Show
Title: Show
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho/Key (jongkeyho)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hints at slave/master relationship
Notes: For Meghan on tumblr ^^ fellow lover of jongkeyho ♥
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When Key said that he was going to start working out to get more muscles, the rest of SHINee had just assumed that he was going to accompany Minho to the gym and perhaps maybe actually diet for once (but they knew that was impossible, Key loved food too much to restrict himself on anything).
What Minho did not expect was to come home one day after his schedule and see Key in the middle of the living room with an extend-a-pole propped between the ceiling and floor, his perfect legs curling around the steel object and his hands sliding over it as he moved to the erotic beats that were pumping from the stereo.
He also didn’t expect to see Jonghyun sitting on the couch looking like he was watching a silent film and trying to decipher a foreign language at the same time.
Both boys noticed Minho at the same time, but neither of them made a move to stop him or even acknowledge him. A small smirk filtered over Key’s lips as he spun a slow circle around the pole, the plaid skirt riding low on his hips leaving nothing to the imagination, the lacy pink panties peeking out and defining his ass cheeks gloriously. He wore black stilettos and a white button-up shirt, eyeliner on his eyes making them smoky and dangerous.
Minho dropped his duffle bag in shock and briefly wondered if he should leave again.
Jonghyun glanced over, smirking a bit and moving his hand to run over the bulge in his sweat pants. “Welcome home, man.”
The athlete gave Jonghyun a wary look before his gaze slid back to Key, watching as the dancer lazily pulled himself up onto the pole, muscles Minho didn’t even know him to have helping turn him upside down, legs spread so he could slide almost completely to the floor before gracefully sliding along the laquered wood, turning onto his hands on knees and finally addressing Minho with a curl of his lips.
“Have a good day?” Key asked, and under any other circumstance it would have been a normal question that he would have asked when anyone came home from schedule.
But as it were, Key was sprawled out like some delicious morsel and Jonghyun was eyeing him like he was edible, and Minho seriously felt all of the blood leave his head at once.
“Nghuh.”
Minho wasn’t terribly great with words all of the time but that was ridiculous.
Jonghyun patted the cushion next to him in silent invitation for the younger boy to join him, and Minho didn’t know why but his feet carried him over to his hyung, sitting down next to the brunet and watching as Key unfurled and stood up with the aid of the pole, looking way too experienced.
“Erotic dancing is a great form of exercise,” Jonghyun said conversationally, as if he weren’t affected by the way Key was currently grinding up on the pole. But Jonghyun was bothered, quite so, if his palm kneading into his crotch was any sort of indication.
Minho wasn’t going to deny the fact. Key’s already limber body was even more flexible as his legs lifted and shifted, and lately Minho had even seen the beginnings of defined pectoral muscles. He had been curious as to how Key was doing it, since Key had gone to the gym only once with Minho and then bitched about it smelling like “man and sweat”. Which were totally fine scents, in Minho’s opinion.
Key extracted himself from the pole and he was really too good at that, did he have a secret night job no one knew about? Minho’s fingers twisted at the knees of his sweatpants, an attempt to keep himself under control as Key sauntered over and put his right hand on Minho’s knee, his left hand on Jonghyun’s.
“You boys want a show?” Key asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Jonghyun nodded, all confidence as he leaned back a bit and laced his fingers behind his neck.
Minho nodded dumbly, zero confidence and one-hundred percent curiosity. Morbid curiosity.
Key straightened and turned around, dropping his torso down and keeping his legs straight, presenting his ass to Minho and Jonghyun expertly. His pretty fingers slid up his smooth legs and Key’s legs had always been amazing but now they were hairless and oh, yeah, Minho’s dick definitely responded to that. Teasing the hem of his skirt, Key lifted it up a little bit and the bulge of his soft cock against the front of his panties was visible, and it was just like Key to be unaffected like this while everyone else was uncomfortable.
While Minho was uncomfortable.
And Jonghyun was enjoying the show like he got to see it every night of his life.
Fucker.
Key’s hips swiveled and Minho’s eyes glued to the movement, watching the slivers of Key’s creamy skin be exposed whenever his shirt lifted up a bit. The boy’s ass was really something to behold, it was glorious - firm and round but not too big, it looked like the perfect handful. Minho was tempted to reach out and touch but Jonghyun was so relaxed Minho felt like he’d be breaking some sort of rule if he touched Key. So he didn’t, his fingers still in his sweat pants as Key turned around and gyrated his hips all the way down to the floor, spreading his legs obscenely and then bringing himself back up again.
Those heels were ridiculous.
They were smoking hot.
Key moved closer to Jonghyun and Minho, slotting one of his knees between each other their legs, effectively straddling the legs the boys had closest together. Jonghyun finally moved, his hands reaching out to unbutton the white shirt, his fingers surprisingly nimble since his cock looked like it had seventy percent of Jonghyun’s blood in it. Key’s body kept rolling, kept swaying and his fingers went up to tangle in his own hair, to drag over his plump lips and cheeks and his eyes were on Minho’s, unwavering as his shirt finally came undone and he shrugged it off, tossing it aside.
Jonghyun’s hands smoothed over the creamy expanse of skin. His fingers tweaked perky nipples and Key let out a soft gasp, his hips grinding down on the boy’s legs and making both of them groan, the dancer’s panties finally straining a bit with his hardening cock.
Taking Jonghyun’s lead, Minho reached out and curled a hand around Key’s waist. He was soft and fleshy and yet firm and defined, his hip bones no joke and able to cut glass as Minho dragged his fingertips over them. Key licked his lips and let out a soft whine as four hands molested his body, Jonghyun and Minho’s fingers teaming up to ruck up Key’s skirt, exposing his frilly panties, shoving the skirt up to Key’s mid-section.
Leaning forward, Jonghyun’s lips swirled in Key’s navel, flashes of his teeth showing as he scraped them along the skin. Minho leaned forward and tasted the dancer as well, his mind exploding with the new sensation and taste, one of his hands sneaking around to grab at Key’s ass.
The perfect handful.
Key shuddered and tangled his fingers in both boy’s hair, encouraging their assault as his back arched and his thighs trembled in an attempt to keep him upright. Jonghyun’s hands were braver, more experienced than Minho’s as they slid over the tops of Key’s thighs and then pressed against the dancer’s cock, his fingers teasing the flesh through the thin material of the panties.
Minho could only watch as Jonghyun palmed Key’s erection and reduced the boy above them to whimpers, his hips stuttering and pushing forward, fingers tangling to an almost painful degree on their scalps. The three of them soon became a blur of hands and arms moving, mouths on Key’s skin as Key slid off of the couch to kneel on the floor, both boys diving forward for a new taste.
It wasn’t Minho’s first kiss, but he would be satisfied if it was his last, even though there was more tongue touching and lip brushing than actual kissing happening. He couldn’t even bring himself to care that he was kissing Jonghyun and Key at the same time, the drug of the moment seeping through his veins and clouding his brain. Somehow in the tangle of limbs and mouths clothes were shed and Key was spread out on the couch, his legs sprawled and the stilettos still on his feet, his back arching and body still moving to the beat of the music that was a dull roar in the background.
Minho was slotted between Key’s legs, their cocks grinding together, pre-cum slicking the surfaces. With his hands on either side of Key’s head, pressing into the cushions to keep himself upright, he didn’t miss the way Key’s eyes roved over his straining shoulder muscles. He felt Jonghyun behind him and while initially the thought bothered him, he found himself unable to care and only able to focus on getting as much as he could out of these two men.
“Isn’t he pretty,” Jonghyun said, speaking into Minho’s ear as his chest pressed against the younger boy’s back, “all spread out like a slut.”
Flashes of Jonghyun and Key fucking sped through Minho’s mind and the weight of the situation settled in his gut, sparking the arousal indefinitely as he groaned and nodded, reaching between them to grip both of their cocks and stroke.
“You should fuck him,” Jonghyun said, nipping at Minho’s ear. Minho growled at the sensation, ticking his head to the side to get away from it. Jonghyun merely chuckled and gave another nip, his hands sliding down Minho’s sides. “And then I’ll fuck you.”
A million and ten protests ran through Minho’s mind but Key reached down and grabbed the base of the athlete’s cock, rubbing the head of it against the dancer’s hole teasingly. Minho could be man enough and endure whatever Jonghyun could throw at him, as long as it meant sinking into the tight warmth that was tormenting him. Key smirked knowingly and Minho watched as his body visibly relaxed, the dancer’s fingers moving to grab Minho’s hips and force him forward - Minho plunged into Key’s body in one go and Key arched his back and cried out, nails leaving deep crescents in Minho’s hip bones as his legs spread wider and his dick jumped.
“Bet that’s nice,” Jonghyun commented.
Fingers were suddenly probing at Minho’s ass and he reached a hand behind him to smack Jonghyun’s wrist, but Jonghyun smacked his hand in return and the sting was sharp, practiced; Minho retreated his hand and stayed still inside of Key’s body, ignoring the protests of the dancer as Jonghyun slowly slid a finger into Minho’s entrance up to the first knuckle.
“You’re gonna let me do this,” Jonghyun said, his voice low as he worked his finger in and out. Minho grit his teeth and leaned down a bit, spreading his legs and burying his face into Key’s neck, occupying himself by nibbling lightly on the skin. “You’ll earn your way to the top.”
Those words must have been code for something greater, but what that ‘something greater’ was, Minho didn’t know as Jonghyun’s other hand moved to his hip and started to force his body to move. Minho’s dick pulled out of Key’s body before thrusting back in, the pace slow and brutal and completely unsatisfying as Jonghyun continued to stretch Minho, now up to three fingers. Key was uncensored, curses flowing from his lips directed at both Jonghyun and Minho, demanding that one of them do something or so help him God he was just going to take care of himself; Jonghyun reached around and smacked Key’s hand in order to take its place on the dancer’s cock, jerking him roughly a few times. How Jonghyun was so good at multi-tasking, Minho didn’t even want to know as the tip of Jonghyun’s dick pressed against his ass.
“One for the money,” Jonghyun whispered, rocking his hips once, the head of his cock pushing past Minho’s tight muscles.
Minho’s teeth drew blood on Key’s collarbone.
“Two for the show,” Jonghyun rocked his hips again and pushed in just a bit further, and Key cried out when Minho’s hands gathered a bruising grip on his hips.
Obviously not bothered to finish the rest of his pep-talk, Jonghyun violently slammed in the rest of the way and Minho pushed into Key’s body with the force, the three of them a train wreck of pleasure and pain as Jonghyun set the pace. Sweat dripped between their bodies and Key’s spine just wouldn’t stay in a straight line, constantly rolling and shaping itself to the way Minho was thrusting inside of him. Minho’s skin was burning everywhere Jonghyun was touching him and he couldn’t tell if it was out of distaste or arousal, the line between the two being blurred as Jonghyun changed his angle and pistoned his hips sharply to make Minho close his eyes and let out a guttural moan.
Key was the first to come undone, his willpower to stave off dissolving as Minho’s hand joined Jonghyun’s on his cock to stroke him feverishly; the dancer’s body went taught and he came in ribbons, coating the boy’s hands and clenching his body tightly around Minho’s thrusting cock. But Minho wasn’t going to lose to his body just yet, he wasn’t going to fall over the edge just yet because the feeling was too good, Key was too tight and Jonghyun was too powerful behind him, he just wanted to drown in the sensations - he bucked back violently onto Jonghyun’s cock and the older boy made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, Minho’s cock slipping from Key’s body as he used the leverage of his hands on the couch to continue rocking him back onto Jonghyun’s dick.
The weight of Jonghyun’s chest pressed against Minho’s back was hot and heavy, sweat on their skin making the friction between them electrifying. Key sat up a bit and reached down, slender fingers wrapping around Minho’s dick and giving a few sharp tugs - Minho came undone, his orgasm blinding him almost completely as he coated Key’s hand and spilled onto the couch, his body trembling in the effort of trying to keep himself upright.
Jonghyun pulled out and sat back, gathering his breath and then giving a smirk that Minho caught out of the corner of his eye. Key moved forward obediently, helping Minho shift and move - the athlete ended up kneeling on the floor but he didn’t care, as he watched Key’s head dip down and swallow Jonghyun whole. Jonghyun’s fingers tangled in Key’s hair as his hips pumped into his mouth and Key moaned around his cock like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted; Jonghyun’s fingers tilted Minho’s chin up and the want that flashed in the older boy’s eyes made Minho stretch up a bit, their lips clumsily pressing together, both of them too dominant to give a proper kiss. Jonghyun came at the same time he gnashed his sharp teeth into Minho’s lower lip, blood dribbling down the tall boy’s chin as he pulled back, Key licking his lips and his fingers as he sat back, looking completely satisfied.
Jonghyun pet Key’s hair gently, running his fingers through the soft strands before giving a sharp tug and nearly throwing the dancer off of his lap. Key stood without looking terribly offended, wiping his lips and fixing his hair. Minho looked between the two and then chuckled, wiping the blood from his chin with the back of his hand and standing.
“You talk too much,” he said to Jonghyun, which made the older glance up at him with a raised brow. “I bet I know a good way to shut you up.”
The smirk on Jonghyun’s lips was challenging, and with the way Key draped over Minho’s shoulders the taller rapper knew that the night was still young.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho/Key (jongkeyho)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hints at slave/master relationship
Notes: For Meghan on tumblr ^^ fellow lover of jongkeyho ♥
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When Key said that he was going to start working out to get more muscles, the rest of SHINee had just assumed that he was going to accompany Minho to the gym and perhaps maybe actually diet for once (but they knew that was impossible, Key loved food too much to restrict himself on anything).
What Minho did not expect was to come home one day after his schedule and see Key in the middle of the living room with an extend-a-pole propped between the ceiling and floor, his perfect legs curling around the steel object and his hands sliding over it as he moved to the erotic beats that were pumping from the stereo.
He also didn’t expect to see Jonghyun sitting on the couch looking like he was watching a silent film and trying to decipher a foreign language at the same time.
Both boys noticed Minho at the same time, but neither of them made a move to stop him or even acknowledge him. A small smirk filtered over Key’s lips as he spun a slow circle around the pole, the plaid skirt riding low on his hips leaving nothing to the imagination, the lacy pink panties peeking out and defining his ass cheeks gloriously. He wore black stilettos and a white button-up shirt, eyeliner on his eyes making them smoky and dangerous.
Minho dropped his duffle bag in shock and briefly wondered if he should leave again.
Jonghyun glanced over, smirking a bit and moving his hand to run over the bulge in his sweat pants. “Welcome home, man.”
The athlete gave Jonghyun a wary look before his gaze slid back to Key, watching as the dancer lazily pulled himself up onto the pole, muscles Minho didn’t even know him to have helping turn him upside down, legs spread so he could slide almost completely to the floor before gracefully sliding along the laquered wood, turning onto his hands on knees and finally addressing Minho with a curl of his lips.
“Have a good day?” Key asked, and under any other circumstance it would have been a normal question that he would have asked when anyone came home from schedule.
But as it were, Key was sprawled out like some delicious morsel and Jonghyun was eyeing him like he was edible, and Minho seriously felt all of the blood leave his head at once.
“Nghuh.”
Minho wasn’t terribly great with words all of the time but that was ridiculous.
Jonghyun patted the cushion next to him in silent invitation for the younger boy to join him, and Minho didn’t know why but his feet carried him over to his hyung, sitting down next to the brunet and watching as Key unfurled and stood up with the aid of the pole, looking way too experienced.
“Erotic dancing is a great form of exercise,” Jonghyun said conversationally, as if he weren’t affected by the way Key was currently grinding up on the pole. But Jonghyun was bothered, quite so, if his palm kneading into his crotch was any sort of indication.
Minho wasn’t going to deny the fact. Key’s already limber body was even more flexible as his legs lifted and shifted, and lately Minho had even seen the beginnings of defined pectoral muscles. He had been curious as to how Key was doing it, since Key had gone to the gym only once with Minho and then bitched about it smelling like “man and sweat”. Which were totally fine scents, in Minho’s opinion.
Key extracted himself from the pole and he was really too good at that, did he have a secret night job no one knew about? Minho’s fingers twisted at the knees of his sweatpants, an attempt to keep himself under control as Key sauntered over and put his right hand on Minho’s knee, his left hand on Jonghyun’s.
“You boys want a show?” Key asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Jonghyun nodded, all confidence as he leaned back a bit and laced his fingers behind his neck.
Minho nodded dumbly, zero confidence and one-hundred percent curiosity. Morbid curiosity.
Key straightened and turned around, dropping his torso down and keeping his legs straight, presenting his ass to Minho and Jonghyun expertly. His pretty fingers slid up his smooth legs and Key’s legs had always been amazing but now they were hairless and oh, yeah, Minho’s dick definitely responded to that. Teasing the hem of his skirt, Key lifted it up a little bit and the bulge of his soft cock against the front of his panties was visible, and it was just like Key to be unaffected like this while everyone else was uncomfortable.
While Minho was uncomfortable.
And Jonghyun was enjoying the show like he got to see it every night of his life.
Fucker.
Key’s hips swiveled and Minho’s eyes glued to the movement, watching the slivers of Key’s creamy skin be exposed whenever his shirt lifted up a bit. The boy’s ass was really something to behold, it was glorious - firm and round but not too big, it looked like the perfect handful. Minho was tempted to reach out and touch but Jonghyun was so relaxed Minho felt like he’d be breaking some sort of rule if he touched Key. So he didn’t, his fingers still in his sweat pants as Key turned around and gyrated his hips all the way down to the floor, spreading his legs obscenely and then bringing himself back up again.
Those heels were ridiculous.
They were smoking hot.
Key moved closer to Jonghyun and Minho, slotting one of his knees between each other their legs, effectively straddling the legs the boys had closest together. Jonghyun finally moved, his hands reaching out to unbutton the white shirt, his fingers surprisingly nimble since his cock looked like it had seventy percent of Jonghyun’s blood in it. Key’s body kept rolling, kept swaying and his fingers went up to tangle in his own hair, to drag over his plump lips and cheeks and his eyes were on Minho’s, unwavering as his shirt finally came undone and he shrugged it off, tossing it aside.
Jonghyun’s hands smoothed over the creamy expanse of skin. His fingers tweaked perky nipples and Key let out a soft gasp, his hips grinding down on the boy’s legs and making both of them groan, the dancer’s panties finally straining a bit with his hardening cock.
Taking Jonghyun’s lead, Minho reached out and curled a hand around Key’s waist. He was soft and fleshy and yet firm and defined, his hip bones no joke and able to cut glass as Minho dragged his fingertips over them. Key licked his lips and let out a soft whine as four hands molested his body, Jonghyun and Minho’s fingers teaming up to ruck up Key’s skirt, exposing his frilly panties, shoving the skirt up to Key’s mid-section.
Leaning forward, Jonghyun’s lips swirled in Key’s navel, flashes of his teeth showing as he scraped them along the skin. Minho leaned forward and tasted the dancer as well, his mind exploding with the new sensation and taste, one of his hands sneaking around to grab at Key’s ass.
The perfect handful.
Key shuddered and tangled his fingers in both boy’s hair, encouraging their assault as his back arched and his thighs trembled in an attempt to keep him upright. Jonghyun’s hands were braver, more experienced than Minho’s as they slid over the tops of Key’s thighs and then pressed against the dancer’s cock, his fingers teasing the flesh through the thin material of the panties.
Minho could only watch as Jonghyun palmed Key’s erection and reduced the boy above them to whimpers, his hips stuttering and pushing forward, fingers tangling to an almost painful degree on their scalps. The three of them soon became a blur of hands and arms moving, mouths on Key’s skin as Key slid off of the couch to kneel on the floor, both boys diving forward for a new taste.
It wasn’t Minho’s first kiss, but he would be satisfied if it was his last, even though there was more tongue touching and lip brushing than actual kissing happening. He couldn’t even bring himself to care that he was kissing Jonghyun and Key at the same time, the drug of the moment seeping through his veins and clouding his brain. Somehow in the tangle of limbs and mouths clothes were shed and Key was spread out on the couch, his legs sprawled and the stilettos still on his feet, his back arching and body still moving to the beat of the music that was a dull roar in the background.
Minho was slotted between Key’s legs, their cocks grinding together, pre-cum slicking the surfaces. With his hands on either side of Key’s head, pressing into the cushions to keep himself upright, he didn’t miss the way Key’s eyes roved over his straining shoulder muscles. He felt Jonghyun behind him and while initially the thought bothered him, he found himself unable to care and only able to focus on getting as much as he could out of these two men.
“Isn’t he pretty,” Jonghyun said, speaking into Minho’s ear as his chest pressed against the younger boy’s back, “all spread out like a slut.”
Flashes of Jonghyun and Key fucking sped through Minho’s mind and the weight of the situation settled in his gut, sparking the arousal indefinitely as he groaned and nodded, reaching between them to grip both of their cocks and stroke.
“You should fuck him,” Jonghyun said, nipping at Minho’s ear. Minho growled at the sensation, ticking his head to the side to get away from it. Jonghyun merely chuckled and gave another nip, his hands sliding down Minho’s sides. “And then I’ll fuck you.”
A million and ten protests ran through Minho’s mind but Key reached down and grabbed the base of the athlete’s cock, rubbing the head of it against the dancer’s hole teasingly. Minho could be man enough and endure whatever Jonghyun could throw at him, as long as it meant sinking into the tight warmth that was tormenting him. Key smirked knowingly and Minho watched as his body visibly relaxed, the dancer’s fingers moving to grab Minho’s hips and force him forward - Minho plunged into Key’s body in one go and Key arched his back and cried out, nails leaving deep crescents in Minho’s hip bones as his legs spread wider and his dick jumped.
“Bet that’s nice,” Jonghyun commented.
Fingers were suddenly probing at Minho’s ass and he reached a hand behind him to smack Jonghyun’s wrist, but Jonghyun smacked his hand in return and the sting was sharp, practiced; Minho retreated his hand and stayed still inside of Key’s body, ignoring the protests of the dancer as Jonghyun slowly slid a finger into Minho’s entrance up to the first knuckle.
“You’re gonna let me do this,” Jonghyun said, his voice low as he worked his finger in and out. Minho grit his teeth and leaned down a bit, spreading his legs and burying his face into Key’s neck, occupying himself by nibbling lightly on the skin. “You’ll earn your way to the top.”
Those words must have been code for something greater, but what that ‘something greater’ was, Minho didn’t know as Jonghyun’s other hand moved to his hip and started to force his body to move. Minho’s dick pulled out of Key’s body before thrusting back in, the pace slow and brutal and completely unsatisfying as Jonghyun continued to stretch Minho, now up to three fingers. Key was uncensored, curses flowing from his lips directed at both Jonghyun and Minho, demanding that one of them do something or so help him God he was just going to take care of himself; Jonghyun reached around and smacked Key’s hand in order to take its place on the dancer’s cock, jerking him roughly a few times. How Jonghyun was so good at multi-tasking, Minho didn’t even want to know as the tip of Jonghyun’s dick pressed against his ass.
“One for the money,” Jonghyun whispered, rocking his hips once, the head of his cock pushing past Minho’s tight muscles.
Minho’s teeth drew blood on Key’s collarbone.
“Two for the show,” Jonghyun rocked his hips again and pushed in just a bit further, and Key cried out when Minho’s hands gathered a bruising grip on his hips.
Obviously not bothered to finish the rest of his pep-talk, Jonghyun violently slammed in the rest of the way and Minho pushed into Key’s body with the force, the three of them a train wreck of pleasure and pain as Jonghyun set the pace. Sweat dripped between their bodies and Key’s spine just wouldn’t stay in a straight line, constantly rolling and shaping itself to the way Minho was thrusting inside of him. Minho’s skin was burning everywhere Jonghyun was touching him and he couldn’t tell if it was out of distaste or arousal, the line between the two being blurred as Jonghyun changed his angle and pistoned his hips sharply to make Minho close his eyes and let out a guttural moan.
Key was the first to come undone, his willpower to stave off dissolving as Minho’s hand joined Jonghyun’s on his cock to stroke him feverishly; the dancer’s body went taught and he came in ribbons, coating the boy’s hands and clenching his body tightly around Minho’s thrusting cock. But Minho wasn’t going to lose to his body just yet, he wasn’t going to fall over the edge just yet because the feeling was too good, Key was too tight and Jonghyun was too powerful behind him, he just wanted to drown in the sensations - he bucked back violently onto Jonghyun’s cock and the older boy made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, Minho’s cock slipping from Key’s body as he used the leverage of his hands on the couch to continue rocking him back onto Jonghyun’s dick.
The weight of Jonghyun’s chest pressed against Minho’s back was hot and heavy, sweat on their skin making the friction between them electrifying. Key sat up a bit and reached down, slender fingers wrapping around Minho’s dick and giving a few sharp tugs - Minho came undone, his orgasm blinding him almost completely as he coated Key’s hand and spilled onto the couch, his body trembling in the effort of trying to keep himself upright.
Jonghyun pulled out and sat back, gathering his breath and then giving a smirk that Minho caught out of the corner of his eye. Key moved forward obediently, helping Minho shift and move - the athlete ended up kneeling on the floor but he didn’t care, as he watched Key’s head dip down and swallow Jonghyun whole. Jonghyun’s fingers tangled in Key’s hair as his hips pumped into his mouth and Key moaned around his cock like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted; Jonghyun’s fingers tilted Minho’s chin up and the want that flashed in the older boy’s eyes made Minho stretch up a bit, their lips clumsily pressing together, both of them too dominant to give a proper kiss. Jonghyun came at the same time he gnashed his sharp teeth into Minho’s lower lip, blood dribbling down the tall boy’s chin as he pulled back, Key licking his lips and his fingers as he sat back, looking completely satisfied.
Jonghyun pet Key’s hair gently, running his fingers through the soft strands before giving a sharp tug and nearly throwing the dancer off of his lap. Key stood without looking terribly offended, wiping his lips and fixing his hair. Minho looked between the two and then chuckled, wiping the blood from his chin with the back of his hand and standing.
“You talk too much,” he said to Jonghyun, which made the older glance up at him with a raised brow. “I bet I know a good way to shut you up.”
The smirk on Jonghyun’s lips was challenging, and with the way Key draped over Minho’s shoulders the taller rapper knew that the night was still young.