post #15

[seoulfulness]

Fics( #14).
lost and founds snsd, tiffany/sunny
Unlucky exo, kris/suho
how I like my coffee exo kai/d.o.
does running away mean we're acccepted, finally? shinee, key/onew
shut up and let me pay the rent exo, baekhyun/d.o
lik a child exo, suho/kai
Complication exo, sehun/luhan
deep down 4minute, jiyoon-centric, jiyoon/gayoon
untitled exo, chanyeol
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Exo; Suho/Kai; nc-17; Favouritism (3/5)

[anonymous]

The next day, Jongin pulls his soaked sweater off as soon as they're home after practice and drops it on the floor where Joonmyun can see it. Now there's really no way to find an excuse for that, knowing how much effort Joonmyun puts into keeping the dorm relatively tidy, especially reminding everyone not to leave their dirty laundry everywhere. Jongin is standing in front of Joonmyun in his grey wife-beater, chest heaving, glaring, and it's clear as day that he's looking for a confrontation. But it's very hard for Joonmyun to get angry at the one person he's always had too soft a spot for.

"Jongin...", he starts. "What is with you these days?"

"I-", Jongin swallows and looks everywhere but at Joonmyun. His nervousness is like a charge of electricity that makes the small hairs rise on Joonmyun's body. "I'm trying to misbehave."

"What?" It surprises a chuckle out of Joonmyun but from the way Jongin blushes and pouts it's obvious that this isn't the reaction he's hoped for. "You don't get it!", the younger boy growls in frustration, yanks his wife-beater off and throws it on the floor right in front of Joonmyun's feet. The older bites back a laugh at his petulant act because this might be something they should talk about seriously. He takes Jongin's wrist and leads him into the nearest empty bedroom. As soon as he closes the door behind them, Jongin blurts out. "I want you to spank me."

Joonmyun's heart stops for a beat and that's enough time for gravity to make his blood rush south. This isn't what he was going to talk about. His mind draws a blank, every thought is drained except the image of Jongin bent over his knees, aroused, but surely Jongin can't be talking about that. Joonmyun's eyes are wide and he's taking a careful step back. Jongin follows him, cornering him against the door. He's gnawing on his plump bottom lip again, making Joonmyun want to smooth it out with his thumb. His eyes, half lidded and glazed, search for Joonmyun's with a hint of self-consciousness. "Hyung, spank me. I've been a naughty boy."

"Okay", Joonmyun gasps, hazy-minded because Jongin looks like sex, and he has just enough presence of mind to lock the door before Jongin pulls him to one of the beds and makes him sit back against the wall. Then he strips the rest of his clothes off and Joonmyun can't help but let his gaze rake over the expanses of beautiful, tan skin as he does so. He's hard and Joonmyun can't take his eyes off him. Flushed, hair tousled and short of breath, he already looks exactly like Joonmyun has imagined him looking after he's been well fucked. "Jongin." It comes out as a sigh and both stop and blush at the desire that's so transparent in his tone. Jongin crawls on the bed, straddling Joonmyun with his knees on either side of his hips. He braces his hands on Joonmyun's shoulder and hoists himself up so that he's standing on his knees.