Pajamas 2/2
Pajamas 2/2; onkey, 2min, jongtaeho, 1367 words, nc-17
a/n: unbeta'd. comments much appreciated! The first threesome I've ever written, oh my.
Summary: Smut smut smut and a threesome
Part 1
Onew sat butt-naked on his bed, legs spread open in a way which would be normal had he been clothed. Key kneeled between his legs, hands on either knee. He was naked too, because Onew had insisted, because he couldn’t be the only one. Key’s hello kitty sweats were scrunched in a pile beside him, poor thing looking innocently at the scene unfolding before her. Key looked up demurely into Onew’s blushing face, angel-bow lips mere inches from the head of his flushed, aroused cock. It nearly matched the color of Key’s face. Eyelids fluttering as he once again focused on the arousal in front of him, Key timidly stuck his tongue out to flick the tip. Onew’s audible release of breath convinced him that he was moving too quickly, so he kissed down the inside of Onew’s thigh instead. He laid his cheek where he’d kissed, feeling more sentimental about this moment than he knew he had right to be. Fighting against the urge to be delicate, he wetly kissed and sucked the smooth white skin, biting gently, wanting to leave a mark. Moving up to the base of Onew’s cock, he licked the underside to the tip, then engulfed the head. He sucked at the salty taste, hollowing out his cheeks in a way he knew Onew would notice, then released the pressure to slide his lips as far as he could-until he felt it at the back of his throat, then back again. He could feel Onew’s pulse on his tongue. The heat of him was overwhelming. Suddenly Key felt sad, that this was so physical, but if it was for Onew then it was okay. He tried not to let the thought in the back of his mind surface, or acknowledge the sinking disappointment, though he knew he had no right to that either. He had offered.
After a few moments of just feeling Key’s lips on him-Onew couldn’t look, it would be too much for him-he slid his hand along Key’s bare shoulder to his nape, rubbing his thumb in small circles. He’d never been so exposed before. Yes, the boys had seen him changing, or walked in on him in the shower; these things happened when you lived so close for so long. This was different. He could feel how much Key cared about him, wanted him. The person who had supported him in every other way had broken through the last boundary and had seen what no one else had. Onew moaned as Key brushed his balls with slender fingers and sped up the pace of his lips. There wasn’t a whole lot of technique involved, but Onew didn’t know much about it and didn’t care anyway. He leaned back on the bed, unable to support himself any longer, mind going blank, unable to think about anything besides sensation.
Key pulled off for a moment, catching his breath and climbing up on the bed with Onew, who was unable to do anything but gaze at him through a haze. Key smiled, aware of just how good Onew felt, and suddenly he felt a renewed surge in his own erection, untouched but throbbing. Onew seemed to notice too, and he managed to sit up, leaning toward Key, scooting close. He touched their foreheads together, catching and holding Key’s eyes, making Key’s heart beat fast, making his grasp on his and Key’s erections together electric. Key’s hand joined his own and they jerked each other off, leaning against each other, the humid feeling enveloping them both, stopping time and cutting them off from the world.
Onew came first. Key could feel it in his hand before the hot white splatter of Onew’s cum hit his stomach. It triggered the same in him. The orgasm shuddered through his body, and they collapsed together, Onew’s chest and shoulder pillowing his head. Onew maneuvered so that they were side by side, and kissed Key on the cheek. It was the happiest moment of Key’s life.
Jonghyun stood in sloppy pajamas, outlined in the frame of the doorway. Taemin and Minho were frozen in place, Minho’s legs open wide, Taemin positioned between them, their bodies still connected. Taemin crouched over Minho protectively. Neither of them could think of anything to say. Jonghyun, on the other hand, could.
“You guys were being loud, I just couldn’t figure out what you were doing.” He smirked. “Now I get it.” He closed the door behind him and leaned on it, not taking his eyes off of the naked bodies before him. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Hesitant but conditioned to obey their hyung’s wishes, Taemin turned back to Minho and began to move again. His movements were stiff and awkward, and Minho had a grimace on his face which he couldn’t manage to hide. Annoyed, Taemin began to thrust sharply, wanting some kind of reaction out of the boy beneath him, but with little success-Minho was too ashamed. A hand on Taemin’s shoulder frustrated him further.
“I don’t think he’s doing it right. Let me show you. Minho, it’s okay. You can enjoy this.” Jonghyun exuded confidence as he stripped. Taemin pulled out of Minho and sat back on his heels, watching as Jonghyun, already hard, lifted Minho’s hips and pushed into him. Immediately he set up a quick pace. “Taemin, come here and jerk him off.” Minho just watched wide eyed, seemingly unable to comprehend what was happening, nearly going into shock. In sympathy, Taemin lay down beside him and stroked his hair, smoothing a hand gently, much more gently than when it had been just the two of them, over Minho’s abdomen before beginning to tug at his erection. Taemin nuzzled at Minho’s neck and ear, and then licked at his lobe, sucking it into his mouth and biting gently. Taemin was sure that Minho’s breathy moans were because of him-Jonghyun was gripping Minho’s hips hard, in a way he was sure would bruise, and pushing into him without inhibition, head tipped back and mouth open in a silent groan. He was paying attention to his own pleasure, not Minho’s. Taemin kneed Jonghyun in the thigh and shot him a look which could only mean pay better attention.
Jonghyun smirked, of course thought Taemin, but complied; he slowed down his pace, pulling out nearly all the way, and pushing in just as slowly so that Minho could feel every inch of him.
“Minho, jerk Taemin off too.” Taemin turned over so that Jonghyun could see everything, batted his eyelashes, and brought Minho’s hand down to his own cock. He jerked at Minho’s touch, and it brought Minho to.
“No, let me…” Minho couldn’t finish a coherent sentence, but he turned over, forcing Jonghyun to pull out, and brought his lips to Taemin’s dick. He sucked, hot damp mouth closing around Taemin, who automatically brought his hand to rub his thumb across Minho’s cheek. Jonghyun, pleased with the way Minho’s ass up in the air, thrust in sharply, fucking him quickly and efficiently, jerking him at the same time. Jonghyun pulled out just in time to cum over Minho’s ass and lower back. He didn’t stop jerking Minho, who nearly choked on Taemin’s dick when he came. Jonghyun used the slickness of Minho’s cum to slide his middle finger lazily in and out Taemin’s ass. Taemin convulsed in oversensitivity when he came. It was the first time Minho had ever tasted something so hot. He instinctively swallowed, but some of the cum connected his lips and Taemin’s dick when he pulled away. Taemin wiped it away, pulling Minho up to lay down next to him.
Jonghyun chucked, pulled on his pajamas, and ruffled both of the boys’ hair.
“Goodnight.” The door clicked behind him, and Taemin and Minho were alone one again.
“How do you feel?” asked Taemin with concern, rubbing Minho’s ass cheek gingerly.
“Nice,” answered Minho simply, sleepiness clear in his voice. Taemin hoped he’d feel the same way tomorrow morning, hoped Key wouldn’t get too mad, finally deciding he’d blame everything on Jonghyun if it came down to it. For now, he’d enjoy Minho’s adorably lanky body warm against him.
a/n: unbeta'd. comments much appreciated! The first threesome I've ever written, oh my.
Summary: Smut smut smut and a threesome
Part 1
Onew sat butt-naked on his bed, legs spread open in a way which would be normal had he been clothed. Key kneeled between his legs, hands on either knee. He was naked too, because Onew had insisted, because he couldn’t be the only one. Key’s hello kitty sweats were scrunched in a pile beside him, poor thing looking innocently at the scene unfolding before her. Key looked up demurely into Onew’s blushing face, angel-bow lips mere inches from the head of his flushed, aroused cock. It nearly matched the color of Key’s face. Eyelids fluttering as he once again focused on the arousal in front of him, Key timidly stuck his tongue out to flick the tip. Onew’s audible release of breath convinced him that he was moving too quickly, so he kissed down the inside of Onew’s thigh instead. He laid his cheek where he’d kissed, feeling more sentimental about this moment than he knew he had right to be. Fighting against the urge to be delicate, he wetly kissed and sucked the smooth white skin, biting gently, wanting to leave a mark. Moving up to the base of Onew’s cock, he licked the underside to the tip, then engulfed the head. He sucked at the salty taste, hollowing out his cheeks in a way he knew Onew would notice, then released the pressure to slide his lips as far as he could-until he felt it at the back of his throat, then back again. He could feel Onew’s pulse on his tongue. The heat of him was overwhelming. Suddenly Key felt sad, that this was so physical, but if it was for Onew then it was okay. He tried not to let the thought in the back of his mind surface, or acknowledge the sinking disappointment, though he knew he had no right to that either. He had offered.
After a few moments of just feeling Key’s lips on him-Onew couldn’t look, it would be too much for him-he slid his hand along Key’s bare shoulder to his nape, rubbing his thumb in small circles. He’d never been so exposed before. Yes, the boys had seen him changing, or walked in on him in the shower; these things happened when you lived so close for so long. This was different. He could feel how much Key cared about him, wanted him. The person who had supported him in every other way had broken through the last boundary and had seen what no one else had. Onew moaned as Key brushed his balls with slender fingers and sped up the pace of his lips. There wasn’t a whole lot of technique involved, but Onew didn’t know much about it and didn’t care anyway. He leaned back on the bed, unable to support himself any longer, mind going blank, unable to think about anything besides sensation.
Key pulled off for a moment, catching his breath and climbing up on the bed with Onew, who was unable to do anything but gaze at him through a haze. Key smiled, aware of just how good Onew felt, and suddenly he felt a renewed surge in his own erection, untouched but throbbing. Onew seemed to notice too, and he managed to sit up, leaning toward Key, scooting close. He touched their foreheads together, catching and holding Key’s eyes, making Key’s heart beat fast, making his grasp on his and Key’s erections together electric. Key’s hand joined his own and they jerked each other off, leaning against each other, the humid feeling enveloping them both, stopping time and cutting them off from the world.
Onew came first. Key could feel it in his hand before the hot white splatter of Onew’s cum hit his stomach. It triggered the same in him. The orgasm shuddered through his body, and they collapsed together, Onew’s chest and shoulder pillowing his head. Onew maneuvered so that they were side by side, and kissed Key on the cheek. It was the happiest moment of Key’s life.
Jonghyun stood in sloppy pajamas, outlined in the frame of the doorway. Taemin and Minho were frozen in place, Minho’s legs open wide, Taemin positioned between them, their bodies still connected. Taemin crouched over Minho protectively. Neither of them could think of anything to say. Jonghyun, on the other hand, could.
“You guys were being loud, I just couldn’t figure out what you were doing.” He smirked. “Now I get it.” He closed the door behind him and leaned on it, not taking his eyes off of the naked bodies before him. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Hesitant but conditioned to obey their hyung’s wishes, Taemin turned back to Minho and began to move again. His movements were stiff and awkward, and Minho had a grimace on his face which he couldn’t manage to hide. Annoyed, Taemin began to thrust sharply, wanting some kind of reaction out of the boy beneath him, but with little success-Minho was too ashamed. A hand on Taemin’s shoulder frustrated him further.
“I don’t think he’s doing it right. Let me show you. Minho, it’s okay. You can enjoy this.” Jonghyun exuded confidence as he stripped. Taemin pulled out of Minho and sat back on his heels, watching as Jonghyun, already hard, lifted Minho’s hips and pushed into him. Immediately he set up a quick pace. “Taemin, come here and jerk him off.” Minho just watched wide eyed, seemingly unable to comprehend what was happening, nearly going into shock. In sympathy, Taemin lay down beside him and stroked his hair, smoothing a hand gently, much more gently than when it had been just the two of them, over Minho’s abdomen before beginning to tug at his erection. Taemin nuzzled at Minho’s neck and ear, and then licked at his lobe, sucking it into his mouth and biting gently. Taemin was sure that Minho’s breathy moans were because of him-Jonghyun was gripping Minho’s hips hard, in a way he was sure would bruise, and pushing into him without inhibition, head tipped back and mouth open in a silent groan. He was paying attention to his own pleasure, not Minho’s. Taemin kneed Jonghyun in the thigh and shot him a look which could only mean pay better attention.
Jonghyun smirked, of course thought Taemin, but complied; he slowed down his pace, pulling out nearly all the way, and pushing in just as slowly so that Minho could feel every inch of him.
“Minho, jerk Taemin off too.” Taemin turned over so that Jonghyun could see everything, batted his eyelashes, and brought Minho’s hand down to his own cock. He jerked at Minho’s touch, and it brought Minho to.
“No, let me…” Minho couldn’t finish a coherent sentence, but he turned over, forcing Jonghyun to pull out, and brought his lips to Taemin’s dick. He sucked, hot damp mouth closing around Taemin, who automatically brought his hand to rub his thumb across Minho’s cheek. Jonghyun, pleased with the way Minho’s ass up in the air, thrust in sharply, fucking him quickly and efficiently, jerking him at the same time. Jonghyun pulled out just in time to cum over Minho’s ass and lower back. He didn’t stop jerking Minho, who nearly choked on Taemin’s dick when he came. Jonghyun used the slickness of Minho’s cum to slide his middle finger lazily in and out Taemin’s ass. Taemin convulsed in oversensitivity when he came. It was the first time Minho had ever tasted something so hot. He instinctively swallowed, but some of the cum connected his lips and Taemin’s dick when he pulled away. Taemin wiped it away, pulling Minho up to lay down next to him.
Jonghyun chucked, pulled on his pajamas, and ruffled both of the boys’ hair.
“Goodnight.” The door clicked behind him, and Taemin and Minho were alone one again.
“How do you feel?” asked Taemin with concern, rubbing Minho’s ass cheek gingerly.
“Nice,” answered Minho simply, sleepiness clear in his voice. Taemin hoped he’d feel the same way tomorrow morning, hoped Key wouldn’t get too mad, finally deciding he’d blame everything on Jonghyun if it came down to it. For now, he’d enjoy Minho’s adorably lanky body warm against him.