Maid
Title: Maid
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
For: ivanthebear <3 Nana is cute ^___^
A/N: Yeah… I’ve had a bit of a slump these past few days but now SHINee’s teaser was released and I’m running on adrenaline. 8]
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Jonghyun licked his lips and shifted, tugging the hem of the ruffly skirt down lower over his bronze thighs. His eyes were heavy with the mascara Key had helped him apply before the diva dragged Onew and Taemin off to go shopping or whatever their doomed fate was, his lips flavored like bubblegum from the lip balm Key had let him borrow. The corset on his torso was suffocating him, laced up tightly in the back to accentuate his figure and give him more curves, the sleeves of the ruffly top hanging off of his toned biceps. A cute bow was perched on his tail bone and white thigh-high stockings were contrasting with the black dress, black high heels on his feet.
All in all…
Jonghyun, though it was obvious he was a man underneath the make-up and the frills, looked…
“Gorgeous.”
Minho breathed out the word as he leaned back on Onew’s bed, where he had taken up residence almost every day with his injury. Everyone was babying him and telling him to take it easy and here, have Onew’s bed because it’s the biggest and easiest to access for you and your gimp leg. And that… well, that was that because Key hadn’t let Minho move at all, Taemin fussed when Key didn’t and Onew was there in his awkward way, hovering just behind Key whenever he felt it was necessary, with his big eyes and worrying hands.
Jonghyun, however, for the whole week or so that Minho had been injured, just stayed off towards the side, fumbling and looking like he wanted to do something, but it was obvious he was choking down his pride. Why, no one but Minho or even Jonghyun could know - because ever since that day Minho broke down in the van, things between them had been… well, not awkward, but Jonghyun seemed wary.
Within reason.
You wouldn’t want a six-foot-tall alien molesting you in dark corners, would you?
Ok so maybe it wasn’t even that bad, Jonghyun wouldn’t say that he didn’t like it and it was obvious that something happened between him and Minho by the way they kept skirting around each other. It was like they had worked their way up the mountain and they had finally reached the peak, and they needed to dance their way downwards to avoid prickly bushes, deep cavernous death pits and rattle snakes.
Or something.
Anyway as it were Jonghyun was downright awkward around Minho and that morning, Key had noticed that Jonghyun hadn’t done a damn thing since Minho had gotten hurt; save for maybe fluff his pillow once or give him an assuring pat on the shoulder. In Key’s book that wasn’t enough and so somehow, by the power of the Almighty invested in him, the rapper got Jonghyun into a cute maid outfit and told the vocalist that today was his day to cater to Minho.
Jonghyun wasn’t sure Key understood what he had just done… Surely it was just supposed to be amusing, something for Minho to laugh at while Jonghyun made him a sandwich, brought him lemonade or even helped him out to the living room to watch a movie.
But Key had just flipped a switch, opened the flood gates and as Jonghyun stood at the foot of Minho’s bed, fidgeting with the impossibly short skirt and where the fuck did Key get this in the first place, the vocalist felt like a bug under a microscope.
“Key… Key made me,” Jonghyun said lamely, fluttering his hands around the ruffles and his thigh-highs, playing with one of the bows on the hem of the stocking.
“I like it,” Minho said, and his voice was dark and gravelly, much like it had been in the van on that day when… “Bring me an ice water.”
Jonghyun tensed and stiffened, before he gave a little courtesy via Key’s all-knowing instructions, turning on his heel and shuffling (stumbling) out of the room. He returned with the ice water and did his best to walk between Minho’s and Onew’s bed without twisting his ankle, handing the water to Minho and watching as the youngers’ eyes didn’t leave his body, dragging over the maid uniform leisurely.
With his eyes still attached to the blushing Jonghyun, Minho took a sip of the water and set it down on the small shelf by Onew’s bed where the leader usually kept his glasses, and then used that hand to pop the fly and pull down the zipper on his pants. Jonghyun’s breath hitched and fuck did he want to run but he stayed still, if not for the fact he’d break an ankle but because his eyes were glued to Minho’s hand, watching it pull out his surprisingly hard shaft and give it a few strokes.
“M-Minho…” Jonghyun’s heart rate sped up and Minho just stayed silent, and Jonghyun was now seriously considering leaving - until Minho pointed to the foot of the bed.
“Stand down there.”
God damn Key was going to get hell for this when he came home. Jonghyun moved to where Minho told him to, not wanting to feel the rapper’s wrath any time soon, standing and shifting nervously as Minho continued to greedily undress him with his eyes no doubt. Jonghyun knew that look… even if he had only properly seen it once.
“Crawl onto the bed. Slowly.”
Jonghyun’s blood started to boil from the jolt of arousal that sparked through his veins and he couldn’t deny anything the rapper demanded of him, some sick and twisted part of him just wanting to submit and let this boy do whatever the fuck he wanted. And it looked like there was definitely something that Minho wanted to do. So Jonghyun crawled onto the bed, happy to alleviate the pressure of his ankles supporting his thin legs on those stilettos, sliding on his hands and knees towards Minho, who merely nodded his head to signify that Jonghyun needed to come closer. And Jonghyun did, moving until he was practically straddling the younger boy’s lap, the heat from the other’s throbbing cock reaching the bit of thigh that was exposed between the silk panties and the tops of his stockings, causing the rest of Jonghyun’s body to heat up.
Minho’s fingers were burning as they moved beneath the ruffly skirt, pulling at the panties and tugging them away from Jonghyun’s body. The older got the hint and shifted to pull them off, the material catching on the heel of one of his shoes before he kicked it away, the feel of the lace and mesh of the skirt rubbing against his half hard cock making him gasp softly. Minho leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jonghyun’s neck, the vocalist tipping his head back a bit as he let out a soft pant, his fingers flexing in Minho’s shirt where they had taken purchase without him knowing.
A growl left Minho’s lips and he gripped Jonghyun’s hips, pulling the older closer to him, his dick pressing and rubbing Jonghyun’s tight hole, the vocalist shivering at feeling the bluntness against his un-stretched entrance.
“Fuck, Jonghyun…” Minho panted, his low voice rumbling through Jonghyun’s body and making him pant heavily, and God Jonghyun probably seemed like a slut right now but for weeks they dodged around this, they dodged around this sexual frustration that was so thick people got smacked in the face with it whenever the two were in the same room.
“Stretch yourself.” Minho sat back against the head board, once again leisurely stroking his cock as he looked up at Jonghyun, a small smirk lilting his features and looking way too sinful. “Thoroughly.”
Jonghyun shuddered, probably liking the demands too much, probably submitting too easily, probably enjoying following Minho’s orders way too much as he lifted his fingers to his lips, making a show of sloppily sucking them into his mouth, spit dribbling out of the corners of his lips because God damn he was going to be stretched properly this time if it was up to him. He reached behind him and circled his entrance before shoving in a finger, feeling awkward but way too turned on to care - he was never good at being seductive, at least not on purpose, but he was going to sure as hell try for Minho because the look that the rapper was sending him made his cock jolt to life and his brain malfunction.
He slipped his finger in and felt his tight muscles clenching around it, working it around and panting as he dropped his head, heavy lashes falling against his cheeks as he wriggled the digit and added a second, starting to stretch himself properly, the sensation burning up and down his spine and tingling his scalp but his eyes opened and he saw Minho’s dripping cock, he saw those long fingers squeezing the base of that angry erection to stave off any sort of desires and Minho needed this, he wanted this, and ok so maybe Jonghyun hadn’t made him soup or babied him but if this was what he could do to help the kid out then damn, he’d be more than willing.
And he was more than willing, as a third finger joined the first, his pride too bloated to accept the fact that it hurt, to accept the fact that he had no clue as to what the fuck he was doing and if he faltered at all Minho would just make fun of him and gain the upper hand. Jonghyun may be bottoming but he wanted to be in control of something, and if he could stretch himself and prepare himself for the brutality that was Minho then he was going to fucking do it.
Just as those thoughts filtered through his brain Minho’s hands knocked his away and strong hands were on his hips, guiding him up again and red signals flared in Jonghyun’s brain, warning flags that said no fucking way was he ready yet but Minho glanced up, all glazed eyes and parted lips and the vein in his neck straining from how he was physically holding himself back.
“Ride me.”
Those words shot through Jonghyun’s body and spread like wildfire, he could almost smell the smoke as he gripped the base of Minho’s shaft and guided the tip to his hole and well, if he thought about it, he was way more stretched than last time. Gritting his teeth to prepare himself, he dropped onto Minho’s cock and the rapper’s arms wrapped around his body tightly, keeping him in place as his body trembled, a cry leaving Jonghyun’s throat, at least three octaves higher than normal at the sensation of being split.
But it was a good sensation, as much as it fucking hurt, to have Minho inside of him again, to have those arms wrapped around him even though Jonghyun would like to think of himself as a top. Not that he thought about gay sex often but with Minho it was… how the hell could he resist the guy? He couldn’t, plain and simple, he didn’t think anyone could resist that burning charisma gaze and that thought sparked a bit of jealousy in his stomach - Minho sure acted like he knew what he was doing, had he done this many times before?
Jonghyun’s mind went blank, though, as Minho nipped at his exposed collar bone and bucked his hips up into the vocalist’s body.
“Ride me.”
Minho repeated the words but this time they were strained, low and gruff like he couldn’t wait any longer and Jonghyun flexed his quads, lifting himself a bit off of Minho’s cock and dropping back down. It was a glorious feeling, moving like that, and he picked up a good rhythm, Minho’s hands guiding him up and down each time, the rapper’s head tilting back to knock against the wall lightly, his molars clenching under the skin stretched over his jaw, his mouth set and his eyes glued to where Jonghyun’s skirt was hiding their intimate movements.
But Minho proved to be crafty as he reached behind Jonghyun and undid the corset, that really being the only thing keeping the top of the costume in place. The material was flung to a corner of the room, exposing Jonghyun’s toned chest and bronze abs, his sharp hip bones moving and dipping with every movement - Minho pulled at the bow on the back of Jonghyun’s skirt and soon that was ripped away too, leaving the older in just his thigh high white stockings and his stilettos, bouncing up and down on the rapper’s dick.
“Fuck,” Minho breathed, groaning as his pupils dilated and he shifted, keeping his dick buried deep within Jonghyun as he suddenly pushed the vocalist over onto his back, settling between those quivering thighs as he slammed his cock deeper within Jonghyun’s walls.
Jonghyun cried out, his hands instantly clawing at Minho’s back, legs wrapping around the rapper’s waist, stockings sliding over Minho’s shirt, calves rubbing against the backs of Minho’s denim-clad thighs and God damn why was Minho wearing so much clothes couldn’t he get naked too?
It didn’t matter, though, because Jonghyun was getting nailed into the mattress and Minho lifted one of his legs, and while Jonghyun wasn’t limber the slight movement made stars explode behind his vision and his body tremored and clenched around Minho’s dick, making the younger shudder as his pace quickened.
It wasn’t long before Jonghyun felt release taking ahold of him, flowing through his veins as Minho powered into him and he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping furiously and out of tempo with the younger man’s thrusts, his blood absolutely incinerating from the hotness as his cum splattered onto his hand and abdomen, body tensing and trembling and Minho hissed and grunted, pulling out and reaching up to grab at Jonghyun’s hair. He yanked the vocalist up towards him and Jonghyun sputtered and clambered, once again on his hands and knees as Minho forced his face near his cock.
“Suck.”
Jonghyun could only comply because really, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d do anything for this man - fluff his pillows, make him a sandwich, hand him the remote, suck his cock. His lips stretched and thinned around the girth of Minho’s dick and he sucked, clumsy and with no skill at all, eagerness making up for everything as he stroked what he couldn’t fit into his mouth, Minho grunting and pulsating above him, running his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair and whispering praises of yeah just like that and you’re a good little maid and fuck hyung deeper.
Again Minho yanked on Jonghyun’s hair just in time for his orgasm, Jonghyun closing his eyes as Minho’s hot cum spilled out in thick, sticky ropes, stringing along Jonghyun’s bangs, nose and left cheek. He heard Minho’s fingers dancing over his own skin, milking it for all it was worth, and when Jonghyun felt that the cum wasn’t going to get into his eyes any time soon, he opened them and glanced up at Minho, who looked thoroughly sated.
The rapper leaned down and licked up his remains from Jonghyun’s face, reaching up with a hand to wipe what he could from Jonghyun’s fringe, his smile less predatory and almost borderline affectionate - Jonghyun bristled, trying to tell himself that he didn’t want Minho looking at him like that.
But Minho pressed his lips against Jonghyun and he could taste the rapper on his tongue and lips, consumed with the overpowering sensation and Jonghyun melted, allowing the kiss and it was gentle, it was a bit apologetic because now Jonghyun registered the stinging in his scalp and lower back from the abuse but damn, alright, he really didn’t care because that was fucking awesome.
Minho pulled away and gave that grin of his, that grin that he usually reserved for soft moments, moments when he was at his most vulnerable, and he shifted and laid back against the wall again, tucking himself back into his pants and hissing as he moved around his injured leg.
Now it was like a switch was flipped in Jonghyun and he let out a curse, moving to stand on the floor and kicking off his stilettos angrily, cussing at them as he moved to pull on a t-shirt and some boxers, ripping the stockings off of his legs as he ran out of the room and returned with an ice pack wrapped in a towel, sitting down on the bed and pressing it to Minho’s knee, his brows knit with concern.
“Hyung…” Minho’s voice was amused and Jonghyun refused to look up, his nose scrunching a bit as he continued to hold the ice pack to Minho’s leg. “Jonghyun.”
Fingers tilted Jonghyun’s chin up and the vocalist met Minho’s stupid big alien eyes and while he was irritated that once again the younger had gotten the better of him, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly good about it. Which was fucking up his ego for sure.
“Thank you. You took good care of me.”
Jonghyun snorted, “Let’s just hope Key doesn’t have a nurse uniform.”
“I’d like to hope in favor of that.”
Jonghyun retaliated by applying too much pressure on Minho’s leg, and the resounding howl of pain was definitely a well-deserved payback.
Pairing: Minho/Jonghyun
Rating: NC-17
For: ivanthebear <3 Nana is cute ^___^
A/N: Yeah… I’ve had a bit of a slump these past few days but now SHINee’s teaser was released and I’m running on adrenaline. 8]
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Jonghyun licked his lips and shifted, tugging the hem of the ruffly skirt down lower over his bronze thighs. His eyes were heavy with the mascara Key had helped him apply before the diva dragged Onew and Taemin off to go shopping or whatever their doomed fate was, his lips flavored like bubblegum from the lip balm Key had let him borrow. The corset on his torso was suffocating him, laced up tightly in the back to accentuate his figure and give him more curves, the sleeves of the ruffly top hanging off of his toned biceps. A cute bow was perched on his tail bone and white thigh-high stockings were contrasting with the black dress, black high heels on his feet.
All in all…
Jonghyun, though it was obvious he was a man underneath the make-up and the frills, looked…
“Gorgeous.”
Minho breathed out the word as he leaned back on Onew’s bed, where he had taken up residence almost every day with his injury. Everyone was babying him and telling him to take it easy and here, have Onew’s bed because it’s the biggest and easiest to access for you and your gimp leg. And that… well, that was that because Key hadn’t let Minho move at all, Taemin fussed when Key didn’t and Onew was there in his awkward way, hovering just behind Key whenever he felt it was necessary, with his big eyes and worrying hands.
Jonghyun, however, for the whole week or so that Minho had been injured, just stayed off towards the side, fumbling and looking like he wanted to do something, but it was obvious he was choking down his pride. Why, no one but Minho or even Jonghyun could know - because ever since that day Minho broke down in the van, things between them had been… well, not awkward, but Jonghyun seemed wary.
Within reason.
You wouldn’t want a six-foot-tall alien molesting you in dark corners, would you?
Ok so maybe it wasn’t even that bad, Jonghyun wouldn’t say that he didn’t like it and it was obvious that something happened between him and Minho by the way they kept skirting around each other. It was like they had worked their way up the mountain and they had finally reached the peak, and they needed to dance their way downwards to avoid prickly bushes, deep cavernous death pits and rattle snakes.
Or something.
Anyway as it were Jonghyun was downright awkward around Minho and that morning, Key had noticed that Jonghyun hadn’t done a damn thing since Minho had gotten hurt; save for maybe fluff his pillow once or give him an assuring pat on the shoulder. In Key’s book that wasn’t enough and so somehow, by the power of the Almighty invested in him, the rapper got Jonghyun into a cute maid outfit and told the vocalist that today was his day to cater to Minho.
Jonghyun wasn’t sure Key understood what he had just done… Surely it was just supposed to be amusing, something for Minho to laugh at while Jonghyun made him a sandwich, brought him lemonade or even helped him out to the living room to watch a movie.
But Key had just flipped a switch, opened the flood gates and as Jonghyun stood at the foot of Minho’s bed, fidgeting with the impossibly short skirt and where the fuck did Key get this in the first place, the vocalist felt like a bug under a microscope.
“Key… Key made me,” Jonghyun said lamely, fluttering his hands around the ruffles and his thigh-highs, playing with one of the bows on the hem of the stocking.
“I like it,” Minho said, and his voice was dark and gravelly, much like it had been in the van on that day when… “Bring me an ice water.”
Jonghyun tensed and stiffened, before he gave a little courtesy via Key’s all-knowing instructions, turning on his heel and shuffling (stumbling) out of the room. He returned with the ice water and did his best to walk between Minho’s and Onew’s bed without twisting his ankle, handing the water to Minho and watching as the youngers’ eyes didn’t leave his body, dragging over the maid uniform leisurely.
With his eyes still attached to the blushing Jonghyun, Minho took a sip of the water and set it down on the small shelf by Onew’s bed where the leader usually kept his glasses, and then used that hand to pop the fly and pull down the zipper on his pants. Jonghyun’s breath hitched and fuck did he want to run but he stayed still, if not for the fact he’d break an ankle but because his eyes were glued to Minho’s hand, watching it pull out his surprisingly hard shaft and give it a few strokes.
“M-Minho…” Jonghyun’s heart rate sped up and Minho just stayed silent, and Jonghyun was now seriously considering leaving - until Minho pointed to the foot of the bed.
“Stand down there.”
God damn Key was going to get hell for this when he came home. Jonghyun moved to where Minho told him to, not wanting to feel the rapper’s wrath any time soon, standing and shifting nervously as Minho continued to greedily undress him with his eyes no doubt. Jonghyun knew that look… even if he had only properly seen it once.
“Crawl onto the bed. Slowly.”
Jonghyun’s blood started to boil from the jolt of arousal that sparked through his veins and he couldn’t deny anything the rapper demanded of him, some sick and twisted part of him just wanting to submit and let this boy do whatever the fuck he wanted. And it looked like there was definitely something that Minho wanted to do. So Jonghyun crawled onto the bed, happy to alleviate the pressure of his ankles supporting his thin legs on those stilettos, sliding on his hands and knees towards Minho, who merely nodded his head to signify that Jonghyun needed to come closer. And Jonghyun did, moving until he was practically straddling the younger boy’s lap, the heat from the other’s throbbing cock reaching the bit of thigh that was exposed between the silk panties and the tops of his stockings, causing the rest of Jonghyun’s body to heat up.
Minho’s fingers were burning as they moved beneath the ruffly skirt, pulling at the panties and tugging them away from Jonghyun’s body. The older got the hint and shifted to pull them off, the material catching on the heel of one of his shoes before he kicked it away, the feel of the lace and mesh of the skirt rubbing against his half hard cock making him gasp softly. Minho leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jonghyun’s neck, the vocalist tipping his head back a bit as he let out a soft pant, his fingers flexing in Minho’s shirt where they had taken purchase without him knowing.
A growl left Minho’s lips and he gripped Jonghyun’s hips, pulling the older closer to him, his dick pressing and rubbing Jonghyun’s tight hole, the vocalist shivering at feeling the bluntness against his un-stretched entrance.
“Fuck, Jonghyun…” Minho panted, his low voice rumbling through Jonghyun’s body and making him pant heavily, and God Jonghyun probably seemed like a slut right now but for weeks they dodged around this, they dodged around this sexual frustration that was so thick people got smacked in the face with it whenever the two were in the same room.
“Stretch yourself.” Minho sat back against the head board, once again leisurely stroking his cock as he looked up at Jonghyun, a small smirk lilting his features and looking way too sinful. “Thoroughly.”
Jonghyun shuddered, probably liking the demands too much, probably submitting too easily, probably enjoying following Minho’s orders way too much as he lifted his fingers to his lips, making a show of sloppily sucking them into his mouth, spit dribbling out of the corners of his lips because God damn he was going to be stretched properly this time if it was up to him. He reached behind him and circled his entrance before shoving in a finger, feeling awkward but way too turned on to care - he was never good at being seductive, at least not on purpose, but he was going to sure as hell try for Minho because the look that the rapper was sending him made his cock jolt to life and his brain malfunction.
He slipped his finger in and felt his tight muscles clenching around it, working it around and panting as he dropped his head, heavy lashes falling against his cheeks as he wriggled the digit and added a second, starting to stretch himself properly, the sensation burning up and down his spine and tingling his scalp but his eyes opened and he saw Minho’s dripping cock, he saw those long fingers squeezing the base of that angry erection to stave off any sort of desires and Minho needed this, he wanted this, and ok so maybe Jonghyun hadn’t made him soup or babied him but if this was what he could do to help the kid out then damn, he’d be more than willing.
And he was more than willing, as a third finger joined the first, his pride too bloated to accept the fact that it hurt, to accept the fact that he had no clue as to what the fuck he was doing and if he faltered at all Minho would just make fun of him and gain the upper hand. Jonghyun may be bottoming but he wanted to be in control of something, and if he could stretch himself and prepare himself for the brutality that was Minho then he was going to fucking do it.
Just as those thoughts filtered through his brain Minho’s hands knocked his away and strong hands were on his hips, guiding him up again and red signals flared in Jonghyun’s brain, warning flags that said no fucking way was he ready yet but Minho glanced up, all glazed eyes and parted lips and the vein in his neck straining from how he was physically holding himself back.
“Ride me.”
Those words shot through Jonghyun’s body and spread like wildfire, he could almost smell the smoke as he gripped the base of Minho’s shaft and guided the tip to his hole and well, if he thought about it, he was way more stretched than last time. Gritting his teeth to prepare himself, he dropped onto Minho’s cock and the rapper’s arms wrapped around his body tightly, keeping him in place as his body trembled, a cry leaving Jonghyun’s throat, at least three octaves higher than normal at the sensation of being split.
But it was a good sensation, as much as it fucking hurt, to have Minho inside of him again, to have those arms wrapped around him even though Jonghyun would like to think of himself as a top. Not that he thought about gay sex often but with Minho it was… how the hell could he resist the guy? He couldn’t, plain and simple, he didn’t think anyone could resist that burning charisma gaze and that thought sparked a bit of jealousy in his stomach - Minho sure acted like he knew what he was doing, had he done this many times before?
Jonghyun’s mind went blank, though, as Minho nipped at his exposed collar bone and bucked his hips up into the vocalist’s body.
“Ride me.”
Minho repeated the words but this time they were strained, low and gruff like he couldn’t wait any longer and Jonghyun flexed his quads, lifting himself a bit off of Minho’s cock and dropping back down. It was a glorious feeling, moving like that, and he picked up a good rhythm, Minho’s hands guiding him up and down each time, the rapper’s head tilting back to knock against the wall lightly, his molars clenching under the skin stretched over his jaw, his mouth set and his eyes glued to where Jonghyun’s skirt was hiding their intimate movements.
But Minho proved to be crafty as he reached behind Jonghyun and undid the corset, that really being the only thing keeping the top of the costume in place. The material was flung to a corner of the room, exposing Jonghyun’s toned chest and bronze abs, his sharp hip bones moving and dipping with every movement - Minho pulled at the bow on the back of Jonghyun’s skirt and soon that was ripped away too, leaving the older in just his thigh high white stockings and his stilettos, bouncing up and down on the rapper’s dick.
“Fuck,” Minho breathed, groaning as his pupils dilated and he shifted, keeping his dick buried deep within Jonghyun as he suddenly pushed the vocalist over onto his back, settling between those quivering thighs as he slammed his cock deeper within Jonghyun’s walls.
Jonghyun cried out, his hands instantly clawing at Minho’s back, legs wrapping around the rapper’s waist, stockings sliding over Minho’s shirt, calves rubbing against the backs of Minho’s denim-clad thighs and God damn why was Minho wearing so much clothes couldn’t he get naked too?
It didn’t matter, though, because Jonghyun was getting nailed into the mattress and Minho lifted one of his legs, and while Jonghyun wasn’t limber the slight movement made stars explode behind his vision and his body tremored and clenched around Minho’s dick, making the younger shudder as his pace quickened.
It wasn’t long before Jonghyun felt release taking ahold of him, flowing through his veins as Minho powered into him and he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping furiously and out of tempo with the younger man’s thrusts, his blood absolutely incinerating from the hotness as his cum splattered onto his hand and abdomen, body tensing and trembling and Minho hissed and grunted, pulling out and reaching up to grab at Jonghyun’s hair. He yanked the vocalist up towards him and Jonghyun sputtered and clambered, once again on his hands and knees as Minho forced his face near his cock.
“Suck.”
Jonghyun could only comply because really, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’d do anything for this man - fluff his pillows, make him a sandwich, hand him the remote, suck his cock. His lips stretched and thinned around the girth of Minho’s dick and he sucked, clumsy and with no skill at all, eagerness making up for everything as he stroked what he couldn’t fit into his mouth, Minho grunting and pulsating above him, running his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair and whispering praises of yeah just like that and you’re a good little maid and fuck hyung deeper.
Again Minho yanked on Jonghyun’s hair just in time for his orgasm, Jonghyun closing his eyes as Minho’s hot cum spilled out in thick, sticky ropes, stringing along Jonghyun’s bangs, nose and left cheek. He heard Minho’s fingers dancing over his own skin, milking it for all it was worth, and when Jonghyun felt that the cum wasn’t going to get into his eyes any time soon, he opened them and glanced up at Minho, who looked thoroughly sated.
The rapper leaned down and licked up his remains from Jonghyun’s face, reaching up with a hand to wipe what he could from Jonghyun’s fringe, his smile less predatory and almost borderline affectionate - Jonghyun bristled, trying to tell himself that he didn’t want Minho looking at him like that.
But Minho pressed his lips against Jonghyun and he could taste the rapper on his tongue and lips, consumed with the overpowering sensation and Jonghyun melted, allowing the kiss and it was gentle, it was a bit apologetic because now Jonghyun registered the stinging in his scalp and lower back from the abuse but damn, alright, he really didn’t care because that was fucking awesome.
Minho pulled away and gave that grin of his, that grin that he usually reserved for soft moments, moments when he was at his most vulnerable, and he shifted and laid back against the wall again, tucking himself back into his pants and hissing as he moved around his injured leg.
Now it was like a switch was flipped in Jonghyun and he let out a curse, moving to stand on the floor and kicking off his stilettos angrily, cussing at them as he moved to pull on a t-shirt and some boxers, ripping the stockings off of his legs as he ran out of the room and returned with an ice pack wrapped in a towel, sitting down on the bed and pressing it to Minho’s knee, his brows knit with concern.
“Hyung…” Minho’s voice was amused and Jonghyun refused to look up, his nose scrunching a bit as he continued to hold the ice pack to Minho’s leg. “Jonghyun.”
Fingers tilted Jonghyun’s chin up and the vocalist met Minho’s stupid big alien eyes and while he was irritated that once again the younger had gotten the better of him, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly good about it. Which was fucking up his ego for sure.
“Thank you. You took good care of me.”
Jonghyun snorted, “Let’s just hope Key doesn’t have a nurse uniform.”
“I’d like to hope in favor of that.”
Jonghyun retaliated by applying too much pressure on Minho’s leg, and the resounding howl of pain was definitely a well-deserved payback.