It's Not What It Looks Like! (But Really, It Is...)
Title: It's Not What It Looks Like (But Really, It Is)
Pairing: Onew/Minho aka TofuHo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, cockslut!Jinki
Summary: Jinki says it's not what it looks like with Kibum. But when Minho gets his own turn, it's exactly what it looks like, and Jinki better damn well know it.
Second SHINee fic.
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It was a boring afternoon for the SHINee members; Minho, Jonghyun and Taemin were all out busy with their schedules, and Kibum was in the kitchen preparing lunch for when they all returned. Jinki had disappeared, but Kibum figured he was taking a nap or something in the bedroom.
"Well, there wouldn't be any harm in us eating before the rest get back," Kibum decided, as he smiled and started to set the table for two. They hadn't eaten since breakfast, which had been about five hours ago - that was too long. His stomach was starting to growl; he rubbed it in a placating manner before wandering down the hallway to the bedroom. He pressed his ear against the door to listen for any sounds - there were none, so Jinki must be napping like he had assumed.
As quietly and carefully as possible, Kibum pushed the door open and was greeted with the sight of Jinki sitting on his bed, laptop and his lap and a transfixed expression on his face. Blinking, Kibum tilted his head.
"Hyung, you're not sleeping?"
Jinki yelped in surprise, the laptop nearly launching from his lap as he quickly shut it and set it aside. His features were flushed in embarrassment, or at least Kibum assumed it was embarrassment, and the leader raised his hands in defense. Kibum was... confused.
"Are you alright?" Kibum asked warily, as if Jinki was some sort of mental patient that needed to be talked to in a specific manner.
"I- I'm fine! Is that food I smell? Ah, Kibum, you're such a wonderful cook~" Jinki dashed off of the bed, but before he could get too far his foot got tangled in the laptop cord, sending him sailing forward. There was no time for Kibum to dodge, and the both of them ended up toppling to the hard floor, Kibum letting out a pained grunt as he landed beneath Jinki.
The leader sat up, straddling Kibum's thighs, and instantly started apologizing.
"I'm sorry! Guh!" His hands went to Kibum's face, checking for any injuries, before his hands started to wander. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Kibum ah I'm so sorry!"
"I'm fine, just get your fat ass offa me!" Kibum growled, but Jinki froze before he could move an inch, his eyes wide as he glanced off towards the entry way in horror.
Kibum tilted his head back and got an eyeful of upside down Minho, who was watching the scene with relative calm and a raised eyebrow.
"Minho! It's not what it looks like!" Jinki squeaked, finally scrambling up and off of Kibum, all elbows and knees and making the younger wince in slight pain as awkward limbs struck him in sensitive places. The leader was up on his feet and bowing to Minho, who was still looking like he hadn't a clue what was going on but didn't care too much anyway, and Jinki tried bolting again.
Only, in his haste, he didn't realize that the front door was shut - Minho had returned by himself - and ran straight into it. His head and chest collided and he collapsed to the ground in a heap, grumbling and mumbling and making pitifully pathetic noises.
"Hyung, do you need help?" Kibum asked, as he rolled over and finally pushed himself up to stand.
"N-No, I'm okay!" Jinki was practically yelling, his voice slightly hoarse. What was he so worked up over?
Kibum blinked a few times, before he sighed and limped into the kitchen; "Lunch is ready." He glanced back just in time to see Minho quietly helping a stammering Jinki up, a look of disinterested amusement passing over his features.
After all, Onew Sangtae wasn't anything new in the SHINee household.
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The next day, Jinki was once again occupied on his laptop. The rest of the members didn't pay any mind, as they all had free time and were spending it in various ways. Taemin had gone to the dance studio, Jonghyun was with Kibum out shopping... but Minho had stayed home with the leader. The tallest member was sitting on the couch watching a random television show, lounging in pj pants and a tank top. Jinki was locked up in the bedroom once more, and Minho rolled the thoughts over in his head idly, like he had been doing for the last hour.
Kibum had said that what started the whole fiasco yesterday, was him walking in on Jinki using the laptop. It seemed innocent enough, but then again, they were growing boys. Minho could understand Jinki's embarrassment, if it was something like... something like that, but at the same time he felt bad for their leader. As the oldest of the group he had a lot of responsibilities to undertake, and things probably got stressful for him.
Minho let out a breath as he reclined. Jinki was almost smiling, which made the other members believe that everything was alright. It was a brilliant effort, but sometimes Minho felt like something was burdening that bright smile.
He glanced over to the door of their bedroom, closed and preventing Minho's eyes to drink in the sight of his leader.
Jinki was... well, as said, always smiling. Even when the things he said weren't funny at all; even when there were sad moments. He was handsome. He was intelligent (despite his sangtae setbacks). He was perfect leader material.
Minho deeply admired his hyung for those reasons, and he couldn't help but let his thoughts stray about the older boy.
Like how when Jinki would wear tank tops that showed off his collar bone or his biceps, Minho couldn't help but let his eyes linger. Like how when Jinki wore skinny jeans he was uncomfortable walking, as if they hugged too tight in too precious of a place -- the other boys, Minho himself, didn't really have a problem wearing the skinny jeans, but it always seemed like the leader was slightly awkward.
And that thought usually lead to a much, much darker place.
Like... just what was it that was making skinny jeans so uncomfortable for Jinki? He didn't have large thighs or calves. He had a cute, pert butt.
Minho's eyes went back to the television, but they weren't focused.
Surely... it was what was between Jinki's legs that made it so awkward for him to wear skinny jeans.
Shaking his head coolly and rubbing his temple with his fingertips, he glanced back at the door. He was ultimately attracted to his leader - the yin to his yang, practically. Calm and collected when Jinki was outspoken and loud. They fit together so perfectly. When they hugged, when they stood next to each other; whenever Minho lifted an arm to bring Jinki to his side, it was like completing a jigsaw puzzle. He wondered if Jinki felt the same way.
All of a sudden, television wasn't enough to keep Minho's attention.
He stood up and moved to the bedroom door, pressing his ear against it. Soft noises could be heard through the wood, and he pressed harder to listen to better, his hands resting on the door. It sounded like soft moans and mewls were coming from the bedroom, and instantly Minho felt his lower abdomen coil with heat. Was Jinki doing what he thought he was doing...?
As quietly as he could, Minho opened the door and let his eyes take in the sight that was suddenly burned into his head for probably the rest of time. Jinki was sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread and one arm behind his body propping himself up. His other arm was in front of him, his hand down his pants; his head was tossed back and his lips wee parted, eyes closed as his hand jerked himself. His laptop was open and on the floor, disregarded, and suddenly Minho's throat felt extremely dry and tight.
He opened the door a bit wider, and when he did that and Jinki didn't notice, it was obvious that the leader was in his own amazing world. Minho let his feet silently carry him over to the bed - one hand covered Jinki's mouth to prevent any noise, the other hand covering the one inside the leaders' pants. Jinki's eyes shot open and he froze up, horror flashing in his eyes as Minho hovered over him.
"Hyung..." Minho's voice was thick and deep, his lips parted ashe felt himself starting to pant. "What has you so worked up?"
The look of fright was still evident on Jinki's features, but that's not what Minho wanted. He wanted to see that head thrown back in wanton desire, he wanted those kissable lips to part - he wanted that face that he loved to see smile so much twisted in pleasure. So, he started to move the hand that he had inside of the elders' pants. Jinki gasped, his hips rocking forward to seek out the friction, his own hand leaving his pants to support him better as his pelvis surged upwards. He started to pant again, and Minho pushed Jinki further back onto the bed, removing his hand from the elders' mouth in favor of supporting himself.
"Are you going to ansewr me?" Minho asked, his fingers curling around the base of Jinki's length. Oh God, it was better than he imagined - bigger, thicker, hotter, sexier. "What has you so turned on?"
"Ngh--" Jinki dropped his head back, his body boneless against the mattress, and his hips were still working overtime trying to get Minho to move his hand. "Y-You..."
MInho raised a brow and tilted his head, sliding his fingers up along the hot shaft, his thumb swiping over the tip. "Me?"
"Y-Yes..." the older boy gasped, and his eyes opened, clouded with lust and about two shades darker than normal. Almost black.
That look shot straight to Minho's dick, and in an instant his mouth was on Jinki's. Lips, tongues and teeth clashed together, there was saliva and blood and a unique taste that flooded Minho's senses; the shock of the situation hadn't quite set in yet - Minho was ravishing his leader, who had been ravishing himself with thoughts of the dongsaeng moments before. Minho nipped harshly at Jinki's lower lip, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain and some blood, licking the abused flesh almost apologetically before her removed his hand from Jinki's dick. He sat up, kneeling on the bed between the leaders' legs, and pulled off his tank top and threw it aside, impatiently getting Jinki out of his clothes as well. Jinki was completely naked beneath Minho, but the younger still had his pants on as he stood up and pulled Jinki into a sitting position.
Jinki was now eye-level with the bulge in Minho's pajama pants, and he licked his lips as his eyes fixated on that spot. Minho felt a surge of adrenaline rush through his veins, as his hand moved on its own accord to tangle in Jinki's hair and force his face closer to his clothed dick. The older boys' cheek connected with the hot bulge and Jinki let out a whimper, but Minho wasn't too stupid to think that the whimper was from pain. No, Jinki's eyes were still clouded over, his lips parted and swollen and tinged with some smeared blood. Shy, shaky hands reached up to undo the drawstring, and soon the pants were being shimmied down slender hips.
A dark happy trail was exposed, and Jinki pressed a kiss to Minho's navel before his tongue followed the trail of dark hair down tot he base of the waiting erection. Honestly, Minho didn't know how he had gotten into this position; he should have shut the door and left his leader alone. But... then again, if he had done that, he wouldn't be in this position at all. He'd be sitting on the couch zoning out to television.
And to be quite frank, Minho much rather preferred watching Jinki's swollen lips worship his flesh.
Gripping the base of his cock, Minho gently rubbed the tip of it on Jinki's cheek. The leader exhaled hotly and nuzzled against the hot shaft, turning his head to let his lips connect with the hardened flesh. Minho stifled a gasp, but he held his erection just out of the older boys' reach.
"P-Please, Minho, I..." Jinki could barely form the words, his tongue coming out to lick his dry lips.
"What is it, leader?" Minho wanted to hear the leaders' resolve crumble, and beg for it. He wanted to break the sunny, smiling leader.
"Ngh," the slightly smaller male was still having issues. His eyes were level with Minho's cock, which was bouncing and swollen with need. Minho was starting to get impatient. He reached out and threaded his fingers through Jinki's hair, gently at first. Jinki purred and leaned into the touch; Minho smirked softly before he gave a sharp tug on the locks. "Ghn--!" Jinki gasped, his eyes squeezing shut. "Minho ah... let me..."
"Say it." Minho's demand was harsh, his voice still deep and silky smooth.
"Please let me suck your cock, Minho ah, it looks so good..." Onew Sangtae was apparently on vacation, because Jinki's words were anything but unsure or clumsy. His body was even reacting with a grace that Minho had no idea existed; this was what Minho was dying to exploit. This is what Minho only dreamed of Jinki being capable of. Dear God, it had to be the most beautiful Minho had ever seen: Jinki, body and face flushed with arousal and shameless want, lips parted as hel ooked like he might die if he didn't get Minho's cock in between his lips, pronto. His eyes were hooded and damn, Minho should have tried to get this side out of Jinki sooner.
Something must have snapped inside of the leaders' mind, because he was pushing forward and nuzzling Minho's cock with an obscene amount of affection. For both of them being amateurs, Minho felt like a seasoned pro as he nudged Jinki's lips open to let his shaft be engulfed. Minho allowed Jinki his prize, finally, his fingers curling into the auburn hair at the nape of the older boys' neck White-hot pleasure seared through the taller boys' frame, his mind on overload, sensations he didn't even know existed starting to course through his veins. And fuck, it was good. Too good.
It was almost like things were happening in slow motion. Minho could see his hands forcing Jinki's head further onto his cock, taking him in deeper even thought he flesh was threatening to choke the smaller male. He could hear the puff of breath that were being exhaled shortly and unevenly from his mouth; he could see Jinki's nostrils flare as he tried to bring oxygen into his lungs while his air passages were, for the most part, blocked. Minho pulled out, leaving his tip inside of the wet cavity, allowing Jinki to breathe; it was in a split second that he was pushing Jinki back down onto the bed, straddling the leader and grinding their hips together. Dirty, naughty sounds were being ripped from Jinki's throat as his lips parted and his head thrashed, hair getting mussed by static electricity from the duvet, and Minho wrapped long slender fingers around both of their arousals, jerking roughly.
"M-Minho ah~!" Jinki's slightly nasally voice had never sounded so beautiful as it did when calling out Minho's name. It was something that the yonger wanted to record and play over and over and over again - something that he knew would affect him in the future and make it near impossible to listen to the leaders' voice, knowing how it sounded while clouded with lust and dripping with that slutty, wanton, high-pitched tinge.
"You want this, hyung?" Minho asked, shoving his fingers into the older boy's mouth. Jinki started to suck on them enthusiastically, running his tongue over the digits and coating them liberally with his saliva. Minho withdrew his fingers and spread Jinki's legs apart easily, the leader exposing himself without a second thought, his chest rising and falling erratically with the lack of oxygen and the sudden influx of pleasure. The younger gently teased the hidden entrance, feeling it quiver and tighten and loosen all at once, and he bit his lip to contain the moan that almost slipped out. "Slut. You can't wait for this, can you?"
"N-No, Minho ah~ please, just--" Jinki's sentence was cut off as Minho shoved a finger in. "--Need... more..."
This was almost too much. Too dirty, too sinful, too wrong, too... perfect for words. For once Minho had never been so thankful that he wasn't the most chatty of people - Jiniki's mumblings and murmurings and pleas were enough for the both of them and then some, and they were music to Minho's ears. He didn't want to speak too much, in case he missed something that Jinki said. And it wasn't even really that he was paying attention specifically to what the leader was saying, more like how his voice fluctuated as Minho pushed in another finger and started to stretch the tensing muscles.
The smaller boys' head was thrashing now, side to side as whimpers and keens erupted from his swollen lips. Minho watched his face carefully for any pain, but Jinki was so far gone, a tornado could have ripped through the room and he wouldn't have noticed at all. His back bowed as Minho curled his fingers and hit that perfect spot, chocolate eyes opening wide and staring at the ceiling but at the same time nothing at all, his mouth dropping open in a soundless moan.
Withdrawing his fingers, he heard the protest Jinki made, but ignored it as he gathered some pre-cum from Jinki's leaking erection, smearing it on his own. It was going to be dry and a bit uncomfortable; he spit onto his own cock and smeared that around as well, before he positioned himself at the trembling opening.
"Fuck- Minho ah -- Do it, please!" The frustration in the others' voice was more than apparent, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"Do what, hyung?" Minho asked, trying to seem as clueless as possible as he leaned down to whisper in Jinki's ear. "Fuck you like the slut you are?"
A moan came from the back of Jinki's throat and he nodded emphatically, whimpering once more. "Please, Minho ah, fuck me, I'm so hot, I can't take this--!"
Jinki's ramblings were cut off as Minho rammed his cock into the waiting hole, heat engulfing him and spiraling up from the base of his spine to the back of his head to his eye sockets and making him see white. It was so hot, so tight, so amazing; the leaders' back arched and his hands grasped at Minho's arms uselessly, a cry releasing from his throat as his eyes closed. Minho paused, unsure if that cry was from pleasure, pain, or some twisted combination of both, and he quickly raised a hand to gently caress the side of Jinki's face, a look of worry crossing over his features.
"Hyung, is this okay?" Minho asked, concern evident in his voice. He wasn't immediately met with a response, but when Jinki's eyes opened the lust was still prominent, shining with something else lingering beneath the glossy surface. It tugged at something deep inside Minho's chest, but before he could say anything about it, Jinki did this delicious body wave that made tremors run through Minho's body.
"Move."
The command was completely opposite of what Jinki had just been spouting not three minutes prior; it was sure, confident, and absolutely demanding. Minho couldn't find it in him to do anything else but obey - he pulled out and drove home in a quick, powerful thrust, and whatever streak of dominance the leader had been experiencing must have been thrown out of the window, because he was a whimpering mess once again as Minho started up a brutal pace. Jinki's legs first wound around Minho's hips, the younger boys' sharp hip bones hitting his inner thighs and starting to create bruises on the soft skin, but Minho grunted and lifted Jinki's right knee to be draped over his left shoulder, changing the angle and the pace dramatically.
Jinki howled, one hand fisting the duvet and wrinkling it beyond repair - Kibum-umma was going to have a fit later - his other hand clawing at Minho's strong back leaving angry red marks and bringing the blood to the surface of flushed skin. Blunt nails broke said flesh and Minho hissed in a mixture of pain and surprise pleasure, his pace increasing. Jinki was wailing at the top of his lungs - harder, faster, deeper, fuck me so hard Minho - and after a few more thrusts Minho stopped abruptly to switch positions. Without his cock ever leaving the tight vice, he flipped Jinki onto his hands and knes, strong hands gripping the hyungs' hips hard enough to bruise even more flesh as he pistoned in and out.
"Fuck -- Minho! Christ -- Yes -- Fuuuuck--!"
It wasn't long before they reached completion, Minho's hand never once touching Jinki's aching, dripping cock. Jinki expended himself onto the sheets beneath them and Minho let out a low growl, his orgasm approaching quickly with the sudden clamping of Jinki's inner muscles. Pulling out just before climax, Minho let his seed spurt out onto Jinki's lower back, painting it a beautiful pearly white, hot and sticky as they both collapsed onto the bed, panting, sweating, and absolutely sated.
For a while, the room was filled with nothing but pants and sighs, mostly from Jinki, as both boys tried to recollect their thoughts and gather their bearings. Minho propped himself up on an elbow and glanced down at Jinki, who had his eyes blissfully shut, laying on his side to face his dongsaeng. In all honesty, Jinki was... stunningly handsome. Minho reached out and gently traced his fingertips over to his leaders' cheek bones, down to his rosy lips, and then back up again to tuck a lock of hair behind a flushed ear. Almond orbs opened to peer up at the younger male, and that trademark smile blossomed on Jinki's face.
Minho decided that he didn't want to break that smile.
He decided that he preferred it on a flushed, sated, completely naughty face.
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Later that night, Minho and Jinki were sitting on the couch, cuddled close together and watching television. Taemin was the first to come back - he took a quick shower before joining his two hyung on the couch, on the other side of Minho snuggling close to the lanky member. He couldn't see it, but beneath the blankets Minho and Jinki's hands were tightly clasped together, fingers interlocked.
Jonghyun and Kibum arrived shortly after, Jonghyun whining and bitching about all of the God damn bags he had to carry and how ridiculous it was that Kibum was carrying a perfume bottle only, and Kibum calling out saying that he bought dinner and it would be prepared in a few moments.
Jonghyun disappeared into the bedroom for a moment but returned quickly, a bit red in the face as he zoomed into the kitchen. Kibum paused in setting the dinner out on the counter from the bags, raising a brow towards to singer.
"What?" Kibum asked, before resuming his unpacking.
"Er, nothing, just saw something... a bit disturbing," Jonghyun said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.
The other brow raised on Kibum's face, but he shrugged, "Did Taemin forget to put his dirty laundry in the hamper?"
"No..." Jonghyun glanced over at Jinki and Minho, who were sitting unawares on the couch. "Jinki left his laptop open, and..." He shook his head and shuddered, before he started to help Kibum. "Never mind. I'd rather forget I even saw it."
Back in the bedroom, Jinki's laptop was glowing happily in the dark, the page on the screen displaying an animated .gif of Minho and Jinki engaged in a fierce lip-lock.
Pairing: Onew/Minho aka TofuHo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sexual situations, cockslut!Jinki
Summary: Jinki says it's not what it looks like with Kibum. But when Minho gets his own turn, it's exactly what it looks like, and Jinki better damn well know it.
Second SHINee fic.
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It was a boring afternoon for the SHINee members; Minho, Jonghyun and Taemin were all out busy with their schedules, and Kibum was in the kitchen preparing lunch for when they all returned. Jinki had disappeared, but Kibum figured he was taking a nap or something in the bedroom.
"Well, there wouldn't be any harm in us eating before the rest get back," Kibum decided, as he smiled and started to set the table for two. They hadn't eaten since breakfast, which had been about five hours ago - that was too long. His stomach was starting to growl; he rubbed it in a placating manner before wandering down the hallway to the bedroom. He pressed his ear against the door to listen for any sounds - there were none, so Jinki must be napping like he had assumed.
As quietly and carefully as possible, Kibum pushed the door open and was greeted with the sight of Jinki sitting on his bed, laptop and his lap and a transfixed expression on his face. Blinking, Kibum tilted his head.
"Hyung, you're not sleeping?"
Jinki yelped in surprise, the laptop nearly launching from his lap as he quickly shut it and set it aside. His features were flushed in embarrassment, or at least Kibum assumed it was embarrassment, and the leader raised his hands in defense. Kibum was... confused.
"Are you alright?" Kibum asked warily, as if Jinki was some sort of mental patient that needed to be talked to in a specific manner.
"I- I'm fine! Is that food I smell? Ah, Kibum, you're such a wonderful cook~" Jinki dashed off of the bed, but before he could get too far his foot got tangled in the laptop cord, sending him sailing forward. There was no time for Kibum to dodge, and the both of them ended up toppling to the hard floor, Kibum letting out a pained grunt as he landed beneath Jinki.
The leader sat up, straddling Kibum's thighs, and instantly started apologizing.
"I'm sorry! Guh!" His hands went to Kibum's face, checking for any injuries, before his hands started to wander. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Kibum ah I'm so sorry!"
"I'm fine, just get your fat ass offa me!" Kibum growled, but Jinki froze before he could move an inch, his eyes wide as he glanced off towards the entry way in horror.
Kibum tilted his head back and got an eyeful of upside down Minho, who was watching the scene with relative calm and a raised eyebrow.
"Minho! It's not what it looks like!" Jinki squeaked, finally scrambling up and off of Kibum, all elbows and knees and making the younger wince in slight pain as awkward limbs struck him in sensitive places. The leader was up on his feet and bowing to Minho, who was still looking like he hadn't a clue what was going on but didn't care too much anyway, and Jinki tried bolting again.
Only, in his haste, he didn't realize that the front door was shut - Minho had returned by himself - and ran straight into it. His head and chest collided and he collapsed to the ground in a heap, grumbling and mumbling and making pitifully pathetic noises.
"Hyung, do you need help?" Kibum asked, as he rolled over and finally pushed himself up to stand.
"N-No, I'm okay!" Jinki was practically yelling, his voice slightly hoarse. What was he so worked up over?
Kibum blinked a few times, before he sighed and limped into the kitchen; "Lunch is ready." He glanced back just in time to see Minho quietly helping a stammering Jinki up, a look of disinterested amusement passing over his features.
After all, Onew Sangtae wasn't anything new in the SHINee household.
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The next day, Jinki was once again occupied on his laptop. The rest of the members didn't pay any mind, as they all had free time and were spending it in various ways. Taemin had gone to the dance studio, Jonghyun was with Kibum out shopping... but Minho had stayed home with the leader. The tallest member was sitting on the couch watching a random television show, lounging in pj pants and a tank top. Jinki was locked up in the bedroom once more, and Minho rolled the thoughts over in his head idly, like he had been doing for the last hour.
Kibum had said that what started the whole fiasco yesterday, was him walking in on Jinki using the laptop. It seemed innocent enough, but then again, they were growing boys. Minho could understand Jinki's embarrassment, if it was something like... something like that, but at the same time he felt bad for their leader. As the oldest of the group he had a lot of responsibilities to undertake, and things probably got stressful for him.
Minho let out a breath as he reclined. Jinki was almost smiling, which made the other members believe that everything was alright. It was a brilliant effort, but sometimes Minho felt like something was burdening that bright smile.
He glanced over to the door of their bedroom, closed and preventing Minho's eyes to drink in the sight of his leader.
Jinki was... well, as said, always smiling. Even when the things he said weren't funny at all; even when there were sad moments. He was handsome. He was intelligent (despite his sangtae setbacks). He was perfect leader material.
Minho deeply admired his hyung for those reasons, and he couldn't help but let his thoughts stray about the older boy.
Like how when Jinki would wear tank tops that showed off his collar bone or his biceps, Minho couldn't help but let his eyes linger. Like how when Jinki wore skinny jeans he was uncomfortable walking, as if they hugged too tight in too precious of a place -- the other boys, Minho himself, didn't really have a problem wearing the skinny jeans, but it always seemed like the leader was slightly awkward.
And that thought usually lead to a much, much darker place.
Like... just what was it that was making skinny jeans so uncomfortable for Jinki? He didn't have large thighs or calves. He had a cute, pert butt.
Minho's eyes went back to the television, but they weren't focused.
Surely... it was what was between Jinki's legs that made it so awkward for him to wear skinny jeans.
Shaking his head coolly and rubbing his temple with his fingertips, he glanced back at the door. He was ultimately attracted to his leader - the yin to his yang, practically. Calm and collected when Jinki was outspoken and loud. They fit together so perfectly. When they hugged, when they stood next to each other; whenever Minho lifted an arm to bring Jinki to his side, it was like completing a jigsaw puzzle. He wondered if Jinki felt the same way.
All of a sudden, television wasn't enough to keep Minho's attention.
He stood up and moved to the bedroom door, pressing his ear against it. Soft noises could be heard through the wood, and he pressed harder to listen to better, his hands resting on the door. It sounded like soft moans and mewls were coming from the bedroom, and instantly Minho felt his lower abdomen coil with heat. Was Jinki doing what he thought he was doing...?
As quietly as he could, Minho opened the door and let his eyes take in the sight that was suddenly burned into his head for probably the rest of time. Jinki was sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread and one arm behind his body propping himself up. His other arm was in front of him, his hand down his pants; his head was tossed back and his lips wee parted, eyes closed as his hand jerked himself. His laptop was open and on the floor, disregarded, and suddenly Minho's throat felt extremely dry and tight.
He opened the door a bit wider, and when he did that and Jinki didn't notice, it was obvious that the leader was in his own amazing world. Minho let his feet silently carry him over to the bed - one hand covered Jinki's mouth to prevent any noise, the other hand covering the one inside the leaders' pants. Jinki's eyes shot open and he froze up, horror flashing in his eyes as Minho hovered over him.
"Hyung..." Minho's voice was thick and deep, his lips parted ashe felt himself starting to pant. "What has you so worked up?"
The look of fright was still evident on Jinki's features, but that's not what Minho wanted. He wanted to see that head thrown back in wanton desire, he wanted those kissable lips to part - he wanted that face that he loved to see smile so much twisted in pleasure. So, he started to move the hand that he had inside of the elders' pants. Jinki gasped, his hips rocking forward to seek out the friction, his own hand leaving his pants to support him better as his pelvis surged upwards. He started to pant again, and Minho pushed Jinki further back onto the bed, removing his hand from the elders' mouth in favor of supporting himself.
"Are you going to ansewr me?" Minho asked, his fingers curling around the base of Jinki's length. Oh God, it was better than he imagined - bigger, thicker, hotter, sexier. "What has you so turned on?"
"Ngh--" Jinki dropped his head back, his body boneless against the mattress, and his hips were still working overtime trying to get Minho to move his hand. "Y-You..."
MInho raised a brow and tilted his head, sliding his fingers up along the hot shaft, his thumb swiping over the tip. "Me?"
"Y-Yes..." the older boy gasped, and his eyes opened, clouded with lust and about two shades darker than normal. Almost black.
That look shot straight to Minho's dick, and in an instant his mouth was on Jinki's. Lips, tongues and teeth clashed together, there was saliva and blood and a unique taste that flooded Minho's senses; the shock of the situation hadn't quite set in yet - Minho was ravishing his leader, who had been ravishing himself with thoughts of the dongsaeng moments before. Minho nipped harshly at Jinki's lower lip, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain and some blood, licking the abused flesh almost apologetically before her removed his hand from Jinki's dick. He sat up, kneeling on the bed between the leaders' legs, and pulled off his tank top and threw it aside, impatiently getting Jinki out of his clothes as well. Jinki was completely naked beneath Minho, but the younger still had his pants on as he stood up and pulled Jinki into a sitting position.
Jinki was now eye-level with the bulge in Minho's pajama pants, and he licked his lips as his eyes fixated on that spot. Minho felt a surge of adrenaline rush through his veins, as his hand moved on its own accord to tangle in Jinki's hair and force his face closer to his clothed dick. The older boys' cheek connected with the hot bulge and Jinki let out a whimper, but Minho wasn't too stupid to think that the whimper was from pain. No, Jinki's eyes were still clouded over, his lips parted and swollen and tinged with some smeared blood. Shy, shaky hands reached up to undo the drawstring, and soon the pants were being shimmied down slender hips.
A dark happy trail was exposed, and Jinki pressed a kiss to Minho's navel before his tongue followed the trail of dark hair down tot he base of the waiting erection. Honestly, Minho didn't know how he had gotten into this position; he should have shut the door and left his leader alone. But... then again, if he had done that, he wouldn't be in this position at all. He'd be sitting on the couch zoning out to television.
And to be quite frank, Minho much rather preferred watching Jinki's swollen lips worship his flesh.
Gripping the base of his cock, Minho gently rubbed the tip of it on Jinki's cheek. The leader exhaled hotly and nuzzled against the hot shaft, turning his head to let his lips connect with the hardened flesh. Minho stifled a gasp, but he held his erection just out of the older boys' reach.
"P-Please, Minho, I..." Jinki could barely form the words, his tongue coming out to lick his dry lips.
"What is it, leader?" Minho wanted to hear the leaders' resolve crumble, and beg for it. He wanted to break the sunny, smiling leader.
"Ngh," the slightly smaller male was still having issues. His eyes were level with Minho's cock, which was bouncing and swollen with need. Minho was starting to get impatient. He reached out and threaded his fingers through Jinki's hair, gently at first. Jinki purred and leaned into the touch; Minho smirked softly before he gave a sharp tug on the locks. "Ghn--!" Jinki gasped, his eyes squeezing shut. "Minho ah... let me..."
"Say it." Minho's demand was harsh, his voice still deep and silky smooth.
"Please let me suck your cock, Minho ah, it looks so good..." Onew Sangtae was apparently on vacation, because Jinki's words were anything but unsure or clumsy. His body was even reacting with a grace that Minho had no idea existed; this was what Minho was dying to exploit. This is what Minho only dreamed of Jinki being capable of. Dear God, it had to be the most beautiful Minho had ever seen: Jinki, body and face flushed with arousal and shameless want, lips parted as hel ooked like he might die if he didn't get Minho's cock in between his lips, pronto. His eyes were hooded and damn, Minho should have tried to get this side out of Jinki sooner.
Something must have snapped inside of the leaders' mind, because he was pushing forward and nuzzling Minho's cock with an obscene amount of affection. For both of them being amateurs, Minho felt like a seasoned pro as he nudged Jinki's lips open to let his shaft be engulfed. Minho allowed Jinki his prize, finally, his fingers curling into the auburn hair at the nape of the older boys' neck White-hot pleasure seared through the taller boys' frame, his mind on overload, sensations he didn't even know existed starting to course through his veins. And fuck, it was good. Too good.
It was almost like things were happening in slow motion. Minho could see his hands forcing Jinki's head further onto his cock, taking him in deeper even thought he flesh was threatening to choke the smaller male. He could hear the puff of breath that were being exhaled shortly and unevenly from his mouth; he could see Jinki's nostrils flare as he tried to bring oxygen into his lungs while his air passages were, for the most part, blocked. Minho pulled out, leaving his tip inside of the wet cavity, allowing Jinki to breathe; it was in a split second that he was pushing Jinki back down onto the bed, straddling the leader and grinding their hips together. Dirty, naughty sounds were being ripped from Jinki's throat as his lips parted and his head thrashed, hair getting mussed by static electricity from the duvet, and Minho wrapped long slender fingers around both of their arousals, jerking roughly.
"M-Minho ah~!" Jinki's slightly nasally voice had never sounded so beautiful as it did when calling out Minho's name. It was something that the yonger wanted to record and play over and over and over again - something that he knew would affect him in the future and make it near impossible to listen to the leaders' voice, knowing how it sounded while clouded with lust and dripping with that slutty, wanton, high-pitched tinge.
"You want this, hyung?" Minho asked, shoving his fingers into the older boy's mouth. Jinki started to suck on them enthusiastically, running his tongue over the digits and coating them liberally with his saliva. Minho withdrew his fingers and spread Jinki's legs apart easily, the leader exposing himself without a second thought, his chest rising and falling erratically with the lack of oxygen and the sudden influx of pleasure. The younger gently teased the hidden entrance, feeling it quiver and tighten and loosen all at once, and he bit his lip to contain the moan that almost slipped out. "Slut. You can't wait for this, can you?"
"N-No, Minho ah~ please, just--" Jinki's sentence was cut off as Minho shoved a finger in. "--Need... more..."
This was almost too much. Too dirty, too sinful, too wrong, too... perfect for words. For once Minho had never been so thankful that he wasn't the most chatty of people - Jiniki's mumblings and murmurings and pleas were enough for the both of them and then some, and they were music to Minho's ears. He didn't want to speak too much, in case he missed something that Jinki said. And it wasn't even really that he was paying attention specifically to what the leader was saying, more like how his voice fluctuated as Minho pushed in another finger and started to stretch the tensing muscles.
The smaller boys' head was thrashing now, side to side as whimpers and keens erupted from his swollen lips. Minho watched his face carefully for any pain, but Jinki was so far gone, a tornado could have ripped through the room and he wouldn't have noticed at all. His back bowed as Minho curled his fingers and hit that perfect spot, chocolate eyes opening wide and staring at the ceiling but at the same time nothing at all, his mouth dropping open in a soundless moan.
Withdrawing his fingers, he heard the protest Jinki made, but ignored it as he gathered some pre-cum from Jinki's leaking erection, smearing it on his own. It was going to be dry and a bit uncomfortable; he spit onto his own cock and smeared that around as well, before he positioned himself at the trembling opening.
"Fuck- Minho ah -- Do it, please!" The frustration in the others' voice was more than apparent, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"Do what, hyung?" Minho asked, trying to seem as clueless as possible as he leaned down to whisper in Jinki's ear. "Fuck you like the slut you are?"
A moan came from the back of Jinki's throat and he nodded emphatically, whimpering once more. "Please, Minho ah, fuck me, I'm so hot, I can't take this--!"
Jinki's ramblings were cut off as Minho rammed his cock into the waiting hole, heat engulfing him and spiraling up from the base of his spine to the back of his head to his eye sockets and making him see white. It was so hot, so tight, so amazing; the leaders' back arched and his hands grasped at Minho's arms uselessly, a cry releasing from his throat as his eyes closed. Minho paused, unsure if that cry was from pleasure, pain, or some twisted combination of both, and he quickly raised a hand to gently caress the side of Jinki's face, a look of worry crossing over his features.
"Hyung, is this okay?" Minho asked, concern evident in his voice. He wasn't immediately met with a response, but when Jinki's eyes opened the lust was still prominent, shining with something else lingering beneath the glossy surface. It tugged at something deep inside Minho's chest, but before he could say anything about it, Jinki did this delicious body wave that made tremors run through Minho's body.
"Move."
The command was completely opposite of what Jinki had just been spouting not three minutes prior; it was sure, confident, and absolutely demanding. Minho couldn't find it in him to do anything else but obey - he pulled out and drove home in a quick, powerful thrust, and whatever streak of dominance the leader had been experiencing must have been thrown out of the window, because he was a whimpering mess once again as Minho started up a brutal pace. Jinki's legs first wound around Minho's hips, the younger boys' sharp hip bones hitting his inner thighs and starting to create bruises on the soft skin, but Minho grunted and lifted Jinki's right knee to be draped over his left shoulder, changing the angle and the pace dramatically.
Jinki howled, one hand fisting the duvet and wrinkling it beyond repair - Kibum-umma was going to have a fit later - his other hand clawing at Minho's strong back leaving angry red marks and bringing the blood to the surface of flushed skin. Blunt nails broke said flesh and Minho hissed in a mixture of pain and surprise pleasure, his pace increasing. Jinki was wailing at the top of his lungs - harder, faster, deeper, fuck me so hard Minho - and after a few more thrusts Minho stopped abruptly to switch positions. Without his cock ever leaving the tight vice, he flipped Jinki onto his hands and knes, strong hands gripping the hyungs' hips hard enough to bruise even more flesh as he pistoned in and out.
"Fuck -- Minho! Christ -- Yes -- Fuuuuck--!"
It wasn't long before they reached completion, Minho's hand never once touching Jinki's aching, dripping cock. Jinki expended himself onto the sheets beneath them and Minho let out a low growl, his orgasm approaching quickly with the sudden clamping of Jinki's inner muscles. Pulling out just before climax, Minho let his seed spurt out onto Jinki's lower back, painting it a beautiful pearly white, hot and sticky as they both collapsed onto the bed, panting, sweating, and absolutely sated.
For a while, the room was filled with nothing but pants and sighs, mostly from Jinki, as both boys tried to recollect their thoughts and gather their bearings. Minho propped himself up on an elbow and glanced down at Jinki, who had his eyes blissfully shut, laying on his side to face his dongsaeng. In all honesty, Jinki was... stunningly handsome. Minho reached out and gently traced his fingertips over to his leaders' cheek bones, down to his rosy lips, and then back up again to tuck a lock of hair behind a flushed ear. Almond orbs opened to peer up at the younger male, and that trademark smile blossomed on Jinki's face.
Minho decided that he didn't want to break that smile.
He decided that he preferred it on a flushed, sated, completely naughty face.
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Later that night, Minho and Jinki were sitting on the couch, cuddled close together and watching television. Taemin was the first to come back - he took a quick shower before joining his two hyung on the couch, on the other side of Minho snuggling close to the lanky member. He couldn't see it, but beneath the blankets Minho and Jinki's hands were tightly clasped together, fingers interlocked.
Jonghyun and Kibum arrived shortly after, Jonghyun whining and bitching about all of the God damn bags he had to carry and how ridiculous it was that Kibum was carrying a perfume bottle only, and Kibum calling out saying that he bought dinner and it would be prepared in a few moments.
Jonghyun disappeared into the bedroom for a moment but returned quickly, a bit red in the face as he zoomed into the kitchen. Kibum paused in setting the dinner out on the counter from the bags, raising a brow towards to singer.
"What?" Kibum asked, before resuming his unpacking.
"Er, nothing, just saw something... a bit disturbing," Jonghyun said, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.
The other brow raised on Kibum's face, but he shrugged, "Did Taemin forget to put his dirty laundry in the hamper?"
"No..." Jonghyun glanced over at Jinki and Minho, who were sitting unawares on the couch. "Jinki left his laptop open, and..." He shook his head and shuddered, before he started to help Kibum. "Never mind. I'd rather forget I even saw it."
Back in the bedroom, Jinki's laptop was glowing happily in the dark, the page on the screen displaying an animated .gif of Minho and Jinki engaged in a fierce lip-lock.