Cuffs and Cream- Jonghyun x Minho (JongHo)
author: saitheisonfire
rating: NC-17
Warning: smut, and lots of it
summary: Minho is handcuffed. We all know what happens next.
Disclaimer: I only own the handcuffs
Minho didn’t know how he ended up like this. He laid there, limbs spread, jacket gone, and arms tethered to the bed posts thinking how this exactly happened, and when it happened, why didn't he say anything.
The concert ended in a blur, Jinki, Kibum, and Taemin were griping how much they wanted food, even though they were sore and exhausted. Kibum demanded they go to the soft tofu shop and eat a solid, sit down dinner, not standing around and stuffing stale kimbap and chips down their gob. So how he convinced the manager to have him, Jinki, and Taemin go out and have dinner all alone is beyond Minho, and he would have joined them, but he was tired and wanted to catch up on his rest. His boyfriend Jonghyun decided to stay behind as well, though Minho could easily read the shorter man’s annoyance as he probably wanted to go out to eat.
So maybe that’s why when the two shared a short yet messy, passionate kiss while stumbling into the room Jonghyun had Minho in these handcuffs, where Minho had no idea where he got them from.
For a moment Minho was horny, a flicker of rough manly passion ignited all throughout his veins. But after laying on the bed all tied up expecting Jonghyun to be back from wherever he disappeared off to, Minho got confused, and then the feel of fatigue set in. Throwing the worry of either Taemin, Jinki or Kibum walking in any minute and catching him like this out the window, Minho began to doze off. As long as he didn't have to go to the bathroom, he thought before closing his eyes.
Jonghyun chose the time to burst in the room, shirt still damp from the water fight on stage and carrying a can of whipped cream and Minho wonders what took Jonghyun so long to get whipped cream from the refrigerator and if he’s got the whipped cream where’s the ice cream?
Then it clicks in his head, that Minho is going to be Jonghyun’s substitute for ice cream, or vice versa.
“What took you so long?” Minho bites back the comment “but I thought Taemin finished off the whipped cream last week” and looks at Jonghyun who was panting slightly.
“Sorry, I had to go to the store. Taemin used up the last of the whipped cream.” Jonghyun tosses the can of whipped cream next to Minho’s leg, and peels off his shirt. Minho watches Jonghyun climb in the bed next to him, throwing one of his cheeky, yet breathtaking grins that Minho will admit is one of the most beautiful things in the world.
“So...” Minho said finally. “What’s the whipped cream for?” As if he did not already know. His libido and mind are not working in sync just yet.
Jonghyun lightly pushed Minho’s forehead. “Pabo, what do you think?”
“... Is this why I’m handcuffed?”
Jonghyun does that cheeky grin again, this time it’s laced with feigned innocence, making him look like a little boy. Jonghyun does this smile to make himself look like he’s not about to do something that could get him into trouble, and sadly Minho falls for it every time.
“You know you want this.” Jonghyun almost giggles as he says this through his smile, leaning over to slowly unzip Minho’s pants.
“You’re going to lick whipped cream off of me.” Minho can practically hear Jonghyun’s mind scream Captain Obvious.
“Mhmm.” Jonghyun takes out Minho’s cock and strokes it gently. No matter how tired Minho is, that feels good and his body responds to Jonghyun’s touches.
“But hyung, I smell and the whipped cream will taste horrible once you lick it off me. Shouldn’t I take a shower first?”
“Nuh uh, I want to lick it off of you right now. The smell and taste of man sweat with whipped cream. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been thinking about that taste ever since the concert started.” And just to prove his point Jonghyun buries his face into Minho’s armpit and inhales deeply. He lifted his head up after a moment, sighing.
“I swear, can they sell Minho flavored whipped cream in stores? Never mind, I don’t anyone else tasting you. No one else but me.” Jonghyun ups the stroking of Minho’s length and Minho stretches, feeling his arm muscles strain under the wonderful sensation that jolts down to his toes. He rests his head on the pillow, grunting in pleasure.
Jonghyun stops abruptly and is suddenly straddling Minho’s hips. Minho looks up to see a little smirk on the older boy’s face. The dim lighting made Jonghyun look sadistic, almost feral and dangerous, and the sight made Minho’s dick jerk at once and by instinct for Minho to tug at the handcuffs, trying to break free. Nothing happened.
Not tearing his gaze away from Minho’s body, Jonghyun slowly pulls Minho’s pants and boxers down, licking his lips when the forest of pubic hair sprung forth above the impressive length. He passively throws the articles of clothing to the floor, and then roams his hands under Minho’s orange shirt, playing with his nipples.
“Oh fuck,” Minho groaned softly, arms stretching and wrists tensing from the sensation as Jonghyun lightly pinched his nipples. “Hyung, ahh....”
“You like that?” Jonghyun said lowly, stopping all ministrations and suddenly ripping off Minho’s concert shirt. Minho’s eyes widened at the sudden demonstration of strength.
“Hyung I need that shirt for the next performance!”
“You’ll get a replacement.” Jonghyun trails a finger down the dips and crevices of Minho’s abs, watching small droplets of sweat form on the tanned skin. “Beautiful,” he breathed. He takes the can of whipped cream and shakes it, and then squirts some on Minho’s navel. The feel of light cream on his body was enough for Minho to strain against the cuffs. The pleasure increased ten fold when he felt his boyfriend’s tongue scrape his navel, feeling the tip of that silky tongue dip into his belly button.
“Nnggh, Jonghyun, more.” Minho bucked his hips lightly as if to coerce the older man to do more.
Jonghyun trails his tongue up Minho’s chiseled stomach and chest, taking Minho’s right nipple into his mouth and lazily sucking on it, fingers teasing the left nub. Minho once again stretches and strains against the pleasure, feeling every hair follicle on his body stand on edge. A chill ran down his spine. Oh, this was good, what about being tired again? Jonghyun suddenly bites down and Minho hisses, but more of pleasure than pain.
“Oh god,” the mixture of being handcuffed, naked and spread eagle began to take its toll on the rapper. Minho threw his head back, moaned long and low, wishing he wasn’t cuffed so that he can grab Jonghyun’s hair and fuck him senseless. The thought almost brought him at his peak.
“Jonghyun ah,” Minho was too horny to even think about honorifics. “I’m so close.”
“I can feel it baby,” Jonghyun looks up- Minho wonders when he’ll ever look down- and pulls himself up to give Minho a slow and sensual kiss.
When they break apart, a thing string of saliva only connecting them together, Minho asks, “Are you going to get naked too hyung? I feel quite exposed.”
Jonghyun throws his head back and laughs. “Oh Minho, you’re just something.” And before Minho can say anything else Jonghyun takes the whipped cream and squirts a liberal amount into Minho’s mouth, thus silencing the rapper. Minho blinks rapidly, trying to swallow the cream which is hard considering he’s laying down and this is not good for his esophagus. Jonghyun leans in and kisses Minho again, this time hard and wanton, tongue darting to get the cream and messily eating it out of Minho’s mouth. Pulling away, Jonghyun wipes his mouth and smiles sheepishly at the sight of whipped cream all over Minho’s mouth. Minho darted his tongue around his mouth, trying to clean up the whipped cream because he must look extremely stupid.
“No don’t,” Jonghyun put his finger to Minho’s lips. “You look so beautiful. As always.” Jonghyun sits up and finally, finally Minho no longer feels inadequate because yes Jonghyun is naked and Minho loves it when Jonghyun is naked. The expanse of smooth skin and hard muscles that Minho wanted to caress, fondle, grope and hold against himself but he couldn’t because he’s handcuffed. Goddamn this predicament.
Jonghyun reached over to the bedside table and took out a clear bottle of lubricant. It was nearly empty, Minho would have to put on another inconspicuous disguise and buy some more he presumes. Minho watched as Jonghyun squirts the rest of the slippery gel against his fingers, and lathers the lube all over Minho’s stiff cock. The touch was enough to make Minho come right there, but he held on. He hungrily watched Jonghyun insert a finger and then two as he tried to stretch himself, the split second of his face contorting from discomfort and then he relaxed, his shoulders slumping.
“You should unhand me hyung,” Minho watched Jonghyun straddle him again, getting ready to seat himself on Minho’s dong.
“But you look so much easier to deal with when you’re this way. You get so rough whenever we do it.” As if that were the end of the conversation, Jonghyun slides down on Minho, groaning at the thick intrusion.
“Ohhhh,” Jonghyun throatily groaned. “That feels so good. I will never get sick of you inside me.” Sometimes Jonghyun can just be too raunchy and blunt, but by god Minho never wants Jonghyun to change during sex, he is always full of surprises.
Jonghyun started rocking slowly, moaning low and throwing his head back, eyes wild and hooded with lust. Minho thought Jonghyun looked like an absolute god, the way his skin glinted in the low light, his pecs and abs contracting as he bucked his hips and bounced on Minho's dick. The way he moaned when his prostate was prodded in the right places, and the relentless assault of him riding Minho made him look ethereal. Minho tugged at the handcuffs, desperate to break free. He wanted to press Jonghyun against him, to pound mercilessly into his boyfriend, to have him writhe and moan wantonly and freely as Minho fucked him senseless. To be fucking Jonghyun yet at the same time doing nothing was a weird feeling. it was as if Minho was the one being fucked. He bucked his hips as Jonghyun alternated his thrusts, furiously pumping his own cock. Jonghyun reaches over to get the whipped cream and squirts some in his mouth and leans down to give Minho another creamy kiss. Minho accepts this and licks the inside of Jonghyun's mouth hungrily, kissing the older man fiercely.
"Oh Jonghyun, I'm so close." Minho moaned as Jonghyun broke the kiss and slammed himself down on Minho's dick, the sound of skin slapping against each other driving him wild. From all this sexual frustration Minho felt like he was going to come his own skeleton.
"I know baby, and I'm so close too. Oh this feels so good." Jonghyun groaned, rotating his hips and that basically sealed the deal for Minho and he tensed up, coming so hard he swears he could see the future. He felt his cum truss up in Jonghyun's anus and so does Jonghyun and Jonghyun tenses up, coming ropes and watching as they splatter against Minho's chest, and even getting into his hair. Jonghyun slowly and achingly pulls himself off of Minho, falling over beside his boyfriend and sighing, breathing hard and staring over at Minho, who was panting just as hard.
"Mmm that was good." Jonghyun said lazily, playing with the cum on Minho's chest.
"Yes it was, now, can you unhand me? So that I can cuddle and love you in my special way." Minho craned his neck to try and kiss Jonghyun.
"Ah, well I could, but... uhm..."
"Don't tell me you lost the key."
Jonghyun gives Minho that sheepish grin and runs out of the room. Goddamn that boy, and why does Minho love him so much?