For everyone: Aftermath
For: Everyone
Author: thesockmonster
Title: Aftermath
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongdae/Minseok
Word count: 3300w
Warnings: Vampires, minor character death
Summary: Jongdae has gotten used to taking care of Minseok.
It's nearly four in the morning and Jongdae is bored out of his mind. He picks at the skin around his fingernails, heaving out a loud sigh as he lifts his foot and kicks the side of the lifeless body currently laying on a metal slab in the backroom of a morgue. There are many other, far more exciting things Jongdae could be doing with his time, but no. He's stuck waiting for this asshole to wake up.
The body in question is naked, the standard paper covering now on the floor because Jongdae had gotten sick of looking at it after an hour. Everything in this place is white-washed, dreary and abysmally boring. After poking his nose into the storage refrigerators out of curiosity and finding nothing more than an old man who'd had a heart attack, Jongdae had settled for glaring at his friend with the ferocity of an untamed predator.
The numerous bullet wounds that had once riddled the torso of this particular body are now mostly healed, faint red marks left behind that will also fade soon enough. Jongdae wants him to be completely healed before he punches a new hole in his chest for acting like an idiot and getting himself into such trouble.
It takes another half an hour before there's movement. A groan pierces through the silence of the room and the man finally sits up, cradling his head in his hands. "What the fuck hit me?" Minseok rumbles, the table squeaking as he turns to dangle his legs over the side.
"Two cop cars, a tree and several clips of bullets," Jongdae lists, arms crossed over his chest as he regards Minseok with an exasperated look of disappointment. "You've been out for six hours. Were you joy riding again or was this purely business?"
Minseok looks up, his irises a vibrant red and pallor sickeningly white. "Depends," Minseok answers, voice raspy. "Was the porsche totaled?"
Minseok needs to feed before he can recover fully and Jongdae, no matter how irritated he is, reaches out to steady Minseok as he stands on shaky legs. "Nearly ripped in half," Jongdae informs him.
Minseok's smile is blinding and a little feral; his canines have elongated, the tips glinting harsh under the fluorescent lighting. He definitely needs to feed. "Then yes, joy riding."
"Revenge riding," Jongdae corrects with a snort. "Business and pleasure." There's a bag of clothing Jongdae brought with him and he hands it to Minseok, keeping him from toppling over as he slowly dresses. Jongdae ends up having to push Minseok's hands away to get the button on his jeans done because he's trembling, too weak to do it himself.
"Come on," Jongdae coaxes, a firm grip on Minseok to guide him toward the back door. He'd taken the alarm out earlier, disabled the cameras so they wouldn't have any issues because a corpse coming back to life and walking out on its own - especially when said dead man is a criminal - might raise a few red flags.
Jongdae's car is a few blocks down and the pair keep to the shadows along the way, Minseok listing against Jongdae more and more the further they go. He has to peel Minseok away to push him into the back seat, amused at how Minseok hits the leather like dead weight, face down and feet raising so Jongdae can shut the door. Such a champ.
Playing it safe, Jongdae drives toward the opposite side of the city to begin the hunt. No one is going to be on the lookout for an escaped corpse, but Jongdae doesn't want to attract any unnecessary attention either.
"Come on, Seok," Jongdae grunts as he pulls Minseok out of the car by his ankles. "Let's find you a nice junkie to fill up on."
Minseok lands on the dirty sidewalk with a pained groan, turning his head to give Jongdae a glare. Jongdae shrugs, unrepentant.
"Will you stop acting like a little bitch if I let you tag along next time?" Minseok mutters with a scowl, gingerly picking himself up off the pavement.
Jongdae peers inquisitively at Minseok for a moment before walking off toward a promising side street. "Was the job just the car or were you banging the wife too?" Jongdae asks flippantly.
Minseok stumbles to his side, a hand on Jongdae's arm to stop him. "Is that what this is about? Jealousy?"
Jongdae rolls his eyes. "Please," he huffs. "This is about me sitting in a morgue for hours while waiting for your frigid ass to heal," he explains. Jongdae refuses to acknowledge that the idea of Minseok pleasing some middle-aged human woman who just wants to piss off her cheating husband by wrecking his favorite toy makes his stomach churn and his urge to kill rise.
Minseok pouts, the luscious swell of his lower lip sticking out as a temptation that falls short of actually tempting Jongdae because it's not pink like it should be. It reminds Jongdae that he still needs to find someone for Minseok to eat before he's too weak to do anything but lay down and waste away.
"Come on," Jongdae sighs, grabbing Minseok to pull him along. Minseok makes a quiet distressed noise as he teeters off balance before righting himself, following without another word.
This side of town is more low key, even the police tip-toeing around the neighborhoods, and it's the perfect place to slink around without notice. The first person that approaches is good enough and Jongdae has the man cornered in a heartbeat, head jerked to the side only a moment later. Minseok descends on his prey in an instant, teeth sinking easily through soft skin.
The smell of blood hits the air and Jongdae feels the burn in the back of his throat, the one he'd forgotten about until now. Minseok had been a higher priority, but now Minseok is fine, better than fine even because he's moaning as he drinks, holding up the man's weight on his own. Jongdae means to back away, search out his own meal, but Minseok finds his wrist, tugging him toward him.
When Minseok pulls off to stare at Jongdae, his eyes are deep crimson and a trickle of blood runs down his chin. Jongdae wants to lick it off. "Drink with me," Minseok offers.
Jongdae allows Minseok to draw him in, Minseok's fingers tangled in the back of Jongdae's hair as Jongdae fits beside him. Minseok goes back to his spot, leaving Jongdae to push his face to the other side of the man's neck before biting. The first spurt of blood has Jongdae humming, pleased, and Minseok's fingers tighten possessively.
Between the two of them, they drain the man dry, letting his body slip from their hold and down the wall, eyes glazed over in death. Even in the darkness, Jongdae can tell that Minseok is back to himself, can feel the strength that's returned to him because Minseok wastes no time pushing Jongdae against faded brick to kiss him. Minseok's teeth scrape harsh over Jongdae's lip, his tongue darting out to taste the blood still lingering in Jongdae's mouth before pulling away.
"Let's go home," Minseok says and Jongdae is all too willing to comply.
This time it's Minseok behind the wheel, his eyes trained on the road and driving far faster than the speed limit. He's anxious to get home; they both are. Minseok has always been the riskier of the two of them, always getting himself into trouble in one way or another. Lately, he’s been selling his services to the upper class, performing outrageous stunts for revenge on cheating spouses or scaring businessmen into selling their companies or whatever else those crazy people require of him. He makes good money, but at what cost?
Vampires may be practically immortal, but that doesn’t mean Minseok won’t manage to lose his head pulling some idiotic move like leading the cops on a high-speed chase before wrapping some fancy ass fucking car around a tree. Jongdae and Minseok have been together for centuries and the idea of losing Minseok fucking terrifies him.
It’s why Jongdae is always there to clean up the mess, to pick Minseok up and put him back together. No one knows Jongdae like Minseok. Plus, Jongdae’s stupid in love with Minseok and has been for far longer than he can recall.
It’s why Jongdae pushes at Minseok when he tries to close in for a kiss just after they get home, safe inside their apartment a few cities from where they’d been. “You’re so fucking stupid,” he hisses, shoving at Minseok’s chest again just for good measure.
Minseok tilts his head, raising a hand to brush his fingertips over Jongdae’s cheek, sweep them back to curl around his neck. Jongdae huffs in annoyance, grasping at the fabric of Minseok’s shirt to pull him in again, letting Minseok kiss him this time. He can’t stand how crazy Minseok makes him, but he’s also unwilling to stay mad at him for being himself.
Minseok’s reckless behavior is one of the things that drew Jongdae to him and even if it sometimes scares him, he never wants Minseok to change. He loves the way Minseok gets into trouble, crawls his way unscathed - usually - from the burning remnants and walks off with a pleased smile on his face.
Minseok's thigh wedges securely between Jongdae's legs, pressing hard as Jongdae gasps, feeling the wall behind him beginning to give at the force Minseok is exerting to keep him still. Jongdae swipes his tongue over the sharp points of Minseok's teeth and Minseok growls as Jongdae grins, rolling his hips up. Fresh blood always brings with it a little buzz and Jongdae is more than willing to sink into it, let himself go.
The solid weight against Jongdae is gone in a moment and his eyes snap open to see the teasing look on Minseok's face, the promise in his eyes. He crooks his finger, slowly backing away and Jongdae follows, helpless to resist.
Like a puppet on strings, Jongdae moves as Minseok wants him to, stopping only long enough to slide his hand appreciatively over Minseok’s ass before he settles on the bed. Jongdae rests on his elbows, legs spread wide and eyebrows raised expectantly as Minseok stares down at him, licking his lips. Jongdae wants that mouth on him and he hooks his foot behind Minseok’s knee, pulling hard enough to have Minseok falling over him.
“Impatient,” Minseok laughs, but he’s the one with his hands running underneath Jongdae’s shirt and up his sides, nosing his way along the column of Jongdae’s throat to nip lightly at his jaw.
Jongdae tips his head back, hands finding purchase on Minseok’s sides just as Minseok bites. The action brings with it a surge of physical desire that clouds Jongdae’s mind, has him gasping for unneeded air as Minseok moans against him, rocking their hips together.
Minseok’s lips are stained red when he pulls away and Jongdae lifts to lick it away, frantically working to rid himself - and Minseok - of their clothing. He cares little for ripped seams and irreparable holes when Minseok won’t stop touching him, thumbs pressed hard in the dip of Jongdae’s hips to slide him where he wants. Jongdae is putty in his hands, always has been.
“My pretty little work of art,” Minseok praises just before slipping down to run his mouth over the crown of Jongdae’s cock. His fingers dig into the back of Jongdae’s thighs, pushing his legs up and open wider.
Minseok’s mouth is one of the few things that can render Jongdae speechless. His lips wrap wet and tight around Jongdae’s cock, sinking lower as his tongue flattens along the shaft. It takes only a few bobs of Minseok’s head for Jongdae to harden fully and Minseok grins up at him, his mouth full of cock and eyes dark, teasing. Jongdae thrusts once to wipe that smugness away and all he gets is a vibrating moan as the tip of his cock hits against Minseok’s throat.
One of many perks of not needing to breathe is that there’s no need to stop, to take a break to gulp down air before starting again. Jongdae feels Minseok’s mouth go slack around him and he reaches down to thread fingers through the soft strands of Minseok’s hair before fucking into his mouth with enthusiasm. Minseok’s grip on Jongdae’s thighs tightens even as Jongdae goes faster, lost in the heat, in the addictive sensation of Minseok’s lips suctioned around his cock and how his tongue never stops moving.
Jongdae lets out a soft hiss of disappointment when Minseok eventually pulls off, his lips swollen and slick. It’s Minseok who crawls up to kiss Jongdae, licking into Jongdae’s mouth with a moan. Jongdae reaches between them, fisting Minseok’s cock, pumping a few times before pausing long enough to get his hand around both their cocks, squeezing them together. Minseok stutter fucks through Jongdae’s fingers, whispering to Jongdae how amazing he feels against him, groaning about how hard he’s going to fuck him.
“Then fuck me,” Jongdae challenges, wrist twisting and hand catching on the crown of Minseok’s cock a little too tight.
Less than a moment later, Jongdae is flipped onto his hands and knees, Minseok’s knees forcing his legs apart as a hand settles on the back of Jongdae’s neck to push his head into a pillow. His ass is high in the air and Jongdae curves his spine down, wiggling his hips because he knows how sexy he is, how to drive Minseok crazy. He gets a hard slap on his thigh. Minseok thumbs over it roughly, the pain jolting through Jongdae as his cock twitches.
Jongdae has to grip the sheets, feeling the fabric tear in his hold when Minseok plunges two slick fingers into his ass at once, stretching him open. The burn simmers in Jongdae’s belly, only makes him ache more for the thickness of Minseok’s cock to fill him until he can’t stand it. It doesn’t matter how many times they do this, Jongdae will never get enough.
The press of Minseok’s cock against his rim has Jongdae’s legs slipping further apart on the sheets, his hips rocking back to take him in. It’s a wet slide, one that has Jongdae groaning into the pillow beneath him. Minseok's hands curve around Jongdae's waist, pulling him back until his ass is flush with Minseok's hips, cocked buried as deep as it can go. Jongdae clenches around it, rocking lightly just to feel the way it shifts inside him, hear the low rumble of Minseok's pleasured moan die in his throat.
Jongdae may fall apart easily under Minseok's control, but it's not a one way street. He knows how to display himself, fuck himself on Minseok's cock in just the right way to have Minseok falling over his back, mouthing mindlessly at the jut of Jongdae's shoulder blades as Jongdae uses him to get off. The weight of Minseok on his back is welcome and Jongdae works himself back and forth on Minseok's cock quicker and quicker, a slave to the pleasure it brings.
Minseok joins in minutes later, thrusting forward as Jongdae pushes back and it sends Jongdae's head reeling, his arms nearly giving out at the strength. Minseok's bony hips dig into Jongdae's thighs, would leave bruises behind if Jongdae weren't immune to such human injuries. The red marks that blossom on his skin fade within moments even if Minseok seems intent on making them more permanent. Jongdae would tattoo the imprints of Minseok's fingers on his hips if the ink wouldn’t be forced from his skin to be washed away.
"Wanna see you," Minseok whispers against the shell of Jongdae's ear. It's the only warning Jongdae gets before cool air rushes over him, Minseok lifting away from him long enough to flip him onto his back.
Jongdae sits up as Minseok comes for him, knocking Minseok on his ass so he can sit in Minseok's lap, sinking down on his cock eagerly. One of Minseok's hands cups Jongdae's neck as the other teases between his legs, fingertips light on the length of Jongdae's cock before they're brushing along his balls.
Minseok's teeth scrape underneath Jongdae's jaw, Jongdae's head tipped back and mouth slack as he bounces on Minseok's cock, relishing the friction, the heat, the pleasure that shoots through him every time he's filled. With Minseok he's complete and he goes faster, arms around Minseok's sturdy shoulders for leverage.
Minseok leaves scratches down Jongdae's sides, welts that threaten to drip red before healing closed. The pain sears through him, Jongdae hissing even as his cock throbs and Minseok grins knowingly, squeezing around the base.
Jongdae could do this for hours - has fucked himself on Minseok's cock for hours before - but Minseok plays dirty. His hand slips down to where Jongdae is speared open, fingers pushing on his rim as Jongdae stutters, his weight falling forward at the added pressure.
"How long can you last like this?" Minseok teases, one finger now wiggling inside next to his cock, stretching Jongdae open further.
Jongdae clamps down with a loud moan, vision going hazy. In an effort to appear unaffected, he doesn't slow his pace, tries to push down the noises that want to crawl up his throat and spill into the air. And Minseok knows it. There's a smug smile on his lips when he fits a second finger into Jongdae's ass.
Jongdae curses Minseok as he comes between them, strings of white painting along Minseok's stomach and arm. His thighs lock and he can't help the way he trembles, every shocking wave spreading through him entirely. Even in the rush of coming, Jongdae's still a little irritated at Minseok for ending it so soon. He scrapes his teeth along Minseok's neck, not piercing through the skin, but coming close.
Jongdae is satisfied when Minseok grabs him around the waist with both hands, his grip painful and uncontrolled as he pistons his cock into Jongdae only a few more times before coming. Jongdae can feel the way he throbs inside him, enjoys how Minseok holds him close until he's spent.
"I should have expected that," Minseok admits with a soft laugh.
Jongdae rests his head on Minseok's shoulder, lazily rocking his hips because once is never enough. Not when they have the stamina to go for days. It isn't long before Minseok is aiding Jongdae's movements, picking up the speed as his cock hardens inside him. Jongdae experimentally lifts and drops, moaning at the drag of Minseok's cock along his rim.
Minseok pushes Jongdae onto his back, folding Jongdae's legs to his chest. His eyes are dark and his smile is feral, predatory when he fucks into Jongdae hard and brutally fast. It's going to be a long day.
Minseok is leaning against the doorframe, a pair of unfamiliar car keys looped around his finger. He's playing with them, eyeing Jongdae from his position on the couch as Jongdae quirks an eyebrow at him in question.
"Want to come with me this time? I promise no police."
Jongdae laughs. "That's a promise you're going to break."
Minseok shrugs, knowing that Jongdae is probably right. "Is that a no?"
Jongdae eyes Minseok, taking in the way his well defined legs are currently on display in a tight pair of leather pants and he thinks about those thighs wrapped around him as he fucks Minseok in the back of some asshole CEO's prized car.
"Count me in."
Author: thesockmonster
Title: Aftermath
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongdae/Minseok
Word count: 3300w
Warnings: Vampires, minor character death
Summary: Jongdae has gotten used to taking care of Minseok.
It's nearly four in the morning and Jongdae is bored out of his mind. He picks at the skin around his fingernails, heaving out a loud sigh as he lifts his foot and kicks the side of the lifeless body currently laying on a metal slab in the backroom of a morgue. There are many other, far more exciting things Jongdae could be doing with his time, but no. He's stuck waiting for this asshole to wake up.
The body in question is naked, the standard paper covering now on the floor because Jongdae had gotten sick of looking at it after an hour. Everything in this place is white-washed, dreary and abysmally boring. After poking his nose into the storage refrigerators out of curiosity and finding nothing more than an old man who'd had a heart attack, Jongdae had settled for glaring at his friend with the ferocity of an untamed predator.
The numerous bullet wounds that had once riddled the torso of this particular body are now mostly healed, faint red marks left behind that will also fade soon enough. Jongdae wants him to be completely healed before he punches a new hole in his chest for acting like an idiot and getting himself into such trouble.
It takes another half an hour before there's movement. A groan pierces through the silence of the room and the man finally sits up, cradling his head in his hands. "What the fuck hit me?" Minseok rumbles, the table squeaking as he turns to dangle his legs over the side.
"Two cop cars, a tree and several clips of bullets," Jongdae lists, arms crossed over his chest as he regards Minseok with an exasperated look of disappointment. "You've been out for six hours. Were you joy riding again or was this purely business?"
Minseok looks up, his irises a vibrant red and pallor sickeningly white. "Depends," Minseok answers, voice raspy. "Was the porsche totaled?"
Minseok needs to feed before he can recover fully and Jongdae, no matter how irritated he is, reaches out to steady Minseok as he stands on shaky legs. "Nearly ripped in half," Jongdae informs him.
Minseok's smile is blinding and a little feral; his canines have elongated, the tips glinting harsh under the fluorescent lighting. He definitely needs to feed. "Then yes, joy riding."
"Revenge riding," Jongdae corrects with a snort. "Business and pleasure." There's a bag of clothing Jongdae brought with him and he hands it to Minseok, keeping him from toppling over as he slowly dresses. Jongdae ends up having to push Minseok's hands away to get the button on his jeans done because he's trembling, too weak to do it himself.
"Come on," Jongdae coaxes, a firm grip on Minseok to guide him toward the back door. He'd taken the alarm out earlier, disabled the cameras so they wouldn't have any issues because a corpse coming back to life and walking out on its own - especially when said dead man is a criminal - might raise a few red flags.
Jongdae's car is a few blocks down and the pair keep to the shadows along the way, Minseok listing against Jongdae more and more the further they go. He has to peel Minseok away to push him into the back seat, amused at how Minseok hits the leather like dead weight, face down and feet raising so Jongdae can shut the door. Such a champ.
Playing it safe, Jongdae drives toward the opposite side of the city to begin the hunt. No one is going to be on the lookout for an escaped corpse, but Jongdae doesn't want to attract any unnecessary attention either.
"Come on, Seok," Jongdae grunts as he pulls Minseok out of the car by his ankles. "Let's find you a nice junkie to fill up on."
Minseok lands on the dirty sidewalk with a pained groan, turning his head to give Jongdae a glare. Jongdae shrugs, unrepentant.
"Will you stop acting like a little bitch if I let you tag along next time?" Minseok mutters with a scowl, gingerly picking himself up off the pavement.
Jongdae peers inquisitively at Minseok for a moment before walking off toward a promising side street. "Was the job just the car or were you banging the wife too?" Jongdae asks flippantly.
Minseok stumbles to his side, a hand on Jongdae's arm to stop him. "Is that what this is about? Jealousy?"
Jongdae rolls his eyes. "Please," he huffs. "This is about me sitting in a morgue for hours while waiting for your frigid ass to heal," he explains. Jongdae refuses to acknowledge that the idea of Minseok pleasing some middle-aged human woman who just wants to piss off her cheating husband by wrecking his favorite toy makes his stomach churn and his urge to kill rise.
Minseok pouts, the luscious swell of his lower lip sticking out as a temptation that falls short of actually tempting Jongdae because it's not pink like it should be. It reminds Jongdae that he still needs to find someone for Minseok to eat before he's too weak to do anything but lay down and waste away.
"Come on," Jongdae sighs, grabbing Minseok to pull him along. Minseok makes a quiet distressed noise as he teeters off balance before righting himself, following without another word.
This side of town is more low key, even the police tip-toeing around the neighborhoods, and it's the perfect place to slink around without notice. The first person that approaches is good enough and Jongdae has the man cornered in a heartbeat, head jerked to the side only a moment later. Minseok descends on his prey in an instant, teeth sinking easily through soft skin.
The smell of blood hits the air and Jongdae feels the burn in the back of his throat, the one he'd forgotten about until now. Minseok had been a higher priority, but now Minseok is fine, better than fine even because he's moaning as he drinks, holding up the man's weight on his own. Jongdae means to back away, search out his own meal, but Minseok finds his wrist, tugging him toward him.
When Minseok pulls off to stare at Jongdae, his eyes are deep crimson and a trickle of blood runs down his chin. Jongdae wants to lick it off. "Drink with me," Minseok offers.
Jongdae allows Minseok to draw him in, Minseok's fingers tangled in the back of Jongdae's hair as Jongdae fits beside him. Minseok goes back to his spot, leaving Jongdae to push his face to the other side of the man's neck before biting. The first spurt of blood has Jongdae humming, pleased, and Minseok's fingers tighten possessively.
Between the two of them, they drain the man dry, letting his body slip from their hold and down the wall, eyes glazed over in death. Even in the darkness, Jongdae can tell that Minseok is back to himself, can feel the strength that's returned to him because Minseok wastes no time pushing Jongdae against faded brick to kiss him. Minseok's teeth scrape harsh over Jongdae's lip, his tongue darting out to taste the blood still lingering in Jongdae's mouth before pulling away.
"Let's go home," Minseok says and Jongdae is all too willing to comply.
This time it's Minseok behind the wheel, his eyes trained on the road and driving far faster than the speed limit. He's anxious to get home; they both are. Minseok has always been the riskier of the two of them, always getting himself into trouble in one way or another. Lately, he’s been selling his services to the upper class, performing outrageous stunts for revenge on cheating spouses or scaring businessmen into selling their companies or whatever else those crazy people require of him. He makes good money, but at what cost?
Vampires may be practically immortal, but that doesn’t mean Minseok won’t manage to lose his head pulling some idiotic move like leading the cops on a high-speed chase before wrapping some fancy ass fucking car around a tree. Jongdae and Minseok have been together for centuries and the idea of losing Minseok fucking terrifies him.
It’s why Jongdae is always there to clean up the mess, to pick Minseok up and put him back together. No one knows Jongdae like Minseok. Plus, Jongdae’s stupid in love with Minseok and has been for far longer than he can recall.
It’s why Jongdae pushes at Minseok when he tries to close in for a kiss just after they get home, safe inside their apartment a few cities from where they’d been. “You’re so fucking stupid,” he hisses, shoving at Minseok’s chest again just for good measure.
Minseok tilts his head, raising a hand to brush his fingertips over Jongdae’s cheek, sweep them back to curl around his neck. Jongdae huffs in annoyance, grasping at the fabric of Minseok’s shirt to pull him in again, letting Minseok kiss him this time. He can’t stand how crazy Minseok makes him, but he’s also unwilling to stay mad at him for being himself.
Minseok’s reckless behavior is one of the things that drew Jongdae to him and even if it sometimes scares him, he never wants Minseok to change. He loves the way Minseok gets into trouble, crawls his way unscathed - usually - from the burning remnants and walks off with a pleased smile on his face.
Minseok's thigh wedges securely between Jongdae's legs, pressing hard as Jongdae gasps, feeling the wall behind him beginning to give at the force Minseok is exerting to keep him still. Jongdae swipes his tongue over the sharp points of Minseok's teeth and Minseok growls as Jongdae grins, rolling his hips up. Fresh blood always brings with it a little buzz and Jongdae is more than willing to sink into it, let himself go.
The solid weight against Jongdae is gone in a moment and his eyes snap open to see the teasing look on Minseok's face, the promise in his eyes. He crooks his finger, slowly backing away and Jongdae follows, helpless to resist.
Like a puppet on strings, Jongdae moves as Minseok wants him to, stopping only long enough to slide his hand appreciatively over Minseok’s ass before he settles on the bed. Jongdae rests on his elbows, legs spread wide and eyebrows raised expectantly as Minseok stares down at him, licking his lips. Jongdae wants that mouth on him and he hooks his foot behind Minseok’s knee, pulling hard enough to have Minseok falling over him.
“Impatient,” Minseok laughs, but he’s the one with his hands running underneath Jongdae’s shirt and up his sides, nosing his way along the column of Jongdae’s throat to nip lightly at his jaw.
Jongdae tips his head back, hands finding purchase on Minseok’s sides just as Minseok bites. The action brings with it a surge of physical desire that clouds Jongdae’s mind, has him gasping for unneeded air as Minseok moans against him, rocking their hips together.
Minseok’s lips are stained red when he pulls away and Jongdae lifts to lick it away, frantically working to rid himself - and Minseok - of their clothing. He cares little for ripped seams and irreparable holes when Minseok won’t stop touching him, thumbs pressed hard in the dip of Jongdae’s hips to slide him where he wants. Jongdae is putty in his hands, always has been.
“My pretty little work of art,” Minseok praises just before slipping down to run his mouth over the crown of Jongdae’s cock. His fingers dig into the back of Jongdae’s thighs, pushing his legs up and open wider.
Minseok’s mouth is one of the few things that can render Jongdae speechless. His lips wrap wet and tight around Jongdae’s cock, sinking lower as his tongue flattens along the shaft. It takes only a few bobs of Minseok’s head for Jongdae to harden fully and Minseok grins up at him, his mouth full of cock and eyes dark, teasing. Jongdae thrusts once to wipe that smugness away and all he gets is a vibrating moan as the tip of his cock hits against Minseok’s throat.
One of many perks of not needing to breathe is that there’s no need to stop, to take a break to gulp down air before starting again. Jongdae feels Minseok’s mouth go slack around him and he reaches down to thread fingers through the soft strands of Minseok’s hair before fucking into his mouth with enthusiasm. Minseok’s grip on Jongdae’s thighs tightens even as Jongdae goes faster, lost in the heat, in the addictive sensation of Minseok’s lips suctioned around his cock and how his tongue never stops moving.
Jongdae lets out a soft hiss of disappointment when Minseok eventually pulls off, his lips swollen and slick. It’s Minseok who crawls up to kiss Jongdae, licking into Jongdae’s mouth with a moan. Jongdae reaches between them, fisting Minseok’s cock, pumping a few times before pausing long enough to get his hand around both their cocks, squeezing them together. Minseok stutter fucks through Jongdae’s fingers, whispering to Jongdae how amazing he feels against him, groaning about how hard he’s going to fuck him.
“Then fuck me,” Jongdae challenges, wrist twisting and hand catching on the crown of Minseok’s cock a little too tight.
Less than a moment later, Jongdae is flipped onto his hands and knees, Minseok’s knees forcing his legs apart as a hand settles on the back of Jongdae’s neck to push his head into a pillow. His ass is high in the air and Jongdae curves his spine down, wiggling his hips because he knows how sexy he is, how to drive Minseok crazy. He gets a hard slap on his thigh. Minseok thumbs over it roughly, the pain jolting through Jongdae as his cock twitches.
Jongdae has to grip the sheets, feeling the fabric tear in his hold when Minseok plunges two slick fingers into his ass at once, stretching him open. The burn simmers in Jongdae’s belly, only makes him ache more for the thickness of Minseok’s cock to fill him until he can’t stand it. It doesn’t matter how many times they do this, Jongdae will never get enough.
The press of Minseok’s cock against his rim has Jongdae’s legs slipping further apart on the sheets, his hips rocking back to take him in. It’s a wet slide, one that has Jongdae groaning into the pillow beneath him. Minseok's hands curve around Jongdae's waist, pulling him back until his ass is flush with Minseok's hips, cocked buried as deep as it can go. Jongdae clenches around it, rocking lightly just to feel the way it shifts inside him, hear the low rumble of Minseok's pleasured moan die in his throat.
Jongdae may fall apart easily under Minseok's control, but it's not a one way street. He knows how to display himself, fuck himself on Minseok's cock in just the right way to have Minseok falling over his back, mouthing mindlessly at the jut of Jongdae's shoulder blades as Jongdae uses him to get off. The weight of Minseok on his back is welcome and Jongdae works himself back and forth on Minseok's cock quicker and quicker, a slave to the pleasure it brings.
Minseok joins in minutes later, thrusting forward as Jongdae pushes back and it sends Jongdae's head reeling, his arms nearly giving out at the strength. Minseok's bony hips dig into Jongdae's thighs, would leave bruises behind if Jongdae weren't immune to such human injuries. The red marks that blossom on his skin fade within moments even if Minseok seems intent on making them more permanent. Jongdae would tattoo the imprints of Minseok's fingers on his hips if the ink wouldn’t be forced from his skin to be washed away.
"Wanna see you," Minseok whispers against the shell of Jongdae's ear. It's the only warning Jongdae gets before cool air rushes over him, Minseok lifting away from him long enough to flip him onto his back.
Jongdae sits up as Minseok comes for him, knocking Minseok on his ass so he can sit in Minseok's lap, sinking down on his cock eagerly. One of Minseok's hands cups Jongdae's neck as the other teases between his legs, fingertips light on the length of Jongdae's cock before they're brushing along his balls.
Minseok's teeth scrape underneath Jongdae's jaw, Jongdae's head tipped back and mouth slack as he bounces on Minseok's cock, relishing the friction, the heat, the pleasure that shoots through him every time he's filled. With Minseok he's complete and he goes faster, arms around Minseok's sturdy shoulders for leverage.
Minseok leaves scratches down Jongdae's sides, welts that threaten to drip red before healing closed. The pain sears through him, Jongdae hissing even as his cock throbs and Minseok grins knowingly, squeezing around the base.
Jongdae could do this for hours - has fucked himself on Minseok's cock for hours before - but Minseok plays dirty. His hand slips down to where Jongdae is speared open, fingers pushing on his rim as Jongdae stutters, his weight falling forward at the added pressure.
"How long can you last like this?" Minseok teases, one finger now wiggling inside next to his cock, stretching Jongdae open further.
Jongdae clamps down with a loud moan, vision going hazy. In an effort to appear unaffected, he doesn't slow his pace, tries to push down the noises that want to crawl up his throat and spill into the air. And Minseok knows it. There's a smug smile on his lips when he fits a second finger into Jongdae's ass.
Jongdae curses Minseok as he comes between them, strings of white painting along Minseok's stomach and arm. His thighs lock and he can't help the way he trembles, every shocking wave spreading through him entirely. Even in the rush of coming, Jongdae's still a little irritated at Minseok for ending it so soon. He scrapes his teeth along Minseok's neck, not piercing through the skin, but coming close.
Jongdae is satisfied when Minseok grabs him around the waist with both hands, his grip painful and uncontrolled as he pistons his cock into Jongdae only a few more times before coming. Jongdae can feel the way he throbs inside him, enjoys how Minseok holds him close until he's spent.
"I should have expected that," Minseok admits with a soft laugh.
Jongdae rests his head on Minseok's shoulder, lazily rocking his hips because once is never enough. Not when they have the stamina to go for days. It isn't long before Minseok is aiding Jongdae's movements, picking up the speed as his cock hardens inside him. Jongdae experimentally lifts and drops, moaning at the drag of Minseok's cock along his rim.
Minseok pushes Jongdae onto his back, folding Jongdae's legs to his chest. His eyes are dark and his smile is feral, predatory when he fucks into Jongdae hard and brutally fast. It's going to be a long day.
Minseok is leaning against the doorframe, a pair of unfamiliar car keys looped around his finger. He's playing with them, eyeing Jongdae from his position on the couch as Jongdae quirks an eyebrow at him in question.
"Want to come with me this time? I promise no police."
Jongdae laughs. "That's a promise you're going to break."
Minseok shrugs, knowing that Jongdae is probably right. "Is that a no?"
Jongdae eyes Minseok, taking in the way his well defined legs are currently on display in a tight pair of leather pants and he thinks about those thighs wrapped around him as he fucks Minseok in the back of some asshole CEO's prized car.
"Count me in."