The Littlest of Secrets
Title: The Littlest of Secrets
Pairing: Jonghyun/Jinki
Word count: 1,014
Genre: Basically a PWP
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: When the adults are away, the children will definitely play. Jinki's never been so good at saying no, especially to something that will make him feel good.
Jinki wants to pretend he doesn’t feel that eager tug at the end of his cardigan. He closes his eyes and he hopes that even though the van seats aren’t as comfortable as he would like them to be, he could fall asleep. He has this nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He feels that shiver course throw his body and he isn’t sure if he should listen to himself by pretending to be asleep.
Even though he wants to, he cannot ignore the slide of a callous palm rubbing is stomach in thirst. He also knows he cannot ignore the heavy breathing down his neck. It tickles his ear and sends a light flutter throughout his body and he still isn’t sure what he wants.
“Hyung…” it is a soft murmur that passes by Jonghyun’s lips that have the other on edge. Jinki knows what he wants and it isn’t that he doesn’t want to give in to the needs of the younger. Who is he kidding? He has needs to but what stays at the back of his mind, what scares him the most, what causes him to be so apprehensive about it all is one thing.
What if he does it wrong?
That thought soon escapes him as he is pulled to face the younger. Before he can open his mouth in a protest of many things, chapped lips collide with his in a languid kiss that has time stopping for the both of them.
For Jinki, it couldn’t be more awkward than it already was because he doesn’t know where to place his hands and he doesn’t know if he should be fierce with this kiss. Jinki starts to think that he doesn’t know much about anything, let alone the mechanics of kissing or the mechanics of sex, so he lets Jonghyun guide him.
“Too much clothes” Jonghyun replies has he moves them around and he has Jinki lying down on his back on the seats in the van. His hand his fiddling with his belt, trying to be as skilled as he can be, trying to push the worries out of Jinki’s pretty head. And he is right because the panic is evident in Jinki’s jitteriness.
“They’ll be back, Jonghyun.” He was going for a warning tone of authority but he faltered a bit as his voice raised at the last bit of Jonghyun’s name as his hand made its way into Jinki’s pants. He soon turns into a panting mess and as Jonghyun talks to him, all he gets are strangled moans that Jinki tries to catch in his throat, but they maneuver and they manage to escape his throat.
Jonghyun is between his legs and leaving wet butterfly kisses against his neck. For a moment, he begins to suck on Jinki’s Adams apple and that sends him even more into a frenzy of heated pleasure as Jonghyun’s hand does this thing where he tugs just the right way. The roughness of Jonghyun’s hand turns Jinki on more than he would care to admit.
“Do you…want me to stop?” they both already know the answer but he isn’t so sure sometimes with Jinki. Even if he would have said yes for him to stop, he would have kept on with what he was doing.
Jonghyun pulls back so he is on his knees as he gazes upon the mess before him. Jinki is splayed out on the cushions of the seats. His hair is a mess atop of his head and he looks debauched. He looks so gorgeous that it hurts Jonghyun and even though he wants more than what he is giving, he ignores the apparent erection in his jeans. He continues to watch Jinki as his chest rises and falls down, his arm covering his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at the person who sees him in his most vulnerable state.
Jonghyun continues to move his hand slowly on Jinki, alternating between slow circles and then fast ones that have Jinki keening. Jonghyun likes to see this Jinki, the one who is on edge, the one who isn’t so calm and collected. He likes to see the Jinki that doesn’t know what else to expect.
Jonghyun leans over to him, licking his bruised lips and then over to his ears. “Come for me, please?” And it is the way that he asked. The velvet in his voice is what has Jinki melting at the core, the unsuspected toe-curling feeling that he gets when he comes into Jonghyun’s hand. He lets out this noise that sounds too beautiful to even compare and he feels himself shake.
His lips are parted and he looks like he is straight from a painting that belongs in the Louvre. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been at this, or how long he has been at it but Jinki cannot seem to focus. His vision is blurry and it feels so good that it almost hurts.
The post coital bliss is short lived as Jonghyun is helping him put himself back into his pants and straightening up how he looks. Jinki doesn’t have any time to really ask what that was about. He truly is confused with what went on just now.
Jinki watches Jonghyun quietly as he moves to the other side of the van as the rest of gang gets in. They settle in and chattering feels the air. Some of it is gossip and the rest is about what is to come with their schedules.
As the manager begins to drive away, Taemin is the only one that notices the confusion in Jinki’s eyes and posture.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
He wants to give a sincere yes but Jinki isn’t sure if that is appropriate so he just nods and he gives a sad smile. What could he possibly say? ‘Oh hey, by the way Jonghyun just gave me the best hand job of my life possibly’. That would be too awkward. Jinki decides that this should be a little secret, a secret just between them.
a/n: i have no posted in a while so here is something. i hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Jonghyun/Jinki
Word count: 1,014
Genre: Basically a PWP
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: When the adults are away, the children will definitely play. Jinki's never been so good at saying no, especially to something that will make him feel good.
Jinki wants to pretend he doesn’t feel that eager tug at the end of his cardigan. He closes his eyes and he hopes that even though the van seats aren’t as comfortable as he would like them to be, he could fall asleep. He has this nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. He feels that shiver course throw his body and he isn’t sure if he should listen to himself by pretending to be asleep.
Even though he wants to, he cannot ignore the slide of a callous palm rubbing is stomach in thirst. He also knows he cannot ignore the heavy breathing down his neck. It tickles his ear and sends a light flutter throughout his body and he still isn’t sure what he wants.
“Hyung…” it is a soft murmur that passes by Jonghyun’s lips that have the other on edge. Jinki knows what he wants and it isn’t that he doesn’t want to give in to the needs of the younger. Who is he kidding? He has needs to but what stays at the back of his mind, what scares him the most, what causes him to be so apprehensive about it all is one thing.
What if he does it wrong?
That thought soon escapes him as he is pulled to face the younger. Before he can open his mouth in a protest of many things, chapped lips collide with his in a languid kiss that has time stopping for the both of them.
For Jinki, it couldn’t be more awkward than it already was because he doesn’t know where to place his hands and he doesn’t know if he should be fierce with this kiss. Jinki starts to think that he doesn’t know much about anything, let alone the mechanics of kissing or the mechanics of sex, so he lets Jonghyun guide him.
“Too much clothes” Jonghyun replies has he moves them around and he has Jinki lying down on his back on the seats in the van. His hand his fiddling with his belt, trying to be as skilled as he can be, trying to push the worries out of Jinki’s pretty head. And he is right because the panic is evident in Jinki’s jitteriness.
“They’ll be back, Jonghyun.” He was going for a warning tone of authority but he faltered a bit as his voice raised at the last bit of Jonghyun’s name as his hand made its way into Jinki’s pants. He soon turns into a panting mess and as Jonghyun talks to him, all he gets are strangled moans that Jinki tries to catch in his throat, but they maneuver and they manage to escape his throat.
Jonghyun is between his legs and leaving wet butterfly kisses against his neck. For a moment, he begins to suck on Jinki’s Adams apple and that sends him even more into a frenzy of heated pleasure as Jonghyun’s hand does this thing where he tugs just the right way. The roughness of Jonghyun’s hand turns Jinki on more than he would care to admit.
“Do you…want me to stop?” they both already know the answer but he isn’t so sure sometimes with Jinki. Even if he would have said yes for him to stop, he would have kept on with what he was doing.
Jonghyun pulls back so he is on his knees as he gazes upon the mess before him. Jinki is splayed out on the cushions of the seats. His hair is a mess atop of his head and he looks debauched. He looks so gorgeous that it hurts Jonghyun and even though he wants more than what he is giving, he ignores the apparent erection in his jeans. He continues to watch Jinki as his chest rises and falls down, his arm covering his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at the person who sees him in his most vulnerable state.
Jonghyun continues to move his hand slowly on Jinki, alternating between slow circles and then fast ones that have Jinki keening. Jonghyun likes to see this Jinki, the one who is on edge, the one who isn’t so calm and collected. He likes to see the Jinki that doesn’t know what else to expect.
Jonghyun leans over to him, licking his bruised lips and then over to his ears. “Come for me, please?” And it is the way that he asked. The velvet in his voice is what has Jinki melting at the core, the unsuspected toe-curling feeling that he gets when he comes into Jonghyun’s hand. He lets out this noise that sounds too beautiful to even compare and he feels himself shake.
His lips are parted and he looks like he is straight from a painting that belongs in the Louvre. He doesn’t know how long they’ve been at this, or how long he has been at it but Jinki cannot seem to focus. His vision is blurry and it feels so good that it almost hurts.
The post coital bliss is short lived as Jonghyun is helping him put himself back into his pants and straightening up how he looks. Jinki doesn’t have any time to really ask what that was about. He truly is confused with what went on just now.
Jinki watches Jonghyun quietly as he moves to the other side of the van as the rest of gang gets in. They settle in and chattering feels the air. Some of it is gossip and the rest is about what is to come with their schedules.
As the manager begins to drive away, Taemin is the only one that notices the confusion in Jinki’s eyes and posture.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
He wants to give a sincere yes but Jinki isn’t sure if that is appropriate so he just nods and he gives a sad smile. What could he possibly say? ‘Oh hey, by the way Jonghyun just gave me the best hand job of my life possibly’. That would be too awkward. Jinki decides that this should be a little secret, a secret just between them.
a/n: i have no posted in a while so here is something. i hope you enjoy it!