I Want You and Your Musical Soul
“Nobody ever respects my musical soul.” Jonghyun sobs between hiccups, the very definition of a weepy drunk. It had been fine up until the reenactment of the MusicBank win, but Kyuhyun’s enjoyment of this evening is dropping rapidly in direct proportion to the growing wet patch on his shirt.
“Would your musical soul feel more respected if I fucked it over this table?” He wants to say, but doesn’t because he’s not that drunk yet. Or maybe he’s drunker than he’s thought, because Jonghyun suddenly lifts his head from Kyuhyun’s chest and blinks up at him with an expression Kyuhyun is sure he didn’t know at nineteen years of age.
“Wouldn’t hurt to try,” he mutters, “just not on the table; it’s bad for my back.”
And, yeah, ok, Heechul can yell at him for being a hypocrite tomorrow morning, because right now all Kyuhyun wants to do is lick the mixture of soju and saliva from Jonghyun’s mouth. He’s a bit surprised when Jonghyun’s the one who makes the first move, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, all tongue and no finesse, and whoever said that Kibum is the most excitable one in SHINee is clearly mistaken.
They barely make it to the bedroom in time, hands fumbling at zippers and shirt buttons popping. There’s a good chance that even if Leeteuk doesn’t kill him tomorrow for corrupting his dongsaengs, Zhou Mi will skin him alive for borrowing his shirt without permission. Might as well go out with a bang.
“Where’s your bed?” Kyuhyun gasps, the sensation of teeth nibbling his lower lip going straight to his cock. Jonghyun, using this moment to slide a hand up Kyuhyun’s shirt, flails his arm towards the vague direction of the top left bunk.
“Yeah, no.” There’s no way they’d expend the effort to climb up there when they’d only fall off within moments. He throws Jonghyun onto the bottom right bed - Minho’s by the scent of Donghae’s bodywash on the sheets - and seizes the opportunity to strip them both of pants and shirts.
Frantic hands slide over newly bared skin, heated by the alcohol they’ve both consumed. Jonghyun keeps one hand on the back of Kyuhyun’s neck to keep him close while his other hand gropes blindly under the pillow for Minho’s not-so-secret stash.
“Jesus,” Kyuhyun mutters, breaking away from Jonghyun’s kiss when a cool bottle is pressed into his hand, “you keep lube in a room where a sixteen year old sleeps?”
Jonghyun hums in nonchalant agreement and works his way down the pale chest in front of him, tracing old scars with his tongue and sucking red spots onto unmarred skin. He makes a detour at the nipples, pinching and sucking them until they’re firm peaks and Kyuhyun is moaning above him like he’s never felt pleasure like this.
He pushes Kyuhyun into a sitting position before kneeling down and wrapping his fingers around the other man’s cock, pumping it slowly until the other man chokes out “Fuck, we’re so going to regret this tomorrow morning.”
“No kidding,” Jonghyun pants, and takes Kyuhyun’s cock into his mouth to feel him shudder with self restraint. He’s careful not to scrape the sensitive head with his teeth, instead using his tongue to lave sloppy circles around it while pumping the base with his hand. At the back of his mind, he wishes he had read some issues of Kibum’s Cosmo or looked at the porn Hyukjae-hyung tried to show him, because his techniques are sorely lacking variety.
But Kyuhyun doesn’t seem to mind at all, if the loud groans above him and the fingers winding through his hair are anything to go by. So he continues to move his hand up and down, twisting slightly on the upstroke, and gets rewarded by muttered words that good Christian boys are not supposed to say.
His mouth gets tired quickly, so he’s glad when Kyuhyun pulls him off by his hair unceremoniously and pushes him onto his back to delve his tongue into his mouth.
“I want to,” Kyuhyun gasps, and Jonghyun feels hot puff of air against his tongue, “I’ve never done this but I want to.”
“Yeah, ok, ok, whatever you want.” And normally it wouldn’t be easy like this, because Jonghyun had once promised himself, after hearing about the “practices” that go on in darkened studio rooms, that he wouldn’t be anyone’s bitch. But for Kyuhyun, maybe he will, just this once.
The first finger that presses in is uncomfortable, even when covered liberally with lube, and it makes him squirm. The second one makes him sore, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever like having something put there, until Kyuhyun’s probing fingers rub against a spot that makes him jump a good six inches off the mattress.
“Sorry,” Kyuhyun says, wide eyes worried, obviously torn between taking his fingers out and keeping them in.
“No, no, it’s good. Do that - do that again.” Jonghyun says, and Kyuhyun does.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop the third one from hurting like fucking hell. He vaguely wishes he had drunk just a little more, for anesthetic reasons if nothing else. It takes them another good ten minutes to prepare him enough, with Kyuhyun nudging his prostate once in a while, and Jonghyun is kind of thankful for that, because although he doubts he would enjoy this, he would settle for not-painful.
“Ok, I think I’m good now.” Jonghyun says, lifting his hand to give half-hearted thumbs up.
“You sure?” Kyuhyun asks, and at Jonghyun’s nod, strokes his cock back to fullness and rolls on a condom. Half a bottle of lube later, Kyuhyun’s pushing in, and it hurts just as much as Jonghyun thought it would. But the painstakingly careful stretching Kyuhyun did made the pain fade relatively quickly, and before long, he’s moaning just as loud as he hears Minho sometimes.
“Faster,” his own voice sounds breathless and strained to his ears, “faster please,” and Kyuhyun obeys, lifting his legs over his shoulder and pushing in at another angle, one that’s deep enough to hit Jonghyun’s prostate again and again. It makes him yell obscenities that he never could around Taemin, and he’s so hard that -
“Touch me,” he begs. He can be embarrassed by how much it sounds like a whimper after he comes.
Kyuhyun moves so that he has one hand braced on his thigh and the other curled around his cock, stroking him in time to his thrusts. His eyes are closed from the effort of pushing in and out, his neck shimmering with a sheen of sweat, and when Jonghyun isn’t throwing his head back from the pleasure wracking his body, he thinks he wouldn’t mind seeing Kyuhyun like this again.
“You close?” Kyuhyun grunts out, gasping with effort. “Because if you are, it would really really help if you came right now.”
“Okay.” Jonghyun mumbles, “just keep doing what you’re-”
He doesn’t get to finish that sentence, because suddenly the building pressure in his groin is too much to hold back and he orgasms, eyes rolling into the back of his head, painting his and Kyuhyun’s chest with translucent spurts of come. He shakes through the waves of pleasure and clenches tightly around Kyuhyun, who, with a deep groan, follows after, his hand on Jonghyun’s thigh squeezing so tightly that there will surely be finger shaped bruises he’ll have to explain to his groupmates tomorrow.
Kyuhyun pulls out, something Jonghyun will probably never get used to, and tosses the condom in the bin. They collapse onto the bed, chests heaving with breathless gasps, too tired to clean up.
“We should try to harmonize next time.” Jonghyun grins when their breathing has slowed down a fraction, his hair plastered to his forehead.
Kyuhyun snorts into the pillow beside him. “Right. The SMTown Symphony of Sex.”
Jonghyun’s heart sinks a little. Lame, he thinks, god, self, please keep your lame on the inside next time. In his self-derision, he doesn’t hear Kyuhyun’s mock-thoughtful mutterings until halfway through the sentence.
“…of course, Ryeowook can sing soprano like he always does, and underlay that with Jongwoon’s ad libs, and I’m pretty sure that’s a hit song right there.”
Kyuhyun shoots him a playful smirk, and Jonghyun doesn’t fall in love with him, not exactly, because it’s just admiration right now that makes his heart skip a beat.
“Oh, and you can have the bridge as your solo.” Kyuhyun adds later, when they’re both drifting off to sleep, “You know, to show off your musical soul.”
It takes a herculean effort for Jonghyun to move his arm to smoosh his hand into Kyuhyun’s face. “Shut up.” He mutters sleepily, and thinks that maybe he’s already accidentally halfway in love.
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I'm sorry for the sudden pov shift. I wrote this at two different times and now I'm too lazy to go change it.
The ending you can blame on Counting Crow's "Accidentally in Love".
The title jacked and assimilated from Jesse McCartney's "Beautiful Soul".
Not sure whether to post this in miracle______ or shinee_replay =/
“Would your musical soul feel more respected if I fucked it over this table?” He wants to say, but doesn’t because he’s not that drunk yet. Or maybe he’s drunker than he’s thought, because Jonghyun suddenly lifts his head from Kyuhyun’s chest and blinks up at him with an expression Kyuhyun is sure he didn’t know at nineteen years of age.
“Wouldn’t hurt to try,” he mutters, “just not on the table; it’s bad for my back.”
And, yeah, ok, Heechul can yell at him for being a hypocrite tomorrow morning, because right now all Kyuhyun wants to do is lick the mixture of soju and saliva from Jonghyun’s mouth. He’s a bit surprised when Jonghyun’s the one who makes the first move, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, all tongue and no finesse, and whoever said that Kibum is the most excitable one in SHINee is clearly mistaken.
They barely make it to the bedroom in time, hands fumbling at zippers and shirt buttons popping. There’s a good chance that even if Leeteuk doesn’t kill him tomorrow for corrupting his dongsaengs, Zhou Mi will skin him alive for borrowing his shirt without permission. Might as well go out with a bang.
“Where’s your bed?” Kyuhyun gasps, the sensation of teeth nibbling his lower lip going straight to his cock. Jonghyun, using this moment to slide a hand up Kyuhyun’s shirt, flails his arm towards the vague direction of the top left bunk.
“Yeah, no.” There’s no way they’d expend the effort to climb up there when they’d only fall off within moments. He throws Jonghyun onto the bottom right bed - Minho’s by the scent of Donghae’s bodywash on the sheets - and seizes the opportunity to strip them both of pants and shirts.
Frantic hands slide over newly bared skin, heated by the alcohol they’ve both consumed. Jonghyun keeps one hand on the back of Kyuhyun’s neck to keep him close while his other hand gropes blindly under the pillow for Minho’s not-so-secret stash.
“Jesus,” Kyuhyun mutters, breaking away from Jonghyun’s kiss when a cool bottle is pressed into his hand, “you keep lube in a room where a sixteen year old sleeps?”
Jonghyun hums in nonchalant agreement and works his way down the pale chest in front of him, tracing old scars with his tongue and sucking red spots onto unmarred skin. He makes a detour at the nipples, pinching and sucking them until they’re firm peaks and Kyuhyun is moaning above him like he’s never felt pleasure like this.
He pushes Kyuhyun into a sitting position before kneeling down and wrapping his fingers around the other man’s cock, pumping it slowly until the other man chokes out “Fuck, we’re so going to regret this tomorrow morning.”
“No kidding,” Jonghyun pants, and takes Kyuhyun’s cock into his mouth to feel him shudder with self restraint. He’s careful not to scrape the sensitive head with his teeth, instead using his tongue to lave sloppy circles around it while pumping the base with his hand. At the back of his mind, he wishes he had read some issues of Kibum’s Cosmo or looked at the porn Hyukjae-hyung tried to show him, because his techniques are sorely lacking variety.
But Kyuhyun doesn’t seem to mind at all, if the loud groans above him and the fingers winding through his hair are anything to go by. So he continues to move his hand up and down, twisting slightly on the upstroke, and gets rewarded by muttered words that good Christian boys are not supposed to say.
His mouth gets tired quickly, so he’s glad when Kyuhyun pulls him off by his hair unceremoniously and pushes him onto his back to delve his tongue into his mouth.
“I want to,” Kyuhyun gasps, and Jonghyun feels hot puff of air against his tongue, “I’ve never done this but I want to.”
“Yeah, ok, ok, whatever you want.” And normally it wouldn’t be easy like this, because Jonghyun had once promised himself, after hearing about the “practices” that go on in darkened studio rooms, that he wouldn’t be anyone’s bitch. But for Kyuhyun, maybe he will, just this once.
The first finger that presses in is uncomfortable, even when covered liberally with lube, and it makes him squirm. The second one makes him sore, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever like having something put there, until Kyuhyun’s probing fingers rub against a spot that makes him jump a good six inches off the mattress.
“Sorry,” Kyuhyun says, wide eyes worried, obviously torn between taking his fingers out and keeping them in.
“No, no, it’s good. Do that - do that again.” Jonghyun says, and Kyuhyun does.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t stop the third one from hurting like fucking hell. He vaguely wishes he had drunk just a little more, for anesthetic reasons if nothing else. It takes them another good ten minutes to prepare him enough, with Kyuhyun nudging his prostate once in a while, and Jonghyun is kind of thankful for that, because although he doubts he would enjoy this, he would settle for not-painful.
“Ok, I think I’m good now.” Jonghyun says, lifting his hand to give half-hearted thumbs up.
“You sure?” Kyuhyun asks, and at Jonghyun’s nod, strokes his cock back to fullness and rolls on a condom. Half a bottle of lube later, Kyuhyun’s pushing in, and it hurts just as much as Jonghyun thought it would. But the painstakingly careful stretching Kyuhyun did made the pain fade relatively quickly, and before long, he’s moaning just as loud as he hears Minho sometimes.
“Faster,” his own voice sounds breathless and strained to his ears, “faster please,” and Kyuhyun obeys, lifting his legs over his shoulder and pushing in at another angle, one that’s deep enough to hit Jonghyun’s prostate again and again. It makes him yell obscenities that he never could around Taemin, and he’s so hard that -
“Touch me,” he begs. He can be embarrassed by how much it sounds like a whimper after he comes.
Kyuhyun moves so that he has one hand braced on his thigh and the other curled around his cock, stroking him in time to his thrusts. His eyes are closed from the effort of pushing in and out, his neck shimmering with a sheen of sweat, and when Jonghyun isn’t throwing his head back from the pleasure wracking his body, he thinks he wouldn’t mind seeing Kyuhyun like this again.
“You close?” Kyuhyun grunts out, gasping with effort. “Because if you are, it would really really help if you came right now.”
“Okay.” Jonghyun mumbles, “just keep doing what you’re-”
He doesn’t get to finish that sentence, because suddenly the building pressure in his groin is too much to hold back and he orgasms, eyes rolling into the back of his head, painting his and Kyuhyun’s chest with translucent spurts of come. He shakes through the waves of pleasure and clenches tightly around Kyuhyun, who, with a deep groan, follows after, his hand on Jonghyun’s thigh squeezing so tightly that there will surely be finger shaped bruises he’ll have to explain to his groupmates tomorrow.
Kyuhyun pulls out, something Jonghyun will probably never get used to, and tosses the condom in the bin. They collapse onto the bed, chests heaving with breathless gasps, too tired to clean up.
“We should try to harmonize next time.” Jonghyun grins when their breathing has slowed down a fraction, his hair plastered to his forehead.
Kyuhyun snorts into the pillow beside him. “Right. The SMTown Symphony of Sex.”
Jonghyun’s heart sinks a little. Lame, he thinks, god, self, please keep your lame on the inside next time. In his self-derision, he doesn’t hear Kyuhyun’s mock-thoughtful mutterings until halfway through the sentence.
“…of course, Ryeowook can sing soprano like he always does, and underlay that with Jongwoon’s ad libs, and I’m pretty sure that’s a hit song right there.”
Kyuhyun shoots him a playful smirk, and Jonghyun doesn’t fall in love with him, not exactly, because it’s just admiration right now that makes his heart skip a beat.
“Oh, and you can have the bridge as your solo.” Kyuhyun adds later, when they’re both drifting off to sleep, “You know, to show off your musical soul.”
It takes a herculean effort for Jonghyun to move his arm to smoosh his hand into Kyuhyun’s face. “Shut up.” He mutters sleepily, and thinks that maybe he’s already accidentally halfway in love.
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I'm sorry for the sudden pov shift. I wrote this at two different times and now I'm too lazy to go change it.
The ending you can blame on Counting Crow's "Accidentally in Love".
The title jacked and assimilated from Jesse McCartney's "Beautiful Soul".
Not sure whether to post this in miracle______ or shinee_replay =/