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 (4/5)

[anonymous]

Jongin is naked and aroused in front of him and it's almost too much for Joonmyun. He can only blink and stare, palms sweaty, itching to touch. He feels so hot that he wants to take his shirt off too but abandons the thought when Jongin begs him to hurry up and spank him. He lifts his hands but can't resist the urge to allow his fingertips a detour though, sliding over the buds of Jongin's tiny nipples, down the smoothest skin of his belly and teasingly up the underside of his cock, gathering drops of precum. Jongin's hands clamp down on Joonmyun's shoulders as his hips jerk at the touch. Joonmyun rubs the sticky substance between his fingers and paints a glistening line over Jongin's hipbones before splaying his hands on his perky behind. He can't keep from giving it a rough squeeze that has Jongin keening in anticipation. Rubbing soothingly along the curve of his butt, he looks up at Jongin who has his eyes screwed shut and rocks back into Joonmyun's hands.

He leans down for an open-mouthes kiss to Jongin's hipbone and shudders at his taste. His own dick strains against his jeans. "Ready?" He looks up, waits for a tiny nod, a gasped "yes" and then he lifts his hand, Jongin draws an audible breath, and he slaps his naked butt once. Jongin arches his back and makes a tiny sound in the back of his throat that settles somewhere deep in Joonmyun's bones and makes him blush.

But he hits too softly, can't bring himself to hurt Jongin, especially when he's laid bare in Joonmyun's arms, vulnerable and trusting like this. He wants to lay him down in the softest pillows and worship every inch of his body with kisses, to hold him close and love him --

"Joonmyun. Again, harder! Please, I need this." Jongin looks so into this. His cheeks are tinted red, his breath comes in hitches and he makes tiny rocking motions the whole time. Joonmyun swallows, tries to un-stick his dry tongue from the roof of his mouth, and brings his hand down on Jongin's ass again, still almost gentle.

"Harder!" He hits again with a bit more force and feels Jongin's supple flesh bounce a little under his palm. "Yes, yes, again." He smacks again, still fighting against the inane voice that tells him pain can't be what Jongin wants, so he concentrates on the way a sheen of sweat glistens on Jongin's neck, gathering in the dips of his clavicles, on the verge of spilling over and running down his heaving chest. It's hypnotizing; Joonmyun feels his pulse speeding up and he has to crane his neck so he can press his mouth on Jongin's collarbones, lapping his tongue into the crook of Jongin's neck. Jongin throws his head back with a loud moan, his trembling fingers dig into Joonmyun's shoulders and Joonmyun thinks he came, but he didn't. He's painfully close though.