Long Distance Lover
Title: Long Distance Lover
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Lmao welcome back my sangtae. If you read this and you read between the lines you’ll see what this is really about.
goyangi I LOVE YOU, YOU SEXY FUCK, UNF, GET INTO MY BED RIGHT NOW.
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Dinojong has just signed on.
Kibummie: hey lover~
Dinojong: hello yourself, cutie.
Kibum licked his lips and blushed lightly. It was strange how just three words on his computer screen could make his heart jump out of his chest and splatter on his monitor. Getting more comfortable in his ridiculously, and decidedly un comfortable computer chair, Kibum raised his fingers to type back.
Kibummie: how was your day?
And so the conversation started and Kibum smiled stupidly at his screen, taking in the compliments and the sweet, short phrases that the other was throwing at him. He and Jonghyun had only known each other for a few weeks, over the internet no less; they posted on the same forum and had their own little followings of fans, and somehow one of Kibum’s fans managed to throw them together and they just couldn’t get enough of each other.
Most of it was blatant innuendoes and intense, heavy flirting, but underneath it they had a deep understanding of each other, keeping up on the others’ blogs and offering advice when and where they could.
Kibum would go to school, do all of his coursework and be the model student. He was good at his studies and he was admired by teachers and students both; but even so, his mind was always occupied.
Maybe it was a bit weird, a little over-obsessed, but something about Jonghyun was just magnetic.
They had exchanged pictures and that only seemed to fuel the fire - Kibum was attracted to Jonghyun because of his slightly cocky attitude and his beautiful writing, as well as that gorgeous face attached to that gorgeous body, and damn if the boy wasn’t mysterious. They webcammed here and there to get a better feel for each other, make it feel like the distance between them was lesser, but there was still that slight ache in Kibum’s heart when Jonghyun signed off, or when Jonghyun wasn’t around.
There was an ache not only in Kibum’s heart, but in his groin - his previous boyfriend had broken up with him after not putting out for two months straight, and Kibum was on his final straw of sexual frustration. It especially didn’t help that he knew Jonghyun was willing - God, as if he didn’t say it enough in a conversation - but nothing could be done because of the distance. That made the aches harder and deeper and oftentimes Kibum let out frustrated growls, sometimes yells, into his single dorm, trying to vent some of his anger about the situation.
But his venting was unheard, his prayers unanswered, and his dick still irritatingly hard.
One day, Kibum was sitting in class with his cheek in his palm, staring ahead at the blackboard, all of the letters and numbers blurring together. He had been in a rush that morning so he was wearing glasses instead of contacts, but they had slipped down to the edge of his nose and he was too lazy to push them back up so he could see properly. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he jumped slightly, startling the girl next to him, as he pulled it out and read the display.
New Message!
From: Jonghyun
Message: Video call me when you get out of school. I have a surprise for you.
One of the good things that came out of living in an Asian country was their high-end technological products. Finally a working video phone that didn’t lag, had amazing picture quality and sound as well had made its way onto the market and Kibum had snatched it up right away. Of course it was mostly compatible with other phones of its kind but Jonghyun had gotten one as well.
That way, the distance between Jeju Island and Seoul wasn’t so large.
Smiling, Kibum quickly typed his acquiescence to the request, and then impatiently waited for his class to end. The bell rang and class was dismissed, Kibum gathering up his belongings and bowing to the teacher before zooming out of the room and onto the campus. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and connected the call to Jonghyun, who picked up on the second ring.
“Yo, cutie,” Jonghyun greeted, his face sunny and smiling. He was outside in the sunshine and walking around somewhere.
“I thought it was raining on the island today?” Kibum asked curiously, as he looked away from the screen to look both ways and then hold his hand up before crossing the street, to the other side that would take him to his bus station.
“Yeah, it’s like a hurricane there!”
Kibum suddenly stopped walking, and a young girl (the same one he had startled in class) crashed into his back and scoffed as she moved past him. But Kibum was too busy staring at his phone in disbelief, Jonghyun’s amused smile suddenly not so amusing to Kibum.
“There? You mean ‘here’, right? Because that’s where you live.” Kibum wanted to reiterate what Jonghyun had said, just to make sure.
“No you retard, I was grammatically correct. Because if I would have said ‘here’ then that would mean that I was in the Jeju-do region. Alas, I am not.”
His smirk was all kinds of cocky and Kibum grumbled as he got onto the bus and ignored the people staring at him and his fancy phone. He stuck headphones in his ears and leaned back against the seat, arching a brow at the older boy.
“So then where are you?”
“Ah well that’s a secret for now.”
Kibum grit his teeth; Jonghyun liked to play games with him, tease him until no tomorrow but God damn it sometimes he wanted Jonghyun to be close to him just so he could punch him square in the mouth.
“Are you almost home?”
“Yeah.” Kibum watched as Jonghyun entered a building and winked at the phone.
“Alright. Get on cam when you’re settled in. I’ll see you there.”
And just like that Jonghyun disconnected the video call, leaving Kibum not only irritated, but curious. And God those things put together absolutely sucked. The next ten minutes spent riding along to his dorm area was just plain annoying, as he ignored all of the people around him once more and then got off without a word, heading towards his complex.
A sense of déjà vu flashed through him, seeing the entry way, but he dismissed it as he got into the door step and headed up the two flights of stairs to his room. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, dropping his bag on his bed and keys on the table as he moved over to his computer and flopped into the chair, wincing and cursing himself for forgetting about how damn uncomfortable it was. He wiggled his mouse and waited for everything to kick on, and then turned on his webcam, surprised to see Jonghyun already waiting for him.
“There you are cutie.”
Kibum blushed, and huffed, “God you’re such a dick.”
Jonghyun merely shrugged; he was reclined in his computer chair, the familiar computer chair that Kibum was used to, but he was in a different room. Arching a brow, Kibum surveyed the new surroundings for a bit, before he gave Jonghyun a rather deadpan look.
“You moved.”
“Bingo.~”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kibum sat back in his chair and turned on his iTunes, keeping the volume low.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Jonghyun pouted in a way that made him look way too much like a puppy.
To keep himself from giving in to said pout, Kibum picked up a nail file and reclined, busying himself on his poor hands that he’d neglected for a week due to stress studying for the finals.
“I don’t see how you moving benefits me,” Kibum said off-handedly, adding a bit of snark to it as he arched a brow and glanced up at the monitor, only to choke on his spit with what he saw.
Jonghyun was still reclined in his chair, but his hand was down his pants, the dirtiest, raunchiest, rottenest and evil expression on his face as he bit his lip and let out a soft sound. Kibum was frozen in his chair - they had never done anything like this! - mouth slightly ajar as Jonghyun’s hips pushed up into his hand.
One of the good things about living in an Asian country version 2.0: Flawless webcams with no lag, no pixilation, and HD sound and picture quality.
Kibum was cursing and thanking his mother land all at once as Jonghyun let out a slight huff, his hips lifting up as his pants slid off of his hips and his cock sprang out into the open air. Kibum’s mouth went dry at the sight and his pants tightened, the file dropping out of his fingers as he stared, transfixed, at the screen.
He vaguely remembered that he hadn’t locked his door, but fuck it, there were only a handful of students in this dorm and none of them were his friends.
Jonghyun closed his eyes and tilted his head back, exposing his neck, and Kibum watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, before his eyes trailed down Jonghyun’s perfect, slender torso, past his navel, and then to the hard cock that the vocal major was stroking. Licking his lips, Kibum sat back in his chair and decided that hell no was he going to stop this; he was going to enjoy it for all its worth because obviously this is what Jonghyun had wanted to surprise him with.
And Kibum couldn’t have been happier, as he lifted his shirt up some and then slowly started to palm his growing hard-on through his jeans.
“Ngh, Kibum…” Jonghyun panted, punctuating his sentence with a moan that was so delicious it was almost like Jonghyun was there in the room with him. The older boy’s hips bucked up into his hands and his thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, the organ throbbing and leaking out some pre-cum as he hissed and started to pump himself solidly.
Eyes still transfixed on what was happening on his screen, Kibum knew his camera was on and he knew that Jonghyun could look up and see him at any time. He was only being a voyeur because Jonghyun was putting on a show and damn damn damn was it a good one. They joked often about what they liked and what they could do in bed, often going into detail, and Kibum had always thought that Jonghyun would be the perfect lover, someone who could match his own experience and then maybe even teach him a thing or two.
Kibum slid his pants down his hips to his thighs and wriggled his boxers down as well, gripping the base of his shaft and hissing slightly, a strangled whimper leaving his mouth.
“Ngh, yeah babe…” Jonghyun’s voice filtered through Kibum’s speakers and shot straight down the younger man’s dick. “You’re so fucking sexy…”
Kibum’s body flushed with the words and the tone of voice, cheeks heating up as he started to stroke himself, watching Jonghyun’s cock and hand and matching his timing. His body shuddered and his thighs quaked; he spread them and tilted his head back, dropping his jaw open and panting lightly.
“That’s right,” Jonghyun’s voice continued to drift through the speakers and into Kibum’s head. “Stroke yourself off.”
Dirty talk was something that Kibum loved, loved loved loved, but never got enough of in his escapades. The fact that he hadn’t told Jonghyun about that little fetish and the other still knew, it was making Kibum’s mind fuzzy and he couldn’t concentrate properly on any one coherent thought. His hips bucked into his hand, seeking more friction, and the next words he heard nearly made him cream himself right there.
“I wanna watch you finger fuck yourself, Kibum.”
Letting out a whimper, Kibum could only comply as he stuck three fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and salivating excessively to get the proper coating on them before drifting them down to his entrance. He opened his eyes to look his side of the monitor, spreading and adjusting his legs to give Jonghyun the perfect angle as he slipped a finger inside of him.
Two months really wasn’t that long, but Kibum hadn’t even fingered himself in the mean time, so he had to get used to the sensations all over again. But knowing that Jonghyun was watching his every move was making his skin crawl and his nerves tingle, and even though he had never done this sort of thing before, with the internet and the webcams and some guy that he basically didn’t know, he wanted to put on the best show that Jonghyun had ever seen.
Tossing his head back and moaning lowly, Kibum could feel his body overheating as he worked two fingers inside of his body, scissoring them a bit before crooking them in the proper way that he knew would send jolts of pleasure through his body. And sure enough, after a few thrusts, Kibum’s body spasmed and he bucked, letting out a high pitched keen as he squeezed his eyes shut and fucked his fingers with vigor, the sensation wonderful but still vaguely dissatisfying.
When the only sound that met his ears was that of his own panting, Kibum cracked his eyes open, only to see Jonghyun’s computer chair empty and the door in the background open. Frowning and cursing, instantly getting pissed off at the fact that Jonghyun had left in the middle of such a thing, Kibum stood up and kicked his chair away - and then nearly screamed as hands clamped down on his hips, a strange yet familiar warmth coming from the fingertips as he was pushed forward onto his desk.
His eyes caught sight of his side of the monitor, and his heart nearly leapt out of his throat as he saw those hands that lead up to strong arms, beautiful shoulders, an edible neck and then finally…
Jonghyun’s smiling face.
“Jonghyun!”
“Surprise.~”
Kibum couldn’t even greet him properly before Jonghyun was bending him over the desk, something hard, hot and blunt running over the crack of his ass. Kibum whimpered and shamelessly bucked back into it, his mind and body on overload from the fact that the object of his fantasies was standing behind him, rutting against him, getting ready to fuck him.
“I’ve wanted this since the day we met,” Jonghyun whispered, his voice thick and laced with lust as he spoke directly into Kibum’s ear; his tongue laved out and licked at the shell before playing with the conch piercing on the inside, making Kibum squirm and writhe beneath him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Shut the hell up and fuck me!”
Kibum rocked back and apparently that was all Jonghyun needed, because suddenly Kibum’s body was being split in half in the best way possible and he howled, clutching onto the side and the back of his desk as Jonghyun rammed his cock into his hole, abusing it and giving it exactly what it needed. The pace was rough, it was quick, and the weight of Jonghyun’s chest on his back, the smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat mixed with his shampoo, the knowledge that Kibum’s walking wet dream was fucking him into oblivion - well you wouldn’t have lasted too long either now, would you have?
Riding it out as long as he could, Kibum let out a long, languid moan as he felt his body tense and the heat become unbearable, like his skin was going to melt off of his body, and Jonghyun reached around to fist his cock in time with his thrusts, Kibum finally losing it and releasing with the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had in his entire life.
Jonghyun followed soon after, Kibum’s insides warming up by quite a few degrees before Jonghyun pulled out, the sound of his body thudding into Kibum’s computer chair audible as the younger man tried to keep himself upright.
“God, Jonghyun…” he panted, as he turned around and finally witnessed that smirk face-to-face, suddenly deciding that it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen on the planet.
Jonghyun arched a brow and shrugged, “Maybe I should have taken you to dinner first?”
Kibum rolled his eyes and smacked Jonghyun’s leg, now registering why Jonghyun’s video call had looked so familiar.
Jonghyun had moved into his dorm, Jonghyun had moved all the way up to Seoul to be with him, and Jonghyun…
Well, Jonghyun was still an asshole, but it was easy to forget that fact when he stood up and pressed the sweetest of sweet kisses to Kibum’s lips.
“Your computer chair is really uncomfortable, you know?”
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Lmao welcome back my sangtae. If you read this and you read between the lines you’ll see what this is really about.
goyangi I LOVE YOU, YOU SEXY FUCK, UNF, GET INTO MY BED RIGHT NOW.
Hey guys! Check out my tumblr ! *lol shameless plug*
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Dinojong has just signed on.
Kibummie: hey lover~
Dinojong: hello yourself, cutie.
Kibum licked his lips and blushed lightly. It was strange how just three words on his computer screen could make his heart jump out of his chest and splatter on his monitor. Getting more comfortable in his ridiculously, and decidedly un comfortable computer chair, Kibum raised his fingers to type back.
Kibummie: how was your day?
And so the conversation started and Kibum smiled stupidly at his screen, taking in the compliments and the sweet, short phrases that the other was throwing at him. He and Jonghyun had only known each other for a few weeks, over the internet no less; they posted on the same forum and had their own little followings of fans, and somehow one of Kibum’s fans managed to throw them together and they just couldn’t get enough of each other.
Most of it was blatant innuendoes and intense, heavy flirting, but underneath it they had a deep understanding of each other, keeping up on the others’ blogs and offering advice when and where they could.
Kibum would go to school, do all of his coursework and be the model student. He was good at his studies and he was admired by teachers and students both; but even so, his mind was always occupied.
Maybe it was a bit weird, a little over-obsessed, but something about Jonghyun was just magnetic.
They had exchanged pictures and that only seemed to fuel the fire - Kibum was attracted to Jonghyun because of his slightly cocky attitude and his beautiful writing, as well as that gorgeous face attached to that gorgeous body, and damn if the boy wasn’t mysterious. They webcammed here and there to get a better feel for each other, make it feel like the distance between them was lesser, but there was still that slight ache in Kibum’s heart when Jonghyun signed off, or when Jonghyun wasn’t around.
There was an ache not only in Kibum’s heart, but in his groin - his previous boyfriend had broken up with him after not putting out for two months straight, and Kibum was on his final straw of sexual frustration. It especially didn’t help that he knew Jonghyun was willing - God, as if he didn’t say it enough in a conversation - but nothing could be done because of the distance. That made the aches harder and deeper and oftentimes Kibum let out frustrated growls, sometimes yells, into his single dorm, trying to vent some of his anger about the situation.
But his venting was unheard, his prayers unanswered, and his dick still irritatingly hard.
One day, Kibum was sitting in class with his cheek in his palm, staring ahead at the blackboard, all of the letters and numbers blurring together. He had been in a rush that morning so he was wearing glasses instead of contacts, but they had slipped down to the edge of his nose and he was too lazy to push them back up so he could see properly. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he jumped slightly, startling the girl next to him, as he pulled it out and read the display.
New Message!
From: Jonghyun
Message: Video call me when you get out of school. I have a surprise for you.
One of the good things that came out of living in an Asian country was their high-end technological products. Finally a working video phone that didn’t lag, had amazing picture quality and sound as well had made its way onto the market and Kibum had snatched it up right away. Of course it was mostly compatible with other phones of its kind but Jonghyun had gotten one as well.
That way, the distance between Jeju Island and Seoul wasn’t so large.
Smiling, Kibum quickly typed his acquiescence to the request, and then impatiently waited for his class to end. The bell rang and class was dismissed, Kibum gathering up his belongings and bowing to the teacher before zooming out of the room and onto the campus. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and connected the call to Jonghyun, who picked up on the second ring.
“Yo, cutie,” Jonghyun greeted, his face sunny and smiling. He was outside in the sunshine and walking around somewhere.
“I thought it was raining on the island today?” Kibum asked curiously, as he looked away from the screen to look both ways and then hold his hand up before crossing the street, to the other side that would take him to his bus station.
“Yeah, it’s like a hurricane there!”
Kibum suddenly stopped walking, and a young girl (the same one he had startled in class) crashed into his back and scoffed as she moved past him. But Kibum was too busy staring at his phone in disbelief, Jonghyun’s amused smile suddenly not so amusing to Kibum.
“There? You mean ‘here’, right? Because that’s where you live.” Kibum wanted to reiterate what Jonghyun had said, just to make sure.
“No you retard, I was grammatically correct. Because if I would have said ‘here’ then that would mean that I was in the Jeju-do region. Alas, I am not.”
His smirk was all kinds of cocky and Kibum grumbled as he got onto the bus and ignored the people staring at him and his fancy phone. He stuck headphones in his ears and leaned back against the seat, arching a brow at the older boy.
“So then where are you?”
“Ah well that’s a secret for now.”
Kibum grit his teeth; Jonghyun liked to play games with him, tease him until no tomorrow but God damn it sometimes he wanted Jonghyun to be close to him just so he could punch him square in the mouth.
“Are you almost home?”
“Yeah.” Kibum watched as Jonghyun entered a building and winked at the phone.
“Alright. Get on cam when you’re settled in. I’ll see you there.”
And just like that Jonghyun disconnected the video call, leaving Kibum not only irritated, but curious. And God those things put together absolutely sucked. The next ten minutes spent riding along to his dorm area was just plain annoying, as he ignored all of the people around him once more and then got off without a word, heading towards his complex.
A sense of déjà vu flashed through him, seeing the entry way, but he dismissed it as he got into the door step and headed up the two flights of stairs to his room. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, dropping his bag on his bed and keys on the table as he moved over to his computer and flopped into the chair, wincing and cursing himself for forgetting about how damn uncomfortable it was. He wiggled his mouse and waited for everything to kick on, and then turned on his webcam, surprised to see Jonghyun already waiting for him.
“There you are cutie.”
Kibum blushed, and huffed, “God you’re such a dick.”
Jonghyun merely shrugged; he was reclined in his computer chair, the familiar computer chair that Kibum was used to, but he was in a different room. Arching a brow, Kibum surveyed the new surroundings for a bit, before he gave Jonghyun a rather deadpan look.
“You moved.”
“Bingo.~”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kibum sat back in his chair and turned on his iTunes, keeping the volume low.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Jonghyun pouted in a way that made him look way too much like a puppy.
To keep himself from giving in to said pout, Kibum picked up a nail file and reclined, busying himself on his poor hands that he’d neglected for a week due to stress studying for the finals.
“I don’t see how you moving benefits me,” Kibum said off-handedly, adding a bit of snark to it as he arched a brow and glanced up at the monitor, only to choke on his spit with what he saw.
Jonghyun was still reclined in his chair, but his hand was down his pants, the dirtiest, raunchiest, rottenest and evil expression on his face as he bit his lip and let out a soft sound. Kibum was frozen in his chair - they had never done anything like this! - mouth slightly ajar as Jonghyun’s hips pushed up into his hand.
One of the good things about living in an Asian country version 2.0: Flawless webcams with no lag, no pixilation, and HD sound and picture quality.
Kibum was cursing and thanking his mother land all at once as Jonghyun let out a slight huff, his hips lifting up as his pants slid off of his hips and his cock sprang out into the open air. Kibum’s mouth went dry at the sight and his pants tightened, the file dropping out of his fingers as he stared, transfixed, at the screen.
He vaguely remembered that he hadn’t locked his door, but fuck it, there were only a handful of students in this dorm and none of them were his friends.
Jonghyun closed his eyes and tilted his head back, exposing his neck, and Kibum watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, before his eyes trailed down Jonghyun’s perfect, slender torso, past his navel, and then to the hard cock that the vocal major was stroking. Licking his lips, Kibum sat back in his chair and decided that hell no was he going to stop this; he was going to enjoy it for all its worth because obviously this is what Jonghyun had wanted to surprise him with.
And Kibum couldn’t have been happier, as he lifted his shirt up some and then slowly started to palm his growing hard-on through his jeans.
“Ngh, Kibum…” Jonghyun panted, punctuating his sentence with a moan that was so delicious it was almost like Jonghyun was there in the room with him. The older boy’s hips bucked up into his hands and his thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, the organ throbbing and leaking out some pre-cum as he hissed and started to pump himself solidly.
Eyes still transfixed on what was happening on his screen, Kibum knew his camera was on and he knew that Jonghyun could look up and see him at any time. He was only being a voyeur because Jonghyun was putting on a show and damn damn damn was it a good one. They joked often about what they liked and what they could do in bed, often going into detail, and Kibum had always thought that Jonghyun would be the perfect lover, someone who could match his own experience and then maybe even teach him a thing or two.
Kibum slid his pants down his hips to his thighs and wriggled his boxers down as well, gripping the base of his shaft and hissing slightly, a strangled whimper leaving his mouth.
“Ngh, yeah babe…” Jonghyun’s voice filtered through Kibum’s speakers and shot straight down the younger man’s dick. “You’re so fucking sexy…”
Kibum’s body flushed with the words and the tone of voice, cheeks heating up as he started to stroke himself, watching Jonghyun’s cock and hand and matching his timing. His body shuddered and his thighs quaked; he spread them and tilted his head back, dropping his jaw open and panting lightly.
“That’s right,” Jonghyun’s voice continued to drift through the speakers and into Kibum’s head. “Stroke yourself off.”
Dirty talk was something that Kibum loved, loved loved loved, but never got enough of in his escapades. The fact that he hadn’t told Jonghyun about that little fetish and the other still knew, it was making Kibum’s mind fuzzy and he couldn’t concentrate properly on any one coherent thought. His hips bucked into his hand, seeking more friction, and the next words he heard nearly made him cream himself right there.
“I wanna watch you finger fuck yourself, Kibum.”
Letting out a whimper, Kibum could only comply as he stuck three fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and salivating excessively to get the proper coating on them before drifting them down to his entrance. He opened his eyes to look his side of the monitor, spreading and adjusting his legs to give Jonghyun the perfect angle as he slipped a finger inside of him.
Two months really wasn’t that long, but Kibum hadn’t even fingered himself in the mean time, so he had to get used to the sensations all over again. But knowing that Jonghyun was watching his every move was making his skin crawl and his nerves tingle, and even though he had never done this sort of thing before, with the internet and the webcams and some guy that he basically didn’t know, he wanted to put on the best show that Jonghyun had ever seen.
Tossing his head back and moaning lowly, Kibum could feel his body overheating as he worked two fingers inside of his body, scissoring them a bit before crooking them in the proper way that he knew would send jolts of pleasure through his body. And sure enough, after a few thrusts, Kibum’s body spasmed and he bucked, letting out a high pitched keen as he squeezed his eyes shut and fucked his fingers with vigor, the sensation wonderful but still vaguely dissatisfying.
When the only sound that met his ears was that of his own panting, Kibum cracked his eyes open, only to see Jonghyun’s computer chair empty and the door in the background open. Frowning and cursing, instantly getting pissed off at the fact that Jonghyun had left in the middle of such a thing, Kibum stood up and kicked his chair away - and then nearly screamed as hands clamped down on his hips, a strange yet familiar warmth coming from the fingertips as he was pushed forward onto his desk.
His eyes caught sight of his side of the monitor, and his heart nearly leapt out of his throat as he saw those hands that lead up to strong arms, beautiful shoulders, an edible neck and then finally…
Jonghyun’s smiling face.
“Jonghyun!”
“Surprise.~”
Kibum couldn’t even greet him properly before Jonghyun was bending him over the desk, something hard, hot and blunt running over the crack of his ass. Kibum whimpered and shamelessly bucked back into it, his mind and body on overload from the fact that the object of his fantasies was standing behind him, rutting against him, getting ready to fuck him.
“I’ve wanted this since the day we met,” Jonghyun whispered, his voice thick and laced with lust as he spoke directly into Kibum’s ear; his tongue laved out and licked at the shell before playing with the conch piercing on the inside, making Kibum squirm and writhe beneath him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Shut the hell up and fuck me!”
Kibum rocked back and apparently that was all Jonghyun needed, because suddenly Kibum’s body was being split in half in the best way possible and he howled, clutching onto the side and the back of his desk as Jonghyun rammed his cock into his hole, abusing it and giving it exactly what it needed. The pace was rough, it was quick, and the weight of Jonghyun’s chest on his back, the smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat mixed with his shampoo, the knowledge that Kibum’s walking wet dream was fucking him into oblivion - well you wouldn’t have lasted too long either now, would you have?
Riding it out as long as he could, Kibum let out a long, languid moan as he felt his body tense and the heat become unbearable, like his skin was going to melt off of his body, and Jonghyun reached around to fist his cock in time with his thrusts, Kibum finally losing it and releasing with the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had in his entire life.
Jonghyun followed soon after, Kibum’s insides warming up by quite a few degrees before Jonghyun pulled out, the sound of his body thudding into Kibum’s computer chair audible as the younger man tried to keep himself upright.
“God, Jonghyun…” he panted, as he turned around and finally witnessed that smirk face-to-face, suddenly deciding that it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen on the planet.
Jonghyun arched a brow and shrugged, “Maybe I should have taken you to dinner first?”
Kibum rolled his eyes and smacked Jonghyun’s leg, now registering why Jonghyun’s video call had looked so familiar.
Jonghyun had moved into his dorm, Jonghyun had moved all the way up to Seoul to be with him, and Jonghyun…
Well, Jonghyun was still an asshole, but it was easy to forget that fact when he stood up and pressed the sweetest of sweet kisses to Kibum’s lips.
“Your computer chair is really uncomfortable, you know?”