Yard Work
Title: Yard Work
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jinki’s trying to get yard work done his way, while Taemin is gone. Kibum needs a work out buddy or else he has no motivation. You do the math.
Notes: this is for mon :’) she’s super sweet and we’ve only really started talking recently…but i really enjoy her a lot lmao ;_; she’s super cute and loves onkey and lakwerjsfdf i specifically requested her to make an edit because when i finished writing this… idk lmao it just felt ~right~ that it went to her. this is for you, mon! (a treat is at the end of this one-shot huhuhu)
Notes version 2.0: this is lucifer!era onew and key ^^
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A stifling hot day was always perfect to mow the lawn, especially when one woke up early enough to beat the heat but still enjoy the sunshine. Somehow the duty had fallen onto Jinki, for reasons unknown to him (his little brother was nowhere in sight), and so there he was out in the sunshine, tank top clinging to his sweaty body as he pushed the heavy mower around in the back yard, occasionally emptying the bag of grass clippings, the tips of his toes dying green due to his love of not wearing shoes while doing yard work.
It wasn’t so bad; with his sunglasses and his hair clipped back the mid-morning sun was just a warm, friendly companion, shining down on him and keeping him motivated. He had his iPod plugged in and in the pocket of his pants, the wire underneath his tank top to prevent tangling as he listened to the music on his ‘yardwork’ playlist. The backyard of his house was separated by a cement patio and a deck, and the front yard was one single unit on the south side of the driveway. Three yards took only about an hour and a half to mow, but Jinki was particular about it - he cut every corner precisely, he used the weedwacker, he left no blade of grass uneven and was damn proud of the way his lawn looked compared to his neighbors’.
So maybe it was a good thing that Taemin wasn’t around to mow the lawn.
It was during the second half of mowing the back yard that Jinki noticed movement in his house; strange, he was supposed to be alone on Sundays. The silhouette of a boy appeared in the slider door, and when it opened, Taemin’s friend Kibum stepped onto the deck, dressed for the pool and looking confused.
Turning off the lawn mower, Jinki rested his forearms on the bar, smiling warmly, “Hi, Kibum ah.”
“Hey,” Kibum replied, looking around. He was a few years younger than Jinki but he and Taemin went to the same high school and were really close; he was an attractive teen and really quite wily, and being alone with him sometimes freaked Jinki out. “Where’s Taemin? We were supposed to do laps today.”
“I think he stayed over at Minho’s last night,” Jinki shrugged, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He glanced down at his feet and wiggled his green toes, before deciding now would be a good time for a water break.
“Ugh he always ditches me whenever he goes to Minho’s,” Kibum griped, sitting down on one of the lounge chairs and setting his satchel down by his feet. As Jinki hopped up the deck steps, Kibum raised a brow, “Where are your shoes?”
“Oh,” Jinki glanced down at his toes and then shrugged, grinning. “I like to be barefoot when I do yard work.”
Kibum blinked a few times, stayed quiet, and then rolled his eyes before standing up and stretching. “Well fuck, I need some sort of work out today and I’m completely un-motivated without a partner…”
“I could go do laps with you,” Jinki suggested, as a friendly gesture while he moved inside the house to get a glass from the cupboard. “I’m not as good as Taemin but you wouldn’t be alone.” He filled up his cup with ice and water from the refrigerator unit and turned around, nearly choking on an ice cube when he found Kibum right up in his personal space. He smelled like sunscreen and mint, probably from the gum he was chewing, and Jinki blushed lightly. “Or not?”
“No, that’s a great idea. You’ll be my new work out partner,” Kibum nodded, but didn’t move from his close proximity to Jinki.
“Ok! Well. Er, I’ll… go get my shorts on.” Setting his glass down on the counter, Jinki slinked out of Kibum’s gravitational pull and ran up the stairs, managing to only trip on three of them as he went into his room and put on his swim trunks. He switched out of his tank top, making sure to put his iPod back on its dock on his laptop, grabbing a shirt and forgoing putting it on for now, jogging down the stairs and trying to cool down his body. He didn’t know if it was because the sun was getting hotter outside or if it was the way Kibum just sort of wedged himself into his personal space but Jinki felt like he was about to get heat stroke.
“I just need to finish mowing the lawn, can you wait about thirty minutes?” Jinki asked. That was a rough estimate - normally, if he had nothing to do, it would take him another hour to finish the lawn. But since Kibum needed someone to go out with him, he could just do a quick job and then come back later and trim it up to make it look nice right? Right.
He entered the kitchen and expected Kibum to be somewhere in the same vicinity as where he left him (by the fridge), but Kibum was up in Jinki’s space immediately again, pushing him against the wall, the displayed china dishes rattling on their hooks with the force.
“Actually no, I can’t wait,” Kibum breathed.
That’s probably the last coherent thing Jinki remembered happening between the two of them.
Sweat slipped down the side of the older man’s neck as Kibum pressed their mouths together, hungrily sucking on Jinki’s bottom lip and taking it into his mouth, teeth scraping over the skin and breaking it open. Sweat, saliva and blood mixed between them and Kibum’s chest slid over Jinki’s bare one, the scratchy material of his tank top making Jinki’s nipples harden as his fingers moved to the younger man’s exposed arms, fascinated by their sinewy yet powerful force. Kibum’s knee went between Jinki’s legs and raised a little - Jinki ground down onto the younger man’s knee, feeling the heat shoot and spread down low into his belly, his cock hardening in his trunks, hardly concealed at all with the material as a breeze blew through the kitchen from the open spring door, carrying the scent of grass clippings on its warm back.
Jinki had never really thought about Kibum like that but since they were kissing and since Kibum’s hands were currently pulling his ass away from the wall so they could walk backwards, now was a good time to start. Jinki let out a soft pant as Kibum’s lower back hit the counter, his slender body arching back a bit to expose more of himself as Jinki dragged his lips over his skin; down his jaw, up to his earlobe, scraping everything with his teeth before trailing lower and suckling on a collarbone. Kibum was mewling, whining, gripping at Jinki’s bare biceps, fingers dancing around, trying to find purchase on something, anything, feeling Jinki up and Jinki felt so empowered, so sexy in that moment, like there was no one else that Kibum was so attracted to.
The neediness in Kibum’s voice as he panted out Jinki’s name was addicting, and Jinki hefted the younger man up onto the counter easily, his fingers fumbling with the draw strings of his loudly printed swim trunks. The sound of the velcro was deafening and time came to an abrupt halt when Jinki’s fingers found purchase on Kibum’s erection, no barrier of any sort between his cock and the trunks.
“Oh God…” Jinki choked out.
Kibum smirked against his earlobe, “I always come prepared.”
As slutty as a statement that was, Jinki ate it up as he gripped Kibum’s narrow hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the counter, pulling his trunks down a bit to expose his own cock, pushing his briefs down some, his fingers trembling in arousal and anticipation. Kibum’s legs spread a bit, one of them hooking on Jinki’s hip and encouraging him to come closer, just a little bit closer; the younger man’s mouth was by Jinki’s ear again, his fingers in Jinki’s long hair, taking out the bobby pins and tossing them aside, tangling his digits in the tresses and getting a good grip on Jinki’s scalp.
“Ooooh yeah,” Kibum moaned out softly, rolling his body closer to Jinki’s.
Wrapping his fingers around both of their dicks, Jinki gave a firm squeeze, Kibum’s toes curling and catching the flesh of Jinki’s hip, holding on tight, a choked gasp leaving his lips. His body jerked and trembled and he fumbled a little bit more - he hopped off of the counter and pushed his shorts down, stepping out of them and turning around, bending over against the counter, forearms resting on the surface and hanging his head low as he spread his legs and pressed his ass into Jinki’s groin.
“Fuuuck,” the younger hissed, and Jinki could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the opposite edge of the floating counter.
Jinki’s mouth went dry just looking at the swell of Kibum’s ass. So creamy and smooth, he looked unreal as Jinki ran one of his tan hands over the pale skin. Blunt nails left angry red marks in their wake as he started to initial each cheek with his name, and then finally he used his palms to spread Kibum’s ass cheeks wide, the puckered hole winking in invitation. Jinki dropped his head back and sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself down, his cock throbbing and sliding along the inside of Kibum’s thigh in anticipation. Licking his lips, Jinki collected the saliva in his mouth and dripped it from his bottom tier, watching it pool in the crevice of Kibum’s ass and drip down towards the hole. He watched Kibum’s body practically suck the substance in and expel it back out, he watched the spine under Kibum’s skin writhe and contort with the absolute need that was pulsating through his body… Jinki moved his index finger to Kibum’s asshole, pressing gently against it, his eyes moving up to watch Kibum press his flushed cheek against the cool surface of the counter, his eyes closing.
Finger fucking Kibum was unlike anything Jinki had ever done before. He’d had his share of girls but none of them had been this responsive, this needy - or this bossy. Kibum was rocking back on one finger, then he was demanding two, and soon three; Kibum was fucking himself on three fingers and tugging on his own dick, his head tossed back and eyes closed, lips parted so he could suck in air as his ass cheeks bounced against Jinki’s hips. Fumbling around for a second, Jinki managed to grab the olive oil from a shelf and uncapped it, spilling some clumsily onto his fingers and slathering his dick. It would have to do, for now.
Aligning the tip of his cock with Kibum’s stretched hole, he hesitated for just a moment, just a split second, all so he could watch Kibum’s hole clench in need, all so he could watch Kibum’s body try and fuck something that wasn’t there. Grinning to himself like an idiot, Jinki gripped Kibum’s hips and pushed forward, breaching the first ring of muscles and feeling the pleasure rip through his legs first, ending in his toes and tingling his balls. Then the pleasure started to travel up from the pit of his stomach to his lungs, warming them up, down his arms to his fingertips, and he was pretty sure he was going to leave searing fingerprints on Kibum’s sharp hip bones just by touching them for a second too long.
Their pace was frantic and Kibum couldn’t keep his mouth shut, spouting out things like “fuck me harder, Jinki, fuck” and “ngh yes, right there!” while forcing himself back onto Jinki’s cock; quite frankly Jinki was afraid of someone walking in on them, or the neighbors freaking out, so the only logical thing to do was gag Kibum, right? So Jinki shoved two fingers in Kibum’s mouth and Kibum groaned out around them, sucking on them fervently, saliva dribbling down his chin and his head tipping back as Jinki fucked into him harder, some of the items on the counter being jarred with every movement.
Jinki rested his forehead against Kibum’s sweaty back, feeling his own perspiration drip down his hair and drop down onto Kibum’s body, his eyes watching the younger man’s ass cheeks ripple with every movement, loving how full and plump they were. He lifted his free hand and gave one of them a good smack, Kibum crying out in response, Jinki’s eyes taking in the way the pale skin turned a gentle pink in the shape of his fingers.
“Fuck, Kibum…” Jinki swore, scraping his teeth along Kibum’s shoulder before leaning up a bit to nibble on his ear.
“Ahh, hnngh,” Kibum lifted his hips a little and got on the tips of his toes, forcing his ass to jiggle with a greater force with every slam of Jinki’s cock.
Jinki’s eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head, watching Kibum’s ass clap around his dick like that. That was all it took, really, and Jinki’s breath shortened by the minute and he removed his fingers from Kibum’s lips in favor of gripping onto his hair and yanking his head back, his fingers barely finding purchase on the shaved side of Kibum's head before finding the chocolate locks, breathing harshly into the younger man’s ear as he came hard into his body, pulsing through with the aftershocks as he emptied himself bit by bit.
Barely able to keep himself upright, Jinki sank to his knees and grabbed Kibum’s hips, turning the younger man around. Kibum looked down at the older man, his pupils blown and lips destroyed and cheeks flushed, chest heaving and cock angry from being denied release. Giving a slightly doofy smile, head still airy from release, Jinki trailed his lips along the underside of Kibum’s cock and gave the tip a light suck - Kibum gasped and gripped onto Jinki’s hair, his hips stuttering as he came immediately, the stimulation apparently too much for his over-sensitized cock as he shot his load onto Jinki’s face, his knees trembling and curses tumbling from his lips.
After a few moments Jinki stood up, using a dish towel to wipe the sweat from their bodies and the mess from his face. He gave a sheepish smile, not really sure what this meant; they were still home alone, the yard still wasn’t finished, and he was pretty sure Kibum still needed to go swimming.
“Uh…” Jinki’s voice cracked.
Kibum snorted, “I guess I could just do this every Sunday, yeah?” He grabbed the towel and twisted it, smacking Jinki’s ass as he walked by. “The lawn needs finished mowing~”
Jinki yelped and covered his ass, blushing furiously and scrambling to put himself together.
“Y-Yah! Don’t think this is going to happen again!”
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jinki’s trying to get yard work done his way, while Taemin is gone. Kibum needs a work out buddy or else he has no motivation. You do the math.
Notes: this is for mon :’) she’s super sweet and we’ve only really started talking recently…but i really enjoy her a lot lmao ;_; she’s super cute and loves onkey and lakwerjsfdf i specifically requested her to make an edit because when i finished writing this… idk lmao it just felt ~right~ that it went to her. this is for you, mon! (a treat is at the end of this one-shot huhuhu)
Notes version 2.0: this is lucifer!era onew and key ^^
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A stifling hot day was always perfect to mow the lawn, especially when one woke up early enough to beat the heat but still enjoy the sunshine. Somehow the duty had fallen onto Jinki, for reasons unknown to him (his little brother was nowhere in sight), and so there he was out in the sunshine, tank top clinging to his sweaty body as he pushed the heavy mower around in the back yard, occasionally emptying the bag of grass clippings, the tips of his toes dying green due to his love of not wearing shoes while doing yard work.
It wasn’t so bad; with his sunglasses and his hair clipped back the mid-morning sun was just a warm, friendly companion, shining down on him and keeping him motivated. He had his iPod plugged in and in the pocket of his pants, the wire underneath his tank top to prevent tangling as he listened to the music on his ‘yardwork’ playlist. The backyard of his house was separated by a cement patio and a deck, and the front yard was one single unit on the south side of the driveway. Three yards took only about an hour and a half to mow, but Jinki was particular about it - he cut every corner precisely, he used the weedwacker, he left no blade of grass uneven and was damn proud of the way his lawn looked compared to his neighbors’.
So maybe it was a good thing that Taemin wasn’t around to mow the lawn.
It was during the second half of mowing the back yard that Jinki noticed movement in his house; strange, he was supposed to be alone on Sundays. The silhouette of a boy appeared in the slider door, and when it opened, Taemin’s friend Kibum stepped onto the deck, dressed for the pool and looking confused.
Turning off the lawn mower, Jinki rested his forearms on the bar, smiling warmly, “Hi, Kibum ah.”
“Hey,” Kibum replied, looking around. He was a few years younger than Jinki but he and Taemin went to the same high school and were really close; he was an attractive teen and really quite wily, and being alone with him sometimes freaked Jinki out. “Where’s Taemin? We were supposed to do laps today.”
“I think he stayed over at Minho’s last night,” Jinki shrugged, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He glanced down at his feet and wiggled his green toes, before deciding now would be a good time for a water break.
“Ugh he always ditches me whenever he goes to Minho’s,” Kibum griped, sitting down on one of the lounge chairs and setting his satchel down by his feet. As Jinki hopped up the deck steps, Kibum raised a brow, “Where are your shoes?”
“Oh,” Jinki glanced down at his toes and then shrugged, grinning. “I like to be barefoot when I do yard work.”
Kibum blinked a few times, stayed quiet, and then rolled his eyes before standing up and stretching. “Well fuck, I need some sort of work out today and I’m completely un-motivated without a partner…”
“I could go do laps with you,” Jinki suggested, as a friendly gesture while he moved inside the house to get a glass from the cupboard. “I’m not as good as Taemin but you wouldn’t be alone.” He filled up his cup with ice and water from the refrigerator unit and turned around, nearly choking on an ice cube when he found Kibum right up in his personal space. He smelled like sunscreen and mint, probably from the gum he was chewing, and Jinki blushed lightly. “Or not?”
“No, that’s a great idea. You’ll be my new work out partner,” Kibum nodded, but didn’t move from his close proximity to Jinki.
“Ok! Well. Er, I’ll… go get my shorts on.” Setting his glass down on the counter, Jinki slinked out of Kibum’s gravitational pull and ran up the stairs, managing to only trip on three of them as he went into his room and put on his swim trunks. He switched out of his tank top, making sure to put his iPod back on its dock on his laptop, grabbing a shirt and forgoing putting it on for now, jogging down the stairs and trying to cool down his body. He didn’t know if it was because the sun was getting hotter outside or if it was the way Kibum just sort of wedged himself into his personal space but Jinki felt like he was about to get heat stroke.
“I just need to finish mowing the lawn, can you wait about thirty minutes?” Jinki asked. That was a rough estimate - normally, if he had nothing to do, it would take him another hour to finish the lawn. But since Kibum needed someone to go out with him, he could just do a quick job and then come back later and trim it up to make it look nice right? Right.
He entered the kitchen and expected Kibum to be somewhere in the same vicinity as where he left him (by the fridge), but Kibum was up in Jinki’s space immediately again, pushing him against the wall, the displayed china dishes rattling on their hooks with the force.
“Actually no, I can’t wait,” Kibum breathed.
That’s probably the last coherent thing Jinki remembered happening between the two of them.
Sweat slipped down the side of the older man’s neck as Kibum pressed their mouths together, hungrily sucking on Jinki’s bottom lip and taking it into his mouth, teeth scraping over the skin and breaking it open. Sweat, saliva and blood mixed between them and Kibum’s chest slid over Jinki’s bare one, the scratchy material of his tank top making Jinki’s nipples harden as his fingers moved to the younger man’s exposed arms, fascinated by their sinewy yet powerful force. Kibum’s knee went between Jinki’s legs and raised a little - Jinki ground down onto the younger man’s knee, feeling the heat shoot and spread down low into his belly, his cock hardening in his trunks, hardly concealed at all with the material as a breeze blew through the kitchen from the open spring door, carrying the scent of grass clippings on its warm back.
Jinki had never really thought about Kibum like that but since they were kissing and since Kibum’s hands were currently pulling his ass away from the wall so they could walk backwards, now was a good time to start. Jinki let out a soft pant as Kibum’s lower back hit the counter, his slender body arching back a bit to expose more of himself as Jinki dragged his lips over his skin; down his jaw, up to his earlobe, scraping everything with his teeth before trailing lower and suckling on a collarbone. Kibum was mewling, whining, gripping at Jinki’s bare biceps, fingers dancing around, trying to find purchase on something, anything, feeling Jinki up and Jinki felt so empowered, so sexy in that moment, like there was no one else that Kibum was so attracted to.
The neediness in Kibum’s voice as he panted out Jinki’s name was addicting, and Jinki hefted the younger man up onto the counter easily, his fingers fumbling with the draw strings of his loudly printed swim trunks. The sound of the velcro was deafening and time came to an abrupt halt when Jinki’s fingers found purchase on Kibum’s erection, no barrier of any sort between his cock and the trunks.
“Oh God…” Jinki choked out.
Kibum smirked against his earlobe, “I always come prepared.”
As slutty as a statement that was, Jinki ate it up as he gripped Kibum’s narrow hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the counter, pulling his trunks down a bit to expose his own cock, pushing his briefs down some, his fingers trembling in arousal and anticipation. Kibum’s legs spread a bit, one of them hooking on Jinki’s hip and encouraging him to come closer, just a little bit closer; the younger man’s mouth was by Jinki’s ear again, his fingers in Jinki’s long hair, taking out the bobby pins and tossing them aside, tangling his digits in the tresses and getting a good grip on Jinki’s scalp.
“Ooooh yeah,” Kibum moaned out softly, rolling his body closer to Jinki’s.
Wrapping his fingers around both of their dicks, Jinki gave a firm squeeze, Kibum’s toes curling and catching the flesh of Jinki’s hip, holding on tight, a choked gasp leaving his lips. His body jerked and trembled and he fumbled a little bit more - he hopped off of the counter and pushed his shorts down, stepping out of them and turning around, bending over against the counter, forearms resting on the surface and hanging his head low as he spread his legs and pressed his ass into Jinki’s groin.
“Fuuuck,” the younger hissed, and Jinki could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the opposite edge of the floating counter.
Jinki’s mouth went dry just looking at the swell of Kibum’s ass. So creamy and smooth, he looked unreal as Jinki ran one of his tan hands over the pale skin. Blunt nails left angry red marks in their wake as he started to initial each cheek with his name, and then finally he used his palms to spread Kibum’s ass cheeks wide, the puckered hole winking in invitation. Jinki dropped his head back and sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself down, his cock throbbing and sliding along the inside of Kibum’s thigh in anticipation. Licking his lips, Jinki collected the saliva in his mouth and dripped it from his bottom tier, watching it pool in the crevice of Kibum’s ass and drip down towards the hole. He watched Kibum’s body practically suck the substance in and expel it back out, he watched the spine under Kibum’s skin writhe and contort with the absolute need that was pulsating through his body… Jinki moved his index finger to Kibum’s asshole, pressing gently against it, his eyes moving up to watch Kibum press his flushed cheek against the cool surface of the counter, his eyes closing.
Finger fucking Kibum was unlike anything Jinki had ever done before. He’d had his share of girls but none of them had been this responsive, this needy - or this bossy. Kibum was rocking back on one finger, then he was demanding two, and soon three; Kibum was fucking himself on three fingers and tugging on his own dick, his head tossed back and eyes closed, lips parted so he could suck in air as his ass cheeks bounced against Jinki’s hips. Fumbling around for a second, Jinki managed to grab the olive oil from a shelf and uncapped it, spilling some clumsily onto his fingers and slathering his dick. It would have to do, for now.
Aligning the tip of his cock with Kibum’s stretched hole, he hesitated for just a moment, just a split second, all so he could watch Kibum’s hole clench in need, all so he could watch Kibum’s body try and fuck something that wasn’t there. Grinning to himself like an idiot, Jinki gripped Kibum’s hips and pushed forward, breaching the first ring of muscles and feeling the pleasure rip through his legs first, ending in his toes and tingling his balls. Then the pleasure started to travel up from the pit of his stomach to his lungs, warming them up, down his arms to his fingertips, and he was pretty sure he was going to leave searing fingerprints on Kibum’s sharp hip bones just by touching them for a second too long.
Their pace was frantic and Kibum couldn’t keep his mouth shut, spouting out things like “fuck me harder, Jinki, fuck” and “ngh yes, right there!” while forcing himself back onto Jinki’s cock; quite frankly Jinki was afraid of someone walking in on them, or the neighbors freaking out, so the only logical thing to do was gag Kibum, right? So Jinki shoved two fingers in Kibum’s mouth and Kibum groaned out around them, sucking on them fervently, saliva dribbling down his chin and his head tipping back as Jinki fucked into him harder, some of the items on the counter being jarred with every movement.
Jinki rested his forehead against Kibum’s sweaty back, feeling his own perspiration drip down his hair and drop down onto Kibum’s body, his eyes watching the younger man’s ass cheeks ripple with every movement, loving how full and plump they were. He lifted his free hand and gave one of them a good smack, Kibum crying out in response, Jinki’s eyes taking in the way the pale skin turned a gentle pink in the shape of his fingers.
“Fuck, Kibum…” Jinki swore, scraping his teeth along Kibum’s shoulder before leaning up a bit to nibble on his ear.
“Ahh, hnngh,” Kibum lifted his hips a little and got on the tips of his toes, forcing his ass to jiggle with a greater force with every slam of Jinki’s cock.
Jinki’s eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head, watching Kibum’s ass clap around his dick like that. That was all it took, really, and Jinki’s breath shortened by the minute and he removed his fingers from Kibum’s lips in favor of gripping onto his hair and yanking his head back, his fingers barely finding purchase on the shaved side of Kibum's head before finding the chocolate locks, breathing harshly into the younger man’s ear as he came hard into his body, pulsing through with the aftershocks as he emptied himself bit by bit.
Barely able to keep himself upright, Jinki sank to his knees and grabbed Kibum’s hips, turning the younger man around. Kibum looked down at the older man, his pupils blown and lips destroyed and cheeks flushed, chest heaving and cock angry from being denied release. Giving a slightly doofy smile, head still airy from release, Jinki trailed his lips along the underside of Kibum’s cock and gave the tip a light suck - Kibum gasped and gripped onto Jinki’s hair, his hips stuttering as he came immediately, the stimulation apparently too much for his over-sensitized cock as he shot his load onto Jinki’s face, his knees trembling and curses tumbling from his lips.
After a few moments Jinki stood up, using a dish towel to wipe the sweat from their bodies and the mess from his face. He gave a sheepish smile, not really sure what this meant; they were still home alone, the yard still wasn’t finished, and he was pretty sure Kibum still needed to go swimming.
“Uh…” Jinki’s voice cracked.
Kibum snorted, “I guess I could just do this every Sunday, yeah?” He grabbed the towel and twisted it, smacking Jinki’s ass as he walked by. “The lawn needs finished mowing~”
Jinki yelped and covered his ass, blushing furiously and scrambling to put himself together.
“Y-Yah! Don’t think this is going to happen again!”