Valentine's Day
happy valentine's day! i bring you a solo!key to celebrate this lovely day :)
nc-17
key was celebrating valentine's day with the person he loved most - himself.
onew and taemin were out on a date, jonghyun was with his girlfriend, and minho had gathered up his favorite hyungs for some sort of... manly something or other. which left key with the dorm to himself and most people would have been a bit down about the fact that they were spending valentine's day alone but oh, not key. not key, who put on his prettiest make-up, who styled his hair in a sexy, tousled do. not key, who wore his favorite designer jeans and a loose designer tank top, his favorite duck socks on his feet.
not key, who was currently sitting on the sofa with his hand down his pants.
he traced the vein on the underside of his cock with his fingernail, lightly, all the way up to the tip where he ran his finger along the ridge of the head. he tremebled with the sensations, electricity humming through his body. he wasn't thinking about anything in particular, about anyone in particular, just the wonder, solid sensation of his fingers teasing over his hot flesh. his head was thrown back against the back cushions, his legs spread, pants pushed down around his thighs, his cock barely even out of his underwear. pre-cum was drooling from the tip and occasionally dropping onto his stomach, the pearly liquid sticky and connecting his cock to his abdomen with a thin string.
his wrist flicked and his dick twitched, the head smacking against his taut stomach lightly, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in key's ears as he licked his lips and let out a soft moan. his free hand moved to lightly tease two fingers along his balls, touching them lightly before moving lower and scooping them up, pressing them against his shaft. his breathing increased with that action and his cheeks flushed - his toes curled into the rug under the coffee table and his hips bucked up just a fraction.
eyes fluttering, key looked blindly up at the ceiling, seeing nothing but white and letting the pleasure cloud his vision. he tightened his fingers around his cock and started stroking, the build up becoming almost too much, the teasing too little. on every upwards thrust he circled his palm over his leaking tip and then on the downwards stroke he tightened his grip, squeezing the base of his erection. fire was burning, coiling in his belly and making his nerves dance and shudder in anticipation; his head tilted to the side and his cheek buried into the cushion of the backrest, soft huffs leaving his lips and warming the area around his mouth.
a small, strangled sound left his lips when his thumbnail grazed the slit of his dick. his hips stuttered and his back arched and he moved his free hand under his tank top to let his fingers toy idly with his nipple, pinching and pulling and rolling the flesh around. his chest was heaving by now, his ribs expanding and contracting and his abs were flexing so hard he could feel the lactic acid burning and building up and he looked down at his cock to see it such a pretty red color, all flushed and ready to release, the pre-cum a steady stream from the hole now. his eyes hooded as he took in the sight of his slender fingers wrapped around the thick flesh and then he glanced up - his reflection was staring back at him on the big, black screen of the television and he lost it in that moment.
his orgasm hit him like a truck and he lifted his shirt out of the way just in time, his cum spurting in thick ropes onto his abdomen and dripping down slowly, some pooling in his navel, some sliding off towards his hip bones. his legs twitched along with his cock, in time with his heart beat and as he came down from his high he felt overly sensitive as he laid on his side and covered his eyes with his arm, taking a deep, calming breath.
a smirk filtered over his lips as he lay alone on the couch in the living room of their dorm, stray cum dripping onto the cushions he was relaxing on, as he finally caught his breath.
"happy valentine's day, baby," he said to himself, giving a feline smile towards the little camcorder he had propped up on the coffee table, a cord connecting it to the television.
nc-17
key was celebrating valentine's day with the person he loved most - himself.
onew and taemin were out on a date, jonghyun was with his girlfriend, and minho had gathered up his favorite hyungs for some sort of... manly something or other. which left key with the dorm to himself and most people would have been a bit down about the fact that they were spending valentine's day alone but oh, not key. not key, who put on his prettiest make-up, who styled his hair in a sexy, tousled do. not key, who wore his favorite designer jeans and a loose designer tank top, his favorite duck socks on his feet.
not key, who was currently sitting on the sofa with his hand down his pants.
he traced the vein on the underside of his cock with his fingernail, lightly, all the way up to the tip where he ran his finger along the ridge of the head. he tremebled with the sensations, electricity humming through his body. he wasn't thinking about anything in particular, about anyone in particular, just the wonder, solid sensation of his fingers teasing over his hot flesh. his head was thrown back against the back cushions, his legs spread, pants pushed down around his thighs, his cock barely even out of his underwear. pre-cum was drooling from the tip and occasionally dropping onto his stomach, the pearly liquid sticky and connecting his cock to his abdomen with a thin string.
his wrist flicked and his dick twitched, the head smacking against his taut stomach lightly, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in key's ears as he licked his lips and let out a soft moan. his free hand moved to lightly tease two fingers along his balls, touching them lightly before moving lower and scooping them up, pressing them against his shaft. his breathing increased with that action and his cheeks flushed - his toes curled into the rug under the coffee table and his hips bucked up just a fraction.
eyes fluttering, key looked blindly up at the ceiling, seeing nothing but white and letting the pleasure cloud his vision. he tightened his fingers around his cock and started stroking, the build up becoming almost too much, the teasing too little. on every upwards thrust he circled his palm over his leaking tip and then on the downwards stroke he tightened his grip, squeezing the base of his erection. fire was burning, coiling in his belly and making his nerves dance and shudder in anticipation; his head tilted to the side and his cheek buried into the cushion of the backrest, soft huffs leaving his lips and warming the area around his mouth.
a small, strangled sound left his lips when his thumbnail grazed the slit of his dick. his hips stuttered and his back arched and he moved his free hand under his tank top to let his fingers toy idly with his nipple, pinching and pulling and rolling the flesh around. his chest was heaving by now, his ribs expanding and contracting and his abs were flexing so hard he could feel the lactic acid burning and building up and he looked down at his cock to see it such a pretty red color, all flushed and ready to release, the pre-cum a steady stream from the hole now. his eyes hooded as he took in the sight of his slender fingers wrapped around the thick flesh and then he glanced up - his reflection was staring back at him on the big, black screen of the television and he lost it in that moment.
his orgasm hit him like a truck and he lifted his shirt out of the way just in time, his cum spurting in thick ropes onto his abdomen and dripping down slowly, some pooling in his navel, some sliding off towards his hip bones. his legs twitched along with his cock, in time with his heart beat and as he came down from his high he felt overly sensitive as he laid on his side and covered his eyes with his arm, taking a deep, calming breath.
a smirk filtered over his lips as he lay alone on the couch in the living room of their dorm, stray cum dripping onto the cushions he was relaxing on, as he finally caught his breath.
"happy valentine's day, baby," he said to himself, giving a feline smile towards the little camcorder he had propped up on the coffee table, a cord connecting it to the television.