Sweat
Title: Sweat
Pairing: Jonghyun/Onew
Rating: NC-17
A/N: So this was supposed to be something completely different but I ended up erasing it and re-typing it like 3 times. My muse went bye-bye and I’m trying to lure her back with sweaty tasty handsome boys. 8]
It’s sorta working. xD
Bleh I really dunno about this Jongyu I'm so weird about writing them sdlkfjlsfjsfsds.
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Pump, pump, jump, pop.
Jonghyun’s eyes were glued to Jinki as they rehearsed the dance to their comeback song, everyone else having gone back to the dorm for the night. Jonghyun and Jinki had stayed behind to work out the finer details of the choreography, since they weren’t the best dancers out of the five, and were helping each other.
But Jonghyun couldn’t focus.
All he could see was the sweat dripping down Jinki’s jaw, watch as it glistened while it flung to the hard wood of the dance floor.
All he could see was Jinki’s hair darkening and dampening with sweat, all he could see was the chest and back of his shirt turning three shades darker with the moisture that was accumulating on his overheated body.
He could see that there were a few moves that would cause wardrobe malfunctions; namely, moves that made Jinki’s shirt lift up and reveal quite a bit of his flat, toned stomach.
Jonghyun licked his lips - he really couldn’t focus.
He was sitting on the floor against the wall, watching Jinki with hooded eyes. He wasn’t even going to bother hiding the heated stare, he wasn’t going to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Jinki as the leader worked tirelessly to perfect that bridge.
And God damn he needed to stop, because if his shirt lifted one more time…
Another sliver of skin was revealed and Jonghyun’s resolve snapped so loud, the crack of the whip even halting Jinki’s movements as the vocalist stood abruptly and made his way over to Jinki.
Jinki had stopped dancing right as soon as Jonghyun’s body lifted from the floor.
Jonghyun’s eyes raked over Jinki’s body from head to toe and those clothes were hiding too much and not revealing enough. He wanted to see sweat seeping out of Jinki’s pores, he wanted to see his flushed skin, he wanted to watch his abdomen contract as he inhaled and exhaled. He could see Jinki’s nipples straining against his shirt, his body exerting so much energy and obviously feeling confined in the tight tee and loose jeans.
“Jong-”
Jinki was cut off before he could say anything, Jonghyun pushing the older boy’s shoulder so hard that he backed right into the mirrored wall. Jinki’s eyes widened and Jonghyun saw a glint of fear flash in the olders’ eyes and it was just too perfect, it wasn’t perfect enough and Jonghyun just needed more.
His lips smashed against Jinki’s and the leader made a strangled sound in the back of his throat but submitted to the kiss, and Jonghyun was glad that Jinki wasn’t choosing this time to question just why Jonghyun was molesting him in the dance studio of all places.
Jonghyun wouldn’t be able to concentrate long enough to form an educated response.
His knee slipped between Jinki’s thighs and he felt the heat emanating from the slightly larger boy’s body, he felt those honey thighs quake as they shifted and parted, trembling from the over-exertion of dancing and probably just as dazed as the rest of Jinki’s body with the sudden force of being pinned to the mirror.
Jonghyun glanced over Jinki’s shoulder and caught sight of his own reflection; pupils dilated, teeth barred, cheeks flushed and hair mussed as he attacked Jinki’s neck with hot licks and kisses and nips and fuck, his hands couldn’t get anywhere fast enough as they slid up Jinki’s sides and bunched up the material of the dampened shirt, pulling it away from the skin and pushing it upwards as Jonghyun’s fingernails collected the sweat dripping off of Jinki’s body.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun mumbled against Jinki’s neck and the leader let out a shaken sound as the younger man dug his palms into those trembling abdomens, feeling the breath hitch beneath the flesh.
Pulling back Jonghyun all but ripped the shirt from Jinki’s body, the leader’s hair sticking up in odd directions with the aid of the sweat that was drenching the strands, but soon Jinki seemed to catch on to the situation as his hands moved to grab at Jonghyun’s shirt and pull it off of the shorter man’s body. Their chests slid together, Jonghyun’s previously dried perspiration suddenly sparking back to life as soon as Jinki’s mingled with it, the liquids dripping down their bodies and down to their pants, soaking that material too.
Jonghyun grabbed Jinki by the hips and whipped the leader around and pinned him down to the floor, now, rutting their clothed groins together. Jinki let out a low cry and tossed his head back, hitting the hard wood of the floor, and Jonghyun reached up to cradle the base of the leader’s neck to cushion some of the abuse it was about to take, his free hand moving between their bodies to hurriedly work at the loose pants and shimmy them down to their thighs.
“Jonghyun,” Jinki breathed out, his voice husky and laced with a bit of confusion, lust evident over everything.
Jonghyun glanced up and caught eyes with the leader, and the smirk that unfurled over his lips was something sinister, as he felt Jinki’s body tremble beneath him in anticipation.
There was no time for foreplay, not when the foreplay had been the tease of Jinki’s shirt lifting and falling, the tease of watching sweat drip down Jinki’s body and disappear in places that Jonghyun would give just about anything to run his tongue over.
Alright, so there was a little time for foreplay, as Jonghyun’s tongue snaked out and licked up all of the perspiration, the saltiness of it dancing over his taste buds and sending his mind reeling as he licked the contours of Jinki’s body and made his way down to his hip bones, nipping at the protruding angles lightly with his teeth.
Jinki’s hips bucked up and Jonghyun pulled back to shuck his pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside and grabbing the underside of Jinki’s knees, tilting the leader a bit on his side and lifting the others’ leg over his shoulder. Eye-level with Jinki’s dripping, fat dick Jonghyun completely avoided the prize and went straight for the gold, his tongue trailing down the inside of Jinki’s thigh slowly before probing at Jinki’s entrance.
The leader smelled of sweat, of musk, of an undeniably manly scent that spoke volumes of the person, of the hard work and dedication he put himself through daily, working his ass off to be the best leader he can be to his dongsaengs. He smelled fucking perfect and Jonghyun inhaled deeply, hearing the whimper that left Jinki’s throat - whether it was from embarrassment or arousal Jonghyun didn’t care to find out, because he was going to do as he God damn pleased.
He spit on Jinki’s skin and let it mingle with the sweat before he continued to tongue fuck the leader, his own hand moving to his pants to free his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers and start stroking it. He swirled the pre-cum around the tip and collected it on his finger, bringing it up and pulling his mouth away from Jinki’s entrance, saliva connecting his chin to the quivering flesh as he slipped a finger inside and started to really work.
Jinki’s head tossed back and without the cushion of Jonghyun’s hand behind it, it made a rather sickening noise as it hit the floor but neither men paid attention to it as Jonghyun worked another finger inside, too impatient to really worry about stretching Jinki properly. But Jinki didn’t seem to be complaining, his blunt nails clawing at the hard wood floor as his back bowed and slumped and his chest heaved with his breaths, his skin flushed a pretty pink.
Smirking to himself, Jonghyun reached up with his free hand and shoved his fingers past Jinki’s fat, swollen lips, groaning as he felt that tongue laving around the digits and soaking them thoroughly, teeth scraping along the pads and fuck if Jonghyun wasn’t sure that the manager was going to be coming around in a short while to look for them he knew that he would want to fuck those lips so hard, so bad, feel that thick tongue along the underside of his cock, feel those cheeks hollow around his shaft, feel the head of his dick bump along that perfect throat.
Sliding his fingers free, the saliva shimmering in the bright light of the room, Jonghyun jerked himself a few times, feverish as he scooted forward and bumped the crown of his cock against Jinki’s stretched entrance. Jinki rocked his hips as if trying to coerce the organ into his body but Jonghyun relented for a second, leaning forward, hands on either side of Jinki’s head as he leaned down and nibbled on the leaders’ ear.
“You want me to fuck you?” Jonghyun asked, his voice gravelly and thick with want.
Jinki gasped, “Yes, please, Jonghyun…”
“Tell me,” Jonghyun breathed, sliding the head of his dick along the crevice of Jinki’s ass, nudging at his balls and his scrotum.
“Fuck, fuck me Jonghyun God,” Jinki raised his hands to claw at Jonghyun’s back as best as he could with blunt finger nails, the pressure of his fingers digging into Jonghyun’s back driving the younger to slam his hips forward and burying himself in the tight heat.
They both cried out, unable to contain the noise as Jinki’s body clamped around Jonghyun’s dick and either tried to suck it in further or expel it, Jonghyun wasn’t sure but the constricting muscles were amazing around his cock and he rocked his hips, he couldn’t be patient, not now, not ever, not when it came to Jinki.
Not when it came to Jinki, who dripped with sweat, who flipped his wet hair around, who didn’t even know that he had been teasing Jonghyun for four hours straight.
Jinki’s powerful thighs gripped at Jonghyun’s narrow waist and the pressure of Jonghyun’s sharp hip bones sliding against Jinki’s honey thighs was most likely going to leave bruises, bad, nasty bruises that were going to add on to the difficulty of walking the next day but neither cared.
Jonghyun whimpered and buried his face in Jinki’s neck and nipped and licked at the skin, trying his best to not leave any marks but God he just wanted to drive his teeth into that skin, he wanted to suck the sweat out of Jinki’s body and live off of the taste, the smell. They were sliding along the floor with every thrust but neither cared as Jonghyun kept Jinki in place with his hands still on either side of the leaders’ forehead, Jinki’s shoulders bumping against his wrists, and he pulled back to get the full picture.
Head tossing from side to side, sweat dripping down his brow and his nose and collecting on his upper lip, collar bone shimmering with the perspiration, eyes barely open but so dark, so fucking wet with need and want, some drool collecting at the corner of his mouth that he couldn’t keep shut, cheeks tinged a light pink and nipples hard and dark with arousal.
Lee Jinki was fucking beautiful.
The sight alone was unraveling Jonghyun thread by thread; Jonghyun knew that he didn’t need to even touch Jinki to cum, all he had to do was imagine the way his body was moving under his clothes, how his muscles contracted, how the sweat dripped down the contours. And damn Jonghyun had a pretty vivid imagination that all led up to this moment, right here on the floor of their mirrored dance studio.
Lifting his head a bit Jonghyun caught the reflection of him fucking Jinki into the floor, Jinki’s limbs wrapped around his slightly smaller frame, the sheen of sweat on their bodies tangible above everything else as it added to the slickness and made it easier for them to slide together, made it easier for Jonghyun’s cock to drive in and out of that beautiful, glorious hole, made it easier on Jinki’s swollen dick that was stuck between their shifting bodies.
“Jonghyun…”
Jinki’s breathy whisper of his name brought Jonghyun back to the real thing instead of their reflection as he glanced down to see a small smirk lilting the corner of Jinki’s lips. The message was communicated and Jonghyun took a moment to savor the older man’s glistening eyes, before his hands gripped Jinki’s hips and flipped him over, forcing the leader onto his stomach, his hands knocking apart his thighs as he laid over Jinki’s back and slipped his cock back inside, the different position making Jinki’s body hug him even tighter than before.
“Fuck, Jinki,” Jonghyun cursed through his teeth, his chest sliding along Jinki’s back.
Jinki whined, his erection trapped between his body and the floor probably none too comfortable; Jonghyun lifted one of Jinki’s hips and slid his hand beneath the slightly bigger boy’s body and took ahold of his cock, jerking him erratically, every two strokes equaling one thrust into that tight heat.
Jinki pushed himself up onto his elbows and his knees, Jonghyun not missing a beat before he rocked back into the vacuous heat, feeling Jinki’s body just suck him in completely and try to milk orgasm from him.
Giving in to temptation, Jonghyun bent over Jinki’s back and dug his teeth into Jinki’s shoulder, feeling the skin break and warm blood rise to the surface of the flesh and leak into his mouth, Jinki shouting out and trembling beneath him as Jonghyun’s stroking hand got sticky and incredibly warm, Jinki’s body convulsing and trembling and his elbows giving out as his chest and chin collided with the floor.
Jonghyun soon followed, the metallic taste of blood mixed with the salty sweat on his tongue finally triggering his toes to curl and his fingers to grip Jinki’s hips impossibly tight, bruising them too as he slammed home and felt his orgasm coil, tense and then spring - he pulled out just in time to spill his hot cum over the small of Jinki’s back, the older hissing slightly at the sudden heat, Jonghyun pumping his dick to get the full effect of his orgasm, before he slumped slightly and worked to catch his breath.
Humming slightly, Jonghyun bent and licked up his mess, blood sweat and cum all mingling together on his taste buds. Jinki collapsed completely to the floor and rolled over once Jonghyun pulled away, looking up at the vocalist with hooded, drained, sated eyes.
“Pervert,” Jinki mumbled, the smile on his lips contradicting the insult.
“So?” Jonghyun crawled over Jinki and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to his lips, exchanging all of the flavors that were dancing on his taste buds.
Jinki sighed into the kiss and dropped his head back against the floor, this time wincing. “I’m going to get a concussion. You should treat your elders with respect.”
Jonghyun laughed and pulled back, surveying Jinki’s body; there were deep bruises on his hips and sure enough on the insides of his thighs where Jonghyun’s hip bones collided with the muscle.
“Would you rather be able to walk or have a concussion?” Jonghyun asked, his grin lopsided as he picked up his soiled shirt and cleaned himself off, before doing the same to Jinki.
“I don’t think I get a choice of either-or this time,” Jinki laughed, taking in his bruised skin.
“Sorry, I didn’t think tofu would bruise so easily~” Jonghyun sing-songed, standing up, freshly energized.
Jinki groaned, “Jonghyun…”
“Hm?” the singer blinked down at the leader, who was rubbing the back of his head.
“I still don’t have the choreography down.”
Jonghyun grinned, “Really? Well, we’ll just have to spend more time in the studio.”
“Yah,” Jinki grabbed his dirty shirt and whipped Jonghyun’s ass with it, “that’s what you said last time I couldn’t learn a dance and it ended the same way! You’re lucky Key is a good teacher otherwise I’d be screwed.”
Jonghyun seemed to contemplate this, and then grinned.
“You mean you want Key to join us next time?”
“You punk!”
Pairing: Jonghyun/Onew
Rating: NC-17
A/N: So this was supposed to be something completely different but I ended up erasing it and re-typing it like 3 times. My muse went bye-bye and I’m trying to lure her back with sweaty tasty handsome boys. 8]
It’s sorta working. xD
Bleh I really dunno about this Jongyu I'm so weird about writing them sdlkfjlsfjsfsds.
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Pump, pump, jump, pop.
Jonghyun’s eyes were glued to Jinki as they rehearsed the dance to their comeback song, everyone else having gone back to the dorm for the night. Jonghyun and Jinki had stayed behind to work out the finer details of the choreography, since they weren’t the best dancers out of the five, and were helping each other.
But Jonghyun couldn’t focus.
All he could see was the sweat dripping down Jinki’s jaw, watch as it glistened while it flung to the hard wood of the dance floor.
All he could see was Jinki’s hair darkening and dampening with sweat, all he could see was the chest and back of his shirt turning three shades darker with the moisture that was accumulating on his overheated body.
He could see that there were a few moves that would cause wardrobe malfunctions; namely, moves that made Jinki’s shirt lift up and reveal quite a bit of his flat, toned stomach.
Jonghyun licked his lips - he really couldn’t focus.
He was sitting on the floor against the wall, watching Jinki with hooded eyes. He wasn’t even going to bother hiding the heated stare, he wasn’t going to hide the fact that he was blatantly staring at Jinki as the leader worked tirelessly to perfect that bridge.
And God damn he needed to stop, because if his shirt lifted one more time…
Another sliver of skin was revealed and Jonghyun’s resolve snapped so loud, the crack of the whip even halting Jinki’s movements as the vocalist stood abruptly and made his way over to Jinki.
Jinki had stopped dancing right as soon as Jonghyun’s body lifted from the floor.
Jonghyun’s eyes raked over Jinki’s body from head to toe and those clothes were hiding too much and not revealing enough. He wanted to see sweat seeping out of Jinki’s pores, he wanted to see his flushed skin, he wanted to watch his abdomen contract as he inhaled and exhaled. He could see Jinki’s nipples straining against his shirt, his body exerting so much energy and obviously feeling confined in the tight tee and loose jeans.
“Jong-”
Jinki was cut off before he could say anything, Jonghyun pushing the older boy’s shoulder so hard that he backed right into the mirrored wall. Jinki’s eyes widened and Jonghyun saw a glint of fear flash in the olders’ eyes and it was just too perfect, it wasn’t perfect enough and Jonghyun just needed more.
His lips smashed against Jinki’s and the leader made a strangled sound in the back of his throat but submitted to the kiss, and Jonghyun was glad that Jinki wasn’t choosing this time to question just why Jonghyun was molesting him in the dance studio of all places.
Jonghyun wouldn’t be able to concentrate long enough to form an educated response.
His knee slipped between Jinki’s thighs and he felt the heat emanating from the slightly larger boy’s body, he felt those honey thighs quake as they shifted and parted, trembling from the over-exertion of dancing and probably just as dazed as the rest of Jinki’s body with the sudden force of being pinned to the mirror.
Jonghyun glanced over Jinki’s shoulder and caught sight of his own reflection; pupils dilated, teeth barred, cheeks flushed and hair mussed as he attacked Jinki’s neck with hot licks and kisses and nips and fuck, his hands couldn’t get anywhere fast enough as they slid up Jinki’s sides and bunched up the material of the dampened shirt, pulling it away from the skin and pushing it upwards as Jonghyun’s fingernails collected the sweat dripping off of Jinki’s body.
“Fuck,” Jonghyun mumbled against Jinki’s neck and the leader let out a shaken sound as the younger man dug his palms into those trembling abdomens, feeling the breath hitch beneath the flesh.
Pulling back Jonghyun all but ripped the shirt from Jinki’s body, the leader’s hair sticking up in odd directions with the aid of the sweat that was drenching the strands, but soon Jinki seemed to catch on to the situation as his hands moved to grab at Jonghyun’s shirt and pull it off of the shorter man’s body. Their chests slid together, Jonghyun’s previously dried perspiration suddenly sparking back to life as soon as Jinki’s mingled with it, the liquids dripping down their bodies and down to their pants, soaking that material too.
Jonghyun grabbed Jinki by the hips and whipped the leader around and pinned him down to the floor, now, rutting their clothed groins together. Jinki let out a low cry and tossed his head back, hitting the hard wood of the floor, and Jonghyun reached up to cradle the base of the leader’s neck to cushion some of the abuse it was about to take, his free hand moving between their bodies to hurriedly work at the loose pants and shimmy them down to their thighs.
“Jonghyun,” Jinki breathed out, his voice husky and laced with a bit of confusion, lust evident over everything.
Jonghyun glanced up and caught eyes with the leader, and the smirk that unfurled over his lips was something sinister, as he felt Jinki’s body tremble beneath him in anticipation.
There was no time for foreplay, not when the foreplay had been the tease of Jinki’s shirt lifting and falling, the tease of watching sweat drip down Jinki’s body and disappear in places that Jonghyun would give just about anything to run his tongue over.
Alright, so there was a little time for foreplay, as Jonghyun’s tongue snaked out and licked up all of the perspiration, the saltiness of it dancing over his taste buds and sending his mind reeling as he licked the contours of Jinki’s body and made his way down to his hip bones, nipping at the protruding angles lightly with his teeth.
Jinki’s hips bucked up and Jonghyun pulled back to shuck his pants the rest of the way off, tossing them aside and grabbing the underside of Jinki’s knees, tilting the leader a bit on his side and lifting the others’ leg over his shoulder. Eye-level with Jinki’s dripping, fat dick Jonghyun completely avoided the prize and went straight for the gold, his tongue trailing down the inside of Jinki’s thigh slowly before probing at Jinki’s entrance.
The leader smelled of sweat, of musk, of an undeniably manly scent that spoke volumes of the person, of the hard work and dedication he put himself through daily, working his ass off to be the best leader he can be to his dongsaengs. He smelled fucking perfect and Jonghyun inhaled deeply, hearing the whimper that left Jinki’s throat - whether it was from embarrassment or arousal Jonghyun didn’t care to find out, because he was going to do as he God damn pleased.
He spit on Jinki’s skin and let it mingle with the sweat before he continued to tongue fuck the leader, his own hand moving to his pants to free his throbbing cock from the confines of his boxers and start stroking it. He swirled the pre-cum around the tip and collected it on his finger, bringing it up and pulling his mouth away from Jinki’s entrance, saliva connecting his chin to the quivering flesh as he slipped a finger inside and started to really work.
Jinki’s head tossed back and without the cushion of Jonghyun’s hand behind it, it made a rather sickening noise as it hit the floor but neither men paid attention to it as Jonghyun worked another finger inside, too impatient to really worry about stretching Jinki properly. But Jinki didn’t seem to be complaining, his blunt nails clawing at the hard wood floor as his back bowed and slumped and his chest heaved with his breaths, his skin flushed a pretty pink.
Smirking to himself, Jonghyun reached up with his free hand and shoved his fingers past Jinki’s fat, swollen lips, groaning as he felt that tongue laving around the digits and soaking them thoroughly, teeth scraping along the pads and fuck if Jonghyun wasn’t sure that the manager was going to be coming around in a short while to look for them he knew that he would want to fuck those lips so hard, so bad, feel that thick tongue along the underside of his cock, feel those cheeks hollow around his shaft, feel the head of his dick bump along that perfect throat.
Sliding his fingers free, the saliva shimmering in the bright light of the room, Jonghyun jerked himself a few times, feverish as he scooted forward and bumped the crown of his cock against Jinki’s stretched entrance. Jinki rocked his hips as if trying to coerce the organ into his body but Jonghyun relented for a second, leaning forward, hands on either side of Jinki’s head as he leaned down and nibbled on the leaders’ ear.
“You want me to fuck you?” Jonghyun asked, his voice gravelly and thick with want.
Jinki gasped, “Yes, please, Jonghyun…”
“Tell me,” Jonghyun breathed, sliding the head of his dick along the crevice of Jinki’s ass, nudging at his balls and his scrotum.
“Fuck, fuck me Jonghyun God,” Jinki raised his hands to claw at Jonghyun’s back as best as he could with blunt finger nails, the pressure of his fingers digging into Jonghyun’s back driving the younger to slam his hips forward and burying himself in the tight heat.
They both cried out, unable to contain the noise as Jinki’s body clamped around Jonghyun’s dick and either tried to suck it in further or expel it, Jonghyun wasn’t sure but the constricting muscles were amazing around his cock and he rocked his hips, he couldn’t be patient, not now, not ever, not when it came to Jinki.
Not when it came to Jinki, who dripped with sweat, who flipped his wet hair around, who didn’t even know that he had been teasing Jonghyun for four hours straight.
Jinki’s powerful thighs gripped at Jonghyun’s narrow waist and the pressure of Jonghyun’s sharp hip bones sliding against Jinki’s honey thighs was most likely going to leave bruises, bad, nasty bruises that were going to add on to the difficulty of walking the next day but neither cared.
Jonghyun whimpered and buried his face in Jinki’s neck and nipped and licked at the skin, trying his best to not leave any marks but God he just wanted to drive his teeth into that skin, he wanted to suck the sweat out of Jinki’s body and live off of the taste, the smell. They were sliding along the floor with every thrust but neither cared as Jonghyun kept Jinki in place with his hands still on either side of the leaders’ forehead, Jinki’s shoulders bumping against his wrists, and he pulled back to get the full picture.
Head tossing from side to side, sweat dripping down his brow and his nose and collecting on his upper lip, collar bone shimmering with the perspiration, eyes barely open but so dark, so fucking wet with need and want, some drool collecting at the corner of his mouth that he couldn’t keep shut, cheeks tinged a light pink and nipples hard and dark with arousal.
Lee Jinki was fucking beautiful.
The sight alone was unraveling Jonghyun thread by thread; Jonghyun knew that he didn’t need to even touch Jinki to cum, all he had to do was imagine the way his body was moving under his clothes, how his muscles contracted, how the sweat dripped down the contours. And damn Jonghyun had a pretty vivid imagination that all led up to this moment, right here on the floor of their mirrored dance studio.
Lifting his head a bit Jonghyun caught the reflection of him fucking Jinki into the floor, Jinki’s limbs wrapped around his slightly smaller frame, the sheen of sweat on their bodies tangible above everything else as it added to the slickness and made it easier for them to slide together, made it easier for Jonghyun’s cock to drive in and out of that beautiful, glorious hole, made it easier on Jinki’s swollen dick that was stuck between their shifting bodies.
“Jonghyun…”
Jinki’s breathy whisper of his name brought Jonghyun back to the real thing instead of their reflection as he glanced down to see a small smirk lilting the corner of Jinki’s lips. The message was communicated and Jonghyun took a moment to savor the older man’s glistening eyes, before his hands gripped Jinki’s hips and flipped him over, forcing the leader onto his stomach, his hands knocking apart his thighs as he laid over Jinki’s back and slipped his cock back inside, the different position making Jinki’s body hug him even tighter than before.
“Fuck, Jinki,” Jonghyun cursed through his teeth, his chest sliding along Jinki’s back.
Jinki whined, his erection trapped between his body and the floor probably none too comfortable; Jonghyun lifted one of Jinki’s hips and slid his hand beneath the slightly bigger boy’s body and took ahold of his cock, jerking him erratically, every two strokes equaling one thrust into that tight heat.
Jinki pushed himself up onto his elbows and his knees, Jonghyun not missing a beat before he rocked back into the vacuous heat, feeling Jinki’s body just suck him in completely and try to milk orgasm from him.
Giving in to temptation, Jonghyun bent over Jinki’s back and dug his teeth into Jinki’s shoulder, feeling the skin break and warm blood rise to the surface of the flesh and leak into his mouth, Jinki shouting out and trembling beneath him as Jonghyun’s stroking hand got sticky and incredibly warm, Jinki’s body convulsing and trembling and his elbows giving out as his chest and chin collided with the floor.
Jonghyun soon followed, the metallic taste of blood mixed with the salty sweat on his tongue finally triggering his toes to curl and his fingers to grip Jinki’s hips impossibly tight, bruising them too as he slammed home and felt his orgasm coil, tense and then spring - he pulled out just in time to spill his hot cum over the small of Jinki’s back, the older hissing slightly at the sudden heat, Jonghyun pumping his dick to get the full effect of his orgasm, before he slumped slightly and worked to catch his breath.
Humming slightly, Jonghyun bent and licked up his mess, blood sweat and cum all mingling together on his taste buds. Jinki collapsed completely to the floor and rolled over once Jonghyun pulled away, looking up at the vocalist with hooded, drained, sated eyes.
“Pervert,” Jinki mumbled, the smile on his lips contradicting the insult.
“So?” Jonghyun crawled over Jinki and pressed a deep, lingering kiss to his lips, exchanging all of the flavors that were dancing on his taste buds.
Jinki sighed into the kiss and dropped his head back against the floor, this time wincing. “I’m going to get a concussion. You should treat your elders with respect.”
Jonghyun laughed and pulled back, surveying Jinki’s body; there were deep bruises on his hips and sure enough on the insides of his thighs where Jonghyun’s hip bones collided with the muscle.
“Would you rather be able to walk or have a concussion?” Jonghyun asked, his grin lopsided as he picked up his soiled shirt and cleaned himself off, before doing the same to Jinki.
“I don’t think I get a choice of either-or this time,” Jinki laughed, taking in his bruised skin.
“Sorry, I didn’t think tofu would bruise so easily~” Jonghyun sing-songed, standing up, freshly energized.
Jinki groaned, “Jonghyun…”
“Hm?” the singer blinked down at the leader, who was rubbing the back of his head.
“I still don’t have the choreography down.”
Jonghyun grinned, “Really? Well, we’ll just have to spend more time in the studio.”
“Yah,” Jinki grabbed his dirty shirt and whipped Jonghyun’s ass with it, “that’s what you said last time I couldn’t learn a dance and it ended the same way! You’re lucky Key is a good teacher otherwise I’d be screwed.”
Jonghyun seemed to contemplate this, and then grinned.
“You mean you want Key to join us next time?”
“You punk!”