filthy
title: filthy
pairing: jonghyun/onew
rating: nc-17
word count: 535
summary: it's just plain filthy, the both of them.
A soft and whiny moan escapes Jinki’s throat as he braces himself for what is about to come.
His hair is splayed out on the pillow, just like he is on the bed. He doesn’t even know if it’s cum or the sweat that is sticking to his back but he doesn’t have it in him to complain, he doesn’t even the mental capacity at this moment to sound coherent.
Jinki covers his eyes with his free arm that isn’t wrapped snug around his own cock, that he rotates between fisting nice and slow and hard and fast, occasionally giving himself squeezes at the base because he rather not be punished for things ending too early.
Jonghyun believes that the best part about having Jinki like this, adulterated and uncensored, is when Jinki’s voice cracks. It isn’t like when they are on radio shows and it happens, this time it is inflicted by Jonghyun himself and he revels in just how debauched and all out of sorts he makes Jinki.
Jonghyun’s on his knees and he is slightly hunched over as he pulls Jinki’s legs, by his thighs, over his shoulder having Jinki’s backside not touching the bed mostly. He leans in, giving each of Jinki’s thighs tentative kisses and then just when he is about to stop, he gives a particular hard suck that he knows will leave a beautiful mark of his everlasting love and lust for the older.
Through short wrecked sobs from the man underneath him, Jonghyun somehow whispers endearing profanities that set Jinki’s spine on fire, that has his entrance aching to be filled, that has him craving more than he’d be willing to admit.
Jonghyun catches sight of Jinki trying to cover his mouth as he works his fingers inside him. One becomes two and eventually two becomes three. On the third finger, Jinki is pushing his hips up erratically trying to get more of what he wants so desperately which almost sends Jonghyun over the edge. Jonghyun, to stop himself, wraps his free hand that isn’t fucking Jinki, around his cock giving a particular tight squeeze so he could hold off just a bit longer.
“Look at you, beyond desperate and needy. Like a slut, my slut.” Jonghyun enunciates carefully, barely over a whisper but Jinki can hear him and that’s all that matters. In response, Jinki does cry out at the loss of Jonghyun’s fingers, feeling empty.
Jinki’s face is flushed and his lips are bruised and puffy, just like his eyes, from crying out in pleasure. His grip tightens on the sheets as he feels Jonghyun slowly but surely ease his way inside of him. The burn is the best part, Jinki thinks. Having something so thick, something so foreign enter your most intimate place is what he loves the most. The burn, sometimes, is almost better than the pleasure itself but Jinki will never tell.
He will show it though, as he pushes up on Jonghyun’s cock. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t notice the hurt look on Jonghyun’s face, the hurt look of wanting something so bad and finally having it and trying not to let it end so quickly, trying to savor it.
pairing: jonghyun/onew
rating: nc-17
word count: 535
summary: it's just plain filthy, the both of them.
A soft and whiny moan escapes Jinki’s throat as he braces himself for what is about to come.
His hair is splayed out on the pillow, just like he is on the bed. He doesn’t even know if it’s cum or the sweat that is sticking to his back but he doesn’t have it in him to complain, he doesn’t even the mental capacity at this moment to sound coherent.
Jinki covers his eyes with his free arm that isn’t wrapped snug around his own cock, that he rotates between fisting nice and slow and hard and fast, occasionally giving himself squeezes at the base because he rather not be punished for things ending too early.
Jonghyun believes that the best part about having Jinki like this, adulterated and uncensored, is when Jinki’s voice cracks. It isn’t like when they are on radio shows and it happens, this time it is inflicted by Jonghyun himself and he revels in just how debauched and all out of sorts he makes Jinki.
Jonghyun’s on his knees and he is slightly hunched over as he pulls Jinki’s legs, by his thighs, over his shoulder having Jinki’s backside not touching the bed mostly. He leans in, giving each of Jinki’s thighs tentative kisses and then just when he is about to stop, he gives a particular hard suck that he knows will leave a beautiful mark of his everlasting love and lust for the older.
Through short wrecked sobs from the man underneath him, Jonghyun somehow whispers endearing profanities that set Jinki’s spine on fire, that has his entrance aching to be filled, that has him craving more than he’d be willing to admit.
Jonghyun catches sight of Jinki trying to cover his mouth as he works his fingers inside him. One becomes two and eventually two becomes three. On the third finger, Jinki is pushing his hips up erratically trying to get more of what he wants so desperately which almost sends Jonghyun over the edge. Jonghyun, to stop himself, wraps his free hand that isn’t fucking Jinki, around his cock giving a particular tight squeeze so he could hold off just a bit longer.
“Look at you, beyond desperate and needy. Like a slut, my slut.” Jonghyun enunciates carefully, barely over a whisper but Jinki can hear him and that’s all that matters. In response, Jinki does cry out at the loss of Jonghyun’s fingers, feeling empty.
Jinki’s face is flushed and his lips are bruised and puffy, just like his eyes, from crying out in pleasure. His grip tightens on the sheets as he feels Jonghyun slowly but surely ease his way inside of him. The burn is the best part, Jinki thinks. Having something so thick, something so foreign enter your most intimate place is what he loves the most. The burn, sometimes, is almost better than the pleasure itself but Jinki will never tell.
He will show it though, as he pushes up on Jonghyun’s cock. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t notice the hurt look on Jonghyun’s face, the hurt look of wanting something so bad and finally having it and trying not to let it end so quickly, trying to savor it.