What's My Name
Title: What’s My Name
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: a cute anon on tumblr!
Song: “What’s My Name” - by Rihanna, feat Drake
Notes: Not sure about this one but posting it before I decide I hate it lmfao. Been a while since I wrote an actual jongkey! Be happy~~~~ lol
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Things had been shifting lately. Jonghyun had come out with Sekyung a while ago and the backlash… well, they had no choice to retreat, right? To stop seeing each other. Jonghyun barely checked his phone anymore, was hardly ever caught talking on it anymore. He blamed it on the fact that they were busy but Key… well hey, he wasn’t called ‘umma’ for anything and he could sense the underlying tragedy unfolding.
Sekyung probably felt guilty for the fan’s backlash, probably felt like it was her fault. And well, it was, in a way. Key didn’t want to put the blame directly on her, though, it’s not like she wanted to ruin Jonghyun’s career (and thankfully his career hadn’t been ruined). It was partially Jonghyun’s fault, too. And SM. Really, a stunt like that was more than likely to destroy fanbases rather than create them.
And yet, when Sekyung fell out of the picture and Jonghyun returned to his usual ways with SHINee, Key couldn’t find himself remorseful - and yet he couldn’t find himself comforting Jonghyun either. But that was how Key was; no one expected him to welcome back Jonghyun with open arms. No one was affronted by it, either.
Even Jonghyun.
And weeks later, as Key sat on the couch alone in the dorm for whatever reason, his hand down his sweatpants and his head tilted back against the couch, lips parted and eyes glazed over as he stared up at the ceiling, he found himself thinking about relatively nothing, just the pass and slide of his spit-slicked palm over his aching cock. He didn’t have a specific reason for being turned on; being a hormonal teenager was reason enough, right? In a house full of guys where there was no privacy.
His thoughts weren’t drifting, he wasn’t thinking of anyone in particular as his hips quivered and bucked up into his hands, the cherry of his chapstick staining his tongue with the artificial flavor as he continually licked his drying lips. His fingers tightened and loosened, the jolts running up and down his shaft making all ten toes curl in the plush matting of the rug underneath the coffee table. He panted out, chest stuttering slightly, his free hand moving under his shirt to let his fingers pinch and tease at one of his nipples.
Mind clouding over, his eyes fluttered a bit, long lashes resting against his cheeks briefly before his wet eyes opened and his mind’s eye was full of Jonghyun. He gasped in surprise - that had never happened before - but no matter how he tried to shake it, he couldn’t. But… well, since he was already thinking about Jonghyun… it wouldn’t hurt, right? To think about his best friend.
To think about how Jonghyun, no matter what, always knew how to make Key’s knees weak even with the simplest of gestures. They were so close, they knew what made the other tick… A flash of Jonghyun’s sharp jaw intruded Key’s minds’ eye, a close-up of that flawless skin, and the rapper let out a soft huff as his fingers squeezed the base of his dick.
What was Jonghyun like? With Sekyung. And no, those thoughts weren’t ‘did he open the door for her?’ or ‘did he offer his jacket to her when she was cold and forgot hers?’. The thoughts were more along of the lines of how did his hands press into her slender body, how did his fingers dig into her skin, how did his lips drag over the underside of her soft chin? How did he moan when she wrapped her tiny fingers around his cock, what sorts of noises did he make when he pushed into her tight little body?
Key wasn’t even thinking about what he was thinking about. His mind was running free, a stampede of scattered thoughts and emotions as he jerked himself to the images playing in his mind, the images of Jonghyun fucking Sekyung into whatever surface they happened upon - bed, wall, counter, couch, floor. Key’s heels dug into the floor and he pushed his hips up into the vice he created out of his fingers, his eyes fluttering open and closed and he felt his body overheating, he could feel his skin pinkening with arousal as he wondered what kind of lover Jonghyun would be.
That wasn’t such a strange thought, was it? To wonder what kind of lay your best friend would be.
In his mind, Key replaced Sekyung with himself and oh yes, that was much better. He watched himself arch into Jonghyun’s mouth as those perfect lips trailed down Key’s chest, tongue swirling and teeth nipping. He bet Jonghyun would know just how to touch him, what to do with him, even though they had never done anything remotely close to it in the past. It was a side effect of being so close to someone. Their skinship was at extreme levels already and it had died a bit when Sekyung was in the picture but with no sign of her things were slowly progressing and Key found himself smiling again… he found himself jerking off regularly, again, too.
The couch dipped and Key’s eyes flew open with the added weight on his cushion and Jonghyun was hovering over him, his eyes dark and his lips moist and Key froze mid-stroke, his heart leaping out of his chest and splattering on Jonghyun’s face as the older boy stared down at Key with such an intense gaze. Key let out a soft whimper - by now he was so aroused words couldn’t form any sentences and his mouth refused to cooperate with his brain - dropping his hands to his sides limply, knowing he’d been caught in the act.
Please don’t let him know what I was thinking about…
“You said my name.”
Fuck.
Key scoffed, the best he could without his dick jumping at the sound of Jonghyun’s voice.
And yet, his brain still wasn’t sending the proper signals to his mouth to get him to talk.
“Did you miss me? I was only gone for thirty minutes.”
The tone of Jonghyun’s voice was different than it had ever been before and Key closed his eyes briefly, imagining this sexy purr being directed at Sekyung, feeling his dick give another twitch.
“Answer me, Key.”
Those hands that Key had just been fantasizing about were now pressing into his hips, digging into the flesh and making Key squirm and groan beneath Jonghyun, his eyes flying open to look up at the older man, questioning and fear painting itself on Key’s face as Jonghyun chuckled and leaned down to nibble at Key’s ear lobe.
“You could have at least waited for me to get back.”
Key didn’t want to think about technicalities at this point but obviously Jonghyun wasn’t mad about finding his best friend jacking off in the living room and saying his name, so Key did the only thing that his brain finally commanded his body to do: he reached up, cupped the back of Jonghyun’s neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss, one that made Jonghyun chuckle into his mouth as he slid over Key and straddled him, their tongues pushing against each other and hands starting to map out the expanse of the others’ body.
Muffled sounds and groans were made as Jonghyun’s hot palms slid over Key’s chest, heat seeping through the shirt that was quickly discarded and tossed aside, their lips meeting again as Key’s mind started to fizzle out of commission. All he could think of was Jonghyun doing this to Sekyung, all he could think about was Jonghyun thinking about Sekyung while he was doing this…
But as Jonghyun’s fingers wrapped around Key’s cock, Key knew that Jonghyun wasn’t thinking about Sekyung. Key knew that he wasn’t thinking of Sekyung anymore, either, as he pushed into Jonghyun’s hand and his shaft leaked in his arousal, Key’s arms wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck to pull him down close to him. Their chests slid together and Key registered that Jonghyun was shirtless as well, only clad in his boxers and Key let out a strangled sound as Jonghyun forced his body to lay horizontally on the couch, his slightly smaller body covering the rapper’s.
Key had been turned on before, just thinking about what Jonghyun could do to him, but his body was on overdrive as the real Jonghyun started to molest him, as the real Jonghyun planted kisses and scorch marks with his lips and fingers all over Key’s pale flesh. Key arched up and tangled his fingers in Jonghyun’s hair, rolling his body once, and he heard the groan of approval that Jonghyun made with that action as Jonghyun settled between his legs, pulling his sweat pants down with shaky fingers.
It didn’t take long for the both of them to be naked and grinding on the couch, Key’s head tossed back, eyes glossy and lips bruised, love-bites littering their necks and collarbones as they rutted together. Jonghyun’s hand moved to the underside of Key’s leg and lifted it and Key followed the gesture, wrapping his long limb around Jonghyun’s waist - the tip of the older man’s cock bumped against Key’s entrance and he shivered, letting out a rather undignified whine.
And throughout all of this neither of them was going to question it, neither of them were going to stop and figure things about because it felt too good to stop, it was too beautiful of a moment to ruin with unnecessary words whose ultimatum was to get them to halt what they were doing. Jonghyun was pressing Key’s buttons in the way that Key knew he was going to, Jonghyun knew Key’s body better than the rapper knew himself and it was driving Key crazy, his hands moving to his own hair to grip at the roots and tug slightly, the pang of pain on his scalp grounding him a bit as Jonghyun grinded into him.
In the back of his mind, Key had wondered what it would be like with Jonghyun. He wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that smoldering gaze, those smooth lips, those honey-dripped words. But as Jonghyun kissed his lips deep and hard, his tongue tracing the contours of Key’s mouth and teeth, Key started to have the realization that he had been at the receiving ends of all those and more at various times, for as long as they’d been friends.
And no matter how many people tried to get with Key, no matter how many people wanted to screw him or date him or even just talk to him, Key subconsciously compared them to Jonghyun; ‘Jonghyun would have said that with so much more tact’, or ‘Jonghyun would have known where to touch me when he complimented me’. Because Jonghyun did. Jonghyun knew Key inside and out and even though Key had thought he didn’t know Jonghyun, he did. He always had. They had always known each other.
“J-Jonghyun…” Key finally spoke, his hands moving to Jonghyun’s sturdy biceps, holding onto them tightly, feeling like if he let go he was going to float away into outer space on cloud nine.
“Mmm…” was Jonghyun’s response as he buried his face into Key’s neck, inhaling his scent and letting his teeth scrape over the milky skin.
Key whined in pleasure, both legs wrapping around Jonghyun’s body as Jonghyun pulled back to spit into his hand, stroking his erection to lubricate it the best he could with limited supplies.
“What…” Key tried to form coherent thoughts; now that his mouth was working his brain was blank. “What’s…”
“What’s what, baby?” Jonghyun cooed, nibbling at Key’s ear and trailing his lips over his jaw before pulling back to let his eyes catch Key’s, the rapper’s breath being stolen out of his chest.
“Say my name…” Key finally whispered, and for a second Jonghyun tensed and Key tensed and the moment was tense and there was nothing -
And then Jonghyun chuckled, shaking his head and leaning down to kiss Key’s lips, mumbling softly against them.
“Why…”
Key didn’t think Jonghyun was capable of ruining a moment but he was coming close; “Just say my name God damn it.”
“What other name would I say?” Jonghyun was being snarky, cocky, an asshole like he always was, just the way Key loved him, liked him, and wouldn’t have him any other way.
“What’s-her-face’s,” Key said with a huff, not really thinking about the repercussions of him saying something like that.
But as soon as Jonghyun perked a brow and pulled back a bit to sit on his haunches, Key regretted saying that; the diva crossed his arms over his bare chest, though his legs were still wrapped around Jonghyun’s body and they were both very much still naked.
“Don’t be stupid, Kibum,” Jonghyun said after a long, almost-awkward pause.
He didn’t say anything else.
Key didn’t say anything, either, as he reached up and pulled Jonghyun down for another kiss, the older man’s response to Key’s mini hissy-fit being exactly what the rapper was looking for. Because Key could be stupid no matter how smart he really was and Jonghyun knew that Key was being stupid right now.
Their bodies slid together and Jonghyun moaned out Kibum’s name, the younger tipping his head back and panting softly as Jonghyun’s fingers moved to his entrance, slicked with saliva and a bit more rough than they should have been but Key didn’t mind because that’s how Jonghyun was. He relaxed and felt those fingers moving inside of him, searching and stretching and making a dull burn thrum through his nervous system, and Key took it because this is what he’d wanted to know all along - what it was like to have Jonghyun on top of him, working into him, with lust-ridden eyes and a heady stare with shortened breath and glistening skin.
The first push of Jonghyun’s cock against his entrance was a barely-there ache, but Key’s lack of resistance must have assured Jonghyun it was ok to just ram the rest of the way in. Key’s back arched and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream, his nails digging into Jonghyun’s shoulder blades as his thighs quaked and tightened around Jonghyun’s slender waist, the bones underneath the older man’s flesh digging into Key’s skin and likely leaving marks on the insides of his thighs.
But the pain didn’t matter, the uncomfortable bite of Jonghyun’s fingers pressing so insistently into Key’s waist didn’t matter because Jonghyun was soon completely inside of Key, filling him up and penetrating him so deeply and it was Key’s name falling from Jonghyun’s lips, it was Key’s name that the older man was whimpering out along with the ‘fuck you’re so tight’s and the ‘God damn you’re so sexy’s.
And it was like Key had imagined it, just minutes ago when he was jacking off; Jonghyun was a thorough lover, he was attentive to detail - like when Key crooned when Jonghyun swiveled his hips instead of just thrusting, or when Jonghyun noticed that a certain spot on Key’s collarbone made the younger writhe in uncontainable pleasure. He was perfect, he was everything Key imagined and it was all actually happening, he was thrusting into Key’s body and gripping onto the rapper’s cock and stroking it in tandem with his movements and it was almost too much, Key was way beyond turned on, way beyond the extreme arousal he felt just by thinking about Jonghyun.
“Fuck, Kibum…” Jonghyun panted out, wrapping his strong arms around Key’s body, pressing their chests together as he fucked into the tight body beneath him, the rapper keening and arching his back. “Do you know… how much I thought about you when she and I fucked…?”
Kibum’s heart rate accelerated so fast his vision went blurry, his eyes closing to keep his head from spinning.
“Fuck Kibum you don’t even know, do you,” Jonghyun said with a chuckle, his face still buried in the crook of the younger man’s neck. “Every time she rolled her body… I knew you could do it better. Every time she said my name, I knew you could say it louder. Every time I fucked her I knew that you could fuck better.”
The desperate tone of Jonghyun’s voice and how he was punctuating his sentences with perfectly aimed thrusts to Key’s prostate was driving Key wild, driving him mad and into a frenzy of curses and grunts and ‘fuck Jonghyun’s because he had no idea, he really didn’t, and if he had any sort of clue that Jonghyun thought about that sort of stuff while with his apparent ‘girlfriend’ then fuck, maybe Key would have gotten on the ball quicker.
But that was in the past, she was nowhere in sight, far from their minds as they meshed together on the couch, the pegs of the furniture scraping along the wooden floor with each thrust that Jonghyun forced into Key’s body. They were both moaning each other’s names, a cacophony that was perfect in its dissonance even with ragged breaths and mispronunciations whenever a nail dug in too hard there, a tooth drew blood here.
Jonghyun pulled back to kiss Key hard on the mouth and Key submitted to it, his jaw slackening and his tongue pushing against Jonghyun’s and it was everything Key thought it was going to be, being with Jonghyun. It was everything and more, it was bubbling over and yet there was still so much more to be discovered, to be done, so much more to be said without saying anything in the first place.
Jonghyun reached between their bodies and started to pump Key’s dick in time with his own, pulling away from the kiss to stare down into Key’s eyes, deep and imploringly, his large eyes moist and his swollen lips smirking ever so slightly as Key flushed under his gaze, unable to break eye contact even as he let out a gasp and a moan, shuddering as Jonghyun started to bring him closer to the edge. He watched as Jonghyun’s eyes trailed over his face, taking in his features - his eyes, his brow, his nose, his lips, his cheek bones - Key could feel him scanning every millimeter of skin and when Key tensed and came, his orgasm washing over him and finally closing his eyes, he managed to catch a glimpse of Jonghyun’s mouth dropping into an ‘o’ before he felt heat explode inside of his body and felt Jonghyun collapse on top of him.
For a few moments they lay there, catching their breath and wrapping their arms around one another, Jonghyun’s cheek against Key’s sweaty chest, probably stuck there as the high of orgasm fell around them and coated them in a blissfully sweaty, cozy blanket. Jonghyun’s dick gave a twitch inside of Key’s body and the younger shifted a bit, making a face - when Jonghyun didn’t make any effort to move, Key whined and pushed at his shoulders.
“Jjong, get off me, it feels weird.”
“It feels great,” Jonghyun replied, his words muffled by Key’s skin becoming one with his mouth.
Key blushed, “You’re such pervert,” and pushed again at Jonghyun’s shoulders.
“Mmm, Kibum…”
The younger stopped struggling, biting his lip and trying to ignore the fact that he had something stuck inside of him… even though it sort of felt nice to be full like that.
“Hmm?”
He could feel Jonghyun’s lips curving against his chest in a smile, “What’s my name?”
Key rolled his eyes, even though the other couldn’t see it, and ran his hands down Jonghyun’s strong back, fingers sliding into the dips and curves before resting on his hips as Key gave a simple reply:
“Mine.”
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: NC-17
Prompt from: a cute anon on tumblr!
Song: “What’s My Name” - by Rihanna, feat Drake
Notes: Not sure about this one but posting it before I decide I hate it lmfao. Been a while since I wrote an actual jongkey! Be happy~~~~ lol
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Things had been shifting lately. Jonghyun had come out with Sekyung a while ago and the backlash… well, they had no choice to retreat, right? To stop seeing each other. Jonghyun barely checked his phone anymore, was hardly ever caught talking on it anymore. He blamed it on the fact that they were busy but Key… well hey, he wasn’t called ‘umma’ for anything and he could sense the underlying tragedy unfolding.
Sekyung probably felt guilty for the fan’s backlash, probably felt like it was her fault. And well, it was, in a way. Key didn’t want to put the blame directly on her, though, it’s not like she wanted to ruin Jonghyun’s career (and thankfully his career hadn’t been ruined). It was partially Jonghyun’s fault, too. And SM. Really, a stunt like that was more than likely to destroy fanbases rather than create them.
And yet, when Sekyung fell out of the picture and Jonghyun returned to his usual ways with SHINee, Key couldn’t find himself remorseful - and yet he couldn’t find himself comforting Jonghyun either. But that was how Key was; no one expected him to welcome back Jonghyun with open arms. No one was affronted by it, either.
Even Jonghyun.
And weeks later, as Key sat on the couch alone in the dorm for whatever reason, his hand down his sweatpants and his head tilted back against the couch, lips parted and eyes glazed over as he stared up at the ceiling, he found himself thinking about relatively nothing, just the pass and slide of his spit-slicked palm over his aching cock. He didn’t have a specific reason for being turned on; being a hormonal teenager was reason enough, right? In a house full of guys where there was no privacy.
His thoughts weren’t drifting, he wasn’t thinking of anyone in particular as his hips quivered and bucked up into his hands, the cherry of his chapstick staining his tongue with the artificial flavor as he continually licked his drying lips. His fingers tightened and loosened, the jolts running up and down his shaft making all ten toes curl in the plush matting of the rug underneath the coffee table. He panted out, chest stuttering slightly, his free hand moving under his shirt to let his fingers pinch and tease at one of his nipples.
Mind clouding over, his eyes fluttered a bit, long lashes resting against his cheeks briefly before his wet eyes opened and his mind’s eye was full of Jonghyun. He gasped in surprise - that had never happened before - but no matter how he tried to shake it, he couldn’t. But… well, since he was already thinking about Jonghyun… it wouldn’t hurt, right? To think about his best friend.
To think about how Jonghyun, no matter what, always knew how to make Key’s knees weak even with the simplest of gestures. They were so close, they knew what made the other tick… A flash of Jonghyun’s sharp jaw intruded Key’s minds’ eye, a close-up of that flawless skin, and the rapper let out a soft huff as his fingers squeezed the base of his dick.
What was Jonghyun like? With Sekyung. And no, those thoughts weren’t ‘did he open the door for her?’ or ‘did he offer his jacket to her when she was cold and forgot hers?’. The thoughts were more along of the lines of how did his hands press into her slender body, how did his fingers dig into her skin, how did his lips drag over the underside of her soft chin? How did he moan when she wrapped her tiny fingers around his cock, what sorts of noises did he make when he pushed into her tight little body?
Key wasn’t even thinking about what he was thinking about. His mind was running free, a stampede of scattered thoughts and emotions as he jerked himself to the images playing in his mind, the images of Jonghyun fucking Sekyung into whatever surface they happened upon - bed, wall, counter, couch, floor. Key’s heels dug into the floor and he pushed his hips up into the vice he created out of his fingers, his eyes fluttering open and closed and he felt his body overheating, he could feel his skin pinkening with arousal as he wondered what kind of lover Jonghyun would be.
That wasn’t such a strange thought, was it? To wonder what kind of lay your best friend would be.
In his mind, Key replaced Sekyung with himself and oh yes, that was much better. He watched himself arch into Jonghyun’s mouth as those perfect lips trailed down Key’s chest, tongue swirling and teeth nipping. He bet Jonghyun would know just how to touch him, what to do with him, even though they had never done anything remotely close to it in the past. It was a side effect of being so close to someone. Their skinship was at extreme levels already and it had died a bit when Sekyung was in the picture but with no sign of her things were slowly progressing and Key found himself smiling again… he found himself jerking off regularly, again, too.
The couch dipped and Key’s eyes flew open with the added weight on his cushion and Jonghyun was hovering over him, his eyes dark and his lips moist and Key froze mid-stroke, his heart leaping out of his chest and splattering on Jonghyun’s face as the older boy stared down at Key with such an intense gaze. Key let out a soft whimper - by now he was so aroused words couldn’t form any sentences and his mouth refused to cooperate with his brain - dropping his hands to his sides limply, knowing he’d been caught in the act.
Please don’t let him know what I was thinking about…
“You said my name.”
Fuck.
Key scoffed, the best he could without his dick jumping at the sound of Jonghyun’s voice.
And yet, his brain still wasn’t sending the proper signals to his mouth to get him to talk.
“Did you miss me? I was only gone for thirty minutes.”
The tone of Jonghyun’s voice was different than it had ever been before and Key closed his eyes briefly, imagining this sexy purr being directed at Sekyung, feeling his dick give another twitch.
“Answer me, Key.”
Those hands that Key had just been fantasizing about were now pressing into his hips, digging into the flesh and making Key squirm and groan beneath Jonghyun, his eyes flying open to look up at the older man, questioning and fear painting itself on Key’s face as Jonghyun chuckled and leaned down to nibble at Key’s ear lobe.
“You could have at least waited for me to get back.”
Key didn’t want to think about technicalities at this point but obviously Jonghyun wasn’t mad about finding his best friend jacking off in the living room and saying his name, so Key did the only thing that his brain finally commanded his body to do: he reached up, cupped the back of Jonghyun’s neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss, one that made Jonghyun chuckle into his mouth as he slid over Key and straddled him, their tongues pushing against each other and hands starting to map out the expanse of the others’ body.
Muffled sounds and groans were made as Jonghyun’s hot palms slid over Key’s chest, heat seeping through the shirt that was quickly discarded and tossed aside, their lips meeting again as Key’s mind started to fizzle out of commission. All he could think of was Jonghyun doing this to Sekyung, all he could think about was Jonghyun thinking about Sekyung while he was doing this…
But as Jonghyun’s fingers wrapped around Key’s cock, Key knew that Jonghyun wasn’t thinking about Sekyung. Key knew that he wasn’t thinking of Sekyung anymore, either, as he pushed into Jonghyun’s hand and his shaft leaked in his arousal, Key’s arms wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck to pull him down close to him. Their chests slid together and Key registered that Jonghyun was shirtless as well, only clad in his boxers and Key let out a strangled sound as Jonghyun forced his body to lay horizontally on the couch, his slightly smaller body covering the rapper’s.
Key had been turned on before, just thinking about what Jonghyun could do to him, but his body was on overdrive as the real Jonghyun started to molest him, as the real Jonghyun planted kisses and scorch marks with his lips and fingers all over Key’s pale flesh. Key arched up and tangled his fingers in Jonghyun’s hair, rolling his body once, and he heard the groan of approval that Jonghyun made with that action as Jonghyun settled between his legs, pulling his sweat pants down with shaky fingers.
It didn’t take long for the both of them to be naked and grinding on the couch, Key’s head tossed back, eyes glossy and lips bruised, love-bites littering their necks and collarbones as they rutted together. Jonghyun’s hand moved to the underside of Key’s leg and lifted it and Key followed the gesture, wrapping his long limb around Jonghyun’s waist - the tip of the older man’s cock bumped against Key’s entrance and he shivered, letting out a rather undignified whine.
And throughout all of this neither of them was going to question it, neither of them were going to stop and figure things about because it felt too good to stop, it was too beautiful of a moment to ruin with unnecessary words whose ultimatum was to get them to halt what they were doing. Jonghyun was pressing Key’s buttons in the way that Key knew he was going to, Jonghyun knew Key’s body better than the rapper knew himself and it was driving Key crazy, his hands moving to his own hair to grip at the roots and tug slightly, the pang of pain on his scalp grounding him a bit as Jonghyun grinded into him.
In the back of his mind, Key had wondered what it would be like with Jonghyun. He wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that smoldering gaze, those smooth lips, those honey-dripped words. But as Jonghyun kissed his lips deep and hard, his tongue tracing the contours of Key’s mouth and teeth, Key started to have the realization that he had been at the receiving ends of all those and more at various times, for as long as they’d been friends.
And no matter how many people tried to get with Key, no matter how many people wanted to screw him or date him or even just talk to him, Key subconsciously compared them to Jonghyun; ‘Jonghyun would have said that with so much more tact’, or ‘Jonghyun would have known where to touch me when he complimented me’. Because Jonghyun did. Jonghyun knew Key inside and out and even though Key had thought he didn’t know Jonghyun, he did. He always had. They had always known each other.
“J-Jonghyun…” Key finally spoke, his hands moving to Jonghyun’s sturdy biceps, holding onto them tightly, feeling like if he let go he was going to float away into outer space on cloud nine.
“Mmm…” was Jonghyun’s response as he buried his face into Key’s neck, inhaling his scent and letting his teeth scrape over the milky skin.
Key whined in pleasure, both legs wrapping around Jonghyun’s body as Jonghyun pulled back to spit into his hand, stroking his erection to lubricate it the best he could with limited supplies.
“What…” Key tried to form coherent thoughts; now that his mouth was working his brain was blank. “What’s…”
“What’s what, baby?” Jonghyun cooed, nibbling at Key’s ear and trailing his lips over his jaw before pulling back to let his eyes catch Key’s, the rapper’s breath being stolen out of his chest.
“Say my name…” Key finally whispered, and for a second Jonghyun tensed and Key tensed and the moment was tense and there was nothing -
And then Jonghyun chuckled, shaking his head and leaning down to kiss Key’s lips, mumbling softly against them.
“Why…”
Key didn’t think Jonghyun was capable of ruining a moment but he was coming close; “Just say my name God damn it.”
“What other name would I say?” Jonghyun was being snarky, cocky, an asshole like he always was, just the way Key loved him, liked him, and wouldn’t have him any other way.
“What’s-her-face’s,” Key said with a huff, not really thinking about the repercussions of him saying something like that.
But as soon as Jonghyun perked a brow and pulled back a bit to sit on his haunches, Key regretted saying that; the diva crossed his arms over his bare chest, though his legs were still wrapped around Jonghyun’s body and they were both very much still naked.
“Don’t be stupid, Kibum,” Jonghyun said after a long, almost-awkward pause.
He didn’t say anything else.
Key didn’t say anything, either, as he reached up and pulled Jonghyun down for another kiss, the older man’s response to Key’s mini hissy-fit being exactly what the rapper was looking for. Because Key could be stupid no matter how smart he really was and Jonghyun knew that Key was being stupid right now.
Their bodies slid together and Jonghyun moaned out Kibum’s name, the younger tipping his head back and panting softly as Jonghyun’s fingers moved to his entrance, slicked with saliva and a bit more rough than they should have been but Key didn’t mind because that’s how Jonghyun was. He relaxed and felt those fingers moving inside of him, searching and stretching and making a dull burn thrum through his nervous system, and Key took it because this is what he’d wanted to know all along - what it was like to have Jonghyun on top of him, working into him, with lust-ridden eyes and a heady stare with shortened breath and glistening skin.
The first push of Jonghyun’s cock against his entrance was a barely-there ache, but Key’s lack of resistance must have assured Jonghyun it was ok to just ram the rest of the way in. Key’s back arched and his mouth dropped open in a silent scream, his nails digging into Jonghyun’s shoulder blades as his thighs quaked and tightened around Jonghyun’s slender waist, the bones underneath the older man’s flesh digging into Key’s skin and likely leaving marks on the insides of his thighs.
But the pain didn’t matter, the uncomfortable bite of Jonghyun’s fingers pressing so insistently into Key’s waist didn’t matter because Jonghyun was soon completely inside of Key, filling him up and penetrating him so deeply and it was Key’s name falling from Jonghyun’s lips, it was Key’s name that the older man was whimpering out along with the ‘fuck you’re so tight’s and the ‘God damn you’re so sexy’s.
And it was like Key had imagined it, just minutes ago when he was jacking off; Jonghyun was a thorough lover, he was attentive to detail - like when Key crooned when Jonghyun swiveled his hips instead of just thrusting, or when Jonghyun noticed that a certain spot on Key’s collarbone made the younger writhe in uncontainable pleasure. He was perfect, he was everything Key imagined and it was all actually happening, he was thrusting into Key’s body and gripping onto the rapper’s cock and stroking it in tandem with his movements and it was almost too much, Key was way beyond turned on, way beyond the extreme arousal he felt just by thinking about Jonghyun.
“Fuck, Kibum…” Jonghyun panted out, wrapping his strong arms around Key’s body, pressing their chests together as he fucked into the tight body beneath him, the rapper keening and arching his back. “Do you know… how much I thought about you when she and I fucked…?”
Kibum’s heart rate accelerated so fast his vision went blurry, his eyes closing to keep his head from spinning.
“Fuck Kibum you don’t even know, do you,” Jonghyun said with a chuckle, his face still buried in the crook of the younger man’s neck. “Every time she rolled her body… I knew you could do it better. Every time she said my name, I knew you could say it louder. Every time I fucked her I knew that you could fuck better.”
The desperate tone of Jonghyun’s voice and how he was punctuating his sentences with perfectly aimed thrusts to Key’s prostate was driving Key wild, driving him mad and into a frenzy of curses and grunts and ‘fuck Jonghyun’s because he had no idea, he really didn’t, and if he had any sort of clue that Jonghyun thought about that sort of stuff while with his apparent ‘girlfriend’ then fuck, maybe Key would have gotten on the ball quicker.
But that was in the past, she was nowhere in sight, far from their minds as they meshed together on the couch, the pegs of the furniture scraping along the wooden floor with each thrust that Jonghyun forced into Key’s body. They were both moaning each other’s names, a cacophony that was perfect in its dissonance even with ragged breaths and mispronunciations whenever a nail dug in too hard there, a tooth drew blood here.
Jonghyun pulled back to kiss Key hard on the mouth and Key submitted to it, his jaw slackening and his tongue pushing against Jonghyun’s and it was everything Key thought it was going to be, being with Jonghyun. It was everything and more, it was bubbling over and yet there was still so much more to be discovered, to be done, so much more to be said without saying anything in the first place.
Jonghyun reached between their bodies and started to pump Key’s dick in time with his own, pulling away from the kiss to stare down into Key’s eyes, deep and imploringly, his large eyes moist and his swollen lips smirking ever so slightly as Key flushed under his gaze, unable to break eye contact even as he let out a gasp and a moan, shuddering as Jonghyun started to bring him closer to the edge. He watched as Jonghyun’s eyes trailed over his face, taking in his features - his eyes, his brow, his nose, his lips, his cheek bones - Key could feel him scanning every millimeter of skin and when Key tensed and came, his orgasm washing over him and finally closing his eyes, he managed to catch a glimpse of Jonghyun’s mouth dropping into an ‘o’ before he felt heat explode inside of his body and felt Jonghyun collapse on top of him.
For a few moments they lay there, catching their breath and wrapping their arms around one another, Jonghyun’s cheek against Key’s sweaty chest, probably stuck there as the high of orgasm fell around them and coated them in a blissfully sweaty, cozy blanket. Jonghyun’s dick gave a twitch inside of Key’s body and the younger shifted a bit, making a face - when Jonghyun didn’t make any effort to move, Key whined and pushed at his shoulders.
“Jjong, get off me, it feels weird.”
“It feels great,” Jonghyun replied, his words muffled by Key’s skin becoming one with his mouth.
Key blushed, “You’re such pervert,” and pushed again at Jonghyun’s shoulders.
“Mmm, Kibum…”
The younger stopped struggling, biting his lip and trying to ignore the fact that he had something stuck inside of him… even though it sort of felt nice to be full like that.
“Hmm?”
He could feel Jonghyun’s lips curving against his chest in a smile, “What’s my name?”
Key rolled his eyes, even though the other couldn’t see it, and ran his hands down Jonghyun’s strong back, fingers sliding into the dips and curves before resting on his hips as Key gave a simple reply:
“Mine.”