sink your teeth, kris/kai/lu han
sink your teeth
kris/kai/lu han, kai/exo, nc-17, 2102w
Jongin's sensuality onstage is all fire and cocky aggression, but Jongin during actual sex is sweet and obscenely needy. (A lead-up to the Kai/EXO birthday gangbang pwp I don't need to write anymore. :>)
sink your teeth.
Jongin is a nice kid. Jongin is a nice kid with a sweet body, smooth tan skin stretched over warm supple muscles, moving with that enviable sensual grace all the dancer kids have. But he's also a growing teenager told to flaunt skin and sexuality for the public gaze without being allowed to have any reciprocation. All teasing, and no follow-up. It's a sin for that body not to be touched, and Kris doesn't miss the way Jongin's body shudders when he casually wraps his arms the kid from behind after a dance practice session. He doesn't miss the way Jongin's firm ass grinds against his crotch in Jongin's "struggle" to wiggle out of his grasp, doesn't miss the way Jongin leans back just ever slightly into his chest, nor the small whine the kid lets out when his large hand drops to settle on Jongin's hips.
Jongin is not a kid with a lot of words. He lets his body do the talking for him. Kris is not around the kid often enough to read all the nuances, but it isn't that hard to understand what Jongin wants when the boy turns to rub his thighs up against Kris' legs and shifts just so Kris' hand covers the curve of his ass. Kris is far from being noble enough to reject an eager young thing practically throwing himself at him. It isn't a common occurrence, not really. It's only happened once or twice, and Kris surmises that the rest of the time Jongin comes to other boys in K, but Jongin has been throwing glances at him, and there's no reason for him not to oblige.
It's the sweetest feeling to slide into Jongin's hot body, his large hands gliding over shaking thighs to knead the pert round ass, spreading it open for his cock. The way Jongin's soft eyes glaze over with pleasure and full lips part with small hoarse moans sends heat straight down his spine. Jongin's sensuality onstage is all fire and cocky aggression, but Jongin during actual sex is sweet and obscenely needy. Jongin kisses like he can never get enough, and Kris enjoys flicking the boy's tongue in his mouth until he gasps for breath and whimpers out of oversensitivity. Kris enjoys that simmering heat when he fucks Jongin into compliance in his lap, the boy sprawled over his chest and mouthing wet kisses against the nape of his neck.
Kim Jongin is a sweet fuck, and that's why he doesn't immediately back up and get out when he walks into the dorm's living room one day to see Lu Han and Jongin making out on the couch.
It's almost cute, like two teenagers making out after school, soft kissing noises punctuated with breathless chuckling as they struggle to fit on the tiny couch. Their legs are tangled as they hold on tightly to each other, seemingly content to do nothing but kiss kiss kiss. At least until Kris looks down and sees the way Jongin's hips are undulating as he humps Lu Han's thigh while Lu Han hands roam all over the vast expanse of Jongin's back, pushing the flimsy fabric of his t-shirt up and up until the edge of the shirt rests just above the jut of his shoulder blades. Kris decides to intervene when he could hear the way their breathing starts getting heavier and Jongin's hips start hitching up in a more urgent pace.
Jongin lets out a startled shout when he is pulled away from Lu Han and raised off the couch in Kris' arms. Kris earns himself a sharp elbow to the ribs, but the fight immediately goes out of the boy when Jongin twists his head to see it's only him. Kris' grip on the boy tightens as Jongin's body relaxes against him, heavy and warm.
"Hi there," Lu Han smiles up at him, looking entirely too calm and smug as he stretches out on the couch. Lu Han's lips are swollen red and shiny with spit, tongue flicking out to run over them as if to savour the taste. It isn't difficult to see the bulge in Lu Han's pants; he's not even bothering to hide it. Kris rolls his eyes, but doesn't bother to address him. Instead, he leans down to mouth against Jongin's reddened ear.
"Come here often?" The shudder that runs through Jongin's body and makes him twitch in Kris' embrace is filthy sweet.
"Hyung..." Jongin's voice comes out breathless and hesitant, and the low timbre of that voice makes his cock twitch. Jongin's cheeks are flushed red with heat, eyes dark with arousal already as his teeth worry the plush lower lip, so obscenely swollen after who knows how long Lu Han has been working on him. Jongin's lips are a fucking sin, and he could tell from the way Lu Han is also staring with hooded eyes that they both have the same thought.
"Don't do that shit on the couch. People sit there, you know? Let's move this to the bedroom."
And that's how he's got Jongin naked on his knees on the floor of his bedroom, with Lu Han fisting his own cock on the edge of the bed, eyes roaming over them in smug anticipation.
Jongin sucks him off first, kitten licks on the head of Kris' twitching cock and down the hard length, and then slipping it into his hot little mouth. It's as good as he remembers the last time, Jongin's mouth working him up as he sucks, plush lips stretched tight around his hard cock. The difference this time is that there is Lu Han standing up and walking over, running his fingers through Jongin's silky dark hair in a possessive pull. Jongin lets his cock slip out with a small pop, lips shiny and trembling with want as he looks up at Lu Han and back to Kris again, dark eyes suddenly shy and hesitant.
"Why, isn't this what you like? Having all this attention on you. Aren't you on your knees for everyone in the K dorm every night?" Lu Han chuckles, running a finger down Jongin's defined jawline. "Lucky them, having and sharing you whenever they want." A shudder runs through Kris at the mental image.
"Not every night..." Jongin flushes, biting down on his lip, but he's already moving over to obediently take Lu Han into his mouth. He's never thought about it before, but something about watching Jongin on his knees sucking cock ignites the heat in the bottom of his stomach. The image refuses to leave his head, Jongin kneeling in the middle of the room, taking turn sucking off not just him and Lu Han, but several people, a group of them. Jongin struggling to keep up with their demands, barely having time to breathe as he tries to keep up with pleasuring all the people surrounding him, all the hands touching him and all the cocks stretching his mouth open.
He wonders how they do it in the K dorm, whether they're so used to it that Jongin would just slip off the couch and drop down to his knees at the slightest push from Kyungsoo, whether Joonmyun would fuck Jongin's mouth while Chanyeol pounds into Jongin's sweet ass, whether they already have a predetermined order of who gets to have Jongin first. Would they do it in age order, so Sehun would be the last one pushing into Jongin's loose reddened hole, desperately chasing his pleasure despite having his hyungs' sloppy second- fifth? Because he knows Jongin would still be so good even after the fourth cock, his hole still clenching and fluttering tight, desperate for something to fill him up. Jongin likes it; he knows.
It's all Kris could think about as he fucks into Jongin, each drawn-out thrust making the boy rub against Lu Han on the bed. It's terribly erotic, watching Jongin and Lu Han desperately make out under him as he fucks the boy on top of Lu Han, their hard cocks trapped between their bodies as they rub against each other, legs intertwined. Jongin moans loudly into Lu Han's mouth after a particular hard thrust that he knows must have hit that sweet spot, and Kris could see the way Lu Han tenses up, teeth scraping across Jongin's swollen lip. They look gorgeous wrapped around each other, smooth golden skin against milky softness, Lu Han whispering sweet dirty things against Jongin's ear when he can pull away long enough from those lips.
"Is this as good as your little orgies? You want more, don't you? You want us all at the same time, don't you, Jonginnie?"
"Imagine that, us having you trussed up and open for business, all night long. Everyone having a turn with you, fucking--" Lu Han gasps as Jongin's teeth clamp down on his collarbone and the boy lets out a loud whine. "Fuck, you would like that, wouldn't you?"
Kris isn't sure what Jongin means with his breathy incoherent noises, but he knows just the thought turns himself on like fire. He pounds harder and faster against Jongin's firm ass, the slap of skin on skin obscenely loud in the room. Jongin's whine increases in pace with his speed, and then he's snapping his hips into Jongin so fast that the boy's screaming all high and desperate. Suddenly there's a small hand pushing at his hips.
"Stop- wait, stop." It isn't Jongin, but Lu Han who is pushing him back, looking absolutely wrecked. He's so turned on it hurts, but Kris lets his still hard cock slip out of Jongin's ass, making the boy let out a desperate and confused whine at the sudden emptiness and lack of sweet friction.
Lu Han's hands find their way to Jongin's thighs, pushing them up until they are wrapped around Lu Han's hips, and then his fingers move down to Jongin's hole, still stretched open and slick with lube, holding him open. Kris sucks in a sharp breath as Lu Han tilts his hips up and slides his cock into Jongin in one smooth motion, the boy already prepared and well-fucked by Kris. Jongin is panting open-mouthed against Lu Han's shoulders.
The pace Lu Han sets is fast and brutal, and Kris comes all over the sweet dip of Jongin's lower back just before the final snap of Lu Han's hips. He reaches down to jerk Jongin into orgasm while he's still helplessly clenching around Lu Han's cock, trying to milk out the last drop of come. Baekhyun's long fingers would be so good wrapped around Jongin's cock, too, he suddenly thinks.
Jongin slumps into the bed after Lu Han pulls out of him, ass still slightly tilted up in the air. Lu Han peppers him with small kisses until his eyes close and his breathing evens out. The boy's thighs are still slightly twitching. Kris settles down next to them, focusing on regaining his normal breathing as well. He meets Lu Han's bright eyes over Jongin's head.
"His birthday is coming up soon," Lu Han whispers, eyes twinkling. Kris knows that look - it's a dangerous look.
"So?"
"He apparently was trying to tell me before you walked in, but I was thinking--"
"Hey Kris, are you--"
Kris' head snaps up as the door of his bedroom swings open, and Chanyeol's booming voice stutters to a stop as he walks in.
"Oh. Wow. I was just- uh." Chanyeol's wide eyes look like they would pop out of their sockets any second now. "Right, I'll just-"
Kris sighs. "Chanyeol, come here."
Chanyeol freezes on his track, but then breaks out of his daze and strides over, leaning down to place a small peck on Kris' lips. "Wow, you've been busy." Kris doesn't miss the way his hand is already lightly roaming over the curve of Jongin's butt as he sits down next to them on the bed. Jongin who is already deep in exhausted sleep. Lu Han clears his throat, switching to Korean now that Chanyeol is here.
"Anyway, as I was saying, Jongin's birthday is coming up."
"Uh huh?" Chanyeol's fingers are dipping into the cleft of Jongin's butt cheeks now, parting them slightly to reveal the reddened hole still sticky with lube. Kris bites down on his lip as a long finger dips into the stretched opening, the gesture casual and familiar. Jongin lets out a tiny whine, but doesn't show any sign of waking up otherwise. Lu Han's lips twitch up in a smile.
"We've got a plan, but I would need your help in the K dorm..."