Compliments of the Chef
Title: Compliments of the Chef
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Yeah… this. That’s pretty much all I gotta say.
Thanks to the wonderful amazingdehchan again <3
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The concept was a lot simpler than fans were lead on to believe and of all of the outfits, Taemin loved Jonghyun’s the most. It wasn’t just the fact that Jonghyun’s slender waist and back and shoulders were exposed, the muscles rippling under bronzed flesh with each movement that Jonghyun made. It wasn’t the fact that part of Jonghyun’s leg was exposed, it wasn’t the fact that his chest was covered by a plate of leather armor, it wasn’t the fact that his hair was spiked so generously, so beautifully, so… unrefined and wild.
It wasn’t the boots that gave Jonghyun the extra few inches and it wasn’t the white fabric draped around his trim waist.
It was Jonghyun himself, the man underneath the outfit, underneath the concept, underneath the make-up and the coordi noonas’ fussing. How he so easily flowed from picture to picture to work with the cameraman and give him just what he wanted, how his eyes shifted and changed with each click of the shutter - he was playing with his lips again and Taemin shifted, a different hunger starting to boil up in the pit of his stomach.
By the time Jonghyun was done Taemin was coiled so tightly he was about to implode from the strain under his jeans, from his crawling skin and when the older man reached out to forcibly pull Taemin up from the couch the maknae’s knees buckled and he tried to cover it up by playfully stumbling into Jonghyun, pulling the older out into the hallway.
“I’m starved”, Taemin said, his eyes dragging up and down Jonghyun’s body.
“Me too,” the man said, not catching on to Taemin’s hidden motives as he stretched, his trapeziums flexing in the fluorescent lights, shadows dipping into the curves and crevices of every muscle that was exposed in his back. “What are you hungry for?”
“You,” Taemin said simply, grabbing Jonghyun by what material of the other’s top he could, turning him around and pinning him to the wall, Jonghyun letting out a surprised sound before his eyes quickly darkened, a smirk filtering over his lips. Taemin smiled prettily, “Can I have a bite?”
“You can have the whole meal, babe,” Jonghyun breathed, before he flipped their positions and pinned Taemin against the wall, the dancer’s leg automatically shifting and sliding over the vocalists’ exposed waist, drawing their groins together. “Shit.” Jonghyun’s pupils dilated when he felt Taemin’s erection pressing against his thigh and the added lift of the boots made him tower over the maknae, Taemin’s big eyes looking up into Jonghyun’s, hooded and needy with lust.
“Jonghyun,” Taemin whimpered shamelessly, and he really didn’t care if the entire world saw what they were doing right now, if pictures spread over the internet because who could resist this man? Anyone would want to ravish him and have their way with him, he was just lucky enough to have dibs.
“Yes?” Jonghyun replied, still snarky as ever with the added confidence that his boyfriend was so melted, so undone from his concept, from his photoshoot and what he was wearing.
Taemin shuddered at the tone of Jonghyun’s voice, how the man’s voice went from light and eager to low and raspy, like a switch was flipped in his brain and his body to make him instantly react to what Taemin did to him.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Taemin ventured aloud, sounding absolutely marveled as he ran his fingers down that strong jaw line, over those solid cheek bones, and up into that spiky messy hair, feeling the soft strands in his fingers and tugging slightly.
“I know.”
Jonghyun wasted no more time, hitching Taemin’s leg higher up on his hip, reaching down between them to fumble with the fastenings on his outfit, not quite remembering how the coordi nuna got them on him but he finally figured it out and Taemin’s hand shot down, eager fingers moving into Jonghyun’s underwear to pull his cock free and stroke it to life.
Dropping his head back a bit, those spiky locks bounced around a bit before Taemin leaned forward and yanked Jonghyun’s face towards him, their lips crushing together as the maknae let out a needy whimper, rolling his hips forward, trying to remind Jonghyun that it was him that was so wanton in the first place. Jonghyun chuckled and Taemin’s jerks on his cock became clumsy and unsteady, so much like the first time as his free hand fumbled and stumbled over his own button and fly, the maknae damning himself for wearing jeans and not sweats to relax because who does that ok.
It was so dirty, so wrong and so inappropriate for them to be in the hallway like this and Taemin was so fucking hard and Jonghyun was so solid and sturdy in his arms as their teeth and tongues clashed, porcelain pearls gnashing against each other as they drowned in the touches, acting much like lovers who hadn’t had a taste of each other for weeks. Taemin’s mind slowly caught up with his body though and, suddenly mortified that they were in such a public place, Taemin broke the kiss and dropped his head back against the wall.
“We… hyung, we… we should move…” the maknae panted, not halting his movements on Jonghyun’s cock despite his request to relocate.
And Jonghyun… well, Jonghyun just shook his head and made a negative noise in the back of his throat, obviously not caring if anyone came by to witness the scene that was taking place in the hallway of a very public photoshoot.
Taemin secretly loved that, and it’s not like he was backing up his words with one-hundred percent convincing faith either.
So without further ado the maknae put two of his fingers in his mouth, salivating sloppily and excessively and laving over the digits, Jonghyun pushing his pants down hurriedly as excitement and adrenaline rushed through Taemin’s veins, making his head swirl and his vision blurry and he couldn’t see anything, nothing but Jonghyun and Jonghyun’s wet lips and that slick tongue and those dark eyes and fuck Taemin couldn’t get his fingers into his asshole quick enough to start stretching himself.
But even then preparation was paid no mind because anyone could walk by at any moment and if Taemin didn’t get Jonghyun’s dick inside of him in the next three seconds he was going to be a very petulant maknae.
“Naughty boy…” Jonghyun chuckled, his voice breathy and sounding strained.
Taemin could feel the vocalists’ eyes on his fingers that were thrusting frantically in and out of his tight hole before he felt Jonghyun’s join his own, the stretch of four digits spreading Taemin wider than he had ever been spread burning through his spine and fingertips and toenails and it was so satisfying that he was pretty sure he didn’t need anything else in the world at that moment.
Pulling his fingers out of his body Taemin wrapped his arms around Jonghyun’s neck as the older man hitched him higher up on the wall, Taemin’s pants pushed own to his knees, the denim colliding with the leather of Jonghyun’s top and creating a hot friction between them. He was on fire, he needed to be put out of his misery, he needed Jonghyun so bad, worse than he had ever needed the vocalist in his entire life and Taemin whimpered, tears of anticipation, frustration, adrenaline all welling in his eyes as he rocked forward.
“Now, Jonghyun, please, now…” Taemin breathed, his breath hitching as Jonghyun’s questing fingers brushed over his prostate and Taemin knew he wasn’t going to last long like this.
“Shh,” Jonghyun chuckled, cooing softly as he pressed a kiss to Taemin’s unbearably hot flesh, skin stretched over his neck taught with his breaths, adam’s apple straining with the heaving breaths the maknae was taking. “Someone might hear.”
With that Jonghyun slid his cock into Taemin’s body and Taemin purposely knocked his head back against the wall, hard, gritting his teeth as ecstasy exploded through his veins, his nervous system frying completely as his brain shut down and went out the window. A noise escaped his lips and his legs tightened around Jonghyun’s waist, and Jonghyun bit into Taemin’s neck to keep himself quiet as he thrust himself completely inside, his balls hitting Taemin’s ass lightly.
Exhaling and inhaling heavily through his nose to keep himself quiet Taemin had his eyes squeezed shut, but Jonghyun wasn’t moving; he was breathing raggedly into Taemin’s neck and he was staying still and fuck Taemin was being ripped in half from the inside out and he was melting, he was on fire and his mind was addled and he was coiled so tightly he needed to be sprung, he needed to feel more of this sex god, this Adonis he had between his legs and he needed it now.
So, being obedient about what Jonghyun had said about keeping quiet, Taemin squeezed his insides, working muscles he didn’t even knew he knew how to move, clenching his body around Jonghyun’s cock. He smirked when Jonghyun let a low moan, the sound reverberating over his hot flesh and giving him goose bumps, feeling the man trembling and trying to stay upright. Jonghyun’s cock was throbbing so quickly, so deliciously and it was so hot and thick inside of Taemin that he needed it to move, he needed Jonghyun to fuck him right into this wall, damned if anyone walked by and saw.
But Jonghyun was a stubborn man, he was cocky and egotistical and Taemin thought it was the fucking hottest thing ever, that this man had so much swag and the looks, the everything to back it up. And so when Jonghyun let out a soft chuckle against Taemin’s neck, he knew he was done for.
“Like my concept?” Jonghyun whispered into Taemin’s ear huskily.
“Fuck, Jonghyun!” Taemin cried out, his body trembling and his fingernails clawing needily at the man’s exposed back.
Jonghyun hauled Taemin off of the wall and spun around, blindly fumbling for the nearest door as he swung it open and promptly threw Taemin down onto a couch. The maknae landed with a gasp and he kicked off his pants hurriedly, the denim hanging off of one ankle as he sprawled himself and reached forward to grasp Jonghyun’s forearms, trying to bring the man back between his legs.
But yet again Jonghyun proved to be an obstinate man as he pulled back and folded those sturdy arms over an equally planed chest, looking down at Taemin with what could only be described as amusement even with the darkness of his eyes swelling. His cock was dripping, standing at attention and throbbing angrily, his concept clothes hanging off of his body at odd angles as he just took a moment to admire Taemin.
Really, of all times to give the maknae a once over…
“Fuck, Jonghyun, please,” Taemin flopped back onto the couch, his hand reaching for his cock and tugging at it desperately a few times. It relieved some of the tension as his fingers flitted over the hot shaft but it wasn’t enough - he was empty, he needed to be filled, he needed Jonghyun’s cock so bad he could already taste it, could already feel its phantom throbbing deep inside of his body.
Taemin went for another stroke but Jonghyun reached out and smacked his hand away. Seriously? Taemin wanted to glare, wanted to scream and cuss and tackle Jonghyun down but his mind was still so shut down, still functioning entirely backwards as he let it happen, letting out a pitiful sob at the loss of contact to his dick.
“Nope,” Jonghyun said simply, even as Taemin whimpered. “You can’t touch yourself.”
Clenching his teeth so hard he was sure his molars were going to break out of his jaw, Taemin raised his arms above his head and laced his fingers together, gripping at the edge of a pillow as he took in a few calming breaths, feeling pre-cum dribble down the side of his cock and trail onto his balls, making him whimper a bit as he leveled Jonghyun with a pretty pathetic glare, all the bite taken out of it due to the fact his body was much more preoccupied with supplying his engorged dick with blood.
“What…” Taemin licked his lips and panted, the words getting stuck in his throat. “What do you want me to do…?”
Jonghyun contemplated the words for a second, his expression thoughtful in that way where he was taking someone’s words and twisting them in his mind to fit just what he wanted and then spit them back out at the instigator to cause massive mayhem and confusion. That raptor grin spread over his face and his hand went to his cock, stroking himself lazily, eyes slitting as he looked down at Taemin teasingly.
“Wait. And watch.”
Taemin’s blood boiled and if he didn’t know he was going to get a good fuck from Jonghyun, if he didn’t know that Jonghyun was almost always this sneaky in the bedroom when he was feeling like being an asshole, Taemin would have gotten up and walked away. But as it were his eyes dropped to Jonghyun’s languidly stroking hand, watching as his fingers tightened and loosened around his pulsing shaft, pre-cum oozing out the tip and dribbling down onto the floor of whatever studio they happened to be in.
And so Taemin took in a few breaths, counted backwards from ten, and fixed his eyes on Jonghyun’s erection, licking his lips as he felt his taste buds come to life, already anticipating perhaps having that fat head splitting his mouth open to fuck his throat.
“Do you want to touch me?” Jonghyun asked, his voice borderline nonchalant if it weren’t so breathy, so airy with arousal. His head dropped back a little as he stood over Taemin, his teeth barring slightly as he thumbed his slit and let out a moan.
Taemin felt a moan bubble up in his throat as he watched Jonghyun pleasure himself, but he nodded dumbly, doe eyes glued on the sight, his mouth now completely dry yet so wet for that dick.
“Yes,” he breathed softly, his fingers itching in his self-restraint, his tongue thick in his mouth as he stared at that gorgeous, perfect cock.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Jonghyun asked, moving towards the bed, and Taemin looked feverish and acted it too, fisting his hands together and writhing on the couch.
“I want anything, please, something, Jonghyun…” the maknae whimpered, completely broken as he let out another desperate sob.
But that must have been enough because Jonghyun’s look softened a bit, expression lightening as he crawled onto the couch and stole a heated kiss. Taemin’s arms instantly wrapped around the man’s shoulders and brought him closer, legs going around that narrow, perfect waist as he drew the other close to bump his cock against his quivering, empty, waiting entrance.
And Jonghyun had the gall to chuckle at the fact that Taemin was so needy for his cock, and Taemin scratched his nails down the others’ back particularly hard in retaliation - Jonghyun hissed and responded by snapping his hips forward into the waiting body, leaning down to shove his tongue into Taemin’s mouth, nothing romantic or sensual about the act as his pianist fingers moved to wrap around Tamein’s long neglected cock, stroking him off quickly.
Taemin broke the kiss and bit roughly into Jonghyun’s shoulder, leaving teeth marks and drawing blood to the surface as their bodies rocked together so hard the couch started to scrape along the hard wood floor. He tried to prevent any noise from spilling from his lips but it was so hard when Jonghyun’s cock was hitting him precisely every time, the dancer’s back arching gracefully as stars exploded in his eyelids, clinging desperately onto the older man as he fucked Taemin right into the cushions.
Jonghyun’s hands rounded Taemin’s body and gripped tightly onto the younger’s ass, groping the flesh as he moved to rest his sweaty forehead on the maknae’s shoulder, both of them starting to feel their end coming; Taemin from being so fucking needy in the first place, Jonghyun from seeing his boyfriend snap so beautifully. It was a magnificent thing, seeing Taemin come completely undone like he was, seeing him crash so hard over the edge that he was resorted to a begging, whimpering, melted mess.
The maknae tossed his head back into the cushions, long locks fluttering around his neck and shoulders as his hips snapped down to meet Jonghyun’s, and the older man’s cock was so deep in Taemin’s body that he could feel it on his taste buds, feel it jarring his entire brain as blinding pleasure shot through his system and that was it, this was what he needed, to be fucked mercilessly and without pity. It was like that he came, hot sticky ropes of his seed spilling onto his stomach, a few splatters getting onto Jonghyun’s top but neither cared about the minor stain.
Jonghyun’s photoshoot was done, anyway.
The man took pity on Taemin’s abused body, though, pulling out and jerking himself off to completion, groaning as hot strings of cum shot out of his cock, aimed directly at Taemin’s flat, toned tummy, pooling in the dips and crevices and dripping down the sides. Taemin moaned - the feel of Jonghyun’s cum on his body, anywhere, always got to him in the best way - and as Jonghyun smiled lazily and collapsed next to Taemin to cuddle on the small surface area, the maknae giggled and wrapped his arms around the vocalist happily.
Smirking, Taemin kissed Jonghyun’s earlobe and whispered.
“Thank you for the meal.”
Jonghyun smirked and swirled a finger in the mix of his and Taemin’s cum that was staining the maknae’s stomach, bringing it to his lips and sucking off the concoction with a satisfied look, an obscene popping noise accompanying the display.
“Compliments of the chef.”
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Yeah… this. That’s pretty much all I gotta say.
Thanks to the wonderful amazingdehchan again <3
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The concept was a lot simpler than fans were lead on to believe and of all of the outfits, Taemin loved Jonghyun’s the most. It wasn’t just the fact that Jonghyun’s slender waist and back and shoulders were exposed, the muscles rippling under bronzed flesh with each movement that Jonghyun made. It wasn’t the fact that part of Jonghyun’s leg was exposed, it wasn’t the fact that his chest was covered by a plate of leather armor, it wasn’t the fact that his hair was spiked so generously, so beautifully, so… unrefined and wild.
It wasn’t the boots that gave Jonghyun the extra few inches and it wasn’t the white fabric draped around his trim waist.
It was Jonghyun himself, the man underneath the outfit, underneath the concept, underneath the make-up and the coordi noonas’ fussing. How he so easily flowed from picture to picture to work with the cameraman and give him just what he wanted, how his eyes shifted and changed with each click of the shutter - he was playing with his lips again and Taemin shifted, a different hunger starting to boil up in the pit of his stomach.
By the time Jonghyun was done Taemin was coiled so tightly he was about to implode from the strain under his jeans, from his crawling skin and when the older man reached out to forcibly pull Taemin up from the couch the maknae’s knees buckled and he tried to cover it up by playfully stumbling into Jonghyun, pulling the older out into the hallway.
“I’m starved”, Taemin said, his eyes dragging up and down Jonghyun’s body.
“Me too,” the man said, not catching on to Taemin’s hidden motives as he stretched, his trapeziums flexing in the fluorescent lights, shadows dipping into the curves and crevices of every muscle that was exposed in his back. “What are you hungry for?”
“You,” Taemin said simply, grabbing Jonghyun by what material of the other’s top he could, turning him around and pinning him to the wall, Jonghyun letting out a surprised sound before his eyes quickly darkened, a smirk filtering over his lips. Taemin smiled prettily, “Can I have a bite?”
“You can have the whole meal, babe,” Jonghyun breathed, before he flipped their positions and pinned Taemin against the wall, the dancer’s leg automatically shifting and sliding over the vocalists’ exposed waist, drawing their groins together. “Shit.” Jonghyun’s pupils dilated when he felt Taemin’s erection pressing against his thigh and the added lift of the boots made him tower over the maknae, Taemin’s big eyes looking up into Jonghyun’s, hooded and needy with lust.
“Jonghyun,” Taemin whimpered shamelessly, and he really didn’t care if the entire world saw what they were doing right now, if pictures spread over the internet because who could resist this man? Anyone would want to ravish him and have their way with him, he was just lucky enough to have dibs.
“Yes?” Jonghyun replied, still snarky as ever with the added confidence that his boyfriend was so melted, so undone from his concept, from his photoshoot and what he was wearing.
Taemin shuddered at the tone of Jonghyun’s voice, how the man’s voice went from light and eager to low and raspy, like a switch was flipped in his brain and his body to make him instantly react to what Taemin did to him.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Taemin ventured aloud, sounding absolutely marveled as he ran his fingers down that strong jaw line, over those solid cheek bones, and up into that spiky messy hair, feeling the soft strands in his fingers and tugging slightly.
“I know.”
Jonghyun wasted no more time, hitching Taemin’s leg higher up on his hip, reaching down between them to fumble with the fastenings on his outfit, not quite remembering how the coordi nuna got them on him but he finally figured it out and Taemin’s hand shot down, eager fingers moving into Jonghyun’s underwear to pull his cock free and stroke it to life.
Dropping his head back a bit, those spiky locks bounced around a bit before Taemin leaned forward and yanked Jonghyun’s face towards him, their lips crushing together as the maknae let out a needy whimper, rolling his hips forward, trying to remind Jonghyun that it was him that was so wanton in the first place. Jonghyun chuckled and Taemin’s jerks on his cock became clumsy and unsteady, so much like the first time as his free hand fumbled and stumbled over his own button and fly, the maknae damning himself for wearing jeans and not sweats to relax because who does that ok.
It was so dirty, so wrong and so inappropriate for them to be in the hallway like this and Taemin was so fucking hard and Jonghyun was so solid and sturdy in his arms as their teeth and tongues clashed, porcelain pearls gnashing against each other as they drowned in the touches, acting much like lovers who hadn’t had a taste of each other for weeks. Taemin’s mind slowly caught up with his body though and, suddenly mortified that they were in such a public place, Taemin broke the kiss and dropped his head back against the wall.
“We… hyung, we… we should move…” the maknae panted, not halting his movements on Jonghyun’s cock despite his request to relocate.
And Jonghyun… well, Jonghyun just shook his head and made a negative noise in the back of his throat, obviously not caring if anyone came by to witness the scene that was taking place in the hallway of a very public photoshoot.
Taemin secretly loved that, and it’s not like he was backing up his words with one-hundred percent convincing faith either.
So without further ado the maknae put two of his fingers in his mouth, salivating sloppily and excessively and laving over the digits, Jonghyun pushing his pants down hurriedly as excitement and adrenaline rushed through Taemin’s veins, making his head swirl and his vision blurry and he couldn’t see anything, nothing but Jonghyun and Jonghyun’s wet lips and that slick tongue and those dark eyes and fuck Taemin couldn’t get his fingers into his asshole quick enough to start stretching himself.
But even then preparation was paid no mind because anyone could walk by at any moment and if Taemin didn’t get Jonghyun’s dick inside of him in the next three seconds he was going to be a very petulant maknae.
“Naughty boy…” Jonghyun chuckled, his voice breathy and sounding strained.
Taemin could feel the vocalists’ eyes on his fingers that were thrusting frantically in and out of his tight hole before he felt Jonghyun’s join his own, the stretch of four digits spreading Taemin wider than he had ever been spread burning through his spine and fingertips and toenails and it was so satisfying that he was pretty sure he didn’t need anything else in the world at that moment.
Pulling his fingers out of his body Taemin wrapped his arms around Jonghyun’s neck as the older man hitched him higher up on the wall, Taemin’s pants pushed own to his knees, the denim colliding with the leather of Jonghyun’s top and creating a hot friction between them. He was on fire, he needed to be put out of his misery, he needed Jonghyun so bad, worse than he had ever needed the vocalist in his entire life and Taemin whimpered, tears of anticipation, frustration, adrenaline all welling in his eyes as he rocked forward.
“Now, Jonghyun, please, now…” Taemin breathed, his breath hitching as Jonghyun’s questing fingers brushed over his prostate and Taemin knew he wasn’t going to last long like this.
“Shh,” Jonghyun chuckled, cooing softly as he pressed a kiss to Taemin’s unbearably hot flesh, skin stretched over his neck taught with his breaths, adam’s apple straining with the heaving breaths the maknae was taking. “Someone might hear.”
With that Jonghyun slid his cock into Taemin’s body and Taemin purposely knocked his head back against the wall, hard, gritting his teeth as ecstasy exploded through his veins, his nervous system frying completely as his brain shut down and went out the window. A noise escaped his lips and his legs tightened around Jonghyun’s waist, and Jonghyun bit into Taemin’s neck to keep himself quiet as he thrust himself completely inside, his balls hitting Taemin’s ass lightly.
Exhaling and inhaling heavily through his nose to keep himself quiet Taemin had his eyes squeezed shut, but Jonghyun wasn’t moving; he was breathing raggedly into Taemin’s neck and he was staying still and fuck Taemin was being ripped in half from the inside out and he was melting, he was on fire and his mind was addled and he was coiled so tightly he needed to be sprung, he needed to feel more of this sex god, this Adonis he had between his legs and he needed it now.
So, being obedient about what Jonghyun had said about keeping quiet, Taemin squeezed his insides, working muscles he didn’t even knew he knew how to move, clenching his body around Jonghyun’s cock. He smirked when Jonghyun let a low moan, the sound reverberating over his hot flesh and giving him goose bumps, feeling the man trembling and trying to stay upright. Jonghyun’s cock was throbbing so quickly, so deliciously and it was so hot and thick inside of Taemin that he needed it to move, he needed Jonghyun to fuck him right into this wall, damned if anyone walked by and saw.
But Jonghyun was a stubborn man, he was cocky and egotistical and Taemin thought it was the fucking hottest thing ever, that this man had so much swag and the looks, the everything to back it up. And so when Jonghyun let out a soft chuckle against Taemin’s neck, he knew he was done for.
“Like my concept?” Jonghyun whispered into Taemin’s ear huskily.
“Fuck, Jonghyun!” Taemin cried out, his body trembling and his fingernails clawing needily at the man’s exposed back.
Jonghyun hauled Taemin off of the wall and spun around, blindly fumbling for the nearest door as he swung it open and promptly threw Taemin down onto a couch. The maknae landed with a gasp and he kicked off his pants hurriedly, the denim hanging off of one ankle as he sprawled himself and reached forward to grasp Jonghyun’s forearms, trying to bring the man back between his legs.
But yet again Jonghyun proved to be an obstinate man as he pulled back and folded those sturdy arms over an equally planed chest, looking down at Taemin with what could only be described as amusement even with the darkness of his eyes swelling. His cock was dripping, standing at attention and throbbing angrily, his concept clothes hanging off of his body at odd angles as he just took a moment to admire Taemin.
Really, of all times to give the maknae a once over…
“Fuck, Jonghyun, please,” Taemin flopped back onto the couch, his hand reaching for his cock and tugging at it desperately a few times. It relieved some of the tension as his fingers flitted over the hot shaft but it wasn’t enough - he was empty, he needed to be filled, he needed Jonghyun’s cock so bad he could already taste it, could already feel its phantom throbbing deep inside of his body.
Taemin went for another stroke but Jonghyun reached out and smacked his hand away. Seriously? Taemin wanted to glare, wanted to scream and cuss and tackle Jonghyun down but his mind was still so shut down, still functioning entirely backwards as he let it happen, letting out a pitiful sob at the loss of contact to his dick.
“Nope,” Jonghyun said simply, even as Taemin whimpered. “You can’t touch yourself.”
Clenching his teeth so hard he was sure his molars were going to break out of his jaw, Taemin raised his arms above his head and laced his fingers together, gripping at the edge of a pillow as he took in a few calming breaths, feeling pre-cum dribble down the side of his cock and trail onto his balls, making him whimper a bit as he leveled Jonghyun with a pretty pathetic glare, all the bite taken out of it due to the fact his body was much more preoccupied with supplying his engorged dick with blood.
“What…” Taemin licked his lips and panted, the words getting stuck in his throat. “What do you want me to do…?”
Jonghyun contemplated the words for a second, his expression thoughtful in that way where he was taking someone’s words and twisting them in his mind to fit just what he wanted and then spit them back out at the instigator to cause massive mayhem and confusion. That raptor grin spread over his face and his hand went to his cock, stroking himself lazily, eyes slitting as he looked down at Taemin teasingly.
“Wait. And watch.”
Taemin’s blood boiled and if he didn’t know he was going to get a good fuck from Jonghyun, if he didn’t know that Jonghyun was almost always this sneaky in the bedroom when he was feeling like being an asshole, Taemin would have gotten up and walked away. But as it were his eyes dropped to Jonghyun’s languidly stroking hand, watching as his fingers tightened and loosened around his pulsing shaft, pre-cum oozing out the tip and dribbling down onto the floor of whatever studio they happened to be in.
And so Taemin took in a few breaths, counted backwards from ten, and fixed his eyes on Jonghyun’s erection, licking his lips as he felt his taste buds come to life, already anticipating perhaps having that fat head splitting his mouth open to fuck his throat.
“Do you want to touch me?” Jonghyun asked, his voice borderline nonchalant if it weren’t so breathy, so airy with arousal. His head dropped back a little as he stood over Taemin, his teeth barring slightly as he thumbed his slit and let out a moan.
Taemin felt a moan bubble up in his throat as he watched Jonghyun pleasure himself, but he nodded dumbly, doe eyes glued on the sight, his mouth now completely dry yet so wet for that dick.
“Yes,” he breathed softly, his fingers itching in his self-restraint, his tongue thick in his mouth as he stared at that gorgeous, perfect cock.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Jonghyun asked, moving towards the bed, and Taemin looked feverish and acted it too, fisting his hands together and writhing on the couch.
“I want anything, please, something, Jonghyun…” the maknae whimpered, completely broken as he let out another desperate sob.
But that must have been enough because Jonghyun’s look softened a bit, expression lightening as he crawled onto the couch and stole a heated kiss. Taemin’s arms instantly wrapped around the man’s shoulders and brought him closer, legs going around that narrow, perfect waist as he drew the other close to bump his cock against his quivering, empty, waiting entrance.
And Jonghyun had the gall to chuckle at the fact that Taemin was so needy for his cock, and Taemin scratched his nails down the others’ back particularly hard in retaliation - Jonghyun hissed and responded by snapping his hips forward into the waiting body, leaning down to shove his tongue into Taemin’s mouth, nothing romantic or sensual about the act as his pianist fingers moved to wrap around Tamein’s long neglected cock, stroking him off quickly.
Taemin broke the kiss and bit roughly into Jonghyun’s shoulder, leaving teeth marks and drawing blood to the surface as their bodies rocked together so hard the couch started to scrape along the hard wood floor. He tried to prevent any noise from spilling from his lips but it was so hard when Jonghyun’s cock was hitting him precisely every time, the dancer’s back arching gracefully as stars exploded in his eyelids, clinging desperately onto the older man as he fucked Taemin right into the cushions.
Jonghyun’s hands rounded Taemin’s body and gripped tightly onto the younger’s ass, groping the flesh as he moved to rest his sweaty forehead on the maknae’s shoulder, both of them starting to feel their end coming; Taemin from being so fucking needy in the first place, Jonghyun from seeing his boyfriend snap so beautifully. It was a magnificent thing, seeing Taemin come completely undone like he was, seeing him crash so hard over the edge that he was resorted to a begging, whimpering, melted mess.
The maknae tossed his head back into the cushions, long locks fluttering around his neck and shoulders as his hips snapped down to meet Jonghyun’s, and the older man’s cock was so deep in Taemin’s body that he could feel it on his taste buds, feel it jarring his entire brain as blinding pleasure shot through his system and that was it, this was what he needed, to be fucked mercilessly and without pity. It was like that he came, hot sticky ropes of his seed spilling onto his stomach, a few splatters getting onto Jonghyun’s top but neither cared about the minor stain.
Jonghyun’s photoshoot was done, anyway.
The man took pity on Taemin’s abused body, though, pulling out and jerking himself off to completion, groaning as hot strings of cum shot out of his cock, aimed directly at Taemin’s flat, toned tummy, pooling in the dips and crevices and dripping down the sides. Taemin moaned - the feel of Jonghyun’s cum on his body, anywhere, always got to him in the best way - and as Jonghyun smiled lazily and collapsed next to Taemin to cuddle on the small surface area, the maknae giggled and wrapped his arms around the vocalist happily.
Smirking, Taemin kissed Jonghyun’s earlobe and whispered.
“Thank you for the meal.”
Jonghyun smirked and swirled a finger in the mix of his and Taemin’s cum that was staining the maknae’s stomach, bringing it to his lips and sucking off the concoction with a satisfied look, an obscene popping noise accompanying the display.
“Compliments of the chef.”