opens an eye, seeing Wooyoung and Chansung snipping at each other; before Chansung crinkles his nose and pushes Wooyoung out of the way, going straight for Jinki's zipper.
"W-wait a minute," he cries; but Chansung isn't having any of that as he undoes the leader's belt, unzipping and unbuttoning Jinki's pants in one smooth motion, instantly tugging them down and pressing his face directly into his crotch.
Jinki stares in wonder and awe at how he was able to do that so quickly and flawlessly, but a tweak to his nipple from one of the Jun brothers brings him back to the reality in front of him. A soft moan escapes from Jinki's throat as he feels Chansung's tongue gently lick Jinki through his boxers, saliva clinging to the wet fabric. He's unsure of really how to feel when he feels another warm and wet mouth engulf his length through his boxers, something that sounds like "Share" being spoken around flesh.
"It's easier if you kneel," Junsu suggests helpfully, easing Jinki from the chair onto the floor in a kneeling position, pressing Jinki's bare back flush against his chest. Jinki's taken aback by the new position, but quickly loses himself when he feels Junho trail soft biting kisses down the nape of his neck; careful to not leave hickeys.
The crash to reality hits again when he feels one of them slide his boxers off and a tongue immediaetly wrap itself around the freed member, taking no time to deepthroat it.
"Slow down, Chansung," comes Junho's voice from somewhere near Jinki's ear, "it's not a banana."
Chansung mumbles something that causes vibrations around Jinki's cock and he bucks even deeper into the wet heat, eyes fluttering shut as he feels hands travel up his chest and pinch his nipples again, the moan he let out being immediately covered by Junsu's mouth.
"Not too loud; staff are still around."
He nods, understanding the need to be quiet, however hard it was. Chansung releases his length with a wet pop, licking his lips rather happily. "Wooyoungie, you should taste, it's amazing."
Before Jinki can even react, Wooyoung's mouth is instantly on him, not even caring that Chansung was there a moment ago (if anything, it seemed to spur him on to deepthroat him even more); biting back the urge to scream when he felt the makane rolling his balls in one hand while his free hand stroked his own length.
He's taken aback when he feels slick fingers probing his entrance, immediately relaxing into the touch, taking a light note of Junsu's chuckle at how eager his body seemed.
"Fuck, Junho, he's still tight."
Jinki can only whimper as he feels two more fingers slide in with Junsu's two; bucking into Wooyoung or Chansung's hot mouth (somewhere he got lost between them), the sounds of slurping and skin on skin echoing all over his mind and perminantly digging into his brain.
Thighs quivering, Junho finally decides to slam into him, wasting no time in finding his prostate and hitting it repeatidly, Junsu drinking up Jinki's pleasured whimpers gladly.
Within a few moments that feels like an eternity, he comes with a shaking and shuddering sigh, body tightening and loosening; and it's this motion that sets Junho's orgasm off as well, riding it out with a deeper thrust into Jinki and biting his lobe gently. Junsu releases a beat after him on Jinki's chest (and secretly, he finds he rather enjoys that), and he's taken aback when he feels warm liquid spill on his thighs twice, looking down and seeing Chansung with a slightly embarassed (but somehow with that cocky confidence Jinki knew he possessed) smirk, licking his lips.
"I didn't get any," comes Wooyoung's pout, and Jinki just falls back onto Junho's chest, groaning and panting heavily.
Jinki gave them a weak smile, pausing as he realized something - "Where are Taecyeon and Nichkhun-hyung?"
Junsu smiles as he reaches down to wipe cum off one of Jinki's nipples, rubbing it like it was a form of body oil and smiling thoughtfully. "They'll be back."
"And then you'll get a real celebration," Junho finishes, matching his smile with that of his other bandmates, sending a shudder through Jinki's body.
a/n: ok this is quick & rough, but it's for kinamona b/c she's amajjing ♥
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Jinki always knew that 2PM was...well, different (and it wasn't because of the age gap, or the no leader, or whatever the surface happened to be), but he had no idea that their definitions of different were so drastic from his own, and the whole of SHINee.
Taecyeon had called him earlier, sometime between their surprising stage win and the transition to their van, telling him to go backstage because they wanted to congradulate him. He's about to ask why it can't wait since he has rehersals for Rock of Ages tomorrow and he still has to make sure Taemin's homework's done; but the older male's gone before he can even get one word out.
And so he bothers to actually take that offer up, ushering his bandmates out into their van and telling manager where he'll be, making sure everything was settled (Taemin had long fallen asleep in Key's lap), heading back into the building and past a few doorways, stepping into the one Taecyeon said they'd be in.
Hands are placed gently on his shoulders; and he recognizes them as Junho's (or were they Junsu's?); finding himself smiling and leaning into the touch. The hands are softly massaging his shoulders, taking the stress out, before he feels himself being lead to a plush chair and being ushered to sit down.
"You've had a long day," says the voice; and this he recognizes as Junho. Jinki lets out a sigh of appreciation as Junho's hands skim over his shoulders, relieving them of any tension.
He's cut off as he feels another pair of hands skim across his stomach, trailing up his sides and pressing harder, eyes opening to see Junsu smiling warmly up at him. "So just relax, and let us take care of you."
Jinki can only nod as a third set of hands find their way to his thighs, running them up and down and seemign to massage those knots out too. Inwardly, the leader wonders just how many knots he has from everything.
It's going perfect - Junho working on his shoulders, Junsu massaging his stomach and arms, Wooyoung (as he notices a moment later) massaging his thighs - until yet another hand slides its way between his thighs and cups his groin gently; and he stiffens.
"Surprisingly, you get stress here too," comes the sensual purr, and Jinki feels it course through his body, right down to the tips of his toes.
"So you should relieve it, more often than not," comes another whisper right by his ear, followed by a soft nip to his lobe, if only to hear the surprised hitch in breath. "We mean it. Let us take care of you tonight."
"After all, you won," yet another voice pipes in between his legs, leaning forward and openly nuzzling his crotch; and Jinki looks down to catch Chansung's feral smile and biting back a moan and the urge to shove the makane into his crotch right there and then.
Junho's kissing him then, slow and hesitant at first until Jinki responds with equal shyness while Junsu presses soft teasing kisses on his stomach, sliding his shirt up and off, pausing to stare at Jinki's abs.
"You could fit right in with us," comes the cheeky comment, causing Jinki to bite back a chuckle at that; but the chuckle quickly turns into a strangled moan when he feels Junsu's mouth latch onto a nipple and start teasing it with his tongue.
Jinki hears slight squabbling between his legs and he opens an eye, seeing Wooyoung and Chansung snipping at each other; before Chansung crinkles his nose and pushes Wooyoung out of the way, going straight for Jinki's zipper.
"W-wait a minute," he cries; but Chansung isn't having any of that as he undoes the leader's belt, unzipping and unbuttoning Jinki's pants in one smooth motion, instantly tugging them down and pressing his face directly into his crotch.
Jinki stares in wonder and awe at how he was able to do that so quickly and flawlessly, but a tweak to his nipple from one of the Jun brothers brings him back to the reality in front of him. A soft moan escapes from Jinki's throat as he feels Chansung's tongue gently lick Jinki through his boxers, saliva clinging to the wet fabric. He's unsure of really how to feel when he feels another warm and wet mouth engulf his length through his boxers, something that sounds like "Share" being spoken around flesh.
"It's easier if you kneel," Junsu suggests helpfully, easing Jinki from the chair onto the floor in a kneeling position, pressing Jinki's bare back flush against his chest. Jinki's taken aback by the new position, but quickly loses himself when he feels Junho trail soft biting kisses down the nape of his neck; careful to not leave hickeys.
The crash to reality hits again when he feels one of them slide his boxers off and a tongue immediaetly wrap itself around the freed member, taking no time to deepthroat it.
"Slow down, Chansung," comes Junho's voice from somewhere near Jinki's ear, "it's not a banana."
Chansung mumbles something that causes vibrations around Jinki's cock and he bucks even deeper into the wet heat, eyes fluttering shut as he feels hands travel up his chest and pinch his nipples again, the moan he let out being immediately covered by Junsu's mouth.
"Not too loud; staff are still around."
He nods, understanding the need to be quiet, however hard it was. Chansung releases his length with a wet pop, licking his lips rather happily. "Wooyoungie, you should taste, it's amazing."
Before Jinki can even react, Wooyoung's mouth is instantly on him, not even caring that Chansung was there a moment ago (if anything, it seemed to spur him on to deepthroat him even more); biting back the urge to scream when he felt the makane rolling his balls in one hand while his free hand stroked his own length.
He's taken aback when he feels slick fingers probing his entrance, immediately relaxing into the touch, taking a light note of Junsu's chuckle at how eager his body seemed.
"Fuck, Junho, he's still tight."
Jinki can only whimper as he feels two more fingers slide in with Junsu's two; bucking into Wooyoung or Chansung's hot mouth (somewhere he got lost between them), the sounds of slurping and skin on skin echoing all over his mind and perminantly digging into his brain.
Thighs quivering, Junho finally decides to slam into him, wasting no time in finding his prostate and hitting it repeatidly, Junsu drinking up Jinki's pleasured whimpers gladly.
Within a few moments that feels like an eternity, he comes with a shaking and shuddering sigh, body tightening and loosening; and it's this motion that sets Junho's orgasm off as well, riding it out with a deeper thrust into Jinki and biting his lobe gently. Junsu releases a beat after him on Jinki's chest (and secretly, he finds he rather enjoys that), and he's taken aback when he feels warm liquid spill on his thighs twice, looking down and seeing Chansung with a slightly embarassed (but somehow with that cocky confidence Jinki knew he possessed) smirk, licking his lips.
"I didn't get any," comes Wooyoung's pout, and Jinki just falls back onto Junho's chest, groaning and panting heavily.
Jinki gave them a weak smile, pausing as he realized something - "Where are Taecyeon and Nichkhun-hyung?"
Junsu smiles as he reaches down to wipe cum off one of Jinki's nipples, rubbing it like it was a form of body oil and smiling thoughtfully. "They'll be back."
"And then you'll get a real celebration," Junho finishes, matching his smile with that of his other bandmates, sending a shudder through Jinki's body.