[exo] something
title: something
pairing: chen/xiumin
word count: 1,251 words
rating: nc-17
summary: xiuchen porn what else could it be
a/n:so here's the porn sequel for hyper mornings. this can be read as a stand alone though. title taken from girl's day's something (which should imply.... something /nervous laughing/).
okay bye /crawls back to my ask.fm/
something
Jongdae’s collarbones were shining with sweat and that’s all Minseok can see when he’s wearing one of those V necks he got from Yixing last Christmas. Jongdae was laughing but he stopped to pull Minseok’s glasses away.
The older man jumped at the sudden contact. “You need to take a break Minseok.” The addressed man frowned at his lover, he probably should listen and give in before Jongdae released a flurry of pouts and incessant whining but he didn’t.
“I need to finish this entire heap first, Jongdae. Give me back my glasses.”
And there it was, across Minseok’s mahogany office table fitted into their apartment, Jongdae whined a wae too high for a regular guy but Jongdae’s got great vocals he’s proud of (in and out of the bedroom). Minseok pinched his nose bridge, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t be stubborn, please, Jongdae.”
“I’m not being stubborn, Minseok. You are.” The whining man playfully retorted, stumbling out of the swivel chair, taking Minseok’s glasses as hostage. The older man would normally let him run off but his contacts were nowhere to be seen and everything just looks blurry to him.
And that was how they ended up in the bedroom, Minseok tugging Jongdae’s body flush against his own.
(Not really. Minseok chased Jongdae around the living room and the kitchen three times before he managed to corner the man in the bedroom.)
Jongdae’s hard on was brushing against Minseok’s crotch and he let out a soft chuckle, fanning on Jongdae’s face. “Is this why you wanted me to take a break? ‘Cause you’re horny as fuck?” The other man groaned in reply as Minseok rutted his own dent against Jongdae’s.
Minseok settles his hands on Jongdae’s cheeks content with peppering Jongdae's face with butterfly kisses and Jongdae was thankful for Minseok’s gentleness but he didn’t need that right now. Jongdae slid his hands into the back pockets of Minseok’s jeans and started palming his ass. Minseok gasped and Jongdae saw his opportunity to morph the kisses into something more.
Jongdae tasted like coffee as he explored Minseok's mouth, licking through every crevice. He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Minseok could tell that he’s been rummaging in his secret stash of coffee again.
While Minseok was contemplating on whether to punish Jongdae for drinking coffee at night again, Jongdae removed his hands from Minseok’s ass and instead listlessly traced Minseok’s body, his fingers making a line from the man’s abdomen to his neck. And a few muffled moans escaped Minseok’s mouth when Jongdae thrust his hands under Minseok’s shirt, pinching Minseok’s nipples.
Minseok pulled away first, panting and unable to take Jongdae’s teasing.
“Take a break, Minseok.” The curve of Jongdae’s smile bordered playful and sweet.
“If taking a break means getting between your legs then, I’ll consider it this time.” He leaned in again, claiming Jongdae’s mouth a little roughly this time, pushing both of them on the bed, Jongdae pinned beneath him.
Minseok wordlessly stripped both of them quickly and efficiently chucking their clothes aside. Jongdae pulled out a bottle underneath the pillows and Minseok fitted their lips again. He liked kissing Jongdae, he liked the stifled noises he made when Minseok unraveled him for the first time, still liked it until now despite all the countless sex they had around the apartment.
Jongdae indulged him, letting him take the lead until Minseok deemed it enough. But sometimes, he can’t stop himself. “Are you going to fuck me yet?” Minseok looked at him, a soft smile painted on his face and Jongdae switches their position rather impatiently. He kneeled between Minseok’s legs and teasingly traced a line down Minseok’s throbbing cock before he kissed the base upwards.
“Jongdae,” Minseok breathed and Jongdae took it as his cue to finally suck him off. Minseok was vanilla when it comes to foreplay, always thinking about this and that. But he's a monster when he's got his dick in Jongdae, pounding like his life depended on it.
Jongdae was moaning and whining and Minseok can’t even shut him up with his mouth. The neighbors are just gonna have to suck it up then as he fucks Jongdae's mouth until he's gagging.
Minseok spread him out, lubing up two of his fingers and scissoring Jongdae open. He added in a third for good measure, Jongdae's pleasure and well being still on the top of his mind.
"Please, Minseok. I'm not a virgin, stick it in already."
"Impatient as always." Minseok sighed, easing his way in. He started with shallow thrusts, palming Jongdae’s dick as he increases his speed, pushing in deeper into the writhing man. But he never forgot to pepper Jongdae’s neck, his throat, his jugular with kisses and hickeys.
Obscene and erratic thrusts, skin slapping against skin and Jongdae became a panting mess underneath him. Minseok brushed his sweet spot, and Jongdae pushed back against his thrusts, helping Minseok press into his prostate again and when they’ve aligned perfectly, “Faster-oh god Minseok. Faster.”
But Minseok didn’t hear his demand or plea as he too was a mess, Jongdae’s warm heat encasing his dick. Minseok pulled out of Jongdae, a high pitched whine coming out of the younger’s lips. He grinned, carding his free hand through his hair.
He flipped their positions, Minseok leaning against the headboard and Jongdae was straddling his legs, their leaking cocks pressing against each other.
Minseok pulled him by the neck and kissed him full on the lips, Jongdae’s tongue eagerly darting out to meet Minseok’s.
Minseok leaned back and sucked more hickeys on Jongdae’s neck. Needy and horny as hell, Jongdae rutted against Minseok’s aching cock and Minseok placed his hands on Jongdae’s hips to keep him from moving.
“Minseok please, don’t do this.” Jongdae moaned, baring his neck to Minseok.
“But you look so good like this, Jongdae.” Minseok buried his face on Jongdae’s neck, whispering obscenities into his skin. “But I’m on a break, aren’t I? You’re just going to have to work for this.” He flashed him a tooth eating grin and Jongdae groaned but didn’t complain further. Minseok leaned back on the head board, the smile never leaving his face.
He kept his hands on the younger man’s hips and made soothing circling motions on the milky skin as Jongdae pushed himself up. “You can do this,” Minseok said just as Jongdae properly aligned his crack to Minseok’s leaking dick.
Frantically, Jongdae nodded and his slide down brought both of them nothing but pure ecstasy.
“Fuck.” Jongdae hissed, his forehead resting on Minseok’s shoulder. Minseok didn’t let him rest, quickly thrusting upward into Jongdae. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
“Move for me, Jongdae.” Jongdae collected himself, timing his movements with Minseok's. Gravity helped him push down on Minseok's dick; his hole clenching and unclenching on the length filling him up nicely. "Will you come for me, Jongdae?" He whispered breathily on the younger man's lips, Jongdae spilling onto Minseok's stomach and Minseok into him.
--
“Shit, my glasses,” Minseok picked up the broken frame from the floor. How ironic for it to be split into half, just like Jongdae was after the third round last night.
“Your contacts are in the medicine cabinet behind the pills for colds.” Jongdae muttered, covering himself with the comforter to drown out Minseok’s groans. "Now shut up." The older man settled behind him, pulling him closer and kissed Jongdae’s neck.
“You are unbearable, you know that?”
“You love me anyway, now go to sleep.”
pairing: chen/xiumin
word count: 1,251 words
rating: nc-17
summary: xiuchen porn what else could it be
a/n:so here's the porn sequel for hyper mornings. this can be read as a stand alone though. title taken from girl's day's something (which should imply.... something /nervous laughing/).
okay bye /crawls back to my ask.fm/
something
Jongdae’s collarbones were shining with sweat and that’s all Minseok can see when he’s wearing one of those V necks he got from Yixing last Christmas. Jongdae was laughing but he stopped to pull Minseok’s glasses away.
The older man jumped at the sudden contact. “You need to take a break Minseok.” The addressed man frowned at his lover, he probably should listen and give in before Jongdae released a flurry of pouts and incessant whining but he didn’t.
“I need to finish this entire heap first, Jongdae. Give me back my glasses.”
And there it was, across Minseok’s mahogany office table fitted into their apartment, Jongdae whined a wae too high for a regular guy but Jongdae’s got great vocals he’s proud of (in and out of the bedroom). Minseok pinched his nose bridge, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Don’t be stubborn, please, Jongdae.”
“I’m not being stubborn, Minseok. You are.” The whining man playfully retorted, stumbling out of the swivel chair, taking Minseok’s glasses as hostage. The older man would normally let him run off but his contacts were nowhere to be seen and everything just looks blurry to him.
And that was how they ended up in the bedroom, Minseok tugging Jongdae’s body flush against his own.
(Not really. Minseok chased Jongdae around the living room and the kitchen three times before he managed to corner the man in the bedroom.)
Jongdae’s hard on was brushing against Minseok’s crotch and he let out a soft chuckle, fanning on Jongdae’s face. “Is this why you wanted me to take a break? ‘Cause you’re horny as fuck?” The other man groaned in reply as Minseok rutted his own dent against Jongdae’s.
Minseok settles his hands on Jongdae’s cheeks content with peppering Jongdae's face with butterfly kisses and Jongdae was thankful for Minseok’s gentleness but he didn’t need that right now. Jongdae slid his hands into the back pockets of Minseok’s jeans and started palming his ass. Minseok gasped and Jongdae saw his opportunity to morph the kisses into something more.
Jongdae tasted like coffee as he explored Minseok's mouth, licking through every crevice. He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Minseok could tell that he’s been rummaging in his secret stash of coffee again.
While Minseok was contemplating on whether to punish Jongdae for drinking coffee at night again, Jongdae removed his hands from Minseok’s ass and instead listlessly traced Minseok’s body, his fingers making a line from the man’s abdomen to his neck. And a few muffled moans escaped Minseok’s mouth when Jongdae thrust his hands under Minseok’s shirt, pinching Minseok’s nipples.
Minseok pulled away first, panting and unable to take Jongdae’s teasing.
“Take a break, Minseok.” The curve of Jongdae’s smile bordered playful and sweet.
“If taking a break means getting between your legs then, I’ll consider it this time.” He leaned in again, claiming Jongdae’s mouth a little roughly this time, pushing both of them on the bed, Jongdae pinned beneath him.
Minseok wordlessly stripped both of them quickly and efficiently chucking their clothes aside. Jongdae pulled out a bottle underneath the pillows and Minseok fitted their lips again. He liked kissing Jongdae, he liked the stifled noises he made when Minseok unraveled him for the first time, still liked it until now despite all the countless sex they had around the apartment.
Jongdae indulged him, letting him take the lead until Minseok deemed it enough. But sometimes, he can’t stop himself. “Are you going to fuck me yet?” Minseok looked at him, a soft smile painted on his face and Jongdae switches their position rather impatiently. He kneeled between Minseok’s legs and teasingly traced a line down Minseok’s throbbing cock before he kissed the base upwards.
“Jongdae,” Minseok breathed and Jongdae took it as his cue to finally suck him off. Minseok was vanilla when it comes to foreplay, always thinking about this and that. But he's a monster when he's got his dick in Jongdae, pounding like his life depended on it.
Jongdae was moaning and whining and Minseok can’t even shut him up with his mouth. The neighbors are just gonna have to suck it up then as he fucks Jongdae's mouth until he's gagging.
Minseok spread him out, lubing up two of his fingers and scissoring Jongdae open. He added in a third for good measure, Jongdae's pleasure and well being still on the top of his mind.
"Please, Minseok. I'm not a virgin, stick it in already."
"Impatient as always." Minseok sighed, easing his way in. He started with shallow thrusts, palming Jongdae’s dick as he increases his speed, pushing in deeper into the writhing man. But he never forgot to pepper Jongdae’s neck, his throat, his jugular with kisses and hickeys.
Obscene and erratic thrusts, skin slapping against skin and Jongdae became a panting mess underneath him. Minseok brushed his sweet spot, and Jongdae pushed back against his thrusts, helping Minseok press into his prostate again and when they’ve aligned perfectly, “Faster-oh god Minseok. Faster.”
But Minseok didn’t hear his demand or plea as he too was a mess, Jongdae’s warm heat encasing his dick. Minseok pulled out of Jongdae, a high pitched whine coming out of the younger’s lips. He grinned, carding his free hand through his hair.
He flipped their positions, Minseok leaning against the headboard and Jongdae was straddling his legs, their leaking cocks pressing against each other.
Minseok pulled him by the neck and kissed him full on the lips, Jongdae’s tongue eagerly darting out to meet Minseok’s.
Minseok leaned back and sucked more hickeys on Jongdae’s neck. Needy and horny as hell, Jongdae rutted against Minseok’s aching cock and Minseok placed his hands on Jongdae’s hips to keep him from moving.
“Minseok please, don’t do this.” Jongdae moaned, baring his neck to Minseok.
“But you look so good like this, Jongdae.” Minseok buried his face on Jongdae’s neck, whispering obscenities into his skin. “But I’m on a break, aren’t I? You’re just going to have to work for this.” He flashed him a tooth eating grin and Jongdae groaned but didn’t complain further. Minseok leaned back on the head board, the smile never leaving his face.
He kept his hands on the younger man’s hips and made soothing circling motions on the milky skin as Jongdae pushed himself up. “You can do this,” Minseok said just as Jongdae properly aligned his crack to Minseok’s leaking dick.
Frantically, Jongdae nodded and his slide down brought both of them nothing but pure ecstasy.
“Fuck.” Jongdae hissed, his forehead resting on Minseok’s shoulder. Minseok didn’t let him rest, quickly thrusting upward into Jongdae. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
“Move for me, Jongdae.” Jongdae collected himself, timing his movements with Minseok's. Gravity helped him push down on Minseok's dick; his hole clenching and unclenching on the length filling him up nicely. "Will you come for me, Jongdae?" He whispered breathily on the younger man's lips, Jongdae spilling onto Minseok's stomach and Minseok into him.
--
“Shit, my glasses,” Minseok picked up the broken frame from the floor. How ironic for it to be split into half, just like Jongdae was after the third round last night.
“Your contacts are in the medicine cabinet behind the pills for colds.” Jongdae muttered, covering himself with the comforter to drown out Minseok’s groans. "Now shut up." The older man settled behind him, pulling him closer and kissed Jongdae’s neck.
“You are unbearable, you know that?”
“You love me anyway, now go to sleep.”