Dat Butt-Dance
Title: Dat Butt Dance
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Warning: Girl group dances from Key
Rating: NC-17
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The 'on air' light turned off and the idol panel disbanded, Jonghyun taking his time as he lingered within the risers. Today's recording had been great, a real daebak, but the fact of the matter was that due to the intensity of his bandmate's absolute lack of shame, he was sporting an erection that could poke out an eye and wasn't in the mood to be discovered too soon. It didn't help that Kibum was wearing that God awful 4minute outfit from that one stage performance, Jonghyun couldn't remember what the fuck it was because he'd been too busy staring at Key's hair, his sparkly make-up and fuck he always hit those chest pops so hard, and that fucking pink retarded frilly thing just emphasized each popping movement to the nth degree, and --
"Jjong, are you coming?"
Jonghyun snapped his eyes over to Kibum, who was holding a water bottle near his lips. Jonghyun's eyes zeroed in on the moisture that was left from the rip of the bottle, dancing over his glossy lips, and soon those lips were moving again, and fuck, what was Kibum saying?
"... standing there like some sort of zombie, we have a schedule to keep up, you know."
Kibum's voice was in the typical 'umma scolding' tone, used when they were late to something or in danger of being late to something. But right now, instead of shrinking back, lowering his head and following Key, Jonghyun strutted forward towards the boy, his eyes raking over Kibum's body hungrily. Kibum didn't notice, once again letting the water bottle take up residence on his lips; but fuck, doesn't he know how fucking amazing those silver pants make his ass look? Surely he does. He has to. It's just something that's impossible to ignore.
At least, to Jonghyun.
The production crew was wrapping up the camera cables, various producers were running flashdrives to each other along with food and parcels, and the entire ruckus of the studio was halted as Kibum let out an indignant shriek as his water bottle was struck from his hands. The plastic container flew off towards the side, water spiraling out of it as it clattered on the floor, rolling away; the crew's eyes widened as they saw Jonghyun dangerously close to Kibum, and someone briefly thought of calling the cops, but when Jonghyun's hands grabbed the sides of Key's face and smashed their lips together, the crew instead shut their lips and pretended they didn't see a thing as they rushed to continue their business.
Key's footing faltered - the perfect Key who never missed a dance step or faltered with anything - stumbled, and Jonghyun wrapped an arm around his waist as his mouth opened to dominate the younger boys'.
"Mmmf--- Jjo---!"
When Jonghyun's lips parted with Kibum's, the dancer gasped and shoved at Jonghyun's chest, hard, causing the lead vocalist to skid backwards, a confused expression on his face.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Kim Jonghyun, I can NOT believe you!" Kibum fumed, before throwing his hands up in the air and stalking off towards the back of the studio to the dressing rooms.
Jonghyun was left standing there, licking his lips, the rest of the crew watching on with vast, indeterminable amounts of curiosity. The faux-blond chuckled awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair, before he just left the studio altogether, leaving an equally awkward crew behind him.
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"How can he even THINK to do such a thing?" Kibum was in Jo Kwon's dressing room, pacing back and forth as he ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly. "I just -- and in front of the entire crew, Kwonnie!"
"Bummie," Kwon stood up from his stool and placed his hands on Kibum's shoulders, offering a sympathetic glance. "Calm down. I don't blame him for his outburst, it was going to happen sooner or later."
Key's eyes blurred and focused for a second, before his mouth fell agape. "What?"
Jo Kwon rolled his eyes, as if it were the most obvious answer he could have given. "C'mon, you never noticed that he practically drools all over himself whenever you do a girl dance?"
"But - he - he's STRAIGHT!" Kibum squawked indignantly, defending Jonghyun's heterosexual pride.
The older of the two laughed, "Really? Because he's anything but that whenever you start to wiggle those hips." Kwon raked his eyes down Kibum's body and back up again. "Especially in those pants. Where did you get these, they're fabulous--"
"Get your hands off of him."
The two divas glanced towards the doorway, experiencing an eyeful of red-faced, heaving Jonghyun. The vocalist stepped into the room and wrapped a possessive hand around Kibum's bicep, pulling the slightly smaller male to his body as he glared at Jo Kwon, who merely laughed and shook his head.
"Right. Yeah. Arrow."
The older diva left despite Kibum's pleas and whimpers and don't you dare fucking lock that door, and soon Jonghyun and Key were stuck in the dressing room by themselves. Jonghyun's face had returned to it's natural color (mostly), but Kibum let out an annoyed grunt and placed his hands on his hips.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" Kibum demanded, and Jonghyun almost looked guilty, before his expression turned defiant.
"More like what the hell has gotten into you? Dancing around like that in those ridiculous outfits-"
"My outfits are NOT ridiculous, you have no room to talk Mr. Polka-Dot-EVERYTHING-"
"My clothing aren't revealing-"
The argument was suddenly ceased as once again Kibum's mouth was being covered by Jonghyun's. This time, instead of throwing a fit and pushing Jonghyun away, Kibum gripped the boy's collar and pulled him impossibly closer, his mouth fighting over the dominance that the faux-blond was trying to exude over him. Their heads tilted in the opposite direction, the same direction, they just melded together and nothing else was relevant as Jonghyun really started to reveal Kibum under the clothes. Off came that ridiculous pink frilly thing; lips connected with an exposed collarbone from the wide cut of the black t-shirt the dancer was wearing, before that too came off, necklace clattering to the ground as well. Hands snaked down to silver pants, thumbs hooking in the stretchy material and teasing it over the sharp hips before undoing the fastenings, pushing them down toned, slender thighs.
"No underwear? Kibum-"
"Shut the fuck up Jonghyun-"
Words were muffled and curses were uttered beneath breaths as Kibum practically ripped the clothing from Jonghyun's body, and soon Kibum's lower back was hitting the counter of the large vanity, knocking over various hair products and accessories. Kibum's hands flew to the surface behind him, his back arching into the kisses that Jonghyun was spreading over his bare chest, head dropping and mouth opening as he let out a low, languid moan. Over Kibum's shoulder Jonghyun's eyes caught the mirror, the reflection of himself molesting a more than willing Key heading straight to his groin. Call him a narcissist, but fuck they looked good like this, panting and flushed and shit when did Kibum's hand get in his boxers?
"Quit staring at yourself," Key hissed as he gave Jonghyun's cock a sharp tug, keeping the older boy close to himself as he wrapped his thighs around the vocalist's waist.
"Shut up," was Jonghyun's ultimate retort, and he executed his demand with a torrid kiss, teeth and tongue and hands wandering behind Kibum's back on the counter of the vanity.
He knocked over a few more bottles, sending them to the floor in a careless tumble of stuff, and he opened his eyes and peered over Key's shoulder again to get a glimpse of what he was grabbing at, and then finally picked up a bottle of anti-frizz spray.
"... Seriously?"
"Do you want me to go ask Minho if he can use his psychic powers to magically make a bottle of lube appear?"
Kibum's argument was null with Jonghyun's brilliant response, and the dancer hopped off of the counter and turned around, resting his forearms on the surface as he ground his ass against the faux-blond's groin. Once again words meant nothing and even curses weren't uttered, just groans and grunts and hisses and rutting as Jonghyun ground his dick into Kibum's ass cheeks a few times. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle he was holding and poured some of the water-like substance into his hand, dipping his fingers into it, roughly shoving two into Key's entrance right away.
"Fuck-- Jonghyun I'm not a fucking girl you can't just shove two fingers into my ass like it's a vagina or something!"
Jongyhun seemed genuinely sorry, as he withdrew his fingers and gently probed in with one instead. Obviously, this was new to him, and new to Key though Key seemed to be a bit more knowledgeable about the subject, anyhow. He carefully worked his fingers in and followed Kibum's instructions, doing his best to not retort with a smartass comment while holding the fear that if he opened his mouth otherwise, he was going to leave this dressing room a very, very depressed man with the worst case of blue-balls, ever. As he worked into Kibum's entrance, soon Kibum was gripping the sides of the vanity and rocking backwards, pants of oh God yes, faster, harder, God damn it just fuck me Jonghyun, and Jonghyun dropped his drawers and coated his erection before pressing the tip against the stretched hole.
He hesitated only for a moment, wondering if Kibum was going to bite his head off for making a move without instructions, but when Key's ass ground back against his slick cock, Jonghyun threw caution to the wind and pushed all the way into the writhing boy beneath him. The noise that left Kibum's throat was a mixture of a growl, a mewl, a whimper and a distressed cry, and fuck if it wasn't the sexiest thing that Jonghyun had ever heard. He wanted to record it and put it on repeat forever.
From beneath him Key wriggled and pushed back on his dick, and a flame ignited in Jonghyun's lower back as he pulled out and pushed back in. His hand moved to the back of Kibum's neck, keeping his head bowed in a submissive gesture, the faux-blond watching the ripple of pleasure that visibly started at the base of Key's spine and traveled up to his hair, jarring broken moans out of his mouth. His creamy skin was flushed, fresh sweat was starting to accumulate with the old, and Jonghyun's free hand gripped Kibum's so hard that angry red marks were in his wake a few moments later when he released his hip in favor of reaching around and jerking the boy's cock in clumsy accordance to his thrusts.
"Fuck - fuck - fuck - Jonghyun, harder, God damn it -"
For it being his first time, Key was really a slut. But Jonghyun wasn't about to refuse the boy's demands; he pulled out and slammed back in, the vanity rocking against the wall, the mirror banging against the surface and rocking precariously. Everything went unnoticed to the couple that was in their own world; Jonghyun stilled in his thrusts as he glanced around them and spotted a chair, and he pulled out of Kibum as he dragged the disoriented boy towards the chair. The faux-blond sat in the chair and held his hands out to Kibum, who looked confused, but took his hyung's hands anyway. Jonghyun instructed without words how he wanted Kibum to sit; facing him, legs straddling his thighs, ass on his cock.
The new position made Kibum bite his lip so hard it bled, it was going to be hard to explain that to manager-ssi when this whole thing was over. But that was the last thing on their minds as Jonghyun's thrusting picked up once more, his lips attaching to the beautiful column that was Key's neck, kissing down to those collarbones that Jonghyun couldn't take his mind off of ever since that weird guy taught them how to pole dance, to a nipple where his tongue swirled and his teeth nipped. Kibum's fingers tangled in his hair and Jonghyun decides in that moment that he wants to always be facing Kibum so they can have contact like this, the needy desperate wanton touching that was encompassing them entirely.
It's closing to an end before they both want it to, Kibum's thighs quaking with the effort of picking himself up and dropping back down on Jonghyun's cock, Jonghyun's back getting an uncomfortable kink in it due to the non-padded back of the chair. Kibum is the first to lose control when Jonghyun's pianist fingers wrap around his cock, tugging it a few times, his release spilling onto both of their stomachs as he slumps. Jonghyun continues to hold his hips, thrusting up into his pliant body, Key letting out a few whimpers of dulled pleasure before Jonghyun releases as well, both of them slumping.
For a moment, neither of them say anything, and the uncharacteristic silence is comforting to both of them as they bask in the wonderful feelings that are currently swimming through their veins. However, a noise from the floor a few feet away from them drew both of their attention to Jo Kwon, who was trying (un)stealthily to take Kibum's pants. The SHINee boys raised a brow, and Jo Kwon whimpered and pouted as he stomped a foot.
"But they're just so fabulous!"
Needless to say, in matters of thanking Jo Kwon for locking him in a room with Jonghyun, Kibum agreed to switch pants with the 2AM leader.
Really, what's lost in battle is gained while winning the war.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Warning: Girl group dances from Key
Rating: NC-17
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The 'on air' light turned off and the idol panel disbanded, Jonghyun taking his time as he lingered within the risers. Today's recording had been great, a real daebak, but the fact of the matter was that due to the intensity of his bandmate's absolute lack of shame, he was sporting an erection that could poke out an eye and wasn't in the mood to be discovered too soon. It didn't help that Kibum was wearing that God awful 4minute outfit from that one stage performance, Jonghyun couldn't remember what the fuck it was because he'd been too busy staring at Key's hair, his sparkly make-up and fuck he always hit those chest pops so hard, and that fucking pink retarded frilly thing just emphasized each popping movement to the nth degree, and --
"Jjong, are you coming?"
Jonghyun snapped his eyes over to Kibum, who was holding a water bottle near his lips. Jonghyun's eyes zeroed in on the moisture that was left from the rip of the bottle, dancing over his glossy lips, and soon those lips were moving again, and fuck, what was Kibum saying?
"... standing there like some sort of zombie, we have a schedule to keep up, you know."
Kibum's voice was in the typical 'umma scolding' tone, used when they were late to something or in danger of being late to something. But right now, instead of shrinking back, lowering his head and following Key, Jonghyun strutted forward towards the boy, his eyes raking over Kibum's body hungrily. Kibum didn't notice, once again letting the water bottle take up residence on his lips; but fuck, doesn't he know how fucking amazing those silver pants make his ass look? Surely he does. He has to. It's just something that's impossible to ignore.
At least, to Jonghyun.
The production crew was wrapping up the camera cables, various producers were running flashdrives to each other along with food and parcels, and the entire ruckus of the studio was halted as Kibum let out an indignant shriek as his water bottle was struck from his hands. The plastic container flew off towards the side, water spiraling out of it as it clattered on the floor, rolling away; the crew's eyes widened as they saw Jonghyun dangerously close to Kibum, and someone briefly thought of calling the cops, but when Jonghyun's hands grabbed the sides of Key's face and smashed their lips together, the crew instead shut their lips and pretended they didn't see a thing as they rushed to continue their business.
Key's footing faltered - the perfect Key who never missed a dance step or faltered with anything - stumbled, and Jonghyun wrapped an arm around his waist as his mouth opened to dominate the younger boys'.
"Mmmf--- Jjo---!"
When Jonghyun's lips parted with Kibum's, the dancer gasped and shoved at Jonghyun's chest, hard, causing the lead vocalist to skid backwards, a confused expression on his face.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Kim Jonghyun, I can NOT believe you!" Kibum fumed, before throwing his hands up in the air and stalking off towards the back of the studio to the dressing rooms.
Jonghyun was left standing there, licking his lips, the rest of the crew watching on with vast, indeterminable amounts of curiosity. The faux-blond chuckled awkwardly and ran a hand through his hair, before he just left the studio altogether, leaving an equally awkward crew behind him.
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"How can he even THINK to do such a thing?" Kibum was in Jo Kwon's dressing room, pacing back and forth as he ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly. "I just -- and in front of the entire crew, Kwonnie!"
"Bummie," Kwon stood up from his stool and placed his hands on Kibum's shoulders, offering a sympathetic glance. "Calm down. I don't blame him for his outburst, it was going to happen sooner or later."
Key's eyes blurred and focused for a second, before his mouth fell agape. "What?"
Jo Kwon rolled his eyes, as if it were the most obvious answer he could have given. "C'mon, you never noticed that he practically drools all over himself whenever you do a girl dance?"
"But - he - he's STRAIGHT!" Kibum squawked indignantly, defending Jonghyun's heterosexual pride.
The older of the two laughed, "Really? Because he's anything but that whenever you start to wiggle those hips." Kwon raked his eyes down Kibum's body and back up again. "Especially in those pants. Where did you get these, they're fabulous--"
"Get your hands off of him."
The two divas glanced towards the doorway, experiencing an eyeful of red-faced, heaving Jonghyun. The vocalist stepped into the room and wrapped a possessive hand around Kibum's bicep, pulling the slightly smaller male to his body as he glared at Jo Kwon, who merely laughed and shook his head.
"Right. Yeah. Arrow."
The older diva left despite Kibum's pleas and whimpers and don't you dare fucking lock that door, and soon Jonghyun and Key were stuck in the dressing room by themselves. Jonghyun's face had returned to it's natural color (mostly), but Kibum let out an annoyed grunt and placed his hands on his hips.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" Kibum demanded, and Jonghyun almost looked guilty, before his expression turned defiant.
"More like what the hell has gotten into you? Dancing around like that in those ridiculous outfits-"
"My outfits are NOT ridiculous, you have no room to talk Mr. Polka-Dot-EVERYTHING-"
"My clothing aren't revealing-"
The argument was suddenly ceased as once again Kibum's mouth was being covered by Jonghyun's. This time, instead of throwing a fit and pushing Jonghyun away, Kibum gripped the boy's collar and pulled him impossibly closer, his mouth fighting over the dominance that the faux-blond was trying to exude over him. Their heads tilted in the opposite direction, the same direction, they just melded together and nothing else was relevant as Jonghyun really started to reveal Kibum under the clothes. Off came that ridiculous pink frilly thing; lips connected with an exposed collarbone from the wide cut of the black t-shirt the dancer was wearing, before that too came off, necklace clattering to the ground as well. Hands snaked down to silver pants, thumbs hooking in the stretchy material and teasing it over the sharp hips before undoing the fastenings, pushing them down toned, slender thighs.
"No underwear? Kibum-"
"Shut the fuck up Jonghyun-"
Words were muffled and curses were uttered beneath breaths as Kibum practically ripped the clothing from Jonghyun's body, and soon Kibum's lower back was hitting the counter of the large vanity, knocking over various hair products and accessories. Kibum's hands flew to the surface behind him, his back arching into the kisses that Jonghyun was spreading over his bare chest, head dropping and mouth opening as he let out a low, languid moan. Over Kibum's shoulder Jonghyun's eyes caught the mirror, the reflection of himself molesting a more than willing Key heading straight to his groin. Call him a narcissist, but fuck they looked good like this, panting and flushed and shit when did Kibum's hand get in his boxers?
"Quit staring at yourself," Key hissed as he gave Jonghyun's cock a sharp tug, keeping the older boy close to himself as he wrapped his thighs around the vocalist's waist.
"Shut up," was Jonghyun's ultimate retort, and he executed his demand with a torrid kiss, teeth and tongue and hands wandering behind Kibum's back on the counter of the vanity.
He knocked over a few more bottles, sending them to the floor in a careless tumble of stuff, and he opened his eyes and peered over Key's shoulder again to get a glimpse of what he was grabbing at, and then finally picked up a bottle of anti-frizz spray.
"... Seriously?"
"Do you want me to go ask Minho if he can use his psychic powers to magically make a bottle of lube appear?"
Kibum's argument was null with Jonghyun's brilliant response, and the dancer hopped off of the counter and turned around, resting his forearms on the surface as he ground his ass against the faux-blond's groin. Once again words meant nothing and even curses weren't uttered, just groans and grunts and hisses and rutting as Jonghyun ground his dick into Kibum's ass cheeks a few times. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle he was holding and poured some of the water-like substance into his hand, dipping his fingers into it, roughly shoving two into Key's entrance right away.
"Fuck-- Jonghyun I'm not a fucking girl you can't just shove two fingers into my ass like it's a vagina or something!"
Jongyhun seemed genuinely sorry, as he withdrew his fingers and gently probed in with one instead. Obviously, this was new to him, and new to Key though Key seemed to be a bit more knowledgeable about the subject, anyhow. He carefully worked his fingers in and followed Kibum's instructions, doing his best to not retort with a smartass comment while holding the fear that if he opened his mouth otherwise, he was going to leave this dressing room a very, very depressed man with the worst case of blue-balls, ever. As he worked into Kibum's entrance, soon Kibum was gripping the sides of the vanity and rocking backwards, pants of oh God yes, faster, harder, God damn it just fuck me Jonghyun, and Jonghyun dropped his drawers and coated his erection before pressing the tip against the stretched hole.
He hesitated only for a moment, wondering if Kibum was going to bite his head off for making a move without instructions, but when Key's ass ground back against his slick cock, Jonghyun threw caution to the wind and pushed all the way into the writhing boy beneath him. The noise that left Kibum's throat was a mixture of a growl, a mewl, a whimper and a distressed cry, and fuck if it wasn't the sexiest thing that Jonghyun had ever heard. He wanted to record it and put it on repeat forever.
From beneath him Key wriggled and pushed back on his dick, and a flame ignited in Jonghyun's lower back as he pulled out and pushed back in. His hand moved to the back of Kibum's neck, keeping his head bowed in a submissive gesture, the faux-blond watching the ripple of pleasure that visibly started at the base of Key's spine and traveled up to his hair, jarring broken moans out of his mouth. His creamy skin was flushed, fresh sweat was starting to accumulate with the old, and Jonghyun's free hand gripped Kibum's so hard that angry red marks were in his wake a few moments later when he released his hip in favor of reaching around and jerking the boy's cock in clumsy accordance to his thrusts.
"Fuck - fuck - fuck - Jonghyun, harder, God damn it -"
For it being his first time, Key was really a slut. But Jonghyun wasn't about to refuse the boy's demands; he pulled out and slammed back in, the vanity rocking against the wall, the mirror banging against the surface and rocking precariously. Everything went unnoticed to the couple that was in their own world; Jonghyun stilled in his thrusts as he glanced around them and spotted a chair, and he pulled out of Kibum as he dragged the disoriented boy towards the chair. The faux-blond sat in the chair and held his hands out to Kibum, who looked confused, but took his hyung's hands anyway. Jonghyun instructed without words how he wanted Kibum to sit; facing him, legs straddling his thighs, ass on his cock.
The new position made Kibum bite his lip so hard it bled, it was going to be hard to explain that to manager-ssi when this whole thing was over. But that was the last thing on their minds as Jonghyun's thrusting picked up once more, his lips attaching to the beautiful column that was Key's neck, kissing down to those collarbones that Jonghyun couldn't take his mind off of ever since that weird guy taught them how to pole dance, to a nipple where his tongue swirled and his teeth nipped. Kibum's fingers tangled in his hair and Jonghyun decides in that moment that he wants to always be facing Kibum so they can have contact like this, the needy desperate wanton touching that was encompassing them entirely.
It's closing to an end before they both want it to, Kibum's thighs quaking with the effort of picking himself up and dropping back down on Jonghyun's cock, Jonghyun's back getting an uncomfortable kink in it due to the non-padded back of the chair. Kibum is the first to lose control when Jonghyun's pianist fingers wrap around his cock, tugging it a few times, his release spilling onto both of their stomachs as he slumps. Jonghyun continues to hold his hips, thrusting up into his pliant body, Key letting out a few whimpers of dulled pleasure before Jonghyun releases as well, both of them slumping.
For a moment, neither of them say anything, and the uncharacteristic silence is comforting to both of them as they bask in the wonderful feelings that are currently swimming through their veins. However, a noise from the floor a few feet away from them drew both of their attention to Jo Kwon, who was trying (un)stealthily to take Kibum's pants. The SHINee boys raised a brow, and Jo Kwon whimpered and pouted as he stomped a foot.
"But they're just so fabulous!"
Needless to say, in matters of thanking Jo Kwon for locking him in a room with Jonghyun, Kibum agreed to switch pants with the 2AM leader.
Really, what's lost in battle is gained while winning the war.