SHOOTING OFF
SHOOTING OFF
Summary: Well, to be perfectly honest, everything about Jinki, guns and shooting grounds, never failed to turn Kibum on.
Pairing: OnKey (Lee Jinki/Kim Kibum)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: shameless smut
Warning: YAOI. Read it with your own risk ^^
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
Kibum didn’t mind the smoldering heat, or the way the sun beat down ruthlessly on his back, nor did he care that the benches were extremely uncomfortable and hot, and the fact that his ass was nearly completely numb now. Kibum would go through all this again just as long as he got to see Lee Jinki like this doing that, and not even Shawols knew anything about this side of the Dubu leader.
He stood in a stance behind the firing line, placing his left foot forward and raising his arms. Dark brown bangs were contained under a black baseball cap, and clear glasses wrapped across his eyes. He held the gun, a Steyr M40-41, in a sturdy grip of his right hand, while his left cupping at the base. His fingers flexing and clenching, and his eyes had that dangerous glint in them as they were set upon the target in front of him.
It was really a charming and completely intoxicating sight, multiplied by the way his wet shirt clung on to his body like a second skin, showing off his perfectly formed, but hidden from his fans, abs and torso. And while some men would look and smell disgusting with all the sweat, with Jinki, it only made him even more desirable than usual - his pale skin glistened under the sunlight, and he would smell like fresh cut grass. It, well, how to put it, it reminded Kibum of when Jinki was on top of him, eyes darkening and lips smirking, before he leaned down and…
Kibum had to stop himself at these thoughts, because he had already if not terribly aroused, jeans a little tighter as he continued to eye Lee Jinki. He licked his lips as he watched the older boy took a few deep breaths and brought his finger to the trigger. With an indiscernible movement, the trigger was pulled. And then the air was filled with a loud bang.
Jinki’s aim was perfect, for someone who rarely got a chance to practice shooting; the bullet embedded itself right in the very center of the target. Kibum clapped, because he honestly couldn’t help himself, and Jinki turned to give him a smug smirk before refocusing himself for the next shot.
Kibum just loved that pleased look Jinki was flashing him. He kinda looked like the coolest detective in the coolest detective movies, who’d just successfully save a damsel in distress. Yeah. Oh and, did Kibum mentioned the way Jinki’s eyes would glint dangerously before he pulled the trigger?
Well, to be perfectly honest, everything about Jinki, guns and shooting grounds, never failed to turn Kibum on.
Kibum had his suspicion though, of how Jinki might secretly knew how it did to him, because Jinki never went to the shooting ground alone, always waking Kibum up with sweet kisses and questions of, “You’re still coming with me to the shooting ground today, right?” whispered softly in his ear. And of course, Kibum would agree because it would be a sin for Kibum to watch Jinki leave without him.
Kibum didn’t realize that Jinki was already in front of him, until his name was nearly shouted. Kibum jumped slightly out of his daydream before looking up at the older boy, squinting in the sunlight.
Jinki was smirking again, dark brown eyes shining as his hair fell untidily around his face in slightly damp locks. Kibum couldn’t help but watched as bead of sweat slid down Jinki’s neck and upon his adam’s apple, agonizingly slow, before disappearing in his shirt, which only caused Kibum to inwardly groan at how hot it was. And it was also in the way that Jinki said, “You wanna give it try?” while looking down at him intently that had the diva wanting nothing more than to throw himself at the leader, right here and there, not really caring at how publicly open it was.
But Kibum just bit his lip, standing up and replying a very tense, “Yeah,” before reaching out a hand for the pistol.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Jinki shook his head lightly, while moving a finger left and right. “Not this one, Kibummie,” he said before bending forward to pick up a gun that Kibum didn’t even realize it was there next to him on the bench all along.
“Here,” Jinki said, holding the gun out for Kibum. It was slightly smaller than the Steyr Jinki was holding in his left hand. Kibum plucked it out of Jinki’s hand; his wrist went limp from its weight as he gave the stainless steel gun with black holder an appreciating look.
“She’s a 9 mm Beretta. Perfect for beginners,” Jinki explained, smirking at the way Kibum raised an eyebrow. “She’s pretty much of lady, but don’t worry, she still packs a punch.,” Jinki said, placing his own gun down on the bench, before pushing Kibum forward.
Kibum looked hesitated for a moment, but soon he let himself being pushed towards the firing line.
“Here, let me show you how to hold it,” Jinki said, pressing up close behind him, a little too much than it was necessary, while wrapping Kibum’s hands around the black holder of the Beretta in a way that Kibum’s mind was too lazy to discern. “Good, now hold it up,” Jinki commanded softly, placing his hands on Kibum’s hips. Kibum bit his lip as he obliged, raising both of his arms and facing the barrel of the gun towards the target. “Your shoulders are too tense, relax them a bit,” Jinki said again, closer this time to his ear.
Kibum watched Jinki from the corner of his eyes. He knew Jinki was probably doing this on purpose. But he decided to play along with Jinki.
“Good, now spread your legs,” Jinki said, voice laced with dark amusement.
Kibum snorted at Jinki’s words, but he did it anyway, spreading his legs wide enough to feel Jinki’s hot and bigger hands slithering up the insides of his thighs rather shamelessly.
“Should I also bend forward?” Kibum purred, eager to see what kind of reaction he could entice.
But Jinki didn’t falter.
“No,” he breathed into Kibum’s ear, palming at the younger’s ass cheeks. “Unless, you want to be shot instead of you shooting the target.”
Refraining from blushing at the blatant innuendo, Kibum only did his best to snort and shake his head.
“But I do love being shot anyway.”
“And for that I’m glad,” Jinki said, amazing Kibum with his ability to hold a straight face. “But right now, you have to show me how good you are at shooting the target, and I’ll reward you later.”
Gasping in surprise, and at the way it made him throbbed even more, Kibum had forgotten the hands that were feeling him up from behind, until he felt one of them patted the hard ridge in his pants.
“Ah! I hate you!” he moaned as he bucked his hips upward.
“No, you love me…” Jinki hummed low, lips brushing Kibum’s ear as he leaned into the younger man, where Kibum could feel every inch of Jinki through their clothing, hot and hard and ready to teach him a lesson. Well, at least it wasn’t just him that had been aroused by this activity. Or rather, Kibum suspected, in Jinki case, he was aroused by just having Kibum watching him shooting off. And Jinki would never admit it out loud that it was the truth, unless he wanted Kibum to rub it on his face.
“C’mon Kibummie, shoot the target,” Jinki said, leaning in closer, his soft lips were brushing against Kibum’s cheek, taunting the diva to turn his head and capture them.
“What am I gonna get if I can hit the target?”
Jinki could think of a few ‘things’ to give Kibum, and he didn’t even hesitate to voice one of them. “Hit the bullseye and I’ll let you top tonight,” he growled sexily into Kibum’s ear, satisfied with himself when Kibum momentarily weakened, noticing the faintest, tiniest jerk of the diva’s slim body.
Kibum swallowed. “Deal,” he croaked, eyes flickering to Jinki and then back to the target. He shifted his grip slightly and fingered the trigger lightly. He had never done it before, but he wasn’t called as The Almighty Key for nothing. But just before he pulled the trigger back, Jinki licked the skin behind his ear.
“Shishus!” Kibum yelled and the Beretta in his hands went off suddenly, followed immediately by a squawk and a thud as a crow landed feet away from them.
“Shame,” Jinki said nonchalantly, moving away from Kibum, smirking at the diva-ish glare Kibum threw at him.
“You did that on purpose!”
“What?” Jinki grinned innocently.
“Don’t ever expecting me to come here with you again!” Kibum growled through his teeth, his face flushed as he stalked towards the benches to put the gun down none too gently.
The leader threw his head back and laughed. “You are really cute when bothered, Kibummie.”
Kibum stopped in his track and turned on the spot to face the laughing Jinki. “You knew it all along?” Kibum asked nervously.
“Why yes I did, my dear Kibummie. Why would you think I always asked you to come here with me? I love the feeling of you watching me. And have I mentioned about the sex that came after this activity? You became even more agreeable and…”
“Lalalalala! I don’t wanna hear you!” Kibum snapped, blushing madly. He shoved his fingers into his ears and turned his well-known bitchy attitude full blast, while striding towards the restroom area. He really didn’t realize it, and he absolutely didn’t want to admit it, that Jinki was probably right, that he had become more… compliant to Jinki’s advances at night after the shooting off.
Jinki grinned as he watched his lover take off. He looked so cute that Jinki considered teasing him more, and he did. He jogged up to the sulking diva, pulling the other close to his side by the waist, totally ignoring Kibum’s glare. “Where are you heading?” He asked teasingly. “Don’t tell me you want to practice shooting in the restroom.”
“Jinki!” Kibum yelled, annoyed and also embarrassed, throwing the door to the restroom open before reeling around to face his pursuer. “Stop it!”
The older boy just grinned and took the emptiness of the restroom as an invitation to push Kibum gently against the wall of the nearest stall. “I’m sorry, I was just teasing you,” he said softly, trapping Kibum under his gaze more than his physical confines. He looked into those squinting brown eyes and smiled at the pout Kibum was giving him.
Kibum then huffed and looked away, but there was a hint of smile playing on his lips. “I really shouldn’t be coming with you here again,” he said in low voice.
Jinki merely chuckled before he cupped Kibum’s pretty face with both hands, thumbs stroking his high cheekbones tenderly as he said, “Yeah, well let’s just see about that later.” Jinki smirked at Kibum’s little pout, before capturing those tempting lips in a kiss.
Kibum leaned into the kiss, melting completely under it. He reached his hands up the leader’s body to his neck, wrapping his thin appendages around him. Jinki in turn placed his hands on Kibum’s hips as their mouths opened for each other.
Their tongues engaged in a fierce battle as they pressed against each other, slight moans of barely contained pleasure issuing from both boys. The larger man pressed the slimmer one harder to the wall, their hips meeting. Jinki’s breath hitched at the contact, and Kibum moaned quietly, his hand gripping at Jinki’s hair. Jinki answered his moan, his knees buckling slightly as he pressed closer against Kibum. Their erections were touching under their jeans, causing them both to moan against each other’s lips.
“Shit,” Jinki groaned against Kibum’s lips, and Kibum couldn’t help but smile as a shudder ran through his body, down his spine and to his groin, where his arousal twitched against the slightly bigger man. Jinki grinned and grounded his hips against Kibum’s, eliciting a small cry as Kibum threw his head back onto the wall.
“God, Jinki, please,” Kibum whimpered against Jinki’s lips.
“Please what?” Jinki asked in a low growl, kissing Kibum again.
“W-we really shouldn’t be doing this here,” Kibum stuttered and moaned as Jinki rocked their hips together again.
“Is that what you really want?” Jinki asked in a breathless voice.
“Ah no,” Kibum gasped, his hips bucking against Jinki’s, eliciting moans out of the both of them. His thought were broken as was his ability to talk, but Jinki understood him perfectly.
Jinki moved off Kibum and to the nearest toilet cubicle, opening it with one hand, and offering the other to Kibum with a little smirk and a meaningful look. Kibum merely eyed him apprehensively, before a coy smile tugging at his pretty lips. Placing his hand on top of Jinki’s bigger one, Kibum moved off the wall, swaying his hips slightly as he walked into the opened cubicle, followed by a lustfully grinning Lee Jinki.
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Kibum felt Jinki’s talented hands on him, roaming feverishly under his shirt as he arched against the wall with a quite gasp. Jinki’s body positively ached for Kibum’s touch as he picked up the younger boy’s hand and slid it down his chest to his crotch. Kibum caught on, cupping Jinki gently. He watched Jinki’s eyes flutter shut as he issued a soft moan; it was one of the most erotic sight Kibum had ever seen Jinki making. His mouth opened slightly, inviting the diva to ravage his mouth. As they kissed, Jinki pressed Kibum to the cubicle wall again, their moans meeting in the fractional space between them, creating SHINee’s famous harmony in another way.
“How do you want it?” Jinki breathed against Kibum’s lips, voice deep with lust. The other vocalist moaned a bit, arching against the wall.
“I don’t care how,” Kibum managed through heavy breaths.
Giving a deep, aroused growl, Kibum didn’t really have anything to stop Jinki, and he really didn’t want Jinki to stop when he suddenly found his pants and boxers being shoved from his hips, and quite literally so. Kibum arched off the wall as he felt the cold air met his hot shaft only to have Jinki attacking his neck, placing nips and bites on his otherwise flawless skin.
“Jinki…” He breathed it out in a gasp as Jinki suddenly pulled him by the hips, lifting him up. He arched and mewled softly as he could feel the tip of Jinki’s cock pressed against his entrance.
Then there was more heat, mind blowing, body numbing heat and Jinki’s groans were mixed with Kibum’s slight whimpers in an echo through the restroom. And no matter how bad this could jeopardize their idols status as well as SHINee itself, if someone caught them fucking in public place, Jinki couldn’t found himself to care as he waited for Kibum to nod and press his forehead against Jinki’s, brown catlike eyes looking down at his in an almost pleading manner.
Jinki moved slowly at first, building up a powerful rhythm while Kibum’s legs tightened around his waist and pulled him impossibly deeper. He was thrusting further up, body angled just right when suddenly Kibum’s back arched in a perfect bend with his head thrown back, moaning loudly like a cheap whore, and all Jinki could think was there it is as he aimed another blow to the spot.
Suddenly, there was a creak that announced someone’s arrival. Jinki slipped up a hand to cover Kibum’s mouth, muffling the tantalizing sounds the pretty boy was making as he kept ramming up against Kibum’s prostate. The boy was writhing between him and the door, clawing and hitting at Jinki, even gnawing at his fingers, while moving his hips down to meet Jinki’s every thrust. And while the gnawing was a little bit painful, it was also so fucking sexy that Jinki couldn’t help his smirk. He felt Kibum’s body began to tense as the muscles around his cock tightening, making his breath hitched, and his knees getting weaker. It was hard to hold Kibum up and he didn’t want drop him. The last thing in Jinki’s mind was hurting Kibum.
So, carefully breaking their bodies apart, Jinki let go of Kibum’s face and pressed a finger to the whimpering boy, a silent order for the boy to keep quiet, as he could still hear the other person inside the restroom. And then without a little to no warning at all, Jinki slid the same hand he was using to cover Kibum’s mouth between their bodies, and grasped the weeping cook that was trapped there.
Kibum almost letting out a howl, almost, before he quickly lurched forward and sank his teeth into Jinki’s clothed shoulder to keep him from making a sound. And the bite seemed to be the catalyst for Jinki. His body suddenly jerked, and Kibum could feel himself being filled up when he lost it too, body locked up as his fingers tightened their hold on Jinki’s hair.
Panting and still shaking, Kibum slowly removed himself from Jinki as his battered tissue cried out for a short reprieve, placing his feet back onto the floor. And still, he was pinned against the door with Jinki hulking in front of him. Other than that, neither moved. Jinki leaned himself against Kibum, pressing their foreheads together.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about fucking you in places like this?” Jinki whispered as he was still trying to catch his breath.
Kibum snorted and punched the other’s shoulder playfully. “You’re such a pervert. I really, really shouldn’t be coming with you here ever again.”
Jinki pecked him on the lips softly. “You love me too much to deny me anything, baby, even when you know I’m a pervert,” he said haughtily.
“You wouldn’t be that lucky every time, baby.”
Jinki just laughed softly as the door beyond the cubicle creaked again. The two idols smiled at each other before Jinki pulled back the lock and swung open the door. The leader pulled Kibum closed to his side as they exited.
“You guys were here all these times?” Someone whose voice sounded pretty familiar asked incredulously.
Jinki and Kibum stopped in their tracks and looked up with wide eyes. How could they have ever forgotten that Jonghyun was coming with them as well? Jonghyun though merely tut, shook his head and walked out of the restroom.
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A/N. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy. Do point me my mistakes if you find one. ^^
Summary: Well, to be perfectly honest, everything about Jinki, guns and shooting grounds, never failed to turn Kibum on.
Pairing: OnKey (Lee Jinki/Kim Kibum)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: shameless smut
Warning: YAOI. Read it with your own risk ^^
Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the personal or professional lives of any real person or organization portrayed herein. No bodily harm intended whatsoever.
Kibum didn’t mind the smoldering heat, or the way the sun beat down ruthlessly on his back, nor did he care that the benches were extremely uncomfortable and hot, and the fact that his ass was nearly completely numb now. Kibum would go through all this again just as long as he got to see Lee Jinki like this doing that, and not even Shawols knew anything about this side of the Dubu leader.
He stood in a stance behind the firing line, placing his left foot forward and raising his arms. Dark brown bangs were contained under a black baseball cap, and clear glasses wrapped across his eyes. He held the gun, a Steyr M40-41, in a sturdy grip of his right hand, while his left cupping at the base. His fingers flexing and clenching, and his eyes had that dangerous glint in them as they were set upon the target in front of him.
It was really a charming and completely intoxicating sight, multiplied by the way his wet shirt clung on to his body like a second skin, showing off his perfectly formed, but hidden from his fans, abs and torso. And while some men would look and smell disgusting with all the sweat, with Jinki, it only made him even more desirable than usual - his pale skin glistened under the sunlight, and he would smell like fresh cut grass. It, well, how to put it, it reminded Kibum of when Jinki was on top of him, eyes darkening and lips smirking, before he leaned down and…
Kibum had to stop himself at these thoughts, because he had already if not terribly aroused, jeans a little tighter as he continued to eye Lee Jinki. He licked his lips as he watched the older boy took a few deep breaths and brought his finger to the trigger. With an indiscernible movement, the trigger was pulled. And then the air was filled with a loud bang.
Jinki’s aim was perfect, for someone who rarely got a chance to practice shooting; the bullet embedded itself right in the very center of the target. Kibum clapped, because he honestly couldn’t help himself, and Jinki turned to give him a smug smirk before refocusing himself for the next shot.
Kibum just loved that pleased look Jinki was flashing him. He kinda looked like the coolest detective in the coolest detective movies, who’d just successfully save a damsel in distress. Yeah. Oh and, did Kibum mentioned the way Jinki’s eyes would glint dangerously before he pulled the trigger?
Well, to be perfectly honest, everything about Jinki, guns and shooting grounds, never failed to turn Kibum on.
Kibum had his suspicion though, of how Jinki might secretly knew how it did to him, because Jinki never went to the shooting ground alone, always waking Kibum up with sweet kisses and questions of, “You’re still coming with me to the shooting ground today, right?” whispered softly in his ear. And of course, Kibum would agree because it would be a sin for Kibum to watch Jinki leave without him.
Kibum didn’t realize that Jinki was already in front of him, until his name was nearly shouted. Kibum jumped slightly out of his daydream before looking up at the older boy, squinting in the sunlight.
Jinki was smirking again, dark brown eyes shining as his hair fell untidily around his face in slightly damp locks. Kibum couldn’t help but watched as bead of sweat slid down Jinki’s neck and upon his adam’s apple, agonizingly slow, before disappearing in his shirt, which only caused Kibum to inwardly groan at how hot it was. And it was also in the way that Jinki said, “You wanna give it try?” while looking down at him intently that had the diva wanting nothing more than to throw himself at the leader, right here and there, not really caring at how publicly open it was.
But Kibum just bit his lip, standing up and replying a very tense, “Yeah,” before reaching out a hand for the pistol.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Jinki shook his head lightly, while moving a finger left and right. “Not this one, Kibummie,” he said before bending forward to pick up a gun that Kibum didn’t even realize it was there next to him on the bench all along.
“Here,” Jinki said, holding the gun out for Kibum. It was slightly smaller than the Steyr Jinki was holding in his left hand. Kibum plucked it out of Jinki’s hand; his wrist went limp from its weight as he gave the stainless steel gun with black holder an appreciating look.
“She’s a 9 mm Beretta. Perfect for beginners,” Jinki explained, smirking at the way Kibum raised an eyebrow. “She’s pretty much of lady, but don’t worry, she still packs a punch.,” Jinki said, placing his own gun down on the bench, before pushing Kibum forward.
Kibum looked hesitated for a moment, but soon he let himself being pushed towards the firing line.
“Here, let me show you how to hold it,” Jinki said, pressing up close behind him, a little too much than it was necessary, while wrapping Kibum’s hands around the black holder of the Beretta in a way that Kibum’s mind was too lazy to discern. “Good, now hold it up,” Jinki commanded softly, placing his hands on Kibum’s hips. Kibum bit his lip as he obliged, raising both of his arms and facing the barrel of the gun towards the target. “Your shoulders are too tense, relax them a bit,” Jinki said again, closer this time to his ear.
Kibum watched Jinki from the corner of his eyes. He knew Jinki was probably doing this on purpose. But he decided to play along with Jinki.
“Good, now spread your legs,” Jinki said, voice laced with dark amusement.
Kibum snorted at Jinki’s words, but he did it anyway, spreading his legs wide enough to feel Jinki’s hot and bigger hands slithering up the insides of his thighs rather shamelessly.
“Should I also bend forward?” Kibum purred, eager to see what kind of reaction he could entice.
But Jinki didn’t falter.
“No,” he breathed into Kibum’s ear, palming at the younger’s ass cheeks. “Unless, you want to be shot instead of you shooting the target.”
Refraining from blushing at the blatant innuendo, Kibum only did his best to snort and shake his head.
“But I do love being shot anyway.”
“And for that I’m glad,” Jinki said, amazing Kibum with his ability to hold a straight face. “But right now, you have to show me how good you are at shooting the target, and I’ll reward you later.”
Gasping in surprise, and at the way it made him throbbed even more, Kibum had forgotten the hands that were feeling him up from behind, until he felt one of them patted the hard ridge in his pants.
“Ah! I hate you!” he moaned as he bucked his hips upward.
“No, you love me…” Jinki hummed low, lips brushing Kibum’s ear as he leaned into the younger man, where Kibum could feel every inch of Jinki through their clothing, hot and hard and ready to teach him a lesson. Well, at least it wasn’t just him that had been aroused by this activity. Or rather, Kibum suspected, in Jinki case, he was aroused by just having Kibum watching him shooting off. And Jinki would never admit it out loud that it was the truth, unless he wanted Kibum to rub it on his face.
“C’mon Kibummie, shoot the target,” Jinki said, leaning in closer, his soft lips were brushing against Kibum’s cheek, taunting the diva to turn his head and capture them.
“What am I gonna get if I can hit the target?”
Jinki could think of a few ‘things’ to give Kibum, and he didn’t even hesitate to voice one of them. “Hit the bullseye and I’ll let you top tonight,” he growled sexily into Kibum’s ear, satisfied with himself when Kibum momentarily weakened, noticing the faintest, tiniest jerk of the diva’s slim body.
Kibum swallowed. “Deal,” he croaked, eyes flickering to Jinki and then back to the target. He shifted his grip slightly and fingered the trigger lightly. He had never done it before, but he wasn’t called as The Almighty Key for nothing. But just before he pulled the trigger back, Jinki licked the skin behind his ear.
“Shishus!” Kibum yelled and the Beretta in his hands went off suddenly, followed immediately by a squawk and a thud as a crow landed feet away from them.
“Shame,” Jinki said nonchalantly, moving away from Kibum, smirking at the diva-ish glare Kibum threw at him.
“You did that on purpose!”
“What?” Jinki grinned innocently.
“Don’t ever expecting me to come here with you again!” Kibum growled through his teeth, his face flushed as he stalked towards the benches to put the gun down none too gently.
The leader threw his head back and laughed. “You are really cute when bothered, Kibummie.”
Kibum stopped in his track and turned on the spot to face the laughing Jinki. “You knew it all along?” Kibum asked nervously.
“Why yes I did, my dear Kibummie. Why would you think I always asked you to come here with me? I love the feeling of you watching me. And have I mentioned about the sex that came after this activity? You became even more agreeable and…”
“Lalalalala! I don’t wanna hear you!” Kibum snapped, blushing madly. He shoved his fingers into his ears and turned his well-known bitchy attitude full blast, while striding towards the restroom area. He really didn’t realize it, and he absolutely didn’t want to admit it, that Jinki was probably right, that he had become more… compliant to Jinki’s advances at night after the shooting off.
Jinki grinned as he watched his lover take off. He looked so cute that Jinki considered teasing him more, and he did. He jogged up to the sulking diva, pulling the other close to his side by the waist, totally ignoring Kibum’s glare. “Where are you heading?” He asked teasingly. “Don’t tell me you want to practice shooting in the restroom.”
“Jinki!” Kibum yelled, annoyed and also embarrassed, throwing the door to the restroom open before reeling around to face his pursuer. “Stop it!”
The older boy just grinned and took the emptiness of the restroom as an invitation to push Kibum gently against the wall of the nearest stall. “I’m sorry, I was just teasing you,” he said softly, trapping Kibum under his gaze more than his physical confines. He looked into those squinting brown eyes and smiled at the pout Kibum was giving him.
Kibum then huffed and looked away, but there was a hint of smile playing on his lips. “I really shouldn’t be coming with you here again,” he said in low voice.
Jinki merely chuckled before he cupped Kibum’s pretty face with both hands, thumbs stroking his high cheekbones tenderly as he said, “Yeah, well let’s just see about that later.” Jinki smirked at Kibum’s little pout, before capturing those tempting lips in a kiss.
Kibum leaned into the kiss, melting completely under it. He reached his hands up the leader’s body to his neck, wrapping his thin appendages around him. Jinki in turn placed his hands on Kibum’s hips as their mouths opened for each other.
Their tongues engaged in a fierce battle as they pressed against each other, slight moans of barely contained pleasure issuing from both boys. The larger man pressed the slimmer one harder to the wall, their hips meeting. Jinki’s breath hitched at the contact, and Kibum moaned quietly, his hand gripping at Jinki’s hair. Jinki answered his moan, his knees buckling slightly as he pressed closer against Kibum. Their erections were touching under their jeans, causing them both to moan against each other’s lips.
“Shit,” Jinki groaned against Kibum’s lips, and Kibum couldn’t help but smile as a shudder ran through his body, down his spine and to his groin, where his arousal twitched against the slightly bigger man. Jinki grinned and grounded his hips against Kibum’s, eliciting a small cry as Kibum threw his head back onto the wall.
“God, Jinki, please,” Kibum whimpered against Jinki’s lips.
“Please what?” Jinki asked in a low growl, kissing Kibum again.
“W-we really shouldn’t be doing this here,” Kibum stuttered and moaned as Jinki rocked their hips together again.
“Is that what you really want?” Jinki asked in a breathless voice.
“Ah no,” Kibum gasped, his hips bucking against Jinki’s, eliciting moans out of the both of them. His thought were broken as was his ability to talk, but Jinki understood him perfectly.
Jinki moved off Kibum and to the nearest toilet cubicle, opening it with one hand, and offering the other to Kibum with a little smirk and a meaningful look. Kibum merely eyed him apprehensively, before a coy smile tugging at his pretty lips. Placing his hand on top of Jinki’s bigger one, Kibum moved off the wall, swaying his hips slightly as he walked into the opened cubicle, followed by a lustfully grinning Lee Jinki.
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Kibum felt Jinki’s talented hands on him, roaming feverishly under his shirt as he arched against the wall with a quite gasp. Jinki’s body positively ached for Kibum’s touch as he picked up the younger boy’s hand and slid it down his chest to his crotch. Kibum caught on, cupping Jinki gently. He watched Jinki’s eyes flutter shut as he issued a soft moan; it was one of the most erotic sight Kibum had ever seen Jinki making. His mouth opened slightly, inviting the diva to ravage his mouth. As they kissed, Jinki pressed Kibum to the cubicle wall again, their moans meeting in the fractional space between them, creating SHINee’s famous harmony in another way.
“How do you want it?” Jinki breathed against Kibum’s lips, voice deep with lust. The other vocalist moaned a bit, arching against the wall.
“I don’t care how,” Kibum managed through heavy breaths.
Giving a deep, aroused growl, Kibum didn’t really have anything to stop Jinki, and he really didn’t want Jinki to stop when he suddenly found his pants and boxers being shoved from his hips, and quite literally so. Kibum arched off the wall as he felt the cold air met his hot shaft only to have Jinki attacking his neck, placing nips and bites on his otherwise flawless skin.
“Jinki…” He breathed it out in a gasp as Jinki suddenly pulled him by the hips, lifting him up. He arched and mewled softly as he could feel the tip of Jinki’s cock pressed against his entrance.
Then there was more heat, mind blowing, body numbing heat and Jinki’s groans were mixed with Kibum’s slight whimpers in an echo through the restroom. And no matter how bad this could jeopardize their idols status as well as SHINee itself, if someone caught them fucking in public place, Jinki couldn’t found himself to care as he waited for Kibum to nod and press his forehead against Jinki’s, brown catlike eyes looking down at his in an almost pleading manner.
Jinki moved slowly at first, building up a powerful rhythm while Kibum’s legs tightened around his waist and pulled him impossibly deeper. He was thrusting further up, body angled just right when suddenly Kibum’s back arched in a perfect bend with his head thrown back, moaning loudly like a cheap whore, and all Jinki could think was there it is as he aimed another blow to the spot.
Suddenly, there was a creak that announced someone’s arrival. Jinki slipped up a hand to cover Kibum’s mouth, muffling the tantalizing sounds the pretty boy was making as he kept ramming up against Kibum’s prostate. The boy was writhing between him and the door, clawing and hitting at Jinki, even gnawing at his fingers, while moving his hips down to meet Jinki’s every thrust. And while the gnawing was a little bit painful, it was also so fucking sexy that Jinki couldn’t help his smirk. He felt Kibum’s body began to tense as the muscles around his cock tightening, making his breath hitched, and his knees getting weaker. It was hard to hold Kibum up and he didn’t want drop him. The last thing in Jinki’s mind was hurting Kibum.
So, carefully breaking their bodies apart, Jinki let go of Kibum’s face and pressed a finger to the whimpering boy, a silent order for the boy to keep quiet, as he could still hear the other person inside the restroom. And then without a little to no warning at all, Jinki slid the same hand he was using to cover Kibum’s mouth between their bodies, and grasped the weeping cook that was trapped there.
Kibum almost letting out a howl, almost, before he quickly lurched forward and sank his teeth into Jinki’s clothed shoulder to keep him from making a sound. And the bite seemed to be the catalyst for Jinki. His body suddenly jerked, and Kibum could feel himself being filled up when he lost it too, body locked up as his fingers tightened their hold on Jinki’s hair.
Panting and still shaking, Kibum slowly removed himself from Jinki as his battered tissue cried out for a short reprieve, placing his feet back onto the floor. And still, he was pinned against the door with Jinki hulking in front of him. Other than that, neither moved. Jinki leaned himself against Kibum, pressing their foreheads together.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt about fucking you in places like this?” Jinki whispered as he was still trying to catch his breath.
Kibum snorted and punched the other’s shoulder playfully. “You’re such a pervert. I really, really shouldn’t be coming with you here ever again.”
Jinki pecked him on the lips softly. “You love me too much to deny me anything, baby, even when you know I’m a pervert,” he said haughtily.
“You wouldn’t be that lucky every time, baby.”
Jinki just laughed softly as the door beyond the cubicle creaked again. The two idols smiled at each other before Jinki pulled back the lock and swung open the door. The leader pulled Kibum closed to his side as they exited.
“You guys were here all these times?” Someone whose voice sounded pretty familiar asked incredulously.
Jinki and Kibum stopped in their tracks and looked up with wide eyes. How could they have ever forgotten that Jonghyun was coming with them as well? Jonghyun though merely tut, shook his head and walked out of the restroom.
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A/N. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy. Do point me my mistakes if you find one. ^^