Minuscule
Title: Minuscule
Chapter: 1/1
Author: KiWI
Pairing: JongHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Minho helps Jonghyun with a "small" problem
“Hyung, please come eat!” Minho calls through the locked door.
No reply.
“Hyung, at least talk with me about it” Minho pleads banging on the door.
No reply.
"It's my room too!"
“Fuck your food, fuck your talks, and fuck you!” Jonghyun screams.
Minho flinches at the harsh reply; so much for trying to help. Sighing, he walks away from the door and back towards the dining room. The other three have already sat down and started eating without him. Flopping down, he stares at his plate and he’s suddenly not even hungry anymore, thoughts of a sullen Jonghyun leaving him with a loss of appetite. His mind constantly repays the way Jonghyun ran out of the living room earlier, ignoring Minho’s calls and pushing straight past him.
“You should eat Minho. Jonghyun will get over it eventually.” Key insists, passing him the ketchup. Minho's not so sure.
“Hyung, he won’t even talk to me and he always talks to me...I don’t even know what’s wrong?” Minho says concern written across his face as he slumps against the back of his chair.
He's Jonghyun’s confidant and though at times it got annoying as hell, he's glad that he can be of some use to his hyung. Now, seeing him locked up in their room sulking away was heartbreaking. He felt somewhat responsible like he had failed as a friend and it was his fault for not making sure Jonghyun was completely happy. And Minho would do anything to make sure Jonghyun was completely happy.
“It’s Onew hyung’s fault” Taemin murmurs under his breath, ignoring Onew’s livid glare.
“What? What was that? What did you do hyung?” Minho perks up. His eyes searching Onew’s face for anything that might explain why Jonghyun was having a breakdown.
“I didn’t do anything. It was all Taemin” Onew says through a mouth full of kimchi. His eyes deliberately avoiding Minho’s.
“You were the one who said he had a small dick” Taemin accuses.
“You were the one who said he should just castrate himself because it wouldn’t make a difference either way” Onew counters.
At this point Minho is beyond shocked. His mouth gaping and his eyes as wide as saucers. Key’s just as astounded, nearly choking on his rice.
“W-why would you say that?” He sputters. He’s on his feet now, his hands flat on the table as he leans across to gaze at the pair.
They knew how sensitive Jonghyun was about that subject. People already teased him about his height and to mention his penis size. Jonghyun must've been crushed.
“We were just joking” Taemin explains in a small voice, finding interest in the floor.
“Plus he said I’m clumsier than a blind old lady” Onew pouts.
“That’s because what he said was the truth! What you two said was hitting below the belt!” Key shouts.
"I was speaking the truth too.”
Onew folds his arms over his chest glaring at Key. Both Taemin and Minho are practically stupefied by Onew’s gall. It’s not like him to stand up to Key, heck it’s not like anyone to stand up to Key.
“I’ll go check on Jonghyun”
Minho leaves the room as quick as possible, deciding not to witness the lashing Key was bound to give the two.
He’s surprise when he turns the handle and the door complies. Sticking his head in cautiously, his heart aches at the scene. Jonghyun was indeed curled up in a ball wrapped tightly in his covers. The shaky rise and fall of his breathing indicating that he might have been crying. Sliding in and closing the door, Minho walks over and sits on the bed.
“Jonghyun”
“...”
“Jonghyun please”
“...”
Minho’s officially becoming frustrated. He’s growing tired of trying to reason with him, tired of trying to get Jonghyun to confide in him like always. Although, he gets it, really he does. Minho becomes the same way when he loses a competition, Taemin and Key get that way when they’re accused of being too girly, and even Onew gets the same way when someone says he’s not funny. It’s that crushed ego feeling, that feeling when one’s self-esteem is nearly at rock bottom. Minho gets it but what he doesn’t get is why Jonghyun is shutting himself in and throwing Minho out because curling up in a ball and wallowing in self-pity is not going to solve his problems.
Minho gets up to leave; if Jonghyun doesn’t want his help, he’s not going to force him.
“Wait” Jonghyun says voice muffled.
Pulling back the covers a little, Minho peers into the dark cocoon of blankets seeking Jonghyun. He waits until Jonghyun can look up and meet his eyes and when they do meet his heart is aching again.
Jonghyun eyes are puffy and the tip of his nose is tinged red and Minho knows he has been crying. It’s such a silly thing to cry about, Minho thinks, stupid actually but then again I guess everyone has stupid things they cry about. Though, he can’t help but think that Jonghyun Is crying about something exceptionally stupid because seriously he should have more confidence.
“They’re so fucking mean, Minho” Jonghyun whispers.
Minho slides the rest of the covers off Jonghyun exposing his coiled body and he’s so helpless looking that it’s adorable. Although, he’d never voice it, he wants to smother Jonghyun with adulation and turn every burning tear into a passionate kiss. Despite how much he’s fought against it, his body pines to adorn him with love and to please every insecure inch of him. It used to confuse him, this weird adoration he has for Jonghyun but he’s learned to just accept it and instead waits, waits for the day when he can finally yield to his impulses.
“What did they do?” He asks regardless of knowing the answer. He tugs at Jonghyun’s limbs like a rag doll and disencumbers him from his spiraling position.
Subsequently, he sits back against the headboard and listens, becoming Jonghyun’s confidant, his shrink. He nods his head attentively during Jonghyun’s long rants, asks prolonging questions during Jonghyun’s pauses, and reciprocates the usual Oohs and Aahs during Jonghyun’s sudden exclamations, just like any other dutiful psychiatrist. However, unlike any other psychiatrist he’s not listening. His mind’s too distracted by Jonghyun’s beautifully corpulent lips and Jonghyun’s amazingly sculpted collar bone and Jonghyun’s lovingly salient cheek bones. He’s too distracted by Jonghyun, period. Admittedly, he’s a fail psychiatrist.
Grabbing hold of Minho’s hand, he says something which Minho thinks is heartfelt but he doesn’t know because now Jonghyun is clutching that same hand to his chest. Entangling their fingers together, he presses Minho’s palm against his beating heart. Jonghyun was always one for theatrics. Though, Minho doesn’t mind because now his own heart is picking up speed trying to match its pace with Jonghyun’s.
“...Because Minho I do not have an abnormally small penis”
And it’s just like Minho to snap back into reality at the word penis. “Sure you don’t hyung” Minho says innocuously.
“You think I’m lying, don’t you? Fine then here’s proof” Jonghyun asserted.
Minho watches with something like mild amusement as Jonghyun fumbles with his zipper and button. He watches keenly at the light blush that brushes across the other’s cheeks, and sees that even in spite of Jonghyun’s own embarrassment he’s determined. So, Minho doesn’t stop him from taking off his pants, not because he doesn’t want to--and he doesn’t--but because there was no way Jonghyun wasn’t going to take them off. As if he has something to prove, he gets up on his knees, shoving his pants and boxers down in one swift movement.
“See...It’s not...That small” Jonghyun murmurs, eyes noting Minho’s every expression.
The younger stays quiet because at the moment he can’t bring himself to speak and he keeps his face blank as not to give Jonghyun any wrong conclusions.
Unashamedly, his eyes are glued to his hyung's dick. He’s right though, Minho thinks, it’s not that small. But still it’s small as it dangles there between his legs soft and almost fragile looking. Minho can’t help but note that he, himself, has at least two or three inches on Jonghyun. The wheels are turning in his head and he realizes that this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, the only chance he’ll ever get at taking Jonghyun and revealing his hidden love. And here he is, the object of his affection, practically laying himself out on a silver platter for Minho to devour. Now, all he has to do is reach out for him.
Jonghyun squirms under Minho’s gaze, uncomfortably. He thinks the younger would get the hint to not look so hard and to not stare so blankly but he doesn’t. Jonghyun's waiting for a reaction, an agreement, or a “You’re right hyung! You’re totally not that small” or at the very least ridicule and mockery. Instead he’s met with a non-blinking, possibly non-thinking Minho whose large eyes are like freaking magnets and Jonghyun’s dick is the refrigerator.
“Right then...” Jonghyun trails off. Thoroughly embarrassed, he reaches down to pull his pants back up.
“Wait, Jonghyun have you ever measured it?” Minho wonders, his blank expression slipping into a leer.
“...No” Jonghyun says bashfully, tugging down the hem of his shirt in an attempt to hide himself.
Holding up a hand, Minho wiggles his fingers “Y’know the width of a finger is approximately ¾ of an inch” His hands move to rest on Jonghyun’s inner thighs.
“What are--Minho!” his hands fly to Minho’s wrist trying to pull his hand away and suddenly their positions are flipped and Jonghyun is the one pressed up against the headboard.
“I’m just measuring” Minho explains, locking both of Jonghyun’s wrists in one hand and bringing them above his head.
He uses his other hand to push Jonghyun’s shirt up under his arms and then places his pinky finger around the base of his cock, “¾” he states. He can’t help the cheeky grin that wants to unfold upon his lips so he switches it to a salacious smirk that only makes Jonghyun’s uneasiness worsen.
“Minho. Stop.” Jonghyun warns.
Minho keeps going, wrapping each finger around Jonghyun's thick cock even though he can tell the other is serious but honestly Minho doesn’t care. He has sat back in the shadows for long enough, and he’d be damned if he stays there. Plus, he was having too much fun.
“Hmmm...It’s about 3 inches flaccid” Minho informs. Jonghyun gulps warily, looking everywhere save for Minho.
“So what?” Jonghyun bristles suddenly defensive.
Minho answers with a quick pump of his cock. Jonghyun gasps and shudders as Minho repeats the action, but slower this time. His hand a vicious tight vice milking Jonghyun spitefully slow.
“Fuck Minho stop” Jonghyun whined, struggling to free his hands.
"But now we have to measure it when it's erect" and Minho's deep voice, dripping with lust, surprises even him.
"Minho, I swear if you don't--" his threat is cut short by a low groan caused by a deliberate flick of Minho's wrist.
It doesn't matter to Minho that this is somewhat non consensual. The only thoughts running through his head is all the ways in which he can recreate that godly moan. And to say Minho isn't feeling a bit cocky is an understatement, he feels like he just won a gold Olympic medal. It's weird because Minho has been with other people, he's known for being a bit on the sluttish side. However, it feels like all his experience has been for naught and his skill has been reverted to nada but where his mind had forgotten, his hands still remember.
Minho's slightly in a daze as he ignores Jonghyun's impatient squirming. He doesn't really know if it's the fact that he's finally getting to touch this perfect man or if it's the pressure of wanting to please this perfect man to the utmost of his abilities that has him in such a rut. He scoots closer, sliding his thighs up under Jonghyun's soft bare ones and the action causes the older's legs to lift and spread.
Jonghyun's sighs of pleasure are more than audible as Minho's fingers roam curiously over his new toy. He's almost like a scientist better yet a doctor as he squeezes Jonghyun's cock experimentally, marveling in how his skin is so soft and delicate yet at the same time the inside hard and stiff, engorged with blood. He watches as crystalline precum oozes out the top and slides thickly down Jonghyun's shaft before Minho runs a palm over the head smearing the translucent cream.
"Okay look you can measure it now" Jonghyun breathes.
Jonghyun's heart is racing like a race car, his chest is heaving like a pro track runner, and his mind is just, just not helping at all. There was an unspoken rule that they all abide by: you could mess with i.e fuck any idol you wanted to but you don't mess with each other. Band relationships are always too complicated and never end well. But fuck! Wrong has never felt so right. No, Jonghyun tells himself, he should stop while he's ahead.
"Be patient" Minho states.
Something finally clicked in his head and his hand begins to pump again, erratic and fast with a new mission.
"Nngh, Minho" Jonghyun groans as his head rolls back against the headboard and his eyes shut tight.
Jonghyun's exclaims are simple manly groans and sexy grunts though Minho doesn't need any high pitched moans to know his hand is working wonders. At last finally resigning, Jonghyun pushes up to meet Minho's strokes as he licks his lips, a hint of a grin on his face.
Letting go of Jonghyun's caged wrist, Minho uses two hands to measure, " 1...2...3...4...5. 5 inches erect." he announces. It's actually 4¾, but for Jonghyun he rounds.
"See, it's not that small" Jonghyun claims proudly.
Minho doesn't have the heart to tell him that 5 inches isn't really something to be proud about but Jonghyun is finally somewhat happy and he finally has his confidence back and that's what really matters. All he knows is that he loves Jonghyun and he'll always love every single thing about him, especially his 5 inch dick.
Tentatively, Minho looks up to gauge his hyung's reaction and is taken aback. His brows are drawn together and his lips are a thin line of frustration and anger.
"What's wrong" Minho asks.
"It's nothing. Can you let me go now?" Jonghyun lies curtly.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong"
"It's just that there’s something I wanted you to do for me” Jonghyun mumbles.
“Tell me” he coaxes and he gently starts stroking.
Jonghyun doesn’t tell him right away. He stays silence, lamenting because this whole situation is just beyond embarrassing. There’s this crappy part of his mind that knows Minho is in love with him. It’s sick really because all this time Jonghyun’s been pulling him around on a leash, just using him to get whatever he wanted knowing full well Minho would do almost anything to please him. He’s a terrible person and he’s too far ahead to stop now.
“Suck me” He says clearly, his gaze unwavering as he looks into Minho’s eyes.
Minho nearly chokes . Who the hell was he to say no? He’s not exactly shocked just taken aback at how unexpectedly forward Jonghyun is. His face flushes for some goddamn reason and he looks away from Jonghyun’s serious gaze. There’s a fluttery feeling in his tummy and fuck, it better not be butterflies because this is a very serious situation and his performance will most likely make or break him.
He decides to take a different approach than what he normally does and instead of quickly engulfing his dick, he takes his time. Gingerly, Minho laps at Jonghyun’s dribbling head, catching the pearly liquid on the tip of his tongue and tasting it, savoring it. Fortunately, Jonghyun doesn’t rush him; he’s savoring the moment as well. Minho's tongue moves to swirl around the head of his cock once, then twice before capturing it between lush lips and suckling softly as he took more into his mouth.
“Minho, please" Jonghyun pants.
Minho sucks hard and purposefully slow just to see Jonghyun squirm impatiently, just to feel Jonghyun’s nails dig into his scalp, just to hear Jonghyun breathe his name. He looks up and meets unfocused and glazed over dark chocolate eyes, and furrowed black brows; his lips are parted in hushed gasps and Minho has the urge to seize them with his own swollen mouth. Instead, he pushes down until his nose is pressed into the curly bush of hair at the base of his dick and he feels Jonghyun’s dick easily brush the back of his throat.
Whether Minho’s too good or he’s too sensitive, Jonghyun doesn’t know but either way he doesn’t last much longer. He’s cumming hard, his back arching and his teeth gritting, a low groan trying to push its way through. Minho doesn’t let up as he continues to suck down every ounce of fluid Jonghyun has to offer leaving the man writhing and slightly weary.
Jonghyun doesn’t bother pulling his pants back up as he catches his breath. He lets his soft dick lay there between his legs too busy watching Minho lick up whatever excess that was smeared on his lips.
“Better?” Minho asks.
Running a hand through his hair, Jonghyun answers, “Somewhat.” The bedroom door swings open hard hitting the wall loudly, leaving a mark. There’s Key standing in the doorway gripping Taemin’s and Onew’s collar tightly indicating that he most likely had to drag the two in the room.
“Sorry Jonghyun hyung” Taemin shouts bowing low.
“Yeah, Sorry” Onew grumbles arms cross and bottom lip jutting out.
Minho and Jonghyun scramble to make the scene as innocent as possible but it’s too late as Onew puts the pieces together and the fact that Jonghyun has his pants around his ankles doesn’t help.
“Whoa hyung you were right! Jonghyun hyung’s dick is small.”
Screaming at the top of his lungs, Jonghyun immediately lunges for Taemin, pants still around his ankles.
Minho sighs.
Chapter: 1/1
Author: KiWI
Pairing: JongHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Minho helps Jonghyun with a "small" problem
“Hyung, please come eat!” Minho calls through the locked door.
No reply.
“Hyung, at least talk with me about it” Minho pleads banging on the door.
No reply.
"It's my room too!"
“Fuck your food, fuck your talks, and fuck you!” Jonghyun screams.
Minho flinches at the harsh reply; so much for trying to help. Sighing, he walks away from the door and back towards the dining room. The other three have already sat down and started eating without him. Flopping down, he stares at his plate and he’s suddenly not even hungry anymore, thoughts of a sullen Jonghyun leaving him with a loss of appetite. His mind constantly repays the way Jonghyun ran out of the living room earlier, ignoring Minho’s calls and pushing straight past him.
“You should eat Minho. Jonghyun will get over it eventually.” Key insists, passing him the ketchup. Minho's not so sure.
“Hyung, he won’t even talk to me and he always talks to me...I don’t even know what’s wrong?” Minho says concern written across his face as he slumps against the back of his chair.
He's Jonghyun’s confidant and though at times it got annoying as hell, he's glad that he can be of some use to his hyung. Now, seeing him locked up in their room sulking away was heartbreaking. He felt somewhat responsible like he had failed as a friend and it was his fault for not making sure Jonghyun was completely happy. And Minho would do anything to make sure Jonghyun was completely happy.
“It’s Onew hyung’s fault” Taemin murmurs under his breath, ignoring Onew’s livid glare.
“What? What was that? What did you do hyung?” Minho perks up. His eyes searching Onew’s face for anything that might explain why Jonghyun was having a breakdown.
“I didn’t do anything. It was all Taemin” Onew says through a mouth full of kimchi. His eyes deliberately avoiding Minho’s.
“You were the one who said he had a small dick” Taemin accuses.
“You were the one who said he should just castrate himself because it wouldn’t make a difference either way” Onew counters.
At this point Minho is beyond shocked. His mouth gaping and his eyes as wide as saucers. Key’s just as astounded, nearly choking on his rice.
“W-why would you say that?” He sputters. He’s on his feet now, his hands flat on the table as he leans across to gaze at the pair.
They knew how sensitive Jonghyun was about that subject. People already teased him about his height and to mention his penis size. Jonghyun must've been crushed.
“We were just joking” Taemin explains in a small voice, finding interest in the floor.
“Plus he said I’m clumsier than a blind old lady” Onew pouts.
“That’s because what he said was the truth! What you two said was hitting below the belt!” Key shouts.
"I was speaking the truth too.”
Onew folds his arms over his chest glaring at Key. Both Taemin and Minho are practically stupefied by Onew’s gall. It’s not like him to stand up to Key, heck it’s not like anyone to stand up to Key.
“I’ll go check on Jonghyun”
Minho leaves the room as quick as possible, deciding not to witness the lashing Key was bound to give the two.
He’s surprise when he turns the handle and the door complies. Sticking his head in cautiously, his heart aches at the scene. Jonghyun was indeed curled up in a ball wrapped tightly in his covers. The shaky rise and fall of his breathing indicating that he might have been crying. Sliding in and closing the door, Minho walks over and sits on the bed.
“Jonghyun”
“...”
“Jonghyun please”
“...”
Minho’s officially becoming frustrated. He’s growing tired of trying to reason with him, tired of trying to get Jonghyun to confide in him like always. Although, he gets it, really he does. Minho becomes the same way when he loses a competition, Taemin and Key get that way when they’re accused of being too girly, and even Onew gets the same way when someone says he’s not funny. It’s that crushed ego feeling, that feeling when one’s self-esteem is nearly at rock bottom. Minho gets it but what he doesn’t get is why Jonghyun is shutting himself in and throwing Minho out because curling up in a ball and wallowing in self-pity is not going to solve his problems.
Minho gets up to leave; if Jonghyun doesn’t want his help, he’s not going to force him.
“Wait” Jonghyun says voice muffled.
Pulling back the covers a little, Minho peers into the dark cocoon of blankets seeking Jonghyun. He waits until Jonghyun can look up and meet his eyes and when they do meet his heart is aching again.
Jonghyun eyes are puffy and the tip of his nose is tinged red and Minho knows he has been crying. It’s such a silly thing to cry about, Minho thinks, stupid actually but then again I guess everyone has stupid things they cry about. Though, he can’t help but think that Jonghyun Is crying about something exceptionally stupid because seriously he should have more confidence.
“They’re so fucking mean, Minho” Jonghyun whispers.
Minho slides the rest of the covers off Jonghyun exposing his coiled body and he’s so helpless looking that it’s adorable. Although, he’d never voice it, he wants to smother Jonghyun with adulation and turn every burning tear into a passionate kiss. Despite how much he’s fought against it, his body pines to adorn him with love and to please every insecure inch of him. It used to confuse him, this weird adoration he has for Jonghyun but he’s learned to just accept it and instead waits, waits for the day when he can finally yield to his impulses.
“What did they do?” He asks regardless of knowing the answer. He tugs at Jonghyun’s limbs like a rag doll and disencumbers him from his spiraling position.
Subsequently, he sits back against the headboard and listens, becoming Jonghyun’s confidant, his shrink. He nods his head attentively during Jonghyun’s long rants, asks prolonging questions during Jonghyun’s pauses, and reciprocates the usual Oohs and Aahs during Jonghyun’s sudden exclamations, just like any other dutiful psychiatrist. However, unlike any other psychiatrist he’s not listening. His mind’s too distracted by Jonghyun’s beautifully corpulent lips and Jonghyun’s amazingly sculpted collar bone and Jonghyun’s lovingly salient cheek bones. He’s too distracted by Jonghyun, period. Admittedly, he’s a fail psychiatrist.
Grabbing hold of Minho’s hand, he says something which Minho thinks is heartfelt but he doesn’t know because now Jonghyun is clutching that same hand to his chest. Entangling their fingers together, he presses Minho’s palm against his beating heart. Jonghyun was always one for theatrics. Though, Minho doesn’t mind because now his own heart is picking up speed trying to match its pace with Jonghyun’s.
“...Because Minho I do not have an abnormally small penis”
And it’s just like Minho to snap back into reality at the word penis. “Sure you don’t hyung” Minho says innocuously.
“You think I’m lying, don’t you? Fine then here’s proof” Jonghyun asserted.
Minho watches with something like mild amusement as Jonghyun fumbles with his zipper and button. He watches keenly at the light blush that brushes across the other’s cheeks, and sees that even in spite of Jonghyun’s own embarrassment he’s determined. So, Minho doesn’t stop him from taking off his pants, not because he doesn’t want to--and he doesn’t--but because there was no way Jonghyun wasn’t going to take them off. As if he has something to prove, he gets up on his knees, shoving his pants and boxers down in one swift movement.
“See...It’s not...That small” Jonghyun murmurs, eyes noting Minho’s every expression.
The younger stays quiet because at the moment he can’t bring himself to speak and he keeps his face blank as not to give Jonghyun any wrong conclusions.
Unashamedly, his eyes are glued to his hyung's dick. He’s right though, Minho thinks, it’s not that small. But still it’s small as it dangles there between his legs soft and almost fragile looking. Minho can’t help but note that he, himself, has at least two or three inches on Jonghyun. The wheels are turning in his head and he realizes that this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity, the only chance he’ll ever get at taking Jonghyun and revealing his hidden love. And here he is, the object of his affection, practically laying himself out on a silver platter for Minho to devour. Now, all he has to do is reach out for him.
Jonghyun squirms under Minho’s gaze, uncomfortably. He thinks the younger would get the hint to not look so hard and to not stare so blankly but he doesn’t. Jonghyun's waiting for a reaction, an agreement, or a “You’re right hyung! You’re totally not that small” or at the very least ridicule and mockery. Instead he’s met with a non-blinking, possibly non-thinking Minho whose large eyes are like freaking magnets and Jonghyun’s dick is the refrigerator.
“Right then...” Jonghyun trails off. Thoroughly embarrassed, he reaches down to pull his pants back up.
“Wait, Jonghyun have you ever measured it?” Minho wonders, his blank expression slipping into a leer.
“...No” Jonghyun says bashfully, tugging down the hem of his shirt in an attempt to hide himself.
Holding up a hand, Minho wiggles his fingers “Y’know the width of a finger is approximately ¾ of an inch” His hands move to rest on Jonghyun’s inner thighs.
“What are--Minho!” his hands fly to Minho’s wrist trying to pull his hand away and suddenly their positions are flipped and Jonghyun is the one pressed up against the headboard.
“I’m just measuring” Minho explains, locking both of Jonghyun’s wrists in one hand and bringing them above his head.
He uses his other hand to push Jonghyun’s shirt up under his arms and then places his pinky finger around the base of his cock, “¾” he states. He can’t help the cheeky grin that wants to unfold upon his lips so he switches it to a salacious smirk that only makes Jonghyun’s uneasiness worsen.
“Minho. Stop.” Jonghyun warns.
Minho keeps going, wrapping each finger around Jonghyun's thick cock even though he can tell the other is serious but honestly Minho doesn’t care. He has sat back in the shadows for long enough, and he’d be damned if he stays there. Plus, he was having too much fun.
“Hmmm...It’s about 3 inches flaccid” Minho informs. Jonghyun gulps warily, looking everywhere save for Minho.
“So what?” Jonghyun bristles suddenly defensive.
Minho answers with a quick pump of his cock. Jonghyun gasps and shudders as Minho repeats the action, but slower this time. His hand a vicious tight vice milking Jonghyun spitefully slow.
“Fuck Minho stop” Jonghyun whined, struggling to free his hands.
"But now we have to measure it when it's erect" and Minho's deep voice, dripping with lust, surprises even him.
"Minho, I swear if you don't--" his threat is cut short by a low groan caused by a deliberate flick of Minho's wrist.
It doesn't matter to Minho that this is somewhat non consensual. The only thoughts running through his head is all the ways in which he can recreate that godly moan. And to say Minho isn't feeling a bit cocky is an understatement, he feels like he just won a gold Olympic medal. It's weird because Minho has been with other people, he's known for being a bit on the sluttish side. However, it feels like all his experience has been for naught and his skill has been reverted to nada but where his mind had forgotten, his hands still remember.
Minho's slightly in a daze as he ignores Jonghyun's impatient squirming. He doesn't really know if it's the fact that he's finally getting to touch this perfect man or if it's the pressure of wanting to please this perfect man to the utmost of his abilities that has him in such a rut. He scoots closer, sliding his thighs up under Jonghyun's soft bare ones and the action causes the older's legs to lift and spread.
Jonghyun's sighs of pleasure are more than audible as Minho's fingers roam curiously over his new toy. He's almost like a scientist better yet a doctor as he squeezes Jonghyun's cock experimentally, marveling in how his skin is so soft and delicate yet at the same time the inside hard and stiff, engorged with blood. He watches as crystalline precum oozes out the top and slides thickly down Jonghyun's shaft before Minho runs a palm over the head smearing the translucent cream.
"Okay look you can measure it now" Jonghyun breathes.
Jonghyun's heart is racing like a race car, his chest is heaving like a pro track runner, and his mind is just, just not helping at all. There was an unspoken rule that they all abide by: you could mess with i.e fuck any idol you wanted to but you don't mess with each other. Band relationships are always too complicated and never end well. But fuck! Wrong has never felt so right. No, Jonghyun tells himself, he should stop while he's ahead.
"Be patient" Minho states.
Something finally clicked in his head and his hand begins to pump again, erratic and fast with a new mission.
"Nngh, Minho" Jonghyun groans as his head rolls back against the headboard and his eyes shut tight.
Jonghyun's exclaims are simple manly groans and sexy grunts though Minho doesn't need any high pitched moans to know his hand is working wonders. At last finally resigning, Jonghyun pushes up to meet Minho's strokes as he licks his lips, a hint of a grin on his face.
Letting go of Jonghyun's caged wrist, Minho uses two hands to measure, " 1...2...3...4...5. 5 inches erect." he announces. It's actually 4¾, but for Jonghyun he rounds.
"See, it's not that small" Jonghyun claims proudly.
Minho doesn't have the heart to tell him that 5 inches isn't really something to be proud about but Jonghyun is finally somewhat happy and he finally has his confidence back and that's what really matters. All he knows is that he loves Jonghyun and he'll always love every single thing about him, especially his 5 inch dick.
Tentatively, Minho looks up to gauge his hyung's reaction and is taken aback. His brows are drawn together and his lips are a thin line of frustration and anger.
"What's wrong" Minho asks.
"It's nothing. Can you let me go now?" Jonghyun lies curtly.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong"
"It's just that there’s something I wanted you to do for me” Jonghyun mumbles.
“Tell me” he coaxes and he gently starts stroking.
Jonghyun doesn’t tell him right away. He stays silence, lamenting because this whole situation is just beyond embarrassing. There’s this crappy part of his mind that knows Minho is in love with him. It’s sick really because all this time Jonghyun’s been pulling him around on a leash, just using him to get whatever he wanted knowing full well Minho would do almost anything to please him. He’s a terrible person and he’s too far ahead to stop now.
“Suck me” He says clearly, his gaze unwavering as he looks into Minho’s eyes.
Minho nearly chokes . Who the hell was he to say no? He’s not exactly shocked just taken aback at how unexpectedly forward Jonghyun is. His face flushes for some goddamn reason and he looks away from Jonghyun’s serious gaze. There’s a fluttery feeling in his tummy and fuck, it better not be butterflies because this is a very serious situation and his performance will most likely make or break him.
He decides to take a different approach than what he normally does and instead of quickly engulfing his dick, he takes his time. Gingerly, Minho laps at Jonghyun’s dribbling head, catching the pearly liquid on the tip of his tongue and tasting it, savoring it. Fortunately, Jonghyun doesn’t rush him; he’s savoring the moment as well. Minho's tongue moves to swirl around the head of his cock once, then twice before capturing it between lush lips and suckling softly as he took more into his mouth.
“Minho, please" Jonghyun pants.
Minho sucks hard and purposefully slow just to see Jonghyun squirm impatiently, just to feel Jonghyun’s nails dig into his scalp, just to hear Jonghyun breathe his name. He looks up and meets unfocused and glazed over dark chocolate eyes, and furrowed black brows; his lips are parted in hushed gasps and Minho has the urge to seize them with his own swollen mouth. Instead, he pushes down until his nose is pressed into the curly bush of hair at the base of his dick and he feels Jonghyun’s dick easily brush the back of his throat.
Whether Minho’s too good or he’s too sensitive, Jonghyun doesn’t know but either way he doesn’t last much longer. He’s cumming hard, his back arching and his teeth gritting, a low groan trying to push its way through. Minho doesn’t let up as he continues to suck down every ounce of fluid Jonghyun has to offer leaving the man writhing and slightly weary.
Jonghyun doesn’t bother pulling his pants back up as he catches his breath. He lets his soft dick lay there between his legs too busy watching Minho lick up whatever excess that was smeared on his lips.
“Better?” Minho asks.
Running a hand through his hair, Jonghyun answers, “Somewhat.” The bedroom door swings open hard hitting the wall loudly, leaving a mark. There’s Key standing in the doorway gripping Taemin’s and Onew’s collar tightly indicating that he most likely had to drag the two in the room.
“Sorry Jonghyun hyung” Taemin shouts bowing low.
“Yeah, Sorry” Onew grumbles arms cross and bottom lip jutting out.
Minho and Jonghyun scramble to make the scene as innocent as possible but it’s too late as Onew puts the pieces together and the fact that Jonghyun has his pants around his ankles doesn’t help.
“Whoa hyung you were right! Jonghyun hyung’s dick is small.”
Screaming at the top of his lungs, Jonghyun immediately lunges for Taemin, pants still around his ankles.
Minho sighs.