Immodesty
Title: Immodesty [Oneshot]
Pairing: Chen/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Shower sex
Summary: Chen's immodesty in the airport gets to Kai.
A/N: This is the first thing I've written in years, so please be nice. I just saw the picture of Chen's chest on display in the airport and could not stop thinking about it. Fill for: http://exopromptmeme.livejournal.com/7755.html?thread=3378507#t3378507
(Just look at them. So much glorious skin and it’s not even Kai this time.)
“Hmm, no, not that one. Keep looking.” Jongdae leaned lightly on his bandmate’s back, trying to get a better look at the tablet the younger was hunched over.
“That’s what I’m doing.” Jongin refused to look at the man that was purposefully trying to distract him. “Why are you bothering me anyways, hyung?” He dragged the page up with his finger, ignoring the heat seeping into his back.
“Duizhang was busy. You’re my next favorite to bother, Jonginnine.” He couldn’t stop his smile and moved his hand away from his mouth to rest at the nape of Jongin’s neck, right where his shirt ended, stroking the skin there. Jongin gave a slight shiver.
“Hyung, you’re the worst.” Jongin rolled his eyes but did not look up from the screen.
Jongdae leaned forward, his lips just brushing the shell of Jongin’s ear. “That’s not what you said last night. Or this morning.” He cackled and threw his head back just as the other turned to look at him, face flushed red.
“Hyung! That’s-” Jongin’s mouth dropped open as he was faced with almost all of Jongdae’s pale chest, barely framed by his loose tank top and jacket. That pale expanse of skin he really liked. And that more often than not held the marks of just how much he liked it. His mouth suddenly felt too dry and his pants too tight. All he had to do was move his face a little more and his mouth could be pressed to that skin-
“Jonginnie, see something you like?” Jongdae’s voice was still in its dangerously low register and was doing nothing to help Jongin.
Jongin looked up and swallowed dryly. The older man was giving him that little feline smirk, one that promised hours of torture which normally ended pleasurably for Jongin. “Hyung, you should be more modest. We are in public, and there are cameras everywhere.”
“If you insist.” Smile in place, Jongdae took his arm from where it was resting on Jongin’s back and ran his fingers slowly across his collarbone and then pulled up one edge of the tank top without breaking eye contact. “Better?”
Jongin dropped his head forward between his knees. “No, and you know it. Hyung, you’re so mean.”
“No I am not.” Jongdae stood, shoving his beanie back on his head. “Come on, we have a plane to catch.” He had not lost his smirk as he proffered a hand to Jongin.
The plane ride only made things worse for Jongin. Jongdae had somehow convinced Sehun to switch seats with him and so Jongin was forced to spend hours with the shorter man using him as a pillow. Normally he wouldn’t mind the cuddling, but Jongdae had figured out how to sit so his tank top fell again, revealing even more of his chest this time. Across the aisle Kris glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and he could only shrug. About half way through their flight, after a meal and a snack, Jongdae draped himself over Jongin so that one hand was in Jongin’s lap under his blanket. He didn’t try anything but the warm weight of his hand on Jongin’s inner thigh was enough to keep him half hard and uncomfortably awake. Jongdae spent most of the flight sleeping with a small smile that was not lost on the men around them. From the seat in front of him, Kyungsoo sent Jongin a sympathetic look.
The ride from the airport to their dorms was not much better for the dancer. Jongdae insisted on sitting next to him, one arm thrown over his shoulder so that he could play with Jongin’s hair and the other, once again, high up on his thigh. When they were close to the dorm and Jongin was aroused enough that he was worried about walking from the van to their room Jongdae leaned close and whispered in his ear.
“Tell them you’ll shower last. I’ll join you in there.” He smirked and let his lips lightly close around the lobe of Jongin’s ear. “It’d be a shame to kick Junmyeon out of his bed when we've been gone, ok Jonginnine?”
Jongin let out a choked “ok.” Sehun sniggered next to him.
Jongdae narrowed his eyes at the maknae. “What are you laughing at, brat?” Almost instantly the smile was gone from Sehun’s face.
“Nothing hyung.”
“That’s what I thought. You shouldn’t laugh at your elder, that’s rude.” Jongdae moved the hand that was tangled in Jongin’s hair to pull on a strand of Sehun’s as punishment.
When they returned to the dorm Jongin hung back and waited as the others showered and began going to bed. Sehun was the last before him and as the youngest of the group exited the bathroom he winked at Jongin. “Have fun Jonginnie, be safe.” He laughed and ignored Jongin’s glare.
Jongin went in and started the shower, getting in and beginning to lather his hair before Jongdae joined him. He had already lathered up a luffa (Junmyeon’s) and was scrubbing at his rough elbows when Jongdae climbed into the shower in front of him. “Why do you even bother cleaning yourself? I’m just going to get you dirty again.” Jongdae laughed as he curled a hand around the back of Jongin’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Plush lips easily parted as he ran his tongue along the seam of Jongin’s mouth.
The younger let the older control the kiss, invading his mouth, until he could no longer hold in his moans, pulling away. Jongin rested their foreheads together as they panted against each other’s mouths. “Why do you have to say things like that, hyung?”
Jongdae winked at him and smiled before laying a gentle kiss on swollen lips. “You love it.”
“Shut up.” So far, as long as Jongin had known Jongdae, he had only found one way to shut him up and he wasn’t above using it. Jongin used his leverage to turn Jongdae around, pinning him against the back wall of the shower.
“Nope, I’m gonn-” Jongin cut him off by pressing his mouth to Jongdae’s, catching a full lower lip between his teeth. Jongdae gave up on speaking so that he could moan, arching off of the wall and against Jongin’s solid body. “Fuck, get on with it.”
Moving his mouth from sinful lips to a sharp jaw bone, Jongin left a trail of kisses, careful not to press hard enough to leave any marks. “You teased me all day hyung, I deserve to do the same.” With that Jongin fell to his knees, tugging on Jongdae’s hips so that he was eye level with the smaller man’s chest and then pressing Jongdae firmly back into the wall.
“What are you, oh fuck.” Jongdae’s hips tried to buck, but couldn’t, as Jongin latched on to his chest, lips attacking Jongdae’s right nipple. He mouthed at the bud until it stiffened in his mouth. Once it was hard he bit down lightly, his tongue soothing away the slight pain. Against his stomach he could feel Jongdae’s straining erection. Jongin grinned around his mouthful, keeping Jongdae still as he tried to buck and find some friction. Hands tangled in his hair, tugging him off. “Lower, please.”
“Not yet. All I could think about all day was your chest.” Jongin moved to the other side of Jongdae’s chest, repeating the process on his other dusky nipple. This one was already standing at attention and Jongin gave it a kiss. “I don’t want anyone else seeing your chest. Only for me to enjoy hyung.”
“What if I want to enjoy them myself.” Jongdae smiled down as he caught his lip in his teeth. Jongin bit down harder than before. “Ow! Shit that hurt.”
Jongin tongued at the redden skin, there was no way there wouldn’t be a mark. “Don’t be a smart ass.” Jongin thrust his hips forward, seeking friction against one of Jongdae’s legs.
“Then hurry up. We’re going to run out of hot water.” Jongdae pushed down on the head between his hands. Jongin finally acquiesced, mouthing up the underside of Jongdae’s hard cock until he reached the wet tip. “Yes, fuck, just like that.”
Licking away the salty mess at the tip he opened his mouth widely and took as much of Jongdae in as he could, swallowing when it hit the back of his throat. Above him Jongdae gasped, making unintelligible sounds. Jongin loves that he’s the only one who can reduce Jongdae to this. Letting go of one hip he shifts Jongdae’s leg over his shoulder. Jongdae only moans louder, finally pushing his hips forward, forcing himself deeper down Jongin’s throat. Quietly Jongin reaches for the lube he brought with him earlier, slicking three fingers. Jongin pulled back and Jongdae let out a pathetic whine. “I’m going to stretch you now, is that ok?”
“Yes yes, god yes.” Jongdae scrunched his eyes closed; one hand leaving the back of Jongin’s head to wrap around his hard cock, his way slicked by Jongin’s spit.
Jongin was distracted by the sight, his tongue catching the tip of the red cock in front of him as it peeked through Jongdae’s fingers. Fingers tightening in his hair brought him back and he raised his fingers up to Jongdae’s crack, feathering around the hole he loved so much. His middle finger pressed against the wrinkled skin and the tip slid in easily. “I wish you could see this.” With that he thrust up, burying his finger as far in as it could go. Jongdae screamed and slid down the slick wall of the shower somewhat. He tightened his grip on Jongdae’s thin waist, pressing two fingers in and thrusting, spreading them when he felt the resistance decrease. His erection throbbed between his legs and he tried to ignore how much he wanted to slam the vocalist down onto his cock.
Jongin had only just gotten the third in when Jongdae pulled him up, smashing their mouths together, teeth clacking painfully. “You’re done with that Jongin. Fuck me now or I’ll find someone else who will.” His tongue was back in Jongin’s mouth, preventing him from answering.
Jongdae tightened his grip on Jongin, wrapping his arms around tan shoulders. He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to mumble, “up.” Jongin did what he was told, lifting Jongdae up, letting the smaller man wrap slender legs around Jongin’s trim waist. “Please.” Jongin felt more than heard the word muttered against his lips and he fumbled with the lube still clutched tightly in one of his hands, flipping open the cap and balancing Jongdae as he slicked himself. The touch of his hand was overwhelming and he had to take a deep breath before he could enter Jongdae.
“I’m not going to last long hyung.” Jongdae nodded at that, eyes closed. Jongin lined himself up before pushing in slowly, his forehead resting on Jongdae’s shoulder as he bottomed out. He needed a moment; the heat and the fit were intense no matter how long he stretched Jongdae. “I’m going to move, ok?”
“Yeah, please.” Jongdae met his eyes, both of their pupils blown wide. With that Jongin pulled out slowly and pressed back in, both of them moaning. He did it again, and again, gathering some momentum. “Yes, Jongin, Jongin, please, more.” Jongdae panted tried to move back onto Jongin’s cock. Jongin took that as a sign to shift his hips on each thrust, searching for the angle that would make Jongdae scream. “Jonginahhhhh!” It never took him long to find it. He kept at that angle, bracing his feet as well as he could in the wet space.
“Close, touch yourself.” Jongin bent forward, licking at Jongdae’s caramel nipples and trying to keep his hips going at a steady pace. Jongdae did as he was told for once, his hand frantically jerking along his cock, racing towards his peak.
Jongdae tightened around Jongin, coming over his hand and their stomachs, his head thrown back and throat working to moan out Jongin’s name. Jongin couldn’t hold it back anymore, his hips stuttering forward as he came, grinding his release into Jongdae as his teeth latched on around the skin already in his mouth.
A whole day’s worth of tension gone, Jongin couldn’t hold both of them up anymore, letting his knees buckle and sliding them to the floor of the tub, him on top of the smaller man. Jongin panted and worked his sore jaw as Jongdae pushed at his shoulder. “Get off, you’re heavy. And turn up the hot water, I’m getting cold.”
Jongin grunted but sat back under the spray. “How can you complain after that hyung?” He felt so blissfully sated he was sure he could fall asleep right then and there. Slowly he reached behind them and turned up the hot water.
Jongdae leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Jongin and pushing back his wet hair with his other hand. “I’m amazing like that.” He kissed Jongin softly, moving them both under the gentle fall of the water. “Now let’s clean up and go to sleep.”
“Okay hyung.” Jongin closed his eyes, breathing in the steam, relaxing against his boyfriend. He felt Jongdae moving, reaching and then the water moved off of them and Jongdae started lathering them up. “Hmm, that feels really good.” His skin was still oversensitive but the other was being gentle. Jongin felt the tug of sleep as Jongdae grabbed his nipple and twisted. “Goddamn it, that hurt!” Tears sprung to his eyes and he clutched at his chest rubbing to offset the sharp pain.
“Look what you did to me, you deserve it!” Jongin looked at Jongdae’s chest to see the reddened imprint of his teeth around Jongdae’s right nipple. “This hurts, and it’s going to bruise!”
“At least you can’t wear that top again for a while.”
Pairing: Chen/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Shower sex
Summary: Chen's immodesty in the airport gets to Kai.
A/N: This is the first thing I've written in years, so please be nice. I just saw the picture of Chen's chest on display in the airport and could not stop thinking about it. Fill for: http://exopromptmeme.livejournal.com/7755.html?thread=3378507#t3378507
(Just look at them. So much glorious skin and it’s not even Kai this time.)
“Hmm, no, not that one. Keep looking.” Jongdae leaned lightly on his bandmate’s back, trying to get a better look at the tablet the younger was hunched over.
“That’s what I’m doing.” Jongin refused to look at the man that was purposefully trying to distract him. “Why are you bothering me anyways, hyung?” He dragged the page up with his finger, ignoring the heat seeping into his back.
“Duizhang was busy. You’re my next favorite to bother, Jonginnine.” He couldn’t stop his smile and moved his hand away from his mouth to rest at the nape of Jongin’s neck, right where his shirt ended, stroking the skin there. Jongin gave a slight shiver.
“Hyung, you’re the worst.” Jongin rolled his eyes but did not look up from the screen.
Jongdae leaned forward, his lips just brushing the shell of Jongin’s ear. “That’s not what you said last night. Or this morning.” He cackled and threw his head back just as the other turned to look at him, face flushed red.
“Hyung! That’s-” Jongin’s mouth dropped open as he was faced with almost all of Jongdae’s pale chest, barely framed by his loose tank top and jacket. That pale expanse of skin he really liked. And that more often than not held the marks of just how much he liked it. His mouth suddenly felt too dry and his pants too tight. All he had to do was move his face a little more and his mouth could be pressed to that skin-
“Jonginnie, see something you like?” Jongdae’s voice was still in its dangerously low register and was doing nothing to help Jongin.
Jongin looked up and swallowed dryly. The older man was giving him that little feline smirk, one that promised hours of torture which normally ended pleasurably for Jongin. “Hyung, you should be more modest. We are in public, and there are cameras everywhere.”
“If you insist.” Smile in place, Jongdae took his arm from where it was resting on Jongin’s back and ran his fingers slowly across his collarbone and then pulled up one edge of the tank top without breaking eye contact. “Better?”
Jongin dropped his head forward between his knees. “No, and you know it. Hyung, you’re so mean.”
“No I am not.” Jongdae stood, shoving his beanie back on his head. “Come on, we have a plane to catch.” He had not lost his smirk as he proffered a hand to Jongin.
The plane ride only made things worse for Jongin. Jongdae had somehow convinced Sehun to switch seats with him and so Jongin was forced to spend hours with the shorter man using him as a pillow. Normally he wouldn’t mind the cuddling, but Jongdae had figured out how to sit so his tank top fell again, revealing even more of his chest this time. Across the aisle Kris glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and he could only shrug. About half way through their flight, after a meal and a snack, Jongdae draped himself over Jongin so that one hand was in Jongin’s lap under his blanket. He didn’t try anything but the warm weight of his hand on Jongin’s inner thigh was enough to keep him half hard and uncomfortably awake. Jongdae spent most of the flight sleeping with a small smile that was not lost on the men around them. From the seat in front of him, Kyungsoo sent Jongin a sympathetic look.
The ride from the airport to their dorms was not much better for the dancer. Jongdae insisted on sitting next to him, one arm thrown over his shoulder so that he could play with Jongin’s hair and the other, once again, high up on his thigh. When they were close to the dorm and Jongin was aroused enough that he was worried about walking from the van to their room Jongdae leaned close and whispered in his ear.
“Tell them you’ll shower last. I’ll join you in there.” He smirked and let his lips lightly close around the lobe of Jongin’s ear. “It’d be a shame to kick Junmyeon out of his bed when we've been gone, ok Jonginnine?”
Jongin let out a choked “ok.” Sehun sniggered next to him.
Jongdae narrowed his eyes at the maknae. “What are you laughing at, brat?” Almost instantly the smile was gone from Sehun’s face.
“Nothing hyung.”
“That’s what I thought. You shouldn’t laugh at your elder, that’s rude.” Jongdae moved the hand that was tangled in Jongin’s hair to pull on a strand of Sehun’s as punishment.
When they returned to the dorm Jongin hung back and waited as the others showered and began going to bed. Sehun was the last before him and as the youngest of the group exited the bathroom he winked at Jongin. “Have fun Jonginnie, be safe.” He laughed and ignored Jongin’s glare.
Jongin went in and started the shower, getting in and beginning to lather his hair before Jongdae joined him. He had already lathered up a luffa (Junmyeon’s) and was scrubbing at his rough elbows when Jongdae climbed into the shower in front of him. “Why do you even bother cleaning yourself? I’m just going to get you dirty again.” Jongdae laughed as he curled a hand around the back of Jongin’s neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Plush lips easily parted as he ran his tongue along the seam of Jongin’s mouth.
The younger let the older control the kiss, invading his mouth, until he could no longer hold in his moans, pulling away. Jongin rested their foreheads together as they panted against each other’s mouths. “Why do you have to say things like that, hyung?”
Jongdae winked at him and smiled before laying a gentle kiss on swollen lips. “You love it.”
“Shut up.” So far, as long as Jongin had known Jongdae, he had only found one way to shut him up and he wasn’t above using it. Jongin used his leverage to turn Jongdae around, pinning him against the back wall of the shower.
“Nope, I’m gonn-” Jongin cut him off by pressing his mouth to Jongdae’s, catching a full lower lip between his teeth. Jongdae gave up on speaking so that he could moan, arching off of the wall and against Jongin’s solid body. “Fuck, get on with it.”
Moving his mouth from sinful lips to a sharp jaw bone, Jongin left a trail of kisses, careful not to press hard enough to leave any marks. “You teased me all day hyung, I deserve to do the same.” With that Jongin fell to his knees, tugging on Jongdae’s hips so that he was eye level with the smaller man’s chest and then pressing Jongdae firmly back into the wall.
“What are you, oh fuck.” Jongdae’s hips tried to buck, but couldn’t, as Jongin latched on to his chest, lips attacking Jongdae’s right nipple. He mouthed at the bud until it stiffened in his mouth. Once it was hard he bit down lightly, his tongue soothing away the slight pain. Against his stomach he could feel Jongdae’s straining erection. Jongin grinned around his mouthful, keeping Jongdae still as he tried to buck and find some friction. Hands tangled in his hair, tugging him off. “Lower, please.”
“Not yet. All I could think about all day was your chest.” Jongin moved to the other side of Jongdae’s chest, repeating the process on his other dusky nipple. This one was already standing at attention and Jongin gave it a kiss. “I don’t want anyone else seeing your chest. Only for me to enjoy hyung.”
“What if I want to enjoy them myself.” Jongdae smiled down as he caught his lip in his teeth. Jongin bit down harder than before. “Ow! Shit that hurt.”
Jongin tongued at the redden skin, there was no way there wouldn’t be a mark. “Don’t be a smart ass.” Jongin thrust his hips forward, seeking friction against one of Jongdae’s legs.
“Then hurry up. We’re going to run out of hot water.” Jongdae pushed down on the head between his hands. Jongin finally acquiesced, mouthing up the underside of Jongdae’s hard cock until he reached the wet tip. “Yes, fuck, just like that.”
Licking away the salty mess at the tip he opened his mouth widely and took as much of Jongdae in as he could, swallowing when it hit the back of his throat. Above him Jongdae gasped, making unintelligible sounds. Jongin loves that he’s the only one who can reduce Jongdae to this. Letting go of one hip he shifts Jongdae’s leg over his shoulder. Jongdae only moans louder, finally pushing his hips forward, forcing himself deeper down Jongin’s throat. Quietly Jongin reaches for the lube he brought with him earlier, slicking three fingers. Jongin pulled back and Jongdae let out a pathetic whine. “I’m going to stretch you now, is that ok?”
“Yes yes, god yes.” Jongdae scrunched his eyes closed; one hand leaving the back of Jongin’s head to wrap around his hard cock, his way slicked by Jongin’s spit.
Jongin was distracted by the sight, his tongue catching the tip of the red cock in front of him as it peeked through Jongdae’s fingers. Fingers tightening in his hair brought him back and he raised his fingers up to Jongdae’s crack, feathering around the hole he loved so much. His middle finger pressed against the wrinkled skin and the tip slid in easily. “I wish you could see this.” With that he thrust up, burying his finger as far in as it could go. Jongdae screamed and slid down the slick wall of the shower somewhat. He tightened his grip on Jongdae’s thin waist, pressing two fingers in and thrusting, spreading them when he felt the resistance decrease. His erection throbbed between his legs and he tried to ignore how much he wanted to slam the vocalist down onto his cock.
Jongin had only just gotten the third in when Jongdae pulled him up, smashing their mouths together, teeth clacking painfully. “You’re done with that Jongin. Fuck me now or I’ll find someone else who will.” His tongue was back in Jongin’s mouth, preventing him from answering.
Jongdae tightened his grip on Jongin, wrapping his arms around tan shoulders. He pulled back from the kiss just long enough to mumble, “up.” Jongin did what he was told, lifting Jongdae up, letting the smaller man wrap slender legs around Jongin’s trim waist. “Please.” Jongin felt more than heard the word muttered against his lips and he fumbled with the lube still clutched tightly in one of his hands, flipping open the cap and balancing Jongdae as he slicked himself. The touch of his hand was overwhelming and he had to take a deep breath before he could enter Jongdae.
“I’m not going to last long hyung.” Jongdae nodded at that, eyes closed. Jongin lined himself up before pushing in slowly, his forehead resting on Jongdae’s shoulder as he bottomed out. He needed a moment; the heat and the fit were intense no matter how long he stretched Jongdae. “I’m going to move, ok?”
“Yeah, please.” Jongdae met his eyes, both of their pupils blown wide. With that Jongin pulled out slowly and pressed back in, both of them moaning. He did it again, and again, gathering some momentum. “Yes, Jongin, Jongin, please, more.” Jongdae panted tried to move back onto Jongin’s cock. Jongin took that as a sign to shift his hips on each thrust, searching for the angle that would make Jongdae scream. “Jonginahhhhh!” It never took him long to find it. He kept at that angle, bracing his feet as well as he could in the wet space.
“Close, touch yourself.” Jongin bent forward, licking at Jongdae’s caramel nipples and trying to keep his hips going at a steady pace. Jongdae did as he was told for once, his hand frantically jerking along his cock, racing towards his peak.
Jongdae tightened around Jongin, coming over his hand and their stomachs, his head thrown back and throat working to moan out Jongin’s name. Jongin couldn’t hold it back anymore, his hips stuttering forward as he came, grinding his release into Jongdae as his teeth latched on around the skin already in his mouth.
A whole day’s worth of tension gone, Jongin couldn’t hold both of them up anymore, letting his knees buckle and sliding them to the floor of the tub, him on top of the smaller man. Jongin panted and worked his sore jaw as Jongdae pushed at his shoulder. “Get off, you’re heavy. And turn up the hot water, I’m getting cold.”
Jongin grunted but sat back under the spray. “How can you complain after that hyung?” He felt so blissfully sated he was sure he could fall asleep right then and there. Slowly he reached behind them and turned up the hot water.
Jongdae leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Jongin and pushing back his wet hair with his other hand. “I’m amazing like that.” He kissed Jongin softly, moving them both under the gentle fall of the water. “Now let’s clean up and go to sleep.”
“Okay hyung.” Jongin closed his eyes, breathing in the steam, relaxing against his boyfriend. He felt Jongdae moving, reaching and then the water moved off of them and Jongdae started lathering them up. “Hmm, that feels really good.” His skin was still oversensitive but the other was being gentle. Jongin felt the tug of sleep as Jongdae grabbed his nipple and twisted. “Goddamn it, that hurt!” Tears sprung to his eyes and he clutched at his chest rubbing to offset the sharp pain.
“Look what you did to me, you deserve it!” Jongin looked at Jongdae’s chest to see the reddened imprint of his teeth around Jongdae’s right nipple. “This hurts, and it’s going to bruise!”
“At least you can’t wear that top again for a while.”