idk... why I'm even posting this ...
Title: body to body (aka I don't have a title for this...)
Author: argh (@ oneuldo)
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: 5,203
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Summary: What happens when you mix Onew & Minho with knives in the bedroom...
Dedication: this is the 50th entry on this lj~ so I decided to post this fic which I showed to ♥ ryukilla for her bday. 50th entry should always be dedicated to her^^; ♥
Notes: unedited~ sorry T^T; and I haven't decided how I feel about this ... T^T I just had the random urge to post tonight :/ to show that I'm still alive or something :P
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“No don’t,”
Jinki shifted on the bed, frowning up at Minho as he knelt over Jinki’s body. Part of him wished that they had talked about this a little more, because a few grunts and nods from Minho hadn’t really told him what to expect. Jinki breathed out slowly, staring up into Minho’s face, his eyes intently watching Minho’s dark eyes as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Jinki’s whole body feels like its shaking with nerves and it’s hard for him to lie still. Maybe the fact that they hadn’t talked much about it is what’s making him pant softly and feel so damn excited. There are so many images in Jinki’s head of what he wants to do to Minho, or for Minho to do for him. Jinki can only hope that Minho lets him and that they can go that far. Jinki tries to calm himself down and just remind himself to take it slow and just see where things go. But a part of his brain screams back at him ‘take it slow? Are you fucking kidding me?’
“Don’t what?” Jinki mumbled, tilting his head back and letting out a soft moan as Minho’s fingers slipped under his shirt to stroke his chest. It feels good the way Minho touched him, and Jinki relaxes a little, although what is sitting on the bedside table is in the back of his mind.
“Don’t talk,” Jinki smiled when Minho frowned down at him, reaching up to grasp Jinki’s chin roughly. It hurts, but Jinki feels shivers sliding down his spine and it makes him want to really piss Minho off. Partly just to see how far he can take this, although Jinki’s pretty sure Minho would never really hurt him.
“But why?” Jinki smirked up at Minho, wriggling his hips under Minho’s body, watching the way Minho’s eyes darken and he sets his lips in a line. Jinki can just imagine the way Minho is thinking, that they set out rules so why the hell isn’t Jinki following them? Jinki breathed out slowly, trying not to breathe loudly when Minho’s hands slip back under his shirt. The way Minho’s hands glide across his skin makes Jinki shudder and he bites down into his lip to stop himself from moaning loudly. He can’t help himself and it just feels so good the way that Minho touches him.
“Because,” Minho replied, fingers reaching up to grab Jinki’s nipple, and Jinki can’t help but whimper and then moan loudly as Minho pinched Jinki’s left nipple. Jinki’s eyes slid shut he can feel the burn deep in his nipple, spreading across his muscles. Jinki can’t help but let out a low whine, and to instinctively pull away, even though he can feel his crotch tingling. It’s strange to be hurting but also aroused at the same time.
“You’ve been naughty enough as it is.” Minho raised his eyebrows, releasing Jinki’s nipple suddenly, making him gasp loudly. The sudden loss of contact makes his nipple throb painfully, and Jinki hisses softly almost wanting to ask Minho to clamp down again. It should scare him how much he’s enjoying this, but Jinki just wants to beg Minho to keep going. Jinki opens his eyes and glances up at Minho, watching how Minho licks his lips before pressing hand against Jinki’s chest again. Jinki can’t help but push his chest up towards Minho’s hand, silently urging him on. Minho circles Jinki’s nipple with his fingers, the touch sends more tingles running down into his groin and Jinki can’t help but shudder and tense when Minho’s fingers draw near his nipple again.
“So talking is naughty?” Jinki panted softly, he could feel his cock hardening, it really didn’t help that Minho was sitting over his crotch and the way he glared down at him was making Jinki feel so hot. No, everything was making Jinki’s skin heat up, it wasn’t just the glares but everything. Jinki bit his lip, trying to control his breathing as glanced up at Minho who looked furious, he looked so sexy like that. Jinki swallowed, wondering if Minho knew how much he wanted to kiss him, and how sexy he looked with his eyes narrowed down in that glare. Jinki felt as if Minho was driving him insane, or at least making his head and cock spin with so much need.
“Yes,” Minho grabbed Jinki’s other nipple squeezing it hard between his fingers. Jinki’s chest throbbed so hard he could feel it shifting down his entire body. Jinki couldn’t help but moan softly, especially when Minho continued to pinch.
“Oh god,” Jinki moaned arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut. It shouldn’t feel this good when Minho pinched him, but it did. It made Jinki’s whole body feel alive and on fire. The sparks seemed to spread across his whole body, but he could mostly feel it in his groin.
“You’re such a little slut,” Minho hissed leaning over Jinki’s chest to whisper into his ear, “A fucking horny slut. And you’re so fucking naughty.” Minho raked his nails down the front of Jinki’s chest, making Jinki jerk backwards and cry out softly.
“Fuck!” Jinki tried to shift backwards but Minho grabbed his hips, pinning him down to the bed.
“I told you,” Minho snapped, “to shut the fuck up.” Jinki swallowed and then nodded when Minho slapped his thigh, his hand way too close to his semi erect cock. Okay, Minho was starting to scare him a little, Jinki had never seen him his angry before. When Jinki looked up into Minho’s eyes, he could feel his desire building up again, Jinki held back a whimper as Minho slapped his thigh again. It was so hot to see Minho like this, snapping and snarling, because he was usually so gentle.
“If you keep talking,” Minho spoke so coldly that Jinki shivered, “I’m going to punish you.”
Jinki was dying to ask how Minho would punish him but he didn’t want to risk it with the way Minho was glaring down at him. Jinki swallowed holding back the urge to tell Minho to be more specific, although the way Minho’s eyes darkened and Jinki could see him panting he decided to just wait.
“You’ve been so fucking naughty,” Minho whispered, “Letting Sungmin-hyung touch your fucking ass.” Minho’s voice rose in a growl and Jinki shivered, smiling innocently up at Minho before he nodded his head. That had been months ago, maybe he’d let Sungmin do it again if it upset Minho that much.
“Maybe I’ll massage your ass and maybe you’ll learn not to let anyone else touch it. I won’t be as fucking gentle.” Jinki opened his mouth to tell Minho to go ahead, but before he could get a sound out, Minho flipped him over onto his stomach. Jinki leaned up on his elbows twisting around to complain or ask Minho what he was doing but before he could, Minho hit him hard across the ass with the palm of his hand.
“Fuck, Minho!” Jinki blinked and bent around to glare at his boyfriend, but Minho just spanked him again. Even through his jeans it hurt as Minho continue to smack him hard across the ass. The touch of Minho’s palm made his butt feel hot and pain flared under his jeans. Jinki twitched, wriggling and shifting around, it was making his dick throb with the way that he was pressed down into the mattress.
“I told you,” Minho punctuated each word with a smack, the sound echoing loudly through the room and Jinki shuddered from both the pain and the pleasure. His erection dug painfully into the mattress as Minho continued to spank his ass. Jinki squeezed his eyes shut and tried to shift backwards so his erection could rub against Minho’s thigh. He wanted Minho to touch his dick, he wanted him to jerk him off. Actually, Jinki didn’t mind what Minho did as long as it was something.
“To be quiet.” Minho smacked Jinki again, and to Jinki’s ears it was both a painful but also pleasurable sound and he found himself moaning softly. Minho’s smacks became less powerful over time, so that Jinki almost wanted to tell Minho to hit him harder.
“Hyung, undo your pants.”
Jinki nodded, lifting his hips so he could unfasten his jeans and Minho helped him slide them down his thighs. All Jinki could think was finally and thank goodness, he really needed to be naked. A second later Jinki wondered what Minho was going to do to him, making him shiver as Minho undressed him. In the past Jinki would feel self-conscious to be completely naked in front of his dressed boyfriend, but Jinki knows Minho is admiring his body and it makes him feel gorgeous. The way Minho’s eyes widen, and Jinki can see Minho licking his lips unable to look away from Jinki’s naked body. Minho’s hands cupped his ass, his hands felt so cool against his heated flesh, and Jinki couldn’t help but moan as Minho stroked his fingers delicately across his skin.
A part of Jinki feels a little disappointed that Minho has become tame again, his touches are gentle. It feels a little boring and Jinki whimpers in complaint but before he can get really vocal Minho slaps him again. His palm impacting painfully with his bare butt and it stings right across his skin, Jinki squeezes his eyes shut feeling the his skin burning hot as Minho hits him again making Jinki squirm across his lap. Minho’s slaps fill him with desire and Jinki can only just hold on for the ride.
“Dirty slut,” Minho hisses with another slap, “Rubbing your fucking dirty cock against me.” Jinki can’t help but moan hearing the way Minho talks to him. Even being called a dirty slut, it makes his blood pump faster towards his cock, because he is Minho’s ‘dirty slut’.
“You’re fucking loving this, you bitch.” Minho suddenly grabs Jinki’s hair and tugs his face backwards, and Jinki moans softly, Minho knows him so well. He’s loving every second of this, he’s loving the way Minho is dominating him, it somehow feels so liberating. Jinki can feel himself getting harder every second and the way Minho palms his ass really isn’t helping.
“I’m going to hurt you so much,” Minho pulls lightly on Jinki’s hair, “until you’re screaming.”
Please do! Jinki thinks to himself, whimpering as Minho’s fingers slide up his ass, spreading his cheeks and lightly massaging his reddened and sore cheeks. It hurts but Jinki loves the way it hurts, he shivers and hopes that Minho makes him scream soon.
“Do you know want to know what I’m going to do to you?” Minho leans over Jinki’s shoulder whispering into his ear, and Jinki imagines he’s smirking as Jinki nods his head desperately.
“I’m going to cut you, I’m going to make the knife sing against your skin and paint you bloody red,” Jinki can only moan in response, his eyes sliding shut as he imagines it. Except in his head, Minho’s the one covered in blood.
“Then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. I’m going to fuck you over and over.” Jinki shuddered as he felt Minho’s finger rubbing against his entrance, circling the tight ring of muscles lightly. Jinki moaned as Minho began to push his finger in, and Jinki couldn’t help but jerk his hips up, but that was apparently wrong because Minho slapped his ass again. But it feels too good to stay still, Jinki tries to get Minho to press his finger in deeper, fuck him harder.
“Did I say you could move?”
Jinki shook his head, trying not to smile as Minho grabbed his hipbones and turned him back over onto his back. The sheet rubbed painfully against his ass, it hurts but the way Minho’s hands linger across his body and the way Minho’s eyes drop down to Jinki’s erection makes him want to lay naked in front of Minho forever. There is nothing better than being appreciated by his boyfriend, and the way Minho licks his lips as he looks Jinki over makes him feel good.
Before Jinki knows it, he’s tied to the bed frame. His legs and arms spread for Minho, and Minho hovers in front of him. Jinki’s cock stands up proudly, leaking pre come and he smiles watching the way Minho stares hungrily at his cock. Jinki hopes that Minho will fuck him soon, he can’t wait for Minho to claim him. Jinki needs it, and he wants Minho so much right now, it takes all of his efforts not to scream out Minho’s name.
“You want me, don’t you? Fucking whore, look at you so fucking desperate and needy. You want my fucking cock in you, don’t you?” Minho digs his hand into Jinki’s thigh, clawing his hand down as Jinki nods his head desperately. Minho knows it, Jinki wants him so fucking badly, but Minho doesn’t undress he stays dressed and teases Jinki.
Jinki can feel his cock throbbing so much, he needs release but Minho is being a cock tease. Minho does nothing but touch Jinki’s body, hands slipping across heated flesh or nails digging in painfully. It’s too much and Jinki can’t stand it anymore. He needs naked Minho on him or under him, just pressed up against him. The fact that he can’t see Minho’s body is almost driving him insane, he needs to see his gorgeous lover naked.
“Minho,” Jinki ignores the way Minho looks at him for speaking, “untie me please?” Jinki bats his eyes innocently up at Minho, smiling sweetly at him.
“Master, I want to suck you off,” Jinki whispers and licks his lips, “Please, I’m so hungry for your cock.” Jinki pouts and nods, blinking his eyes. Jinki feels happy when Minho lets out a soft moan, it feels good to know he’s turning Minho on. Jinki’s gaze drops down and he smirks seeing the way Minho’s jeans are bulging out tightly over his crotch.
“I want your come to fill my mouth, Master.” Jinki whispers and licks his lips, doing his best to look seductive and innocent and oh so hungry.
“I need your cock in my mouth Master, I need you to fuck my mouth hard.” Jinki bats his eyes and then Minho is leaning over him untying his hands and wrists. Jinki knows that Minho likes it when Jinki kneels in front of him, so he releases both his wrists and hands to let Jinki worship him. Jinki smirks when Minho settles back right where Jinki was previously lying spread eagled across the bed. He looks so beautiful like that, it makes Jinki’s blood boil as he eyes Minho’s perfect form, he’d be even more beautiful completely naked.
Jinki moves swiftly, kneeling over Minho’s form and holding his legs and hips down as he quickly moves Minho’s hands. Jinki can feel his heart pounding because he knows Minho could realise at any second now, what he is planning. It’s only when Jinki’s tying the knots loosely on Minho’s wrists that he feels him shifting, and Jinki quickly turns to tie his feet in place too. Jinki can feel his mouth watering as he eyes Minho, all trussed up and waiting for him.
“What the fuck?”
Jinki smiles sweetly, sitting on top of Minho’s hips and holding him down as he tightens his wrists in place. Minho’s eyes are blazing hotly and Jinki just licks his lips feeling even more turned on as he makes sure that Minho is tied tightly in place. The only problem is Minho’s clothes and so Jinki grabs the sharp knife. Humming softly to himself he slices down Minho’s arm, cutting away his shirt, Jinki can feel Minho tensing under him and it makes him happier.
Piece by piece, Jinki cuts away Minho’s clothing until he’s naked and spread in front of Jinki. Jinki licks his lip and strokes the knife blade, watching the way Minho’s muscles tremble and he just wants to slice the skin away and expose the sexy muscles. All the blood and muscle must be so sexy but Jinki knows it would be too much. So Jinki decides to hold himself back and just experiment a teeny tiny bit.
“No, not what the fuck,” Jinki replies, shifting his body down against Minho’s hips, making his face soften and Jinki smiles hearing the moan Minho lets out. But Jinki figures it’s to be expected, it’s not like Minho or any other guy can resist someone grinding down against their hardening cock.
“I got sick of you teasing me,” Jinki smiles sweetly down at Minho, “so I decided to take matters into my own hands.” Jinki could feel Minho fidgeting under him, it makes his smile grow even wider. Jinki likes the way Minho’s body shifts against him, his cock rubbing sweetly against his thigh, it feels amazing and all Jinki can think about is making Minho squirm even more against him. So Jinki does the only thing he can think of to make Minho squirm more.
“Oh come on hyung,” Minho groaned, and Jinki leant over to pick up the knife again, feeling satisfied when he can feel Minho’s body tensing under him. Jinki looked down to see Minho’s ridiculously large eyes open wide, and his mouth open. It’s almost beautiful how simple he looks like that, and then the way Minho wriggles, as if he’s a snake trying to slither away. Jinki rolls his head back and moans, feeling Minho’s cock rubbing against his thigh again, and Minho’s sweat slicked thighs pushing against his. Jinki can feel Minho’s agitation, vibrating through his thighs, and in the way Minho’s breathing picks up and it slides right down Jinki’s body, heat dancing down his spine until it rests in his groin.
“Hyung?” Minho croaks, Jinki watches Minho’s chest heave, his ribs becoming visible when he sucks in a deep breath. The muscle’s seeming to disappear when he breathes and Jinki is captivated, mesmerised that he forgets about the knife in his hand and just lowers them down to touch Minho. But then Minho hisses and Jinki blinks, and laughs softly, as he sees the knife resting so innocently in his fingers.
“You distracted me,” Jinki puffs his lips out, shaking his head slightly as he adjusts his hold on the knife, “you made me forget what we were doing.” Poking the tip of his tongue out Jinki moves fast, he drops the knife down and slides it quickly across Minho’s stomach. Jinki watches the way Minho’s stomach shakes slightly, and it’s beautiful to see the way his skin is parted and Jinki watches as slowly the part in Minho’s flesh is filled with bright dazzling red. Jinki licks his lip as he watches the droplets rise and they slowly overflow and flood the banks, a tiny red wave flowing down Minho’s stomach. It’s the hottest thing he’s seen all day, and Jinki can’t help but moan.
Jinki’s hands shake and dazed he drops the knife, and it lands flatly on Minho’s stomach. A part of Jinki is shocked that he’d actually done it, his heart rate quickening as he glances up to see that Minho’s eyes are half shut and his lips pursed together. Jinki swallows and reaches for the knife again, listening to the soft pants Minho makes. Minho opens his eyes and offers Jinki a small smile and that’s all the encouragement he needs.
“Fuck hyung,” Minho hisses out when Jinki cuts him again, a little lower this time. The way it feels pressing the knife into Minho’s skin sends shivers down Jinki’s spine and he wants to weep with how amazing it feels. Jinki wonders if it would feel this good to do it to himself. Jinki’s head is spinning and he can feel his cock throbbing so much now as he watches the blood flow against Minho’s pale skin, and tangling in the hairs of his happy trail. Jinki lifts his eyes, his whole body shaking over Minho, as he looks up to meet Minho’s eyes. Jinki put the knife down again, reaching down to trace a finger in his pretty, beautiful blood.
“It stings,” Minho moans, “you fucking bastard!” Jinki smiles down in response, dragging his fingers along the cut until they’re coated in Minho’s blood. Jinki raises his fingers to his lips, smearing them against his skin, his whole body feels on fire as he licks his fingers. Minho’s blood tastes like iron and so rich, and Jinki shudders again, letting his eyes slide shut as Minho bucks under him, his hips rocking his erection up into Jinki’s thigh.
“I’m going to fucking hurt you!” Minho snaps again, “for this hyung!” Jinki opens one eye to smile sweetly down at Minho, oh yeah Jinki knows it was meant to be Minho playing with him, but Jinki couldn’t help himself. Plus he likes the way Minho snaps, the way his eyes flash and it’s even sweeter knowing that Minho is loving this.
Jinki shifts off Minho’s hips, lying down between Minho’s spread legs so Minho’s cock is pressing into his chest. Minho’s fully hard now, and leaking pre come from the way his cock is slick and rubbing wetly against him. Jinki hums softly, leaning forward to lap at Minho’s wounds. Minho’s blood is delicious and Jinki laps it up softly, running his tongue along the little slit in Minho’s stomach, feeling Minho shudder under him. Jinki feels as if he’s floating it all feels too perfect, finally cutting Minho and tasting his blood.
When Jinki looks up, he sees that Minho is watching him hungrily, rolling his hips up so his cock is rubbing harder against his chest. Jinki finds himself reaching for the knife and he digs it in harder, fascinated as he watches the tip press in deeply and it’s so sharp, it just slides through Minho’s skin with no resistance. Jinki shivers as he watches the skin part, the red blossoming up again. Jinki can’t help moan and then he lowers his mouth to suck on the wound. Minho’s cries and whimpers are music to his ears, and Jinki glances up to see Minho biting his lip, this time he looks pained.
“Fuck,” Minho whines, “it really stings,” He whispers and Jinki just keeps sucking, lapping up Minho’s blood like some vampire. Jinki’s cock is throbbing so hotly right now, and he wants to come so badly, he can’t help but rock his hips down into the mattress. Jinki really needs to fuck something, to come as soon as possible because Minho is turning him on so much.
“But you like it,” Jinki croons softly, sliding backwards until he can see Minho’s cock and he wraps his hand around the base of it. Almost immediately Minho whimpers, lifting his hips up to beg for more.
“You really love it,” Jinki hums softly leaning forward to press bloody kisses to the base of Minho’s cock. Jinki looks up to see Minho moaning softly, his head falling back onto the pillow. Jinki smiles and then slides his tongue out letting the tip of it strike against Minho’s cock. Jinki brushes it up, feeling Minho’s body shudder as he strokes his tongue up. Jinki tightened his grip on Minho’s dick, letting his hand slide up the shaft, Jinki loves the way it feels in his hand. The way Minho rolls his hips up making it slide in his grasp, and Jinki licks the tip of Minho’s cock, lapping up the salty, tangy pre come. There is something so pleasing for Jinki about going down on his boyfriend, the way Minho moves against him. It feels even better today when Jinki opens his eyes and looks up at the reddened skin on Minho’s torso. Hurting him shouldn’t feel this good but it does.
Jinki tugs on Minho’s cock, before lowering his mouth over it, he can hear Minho moaning louder. Jinki sucks down hard, rubbing his tongue against the side of Minho’s cock. He’s so big and Jinki takes more of him in, humming softly as he can feel Minho squirming under him, the way he rocks his body from side to side tells Jinki he’s getting so worked up. Jinki bobs his head up and down, making sure to flick his tongue against Minho’s length every so often, because he can hear how much Minho enjoys it. It’s funny how sucking Minho off makes Jinki feel as if he could blow his load any second now.
Jinki lifts his mouth off, ignoring Minho’s whining moans. He kisses all over Minho’s dick, before beginning to draw his tongue across Minho’s skin. Jinki sucks down on the blood filled organ, wondering how it would feel and if Minho would scream if he cut it. Jinki pushes the thought away, and just concentrates on teasing Minho by licking down to his thigh. Minho’s skin feels so soft and slightly damp with sweat as Jinki sucks on his thigh, enjoying the way Minho rolls against him. Jinki’s cock aches so much and he reaches up to grasp Minho’s thrusting his hand up and down quickly before he begins a slow ascent back up to Minho’s body until his breath is hovering over Minho’s erection again.
“Suck it,” Minho rasps, opening his eyes to glare at Jinki. Jinki sticks his tongue out, smiling when he sees the way Minho lifts his hips trying to get his cock near Jinki’s mouth. Jinki obliges anyway, taking Minho into his mouth again, because he likes the way Minho tastes and hearing his moans. Jinki slides his eyes shut as he sucks gently on Minho’s dick, concentrating on making Minho moan as loudly as possible. Jinki nudges his teeth against the tip of Minho’s cock, scraping them upwards making Minho jerk his hips up higher his moans growing louder. Jinki’s body feels so hot and he can imagine that Minho feels even hotter as he draws his teeth up again. Jinki repeats this, slowly drawing his teeth up Minho’s head, knowing how much it drives Minho wild. Jinki can hear his moans growing loudly and more frequent and it just makes Jinki want to do it more.
“Hyung!” Minho moans and wriggles again, and Jinki knows he wants to touch his head, to tug on Jinki’s hair. Jinki looks up, gazing up at Minho’s red face, it’s so hot the way his eyes are half open, and his mouth is open, lips trembling. Gently Jinki strokes the part of Minho’s cock that isn’t in his mouth, swallowing around him until he hears Minho gasping and his eyes are fluttering. Jinki can feel that Minho is close, the way his thighs are tensing and he’s letting out these whispery soft moans that go straight to Jinki’s cock and make his head swim in the best way possible. Which is why it’s hard for Jinki to pull away, but he does lifting his head up and hearing Minho’s strangled moans.
“You bastard!” Minho groans, rocking his hips up. Jinki pouts and picks up the knife, spinning it in his fingers before he grips it tightly. It looks so beautiful next to Minho’s hip, and he slides it down watching it dip into Minho’s body. Minho hisses and Jinki feels goose bumps appearing as he watches more of Minho’s blood rising to the occasion, it’s so beautiful and precious. Jinki can’t resist from leaning forward to sample his blood again. Jinki reached out and held Minho’s hips down, lapping up the blood, making Minho whimper against him. Jinki can feel Minho’s body shaking and he sounds as if he’s almost sobbing, and it makes Jinki’s body thrum with energy.
Finally Jinki takes Minho’s cock back into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the tip of Minho’s cock. He’s so close to coming now and Jinki draws his teeth back up his cock again, before sucking down on the hardened flesh. He strokes his tongue across the slit, resisting the urge to reach down and touch himself. But it’s too hard and Jinki reaches down to touch himself as he strokes Minho’s length. The feeling of Minho’s cock in his mouth combined with touching himself is so good, Jinki lets his eyes shut and he moans around Minho.
Jinki can feel that Minho is so close, he’s on the verge of coming, from the erratic way he jerks his hips up with desperate short thrusts. Jinki swallows around Minho’s cock a few times, trying to hold his hips in place but Minho is too strong and rolls them up, forcing himself further into Jinki’s mouth. Jinki lets him fuck his mouth, his own cock aching so badly he just wants to come. Jinki swirls his tongue around Minho’s cock, feeling Minho tense and then he’s rocking forward and coming into Jinki’s mouth. It’s enough to make Jinki come as he swallows Minho’s come, pleasure rolling so rapidly over his limbs and body.
Jinki lifts his face up and smiles up at Minho who is flopped back, looking half asleep. But then Jinki strokes his cock with his fingers, and it amuses him how almost immediately Minho begins to harden again. Jinki presses a soft kiss to Minho’s cock, grinning when he sees that he left a little bit of come on his dick, so Jinki licks it away.
“I’m not really a bastard am I?” Jinki ran his fingers lightly down Minho’s length, “Am I?”
“No hyung,” Minho lifted his head, still breathing heavily, “Stop that.” Minho mumbled.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do,” Jinki smiles up at Minho, and slides his fingers back up Minho’s length this time making sure to dig his nails in. Minho growls and wriggles violently against the bonds tying him to the bed.
“I’m going to get hard again,” Minho frowns, and Jinki watches the way he wriggles so desperately trying to free his hands. Jinki thinks that is the point, after all he still wants to have sex and well continue playing with Minho.
“Is that a problem?” Jinki asks with a blink of his eyes, licking his lips as he circles the tip of Minho’s cock with his index finger. Jinki smiles hearing Minho muttering to himself then somehow Jinki realises that he didn’t tie Minho’s wrists firmly enough because he’s free. Jinki blinks in surprise when Minho’s suddenly shoving him backwards onto the bed, it hurts the way Minho yanks at his arms and body. Jinki can’t help but shiver as Minho ties his wrists firmly and then his ankles again.
“Now it’s your fucking turn hyung,” Minho growls, kneeling in between Jinki’s spread legs, and his words alone send shivers down Jinki’s spine. He hopes that Minho really means it, and Jinki can’t help but whimper when he sees Minho eyeing the knife. Jinki thinks he should feel ashamed for getting hard that fast, but he can’t help it and he licks his lips waiting for Minho to hurt him, and for Minho to just blow his mind.
still waiting for typhoon sanba to make landfall lol ... please please please let me have Tuesday off T^T;;
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Author: argh (@ oneuldo)
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: 5,203
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Summary: What happens when you mix Onew & Minho with knives in the bedroom...
Dedication: this is the 50th entry on this lj~ so I decided to post this fic which I showed to ♥ ryukilla for her bday. 50th entry should always be dedicated to her^^; ♥
Notes: unedited~ sorry T^T; and I haven't decided how I feel about this ... T^T I just had the random urge to post tonight :/ to show that I'm still alive or something :P
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“No don’t,”
Jinki shifted on the bed, frowning up at Minho as he knelt over Jinki’s body. Part of him wished that they had talked about this a little more, because a few grunts and nods from Minho hadn’t really told him what to expect. Jinki breathed out slowly, staring up into Minho’s face, his eyes intently watching Minho’s dark eyes as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Jinki’s whole body feels like its shaking with nerves and it’s hard for him to lie still. Maybe the fact that they hadn’t talked much about it is what’s making him pant softly and feel so damn excited. There are so many images in Jinki’s head of what he wants to do to Minho, or for Minho to do for him. Jinki can only hope that Minho lets him and that they can go that far. Jinki tries to calm himself down and just remind himself to take it slow and just see where things go. But a part of his brain screams back at him ‘take it slow? Are you fucking kidding me?’
“Don’t what?” Jinki mumbled, tilting his head back and letting out a soft moan as Minho’s fingers slipped under his shirt to stroke his chest. It feels good the way Minho touched him, and Jinki relaxes a little, although what is sitting on the bedside table is in the back of his mind.
“Don’t talk,” Jinki smiled when Minho frowned down at him, reaching up to grasp Jinki’s chin roughly. It hurts, but Jinki feels shivers sliding down his spine and it makes him want to really piss Minho off. Partly just to see how far he can take this, although Jinki’s pretty sure Minho would never really hurt him.
“But why?” Jinki smirked up at Minho, wriggling his hips under Minho’s body, watching the way Minho’s eyes darken and he sets his lips in a line. Jinki can just imagine the way Minho is thinking, that they set out rules so why the hell isn’t Jinki following them? Jinki breathed out slowly, trying not to breathe loudly when Minho’s hands slip back under his shirt. The way Minho’s hands glide across his skin makes Jinki shudder and he bites down into his lip to stop himself from moaning loudly. He can’t help himself and it just feels so good the way that Minho touches him.
“Because,” Minho replied, fingers reaching up to grab Jinki’s nipple, and Jinki can’t help but whimper and then moan loudly as Minho pinched Jinki’s left nipple. Jinki’s eyes slid shut he can feel the burn deep in his nipple, spreading across his muscles. Jinki can’t help but let out a low whine, and to instinctively pull away, even though he can feel his crotch tingling. It’s strange to be hurting but also aroused at the same time.
“You’ve been naughty enough as it is.” Minho raised his eyebrows, releasing Jinki’s nipple suddenly, making him gasp loudly. The sudden loss of contact makes his nipple throb painfully, and Jinki hisses softly almost wanting to ask Minho to clamp down again. It should scare him how much he’s enjoying this, but Jinki just wants to beg Minho to keep going. Jinki opens his eyes and glances up at Minho, watching how Minho licks his lips before pressing hand against Jinki’s chest again. Jinki can’t help but push his chest up towards Minho’s hand, silently urging him on. Minho circles Jinki’s nipple with his fingers, the touch sends more tingles running down into his groin and Jinki can’t help but shudder and tense when Minho’s fingers draw near his nipple again.
“So talking is naughty?” Jinki panted softly, he could feel his cock hardening, it really didn’t help that Minho was sitting over his crotch and the way he glared down at him was making Jinki feel so hot. No, everything was making Jinki’s skin heat up, it wasn’t just the glares but everything. Jinki bit his lip, trying to control his breathing as glanced up at Minho who looked furious, he looked so sexy like that. Jinki swallowed, wondering if Minho knew how much he wanted to kiss him, and how sexy he looked with his eyes narrowed down in that glare. Jinki felt as if Minho was driving him insane, or at least making his head and cock spin with so much need.
“Yes,” Minho grabbed Jinki’s other nipple squeezing it hard between his fingers. Jinki’s chest throbbed so hard he could feel it shifting down his entire body. Jinki couldn’t help but moan softly, especially when Minho continued to pinch.
“Oh god,” Jinki moaned arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut. It shouldn’t feel this good when Minho pinched him, but it did. It made Jinki’s whole body feel alive and on fire. The sparks seemed to spread across his whole body, but he could mostly feel it in his groin.
“You’re such a little slut,” Minho hissed leaning over Jinki’s chest to whisper into his ear, “A fucking horny slut. And you’re so fucking naughty.” Minho raked his nails down the front of Jinki’s chest, making Jinki jerk backwards and cry out softly.
“Fuck!” Jinki tried to shift backwards but Minho grabbed his hips, pinning him down to the bed.
“I told you,” Minho snapped, “to shut the fuck up.” Jinki swallowed and then nodded when Minho slapped his thigh, his hand way too close to his semi erect cock. Okay, Minho was starting to scare him a little, Jinki had never seen him his angry before. When Jinki looked up into Minho’s eyes, he could feel his desire building up again, Jinki held back a whimper as Minho slapped his thigh again. It was so hot to see Minho like this, snapping and snarling, because he was usually so gentle.
“If you keep talking,” Minho spoke so coldly that Jinki shivered, “I’m going to punish you.”
Jinki was dying to ask how Minho would punish him but he didn’t want to risk it with the way Minho was glaring down at him. Jinki swallowed holding back the urge to tell Minho to be more specific, although the way Minho’s eyes darkened and Jinki could see him panting he decided to just wait.
“You’ve been so fucking naughty,” Minho whispered, “Letting Sungmin-hyung touch your fucking ass.” Minho’s voice rose in a growl and Jinki shivered, smiling innocently up at Minho before he nodded his head. That had been months ago, maybe he’d let Sungmin do it again if it upset Minho that much.
“Maybe I’ll massage your ass and maybe you’ll learn not to let anyone else touch it. I won’t be as fucking gentle.” Jinki opened his mouth to tell Minho to go ahead, but before he could get a sound out, Minho flipped him over onto his stomach. Jinki leaned up on his elbows twisting around to complain or ask Minho what he was doing but before he could, Minho hit him hard across the ass with the palm of his hand.
“Fuck, Minho!” Jinki blinked and bent around to glare at his boyfriend, but Minho just spanked him again. Even through his jeans it hurt as Minho continue to smack him hard across the ass. The touch of Minho’s palm made his butt feel hot and pain flared under his jeans. Jinki twitched, wriggling and shifting around, it was making his dick throb with the way that he was pressed down into the mattress.
“I told you,” Minho punctuated each word with a smack, the sound echoing loudly through the room and Jinki shuddered from both the pain and the pleasure. His erection dug painfully into the mattress as Minho continued to spank his ass. Jinki squeezed his eyes shut and tried to shift backwards so his erection could rub against Minho’s thigh. He wanted Minho to touch his dick, he wanted him to jerk him off. Actually, Jinki didn’t mind what Minho did as long as it was something.
“To be quiet.” Minho smacked Jinki again, and to Jinki’s ears it was both a painful but also pleasurable sound and he found himself moaning softly. Minho’s smacks became less powerful over time, so that Jinki almost wanted to tell Minho to hit him harder.
“Hyung, undo your pants.”
Jinki nodded, lifting his hips so he could unfasten his jeans and Minho helped him slide them down his thighs. All Jinki could think was finally and thank goodness, he really needed to be naked. A second later Jinki wondered what Minho was going to do to him, making him shiver as Minho undressed him. In the past Jinki would feel self-conscious to be completely naked in front of his dressed boyfriend, but Jinki knows Minho is admiring his body and it makes him feel gorgeous. The way Minho’s eyes widen, and Jinki can see Minho licking his lips unable to look away from Jinki’s naked body. Minho’s hands cupped his ass, his hands felt so cool against his heated flesh, and Jinki couldn’t help but moan as Minho stroked his fingers delicately across his skin.
A part of Jinki feels a little disappointed that Minho has become tame again, his touches are gentle. It feels a little boring and Jinki whimpers in complaint but before he can get really vocal Minho slaps him again. His palm impacting painfully with his bare butt and it stings right across his skin, Jinki squeezes his eyes shut feeling the his skin burning hot as Minho hits him again making Jinki squirm across his lap. Minho’s slaps fill him with desire and Jinki can only just hold on for the ride.
“Dirty slut,” Minho hisses with another slap, “Rubbing your fucking dirty cock against me.” Jinki can’t help but moan hearing the way Minho talks to him. Even being called a dirty slut, it makes his blood pump faster towards his cock, because he is Minho’s ‘dirty slut’.
“You’re fucking loving this, you bitch.” Minho suddenly grabs Jinki’s hair and tugs his face backwards, and Jinki moans softly, Minho knows him so well. He’s loving every second of this, he’s loving the way Minho is dominating him, it somehow feels so liberating. Jinki can feel himself getting harder every second and the way Minho palms his ass really isn’t helping.
“I’m going to hurt you so much,” Minho pulls lightly on Jinki’s hair, “until you’re screaming.”
Please do! Jinki thinks to himself, whimpering as Minho’s fingers slide up his ass, spreading his cheeks and lightly massaging his reddened and sore cheeks. It hurts but Jinki loves the way it hurts, he shivers and hopes that Minho makes him scream soon.
“Do you know want to know what I’m going to do to you?” Minho leans over Jinki’s shoulder whispering into his ear, and Jinki imagines he’s smirking as Jinki nods his head desperately.
“I’m going to cut you, I’m going to make the knife sing against your skin and paint you bloody red,” Jinki can only moan in response, his eyes sliding shut as he imagines it. Except in his head, Minho’s the one covered in blood.
“Then I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. I’m going to fuck you over and over.” Jinki shuddered as he felt Minho’s finger rubbing against his entrance, circling the tight ring of muscles lightly. Jinki moaned as Minho began to push his finger in, and Jinki couldn’t help but jerk his hips up, but that was apparently wrong because Minho slapped his ass again. But it feels too good to stay still, Jinki tries to get Minho to press his finger in deeper, fuck him harder.
“Did I say you could move?”
Jinki shook his head, trying not to smile as Minho grabbed his hipbones and turned him back over onto his back. The sheet rubbed painfully against his ass, it hurts but the way Minho’s hands linger across his body and the way Minho’s eyes drop down to Jinki’s erection makes him want to lay naked in front of Minho forever. There is nothing better than being appreciated by his boyfriend, and the way Minho licks his lips as he looks Jinki over makes him feel good.
Before Jinki knows it, he’s tied to the bed frame. His legs and arms spread for Minho, and Minho hovers in front of him. Jinki’s cock stands up proudly, leaking pre come and he smiles watching the way Minho stares hungrily at his cock. Jinki hopes that Minho will fuck him soon, he can’t wait for Minho to claim him. Jinki needs it, and he wants Minho so much right now, it takes all of his efforts not to scream out Minho’s name.
“You want me, don’t you? Fucking whore, look at you so fucking desperate and needy. You want my fucking cock in you, don’t you?” Minho digs his hand into Jinki’s thigh, clawing his hand down as Jinki nods his head desperately. Minho knows it, Jinki wants him so fucking badly, but Minho doesn’t undress he stays dressed and teases Jinki.
Jinki can feel his cock throbbing so much, he needs release but Minho is being a cock tease. Minho does nothing but touch Jinki’s body, hands slipping across heated flesh or nails digging in painfully. It’s too much and Jinki can’t stand it anymore. He needs naked Minho on him or under him, just pressed up against him. The fact that he can’t see Minho’s body is almost driving him insane, he needs to see his gorgeous lover naked.
“Minho,” Jinki ignores the way Minho looks at him for speaking, “untie me please?” Jinki bats his eyes innocently up at Minho, smiling sweetly at him.
“Master, I want to suck you off,” Jinki whispers and licks his lips, “Please, I’m so hungry for your cock.” Jinki pouts and nods, blinking his eyes. Jinki feels happy when Minho lets out a soft moan, it feels good to know he’s turning Minho on. Jinki’s gaze drops down and he smirks seeing the way Minho’s jeans are bulging out tightly over his crotch.
“I want your come to fill my mouth, Master.” Jinki whispers and licks his lips, doing his best to look seductive and innocent and oh so hungry.
“I need your cock in my mouth Master, I need you to fuck my mouth hard.” Jinki bats his eyes and then Minho is leaning over him untying his hands and wrists. Jinki knows that Minho likes it when Jinki kneels in front of him, so he releases both his wrists and hands to let Jinki worship him. Jinki smirks when Minho settles back right where Jinki was previously lying spread eagled across the bed. He looks so beautiful like that, it makes Jinki’s blood boil as he eyes Minho’s perfect form, he’d be even more beautiful completely naked.
Jinki moves swiftly, kneeling over Minho’s form and holding his legs and hips down as he quickly moves Minho’s hands. Jinki can feel his heart pounding because he knows Minho could realise at any second now, what he is planning. It’s only when Jinki’s tying the knots loosely on Minho’s wrists that he feels him shifting, and Jinki quickly turns to tie his feet in place too. Jinki can feel his mouth watering as he eyes Minho, all trussed up and waiting for him.
“What the fuck?”
Jinki smiles sweetly, sitting on top of Minho’s hips and holding him down as he tightens his wrists in place. Minho’s eyes are blazing hotly and Jinki just licks his lips feeling even more turned on as he makes sure that Minho is tied tightly in place. The only problem is Minho’s clothes and so Jinki grabs the sharp knife. Humming softly to himself he slices down Minho’s arm, cutting away his shirt, Jinki can feel Minho tensing under him and it makes him happier.
Piece by piece, Jinki cuts away Minho’s clothing until he’s naked and spread in front of Jinki. Jinki licks his lip and strokes the knife blade, watching the way Minho’s muscles tremble and he just wants to slice the skin away and expose the sexy muscles. All the blood and muscle must be so sexy but Jinki knows it would be too much. So Jinki decides to hold himself back and just experiment a teeny tiny bit.
“No, not what the fuck,” Jinki replies, shifting his body down against Minho’s hips, making his face soften and Jinki smiles hearing the moan Minho lets out. But Jinki figures it’s to be expected, it’s not like Minho or any other guy can resist someone grinding down against their hardening cock.
“I got sick of you teasing me,” Jinki smiles sweetly down at Minho, “so I decided to take matters into my own hands.” Jinki could feel Minho fidgeting under him, it makes his smile grow even wider. Jinki likes the way Minho’s body shifts against him, his cock rubbing sweetly against his thigh, it feels amazing and all Jinki can think about is making Minho squirm even more against him. So Jinki does the only thing he can think of to make Minho squirm more.
“Oh come on hyung,” Minho groaned, and Jinki leant over to pick up the knife again, feeling satisfied when he can feel Minho’s body tensing under him. Jinki looked down to see Minho’s ridiculously large eyes open wide, and his mouth open. It’s almost beautiful how simple he looks like that, and then the way Minho wriggles, as if he’s a snake trying to slither away. Jinki rolls his head back and moans, feeling Minho’s cock rubbing against his thigh again, and Minho’s sweat slicked thighs pushing against his. Jinki can feel Minho’s agitation, vibrating through his thighs, and in the way Minho’s breathing picks up and it slides right down Jinki’s body, heat dancing down his spine until it rests in his groin.
“Hyung?” Minho croaks, Jinki watches Minho’s chest heave, his ribs becoming visible when he sucks in a deep breath. The muscle’s seeming to disappear when he breathes and Jinki is captivated, mesmerised that he forgets about the knife in his hand and just lowers them down to touch Minho. But then Minho hisses and Jinki blinks, and laughs softly, as he sees the knife resting so innocently in his fingers.
“You distracted me,” Jinki puffs his lips out, shaking his head slightly as he adjusts his hold on the knife, “you made me forget what we were doing.” Poking the tip of his tongue out Jinki moves fast, he drops the knife down and slides it quickly across Minho’s stomach. Jinki watches the way Minho’s stomach shakes slightly, and it’s beautiful to see the way his skin is parted and Jinki watches as slowly the part in Minho’s flesh is filled with bright dazzling red. Jinki licks his lip as he watches the droplets rise and they slowly overflow and flood the banks, a tiny red wave flowing down Minho’s stomach. It’s the hottest thing he’s seen all day, and Jinki can’t help but moan.
Jinki’s hands shake and dazed he drops the knife, and it lands flatly on Minho’s stomach. A part of Jinki is shocked that he’d actually done it, his heart rate quickening as he glances up to see that Minho’s eyes are half shut and his lips pursed together. Jinki swallows and reaches for the knife again, listening to the soft pants Minho makes. Minho opens his eyes and offers Jinki a small smile and that’s all the encouragement he needs.
“Fuck hyung,” Minho hisses out when Jinki cuts him again, a little lower this time. The way it feels pressing the knife into Minho’s skin sends shivers down Jinki’s spine and he wants to weep with how amazing it feels. Jinki wonders if it would feel this good to do it to himself. Jinki’s head is spinning and he can feel his cock throbbing so much now as he watches the blood flow against Minho’s pale skin, and tangling in the hairs of his happy trail. Jinki lifts his eyes, his whole body shaking over Minho, as he looks up to meet Minho’s eyes. Jinki put the knife down again, reaching down to trace a finger in his pretty, beautiful blood.
“It stings,” Minho moans, “you fucking bastard!” Jinki smiles down in response, dragging his fingers along the cut until they’re coated in Minho’s blood. Jinki raises his fingers to his lips, smearing them against his skin, his whole body feels on fire as he licks his fingers. Minho’s blood tastes like iron and so rich, and Jinki shudders again, letting his eyes slide shut as Minho bucks under him, his hips rocking his erection up into Jinki’s thigh.
“I’m going to fucking hurt you!” Minho snaps again, “for this hyung!” Jinki opens one eye to smile sweetly down at Minho, oh yeah Jinki knows it was meant to be Minho playing with him, but Jinki couldn’t help himself. Plus he likes the way Minho snaps, the way his eyes flash and it’s even sweeter knowing that Minho is loving this.
Jinki shifts off Minho’s hips, lying down between Minho’s spread legs so Minho’s cock is pressing into his chest. Minho’s fully hard now, and leaking pre come from the way his cock is slick and rubbing wetly against him. Jinki hums softly, leaning forward to lap at Minho’s wounds. Minho’s blood is delicious and Jinki laps it up softly, running his tongue along the little slit in Minho’s stomach, feeling Minho shudder under him. Jinki feels as if he’s floating it all feels too perfect, finally cutting Minho and tasting his blood.
When Jinki looks up, he sees that Minho is watching him hungrily, rolling his hips up so his cock is rubbing harder against his chest. Jinki finds himself reaching for the knife and he digs it in harder, fascinated as he watches the tip press in deeply and it’s so sharp, it just slides through Minho’s skin with no resistance. Jinki shivers as he watches the skin part, the red blossoming up again. Jinki can’t help moan and then he lowers his mouth to suck on the wound. Minho’s cries and whimpers are music to his ears, and Jinki glances up to see Minho biting his lip, this time he looks pained.
“Fuck,” Minho whines, “it really stings,” He whispers and Jinki just keeps sucking, lapping up Minho’s blood like some vampire. Jinki’s cock is throbbing so hotly right now, and he wants to come so badly, he can’t help but rock his hips down into the mattress. Jinki really needs to fuck something, to come as soon as possible because Minho is turning him on so much.
“But you like it,” Jinki croons softly, sliding backwards until he can see Minho’s cock and he wraps his hand around the base of it. Almost immediately Minho whimpers, lifting his hips up to beg for more.
“You really love it,” Jinki hums softly leaning forward to press bloody kisses to the base of Minho’s cock. Jinki looks up to see Minho moaning softly, his head falling back onto the pillow. Jinki smiles and then slides his tongue out letting the tip of it strike against Minho’s cock. Jinki brushes it up, feeling Minho’s body shudder as he strokes his tongue up. Jinki tightened his grip on Minho’s dick, letting his hand slide up the shaft, Jinki loves the way it feels in his hand. The way Minho rolls his hips up making it slide in his grasp, and Jinki licks the tip of Minho’s cock, lapping up the salty, tangy pre come. There is something so pleasing for Jinki about going down on his boyfriend, the way Minho moves against him. It feels even better today when Jinki opens his eyes and looks up at the reddened skin on Minho’s torso. Hurting him shouldn’t feel this good but it does.
Jinki tugs on Minho’s cock, before lowering his mouth over it, he can hear Minho moaning louder. Jinki sucks down hard, rubbing his tongue against the side of Minho’s cock. He’s so big and Jinki takes more of him in, humming softly as he can feel Minho squirming under him, the way he rocks his body from side to side tells Jinki he’s getting so worked up. Jinki bobs his head up and down, making sure to flick his tongue against Minho’s length every so often, because he can hear how much Minho enjoys it. It’s funny how sucking Minho off makes Jinki feel as if he could blow his load any second now.
Jinki lifts his mouth off, ignoring Minho’s whining moans. He kisses all over Minho’s dick, before beginning to draw his tongue across Minho’s skin. Jinki sucks down on the blood filled organ, wondering how it would feel and if Minho would scream if he cut it. Jinki pushes the thought away, and just concentrates on teasing Minho by licking down to his thigh. Minho’s skin feels so soft and slightly damp with sweat as Jinki sucks on his thigh, enjoying the way Minho rolls against him. Jinki’s cock aches so much and he reaches up to grasp Minho’s thrusting his hand up and down quickly before he begins a slow ascent back up to Minho’s body until his breath is hovering over Minho’s erection again.
“Suck it,” Minho rasps, opening his eyes to glare at Jinki. Jinki sticks his tongue out, smiling when he sees the way Minho lifts his hips trying to get his cock near Jinki’s mouth. Jinki obliges anyway, taking Minho into his mouth again, because he likes the way Minho tastes and hearing his moans. Jinki slides his eyes shut as he sucks gently on Minho’s dick, concentrating on making Minho moan as loudly as possible. Jinki nudges his teeth against the tip of Minho’s cock, scraping them upwards making Minho jerk his hips up higher his moans growing louder. Jinki’s body feels so hot and he can imagine that Minho feels even hotter as he draws his teeth up again. Jinki repeats this, slowly drawing his teeth up Minho’s head, knowing how much it drives Minho wild. Jinki can hear his moans growing loudly and more frequent and it just makes Jinki want to do it more.
“Hyung!” Minho moans and wriggles again, and Jinki knows he wants to touch his head, to tug on Jinki’s hair. Jinki looks up, gazing up at Minho’s red face, it’s so hot the way his eyes are half open, and his mouth is open, lips trembling. Gently Jinki strokes the part of Minho’s cock that isn’t in his mouth, swallowing around him until he hears Minho gasping and his eyes are fluttering. Jinki can feel that Minho is close, the way his thighs are tensing and he’s letting out these whispery soft moans that go straight to Jinki’s cock and make his head swim in the best way possible. Which is why it’s hard for Jinki to pull away, but he does lifting his head up and hearing Minho’s strangled moans.
“You bastard!” Minho groans, rocking his hips up. Jinki pouts and picks up the knife, spinning it in his fingers before he grips it tightly. It looks so beautiful next to Minho’s hip, and he slides it down watching it dip into Minho’s body. Minho hisses and Jinki feels goose bumps appearing as he watches more of Minho’s blood rising to the occasion, it’s so beautiful and precious. Jinki can’t resist from leaning forward to sample his blood again. Jinki reached out and held Minho’s hips down, lapping up the blood, making Minho whimper against him. Jinki can feel Minho’s body shaking and he sounds as if he’s almost sobbing, and it makes Jinki’s body thrum with energy.
Finally Jinki takes Minho’s cock back into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the tip of Minho’s cock. He’s so close to coming now and Jinki draws his teeth back up his cock again, before sucking down on the hardened flesh. He strokes his tongue across the slit, resisting the urge to reach down and touch himself. But it’s too hard and Jinki reaches down to touch himself as he strokes Minho’s length. The feeling of Minho’s cock in his mouth combined with touching himself is so good, Jinki lets his eyes shut and he moans around Minho.
Jinki can feel that Minho is so close, he’s on the verge of coming, from the erratic way he jerks his hips up with desperate short thrusts. Jinki swallows around Minho’s cock a few times, trying to hold his hips in place but Minho is too strong and rolls them up, forcing himself further into Jinki’s mouth. Jinki lets him fuck his mouth, his own cock aching so badly he just wants to come. Jinki swirls his tongue around Minho’s cock, feeling Minho tense and then he’s rocking forward and coming into Jinki’s mouth. It’s enough to make Jinki come as he swallows Minho’s come, pleasure rolling so rapidly over his limbs and body.
Jinki lifts his face up and smiles up at Minho who is flopped back, looking half asleep. But then Jinki strokes his cock with his fingers, and it amuses him how almost immediately Minho begins to harden again. Jinki presses a soft kiss to Minho’s cock, grinning when he sees that he left a little bit of come on his dick, so Jinki licks it away.
“I’m not really a bastard am I?” Jinki ran his fingers lightly down Minho’s length, “Am I?”
“No hyung,” Minho lifted his head, still breathing heavily, “Stop that.” Minho mumbled.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do,” Jinki smiles up at Minho, and slides his fingers back up Minho’s length this time making sure to dig his nails in. Minho growls and wriggles violently against the bonds tying him to the bed.
“I’m going to get hard again,” Minho frowns, and Jinki watches the way he wriggles so desperately trying to free his hands. Jinki thinks that is the point, after all he still wants to have sex and well continue playing with Minho.
“Is that a problem?” Jinki asks with a blink of his eyes, licking his lips as he circles the tip of Minho’s cock with his index finger. Jinki smiles hearing Minho muttering to himself then somehow Jinki realises that he didn’t tie Minho’s wrists firmly enough because he’s free. Jinki blinks in surprise when Minho’s suddenly shoving him backwards onto the bed, it hurts the way Minho yanks at his arms and body. Jinki can’t help but shiver as Minho ties his wrists firmly and then his ankles again.
“Now it’s your fucking turn hyung,” Minho growls, kneeling in between Jinki’s spread legs, and his words alone send shivers down Jinki’s spine. He hopes that Minho really means it, and Jinki can’t help but whimper when he sees Minho eyeing the knife. Jinki thinks he should feel ashamed for getting hard that fast, but he can’t help it and he licks his lips waiting for Minho to hurt him, and for Minho to just blow his mind.
still waiting for typhoon sanba to make landfall lol ... please please please let me have Tuesday off T^T;;
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