Spicy Love
title: spicy love
rating: nc-17
pairing: jonghyun/key
summary: Being attacked while in the kitchen leads to some not-so-harmless fun.
author's note: I finally got this out. and forever ago, I wanted to write it for dokidokidokun and I finally was able to write two more pages to it. Now I do gotta warn you all. THIS CONTAINS KNIFE-PLAY/BLOOD_PLAY. If that stuff bothers you, do not read. If you're okay with it, go ahead.
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“Ungh…” Key’s hair was pulled back roughly as his neck was attacked by sharp teeth. His hands were pushing on Jonghyun’s hips, trying to remove some of this unbearable heat from his body.
“Yes, baby?”
“Stop.” Key pushed Jonghyun away and crossed his arms. “Why must you always attack me when I’m cooking dinner? I shouldn’t-“
“You didn’t complain last time.”
“-have to watch my back every time, waiting to push you off when-“
“This is actually the first time you’ve pushed me off.”
“I need to be making food for the others. And if you interrupt me one more time, I swear Jonghyun; I will beat you with a wooden spoon.”
Jonghyun raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Again?”
The umma shrieked in aggravation and started hitting the vocalist with the spoon. The victim couldn’t do anything but laugh and block his head, trying-but failing-to get away from the other.
“Hyung! Kibum and Jjong-hyung are doing it in the kitchen again!” The maknae stepped out of the kitchen, letting the rapper step in.
“I swear, you two, enough. Now go to your room. I’ll cook.” Key was so infuriated with Jonghyun that he didn’t realize Minho had no authority over either of them.
Key dropped the cooking utensil to the floor and took a hold of his laughing boyfriend’s collar, dragging said man to their shared room. He slammed and locked the door.
“Planning on doing something?” Jonghyun teased when he noticed the door was now locked.
“Besides murdering you? No, but I don’t need any witnesses.” Key stepped towards the older idol.
Jonghyun stood his ground and waited until the rapper was close enough before reaching out to lift the tight shirt of the slim form. “I’m sorry, baby.” The singer was delighted when the other didn’t pull away. “You always look so tempting when you’re shaking those hips of yours.” He pulled their groins close, tugging the shirt off his boyfriend to discard completely. “And then I always get a glimpse of this skin.” He ran his long pianist fingers over the pale skin, smiling at the shivers when he caressed the white lines over the chest and sides.
“It’s been so long…” Kibum panted out. His eyes closed as he tilt his head to the side, baring his neck submissively.
“Since what?” Jonghyun teased. “Since I ran the knife over your skin, cutting into your soft flesh? Since I tasted your blood as it drizzled from my marks that are places that no one will ever know? Or since I let you tie me up against that post in the closet and let you have completely and utter control over me?”
Key’s panting increased as all these words were spoken into his skin.
“Tell me, baby, tell me; do you want to see me chained up, at your mercy, begging for your cock, begging for you to let me come as you spill your seed all over my face?” Jonghyun sat on the bed, pulling the pile of quivering bones to him. His mouth was working along Key’s stomach down the trail of dark hair as he hands undid the fastenings as the skinny jeans. “Or do you want me to hold you down and force you to suck my cock as I fuck that pretty mouth of yours?”
The rapper’s head was thrown back as he heard and felt what his boyfriend was saying, hands running through the soft hair, gently forcing the mouth further down as his cock was let free from the tight pants.
Jonghyun smirked and tongues the skin that led towards the hardened cock. He pressed his face against it, nuzzling it as he pushed his tongue out to run along the base. His boyfriend was moaning above him. He drew his neck back, holding the hard flesh as he reached the tip, wrapping his lips around it, sucking harshly immediately. The vocalist relaxed his throat just in time, as Key thrust forward, almost screamed at the sensation he caused, but bit his lip instead.
The hips were gyrating into his face, the arousal of his boyfriend going down his throat. With each thrust, Jonghyun’s head was pulled forward to meet the flesh, his nose brushing the dark curls as he struggled to breathe evenly. His hands were pressing into the hipbones and creating bruises.
“Fuck, Jjong.” The rapper moaned before pushing the vocalist away. He glared as the one on the bed chuckled, taking off his shirt. “You’re a fucking ass.”
“No, correction, dear,” there was another one of those dirty smirks. “I fuck ass. Yours to be exact. Now come sit, let me fuck that tight ass of yours as you ride and roll your hips, moaning my name like the slut you are.”
Key kicked off his pants and stood at the foot of the bed, still in between the legs of his lover. His eye narrowed as he contemplated his next move.
Smirking lightly, the diva slowly went to his knees, eyes level to look over at Jonghyun, who had leant back on his elbow, a smirk reflecting the others. Key let his hands run up Jonghyun’s thighs, down, along the insides before his fingers spread out over the hard bulge that was just beckoning to him.
He dragged his teeth along Jonghyun’s covered thighs, biting through the denim material. At Jonghyun’s lift of hips, Key looked up to see him smirking, and bit his lip, bringing his lips down to that bulge and mouthing it, putting pressure on the center of it.
Key got off his knees, still kneeling as he started to roll his body upward, along the older ones in sensual movements. He stopped and sat on his lap, loving how Jonghyun immediately sat up and wrapped his arms around his waist to hold him as he attacked his neck, much like earlier. Key pressed his body closer, his cock pressing against the singer’s body, his chest arched upward as Jonghyun latched onto one of Key’s hardened nipples.
Jonghyun’s devilish tongue was flicking back and forth. He started to rock up into the body that was sitting on his still confined dick.
“St-stop, Jjong.” Key jerked on Jonghyun’s hair to pull his head away, biting his lips while looking down into Jonghyun’s blackened eyes. He moved his arms from around his stomach, putting his hands on Jonghyun’s shoulders before roughly pushing the other to the bed.
“What are you going to do, babe? Tie me up with those ropes in your drawer? Tease me? Fuck me as you finally do what you want and cut me with that knife that is still stained with your delicious blood?”
“I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want and you’re just going to sit there and let me. Got it, honey.” The word ‘honey’ spilled from Key’s mouth like the thing itself. It sounded drenched with hidden promises and false comfort, false love.
“And who says I’ll lay back and be your bitch, Kibum?”
“I do.” And quicker than Jonghyun could have anticipated, Key pulled the knife from it’s sheathe in Jonghyun’s pants. “You don’t think I didn’t feel it as you were dry fucking me in the kitchen, do you?”
Jonghyun just smirked as Key lazily ran the point of the knife along his stomach, up to his chest, going back down as he applied enough pressure to break through the skin. The older one groaned and arched his back as pain assaulted him when Key continued to drag the knife through his skin.
“So pretty...” Kibum was fascinated as the blood came to the surface, spilling into Jonghyun’s toned stomach. “How does it taste?” Kibum lift the knife, staring at the blood with curiosity. “Tell me, baby. How’s it taste?” Key laid the bloody knife against Jonghyun’s parted lips, keeping eye-contact as the vocalist let his tongue run along the knife, wincing when he accidentally cut his tongue.
Key leaned forward before he could bring this tongue back into his mouth, and sucked it into his own. He kept his eyes open and stared into Jonghyun’s wide ones. He smirked around the pink muscle, sucking hard once before pulling back, the knife making a trail down that his lips followed. Moving the knife off to the side for now, he cleaned the cuts with his mouth, moaning as the iron-y taste filled his senses.
His tongue laved at the oozing blood. Key enjoyed the metallic taste as it ran down his throat and warmed his insides. He sucked the skin for more, enjoying how it oozed outward, and licked at the cut with his tongue. His eyes closed with pleasure as he was sure the older one was doing the same thing.
Key stood up, knowing he didn’t have to hold Jonghyun down. The cuts were sore and would cause too much pain if the vocalist were to move. Key sashayed over to the dresser, grabbing the already-lit candle from the dresser. He knew the moment Jonghyun saw this, he would be begging for this. Jonghyun was the one who had introduced Key to the idea of using wax. And he couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy it.
He turned around and was right about the expression upon Jonghyun’s face. There wasn’t any doubt that the other man wanted this. And Key had always loved giving it to him.
He climbed on Jonghyun still jean-clad lap, his pert ass sitting right on top of the completely noticeable bulge. He had a dirty smirk upon his face as he watched Jonghyun’s chest rise and fall quicker than before.
Jonghyun was excited.
“Close your eyes, baby.” Key stated, knowing he would be obeyed.
Once the vocalist’s eyes were shut, Key tipped the candle, moving slowly so as the wax didn’t build up in one place. He ran it over the defined abs, watching the muscles contract as they were shocked by the heat. He slowly ran the candle of Jonghyun’s pecs and up to his neck, knowing the skin was thin and even more sensitive. The older one turned his head, neck arching and leaving the long expanse of skin completely vulnerable.
“Ah-ahh!” Jonghyun gasped, his back arching as he clearly enjoyed the burning sensation.
Key smirked wider and tipped the candle over a bit more, letting it land on the open wounds. It was a good way to close them up, he thought. There was only so much wax in the candle, and Key had run out very quickly. He didn’t mind, the candle wasn’t the main event for the night.
The candle was placed on the end table and the only sound in the room was the light whirl of the fan and the heavy panting from the injured man. Key loved it like this.
“Kibum-ah. They really sting…” Jonghyun moaned.
“I thought you liked it like that. Don’t try to act like I’m torturing you. Baby, you like the pain. We both know that.” Key slid off of Jonghyun’s lap, going back for the knife that he had happened to leave on the dresser. With it in hand, he re-straddled the even harder bulge. There was a glint in his eyes as he brought it down against Jonghyun’s skin, slowly applying pressure.
“Banana milk!” Jonghyun gasped out. Key immediately stopped applying pressure, looking into the eyes that he truly did love. He nodded once and instead ran the knife over the pale skin, scraping off the wax. He heard a sigh and knew that he was doing okay now. He avoided the wax that was covering the wounds, knowing that would just hurt Jonghyun more than he might be able to handle.
Key smiled sickly sweet and once again slid off and onto the floor, leaving the knife there once and for all as he watched Jonghyun prop himself up on his elbows. Key unbuttoned Jonghyun’s pants and slid them off the smooth legs, knowing that he didn’t have to worry about underwear in the way either. These pants were the type that you could wear with underwear.
“Baby, come here.” Key slid back up to Jonghyun, not knowing exactly what the other wanted. He got what was coming to him when he was flipped over onto his stomach. He didn’t have time to react as he was already entered roughly. “Mmm…yes Key. Don’t you wish you sucked my dick instead?”
Key took a sharp intake of air, unable to reply as he was getting through the pain. It hurt, and stung, but he knew that it wouldn’t last for too much longer. They had done it rougher in the past.
“Omo.” Jonghyun took his green light and started moving. Rough and hard. Just the way that Key liked it.
“I want you begging for my cock, Kibum. I want you begging for how hard you want it, and how much pain I’m causing you.” The whisper was rough and husky. Key was melting.
He felt his hair be pulled as Jonghyun’s thrusts increased. Key had tried to get on his knees, but the force of the thrusts kept shoving him further into the mattress.
“JJong, I…Ungh!” Key was close. The foreplay was already too much for him, and the constant thrusting was just insane.
“Beg for it; beg for me.”
“Jjong, please. Come inside me. I want your hot cock to come all deep inside me, please!” Key’s words were punctuated by the hard thrusts he was being delivered and he was loving it. His face was pressed into the mattress, his hands were grabbing at the sheet while he tried to open his legs as much as physically possible.
“Baby, I’m so close. Seeing your ass like this is just too much for-ung, me.” Key nodded. He didn’t care. This felt too good either way.
“Come, hyung. Come, now.” Key moaned, grabbing the sheets tights, his hands cramping. He felt the thrusts increase in force and then with one final hard thrusts, followed by a few less forceful ones, he felt himself be filled and he moaned. It was warm and slightly comforting.
Jonghyun leaned forward, his lips attacking Key’s back. “Mmm…baby.”
“Pull out.” Jonghyun did as he was told and rolled over, not wanting to irritate his new soon-to-be scars. Key rolled over with him, a content look on his face. “Now it seems I can go finish dinner.”
Jonghyun chuckled as Key got up to fetch his clothes. With a slap received on his ass, Key left his boyfriend to nap, knowing he would need it before dinner.