Once Again
Title: Once Again
Author: theyaoiwildcard
Rating: R
Pairing: Joon/Jonghyun/Onew (OT3)
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 2725
Disclaimer: No money, no boys, no nothing... ;A;
Summary: No matter how many times they did this it was always like the first, with a little twist here and there.
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Jinki got out of the taxi and quickly ducked into the hotel before anyone could get a good look at him - it was at times like these that he wished he would wear a hat because, really, he was just begging to get caught; what normal man has shoulder length, honey coloured hair in Korea? Jinki sighed and surveyed his surroundings. It was posh, rich people had a tendency to have interesting style - Kibum said so - so maybe he wouldn't stand out as much as he had feared he would. He moved away from the small crowds of people before he pulled out a note and read the numbers and letters scribbled there for the nth time before his nerves got the best of him and he shoved it into his pocket yet again. He scurried over to the receptionist and quickly fed her the false information he had just memorized and she gave him a room key and it's number. Just as he was about to head for the elevator she stopped him, telling him that the others who had come in before him had said to hurry up, Jinki was going to ask her why she was telling him this but then she shrugged and said she knew nothing of what was going on and was simply told to relay the message - Jinki couldn't help but think that she was an easy-going receptionist. Jinki nodded to her before hurrying to the elevator, his head hung low and he hoped his hair was blocking his face because if anyone caught him out here he would be royally screwed, especially if he was caught in a place like this. Jinki entered the empty elevator, hit the button for the fourth floor and occupied himself with his thoughts until he reached his floor.
Jinki held his jacket closer to his body, hoping the contact would somehow calm his nerves, as he slowly walked down the ornate corridor and looked at the numbers of every door he passed. He was beginning to get annoyed when his eyes finally landed on the number he was looking for. Jinki suddenly had trouble thinking, his throat drying up and he just stood in front of the door, staring at it. He stared and thought, he berated himself for always being like this and then he opened the door and was a little relieved with what he was met with. There was some food and drink on a table set for three and the only people in the room, Changsun and Jonghyun, had just been sitting there and talking, the television was on but it was definitely being ignored - that's what it gets for being so boring. Of course, the two who were previously deep in conversation had noticed his arrival and they enthusiastically greeted him.
“Onew ah, you were taking so long!” Changsun chimed, ruffling Jinki's hair as Jonghyun pulled him away from Changsun and into the room while he complained that Changsun kept talking and that he was annoying.
“He never shuts up hyung!” Jonghyun complained as he pulled Jinki to sit next to him after he had taken Jinki's jacket and tossed it at Changsun. Jinki just laughed while Changsun grumbled as he closed the door before resting the jacket on the nearest surface,
“You seemed to like me just fine a little while ago!” Jonghyun did like Changsun, and all three of them got along damn well, that's why Jonghyun felt as though he was entitled to mess with Changsun, it's not like one can always insult one's elders and Jonghyun had gotten the chance so how could he resist. The youngest just wrapped an arm around Jinki's shoulder while Changsun bounced to the other side of the couch and plopped down on the empty space to Jinki's left.
“Ah... did you guys have me rush over here like it was the end of the world for... dinner?” Jinki asked, his gaze shifting from the set table to Changsun then Jonghyun and back to the table. Changsun grinned and nodded.
“Why? Do you know how often we can get together like this?” Jonghyun said, shaking Jinki a little, then he laughed, “You should be happy we invited you!” Jinki made a face.
“I am! But I thought it was something serious!” Jinki defended, a different activity was what Jinki was expecting. Usually it's the only reason why they would all rush to some random hotel, but it seems as though today was only for dinner.
“This is serious! We were waiting so long for you that I'm starving now!” Changsun exclaimed, he grabbed Jinki, pulled him onto his feet and proceeded to wrap an arm around Jinki's waist and drag him off to the table. Jinki didn't catch the slight smirks exchanged between the other two as he took a seat.
“Ah, I'm probably gonna end up paying for all of this...” Changsun muttered, dropping himself into a chair and dragging it closer to the table. Jonghyun grinned wickedly from ear to ear while he told Changsun that of course he would be paying for it all, he was the eldest. Changsun yelled at Jonghyun before he declared that all the food and drink had better be eaten otherwise he would break Jonghyun's neck and kidnap Jinki and make him join MBLAQ - of course Jonghyun and Jinki stared in disbelief before they started shovelling food down their throats.
At that point in time, shoving food down his throat had seemed like a good idea to Jinki - he was starving either way - but as he sat there listening to Changsun plot out something he couldn't help but wonder as best as he could. Jinki had suddenly felt hotter when they were finished eating, given that was a while ago and now they were just drinking what remained of the wine that had been filling it's bottle not too long before Changsun had threatened him and Jonghyun. Maybe Jinki should say he was feeling out of it but Jonghyun and Changsun looked like they were having fun babbling together - with Jinki - so he decided to ignore it.
But that was an hour ago if the digital clock near the television wasn't lying to him.
“Hey, hyung, you okay? Your face is looking a bit red.” Jonghyun sounded a bit different from the usual and Jinki was beginning to think the he really should go get some fresh air or something, or maybe he drank too much wine. Nevertheless, Jinki smiled at Jonghyun and had opened his mouth to tell the younger to stop worrying so much but Changsun cut him off,
“Ah, then... I'll carry him to the bed.” Changsun proceeded to pick Jinki up and pranced off to the bedroom after he had told Jonghyun, with a grin, “I guess you can clean up then, yeah?”
“That's why you'll have to pay you lazy bastard!” Jonghyun called after the snickering Changsun who simply closed the door on the younger's complaints.
Changsun dropped Jinki onto the bed, the latter bouncing as his foggy mind processed all that was happening. After a couple of seconds passed with Jinki staring at the plain ceiling and Changsun getting comfortable at the edge of the bed, Jinki shot up, crawled over to his hyung, swung his legs off the edge of the bed and commented, leaning in a little, “I could have walked, you know.”
“Of course,” Changsun smirks, “You say this after I carry you.” Jinki frowns a little - embarrassed - before he glances away. Changsun studies Jinki, something he's always done whether Jinki was aware of it or not, the way the younger's eyes trail away whenever he's nervous, the way his body would tremble ever so slightly before he began nibbling his lower lip - those plush, erotic lips. “Hey, don't look away,” Changsun grasped Jinki's chin, the unexpected gesture startling the younger. Look at me, is what Changsun doesn't say, he doesn't need to. Changsun has always preferred to look at Jinki closely than from a distance, has always preferred to be able to look at the younger's smouldering eyes closely because when he was close it felt as though he could just drown into the kindness, the warmth that is Jinki but whenever he couldn't be close to the other it felt as though he wouldn't be able to hold the other at all and the thought of losing Jinki would cause a sense of panic in Changsun, a panic that Changsun has only one cure for, it's to have Jinki like this, at his fingertips, just looking at him; waiting for him to do something. “Jinki...”
And it's when Changsun slowly leans in and captures Jinki's lips with his own, their gazes still locked, when Jinki's breath is finally caught in his lungs with no way out and he feels shocked even though he was expecting it, that Jinki finally realises what both Jonghyun and Changsun had been plotting from the start. Their intentions were they same as Jinki had initially anticipated - they just started it off a little differently, wearing Jinki's resistance down the quick and easy way. They cheated, used aphrodisiac, the sneaky bastards, he should have guessed something was up when Changsun said to eat everything - why would he want them to eat a lot if he didn't want to pay? Jinki should have seen this coming.
But Changsun successfully derails Jinki's train of thought as he licks the younger's bottom lip, dragging his tongue along the delicious softness slowly, before he suddenly nipped it, eliciting a gasp from Jinki as he lowered his hands to younger's hips, pulling him a little closer. Changsun briefly grinned at the expected reaction before he shoved his tongue into Jinki's mouth, languidly exploring the warm cavern that he knew all too well. Usually, Jinki would have wriggled away out of shyness but all thought and want to do that had escaped him, instead Jinki gripped Changsun's shoulders as the elder kissed him harder - deeper. Changsun had always loved tasting Jinki, devouring his little dongsaeng whenever he could. Jinki's milky skin; his soft, plump lips; his delicious tongue; his smooth voice; everything and anything that was Jinki, Changsun had tasted it, was addicted to it, wanted more of it - was taking more of it. And every time, Jinki would let him.
When Changsun felt Jinki being pulled away from him he gave one last suck to his tongue before they were separated and he immediately shifted his gaze to the brunet who loved to ruin his fun - he always did this. Changsun had forgotten, yet again, that he had to share with Jonghyun. He scowled at the younger who was currently smirking at him and lightly dragging his fingers along Jinki's lips as his free hand aimlessly trailed down Jinki's front. Changsun was going to tell Jonghyun off when his eyes caught Jinki's expression; his eyes were dark and wet with so many levels of emotions in them that Changsun couldn't think of ways to describe any of them, his lips were swollen - Changsun considered this his handiwork - and parted, his cheeks were dyed one of the most enticing shades of red Changsun had never gotten tired of seeing on Jinki and while Changsun figured the drug was definitely working and he would admit it was fucking hot, he would rather be the one holding Jinki as opposed to the little player who was currently letting his hands roam all over Jinki's clothed body.
Almost as if answering a challenge, Jonghyun took hold of Jinki's face, gently but firmly, and tilted the elder's head back so he could crush their lips together, he wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into Jinki's waiting mouth and attempted to erase all trace of Changsun's presence inside the heated cavern while his free hand slithered down Jinki's body to slip into the elder's as he kissed him senseless. When they separated, a trail of saliva connecting them, Jinki put all his attention on catching his breath while Changsun and Jonghyun distracted each other.
“You always do this.” Changsun growled. He never liked his play time being cut short.
“You always start without me.” Jonghyun countered and Changsun didn't bother to drag the argument on because what Jonghyun had just said was damn true.
“Whatever,” Changsun mumbled as he crawled over Jinki, focusing completely on the man beneath him as he smiled down at the younger. Jinki was looking at him in a way that gave Changsun mixed signals; he got the feeling that Jinki would like to kick him in the crotch and that Jinki wanted Changsun to shove his tongue down his throat again, Changsun grinned, “No matter how you look at me, I bet you're looking forward to this.”
And Changsun was right because really, he and Jonghyun left Jinki with no choice. They lured him to this, completely and totally, to the point where he could no longer say no because why should he deny them and himself any more? Everything is hard enough as it is, and they all waited long enough, if this one night could make everything just a little easier then Jinki had no intention of stopping them. So when he smiled and pulled Changsun's head to rest in the crook of his neck as he leaned back a bit onto Jonghyun there was a silent agreement among them which was sealed by a soft mewl which escaped Jinki's lips as Changsun began leaving marks along Jinki's neck and collarbones in any and every way he could; licking, kissing, biting; slowly and surely as he divested Jinki, unbuttoning the white shirt a bit every time he marked the younger, while Jonghyun licked the shell of Jinki's ear before he nibbled on the earlobe and - the drugs were working very well - both men's ministrations had Jinki moaning loudly, as if it were as important as breathing, and they would just love if Jinki moaned as often as he breathed because the sounds Jinki would make are so fucking perfect that they would find themselves talking about it after and wishing that they would be able to record any one sound that Jinki utters during their love-making. Jinki keens and throws his head back onto Jonghyun's shoulder as Changsun bites one of Jinki's exposed nipples while he idly plays with the other and Jinki can feel Changsun smirking against his skin, the slight movement sending more pleasurable jolts through his body. Jonghyun kissed and bit at Jinki's neck, dragging his hands down the elder's sides - the strokes tantalizing, teasing - before he hooked his fingers into the band of Jinki's pants, threatening to pull them off but barely moving.
This was it, was where all the bickering, competing and teasing would stop and they would do nothing but what was necessary to get whatever they wanted, this was the one part that always seemed to stay the same, and it was perfect like that. After they completely divested themselves, Jinki wrapped one of his fucking perfect legs around Changsun's waist and threw his arms out, one hooking around Changsun's neck and the other around Jonghyun's, both hands tangling in dark tresses as Jonghyun pressed himself against Jinki and claims the elder's lips while Changsun's trailed lower and lower, giving Jinki a taste of promised pleasure. And the farther they went, entering and roaming familiar, forbidden territory, they gave themselves to each other, attaining that pleasure that had been so far out of reach before.
When all was said and done - words and promises of love and many other things declared again and again - the three sated, unconscious bodies snuggling together, Jinki in the middle with Jonghyun and Changsun on either side, their limbs tangled with each other's and the sheets. They were flawless like this, even if it would only last peacefully until sunrise, it was something only they could attain - together - so even if it would be a while before they would be able to meet like this again, they would make it last.
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A/N: …
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;A; What have I done.
I actually was challenged to write this (PARTNERPARTNERPARTNER) - as R rated - and... my fail... ugh. Partner... when you see this you better comment. T^T Unnie bb, you who didn't say that your birthday was the 26th, would you like this as a present? :3 Even though this is ------ I would be really really reaaaally happy if anyone liked/enjoyed this! :D
Author: theyaoiwildcard
Rating: R
Pairing: Joon/Jonghyun/Onew (OT3)
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 2725
Disclaimer: No money, no boys, no nothing... ;A;
Summary: No matter how many times they did this it was always like the first, with a little twist here and there.
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Jinki got out of the taxi and quickly ducked into the hotel before anyone could get a good look at him - it was at times like these that he wished he would wear a hat because, really, he was just begging to get caught; what normal man has shoulder length, honey coloured hair in Korea? Jinki sighed and surveyed his surroundings. It was posh, rich people had a tendency to have interesting style - Kibum said so - so maybe he wouldn't stand out as much as he had feared he would. He moved away from the small crowds of people before he pulled out a note and read the numbers and letters scribbled there for the nth time before his nerves got the best of him and he shoved it into his pocket yet again. He scurried over to the receptionist and quickly fed her the false information he had just memorized and she gave him a room key and it's number. Just as he was about to head for the elevator she stopped him, telling him that the others who had come in before him had said to hurry up, Jinki was going to ask her why she was telling him this but then she shrugged and said she knew nothing of what was going on and was simply told to relay the message - Jinki couldn't help but think that she was an easy-going receptionist. Jinki nodded to her before hurrying to the elevator, his head hung low and he hoped his hair was blocking his face because if anyone caught him out here he would be royally screwed, especially if he was caught in a place like this. Jinki entered the empty elevator, hit the button for the fourth floor and occupied himself with his thoughts until he reached his floor.
Jinki held his jacket closer to his body, hoping the contact would somehow calm his nerves, as he slowly walked down the ornate corridor and looked at the numbers of every door he passed. He was beginning to get annoyed when his eyes finally landed on the number he was looking for. Jinki suddenly had trouble thinking, his throat drying up and he just stood in front of the door, staring at it. He stared and thought, he berated himself for always being like this and then he opened the door and was a little relieved with what he was met with. There was some food and drink on a table set for three and the only people in the room, Changsun and Jonghyun, had just been sitting there and talking, the television was on but it was definitely being ignored - that's what it gets for being so boring. Of course, the two who were previously deep in conversation had noticed his arrival and they enthusiastically greeted him.
“Onew ah, you were taking so long!” Changsun chimed, ruffling Jinki's hair as Jonghyun pulled him away from Changsun and into the room while he complained that Changsun kept talking and that he was annoying.
“He never shuts up hyung!” Jonghyun complained as he pulled Jinki to sit next to him after he had taken Jinki's jacket and tossed it at Changsun. Jinki just laughed while Changsun grumbled as he closed the door before resting the jacket on the nearest surface,
“You seemed to like me just fine a little while ago!” Jonghyun did like Changsun, and all three of them got along damn well, that's why Jonghyun felt as though he was entitled to mess with Changsun, it's not like one can always insult one's elders and Jonghyun had gotten the chance so how could he resist. The youngest just wrapped an arm around Jinki's shoulder while Changsun bounced to the other side of the couch and plopped down on the empty space to Jinki's left.
“Ah... did you guys have me rush over here like it was the end of the world for... dinner?” Jinki asked, his gaze shifting from the set table to Changsun then Jonghyun and back to the table. Changsun grinned and nodded.
“Why? Do you know how often we can get together like this?” Jonghyun said, shaking Jinki a little, then he laughed, “You should be happy we invited you!” Jinki made a face.
“I am! But I thought it was something serious!” Jinki defended, a different activity was what Jinki was expecting. Usually it's the only reason why they would all rush to some random hotel, but it seems as though today was only for dinner.
“This is serious! We were waiting so long for you that I'm starving now!” Changsun exclaimed, he grabbed Jinki, pulled him onto his feet and proceeded to wrap an arm around Jinki's waist and drag him off to the table. Jinki didn't catch the slight smirks exchanged between the other two as he took a seat.
“Ah, I'm probably gonna end up paying for all of this...” Changsun muttered, dropping himself into a chair and dragging it closer to the table. Jonghyun grinned wickedly from ear to ear while he told Changsun that of course he would be paying for it all, he was the eldest. Changsun yelled at Jonghyun before he declared that all the food and drink had better be eaten otherwise he would break Jonghyun's neck and kidnap Jinki and make him join MBLAQ - of course Jonghyun and Jinki stared in disbelief before they started shovelling food down their throats.
At that point in time, shoving food down his throat had seemed like a good idea to Jinki - he was starving either way - but as he sat there listening to Changsun plot out something he couldn't help but wonder as best as he could. Jinki had suddenly felt hotter when they were finished eating, given that was a while ago and now they were just drinking what remained of the wine that had been filling it's bottle not too long before Changsun had threatened him and Jonghyun. Maybe Jinki should say he was feeling out of it but Jonghyun and Changsun looked like they were having fun babbling together - with Jinki - so he decided to ignore it.
But that was an hour ago if the digital clock near the television wasn't lying to him.
“Hey, hyung, you okay? Your face is looking a bit red.” Jonghyun sounded a bit different from the usual and Jinki was beginning to think the he really should go get some fresh air or something, or maybe he drank too much wine. Nevertheless, Jinki smiled at Jonghyun and had opened his mouth to tell the younger to stop worrying so much but Changsun cut him off,
“Ah, then... I'll carry him to the bed.” Changsun proceeded to pick Jinki up and pranced off to the bedroom after he had told Jonghyun, with a grin, “I guess you can clean up then, yeah?”
“That's why you'll have to pay you lazy bastard!” Jonghyun called after the snickering Changsun who simply closed the door on the younger's complaints.
Changsun dropped Jinki onto the bed, the latter bouncing as his foggy mind processed all that was happening. After a couple of seconds passed with Jinki staring at the plain ceiling and Changsun getting comfortable at the edge of the bed, Jinki shot up, crawled over to his hyung, swung his legs off the edge of the bed and commented, leaning in a little, “I could have walked, you know.”
“Of course,” Changsun smirks, “You say this after I carry you.” Jinki frowns a little - embarrassed - before he glances away. Changsun studies Jinki, something he's always done whether Jinki was aware of it or not, the way the younger's eyes trail away whenever he's nervous, the way his body would tremble ever so slightly before he began nibbling his lower lip - those plush, erotic lips. “Hey, don't look away,” Changsun grasped Jinki's chin, the unexpected gesture startling the younger. Look at me, is what Changsun doesn't say, he doesn't need to. Changsun has always preferred to look at Jinki closely than from a distance, has always preferred to be able to look at the younger's smouldering eyes closely because when he was close it felt as though he could just drown into the kindness, the warmth that is Jinki but whenever he couldn't be close to the other it felt as though he wouldn't be able to hold the other at all and the thought of losing Jinki would cause a sense of panic in Changsun, a panic that Changsun has only one cure for, it's to have Jinki like this, at his fingertips, just looking at him; waiting for him to do something. “Jinki...”
And it's when Changsun slowly leans in and captures Jinki's lips with his own, their gazes still locked, when Jinki's breath is finally caught in his lungs with no way out and he feels shocked even though he was expecting it, that Jinki finally realises what both Jonghyun and Changsun had been plotting from the start. Their intentions were they same as Jinki had initially anticipated - they just started it off a little differently, wearing Jinki's resistance down the quick and easy way. They cheated, used aphrodisiac, the sneaky bastards, he should have guessed something was up when Changsun said to eat everything - why would he want them to eat a lot if he didn't want to pay? Jinki should have seen this coming.
But Changsun successfully derails Jinki's train of thought as he licks the younger's bottom lip, dragging his tongue along the delicious softness slowly, before he suddenly nipped it, eliciting a gasp from Jinki as he lowered his hands to younger's hips, pulling him a little closer. Changsun briefly grinned at the expected reaction before he shoved his tongue into Jinki's mouth, languidly exploring the warm cavern that he knew all too well. Usually, Jinki would have wriggled away out of shyness but all thought and want to do that had escaped him, instead Jinki gripped Changsun's shoulders as the elder kissed him harder - deeper. Changsun had always loved tasting Jinki, devouring his little dongsaeng whenever he could. Jinki's milky skin; his soft, plump lips; his delicious tongue; his smooth voice; everything and anything that was Jinki, Changsun had tasted it, was addicted to it, wanted more of it - was taking more of it. And every time, Jinki would let him.
When Changsun felt Jinki being pulled away from him he gave one last suck to his tongue before they were separated and he immediately shifted his gaze to the brunet who loved to ruin his fun - he always did this. Changsun had forgotten, yet again, that he had to share with Jonghyun. He scowled at the younger who was currently smirking at him and lightly dragging his fingers along Jinki's lips as his free hand aimlessly trailed down Jinki's front. Changsun was going to tell Jonghyun off when his eyes caught Jinki's expression; his eyes were dark and wet with so many levels of emotions in them that Changsun couldn't think of ways to describe any of them, his lips were swollen - Changsun considered this his handiwork - and parted, his cheeks were dyed one of the most enticing shades of red Changsun had never gotten tired of seeing on Jinki and while Changsun figured the drug was definitely working and he would admit it was fucking hot, he would rather be the one holding Jinki as opposed to the little player who was currently letting his hands roam all over Jinki's clothed body.
Almost as if answering a challenge, Jonghyun took hold of Jinki's face, gently but firmly, and tilted the elder's head back so he could crush their lips together, he wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into Jinki's waiting mouth and attempted to erase all trace of Changsun's presence inside the heated cavern while his free hand slithered down Jinki's body to slip into the elder's as he kissed him senseless. When they separated, a trail of saliva connecting them, Jinki put all his attention on catching his breath while Changsun and Jonghyun distracted each other.
“You always do this.” Changsun growled. He never liked his play time being cut short.
“You always start without me.” Jonghyun countered and Changsun didn't bother to drag the argument on because what Jonghyun had just said was damn true.
“Whatever,” Changsun mumbled as he crawled over Jinki, focusing completely on the man beneath him as he smiled down at the younger. Jinki was looking at him in a way that gave Changsun mixed signals; he got the feeling that Jinki would like to kick him in the crotch and that Jinki wanted Changsun to shove his tongue down his throat again, Changsun grinned, “No matter how you look at me, I bet you're looking forward to this.”
And Changsun was right because really, he and Jonghyun left Jinki with no choice. They lured him to this, completely and totally, to the point where he could no longer say no because why should he deny them and himself any more? Everything is hard enough as it is, and they all waited long enough, if this one night could make everything just a little easier then Jinki had no intention of stopping them. So when he smiled and pulled Changsun's head to rest in the crook of his neck as he leaned back a bit onto Jonghyun there was a silent agreement among them which was sealed by a soft mewl which escaped Jinki's lips as Changsun began leaving marks along Jinki's neck and collarbones in any and every way he could; licking, kissing, biting; slowly and surely as he divested Jinki, unbuttoning the white shirt a bit every time he marked the younger, while Jonghyun licked the shell of Jinki's ear before he nibbled on the earlobe and - the drugs were working very well - both men's ministrations had Jinki moaning loudly, as if it were as important as breathing, and they would just love if Jinki moaned as often as he breathed because the sounds Jinki would make are so fucking perfect that they would find themselves talking about it after and wishing that they would be able to record any one sound that Jinki utters during their love-making. Jinki keens and throws his head back onto Jonghyun's shoulder as Changsun bites one of Jinki's exposed nipples while he idly plays with the other and Jinki can feel Changsun smirking against his skin, the slight movement sending more pleasurable jolts through his body. Jonghyun kissed and bit at Jinki's neck, dragging his hands down the elder's sides - the strokes tantalizing, teasing - before he hooked his fingers into the band of Jinki's pants, threatening to pull them off but barely moving.
This was it, was where all the bickering, competing and teasing would stop and they would do nothing but what was necessary to get whatever they wanted, this was the one part that always seemed to stay the same, and it was perfect like that. After they completely divested themselves, Jinki wrapped one of his fucking perfect legs around Changsun's waist and threw his arms out, one hooking around Changsun's neck and the other around Jonghyun's, both hands tangling in dark tresses as Jonghyun pressed himself against Jinki and claims the elder's lips while Changsun's trailed lower and lower, giving Jinki a taste of promised pleasure. And the farther they went, entering and roaming familiar, forbidden territory, they gave themselves to each other, attaining that pleasure that had been so far out of reach before.
When all was said and done - words and promises of love and many other things declared again and again - the three sated, unconscious bodies snuggling together, Jinki in the middle with Jonghyun and Changsun on either side, their limbs tangled with each other's and the sheets. They were flawless like this, even if it would only last peacefully until sunrise, it was something only they could attain - together - so even if it would be a while before they would be able to meet like this again, they would make it last.
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A/N: …
….............
;A; What have I done.
I actually was challenged to write this (PARTNERPARTNERPARTNER) - as R rated - and... my fail... ugh. Partner... when you see this you better comment. T^T Unnie bb, you who didn't say that your birthday was the 26th, would you like this as a present? :3 Even though this is ------ I would be really really reaaaally happy if anyone liked/enjoyed this! :D