A Gift Left Behind
Title: A Gift Left Behind
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Phone sex, toys.
Summary: The worst thing about being on break is when they have to be apart.
Word Count: 2,738
Notes: The PWP genre for my SHINee Genre Challenge, as requested by mariposa02. This took way too long to write, but that was my fault. I like the idea, and I think it came out okay. I hope it's okay! ^.^
Spot For: mariposa02, ezri_sun.
From the moment Jonghyun heard that Minho would be going back home to visit his family, he knew it would be like this. Being away from Minho for a week sounded like torture. Jonghyun hadn't always felt this way. Up until the point when their relationship changed, he had been fine leaving anyone in the band for a short amount of time. Going home felt more like seeing the people he'd been missing, not leaving the person who he would miss the most. Instead of feeling weepy, Jonghyun got grumbly. He'd just gotten back from his own parent's house the day before. That made three days he hadn't seen Minho. For some dumb reason, he'd decided to come back early. Imagine his surprise when he found out Minho wouldn't be joining him at the dorm until the end of the week. That meant four days without him in the bedroom they usually shared.
He was already sexually frustrated enough, not to mention that he actually missed the bug-eyed frog. Which was why when his phone started going off Thursday evening, Jonghyun nearly dropped his bowl of chips in order to dig it out of his pocket and answer it swiftly.
"Yah! Minho. Why did it take you so long to call?"
"You know how my family is. There's always more people to see, more dinners to go to. I've been busy all day," his voice came through the phone, deep and amused sounding. Jonghyun wanted to frown and say something more like a retort, but he could only smile like an idiot as his stomach flipped and his chest tightened just from hearing the other's voice.
"Mmm, yeah. I know," he muttered, lightly kicking at the floor. It felt awkward on the phone. They were around each other so much normally. Sometimes he felt like he couldn't get away, but it wasn't something he really minded. "Are you really staying until Monday?"
"Yeah, mom has big plans on Sunday, so I have to be here."
"Oh. Well, I guess the other guys will have to keep me company then."
"Are they all there?"
"Just Taemin. Onew gets here in the morning, and Key should be back in a couple of days. You're the slowest one," Jonghyun let himself complain more.
"Is Taemin there right now?"
"Why? Do you want to talk to him now?"
There was a throaty laughter that made a shiver crawl down Jonghyun spine just as his hairs were bristling with indignation. "No, I wanted to know if you were alone," he finally answered, his tone dropping an octave and turning serious. Jonghyun swallowed thickly and licked his lips. His body was already reacting to just that, and it only made him more frustrated, but also kind of excited.
"Yeah, I'm alone. Sort of. Taemin's in his room."
"Oh?" there was a creaking sound, the undeniable sound of Minho shifting on the bed. Jonghyun felt his body flush with heat. "What are you wearing?"
Jonghyun blinked before looking down at his sweat pants and sleeveless top. "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yeah, I'm standing in the kitchen naked."
Minho laughed again, and Jonghyun smiled, feeling a little bit better now that he'd actually been able to talk to Minho. Plus he loved playing with him. There had been a lot of times in the past when it had been the only thing that could make him feel better.
"That sounds pretty sexy actually," Minho said after a moment, and Jonghyun felt his attention once again stolen by the innuendo in Minho's voice. "I wish I was there with you right now."
"Yeah? And what would you do if you were?" Jonghyun felt his body tense as he waited for Minho's response, which would pretty much solidify what he was already hinting at doing.
There was a pause that made Jonghyun almost feel nervous, but then Minho started speaking and he forgot all about everything else. "I'd be naked too. I'd wrap my arms around you and press my body against yours, so I could feel every bit of you pressing into me. I'd kiss you and knot my fingers in your hair. I'd move my hands all over your body."
"Fuck," Jonghyun breathed out tightly, his eyes clenched shut. He'd been in there to get a snack, but now he wasn't concerned with eating one bit. A sound made Jonghyun nearly jump out of his skin. He stilled and hushed Minho, his body tense as he listened. He did not need Taemin walking into the kitchen while he was on the phone with a raging boner. If he saw, it would be too difficult to explain. The sound of the bathroom door closing made Jonghyun breathe out a sigh of relief. "I think we better take this to the bedroom," he joked.
Minho laughed softly and responded in a playful voice, "I have no idea what you're talking about, hyung."
Once the door was safely shut and locked behind him, Jonghyun smirked and walked over to Minho's bed, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. "Much more comfortable than being shoved against the counter."
"Are you in my bed?"
Jonghyun sat up a little and blinked. "How did you know?"
"That's my secret," Minho teased.
"Aww, come on. Tell me," Jonghyun whined, laying back down and impatiently sliding his free hand up his shirt to tease a nipple.
"It just seemed like something you would do."
"You know me so well."
"Yeah, and it squeaks a little different."
Jonghyun let out a breathy laugh at that revelation. "Only you would notice something like that."
"Hyung, are you touching yourself?"
Biting his lip, Jonghyun wondered if it was just curiosity or if he'd really been caught that quickly. Stilling his hand inside of his shirt, he lied, "No ... are you?"
"Yes," the simple word came out a lot breathier than Minho's voice had been before and Jonghyun felt a ripple of desire move through his body.
"Fuck, Minho, are we going to do this?"
"You tell me," his voice was still hushed, needy, just the way Jonghyun liked to hear it in bed.
Not waiting another moment, Jonghyun slid his hand down his chest to his stomach and then past his waistband into his pants and underwear. He wrapped his hand around his length and stroked it slowly. "Minho, talk to me."
"What about, hyung?" there was an obvious amused tone there.
"Anything," he answered in frustration, pulling his hand up his length a little more firmly.
"Well, today I had to eat my aunt's cooking, which can hardly be called.."
"Minho!" Jonghyun cut him off, adding an irritated sigh on after. "Not that."
"You said anything."
"Don't be a dick. You know what I mean ... something sexy," he added for good measure.
"Oh," Minho drew out, as if just now realizing what Jonghyun meant.
"Asshole," Jonghyun breathed.
There was a throaty laugh from the other side of the phone, and Jonghyun felt himself smile despite the sexual frustration. Minho was always a bit of a tease, even during phone sex it seemed. Then there was a pause and silence before a tentative whisper, "Jonghyun ... I wish it was your cock I had my hand around. I want to feel you so badly."
"Yeah? Your hand feels so good, stroking me, when you run your palm over my head," as he spoke he did it with his own hand, imagining it was Minho touching him instead. "When you almost tickle the underside with those damn light touches."
His eyes slipped shut as he thought about Minho being there beside him, kissing his neck as he touched him. He could almost feel the bed shift like it usually would when Minho moved against him. "Hyung, mmm, are you naked yet?"
"No, not yet," Jonghyun seriously wondered why when he realized he was still fully clothed.
"If I were there, I'd hold you down and take off your clothes slowly, one by one. I'd make sure to touch every bit of skin I revealed, and I'd kiss you so hard you'd have to worry about your lips bruising."
Jonghyun felt his breath hitch a little and he slowed his hand so he could relief himself of some of his clothing. "Give me a second, Minho."
He quickly undid and struggled out of his pants, then shirt, then underwear, leaving him bare to the cool room. He shivered a little, and contemplated getting under the covers before just shrugging and laying back against the pillow. "Okay, where were we?" he asked with a smile as he slid his free hand down between his legs to tease his fingers along his balls.
"We were about to talk about how hard I want to fuck you right now," Minho responded, his voice tight, his breathing coming out heavy.
Jonghyun stopped moving his hand and frowned. "Who says you'd top?"
"Me."
"Who made you king?"
"Me."
"I don't think that's really fair. No one voted, and you're definitely not royalty."
"How do you know?"
"Prove it."
"Jonghyun," Minho breathed darkly, making a shiver crawl up Jonghyun's spine and he couldn't keep from smirking to himself. "Just do it for me, baby."
Still smirking, Jonghyun shifted a little, switching the phone to his other ear and reaching down between his legs to finger his entrance, imagining how hard Minho would slam into him after getting frustrated. "Okay," he said finally, his throat constricting around the word as he pushed his finger past his muscles. "Minho, I'm so tight."
A strangled noise came from the other side of the phone and then harsh breaths. "Fuck, Jonghyun, I want to be inside of you so badly."
The older one whimpered softly and pushed the finger in further, the skin clinging to him because of the lack of lubricant. "Minho," he moaned the other man's name just the way he liked it, almost as if he were singing it.
"Jonghyun, wait. I have something for you."
Blinking, he slowly pulled his hand away and gripped the phone, sitting up on an elbow. "What? How do you have something for me?"
"I mean, I left something there for you, for while I'm away. I want you to have it now."
There was a long silence where Jonghyun tried to figure out what it might be, but he wasn't completely sure, so he gave in. "Okay, where is it?"
"In the top drawer of my dresser. You'll have to unwrap it."
"Oooh, presents," Jonghyun said as he stumbled over to the dresser, only a little annoyed at being interrupted. "Yah, Minho, couldn't this have waited until after we were finished?"
"No, just open it. You'll see."
Jonghyun pulled the little box, wrapped in plain, black paper out of the drawer and sauntered back over to the bed, sitting down on it gingerly to keep from making his painfully hard erection bounce too hard. Unwrapping the present while holding the phone was a little difficult, but Jonghyun managed by holding the phone between his ear and shoulder while he tore the paper off. A box. He chewed on his lip and pulled open the box. A long, light blue object slid out into his lap and Jonghyun stared at it for a heavy moment. "Minho.." he started, surprised by what he saw.
"Do you like it?"
"I don't know."
"Why not?"
"I've never used one of these before. Are you even serious?"
"I thought about getting a bigger size, but I thought I wouldn't want to miss that."
"Minho," Jonghyun sighed, picking up the butt plug and turning it over in his hands.
"You know where I keep my lubricant. Will you use it for me?"
Jonghyun felt uncertain about it, but Minho's voice sounded so turned on that it also felt really exciting. Embarrassing, but exciting. "Okay," he said softly before pulling open the drawer by the bed and fishing out Minho's lubricant. It was plain, boring. Jonghyun liked the flavored kinds, but his supply was much further away and his dick had already been neglected far too long. He laid back and gave it a few relieving tugs before reaching for the lubricant that he'd laid beside the plug next to his hip.
He coated one finger and then the next while Minho was quiet on the other side of the phone. Jonghyun would have been scared he'd lost the call if he didn't hear a louder breath or Minho shifting on his bed every now and then. He reached down with his coated fingers and pushed one in, sighing at the tightness. He felt a little impatient, so he pushed it in only to pull it back and add another. The plug wasn't too big, not nearly as big as Minho's cock. It was about two thirds the thickness, so Jonghyun wasn't worried about it being painful.
The second finger made him whine a little as he spread them inside of him, pushing his walls apart. He searched for his prostate and rubbed his fingers against it, but it never felt nearly as good as when Minho hit it with his dick instead. "Oh Minho, god I wish you were here. I can feel my ass clenching around my fingers, so tight, I want you to fill me with your cock, Minho."
Minho's breathing was speeding up again, as he panted, "Tell me what you're doing."
"I have two fingers inside of me. I'm pushing them in and out," he moaned again as his fingers hit his prostate.
"Pull them out now," Minho commanded and Jonghyun followed his directions, sighing as they slid out. "Now, put the plug in. Fast, hard. I want to hear how it feels."
Taking a shaky breath, Jonghyun reached for the plug and placed it between his legs, at his entrance. He pulled his knees further up and spread his legs to make it easier. "Okay, here I go." Jonghyun took a breath and then pushed it in fast, his breath catching with a whine. "Ah, Minho."
"Now, fuck yourself with it. Fuck yourself for me, hyung."
Jonghyun whimpered at the command, pushing the plug in and out of him as fast as he could. His own cock throbbed with need. Minho's breath was heavy, and Jonghyun knew he was close. He moaned the other's name over and over, his mind clouding slightly. He tried to put the phone between his ear and shoulder again so he could jerk himself off, but it only fell to the bed. Growling low, Jonghyun quickly switched it to speaker and laid it down by his head. With a satisfied smile, he slid his hand down to pump his horribly neglected member.
"Ah, Jonghyun, I'm so close," Minho breathed, the sound of skin slapping echoing almost dangerously into Jonghyun's ear, but he could hear his own noises clearer, and he knew those wouldn't travel past the walls.
"Me too," he turned his head, his mouth only inches from the phone as he answered tightly, closing his eyes and pumping himself faster. Then Minho moaned a little louder, drawing out Jonghyun's name as he came. Jonghyun felt his blood rush at the sound and his own breath hitched as he felt his orgasm hit him. He whispered Minho's name as the hand on the plug stilled and he milked the orgasm out as long as he could.
"I miss you," Minho whispered after a moment, sounding recovered from his own orgasm. Jonghyun smiled and wiped his hand clean on the sheets before reaching for the phone.
"I miss you too," he returned the sentiment as he pulled the plug out and tossed it onto the bed beside him for the moment. Knowing he'd have to clean the sheets and everything later, Jonghyun went ahead and used them to clean himself off the rest of the way. Instead of getting right to cleaning up though, he sleepily walked over to his own bed and slid under the blanket.
"Yah, hyung, you aren't leaving my bed dirty are you?"
Jonghyun only grunted in response, to which Minho sighed. "Minho," he crooned in return, still in a blissful state.
"Mhmm?" Minho returned, not actually sounding upset at all.
"Why aren't your arms around me?"
"They are. Don't you feel them?"
"Yeah ... I feel them." Jonghyun felt both incredibly sappy and silly, but also warmer and somehow completely happy.
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Phone sex, toys.
Summary: The worst thing about being on break is when they have to be apart.
Word Count: 2,738
Notes: The PWP genre for my SHINee Genre Challenge, as requested by mariposa02. This took way too long to write, but that was my fault. I like the idea, and I think it came out okay. I hope it's okay! ^.^
Spot For: mariposa02, ezri_sun.
From the moment Jonghyun heard that Minho would be going back home to visit his family, he knew it would be like this. Being away from Minho for a week sounded like torture. Jonghyun hadn't always felt this way. Up until the point when their relationship changed, he had been fine leaving anyone in the band for a short amount of time. Going home felt more like seeing the people he'd been missing, not leaving the person who he would miss the most. Instead of feeling weepy, Jonghyun got grumbly. He'd just gotten back from his own parent's house the day before. That made three days he hadn't seen Minho. For some dumb reason, he'd decided to come back early. Imagine his surprise when he found out Minho wouldn't be joining him at the dorm until the end of the week. That meant four days without him in the bedroom they usually shared.
He was already sexually frustrated enough, not to mention that he actually missed the bug-eyed frog. Which was why when his phone started going off Thursday evening, Jonghyun nearly dropped his bowl of chips in order to dig it out of his pocket and answer it swiftly.
"Yah! Minho. Why did it take you so long to call?"
"You know how my family is. There's always more people to see, more dinners to go to. I've been busy all day," his voice came through the phone, deep and amused sounding. Jonghyun wanted to frown and say something more like a retort, but he could only smile like an idiot as his stomach flipped and his chest tightened just from hearing the other's voice.
"Mmm, yeah. I know," he muttered, lightly kicking at the floor. It felt awkward on the phone. They were around each other so much normally. Sometimes he felt like he couldn't get away, but it wasn't something he really minded. "Are you really staying until Monday?"
"Yeah, mom has big plans on Sunday, so I have to be here."
"Oh. Well, I guess the other guys will have to keep me company then."
"Are they all there?"
"Just Taemin. Onew gets here in the morning, and Key should be back in a couple of days. You're the slowest one," Jonghyun let himself complain more.
"Is Taemin there right now?"
"Why? Do you want to talk to him now?"
There was a throaty laughter that made a shiver crawl down Jonghyun spine just as his hairs were bristling with indignation. "No, I wanted to know if you were alone," he finally answered, his tone dropping an octave and turning serious. Jonghyun swallowed thickly and licked his lips. His body was already reacting to just that, and it only made him more frustrated, but also kind of excited.
"Yeah, I'm alone. Sort of. Taemin's in his room."
"Oh?" there was a creaking sound, the undeniable sound of Minho shifting on the bed. Jonghyun felt his body flush with heat. "What are you wearing?"
Jonghyun blinked before looking down at his sweat pants and sleeveless top. "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Yeah, I'm standing in the kitchen naked."
Minho laughed again, and Jonghyun smiled, feeling a little bit better now that he'd actually been able to talk to Minho. Plus he loved playing with him. There had been a lot of times in the past when it had been the only thing that could make him feel better.
"That sounds pretty sexy actually," Minho said after a moment, and Jonghyun felt his attention once again stolen by the innuendo in Minho's voice. "I wish I was there with you right now."
"Yeah? And what would you do if you were?" Jonghyun felt his body tense as he waited for Minho's response, which would pretty much solidify what he was already hinting at doing.
There was a pause that made Jonghyun almost feel nervous, but then Minho started speaking and he forgot all about everything else. "I'd be naked too. I'd wrap my arms around you and press my body against yours, so I could feel every bit of you pressing into me. I'd kiss you and knot my fingers in your hair. I'd move my hands all over your body."
"Fuck," Jonghyun breathed out tightly, his eyes clenched shut. He'd been in there to get a snack, but now he wasn't concerned with eating one bit. A sound made Jonghyun nearly jump out of his skin. He stilled and hushed Minho, his body tense as he listened. He did not need Taemin walking into the kitchen while he was on the phone with a raging boner. If he saw, it would be too difficult to explain. The sound of the bathroom door closing made Jonghyun breathe out a sigh of relief. "I think we better take this to the bedroom," he joked.
Minho laughed softly and responded in a playful voice, "I have no idea what you're talking about, hyung."
Once the door was safely shut and locked behind him, Jonghyun smirked and walked over to Minho's bed, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. "Much more comfortable than being shoved against the counter."
"Are you in my bed?"
Jonghyun sat up a little and blinked. "How did you know?"
"That's my secret," Minho teased.
"Aww, come on. Tell me," Jonghyun whined, laying back down and impatiently sliding his free hand up his shirt to tease a nipple.
"It just seemed like something you would do."
"You know me so well."
"Yeah, and it squeaks a little different."
Jonghyun let out a breathy laugh at that revelation. "Only you would notice something like that."
"Hyung, are you touching yourself?"
Biting his lip, Jonghyun wondered if it was just curiosity or if he'd really been caught that quickly. Stilling his hand inside of his shirt, he lied, "No ... are you?"
"Yes," the simple word came out a lot breathier than Minho's voice had been before and Jonghyun felt a ripple of desire move through his body.
"Fuck, Minho, are we going to do this?"
"You tell me," his voice was still hushed, needy, just the way Jonghyun liked to hear it in bed.
Not waiting another moment, Jonghyun slid his hand down his chest to his stomach and then past his waistband into his pants and underwear. He wrapped his hand around his length and stroked it slowly. "Minho, talk to me."
"What about, hyung?" there was an obvious amused tone there.
"Anything," he answered in frustration, pulling his hand up his length a little more firmly.
"Well, today I had to eat my aunt's cooking, which can hardly be called.."
"Minho!" Jonghyun cut him off, adding an irritated sigh on after. "Not that."
"You said anything."
"Don't be a dick. You know what I mean ... something sexy," he added for good measure.
"Oh," Minho drew out, as if just now realizing what Jonghyun meant.
"Asshole," Jonghyun breathed.
There was a throaty laugh from the other side of the phone, and Jonghyun felt himself smile despite the sexual frustration. Minho was always a bit of a tease, even during phone sex it seemed. Then there was a pause and silence before a tentative whisper, "Jonghyun ... I wish it was your cock I had my hand around. I want to feel you so badly."
"Yeah? Your hand feels so good, stroking me, when you run your palm over my head," as he spoke he did it with his own hand, imagining it was Minho touching him instead. "When you almost tickle the underside with those damn light touches."
His eyes slipped shut as he thought about Minho being there beside him, kissing his neck as he touched him. He could almost feel the bed shift like it usually would when Minho moved against him. "Hyung, mmm, are you naked yet?"
"No, not yet," Jonghyun seriously wondered why when he realized he was still fully clothed.
"If I were there, I'd hold you down and take off your clothes slowly, one by one. I'd make sure to touch every bit of skin I revealed, and I'd kiss you so hard you'd have to worry about your lips bruising."
Jonghyun felt his breath hitch a little and he slowed his hand so he could relief himself of some of his clothing. "Give me a second, Minho."
He quickly undid and struggled out of his pants, then shirt, then underwear, leaving him bare to the cool room. He shivered a little, and contemplated getting under the covers before just shrugging and laying back against the pillow. "Okay, where were we?" he asked with a smile as he slid his free hand down between his legs to tease his fingers along his balls.
"We were about to talk about how hard I want to fuck you right now," Minho responded, his voice tight, his breathing coming out heavy.
Jonghyun stopped moving his hand and frowned. "Who says you'd top?"
"Me."
"Who made you king?"
"Me."
"I don't think that's really fair. No one voted, and you're definitely not royalty."
"How do you know?"
"Prove it."
"Jonghyun," Minho breathed darkly, making a shiver crawl up Jonghyun's spine and he couldn't keep from smirking to himself. "Just do it for me, baby."
Still smirking, Jonghyun shifted a little, switching the phone to his other ear and reaching down between his legs to finger his entrance, imagining how hard Minho would slam into him after getting frustrated. "Okay," he said finally, his throat constricting around the word as he pushed his finger past his muscles. "Minho, I'm so tight."
A strangled noise came from the other side of the phone and then harsh breaths. "Fuck, Jonghyun, I want to be inside of you so badly."
The older one whimpered softly and pushed the finger in further, the skin clinging to him because of the lack of lubricant. "Minho," he moaned the other man's name just the way he liked it, almost as if he were singing it.
"Jonghyun, wait. I have something for you."
Blinking, he slowly pulled his hand away and gripped the phone, sitting up on an elbow. "What? How do you have something for me?"
"I mean, I left something there for you, for while I'm away. I want you to have it now."
There was a long silence where Jonghyun tried to figure out what it might be, but he wasn't completely sure, so he gave in. "Okay, where is it?"
"In the top drawer of my dresser. You'll have to unwrap it."
"Oooh, presents," Jonghyun said as he stumbled over to the dresser, only a little annoyed at being interrupted. "Yah, Minho, couldn't this have waited until after we were finished?"
"No, just open it. You'll see."
Jonghyun pulled the little box, wrapped in plain, black paper out of the drawer and sauntered back over to the bed, sitting down on it gingerly to keep from making his painfully hard erection bounce too hard. Unwrapping the present while holding the phone was a little difficult, but Jonghyun managed by holding the phone between his ear and shoulder while he tore the paper off. A box. He chewed on his lip and pulled open the box. A long, light blue object slid out into his lap and Jonghyun stared at it for a heavy moment. "Minho.." he started, surprised by what he saw.
"Do you like it?"
"I don't know."
"Why not?"
"I've never used one of these before. Are you even serious?"
"I thought about getting a bigger size, but I thought I wouldn't want to miss that."
"Minho," Jonghyun sighed, picking up the butt plug and turning it over in his hands.
"You know where I keep my lubricant. Will you use it for me?"
Jonghyun felt uncertain about it, but Minho's voice sounded so turned on that it also felt really exciting. Embarrassing, but exciting. "Okay," he said softly before pulling open the drawer by the bed and fishing out Minho's lubricant. It was plain, boring. Jonghyun liked the flavored kinds, but his supply was much further away and his dick had already been neglected far too long. He laid back and gave it a few relieving tugs before reaching for the lubricant that he'd laid beside the plug next to his hip.
He coated one finger and then the next while Minho was quiet on the other side of the phone. Jonghyun would have been scared he'd lost the call if he didn't hear a louder breath or Minho shifting on his bed every now and then. He reached down with his coated fingers and pushed one in, sighing at the tightness. He felt a little impatient, so he pushed it in only to pull it back and add another. The plug wasn't too big, not nearly as big as Minho's cock. It was about two thirds the thickness, so Jonghyun wasn't worried about it being painful.
The second finger made him whine a little as he spread them inside of him, pushing his walls apart. He searched for his prostate and rubbed his fingers against it, but it never felt nearly as good as when Minho hit it with his dick instead. "Oh Minho, god I wish you were here. I can feel my ass clenching around my fingers, so tight, I want you to fill me with your cock, Minho."
Minho's breathing was speeding up again, as he panted, "Tell me what you're doing."
"I have two fingers inside of me. I'm pushing them in and out," he moaned again as his fingers hit his prostate.
"Pull them out now," Minho commanded and Jonghyun followed his directions, sighing as they slid out. "Now, put the plug in. Fast, hard. I want to hear how it feels."
Taking a shaky breath, Jonghyun reached for the plug and placed it between his legs, at his entrance. He pulled his knees further up and spread his legs to make it easier. "Okay, here I go." Jonghyun took a breath and then pushed it in fast, his breath catching with a whine. "Ah, Minho."
"Now, fuck yourself with it. Fuck yourself for me, hyung."
Jonghyun whimpered at the command, pushing the plug in and out of him as fast as he could. His own cock throbbed with need. Minho's breath was heavy, and Jonghyun knew he was close. He moaned the other's name over and over, his mind clouding slightly. He tried to put the phone between his ear and shoulder again so he could jerk himself off, but it only fell to the bed. Growling low, Jonghyun quickly switched it to speaker and laid it down by his head. With a satisfied smile, he slid his hand down to pump his horribly neglected member.
"Ah, Jonghyun, I'm so close," Minho breathed, the sound of skin slapping echoing almost dangerously into Jonghyun's ear, but he could hear his own noises clearer, and he knew those wouldn't travel past the walls.
"Me too," he turned his head, his mouth only inches from the phone as he answered tightly, closing his eyes and pumping himself faster. Then Minho moaned a little louder, drawing out Jonghyun's name as he came. Jonghyun felt his blood rush at the sound and his own breath hitched as he felt his orgasm hit him. He whispered Minho's name as the hand on the plug stilled and he milked the orgasm out as long as he could.
"I miss you," Minho whispered after a moment, sounding recovered from his own orgasm. Jonghyun smiled and wiped his hand clean on the sheets before reaching for the phone.
"I miss you too," he returned the sentiment as he pulled the plug out and tossed it onto the bed beside him for the moment. Knowing he'd have to clean the sheets and everything later, Jonghyun went ahead and used them to clean himself off the rest of the way. Instead of getting right to cleaning up though, he sleepily walked over to his own bed and slid under the blanket.
"Yah, hyung, you aren't leaving my bed dirty are you?"
Jonghyun only grunted in response, to which Minho sighed. "Minho," he crooned in return, still in a blissful state.
"Mhmm?" Minho returned, not actually sounding upset at all.
"Why aren't your arms around me?"
"They are. Don't you feel them?"
"Yeah ... I feel them." Jonghyun felt both incredibly sappy and silly, but also warmer and somehow completely happy.