What are you Wearing?
Title: What are you Wearing?
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1800
Summary: Jonghyun and Key share an inappropriate phone call.
A/N: hey hey! this is another installment to my series! just putting that up here so people know ^^
Key is in the midst of conversation, blabbing on thoughtlessly about how his teacher had been extra-harsh today, his legs kicking behind his figure lounged at his bed, stomach-down. He can safely say he doesn't expect it when Jonghyun, the man on the other side of the phone that is currently sandwiched between Key's ear, asks a rather provocative question:
"What are you wearing?"
Key has seen the movies and read the books; he's done his research. Jonghyun, being the clichéd bastard he is, would have no other choice than to use such a stale line to initiate the flow of phone sex.
"You pervert," Key grins down at the latest edition of Vogue, entertained.
"Yah! I can ask that without being inappropriate."
Key snorts, deciding to humor his boyfriend. "A shirt."
"That's it?"
"And briefs. You know, those obnoxiously pink ones you got me as a gag gift?"
"You love those."
"Guilty," mouths Key, shaking his head in self-shame.
"What kind of shirt?"
"Just a loose top. Three quarter sleeves, gray. You know the one."
There's a brief pause, one wherein Key believes he hears a falter in his lover's breathing.
"Sounds hot."
Key laughs lazily through his nose, lips arched into a vain half-smirk. "Can't deny that."
Jonghyun hums, appreciative.
"What about you, Jjong?" Key flips a page.
"Black shirt. The one you got me for my birthday?"
"Ah," Key realizes, levity in his voice, "the one where you cut the sleeves off 'cause your biceps couldn't breathe?"
Jonghyun chuckles, fond. "Yeah, that one."
Key emits a pleased noise as he skims an English article regarding a pair of designer shoes. "Pants?"
"Sweats."
"Mm," Key's focus totters. "I like you in sweats."
"Oh yeah?" prompts Jonghyun through a vague rustling, Key assuming he's readjusting. "What do you like about it?"
"They always hang so low on those narrow hips of yours. And then you go and stretch and show off your fucking hipbones that could cut glass."
The older boy shares a laugh with Key. "I could say the same for your cheekbones."
Key purses his lips, self-conscious. "Hush."
"You know I love your cheeks, Kibummie. And not just the ones on your face."
Key swears he can hear Jonghyun's sleazy eyebrow waggle from his room.
"You're a dumbass."
"Your dumbass."
Key offers an unimpressed whistle. "Didn't see that one coming."
There's a distinct pout in Jonghyun's voice. "Shut up."
"Make me."
"If I was there, I'd have you suck my dick."
"Not before you sucked mine."
Jonghyun hesitates, seemingly not expecting such a retort.
"Ah, gotcha," beams Key. "That oral fixation of yours," he tsks, rolling onto his back, splaying his magazine over his chest. "That always gets the better of you."
"Shut up," Jonghyun repeats, this time in an irritated and, in Key's hopeful inclination, mildly embarrassed mumble. "I only like giving head when it's you."
"Yeah, right. You cockslut."
Key expects a laugh in response, an insult, a retaliation... all he receives, however, is silence.
It isn't awkward, but almost... inviting, if Key is reading this correctly. The air is heavier, though not in a negative sense. Key clears his throat, wary.
"Now you're thinking about it."
"I won't deny it," utters Jonghyun, forced nonchalance in his tone.
Key scoots toward his mountain of pillows at the head of his bed, sinking back into the plushness as he shifts his gaze, eyeing the empty side of his bed and wishing there was a person there to fill the alluring voice he hears.
"You always suck me so good. I could use that mouth on me right about now."
Jonghyun whimpers, and Key's face reddens. They've never touched territory like this, never ventured into the thrill of working off of each other's voices. But who knows, perhaps their absences regarding one another will lead to more satisfaction as opposed to them both being present.
"You always taste so good when you shoot down my throat."
Key groans, and by the time his eyes flutter close, imagination getting the better of him, his hand is ascending the smoothness of his front, thumbs brushing his nipples, flicking them teasingly, and he arches.
"I wanna touch you so fucking bad, Kibum."
"Mm, I feel your hands on me."
"Touching those cute little nipples of yours?"
"Yes," Key breathes, voice abruptly taking on traces of desperation.
"I always liked your nipples. But I think I like your cock more."
Key mewls, hand dropping between his legs to squeeze.
"Fuck, your hand feels so good," Key whispers hysterically, eyes cracking open only to cloud over lustily, need hitting his system in full throttle.
"Yours, too."
Key's breath hitches, surprise and arousal overcoming him instantaneously as he wets his lips, hasty. "You like when I touch you like this, hm? You're so hot in my hand..."
"I'm not wearing underwear," admits Jonghyun, a rush of provoked words.
"Jesus," the younger gasps, screwing his eyes shut as his right hand breaches his waistband.
"Kibum," Jonghyun calls, breathy and uncharacteristically guttural.
"Yeah?" Key begins to jerk himself in an easy grip.
"I wanna... I really wanna fuck you..."
"Ah," Key moans, curled fingers stuttering quicker, "Jjong, finger me. Finger my tight ass."
Jonghyun returns the moan, though much noisier.
"Shut the fuck up," Key whisper-shouts, sobering up momentarily, "your parents will hear."
"They're asleep," Jonghyun manages to slur, voice dripping with a sensuality that Key certainly appreciates.
The younger man coughs, just loud enough to regulate the tremor in his voice.
"Finger me," he reminds, glancing to the right, monitoring his door and noticing the horizontal position of the lock;unlocked.
Key, in all honesty, only finds it all the more thrilling.
He reaches for the lube tucked neatly under his bed, hidden quite precariously, but his parents aren't the kind to rifle through his things, especially considering their son's secretive nature.
He fumbles, deciding to set the phone on speaker so he can make use of both of his hands, squeezing the bottle with one, his fingers collecting the scented substance on the other.
"You ready, baby?" Jonghyun asks, sounding a bit more composed and a bit less out of breath.
"Yes," Key answers distractedly, focused on getting his underwear down his legs.
"I'm putting the first finger in."
Key parts his thighs, circling his entrance just to taunt himself (and maybe because Jonghyun seems to do that each time before preparation), eyebrows scrunching together as a digit sinks in.
"It's in," Key declares in a rather humiliated murmur, suddenly dreading the unlocked door and the perturbing strip of light spilling through beneath it.
"You're as tight as ever."
Key's knees fall to his chest, legs spreading wider as he smiles, admittedly proud. "Just for you, Jonghyun-ah."
Jonghyun recites the sound he always makes whenever his cock is touched just right.
"Yah, you're supposed to be paying attention to me, not your dick," Key reveals knowingly, an innocent shyness in his smile.
Jonghyun half-grunts, half-laughs. "You're right. I'm sorry. Can I add another?"
"Yes," Key permits airily, following the elder's lead and nudging another one of his slender fingers inside the limited space of his hole.
"What are you thinking about, Kibum?" Jonghyun wonders suddenly.
"You."
"Specifically?"
"Your cock. You, above me, with your cock plowing into me," he confesses as he crooks his fingers, curving them just slightly and pressing a nice spot within him, drawing a soft moan from his throat.
"I'd fuck you so good, Key."
Key makes a noise of frustration and pleasure, now regretting the fact of not inviting Jonghyun over tonight.
"Jerk me while you fuck me," begs Key, knowing somewhere in the back of his rational mind that Jonghyun is milking the chance to prove his portion of the power in their relationship.
"I am, baby," Jonghyun mumbles, low, and Key reaches for his leaking erection hastily, fingers distractedly stroking himself as his head lolls to the side, digits continuously thrusting.
"Are you getting closer, Jonghyun?" breathes Key, hardly an audible sentence.
"I'm getting there. How about you?"
"Fuck!" Key explodes unexpectedly, only half-hearing the surprised gasp on the other line.
But then that gasp is morphing into an arrogant snicker, a transition only the cocky bastard Jonghyun can manage to accomplish.
"Oh. You found it, didn't you." (He sounds as though he'd been the one to find it himself.)
"Yes!" Key whines, three fingers knuckle-deep inside himself, brushing one of the most delightfully sensitive parts of his body.
"Good. I'm gonna keep hitting that spot of yours. You're not gonna be able to fucking walk tomorrow."
Key moans in agreement, thrashing his head as the almost hysterical pleasure overcomes him, the imagery in his head doing an effortless job at causing him to shoot all over his chest, a bit splatting onto his chin, and he blushes at the fervency of it.
"....Did you cum?"
"Yeah," Key beathes, flushed and a little sweaty.
"I knew it. I've always liked the noise you make when you cum."
"Oh god, shut up," whines Key, throwing a forearm over his eyes and managing a pathetic laugh to cloak his humiliation.
"I c-can't," Jonghyun half-chuckles, but gasps soon after, and if Key listens closely, he can hear the sound of wet skin slapping; he smiles a little at the thought of Jonghyun's hand going to town on his dick. "You know I can't stop talking when I--ah, shit--get close."
"You're still buried inside me, you know," reminds Key dryly, with amusement.
Jonghyun mews unstably, and Key smirks as he imagines him squirming around in ecstasy.
"Still have that thick cock of yours inside my tight ass," murmurs Key, inspecting his cuticles.
Jonghyun screams, and Key's smirk softens down into a fond smile.
He waits patiently, listening to the breathing on the other side of the line, forever amorous toward his boyfriend's undone state.
"Good?"
Jonghyun hums lazily.
Key chuckles, nose scrunching as he reaches for some tissues on the nightstand.
"Wish I could be there, babe."
"Little too late now, Jjong," drones Key, dragging the wad of tissues over his bare chest.
Jonghyun grunts. "I wanna be there to kiss you goodnight."
"Would you like to kiss me?" asks Key in English, batting his lashes as he falls into character.
"Don't get me all turned on again."
"I can't believe my English turns you on," laughs Key. "You're a fucking pervert."
"Whatever. I'm hanging up."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"..."
"..."
"You didn't hang up."
"Neither did you..."
"I was waiting for you to, dumbass."
"You hang up first," coos Jonghyun in a faux-romantic tone.
"Please, don't start," Key gags, rolling his eyes.
"Then I won't hang up until you get tired of me," Jonghyun negotiates, grin in his voice.
"That'll be soon, believe me," Key smiles shyly.
Key doesn't hang up until dawn, and Jonghyun proceeds to tease him for the rest of the afternoon.
A/N: well, there's some phone sex for you. not my best work, but fun to write, at least. the shirt jonghyun is wearing is (this) shirt, which key got him as a present. later on, jonghyun cut of the sleeves, and it became (this)!
i hope you enjoyed this little installment to the series where jonghyun and key explore the world of kinks. ;w; it'll get dirtier as it progresses! thanks for reading!
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 1800
Summary: Jonghyun and Key share an inappropriate phone call.
A/N: hey hey! this is another installment to my series! just putting that up here so people know ^^
Key is in the midst of conversation, blabbing on thoughtlessly about how his teacher had been extra-harsh today, his legs kicking behind his figure lounged at his bed, stomach-down. He can safely say he doesn't expect it when Jonghyun, the man on the other side of the phone that is currently sandwiched between Key's ear, asks a rather provocative question:
"What are you wearing?"
Key has seen the movies and read the books; he's done his research. Jonghyun, being the clichéd bastard he is, would have no other choice than to use such a stale line to initiate the flow of phone sex.
"You pervert," Key grins down at the latest edition of Vogue, entertained.
"Yah! I can ask that without being inappropriate."
Key snorts, deciding to humor his boyfriend. "A shirt."
"That's it?"
"And briefs. You know, those obnoxiously pink ones you got me as a gag gift?"
"You love those."
"Guilty," mouths Key, shaking his head in self-shame.
"What kind of shirt?"
"Just a loose top. Three quarter sleeves, gray. You know the one."
There's a brief pause, one wherein Key believes he hears a falter in his lover's breathing.
"Sounds hot."
Key laughs lazily through his nose, lips arched into a vain half-smirk. "Can't deny that."
Jonghyun hums, appreciative.
"What about you, Jjong?" Key flips a page.
"Black shirt. The one you got me for my birthday?"
"Ah," Key realizes, levity in his voice, "the one where you cut the sleeves off 'cause your biceps couldn't breathe?"
Jonghyun chuckles, fond. "Yeah, that one."
Key emits a pleased noise as he skims an English article regarding a pair of designer shoes. "Pants?"
"Sweats."
"Mm," Key's focus totters. "I like you in sweats."
"Oh yeah?" prompts Jonghyun through a vague rustling, Key assuming he's readjusting. "What do you like about it?"
"They always hang so low on those narrow hips of yours. And then you go and stretch and show off your fucking hipbones that could cut glass."
The older boy shares a laugh with Key. "I could say the same for your cheekbones."
Key purses his lips, self-conscious. "Hush."
"You know I love your cheeks, Kibummie. And not just the ones on your face."
Key swears he can hear Jonghyun's sleazy eyebrow waggle from his room.
"You're a dumbass."
"Your dumbass."
Key offers an unimpressed whistle. "Didn't see that one coming."
There's a distinct pout in Jonghyun's voice. "Shut up."
"Make me."
"If I was there, I'd have you suck my dick."
"Not before you sucked mine."
Jonghyun hesitates, seemingly not expecting such a retort.
"Ah, gotcha," beams Key. "That oral fixation of yours," he tsks, rolling onto his back, splaying his magazine over his chest. "That always gets the better of you."
"Shut up," Jonghyun repeats, this time in an irritated and, in Key's hopeful inclination, mildly embarrassed mumble. "I only like giving head when it's you."
"Yeah, right. You cockslut."
Key expects a laugh in response, an insult, a retaliation... all he receives, however, is silence.
It isn't awkward, but almost... inviting, if Key is reading this correctly. The air is heavier, though not in a negative sense. Key clears his throat, wary.
"Now you're thinking about it."
"I won't deny it," utters Jonghyun, forced nonchalance in his tone.
Key scoots toward his mountain of pillows at the head of his bed, sinking back into the plushness as he shifts his gaze, eyeing the empty side of his bed and wishing there was a person there to fill the alluring voice he hears.
"You always suck me so good. I could use that mouth on me right about now."
Jonghyun whimpers, and Key's face reddens. They've never touched territory like this, never ventured into the thrill of working off of each other's voices. But who knows, perhaps their absences regarding one another will lead to more satisfaction as opposed to them both being present.
"You always taste so good when you shoot down my throat."
Key groans, and by the time his eyes flutter close, imagination getting the better of him, his hand is ascending the smoothness of his front, thumbs brushing his nipples, flicking them teasingly, and he arches.
"I wanna touch you so fucking bad, Kibum."
"Mm, I feel your hands on me."
"Touching those cute little nipples of yours?"
"Yes," Key breathes, voice abruptly taking on traces of desperation.
"I always liked your nipples. But I think I like your cock more."
Key mewls, hand dropping between his legs to squeeze.
"Fuck, your hand feels so good," Key whispers hysterically, eyes cracking open only to cloud over lustily, need hitting his system in full throttle.
"Yours, too."
Key's breath hitches, surprise and arousal overcoming him instantaneously as he wets his lips, hasty. "You like when I touch you like this, hm? You're so hot in my hand..."
"I'm not wearing underwear," admits Jonghyun, a rush of provoked words.
"Jesus," the younger gasps, screwing his eyes shut as his right hand breaches his waistband.
"Kibum," Jonghyun calls, breathy and uncharacteristically guttural.
"Yeah?" Key begins to jerk himself in an easy grip.
"I wanna... I really wanna fuck you..."
"Ah," Key moans, curled fingers stuttering quicker, "Jjong, finger me. Finger my tight ass."
Jonghyun returns the moan, though much noisier.
"Shut the fuck up," Key whisper-shouts, sobering up momentarily, "your parents will hear."
"They're asleep," Jonghyun manages to slur, voice dripping with a sensuality that Key certainly appreciates.
The younger man coughs, just loud enough to regulate the tremor in his voice.
"Finger me," he reminds, glancing to the right, monitoring his door and noticing the horizontal position of the lock;unlocked.
Key, in all honesty, only finds it all the more thrilling.
He reaches for the lube tucked neatly under his bed, hidden quite precariously, but his parents aren't the kind to rifle through his things, especially considering their son's secretive nature.
He fumbles, deciding to set the phone on speaker so he can make use of both of his hands, squeezing the bottle with one, his fingers collecting the scented substance on the other.
"You ready, baby?" Jonghyun asks, sounding a bit more composed and a bit less out of breath.
"Yes," Key answers distractedly, focused on getting his underwear down his legs.
"I'm putting the first finger in."
Key parts his thighs, circling his entrance just to taunt himself (and maybe because Jonghyun seems to do that each time before preparation), eyebrows scrunching together as a digit sinks in.
"It's in," Key declares in a rather humiliated murmur, suddenly dreading the unlocked door and the perturbing strip of light spilling through beneath it.
"You're as tight as ever."
Key's knees fall to his chest, legs spreading wider as he smiles, admittedly proud. "Just for you, Jonghyun-ah."
Jonghyun recites the sound he always makes whenever his cock is touched just right.
"Yah, you're supposed to be paying attention to me, not your dick," Key reveals knowingly, an innocent shyness in his smile.
Jonghyun half-grunts, half-laughs. "You're right. I'm sorry. Can I add another?"
"Yes," Key permits airily, following the elder's lead and nudging another one of his slender fingers inside the limited space of his hole.
"What are you thinking about, Kibum?" Jonghyun wonders suddenly.
"You."
"Specifically?"
"Your cock. You, above me, with your cock plowing into me," he confesses as he crooks his fingers, curving them just slightly and pressing a nice spot within him, drawing a soft moan from his throat.
"I'd fuck you so good, Key."
Key makes a noise of frustration and pleasure, now regretting the fact of not inviting Jonghyun over tonight.
"Jerk me while you fuck me," begs Key, knowing somewhere in the back of his rational mind that Jonghyun is milking the chance to prove his portion of the power in their relationship.
"I am, baby," Jonghyun mumbles, low, and Key reaches for his leaking erection hastily, fingers distractedly stroking himself as his head lolls to the side, digits continuously thrusting.
"Are you getting closer, Jonghyun?" breathes Key, hardly an audible sentence.
"I'm getting there. How about you?"
"Fuck!" Key explodes unexpectedly, only half-hearing the surprised gasp on the other line.
But then that gasp is morphing into an arrogant snicker, a transition only the cocky bastard Jonghyun can manage to accomplish.
"Oh. You found it, didn't you." (He sounds as though he'd been the one to find it himself.)
"Yes!" Key whines, three fingers knuckle-deep inside himself, brushing one of the most delightfully sensitive parts of his body.
"Good. I'm gonna keep hitting that spot of yours. You're not gonna be able to fucking walk tomorrow."
Key moans in agreement, thrashing his head as the almost hysterical pleasure overcomes him, the imagery in his head doing an effortless job at causing him to shoot all over his chest, a bit splatting onto his chin, and he blushes at the fervency of it.
"....Did you cum?"
"Yeah," Key beathes, flushed and a little sweaty.
"I knew it. I've always liked the noise you make when you cum."
"Oh god, shut up," whines Key, throwing a forearm over his eyes and managing a pathetic laugh to cloak his humiliation.
"I c-can't," Jonghyun half-chuckles, but gasps soon after, and if Key listens closely, he can hear the sound of wet skin slapping; he smiles a little at the thought of Jonghyun's hand going to town on his dick. "You know I can't stop talking when I--ah, shit--get close."
"You're still buried inside me, you know," reminds Key dryly, with amusement.
Jonghyun mews unstably, and Key smirks as he imagines him squirming around in ecstasy.
"Still have that thick cock of yours inside my tight ass," murmurs Key, inspecting his cuticles.
Jonghyun screams, and Key's smirk softens down into a fond smile.
He waits patiently, listening to the breathing on the other side of the line, forever amorous toward his boyfriend's undone state.
"Good?"
Jonghyun hums lazily.
Key chuckles, nose scrunching as he reaches for some tissues on the nightstand.
"Wish I could be there, babe."
"Little too late now, Jjong," drones Key, dragging the wad of tissues over his bare chest.
Jonghyun grunts. "I wanna be there to kiss you goodnight."
"Would you like to kiss me?" asks Key in English, batting his lashes as he falls into character.
"Don't get me all turned on again."
"I can't believe my English turns you on," laughs Key. "You're a fucking pervert."
"Whatever. I'm hanging up."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"..."
"..."
"You didn't hang up."
"Neither did you..."
"I was waiting for you to, dumbass."
"You hang up first," coos Jonghyun in a faux-romantic tone.
"Please, don't start," Key gags, rolling his eyes.
"Then I won't hang up until you get tired of me," Jonghyun negotiates, grin in his voice.
"That'll be soon, believe me," Key smiles shyly.
Key doesn't hang up until dawn, and Jonghyun proceeds to tease him for the rest of the afternoon.
A/N: well, there's some phone sex for you. not my best work, but fun to write, at least. the shirt jonghyun is wearing is (this) shirt, which key got him as a present. later on, jonghyun cut of the sleeves, and it became (this)!
i hope you enjoyed this little installment to the series where jonghyun and key explore the world of kinks. ;w; it'll get dirtier as it progresses! thanks for reading!