sleepy (1/1)
title: sleepy (1/1)
pairing: jongho
rating: nc-17
word count: 1,300+
summary: minho awakens to find somebody in his arms.
note: pwp :))
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
A sleepy murmur pulls Minho from sleep’s hold. Their bedroom door is cracked slightly, a slice of yellow light cutting into the room, and the small, barely audible sound of smacking of lips draws Minho’s attention to the male in his arms. Jonghyun. Minho is pretty sure that he retired to bed alone, yet here he is, laying spoon style with the vocalist, the latter’s ass pressing against Minho’s groin, his nape in front of Minho’s lips.
Jonghyun sighs contently and shifts just slightly, just enough to make Minho aware of the healthy erection nestled between the globes of his ass. He also didn’t fall asleep with that. Minho slowly closes his eyes and lies still for a moment, giving his erection a fair chance to go away so he can return to sleep. He inhales Jonghyun’s scent, musky with a hint of alcohol. Perhaps that’s how Jonghyun ended up in his bed…He thought it was his own.
Minho smiles against Jonghyun’s nape and kisses the tender skin, enjoying the feeling of Jonghyun’s petite body curled against his own. He can see that Jonghyun still wears a t-shirt when Minho knows that he usually sleeps clad in boxers, and he briefly wonders what’s further south. After a moment of mulling over the prospect, Minho allows his hand to wander from around his chest, down the muscular abdomen, and to his hips.
Jonghyun moans and presses back against him in his sleep as Minho’s hand drifts from fabric to smooth skin. Blinking in surprise, Minho’s almost sure for a second that Jonghyun is naked from the waist down, that only a t-shirt covers his body, but then his fingertips encounter the elastic rim of Jonghyun’s boxers. His hand dips under the flimsy fabric of Jonghyun’s shirt, skimming across the dips and curves of Jonghyun’s stomach, he splays his fingers and runs them up his sides. When Minho’s fingers find Jonghyun’s nipple, it’s already erect and stabbing Minho when he fans his thumb over it. Jonghyun moans and shifts again, this time arching so his ass is pressed harder against Minho’s cock, chest pushed forward in demand.
“Minho?” Jonghyun breathes, his voice deep and croaky. He’s clearly still half-asleep, but he turns his head, seeking out Minho behind him and the latter smiles, kissing the tender curve of Jonghyun’s shoulder and slowly presses forward, shifting so his lips can reach Jonghyun’s. Their kiss is languid, a slow mesh of tongues and lips, with Jonghyun’s response becoming more passionate as he awakens.
When Jonghyun tries to fully turn, Minho resists. He holds Jonghyun in place as he slides his hand back down the expanse of Jonghyun’s stomach and dips his fingertips into the elastic of the boxers, playing with the skin but not venturing deeper.
“Don’t tease me.” Jonghyun warns with no bite to his tone against Minho’s lips. Minho can feel the smile.
Always an attentive and caring boyfriend, Minho presses another kiss to Jonghyun’s shoulder and ventures lower, curving his palm around Jonghyun’s hard cock. He rubs once, fully awakening it, before curling each finger around it, smoothing the foreskin over the head and back down the shaft as he slowly works Jonghyun’s cock in the tight circle that his fingers have created. Jonghyun’s breath hitches, shuddering violently as Minho traces circles around the ridge connecting head to shaft. His hand clasps around Minho’s wrist but he neither pulls him away, nor urges him on. He just simply holds it, like he needs to touch Minho too.
Minho closes his mouth over Jonghyun’s as he shifts the arm that’s sandwiched between the mattress and Jonghyun’s waist and switches hands, lazily stroking Jonghyun’s cock as he leans back to his bedside table. After moments of blankly searching, he locates the bottle of lube and returns his attention to Jonghyun.
Jonghyun’s eyes snap open at the sound of the cap flicking open, but his features soften once he feels a slick finger press against his entrance. Minho’s breathing becomes shallow as he breaches the first ring of muscle, revelling in the searing heat, and presumes that Jonghyun loves the feeling too by the way he sucks fervently on Minho’s tongue. He plunges a second finger in after a while, and Jonghyun can then no longer hold the kiss, head dropping onto the pillow as he arches his back, pressing his ass against Minho’s fingers, trying to suck him deeper inside. Minho can hear cloth rend and it barely registers in Minho’s mind that Jonghyun is chewing on it, grinding his teeth against the fabric to stop him from crying out, before Minho is desperately scissoring his fingers, nipping at Jonghyun’s shoulders, trying to communicate how much he needs to be inside Jonghyun, how thick his lust is for him.
“Minho~” Jonghyun’s words are a plea and Minho is more than happy to oblige. Retrieving his hand from inside Jonghyun, Minho catches onto the frail fabric of his boxers and rips them free in one swift jerk.
“It’s alright, baby, I’ve got you.” Minho assures, slicking his cock up with lube and aligning it with Jonghyun’s entrance. Minho curves his hand around the underside of Jonghyun’s knee, lifting his leg up, and a groan catches in his throat as he enters Jonghyun from behind in one smooth stroke. Jonghyun whimpers and Minho pauses, fearing that he’s hurting too much, but then Jonghyun pushes back against him, sucking Minho’s cock deeper, and Minho grunts as he slowly starts to thrust his cock in and out.
“Does it feel good?” Minho asks, breathless, as he latches his lips onto Jonghyun’s shoulder and nibbles on the flesh as he pumps his cock inside, each thrust more desperate than the last.
“Mmmmm...” Jonghyun purrs, not even able to string a sentence together at this point. Jonghyun’s muscles clench around Minho’s cock as he meets Minho’s thrusts, shuddering in his arms, throwing his head back and exposing his neck fully for Minho. He was captivated in lust, a smirk playing on his face, lids fluttering with every push and pull of Minho's cock, and without even thinking, Minho sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin, sucking roughly as his head spins, the overwhelming need for release overriding all other thoughts. Minho curls his fingers around Jonghyun’s cock again, working his hand over the shaft, as his other hand leaves Jonghyun’s knee to wander up to an erect nipple, tweaking it and tracing circles on the surrounding skin, experimenting and gauging Jonghyun’s reaction when he shifts slightly and presses his cock in deeper. The response is instantaneous; Jonghyun crying out, the muscles in his neck tense and vein protruding.
“You like that, hmm?” The growl that Minho emits is feral as he hungrily seeks out Jonghyun’s lips, immediately plunging his tongue inside, tugging on Jonghyun’s lower lip with his teeth, working his fist around Jonghyun’s cock faster, feeling his impending orgasm creep up on him. He returns his hand to the underside of Jonghyun’s knee, spreading his legs wider, desperately slamming into him, the elicit sound of skin slapping against skin jarring against Minho’s ears.
Jonghyun moans deep from his throat and reaches up, arching against Minho so he can reach his hair, running his fingers through the soft locks, then catches hold of him and tugs on the strands as he cums over Minho’s hand. Minho pulls his lips from Jonghyun’s and his thrusts turn erratic as he cums inside, grip tightening on Jonghyun’s knees as he slams in one last time with a low groan, body quivering with how strong his orgasm is.
Somewhere along the ride, the covers had slithered down past their hips and it has left them exposed to the cool night air. Minho shivers as he holds his cock at the base, slowly pulling out and sighs as he reaches down to cover them again. Jonghyun instantly curls his body against Minho’s, and Minho tugs him closer, wrapping his arms around him. He can already see Jonghyun drifting off as he places one last gentle kiss on his warm shoulder.