craving something sweet (1/1)
title: craving something sweet (1/1)
pairing: onho
rating: nc-17
word count: 1704
summary: minho has a craving for something sweet and jinki looks especially delicious.
note: dedicated to towelettepower
forever grateful for my bff and beta bling_asaur, luff yew <3
“It’s nice to meet you,” Minho says with a smirk, placing his palm in Jinki’s offered hand.
“Please,” Jinki insists with lazily hooded eyes. “The pleasure is mine.”
The meeting is out of town. It doesn’t take long by plane, and Minho had managed to get in a few hours of snooze. His hair is ruffled when he wakes up, suit clinging to his skin with the adhesive of sweat from the suffocating heat of being crammed into this tiny seat. Business class is, of course, better than economy in more ways than one, but flying is still an absolute pain in the ass. His hotel room is rather impressive, actually, but it’s too big for just one person.
“…We have plans to branch out to other networks with your aid, and from there…”
Minho takes a break from scribbling down pros and cons. He reclines in his seat, stretches his arms far over his head. When he unfolds his legs, they accidentally knock against something. He glances opposite him and there’s Jinki, sitting entirely nonchalant. Minho lets his gaze drift down his chest to where he’s noting things down on his notepad, but he must feel Minho eying him because the next time he looks up, it’s not to the douchebag at the front of the room.
There’s a spike of heat when Jinki’s fat lips slowly spread to a smile. It’s a momentary thing, and sooner than Minho would like, Jinki dips his head into his chest and starts scrawling down notes.
In the end, their two companies decide to join forces. Minho presumes it’s got to be for the best, considering how psyched the big man upstairs is when Minho gives him a short call to inform him.
At midnight, clad in a pair of sweats and nothing else, Minho sighs as he turns off the news and heaves himself out of bed. He’s not the only one in this hotel, and he’s got an itch in his stomach, one that can only be scratched with something sweet.
When he turns the corner to the vending machine, Minho chuckles and slows his steps. There’s Jinki, bending down to retrieve something from the slot and Minho gets a generous view of his ass in his cute pyjama bottoms, almost pauses to appreciate.
Instead, he clears his throat. “Hey.”
Jinki straightens with a start, but composes himself easily, stuffing a Twix bar into the cotton mouth of a pink cow. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.” Minho laughs.
“Didn’t expect to see you here. What brings you to the vending machine?”
“I’ve got a craving for something sweet.” Minho takes a step forward, closing the distance between their bodies. His eyes drop down to Jinki’s lips, curved in a smile.
“Oh? And you expected to find it at the vending machine?” Jinki smirks.
“Among other things.” Minho chews on his lower lip as he looks down to where their bodies are practically touching. Heat radiates from Jinki’s body, his voice is rough, hair ruffled and untamed. Minho hums, sliding his hand up Jinki’s bicep.
Jinki shivers. “And? Do you see anything you like?”
Minho gives a twitch of his lip. In a second, he’s got Jinki backed up against the vending machine, head dipped down so his lips press against the shell of Jinki’s ear. “I’ve got my eye on something,” he whispers.
Jinki tastes as good as he looks. Their lips smash together desperately, and there’s no permission needed for entrance. Jinki’s body melts into putty underneath him, his arms flying around Minho’s neck as Minho thrusts his tongue into his mouth, a needy moan escaping that Minho laps up like chocolate.
Jinki shudders, denting Minho’s shoulders with his blunt fingernails as he pulls away. He smirks, hooks his fingers into Minho’s sweatpants and says, “What’s your room number?”
They can’t get there fast enough. Minho pauses more than once to slam Jinki into a wall, press his weight onto him and claim his lips. Jinki’s whimpers are desperate, his cock already tenting in his pants, rubbing against Minho’s own when Minho pushes him against his room door to hitch his thigh up Minho’s body.
The second the door clicks shut, Minho is pushing Jinki to his knees and almost moans at the little resistance. He commands, “Suck me,” and Jinki does moan, a low rumble in his throat as he slides Minho’s pants and boxers down his hips and to his feet. Minho kicks them off eagerly as Jinki takes his cock into a tight fist at the base and guides it to his parted lips.
Jinki’s tongue is hot, so wet as he trails it over the ridge of Minho’s hard cock. He sucks it into his mouth with hallowed cheeks, breathing laboured through his nose as he pumps what his mouth can’t easily reach. On every ascend, Jinki digs his tongue into the slit, circles the head of Minho’s cock, before pulling Minho far back into his mouth.
When Minho feels the fury of his orgasm twist in his stomach, he tugs Jinki from his knees and crashes their lips together. His tongue darts past Jinki’s lips, explores his mouth as he backs him up towards the bed. Jinki falls onto the mattress breathless, instantly gets to work of removing his unnecessary clothes and Minho hums at Jinki’s naked form after he’s grabbed a condom and blankets Jinki with his body, the latter’s thighs spreading wide to give him space between them.
Minho mouths at Jinki’s chest, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth as he brings his hand up to press two fingers against Jinki’s lips. He moans into Jinki’s hot skin, nibbles on the skin surrounding the nub as Jinki laps at his fingers, clutching Minho’s wrist and soaks them with saliva.
Jinki’s body is so fucking tight, practically clings around Minho’s finger when he hikes Jinki’s thighs up and presses it inside. He places kisses on the insides of Jinki’s sweet thighs, toying the skin between his teeth as he begins to pump his finger in and out and all Minho can hear is the symphony of Jinki’s delicious moans when Minho presses in another finger.
“You’re going to feel amazing around my cock,” Minho growls as he lifts himself to his knees and rolls the condom onto his cock with one hand, spitting into his hand and slicking up it up more. Jinki’s back arches off the bed when Minho crooks his fingers just right, whimpering as Minho smirks, continues his assault to Jinki’s prostate.
“Are you ready?”
“God yes,” Jinki moans, all touched out. “Fuck me.”
Minho leads his cock to Jinki’s stretched entrance, breaches the still-so-tight barrier with his hand curled around the base. He thrusts the rest of the way once he’s half in, pitches his fingers under Jinki’s knee to press his legs wider, higher up to his chest. It gives him better access, allows Minho’s cock to glide in with smooth friction, as deep as ever. Jinki whines underneath him, his hole clenching around his cock as he adjusts, and Minho lets him have a moment to relax.
Minho’s got a beautiful wife back at home, but nothing feels better than how Jinki’s hole stretches every time Minho slides his cock inside. With one leg over Minho’s shoulder, Jinki works to meet his slow thrusts, sweat shining on his neck that Minho has the unfathomable urge to lick at. He can’t reach though, he’d push Jinki far past his flexible limits, and settles for nipping at Jinki’s calf.
“You feel so good,” Minho praises him, “So tight.”
Jinki gives a weak nod of his head, bringing his weight onto his forearms and Minho gets a better view of how Jinki’s matted hair is slick against his forehead, flush cheeks and stained lips parted as he gasps when Minho gives a rough slam into his body. Jinki puckers his lips and Minho smirks, fine, presses his weight down on Jinki’s leg and connects their lips in a sloppy kiss, more tongue than lip. Jinki keens into Minho’s mouth at the change in angle, Minho suddenly so deep, even deeper than before, cock pushing right up against his prostate with each rushed thrust.
“Harder,” Jinki practically screams when they part, “Fuck, right there Minho.”
Minho nods, taking Jinki’s cock into his hand and grabbing onto the headboard for leverage. He drives his cock in even harder, hovering over Jinki’s face and taking more pleasure in the way Jinki’s body jerks up with each thrust than he should. He’s close though, there’s no way he can last after being inside of Jinki’s mouth and his body, and he can feel that familiar throb pulsing in his stomach.
“I’m gunna - ”
“Me too, fuck,” Jinki’s hips are off the bed, nails scratching down his back as Minho fists his cock in his hand and then Jinki’s cumming, thighs quivering and plump lips open in a silent scream. Minho’s orgasm follows short after he’s dropped the cock in his hand and fucked into Jinki with abandon. It washes over him like a tidal wave, its strength almost knocking him off guard, and he slows his thrust to milk himself into the condom until the last pulse of pleasure ceases his movements.
Minho flops onto the bed next to Jinki and rolls off, disappearing into the bathroom to slide off the latex. When he enters the room again, Jinki is already sliding his pyjamas back up his legs, the little pink cows dancing as he stands. He knows how this works, Minho thinks.
“Nice pyjamas,” Minho says as he leans his weight on the wall.
“The Mrs back home makes me wear them when I travel.”
Minho chuckles as he picks his own pants from the floor. “Oh? …They’re...adorable.”
“Tell me about it,” Jinki says and sneaks his way into Minho’s arms. With a smile, he kisses him.
“If it’s any consultation, your ass looks fantastic in them.”
“Yeah, no they’re still pretty embarrassing.”
Minho’s phone vibrates in his pocket as he resituates himself in his Business Class seat. The flight is pretty much empty, enough so that Minho can slyly pull it from his pocket. He can’t hold back his smile as he reads the text message I hear we have a joint meeting in Hong Kong in two weeks. I’m looking forward to it. underneath Jinki’s name.
pairing: onho
rating: nc-17
word count: 1704
summary: minho has a craving for something sweet and jinki looks especially delicious.
note: dedicated to towelettepower
forever grateful for my bff and beta bling_asaur, luff yew <3
“It’s nice to meet you,” Minho says with a smirk, placing his palm in Jinki’s offered hand.
“Please,” Jinki insists with lazily hooded eyes. “The pleasure is mine.”
The meeting is out of town. It doesn’t take long by plane, and Minho had managed to get in a few hours of snooze. His hair is ruffled when he wakes up, suit clinging to his skin with the adhesive of sweat from the suffocating heat of being crammed into this tiny seat. Business class is, of course, better than economy in more ways than one, but flying is still an absolute pain in the ass. His hotel room is rather impressive, actually, but it’s too big for just one person.
“…We have plans to branch out to other networks with your aid, and from there…”
Minho takes a break from scribbling down pros and cons. He reclines in his seat, stretches his arms far over his head. When he unfolds his legs, they accidentally knock against something. He glances opposite him and there’s Jinki, sitting entirely nonchalant. Minho lets his gaze drift down his chest to where he’s noting things down on his notepad, but he must feel Minho eying him because the next time he looks up, it’s not to the douchebag at the front of the room.
There’s a spike of heat when Jinki’s fat lips slowly spread to a smile. It’s a momentary thing, and sooner than Minho would like, Jinki dips his head into his chest and starts scrawling down notes.
In the end, their two companies decide to join forces. Minho presumes it’s got to be for the best, considering how psyched the big man upstairs is when Minho gives him a short call to inform him.
At midnight, clad in a pair of sweats and nothing else, Minho sighs as he turns off the news and heaves himself out of bed. He’s not the only one in this hotel, and he’s got an itch in his stomach, one that can only be scratched with something sweet.
When he turns the corner to the vending machine, Minho chuckles and slows his steps. There’s Jinki, bending down to retrieve something from the slot and Minho gets a generous view of his ass in his cute pyjama bottoms, almost pauses to appreciate.
Instead, he clears his throat. “Hey.”
Jinki straightens with a start, but composes himself easily, stuffing a Twix bar into the cotton mouth of a pink cow. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.” Minho laughs.
“Didn’t expect to see you here. What brings you to the vending machine?”
“I’ve got a craving for something sweet.” Minho takes a step forward, closing the distance between their bodies. His eyes drop down to Jinki’s lips, curved in a smile.
“Oh? And you expected to find it at the vending machine?” Jinki smirks.
“Among other things.” Minho chews on his lower lip as he looks down to where their bodies are practically touching. Heat radiates from Jinki’s body, his voice is rough, hair ruffled and untamed. Minho hums, sliding his hand up Jinki’s bicep.
Jinki shivers. “And? Do you see anything you like?”
Minho gives a twitch of his lip. In a second, he’s got Jinki backed up against the vending machine, head dipped down so his lips press against the shell of Jinki’s ear. “I’ve got my eye on something,” he whispers.
Jinki tastes as good as he looks. Their lips smash together desperately, and there’s no permission needed for entrance. Jinki’s body melts into putty underneath him, his arms flying around Minho’s neck as Minho thrusts his tongue into his mouth, a needy moan escaping that Minho laps up like chocolate.
Jinki shudders, denting Minho’s shoulders with his blunt fingernails as he pulls away. He smirks, hooks his fingers into Minho’s sweatpants and says, “What’s your room number?”
They can’t get there fast enough. Minho pauses more than once to slam Jinki into a wall, press his weight onto him and claim his lips. Jinki’s whimpers are desperate, his cock already tenting in his pants, rubbing against Minho’s own when Minho pushes him against his room door to hitch his thigh up Minho’s body.
The second the door clicks shut, Minho is pushing Jinki to his knees and almost moans at the little resistance. He commands, “Suck me,” and Jinki does moan, a low rumble in his throat as he slides Minho’s pants and boxers down his hips and to his feet. Minho kicks them off eagerly as Jinki takes his cock into a tight fist at the base and guides it to his parted lips.
Jinki’s tongue is hot, so wet as he trails it over the ridge of Minho’s hard cock. He sucks it into his mouth with hallowed cheeks, breathing laboured through his nose as he pumps what his mouth can’t easily reach. On every ascend, Jinki digs his tongue into the slit, circles the head of Minho’s cock, before pulling Minho far back into his mouth.
When Minho feels the fury of his orgasm twist in his stomach, he tugs Jinki from his knees and crashes their lips together. His tongue darts past Jinki’s lips, explores his mouth as he backs him up towards the bed. Jinki falls onto the mattress breathless, instantly gets to work of removing his unnecessary clothes and Minho hums at Jinki’s naked form after he’s grabbed a condom and blankets Jinki with his body, the latter’s thighs spreading wide to give him space between them.
Minho mouths at Jinki’s chest, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth as he brings his hand up to press two fingers against Jinki’s lips. He moans into Jinki’s hot skin, nibbles on the skin surrounding the nub as Jinki laps at his fingers, clutching Minho’s wrist and soaks them with saliva.
Jinki’s body is so fucking tight, practically clings around Minho’s finger when he hikes Jinki’s thighs up and presses it inside. He places kisses on the insides of Jinki’s sweet thighs, toying the skin between his teeth as he begins to pump his finger in and out and all Minho can hear is the symphony of Jinki’s delicious moans when Minho presses in another finger.
“You’re going to feel amazing around my cock,” Minho growls as he lifts himself to his knees and rolls the condom onto his cock with one hand, spitting into his hand and slicking up it up more. Jinki’s back arches off the bed when Minho crooks his fingers just right, whimpering as Minho smirks, continues his assault to Jinki’s prostate.
“Are you ready?”
“God yes,” Jinki moans, all touched out. “Fuck me.”
Minho leads his cock to Jinki’s stretched entrance, breaches the still-so-tight barrier with his hand curled around the base. He thrusts the rest of the way once he’s half in, pitches his fingers under Jinki’s knee to press his legs wider, higher up to his chest. It gives him better access, allows Minho’s cock to glide in with smooth friction, as deep as ever. Jinki whines underneath him, his hole clenching around his cock as he adjusts, and Minho lets him have a moment to relax.
Minho’s got a beautiful wife back at home, but nothing feels better than how Jinki’s hole stretches every time Minho slides his cock inside. With one leg over Minho’s shoulder, Jinki works to meet his slow thrusts, sweat shining on his neck that Minho has the unfathomable urge to lick at. He can’t reach though, he’d push Jinki far past his flexible limits, and settles for nipping at Jinki’s calf.
“You feel so good,” Minho praises him, “So tight.”
Jinki gives a weak nod of his head, bringing his weight onto his forearms and Minho gets a better view of how Jinki’s matted hair is slick against his forehead, flush cheeks and stained lips parted as he gasps when Minho gives a rough slam into his body. Jinki puckers his lips and Minho smirks, fine, presses his weight down on Jinki’s leg and connects their lips in a sloppy kiss, more tongue than lip. Jinki keens into Minho’s mouth at the change in angle, Minho suddenly so deep, even deeper than before, cock pushing right up against his prostate with each rushed thrust.
“Harder,” Jinki practically screams when they part, “Fuck, right there Minho.”
Minho nods, taking Jinki’s cock into his hand and grabbing onto the headboard for leverage. He drives his cock in even harder, hovering over Jinki’s face and taking more pleasure in the way Jinki’s body jerks up with each thrust than he should. He’s close though, there’s no way he can last after being inside of Jinki’s mouth and his body, and he can feel that familiar throb pulsing in his stomach.
“I’m gunna - ”
“Me too, fuck,” Jinki’s hips are off the bed, nails scratching down his back as Minho fists his cock in his hand and then Jinki’s cumming, thighs quivering and plump lips open in a silent scream. Minho’s orgasm follows short after he’s dropped the cock in his hand and fucked into Jinki with abandon. It washes over him like a tidal wave, its strength almost knocking him off guard, and he slows his thrust to milk himself into the condom until the last pulse of pleasure ceases his movements.
Minho flops onto the bed next to Jinki and rolls off, disappearing into the bathroom to slide off the latex. When he enters the room again, Jinki is already sliding his pyjamas back up his legs, the little pink cows dancing as he stands. He knows how this works, Minho thinks.
“Nice pyjamas,” Minho says as he leans his weight on the wall.
“The Mrs back home makes me wear them when I travel.”
Minho chuckles as he picks his own pants from the floor. “Oh? …They’re...adorable.”
“Tell me about it,” Jinki says and sneaks his way into Minho’s arms. With a smile, he kisses him.
“If it’s any consultation, your ass looks fantastic in them.”
“Yeah, no they’re still pretty embarrassing.”
Minho’s phone vibrates in his pocket as he resituates himself in his Business Class seat. The flight is pretty much empty, enough so that Minho can slyly pull it from his pocket. He can’t hold back his smile as he reads the text message I hear we have a joint meeting in Hong Kong in two weeks. I’m looking forward to it. underneath Jinki’s name.