workout (1/1); jong2min
title: work out (1/1)
pairing: jong2min
rating: nc-17
word count: 1216
summary: inspired by these life ruiners
warning: lapslock
“you’re so tense,” minho purrs, curving his arms around taemin’s waist to snap their bodies together. he grinds his throbbing cock into taemin’s upturned ass and the latter whines helplessly, earning a lazy chuckle from minho as he presses his chest against taemin’s back, dips down to lap at the sweat sheening across taemin’s back. his skin is salty, moistens minho’s fat lips as he follows the trail of taemin’s spine. “relax, taemin-ah.”
“hyung,” taemin moans as minho digs his fingertips into the flesh of taemin’s ass, spreading his cheeks to view the prize.
“don’t tease him, minho,” comes jonghyun, shuffling across the bed and settling on his haunches. he runs his fingers through taemin’s damp hair, but his eyes are on minho. hasty shadows mark his face as he smirks, tugs on taemin’s hair as guidance.
from his position, minho can’t see very much, but the deep, satisfied moan that jonghyun emits when taemin sinks his lips down on his cock adds fuel to the fire, propelling minho from his momentary pause.
taemin moans around jonghyun’s cock when minho experimentally licks a stripe over taemin’s hole, gauging how his whole body twitches to the treatment. minho smiles then, pleased, before flicking his tongue over the entrance again, applying more pressure with every swipe. he guides taemin’s legs further apart, silently praising the curve of taemin’s dipped back.
“he sucks cock real good, minho, you should try him.” jonghyun smirks, then clenches his teeth together as taemin whimpers, taking jonghyun deeper into his mouth.
minho pulls away from taemin to squeeze lube onto his fingers, shuffling to the side as he massages it around taemin’s hole. he curves his free hand around jonghyun’s neck and pulls him closer, brushing their lips togethers as he hums, “mmm, maybe later,” before kissing him.
taemin resists minho’s finger at first, arching his back to the intrusion and dropping jonghyun’s cock from his mouth to whimper, but as minho breaches the tight muscle in small strokes taemin then relaxes, mewling when minho presses in deeper.
“good boy,” minho praises when taemin returns to his duty of sucking cock, one of his hands wrapped around jonghyun’s girth, the other planted on his own ass to spread his cheeks, grinding back on minho’s finger. the latter deems that it’s past time for another, and gnaws on his lower lip at the way taemin takes it so easily this time around. he won’t be in that heat, not this time anyway, but the pleasure of stretching is sometimes enough; which, in this case, is more than.
jonghyun’s giving minho those eyes, pleasure rooted so deep in his system that it glimmers, his lips parted and breath harsh.
“feel good?” minho asks, not too sure even to himself who he’s asking, but jonghyun nods and taemin moans so he guesses it’s both of them. he knows jonghyun won’t ask what he wants, he’s so well trained, what they’re both in the process of doing with taemin, so minho takes the initiative. “do you want to fuck him?”
jonghyun’s eyes snap down to where minho’s fingers are buried and glances back up to give a lazy nod and minho hums in acknowledgement, retrieving his fingers and passing the lube to jonghyun. he fills the empty space when available and tangles his fingers into taemin’s hair, directing him onto his palms and bends down, cupping taemin’s jaw and kisses him deep and slow.
jonghyun groans so loud as he pushes inside, his eyes fluttering shut as he seats himself, and minho’s eyes haze over in appreciation, the tense muscle in his neck, straining himself.
“hyung, fuck,” taemin moans, dropping down onto one forearm with his head turned back. minho guides him back with a grip on his hair, pushes his cock past taemin’s parted lips and pumps his hips, holding taemin stationary as he fucks his mouth.
his hair is plastered to his forehead, so damp with the sweat beading on his brow. so slick, everything is slide, too much lube with the additive of sweat as jonghyun tips his head back. a heavy, drawn out groan spills from his lips as he flexes his hips and pounds into taemin from behind. minho grunts at the view he has; above all, jonghyun fucking taemin with abandon has always been one of the best things to watch.
the velocity of jonghyun’s thrusts hurls taemin down onto minho’s cock, so deep that minho chokes on his heavy breath.
“just like that, taemin,” he groans, digging his fingers into the sheets as taemin gives a poor attempt of a nod. “so good...he looks good like this, doesn’t he?”
jonghyun’s quick to attention, his eyes dark as he moves his view from the way taemin’s ass bounces with every slap of his hips to minho. he smirks, “the best.”
minho wants to cock a brow, but something about a defiant jonghyun tugs in his gut. taemin enjoys the praise, sucks on minho’s cock with renewed fervour, twirling his tongue around the head and eliciting a deep moan when he shoves minho’s cock to the back of his throat.
“touch yourself,” jonghyun says and minho nods in agreement. taemin obliges, sliding the hand that was around minho’s cock down to his own and tugs mindlessly, bringing his cock back to life with his strokes.
his lips are sloppy now, focused on his orgasm, but minho doesn’t particularly mind; when he’s this deep nothing matters.
jonghyun cums first with a sharp, “fuck,” hastily pulling out to jerk off, spurting onto taemin’s back. he’s coy, meekly dragging himself up to minho, mumbling a “i’m sorry,” against his lips. minho nods, pecking his lips before knocking taemin off his cock and throwing him onto his back. he pushes his way inside, taemin so stretched and abused from jonghyun’s cock, but still so tight. taemin cries out and minho immediately hikes his legs up to his shoulders, sliding in deep so easily. he grunts at how flushed taemin’s cheeks are, his crimson lips, and it fuels his thrusts, sweat dripping down his face, the workout they had earlier nothing in comparison to the adrenaline he feels when he’s inside taemin. jonghyun finds refuge next to taemin and minho sits back to give room, letting jonghyun nibble at taemin’s collarbone as he fists his cock.
“hyung, i’m gunna-” taemin whines, and then he’s cumming all over his stomach, some trickling down on jonghyun’s hand.
minho hums as he snaps his hips, clenching onto the top of taemin’s thighs and pulling him down against his thrusts. taemin whimpers, sensitive, and minho only smirks, too close to his own orgasm to particularly care.
“hyung, cum,” taemin says, his voice harsh, and minho’s eyes drift shut, focusing on the ecstasy, the way taemin’s muscles squeeze around him, egging him on. minho’s not too sure where he learned that trick but fuck, it tips him over the edge so quickly. he spills his load onto taemin’s cock, working his fist around his cock to milk himself, only relaxing back onto the heels of his feet when he’s drained himself.
jonghyun’s advancing in on him in a second, his eyes hooded and bottom lip between his teeth. “when do you want to work out next?”
“tomorrow works for me.”
pairing: jong2min
rating: nc-17
word count: 1216
summary: inspired by these life ruiners
warning: lapslock
“you’re so tense,” minho purrs, curving his arms around taemin’s waist to snap their bodies together. he grinds his throbbing cock into taemin’s upturned ass and the latter whines helplessly, earning a lazy chuckle from minho as he presses his chest against taemin’s back, dips down to lap at the sweat sheening across taemin’s back. his skin is salty, moistens minho’s fat lips as he follows the trail of taemin’s spine. “relax, taemin-ah.”
“hyung,” taemin moans as minho digs his fingertips into the flesh of taemin’s ass, spreading his cheeks to view the prize.
“don’t tease him, minho,” comes jonghyun, shuffling across the bed and settling on his haunches. he runs his fingers through taemin’s damp hair, but his eyes are on minho. hasty shadows mark his face as he smirks, tugs on taemin’s hair as guidance.
from his position, minho can’t see very much, but the deep, satisfied moan that jonghyun emits when taemin sinks his lips down on his cock adds fuel to the fire, propelling minho from his momentary pause.
taemin moans around jonghyun’s cock when minho experimentally licks a stripe over taemin’s hole, gauging how his whole body twitches to the treatment. minho smiles then, pleased, before flicking his tongue over the entrance again, applying more pressure with every swipe. he guides taemin’s legs further apart, silently praising the curve of taemin’s dipped back.
“he sucks cock real good, minho, you should try him.” jonghyun smirks, then clenches his teeth together as taemin whimpers, taking jonghyun deeper into his mouth.
minho pulls away from taemin to squeeze lube onto his fingers, shuffling to the side as he massages it around taemin’s hole. he curves his free hand around jonghyun’s neck and pulls him closer, brushing their lips togethers as he hums, “mmm, maybe later,” before kissing him.
taemin resists minho’s finger at first, arching his back to the intrusion and dropping jonghyun’s cock from his mouth to whimper, but as minho breaches the tight muscle in small strokes taemin then relaxes, mewling when minho presses in deeper.
“good boy,” minho praises when taemin returns to his duty of sucking cock, one of his hands wrapped around jonghyun’s girth, the other planted on his own ass to spread his cheeks, grinding back on minho’s finger. the latter deems that it’s past time for another, and gnaws on his lower lip at the way taemin takes it so easily this time around. he won’t be in that heat, not this time anyway, but the pleasure of stretching is sometimes enough; which, in this case, is more than.
jonghyun’s giving minho those eyes, pleasure rooted so deep in his system that it glimmers, his lips parted and breath harsh.
“feel good?” minho asks, not too sure even to himself who he’s asking, but jonghyun nods and taemin moans so he guesses it’s both of them. he knows jonghyun won’t ask what he wants, he’s so well trained, what they’re both in the process of doing with taemin, so minho takes the initiative. “do you want to fuck him?”
jonghyun’s eyes snap down to where minho’s fingers are buried and glances back up to give a lazy nod and minho hums in acknowledgement, retrieving his fingers and passing the lube to jonghyun. he fills the empty space when available and tangles his fingers into taemin’s hair, directing him onto his palms and bends down, cupping taemin’s jaw and kisses him deep and slow.
jonghyun groans so loud as he pushes inside, his eyes fluttering shut as he seats himself, and minho’s eyes haze over in appreciation, the tense muscle in his neck, straining himself.
“hyung, fuck,” taemin moans, dropping down onto one forearm with his head turned back. minho guides him back with a grip on his hair, pushes his cock past taemin’s parted lips and pumps his hips, holding taemin stationary as he fucks his mouth.
his hair is plastered to his forehead, so damp with the sweat beading on his brow. so slick, everything is slide, too much lube with the additive of sweat as jonghyun tips his head back. a heavy, drawn out groan spills from his lips as he flexes his hips and pounds into taemin from behind. minho grunts at the view he has; above all, jonghyun fucking taemin with abandon has always been one of the best things to watch.
the velocity of jonghyun’s thrusts hurls taemin down onto minho’s cock, so deep that minho chokes on his heavy breath.
“just like that, taemin,” he groans, digging his fingers into the sheets as taemin gives a poor attempt of a nod. “so good...he looks good like this, doesn’t he?”
jonghyun’s quick to attention, his eyes dark as he moves his view from the way taemin’s ass bounces with every slap of his hips to minho. he smirks, “the best.”
minho wants to cock a brow, but something about a defiant jonghyun tugs in his gut. taemin enjoys the praise, sucks on minho’s cock with renewed fervour, twirling his tongue around the head and eliciting a deep moan when he shoves minho’s cock to the back of his throat.
“touch yourself,” jonghyun says and minho nods in agreement. taemin obliges, sliding the hand that was around minho’s cock down to his own and tugs mindlessly, bringing his cock back to life with his strokes.
his lips are sloppy now, focused on his orgasm, but minho doesn’t particularly mind; when he’s this deep nothing matters.
jonghyun cums first with a sharp, “fuck,” hastily pulling out to jerk off, spurting onto taemin’s back. he’s coy, meekly dragging himself up to minho, mumbling a “i’m sorry,” against his lips. minho nods, pecking his lips before knocking taemin off his cock and throwing him onto his back. he pushes his way inside, taemin so stretched and abused from jonghyun’s cock, but still so tight. taemin cries out and minho immediately hikes his legs up to his shoulders, sliding in deep so easily. he grunts at how flushed taemin’s cheeks are, his crimson lips, and it fuels his thrusts, sweat dripping down his face, the workout they had earlier nothing in comparison to the adrenaline he feels when he’s inside taemin. jonghyun finds refuge next to taemin and minho sits back to give room, letting jonghyun nibble at taemin’s collarbone as he fists his cock.
“hyung, i’m gunna-” taemin whines, and then he’s cumming all over his stomach, some trickling down on jonghyun’s hand.
minho hums as he snaps his hips, clenching onto the top of taemin’s thighs and pulling him down against his thrusts. taemin whimpers, sensitive, and minho only smirks, too close to his own orgasm to particularly care.
“hyung, cum,” taemin says, his voice harsh, and minho’s eyes drift shut, focusing on the ecstasy, the way taemin’s muscles squeeze around him, egging him on. minho’s not too sure where he learned that trick but fuck, it tips him over the edge so quickly. he spills his load onto taemin’s cock, working his fist around his cock to milk himself, only relaxing back onto the heels of his feet when he’s drained himself.
jonghyun’s advancing in on him in a second, his eyes hooded and bottom lip between his teeth. “when do you want to work out next?”
“tomorrow works for me.”