Satisfaction
Satisfaction; jongkey, 1710 words, nc-17
a/n: unbeta'd. comments much appreciated!
Summary: Summertime sex, written to Benni Benassi's Satisfaction.
A hot summer day, and all the windows of the apartment were wide open. They didn’t want to pay for air conditioning unless absolutely necessary, which meant they would never pay for air conditioning. Jonghyun was working in his threadbare bleach-washed jeans, one of the reasons he didn’t do the laundry anymore and Kibum did. He had half a bookshelf built, which meant he had a bunch of pieces of wood cut to size spread out on an old sheet, nails and hammer in one corner, two horses and a saw standing over a huge mess of wood shavings. He stood over it all with hands on his hips; his bangs were stuck to his slick forehead, and he wiped another drop of sweat trickling down his neck away with his hand, wiping it on the ass of his already damp jeans. Kibum’s gaze fluttered up from the book in his hands for the thousandth time to gaze at his glistening form. Seated in an armchair across from this mess of wood shavings and sweat, books from their old, busted bookshelf in piles around him, he had the perfect view of Jonghyun’s muscled arm flexing as he pulled the saw back and forth, could watch sweat drip down his spine and disappear beneath the hem of jeans. Kibum shifted uncomfortably in the seat-not only was it retaining his heat, but it was moist enough to make it feel like he’d spilled water on it before sitting down. Worse, he couldn’t move. Wouldn’t want to reveal the erection straining in his boxers, because he was fairly certain the heat hadn’t gone to Jonghyun’s head enough to make it okay. Or desirable.
Jonghyun set up the individual wood pieces in the basic shape they’d be in put together and got the hammer and a handful of nails. He was absorbed in the work completely, having forgotten that Kibum was there watching him, making sure he didn’t make some undoable mistake because of that dinosaur size brain he has. Not having all of the proper building tools, including a table which Kibum was okay with denting up a bit, he opted to kneel, wood in front of him, aligned the nail, and started tapping. Hard enough to go in but soft and precisely enough to not splinter the wood. Kibum didn’t bother to pretend he was reading now that Jonghyun wasn’t directly facing him and faced the consequence of pounding his finger if he got distracted. He imagined that the pace of the hammer on nail Jonghyun chose would be the same as the one he’d have fucking himself into Kibum. Letting himself sink into the fantasy, Kibum dragged his eyes over Jonghyun’s shoulders, his strong back, the vein in his forearm. He thought he knew what Jonghyun would taste like-salty and tangy, a taste to match the smell of him. His hands would glide over Jonghyun’s back if he were beneath Jonghyun in place of that side of the bookshelf, and his nails would slide over skin instead of digging in. The wood shavings would stick to them, get in their hair, tickle areas made sensitive by arousal.
Jonghyun paused his hammering to look over at Kibum. Heat made his words come through as though from a distance. “Are you okay? Your breath sounds kinda, uh, heavy.” Jonghyun’s head tipped to the side. “Need me to give you something? Glass of water?”
“Um, no. Just, finish the job so I can… clean up.” Kibum couldn’t help the slow smile that dragged over his lips, and he thought the heat must be getting to his head, because he couldn’t help the twisted ways he turned those words, into something dirty and needy. Jonghyun looked at him strangely before continuing, stopped a few minutes later when Kibum hadn’t moved. His breathing was getting louder, and was a little fast, and it seemed like heat stroke. He stood up and stretched, arching his back and grunting. Kibum shivered. Jonghyun filled up a cup with water, still running warm even though he let it run on cool for a minute. He brought it to Kibum, who didn’t move even though he was following every movement with his eyes, still with that weird smile on his lips. Jonghyun bent down in front of him, offering the cup, but no response and he touched Kibum on the knee in concern.
The resulting twisting and moan was not what he expected; Kibum jerked, face full of consternation, and Jonghyun knew something must really be wrong. He set the cup on the windowsill and grabbed Key by his wrists trying to pull him up. Jonghyun was going to put him to bed, let him sleep through the heat. Key struggled, the book dropping from his fingers and hitting the floor with a loud thump which seemed to surprise them both into stillness. Jonghyun glared at Kibum challengingly, not understanding what was going on or why the boy was trying to pull away from him, why he wouldn’t look him in the face.
And he looked down, and thought, where there’s your problem. Taking it in stride, Jonghyun released Key, feeling the echoed arousal he felt shoot down to his groin.
“It’s too hot,” Key said in his defense, trying to give an excuse, drawing his knees up to his chin, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. It really was too hot.
“Wait there,” commanded Jonghyun, and he left to return a moment later with a dripping wet towel in his hand. He again kneeled before Key, and wiped the cool towel across his forehead, his shoulders, over his face. “Take your shirt off.” Uncertain but hopeful, Kibum did as he was told. Jonghyun wiped the towel down each of Key’s arms and over his chest, tiny rivulets of water dripping down into his boxers and the chair. Key didn’t care; he was pretty sure it would evaporate.
The cloth was a little too much over his nipples, a sensitive spot for him, and the feeling made him squirm and clutch at air. Jonghyun put the towel around Kibum’s neck. It was heavy but felt good, cooling him from the nearly delirious state. His eyes focused, finding Jonghyun’s lips, and with inhibitions abolished, he dove for a kiss, pushing their lips together, licking and kissing, moaning Jonghyun’s name when Jonghyun didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. He was pushed back, his knees pushed up to his shoulders, and Jonghyun was kneeling in the armchair in front of him. Kibum’s legs wrapped around Jonghyun’s waist, drawing them close together. Jonghyun was slippery. His arms were built, large enough that Kibum couldn’t wrap his fingers around them, so he settled on gripping Jonghyun’s hair, yanking on it. The feeling of Jonghyun’s length through his jeans was driving him wild, and Kibum released a hand to feel the girth and length of it as best he could, rubbing rhythmically over the fabric, unconsciously rocking his hips in the same rhythm.
Jonghyun growled, holding Kibum securely and lifting him, carrying him over to the table that Kibum didn’t want dented-but neither of them gave a damn now. He dropped Key roughly on it, loving the way Kibum supported himself on his elbows, the way his gaze was fire, the way Key knew just how his seductive pose was affecting them both. Jonghyun pulled off his shorts and boxers at once, and Kibum’s dick sprung free and slapped against his damp stomach. It quivered, arching up towards his bellybutton, and Key was reaching up towards Jonghyun’s zipper, fumbling with the button, almost unsurprised when he found no boxers beneath. Jonghyun pushed Kibum back flat on the table and aligned himself with Kibum’s ass, pushing in with a strong stroke, hands slipping to grip Key’s hips, sliding up Key’s thighs. Kibum moaned and arched beneath him, clawing, unable to be thankful for all the times he’d shoved his own fingers in his ass, masturbating with Jonghyun’s cock in mind.
They rocked together, Jonghyun not pulling even halfway out before slamming himself back in, loving the squelching sound that mix of sweat and pre cum and pressure it made. He’d resorted to gripping the edge of the table for leverage. He licked Key’s nipple, then bit it teasingly, needing to distract himself enough to not cum right then, to last a little longer. The table rattled beneath them dangerously, and the force wasn’t enough, so Jonghyun lifted Key again and slammed him into the wall, fucking up into him, gravity becoming the only leverage he needed. He held Kibum around the waist with one arm, and brought his fingers down to rub the place where his dick disappeared into Kibum. He could feel the stretch of the skin, how Kibum opened wide to accept him, the suppleness of the skin around his cock. He pumped into Kibum harder, accidentally bumping his head into the wall, but Kibum didn’t seem to care-his eyes were shut tight, fingers like claws in his hair and on his shoulder, legs tight around his waist.
Jonghyun smacked his ass sharply, and could feel how the skin rose, could imagine how red it’d become, and pushed even harder into Kibum, smacking him again to hear a repeat of the mewl Kibum made. Key bit down on Jonghyun’s shoulder to make him stop, not willing to admit even to himself how good it felt. He could feel the way Jonghyun’s strokes became more deliberate and forceful, and knew a second before it happened that he was going to cum. Jonghyun shot into him, and it was hotter than anything else he’d felt; he was burning from the inside, and Kibum came immediately after that, white blinding his vision, unable to think or feel anything, loosing track of everything around him, unaware of even Jonghyun’s kisses on his neck.
He came to on the ground, arm and leg slung over Jonghyun, who was lying just as he’d imagined before in the sawdust. He groaned, pulling himself off of Jonghyun and laughing deliriously, unable to believe he’d just been fucked even better than he’d imagined; on the table, up against the wall, and here Jonghyun was sleeping on the floor next to him.
a/n: unbeta'd. comments much appreciated!
Summary: Summertime sex, written to Benni Benassi's Satisfaction.
A hot summer day, and all the windows of the apartment were wide open. They didn’t want to pay for air conditioning unless absolutely necessary, which meant they would never pay for air conditioning. Jonghyun was working in his threadbare bleach-washed jeans, one of the reasons he didn’t do the laundry anymore and Kibum did. He had half a bookshelf built, which meant he had a bunch of pieces of wood cut to size spread out on an old sheet, nails and hammer in one corner, two horses and a saw standing over a huge mess of wood shavings. He stood over it all with hands on his hips; his bangs were stuck to his slick forehead, and he wiped another drop of sweat trickling down his neck away with his hand, wiping it on the ass of his already damp jeans. Kibum’s gaze fluttered up from the book in his hands for the thousandth time to gaze at his glistening form. Seated in an armchair across from this mess of wood shavings and sweat, books from their old, busted bookshelf in piles around him, he had the perfect view of Jonghyun’s muscled arm flexing as he pulled the saw back and forth, could watch sweat drip down his spine and disappear beneath the hem of jeans. Kibum shifted uncomfortably in the seat-not only was it retaining his heat, but it was moist enough to make it feel like he’d spilled water on it before sitting down. Worse, he couldn’t move. Wouldn’t want to reveal the erection straining in his boxers, because he was fairly certain the heat hadn’t gone to Jonghyun’s head enough to make it okay. Or desirable.
Jonghyun set up the individual wood pieces in the basic shape they’d be in put together and got the hammer and a handful of nails. He was absorbed in the work completely, having forgotten that Kibum was there watching him, making sure he didn’t make some undoable mistake because of that dinosaur size brain he has. Not having all of the proper building tools, including a table which Kibum was okay with denting up a bit, he opted to kneel, wood in front of him, aligned the nail, and started tapping. Hard enough to go in but soft and precisely enough to not splinter the wood. Kibum didn’t bother to pretend he was reading now that Jonghyun wasn’t directly facing him and faced the consequence of pounding his finger if he got distracted. He imagined that the pace of the hammer on nail Jonghyun chose would be the same as the one he’d have fucking himself into Kibum. Letting himself sink into the fantasy, Kibum dragged his eyes over Jonghyun’s shoulders, his strong back, the vein in his forearm. He thought he knew what Jonghyun would taste like-salty and tangy, a taste to match the smell of him. His hands would glide over Jonghyun’s back if he were beneath Jonghyun in place of that side of the bookshelf, and his nails would slide over skin instead of digging in. The wood shavings would stick to them, get in their hair, tickle areas made sensitive by arousal.
Jonghyun paused his hammering to look over at Kibum. Heat made his words come through as though from a distance. “Are you okay? Your breath sounds kinda, uh, heavy.” Jonghyun’s head tipped to the side. “Need me to give you something? Glass of water?”
“Um, no. Just, finish the job so I can… clean up.” Kibum couldn’t help the slow smile that dragged over his lips, and he thought the heat must be getting to his head, because he couldn’t help the twisted ways he turned those words, into something dirty and needy. Jonghyun looked at him strangely before continuing, stopped a few minutes later when Kibum hadn’t moved. His breathing was getting louder, and was a little fast, and it seemed like heat stroke. He stood up and stretched, arching his back and grunting. Kibum shivered. Jonghyun filled up a cup with water, still running warm even though he let it run on cool for a minute. He brought it to Kibum, who didn’t move even though he was following every movement with his eyes, still with that weird smile on his lips. Jonghyun bent down in front of him, offering the cup, but no response and he touched Kibum on the knee in concern.
The resulting twisting and moan was not what he expected; Kibum jerked, face full of consternation, and Jonghyun knew something must really be wrong. He set the cup on the windowsill and grabbed Key by his wrists trying to pull him up. Jonghyun was going to put him to bed, let him sleep through the heat. Key struggled, the book dropping from his fingers and hitting the floor with a loud thump which seemed to surprise them both into stillness. Jonghyun glared at Kibum challengingly, not understanding what was going on or why the boy was trying to pull away from him, why he wouldn’t look him in the face.
And he looked down, and thought, where there’s your problem. Taking it in stride, Jonghyun released Key, feeling the echoed arousal he felt shoot down to his groin.
“It’s too hot,” Key said in his defense, trying to give an excuse, drawing his knees up to his chin, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him. It really was too hot.
“Wait there,” commanded Jonghyun, and he left to return a moment later with a dripping wet towel in his hand. He again kneeled before Key, and wiped the cool towel across his forehead, his shoulders, over his face. “Take your shirt off.” Uncertain but hopeful, Kibum did as he was told. Jonghyun wiped the towel down each of Key’s arms and over his chest, tiny rivulets of water dripping down into his boxers and the chair. Key didn’t care; he was pretty sure it would evaporate.
The cloth was a little too much over his nipples, a sensitive spot for him, and the feeling made him squirm and clutch at air. Jonghyun put the towel around Kibum’s neck. It was heavy but felt good, cooling him from the nearly delirious state. His eyes focused, finding Jonghyun’s lips, and with inhibitions abolished, he dove for a kiss, pushing their lips together, licking and kissing, moaning Jonghyun’s name when Jonghyun didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. He was pushed back, his knees pushed up to his shoulders, and Jonghyun was kneeling in the armchair in front of him. Kibum’s legs wrapped around Jonghyun’s waist, drawing them close together. Jonghyun was slippery. His arms were built, large enough that Kibum couldn’t wrap his fingers around them, so he settled on gripping Jonghyun’s hair, yanking on it. The feeling of Jonghyun’s length through his jeans was driving him wild, and Kibum released a hand to feel the girth and length of it as best he could, rubbing rhythmically over the fabric, unconsciously rocking his hips in the same rhythm.
Jonghyun growled, holding Kibum securely and lifting him, carrying him over to the table that Kibum didn’t want dented-but neither of them gave a damn now. He dropped Key roughly on it, loving the way Kibum supported himself on his elbows, the way his gaze was fire, the way Key knew just how his seductive pose was affecting them both. Jonghyun pulled off his shorts and boxers at once, and Kibum’s dick sprung free and slapped against his damp stomach. It quivered, arching up towards his bellybutton, and Key was reaching up towards Jonghyun’s zipper, fumbling with the button, almost unsurprised when he found no boxers beneath. Jonghyun pushed Kibum back flat on the table and aligned himself with Kibum’s ass, pushing in with a strong stroke, hands slipping to grip Key’s hips, sliding up Key’s thighs. Kibum moaned and arched beneath him, clawing, unable to be thankful for all the times he’d shoved his own fingers in his ass, masturbating with Jonghyun’s cock in mind.
They rocked together, Jonghyun not pulling even halfway out before slamming himself back in, loving the squelching sound that mix of sweat and pre cum and pressure it made. He’d resorted to gripping the edge of the table for leverage. He licked Key’s nipple, then bit it teasingly, needing to distract himself enough to not cum right then, to last a little longer. The table rattled beneath them dangerously, and the force wasn’t enough, so Jonghyun lifted Key again and slammed him into the wall, fucking up into him, gravity becoming the only leverage he needed. He held Kibum around the waist with one arm, and brought his fingers down to rub the place where his dick disappeared into Kibum. He could feel the stretch of the skin, how Kibum opened wide to accept him, the suppleness of the skin around his cock. He pumped into Kibum harder, accidentally bumping his head into the wall, but Kibum didn’t seem to care-his eyes were shut tight, fingers like claws in his hair and on his shoulder, legs tight around his waist.
Jonghyun smacked his ass sharply, and could feel how the skin rose, could imagine how red it’d become, and pushed even harder into Kibum, smacking him again to hear a repeat of the mewl Kibum made. Key bit down on Jonghyun’s shoulder to make him stop, not willing to admit even to himself how good it felt. He could feel the way Jonghyun’s strokes became more deliberate and forceful, and knew a second before it happened that he was going to cum. Jonghyun shot into him, and it was hotter than anything else he’d felt; he was burning from the inside, and Kibum came immediately after that, white blinding his vision, unable to think or feel anything, loosing track of everything around him, unaware of even Jonghyun’s kisses on his neck.
He came to on the ground, arm and leg slung over Jonghyun, who was lying just as he’d imagined before in the sawdust. He groaned, pulling himself off of Jonghyun and laughing deliriously, unable to believe he’d just been fucked even better than he’d imagined; on the table, up against the wall, and here Jonghyun was sleeping on the floor next to him.