Mi Casa, Su Casa
Title: Mi Casa, Su Casa
Author eoryndal
Rating: r
Pairing: SuKai
Summary: It just had to be during an official photoshoot that Jongin's obsession hits him with full force.
Inspired by this picture.
Joonmyun is wearing a sweater, and it's a fucking hideous sweater. That's what Jongin concentrates on, the hideousness of the sweater. It's a nasty, grey, baggy turtleneck sweater.
"Completely unflattering," Jongin thinks and clings to that thought as his bandmate and leader shifts his position and the shutter of a camera clicks a few times. His own solo shoots were already done and so he had decided to watch the others.
It was a bad idea, he realized soon and spent the better part of ten minutes trying to keep his breaths calm and even. "The sweater, think of the ugly sweater," he reminds himself. But Joonmyun shifts again, he moves his right leg a bit forward and shifts his hips slightly. The movement draws Jongin's eyes in like a magnet and everything he's tried to suppress comes back and hits him in the gut with the force of a freight train. It's too late to deny it now. He has a thing for Joonmyun's hips.
He's lucky he's sitting and the light jacket he wore earlier is bunched up in his lap. He drops his head and curls up a little, closing his eyes. Part of his mind, the little rational part that's left of his sanity, registers how harsh his breathing is, how brightly the studio is lit and this whole situation spells disaster. But the overwhelming rest of his mind brands Joonmyun's perfect, narrow hips into his memory.
In his mind, the studio is empty except for the two of them. Joonmyun poses for an invisible photographer, knows that Jongin's eyes are on him, teases him with a pull on the high neckline of his sweater. He looks up and meets Jongin's eyes, there's an unspoken promise gleaming in his gaze. He walks over to where Jongin is sitting, stopping only when their knees bump, and then he grabs Jongin's hands in his, guides them to his hips. This is what Jongin wants, what he's so desperate for -- what will never happen in real life. A jolt running through his body at the feeling of those hips under his fingertips, he tightens his grip until he's sure it hurts Joonmyun just as much as him. He hooks his fingers into the belt loops of Joonmyun's tight-fitting bluejeans and tugs. Joonmyun places his hands on top of Jongin's shoulders, climbs into his lap and moans when he grinds down on Jongin's erection.
Jongin moans for real and the realization makes the mental pictures come to a screeching stop. "God, what am I doing? I'm fucked. I've gone crazy!" he berates himself, cheeks burning with shame as he steals glances to check if anybody noticed. Yes, he must've gone crazy, he's never been drawn to Joonmyun's hips like this before, like he's addicted. It's not the pants, even though they do hug Joonmyun's legs -- and his hips -- just right. But he almost always wears similar skinny jeans and they don't usually make Jongin want to press his face into Joonmyun's crotch. Therefore it must be that hideous sweater which, in its baggy shapelessness, contrasts perfectly with his narrow hips.
Jongin feels a gaze on him and looks up only to be drenched in a wave of dread as he's met with Joonmyun's gaze, giving him a worried and questioning look. Jongin breaks out in a sweat and tries to evade eye-contact but instead of tearing his gaze away he only manages to drop it slowly to the seam of Joonmyun's sweater. He can't think of anything else except his uncontrollable need to run his hands up and down Joonmyun's sides and press as close as he can. Every passing second leaves the inside of his skin thrumming hotter, until finally Joonmyun bows to the photographer who asks for Chanyeol next.
When Joonmyun turns in his direction, Jongin's stomach lurches. He ignores the question if he's okay and flinches away from the hand that pushes his bangs up but Joonmyun is persistent and applies gentle pressure to his forehead to feel his temperature. The older notices Jongin's glassy eyes and the hot, quick puffs of breath and he asks if he has a fever, if he's feeling sick. He doesn't know that the trembles in Jongin's body are from the strain of holding back from pulling Joonmyun on top of him, wrapping his legs around his waist and rutting his hips up shamelessly.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Joonmyun asks. Jongin looks up at him in something between horror and delusion, jaw slack and mouth falling open a little. He knows Joonmyun's offer does not include what he has in mind but still. He's not fully in control of his actions anymore at this point. He nods and pulls Joonmyun's hand. Hastily stumbling, he leads him out of the studio and into the nearest empty room, ignoring Joonmyun's worried questions. Soon they find themselves in a deserted storage room for stage props and Jongin locks it with the key that's conveniently in the lock.
"What-" Joonmyun's question is cut off as Jongin presses him against the door and slings his arms around his neck, breathing harshly.
"Hey, are you okay?" Joonmyun tries again, softly, being the great guardian he always claims he is, still clueless as to what brought about Jongin's condition. The younger boy shakes his head, not knowing how to go about this. He whimpers into Joonmyun's neck and drops his now trembling hands to his hips, finally touching that part of Joonmyun's body that made him lose his mind.
He draws a sharp breath as he tries to span as much of Joonmyun's hips with his hands as he can, feeling the jutting hipbones underneath the fabric of his jeans. But it isn't enough. He needs more. He wants to feel the bare skin under his fingertips. He knows he should stop right here, pretend that he's just feeling a bit dizzy, that he's not turned on beyond belief, that he's not standing awkwardly because he wants to avoid poking his erection into Joonmyun's thigh at all costs. But he can't stop, he's too far gone. He needs this.
"Hyung, please, can you close your eyes? I need-" No, he can't say it. It's already embarrassing enough how strained his voice sounds. He doesn't have the heart to say out loud what a sick freak he is, because that's what he feels like. Sure, people have fetishes but asking your best friend to let you touch his waist to get off? He doesn't even know where this obsession suddenly came from.
But the thing about Joonmyun, the wonderful thing is that he's so eager to be helpful and so trusting that he just leans his head back against the wall and does what Jongin requested, not even demanding an explanation. Jongin feels his heart miss a beat as tears of gratitude and relief sting the corners of his eyes. He really wouldn't have known how to explain this but here's Joonmyun, making it so easy, making him feel less repulsive.
He drops to his knees in front of Joonmyun and has to swallow twice as he salivates from being at perfect eye-level with Joonmyun's narrow hips. He can't hold back the desire to smush his face in those hips anymore and so he drops his right hand and buries his nose into the side of Joonmyun's leg. There's a decorative zipper right above the jeans pockets and it scratches Jongin's cheekbone painfully but he doesn't care, he just snakes his left arm further around Joonmyun's waist, splaying his hand so his fingers reach under the hem of the grey sweater. He almost whimpers at the feel of soft, warm skin under his fingertips but he squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lips. Even as he pants and rubs his cheek against the jeans, reaching into his own pants, he still hopes he can get away with this without Joonmyun catching on to what he's doing.
The coiling in his stomach gets stronger as he nears his climax and he tightens his grip, the one around his cock as well as the one around Joonmyun's hips, oh god those hips, he's touching them and it's unlike anything he's ever felt before, it's the fulfillment of his most secret fantasy, it feels so good. He hopes to god that he moans just inside his mind, not aloud, prays that Joonmyun keeps his eyes closed, that he's somehow dense enough not to--
"Are... Are you wanking?" Jongin hears suddenly and he freezes. He forgets how to breathe, his heart has jumped into his throat and beats there ferociously, as if dead set on pumping all his blood into his head. He's too aware of his hand on his pulsing cock, of his fingers digging into Joonmyun's skin, his tense shoulders and the hard floor under his knees. "I... I'm not!" He hates his panicked voice. Somehow he manages to bring his eyes up to Joonmyun's face and is surprised to see it's calm. And his eyes are still closed. The panic subsides a bit. Unfortunately, that makes his consciousness focus back on his throbbing dick. Maybe if he moves his hand slower, just rubs the rough pad of his thumb over the slit, Joonmyun won't notice. He exhales a shuddering breath.
"It's okay if you do," Joonmyun says, a genuine, nice smile on his lips and Jongin wants to die on the spot. "I was worried, you know? You could've just told me. I could've helped you." Joonmyun cards his hands through Jongin's hair in what is supposed to be a soothing motion but it just makes Jongin feel worse because he can't stop touching his dick. And Joonmyun still won't shut up. "This must've something to do with me, right? If this was just about a quick wank, you wouldn't have dragged me along. So... what do you want me to do?" Jongin thinks he makes an ugly noise, something between a sob and a gurgle. "Hyung!" It's not fair that Joonmyun is so at ease with the whole situation when Jongin is a horny mess at his feet, clinging to his waist like his life depends on it, unable to finish because he's used to actually pay attention to Joonmyun's words when he's talking because he's their fucking leader.
"Listen..." Joonmyun's voice is so damn nice and soft, Jongin wants to scream. But he listens, like he always does, even when he pretends not to give a fuck about what Joonmyun says. "If you can't tell me what you want, just... just do it. I'll let you, okay? I trust you." His hands untangle from Jongin's hair, he strokes the shell of his ears softly before he lets them fall to his side. His eyes are still closed and Jongin can read in the relaxed and open pose of his body that he really trusts Jongin, like he said. Jongin feels his heart drop back to its original place in his chest where it beats steadily and spreads a wonderful warmth.
He still can't speak, so he nudges the hem of Joonmyun's sweater up with both hands and hopes he can transfer his thanks through little kisses from his lips into the skin under Joonmyun's navel. His stomach is warm and taut but still just soft enough. And his skin smells kind of nice. Jongin's eyes fall close as he draws a breath and then he fumbles blindly for Joonmyun's belt buckle. There's a tightening in Joonmyun's abdominal muscles but Jongin chooses not to dwell on it as he undoes his pants and pushes them down, followed by his underwear. He places the palms of his hands on the soft parts of Joonmyun's sides and runs them down his body slowly, mapping out every detail of his hips. It feels so good, he can't stop kneading and rubbing even when blotches of irritated red appear on the pale skin. This time he doesn't hold back his moans, letting his breath hit Joonmyun's stomach in hot puffs.
Before long, the need for release becomes unbearable and he has to remove his right hand from Joonmyun's hips again to grab his cock, spreading the precome for easier slide. Now the quick up and down of his fist makes a slick noise that must be clearly audible to Joonmyun and he feels the heat of shame radiating from his face. But right then, there's a new sensation against his neck, something hard poking him. Without having to look, he knows what it is but shies away from it. In a way, he's glad that this whole weird thing does something for Joonmyun too. But then again he's not sure if he's supposed to do anything about it, if Joonmyun even wants him to do anything. And right now, he's definitely not in his right mind to make a decision, head clouded with lust as it is. He presses his flat tongue against Joonmyun's hipbones, sucks the wet spot of skin into his mouth, moans as he thinks of leaving hickeys there, and then he does just that. A small, red spot blooms on the side of Joonmyun's slim hips, a mark Jongin left there, and it's a twisted sense of ownership that makes him come with a violent shudder.
It takes more than a while to come down from this mind-blowing high but when he does calm down and his head clears, he finds out that the still very audible pants are not his own. Unsure of how to react, he looks up at Joonmyun. His eyes widen when he finds him looking almost obscenely debauched, with cheeks flushed, eyes screwed shut, pants halfway down his legs and erection jutting out, not to mention the marks Jongin's fingers and lips have left on his skin. Something like awe settles deep in Jongin's chest. "Hyung," he mumbles and places careful fingertips on the hickey, his hickey. "Do you want me to..." His fingers travel inward from Joonmyun's hips towards the tuft of curly hair and finish his question for him. Something like a breathless moan wheezes past Joonmyun's lips. "Yes, god, yes please."
Jongin leans closer. He isn't sure what this means to them, if this is just a one-time-thing or more, he isn't sure of a lot of things but maybe it doesn't matter right now. What he is sure of is that he wants to make Joonmyun feel good. He moistens his lips and closes them around the tip, drawing a gasp from Joonmyun. Another thing he's sure of is that they'll figure this whole thing out later because Joonmyun is Joonmyun and Jongin has never trusted another person like this.
The ugly grey of the sweater doesn't look half as ugly when it is complimented so nicely by the pink of Joonmyun's flushed cheeks, Jongin decides and slides his lips down.
Author eoryndal
Rating: r
Pairing: SuKai
Summary: It just had to be during an official photoshoot that Jongin's obsession hits him with full force.
Inspired by this picture.
Joonmyun is wearing a sweater, and it's a fucking hideous sweater. That's what Jongin concentrates on, the hideousness of the sweater. It's a nasty, grey, baggy turtleneck sweater.
"Completely unflattering," Jongin thinks and clings to that thought as his bandmate and leader shifts his position and the shutter of a camera clicks a few times. His own solo shoots were already done and so he had decided to watch the others.
It was a bad idea, he realized soon and spent the better part of ten minutes trying to keep his breaths calm and even. "The sweater, think of the ugly sweater," he reminds himself. But Joonmyun shifts again, he moves his right leg a bit forward and shifts his hips slightly. The movement draws Jongin's eyes in like a magnet and everything he's tried to suppress comes back and hits him in the gut with the force of a freight train. It's too late to deny it now. He has a thing for Joonmyun's hips.
He's lucky he's sitting and the light jacket he wore earlier is bunched up in his lap. He drops his head and curls up a little, closing his eyes. Part of his mind, the little rational part that's left of his sanity, registers how harsh his breathing is, how brightly the studio is lit and this whole situation spells disaster. But the overwhelming rest of his mind brands Joonmyun's perfect, narrow hips into his memory.
In his mind, the studio is empty except for the two of them. Joonmyun poses for an invisible photographer, knows that Jongin's eyes are on him, teases him with a pull on the high neckline of his sweater. He looks up and meets Jongin's eyes, there's an unspoken promise gleaming in his gaze. He walks over to where Jongin is sitting, stopping only when their knees bump, and then he grabs Jongin's hands in his, guides them to his hips. This is what Jongin wants, what he's so desperate for -- what will never happen in real life. A jolt running through his body at the feeling of those hips under his fingertips, he tightens his grip until he's sure it hurts Joonmyun just as much as him. He hooks his fingers into the belt loops of Joonmyun's tight-fitting bluejeans and tugs. Joonmyun places his hands on top of Jongin's shoulders, climbs into his lap and moans when he grinds down on Jongin's erection.
Jongin moans for real and the realization makes the mental pictures come to a screeching stop. "God, what am I doing? I'm fucked. I've gone crazy!" he berates himself, cheeks burning with shame as he steals glances to check if anybody noticed. Yes, he must've gone crazy, he's never been drawn to Joonmyun's hips like this before, like he's addicted. It's not the pants, even though they do hug Joonmyun's legs -- and his hips -- just right. But he almost always wears similar skinny jeans and they don't usually make Jongin want to press his face into Joonmyun's crotch. Therefore it must be that hideous sweater which, in its baggy shapelessness, contrasts perfectly with his narrow hips.
Jongin feels a gaze on him and looks up only to be drenched in a wave of dread as he's met with Joonmyun's gaze, giving him a worried and questioning look. Jongin breaks out in a sweat and tries to evade eye-contact but instead of tearing his gaze away he only manages to drop it slowly to the seam of Joonmyun's sweater. He can't think of anything else except his uncontrollable need to run his hands up and down Joonmyun's sides and press as close as he can. Every passing second leaves the inside of his skin thrumming hotter, until finally Joonmyun bows to the photographer who asks for Chanyeol next.
When Joonmyun turns in his direction, Jongin's stomach lurches. He ignores the question if he's okay and flinches away from the hand that pushes his bangs up but Joonmyun is persistent and applies gentle pressure to his forehead to feel his temperature. The older notices Jongin's glassy eyes and the hot, quick puffs of breath and he asks if he has a fever, if he's feeling sick. He doesn't know that the trembles in Jongin's body are from the strain of holding back from pulling Joonmyun on top of him, wrapping his legs around his waist and rutting his hips up shamelessly.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Joonmyun asks. Jongin looks up at him in something between horror and delusion, jaw slack and mouth falling open a little. He knows Joonmyun's offer does not include what he has in mind but still. He's not fully in control of his actions anymore at this point. He nods and pulls Joonmyun's hand. Hastily stumbling, he leads him out of the studio and into the nearest empty room, ignoring Joonmyun's worried questions. Soon they find themselves in a deserted storage room for stage props and Jongin locks it with the key that's conveniently in the lock.
"What-" Joonmyun's question is cut off as Jongin presses him against the door and slings his arms around his neck, breathing harshly.
"Hey, are you okay?" Joonmyun tries again, softly, being the great guardian he always claims he is, still clueless as to what brought about Jongin's condition. The younger boy shakes his head, not knowing how to go about this. He whimpers into Joonmyun's neck and drops his now trembling hands to his hips, finally touching that part of Joonmyun's body that made him lose his mind.
He draws a sharp breath as he tries to span as much of Joonmyun's hips with his hands as he can, feeling the jutting hipbones underneath the fabric of his jeans. But it isn't enough. He needs more. He wants to feel the bare skin under his fingertips. He knows he should stop right here, pretend that he's just feeling a bit dizzy, that he's not turned on beyond belief, that he's not standing awkwardly because he wants to avoid poking his erection into Joonmyun's thigh at all costs. But he can't stop, he's too far gone. He needs this.
"Hyung, please, can you close your eyes? I need-" No, he can't say it. It's already embarrassing enough how strained his voice sounds. He doesn't have the heart to say out loud what a sick freak he is, because that's what he feels like. Sure, people have fetishes but asking your best friend to let you touch his waist to get off? He doesn't even know where this obsession suddenly came from.
But the thing about Joonmyun, the wonderful thing is that he's so eager to be helpful and so trusting that he just leans his head back against the wall and does what Jongin requested, not even demanding an explanation. Jongin feels his heart miss a beat as tears of gratitude and relief sting the corners of his eyes. He really wouldn't have known how to explain this but here's Joonmyun, making it so easy, making him feel less repulsive.
He drops to his knees in front of Joonmyun and has to swallow twice as he salivates from being at perfect eye-level with Joonmyun's narrow hips. He can't hold back the desire to smush his face in those hips anymore and so he drops his right hand and buries his nose into the side of Joonmyun's leg. There's a decorative zipper right above the jeans pockets and it scratches Jongin's cheekbone painfully but he doesn't care, he just snakes his left arm further around Joonmyun's waist, splaying his hand so his fingers reach under the hem of the grey sweater. He almost whimpers at the feel of soft, warm skin under his fingertips but he squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lips. Even as he pants and rubs his cheek against the jeans, reaching into his own pants, he still hopes he can get away with this without Joonmyun catching on to what he's doing.
The coiling in his stomach gets stronger as he nears his climax and he tightens his grip, the one around his cock as well as the one around Joonmyun's hips, oh god those hips, he's touching them and it's unlike anything he's ever felt before, it's the fulfillment of his most secret fantasy, it feels so good. He hopes to god that he moans just inside his mind, not aloud, prays that Joonmyun keeps his eyes closed, that he's somehow dense enough not to--
"Are... Are you wanking?" Jongin hears suddenly and he freezes. He forgets how to breathe, his heart has jumped into his throat and beats there ferociously, as if dead set on pumping all his blood into his head. He's too aware of his hand on his pulsing cock, of his fingers digging into Joonmyun's skin, his tense shoulders and the hard floor under his knees. "I... I'm not!" He hates his panicked voice. Somehow he manages to bring his eyes up to Joonmyun's face and is surprised to see it's calm. And his eyes are still closed. The panic subsides a bit. Unfortunately, that makes his consciousness focus back on his throbbing dick. Maybe if he moves his hand slower, just rubs the rough pad of his thumb over the slit, Joonmyun won't notice. He exhales a shuddering breath.
"It's okay if you do," Joonmyun says, a genuine, nice smile on his lips and Jongin wants to die on the spot. "I was worried, you know? You could've just told me. I could've helped you." Joonmyun cards his hands through Jongin's hair in what is supposed to be a soothing motion but it just makes Jongin feel worse because he can't stop touching his dick. And Joonmyun still won't shut up. "This must've something to do with me, right? If this was just about a quick wank, you wouldn't have dragged me along. So... what do you want me to do?" Jongin thinks he makes an ugly noise, something between a sob and a gurgle. "Hyung!" It's not fair that Joonmyun is so at ease with the whole situation when Jongin is a horny mess at his feet, clinging to his waist like his life depends on it, unable to finish because he's used to actually pay attention to Joonmyun's words when he's talking because he's their fucking leader.
"Listen..." Joonmyun's voice is so damn nice and soft, Jongin wants to scream. But he listens, like he always does, even when he pretends not to give a fuck about what Joonmyun says. "If you can't tell me what you want, just... just do it. I'll let you, okay? I trust you." His hands untangle from Jongin's hair, he strokes the shell of his ears softly before he lets them fall to his side. His eyes are still closed and Jongin can read in the relaxed and open pose of his body that he really trusts Jongin, like he said. Jongin feels his heart drop back to its original place in his chest where it beats steadily and spreads a wonderful warmth.
He still can't speak, so he nudges the hem of Joonmyun's sweater up with both hands and hopes he can transfer his thanks through little kisses from his lips into the skin under Joonmyun's navel. His stomach is warm and taut but still just soft enough. And his skin smells kind of nice. Jongin's eyes fall close as he draws a breath and then he fumbles blindly for Joonmyun's belt buckle. There's a tightening in Joonmyun's abdominal muscles but Jongin chooses not to dwell on it as he undoes his pants and pushes them down, followed by his underwear. He places the palms of his hands on the soft parts of Joonmyun's sides and runs them down his body slowly, mapping out every detail of his hips. It feels so good, he can't stop kneading and rubbing even when blotches of irritated red appear on the pale skin. This time he doesn't hold back his moans, letting his breath hit Joonmyun's stomach in hot puffs.
Before long, the need for release becomes unbearable and he has to remove his right hand from Joonmyun's hips again to grab his cock, spreading the precome for easier slide. Now the quick up and down of his fist makes a slick noise that must be clearly audible to Joonmyun and he feels the heat of shame radiating from his face. But right then, there's a new sensation against his neck, something hard poking him. Without having to look, he knows what it is but shies away from it. In a way, he's glad that this whole weird thing does something for Joonmyun too. But then again he's not sure if he's supposed to do anything about it, if Joonmyun even wants him to do anything. And right now, he's definitely not in his right mind to make a decision, head clouded with lust as it is. He presses his flat tongue against Joonmyun's hipbones, sucks the wet spot of skin into his mouth, moans as he thinks of leaving hickeys there, and then he does just that. A small, red spot blooms on the side of Joonmyun's slim hips, a mark Jongin left there, and it's a twisted sense of ownership that makes him come with a violent shudder.
It takes more than a while to come down from this mind-blowing high but when he does calm down and his head clears, he finds out that the still very audible pants are not his own. Unsure of how to react, he looks up at Joonmyun. His eyes widen when he finds him looking almost obscenely debauched, with cheeks flushed, eyes screwed shut, pants halfway down his legs and erection jutting out, not to mention the marks Jongin's fingers and lips have left on his skin. Something like awe settles deep in Jongin's chest. "Hyung," he mumbles and places careful fingertips on the hickey, his hickey. "Do you want me to..." His fingers travel inward from Joonmyun's hips towards the tuft of curly hair and finish his question for him. Something like a breathless moan wheezes past Joonmyun's lips. "Yes, god, yes please."
Jongin leans closer. He isn't sure what this means to them, if this is just a one-time-thing or more, he isn't sure of a lot of things but maybe it doesn't matter right now. What he is sure of is that he wants to make Joonmyun feel good. He moistens his lips and closes them around the tip, drawing a gasp from Joonmyun. Another thing he's sure of is that they'll figure this whole thing out later because Joonmyun is Joonmyun and Jongin has never trusted another person like this.
The ugly grey of the sweater doesn't look half as ugly when it is complimented so nicely by the pink of Joonmyun's flushed cheeks, Jongin decides and slides his lips down.