[fic] Jonghyun/Taemin - SHINee - Unleash, Unchain
Title: Unleash, Unchain
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: pwp
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It was never supposed to get this far. The intentions were clear: make it hot, make it spectacular, make it something the fangirls will cream themselves over time and time again. Innuendos, suggestiveness, grinding hips and wandering fingers, lips parted and close enough for their laboured, hot breaths to mix. On stage. Under the blinding lights, surrounded by the deafening screams of hundreds of fans unblinkingly staring right at the display presented to them.
Comments: I know everyone and their mom already ficced the jongtae performance and wrote good smut but DOESN’T STOP ME haha so here’s my version. I hope you enjoy.
Also, this is for Ree, because she’s lovely and she’s the Jonghyun to my Key 8D
It was never supposed to get this far. The intentions were clear: make it hot, make it spectacular, make it something the fangirls will cream themselves over time and time again. Innuendos, suggestiveness, grinding hips and wandering fingers, lips parted and close enough for their laboured, hot breaths to mix. On stage. Under the blinding lights, surrounded by the deafening screams of hundreds of fans unblinkingly staring right at the display presented to them.
Make it look like you want to fuck each other’s brains out, boys.
Only, making it look like it was never supposed to turn into actually wanting it. When Jonghyun reaches out and twines his fingers into Taemin’s hair, bends his head backwards to be able to run his lips down his throat, it makes them both shudder. This time, when their bodies press together there’s no need to act anything. Taemin bucks against Jonghyun willingly, desperately, trying to feel the hard planes of his body against his own. Jonghyun seems almost frenzied, bringing his mouth so close that Taemin is certain he’ll kiss him this time, for real.
Suddenly Taemin realizes how screwed they really are. One wrong move and the façade will come crashing down, and he doesn’t want to see the reactions from the people around them. He doesn’t want their manager to look at them, disappointed, or people to start whispering behind their backs. Most importantly, he doesn’t want to start dry-humping Jonghyun on stage, since as much as the fans love them being touchy they didn’t pay to see full-on porn.
It’s hard, though, with the way Jonghyun seems to be completely unaware of the way their push-and-pull has managed to throw Taemin over the line, nudge him just that little bit too far. He looks at Taemin with sparkling eyes that look nearly black in this light, his lips curved into a cocky smirk that seems to be saying he’s in control of everything. Taemin can only hope that everyone thinks he’s just that good an actor, able to fake this kind of horniness.
There’s nothing fake in the bulge straining the front of his pants, though. He almost wishes he could just stick his hand down his front and jerk off right then and there, but at least the coherent part of his mind is still in control enough to hold him back. Instead he focuses on channelling all of that into the performance, lets the desire melt into his blood flow until he’s moving like liquid seduction.
If the flash in Jonghyun’s eyes is anything to go by he doesn’t miss the change. This eggs Taemin on, gives him even more courage, feels like little explosions down his nerve-tracks and he’s unable to stop. By the time they’re at the end of the performance and Jonghyun breaks out the handcuffs, he’s pretty much ready to ask for being cuffed into the stage props so they can get it on for real.
Of course none of that happens and in a whirl they’re out, down the stage and hurrying out of the way for the next song. They know they have a break now but while Taemin thinks he’ll use it to discreetly jack off in the toilet, Jonghyun obviously has other ideas judging by the way he doesn’t release Taemin from the cuffs and instead drags him along.
Even when Taemin is slammed against a tiled wall he doesn’t get a single word in to protest as there’s a hot mouth on his, a tongue urgently parting his lips to deepen the contact. It sends another hot flash of desire down Taemin’s spine and he doesn’t even think when he bucks up and grinds against Jonghyun’s bulky frame again, and again and again, desperate for any friction. Only when Jonghyun finally pulls back for air does it hit him what’s going on.
“Jonghyun,” Taemin hisses through clenched teeth, the urgency in his voice impossible to miss. Only that he doesn’t even know himself what he’s actually so desperate for: whether he wants to stop everything right the fuck now or whether he just wants them to get it on properly. He’s inclined to believe the latter. “We’re in a goddamn bathroom,” he adds, for good measure, hoping it’s enough since honestly, the way Jonghyun is palming his erection through his pants is so distracting he doesn’t have anything else to say. Especially with his own wrist still cuffed to that very hand.
“So?” Jonghyun smirks. It’s somewhat infuriating, or would be if it didn’t turn Taemin on so badly. It’s almost too easy how Jonghyun slides down the zipper and sneaks his fingers into Taemin’s pants. Now there’s nothing more than the thin barrier of his underwear between them and the almost possessive way Jonghyun grabs him makes Taemin kind of lightheaded.
“So,” Taemin begins. He pauses, since he’s really not sure what comes after that. He’s not really even sure if it’s worth it to keep fighting it. So in those few seconds his mind comes to a conclusion, gives one big ‘fuck it’ and he throws caution to the wind. His thin fingers curl around Jonghyun’s bicep and he yanks him closer, brings their faces only an inch apart. “Don’t have time for playing games. Get it on.”
That’s enough to make Jonghyun laugh but he doesn’t object to the suggestion, not in the slightest. Instead he brings his free hand between their bodies too, to finally get rid of both their pants properly. Once the fabric barrier is out of the way Taemin almost sighs in relief, only to have the sound turn into a hitched moan when Jonghyun wraps his hand around his aching hard on. The pads of Jonghyun’s fingers are rough as he gives Taemin a few quick strokes, but that’s exactly how it should be right now.
“You know what I want?” Jonghyun asks after a second, his lips pressed against Taemin’s sharp jawline as he speaks, each word slow and measured. “You know what I’m going to do to you?” The question is underlined by a flick of his tongue, a hot sweep over Taemin’s jugular, and if there’s something that renders Taemin incapable of answering anything, this must be it. In any case he doesn’t get a single word in before Jonghyun goes on. “I’m going to suck your dick, Taemin, how would you like that? I’m going to suck you until you’re shaking and begging for me to slam you down and fuck you raw.”
Now, Taemin never knew he had a fetish for something like this but turns out there are many things he’s never known of himself. Obviously. Thankfully Jonghyun seems to read him like an open book, as his whimper is clearly enough of an agreement and Jonghyun is already sliding down on his knees. It’s not exactly graceful, as Jonghyun lacks the finesse in his movements, but he makes it up for that in sheer strength. Taemin couldn’t care less for the fine details right now, all he needs to know is that his cock is going to be in that lush mouth and he’s going to love every second of it.
Jonghyun seems to be very well aware of that, too, judging by the way he grins up at Taemin. He places his hand- the one that is still attached to the handcuffs - on Taemin’s hip, rubbing on the soft skin covering the protruding hipbone. It’s already enough to make Taemin hold his breath and inwardly he curses himself for being so easy. He should hold back, keep his cool, look a lot more casual and - oh fuck.
The back of Taemin’s head hits the wall behind him with a thud as he releases all air from his lungs, his hips snapping forward on their own accord. Obviously Jonghyun isn’t up for teasing, at least not right now, as there’s nothing slow or hesitant in the way he closes his lips around Taemin’s cock and instantly slides down, taking an inch after inch. It’s the hardest thing Taemin has ever done in his life, trying to hold back instead of freely thrusting into Jonghyun’s mouth, but he doesn’t want to screw this up by being too demanding straight up from the beginning.
It turns out he wouldn’t have needed to worry about that. Not in the slightest. Everything is kind of pleasantly hazy so Taemin barely registers the tug on his wrist at first. Only when the cuffs cut into his skin enough to sting he realizes that Jonghyun is trying to move their joined hands, and instantly he snaps into motion. His hand is placed on Jonghyun’s head and automatically he twines his fingers into the soft strands of hair, taking a good grip.
Even that doesn’t make him expect the next move, though. Jonghyun places his hand atop Taemin’s, giving it a small squeeze as he coevally moves in again to deepthroat him. It’s as if he’s purposefully trying to make Taemin snap, to break his inhibitions and just make him show what he wants. Or maybe Taemin is reading too much into things, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t even really care. Not when he uses the grip he has of Jonghyun’s short hair to yank his head closer, his face practically pressed against his crotch, and meets virtually no resistance.
Holy fuck that’s got to be the hottest thing he’s ever seen, or felt, or imagined. Experimentally he repeats the gesture and again Jonghyun just willingly follows his lead. If anything, Jonghyun seems to be enjoying it too, judging by the way he moans deep in his throat and sucks hard every time his head is being pulled back. He’s definitely touching himself, as well, it’s impossible to miss.
It’s only now that Taemin finally forces his eyes open to look down, and it tears down his self control in a split second. Jonghyun’s lips are reddened, stretched thin around the base of Taemin’s cock and that alone makes an intense wave of pure lust wash through Taemin. Within seconds he stops being considerate, stops thinking altogether and grips Jonghyun’s hair even tighter to guide him up and down his shaft. He’s so hard it almost hurts and the obscene slurping sounds Jonghyun makes aren’t helping one bit.
The feeling of power rushes through Taemin and he uses a moment of clarity to get a grip enough to slow things down a bit. He pulls Jonghyun’s head back until the head of his cock is barely touching those reddened lips, swirls his hips and enjoys the way Jonghyun whines disapprovingly. “You want it back, hyung?” He asks, sounding a lot more coherent than he feels. What he receives as an answer is a sound of approval that makes his blood boil in his veins, evaporating into thin air.
As a reward he slams his hips forward again and miraculously Jonghyun hardly even sputters. He seems to have no troubles with his gag reflex as he simply opens his jaw wider and allows Taemin to fuck his mouth with rough bursts. It gets about a thousand times better a second later when the tightness increases, and only vaguely Taemin realizes that fuck, Jonghyun is actually swallowing around him. Where the hell did he learn that!?
That’s all that he needs at that moment and only barely manages to pull back as he comes hard, all over Jonghyun’s face. It seems to be appreciated judging by the way a low, melodic moan easily escapes Jonghyun’s throat, his head tipping back as he closes his eyes and doesn’t even try to move away.
Taemin is still shaking from the aftershocks of his climax when suddenly Jonghyun is all up in his personal space, kissing him hard. It smears the sticky release all over both their faces but neither of them really cares, not when they have better things to focus on. First of all the searing kiss that mirrors all the sheer need that’s been piling up for so long, for too long to keep it under wraps anymore.
Before Taemin knows what’s happening he’s being spun around to face the wall. With some effort Jonghyun manages to manoeuvre his arm over Taemin’s head until it’s resting against his chest, their wrists still linked by the unrelenting handcuffs. It’s like a half-embrace, and instinctively Taemin grabs the front of his own shirt to have something to hold on to in the midst of this all. Then, Jonghyun is pressing against him, all hot and hard and oozing horniness.
Until something occurs to Taemin and he snaps his head around to glare at the other man the best he can in his dishevelled state. “You can’t just fuck me now!” he protests. “We still have half a show to perform!” As much as he wants it - and god he does, he does so much - he still has some sense left in his mind and he knows he won’t be able to pull off the rest of the choreographies if he now lets Jonghyun unleash all of that raw energy on him. As if to emphasize his words he squirms a bit, but it only results in Jonghyun tightening his hold.
“Don’t worry,” Jonghyun breathes right into Taemin’s ear, making the younger man want to take back his words right at this instant. He doesn’t, though, and Jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind as he kicks Taemin’s legs closer until his thighs are pressed together. “We’ll get to that later. Later.” Jonghyun’s voice is breathy but the promise is clear, and Taemin shudders lightly as he imagines what the evening will bring with it, the after show party and working off all the extra energy. It sounds like Jonghyun has a plan.
At least he certainly has a plan right now, determined to gain what he wants. Possessively Jonghyun tightens his hold on Taemin and pulls him closer against his chest, the heat radiating off their bodies almost unbearable now that there’s not a single inch between them. Then he finally flexes his hips and pushes his cock between Taemin’s thighs, grunting at the feeling. He tries to muffle the sound by burying his face in Taemin’s neck but there’s no way he can be completely quiet, not when he starts moving erratically.
Taemin catches on quick and shifts, crosses his ankles to increase the friction as his thighs clamp closer together. It earns him a low, shuddering sigh from Jonghyun and that alone is reward enough. Taemin can tell Jonghyun is dying to mark his flesh, judging by the way his teeth are hovering right above the sweaty skin, but he manages to resist. Instead there’s a faint brush of chapped lips right in the crook of Taemin’s neck and it makes jolts of electricity shoot down his spine.
“Imagine what we’ll do after,” Jonghyun breathes out lowly, his hips stuttering as he snaps them forward a couple of times particularly hard. “When we’re back. In our room.” His words are like a promise, though, and Taemin finds himself nodding, eyes closed as he focuses on the way Jonghyun seems to be all around him, filling all of his senses, pushing them into overdrive.
Somehow, Taemin manages to swallow to lessen the dryness in his throat. “Trust me,” he smirks as he goes on, dropping his voice as low as he can, “hyung, I do.” He knows to expect how the way he stresses the honorific makes Jonghyun nearly pause in mid-movement, only to then release an almost animalistic groan as he grips Taemin’s hips tight, his other hand balling Taemin’s shirt in his fist.
It’s rough, it’s messy, and it’s over within seconds. Jonghyun’s hold on Taemin is so tight it almost hurts but as soon as he’s coming down from his initial high he’s quickly easing it, only holding Taemin in a loose circle of his arms. It feels really nice and for a second Taemin wishes they weren’t right in the middle of a concert, still.
For a good moment they stay still, focusing on calming down. It’s Taemin who moves first, stumbles a little as he straightens his legs and nudges Jonghyun off him. “We need to go back,” he whispers, fully well aware of how sulky he sounds. He knows they’ll be soon hunted down though, can already imagine the way their manager or one of their groupmates might just burst through that door any second.
Jonghyun grunts but doesn’t protest. He pulls back enough to spin Taemin around again and kisses him, so passionate that it makes Taemin’s mind short-circuit. Once again.
There’s a click and the kiss breaks, leaving Taemin with his hands falling limply to his sides, now free of the handcuffs.
Jonghyun pulls back and the grin on his lips is nothing short of mischievous. “We’ll be needing these later,” he sing-songs, swirling the metal around his index finger.
Taemin laughs. “Just, go.”
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the word document looked like this when I started writing and I kept the photo there for ~inspiration~ throughout! I’m still not over the performance tbh and no Ree I am not a blinger and idek.
they should have more performances like that. like, minkey /coughs
ok I shut up and go to bed now!
and Ree my little pumpernikkeli I love you~♥
@DW.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: pwp
Pairing: Jonghyun/Taemin
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It was never supposed to get this far. The intentions were clear: make it hot, make it spectacular, make it something the fangirls will cream themselves over time and time again. Innuendos, suggestiveness, grinding hips and wandering fingers, lips parted and close enough for their laboured, hot breaths to mix. On stage. Under the blinding lights, surrounded by the deafening screams of hundreds of fans unblinkingly staring right at the display presented to them.
Comments: I know everyone and their mom already ficced the jongtae performance and wrote good smut but DOESN’T STOP ME haha so here’s my version. I hope you enjoy.
Also, this is for Ree, because she’s lovely and she’s the Jonghyun to my Key 8D
It was never supposed to get this far. The intentions were clear: make it hot, make it spectacular, make it something the fangirls will cream themselves over time and time again. Innuendos, suggestiveness, grinding hips and wandering fingers, lips parted and close enough for their laboured, hot breaths to mix. On stage. Under the blinding lights, surrounded by the deafening screams of hundreds of fans unblinkingly staring right at the display presented to them.
Make it look like you want to fuck each other’s brains out, boys.
Only, making it look like it was never supposed to turn into actually wanting it. When Jonghyun reaches out and twines his fingers into Taemin’s hair, bends his head backwards to be able to run his lips down his throat, it makes them both shudder. This time, when their bodies press together there’s no need to act anything. Taemin bucks against Jonghyun willingly, desperately, trying to feel the hard planes of his body against his own. Jonghyun seems almost frenzied, bringing his mouth so close that Taemin is certain he’ll kiss him this time, for real.
Suddenly Taemin realizes how screwed they really are. One wrong move and the façade will come crashing down, and he doesn’t want to see the reactions from the people around them. He doesn’t want their manager to look at them, disappointed, or people to start whispering behind their backs. Most importantly, he doesn’t want to start dry-humping Jonghyun on stage, since as much as the fans love them being touchy they didn’t pay to see full-on porn.
It’s hard, though, with the way Jonghyun seems to be completely unaware of the way their push-and-pull has managed to throw Taemin over the line, nudge him just that little bit too far. He looks at Taemin with sparkling eyes that look nearly black in this light, his lips curved into a cocky smirk that seems to be saying he’s in control of everything. Taemin can only hope that everyone thinks he’s just that good an actor, able to fake this kind of horniness.
There’s nothing fake in the bulge straining the front of his pants, though. He almost wishes he could just stick his hand down his front and jerk off right then and there, but at least the coherent part of his mind is still in control enough to hold him back. Instead he focuses on channelling all of that into the performance, lets the desire melt into his blood flow until he’s moving like liquid seduction.
If the flash in Jonghyun’s eyes is anything to go by he doesn’t miss the change. This eggs Taemin on, gives him even more courage, feels like little explosions down his nerve-tracks and he’s unable to stop. By the time they’re at the end of the performance and Jonghyun breaks out the handcuffs, he’s pretty much ready to ask for being cuffed into the stage props so they can get it on for real.
Of course none of that happens and in a whirl they’re out, down the stage and hurrying out of the way for the next song. They know they have a break now but while Taemin thinks he’ll use it to discreetly jack off in the toilet, Jonghyun obviously has other ideas judging by the way he doesn’t release Taemin from the cuffs and instead drags him along.
Even when Taemin is slammed against a tiled wall he doesn’t get a single word in to protest as there’s a hot mouth on his, a tongue urgently parting his lips to deepen the contact. It sends another hot flash of desire down Taemin’s spine and he doesn’t even think when he bucks up and grinds against Jonghyun’s bulky frame again, and again and again, desperate for any friction. Only when Jonghyun finally pulls back for air does it hit him what’s going on.
“Jonghyun,” Taemin hisses through clenched teeth, the urgency in his voice impossible to miss. Only that he doesn’t even know himself what he’s actually so desperate for: whether he wants to stop everything right the fuck now or whether he just wants them to get it on properly. He’s inclined to believe the latter. “We’re in a goddamn bathroom,” he adds, for good measure, hoping it’s enough since honestly, the way Jonghyun is palming his erection through his pants is so distracting he doesn’t have anything else to say. Especially with his own wrist still cuffed to that very hand.
“So?” Jonghyun smirks. It’s somewhat infuriating, or would be if it didn’t turn Taemin on so badly. It’s almost too easy how Jonghyun slides down the zipper and sneaks his fingers into Taemin’s pants. Now there’s nothing more than the thin barrier of his underwear between them and the almost possessive way Jonghyun grabs him makes Taemin kind of lightheaded.
“So,” Taemin begins. He pauses, since he’s really not sure what comes after that. He’s not really even sure if it’s worth it to keep fighting it. So in those few seconds his mind comes to a conclusion, gives one big ‘fuck it’ and he throws caution to the wind. His thin fingers curl around Jonghyun’s bicep and he yanks him closer, brings their faces only an inch apart. “Don’t have time for playing games. Get it on.”
That’s enough to make Jonghyun laugh but he doesn’t object to the suggestion, not in the slightest. Instead he brings his free hand between their bodies too, to finally get rid of both their pants properly. Once the fabric barrier is out of the way Taemin almost sighs in relief, only to have the sound turn into a hitched moan when Jonghyun wraps his hand around his aching hard on. The pads of Jonghyun’s fingers are rough as he gives Taemin a few quick strokes, but that’s exactly how it should be right now.
“You know what I want?” Jonghyun asks after a second, his lips pressed against Taemin’s sharp jawline as he speaks, each word slow and measured. “You know what I’m going to do to you?” The question is underlined by a flick of his tongue, a hot sweep over Taemin’s jugular, and if there’s something that renders Taemin incapable of answering anything, this must be it. In any case he doesn’t get a single word in before Jonghyun goes on. “I’m going to suck your dick, Taemin, how would you like that? I’m going to suck you until you’re shaking and begging for me to slam you down and fuck you raw.”
Now, Taemin never knew he had a fetish for something like this but turns out there are many things he’s never known of himself. Obviously. Thankfully Jonghyun seems to read him like an open book, as his whimper is clearly enough of an agreement and Jonghyun is already sliding down on his knees. It’s not exactly graceful, as Jonghyun lacks the finesse in his movements, but he makes it up for that in sheer strength. Taemin couldn’t care less for the fine details right now, all he needs to know is that his cock is going to be in that lush mouth and he’s going to love every second of it.
Jonghyun seems to be very well aware of that, too, judging by the way he grins up at Taemin. He places his hand- the one that is still attached to the handcuffs - on Taemin’s hip, rubbing on the soft skin covering the protruding hipbone. It’s already enough to make Taemin hold his breath and inwardly he curses himself for being so easy. He should hold back, keep his cool, look a lot more casual and - oh fuck.
The back of Taemin’s head hits the wall behind him with a thud as he releases all air from his lungs, his hips snapping forward on their own accord. Obviously Jonghyun isn’t up for teasing, at least not right now, as there’s nothing slow or hesitant in the way he closes his lips around Taemin’s cock and instantly slides down, taking an inch after inch. It’s the hardest thing Taemin has ever done in his life, trying to hold back instead of freely thrusting into Jonghyun’s mouth, but he doesn’t want to screw this up by being too demanding straight up from the beginning.
It turns out he wouldn’t have needed to worry about that. Not in the slightest. Everything is kind of pleasantly hazy so Taemin barely registers the tug on his wrist at first. Only when the cuffs cut into his skin enough to sting he realizes that Jonghyun is trying to move their joined hands, and instantly he snaps into motion. His hand is placed on Jonghyun’s head and automatically he twines his fingers into the soft strands of hair, taking a good grip.
Even that doesn’t make him expect the next move, though. Jonghyun places his hand atop Taemin’s, giving it a small squeeze as he coevally moves in again to deepthroat him. It’s as if he’s purposefully trying to make Taemin snap, to break his inhibitions and just make him show what he wants. Or maybe Taemin is reading too much into things, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t even really care. Not when he uses the grip he has of Jonghyun’s short hair to yank his head closer, his face practically pressed against his crotch, and meets virtually no resistance.
Holy fuck that’s got to be the hottest thing he’s ever seen, or felt, or imagined. Experimentally he repeats the gesture and again Jonghyun just willingly follows his lead. If anything, Jonghyun seems to be enjoying it too, judging by the way he moans deep in his throat and sucks hard every time his head is being pulled back. He’s definitely touching himself, as well, it’s impossible to miss.
It’s only now that Taemin finally forces his eyes open to look down, and it tears down his self control in a split second. Jonghyun’s lips are reddened, stretched thin around the base of Taemin’s cock and that alone makes an intense wave of pure lust wash through Taemin. Within seconds he stops being considerate, stops thinking altogether and grips Jonghyun’s hair even tighter to guide him up and down his shaft. He’s so hard it almost hurts and the obscene slurping sounds Jonghyun makes aren’t helping one bit.
The feeling of power rushes through Taemin and he uses a moment of clarity to get a grip enough to slow things down a bit. He pulls Jonghyun’s head back until the head of his cock is barely touching those reddened lips, swirls his hips and enjoys the way Jonghyun whines disapprovingly. “You want it back, hyung?” He asks, sounding a lot more coherent than he feels. What he receives as an answer is a sound of approval that makes his blood boil in his veins, evaporating into thin air.
As a reward he slams his hips forward again and miraculously Jonghyun hardly even sputters. He seems to have no troubles with his gag reflex as he simply opens his jaw wider and allows Taemin to fuck his mouth with rough bursts. It gets about a thousand times better a second later when the tightness increases, and only vaguely Taemin realizes that fuck, Jonghyun is actually swallowing around him. Where the hell did he learn that!?
That’s all that he needs at that moment and only barely manages to pull back as he comes hard, all over Jonghyun’s face. It seems to be appreciated judging by the way a low, melodic moan easily escapes Jonghyun’s throat, his head tipping back as he closes his eyes and doesn’t even try to move away.
Taemin is still shaking from the aftershocks of his climax when suddenly Jonghyun is all up in his personal space, kissing him hard. It smears the sticky release all over both their faces but neither of them really cares, not when they have better things to focus on. First of all the searing kiss that mirrors all the sheer need that’s been piling up for so long, for too long to keep it under wraps anymore.
Before Taemin knows what’s happening he’s being spun around to face the wall. With some effort Jonghyun manages to manoeuvre his arm over Taemin’s head until it’s resting against his chest, their wrists still linked by the unrelenting handcuffs. It’s like a half-embrace, and instinctively Taemin grabs the front of his own shirt to have something to hold on to in the midst of this all. Then, Jonghyun is pressing against him, all hot and hard and oozing horniness.
Until something occurs to Taemin and he snaps his head around to glare at the other man the best he can in his dishevelled state. “You can’t just fuck me now!” he protests. “We still have half a show to perform!” As much as he wants it - and god he does, he does so much - he still has some sense left in his mind and he knows he won’t be able to pull off the rest of the choreographies if he now lets Jonghyun unleash all of that raw energy on him. As if to emphasize his words he squirms a bit, but it only results in Jonghyun tightening his hold.
“Don’t worry,” Jonghyun breathes right into Taemin’s ear, making the younger man want to take back his words right at this instant. He doesn’t, though, and Jonghyun doesn’t seem to mind as he kicks Taemin’s legs closer until his thighs are pressed together. “We’ll get to that later. Later.” Jonghyun’s voice is breathy but the promise is clear, and Taemin shudders lightly as he imagines what the evening will bring with it, the after show party and working off all the extra energy. It sounds like Jonghyun has a plan.
At least he certainly has a plan right now, determined to gain what he wants. Possessively Jonghyun tightens his hold on Taemin and pulls him closer against his chest, the heat radiating off their bodies almost unbearable now that there’s not a single inch between them. Then he finally flexes his hips and pushes his cock between Taemin’s thighs, grunting at the feeling. He tries to muffle the sound by burying his face in Taemin’s neck but there’s no way he can be completely quiet, not when he starts moving erratically.
Taemin catches on quick and shifts, crosses his ankles to increase the friction as his thighs clamp closer together. It earns him a low, shuddering sigh from Jonghyun and that alone is reward enough. Taemin can tell Jonghyun is dying to mark his flesh, judging by the way his teeth are hovering right above the sweaty skin, but he manages to resist. Instead there’s a faint brush of chapped lips right in the crook of Taemin’s neck and it makes jolts of electricity shoot down his spine.
“Imagine what we’ll do after,” Jonghyun breathes out lowly, his hips stuttering as he snaps them forward a couple of times particularly hard. “When we’re back. In our room.” His words are like a promise, though, and Taemin finds himself nodding, eyes closed as he focuses on the way Jonghyun seems to be all around him, filling all of his senses, pushing them into overdrive.
Somehow, Taemin manages to swallow to lessen the dryness in his throat. “Trust me,” he smirks as he goes on, dropping his voice as low as he can, “hyung, I do.” He knows to expect how the way he stresses the honorific makes Jonghyun nearly pause in mid-movement, only to then release an almost animalistic groan as he grips Taemin’s hips tight, his other hand balling Taemin’s shirt in his fist.
It’s rough, it’s messy, and it’s over within seconds. Jonghyun’s hold on Taemin is so tight it almost hurts but as soon as he’s coming down from his initial high he’s quickly easing it, only holding Taemin in a loose circle of his arms. It feels really nice and for a second Taemin wishes they weren’t right in the middle of a concert, still.
For a good moment they stay still, focusing on calming down. It’s Taemin who moves first, stumbles a little as he straightens his legs and nudges Jonghyun off him. “We need to go back,” he whispers, fully well aware of how sulky he sounds. He knows they’ll be soon hunted down though, can already imagine the way their manager or one of their groupmates might just burst through that door any second.
Jonghyun grunts but doesn’t protest. He pulls back enough to spin Taemin around again and kisses him, so passionate that it makes Taemin’s mind short-circuit. Once again.
There’s a click and the kiss breaks, leaving Taemin with his hands falling limply to his sides, now free of the handcuffs.
Jonghyun pulls back and the grin on his lips is nothing short of mischievous. “We’ll be needing these later,” he sing-songs, swirling the metal around his index finger.
Taemin laughs. “Just, go.”
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the word document looked like this when I started writing and I kept the photo there for ~inspiration~ throughout! I’m still not over the performance tbh and no Ree I am not a blinger and idek.
they should have more performances like that. like, minkey /coughs
ok I shut up and go to bed now!
and Ree my little pumpernikkeli I love you~♥
@DW.