Lock the Door
Title: Lock the Door
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Because Jongdae likes coming home wherever Junmyeon is - even when he's at work.
a/n: for chensfw because I owe this to her like, months ago omg
Jongdae sauntered over towards the fifth floor corridor, eyes cat-like as well as his smile when he takes note of the almost deserted area of the hospital. He's not particularly fond that his boyfriend had chosen such an excluded area (thank God for elevators) but this time, he's quite glad he did.
It's five minutes past one in the morning when he takes a glance at his watch, the eerie silence of the hallway doing nothing to deter him from his mission.
He even smirks when he opens the door to his boyfriend's office, no movement or sound of recognition inside and he's sure that the other male might have fallen asleep on his desk. Again.
The room is still bright with all of the lights turned on and Jongdae flips the switch off, choosing instead to walk over to his boyfriend in complete darkness before letting the dim light of the desk lamp turn on. It's painstakingly ethereal to see his boyfriend in this kind of way - light dancing softly against his features and face vulnerable even is his cheek is pressed clumsily against the papers on his desk.
"Hyung." he calls out softly, smiling in amusement when Junmyeon only mumbles sleepily, nose scrunching up slightly in discomfort before turning his head the other way around. Jongdae stifles a snicker when he sees the paper creases temporarily carved on Junmyeon's cheek.
Instead of calling out again, Jongdae simply loosens his tie before flinging it off on Junmyeon's desk and gently lifting the male's head. Junmyeon groans, head lolling as he tries to continue his sleep but Jongdae would have none of that. He pushes Junmyeon to sit up properly for a second before straddling the older and letting Junmyeon's forehead rest on his shoulder.
Sure enough, he hears the whines coming from Junmyeon before the older male lifts his head and groggily looks at him. It takes almost a full minute before confusion crosses Junmyeon's face and he licks his lips, mouth dry from sleep. "What are you doing here?"
"I can't go and see my boyfriend?" he pouts, hiding his satisfaction when Junmyeon groans.
"It's like," Junmyeon takes a glance at his watch, squinting his eyes far more than usual when all he sees are indistinguishable lines. "one in the morning."
Junmyeon takes note of the tie (hot pink) on his desk. "You should be at home. Sleeping." He points out.
"I can't sleep without you." Jongdae quickly answers, pout on his lips again.
"Of course you can." Junmyeon rebuts as quickly. "You've spent 22 years sleeping without knowing me."
"But I can't do it now that I have known of your majestic being." Jongdae pushes on, hiding the glee when he sees the pink tinge on his boyfriend's cheek, eyes suddenly more awake now.
Junmyeon's suddenly all too aware of Jongdae sitting on his lap and it seems that his boyfriend can guess what he's thinking when he sends him a smirk, the pout long gone from his lips.
"I- I think I should get some coffee. The nurses are going to take the rounds for my patients on the second floor soon and I need-"
Jongdae noses Junmyeon's cheek, feeling smug when the latter shuts up and hands are suddenly holding on his hips.
"I don't think the doctor needs to be present when the nurses are doing their rounds. It's their job after all, not your." he whispers when he's right in front of Junmyeon's ear, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek and hooking his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "I, on the other hand, is in need of my doctor."
There's panic on Junmyeon's eyes when Jongdae meets his gaze and he wants none of that, kissing the corner of his boyfriend's mouth before dragging it until lips are pressed against each other. Jongdae just wants Junmyeon to forget when he kisses him deeper the second time, tongue dragging out inside Junmyeon's mouth, a silent plea to think of only him.
Junmyeon presses back tentatively, hands still shaking but it soon dies down and Jongdae's suddenly lifting off of Junmyeon. He bites his lip, trying to stay nonchalant when Jongdae's tugging him up to stand as well and then he's pressed on his desk, Jongdae tugging the collar of his shirt and pressing wet kisses on his nape.
"Jongdae." he whines, half wanting to throw off the younger male off of him and the other half wanting Jongdae to just hurry up and get on with it before a nurse comes barging in.
And then he suddenly remembers the door.
"Jongdae." he calls out again, trying not to black out when he feels Jongdae's hip pressing up against him. "The door. Did you- Did you lock it?"
There's a sudden pause on Jongdae's movement. "No." he answers shortly and then he's back to sucking bruises on the doctor's skin, hips insistently rutting against Junmyeon.
He knows that his boyfriend won't say anything now, too lost on what he's doing but he's sure that he'll get an earful about it when they're home. But Jongdae doesn't care right now especially when he feels Junmyeon finally push back against him and then he's hastily unbuckling the older's belt (with difficulty).
He groans in impatience when he finally undoes it, quickly pushing down Junmyeon's pants along with his boxers and then he's bucking up against his boyfriend again, hands sliding from slim hips to soft flesh.
"Will you be in pain if I take you now, doctor?" he whispers, slowing down and rubbing against Junmyeon's backside as he bites down softly on the older's ear.
Junmyeon only presses back in response, head buried on his arms as he whines incoherently.
Jongdae just grins, pulling back the slightest bit to unbuckle his own belt and sparing no more than a second to push down his pants and boxers, letting them settle low on his thighs because he's too impatient for his own good.
He kneels down quickly, dragging his tongue on Junmyeon's ass before letting his tongue flatten on his boyfriend's entrance. He revels in the gasp and whimpers Junmyeon's letting out when he doesn't relent, sucking and lapping before he's on his feet again with his dick pressed against Junmyeon.
He doesn't say anything else, just nudges for Junmyeon to open his legs wider before he's pushing in, an uninhibited groans escaping from his lips because Junmyeon's always so hot inside.
He's barely aware of Junmyeon crying out for him when he starts moving. One, two tentative thrusts before he buries his face on the crook of Junmyeon's neck and pushes in deeper. He smirks against his skin when he hears Junmyeon keens.
"The door's not locked hyung." he reminds Junmyeon in a sultry voice, hips unrelenting. "You don't want a nurse to come here and ask you if there's something wrong, right? Doctor?"
There's a whimper coming up from Junmyeon, a vague murmur of a curse as Jongdae moves faster. He's already on the edge and he wants Junmyeon to unravel first. It this thought when he sneaks a hand in front of his boyfriend, strong fingers gripping the older's cock and it only takes a few flicks of his wrist before he feels the wetness on his hand, a groan falling from his lips as well because Junmyeon is suddenly squeezing him so tight.
With stuttering movements, he buries himself as deep as he could before he throws his head back, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.
He doesn't move from his position even after he's calmed enough, Junmyeon still leaning on his desk, small pants escaping every few seconds.
"Lock the door." Junmyeon rasps out suddenly and Jongdae pulls out, laughing loudly and Junmyeon turns his head to glare weakly at him.
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Because Jongdae likes coming home wherever Junmyeon is - even when he's at work.
a/n: for chensfw because I owe this to her like, months ago omg
Jongdae sauntered over towards the fifth floor corridor, eyes cat-like as well as his smile when he takes note of the almost deserted area of the hospital. He's not particularly fond that his boyfriend had chosen such an excluded area (thank God for elevators) but this time, he's quite glad he did.
It's five minutes past one in the morning when he takes a glance at his watch, the eerie silence of the hallway doing nothing to deter him from his mission.
He even smirks when he opens the door to his boyfriend's office, no movement or sound of recognition inside and he's sure that the other male might have fallen asleep on his desk. Again.
The room is still bright with all of the lights turned on and Jongdae flips the switch off, choosing instead to walk over to his boyfriend in complete darkness before letting the dim light of the desk lamp turn on. It's painstakingly ethereal to see his boyfriend in this kind of way - light dancing softly against his features and face vulnerable even is his cheek is pressed clumsily against the papers on his desk.
"Hyung." he calls out softly, smiling in amusement when Junmyeon only mumbles sleepily, nose scrunching up slightly in discomfort before turning his head the other way around. Jongdae stifles a snicker when he sees the paper creases temporarily carved on Junmyeon's cheek.
Instead of calling out again, Jongdae simply loosens his tie before flinging it off on Junmyeon's desk and gently lifting the male's head. Junmyeon groans, head lolling as he tries to continue his sleep but Jongdae would have none of that. He pushes Junmyeon to sit up properly for a second before straddling the older and letting Junmyeon's forehead rest on his shoulder.
Sure enough, he hears the whines coming from Junmyeon before the older male lifts his head and groggily looks at him. It takes almost a full minute before confusion crosses Junmyeon's face and he licks his lips, mouth dry from sleep. "What are you doing here?"
"I can't go and see my boyfriend?" he pouts, hiding his satisfaction when Junmyeon groans.
"It's like," Junmyeon takes a glance at his watch, squinting his eyes far more than usual when all he sees are indistinguishable lines. "one in the morning."
Junmyeon takes note of the tie (hot pink) on his desk. "You should be at home. Sleeping." He points out.
"I can't sleep without you." Jongdae quickly answers, pout on his lips again.
"Of course you can." Junmyeon rebuts as quickly. "You've spent 22 years sleeping without knowing me."
"But I can't do it now that I have known of your majestic being." Jongdae pushes on, hiding the glee when he sees the pink tinge on his boyfriend's cheek, eyes suddenly more awake now.
Junmyeon's suddenly all too aware of Jongdae sitting on his lap and it seems that his boyfriend can guess what he's thinking when he sends him a smirk, the pout long gone from his lips.
"I- I think I should get some coffee. The nurses are going to take the rounds for my patients on the second floor soon and I need-"
Jongdae noses Junmyeon's cheek, feeling smug when the latter shuts up and hands are suddenly holding on his hips.
"I don't think the doctor needs to be present when the nurses are doing their rounds. It's their job after all, not your." he whispers when he's right in front of Junmyeon's ear, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek and hooking his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "I, on the other hand, is in need of my doctor."
There's panic on Junmyeon's eyes when Jongdae meets his gaze and he wants none of that, kissing the corner of his boyfriend's mouth before dragging it until lips are pressed against each other. Jongdae just wants Junmyeon to forget when he kisses him deeper the second time, tongue dragging out inside Junmyeon's mouth, a silent plea to think of only him.
Junmyeon presses back tentatively, hands still shaking but it soon dies down and Jongdae's suddenly lifting off of Junmyeon. He bites his lip, trying to stay nonchalant when Jongdae's tugging him up to stand as well and then he's pressed on his desk, Jongdae tugging the collar of his shirt and pressing wet kisses on his nape.
"Jongdae." he whines, half wanting to throw off the younger male off of him and the other half wanting Jongdae to just hurry up and get on with it before a nurse comes barging in.
And then he suddenly remembers the door.
"Jongdae." he calls out again, trying not to black out when he feels Jongdae's hip pressing up against him. "The door. Did you- Did you lock it?"
There's a sudden pause on Jongdae's movement. "No." he answers shortly and then he's back to sucking bruises on the doctor's skin, hips insistently rutting against Junmyeon.
He knows that his boyfriend won't say anything now, too lost on what he's doing but he's sure that he'll get an earful about it when they're home. But Jongdae doesn't care right now especially when he feels Junmyeon finally push back against him and then he's hastily unbuckling the older's belt (with difficulty).
He groans in impatience when he finally undoes it, quickly pushing down Junmyeon's pants along with his boxers and then he's bucking up against his boyfriend again, hands sliding from slim hips to soft flesh.
"Will you be in pain if I take you now, doctor?" he whispers, slowing down and rubbing against Junmyeon's backside as he bites down softly on the older's ear.
Junmyeon only presses back in response, head buried on his arms as he whines incoherently.
Jongdae just grins, pulling back the slightest bit to unbuckle his own belt and sparing no more than a second to push down his pants and boxers, letting them settle low on his thighs because he's too impatient for his own good.
He kneels down quickly, dragging his tongue on Junmyeon's ass before letting his tongue flatten on his boyfriend's entrance. He revels in the gasp and whimpers Junmyeon's letting out when he doesn't relent, sucking and lapping before he's on his feet again with his dick pressed against Junmyeon.
He doesn't say anything else, just nudges for Junmyeon to open his legs wider before he's pushing in, an uninhibited groans escaping from his lips because Junmyeon's always so hot inside.
He's barely aware of Junmyeon crying out for him when he starts moving. One, two tentative thrusts before he buries his face on the crook of Junmyeon's neck and pushes in deeper. He smirks against his skin when he hears Junmyeon keens.
"The door's not locked hyung." he reminds Junmyeon in a sultry voice, hips unrelenting. "You don't want a nurse to come here and ask you if there's something wrong, right? Doctor?"
There's a whimper coming up from Junmyeon, a vague murmur of a curse as Jongdae moves faster. He's already on the edge and he wants Junmyeon to unravel first. It this thought when he sneaks a hand in front of his boyfriend, strong fingers gripping the older's cock and it only takes a few flicks of his wrist before he feels the wetness on his hand, a groan falling from his lips as well because Junmyeon is suddenly squeezing him so tight.
With stuttering movements, he buries himself as deep as he could before he throws his head back, mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure.
He doesn't move from his position even after he's calmed enough, Junmyeon still leaning on his desk, small pants escaping every few seconds.
"Lock the door." Junmyeon rasps out suddenly and Jongdae pulls out, laughing loudly and Junmyeon turns his head to glare weakly at him.