[suho/kai] worship
title: worship
pairing: junmyeon/jongin
rating: nc-17
words: 6,221
summary: junmyeon likes to remind jongin how beautiful he is.
a/n: pure, unapologetic smut served with a side of sentimentality. written to hozier's take me to church on loop.
Beautiful. It’s not a word that Jongin hears very often in association with himself. His fans tell him he’s handsome all the time and he hears of how sexy he is on the daily but beautiful is something only one person has ever used to describe him. At the age of thirteen, when Jongin was still a trainee, unpolished and tiny, Junmyeon was the first to find him beautiful enough to tell him to his face. It stayed with him, mainly because Junmyeon also stayed with him, but also because it was the most genuine compliment Jongin has ever received.
You’re beautiful, you know?.
The thing is, Jongin does know but even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be too bad a thing for Junmyeon reminds him of it often enough that he could never forget but never so often that he doesn’t still blush when he hears it.
Junmyeon has always had a way words long before SM even got to him, a manner of speaking that’s both polished due to his schooling, polite because of his upbringing but sincere because of his personality. When Junmyeon compliments him, Jongin takes it to heart and when he scolds him, however lightly, Jongin remembers it.
Jongin recalls snippets of the day they were told of their imminent debut. He can remember the giggling, the excitement that was thrumming through his body from the simple knowledge that they had finally made it. The thing he remembers the most is Junmyeon on his left, smile soft and his official leader now, telling him in a quiet voice, “You’re beautiful.”
That was the second time Junmyeon ever said it. Now, at the age of twenty-one, Jongin can count on one hand the number of times that it’s happened but the number of times that Junmyeon has made him feel beautiful, he’s lost count of.
- - -
“Jongin-ah,” Junmyeon says, the word mouthed against the curve of Jongin’s ear, “come to bed.”
Jongin startles at the sudden touch, his mouth drying as he tilts his head, able to feel the pressing of Junmyeon’s hands on his hips as the older man tugs and turns him around so that he faces him. “It’s early though?” he asks in reply, squinting to see the clock in their living room, “it’s six, hyung, I was going to see if there’s leftovers from yesterday.”
Junmyeon smiles because he knows Jongin well enough to know he’s not hungry but he thinks he’s got enough patience today that he’ll play along. “Don’t think there’s any but we can order in if you’re hungry,” he says with a softness to him that he usually hides in favor of presenting a stronger front to the public. “You hungry?” His fingers tighten a fraction until he’s got a proper grip on Jongin, thumb pressing into the hollow of Jongin’s hips hard enough that he knows the younger man will feel it but not enough to make him squirm.
“Maybe,” Jongin mumbles back, twitching slightly.
“You want chicken?” Junmyeon asks, taking a step forward so that he backs Jongin into the wall. He lets go of Jongin’s hips in favor of a wrist instead, fingers stroking the inside skin before he brings it up to his mouth. He pauses halfway and tugs slightly so Jongin will look at him instead of at the ground, “Or maybe you want bibimbap instead?”
It’s one of those days where no one else is home, the others either on vacation or occupied with individual activities, and while it is early, Junmyeon has a list of things in mind that he wants to do and it’s going to take all night for him to do them. He’ll need an early start.
Jongin stays quiet but the tips of his ears are red and enough of an indication for Junmyeon to continue.
“Or,” he murmurs, voice a fraction lower as he mouths along the skin of Jongin’s wrist, taking a nibble before he continues, “maybe we can eat later if you’re not hungry.”
He’s barely done speaking before he gets a reply, “Later,” Jongin breathes out, “later is fine.”
“Good,” Junmyeon says with the kind of smile that Jongin’s become familiar with only in the last two years of their relationship, the kind of smile that promises him many things including pain but mostly with immense satisfaction, “because I’m actually pretty hungry myself.”
It’s a quick walk to the bedroom after that, always his because Junmyeon shares with Sehun who can be a brat about these things and because Junmyeon once said that he liked the way his skin looked when laid out against the whiteness of his sheets. “There’s something about being able to do this to you in your own bed,” Junmyeon had whispered one night, fingers around his nape as he leaned in to kiss his throat, “being able to take you apart and touch all the parts of you that you can’t even touch yourself, Jongin-ah. I like it.” Well, Jongin likes it too.
“Hyung,” he murmurs as he undresses himself, fingers fumbling out of nervousness and excitement, “stop staring.”
“But I want to,” Junmyeon replies easily, “you’re gorgeous like this, you know?”
That’s always the reply as well whenever Jongin asks why Junmyeon stares, that he’s gorgeous or arresting, that Junmyeon can’t help himself. He always poses it as a question, as if he somehow knows whenever Jongin is in need of an extra bit of attention that isn’t just an offhanded comment about how good he is at dancing or how sexy he is on stage. Jongin knows that he’s good at what he does and he knows he looks good while doing it but he still finds it hard sometimes to reply when asked.
Junmyeon’s belt clatters as he tugs it off roughly, the jeans slipping to the floor and Jongin hurries out of his sweats as well, a sock halfway off his foot as he stumbles. Junmyeon laughs at him and reaches out to steady him, a hand at his elbow so that he can pull him in close.
“You really are gorgeous,” he says again, his thumb sliding from his elbow to his wrist to keep Jongin from moving so much, “every inch of you, Jongin-ah, is gorgeous.” Junmyeon smiles and it’s a kind smile, not the one that he gives to the fangirls but the one that he reserves for Jongin and for them. The smile that Jongin got four years ago when he was crying because he first hurt his waist and couldn’t dance properly. It was the smile that Junmyeon gave him when he found him in the rehearsal room, sweaty and curled in a heap. “Gorgeous,” he repeats again so Jongin will listen, “and mine.”
Junmyeon thinks he’s been patient enough for one day and he takes pity on Jongin, leading them towards the bed. He sits Jongin down on it and kneels, fingers gentle as he tugs off Jongin’s sock for him. The younger man still has his briefs on but he’s naked otherwise, unmarred and perfect, in Junmyeon’s opinion.
“Hyung, please,” Jongin says out of embarrassment, feeling twitchy again since Junmyeon’s fully naked and he isn’t. He can’t keep his eyes away from Junmyeon’s body now that he’s unclothed and he doesn’t try to either, letting himself linger on the hardness of Junmyeon’s abs and on the bruises littered along his pale skin from dance practices and movie filming.
“It’s too early to beg,” Junmyeon says with a soft tsk, “you know that, Jongin-ah.” He sits between Jongin’s legs, hands on his thighs and it only takes a light push to get Jongin to spread them. “Be good for me,” he says as he leans in to press a kiss to the inside of Jongin’s thigh, close enough that he can feel the heat of Jongin’s cock through his briefs, “and I won’t make you ask me too much for it later.”
Jongin exhales and it’s shaky, his fingers going to curl into the half-folded comforter on his bed. He tilts his head back as well, eyes clenching shut when he feels the wetness of Junmyeon’s mouth as it goes from kissing to sucking along his skin.
Junmyeon’s in one of his moods again, Jongin could tell the moment his hyung had let him keep his briefs on. It won’t be quick but it won’t be rough either for Junmyeon’s never rough with him, he wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest but it’ll ache all the same.
“Hyung,” he whispers, stopping short of a whine when Junmyeon presses him into the bed, splaying him out the way he knows Junmyeon enjoys. “Don’t- get on the bed at least,” he says.
“It’s fine,” Junmyeon says, sliding his hand across Jongin’s stomach, pressing ever so slightly as he spreads Jongin’s legs wider apart with his other hand, “I’m fine, Jongin-ah, don’t worry about me.”
Jongin swallows his protests because he saw the slight limp when Junmyeon returned home the other day from filming and if anything, he should be the one of his knees but it’s forgotten the moment Junmyeon palms his half-hard cock through his briefs, a touch rougher than normal as he drags the briefs down so that the very head of Jongin’s cock is freed.
“Shit,” Jongin breathes out, “shit-,” he moans and it’s stuck in his throat. He lifts his head up, wanting so desperately to see the way Junmyeon is playing with him now, his tongue pressed to the side of his cock, teeth dragging slightly as he breathes him in.
Junmyeon’s obsessed and he knows it. He’s obsessed with the way Jongin dances and the way Jongin smiles and mostly with the way Jongin will gasp his name when everything gets to be too much for him.
“Gorgeous,” he says, fingers entwining with Jongin’s as he catches his eye as well, “absolutely gorgeous, Jongin-ah.” He tugs to arch the younger man, lips fitting around only the head of Jongin’s cock as he sucks, tasting the tang of pre-come as he swallows. Even this, he’s obsessed with.
Jongin hisses and throws his head back, unable to look at his hyung but unable to look away either. It’s a slow burn, he can feel it building inside of him already but he keeps it back, controlling himself with some difficulty. He’s the only one that rivals Junmyeon when it comes to that.
“They’re wrong you know,” Junmyeon says as he releases Jongin’s cock with a soft pop, “when they say that you’re not as pretty because you’re darker than them, they’re wrong.” Junmyeon reaches for Jongin’s cock, pulling it free from the briefs completely as he strokes with familiarity, “you’re the prettiest one of us.”
Jongin bites his lip to keep from replying, squeezing Junmyeon’s hand in his own as he inhales sharply. Junmyeon stroking is slow but firm, his hand just large enough to wrap around the entirety of his cock when hard.
“I love you like this,” Junmyeon admits, wanting Jongin to know even if it’s embarrassing. He pushes Jongin further back on his bed so that he can climb in, his body aching not from the kneeling but from want. “I’m always thinking about you, not just like this, but in all the ways possible,” he says quietly, stroking himself now as he gazes down at Jongin, the way the younger man blushes as he looks him.
Junmyeon knows what they say about him, he knows that he’s too PC and that he’s too proper but he can’t be anything but that, not after seven years as a trainee and despite the company and his members constantly telling him to loosen up, the truth is that he doesn’t want to. It took seven years for him to debut and while simply debuting was enough for some of them, it isn’t for him. He doesn’t think of debuting as a success, he thinks of it as step one towards succeeding.
“You’re always on my mind,” Junmyeon says, allowing Jongin to sit up but not to touch. Junmyeon looks at Jongin properly, the way he always does if he’s being honest with himself, and he smiles. This is someone he’s grown up with, a boy that he trained with and a boy that he was always in love with. He is the one vice that Junmyeon allows himself, being in love and being able to do this. “On your back,” he says quietly.
Jongin complies, gaze on Junmyeon as he lies back. Junmyeon reaches for his ankle, squeezing for a moment before he pushes so that Jongin has a foot planted on the bed, opening him up even further.
“I could come like this,” Junmyeon admits, hand still on his own cock as he keeps his eyes on Jongin, “just from looking at you, Jongin-ah, I could come, but you know that already.” He swallows and twists his wrist, stroking himself faster and harder. He doesn’t want this to be a bother, he doesn’t want anything to distract him from properly doing what it is that he wants to do. “Fuck it, Jongin,” he curses, losing his composure the way he only does when he’s exceptionally angry or when he’s in bed with Jongin, “you’re so beautiful.”
Jongin closes his eyes when he hears the words, fingers curling into a fist. He’s desperate for Junmyeon to touch him again, wanting the feel of those calloused hands as they open him up and take him apart. It’s unhealthy the way he feels about his hyung.
“Open your eyes, Jongin.” Junmyeon waits until Jongin does, holding his cock still as he moves forward, “I want you to watch.” Junmyeon waits for Jongin’s eyes to settle on his cock before he continues again, stroking himself with the kind of speed that he normally reserves for morning wanks in the bathroom. “I’m going to come and I want you to see because it’s you, Jongin-ah, you’re the reason this is happening.”
Jongin bites his lip again, keeping himself from moaning as he watches Junmyeon’s hand, the way it’s wrapped around his cock, the way he’s stroking so hard and fast. Junmyeon’s pants fill the bedroom, his groans low and harsh as he drags Jongin up from the bed with his other hand so that he can pull free his lip with a thumb. It won’t do if it bruises and then Junmyeon keeps his hand around his nape, pushing so that Jongin can’t look anywhere else but at Junmyeon’s cock.
“I want-,” Jongin manages to say, hands curling into the sheets as he fights with himself to reach for Junmyeon and touch him the way he so desperately aches to.
“No,” Junmyeon says, “later,” he promises instead. He doesn’t need more than this for there’s nothing more attractive to Junmyeon than a naked and desperate Jongin. He leans in closer so that Jongin’s forehead is resting against his shoulder, head bowed so that he can keep watching. Junmyeon breathes in the scent of Jongin’s shampoo and swallows roughly as he feels his orgasm nearing, his hand stuttering as he starts to give in to the building pleasure.
Jongin whispers his name then, a soft but audible whimper to accompany it and Junmyeon comes just like that, groaning just once as he slows his pace, hand trembling while he continues to stroke himself despite having come already. He doesn’t have to look to know that Jongin’s chest is marked with his come. He can tell simply from the way Jongin’s fingers are curled around his waist.
“If I dared,” Junmyeon says, “I would fill my phone with photos of you like this, Jongin-ah. I would take picture after picture of you in bed with me.”
Jongin’s breath hitches audibly but this isn’t the first time Junmyeon’s confessed this to him. He knows better than anyone of the shortness of the leash that Junmyeon keeps himself on and he knows that Junmyeon would never risk the band or more importantly, Jongin himself, for something like that.
“I told you to get a polaroid camera, hyung,” Jongin mumbles, embarrassed by Junmyeon’s words and by the wetness on his chest, evidence of how he much he makes Junmyeon feel.
“And where would I keep those photos?” Junmyeon asks, clearly amused.
“In a shoebox under your bed,” Jongin teases back. It’s this ease that they have in bed that pleases him the most, the fact that no matter what they’re doing and where they are, Junmyeon is always the hyung he loves the most.
“No,” Junmyeon says, pulling back so that Jongin can’t hide anymore, “it’s okay if I don’t have photos, know why?” He waits for Jongin to shake his head, lips pursed slightly in a curious pout, “Because I’ve got you,” Junmyeon murmurs, “a photo could never compare, Jongin-ah.”
He leans in for a kiss then, cutting off the reply Jongin had to such corny words. It’s their first of the night and Jongin allows himself to melt into the warmth of it, the familiarity that Junmyeon’s lips bring him and the comfort that it provides. Five years they’ve been together and Jongin still feels something different every time Junmyeon kisses him.
“Hyung,” he exhales between kisses, fingers automatically curled into Junmyeon’s, hands laced tightly as he tilts his head up. “Can I touch now?”
Junmyeon laughs, always fond of Jongin when he’s eager like this. “No, not until I’m done with you.” Jongin nearly pouts but Junmyeon kisses it away, tongue slipping into Jongin’s mouth with ease as he tilts Jongin backwards to press him into bed once more. “Also, no, I am not done with you, not nearly so.”
Jongin allows himself to melt into the comfort of his bed, the coolness of it almost shocking. He’s hot all over from simply watching Junmyeon get off.
Junmyeon takes off Jongin’s briefs completely, hands lingering along the v of Jongin’s hips as he pulls them away. He tosses them onto the floor, reminding himself to clean up after so it’s not a bother to Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. “You’re so hard,” he murmurs, thumbing along the length of Jongin’s cock, “and you’ve left such a stain on your briefs, we’ll have to wash them ourselves.”
Jongin colors, cheeks reddening at how calmly Junmyeon says it, almost as if he’s remarking on the weather. It embarrasses Jongin but he knows it not meant to. If anything, Junmyeon is saying it to make Jongin even harder.
“Let me take care of this first,” Junmyeon murmurs as he ducks his head so that he’s level with Jongin’s erection. He licks his lips and contemplates what to do next, eyes flickering to Jongin before he leans forward to nose at Jongin’s balls, “do you want my mouth or my hand?” he asks, licking under the soft sac before he tilts his head up, “or maybe you want both, Jongin-ah. Do you think you can handle both tonight?”
Jongin can only nod his head, panting hard as Junmyeon curls a hand around his cock to stroke him. It’s slow but purposeful the way Junmyeon moves, his mouth a constant against his skin, nibbling as he sucks on him. There’ll be marks, marks that only Junmyeon will be able to see but he leaves a few in spots that Jongin might find when he’s aching at night for a touch that he isn’t allowed to have during their busier days.
Contrary to his actions, Junmyeon doesn’t actually like to drag things out to the point where it’d be painful for Jongin. His only aim is to please Jongin, to draw out his pleasure and make him feel wanted and beautiful.
Junmyeon pulls back selfishly to take a look at the work he’s done so far, eyes on Jongin’s cock and on the marks that are visible even against the darkness of Jongin’s skin. The younger man is panting, obviously struggling with the need to come. Junmyeon sympathizes but he doesn’t move back just yet, taking Jongin’s hand in his own so that he can press kisses to the younger man’s knuckles. He sucks on a finger, lips parting to take it into his mouth and the moment Jongin’s eyes lock with his own, he gives him a smile.
Jongin’s cute. He’s the most adorable when he isn’t trying to be and Junmyeon loves him all the more for it. The way his body tenses when Junmyeon traces his name onto Jongin’s abdomen and the way Jongin moans when Junmyeon pulls his fingers out of his mouth, it’s so alluring.
“You make me want to do things to you,” Junmyeon says to Jongin, “you make me want to lock you into this room, Jongin-ah, so that I can keep you to myself. It-,” he shakes his head as he kneels, pulling Jongin’s lower half to rest on him as he leans forward, “you drive me crazy.”
Junmyeon allows Jongin a breath before he swallows him whole, mouth wide and lips stretched out around Jongin’s cock. He’s properly hard now after an hour of foreplay and Junmyeon has to admit that he likes it like this. He likes the way Jongin’s cock fills his mouth and the way Jongin can’t help but roll his hips to fuck his mouth. He likes to make Jongin lose control just as much as Jongin likes to do the same to him.
Junmyeon hums around Jongin’s cock, allowing Jongin to thrust until he hits the back of his throat before he swallows, watching with a pleased look in his eyes as Jongin whimpers and claws at the sheets. He’s such a dancer, Junmyeon marvels. They way Jongin snaps his hips and arches his toes, the way his skin flushes and the way his lashes flutter against his skin. He’s a performer. Jongin was made to be on the stage and to be admired.
It doesn’t take much for Jongin to come. He’s been holding back for too long now and it’s bordering on being painful for him as he clutches at his sheets, body twisting while he releases with a shout of his hyung’s name.
Junmyeon swallows the way he has always done, slurping obscenely so as he pulls back only to lick at any that he might have missed. He keeps Jongin on his lap, fingers soothing as he rubs a hand along Jongin’s tummy. Jongin’s eyes are unfocused and Junmyeon likes to see how wrecked he is just from a blowjob. It boosts his confidence to know that he’s the cause of this.
“Beautiful,” Junmyeon says with a soft sigh. He follows the blush of Jongin’s body with a hand, tracing the path for a while longer before he allows himself to sit up.
The drawer next to Jongin’s bed is where he keeps everything, not exactly a private spot considering the number of people they share a dorm with but it’s private enough. Junmyeon finds the condoms and the lubricant easily, dropping them onto the bed before he ruffles Jongin’s hair.
“Finger or mouth?” He asks again, smirking slightly at the exact moment that Jongin recalls the last time they’ve done this.
“Both,” Jongin says indecisively, mouth red and slick from all the biting he’s been doing.
Junmyeon hums and nods his head, easily folding Jongin in half, “I asked you to choose one, Jongin-ah. Both wasn’t a choice.”
It won’t do if Junmyeon gives in too easily. He’s been told by management that he spoils the maknaes too much, that it’s starting to be obvious who he favors. It’s a bit of a cheat though. He spoils Sehun because he should and he spoils Jongin because he wants to.
“Fine,” he says softly, eyes on the tip of Jongin’s tongue as it peeks out from the corner of his mouth, “both because you’ve been good.”
Jongin covers his face with a hand out of embarrassment while Junmyeon flips open the lubricant, squeezing an ample amount onto his fingers as he maneuvers Jongin’s body, turning him over and onto his front. “Up,” he murmurs in command, watching as Jongin pushes himself up slightly so that Junmyeon has access to him.
It always pleases Junmyeon to know how much Jongin trusts him. The complete faith that Jongin has in him to lead him both outside of and inside the bedroom. He won’t say it in such coarse terms but he really has trained Jongin well.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty boy,” Junmyeon murmurs more to himself than to Jongin, slipping a finger inside of Jongin as he reaches with his other hand to wrap around Jongin’s softened cock. Junmyeon keeps his fist around it but doesn’t move his hand otherwise, choosing to do this even slower than he normally might as he moves his finger in and out of Jongin, taking great care not to rush. Patience is something he’s got in spades.
"Please, hyung," Jongin starts to plead again as Junmyeon slips another finger inside of him, the coldness of the lubricant causing him to squirm.
"Still not time to beg yet, Jongin-ah," Junmyeon murmurs as he presses himself along Jongin's back, taking pity on him as he watches Jongin thrust forward slightly into his fist in attempts to speed things up. "I want to take my time with you tonight," he says.
Junmyeon loves Jongin so much, he really does and he can't help the desire he has to spend as much time on Jongin and his beautiful body. He holds himself in check most of the time, for a leader of an already preyed upon group cannot be seen as weak but this is his one weakness, this boy with his skin shades darker than his own, so gorgeous and shy.
"Love you, Jongin-ah," he says softly as he falls onto the sheets, lying on his side. He pulls his fingers out of Jongin for a moment, wiping them across Jongin's back and then he's curling Jongin into him, back to front so that he can spoon the younger man.
Jongin is smart enough to arch his neck for a kiss, lips barely reaching if it weren't for Junmyeon tilting his head forward in compliance. He's feeling hot all over again, his cock already halfway hard. Junmyeon keeps a hand curled around his thigh as he encourages Jongin to part his legs once more, tracing the very base of Jongin's cock with a finger as he exchanges a series of wet kisses with the younger man.
Junmyeon really can't help the way he's already hard enough to fuck already, the tip of his cock pressing along the curve of Jongin's ass. He waits out the momentary urge to push himself into the slick heat that he had his fingers in just minutes ago, biting into the juncture of Jongin's neck as it meets his shoulder, sucking and licking a mark that he knows will turn purple. Purple is a good color on Jongin, that's what Junmyeon thinks.
Jongin let's out a breathy whine as Junmyeon presses three fingers into him, his hand going immediately to clutch onto Junmyeon's hair, tugging as he parts his mouth and whimpers. Junmyeon grins against his throat, his wrist snapping every so lightly as he curls his fingers in deeper, pressing insistently against him.
"F- fuck," Jongin cries out, hips grinding down as he twists his body in response to the bursts of pleasure that he's feeling, gasping for his hyung all the while. Jongin tugs hard on Junmyeon's hair as he loses all composure, fucking himself on Junmyeon's fingers with an unsteadiness that shows just how easily he could come.
"Shh," Jumyeon soothes, using his free hand to press Jongin down and slow the frantic rolls of his hips. "Don't rush, Jongin-ah, we've got time still." Junmyeon licks up Jongin's throat and bites gently at his earlobe, toying with it just to watch Jongin arch away from him. "Feels good, right? Is it better if I do this?" he asks, pulling his fingers out only to thrust them right back in, repeating the motion enough times that Jongin is muffling screams into the palm of his hand. "Or this?" he asks, pulling his hand away so he can take hold of his cock, rubbing the tip of it against Jongin's hole.
Jongin bites on the fleshy part of his palm, gasping when Junmyeon takes his hand away from him so that he can suck on the bite marks Jongin has left on himself. He breathes harshly and erratically, eyes unfocused and clouded as he tries to keep himself still. He's aching for it now, for the feel of Junmyeon's cock as it stretches him open the way that it always does no matter the amount of prep Junmyeon does. Jongin knows it won't work if he begs, Junmyeon would only tease him further. He has to listen and do as Junmyeon is saying.
"My perfect boy," Junmyeon says softly, rewarding Jongin with a kiss to his cheek, "I love you so much."
Junmyeon reaches for the condom, giving permission for Jongin to touch him for the first time when he presses the foil into the younger man's hand. Once allowed, Jongin turns immediately, tearing the packaging of the condom so that he can roll the condom onto Junmyeon's cock, a task that he does as slowly as he can. He runs his fingers along the thickness of a cock that he's had in his mouth many times before, closing his eyes as he recalls those times now, unable to resist the way his hand twists while he strokes Junmyeon's cock.
"What'd I say about rushing things?" Junmyeon asks but Jongin can hear how strained his voice has become, lifting his head up as he gazes at the older man, a small smile on his face to show how proud he is of the effect he has on Junmyeon. "This is all you," Junmyeon confirms, voice rough because he knows exactly what Jongin is thinking right now.
Condom on, Jongin brings his hands up Junmyeon's chest instead, fingertips brushing along the hardened muscles, reveling in the fact that Jumyeon jumps ever so slightly from his touches. He breathes in deeply before he ducks his head, licking just once along the path his fingers were taking moments ago and then he's back, eyes bright the way they get when he's learning a new dance.
"Turn back around for me," Junmyeon urges him, voice low.
Jongin complies as he always does, following his leader's instructions with ease. He keeps his legs parted as he arches backward, finding comfort in fingers that entwine with his as Junmyeon presses into him, slow and steady like all the times before. He can't suppress the moans, turning his head in a silent request for a kiss that he's given almost immediately. Junmyeon spoils him so.
"Gorgeous," Junmyeon says with effort, pushing and pressing until he's all the way in, the base of his cock nestled against the curve of Jongin's ass cheeks. "My best boy," he says because he means it, kissing Jongin with a gentleness that he hasn't shown yet, allowing the younger man to grow accustomed to the hardness and thickness of his cock inside of him.
Jongin blushes but it's out of pride and not shame, tilting his head so he can breathe. Junmyeon wraps an arm around his neck to cushion his head, giving him something to lean on as he keeps his hand splayed against the base of Jongin's neck. He's being held down, Jongin knows that and he doesn't care, urging Junmyeon on instead with a roll of his hips. He pushes back insistently, already adjusted.
"I just want you," he rushes to say before he can be quieted, "want you all the time."
Junmyeon curls his hand around Jongin's neck for one long second before he lets go, pulling out of the younger man before thrusting back in, hard and audible. "You always know what to say to drive me crazy," he says, sounding as wrecked as Jongin feels for the first time tonight.
Jongin scratches at Junmyeon's skin, his arm twisted around so that he's gripping onto the older man's ass, his other hand wrapped around the wrist of Junmyeon's hand on his neck. He needs to touch and be touched in return, crying out sharply when Junmyeon changes the angle of his thrusts.
"Junmyeon- I- hyung," he cries, his toes curling while Junmyeon pulls him closer until there's not a single space between them.
Junmyeon noses behind Jongin's ear as he thrusts, always slow and hard, controlling his pace despite wanting nothing more than to fuck Jongin apart. He wants to make it last, wants to spend as much time as he possibly can on Jongin.
"All it takes is one thought of you like this," Junmyeon tells him, "and I forget that there exists anyone else but you." He pants right into Jongin's ear, letting him hear exactly how deep his desperation is for him as he snaps his hips, pushing Jongin upwards with the force of his thrusts.
It's a hard coupling, intense and just rough enough that Jongin will feel it tomorrow. He doesn't care much though, sweat making his grip on Junmyeon slip as the older man falters. His orgasm is nearing too.
Junmyeon forces himself to stop with sheer determination and stubbornness, growling in his throat when Jongin lets out a quiet whine. He pulls out and breathes, chest and belly tight. He's fighting with his own body now as he sits up, reaching to help Jongin straddle his body.
"I want to see your face when you come," he tells Jongin.
Jongin would protest but he doesn't because there's a part of him that likes to hear these things, especially with the knowledge that he's the only one Junmyeon says it to. He kneels obediently for Junmyeon, waiting as he older man pushes into him again. He wobbles right after it happens, limbs feeling weak as if he's spent hours in rehearsal.
Junmyeon pulls him right against his chest and kisses him, hands supporting him and holding him still as Junmyeon snaps his hips upwards, thrusting into Jongin with no warning.
"Jongin-ah," Junmyeon whispers right into the younger man's ear, "now you can beg."
Jongin barely has a moment to blink before Junmyeon makes good on his words, fucking him hard enough that Jongin cries out from the force of the thrusts. He gasps more than he breathes, keening as he grabs hold of Junmyeon and takes it, unable to last even a minute before he's coming.
Junmyeon grins against Jongin's chest, pushing the younger man flat on the bed as he brings Jongin's legs up and spreads them. He's focused entirely on the rosy glow of Jongin's cheeks and on his pretty mouth as Jongin's parts them to moan Junmyeon's name.
"You're so beautiful, you know?"
Jongin opens his eyes, panting as he takes in how still Junmyeon is while inside of him, cock hard since he hasn't come yet. Jongin bites his lower lip and nods his head, fingers grasping for Junmyeon's, "You make me feel it," he says quietly.
Junmyeon smiles at that, the widest smile in his repertoire, one that he only ever uses with his family and closest of friends. The one that Jongin gets to see first thing he wakes most mornings.
"Good," Junmyeon says, propping himself up with his hands as he kisses Jongin, thrusting through the younger man's orgasm to come himself, "because that's what you are."
- - -
Jongin is constantly asked what the secret is behind his confidence and charisma on-stage. It's a question that he never really knows how to answer for if he were to be honest, he'd have to say that the secret is having someone who believes and loves you the way Junmyeon does him, and frankly that's not something he's ever going to share.
So he smiles instead and tells them that it comes with practice and frequent looks in the mirror.
pairing: junmyeon/jongin
rating: nc-17
words: 6,221
summary: junmyeon likes to remind jongin how beautiful he is.
a/n: pure, unapologetic smut served with a side of sentimentality. written to hozier's take me to church on loop.
Beautiful. It’s not a word that Jongin hears very often in association with himself. His fans tell him he’s handsome all the time and he hears of how sexy he is on the daily but beautiful is something only one person has ever used to describe him. At the age of thirteen, when Jongin was still a trainee, unpolished and tiny, Junmyeon was the first to find him beautiful enough to tell him to his face. It stayed with him, mainly because Junmyeon also stayed with him, but also because it was the most genuine compliment Jongin has ever received.
You’re beautiful, you know?.
The thing is, Jongin does know but even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t be too bad a thing for Junmyeon reminds him of it often enough that he could never forget but never so often that he doesn’t still blush when he hears it.
Junmyeon has always had a way words long before SM even got to him, a manner of speaking that’s both polished due to his schooling, polite because of his upbringing but sincere because of his personality. When Junmyeon compliments him, Jongin takes it to heart and when he scolds him, however lightly, Jongin remembers it.
Jongin recalls snippets of the day they were told of their imminent debut. He can remember the giggling, the excitement that was thrumming through his body from the simple knowledge that they had finally made it. The thing he remembers the most is Junmyeon on his left, smile soft and his official leader now, telling him in a quiet voice, “You’re beautiful.”
That was the second time Junmyeon ever said it. Now, at the age of twenty-one, Jongin can count on one hand the number of times that it’s happened but the number of times that Junmyeon has made him feel beautiful, he’s lost count of.
- - -
“Jongin-ah,” Junmyeon says, the word mouthed against the curve of Jongin’s ear, “come to bed.”
Jongin startles at the sudden touch, his mouth drying as he tilts his head, able to feel the pressing of Junmyeon’s hands on his hips as the older man tugs and turns him around so that he faces him. “It’s early though?” he asks in reply, squinting to see the clock in their living room, “it’s six, hyung, I was going to see if there’s leftovers from yesterday.”
Junmyeon smiles because he knows Jongin well enough to know he’s not hungry but he thinks he’s got enough patience today that he’ll play along. “Don’t think there’s any but we can order in if you’re hungry,” he says with a softness to him that he usually hides in favor of presenting a stronger front to the public. “You hungry?” His fingers tighten a fraction until he’s got a proper grip on Jongin, thumb pressing into the hollow of Jongin’s hips hard enough that he knows the younger man will feel it but not enough to make him squirm.
“Maybe,” Jongin mumbles back, twitching slightly.
“You want chicken?” Junmyeon asks, taking a step forward so that he backs Jongin into the wall. He lets go of Jongin’s hips in favor of a wrist instead, fingers stroking the inside skin before he brings it up to his mouth. He pauses halfway and tugs slightly so Jongin will look at him instead of at the ground, “Or maybe you want bibimbap instead?”
It’s one of those days where no one else is home, the others either on vacation or occupied with individual activities, and while it is early, Junmyeon has a list of things in mind that he wants to do and it’s going to take all night for him to do them. He’ll need an early start.
Jongin stays quiet but the tips of his ears are red and enough of an indication for Junmyeon to continue.
“Or,” he murmurs, voice a fraction lower as he mouths along the skin of Jongin’s wrist, taking a nibble before he continues, “maybe we can eat later if you’re not hungry.”
He’s barely done speaking before he gets a reply, “Later,” Jongin breathes out, “later is fine.”
“Good,” Junmyeon says with the kind of smile that Jongin’s become familiar with only in the last two years of their relationship, the kind of smile that promises him many things including pain but mostly with immense satisfaction, “because I’m actually pretty hungry myself.”
It’s a quick walk to the bedroom after that, always his because Junmyeon shares with Sehun who can be a brat about these things and because Junmyeon once said that he liked the way his skin looked when laid out against the whiteness of his sheets. “There’s something about being able to do this to you in your own bed,” Junmyeon had whispered one night, fingers around his nape as he leaned in to kiss his throat, “being able to take you apart and touch all the parts of you that you can’t even touch yourself, Jongin-ah. I like it.” Well, Jongin likes it too.
“Hyung,” he murmurs as he undresses himself, fingers fumbling out of nervousness and excitement, “stop staring.”
“But I want to,” Junmyeon replies easily, “you’re gorgeous like this, you know?”
That’s always the reply as well whenever Jongin asks why Junmyeon stares, that he’s gorgeous or arresting, that Junmyeon can’t help himself. He always poses it as a question, as if he somehow knows whenever Jongin is in need of an extra bit of attention that isn’t just an offhanded comment about how good he is at dancing or how sexy he is on stage. Jongin knows that he’s good at what he does and he knows he looks good while doing it but he still finds it hard sometimes to reply when asked.
Junmyeon’s belt clatters as he tugs it off roughly, the jeans slipping to the floor and Jongin hurries out of his sweats as well, a sock halfway off his foot as he stumbles. Junmyeon laughs at him and reaches out to steady him, a hand at his elbow so that he can pull him in close.
“You really are gorgeous,” he says again, his thumb sliding from his elbow to his wrist to keep Jongin from moving so much, “every inch of you, Jongin-ah, is gorgeous.” Junmyeon smiles and it’s a kind smile, not the one that he gives to the fangirls but the one that he reserves for Jongin and for them. The smile that Jongin got four years ago when he was crying because he first hurt his waist and couldn’t dance properly. It was the smile that Junmyeon gave him when he found him in the rehearsal room, sweaty and curled in a heap. “Gorgeous,” he repeats again so Jongin will listen, “and mine.”
Junmyeon thinks he’s been patient enough for one day and he takes pity on Jongin, leading them towards the bed. He sits Jongin down on it and kneels, fingers gentle as he tugs off Jongin’s sock for him. The younger man still has his briefs on but he’s naked otherwise, unmarred and perfect, in Junmyeon’s opinion.
“Hyung, please,” Jongin says out of embarrassment, feeling twitchy again since Junmyeon’s fully naked and he isn’t. He can’t keep his eyes away from Junmyeon’s body now that he’s unclothed and he doesn’t try to either, letting himself linger on the hardness of Junmyeon’s abs and on the bruises littered along his pale skin from dance practices and movie filming.
“It’s too early to beg,” Junmyeon says with a soft tsk, “you know that, Jongin-ah.” He sits between Jongin’s legs, hands on his thighs and it only takes a light push to get Jongin to spread them. “Be good for me,” he says as he leans in to press a kiss to the inside of Jongin’s thigh, close enough that he can feel the heat of Jongin’s cock through his briefs, “and I won’t make you ask me too much for it later.”
Jongin exhales and it’s shaky, his fingers going to curl into the half-folded comforter on his bed. He tilts his head back as well, eyes clenching shut when he feels the wetness of Junmyeon’s mouth as it goes from kissing to sucking along his skin.
Junmyeon’s in one of his moods again, Jongin could tell the moment his hyung had let him keep his briefs on. It won’t be quick but it won’t be rough either for Junmyeon’s never rough with him, he wouldn’t hurt him in the slightest but it’ll ache all the same.
“Hyung,” he whispers, stopping short of a whine when Junmyeon presses him into the bed, splaying him out the way he knows Junmyeon enjoys. “Don’t- get on the bed at least,” he says.
“It’s fine,” Junmyeon says, sliding his hand across Jongin’s stomach, pressing ever so slightly as he spreads Jongin’s legs wider apart with his other hand, “I’m fine, Jongin-ah, don’t worry about me.”
Jongin swallows his protests because he saw the slight limp when Junmyeon returned home the other day from filming and if anything, he should be the one of his knees but it’s forgotten the moment Junmyeon palms his half-hard cock through his briefs, a touch rougher than normal as he drags the briefs down so that the very head of Jongin’s cock is freed.
“Shit,” Jongin breathes out, “shit-,” he moans and it’s stuck in his throat. He lifts his head up, wanting so desperately to see the way Junmyeon is playing with him now, his tongue pressed to the side of his cock, teeth dragging slightly as he breathes him in.
Junmyeon’s obsessed and he knows it. He’s obsessed with the way Jongin dances and the way Jongin smiles and mostly with the way Jongin will gasp his name when everything gets to be too much for him.
“Gorgeous,” he says, fingers entwining with Jongin’s as he catches his eye as well, “absolutely gorgeous, Jongin-ah.” He tugs to arch the younger man, lips fitting around only the head of Jongin’s cock as he sucks, tasting the tang of pre-come as he swallows. Even this, he’s obsessed with.
Jongin hisses and throws his head back, unable to look at his hyung but unable to look away either. It’s a slow burn, he can feel it building inside of him already but he keeps it back, controlling himself with some difficulty. He’s the only one that rivals Junmyeon when it comes to that.
“They’re wrong you know,” Junmyeon says as he releases Jongin’s cock with a soft pop, “when they say that you’re not as pretty because you’re darker than them, they’re wrong.” Junmyeon reaches for Jongin’s cock, pulling it free from the briefs completely as he strokes with familiarity, “you’re the prettiest one of us.”
Jongin bites his lip to keep from replying, squeezing Junmyeon’s hand in his own as he inhales sharply. Junmyeon stroking is slow but firm, his hand just large enough to wrap around the entirety of his cock when hard.
“I love you like this,” Junmyeon admits, wanting Jongin to know even if it’s embarrassing. He pushes Jongin further back on his bed so that he can climb in, his body aching not from the kneeling but from want. “I’m always thinking about you, not just like this, but in all the ways possible,” he says quietly, stroking himself now as he gazes down at Jongin, the way the younger man blushes as he looks him.
Junmyeon knows what they say about him, he knows that he’s too PC and that he’s too proper but he can’t be anything but that, not after seven years as a trainee and despite the company and his members constantly telling him to loosen up, the truth is that he doesn’t want to. It took seven years for him to debut and while simply debuting was enough for some of them, it isn’t for him. He doesn’t think of debuting as a success, he thinks of it as step one towards succeeding.
“You’re always on my mind,” Junmyeon says, allowing Jongin to sit up but not to touch. Junmyeon looks at Jongin properly, the way he always does if he’s being honest with himself, and he smiles. This is someone he’s grown up with, a boy that he trained with and a boy that he was always in love with. He is the one vice that Junmyeon allows himself, being in love and being able to do this. “On your back,” he says quietly.
Jongin complies, gaze on Junmyeon as he lies back. Junmyeon reaches for his ankle, squeezing for a moment before he pushes so that Jongin has a foot planted on the bed, opening him up even further.
“I could come like this,” Junmyeon admits, hand still on his own cock as he keeps his eyes on Jongin, “just from looking at you, Jongin-ah, I could come, but you know that already.” He swallows and twists his wrist, stroking himself faster and harder. He doesn’t want this to be a bother, he doesn’t want anything to distract him from properly doing what it is that he wants to do. “Fuck it, Jongin,” he curses, losing his composure the way he only does when he’s exceptionally angry or when he’s in bed with Jongin, “you’re so beautiful.”
Jongin closes his eyes when he hears the words, fingers curling into a fist. He’s desperate for Junmyeon to touch him again, wanting the feel of those calloused hands as they open him up and take him apart. It’s unhealthy the way he feels about his hyung.
“Open your eyes, Jongin.” Junmyeon waits until Jongin does, holding his cock still as he moves forward, “I want you to watch.” Junmyeon waits for Jongin’s eyes to settle on his cock before he continues again, stroking himself with the kind of speed that he normally reserves for morning wanks in the bathroom. “I’m going to come and I want you to see because it’s you, Jongin-ah, you’re the reason this is happening.”
Jongin bites his lip again, keeping himself from moaning as he watches Junmyeon’s hand, the way it’s wrapped around his cock, the way he’s stroking so hard and fast. Junmyeon’s pants fill the bedroom, his groans low and harsh as he drags Jongin up from the bed with his other hand so that he can pull free his lip with a thumb. It won’t do if it bruises and then Junmyeon keeps his hand around his nape, pushing so that Jongin can’t look anywhere else but at Junmyeon’s cock.
“I want-,” Jongin manages to say, hands curling into the sheets as he fights with himself to reach for Junmyeon and touch him the way he so desperately aches to.
“No,” Junmyeon says, “later,” he promises instead. He doesn’t need more than this for there’s nothing more attractive to Junmyeon than a naked and desperate Jongin. He leans in closer so that Jongin’s forehead is resting against his shoulder, head bowed so that he can keep watching. Junmyeon breathes in the scent of Jongin’s shampoo and swallows roughly as he feels his orgasm nearing, his hand stuttering as he starts to give in to the building pleasure.
Jongin whispers his name then, a soft but audible whimper to accompany it and Junmyeon comes just like that, groaning just once as he slows his pace, hand trembling while he continues to stroke himself despite having come already. He doesn’t have to look to know that Jongin’s chest is marked with his come. He can tell simply from the way Jongin’s fingers are curled around his waist.
“If I dared,” Junmyeon says, “I would fill my phone with photos of you like this, Jongin-ah. I would take picture after picture of you in bed with me.”
Jongin’s breath hitches audibly but this isn’t the first time Junmyeon’s confessed this to him. He knows better than anyone of the shortness of the leash that Junmyeon keeps himself on and he knows that Junmyeon would never risk the band or more importantly, Jongin himself, for something like that.
“I told you to get a polaroid camera, hyung,” Jongin mumbles, embarrassed by Junmyeon’s words and by the wetness on his chest, evidence of how he much he makes Junmyeon feel.
“And where would I keep those photos?” Junmyeon asks, clearly amused.
“In a shoebox under your bed,” Jongin teases back. It’s this ease that they have in bed that pleases him the most, the fact that no matter what they’re doing and where they are, Junmyeon is always the hyung he loves the most.
“No,” Junmyeon says, pulling back so that Jongin can’t hide anymore, “it’s okay if I don’t have photos, know why?” He waits for Jongin to shake his head, lips pursed slightly in a curious pout, “Because I’ve got you,” Junmyeon murmurs, “a photo could never compare, Jongin-ah.”
He leans in for a kiss then, cutting off the reply Jongin had to such corny words. It’s their first of the night and Jongin allows himself to melt into the warmth of it, the familiarity that Junmyeon’s lips bring him and the comfort that it provides. Five years they’ve been together and Jongin still feels something different every time Junmyeon kisses him.
“Hyung,” he exhales between kisses, fingers automatically curled into Junmyeon’s, hands laced tightly as he tilts his head up. “Can I touch now?”
Junmyeon laughs, always fond of Jongin when he’s eager like this. “No, not until I’m done with you.” Jongin nearly pouts but Junmyeon kisses it away, tongue slipping into Jongin’s mouth with ease as he tilts Jongin backwards to press him into bed once more. “Also, no, I am not done with you, not nearly so.”
Jongin allows himself to melt into the comfort of his bed, the coolness of it almost shocking. He’s hot all over from simply watching Junmyeon get off.
Junmyeon takes off Jongin’s briefs completely, hands lingering along the v of Jongin’s hips as he pulls them away. He tosses them onto the floor, reminding himself to clean up after so it’s not a bother to Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. “You’re so hard,” he murmurs, thumbing along the length of Jongin’s cock, “and you’ve left such a stain on your briefs, we’ll have to wash them ourselves.”
Jongin colors, cheeks reddening at how calmly Junmyeon says it, almost as if he’s remarking on the weather. It embarrasses Jongin but he knows it not meant to. If anything, Junmyeon is saying it to make Jongin even harder.
“Let me take care of this first,” Junmyeon murmurs as he ducks his head so that he’s level with Jongin’s erection. He licks his lips and contemplates what to do next, eyes flickering to Jongin before he leans forward to nose at Jongin’s balls, “do you want my mouth or my hand?” he asks, licking under the soft sac before he tilts his head up, “or maybe you want both, Jongin-ah. Do you think you can handle both tonight?”
Jongin can only nod his head, panting hard as Junmyeon curls a hand around his cock to stroke him. It’s slow but purposeful the way Junmyeon moves, his mouth a constant against his skin, nibbling as he sucks on him. There’ll be marks, marks that only Junmyeon will be able to see but he leaves a few in spots that Jongin might find when he’s aching at night for a touch that he isn’t allowed to have during their busier days.
Contrary to his actions, Junmyeon doesn’t actually like to drag things out to the point where it’d be painful for Jongin. His only aim is to please Jongin, to draw out his pleasure and make him feel wanted and beautiful.
Junmyeon pulls back selfishly to take a look at the work he’s done so far, eyes on Jongin’s cock and on the marks that are visible even against the darkness of Jongin’s skin. The younger man is panting, obviously struggling with the need to come. Junmyeon sympathizes but he doesn’t move back just yet, taking Jongin’s hand in his own so that he can press kisses to the younger man’s knuckles. He sucks on a finger, lips parting to take it into his mouth and the moment Jongin’s eyes lock with his own, he gives him a smile.
Jongin’s cute. He’s the most adorable when he isn’t trying to be and Junmyeon loves him all the more for it. The way his body tenses when Junmyeon traces his name onto Jongin’s abdomen and the way Jongin moans when Junmyeon pulls his fingers out of his mouth, it’s so alluring.
“You make me want to do things to you,” Junmyeon says to Jongin, “you make me want to lock you into this room, Jongin-ah, so that I can keep you to myself. It-,” he shakes his head as he kneels, pulling Jongin’s lower half to rest on him as he leans forward, “you drive me crazy.”
Junmyeon allows Jongin a breath before he swallows him whole, mouth wide and lips stretched out around Jongin’s cock. He’s properly hard now after an hour of foreplay and Junmyeon has to admit that he likes it like this. He likes the way Jongin’s cock fills his mouth and the way Jongin can’t help but roll his hips to fuck his mouth. He likes to make Jongin lose control just as much as Jongin likes to do the same to him.
Junmyeon hums around Jongin’s cock, allowing Jongin to thrust until he hits the back of his throat before he swallows, watching with a pleased look in his eyes as Jongin whimpers and claws at the sheets. He’s such a dancer, Junmyeon marvels. They way Jongin snaps his hips and arches his toes, the way his skin flushes and the way his lashes flutter against his skin. He’s a performer. Jongin was made to be on the stage and to be admired.
It doesn’t take much for Jongin to come. He’s been holding back for too long now and it’s bordering on being painful for him as he clutches at his sheets, body twisting while he releases with a shout of his hyung’s name.
Junmyeon swallows the way he has always done, slurping obscenely so as he pulls back only to lick at any that he might have missed. He keeps Jongin on his lap, fingers soothing as he rubs a hand along Jongin’s tummy. Jongin’s eyes are unfocused and Junmyeon likes to see how wrecked he is just from a blowjob. It boosts his confidence to know that he’s the cause of this.
“Beautiful,” Junmyeon says with a soft sigh. He follows the blush of Jongin’s body with a hand, tracing the path for a while longer before he allows himself to sit up.
The drawer next to Jongin’s bed is where he keeps everything, not exactly a private spot considering the number of people they share a dorm with but it’s private enough. Junmyeon finds the condoms and the lubricant easily, dropping them onto the bed before he ruffles Jongin’s hair.
“Finger or mouth?” He asks again, smirking slightly at the exact moment that Jongin recalls the last time they’ve done this.
“Both,” Jongin says indecisively, mouth red and slick from all the biting he’s been doing.
Junmyeon hums and nods his head, easily folding Jongin in half, “I asked you to choose one, Jongin-ah. Both wasn’t a choice.”
It won’t do if Junmyeon gives in too easily. He’s been told by management that he spoils the maknaes too much, that it’s starting to be obvious who he favors. It’s a bit of a cheat though. He spoils Sehun because he should and he spoils Jongin because he wants to.
“Fine,” he says softly, eyes on the tip of Jongin’s tongue as it peeks out from the corner of his mouth, “both because you’ve been good.”
Jongin covers his face with a hand out of embarrassment while Junmyeon flips open the lubricant, squeezing an ample amount onto his fingers as he maneuvers Jongin’s body, turning him over and onto his front. “Up,” he murmurs in command, watching as Jongin pushes himself up slightly so that Junmyeon has access to him.
It always pleases Junmyeon to know how much Jongin trusts him. The complete faith that Jongin has in him to lead him both outside of and inside the bedroom. He won’t say it in such coarse terms but he really has trained Jongin well.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty boy,” Junmyeon murmurs more to himself than to Jongin, slipping a finger inside of Jongin as he reaches with his other hand to wrap around Jongin’s softened cock. Junmyeon keeps his fist around it but doesn’t move his hand otherwise, choosing to do this even slower than he normally might as he moves his finger in and out of Jongin, taking great care not to rush. Patience is something he’s got in spades.
"Please, hyung," Jongin starts to plead again as Junmyeon slips another finger inside of him, the coldness of the lubricant causing him to squirm.
"Still not time to beg yet, Jongin-ah," Junmyeon murmurs as he presses himself along Jongin's back, taking pity on him as he watches Jongin thrust forward slightly into his fist in attempts to speed things up. "I want to take my time with you tonight," he says.
Junmyeon loves Jongin so much, he really does and he can't help the desire he has to spend as much time on Jongin and his beautiful body. He holds himself in check most of the time, for a leader of an already preyed upon group cannot be seen as weak but this is his one weakness, this boy with his skin shades darker than his own, so gorgeous and shy.
"Love you, Jongin-ah," he says softly as he falls onto the sheets, lying on his side. He pulls his fingers out of Jongin for a moment, wiping them across Jongin's back and then he's curling Jongin into him, back to front so that he can spoon the younger man.
Jongin is smart enough to arch his neck for a kiss, lips barely reaching if it weren't for Junmyeon tilting his head forward in compliance. He's feeling hot all over again, his cock already halfway hard. Junmyeon keeps a hand curled around his thigh as he encourages Jongin to part his legs once more, tracing the very base of Jongin's cock with a finger as he exchanges a series of wet kisses with the younger man.
Junmyeon really can't help the way he's already hard enough to fuck already, the tip of his cock pressing along the curve of Jongin's ass. He waits out the momentary urge to push himself into the slick heat that he had his fingers in just minutes ago, biting into the juncture of Jongin's neck as it meets his shoulder, sucking and licking a mark that he knows will turn purple. Purple is a good color on Jongin, that's what Junmyeon thinks.
Jongin let's out a breathy whine as Junmyeon presses three fingers into him, his hand going immediately to clutch onto Junmyeon's hair, tugging as he parts his mouth and whimpers. Junmyeon grins against his throat, his wrist snapping every so lightly as he curls his fingers in deeper, pressing insistently against him.
"F- fuck," Jongin cries out, hips grinding down as he twists his body in response to the bursts of pleasure that he's feeling, gasping for his hyung all the while. Jongin tugs hard on Junmyeon's hair as he loses all composure, fucking himself on Junmyeon's fingers with an unsteadiness that shows just how easily he could come.
"Shh," Jumyeon soothes, using his free hand to press Jongin down and slow the frantic rolls of his hips. "Don't rush, Jongin-ah, we've got time still." Junmyeon licks up Jongin's throat and bites gently at his earlobe, toying with it just to watch Jongin arch away from him. "Feels good, right? Is it better if I do this?" he asks, pulling his fingers out only to thrust them right back in, repeating the motion enough times that Jongin is muffling screams into the palm of his hand. "Or this?" he asks, pulling his hand away so he can take hold of his cock, rubbing the tip of it against Jongin's hole.
Jongin bites on the fleshy part of his palm, gasping when Junmyeon takes his hand away from him so that he can suck on the bite marks Jongin has left on himself. He breathes harshly and erratically, eyes unfocused and clouded as he tries to keep himself still. He's aching for it now, for the feel of Junmyeon's cock as it stretches him open the way that it always does no matter the amount of prep Junmyeon does. Jongin knows it won't work if he begs, Junmyeon would only tease him further. He has to listen and do as Junmyeon is saying.
"My perfect boy," Junmyeon says softly, rewarding Jongin with a kiss to his cheek, "I love you so much."
Junmyeon reaches for the condom, giving permission for Jongin to touch him for the first time when he presses the foil into the younger man's hand. Once allowed, Jongin turns immediately, tearing the packaging of the condom so that he can roll the condom onto Junmyeon's cock, a task that he does as slowly as he can. He runs his fingers along the thickness of a cock that he's had in his mouth many times before, closing his eyes as he recalls those times now, unable to resist the way his hand twists while he strokes Junmyeon's cock.
"What'd I say about rushing things?" Junmyeon asks but Jongin can hear how strained his voice has become, lifting his head up as he gazes at the older man, a small smile on his face to show how proud he is of the effect he has on Junmyeon. "This is all you," Junmyeon confirms, voice rough because he knows exactly what Jongin is thinking right now.
Condom on, Jongin brings his hands up Junmyeon's chest instead, fingertips brushing along the hardened muscles, reveling in the fact that Jumyeon jumps ever so slightly from his touches. He breathes in deeply before he ducks his head, licking just once along the path his fingers were taking moments ago and then he's back, eyes bright the way they get when he's learning a new dance.
"Turn back around for me," Junmyeon urges him, voice low.
Jongin complies as he always does, following his leader's instructions with ease. He keeps his legs parted as he arches backward, finding comfort in fingers that entwine with his as Junmyeon presses into him, slow and steady like all the times before. He can't suppress the moans, turning his head in a silent request for a kiss that he's given almost immediately. Junmyeon spoils him so.
"Gorgeous," Junmyeon says with effort, pushing and pressing until he's all the way in, the base of his cock nestled against the curve of Jongin's ass cheeks. "My best boy," he says because he means it, kissing Jongin with a gentleness that he hasn't shown yet, allowing the younger man to grow accustomed to the hardness and thickness of his cock inside of him.
Jongin blushes but it's out of pride and not shame, tilting his head so he can breathe. Junmyeon wraps an arm around his neck to cushion his head, giving him something to lean on as he keeps his hand splayed against the base of Jongin's neck. He's being held down, Jongin knows that and he doesn't care, urging Junmyeon on instead with a roll of his hips. He pushes back insistently, already adjusted.
"I just want you," he rushes to say before he can be quieted, "want you all the time."
Junmyeon curls his hand around Jongin's neck for one long second before he lets go, pulling out of the younger man before thrusting back in, hard and audible. "You always know what to say to drive me crazy," he says, sounding as wrecked as Jongin feels for the first time tonight.
Jongin scratches at Junmyeon's skin, his arm twisted around so that he's gripping onto the older man's ass, his other hand wrapped around the wrist of Junmyeon's hand on his neck. He needs to touch and be touched in return, crying out sharply when Junmyeon changes the angle of his thrusts.
"Junmyeon- I- hyung," he cries, his toes curling while Junmyeon pulls him closer until there's not a single space between them.
Junmyeon noses behind Jongin's ear as he thrusts, always slow and hard, controlling his pace despite wanting nothing more than to fuck Jongin apart. He wants to make it last, wants to spend as much time as he possibly can on Jongin.
"All it takes is one thought of you like this," Junmyeon tells him, "and I forget that there exists anyone else but you." He pants right into Jongin's ear, letting him hear exactly how deep his desperation is for him as he snaps his hips, pushing Jongin upwards with the force of his thrusts.
It's a hard coupling, intense and just rough enough that Jongin will feel it tomorrow. He doesn't care much though, sweat making his grip on Junmyeon slip as the older man falters. His orgasm is nearing too.
Junmyeon forces himself to stop with sheer determination and stubbornness, growling in his throat when Jongin lets out a quiet whine. He pulls out and breathes, chest and belly tight. He's fighting with his own body now as he sits up, reaching to help Jongin straddle his body.
"I want to see your face when you come," he tells Jongin.
Jongin would protest but he doesn't because there's a part of him that likes to hear these things, especially with the knowledge that he's the only one Junmyeon says it to. He kneels obediently for Junmyeon, waiting as he older man pushes into him again. He wobbles right after it happens, limbs feeling weak as if he's spent hours in rehearsal.
Junmyeon pulls him right against his chest and kisses him, hands supporting him and holding him still as Junmyeon snaps his hips upwards, thrusting into Jongin with no warning.
"Jongin-ah," Junmyeon whispers right into the younger man's ear, "now you can beg."
Jongin barely has a moment to blink before Junmyeon makes good on his words, fucking him hard enough that Jongin cries out from the force of the thrusts. He gasps more than he breathes, keening as he grabs hold of Junmyeon and takes it, unable to last even a minute before he's coming.
Junmyeon grins against Jongin's chest, pushing the younger man flat on the bed as he brings Jongin's legs up and spreads them. He's focused entirely on the rosy glow of Jongin's cheeks and on his pretty mouth as Jongin's parts them to moan Junmyeon's name.
"You're so beautiful, you know?"
Jongin opens his eyes, panting as he takes in how still Junmyeon is while inside of him, cock hard since he hasn't come yet. Jongin bites his lower lip and nods his head, fingers grasping for Junmyeon's, "You make me feel it," he says quietly.
Junmyeon smiles at that, the widest smile in his repertoire, one that he only ever uses with his family and closest of friends. The one that Jongin gets to see first thing he wakes most mornings.
"Good," Junmyeon says, propping himself up with his hands as he kisses Jongin, thrusting through the younger man's orgasm to come himself, "because that's what you are."
- - -
Jongin is constantly asked what the secret is behind his confidence and charisma on-stage. It's a question that he never really knows how to answer for if he were to be honest, he'd have to say that the secret is having someone who believes and loves you the way Junmyeon does him, and frankly that's not something he's ever going to share.
So he smiles instead and tells them that it comes with practice and frequent looks in the mirror.