Home Movies
Title: Home Movies
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
A/N: The first part was written while listening to “Video Phone” by Beyonce on repeat, the second part written while listening to “Rude Boy” by Rihanna on repeat.
Idk inspiration hits at the weirdest of times aha.
JongKey was the only pairing that fit my idea and you know, they’re not even my OTP but I have so many ideas for them. xD
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Everyone watched him whenever he was in the club. No one could keep their eyes off of that feline grace, those sinful hips and how he knew how to move in just the right way. He was all confidence and swagger and had a giant neon sign above his head that blared ‘Too Good For You’; he was a tease and he knew it, and he damn well took advantage of that and had his fun. He knew how to move his body to any track that the DJ spun, he knew how to lure and he especially knew how to repel.
Key was untouchable and he preferred it that way. It had always been that way and as far as he was concerned, it would remain that way.
But life liked to throw curveballs and baseball wasn’t exactly Key’s sport.
He first noticed a red dot in his periph on a Wednesday night, most likely unnoticeable by anyone else in the crowd. But Key had radar for cameras, for what reason he didn’t know, and he zeroed in on that red light. The cameraman must have been a bit surprised, he probably thought he was well hidden in that booth in the corner, because the red light shook and faltered a bit before shutting off. Key merely smirked in the direction of the camera, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as he continued to sway his body along with the music, before he just forgot about the camera altogether.
But on Thursday night, Key felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up again and he ran his hands through his hair and down his neck in a decidedly seductive manner, over his chest as he swiveled his hips and turned around, his feline eyes scanning the crowd, finding that red light from the night before. Whoever was filming was still hidden in the shadows and Key could have been worried about a stalker, but even stalkers didn’t dare to get too close to him. In fact Key was sure he didn’t have any stalkers at all, most people were afraid to dance too close to him, especially on crowded nights.
However, this person with the video camera was really intriguing and Key watched as the red lightly lowered a little before rising again; Key slowly licked his lips and sent a wink towards the camera and in the next instant the red light was gone and Key chuckled to himself. What a coward.
On Friday night it was a different story. Key could feel that red laser pointing directly at him through everyone in the crowd, but instead of turning around and making eye contact with the lens, he continued dancing like he didn’t notice. Like he couldn’t feel a pair of eyes in particular, on top of the dozens of others, watching his movements.
His hips swirled and he ran his hands down his chest, fingers skating along the rim of his low-rise jeans. The glitter of his eyeliner was catching the strobe lights and lighting up his face, his lips moist and shimmery with the gloss he had applied before coming in. A simple black v-neck tee was tight on his torso, riding up with every occasional move to reveal a sliver of smooth skin. His fingers caught on the hem occasionally to bring it up and get air flow moving across his skin, the pink jewel of his belly ring glinting in the light and jingling along with his movements.
The song that was playing was heavy with a beat and Key was following along with it easily, and while most men would have looked ridiculous out on the dance floor moving in the way that he was, Key was all liquid silk and flowing limbs, graceful beyond words. He licked his lips and tasted the strawberry of his gloss and he continued to move, ignoring the people around him that were dancing with drinks in their hands. He never drank alcohol, it didn’t appeal to him considering the fact that alcohol made him get dehydrated faster when he danced.
The song switched and Key took a breather for a second, moving off of the dance floor and finding a stool at the bar. The bartender gave him a bottled water and Key uncapped it, drinking it greedily, some of the liquid spilling from the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin. Pulling the bottle away he used an elegant finger to collect the water and sucked on the tip, glancing over to where he knew the camera was still recording. His eyes caught the red light and this time there was no faltering, even as Key pulled his finger from his mouth and gave a wry smile. The red light bobbed a little bit and Key licked his lips before setting down the empty water bottle and sliding off of the stool, headed directly towards the red light.
He had figured that the cameraman would freak out, shut off the camera and run. But the red light stayed on and as Key got closer he saw long fingers holding up the camcorder, he saw delicious looking wrists and he briefly wondered if his stalker was female. That wouldn’t be surprising, but what was surprising was the elegance of her hands that almost rivaled his own and really, he had thought whoever was on the other end of that camera was going to be fat, oily and greasy.
He continued walking until he was about five feet away from the camera, in a stalemate with the red light, the cameraman hidden in the shadows. The spotlight shifted and the shadows moved, and finally Key’s admirer came out of the darkness, and Key felt the heat creep up his neck.
… Damn.
This was the finest stalker Key had ever seen.
It was a man, a man that looked to be a smidgen older than Key himself. A man with chocolatey hair nearly the same shade, maybe a bit darker than Key’s own, hanging messily in his eyes and over his pierced ears. And those eyes… They were bright and cheerful and they had a roguish glint in them that made Key’s breath hitch. Unconsciously Key licked his lips and the cameraman continued to film, and Key wondered why tonight the man hadn’t fled like the two pervious nights.
Taking another step closer, Key took in the relaxed denim jeans, the army boots, and the red v-neck sweater that was a bit loose on that thin frame. Which was an inch or two shorter than Key, the clubgoer noticed with a bit of amusement.
“Yah,” Key spoke, his voice rising over the music slightly so the cameraman could hear him.
The man’s eyes moved from the display screen of the camera to meet Key’s directly, a lopsided smile forming on the other man’s lips as he continued to film but watched Key closely. Now that Key knew who was behind that ominous red light, now that Key knew who had footage of him when he was at his finest, now that Key knew just who was taking that film home and watching it, he felt an inexplicable jolt of electricity run through his frame and his confidence faltered for a split second.
Taking another few steps forward, closing the distance between them, Key took the camera from the man’s hand. And the slightly shorter man let him, which was ridiculous because Key could steal it, he could throw it to the ground and smash it to a million pieces - but he didn’t. He held it out to the side and pointed it at the two of them, turning the display screen around so he could make sure they were both in the frame.
Everything he did he did with cat-like grace, his moves sure and direct, and he pressed himself up close to the brunet’s chest, loving how the others’ hands automatically rested on his slim hips, pulling him that much closer. Key faced him and held the camera steady, as he leaned in closer.
“You… pervert,” he whispered, his voice low and dripping with proverbial sex. “I bet you go home and jack off to this shit.”
“And what if I did?”
A shudder went through Key’s spine for two reasons.
First, he hadn’t expected the man to answer so bluntly, for the man to be just as confident as he was.
And secondly, that voice. That voice was going to haunt Key’s dreams tonight and he licked his lips, tasting the verbatim on his lips and savoring it as it mingled with the strawberry gloss, sticky and sweet and musky and fuck.
“The real thing is much better,” Key purred, and he really didn’t know why he was saying such a thing. He didn’t know this man’s name, how old he was, if he was an axe murderer or the biggest one: he didn’t know if this man was even clean. But he didn’t seem the type to be a serial killer and he certainly didn’t seem the type that would have any sort of disease, and Key was sharp enough to notice these things.
The man’s eyes dragged over Key’s face, neck, chest and body, before they lifted back up and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, making Key’s heart pound and the blood rush to his ears.
“Prove it.”
Key didn’t know if he had ever been capable of snapping. He’d been hit on a million times before in the club, he’d had many men that tried to court him and seduce him, he’d had plenty of girls try to do the same, but none of them were like this man. None of them were like this man that Key had never seen before, with his smug smile and his big, deep eyes, with his smooth words and something that was just pulling Key in closer like a moth to the flame.
But Key snapped, then, with those words, and before he could change his mind he closed the small gap between them and took the man’s lips with his own and God they tasted better than his smooth words. Their mouths shifted against each other, Key’s the smooth ocean waves and the other man’s the rough yet soft sandy beach. Two opposite things - the ocean being dangerous if the weather was churned up, the beach being callous and hot after baking under the sun. But they always complemented each other perfectly and created that perfect blend and if Key didn’t know any better, he would have said that he and this man kissed a million times before.
Still holding the camera out, he felt the man’s hand reach up and take the camera from him, and Key wrapped his arms around the man’s neck as a murmur fell over the club, people witnessing the phenomena that they never thought would happen. That untouchable vixen was kissing - no, he was French kissing the hell out of this man that had just appeared two nights ago, inhibitions tossed out the window.
The kiss broke all too soon though and the man stepped back, Key almost following him but keeping his pride in check as he let his arms drop from the smaller man’s shoulders. The cameraman merely smirked and shut off his camera, sending Key a wink.
“See you tomorrow night.”
Key watched as the man disappeared into the crowd and then into the night, licking his lips and smirking to himself in satisfaction.
Not because of this wonderful gem he’d discovered, but the fact that the lip gloss he was wearing was a bitch to get off, sticky as hell and clung to anything it touched.
That man would be thinking about Key all night.
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The next night, sure enough, Key was once again on the dance floor. It wasn’t long before that red dot appeared in his peripheral vision, and Key just worked his body that much harder, his movements controlled and calculated, hopefully having the desired effect. He turned and faced the camera, lifting a hand and crooking a finger - the red light shifted from side to side in what he assumed was a negative gesture, and Key arched a brow and slid his hand down his chest to the brim of his pants, pushing the material down a bit to expose more of his sharp hip bones and the pale skin underneath.
The camera nodded up and down and Key chuckled to himself.
If it was a show he wanted, then it was a show he was going to get.
Key dragged his finely manicured fingers up his pelvis line, to his hips, to the hem of his shirt, pushing up the material slowly as he did so. His locket belly ring glinted in the multi-colored lights but he easily passed it, lifting his shirt up a bit more before letting it drop, his hips swaying from side to side. He turned around, his back to the camera as he bent at the waist and touched his fingers to the floor - he was quite limber, and proud of it - before dragging his hands up his left leg, up his shin, past his knee, over his thigh and around to his ass before he swung it around and tossed his head as well, his expression nothing but fierce as he raised his finger once again to make the come-hither motion.
The man stepped out of the shadows and moved closer to the dance floor, but he started to walk towards the side and backwards, keeping the camera trained on Key as he made his way towards the door. Key almost screamed - was he really going to leave, again? That was completely unfair and unacceptable.
Keeping his cool (on the outside at least), Key sauntered off of the dance floor and followed the man, but the other didn’t seem to mind; he only smiled broader, his straight white teeth showing in the black lights as he made his way towards the side exit and slipped out, Key following him.
“And so the lioness leaves the den,” the man said, his voice melodic and light, making Key shudder and ignore the cheesy line.
“Can’t let my prey get away,” Key purred, and the shudder he saw wrack the man’s body was totally worth it as that tongue came out to swipe over those tasty lips.
No more words were exchanged as the man shut the display screen and turned off his camera, letting Key catch up to him as he wrapped his arm around the dancer’s slender waist.
“Well well well,” the man said, and Key would normally have been offended that he was being so casual when they just met, but he let it slide. “What’s your name, pretty thing?”
Key shrugged, his arm going around the man’s shoulders since, well, he was taller than the stranger.
“Depends.” Key smirked and kept his eyes forward as he spoke. “Whatever you want to call me, tonight, I’m yours.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath, “Careful what you promise to strangers, babe.”
“I can be anything… but your babe.” You needed to earn the right to call Key babe, and so far only his best friend was allowed to call him that, and it was acceptable because she was a girl and she’d kick his ass otherwise.
“Feisty.” The man commented before he suddenly veered to the left, pulling Key down a side street that he never paid attention to during the day.
He was lead to a motel; it wasn’t a seedy motel but it wasn’t 5-star, it was a nice medium and definitely made him feel like less of a slut (even though it didn’t really matter since the cat was out of the bag, purring and wanting attention). The man pulled Key down the hallway and to a door, pulling a key card out of his pocket and swiping it before pulling Key into the room, shutting the door before slamming the dancer up against it.
“Do you know how long I’ve been watching you?”
Under any other circumstance Key would be creeped out, he would be telling this man to shove it, and he would be going to the police to get a restraining order.
Under this particular circumstance, Key merely whimpered at the roughness and let the man press their bodies close together.
“One month. One month I’ve been going to that club and watching you dance. One month I’ve watched you turn down guy after guy and girls as well. I’ve watched you put yourself on a pedestal and be the biggest thing on the dance floor. But there’s something you gotta realize, babe.” The man licked the shell of Key’s ear, dipping inside and toying with the conch piercing, and Key couldn’t find it within his willpower to reprimand him for calling him babe. “There’s always going to be someone bigger and better than you.” He nipped at Key’s earlobe. “You just met your match.”
By this point Key was so hard that his thighs ached with the pressure, his mind was swimming and again he snapped, he snarled and pushed against the man even though he had no actual intentions of getting away.
“You fucking wish.”
The man smirked and pulled back, the smug expression back in place.
“Since the first time I saw you I wanted to make you mine…” the man pinned Key’s hands above his head against the door. “And that’s going to happen tonight.”
Key bared his teeth a bit but pushed his hips forward, daring the man to resist him, tempting the man to try and tame the beast.
“And by the way, my name is Jonghyun,” the man said, and Key furrowed his brow a bit at the odd time for the other to be introducing himself. Jonghyun leaned forward to speak directly into Key’s ear. “Remember it, ‘cause you’re gonna be screaming it all night long.”
Key couldn’t help the low, ragged moan that tore from his throat and soon Jonghyun’s lips were on his own, his hips grinding against Key’s, smashing him into the door and leaving him breathless as he choked and gasped for air, his head spinning with everything that was happening all at once. Using one hand to keep Key’s hands pinned against the door, his free hand traveled down and shoved itself under Key’s shirt to grope at the smooth skin, fanning over the slender chest and brushing over perky nipples, tweaking them slightly before he gripped Key’s hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him away from the door.
Still full of feline grace that surprised even Key, the dancer let himself be thrown onto the bed as he propped himself up on his elbows and bit on his swollen lower lip, spreading his legs and bending them slightly in invitation. Jonghyun licked his lips and pulled his camera out of his coat pocket and God Key wanted to scream, wanted to command that Jonghyun get on the God damn bed and ravish him silly but that red light turned on and Key discovered a side of him he hadn’t known existed before.
He figured he was a bit of an exhibitionist by the way he danced in the clubs, teasing everyone without a care in the world, but somehow with the camera in front of him and Jonghyun behind it, it just seemed to make sense as he palmed his erection through his tight jeans and dropped his head back. He moved like he’d done this a million times in front of the camera, like he was a seasoned pro, his chest rising and falling with his heady pants that were spilling from his moist lips.
Jonghyun moved over to the side of the bed, knees pressing against it, and Key glanced over and looked directly into the camera, licking his lips languidly and slowly as he slid his shirt up off his body and tossed it aside, exposing his pale flesh. He saw Jonghyun bite his lower lip, he saw his eyes widen slightly as he focused on the display screen, and Key decided that he was going to give Jonghyun the best show ever; he was going to convince Jonghyun to get on this bed with him without using any words.
Arching his back against the mattress and dropping his head back, his elbows pushed his chest up into his fingers that were toying with his nipples lightly, before his fingers slid down to his pants and undid the button, sliding the zipper down slowly. He removed his hands from his pants and let them roam over his body for a bit longer, feeling the warmth emanating off of him and creating palpable humidity in the stuffy motel room. His hips bucked up of their own accord and he dipped his fingers into his tight pants, teasing the head of his trapped erection, spreading the pre-cum around as a shudder drove down his spine.
He kicked his shoes off and really, getting those and his socks off without using his hands probably wasn’t the most awesome looking thing ever but Jonghyun kept the camera directed at Key’s upper body, and he was thankful for that as his feet finally became bare. His fingers hooked in his belt loops and he got up onto his knees, sinking into the mattress and slowly swaying his hips, each swivel bringing the pants lower and lower, inch by inch. His hip bones were completely revealed and he shimmied the pants down further, still keeping his movements fluid and smooth as he slid his pants down his thighs and freed his trapped erection, his body void of any sort of underwear.
He heard Jonghyun let out a soft noise once that fact was revealed and Key smirked, showing his teeth as his tongue licked the upper row slowly before he gripped the base of his arousal and gave it a solid pump, groaning and dropping his head back. His hips rolled just like they did when he danced as he fucked his hand slowly, his breath leaving his lips in soft pants as he ran his free hand over his torso, over his nipples and over his collarbone, up to his neck before he ran his fingers through his hair.
He released his cock and slid his pants further down, lying back against the pillows as Jonghyun moved to the foot of the bed. By now Key was completely focused on the show he was giving, not really paying attention to the other man but keeping in mind where he was so he could tease in the proper direction. He slid his pants off of his body the rest of the way and laid back, planting his feet flat on the mattress and spreading his legs, his hand returning to his swollen dick as his free hand raised his fingers to his lips.
Sucking on them obscenely, Key salivated over the digits and got them good and wet, before trailing them down his body all the way to his puckered hole, his index finger pressing against it. Just the light pressure was enough to make Key let out a whimper, his hips bucking up into his hand; fuck, how long had it been? Five months? Six? Way too long.
But Key’s body accepted his finger like an old friend, familiar as he probed his entrance and licked his lips, closing his eyes in concentration. A second finger was added and he scissored a few times, before pushing them even deeper and canting his hips, brushing against that spot inside that drove him wild. He let out a sharp cry, body spasming slightly, and he added a third finger, stretching himself properly as well as making white dots appear in his vision.
He felt the bed dip and he cracked his eyes open, his vision full of Jonghyun, who was now fully naked as he clambered between Key’s legs. Key vaguely noted that the man didn’t have the video camera but that thought flew out the window as Jonghyun grabbed the underside of his knees and pushed his legs back, driving his cock into Key’s opening with no warning whatsoever.
Clawing at the sheets, Key writhed beneath Jonghyun as the other man bent the dancer in half, knees by his head as he drove his cock deep into Key’s entrance repeatedly.
Everything about this man was perfect, amazing, the best thing Key had ever experienced in his entire life. The way his balls slapped against Key’s ass, the way his fingers held a bruising grip on his thighs, the way his body fit perfectly against Key’s despite the height difference, the way that those strong arms that had been hidden by long sleeves moved to wrap around Key’s torso.
Everything was perfect, more than perfect, Key’s mind going blank as he succumbed to the cock that was splitting his body in half, Jonghyun’s thrusts rough and deep. Jonghyun moved away for the briefest of seconds and used Key’s hips to forcefully flip the other man over, Key landing on his hands and knees as Jonghyun plowed into him again from behind. Key howled, the new position hitting his spot perfectly and he would never admit it, but doing it doggy style was his favorite way. It was a fail safe for his g-spot to be hit, but he loved the dominance that exuded from his partners.
Jonghyun grabbed the hair at the base of Key’s neck and yanked him up, Key letting out a pleasured cry as his scalp tingled from the abuse, the electric shocks running down his spine and to his cock, making the organ throb angrily with building anticipation of impending release. Jonghyun’s teeth sunk into Key’s shoulder and the dancer let out a harsh cry of God yes just like that Jonghyun, and it was like as soon as the other man’s fingers wrapped around his cock Key’s body gave in and trembled, ten point zero on the Richter scale as his orgasm ripped through him and set his blood on fire, his cum covering Jonghyun’s hand and the bed below, the other man’s name ripping from Key’s name like a vulgar prayer.
He felt more than heard Jonghyun groan into his shoulder, and soon he felt the other still and release into him, the feeling of cum filling up his insides making his head spin as he collapsed onto the bed, avoiding the mess he’d made, Jonghyun’s cock slipping out of his entrance.
Rolling over, Key offered a catty smile, his face the perfect picture of sated bliss. Jonghyun chuckled and reached over to grab the camera off of the tripod that Key hadn’t noticed before, and then directed it at the dancer’s face.
“What’s your name, babe,” Jonghyun asked.
Key purred a bit before a lazy smile split his lips, “Key. And you better remember it, because you’ll be screaming it later.”
End tape.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
A/N: The first part was written while listening to “Video Phone” by Beyonce on repeat, the second part written while listening to “Rude Boy” by Rihanna on repeat.
Idk inspiration hits at the weirdest of times aha.
JongKey was the only pairing that fit my idea and you know, they’re not even my OTP but I have so many ideas for them. xD
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Everyone watched him whenever he was in the club. No one could keep their eyes off of that feline grace, those sinful hips and how he knew how to move in just the right way. He was all confidence and swagger and had a giant neon sign above his head that blared ‘Too Good For You’; he was a tease and he knew it, and he damn well took advantage of that and had his fun. He knew how to move his body to any track that the DJ spun, he knew how to lure and he especially knew how to repel.
Key was untouchable and he preferred it that way. It had always been that way and as far as he was concerned, it would remain that way.
But life liked to throw curveballs and baseball wasn’t exactly Key’s sport.
He first noticed a red dot in his periph on a Wednesday night, most likely unnoticeable by anyone else in the crowd. But Key had radar for cameras, for what reason he didn’t know, and he zeroed in on that red light. The cameraman must have been a bit surprised, he probably thought he was well hidden in that booth in the corner, because the red light shook and faltered a bit before shutting off. Key merely smirked in the direction of the camera, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as he continued to sway his body along with the music, before he just forgot about the camera altogether.
But on Thursday night, Key felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up again and he ran his hands through his hair and down his neck in a decidedly seductive manner, over his chest as he swiveled his hips and turned around, his feline eyes scanning the crowd, finding that red light from the night before. Whoever was filming was still hidden in the shadows and Key could have been worried about a stalker, but even stalkers didn’t dare to get too close to him. In fact Key was sure he didn’t have any stalkers at all, most people were afraid to dance too close to him, especially on crowded nights.
However, this person with the video camera was really intriguing and Key watched as the red lightly lowered a little before rising again; Key slowly licked his lips and sent a wink towards the camera and in the next instant the red light was gone and Key chuckled to himself. What a coward.
On Friday night it was a different story. Key could feel that red laser pointing directly at him through everyone in the crowd, but instead of turning around and making eye contact with the lens, he continued dancing like he didn’t notice. Like he couldn’t feel a pair of eyes in particular, on top of the dozens of others, watching his movements.
His hips swirled and he ran his hands down his chest, fingers skating along the rim of his low-rise jeans. The glitter of his eyeliner was catching the strobe lights and lighting up his face, his lips moist and shimmery with the gloss he had applied before coming in. A simple black v-neck tee was tight on his torso, riding up with every occasional move to reveal a sliver of smooth skin. His fingers caught on the hem occasionally to bring it up and get air flow moving across his skin, the pink jewel of his belly ring glinting in the light and jingling along with his movements.
The song that was playing was heavy with a beat and Key was following along with it easily, and while most men would have looked ridiculous out on the dance floor moving in the way that he was, Key was all liquid silk and flowing limbs, graceful beyond words. He licked his lips and tasted the strawberry of his gloss and he continued to move, ignoring the people around him that were dancing with drinks in their hands. He never drank alcohol, it didn’t appeal to him considering the fact that alcohol made him get dehydrated faster when he danced.
The song switched and Key took a breather for a second, moving off of the dance floor and finding a stool at the bar. The bartender gave him a bottled water and Key uncapped it, drinking it greedily, some of the liquid spilling from the corners of his mouth and dribbling down his chin. Pulling the bottle away he used an elegant finger to collect the water and sucked on the tip, glancing over to where he knew the camera was still recording. His eyes caught the red light and this time there was no faltering, even as Key pulled his finger from his mouth and gave a wry smile. The red light bobbed a little bit and Key licked his lips before setting down the empty water bottle and sliding off of the stool, headed directly towards the red light.
He had figured that the cameraman would freak out, shut off the camera and run. But the red light stayed on and as Key got closer he saw long fingers holding up the camcorder, he saw delicious looking wrists and he briefly wondered if his stalker was female. That wouldn’t be surprising, but what was surprising was the elegance of her hands that almost rivaled his own and really, he had thought whoever was on the other end of that camera was going to be fat, oily and greasy.
He continued walking until he was about five feet away from the camera, in a stalemate with the red light, the cameraman hidden in the shadows. The spotlight shifted and the shadows moved, and finally Key’s admirer came out of the darkness, and Key felt the heat creep up his neck.
… Damn.
This was the finest stalker Key had ever seen.
It was a man, a man that looked to be a smidgen older than Key himself. A man with chocolatey hair nearly the same shade, maybe a bit darker than Key’s own, hanging messily in his eyes and over his pierced ears. And those eyes… They were bright and cheerful and they had a roguish glint in them that made Key’s breath hitch. Unconsciously Key licked his lips and the cameraman continued to film, and Key wondered why tonight the man hadn’t fled like the two pervious nights.
Taking another step closer, Key took in the relaxed denim jeans, the army boots, and the red v-neck sweater that was a bit loose on that thin frame. Which was an inch or two shorter than Key, the clubgoer noticed with a bit of amusement.
“Yah,” Key spoke, his voice rising over the music slightly so the cameraman could hear him.
The man’s eyes moved from the display screen of the camera to meet Key’s directly, a lopsided smile forming on the other man’s lips as he continued to film but watched Key closely. Now that Key knew who was behind that ominous red light, now that Key knew who had footage of him when he was at his finest, now that Key knew just who was taking that film home and watching it, he felt an inexplicable jolt of electricity run through his frame and his confidence faltered for a split second.
Taking another few steps forward, closing the distance between them, Key took the camera from the man’s hand. And the slightly shorter man let him, which was ridiculous because Key could steal it, he could throw it to the ground and smash it to a million pieces - but he didn’t. He held it out to the side and pointed it at the two of them, turning the display screen around so he could make sure they were both in the frame.
Everything he did he did with cat-like grace, his moves sure and direct, and he pressed himself up close to the brunet’s chest, loving how the others’ hands automatically rested on his slim hips, pulling him that much closer. Key faced him and held the camera steady, as he leaned in closer.
“You… pervert,” he whispered, his voice low and dripping with proverbial sex. “I bet you go home and jack off to this shit.”
“And what if I did?”
A shudder went through Key’s spine for two reasons.
First, he hadn’t expected the man to answer so bluntly, for the man to be just as confident as he was.
And secondly, that voice. That voice was going to haunt Key’s dreams tonight and he licked his lips, tasting the verbatim on his lips and savoring it as it mingled with the strawberry gloss, sticky and sweet and musky and fuck.
“The real thing is much better,” Key purred, and he really didn’t know why he was saying such a thing. He didn’t know this man’s name, how old he was, if he was an axe murderer or the biggest one: he didn’t know if this man was even clean. But he didn’t seem the type to be a serial killer and he certainly didn’t seem the type that would have any sort of disease, and Key was sharp enough to notice these things.
The man’s eyes dragged over Key’s face, neck, chest and body, before they lifted back up and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, making Key’s heart pound and the blood rush to his ears.
“Prove it.”
Key didn’t know if he had ever been capable of snapping. He’d been hit on a million times before in the club, he’d had many men that tried to court him and seduce him, he’d had plenty of girls try to do the same, but none of them were like this man. None of them were like this man that Key had never seen before, with his smug smile and his big, deep eyes, with his smooth words and something that was just pulling Key in closer like a moth to the flame.
But Key snapped, then, with those words, and before he could change his mind he closed the small gap between them and took the man’s lips with his own and God they tasted better than his smooth words. Their mouths shifted against each other, Key’s the smooth ocean waves and the other man’s the rough yet soft sandy beach. Two opposite things - the ocean being dangerous if the weather was churned up, the beach being callous and hot after baking under the sun. But they always complemented each other perfectly and created that perfect blend and if Key didn’t know any better, he would have said that he and this man kissed a million times before.
Still holding the camera out, he felt the man’s hand reach up and take the camera from him, and Key wrapped his arms around the man’s neck as a murmur fell over the club, people witnessing the phenomena that they never thought would happen. That untouchable vixen was kissing - no, he was French kissing the hell out of this man that had just appeared two nights ago, inhibitions tossed out the window.
The kiss broke all too soon though and the man stepped back, Key almost following him but keeping his pride in check as he let his arms drop from the smaller man’s shoulders. The cameraman merely smirked and shut off his camera, sending Key a wink.
“See you tomorrow night.”
Key watched as the man disappeared into the crowd and then into the night, licking his lips and smirking to himself in satisfaction.
Not because of this wonderful gem he’d discovered, but the fact that the lip gloss he was wearing was a bitch to get off, sticky as hell and clung to anything it touched.
That man would be thinking about Key all night.
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The next night, sure enough, Key was once again on the dance floor. It wasn’t long before that red dot appeared in his peripheral vision, and Key just worked his body that much harder, his movements controlled and calculated, hopefully having the desired effect. He turned and faced the camera, lifting a hand and crooking a finger - the red light shifted from side to side in what he assumed was a negative gesture, and Key arched a brow and slid his hand down his chest to the brim of his pants, pushing the material down a bit to expose more of his sharp hip bones and the pale skin underneath.
The camera nodded up and down and Key chuckled to himself.
If it was a show he wanted, then it was a show he was going to get.
Key dragged his finely manicured fingers up his pelvis line, to his hips, to the hem of his shirt, pushing up the material slowly as he did so. His locket belly ring glinted in the multi-colored lights but he easily passed it, lifting his shirt up a bit more before letting it drop, his hips swaying from side to side. He turned around, his back to the camera as he bent at the waist and touched his fingers to the floor - he was quite limber, and proud of it - before dragging his hands up his left leg, up his shin, past his knee, over his thigh and around to his ass before he swung it around and tossed his head as well, his expression nothing but fierce as he raised his finger once again to make the come-hither motion.
The man stepped out of the shadows and moved closer to the dance floor, but he started to walk towards the side and backwards, keeping the camera trained on Key as he made his way towards the door. Key almost screamed - was he really going to leave, again? That was completely unfair and unacceptable.
Keeping his cool (on the outside at least), Key sauntered off of the dance floor and followed the man, but the other didn’t seem to mind; he only smiled broader, his straight white teeth showing in the black lights as he made his way towards the side exit and slipped out, Key following him.
“And so the lioness leaves the den,” the man said, his voice melodic and light, making Key shudder and ignore the cheesy line.
“Can’t let my prey get away,” Key purred, and the shudder he saw wrack the man’s body was totally worth it as that tongue came out to swipe over those tasty lips.
No more words were exchanged as the man shut the display screen and turned off his camera, letting Key catch up to him as he wrapped his arm around the dancer’s slender waist.
“Well well well,” the man said, and Key would normally have been offended that he was being so casual when they just met, but he let it slide. “What’s your name, pretty thing?”
Key shrugged, his arm going around the man’s shoulders since, well, he was taller than the stranger.
“Depends.” Key smirked and kept his eyes forward as he spoke. “Whatever you want to call me, tonight, I’m yours.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath, “Careful what you promise to strangers, babe.”
“I can be anything… but your babe.” You needed to earn the right to call Key babe, and so far only his best friend was allowed to call him that, and it was acceptable because she was a girl and she’d kick his ass otherwise.
“Feisty.” The man commented before he suddenly veered to the left, pulling Key down a side street that he never paid attention to during the day.
He was lead to a motel; it wasn’t a seedy motel but it wasn’t 5-star, it was a nice medium and definitely made him feel like less of a slut (even though it didn’t really matter since the cat was out of the bag, purring and wanting attention). The man pulled Key down the hallway and to a door, pulling a key card out of his pocket and swiping it before pulling Key into the room, shutting the door before slamming the dancer up against it.
“Do you know how long I’ve been watching you?”
Under any other circumstance Key would be creeped out, he would be telling this man to shove it, and he would be going to the police to get a restraining order.
Under this particular circumstance, Key merely whimpered at the roughness and let the man press their bodies close together.
“One month. One month I’ve been going to that club and watching you dance. One month I’ve watched you turn down guy after guy and girls as well. I’ve watched you put yourself on a pedestal and be the biggest thing on the dance floor. But there’s something you gotta realize, babe.” The man licked the shell of Key’s ear, dipping inside and toying with the conch piercing, and Key couldn’t find it within his willpower to reprimand him for calling him babe. “There’s always going to be someone bigger and better than you.” He nipped at Key’s earlobe. “You just met your match.”
By this point Key was so hard that his thighs ached with the pressure, his mind was swimming and again he snapped, he snarled and pushed against the man even though he had no actual intentions of getting away.
“You fucking wish.”
The man smirked and pulled back, the smug expression back in place.
“Since the first time I saw you I wanted to make you mine…” the man pinned Key’s hands above his head against the door. “And that’s going to happen tonight.”
Key bared his teeth a bit but pushed his hips forward, daring the man to resist him, tempting the man to try and tame the beast.
“And by the way, my name is Jonghyun,” the man said, and Key furrowed his brow a bit at the odd time for the other to be introducing himself. Jonghyun leaned forward to speak directly into Key’s ear. “Remember it, ‘cause you’re gonna be screaming it all night long.”
Key couldn’t help the low, ragged moan that tore from his throat and soon Jonghyun’s lips were on his own, his hips grinding against Key’s, smashing him into the door and leaving him breathless as he choked and gasped for air, his head spinning with everything that was happening all at once. Using one hand to keep Key’s hands pinned against the door, his free hand traveled down and shoved itself under Key’s shirt to grope at the smooth skin, fanning over the slender chest and brushing over perky nipples, tweaking them slightly before he gripped Key’s hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him away from the door.
Still full of feline grace that surprised even Key, the dancer let himself be thrown onto the bed as he propped himself up on his elbows and bit on his swollen lower lip, spreading his legs and bending them slightly in invitation. Jonghyun licked his lips and pulled his camera out of his coat pocket and God Key wanted to scream, wanted to command that Jonghyun get on the God damn bed and ravish him silly but that red light turned on and Key discovered a side of him he hadn’t known existed before.
He figured he was a bit of an exhibitionist by the way he danced in the clubs, teasing everyone without a care in the world, but somehow with the camera in front of him and Jonghyun behind it, it just seemed to make sense as he palmed his erection through his tight jeans and dropped his head back. He moved like he’d done this a million times in front of the camera, like he was a seasoned pro, his chest rising and falling with his heady pants that were spilling from his moist lips.
Jonghyun moved over to the side of the bed, knees pressing against it, and Key glanced over and looked directly into the camera, licking his lips languidly and slowly as he slid his shirt up off his body and tossed it aside, exposing his pale flesh. He saw Jonghyun bite his lower lip, he saw his eyes widen slightly as he focused on the display screen, and Key decided that he was going to give Jonghyun the best show ever; he was going to convince Jonghyun to get on this bed with him without using any words.
Arching his back against the mattress and dropping his head back, his elbows pushed his chest up into his fingers that were toying with his nipples lightly, before his fingers slid down to his pants and undid the button, sliding the zipper down slowly. He removed his hands from his pants and let them roam over his body for a bit longer, feeling the warmth emanating off of him and creating palpable humidity in the stuffy motel room. His hips bucked up of their own accord and he dipped his fingers into his tight pants, teasing the head of his trapped erection, spreading the pre-cum around as a shudder drove down his spine.
He kicked his shoes off and really, getting those and his socks off without using his hands probably wasn’t the most awesome looking thing ever but Jonghyun kept the camera directed at Key’s upper body, and he was thankful for that as his feet finally became bare. His fingers hooked in his belt loops and he got up onto his knees, sinking into the mattress and slowly swaying his hips, each swivel bringing the pants lower and lower, inch by inch. His hip bones were completely revealed and he shimmied the pants down further, still keeping his movements fluid and smooth as he slid his pants down his thighs and freed his trapped erection, his body void of any sort of underwear.
He heard Jonghyun let out a soft noise once that fact was revealed and Key smirked, showing his teeth as his tongue licked the upper row slowly before he gripped the base of his arousal and gave it a solid pump, groaning and dropping his head back. His hips rolled just like they did when he danced as he fucked his hand slowly, his breath leaving his lips in soft pants as he ran his free hand over his torso, over his nipples and over his collarbone, up to his neck before he ran his fingers through his hair.
He released his cock and slid his pants further down, lying back against the pillows as Jonghyun moved to the foot of the bed. By now Key was completely focused on the show he was giving, not really paying attention to the other man but keeping in mind where he was so he could tease in the proper direction. He slid his pants off of his body the rest of the way and laid back, planting his feet flat on the mattress and spreading his legs, his hand returning to his swollen dick as his free hand raised his fingers to his lips.
Sucking on them obscenely, Key salivated over the digits and got them good and wet, before trailing them down his body all the way to his puckered hole, his index finger pressing against it. Just the light pressure was enough to make Key let out a whimper, his hips bucking up into his hand; fuck, how long had it been? Five months? Six? Way too long.
But Key’s body accepted his finger like an old friend, familiar as he probed his entrance and licked his lips, closing his eyes in concentration. A second finger was added and he scissored a few times, before pushing them even deeper and canting his hips, brushing against that spot inside that drove him wild. He let out a sharp cry, body spasming slightly, and he added a third finger, stretching himself properly as well as making white dots appear in his vision.
He felt the bed dip and he cracked his eyes open, his vision full of Jonghyun, who was now fully naked as he clambered between Key’s legs. Key vaguely noted that the man didn’t have the video camera but that thought flew out the window as Jonghyun grabbed the underside of his knees and pushed his legs back, driving his cock into Key’s opening with no warning whatsoever.
Clawing at the sheets, Key writhed beneath Jonghyun as the other man bent the dancer in half, knees by his head as he drove his cock deep into Key’s entrance repeatedly.
Everything about this man was perfect, amazing, the best thing Key had ever experienced in his entire life. The way his balls slapped against Key’s ass, the way his fingers held a bruising grip on his thighs, the way his body fit perfectly against Key’s despite the height difference, the way that those strong arms that had been hidden by long sleeves moved to wrap around Key’s torso.
Everything was perfect, more than perfect, Key’s mind going blank as he succumbed to the cock that was splitting his body in half, Jonghyun’s thrusts rough and deep. Jonghyun moved away for the briefest of seconds and used Key’s hips to forcefully flip the other man over, Key landing on his hands and knees as Jonghyun plowed into him again from behind. Key howled, the new position hitting his spot perfectly and he would never admit it, but doing it doggy style was his favorite way. It was a fail safe for his g-spot to be hit, but he loved the dominance that exuded from his partners.
Jonghyun grabbed the hair at the base of Key’s neck and yanked him up, Key letting out a pleasured cry as his scalp tingled from the abuse, the electric shocks running down his spine and to his cock, making the organ throb angrily with building anticipation of impending release. Jonghyun’s teeth sunk into Key’s shoulder and the dancer let out a harsh cry of God yes just like that Jonghyun, and it was like as soon as the other man’s fingers wrapped around his cock Key’s body gave in and trembled, ten point zero on the Richter scale as his orgasm ripped through him and set his blood on fire, his cum covering Jonghyun’s hand and the bed below, the other man’s name ripping from Key’s name like a vulgar prayer.
He felt more than heard Jonghyun groan into his shoulder, and soon he felt the other still and release into him, the feeling of cum filling up his insides making his head spin as he collapsed onto the bed, avoiding the mess he’d made, Jonghyun’s cock slipping out of his entrance.
Rolling over, Key offered a catty smile, his face the perfect picture of sated bliss. Jonghyun chuckled and reached over to grab the camera off of the tripod that Key hadn’t noticed before, and then directed it at the dancer’s face.
“What’s your name, babe,” Jonghyun asked.
Key purred a bit before a lazy smile split his lips, “Key. And you better remember it, because you’ll be screaming it later.”
End tape.