it's been a long night (1/1)
title: it's been a long night (1/1)
pairing: jongho
rating: nc-17
summary: he'd had about three hours sleep, and it felt like his head was no longer attached to his shoulders.
note: hi i literally do not remember how to post on lj like omfg where is the post button how do i get off this page jfc oh wait nevermind i found it i hadn't scrolled down enough wow omfg good one
Minho’s eyes stung in protest when he peeled them open. A piercing sound akin to his ringtone blasted in his ears, the sheer volume of it luring a very unwanted headache. Minho groaned as he flipped onto his back and blindly fumbled for his phone on the bedside table. He punched green and slid it to his ear.
“What?” he grunted into the receiver. The quiet buzz of technology almost lulled him back to sleep. Silence on the other end was just as calming. Minho blundered with the phone until he could squint one-lidded at the too-bright screen, and then returned it to his ear. The unsteady inhale and exhale coming from the other end coerced him to wait.
Minho rolled over onto his side and sighed. “If you don’t say something, I’m hanging up.”
There was another few moments of static silence before, “I’m outside.”
“And I’m sleeping.” Minho mumbled. “What time is it?”
Jonghyun bypassed the question at hand. “I don’t care; I need to talk to you.”
“It couldn’t wait until morning?” Minho lolled his head to the right to squint at the clock. He'd had about three hours sleep, and it felt like his head was no longer attached to his shoulders.
“Just get out here! Or let me up, it’s really up to you at this point.”
Minho ended the call. Regardless, he rolled out of bed and staggered through the kitchen of his studio apartment.
He slapped the buzzer to open the door downstairs and hoped for the best.
The yellow refrigerator light was so bright that Minho opted for the blind route of grabbing the milk carton and chugging down a few pints. Just as he was wiping away the remnants that clung to the stubble above his lip with the back of his hand, a sliver of light spotlighted him. And then there were two, and they were both plunged in darkness.
“You should lock your door. You have a lot of valuables.”
Minho mustered just about all the energy in his body to snort. “You came here to discuss ethics?”
Minho didn’t need light to know that Jonghyun was making a face.
“Hardly,” the latter said, and then paused. It seemed as though he was struggling to say what he indeed came here to say, so Minho stumbled across to the living room and collapsed onto the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table, head balanced on his fist.
“I…um…”
“If you have nothing to say, then leave. I don’t have ti-”
A body landed on his. Through process of elimination, it could only be Jonghyun. Minho grunted and pushed against Jonghyun’s chest, but that only helped Jonghyun straddle his lap and shackle his wrists with one hand. He pinned them over the top of the couch.
“Eunsook asked me to dinner.”
Minho snarled. “So? I think we’re a bit old for this. Let go of my wrists.”
Jonghyun curled until his head was snug in the curve of Minho’s shoulder and neck.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” Jonghyun grinned against his skin.
Minho flexed his fingers to test the strength that Jonghyun was exerting. “Not particularly.” It was too dark and Minho was too tired; his perceptive abilities were practically non-existent. The bones of his wrists ground together whenever he put a plan of escape into motion.
“I could get used to this.”
“Well, don’t. I’m not going down this road again.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to date Eunsook?”
Minho sighed. “It means you can do whatever you want as long as you let go of my wrists.”
Jonghyun’s breath tickled Minho’s lips as he exhaled. “Whatever I want, huh?”
It took Minho three seconds to knee Jonghyun off of him. It took another two to restrain Jonghyun to the couch.
“It seems as though you want me to tell you not to date Eunsook.”
Jonghyun curled his leg around Minho’s hip and nudged him closer. “I suppose that would be nice.”
“And if I didn’t care?”
Jonghyun lifted his head from the couch and nuzzled his lips against Minho’s. “How upsetting,” he whispered.
Minho kissed him. He kissed that god-awful smug smirk off his lips, kissed the malicious tease out of his system. He kissed him until the first whine of pleasure resounded and Jonghyun was deliciously pliant under him. And then Minho wasn’t kissing him, clambering off the couch and diving back under his duvet.
“Go home, Jonghyun.”
The bed dipped behind him and arms encircled his waist. “You said we could do whatever I wanted.”
“No, I said that you could do whatever you wanted. Go home. Don’t even think for a second that I don’t know you’ve been drinking; you reek.”
Jonghyun’s cock pressed against Minho’s ass, an odd sensation for a fittingly odd night.
“You caught me,” Jonghyun giggled. He was quiet for a moment, a precious moment, then, “But what if I want you?”
He sounded so deeply unsettled by that thought that Minho rolled to face him, despite the fact that he couldn’t see much, and smiled. It occurred to him that it was never about Eunsook to begin with.
This time, Minho didn’t kiss him. He did blanket him with his body though, and sought after the tender flesh of his neck to bite lightly. The bulge in Jonghyun’s jeans felt heavy with arousal in his sweaty palm.
“I’ve really missed you,” Jonghyun said as Minho unzipped him silently, pulling his cock free. He stroked him lazily. Sleep clouded his mind but Minho still heard the words clear. He stifled a reply and concentrated on freeing Jonghyun’s short legs from his jeans and shuffling down the bed.
Jonghyun hands threaded through Minho’s wild, unruly hair as his hand tightened around the thick shaft. He curled a fist around a thick clump the second Minho sucked him into his mouth, drawing him to the back of the throat to swallow around him. His moan was deep, a drawn out ‘Minho’ that almost sounded choked, as he slammed his head back onto the pillow.
Somewhere along the line, Jonghyun was naked, and then so was Minho and everything was so hot that Minho felt like he was going to spontaneously combust right there and then.
“I’ve missed your mouth,” Jonghyun said, pulling Minho close enough to kiss, as if he was in charge of this entire thing. Minho smirked as he gripped the hair at the nape of Jonghyun’s neck and tugged roughly, boldly thrusting his tongue into Jonghyun’s mouth, smiling when Jonghyun’s face contorted in displeasure of his own taste despite having what he wanted. It was typical ‘Jonghyun’ behaviour, yet a smile fluttered across Minho’s lips.
The what-was white of Jonghyun’s eyes was so bloodshot with sleep deprivation and alcohol that Minho could barely figure out where they were. His eyesight wasn’t much to be trusted, so he went by feel instead, committing every curve and dip of Jonghyun’s slim body to memory, overriding the previous information. It had been a long time since they’d touched each other, touched each other so intimately, and Jonghyun was practically as new as the girl next door.
A harsh nip to Minho’s clavicle jarred him from his reverie, and he did so pleasantly, glancing down to find Jonghyun obeying his wordless commands, legs spread, dry fingering himself like such a goddamn whore. The back of his hand occasionally nudged Minho’s balls, and then he decided that he’d much rather touch Minho instead, so they switch, and then two of Minho’s fingers were forcing their way into Jonghyun’s body, so tight he can barely wiggle them.
It was much easier to scissor Jonghyun with lube, but by that point neither of them could wait much longer. Minho slicked up his fat cock over the condom with as much as he could cup in his palm and slathered the plentiful excess across and inside Jonghyun’s gaping hole.
“I’ve missed your cock.” Jonghyun gasped at the initial push, then sighed almost contently, but Minho could barely hear anything, too concentrated on thrusting his cock into Jonghyun’s tiny hole, driving through the tight pain until he was snugly fit inside.
“Shit, you’re so hot.”
“Stop fucking talking, Jesus Christ.” Minho groaned. “Do I have to gag you?”
Minho might not have been able to see Jonghyun, but he didn’t need to see to know his reaction. His eyes would widen then hood, until they fall shut, like he would be imagining the thought of being restrained and finding the thought immensely attractive.
Minho rolled his hips, pulling up Jonghyun’s leg to curl over his shoulder, plunging his cock so deep inside him it was as if they were one person. Joined. Memories like theirs would never leave no matter how much either of them wanted them to, and Minho knew exactly what Jonghyun liked, how he liked it. He loved long and hard, passionate fucks, and Minho wasn’t not short on any perspective, stroking Jonghyun’s inner walls until the latter came ferociously, crying out behind a clenched fist and spilling all over his stomach.
There was nothing like the heat and suction of Jonghyun’s mouth and Minho ripped off the condom in favour of that memory. He straddled Jonghyun’s shoulders, tapping his lips with his cock, because they never really needed words despite Jonghyun’s big mouth and Minho didn’t really say much anyway.
His orgasm was slow and delicious, pouring his cum down Jonghyun’s throat and watching Jonghyun swallow it all.
Jonghyun licked his lips. “So I guess I shouldn’t date Eunsook then…”
Minho flopped onto the bed and burrowed under the covers. He was dirty, filthy with lube and saliva and sweat, and may or may not have been loving it.
“I wouldn’t come to a conclusion so quickly.”
pairing: jongho
rating: nc-17
summary: he'd had about three hours sleep, and it felt like his head was no longer attached to his shoulders.
note: hi i literally do not remember how to post on lj like omfg where is the post button how do i get off this page jfc oh wait nevermind i found it i hadn't scrolled down enough wow omfg good one
Minho’s eyes stung in protest when he peeled them open. A piercing sound akin to his ringtone blasted in his ears, the sheer volume of it luring a very unwanted headache. Minho groaned as he flipped onto his back and blindly fumbled for his phone on the bedside table. He punched green and slid it to his ear.
“What?” he grunted into the receiver. The quiet buzz of technology almost lulled him back to sleep. Silence on the other end was just as calming. Minho blundered with the phone until he could squint one-lidded at the too-bright screen, and then returned it to his ear. The unsteady inhale and exhale coming from the other end coerced him to wait.
Minho rolled over onto his side and sighed. “If you don’t say something, I’m hanging up.”
There was another few moments of static silence before, “I’m outside.”
“And I’m sleeping.” Minho mumbled. “What time is it?”
Jonghyun bypassed the question at hand. “I don’t care; I need to talk to you.”
“It couldn’t wait until morning?” Minho lolled his head to the right to squint at the clock. He'd had about three hours sleep, and it felt like his head was no longer attached to his shoulders.
“Just get out here! Or let me up, it’s really up to you at this point.”
Minho ended the call. Regardless, he rolled out of bed and staggered through the kitchen of his studio apartment.
He slapped the buzzer to open the door downstairs and hoped for the best.
The yellow refrigerator light was so bright that Minho opted for the blind route of grabbing the milk carton and chugging down a few pints. Just as he was wiping away the remnants that clung to the stubble above his lip with the back of his hand, a sliver of light spotlighted him. And then there were two, and they were both plunged in darkness.
“You should lock your door. You have a lot of valuables.”
Minho mustered just about all the energy in his body to snort. “You came here to discuss ethics?”
Minho didn’t need light to know that Jonghyun was making a face.
“Hardly,” the latter said, and then paused. It seemed as though he was struggling to say what he indeed came here to say, so Minho stumbled across to the living room and collapsed onto the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table, head balanced on his fist.
“I…um…”
“If you have nothing to say, then leave. I don’t have ti-”
A body landed on his. Through process of elimination, it could only be Jonghyun. Minho grunted and pushed against Jonghyun’s chest, but that only helped Jonghyun straddle his lap and shackle his wrists with one hand. He pinned them over the top of the couch.
“Eunsook asked me to dinner.”
Minho snarled. “So? I think we’re a bit old for this. Let go of my wrists.”
Jonghyun curled until his head was snug in the curve of Minho’s shoulder and neck.
“This is nice, isn’t it?” Jonghyun grinned against his skin.
Minho flexed his fingers to test the strength that Jonghyun was exerting. “Not particularly.” It was too dark and Minho was too tired; his perceptive abilities were practically non-existent. The bones of his wrists ground together whenever he put a plan of escape into motion.
“I could get used to this.”
“Well, don’t. I’m not going down this road again.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me to date Eunsook?”
Minho sighed. “It means you can do whatever you want as long as you let go of my wrists.”
Jonghyun’s breath tickled Minho’s lips as he exhaled. “Whatever I want, huh?”
It took Minho three seconds to knee Jonghyun off of him. It took another two to restrain Jonghyun to the couch.
“It seems as though you want me to tell you not to date Eunsook.”
Jonghyun curled his leg around Minho’s hip and nudged him closer. “I suppose that would be nice.”
“And if I didn’t care?”
Jonghyun lifted his head from the couch and nuzzled his lips against Minho’s. “How upsetting,” he whispered.
Minho kissed him. He kissed that god-awful smug smirk off his lips, kissed the malicious tease out of his system. He kissed him until the first whine of pleasure resounded and Jonghyun was deliciously pliant under him. And then Minho wasn’t kissing him, clambering off the couch and diving back under his duvet.
“Go home, Jonghyun.”
The bed dipped behind him and arms encircled his waist. “You said we could do whatever I wanted.”
“No, I said that you could do whatever you wanted. Go home. Don’t even think for a second that I don’t know you’ve been drinking; you reek.”
Jonghyun’s cock pressed against Minho’s ass, an odd sensation for a fittingly odd night.
“You caught me,” Jonghyun giggled. He was quiet for a moment, a precious moment, then, “But what if I want you?”
He sounded so deeply unsettled by that thought that Minho rolled to face him, despite the fact that he couldn’t see much, and smiled. It occurred to him that it was never about Eunsook to begin with.
This time, Minho didn’t kiss him. He did blanket him with his body though, and sought after the tender flesh of his neck to bite lightly. The bulge in Jonghyun’s jeans felt heavy with arousal in his sweaty palm.
“I’ve really missed you,” Jonghyun said as Minho unzipped him silently, pulling his cock free. He stroked him lazily. Sleep clouded his mind but Minho still heard the words clear. He stifled a reply and concentrated on freeing Jonghyun’s short legs from his jeans and shuffling down the bed.
Jonghyun hands threaded through Minho’s wild, unruly hair as his hand tightened around the thick shaft. He curled a fist around a thick clump the second Minho sucked him into his mouth, drawing him to the back of the throat to swallow around him. His moan was deep, a drawn out ‘Minho’ that almost sounded choked, as he slammed his head back onto the pillow.
Somewhere along the line, Jonghyun was naked, and then so was Minho and everything was so hot that Minho felt like he was going to spontaneously combust right there and then.
“I’ve missed your mouth,” Jonghyun said, pulling Minho close enough to kiss, as if he was in charge of this entire thing. Minho smirked as he gripped the hair at the nape of Jonghyun’s neck and tugged roughly, boldly thrusting his tongue into Jonghyun’s mouth, smiling when Jonghyun’s face contorted in displeasure of his own taste despite having what he wanted. It was typical ‘Jonghyun’ behaviour, yet a smile fluttered across Minho’s lips.
The what-was white of Jonghyun’s eyes was so bloodshot with sleep deprivation and alcohol that Minho could barely figure out where they were. His eyesight wasn’t much to be trusted, so he went by feel instead, committing every curve and dip of Jonghyun’s slim body to memory, overriding the previous information. It had been a long time since they’d touched each other, touched each other so intimately, and Jonghyun was practically as new as the girl next door.
A harsh nip to Minho’s clavicle jarred him from his reverie, and he did so pleasantly, glancing down to find Jonghyun obeying his wordless commands, legs spread, dry fingering himself like such a goddamn whore. The back of his hand occasionally nudged Minho’s balls, and then he decided that he’d much rather touch Minho instead, so they switch, and then two of Minho’s fingers were forcing their way into Jonghyun’s body, so tight he can barely wiggle them.
It was much easier to scissor Jonghyun with lube, but by that point neither of them could wait much longer. Minho slicked up his fat cock over the condom with as much as he could cup in his palm and slathered the plentiful excess across and inside Jonghyun’s gaping hole.
“I’ve missed your cock.” Jonghyun gasped at the initial push, then sighed almost contently, but Minho could barely hear anything, too concentrated on thrusting his cock into Jonghyun’s tiny hole, driving through the tight pain until he was snugly fit inside.
“Shit, you’re so hot.”
“Stop fucking talking, Jesus Christ.” Minho groaned. “Do I have to gag you?”
Minho might not have been able to see Jonghyun, but he didn’t need to see to know his reaction. His eyes would widen then hood, until they fall shut, like he would be imagining the thought of being restrained and finding the thought immensely attractive.
Minho rolled his hips, pulling up Jonghyun’s leg to curl over his shoulder, plunging his cock so deep inside him it was as if they were one person. Joined. Memories like theirs would never leave no matter how much either of them wanted them to, and Minho knew exactly what Jonghyun liked, how he liked it. He loved long and hard, passionate fucks, and Minho wasn’t not short on any perspective, stroking Jonghyun’s inner walls until the latter came ferociously, crying out behind a clenched fist and spilling all over his stomach.
There was nothing like the heat and suction of Jonghyun’s mouth and Minho ripped off the condom in favour of that memory. He straddled Jonghyun’s shoulders, tapping his lips with his cock, because they never really needed words despite Jonghyun’s big mouth and Minho didn’t really say much anyway.
His orgasm was slow and delicious, pouring his cum down Jonghyun’s throat and watching Jonghyun swallow it all.
Jonghyun licked his lips. “So I guess I shouldn’t date Eunsook then…”
Minho flopped onto the bed and burrowed under the covers. He was dirty, filthy with lube and saliva and sweat, and may or may not have been loving it.
“I wouldn’t come to a conclusion so quickly.”