electric fire
electric fire
kyuhyun/jino, nc-17, 1331 words
jino is a teasing little bastard.
for bonomanic, ty bb for the encouragement and cheerleading and general hand-holding, ilu. i really hope you like it ;-;
Fuck, Kyuhyun thinks, fuck Jino with his rich, lyrical voice of sex. Fuck the Sukira Open Broadcast people who thought it was a good idea to let Jino sing his “Incomplete” solo. Fuck Jonghyun who took his seat early so Kyuhyun had to be right beside this sexy beast. Fuck the stylists who put Jino in a leather jacket. Fuck his brain for being inside his pants.
I don’t wanna be alone,” Jino sings - no, does magic with his voice, and Kyuhyun has to grip his microphone that much tighter when Jino does this little smooth slide to a high note that was simply orgasmic, and he places his hands over his crotch, because his pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and he didn’t really feel like showing his goods to the world, thank you very much.
What he did feel like, though, was to fuck Jino senseless because nobody else, not even Yesung who had probably the voice of sex in SM, raised goosebumps on his back and sent electric jolts through his spine with that gorgeous chocolate voice pouring out of that mouth. That mouth, Kyuhyun thinks, that would fit perfect on his cock. It didn’t help that Jino had been teasing him for the past week now, he swears, and no, he wasn’t being delusional. Yesterday had Jino brushing Kyuhyun’s crotch accidentally-on-purpose (fucking on purpose, who was he kidding), and when Kyuhyun had looked questioningly at Jino all he had gotten was a very unsatisfactory smirk glinting in those eyes, and a hard-on that he had to take care of himself.
So it is a really, really hard time for Kyuhyun before he manages to get alone with Jino, and it’s not really his fault that he grabs Jino by the wrist the minute the managers nod their goodbyes and pulls him into a waiting room, hearing the door lock with a satisfying click (and Jonghyun’s confused “hyung”s).
“Hyung?” Jino shakes the hair out of his eyes and looks up at Kyuhyun, a tentative smile on those perfect lips, and Kyuhyun almost loses it. “You don’t have to be alone anymore,” he grins, and crushes Jino’s lips with his, backing the two of them up against a wall. He reckons he’s a pretty good (alright, phenomenal) kisser, so it comes as a pretty big surprise when a pair of hands land on his chest and push him away.
“What the fuck, hyung?” Jino looks incredulous, but Kyuhyun is sure that little flash in the rookie’s eyes is lust, and he can see a hint of a smirk on his lips anyway. So he pins Jino to the wall, dips his hand down to rest on Jino’s belt buckle and steps as close to Jino as possible, whispering, “I know you want to, what was all that teasing you did?”
Jino doesn’t reply, but merely stares back up at Kyuhyun, and it is all breath on skin and fleeting whispers of touch for what seems like an eternity while Kyuhyun matches Jino’s electrifying gaze, a static fire surrounding them, too much, too asphyxiating, but not really enough. Just before Kyuhyun breaks though, Jino smashes his mouth onto Kyuhyun’s, “Shut up and fuck me, hyung.” Jino grins against Kyuhyun’s lips, and it isn’t long before Kyuhyun is powerless with Jino’s tongue roving over his and he has his fingers curled through the rookie’s hair.
Jino moans through the kiss, a hoarse, needy sound that sends jolts down to Kyuhyun’s crotch and has him so hard it hurts, so he wastes no time in divesting Jino of his jacket, while Jino’s fingers scrabble at his shirt buttons. A flurry of fingers on bare skin ensues, a tease of Kyuhyun’s nipple and a little nibble at Jino’s lip, and before long their shirts are open and Jino has Kyuhyun’s belt undone. Jino pulls away from their kiss, trailing his tongue down Kyuhyun’s neck, in the hint of a ridge in the middle of Kyuhyun’s chest, near his bellybutton, and takes the zipper of Kyuhyun’s pants between his teeth, undoing it ever-so-slowly. The ghosting of friction against Kyuhyun’s cock is teasing as fuck and he’s pretty sure he’d burst if he didn’t do something, so he near yanks his pants off, Jino reaching up to cup his erection as he does so.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun swears, “fuck, Jino, just - fuck me now,” Kyuhyun rasps, too far gone to care that he’s being needy and weak, really. Jino grins, a smile that curves up the corners of his lips just like how he does it on camera, and takes Kyuhyun’s member into his mouth, sucking hard, and Kyuhyun feels like he’s ready to explode with satisfaction with the way Jino’s mouth closes tight around his cock. He isn’t really sure what’s happening anymore, and his vision is starting to blur, but it’s okay as long as Jino keeps his mouth where it is, and when Jino pulls away a little to tongue the slit, Kyuhyun is so close to the edge that he has to grip the nearby table till his knuckles turn white.
It all stops suddenly, though, and Kyuhyun yanks his eyes open to see Jino with a smirk on his lips that decidedly did not bode well for him. “God, what the fuck,” he curses, and Jino gets up, stepping up to Kyuhyun so Kyuhyun’s cock grazes Jino’s clothed erection, and whispers, “but I want to fuck your mouth, hyung.” A push by Jino finds Kyuhyun landing on his ass painfully on the floor, but he’s completely disoriented by now and he can’t really do much except watch Jino step out of his jeans and kneeling to straddle Kyuhyun’s torso, pinning his arms to his side. Jino moves up, his cock flush on Kyuhyun’s chest, till it is right before Kyuhyun’s face, kissing his lips, painting them with precome. Kyuhyun looks up at Jino, the smile on his face enough to drive Kyuhyun crazy, and there isn’t anything else he can do except to take Jino into his mouth.
It’s difficult; Kyuhyun has to crick his neck a little to take Jino fully and Jino has to bend over Kyuhyun’s head, but soon Jino is bucking his hips and thrusting harder, deep into Kyuhyun’s throat and this electric fire is coursing through Kyuhyun’s veins. Kyuhyun really wants to reach down to his cock and jerk himself off because his crotch is blazing, but Jino still has his arms pinned to his side, and it’s fucking frustrating but Jino grinds himself harder into Kyuhyun’s mouth and he forgets everything for a while. He tilts his head back to trail his tongue along Jino’s length, and Kyuhyun feels a shiver down his spine when Jino swears with that chocolate voice as he comes right into Kyuhyun’s mouth. Kyuhyun snaps his head back on the floor, licking his lips as he swallows Jino’s come, salty, hot, and pretty darn satisfying. His crotch is still aching with the lack of touch, but he’s expecting Jino to take care of that next, so he closes his eyes to catch his breath for a second.
What he doesn’t expect, though, is Jino’s weight leaving his chest, and he jerks upright to see Jino shrugging his jeans on. Kyuhyun doesn’t even have words left, so he gapes as Jino explains, buttoning his shirt haphazardly, “I’m sorry, hyung, but I really have got to go, I’m due for a meeting.” Licking the last drop of come off Kyuhyun’s lips and wrapping a firm hand around Kyuhyun’s cock to give him several strokes, Jino whispers into Kyuhyun’s ear, “get the hint earlier next time, though, would you?”
“Fuck you,” is all Kyuhyun has to offer as a rebuttal, especially with Jino’s hand around his cock, but Jino stands up again and hurries out the door before Kyuhyun can come. And that’s why you never fuck teasing little bastards, Kyuhyun thinks as he jerks himself off (and finally comes only frustratingly long after).
kyuhyun/jino, nc-17, 1331 words
jino is a teasing little bastard.
for bonomanic, ty bb for the encouragement and cheerleading and general hand-holding, ilu. i really hope you like it ;-;
Fuck, Kyuhyun thinks, fuck Jino with his rich, lyrical voice of sex. Fuck the Sukira Open Broadcast people who thought it was a good idea to let Jino sing his “Incomplete” solo. Fuck Jonghyun who took his seat early so Kyuhyun had to be right beside this sexy beast. Fuck the stylists who put Jino in a leather jacket. Fuck his brain for being inside his pants.
I don’t wanna be alone,” Jino sings - no, does magic with his voice, and Kyuhyun has to grip his microphone that much tighter when Jino does this little smooth slide to a high note that was simply orgasmic, and he places his hands over his crotch, because his pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and he didn’t really feel like showing his goods to the world, thank you very much.
What he did feel like, though, was to fuck Jino senseless because nobody else, not even Yesung who had probably the voice of sex in SM, raised goosebumps on his back and sent electric jolts through his spine with that gorgeous chocolate voice pouring out of that mouth. That mouth, Kyuhyun thinks, that would fit perfect on his cock. It didn’t help that Jino had been teasing him for the past week now, he swears, and no, he wasn’t being delusional. Yesterday had Jino brushing Kyuhyun’s crotch accidentally-on-purpose (fucking on purpose, who was he kidding), and when Kyuhyun had looked questioningly at Jino all he had gotten was a very unsatisfactory smirk glinting in those eyes, and a hard-on that he had to take care of himself.
So it is a really, really hard time for Kyuhyun before he manages to get alone with Jino, and it’s not really his fault that he grabs Jino by the wrist the minute the managers nod their goodbyes and pulls him into a waiting room, hearing the door lock with a satisfying click (and Jonghyun’s confused “hyung”s).
“Hyung?” Jino shakes the hair out of his eyes and looks up at Kyuhyun, a tentative smile on those perfect lips, and Kyuhyun almost loses it. “You don’t have to be alone anymore,” he grins, and crushes Jino’s lips with his, backing the two of them up against a wall. He reckons he’s a pretty good (alright, phenomenal) kisser, so it comes as a pretty big surprise when a pair of hands land on his chest and push him away.
“What the fuck, hyung?” Jino looks incredulous, but Kyuhyun is sure that little flash in the rookie’s eyes is lust, and he can see a hint of a smirk on his lips anyway. So he pins Jino to the wall, dips his hand down to rest on Jino’s belt buckle and steps as close to Jino as possible, whispering, “I know you want to, what was all that teasing you did?”
Jino doesn’t reply, but merely stares back up at Kyuhyun, and it is all breath on skin and fleeting whispers of touch for what seems like an eternity while Kyuhyun matches Jino’s electrifying gaze, a static fire surrounding them, too much, too asphyxiating, but not really enough. Just before Kyuhyun breaks though, Jino smashes his mouth onto Kyuhyun’s, “Shut up and fuck me, hyung.” Jino grins against Kyuhyun’s lips, and it isn’t long before Kyuhyun is powerless with Jino’s tongue roving over his and he has his fingers curled through the rookie’s hair.
Jino moans through the kiss, a hoarse, needy sound that sends jolts down to Kyuhyun’s crotch and has him so hard it hurts, so he wastes no time in divesting Jino of his jacket, while Jino’s fingers scrabble at his shirt buttons. A flurry of fingers on bare skin ensues, a tease of Kyuhyun’s nipple and a little nibble at Jino’s lip, and before long their shirts are open and Jino has Kyuhyun’s belt undone. Jino pulls away from their kiss, trailing his tongue down Kyuhyun’s neck, in the hint of a ridge in the middle of Kyuhyun’s chest, near his bellybutton, and takes the zipper of Kyuhyun’s pants between his teeth, undoing it ever-so-slowly. The ghosting of friction against Kyuhyun’s cock is teasing as fuck and he’s pretty sure he’d burst if he didn’t do something, so he near yanks his pants off, Jino reaching up to cup his erection as he does so.
“Fuck,” Kyuhyun swears, “fuck, Jino, just - fuck me now,” Kyuhyun rasps, too far gone to care that he’s being needy and weak, really. Jino grins, a smile that curves up the corners of his lips just like how he does it on camera, and takes Kyuhyun’s member into his mouth, sucking hard, and Kyuhyun feels like he’s ready to explode with satisfaction with the way Jino’s mouth closes tight around his cock. He isn’t really sure what’s happening anymore, and his vision is starting to blur, but it’s okay as long as Jino keeps his mouth where it is, and when Jino pulls away a little to tongue the slit, Kyuhyun is so close to the edge that he has to grip the nearby table till his knuckles turn white.
It all stops suddenly, though, and Kyuhyun yanks his eyes open to see Jino with a smirk on his lips that decidedly did not bode well for him. “God, what the fuck,” he curses, and Jino gets up, stepping up to Kyuhyun so Kyuhyun’s cock grazes Jino’s clothed erection, and whispers, “but I want to fuck your mouth, hyung.” A push by Jino finds Kyuhyun landing on his ass painfully on the floor, but he’s completely disoriented by now and he can’t really do much except watch Jino step out of his jeans and kneeling to straddle Kyuhyun’s torso, pinning his arms to his side. Jino moves up, his cock flush on Kyuhyun’s chest, till it is right before Kyuhyun’s face, kissing his lips, painting them with precome. Kyuhyun looks up at Jino, the smile on his face enough to drive Kyuhyun crazy, and there isn’t anything else he can do except to take Jino into his mouth.
It’s difficult; Kyuhyun has to crick his neck a little to take Jino fully and Jino has to bend over Kyuhyun’s head, but soon Jino is bucking his hips and thrusting harder, deep into Kyuhyun’s throat and this electric fire is coursing through Kyuhyun’s veins. Kyuhyun really wants to reach down to his cock and jerk himself off because his crotch is blazing, but Jino still has his arms pinned to his side, and it’s fucking frustrating but Jino grinds himself harder into Kyuhyun’s mouth and he forgets everything for a while. He tilts his head back to trail his tongue along Jino’s length, and Kyuhyun feels a shiver down his spine when Jino swears with that chocolate voice as he comes right into Kyuhyun’s mouth. Kyuhyun snaps his head back on the floor, licking his lips as he swallows Jino’s come, salty, hot, and pretty darn satisfying. His crotch is still aching with the lack of touch, but he’s expecting Jino to take care of that next, so he closes his eyes to catch his breath for a second.
What he doesn’t expect, though, is Jino’s weight leaving his chest, and he jerks upright to see Jino shrugging his jeans on. Kyuhyun doesn’t even have words left, so he gapes as Jino explains, buttoning his shirt haphazardly, “I’m sorry, hyung, but I really have got to go, I’m due for a meeting.” Licking the last drop of come off Kyuhyun’s lips and wrapping a firm hand around Kyuhyun’s cock to give him several strokes, Jino whispers into Kyuhyun’s ear, “get the hint earlier next time, though, would you?”
“Fuck you,” is all Kyuhyun has to offer as a rebuttal, especially with Jino’s hand around his cock, but Jino stands up again and hurries out the door before Kyuhyun can come. And that’s why you never fuck teasing little bastards, Kyuhyun thinks as he jerks himself off (and finally comes only frustratingly long after).