Candles
The fourteenth was an insignificant day to say the least.
It wasn’t . . . quite the day Jinki imagined it would’ve been.
First, he was so distracted that he wrote the wrong reports and tomorrow’s newspaper was almost ruined until his boss assigned the column to someone else. The worker gave him hateful looks and his boss sternly scolded him for his corruption before telling him to take the day off because he was useless.
Next to that, no one even said a word to him this morning-he even knew all of them personally, so he felt a little . . . left out.
And on top of that, as he walked the street and looked up, dark clouds spread over the sky, forcing a storm over Seoul.
He dug his hands in his coat pockets, sighing as he tried hurrying without slipping on the iced ground. A breeze tossed his hair around, agitating him slightly as the wind hit his forehead. Sometimes he wished it wasn’t winter no matter how pretty snow was.
Jinki looked out of his scarf, climbing up the steps of the townhouse and opening the door.
“I’m ho-”
He stopped-finding no sight of the ordinary. Usually his husband would be on the couch with open arms and a warm smile, the dog prancing around either because Jinki was home or his husband was too lazy to take him out to pee, and the baby would stumble over on his two feet with a childish smile on his face saying ‘Papa’s home!’ (Jinki liked being called Papa, so he let his husband be the one to be called Daddy).
But no one was there-there was just unfamiliar silence.
He shut the door behind him, feeling the sting of shock run through his body, peering through the kitchen to see if the man or baby was in there at all doing at least something for him-like saving him from cooking dinner.
. . . Were they . . . really not home?
“Minho?” Jinki called, receiving silence, “Minho-ah?”
No answer complied and Jinki sighed in disappointment, wondering why in the world would Minho be out on the only day of the week he had off.
He removed his coat, scarf and shoes, putting them in the appropriate places-except the coat. The coat, he tossed on the empty couch-where Minho should be so he could catch it as he teased Jinki about his red nose like he always did in winter.
Jinki took another look around to confirm no one inside, shaking his head as he headed up the stairs. Maybe he should just sleep the rest of today off-it beat being a little depressed and awake. Today didn’t even matter anyway; he just felt old and useless. Why should today be celebrated when it could possibly be the worst day ever?
He checked in the baby’s room-finding no child in the bed or playing with his little toy trucks and Power Rangers. He knew not to panic though-if Minho was gone, he must have the boy with him.
Jinki turned back and crossed the hallway, grabbing the knob to his room and froze when his nose inhaled air.
Pine . . . lots of pine . . . and some cinnamon.
Jinki clenched the knob, his body growing warmer as the two aromas filled him and his senses grew and hotly spiraled down his body to the point where it . . .
Jinki swallowed, peering into the room as he opened it, the smells getting much stronger in a sense-his eyes meeting with candles . . . everywhere on the dressers he could see. He pushed the door wide open, his shock meeting with a nicely dressed (in a black sweater he never saw before) Minho standing in the middle of their room of lit candles (most of them green-pine) with his hands behind his back; a sweet smile on his face.
“Hey, Hyung.”
Hyung. What Minho called him back when they were dating. It sounded so . . . young.
Jinki closed the door slowly behind him, inching towards Minho with confusion on his face.
“Where’s the dog?” That I always drop.
Minho chuckled silently, “Over and Jonghyun and Key’s.”
“And where’s my baby?” That I so desperately need to squeeze right now.
“Yoogeun is also with Jonghyun and Key,” Minho nodded.
Jinki stopped in front of him, shaking his head, deep in lost, “. . . Why?”
Minho’s sweet smile grew charmingly, Jinki feeling a slight blush on his cheeks at such a dazzling feature on his face. Without introduction, Minho brought a bouquet of colorful flowers from behind his back, slowly putting them into Jinki’s hands, “Happy birthday, Jinki Hyung.”
Forgetting work, and in the midst of his blushing and the heat, Jinki chuckled at the cliché gift-but he still loved it. Getting flowers from Minho was just like every monthaversary the first year they dated, “Minho-ah . . . you’re so cheesy.”
Minho teasingly scoffed, tsking at such a comment, “Yeah, well, you like it.”
He nodded in agreement, not taking the chance to deny it. How could he not like flowers and the . . . many candles burning on the dressers . . .
Questions were rising, still.
Minho gestured to all the lit candles, a clever glint in his eyes, “You specifically love the smell of pine and cinnamon, like always. It always eased you.”
Jinki definitely knew there were two ways to the last sentence, shyly smiling with a silent ‘oh’ on his lips. Minho took the flowers from him and putting them on the floor-it seemed to be in the way, now.
“You . . . you still didn’t answer why the dog and Yoogeun aren’t here, you know,” Jinki raised a brow, expecting a full answer instead of these little-to-nothing hints.
Minho stared at him, biting his lips to fight the laughter from having a voice as he placed his hands on Jinki’s hips, pulling him against his body, “I thought it’d be nice if it were you and me today and have a family day tomorrow.”
Jinki looked down in embarrassment as he took in the answer, seeing that it was more obvious when he put Minho saying eased into the sentence before. A very, very shy smile grew and he could feel his cheeks too warm. This all felt so embarrassing yet so sweet at the same time.
Jinki slipped his arms under Minho’s, hugging him as he placed his head under his chin, “I love you, Minho.”
He felt nice in the meaningful embrace; no barking and no whining, just silence and Minho. No where else he would rather be, right now, but just the warmth of body heat he was hugging himself to.
“It’s just you and me tonight,” Minho whispered into his ear, “No dog, no Yoogeun, no friends, just you and me, Jinki.” Minho treaded a hand through Jinki’s hair and Jinki was leaning into his innocent trap as he purred in content.
“No one?” he made sure. Minho was good at pranking-Jonghyun and Key could jump out of the closet if it was really a joke. This could all be phony and Jinki would be stupidly led on.
Minho hummed in reply, his smiling lips kissing his temple as he continued to pull his hands through his hair.
“Then,” Jinki held him tighter, snuggling his face into his neck, “Then, what do you want to do?”
Minho, with a slight chuckle, pushed away a little so Jinki could look at him. He ran his thumb over his forehead, smoothing back the hair from its place to get a clear look at him.
Jinki felt the heat sink into his pores when he looked at Minho, melting inside from his dark irises and easing into being closer.
“Well,” Minho bumped their noses together, a thoughtful look on his face, but Jinki knew he already had an answer, “I had one present in mind if you’re up for it.”
Jinki retracted a hand, timidly placing it to Minho’s cheek, their lips so close yet so far away, “Tell me?”
Minho hotly breathed on his lips, slightly shaking his head before urgently responding, “I’d rather show you.”
And at that point, it may have been .01 seconds later Minho pressed his lips to Jinki’s, holding the back of his neck in his hands, his thumbs toying with his earlobes.
Jinki was the least shocked and couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes, deepening himself into Minho and shivering at the different warmth in the midst of the candle heat.
Jinki grabbed the collar of Minho’s sweater, opening his lips to let his breath pass on, to beg for Minho to take full advantage of the situation.
And Minho did. To Jinki’s liking, he kept one hand to his neck and the other surrounding his waist, pressing their stomachs together. Jinki had to grip on to Minho’s collar harder-the familiar rush inside his blood raced against everything else and just wanted Minho; wanted every inch close enough to him where he could be satisfied.
Minho’s arm around him turned to a hand on his lower back, slowly trudging up, giving Jinki this buzz of want spreading throughout his limbs to the point where he was slowly ready to take this little moment further.
“We should-” Jinki tried disconnecting his lips, only for Minho to find them again and cut him off, “-We should-should blow out the candles,” he suggested, panting heavily as the air left his lungs, kissing the corners of Minho’s mouth.
Minho hadn’t stopped what he was doing, one hand leaving him and searching in his back pocket. Jinki saw it, and kept his gaze towards his hand, seeing a very tiny, travel size remote fished from his pant pocket and pressing the lower half of one big round button.
When the candles dimmed to nothing, Jinki became more amazed than romanticized, trying to ask how that was even possible.
But he wasn’t allowed to; Minho threw the mini remote to the floor (magically not shattering) and brought Jinki back into the kiss, sweetly devouring his lips in sweet desire.
Everything was melting; Jinki couldn’t feel his own legs as their breaths tangled together and Minho had weaved his hand into his hair, tugging down to pull up Jinki’s head, nuzzling his face on his neck.
“Min-ah,” Jinki tried to speak out until Minho’s lips vibrated as he slightly sucked on the spot. Jinki just couldn’t even think straight, let alone speak.
“Minho,” Jinki breathed, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing himself to all of the younger, “Minho.”
Without having to be commanded, Minho’s hands found the back of Jinki’s thighs, hoisting him up without budging from his spot on the elder’s neck, carrying him over to the bed and laying him there, disconnecting unceremoniously and looked at him, excitement rising in his eyes as he smiled at Jinki.
Jinki just smiled softly, running his hand over his cheek affectionately.
“You’re not tired, right?” Minho asked as he climbed on top of him, “If you’re tired, we can actually-”
“I’m not tired,” Jinki shook his head, getting a grip on Minho’s sweater, “Don’t take back my birthday present . . . please?” he asked lightly.
Minho bit his lips as his face lit up, his hand pulling Jinki’s long honey hair behind his ears.
“You’re so cute, Jinki,” Minho cooed, eyes tracing over the features of his face and down to his jugular.
Jinki felt shyer and wanted to curl in a ball as he retracted his hands to his face, only for Minho to take his wrists and pin them beside his head. Jinki felt himself going bright red and tried looking away-whenever Minho did this romantic stuff, it always felt like the first time and it was always awkward to handle.
Minho leaned closer, kissing the right side of Jinki’s jaw, a breathy laugh on his skin before only moving back a little to look into his eyes, “So cute.”
Jinki looked at him again, slowly shedding from the temporary embarrassment and leaned up, pecking Minho on the lips-he always liked doing that.
“So . . . birthday present now?” Minho asked, once more asking if Jinki was up to it.
“No one’s home, you said,” Jinki nodded, “I really want my present. Please?”
Minho’s thumbs felt over Jinki’s palms, trying to fight a smile, “You’re not supposed to ask for your present.”
Jinki snorted, trying wiggle out of his grasp, failing, “Then don’t ask if I want it, idiot.”
And so, Minho intended to give it to him.
They lip-locked again gently, Minho’s grip on Jinki’s wrists slacking and holding the hem of his shirt, slightly bringing it up.
Jinki unintentionally bit Minho’s bottom lip as he tried pulling back, trying to take the elder’s shirt off. Minho chuckled when his bottom lip was given back and slowly slid the shirt off of him, his hands wandering down his bare front with a childish smile.
Jinki copied him, grabbing the hem of Minho’s shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it to the floor, keeping his hands at Minho’s smooth shoulders.
Minho reconnected their lips, tongue muscles pushing at each other as their hands wandered, both of them shivering in sensitivity. They were wanting more; they were craving it.
Jinki’s fingers laced into Minho’s hair when the younger pulled off, kissing down his neck and to his shoulder, nibbling occasionally as his hands went to Jinki’s jean button, slowly popping it off.
Jinki tensed in response, fingers curling as the younger removed the rest of his clothing, panting as it was getting hotter in the room.
Minho shook off his own pants and before they could even think of it, they were bare-which had never happened in a long time since Yoogeun was born.
Jinki had missed it so, so much. It wasn’t like he wanted the relationship to be all about this, but it felt so odd without this close moment.
“Happy birthday, Jinki,” Minho breathed, caressing his hips in his hands as he slowly kissed every inch of his neck and to his chest.
Jinki arched up a bit, closing his eyes and rolling his head back, exposing his neck more to Minho, “I missed this.”
Minho said nothing, but touched down his stomach, slowly trailing his fingers down Jinki’s body. Jinki couldn’t focus on the noises coming from his throat; it felt so . . . nice.
Jinki released Minho’s hair and pulled his hands down his biceps, holding the thick muscles in his hands, bringing his head up to kiss Minho sincerely, entangling their tongues once more as the breath left their mouths.
It grew hotter and hotter to the point Jinki let go of Minho’s arms and trailed it down Minho’s front, breaking apart as he felt the younger’s skin, “Minho.”
As Minho looked into his eyes, the world dimmed around him-like he was the only thing he could see.
“Minho-ah,” he called again, laying his head back on the pillow, trying to hug Minho to his body, “Minho.”
Minho subtly chuckled, pressing his lips to Jinki’s one more time and whispering, “Alright,” on his lips. Minho’s arm reaching over caught Jinki’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but to shiver in anticipation.
He just wanted Minho, right now. He wanted to make this day just feel incredibly special . . .
Jinki jumped, realizing Minho wasn’t reaching over anymore and had pulled a dampened finger down his inner thigh, moaning out as he felt his erection grow harder. It felt so smooth; so magical.
“You’re so beautiful, Hyung,” Minho whispered, palming himself with the lubricant on his hand, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be like this again,” his finger circled his rim.
“Minho, please,” Jinki groaned, clutching on to his sweaty shoulders, “Please just . . . go.”
There was something at Jinki’s entrance and it caused him to grip Minho harder, prepared for the most discomfort-because it had been a while since he’d been stretched, but he just couldn’t wait. It felt like a waste of time.
“Relax,” Minho whispered, slowly pushing in, pressing his mouth tensely and hard over Jinki’s as he tried to control himself from pushing too fast. Jinki’s small cries were muffled by his mouth and his erection started dying down from the pain.
Minho’s hand reached for his erection and slowly stroked it with care. Jinki’s blunt nails cut into Minho’s shoulders as he felt confused-which one was more dominant: Pain or pleasure?
He forgot how he always couldn’t determine which was more distracting than the other-a little bit of a downside.
Minho kept still, continuously distracting him with the movement of his hand, pressing his lips to Jinki’s neck gently, slightly nibbling on him. Slowly, he was moving just a bit in and out so Jinki could adjust properly.
Jinki clenched his jaw as Minho moved, feeling so virgin again. Had it been this painful before?
But it was slowly-very slowly-subsiding, becoming bearable and good.
“A-ah, Minho-!” Jinki gasped as the pain had finally melted away.
Minho, a little startled, stopped for a second, staring at Jinki in shock.
Jinki felt his face grow hot in embarrassment as he had let himself just moan, “W-what?”
Minho shook his head, the smile returning to his face as he pushed in a little more, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that. Reminds me how much I missed it.”
Jinki tried to hide his face with his arms as Minho pushed in and out, trying to muffle his voice from the shame that spread through his body.
But Minho kept touching him, over and over, everywhere, his finger pulling down his tummy, his hands hitching Jinki’s legs around his waist, penetrating his insides, just everything that was making it hard to keep quiet!
“Don’t do that, baby,” Minho grunted before groaning as he pushed in a little rougher, taking Jinki’s wrists and pinning them beside his head again, “I need to hear you.”
Jinki tried to keep all eye contact away, facing away from him, forcing his wrists away and trying to cover his mouth to save him the mortification.
And then Minho actually had thrust.
And then Jinki’s pretty lips couldn’t stay shut.
He let out an ear piercing sound of pleasure as his entire body felt the greatest shiver run throughout him. He felt uncontrollable-he felt so loose and light. He just let himself speak to Minho with incoherent sounds, begging for Minho.
“Min-” he gasped again, his legs clutching around the younger and his arms constricting around his neck, “Min-ho!”
Minho grunted, clutching on to Jinki’s hips at his desire-filled voice.
“Fast,” he rasped, “P-Please.”
Minho did exactly as he wanted, pushing in and out of him the best he could-probably trying to remember how to do it accurately.
Jinki shook, his head falling back as he arched, his honey hair splayed across his forehead and eyes, more noises descending from his vocal chords.
Minho pressed his lips to Jinki’s once more, growing sloppier by the second, trying to steady himself. Jinki whimpered into his mouth, breathing as harshly as he could. He bit Minho’s bottom lip-the younger shuddering as he was pulled at, offering another pleasuring thrust.
“Ah-Minho,” Jinki cried out, his legs slackening a little, “L-left. A little-left.”
Minho growled in response, seemingly pleased with what he’d found.
When he repeated himself, Jinki wildly yelled out, gasping rapidly as he couldn’t even contain what he’d felt.
It was a rush-such a paralyzing rush that spread like little ants crawling all over; like blood rushing to one part of your body. It was overwhelmingly tense, but he just couldn’t not love it.
“Again,” Jinki ordered, “Go again. Please, Minho.”
He clenched around Minho, his breath cut short every time Minho hit that very spot that drove him to the point of insanity. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t focus well. All he knew was that he felt amazing in the middle of the heat.
And his erection was too hard to hold back anything; he was so incredibly ready to release.
“Min-ngh-Minho,” he choked, “Minho-I-I’m there!”
Minho sucked himself on to Jinki’s neck, “Go.”
And when Minho decided to give him a hickey in the sensitive spot, he was seeing insanely bright lights.
His vision began dotting everywhere as he came to climax, giving a long moan of Minho’s name as he released himself.
Minho didn’t seem done, but Jinki knew he himself was spent and couldn’t go for longer no matter how much he wanted to-he didn’t have the stamina like six years ago.
He wanted Minho to ride himself out, but it would’ve taken too long. Jinki held his breath as he situated his mouth between the juncture of Minho’s neck and shoulder-one of the weakest spots Minho has.
He slid his mouth a little further back and glued himself there, biting down on his flesh and returning the favor of giving him a matching bruise to his own.
Minho let out a surprised gasped as he tensed up and threw himself harder into Jinki before letting himself harshly release. It felt odd to have Minho come inside-foreign, almost-but it didn’t seem gross as he remembered it to be.
Minho pulled himself out, crashing next to the elder, catching his breath before he had anything to say.
Jinki watched his chest heave up and down before slowly turning on to his side (already feeling a little sore), feeling completely sugary as he ran a hand through Minho’s damp hair, removing it from his forehead.
Minho turned his head to look at him, a tired smile on his reddened lips as he engulfed Jinki in a gentle hug, kissing his forehead to remove his hair, “Hyung.” He simply said.
“Thank you,” Jinki sighed, an arm wrapping around Minho’s bare waist, “Thank you so much, baby.”
Minho bashfully smiled, matching the pure light in his froggish eyes before pecking his lips again. And another. Three. Four. Five.
“Minho!” Jinki lightly chuckled.
“Thank your boss for letting you off early,” he whispered, “And to Jonghyun and Key taking Yoogeun and the dog. And your two favorite smells that get you in the mood,” he joked.
Jinki smiled amusedly, kissing Minho’s upper lip, “Where did you get those candles, anyway?”
“Jonghyun,” Minho chuckled.
“. . . Jonghyun?”
“He ordered some high-tech candles for your birthday. But then he ordered way too many and said he didn’t want to give it to you for some reason. I took the opportunity, and of course he didn’t object,” Minho kissed him again.
“Well,” Jinki nodded, closing his eyes and snuggling under Minho’s chin, “I like the candles.”
Minho’s hand trailed down his bare back, humming in response, “I like them, too.”
They both laid there, their panting dying and their breathing evening out.
It was minutes later when Minho said, “Happy birthday again, Jinki.”
Jinki couldn’t even bottle up his cheer and called out, “I love you, Minho-ah.”
“I love you too, Hyung. Happy thirtieth.”
“Don’t remind me I’m thirty,” Jinki sighed, slightly upset, now.
“Your age doesn’t matter,” Minho laughed, running his hand through Jinki’s hair, “You’re still my husband Jinki who is incredibly cute and young. The one who begged to have a baby and let me have a dog. My husband who was literally a sobbing wreck when I proposed eight years ago.”
Jinki weakly punched Minho’s stomach, a smile returning to his face, “Stop it.”
Minho whispered, “. . . Love you.”
He kissed Minho’s chest and settled to sleep.
“I love you, too.”
---Note~---
Uhh...
/Hides somewhere with insane embarrassment
Hi, guys.
Uh... I have no idea what to say about this without smiling and blushing.
I, uh, tried keeping this as light and romantic as possible, so I added the Yiruma song.
I've
written smut before, but I've never posted it. This one is BRAND NEW
(finished about ten minutes ago) so I'm a little... embarrassed to post
it. I feel like shy Jinki, right now.
OnHo is my OTP, so I really love this oneshot, even though the sex is... I'M DONE TALKING ABOUT IT, OKAY.
But,
uh, yeah. I hope no one's disappointed if you were expect something
far-out. I don't really like the, uh, rough stuff a lot. No, that's a
lie. I hate writing it because I get mortified and make sure I hide my computer documents from my parents. If they find this, I swear... xD
A
lot of thought went into this, so that's why it took so long, even
though it feels short to me. I had a lot of careful decisions to make
based on their characters.
I
really like how I wrote these two together; I think I'm really going to
stick with this storyline, so I might write some drabbles about it and
so on.
So thank you to all of you OnHo shippers and everyday readers. I love you all. ^^
/Damn, I really have to stop writing so mushy. xD
BY THE WAY; Yesterday was XIAH'S BIRTHDAY! Today in America, it's his birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNSU. Always Keep the Faith! Love you and your twin. <3
I should try writing some YooSu some time. /HARDCORE SHIP/ xD
OKAY. I should stop talking. Bye.
~Piplupz/FlaMinhoe
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It wasn’t . . . quite the day Jinki imagined it would’ve been.
First, he was so distracted that he wrote the wrong reports and tomorrow’s newspaper was almost ruined until his boss assigned the column to someone else. The worker gave him hateful looks and his boss sternly scolded him for his corruption before telling him to take the day off because he was useless.
Next to that, no one even said a word to him this morning-he even knew all of them personally, so he felt a little . . . left out.
And on top of that, as he walked the street and looked up, dark clouds spread over the sky, forcing a storm over Seoul.
He dug his hands in his coat pockets, sighing as he tried hurrying without slipping on the iced ground. A breeze tossed his hair around, agitating him slightly as the wind hit his forehead. Sometimes he wished it wasn’t winter no matter how pretty snow was.
Jinki looked out of his scarf, climbing up the steps of the townhouse and opening the door.
“I’m ho-”
He stopped-finding no sight of the ordinary. Usually his husband would be on the couch with open arms and a warm smile, the dog prancing around either because Jinki was home or his husband was too lazy to take him out to pee, and the baby would stumble over on his two feet with a childish smile on his face saying ‘Papa’s home!’ (Jinki liked being called Papa, so he let his husband be the one to be called Daddy).
But no one was there-there was just unfamiliar silence.
He shut the door behind him, feeling the sting of shock run through his body, peering through the kitchen to see if the man or baby was in there at all doing at least something for him-like saving him from cooking dinner.
. . . Were they . . . really not home?
“Minho?” Jinki called, receiving silence, “Minho-ah?”
No answer complied and Jinki sighed in disappointment, wondering why in the world would Minho be out on the only day of the week he had off.
He removed his coat, scarf and shoes, putting them in the appropriate places-except the coat. The coat, he tossed on the empty couch-where Minho should be so he could catch it as he teased Jinki about his red nose like he always did in winter.
Jinki took another look around to confirm no one inside, shaking his head as he headed up the stairs. Maybe he should just sleep the rest of today off-it beat being a little depressed and awake. Today didn’t even matter anyway; he just felt old and useless. Why should today be celebrated when it could possibly be the worst day ever?
He checked in the baby’s room-finding no child in the bed or playing with his little toy trucks and Power Rangers. He knew not to panic though-if Minho was gone, he must have the boy with him.
Jinki turned back and crossed the hallway, grabbing the knob to his room and froze when his nose inhaled air.
Pine . . . lots of pine . . . and some cinnamon.
Jinki clenched the knob, his body growing warmer as the two aromas filled him and his senses grew and hotly spiraled down his body to the point where it . . .
Jinki swallowed, peering into the room as he opened it, the smells getting much stronger in a sense-his eyes meeting with candles . . . everywhere on the dressers he could see. He pushed the door wide open, his shock meeting with a nicely dressed (in a black sweater he never saw before) Minho standing in the middle of their room of lit candles (most of them green-pine) with his hands behind his back; a sweet smile on his face.
“Hey, Hyung.”
Hyung. What Minho called him back when they were dating. It sounded so . . . young.
Jinki closed the door slowly behind him, inching towards Minho with confusion on his face.
“Where’s the dog?” That I always drop.
Minho chuckled silently, “Over and Jonghyun and Key’s.”
“And where’s my baby?” That I so desperately need to squeeze right now.
“Yoogeun is also with Jonghyun and Key,” Minho nodded.
Jinki stopped in front of him, shaking his head, deep in lost, “. . . Why?”
Minho’s sweet smile grew charmingly, Jinki feeling a slight blush on his cheeks at such a dazzling feature on his face. Without introduction, Minho brought a bouquet of colorful flowers from behind his back, slowly putting them into Jinki’s hands, “Happy birthday, Jinki Hyung.”
Forgetting work, and in the midst of his blushing and the heat, Jinki chuckled at the cliché gift-but he still loved it. Getting flowers from Minho was just like every monthaversary the first year they dated, “Minho-ah . . . you’re so cheesy.”
Minho teasingly scoffed, tsking at such a comment, “Yeah, well, you like it.”
He nodded in agreement, not taking the chance to deny it. How could he not like flowers and the . . . many candles burning on the dressers . . .
Questions were rising, still.
Minho gestured to all the lit candles, a clever glint in his eyes, “You specifically love the smell of pine and cinnamon, like always. It always eased you.”
Jinki definitely knew there were two ways to the last sentence, shyly smiling with a silent ‘oh’ on his lips. Minho took the flowers from him and putting them on the floor-it seemed to be in the way, now.
“You . . . you still didn’t answer why the dog and Yoogeun aren’t here, you know,” Jinki raised a brow, expecting a full answer instead of these little-to-nothing hints.
Minho stared at him, biting his lips to fight the laughter from having a voice as he placed his hands on Jinki’s hips, pulling him against his body, “I thought it’d be nice if it were you and me today and have a family day tomorrow.”
Jinki looked down in embarrassment as he took in the answer, seeing that it was more obvious when he put Minho saying eased into the sentence before. A very, very shy smile grew and he could feel his cheeks too warm. This all felt so embarrassing yet so sweet at the same time.
Jinki slipped his arms under Minho’s, hugging him as he placed his head under his chin, “I love you, Minho.”
He felt nice in the meaningful embrace; no barking and no whining, just silence and Minho. No where else he would rather be, right now, but just the warmth of body heat he was hugging himself to.
“It’s just you and me tonight,” Minho whispered into his ear, “No dog, no Yoogeun, no friends, just you and me, Jinki.” Minho treaded a hand through Jinki’s hair and Jinki was leaning into his innocent trap as he purred in content.
“No one?” he made sure. Minho was good at pranking-Jonghyun and Key could jump out of the closet if it was really a joke. This could all be phony and Jinki would be stupidly led on.
Minho hummed in reply, his smiling lips kissing his temple as he continued to pull his hands through his hair.
“Then,” Jinki held him tighter, snuggling his face into his neck, “Then, what do you want to do?”
Minho, with a slight chuckle, pushed away a little so Jinki could look at him. He ran his thumb over his forehead, smoothing back the hair from its place to get a clear look at him.
Jinki felt the heat sink into his pores when he looked at Minho, melting inside from his dark irises and easing into being closer.
“Well,” Minho bumped their noses together, a thoughtful look on his face, but Jinki knew he already had an answer, “I had one present in mind if you’re up for it.”
Jinki retracted a hand, timidly placing it to Minho’s cheek, their lips so close yet so far away, “Tell me?”
Minho hotly breathed on his lips, slightly shaking his head before urgently responding, “I’d rather show you.”
And at that point, it may have been .01 seconds later Minho pressed his lips to Jinki’s, holding the back of his neck in his hands, his thumbs toying with his earlobes.
Jinki was the least shocked and couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes, deepening himself into Minho and shivering at the different warmth in the midst of the candle heat.
Jinki grabbed the collar of Minho’s sweater, opening his lips to let his breath pass on, to beg for Minho to take full advantage of the situation.
And Minho did. To Jinki’s liking, he kept one hand to his neck and the other surrounding his waist, pressing their stomachs together. Jinki had to grip on to Minho’s collar harder-the familiar rush inside his blood raced against everything else and just wanted Minho; wanted every inch close enough to him where he could be satisfied.
Minho’s arm around him turned to a hand on his lower back, slowly trudging up, giving Jinki this buzz of want spreading throughout his limbs to the point where he was slowly ready to take this little moment further.
“We should-” Jinki tried disconnecting his lips, only for Minho to find them again and cut him off, “-We should-should blow out the candles,” he suggested, panting heavily as the air left his lungs, kissing the corners of Minho’s mouth.
Minho hadn’t stopped what he was doing, one hand leaving him and searching in his back pocket. Jinki saw it, and kept his gaze towards his hand, seeing a very tiny, travel size remote fished from his pant pocket and pressing the lower half of one big round button.
When the candles dimmed to nothing, Jinki became more amazed than romanticized, trying to ask how that was even possible.
But he wasn’t allowed to; Minho threw the mini remote to the floor (magically not shattering) and brought Jinki back into the kiss, sweetly devouring his lips in sweet desire.
Everything was melting; Jinki couldn’t feel his own legs as their breaths tangled together and Minho had weaved his hand into his hair, tugging down to pull up Jinki’s head, nuzzling his face on his neck.
“Min-ah,” Jinki tried to speak out until Minho’s lips vibrated as he slightly sucked on the spot. Jinki just couldn’t even think straight, let alone speak.
“Minho,” Jinki breathed, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing himself to all of the younger, “Minho.”
Without having to be commanded, Minho’s hands found the back of Jinki’s thighs, hoisting him up without budging from his spot on the elder’s neck, carrying him over to the bed and laying him there, disconnecting unceremoniously and looked at him, excitement rising in his eyes as he smiled at Jinki.
Jinki just smiled softly, running his hand over his cheek affectionately.
“You’re not tired, right?” Minho asked as he climbed on top of him, “If you’re tired, we can actually-”
“I’m not tired,” Jinki shook his head, getting a grip on Minho’s sweater, “Don’t take back my birthday present . . . please?” he asked lightly.
Minho bit his lips as his face lit up, his hand pulling Jinki’s long honey hair behind his ears.
“You’re so cute, Jinki,” Minho cooed, eyes tracing over the features of his face and down to his jugular.
Jinki felt shyer and wanted to curl in a ball as he retracted his hands to his face, only for Minho to take his wrists and pin them beside his head. Jinki felt himself going bright red and tried looking away-whenever Minho did this romantic stuff, it always felt like the first time and it was always awkward to handle.
Minho leaned closer, kissing the right side of Jinki’s jaw, a breathy laugh on his skin before only moving back a little to look into his eyes, “So cute.”
Jinki looked at him again, slowly shedding from the temporary embarrassment and leaned up, pecking Minho on the lips-he always liked doing that.
“So . . . birthday present now?” Minho asked, once more asking if Jinki was up to it.
“No one’s home, you said,” Jinki nodded, “I really want my present. Please?”
Minho’s thumbs felt over Jinki’s palms, trying to fight a smile, “You’re not supposed to ask for your present.”
Jinki snorted, trying wiggle out of his grasp, failing, “Then don’t ask if I want it, idiot.”
And so, Minho intended to give it to him.
They lip-locked again gently, Minho’s grip on Jinki’s wrists slacking and holding the hem of his shirt, slightly bringing it up.
Jinki unintentionally bit Minho’s bottom lip as he tried pulling back, trying to take the elder’s shirt off. Minho chuckled when his bottom lip was given back and slowly slid the shirt off of him, his hands wandering down his bare front with a childish smile.
Jinki copied him, grabbing the hem of Minho’s shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it to the floor, keeping his hands at Minho’s smooth shoulders.
Minho reconnected their lips, tongue muscles pushing at each other as their hands wandered, both of them shivering in sensitivity. They were wanting more; they were craving it.
Jinki’s fingers laced into Minho’s hair when the younger pulled off, kissing down his neck and to his shoulder, nibbling occasionally as his hands went to Jinki’s jean button, slowly popping it off.
Jinki tensed in response, fingers curling as the younger removed the rest of his clothing, panting as it was getting hotter in the room.
Minho shook off his own pants and before they could even think of it, they were bare-which had never happened in a long time since Yoogeun was born.
Jinki had missed it so, so much. It wasn’t like he wanted the relationship to be all about this, but it felt so odd without this close moment.
“Happy birthday, Jinki,” Minho breathed, caressing his hips in his hands as he slowly kissed every inch of his neck and to his chest.
Jinki arched up a bit, closing his eyes and rolling his head back, exposing his neck more to Minho, “I missed this.”
Minho said nothing, but touched down his stomach, slowly trailing his fingers down Jinki’s body. Jinki couldn’t focus on the noises coming from his throat; it felt so . . . nice.
Jinki released Minho’s hair and pulled his hands down his biceps, holding the thick muscles in his hands, bringing his head up to kiss Minho sincerely, entangling their tongues once more as the breath left their mouths.
It grew hotter and hotter to the point Jinki let go of Minho’s arms and trailed it down Minho’s front, breaking apart as he felt the younger’s skin, “Minho.”
As Minho looked into his eyes, the world dimmed around him-like he was the only thing he could see.
“Minho-ah,” he called again, laying his head back on the pillow, trying to hug Minho to his body, “Minho.”
Minho subtly chuckled, pressing his lips to Jinki’s one more time and whispering, “Alright,” on his lips. Minho’s arm reaching over caught Jinki’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but to shiver in anticipation.
He just wanted Minho, right now. He wanted to make this day just feel incredibly special . . .
Jinki jumped, realizing Minho wasn’t reaching over anymore and had pulled a dampened finger down his inner thigh, moaning out as he felt his erection grow harder. It felt so smooth; so magical.
“You’re so beautiful, Hyung,” Minho whispered, palming himself with the lubricant on his hand, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be like this again,” his finger circled his rim.
“Minho, please,” Jinki groaned, clutching on to his sweaty shoulders, “Please just . . . go.”
There was something at Jinki’s entrance and it caused him to grip Minho harder, prepared for the most discomfort-because it had been a while since he’d been stretched, but he just couldn’t wait. It felt like a waste of time.
“Relax,” Minho whispered, slowly pushing in, pressing his mouth tensely and hard over Jinki’s as he tried to control himself from pushing too fast. Jinki’s small cries were muffled by his mouth and his erection started dying down from the pain.
Minho’s hand reached for his erection and slowly stroked it with care. Jinki’s blunt nails cut into Minho’s shoulders as he felt confused-which one was more dominant: Pain or pleasure?
He forgot how he always couldn’t determine which was more distracting than the other-a little bit of a downside.
Minho kept still, continuously distracting him with the movement of his hand, pressing his lips to Jinki’s neck gently, slightly nibbling on him. Slowly, he was moving just a bit in and out so Jinki could adjust properly.
Jinki clenched his jaw as Minho moved, feeling so virgin again. Had it been this painful before?
But it was slowly-very slowly-subsiding, becoming bearable and good.
“A-ah, Minho-!” Jinki gasped as the pain had finally melted away.
Minho, a little startled, stopped for a second, staring at Jinki in shock.
Jinki felt his face grow hot in embarrassment as he had let himself just moan, “W-what?”
Minho shook his head, the smile returning to his face as he pushed in a little more, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that. Reminds me how much I missed it.”
Jinki tried to hide his face with his arms as Minho pushed in and out, trying to muffle his voice from the shame that spread through his body.
But Minho kept touching him, over and over, everywhere, his finger pulling down his tummy, his hands hitching Jinki’s legs around his waist, penetrating his insides, just everything that was making it hard to keep quiet!
“Don’t do that, baby,” Minho grunted before groaning as he pushed in a little rougher, taking Jinki’s wrists and pinning them beside his head again, “I need to hear you.”
Jinki tried to keep all eye contact away, facing away from him, forcing his wrists away and trying to cover his mouth to save him the mortification.
And then Minho actually had thrust.
And then Jinki’s pretty lips couldn’t stay shut.
He let out an ear piercing sound of pleasure as his entire body felt the greatest shiver run throughout him. He felt uncontrollable-he felt so loose and light. He just let himself speak to Minho with incoherent sounds, begging for Minho.
“Min-” he gasped again, his legs clutching around the younger and his arms constricting around his neck, “Min-ho!”
Minho grunted, clutching on to Jinki’s hips at his desire-filled voice.
“Fast,” he rasped, “P-Please.”
Minho did exactly as he wanted, pushing in and out of him the best he could-probably trying to remember how to do it accurately.
Jinki shook, his head falling back as he arched, his honey hair splayed across his forehead and eyes, more noises descending from his vocal chords.
Minho pressed his lips to Jinki’s once more, growing sloppier by the second, trying to steady himself. Jinki whimpered into his mouth, breathing as harshly as he could. He bit Minho’s bottom lip-the younger shuddering as he was pulled at, offering another pleasuring thrust.
“Ah-Minho,” Jinki cried out, his legs slackening a little, “L-left. A little-left.”
Minho growled in response, seemingly pleased with what he’d found.
When he repeated himself, Jinki wildly yelled out, gasping rapidly as he couldn’t even contain what he’d felt.
It was a rush-such a paralyzing rush that spread like little ants crawling all over; like blood rushing to one part of your body. It was overwhelmingly tense, but he just couldn’t not love it.
“Again,” Jinki ordered, “Go again. Please, Minho.”
He clenched around Minho, his breath cut short every time Minho hit that very spot that drove him to the point of insanity. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t focus well. All he knew was that he felt amazing in the middle of the heat.
And his erection was too hard to hold back anything; he was so incredibly ready to release.
“Min-ngh-Minho,” he choked, “Minho-I-I’m there!”
Minho sucked himself on to Jinki’s neck, “Go.”
And when Minho decided to give him a hickey in the sensitive spot, he was seeing insanely bright lights.
His vision began dotting everywhere as he came to climax, giving a long moan of Minho’s name as he released himself.
Minho didn’t seem done, but Jinki knew he himself was spent and couldn’t go for longer no matter how much he wanted to-he didn’t have the stamina like six years ago.
He wanted Minho to ride himself out, but it would’ve taken too long. Jinki held his breath as he situated his mouth between the juncture of Minho’s neck and shoulder-one of the weakest spots Minho has.
He slid his mouth a little further back and glued himself there, biting down on his flesh and returning the favor of giving him a matching bruise to his own.
Minho let out a surprised gasped as he tensed up and threw himself harder into Jinki before letting himself harshly release. It felt odd to have Minho come inside-foreign, almost-but it didn’t seem gross as he remembered it to be.
Minho pulled himself out, crashing next to the elder, catching his breath before he had anything to say.
Jinki watched his chest heave up and down before slowly turning on to his side (already feeling a little sore), feeling completely sugary as he ran a hand through Minho’s damp hair, removing it from his forehead.
Minho turned his head to look at him, a tired smile on his reddened lips as he engulfed Jinki in a gentle hug, kissing his forehead to remove his hair, “Hyung.” He simply said.
“Thank you,” Jinki sighed, an arm wrapping around Minho’s bare waist, “Thank you so much, baby.”
Minho bashfully smiled, matching the pure light in his froggish eyes before pecking his lips again. And another. Three. Four. Five.
“Minho!” Jinki lightly chuckled.
“Thank your boss for letting you off early,” he whispered, “And to Jonghyun and Key taking Yoogeun and the dog. And your two favorite smells that get you in the mood,” he joked.
Jinki smiled amusedly, kissing Minho’s upper lip, “Where did you get those candles, anyway?”
“Jonghyun,” Minho chuckled.
“. . . Jonghyun?”
“He ordered some high-tech candles for your birthday. But then he ordered way too many and said he didn’t want to give it to you for some reason. I took the opportunity, and of course he didn’t object,” Minho kissed him again.
“Well,” Jinki nodded, closing his eyes and snuggling under Minho’s chin, “I like the candles.”
Minho’s hand trailed down his bare back, humming in response, “I like them, too.”
They both laid there, their panting dying and their breathing evening out.
It was minutes later when Minho said, “Happy birthday again, Jinki.”
Jinki couldn’t even bottle up his cheer and called out, “I love you, Minho-ah.”
“I love you too, Hyung. Happy thirtieth.”
“Don’t remind me I’m thirty,” Jinki sighed, slightly upset, now.
“Your age doesn’t matter,” Minho laughed, running his hand through Jinki’s hair, “You’re still my husband Jinki who is incredibly cute and young. The one who begged to have a baby and let me have a dog. My husband who was literally a sobbing wreck when I proposed eight years ago.”
Jinki weakly punched Minho’s stomach, a smile returning to his face, “Stop it.”
Minho whispered, “. . . Love you.”
He kissed Minho’s chest and settled to sleep.
“I love you, too.”
---Note~---
Uhh...
/Hides somewhere with insane embarrassment
Hi, guys.
Uh... I have no idea what to say about this without smiling and blushing.
I, uh, tried keeping this as light and romantic as possible, so I added the Yiruma song.
I've
written smut before, but I've never posted it. This one is BRAND NEW
(finished about ten minutes ago) so I'm a little... embarrassed to post
it. I feel like shy Jinki, right now.
OnHo is my OTP, so I really love this oneshot, even though the sex is... I'M DONE TALKING ABOUT IT, OKAY.
But,
uh, yeah. I hope no one's disappointed if you were expect something
far-out. I don't really like the, uh, rough stuff a lot. No, that's a
lie. I hate writing it because I get mortified and make sure I hide my computer documents from my parents. If they find this, I swear... xD
A
lot of thought went into this, so that's why it took so long, even
though it feels short to me. I had a lot of careful decisions to make
based on their characters.
I
really like how I wrote these two together; I think I'm really going to
stick with this storyline, so I might write some drabbles about it and
so on.
So thank you to all of you OnHo shippers and everyday readers. I love you all. ^^
/Damn, I really have to stop writing so mushy. xD
BY THE WAY; Yesterday was XIAH'S BIRTHDAY! Today in America, it's his birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNSU. Always Keep the Faith! Love you and your twin. <3
I should try writing some YooSu some time. /HARDCORE SHIP/ xD
OKAY. I should stop talking. Bye.
~Piplupz/FlaMinhoe
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