snake skin pt ii; jaejoong/jonghyun, jonghyun/key
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part i
Jonghyun slid into the backseat of the car nervously.
Jaejoong tossed him a grin from the passenger’s seat as they pulled away from his apartment building. “Hey.”
“H-hey.”
“I thought you said he wanted this,” Yoochun said from behind the wheel.
“I-I do,” Jonghyun said quickly, before they could think otherwise.
“He’s just nervous,” Jaejoong defended slyly. “You were like that too our first time.”
Yoochun snorted but didn’t reply.
“So, I forgot to tell you,” Jaejoong said smoothly. “There’s one condition.”
Jonghyun tensed. “What’s that?”
Jaejoong glanced sideways at Yoochun, who looked up into the rearview mirror with dark eyes.
“I get to watch,” Yoochun said in a deep, gravely voice.
Jonghyun swallowed and tried not to let it get to him.
“That’s okay, right?” Jaejoong asked easily. He was all smiles.
“Y-yeah,” Jonghyun stuttered.
“This was actually Yoochun’s idea,” Jaejoong continued. “He’s weird and kinky and likes to do odd things like watch instead of participate.”
Yoochun glanced at him, and Jaejoong grinned easily.
“He’s wanted to do this for a while,” Jaejoong elaborated. “But there aren’t many candidates keen on discretion. Besides,” he added, “it’ll be fun. We’ll give you some tips for Key-sshi.”
Jonghyun’s cheeks flushed prettily.
Jaejoong smirked. “This’ll be tons of fun,” he corrected slyly.
The rest of the trip passed in silence, though from the back Jonghyun could see Jaejoong whispering to Yoochun and rubbing his thigh suggestively.
He couldn’t tell if it was a good idea anymore. A part of him was intensely curious about Jaejoong and sleeping with him. The other part felt guilty because he wasn’t with Kibum. He couldn’t go back on his word now, not when he was so far in.
“We’re here,” Jaejoong sang, clicking the door open and stepping out before Yoochun had even taken the key out of the ignition.
Jonghyun followed him silently. They were in front of a large, elegant house.
Jaejoong tossed Yoochun a meaningful look. “They’re visiting my father in America,” Yoochun said.
Jonghyun’s heart froze. They were at Yoochun’s house?
Jaejoong hopped up the stairs two at a time and slipped his keys out of his pocket easily. He unlocked the front door and held it open for Jonghyun with a goofy grin.
“Shoes off, please,” Yoochun said politely.
Jonghyun was unnerved. He slipped his shoes off carefully and tucked them off to the side, fidgeting as he waited for them.
Jaejoong clicked the lock shut with a snap of his fingers. He turned soft eyes on Jonghyun. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes,” Jonghyun replied quietly.
Yoochun wandered off, and Jaejoong wrapped his arm around Jonghyun’s waist, guiding him further into the house.
“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Jaejoong said soothingly.
It was almost completely dark. Jaejoong fumbled his way into the room and turned on the light by the bed, bathing the room in a soft glow. It was elegant and simple at the same time, and Jonghyun didn’t know whether or not to be comforted by the fact.
“Come here,” Jaejoong said, sitting on the bed.
Jonghyun approached him slowly. Jaejoong smiled indulgently and pulled Jonghyun to his lips. It lacked the familiarity and comfort of Kibum’s lips, but Jaejoong was hot and passionate and experienced. Jonghyun sighed quietly and kissed him back.
Jaejoong’s hands were at his waist, sliding beneath his shirt and pushing it up slowly. Jonghyun pulled it off obligingly.
From behind them, Yoochun whistled. “Not bad,” he murmured.
Jonghyun flushed awkwardly. Jaejoong grinned up at him and accepted the bottle of soju Yoochun handed to him.
“For nerves,” Jaejoong explained, sliding to his feet. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip before promptly leaning down and sliding his mouth over Jonghyun’s, coaxing the cold liquid into his mouth.
Jonghyun moaned softly, allowing Jaejoong to feed him the alcohol through slow, coaxing kisses.
“Lesson number one,” Jaejoong murmured when the bottle was nearly empty. “Unless you’re in a hurry, go slow and take your time. There’s never any fun in quick lays.”
Jonghyun nodded.
Jaejoong pulled away, tugging his shirt off slowly. “Lesson two,” he continued as he unfastened his pants. “Undressing doesn’t have to be a chore.” He grinned and slipped out of his pants.
Jonghyun swallowed nervously as Jaejoong tugged on his belt buckle.
“Your turn,” he whispered, slowly peeling off Jonghyun’s clothes.
He stood there and let Jaejoong undress him reverently, eyes roaming over every inch of supple skin. By the time he was naked, he was too aroused to feel embarrassed, even as Jaejoong eyed his erection appraisingly.
“Lie down,” Jaejoong whispered, and Jonghyun complied lazily.
The older man slipped out of his boxer shorts and crawled onto the bed, hovering over Jonghyun teasingly.
“Still nervous?” Jaejoong asked.
“A little,” Jonghyun admitted.
Jaejoong grinned. “I’ll have to take care of that then,” he said and slithered down the sheets. He grasped Jonghyun gently in his palm and slid his lips around the head of his erection.
Jonghyun groaned softly, throwing his head back into the pillow. Jaejoong’s lips were soft and plump and wrapped hotly around him, and his fist was tight around the base of his cock.
Jonghyun made a strangled noise and came sharply in Jaejoong’s mouth, back taut with tension. He covered his face with the back of his hand and flushed in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry!” he cried, prepared to crawl into a hole and die.
Jaejoong chuckled as he swallowed and slid back up, pulling Jonghyun’s hand away from his face. “It’s okay. You’re young. You’ll get it back up in no time.”
Yoochun laughed deeply, and Jonghyun’s gaze snapped to him where he sat in the corner. He’d forgotten about the other man in the haze of his arousal. Now that he was aware of him, he felt twice as horrible for coming so soon.
Jaejoong nipped sharply on the corner of his jaw before laving his tongue over the skin.
“Lesson three,” Jaejoong said lowly. “Foreplay can be just as good as the sex, if you make it.”
His hand drifted down Jonghyun’s thigh playfully, teasingly. Jonghyun felt his length stirring again, despite his embarrassment. His cheeks flushed pleasantly.
Jaejoong grinned and reached over the side of the bed, tugging out a tube of lubricant and a condom packet.
“You ready?” he asked quietly.
Jonghyun swallowed and nodded, spreading his legs tentatively.
Jaejoong uncapped the tube and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers before pressing his finger against Jonghyun’s opening.
“Relax,” he breathed into his ear as he slowly pushed his finger inside.
Jonghyun couldn’t stop himself from automatically tensing, unused to the intrusion. He exhaled sharply and pushed back.
“Hey,” Jaejoong soothed, brushing back Jonghyun’s hair with his other hand. “Relax.”
“It-” Jonghyun stuttered. “It feels weird.”
“I know,” Jaejoong cooed. “Just concentrate on my voice. You don’t want this to hurt, do you?”
Jonghyun shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists and breathing heavily.
“When you do this with Key,” Jaejoong continued, pressing his lips against the shell of his ear, “make him feel everything. Go slow and feel him unwind around your fingers. Feel how he responds to your touch, and how he opens for you.”
Jonghyun began to relax, slowly loosening.
“That’s it,” Jaejoong encouraged, slowly crooking his finger back and forth. “Are you okay?”
“It feels…” Jonghyun blushed. “Feels good.”
Nuzzling Jonghyun’s cheek, Jaejoong whispered, “Want more?”
Jonghyun’s skin flushed as he nodded jerkily. The older man smiled as he slipped another finger inside carefully, persistent despite the sudden tense of Jonghyun’s body.
“S’okay,” Jonghyun murmured. “I can handle it.”
Jaejoong pressed a kiss to Jonghyun’s angled jaw before sliding down slowly. His fingers slid in and out wetly as he leaned down and carefully wrapped his lips around the tip of Jonghyun’s erection again. He was slower than before, devastatingly slow, moving shallowly up and down as his fingers maintained their slippery movements.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun breathed, back arching. “Hyung, please.”
Jaejoong pulled away enough to whisper, “Patience,” against the head of his cock before diving back down again.
Jonghyun groaned. He felt so aroused, but he couldn’t let himself come again, not so soon. Jaejoong’s fingers delved deep inside of him, touching him so intimately Jonghyun felt almost embarrassed.
Jaejoong pulled away suddenly and slipped his fingers out. Jonghyun made a strange sound in his throat, and Jaejoong chuckled deeply.
“Relax,” he soothed as he applied more lube to his fingers. He moved them back to Jonghyun’s entrance, slipping in a third finger alongside the others.
“Is it good?” he murmured against the skin of Jonghyun’s hip.
“Yes,” Jonghyun moaned, pushing against him. “Please.”
It felt like hours had gone by the time Jaejoong finished, pulling his fingers out and using the excess lube on his fingers to slick Jonghyun’s cock. He tore the condom packet open and unrolled the latex onto his stiff cock before squeezing some lubricant onto his palm and sliding his hand over himself.
Jonghyun looked down at him almost nervously, but Jaejoong merely smiled reassuringly and scooted forward, pressing his cock against the ring of muscle. He gently pressed the head inside, watching Jonghyun part for him.
There was a low sound in Jonghyun’s throat. Jaejoong laughed breathlessly and grabbed his hips in both hands, lifting them, as he slid inside slowly. Jonghyun gasped and fisted the sheets in his hands.
It was a mix of feelings. The slide was pleasurable, and feeling Jaejoong inside of him was nice, but at the same time, he felt extremely exposed and vulnerable, and his muscles were aching.
Jaejoong shifted his thighs and reached up to balance himself with one hand by Jonghyun’s head. He dipped his head into the hollow of Jonghyun’s neck, breathing heavily as he stilled inside of him.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun breathed, feeling almost overwhelmed. “Hyung, I-”
Jaejoong lifted his head and pressed a wet kiss to the corner of Jonghyun’s mouth. “It’s okay,” he soothed, sliding his cock out.
Jonghyun started to say something, but Jaejoong slid back in, and it melted into a strangled moan.
He lifted his hands and wrapped them around Jaejoong’s back, clinging on as Jaejoong began a slow rocking rhythm, stretching him with shallow thrusts. Jaejoong’s fingers dug into his hip, leaving angry red marks, but Jonghyun could barely feel it; all he could concentrate on was the dirty, deep slide of flesh inside him, spreading him open.
“Hyung,” he cried breathlessly, hooking his legs around Jaejoong’s hips. “Please!”
“Shh,” Jaejoong whispered, his hips still sliding back and forth wetly. His other hand trailed down his collar, past the toned muscles of Jonghyun’s torso and wrapped around Jonghyun’s erection.
He choked on his breath, trying desperately to stave off his orgasm. Jaejoong’s fist slid up and down as he increased his pace, thrusting almost painfully into him.
He moved his hand from Jonghyun’s hip and hooked it under his knee instead, spreading his legs wider.
“Good?” Jaejoong breathed, resting his head on Jonghyun’s collar.
“Good,” Jonghyun agreed, sliding his hands beneath the pillow and arching his back.
Jaejoong nipped his skin playfully and squeezed Jonghyun in the palm of his hand. His hips slapped wetly against the back of Jonghyun’s thighs with every deep, aggressive thrust.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong groaned, and he moved his hand away from Jonghyun’s erection to grip his hips roughly, pulling Jonghyun toward him with every thrust.
Jonghyun slid his own hand down and touched himself, his movements creating a counterpoint to Jaejoong’s. It was wet and dirty and he loved every moment.
Jaejoong came suddenly, moaning low in his throat as he spilled into the condom. Jonghyun tossed his head back and tightened the ring of his fingers, jerking his hand erratically. They were joined by Jaejoong’s fingers a moment later, and together they worked his erection until he arched his back and spilled messily over their fingers.
Groaning, Jaejoong pulled out and flopped onto his back next to Jonghyun, idly lifting his hand to his mouth and cleaning off his fingers.
Jonghyun moaned quietly. “That was better than I expected,” he breathed, staring at the ceiling.
Jaejoong laughed, then groaned quietly. When Jonghyun looked over, Yoochun was cupping his face and thoroughly kissing the older man.
He flushed, having forgotten the other man had been there the entire time, watching his lover have sex with someone else. Jonghyun covered himself self-consciously.
Being with Jaejoong had been nice; it’d been everything he’d dreamed of, but a part of him wanted what Jaejoong had with Yoochun. He wanted Kibum to kiss him with the devotion that Yoochun kissed Jaejoong with and to have trust as absolute as they did.
“I think I’d like to go home now,” Jonghyun said.
Jaejoong pulled away from Yoochun and tossed him a grin. “Ready to try it out on Key-sshi?”
Jonghyun flushed in embarrassment as Jaejoong and Yoochun kissed one last time before pulling away.
“I’ll be waiting,” Yoochun said quietly before moving away. He paused after a moment. “Hey, kid,” he called as he walked out of the room. “We got something for you.”
Jonghyun perked up, sitting up in the bed. Jaejoong smirked as he leaned over and opened the nightstand. He pulled out a small gift bag and handed it to Jonghyun.
Jonghyun peered inside curiously. He blushed and glanced at Jaejoong. “Hyung.”
“You’ll need it,” Jaejoong said as he slid of the bed and casually slipped on his pants. “Just don’t use it all up too fast.”
Jonghyun’s cheeks flushed. Inside the bag was a box of condoms, an extra large tube of flavored lubricant and a small and vibrantly-colored pink dildo. Subconsciously, he was dying to use them on Kibum.
--
Jinki was dozing on the sofa when Jonghyun got back, sneaking inside as quietly as he could. He looked almost childish in his bright yellow bunny pajamas, hugging a pillow to his chest with his head tilted back awkwardly on the back of the sofa.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun whispered, shaking him carefully.
Jinki roused slowly, blinking at Jonghyun in confusion.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun said again. “What are you doing up?”
Yawning, Jinki sat up, suddenly more aware of his surroundings. “You went out,” Jinki said flatly, releasing his hold on the pillow.
“Kibum didn’t tell you?” Jonghyun asked, worried. Was Kibum mad at him?
“He did,” Jinki said. “But that’s hardly comforting.”
Jonghyun felt a wave of relief. It was just Jinki being the leader.
“Where’d you go?” Jinki continued.
“I was with Jaejoong-hyung and Yoochun-hyung,” Jonghyun admitted sheepishly.
“At this hour?” He asked reluctantly.
Jonghyun glanced at the clock. It read 2:43. He scratched the back of his head nervously. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
Jinki frowned at him disapprovingly and stood up, wobbling on his legs. Jonghyun grabbed his arm for support. “Just get some sleep,” he said. “Taemin and Minho have to go to school tomorrow, but we still have activities.”
Jonghyun bowed his head. “Yes, leader-sshi,” he said mockingly.
Jinki stared at him oddly. “What did you do anyways?”
Jonghyun flushed and turned away, walking toward their bedroom. “Just hung out and talked and stuff. Jaejoong-hyung was helping me with my… singing.”
“Oh,” Jinki said, though it didn’t sound like he was convinced. He was following Jonghyun slowly, lethargically. “You weren’t, um, doing stuff, were you?”
“Of course I was doing stuff, hyung,” Jonghyun said, playing dumb. He tossed Jinki a glance over his shoulder.
He looked conflicted. “What’s that?” he asked instead.
Jonghyun glanced back again. “Huh?”
“The bag.”
“Just a gift from our hyung-deul,” he said quickly. He opened their bedroom door quietly and peeked inside.
Jinki didn’t say anything as he stumbled his way through the dark and fell onto his bed, instantly asleep.
Jonghyun used the light from his cell phone to guide himself to their bunks. He hid the bag under his pillow and began to undress methodically, opting to wearing just his boxers to bed. He’d cleaned himself before leaving Yoochun’s house, but he still felt nervous, as if they’d know what he had done.
Hesitating, he glanced at his bed, blissfully clean and orderly, and moved instead toward the other bunk. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he hauled himself up, avoiding stepping on Minho’s long limbs, which in itself was a difficult feat.
He ended up sitting on Kibum’s leg, which woke the younger boy up instantly. Kibum’s round eyes gazed blearily up at him in the light from his cell phone. Jonghyun snapped it shut immediately and half-crawled to Kibum’s side, curling up to him naturally.
Kibum yawned and wrapped an arm around him. “I don’t know if this bunk will hold all our weight,” he murmured.
“Have to take the chance,” Jonghyun whispered back.
“How was it?” Kibum asked quietly.
Jonghyun paused and kissed Kibum’s cheek chastely. “Good.”
“Learned some new tricks?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun breathed against his skin. “Have to use them on you when we get the time.”
Jonghyun could feel Kibum’s smile. “Good,” he murmured. “Night.”
“Night,” Jonghyun whispered and closed his eyes.
--
Jonghyun didn’t want to rush it. Sure, sex with Jaejoong had been amazing, but he wanted sex with Kibum to be special. They had started out just fooling around, but Jonghyun liked Kibum, and he didn’t want to mess things up by going too fast.
Kibum wasn’t satisfied with chastity. Every time he pushed Jonghyun into a closet or climbed into his bed, they went a little further every time, Kibum got a little bit more frisky, and Jonghyun lost a little bit of his self-control. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back, and he’d ruin what was supposed to be a special moment.
It was hard, but the romanticist in him was waiting for the perfect time. He didn’t want it to be a quick thing in between performances or filming or recording. Neither did he want to do anything in their shared bedroom even when they had time; bunk beds certainly weren’t all that sexy, and he’d rather die before using anyone else’s bed.
Being in a band narrowed his options considerably.
The perfect time came when they flew to Japan for promotional photoshoots. They were staying in a small hotel in Fukuoka for the night.
“Double up,” their manager had said, and Jonghyun immediately grabbed Kibum’s hand. “They only had two double-bed rooms available, so two of you are going to have to share a bed.”
Jonghyun couldn’t believe his luck. “We’ll take it, hyung,” he said. “We don’t mind sharing a bed.”
He nodded. “Don’t fool around all night,” he continued. “We’ll have to be up early to catch our flight back.”
Jonghyun had smiled naturally and assured him that he and Key would stay out of trouble and the mini-fridge, and away from the phone and room service.
Kibum nearly sprinted into their room when Jonghyun opened the door. Jonghyun followed at a much more leisurely pace, waving goodnight to Taemin before he closed the door.
Kibum was reclined on the bed. “Do we finally get to go all the way?” he asked teasingly.
Jonghyun toed his shoes off next to Kibum’s before he approached him, mounting the bed and climbing on top of him. Without answering, he leaned down and kissed Kibum wetly.
“Seriously?” Kibum gasped into his mouth, tugging on Jonghyun’s hair. “Took you long enough.”
“Shut up,” Jonghyun said fondly. “I wanted it to be special.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t have to be when I’m with you.”
Jonghyun paused. He felt like crying, and not only because of the romantic sentiment. He felt like he’d wasted a seemingly large amount of time and inconvenienced Kibum.
“Hey,” he whispered, cupping Kibum’s face so the younger boy was looking directly into his eyes. “I love you, just so you know.” He hesitated. “I mean-you know.”
Kibum’s expression was almost alarmingly soft. “I know,” he said. “I do too.” After what Kibum had deemed the proper amount of sentimental time, he leaned up and kissed Jonghyun full on the lips. “Now sex me up already.”
Jonghyun couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so demanding,” he joked, poking Kibum in the side. “Why do I put up with you?”
Kibum grinned at him. “Because you love me,” he teased.
“Not anymore I don’t!” Jonghyun exclaimed, rolling off of the younger boy and onto his feet.
“Ugh, throw me out into the streets, why don’t you,” Kibum mumbled.
Jonghyun grinned as he moved toward his overnight bag and zipped it open dramatically. “You’d make the hottest homeless person ever,” Jonghyun assured as he pulled out the essentials.
“Of course I would,” Kibum said vainly. He glanced over at Jonghyun, and a series of emotions crossed his face. “Where’d you get that stuff?”
Jonghyun eyed the box of condom and lube in his hands (he’d hidden the toy in their apartment in Korea, too afraid to even consider using it) before placing them on the nightstand.
“Hyung-deul gave them to me,” he said. “To us.”
He didn’t know if Kibum looked happy or angry. Finally, he settled on grateful and a little nervous.
Jonghyun kneeled above him on the bed, nudging him with a playful grin. “What happened to the Almighty Key I’m always hearing about?”
Kibum looked somber. “Bling Bling ate him.”
“Do you mean that in a literal sense, or-”
Kibum tugged him down impatiently, lips covering his demandingly.
Jonghyun laughed into it. “Very literal, I see.”
Kibum ignored him in favor of sliding his hand up Jonghyun’s t-shirt and caressing the developing muscles there. Jonghyun reciprocated in kind, pushing Kibum’s shirt up to his armpits and lowering his mouth to his erect nipples.
“Take this off,” he said.
Kibum complied easily, lifting his torso and flinging the garment across the room, before he returned to tug Jonghyun’s shirt up demandingly. Jonghyun was too preoccupied with the lines of Kibum’s chest to notice.
“I know I’m gorgeous,” Kibum said. “But could you stop drooling long enough to take off your clothes?”
Jonghyun grinned and sat up to tug off his shirt before lying back down and aligning their torsos as they kissed messily. Kibum’s fingers ran through his hair and disheveled the perfectly arranged locks into something more suitable to his tastes.
“I want this to be good,” Jonghyun murmured. “I want this to be perfect for you.”
Kibum smiled. “It already is.” He tugged on the waistband of Jonghyun’s pants. “Come on, get these off.”
Jonghyun sat up again and fumbled with his belt, flushing under Kibum’s dark stare. “Good?” he asked, unzipping his jeans.
Kibum just smirked and reached up to help Jonghyun slide the material down his hips and powerful thighs. He had to shift awkwardly several times to peel them off his legs (skinny jeans were not his friend). Kibum watched him in amusement before reaching up to fondle Jonghyun through his boxer shorts.
He released a strangled noise and shot a dark look toward Kibum, licking his lips teasingly as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid them down slowly.
Kibum’s eyes were hot on his skin, and Jonghyun arched his neck up and licked his lips wetly as he slid the remainder of his clothing off.
“You’re a little overdressed now,” he said, fingers reaching down to unfasten Kibum’s pants. Kibum lay pliant beneath his hands, smirking as he allowed Jonghyun to peel the impossibly tight pants off his legs.
He arched his back beautifully when he was naked and tugged Jonghyun down to his lips again, not allowing himself to feel self-conscious of his body.
“You have a thing for kissing,” Jonghyun declared, half-muffled by Kibum’s lips.
“It’s just these lips,” Kibum replied, reaching up to run his thumbs over Jonghyun’s swollen lips. “I keep wondering how they’ll feel around me.”
Jonghyun grinned. “I can help with that.” He slid down Kibum’s body, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to his skin affectionately.
Kibum was already hard and leaking, and he was breathing heavily, head tilted down to watch Jonghyun’s descent.
He grasped Kibum in his hand, sliding up and down experimentally, before he leaned down and kissed the tip. Jonghyun glanced up at Kibum, who moaned and slid his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair again.
Slowly, he dipped his tongue out and ran it over the head, taking just the tip into his mouth. His other hand reached down to cup Kibum’s testicles in his palm, rubbing them together as he tried to take Kibum further into his mouth.
He couldn’t go very far without gagging, so he stuck to the tip and used his hand to massage the base. Kibum’s soft panting encouraged him to work faster, wanting to see the younger boy come.
Kibum tossed his head back against the pillow and tugged sharply on Jonghyun’s hair a second before Jonghyun tasted the bittersweet fluid on his tongue. He pulled his mouth away and let Kibum spill into his hand, his quiet groans shooting straight to Jonghyun’s cock.
He lifted his hand and tentatively licked the substance, frowning as he mulled the taste over. After a moment, he shrugged and ran his tongue over his fingers.
Kibum’s chest was heaving. He glanced down at Jonghyun, and his hand shot out quickly to wrap around Jonghyun’s wrist, raising his hand to his mouth and licking off his own come.
“Tastes different,” Kibum said.
Jonghyun laughed and leaned up to kiss him again, running his hands over the flesh of Kibum’s waist.
After a moment, Kibum pulled away and asked, “Does it hurt?”
Jonghyun shook his head. “It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but I’ll be careful.”
Kibum nodded smartly and fumbled to pick up the box of condoms and lubricant. Jonghyun nipped at his bottom lip as he took them and placed them off to the side.
“You ready?” he asked quietly.
Kibum nodded. “Yeah. Do your worst.”
Jonghyun nudged him pointedly as he reached for the lubricant. “I’ll be careful,” he said again as he slicked his fingers. He handed the tube to Kibum.
“I trust you,” Kibum murmured, shifting his weight and spreading his legs.
Jonghyun brought his hand down to his entrance, tracing the opening before gently pushing one finger inside. Much like Jonghyun had with Jaejoong, Kibum automatically tensed, unused to the intrusion.
“It’s weird,” Kibum said thickly.
Jonghyun nodded distractedly, unbelievably aroused. Kibum was tight around his fingers. It was a strange feeling, surrounded by warmth and muscle. He was excited to feel him around his cock, intimately connected.
He waited until Kibum had relaxed somewhat before gently moving his finger, coaxing him open patiently. His other hand cupped Kibum’s face, watching his expression for any discomfort.
“Kiss me,” Kibum demanded, lips half-parted. Jonghyun immediately complied, eager to feel Kibum’s soft lips beneath his own.
He was breathing hard, clinging onto Jonghyun’s back weakly. Despite the discomfort Kibum was surely feeling, his erection was pressed firmly against Jonghyun’s, unyielding.
“Not bad,” Kibum commented after a while. “It feels sort of nice.”
Jonghyun smiled and kissed him again as he pushed another finger inside, mindful of the tense of Kibum’s body.
“It’s good,” Jonghyun assured. “I wouldn’t do this to you if it wasn’t.”
Kibum’s fingers tightened briefly around Jonghyun’s back. He tilted his head back into the pillow and exhaled sharply, his thighs shifting subtly to spread his legs further. Jonghyun leaned down to press his mouth to Kibum’s neck, laving the soft skin with his tongue and gently nipping.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum breathed. “Too slow.”
Promptly, he slipped another finger inside, tortuously stretching Kibum. After a moment, he sat up and peeked down, watching the way Kibum’s opening parted around his fingers. His mouth dried, and he felt impossibly hard. Impatiently, he slid his fingers out and fumbled for the box of condoms. He pulled a strip out and tore off a packet.
Kibum watched him roll the condom onto his cock with an amused expression as he flipped open the bottle of lubricant. He reached out and grasped Jonghyun’s erection, his fingers slick with lubricant.
Gently guiding Jonghyun to his entrance, he gazed up at the older boy imploringly. Jonghyun leaned down and kissed him messily as he slid forward and pressed against the opening.
He waited a moment before pressing inside slowly, gasping as tight heat enveloped his cock. Kibum tossed his head back and released a long moan.
“Shh,” Jonghyun whispered as he stilled within him. He had never had to work so hard to not come. “The others might hear.”
Kibum covered his mouth with the back of his hand, gazing up at Jonghyun with a heavily pleased expression. He reached up and grabbed Jonghyun’s head, bringing his face down to his level.
“Hurry up and fuck me already,” he breathed, wrapping his legs around Jonghyun’s hips.
Jonghyun lifted his hips up and gently rocked within him. “Damn it, Key,” he hissed. “Fucking tease.”
Kibum smiled and arched his back as Jonghyun slid in and out of him wetly. His nails dug into the smooth skin of Jonghyun’s back, leaving angry red marks in his wake. He felt blind with pleasure, consumed in the heat and the feeling of fullness as Jonghyun rocked into him.
“There’s no question,” Kibum panted.
Jonghyun looked up with glazed eyes, his fingers fisted in the sheets by Kibum’s waist.
“I’m definitely gay,” Kibum finished.
Jonghyun choked out a laugh. “Oh yes,” he agreed breathlessly. His hips slid back and forth sharply, filling Kibum deeply. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”
The bed springs creaked quietly under the movements, and against his desire, Jonghyun slowed down his pace, unwillingly to get them caught. Kibum made a loud noise in protest, and Jonghyun quickly leaned down and covered his mouth.
It felt like he slipped deeper with every thrust, falling into Kibum’s body mindlessly.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum moaned quietly, breathing hard against his lips. “Harder.”
Jonghyun groaned and complied quickly, thrusting into him slowly and sharply at the same time. He lowered his upper body and aligned their chests, allowing Kibum to wrap his arms around Jonghyun’s back and bury his face in Jonghyun’s neck.
It was harder for him to move, but he wanted to wrap his arms around Kibum and hold him close. The heat between them was almost unbearable, and Jonghyun could feel the sheets wet with their sweat. Kibum’s erection was trapped between their bodies, rubbing demandingly every time they moved.
“I can’t-Jonghyun!”
Jonghyun hurried to cover his mouth again, swallowing his breathless cries. He was reminded of a time when he imagined Jaejoong chanting his name as reverently as Kibum was. Now, despite his previous warnings, he wanted to let Kibum be as loud as he wanted, crying out his name like a prayer.
“Kibum-ah,” Jonghyun murmured into his mouth. He moaned a second later when Kibum tightened around him. “Kibum-ah, I love you.”
Kibum curled into him, tightening his grip, and came with a muffled cry. Jonghyun choked out his name as Kibum squeezed around him. Unable to hold out any longer, he pushed deep and came, thrusting erratically to milk his release.
He was almost shaking as he reached down and pulled himself out of Kibum, who was smiling smugly at the ceiling with an immensely satisfied look.
He imagined he probably had a goofy grin on his face as well. Jonghyun slid off the bed and went to the bathroom to retrieve a wet cloth. When he returned, Kibum was stretching lazily. Quickly yet reverently, he cleaned Kibum before pulling off the condom and cleaning himself. He tossed them across the room before hopping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around the younger boy.
“That was nice,” Kibum finally said, tossing Jonghyun a wild grin. “Being gay isn’t so bad.”
Jonghyun smiled and kissed him. “No, not with you.”
part i
Jonghyun slid into the backseat of the car nervously.
Jaejoong tossed him a grin from the passenger’s seat as they pulled away from his apartment building. “Hey.”
“H-hey.”
“I thought you said he wanted this,” Yoochun said from behind the wheel.
“I-I do,” Jonghyun said quickly, before they could think otherwise.
“He’s just nervous,” Jaejoong defended slyly. “You were like that too our first time.”
Yoochun snorted but didn’t reply.
“So, I forgot to tell you,” Jaejoong said smoothly. “There’s one condition.”
Jonghyun tensed. “What’s that?”
Jaejoong glanced sideways at Yoochun, who looked up into the rearview mirror with dark eyes.
“I get to watch,” Yoochun said in a deep, gravely voice.
Jonghyun swallowed and tried not to let it get to him.
“That’s okay, right?” Jaejoong asked easily. He was all smiles.
“Y-yeah,” Jonghyun stuttered.
“This was actually Yoochun’s idea,” Jaejoong continued. “He’s weird and kinky and likes to do odd things like watch instead of participate.”
Yoochun glanced at him, and Jaejoong grinned easily.
“He’s wanted to do this for a while,” Jaejoong elaborated. “But there aren’t many candidates keen on discretion. Besides,” he added, “it’ll be fun. We’ll give you some tips for Key-sshi.”
Jonghyun’s cheeks flushed prettily.
Jaejoong smirked. “This’ll be tons of fun,” he corrected slyly.
The rest of the trip passed in silence, though from the back Jonghyun could see Jaejoong whispering to Yoochun and rubbing his thigh suggestively.
He couldn’t tell if it was a good idea anymore. A part of him was intensely curious about Jaejoong and sleeping with him. The other part felt guilty because he wasn’t with Kibum. He couldn’t go back on his word now, not when he was so far in.
“We’re here,” Jaejoong sang, clicking the door open and stepping out before Yoochun had even taken the key out of the ignition.
Jonghyun followed him silently. They were in front of a large, elegant house.
Jaejoong tossed Yoochun a meaningful look. “They’re visiting my father in America,” Yoochun said.
Jonghyun’s heart froze. They were at Yoochun’s house?
Jaejoong hopped up the stairs two at a time and slipped his keys out of his pocket easily. He unlocked the front door and held it open for Jonghyun with a goofy grin.
“Shoes off, please,” Yoochun said politely.
Jonghyun was unnerved. He slipped his shoes off carefully and tucked them off to the side, fidgeting as he waited for them.
Jaejoong clicked the lock shut with a snap of his fingers. He turned soft eyes on Jonghyun. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes,” Jonghyun replied quietly.
Yoochun wandered off, and Jaejoong wrapped his arm around Jonghyun’s waist, guiding him further into the house.
“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Jaejoong said soothingly.
It was almost completely dark. Jaejoong fumbled his way into the room and turned on the light by the bed, bathing the room in a soft glow. It was elegant and simple at the same time, and Jonghyun didn’t know whether or not to be comforted by the fact.
“Come here,” Jaejoong said, sitting on the bed.
Jonghyun approached him slowly. Jaejoong smiled indulgently and pulled Jonghyun to his lips. It lacked the familiarity and comfort of Kibum’s lips, but Jaejoong was hot and passionate and experienced. Jonghyun sighed quietly and kissed him back.
Jaejoong’s hands were at his waist, sliding beneath his shirt and pushing it up slowly. Jonghyun pulled it off obligingly.
From behind them, Yoochun whistled. “Not bad,” he murmured.
Jonghyun flushed awkwardly. Jaejoong grinned up at him and accepted the bottle of soju Yoochun handed to him.
“For nerves,” Jaejoong explained, sliding to his feet. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip before promptly leaning down and sliding his mouth over Jonghyun’s, coaxing the cold liquid into his mouth.
Jonghyun moaned softly, allowing Jaejoong to feed him the alcohol through slow, coaxing kisses.
“Lesson number one,” Jaejoong murmured when the bottle was nearly empty. “Unless you’re in a hurry, go slow and take your time. There’s never any fun in quick lays.”
Jonghyun nodded.
Jaejoong pulled away, tugging his shirt off slowly. “Lesson two,” he continued as he unfastened his pants. “Undressing doesn’t have to be a chore.” He grinned and slipped out of his pants.
Jonghyun swallowed nervously as Jaejoong tugged on his belt buckle.
“Your turn,” he whispered, slowly peeling off Jonghyun’s clothes.
He stood there and let Jaejoong undress him reverently, eyes roaming over every inch of supple skin. By the time he was naked, he was too aroused to feel embarrassed, even as Jaejoong eyed his erection appraisingly.
“Lie down,” Jaejoong whispered, and Jonghyun complied lazily.
The older man slipped out of his boxer shorts and crawled onto the bed, hovering over Jonghyun teasingly.
“Still nervous?” Jaejoong asked.
“A little,” Jonghyun admitted.
Jaejoong grinned. “I’ll have to take care of that then,” he said and slithered down the sheets. He grasped Jonghyun gently in his palm and slid his lips around the head of his erection.
Jonghyun groaned softly, throwing his head back into the pillow. Jaejoong’s lips were soft and plump and wrapped hotly around him, and his fist was tight around the base of his cock.
Jonghyun made a strangled noise and came sharply in Jaejoong’s mouth, back taut with tension. He covered his face with the back of his hand and flushed in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry!” he cried, prepared to crawl into a hole and die.
Jaejoong chuckled as he swallowed and slid back up, pulling Jonghyun’s hand away from his face. “It’s okay. You’re young. You’ll get it back up in no time.”
Yoochun laughed deeply, and Jonghyun’s gaze snapped to him where he sat in the corner. He’d forgotten about the other man in the haze of his arousal. Now that he was aware of him, he felt twice as horrible for coming so soon.
Jaejoong nipped sharply on the corner of his jaw before laving his tongue over the skin.
“Lesson three,” Jaejoong said lowly. “Foreplay can be just as good as the sex, if you make it.”
His hand drifted down Jonghyun’s thigh playfully, teasingly. Jonghyun felt his length stirring again, despite his embarrassment. His cheeks flushed pleasantly.
Jaejoong grinned and reached over the side of the bed, tugging out a tube of lubricant and a condom packet.
“You ready?” he asked quietly.
Jonghyun swallowed and nodded, spreading his legs tentatively.
Jaejoong uncapped the tube and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers before pressing his finger against Jonghyun’s opening.
“Relax,” he breathed into his ear as he slowly pushed his finger inside.
Jonghyun couldn’t stop himself from automatically tensing, unused to the intrusion. He exhaled sharply and pushed back.
“Hey,” Jaejoong soothed, brushing back Jonghyun’s hair with his other hand. “Relax.”
“It-” Jonghyun stuttered. “It feels weird.”
“I know,” Jaejoong cooed. “Just concentrate on my voice. You don’t want this to hurt, do you?”
Jonghyun shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists and breathing heavily.
“When you do this with Key,” Jaejoong continued, pressing his lips against the shell of his ear, “make him feel everything. Go slow and feel him unwind around your fingers. Feel how he responds to your touch, and how he opens for you.”
Jonghyun began to relax, slowly loosening.
“That’s it,” Jaejoong encouraged, slowly crooking his finger back and forth. “Are you okay?”
“It feels…” Jonghyun blushed. “Feels good.”
Nuzzling Jonghyun’s cheek, Jaejoong whispered, “Want more?”
Jonghyun’s skin flushed as he nodded jerkily. The older man smiled as he slipped another finger inside carefully, persistent despite the sudden tense of Jonghyun’s body.
“S’okay,” Jonghyun murmured. “I can handle it.”
Jaejoong pressed a kiss to Jonghyun’s angled jaw before sliding down slowly. His fingers slid in and out wetly as he leaned down and carefully wrapped his lips around the tip of Jonghyun’s erection again. He was slower than before, devastatingly slow, moving shallowly up and down as his fingers maintained their slippery movements.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun breathed, back arching. “Hyung, please.”
Jaejoong pulled away enough to whisper, “Patience,” against the head of his cock before diving back down again.
Jonghyun groaned. He felt so aroused, but he couldn’t let himself come again, not so soon. Jaejoong’s fingers delved deep inside of him, touching him so intimately Jonghyun felt almost embarrassed.
Jaejoong pulled away suddenly and slipped his fingers out. Jonghyun made a strange sound in his throat, and Jaejoong chuckled deeply.
“Relax,” he soothed as he applied more lube to his fingers. He moved them back to Jonghyun’s entrance, slipping in a third finger alongside the others.
“Is it good?” he murmured against the skin of Jonghyun’s hip.
“Yes,” Jonghyun moaned, pushing against him. “Please.”
It felt like hours had gone by the time Jaejoong finished, pulling his fingers out and using the excess lube on his fingers to slick Jonghyun’s cock. He tore the condom packet open and unrolled the latex onto his stiff cock before squeezing some lubricant onto his palm and sliding his hand over himself.
Jonghyun looked down at him almost nervously, but Jaejoong merely smiled reassuringly and scooted forward, pressing his cock against the ring of muscle. He gently pressed the head inside, watching Jonghyun part for him.
There was a low sound in Jonghyun’s throat. Jaejoong laughed breathlessly and grabbed his hips in both hands, lifting them, as he slid inside slowly. Jonghyun gasped and fisted the sheets in his hands.
It was a mix of feelings. The slide was pleasurable, and feeling Jaejoong inside of him was nice, but at the same time, he felt extremely exposed and vulnerable, and his muscles were aching.
Jaejoong shifted his thighs and reached up to balance himself with one hand by Jonghyun’s head. He dipped his head into the hollow of Jonghyun’s neck, breathing heavily as he stilled inside of him.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun breathed, feeling almost overwhelmed. “Hyung, I-”
Jaejoong lifted his head and pressed a wet kiss to the corner of Jonghyun’s mouth. “It’s okay,” he soothed, sliding his cock out.
Jonghyun started to say something, but Jaejoong slid back in, and it melted into a strangled moan.
He lifted his hands and wrapped them around Jaejoong’s back, clinging on as Jaejoong began a slow rocking rhythm, stretching him with shallow thrusts. Jaejoong’s fingers dug into his hip, leaving angry red marks, but Jonghyun could barely feel it; all he could concentrate on was the dirty, deep slide of flesh inside him, spreading him open.
“Hyung,” he cried breathlessly, hooking his legs around Jaejoong’s hips. “Please!”
“Shh,” Jaejoong whispered, his hips still sliding back and forth wetly. His other hand trailed down his collar, past the toned muscles of Jonghyun’s torso and wrapped around Jonghyun’s erection.
He choked on his breath, trying desperately to stave off his orgasm. Jaejoong’s fist slid up and down as he increased his pace, thrusting almost painfully into him.
He moved his hand from Jonghyun’s hip and hooked it under his knee instead, spreading his legs wider.
“Good?” Jaejoong breathed, resting his head on Jonghyun’s collar.
“Good,” Jonghyun agreed, sliding his hands beneath the pillow and arching his back.
Jaejoong nipped his skin playfully and squeezed Jonghyun in the palm of his hand. His hips slapped wetly against the back of Jonghyun’s thighs with every deep, aggressive thrust.
“Sorry,” Jaejoong groaned, and he moved his hand away from Jonghyun’s erection to grip his hips roughly, pulling Jonghyun toward him with every thrust.
Jonghyun slid his own hand down and touched himself, his movements creating a counterpoint to Jaejoong’s. It was wet and dirty and he loved every moment.
Jaejoong came suddenly, moaning low in his throat as he spilled into the condom. Jonghyun tossed his head back and tightened the ring of his fingers, jerking his hand erratically. They were joined by Jaejoong’s fingers a moment later, and together they worked his erection until he arched his back and spilled messily over their fingers.
Groaning, Jaejoong pulled out and flopped onto his back next to Jonghyun, idly lifting his hand to his mouth and cleaning off his fingers.
Jonghyun moaned quietly. “That was better than I expected,” he breathed, staring at the ceiling.
Jaejoong laughed, then groaned quietly. When Jonghyun looked over, Yoochun was cupping his face and thoroughly kissing the older man.
He flushed, having forgotten the other man had been there the entire time, watching his lover have sex with someone else. Jonghyun covered himself self-consciously.
Being with Jaejoong had been nice; it’d been everything he’d dreamed of, but a part of him wanted what Jaejoong had with Yoochun. He wanted Kibum to kiss him with the devotion that Yoochun kissed Jaejoong with and to have trust as absolute as they did.
“I think I’d like to go home now,” Jonghyun said.
Jaejoong pulled away from Yoochun and tossed him a grin. “Ready to try it out on Key-sshi?”
Jonghyun flushed in embarrassment as Jaejoong and Yoochun kissed one last time before pulling away.
“I’ll be waiting,” Yoochun said quietly before moving away. He paused after a moment. “Hey, kid,” he called as he walked out of the room. “We got something for you.”
Jonghyun perked up, sitting up in the bed. Jaejoong smirked as he leaned over and opened the nightstand. He pulled out a small gift bag and handed it to Jonghyun.
Jonghyun peered inside curiously. He blushed and glanced at Jaejoong. “Hyung.”
“You’ll need it,” Jaejoong said as he slid of the bed and casually slipped on his pants. “Just don’t use it all up too fast.”
Jonghyun’s cheeks flushed. Inside the bag was a box of condoms, an extra large tube of flavored lubricant and a small and vibrantly-colored pink dildo. Subconsciously, he was dying to use them on Kibum.
--
Jinki was dozing on the sofa when Jonghyun got back, sneaking inside as quietly as he could. He looked almost childish in his bright yellow bunny pajamas, hugging a pillow to his chest with his head tilted back awkwardly on the back of the sofa.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun whispered, shaking him carefully.
Jinki roused slowly, blinking at Jonghyun in confusion.
“Hyung,” Jonghyun said again. “What are you doing up?”
Yawning, Jinki sat up, suddenly more aware of his surroundings. “You went out,” Jinki said flatly, releasing his hold on the pillow.
“Kibum didn’t tell you?” Jonghyun asked, worried. Was Kibum mad at him?
“He did,” Jinki said. “But that’s hardly comforting.”
Jonghyun felt a wave of relief. It was just Jinki being the leader.
“Where’d you go?” Jinki continued.
“I was with Jaejoong-hyung and Yoochun-hyung,” Jonghyun admitted sheepishly.
“At this hour?” He asked reluctantly.
Jonghyun glanced at the clock. It read 2:43. He scratched the back of his head nervously. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
Jinki frowned at him disapprovingly and stood up, wobbling on his legs. Jonghyun grabbed his arm for support. “Just get some sleep,” he said. “Taemin and Minho have to go to school tomorrow, but we still have activities.”
Jonghyun bowed his head. “Yes, leader-sshi,” he said mockingly.
Jinki stared at him oddly. “What did you do anyways?”
Jonghyun flushed and turned away, walking toward their bedroom. “Just hung out and talked and stuff. Jaejoong-hyung was helping me with my… singing.”
“Oh,” Jinki said, though it didn’t sound like he was convinced. He was following Jonghyun slowly, lethargically. “You weren’t, um, doing stuff, were you?”
“Of course I was doing stuff, hyung,” Jonghyun said, playing dumb. He tossed Jinki a glance over his shoulder.
He looked conflicted. “What’s that?” he asked instead.
Jonghyun glanced back again. “Huh?”
“The bag.”
“Just a gift from our hyung-deul,” he said quickly. He opened their bedroom door quietly and peeked inside.
Jinki didn’t say anything as he stumbled his way through the dark and fell onto his bed, instantly asleep.
Jonghyun used the light from his cell phone to guide himself to their bunks. He hid the bag under his pillow and began to undress methodically, opting to wearing just his boxers to bed. He’d cleaned himself before leaving Yoochun’s house, but he still felt nervous, as if they’d know what he had done.
Hesitating, he glanced at his bed, blissfully clean and orderly, and moved instead toward the other bunk. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he hauled himself up, avoiding stepping on Minho’s long limbs, which in itself was a difficult feat.
He ended up sitting on Kibum’s leg, which woke the younger boy up instantly. Kibum’s round eyes gazed blearily up at him in the light from his cell phone. Jonghyun snapped it shut immediately and half-crawled to Kibum’s side, curling up to him naturally.
Kibum yawned and wrapped an arm around him. “I don’t know if this bunk will hold all our weight,” he murmured.
“Have to take the chance,” Jonghyun whispered back.
“How was it?” Kibum asked quietly.
Jonghyun paused and kissed Kibum’s cheek chastely. “Good.”
“Learned some new tricks?”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun breathed against his skin. “Have to use them on you when we get the time.”
Jonghyun could feel Kibum’s smile. “Good,” he murmured. “Night.”
“Night,” Jonghyun whispered and closed his eyes.
--
Jonghyun didn’t want to rush it. Sure, sex with Jaejoong had been amazing, but he wanted sex with Kibum to be special. They had started out just fooling around, but Jonghyun liked Kibum, and he didn’t want to mess things up by going too fast.
Kibum wasn’t satisfied with chastity. Every time he pushed Jonghyun into a closet or climbed into his bed, they went a little further every time, Kibum got a little bit more frisky, and Jonghyun lost a little bit of his self-control. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back, and he’d ruin what was supposed to be a special moment.
It was hard, but the romanticist in him was waiting for the perfect time. He didn’t want it to be a quick thing in between performances or filming or recording. Neither did he want to do anything in their shared bedroom even when they had time; bunk beds certainly weren’t all that sexy, and he’d rather die before using anyone else’s bed.
Being in a band narrowed his options considerably.
The perfect time came when they flew to Japan for promotional photoshoots. They were staying in a small hotel in Fukuoka for the night.
“Double up,” their manager had said, and Jonghyun immediately grabbed Kibum’s hand. “They only had two double-bed rooms available, so two of you are going to have to share a bed.”
Jonghyun couldn’t believe his luck. “We’ll take it, hyung,” he said. “We don’t mind sharing a bed.”
He nodded. “Don’t fool around all night,” he continued. “We’ll have to be up early to catch our flight back.”
Jonghyun had smiled naturally and assured him that he and Key would stay out of trouble and the mini-fridge, and away from the phone and room service.
Kibum nearly sprinted into their room when Jonghyun opened the door. Jonghyun followed at a much more leisurely pace, waving goodnight to Taemin before he closed the door.
Kibum was reclined on the bed. “Do we finally get to go all the way?” he asked teasingly.
Jonghyun toed his shoes off next to Kibum’s before he approached him, mounting the bed and climbing on top of him. Without answering, he leaned down and kissed Kibum wetly.
“Seriously?” Kibum gasped into his mouth, tugging on Jonghyun’s hair. “Took you long enough.”
“Shut up,” Jonghyun said fondly. “I wanted it to be special.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t have to be when I’m with you.”
Jonghyun paused. He felt like crying, and not only because of the romantic sentiment. He felt like he’d wasted a seemingly large amount of time and inconvenienced Kibum.
“Hey,” he whispered, cupping Kibum’s face so the younger boy was looking directly into his eyes. “I love you, just so you know.” He hesitated. “I mean-you know.”
Kibum’s expression was almost alarmingly soft. “I know,” he said. “I do too.” After what Kibum had deemed the proper amount of sentimental time, he leaned up and kissed Jonghyun full on the lips. “Now sex me up already.”
Jonghyun couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so demanding,” he joked, poking Kibum in the side. “Why do I put up with you?”
Kibum grinned at him. “Because you love me,” he teased.
“Not anymore I don’t!” Jonghyun exclaimed, rolling off of the younger boy and onto his feet.
“Ugh, throw me out into the streets, why don’t you,” Kibum mumbled.
Jonghyun grinned as he moved toward his overnight bag and zipped it open dramatically. “You’d make the hottest homeless person ever,” Jonghyun assured as he pulled out the essentials.
“Of course I would,” Kibum said vainly. He glanced over at Jonghyun, and a series of emotions crossed his face. “Where’d you get that stuff?”
Jonghyun eyed the box of condom and lube in his hands (he’d hidden the toy in their apartment in Korea, too afraid to even consider using it) before placing them on the nightstand.
“Hyung-deul gave them to me,” he said. “To us.”
He didn’t know if Kibum looked happy or angry. Finally, he settled on grateful and a little nervous.
Jonghyun kneeled above him on the bed, nudging him with a playful grin. “What happened to the Almighty Key I’m always hearing about?”
Kibum looked somber. “Bling Bling ate him.”
“Do you mean that in a literal sense, or-”
Kibum tugged him down impatiently, lips covering his demandingly.
Jonghyun laughed into it. “Very literal, I see.”
Kibum ignored him in favor of sliding his hand up Jonghyun’s t-shirt and caressing the developing muscles there. Jonghyun reciprocated in kind, pushing Kibum’s shirt up to his armpits and lowering his mouth to his erect nipples.
“Take this off,” he said.
Kibum complied easily, lifting his torso and flinging the garment across the room, before he returned to tug Jonghyun’s shirt up demandingly. Jonghyun was too preoccupied with the lines of Kibum’s chest to notice.
“I know I’m gorgeous,” Kibum said. “But could you stop drooling long enough to take off your clothes?”
Jonghyun grinned and sat up to tug off his shirt before lying back down and aligning their torsos as they kissed messily. Kibum’s fingers ran through his hair and disheveled the perfectly arranged locks into something more suitable to his tastes.
“I want this to be good,” Jonghyun murmured. “I want this to be perfect for you.”
Kibum smiled. “It already is.” He tugged on the waistband of Jonghyun’s pants. “Come on, get these off.”
Jonghyun sat up again and fumbled with his belt, flushing under Kibum’s dark stare. “Good?” he asked, unzipping his jeans.
Kibum just smirked and reached up to help Jonghyun slide the material down his hips and powerful thighs. He had to shift awkwardly several times to peel them off his legs (skinny jeans were not his friend). Kibum watched him in amusement before reaching up to fondle Jonghyun through his boxer shorts.
He released a strangled noise and shot a dark look toward Kibum, licking his lips teasingly as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid them down slowly.
Kibum’s eyes were hot on his skin, and Jonghyun arched his neck up and licked his lips wetly as he slid the remainder of his clothing off.
“You’re a little overdressed now,” he said, fingers reaching down to unfasten Kibum’s pants. Kibum lay pliant beneath his hands, smirking as he allowed Jonghyun to peel the impossibly tight pants off his legs.
He arched his back beautifully when he was naked and tugged Jonghyun down to his lips again, not allowing himself to feel self-conscious of his body.
“You have a thing for kissing,” Jonghyun declared, half-muffled by Kibum’s lips.
“It’s just these lips,” Kibum replied, reaching up to run his thumbs over Jonghyun’s swollen lips. “I keep wondering how they’ll feel around me.”
Jonghyun grinned. “I can help with that.” He slid down Kibum’s body, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to his skin affectionately.
Kibum was already hard and leaking, and he was breathing heavily, head tilted down to watch Jonghyun’s descent.
He grasped Kibum in his hand, sliding up and down experimentally, before he leaned down and kissed the tip. Jonghyun glanced up at Kibum, who moaned and slid his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair again.
Slowly, he dipped his tongue out and ran it over the head, taking just the tip into his mouth. His other hand reached down to cup Kibum’s testicles in his palm, rubbing them together as he tried to take Kibum further into his mouth.
He couldn’t go very far without gagging, so he stuck to the tip and used his hand to massage the base. Kibum’s soft panting encouraged him to work faster, wanting to see the younger boy come.
Kibum tossed his head back against the pillow and tugged sharply on Jonghyun’s hair a second before Jonghyun tasted the bittersweet fluid on his tongue. He pulled his mouth away and let Kibum spill into his hand, his quiet groans shooting straight to Jonghyun’s cock.
He lifted his hand and tentatively licked the substance, frowning as he mulled the taste over. After a moment, he shrugged and ran his tongue over his fingers.
Kibum’s chest was heaving. He glanced down at Jonghyun, and his hand shot out quickly to wrap around Jonghyun’s wrist, raising his hand to his mouth and licking off his own come.
“Tastes different,” Kibum said.
Jonghyun laughed and leaned up to kiss him again, running his hands over the flesh of Kibum’s waist.
After a moment, Kibum pulled away and asked, “Does it hurt?”
Jonghyun shook his head. “It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but I’ll be careful.”
Kibum nodded smartly and fumbled to pick up the box of condoms and lubricant. Jonghyun nipped at his bottom lip as he took them and placed them off to the side.
“You ready?” he asked quietly.
Kibum nodded. “Yeah. Do your worst.”
Jonghyun nudged him pointedly as he reached for the lubricant. “I’ll be careful,” he said again as he slicked his fingers. He handed the tube to Kibum.
“I trust you,” Kibum murmured, shifting his weight and spreading his legs.
Jonghyun brought his hand down to his entrance, tracing the opening before gently pushing one finger inside. Much like Jonghyun had with Jaejoong, Kibum automatically tensed, unused to the intrusion.
“It’s weird,” Kibum said thickly.
Jonghyun nodded distractedly, unbelievably aroused. Kibum was tight around his fingers. It was a strange feeling, surrounded by warmth and muscle. He was excited to feel him around his cock, intimately connected.
He waited until Kibum had relaxed somewhat before gently moving his finger, coaxing him open patiently. His other hand cupped Kibum’s face, watching his expression for any discomfort.
“Kiss me,” Kibum demanded, lips half-parted. Jonghyun immediately complied, eager to feel Kibum’s soft lips beneath his own.
He was breathing hard, clinging onto Jonghyun’s back weakly. Despite the discomfort Kibum was surely feeling, his erection was pressed firmly against Jonghyun’s, unyielding.
“Not bad,” Kibum commented after a while. “It feels sort of nice.”
Jonghyun smiled and kissed him again as he pushed another finger inside, mindful of the tense of Kibum’s body.
“It’s good,” Jonghyun assured. “I wouldn’t do this to you if it wasn’t.”
Kibum’s fingers tightened briefly around Jonghyun’s back. He tilted his head back into the pillow and exhaled sharply, his thighs shifting subtly to spread his legs further. Jonghyun leaned down to press his mouth to Kibum’s neck, laving the soft skin with his tongue and gently nipping.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum breathed. “Too slow.”
Promptly, he slipped another finger inside, tortuously stretching Kibum. After a moment, he sat up and peeked down, watching the way Kibum’s opening parted around his fingers. His mouth dried, and he felt impossibly hard. Impatiently, he slid his fingers out and fumbled for the box of condoms. He pulled a strip out and tore off a packet.
Kibum watched him roll the condom onto his cock with an amused expression as he flipped open the bottle of lubricant. He reached out and grasped Jonghyun’s erection, his fingers slick with lubricant.
Gently guiding Jonghyun to his entrance, he gazed up at the older boy imploringly. Jonghyun leaned down and kissed him messily as he slid forward and pressed against the opening.
He waited a moment before pressing inside slowly, gasping as tight heat enveloped his cock. Kibum tossed his head back and released a long moan.
“Shh,” Jonghyun whispered as he stilled within him. He had never had to work so hard to not come. “The others might hear.”
Kibum covered his mouth with the back of his hand, gazing up at Jonghyun with a heavily pleased expression. He reached up and grabbed Jonghyun’s head, bringing his face down to his level.
“Hurry up and fuck me already,” he breathed, wrapping his legs around Jonghyun’s hips.
Jonghyun lifted his hips up and gently rocked within him. “Damn it, Key,” he hissed. “Fucking tease.”
Kibum smiled and arched his back as Jonghyun slid in and out of him wetly. His nails dug into the smooth skin of Jonghyun’s back, leaving angry red marks in his wake. He felt blind with pleasure, consumed in the heat and the feeling of fullness as Jonghyun rocked into him.
“There’s no question,” Kibum panted.
Jonghyun looked up with glazed eyes, his fingers fisted in the sheets by Kibum’s waist.
“I’m definitely gay,” Kibum finished.
Jonghyun choked out a laugh. “Oh yes,” he agreed breathlessly. His hips slid back and forth sharply, filling Kibum deeply. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”
The bed springs creaked quietly under the movements, and against his desire, Jonghyun slowed down his pace, unwillingly to get them caught. Kibum made a loud noise in protest, and Jonghyun quickly leaned down and covered his mouth.
It felt like he slipped deeper with every thrust, falling into Kibum’s body mindlessly.
“Jonghyun,” Kibum moaned quietly, breathing hard against his lips. “Harder.”
Jonghyun groaned and complied quickly, thrusting into him slowly and sharply at the same time. He lowered his upper body and aligned their chests, allowing Kibum to wrap his arms around Jonghyun’s back and bury his face in Jonghyun’s neck.
It was harder for him to move, but he wanted to wrap his arms around Kibum and hold him close. The heat between them was almost unbearable, and Jonghyun could feel the sheets wet with their sweat. Kibum’s erection was trapped between their bodies, rubbing demandingly every time they moved.
“I can’t-Jonghyun!”
Jonghyun hurried to cover his mouth again, swallowing his breathless cries. He was reminded of a time when he imagined Jaejoong chanting his name as reverently as Kibum was. Now, despite his previous warnings, he wanted to let Kibum be as loud as he wanted, crying out his name like a prayer.
“Kibum-ah,” Jonghyun murmured into his mouth. He moaned a second later when Kibum tightened around him. “Kibum-ah, I love you.”
Kibum curled into him, tightening his grip, and came with a muffled cry. Jonghyun choked out his name as Kibum squeezed around him. Unable to hold out any longer, he pushed deep and came, thrusting erratically to milk his release.
He was almost shaking as he reached down and pulled himself out of Kibum, who was smiling smugly at the ceiling with an immensely satisfied look.
He imagined he probably had a goofy grin on his face as well. Jonghyun slid off the bed and went to the bathroom to retrieve a wet cloth. When he returned, Kibum was stretching lazily. Quickly yet reverently, he cleaned Kibum before pulling off the condom and cleaning himself. He tossed them across the room before hopping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around the younger boy.
“That was nice,” Kibum finally said, tossing Jonghyun a wild grin. “Being gay isn’t so bad.”
Jonghyun smiled and kissed him. “No, not with you.”