Two untitled drabbles [JongKey]
624w, NC-17
“My god you think we can do this now?” Key’s voice came out, raspy, at the same time as a deep sucking of air through nose and throat altogether.
His answer came in the sound of a fly being harshly pulled down. His fly.
The amount of air he had intake came out soundly, his hands pointlessly grasping the plain wooden surface behind him where he was currently being pinned to. He had been wanting that, and more importantly, wanting that to actually happen before they would get interrupted. It was almost a hopeless case; Key couldn’t even concentrate properly in Jonghyun’s hands creeping up inside his briefs - whoa, was he pantless already? Jonghyun’s getting faster by the day, Key mentally remarks, and his mind is prompt in adding that maybe he too was trying to get that done before someone opened that friggin’ door on them.
What is the fun of doing it like this?
There is some fun, oh yeah there is. Yeah, yeah, yeah oh god, Jjong… and Key wants to bang his head against the wood behind him, because he isn’t sure why his heart is beating so impossibly fast, but from past experiences he thinks it’s because he’s anticipating for the nuisance of a leader they have to fling that closet door open and gape at them, again. Though now, now he wishes that won’t happen, but he is sure it will, he is so sure. He can’t foresee what kind of reaction Onew would have seeing what Jonghyun was doing to him now. Only gaping would not quite do it.
Key bangs his head on the wood. When Jonghyun halts his movements halfway from taking him to the slit into his mouth and looks up, questioning eyes, Key moans as to pretend the self-harm was out of pleasure, and Jonghyun proceeds a tad bit more enthusiastically than just moments ago.
I’m traumatized, Key concludes squeezing his eyes shut even harder, making him feel aware of the pressure on his globes. But Jonghyun works unknowingly on distracting his mind from the imminence of being cut off his high by sudden clarity and a stuttering voice trying to apologize or make the situation less shocking for its own owner, or both, which is not going to happen exactly like this in case they get caught now. Because right now Jonghyun is sucking him off, and that Onew has never gotten to see before.
Jonghyun is swallowing him so deftly that Key doesn’t know why he can’t stop thinking of these things and direct his mind to the great pleasure that is being provided by Jonghyun’s tongue and lips, the sliding, the sucking, the friction. It’s been over five minutes, he very unsurely calculates. He won’t appear anymore now, Key hopes that’s not wishful thinking.
And so he relaxes, although immediately tensing again because Jonghyun is so fucking good, and fast, and warm. He coats his member with saliva, he pumps his head powerfully, and brings all Key’s thoughts and apprehensions to jumble together and become a heavy dough weighing in his skull. The second time he bangs his head against the wood and moans, it’s because he can’t hold his climax back any longer.
It’s hot inside the closet, really hot. This makes it all the more contrasting when there’s a sudden gush of cool air produced by the swinging of one of the double doors being open.
With the still ringing white noise in his ears, Key isn’t sure of what Onew was mumbling to himself before he settled his eyes on them. But the “Oh fuck” that he lets out when Jonghyun, that dumbhead boyfriend of his opens his mouth to speak,
that he is sure he heard.
-/-
736w, NC-17
Jonghyun knew his fever hadn't just increased unexplainably in a matter or seconds, and knew he wasn't delirious either.
"Key," he called tentatively, barely making it to look at the other boy who was currently stripping himself off his jeans. The white fabric of the mask he wore didn't help his attempt at being resolute or admonishing. "Key, do not come near me."
Key was deliberately ignoring him though. With nothing but his underwear on, the younger boy climbed onto his bed from the bottom and crawled on top of him, until covering Jonghyun's body with his own.
"You won't infect me, Jjong, don't worry, just don't talk."
Jonghyun's eyes widened. Key had lost his mind, that could only be it. But whatever Jonghyun intended saying in order to rebuke the other boy he just couldn't, because Key was already straddling his hips and unbuttoning his shirt.
Jonghyun's body was hot and tense, perspiring, and those could be simply the flu's symptoms but he knew better than that. He had been reposing for the last days for a quick, and thorough, recover from the swine flu, and the members paid him a visit as often as they could, Key more than the others for obvious reasons. But apparently, only seeing Jonghyun wasn't enough for the young rapper, and he took the chance that they were alone in Jonghyun's house to get what he had been wanting ever since Jonghyun left ill.
"I can't believe I can't kiss you," Key murmured against Jonghyun's chest, where he kissed and lapped hungrily. Jonghyun didn't know what to do, because the whole situation was crazier than the craziest of his fantasies. He couldn't quite process what had gotten into his lover to go and do what he was doing. But he couldn't help his own arousal either.
"Key, I don't know--"
"God, Jonghyun, don't talk, I can't risk shutting your mouth with my own however I'd wanna do that."
"You don't know what you're doing."
And Jonghyun thought Key really didn't know what he was doing when the younger began grinding his boner against Jonghyun's, thrusting like he could get passed the material of Jonghyun's shorts and his own briefs.
Jonghyun hissed and gripped Key's arms.
"Dammit, Kibum, wh-" But Key suddenly let his body fall flat on top of Jonghyun's and buried his face in the crook of the older's neck. He rocked his hips powerfully, eliciting loud groans from Jonghyun and having the vocalist's hands clutching at his bare back, scraping the skin until it get reddened.
"I need you so much," Key breathed hotly into Jonghyun's ear and the other only moaned in response. The ill boy reached both arms to grope Key's ass and pull him even closer, following his hips' steady movements. Key's cotton briefs were damp with sweat, as well as both their bodies, and Jonghyun felt a heat that could make him faint any moment now. They said you could get rid of a cold by sweltering, and Jonghyun thought if that was the case, he would be completely cured from the flu after this makeout session.
The rubbing of their clothed cocks was intense, almost painful for them, and maybe if he were allowed some time to even think about what they were doing, Jonghyun would jerk Key off and get the boy to do the same to him, but Key's urgence didn't give them a single moment of lucidness. The younger thrusted wantonly and panted hard, moaning occasionally in a desperate tone that made Jonghyun's heart twist inside him.
"Kibum," Jonghyun called feebly, and Key lifted his head to look at him. His face was entirely flushed and glistening with sweat, and his hazel eyes looked into his own with lust-filled, dilated pupils. Jonghyun never wished so much for the protection mask's true efficacy.
"Come for me, Jjong," Key whispered seductively, too near to Jonghyun's face to be safe. They locked hazy eyes, and it was too much for both.
With some more vigorous humping, Key got them coming shakily, intense and mind-blowing, moaning loud. Key didn't budge after their remarkable intercourse, and after some minutes Jonghyun began laughing heartily, shaking Key's body with it.
"You little crazy thing... what if you get the flu now?" he still laughed. Key lifted his head again just so Jonghyun could hear his answer.
"Guess what? You'll have to do the same, smarty."
“My god you think we can do this now?” Key’s voice came out, raspy, at the same time as a deep sucking of air through nose and throat altogether.
His answer came in the sound of a fly being harshly pulled down. His fly.
The amount of air he had intake came out soundly, his hands pointlessly grasping the plain wooden surface behind him where he was currently being pinned to. He had been wanting that, and more importantly, wanting that to actually happen before they would get interrupted. It was almost a hopeless case; Key couldn’t even concentrate properly in Jonghyun’s hands creeping up inside his briefs - whoa, was he pantless already? Jonghyun’s getting faster by the day, Key mentally remarks, and his mind is prompt in adding that maybe he too was trying to get that done before someone opened that friggin’ door on them.
What is the fun of doing it like this?
There is some fun, oh yeah there is. Yeah, yeah, yeah oh god, Jjong… and Key wants to bang his head against the wood behind him, because he isn’t sure why his heart is beating so impossibly fast, but from past experiences he thinks it’s because he’s anticipating for the nuisance of a leader they have to fling that closet door open and gape at them, again. Though now, now he wishes that won’t happen, but he is sure it will, he is so sure. He can’t foresee what kind of reaction Onew would have seeing what Jonghyun was doing to him now. Only gaping would not quite do it.
Key bangs his head on the wood. When Jonghyun halts his movements halfway from taking him to the slit into his mouth and looks up, questioning eyes, Key moans as to pretend the self-harm was out of pleasure, and Jonghyun proceeds a tad bit more enthusiastically than just moments ago.
I’m traumatized, Key concludes squeezing his eyes shut even harder, making him feel aware of the pressure on his globes. But Jonghyun works unknowingly on distracting his mind from the imminence of being cut off his high by sudden clarity and a stuttering voice trying to apologize or make the situation less shocking for its own owner, or both, which is not going to happen exactly like this in case they get caught now. Because right now Jonghyun is sucking him off, and that Onew has never gotten to see before.
Jonghyun is swallowing him so deftly that Key doesn’t know why he can’t stop thinking of these things and direct his mind to the great pleasure that is being provided by Jonghyun’s tongue and lips, the sliding, the sucking, the friction. It’s been over five minutes, he very unsurely calculates. He won’t appear anymore now, Key hopes that’s not wishful thinking.
And so he relaxes, although immediately tensing again because Jonghyun is so fucking good, and fast, and warm. He coats his member with saliva, he pumps his head powerfully, and brings all Key’s thoughts and apprehensions to jumble together and become a heavy dough weighing in his skull. The second time he bangs his head against the wood and moans, it’s because he can’t hold his climax back any longer.
It’s hot inside the closet, really hot. This makes it all the more contrasting when there’s a sudden gush of cool air produced by the swinging of one of the double doors being open.
With the still ringing white noise in his ears, Key isn’t sure of what Onew was mumbling to himself before he settled his eyes on them. But the “Oh fuck” that he lets out when Jonghyun, that dumbhead boyfriend of his opens his mouth to speak,
that he is sure he heard.
-/-
736w, NC-17
Jonghyun knew his fever hadn't just increased unexplainably in a matter or seconds, and knew he wasn't delirious either.
"Key," he called tentatively, barely making it to look at the other boy who was currently stripping himself off his jeans. The white fabric of the mask he wore didn't help his attempt at being resolute or admonishing. "Key, do not come near me."
Key was deliberately ignoring him though. With nothing but his underwear on, the younger boy climbed onto his bed from the bottom and crawled on top of him, until covering Jonghyun's body with his own.
"You won't infect me, Jjong, don't worry, just don't talk."
Jonghyun's eyes widened. Key had lost his mind, that could only be it. But whatever Jonghyun intended saying in order to rebuke the other boy he just couldn't, because Key was already straddling his hips and unbuttoning his shirt.
Jonghyun's body was hot and tense, perspiring, and those could be simply the flu's symptoms but he knew better than that. He had been reposing for the last days for a quick, and thorough, recover from the swine flu, and the members paid him a visit as often as they could, Key more than the others for obvious reasons. But apparently, only seeing Jonghyun wasn't enough for the young rapper, and he took the chance that they were alone in Jonghyun's house to get what he had been wanting ever since Jonghyun left ill.
"I can't believe I can't kiss you," Key murmured against Jonghyun's chest, where he kissed and lapped hungrily. Jonghyun didn't know what to do, because the whole situation was crazier than the craziest of his fantasies. He couldn't quite process what had gotten into his lover to go and do what he was doing. But he couldn't help his own arousal either.
"Key, I don't know--"
"God, Jonghyun, don't talk, I can't risk shutting your mouth with my own however I'd wanna do that."
"You don't know what you're doing."
And Jonghyun thought Key really didn't know what he was doing when the younger began grinding his boner against Jonghyun's, thrusting like he could get passed the material of Jonghyun's shorts and his own briefs.
Jonghyun hissed and gripped Key's arms.
"Dammit, Kibum, wh-" But Key suddenly let his body fall flat on top of Jonghyun's and buried his face in the crook of the older's neck. He rocked his hips powerfully, eliciting loud groans from Jonghyun and having the vocalist's hands clutching at his bare back, scraping the skin until it get reddened.
"I need you so much," Key breathed hotly into Jonghyun's ear and the other only moaned in response. The ill boy reached both arms to grope Key's ass and pull him even closer, following his hips' steady movements. Key's cotton briefs were damp with sweat, as well as both their bodies, and Jonghyun felt a heat that could make him faint any moment now. They said you could get rid of a cold by sweltering, and Jonghyun thought if that was the case, he would be completely cured from the flu after this makeout session.
The rubbing of their clothed cocks was intense, almost painful for them, and maybe if he were allowed some time to even think about what they were doing, Jonghyun would jerk Key off and get the boy to do the same to him, but Key's urgence didn't give them a single moment of lucidness. The younger thrusted wantonly and panted hard, moaning occasionally in a desperate tone that made Jonghyun's heart twist inside him.
"Kibum," Jonghyun called feebly, and Key lifted his head to look at him. His face was entirely flushed and glistening with sweat, and his hazel eyes looked into his own with lust-filled, dilated pupils. Jonghyun never wished so much for the protection mask's true efficacy.
"Come for me, Jjong," Key whispered seductively, too near to Jonghyun's face to be safe. They locked hazy eyes, and it was too much for both.
With some more vigorous humping, Key got them coming shakily, intense and mind-blowing, moaning loud. Key didn't budge after their remarkable intercourse, and after some minutes Jonghyun began laughing heartily, shaking Key's body with it.
"You little crazy thing... what if you get the flu now?" he still laughed. Key lifted his head again just so Jonghyun could hear his answer.
"Guess what? You'll have to do the same, smarty."