Face Value
Title: Face Value
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho/Onew
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jinki discovers that his best friends are fucking. When he joins in, that’s exactly what it is. Fucking.
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They fuck.
That was the only thought that violently blinked across Jinki’s vision as he watched Jonghyun and Minho move together on the dance floor. Two guys that spent their time counting armpit hair and comparing dirty sneakers weren’t the type that danced. They weren’t the type that even came to clubs unless a hot chick forced them to go with the promise of a blow job at the end of the night. They weren’t the type to club or dance, Jinki knew that, they were all buddies and had been since high school, but right now the student teacher felt like he didn’t know either man at all.
They fuck.
Jinki was every girl’s dream boy and every guy’s handicap. He was kind, intelligent, soft spoken and every type of gentleman anyone could be. Girls flocked to him, cooing about his cute eye smile and his impressive biceps that he had accidentally gotten while exercising for a musical. Men were wary, on the fence - he was a man’s man, easily relatable and fun to talk to but it was quite clear where his preferences lie. His family didn’t expect grandkids, his girlfriend wasn’t even mad when he broke up with her, and his two best friends, the world’s straightest guys, gave him no shit and all respect.
Well, his two best friends whom he thought were the world’s straightest guys.
They fuck.
On the dance floor wearing their normal casual attire, their hair slightly sweaty from soccer practice, Jonghyun and Minho were moving to a beat that was their own, a rhythm that was a bit off from the music blaring through the speakers. Jonghyun always complained that he couldn’t move well, that he had stiff hips; Minho never complained, but it was pretty obvious he thought his long limbs were ill-suited to dancing. But there they were, Jonghyun’s ass pressing into Minho’s crotch and alright they weren’t so much dancing as having sex with their clothes on but Jinki couldn’t tear his eyes away from them.
They were the picture of masculinity, of two very manly men being in the presence of each other; it was obvious in the way that their hands grabbed at each other, the way their mouths collided without grace as they each fought for what dominance they wanted. And they both wanted all of it. Something had to give at some point, and Jinki was waiting for it to happen, from his perch on a bar stool with a very, very dry martini in his hand.
Hooded eyes turned to Jinki, though, when the student teacher was least expecting it. Nearly spilling his drink, Jinki wanted to tear his gaze from Jonghyun’s, wanted to avert his eyes and pretend like he wasn’t watching his two (straight) best friends grind on each other. But that was just it - his two (straight) best friends were grinding on each other in a decidedly non-heterosexual way.
They fuck.
Unable to stop himself, Jinki drained his martini, the bitter salt of the olive juice riding on the back of the burning alcohol as he slid off of the stool and headed onto the dance floor. He didn’t know what made him do it. Hell, if he did know, he would have probably been able to squash whatever it was so he could turn around and walk in the opposite direction. But handsome men never directed their gaze at him like Jonghyun did, handsome men never beckoned him with swollen lips like Minho did.
Within ten steps he was right in their personal space and Jonghyun grabbed Jinki’s hips, pulling him into his body and rolling their groins and chest together. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the purely intoxicating scene of watching two dominant men trying to win each other over - whatever it was, yet again Jinki was baffled as his body reacted and his lips betrayed him as they let a moan pass through them. Minho’s hands reached around Jonghyun’s body, one of them palming the front of the older man’s shirt and the other reaching to hook a finger through one of Jinki’s belt loops.
Of all nights to decide that it didn’t matter if he had lost his belt or not.
Their bodies moved and swayed and soon the positions switched; Jinki was now in the middle, staring at Minho’s adam’s apple before tilting his head back, eyes closing as Jonghyun’s hard cock pressed into the crease of his ass. These two dominating men fuck, they get lost in each other’s sensations and the steady uprising of their clashing masterdom was causing them to need an outlet, something to submit to them, something to control because clearly they couldn’t control each other.
Clearly, because over Jinki’s shoulder Minho and Jonghyun’s mouths met in a kiss that echoed in the oldest’s ears, their teeth clinking and gnashing together. Minho’s nose bumped against the shell of Jinki’s ear and the kiss broke as the tallest ran his tongue along the lobe, nibbling lightly on the flesh. Resting a hand on Minho’s hip, Jinki reached behind him to let the palm of his hand run along the top of Jonghyun’s thigh, feeling the heat through the denim on every upward swipe.
It was unbearable, the heat of the club making Jinki’s head dizzy - or maybe that was the alcohol? The two men sandwiching him? - and soon as a whole unit the three of them stumbled out of the club and onto the street, limbs still tangled up in each other.
Too disoriented to even make up from down Jinki just followed, hearing Minho tell Jonghyun something and hearing Jonghyun make a positive, agreeing sound. He wasn’t sure if he liked that he didn’t know what was going on, but two words kept running around in his head as they kept his body upright, their hands warm and heady wherever they touched.
They fuck. They fuck. They fuck.
The whole situation was just mind boggling, and that was why Jinki was so addled. Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself as they all piled into a cab and headed away from the club. Jinki was between the two men, feeling small and fragile as their big hands rested on either of his thighs, grounding him, reminding him of who they were and what they were doing. They were his best friends, and they were fucking. Ah, no. They were his best friends, and they were going to fuck. No…
They were his best friends, and they were inviting him to fuck with them.
Someone must have roofie’d his martini because Jinki was seriously flustered as he was helped up the steps into Jonghyun’s modest one-room house. However, the instant he stepped over the threshold and toed off his shoes, sobriety smacked him in the face and he found himself unable to move another inch into the house, even as Minho started peeling off his shirt and Jonghyun started to unbuckle his belt.
“You guys fuck,” Jinki said intelligently, feeling like there were rusty gears turning in his head.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, “You’re so observant. Are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there? Because I might charge a spectator fee.” He smirked as Minho wrapped a long arm around his slender waist, the younger man’s lips connecting with the column of Jonghyun’s neck.
It only took Jinki about four seconds to register that he needed to get inside of the house, with the door shut behind him and everything, still. He shut the door and took off his jacket and he couldn’t even hang it up on the hook on the back of the door before Minho grabbed his wrist and started to lead him to the bedroom. Jinki’s feet felt heavy and his heart felt light as they moved into the bedroom, Jonghyun already crawling onto the bed wearing only his boxers, his ass sticking up in the air.
“He doesn’t act like it,” Minho murmured so only Jinki could hear, as Jonghyun moved to the night stand to rummage through a drawer, “but he loves to have his ass plowed.”
Jinki’s words got caught on his trachea and his tongue was thick, his eyes glued to Jonghyun’s ass. “Oh.”
“Stop whispering,” Jonghyun griped as he pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer, tossing it onto a pillow.
Minho pushed the oldest man forward, Jinki stumbling a bit and just letting himself fall onto the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress. He had never been on Jonghyun’s bed before but he figured that the vocalist would like cushy, sink-in-and-never-get-up mattresses. He wasn’t disappointed. Jonghyun smirked and grabbed Jinki’s tie - really, clubbing and dancing wasn’t Jinki’s forte either but fashion especially wasn’t his cup of tea - pulling him forward and onto the bed. With his hands on either side of Jonghyun’s torso the younger used the leverage to catch Jinki’s lips in a kiss, this lip lock much different than the ones Minho and Jonghyun shared.
Each press of their mouths was explorative and curious, Jonghyun’s tongue diving inside to lick along the roof of Jinki’s mouth. Jinki almost giggled, the sensation making his stomach flutter and eyes closed, but he caught himself as Jonghyun scooted up onto the bed, Jinki settling between his spread legs.
Minho finally appeared, the last to get on the bed as he sat on the edge and watched the exchange of saliva between Jonghyun and Jinki. Distracted, Jinki broke the kiss and glanced over at Minho, seeing that the younger man was clad only in his boxers, the palm of his left hand pressed against his hard dick and the cotton.
“What kind of guys do you like, hyung?” It was strange for Minho to talk so much, to initiate conversation so much, but in this moment Jinki really couldn’t linger too much on the weirdness. Instead, Jinki let his ears focus on Minho’s words while Jonghyun slowly undressed him, blunt fingernails dragging against his heated skin as he was slowly bared to the two. “Do you like strong, manly guys?” Jinki let out a soft huff as Jonghyun popped the button of his fly. “Do you like feminine, soft guys?” Jinki shook his head in response, his hips bucking a bit as Jonghyun started to push down his pants and boxers. “What do you like?”
Jinki didn’t know what he liked. He’d had sex with one guy, he had been on bottom, it had been enjoyable. He looked at lots of guys - he had lots of guy friends. As for what he ‘looked for’ in a man… he couldn’t pinpoint anything in particular. Personality was number one. Attraction came shortly after. Was he shallow?
Apparently so, since he had willingly hopped into bed with his two eager best friends.
“Do you like them submissive?” Minho’s hand ran over the small of Jinki’s back, fingertips pressing into the wine glass dimples and making the oldest arch and hiss a bit. “I bet you like cocksluts.”
Jonghyun smirked at that, and finally Jinki was fully disrobed, a soft shiver passing through his frame as Jonghyun laid back and grabbed Jinki’s hips, guiding him up. The movement ended with Jinki’s knees on either side of Jonghyun’s chest, the hairs of the younger man’s underarms tickling his kneecaps lightly. Jonghyun’s big eyes were hazy with lust and his lips were swollen from the abuse Minho had given them quite some time ago, evidence of who usually won out in their fight for dominance.
“Jonghyun is a cockslut,” Minho sounded like he was talking about the weather as he threaded his fingers through said man’s hair. “Show him.”
The command was directed to Jonghyun and Jonghyun gave Minho a glare before giving a fat, wet lick to the underside of Jinki’s hard cock, not in a display of submission but in the issue of a challenge. A challenge that Jinki and Jonghyun both knew would not go unheeded by Minho.
It was a skirmish, a scuffle between the two, silent as Minho’s tongue plundered Jinki’s mouth and Jonghyun’s throat swallowed Jinki’s cock. It was a wordless battle, and Jinki knew that he was the prize. His head dropped back and he jerked his cock a few times, the tip of it being sucked on greedily by Jonghyun, Minho’s lips around one of his nipples, teeth scraping along the soft flesh. He could already feel his balls tensing, it had been too long, he was too inexperienced - all sensation left and Jinki was dizzy, panting as their positions shifted once more.
Settled between Jonghyun’s legs, Jinki watched in mild astonishment as the head of his fat cock prodded against Jonghyun’s unprepared entrance. The pink ring of muscle quivered in anticipation, opening up a fraction before clamping shut. It looked tight, it looked hot, it looked so inviting and it looked… like it would be really painful if Jinki just shoved himself in. But Jonghyun hooked a leg around Jinki’s waist and scooted down on the bed a bit, bracing his body with his other foot in the mattress as his hands on Jinki’s ass pulled the older man forward.
It was like this that Jinki’s cock was swallowed tortuously slow, Jonghyun hissing and grunting and tossing his head back.
“He likes the pain.”
Jinki’s heart stuttered and he nearly jumped out of his skin with Minho’s voice so close to his ear out of nowhere. He registered the head of Minho’s body on his back and Jinki’s eyes fluttered before lowering to watch Jonghyun’s small body take more and more of his huge cock into it. Not a tear was shed from the singer’s eyes, they were only damp with excitement, pupils blown and bottom lip trembling as he licked it occasionally and propped himself up a bit to watch Jinki sink into him.
Seated fully, Jinki tried his best to catch his breath but his vision was blurry around the edges and black was closing in when he kept his eyes open for too long. Jonghyun was so impossibly tight, and Jinki was so big, the pressure of the whole situation making Jinki’s toes curl into the sheets and his fingers bend to close his fists atop the mattress. He slumped a bit, trying to get himself to calm down but he felt Minho’s fingers in the wine glass dimples of his back once more, closely followed by the younger man’s tongue.
“Ah…” Jinki let out a soft sound, his eyes closing for a brief moment before he snapped them open, the chill of lubricant dripping down his ass crack bringing him back to reality.
Minho didn’t offer anymore words. Neither did Jonghyun. Quiet once again, Jinki could feel Jonghyun’s heartbeat in the vice-like walls that were surrounding his dick, and he felt his own heartbeat sync up with the throbs. He was losing the blood in his brain and by the time Minho unkindly shoved two fingers into his ass, Jinki felt like he was going to cum from the smallest sensations.
Jonghyun’s pretty pianist fingers pinched the base of the oldest man’s dick, preventing any such thing from happening. He was huffing and puffing, the breaths through his nose measured and even as he too tried to keep himself calm, but the whole situation was just hard to deal with when Jinki had this amazing tightness around his cock and couldn’t do anything with it. Minho must have felt pity for the two, though, because he removed his fingers and pressed on the middle of Jinki’s back, forcing the older man to bend a little bit, the angle changing inside of Jonghyun and making the smaller man moan, low and guttural.
It was the final straw to be pulled and Minho shoved his cock into Jinki’s body, the older man letting out a small cry of mixed pleasure and pain as hot flames exploded up his spine and through his dick. Two very different sensations, and the movement didn’t stop as Minho started up a relentless pace, the chain reaction of them moving together scooting Jonghyun up the bed about a half an inch with every thrust.
Sweat collected and dripped, smeared and slid all over their bodies, where they touched and where they didn’t touch. Jinki felt his mouth go slack and he might have been drooling but Minho’s thrusts shifted and he hit that perfect spot inside of Jinki that made his fingers curl tightly into Jonghyun’s hips, a soundless cry tensing his throat up as Jonghyun just let out an unabashed scream. These two domineering men, so different in their ways, had Jinki caught, hook line and sinker. It was the perfect balance of dominance and submission - Jinki submitted to the pleasure that was wracking his nervous system on either end while Jonghyun and Minho took advantage of their situations, using Jinki as some sort of human sex toy.
Jinki’s hands moved over Jonghyun’s body, his fingers mapping the contrasting dips and curves; Jonghyun’s shoulders were broad and his waist was small, and Jinki watched as a bead of sweat dripped from his fringe down onto Jonghyun’s chest, splattering into a dozen tinier drops, a few of them sliding down Jonghyun’s cleavage and being destroyed by his upper abdomen as it clenched and flexed.
From behind, Jinki could feel Minho’s sharp hips slamming into his ass. He could feel Minho’s burning grip, one hand on his hip and the other on the back of Jinki’s neck, keeping him slightly hunched over in a clear display of power. Jinki couldn’t bring himself to care what Minho’s kinks were, as long as whatever they were made him feel this sort of explosive pleasure for as long as he wanted.
The bed was creaking with their movements and Jinki’s eyes lifted a bit to the wall; the paint was chipped and the walls were slightly bowed, most likely from the previous abuse Minho and Jonghyun had put it through before, the bed as their weapon, their sex as the ammo. The thought of these two, alone, fucking each other senseless filtered through Jinki’s brain and that was it, his body caught fire and his brain melted and his balls tightened and retracted up to his body as his orgasm rocked through him, so powerful that Jonghyun and Minho let out choked noises of surprise as Jinki tensed around Minho’s cock and slammed hard into Jonghyun’s body, coating the walls with his hot seed.
He was thrown to the side like a rag doll, and he let it happen as his unfocused eyes watched Minho grab Jonghyun’s hips and flip the older boy onto his stomach. Not even waiting for Jonghyun to gather up on his knees Minho forced himself into his body, Jonghyun crying out and clawing at the sheets, the pillows, his fingernails occasionally scraping against the abused headboard. Had he not been so drained from his exceptionally powerful orgasm, Jinki would have felt another stir of arousal from the sight, because it was exactly what he thought it would be. Jonghyun’s façade was dropped as he was reduced to pathetic whimpers and loud whines, his body rocking back onto Minho’s cock to try and get more of it inside of him.
When they came it wasn’t beautiful, it wasn’t poetic, but the sated smile that was on Jonghyun’s lips as his head turned to face Jinki was probably the prettiest thing Jinki had laid eyes on tonight. Minho didn’t bother to clean anyone up, not even Jonghyun, whose ass was leaking a mixture of Minho and Jinki’s cum. Instead, Minho left the room and Jinki stared at the empty door way, idly listening as Minho got dressed, the scuff of his boots against the wood floor of the entry way the last thing the teacher heard before the front door opened and shut.
Minho was gone.
They fucked.
Jinki’s brows tried to furrow in confusion, but even his facial features were lax from the intensity of his orgasm. Jonghyun chuckled and sat up a bit, uncaring of the semen dripping onto the bed and smearing onto the sheets, reaching over to throw some of the blanket atop Jinki’s legs.
“Don’t look so concerned,” the younger man said as he reached over to his bedside table and fumbled around a bit. As he lit a cigarette, pulling the sheets up to his hips and resting an ashtray on his thigh, he glanced over at Jinki. “Did you expect pillow talk?”
Jinki didn’t know why Jonghyun was such a sarcastic bastard, but he never lingered on it because Jonghyun was a good friend. Shaking his head, Jinki finally moved his lethargic body and laid his head back on the pillows, a soft exhalation finally making his brain realize how tired his body was.
“I thought…” Jinki licked his lips, unsure if he should say anything. “I thought you two might be…” he shrugged, trailing off, hoping Jonghyun would catch his drift.
“Boyfriends?” Jonghyun snorted, the smoke leaving his nostrils harshly and dissipating into the air. “Nah. He’s not the type.”
Jinki didn’t know what to say, then, so he settled on lying on his side and watching the mechanical motions of Jonghyun smoking.
“So long as you enjoyed yourself,” Jonghyun said, his words sounding like he had had a conversation with Jinki that the older man didn’t know about. His words were decisive and slightly dismissive as he stubbed out his cigarette and put the ashtray on the table, laying down to face Jinki and pull the covers up, his eyes closed.
“I did,” Jinki said, pulling the covers to his chin as he ran his eyes over Jonghyun’s face.
They fucked.
And that’s all it was.
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho/Onew
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jinki discovers that his best friends are fucking. When he joins in, that’s exactly what it is. Fucking.
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They fuck.
That was the only thought that violently blinked across Jinki’s vision as he watched Jonghyun and Minho move together on the dance floor. Two guys that spent their time counting armpit hair and comparing dirty sneakers weren’t the type that danced. They weren’t the type that even came to clubs unless a hot chick forced them to go with the promise of a blow job at the end of the night. They weren’t the type to club or dance, Jinki knew that, they were all buddies and had been since high school, but right now the student teacher felt like he didn’t know either man at all.
They fuck.
Jinki was every girl’s dream boy and every guy’s handicap. He was kind, intelligent, soft spoken and every type of gentleman anyone could be. Girls flocked to him, cooing about his cute eye smile and his impressive biceps that he had accidentally gotten while exercising for a musical. Men were wary, on the fence - he was a man’s man, easily relatable and fun to talk to but it was quite clear where his preferences lie. His family didn’t expect grandkids, his girlfriend wasn’t even mad when he broke up with her, and his two best friends, the world’s straightest guys, gave him no shit and all respect.
Well, his two best friends whom he thought were the world’s straightest guys.
They fuck.
On the dance floor wearing their normal casual attire, their hair slightly sweaty from soccer practice, Jonghyun and Minho were moving to a beat that was their own, a rhythm that was a bit off from the music blaring through the speakers. Jonghyun always complained that he couldn’t move well, that he had stiff hips; Minho never complained, but it was pretty obvious he thought his long limbs were ill-suited to dancing. But there they were, Jonghyun’s ass pressing into Minho’s crotch and alright they weren’t so much dancing as having sex with their clothes on but Jinki couldn’t tear his eyes away from them.
They were the picture of masculinity, of two very manly men being in the presence of each other; it was obvious in the way that their hands grabbed at each other, the way their mouths collided without grace as they each fought for what dominance they wanted. And they both wanted all of it. Something had to give at some point, and Jinki was waiting for it to happen, from his perch on a bar stool with a very, very dry martini in his hand.
Hooded eyes turned to Jinki, though, when the student teacher was least expecting it. Nearly spilling his drink, Jinki wanted to tear his gaze from Jonghyun’s, wanted to avert his eyes and pretend like he wasn’t watching his two (straight) best friends grind on each other. But that was just it - his two (straight) best friends were grinding on each other in a decidedly non-heterosexual way.
They fuck.
Unable to stop himself, Jinki drained his martini, the bitter salt of the olive juice riding on the back of the burning alcohol as he slid off of the stool and headed onto the dance floor. He didn’t know what made him do it. Hell, if he did know, he would have probably been able to squash whatever it was so he could turn around and walk in the opposite direction. But handsome men never directed their gaze at him like Jonghyun did, handsome men never beckoned him with swollen lips like Minho did.
Within ten steps he was right in their personal space and Jonghyun grabbed Jinki’s hips, pulling him into his body and rolling their groins and chest together. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the purely intoxicating scene of watching two dominant men trying to win each other over - whatever it was, yet again Jinki was baffled as his body reacted and his lips betrayed him as they let a moan pass through them. Minho’s hands reached around Jonghyun’s body, one of them palming the front of the older man’s shirt and the other reaching to hook a finger through one of Jinki’s belt loops.
Of all nights to decide that it didn’t matter if he had lost his belt or not.
Their bodies moved and swayed and soon the positions switched; Jinki was now in the middle, staring at Minho’s adam’s apple before tilting his head back, eyes closing as Jonghyun’s hard cock pressed into the crease of his ass. These two dominating men fuck, they get lost in each other’s sensations and the steady uprising of their clashing masterdom was causing them to need an outlet, something to submit to them, something to control because clearly they couldn’t control each other.
Clearly, because over Jinki’s shoulder Minho and Jonghyun’s mouths met in a kiss that echoed in the oldest’s ears, their teeth clinking and gnashing together. Minho’s nose bumped against the shell of Jinki’s ear and the kiss broke as the tallest ran his tongue along the lobe, nibbling lightly on the flesh. Resting a hand on Minho’s hip, Jinki reached behind him to let the palm of his hand run along the top of Jonghyun’s thigh, feeling the heat through the denim on every upward swipe.
It was unbearable, the heat of the club making Jinki’s head dizzy - or maybe that was the alcohol? The two men sandwiching him? - and soon as a whole unit the three of them stumbled out of the club and onto the street, limbs still tangled up in each other.
Too disoriented to even make up from down Jinki just followed, hearing Minho tell Jonghyun something and hearing Jonghyun make a positive, agreeing sound. He wasn’t sure if he liked that he didn’t know what was going on, but two words kept running around in his head as they kept his body upright, their hands warm and heady wherever they touched.
They fuck. They fuck. They fuck.
The whole situation was just mind boggling, and that was why Jinki was so addled. Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself as they all piled into a cab and headed away from the club. Jinki was between the two men, feeling small and fragile as their big hands rested on either of his thighs, grounding him, reminding him of who they were and what they were doing. They were his best friends, and they were fucking. Ah, no. They were his best friends, and they were going to fuck. No…
They were his best friends, and they were inviting him to fuck with them.
Someone must have roofie’d his martini because Jinki was seriously flustered as he was helped up the steps into Jonghyun’s modest one-room house. However, the instant he stepped over the threshold and toed off his shoes, sobriety smacked him in the face and he found himself unable to move another inch into the house, even as Minho started peeling off his shirt and Jonghyun started to unbuckle his belt.
“You guys fuck,” Jinki said intelligently, feeling like there were rusty gears turning in his head.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, “You’re so observant. Are you going to come in or are you just going to stand there? Because I might charge a spectator fee.” He smirked as Minho wrapped a long arm around his slender waist, the younger man’s lips connecting with the column of Jonghyun’s neck.
It only took Jinki about four seconds to register that he needed to get inside of the house, with the door shut behind him and everything, still. He shut the door and took off his jacket and he couldn’t even hang it up on the hook on the back of the door before Minho grabbed his wrist and started to lead him to the bedroom. Jinki’s feet felt heavy and his heart felt light as they moved into the bedroom, Jonghyun already crawling onto the bed wearing only his boxers, his ass sticking up in the air.
“He doesn’t act like it,” Minho murmured so only Jinki could hear, as Jonghyun moved to the night stand to rummage through a drawer, “but he loves to have his ass plowed.”
Jinki’s words got caught on his trachea and his tongue was thick, his eyes glued to Jonghyun’s ass. “Oh.”
“Stop whispering,” Jonghyun griped as he pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer, tossing it onto a pillow.
Minho pushed the oldest man forward, Jinki stumbling a bit and just letting himself fall onto the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress. He had never been on Jonghyun’s bed before but he figured that the vocalist would like cushy, sink-in-and-never-get-up mattresses. He wasn’t disappointed. Jonghyun smirked and grabbed Jinki’s tie - really, clubbing and dancing wasn’t Jinki’s forte either but fashion especially wasn’t his cup of tea - pulling him forward and onto the bed. With his hands on either side of Jonghyun’s torso the younger used the leverage to catch Jinki’s lips in a kiss, this lip lock much different than the ones Minho and Jonghyun shared.
Each press of their mouths was explorative and curious, Jonghyun’s tongue diving inside to lick along the roof of Jinki’s mouth. Jinki almost giggled, the sensation making his stomach flutter and eyes closed, but he caught himself as Jonghyun scooted up onto the bed, Jinki settling between his spread legs.
Minho finally appeared, the last to get on the bed as he sat on the edge and watched the exchange of saliva between Jonghyun and Jinki. Distracted, Jinki broke the kiss and glanced over at Minho, seeing that the younger man was clad only in his boxers, the palm of his left hand pressed against his hard dick and the cotton.
“What kind of guys do you like, hyung?” It was strange for Minho to talk so much, to initiate conversation so much, but in this moment Jinki really couldn’t linger too much on the weirdness. Instead, Jinki let his ears focus on Minho’s words while Jonghyun slowly undressed him, blunt fingernails dragging against his heated skin as he was slowly bared to the two. “Do you like strong, manly guys?” Jinki let out a soft huff as Jonghyun popped the button of his fly. “Do you like feminine, soft guys?” Jinki shook his head in response, his hips bucking a bit as Jonghyun started to push down his pants and boxers. “What do you like?”
Jinki didn’t know what he liked. He’d had sex with one guy, he had been on bottom, it had been enjoyable. He looked at lots of guys - he had lots of guy friends. As for what he ‘looked for’ in a man… he couldn’t pinpoint anything in particular. Personality was number one. Attraction came shortly after. Was he shallow?
Apparently so, since he had willingly hopped into bed with his two eager best friends.
“Do you like them submissive?” Minho’s hand ran over the small of Jinki’s back, fingertips pressing into the wine glass dimples and making the oldest arch and hiss a bit. “I bet you like cocksluts.”
Jonghyun smirked at that, and finally Jinki was fully disrobed, a soft shiver passing through his frame as Jonghyun laid back and grabbed Jinki’s hips, guiding him up. The movement ended with Jinki’s knees on either side of Jonghyun’s chest, the hairs of the younger man’s underarms tickling his kneecaps lightly. Jonghyun’s big eyes were hazy with lust and his lips were swollen from the abuse Minho had given them quite some time ago, evidence of who usually won out in their fight for dominance.
“Jonghyun is a cockslut,” Minho sounded like he was talking about the weather as he threaded his fingers through said man’s hair. “Show him.”
The command was directed to Jonghyun and Jonghyun gave Minho a glare before giving a fat, wet lick to the underside of Jinki’s hard cock, not in a display of submission but in the issue of a challenge. A challenge that Jinki and Jonghyun both knew would not go unheeded by Minho.
It was a skirmish, a scuffle between the two, silent as Minho’s tongue plundered Jinki’s mouth and Jonghyun’s throat swallowed Jinki’s cock. It was a wordless battle, and Jinki knew that he was the prize. His head dropped back and he jerked his cock a few times, the tip of it being sucked on greedily by Jonghyun, Minho’s lips around one of his nipples, teeth scraping along the soft flesh. He could already feel his balls tensing, it had been too long, he was too inexperienced - all sensation left and Jinki was dizzy, panting as their positions shifted once more.
Settled between Jonghyun’s legs, Jinki watched in mild astonishment as the head of his fat cock prodded against Jonghyun’s unprepared entrance. The pink ring of muscle quivered in anticipation, opening up a fraction before clamping shut. It looked tight, it looked hot, it looked so inviting and it looked… like it would be really painful if Jinki just shoved himself in. But Jonghyun hooked a leg around Jinki’s waist and scooted down on the bed a bit, bracing his body with his other foot in the mattress as his hands on Jinki’s ass pulled the older man forward.
It was like this that Jinki’s cock was swallowed tortuously slow, Jonghyun hissing and grunting and tossing his head back.
“He likes the pain.”
Jinki’s heart stuttered and he nearly jumped out of his skin with Minho’s voice so close to his ear out of nowhere. He registered the head of Minho’s body on his back and Jinki’s eyes fluttered before lowering to watch Jonghyun’s small body take more and more of his huge cock into it. Not a tear was shed from the singer’s eyes, they were only damp with excitement, pupils blown and bottom lip trembling as he licked it occasionally and propped himself up a bit to watch Jinki sink into him.
Seated fully, Jinki tried his best to catch his breath but his vision was blurry around the edges and black was closing in when he kept his eyes open for too long. Jonghyun was so impossibly tight, and Jinki was so big, the pressure of the whole situation making Jinki’s toes curl into the sheets and his fingers bend to close his fists atop the mattress. He slumped a bit, trying to get himself to calm down but he felt Minho’s fingers in the wine glass dimples of his back once more, closely followed by the younger man’s tongue.
“Ah…” Jinki let out a soft sound, his eyes closing for a brief moment before he snapped them open, the chill of lubricant dripping down his ass crack bringing him back to reality.
Minho didn’t offer anymore words. Neither did Jonghyun. Quiet once again, Jinki could feel Jonghyun’s heartbeat in the vice-like walls that were surrounding his dick, and he felt his own heartbeat sync up with the throbs. He was losing the blood in his brain and by the time Minho unkindly shoved two fingers into his ass, Jinki felt like he was going to cum from the smallest sensations.
Jonghyun’s pretty pianist fingers pinched the base of the oldest man’s dick, preventing any such thing from happening. He was huffing and puffing, the breaths through his nose measured and even as he too tried to keep himself calm, but the whole situation was just hard to deal with when Jinki had this amazing tightness around his cock and couldn’t do anything with it. Minho must have felt pity for the two, though, because he removed his fingers and pressed on the middle of Jinki’s back, forcing the older man to bend a little bit, the angle changing inside of Jonghyun and making the smaller man moan, low and guttural.
It was the final straw to be pulled and Minho shoved his cock into Jinki’s body, the older man letting out a small cry of mixed pleasure and pain as hot flames exploded up his spine and through his dick. Two very different sensations, and the movement didn’t stop as Minho started up a relentless pace, the chain reaction of them moving together scooting Jonghyun up the bed about a half an inch with every thrust.
Sweat collected and dripped, smeared and slid all over their bodies, where they touched and where they didn’t touch. Jinki felt his mouth go slack and he might have been drooling but Minho’s thrusts shifted and he hit that perfect spot inside of Jinki that made his fingers curl tightly into Jonghyun’s hips, a soundless cry tensing his throat up as Jonghyun just let out an unabashed scream. These two domineering men, so different in their ways, had Jinki caught, hook line and sinker. It was the perfect balance of dominance and submission - Jinki submitted to the pleasure that was wracking his nervous system on either end while Jonghyun and Minho took advantage of their situations, using Jinki as some sort of human sex toy.
Jinki’s hands moved over Jonghyun’s body, his fingers mapping the contrasting dips and curves; Jonghyun’s shoulders were broad and his waist was small, and Jinki watched as a bead of sweat dripped from his fringe down onto Jonghyun’s chest, splattering into a dozen tinier drops, a few of them sliding down Jonghyun’s cleavage and being destroyed by his upper abdomen as it clenched and flexed.
From behind, Jinki could feel Minho’s sharp hips slamming into his ass. He could feel Minho’s burning grip, one hand on his hip and the other on the back of Jinki’s neck, keeping him slightly hunched over in a clear display of power. Jinki couldn’t bring himself to care what Minho’s kinks were, as long as whatever they were made him feel this sort of explosive pleasure for as long as he wanted.
The bed was creaking with their movements and Jinki’s eyes lifted a bit to the wall; the paint was chipped and the walls were slightly bowed, most likely from the previous abuse Minho and Jonghyun had put it through before, the bed as their weapon, their sex as the ammo. The thought of these two, alone, fucking each other senseless filtered through Jinki’s brain and that was it, his body caught fire and his brain melted and his balls tightened and retracted up to his body as his orgasm rocked through him, so powerful that Jonghyun and Minho let out choked noises of surprise as Jinki tensed around Minho’s cock and slammed hard into Jonghyun’s body, coating the walls with his hot seed.
He was thrown to the side like a rag doll, and he let it happen as his unfocused eyes watched Minho grab Jonghyun’s hips and flip the older boy onto his stomach. Not even waiting for Jonghyun to gather up on his knees Minho forced himself into his body, Jonghyun crying out and clawing at the sheets, the pillows, his fingernails occasionally scraping against the abused headboard. Had he not been so drained from his exceptionally powerful orgasm, Jinki would have felt another stir of arousal from the sight, because it was exactly what he thought it would be. Jonghyun’s façade was dropped as he was reduced to pathetic whimpers and loud whines, his body rocking back onto Minho’s cock to try and get more of it inside of him.
When they came it wasn’t beautiful, it wasn’t poetic, but the sated smile that was on Jonghyun’s lips as his head turned to face Jinki was probably the prettiest thing Jinki had laid eyes on tonight. Minho didn’t bother to clean anyone up, not even Jonghyun, whose ass was leaking a mixture of Minho and Jinki’s cum. Instead, Minho left the room and Jinki stared at the empty door way, idly listening as Minho got dressed, the scuff of his boots against the wood floor of the entry way the last thing the teacher heard before the front door opened and shut.
Minho was gone.
They fucked.
Jinki’s brows tried to furrow in confusion, but even his facial features were lax from the intensity of his orgasm. Jonghyun chuckled and sat up a bit, uncaring of the semen dripping onto the bed and smearing onto the sheets, reaching over to throw some of the blanket atop Jinki’s legs.
“Don’t look so concerned,” the younger man said as he reached over to his bedside table and fumbled around a bit. As he lit a cigarette, pulling the sheets up to his hips and resting an ashtray on his thigh, he glanced over at Jinki. “Did you expect pillow talk?”
Jinki didn’t know why Jonghyun was such a sarcastic bastard, but he never lingered on it because Jonghyun was a good friend. Shaking his head, Jinki finally moved his lethargic body and laid his head back on the pillows, a soft exhalation finally making his brain realize how tired his body was.
“I thought…” Jinki licked his lips, unsure if he should say anything. “I thought you two might be…” he shrugged, trailing off, hoping Jonghyun would catch his drift.
“Boyfriends?” Jonghyun snorted, the smoke leaving his nostrils harshly and dissipating into the air. “Nah. He’s not the type.”
Jinki didn’t know what to say, then, so he settled on lying on his side and watching the mechanical motions of Jonghyun smoking.
“So long as you enjoyed yourself,” Jonghyun said, his words sounding like he had had a conversation with Jinki that the older man didn’t know about. His words were decisive and slightly dismissive as he stubbed out his cigarette and put the ashtray on the table, laying down to face Jinki and pull the covers up, his eyes closed.
“I did,” Jinki said, pulling the covers to his chin as he ran his eyes over Jonghyun’s face.
They fucked.
And that’s all it was.