spiritual experience (chen/xiumin)
title: spiritual experience
pairing: jongdae/minseok
rating: nc-17
warnings: different writing style, hints of blasphemy, unbeta'ed.
summary: au. jongdae's first impression on minseok was that of an angel; boy was he dead wrong.
author's note: accompaniment to this mix, track by track. you're welcome, absolvos.
❝intro❞
Jongdae's takes a good look at Minseok. His breath grows heavy and while his eyes are lidded, they're masked around a dark coating of eyeliner. Minseok thinks Jongdae would look good in a horror movie; but that's beside the point.
Without hesitation, Jongdae pins Minseok down on the table and expertly strips off the latter's tie with one hand. He ties Minseok's wrists together just tightly enough for him to restrain movement and not to keep the blood from flowing. He wants the elder restrained; not tortured slowly.
Jongdae quickly relieves Minseok of his slacks; the fact that they easily bunch around the elder's knees might be a sign of the trend but it gives Jongdae an easier time taking them off. As he pulls down Minseok's underwear, he gives it no prior warning to instantly inserting two fingers into Minseok's entrance.
He starts out quick, just as he likes it. Minseok forces himself not to scream at the intrusion and at the lack of lube, but he holds it in. It's one of the things Jongdae has always liked about him. Minseok is tight around Jongdae's fingers, and it makes him want to see the elder suffer at his hands, come to think of it. There is an instant want in Jongdae to hear his hyung scream in pain and pleasure.
So he hastily enters Minseok with no warning, still. His hyung is breathing heavily beneath him, mildly amused at the fact that the table can handle both their weight. Jongdae watches Minseok's fingers wriggle around aimlessly; he likes where this is going.
❝closer❞
If there's one word Minseok had to describe Jongdae: ruthless, would be more than perfect.
Jongdae was too ruthless with the way he made love to Minseok. He slid out from Minseok slowly but thrust his way back in that immediately shot white at Minseok's vision every single time. Jongdae had found that sweet spot quickly by sheer luck and Minseok had no chance to claw at any surface within reach.
After all this time, Minseok found himself shutting his eyes and leaving his mouth agape at every thrust Jongdae did. The pooling need in his cock to give way made it even more difficult for him to clear his mind.
However, something in Minseok's mind clicked even before Jongdae started fucking him; and that was how quick he'd allow his hyung to come. Pretty sure it was along the lines of "not at all, otherwise stated".
Either way, being on the receiving end of Jongdae's treatments - as much as he'd hate to admit it - was something akin to a otherworldly experience; like getting closer to an omnipotent being, or something.
❝deathbeds❞
To Jongdae, seeing Minseok look so violated, debauched, broken, got his cock twitching inside the elder in response. Minseok continued to stay quiet while Jongdae just remained in his position. He kept himself from moving as he feared he might just lose the beautiful sight in front of him.
Minseok is covered in sweat. Jongdae hadn't thought about how hard he held his hyung's hips that they left bruises under his grasp, the skin beneath his hands blooming with a tinge of purple.
As much as Jongdae was tempted to leave kisses along the marks he left, his conscience pulled at him not to. His plan was to remain heartless; to tear Minseok limb from limb (metaphorically speaking) while giving him the best sex of his life at the same time.
❝lust❞
After a couple of minutes, Jongdae thought about experimenting. After all, if he was going to have his way with his hyung, he might as well cherish every given moment.
He takes it slow this time, his thrusts are shallow but they keep hitting the same sweet spot that gets Minseok arching off the table and wanting to break the tie that keeps his wrists together.
Meanwhile, a large grin is plastered onto Jongdae's face the more that he knows every move he makes while he's inside Minseok gets him closer to coming all over his stomach. He relishes every move, knowing that Minseok - as much as he knows he can't come unless Jongdae says so - can disobey him at any time.
❝sacrilege❞
It's a hazy flashback, but Jongdae clearly remembers setting his eyes on Minseok for the very first time. His first impression was Minseok had been that of an angel. Swiftly moving across the floor, his movements were fluid; it gave Jongdae a hard time getting close to him.
After they had been introduced to each other, Jongdae insisted they leave together. Minseok merely laughed meekly in response. However, after much thought, they left together, hand in hand.
Jongdae never thought about his first impression being his last, clearly.
❝how can i be sure❞
Jongdae had been right about one thing. Minseok was an angel. An angel of deception.
That first night they spent with each other had Jongdae losing his trust in every bit of his conscience. After all, he only thought about what he wanted. He never settled for any compromises - what he wanted, he got.
So when Minseok's mouth was all over Jongdae's cock and hole, the latter had been fooled to the bone.
He wasn't going to lose to him - never. From that day on, Jongdae set out to dominate every bit of Minseok, so that he'll come to regret his past actions.
❝that's what you do best❞
Minseok's unsure how. Somehow the tables have turned between him and Jongdae. The restraints on his wrists have loosened up; a while longer and he found himself relieved of the tie that had been wrapped around. Jongdae remains flawless beneath him, his eyes thick with eyeliner and his smile as deranged as ever. It scares Minseok how the face that is in front of him gives him a silent urge - to take Jongdae the way he had taken Minseok earlier that evening. Revenge.
He now has control, and Jongdae's reactions are nothing different.
The younger allows himself to be taken.
❝overdue❞
It is too late when Jongdae realizes his feelings, his true feelings for Minseok. The elder came inside Jongdae a few minutes after taking control. Jongdae had been more than eager to take it all in.
He's mildly unsure if it's because of Minseok's release that's leaking out of his ass, or the searing white heat within his head that gets him to come all over his own chest and all over the table. Either way, it's a weird epiphany, all the same.
❝undisclosed desires❞
Jongdae might have been mistaken by Minseok's true personality when they had first met. However, he won't be fooled twice.
The two are lying down on the table, one spooning the other, atop all their bodily fluids spread around the flat surface.
"You're not as nice as I thought you were," Jongdae's eyes are piercing still. Minseok instantly feels someone (Jongdae) staring intently at his nape just behind him. He remains calm, however, now that he knows Jongdae's true personality.
"Meanwhile, you're insane as fuck, but I'll take it," Minseok replies.
pairing: jongdae/minseok
rating: nc-17
warnings: different writing style, hints of blasphemy, unbeta'ed.
summary: au. jongdae's first impression on minseok was that of an angel; boy was he dead wrong.
author's note: accompaniment to this mix, track by track. you're welcome, absolvos.
❝intro❞
Jongdae's takes a good look at Minseok. His breath grows heavy and while his eyes are lidded, they're masked around a dark coating of eyeliner. Minseok thinks Jongdae would look good in a horror movie; but that's beside the point.
Without hesitation, Jongdae pins Minseok down on the table and expertly strips off the latter's tie with one hand. He ties Minseok's wrists together just tightly enough for him to restrain movement and not to keep the blood from flowing. He wants the elder restrained; not tortured slowly.
Jongdae quickly relieves Minseok of his slacks; the fact that they easily bunch around the elder's knees might be a sign of the trend but it gives Jongdae an easier time taking them off. As he pulls down Minseok's underwear, he gives it no prior warning to instantly inserting two fingers into Minseok's entrance.
He starts out quick, just as he likes it. Minseok forces himself not to scream at the intrusion and at the lack of lube, but he holds it in. It's one of the things Jongdae has always liked about him. Minseok is tight around Jongdae's fingers, and it makes him want to see the elder suffer at his hands, come to think of it. There is an instant want in Jongdae to hear his hyung scream in pain and pleasure.
So he hastily enters Minseok with no warning, still. His hyung is breathing heavily beneath him, mildly amused at the fact that the table can handle both their weight. Jongdae watches Minseok's fingers wriggle around aimlessly; he likes where this is going.
❝closer❞
If there's one word Minseok had to describe Jongdae: ruthless, would be more than perfect.
Jongdae was too ruthless with the way he made love to Minseok. He slid out from Minseok slowly but thrust his way back in that immediately shot white at Minseok's vision every single time. Jongdae had found that sweet spot quickly by sheer luck and Minseok had no chance to claw at any surface within reach.
After all this time, Minseok found himself shutting his eyes and leaving his mouth agape at every thrust Jongdae did. The pooling need in his cock to give way made it even more difficult for him to clear his mind.
However, something in Minseok's mind clicked even before Jongdae started fucking him; and that was how quick he'd allow his hyung to come. Pretty sure it was along the lines of "not at all, otherwise stated".
Either way, being on the receiving end of Jongdae's treatments - as much as he'd hate to admit it - was something akin to a otherworldly experience; like getting closer to an omnipotent being, or something.
❝deathbeds❞
To Jongdae, seeing Minseok look so violated, debauched, broken, got his cock twitching inside the elder in response. Minseok continued to stay quiet while Jongdae just remained in his position. He kept himself from moving as he feared he might just lose the beautiful sight in front of him.
Minseok is covered in sweat. Jongdae hadn't thought about how hard he held his hyung's hips that they left bruises under his grasp, the skin beneath his hands blooming with a tinge of purple.
As much as Jongdae was tempted to leave kisses along the marks he left, his conscience pulled at him not to. His plan was to remain heartless; to tear Minseok limb from limb (metaphorically speaking) while giving him the best sex of his life at the same time.
❝lust❞
After a couple of minutes, Jongdae thought about experimenting. After all, if he was going to have his way with his hyung, he might as well cherish every given moment.
He takes it slow this time, his thrusts are shallow but they keep hitting the same sweet spot that gets Minseok arching off the table and wanting to break the tie that keeps his wrists together.
Meanwhile, a large grin is plastered onto Jongdae's face the more that he knows every move he makes while he's inside Minseok gets him closer to coming all over his stomach. He relishes every move, knowing that Minseok - as much as he knows he can't come unless Jongdae says so - can disobey him at any time.
❝sacrilege❞
It's a hazy flashback, but Jongdae clearly remembers setting his eyes on Minseok for the very first time. His first impression was Minseok had been that of an angel. Swiftly moving across the floor, his movements were fluid; it gave Jongdae a hard time getting close to him.
After they had been introduced to each other, Jongdae insisted they leave together. Minseok merely laughed meekly in response. However, after much thought, they left together, hand in hand.
Jongdae never thought about his first impression being his last, clearly.
❝how can i be sure❞
Jongdae had been right about one thing. Minseok was an angel. An angel of deception.
That first night they spent with each other had Jongdae losing his trust in every bit of his conscience. After all, he only thought about what he wanted. He never settled for any compromises - what he wanted, he got.
So when Minseok's mouth was all over Jongdae's cock and hole, the latter had been fooled to the bone.
He wasn't going to lose to him - never. From that day on, Jongdae set out to dominate every bit of Minseok, so that he'll come to regret his past actions.
❝that's what you do best❞
Minseok's unsure how. Somehow the tables have turned between him and Jongdae. The restraints on his wrists have loosened up; a while longer and he found himself relieved of the tie that had been wrapped around. Jongdae remains flawless beneath him, his eyes thick with eyeliner and his smile as deranged as ever. It scares Minseok how the face that is in front of him gives him a silent urge - to take Jongdae the way he had taken Minseok earlier that evening. Revenge.
He now has control, and Jongdae's reactions are nothing different.
The younger allows himself to be taken.
❝overdue❞
It is too late when Jongdae realizes his feelings, his true feelings for Minseok. The elder came inside Jongdae a few minutes after taking control. Jongdae had been more than eager to take it all in.
He's mildly unsure if it's because of Minseok's release that's leaking out of his ass, or the searing white heat within his head that gets him to come all over his own chest and all over the table. Either way, it's a weird epiphany, all the same.
❝undisclosed desires❞
Jongdae might have been mistaken by Minseok's true personality when they had first met. However, he won't be fooled twice.
The two are lying down on the table, one spooning the other, atop all their bodily fluids spread around the flat surface.
"You're not as nice as I thought you were," Jongdae's eyes are piercing still. Minseok instantly feels someone (Jongdae) staring intently at his nape just behind him. He remains calm, however, now that he knows Jongdae's true personality.
"Meanwhile, you're insane as fuck, but I'll take it," Minseok replies.