[Fic] Voyeuristic Intentions
Title: Voyeuristic Intentions
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo/Joonmyun
Length: 2500w
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Author's Note: pwp
Summary: Jongin brings home Joonmyun for Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo's completely distracted and has been all day, eyes glazed over and staring blankly at a spot on the wall as the lecturer drones on and on in the background. It's something to do with their exams and he should be listening intently because Kyungsoo's a perfect student, but today his mind is just a little preoccupied. A smile grows across his face and he bites his lip in an attempt to hide it as a flush spreads from his neck to his cheeks. He slides down a little in his seat.
It isn't an odd occurrence when he's woken just before his alarm is set to go off with Jongin already between his legs, stroking his dick until it hardens before slipping it through his plump lips. Kyungsoo always seems to focus better on the days his boyfriend gets him off first thing, body lulled into a relaxed state that inhibits him from stressing too much during classes. The first time it happened, he'd been so pleased with how easy his test had gone, he made sure to write down when all his tests and exams were on a calendar and subtly left it out for Jongin to see. It worked.
But this morning had been a little different, Jongin crawling up his post-orgasmic body to kiss him thoroughly. "I have something for you later tonight," he'd whispered and it sent a thrill down the older man's sensitive body.
"You always have something for me," he teased, lifting his lower half enough to brush Jongin's still hard cock against his skin.
It was Jongin's smile, that devilish smirk that caught him offguard because it wasn't his usual one. This one seemed more sinister and Kyungsoo's stomach flipped. "Something else then."
Jongin refused to explain further and Kyungsoo is now considering he'd done it just to throw him off.
Kyungsoo hates late classes, trudging along the sidewalk with his backpack weighing down his shoulders and his head lolling in semi-circles until he feels the satisfying pop in his neck. He's really hoping Jongin's surprise is food and a back massage because he is in need of both right now. Only when he walks into their apartment, toeing off his shoes and letting his bag hit the floor with a resonating thunk, he doesn't smell food. He doesn't see Jongin either and he's halfway to the kitchen before he hears their bedroom door click open and then close.
Jongin is rushing down toward him, grinning from ear to ear before picking the smaller man up and kissing him soundly on the mouth. "Welcome home," he breathes out and Kyungsoo whacks him on the arm to put him down.
"You seem . . . excited," he says cautiously after taking a step back, eyeing his boyfriend up and down closely. It's easy to see Jongin's turned on, the way his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glassy and the obvious outline of his hard-on in his jeans. "Were you masturbating?"
Jongin rolls his eyes. "Like I'd need to with a sex fiend like you for a boyfriend."
The older man catches a whiff of strawberries and he lunges for Jongin's hand, inspecting his digits to find them sticky with lube. Strawberry flavored lube. His eyes narrow and he scrunches his nose before pouting. "You could have waited for me."
"Don't be mad at me, baby," Jongin coos, wrapping his other arm around Kyungsoo's waist to pull him closer and plant a soothing kiss on his lips. "You'll ruin the surprise."
Oh. That.
"So what is it?"
Jongin's smile nearly splits his face when he leads the other man down the hall to their room. They stop outside the closed door and Jongin turns to him, biting his bottom lip after licking across it quickly. A sign of nervousness.
His imagination goes into overdrive, ideas of what exactly could have Jongin antsy running through his mind. They've always been very open in their relationship, something that works very uniquely for them. There's never anything held back. It's all about giving and accepting and never about taking. If Kyungsoo decides he wants to thigh fuck Jongin in a leather skirt, he voices it and Jongin obliges. When Jongin asks Kyungsoo to suck him off against the dusty shelves of the reference section in the campus library, he drops to his knees. What could possibly be so different about this?
Jongin slowly turns the knob and the door creaks open, the light from the lamp beside their bed spilling out. Kyungsoo takes the final step forward to peer inside and promptly stops breathing.
It's no secret that he's always had a thing for their History TA, Joonmyun. From the first day the man had walked into class, arms full of papers and glasses slid low on his nose, Kyungsoo had felt the lust coiling up. Jongin, of course, noticed right away and it became kind of a running joke. Jongin isn't the jealous type because he knows Kyungsoo isn't going anywhere. They're so in synch with each other, not being together would be the equivalent of losing an arm and a leg and possibly other body parts. So when Jongin teases him and Kyungsoo gives 'fuck me' stares to the TA, it's all in fun.
Kyungsoo had only been voicing his fantasies out loud as Jongin fucked him slowly on top of the kitchen table a few weeks ago. (Dirty talk always gets Jongin wound up so tight his orgasms hit him like a freight train.) So when he'd whispered in his boyfriend's ear about how hot it would be for Jongin to watch as he fucked Joonmyun into the mattress, he didn't expect him to take any of it seriously.
And yet -
Joonmyun is splayed across their bed, both arms straight up and cuffed to the headboard so he can't move. His pale, unmarred skin is pulled tight across his thin frame and covered in patches of red. Kyungsoo's eyes trail down his sweat covered chest to rest on his cock, hard and flush against his stomach and he licks his lips. Joonmyun's legs are spread, light catching the smear of liquid that coats the cleft of his ass and oh.
"Did you-" Kyungsoo asks, looking at Jongin in shock.
"All for you."
Kyungsoo is still a little taken aback as the heat rushes through his body and Jongin takes the initiative, moves behind him to walk them over to the side of the bed. Hooded eyes greet him as Joonmyun shifts on the sheets and gasps when he moves a little too much and the cuffs dig into his wrist. Jongin wraps around him, resting his chin on Kyungsoo's shoulder before pressing a kiss to his neck that sends a shudder all the way his toes.
"Baby?" Jongin asks, uncertainty in his voice because Kyungsoo is still just staring down at Joonmyun's face.
"I -" and Kyungsoo's voice cracks. He pulls away enough to look at Jongin properly. "I think I have the best boyfriend in the world."
A relieved smile flashes over him before Kyungsoo's kissing him hard, skipping over the warm up and delving his tongue inside his boyfriend's mouth. It's dirty and wet and Jongin's moaning and pressing their hips together.
"Let me help you get started," he breathes, fingers sliding up Kyungoo's shirt to pull it over his head and toss it aside. Another kiss and he laughs when Jongin drags his hands into the back of his pants to grab his bare ass before taking them off too. A final liplock and Jongin turns him to face the bed, Joonmyun watching them intently as the younger man starts stroking Kyungsoo's cock until it's hard and his panting matches that of the man laying in wait for him.
Jongin moves away and Kyungsoo reaches out for him instinctively. "Where are you going?"
"To watch." Undressing as he goes, Jongin drapes himself in a chair by the wall and the way he's already hard and lightly touching himself lets Kyungsoo know this really is okay.
Slowly, keeping his gaze locked on Joonmyun, Kyungsoo walks around to the end of the bed and reaches out to wrap his hands around the man's ankles. From this close he can see Joonmyun shaking, but there's no indication he's cold so it must be nerves. In fact, he relaxes the further up Kyungsoo moves his hands, fingers lingering on calf muscles and thumbing under his bent knees as he crawls onto the mattress. And as enticing as it is to dip down and take Joonmyun's cock into his mouth, he doesn't. Kyungsoo doesn't stop his ascent until he's face to face with the TA, staring down at parted lips and desperately wanting to touch them. "Is this - do you -?"
"Yes please," Joonmyun breathes and that's all Kyungsoo needs before closing the distance and getting to taste those lips for the first time. He takes his time licking inside his warm mouth as he lowers until their bodies are touching, skin against skin and Joonmyun moans, lifting his hips for more. Kyungsoo's head is spinning with desire and lust, drinking in every moan Joonmyun makes and echoing with his own. It's never taken this short amount of time for him to get so worked up and he knows it's because Jongin is watching. The reminder sends another sharp wave of arousal through his system and his patience wears incredibly thin.
"Ready?" he asks and Joonmyun nods. Abandoning his mouth, Kyungsoo slowly moves back down, making sure to place a kiss directly on the tip of Joonmyun's leaking cock before sitting up on his knees. Kyungsoo spreads his legs wider, dragging a finger down his crack before going further and pressing against his sticky entrance. Hips jerk forward and he can feel the muscles clenching and unclenching and it's with ease that he teases the tip of his thumb inside before pulling away. The bottle of lube is still on the bed and Kyungsoo flicks open the cap and messily pours it onto his hand. It's cold and his cock is hot and he hisses when they make contact, but he doesn't slow, stroking himself thoroughly.
The head of his cock is sucked into Joonmyun's body and they both moan as he rocks inside a little further. Kyungsoo turns his head, looks to the side to watch Jongin watching them. His boyfriend is slumped in the chair, legs spread wide and fist working up and down on his cock at a moderately quick pace. Jongin's stare is like an aphrodisiac, coaxing him into sliding inside Joonmyun more until he's buried and the other man is wrapping smooth thighs around his waist. Kyungsoo maintains eye contact with Jongin for the first few thrusts, letting the heat of his gaze burn through until it feels like his entire being is on fire. He loves Jongin so much.
Joonmyun uses his hands to grip the headboard and push down hard, eliciting a sharp gasp out of Kyungsoo and he rivets his attention back to the man he's fucking. Ankles dig into his back urgently, letting him know exactly what Joonmyun wants. Kyungsoo proceeds to pick up the pace, hips slapping against the other man's ass only to have the sound drowned out by the lewd moans filling the air. Joonmyun is a vocal lover and he soaks it up, thrusts exceptionally hard and fast three or four times before slowing and repeating moments later. It drives him into pulling at his handcuffs, whining and trying to force Kyungsoo into one solid rhythm as he begs. Pleas of 'fucking harder' and 'oh my god' and even a 'I bet Jongin could fuck me better' spilled from his abused lips. That last one is the reason Kyungsoo falls forward, braces himself on his elbows and drives into Joonmyun like an animal. The other man is moaning too much for words now, mouth agape and sweat running down his face and muscles tightening around Kyungsoo so much he nearly screams.
A gruff moan alerts Kyungsoo of Jongin's orgasm and he spares him a glance, come pooled on his stomach and body slack as he still watches. Joonmyun's back bows off the bed and for a moment he doesn't breathe, eyes shut and arms stiff, but Kyungsoo doesn't relent, doesn't slow for a moment. Neither of them are going to last very much longer anyway, bodies too high strung from the brutal pace and heady lust. Kyungsoo shifts his weight in order to move his arm, reach between their bodies and squeeze his fingers around Joonmyun's cock. It's hot and heavy and not as thick as Jongin's but definitely longer. He's careful to smear the precome down the shaft before pumping and Joonmyun jerks into it with shaky breaths.
Kyungsoo is so focused on getting Joonmyun off, on finding his own release that he doesn't feel the dip behind him on the bed until Jongin's hands are on him. They're on his thighs, running up the inside before settling on his ass and squeezing. "Jesus fuck," Kyungsoo curses, hips stuttering and body responding to Jongin's touch like it always does. With eagerness. Jongin continues to assault him, occasionally pushing against his flesh to bury inside Joonmyun further until the other man cries out his climax and spills across Kyungsoo's fingers. The pulsing around his dick is too much, the slick thrusts pushing through with difficulty until he feels it, the snap just before he comes.
Jongin ever so sadistically keeps rocking Kyungsoo through it until he can't move, body boneless and cock twitching with sensitivity and he uses his dirty hand to reach around and hit his boyfriend. Joonmyun is recovering under him, chest heaving and face red and it's really difficult to not collapse on top of him. Jongin circles his waist with strong arms and pulls him up, Kyungsoo groaning from the position change and his dick slipping out of Joonmyun.
A soft whimper catches his attention and he looks down to see Joonmyun rattling his cuffs. Jongin's the one who carefully unlocks them and helps him pull his arms down, fingers brushing across red wrists with care. He even mumbles an apology, but Joonmyun shakes his head. "I liked it." Kyungsoo and Jongin both smile at him and he actually blushes. Of all the times - "Does this mean you'll stop undressing me with your eyes in class and pay attention?"
Jongin cackles and Kyungsoo elbows him in the side. "Not likely."
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo/Joonmyun
Length: 2500w
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Author's Note: pwp
Summary: Jongin brings home Joonmyun for Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo's completely distracted and has been all day, eyes glazed over and staring blankly at a spot on the wall as the lecturer drones on and on in the background. It's something to do with their exams and he should be listening intently because Kyungsoo's a perfect student, but today his mind is just a little preoccupied. A smile grows across his face and he bites his lip in an attempt to hide it as a flush spreads from his neck to his cheeks. He slides down a little in his seat.
It isn't an odd occurrence when he's woken just before his alarm is set to go off with Jongin already between his legs, stroking his dick until it hardens before slipping it through his plump lips. Kyungsoo always seems to focus better on the days his boyfriend gets him off first thing, body lulled into a relaxed state that inhibits him from stressing too much during classes. The first time it happened, he'd been so pleased with how easy his test had gone, he made sure to write down when all his tests and exams were on a calendar and subtly left it out for Jongin to see. It worked.
But this morning had been a little different, Jongin crawling up his post-orgasmic body to kiss him thoroughly. "I have something for you later tonight," he'd whispered and it sent a thrill down the older man's sensitive body.
"You always have something for me," he teased, lifting his lower half enough to brush Jongin's still hard cock against his skin.
It was Jongin's smile, that devilish smirk that caught him offguard because it wasn't his usual one. This one seemed more sinister and Kyungsoo's stomach flipped. "Something else then."
Jongin refused to explain further and Kyungsoo is now considering he'd done it just to throw him off.
Kyungsoo hates late classes, trudging along the sidewalk with his backpack weighing down his shoulders and his head lolling in semi-circles until he feels the satisfying pop in his neck. He's really hoping Jongin's surprise is food and a back massage because he is in need of both right now. Only when he walks into their apartment, toeing off his shoes and letting his bag hit the floor with a resonating thunk, he doesn't smell food. He doesn't see Jongin either and he's halfway to the kitchen before he hears their bedroom door click open and then close.
Jongin is rushing down toward him, grinning from ear to ear before picking the smaller man up and kissing him soundly on the mouth. "Welcome home," he breathes out and Kyungsoo whacks him on the arm to put him down.
"You seem . . . excited," he says cautiously after taking a step back, eyeing his boyfriend up and down closely. It's easy to see Jongin's turned on, the way his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are glassy and the obvious outline of his hard-on in his jeans. "Were you masturbating?"
Jongin rolls his eyes. "Like I'd need to with a sex fiend like you for a boyfriend."
The older man catches a whiff of strawberries and he lunges for Jongin's hand, inspecting his digits to find them sticky with lube. Strawberry flavored lube. His eyes narrow and he scrunches his nose before pouting. "You could have waited for me."
"Don't be mad at me, baby," Jongin coos, wrapping his other arm around Kyungsoo's waist to pull him closer and plant a soothing kiss on his lips. "You'll ruin the surprise."
Oh. That.
"So what is it?"
Jongin's smile nearly splits his face when he leads the other man down the hall to their room. They stop outside the closed door and Jongin turns to him, biting his bottom lip after licking across it quickly. A sign of nervousness.
His imagination goes into overdrive, ideas of what exactly could have Jongin antsy running through his mind. They've always been very open in their relationship, something that works very uniquely for them. There's never anything held back. It's all about giving and accepting and never about taking. If Kyungsoo decides he wants to thigh fuck Jongin in a leather skirt, he voices it and Jongin obliges. When Jongin asks Kyungsoo to suck him off against the dusty shelves of the reference section in the campus library, he drops to his knees. What could possibly be so different about this?
Jongin slowly turns the knob and the door creaks open, the light from the lamp beside their bed spilling out. Kyungsoo takes the final step forward to peer inside and promptly stops breathing.
It's no secret that he's always had a thing for their History TA, Joonmyun. From the first day the man had walked into class, arms full of papers and glasses slid low on his nose, Kyungsoo had felt the lust coiling up. Jongin, of course, noticed right away and it became kind of a running joke. Jongin isn't the jealous type because he knows Kyungsoo isn't going anywhere. They're so in synch with each other, not being together would be the equivalent of losing an arm and a leg and possibly other body parts. So when Jongin teases him and Kyungsoo gives 'fuck me' stares to the TA, it's all in fun.
Kyungsoo had only been voicing his fantasies out loud as Jongin fucked him slowly on top of the kitchen table a few weeks ago. (Dirty talk always gets Jongin wound up so tight his orgasms hit him like a freight train.) So when he'd whispered in his boyfriend's ear about how hot it would be for Jongin to watch as he fucked Joonmyun into the mattress, he didn't expect him to take any of it seriously.
And yet -
Joonmyun is splayed across their bed, both arms straight up and cuffed to the headboard so he can't move. His pale, unmarred skin is pulled tight across his thin frame and covered in patches of red. Kyungsoo's eyes trail down his sweat covered chest to rest on his cock, hard and flush against his stomach and he licks his lips. Joonmyun's legs are spread, light catching the smear of liquid that coats the cleft of his ass and oh.
"Did you-" Kyungsoo asks, looking at Jongin in shock.
"All for you."
Kyungsoo is still a little taken aback as the heat rushes through his body and Jongin takes the initiative, moves behind him to walk them over to the side of the bed. Hooded eyes greet him as Joonmyun shifts on the sheets and gasps when he moves a little too much and the cuffs dig into his wrist. Jongin wraps around him, resting his chin on Kyungsoo's shoulder before pressing a kiss to his neck that sends a shudder all the way his toes.
"Baby?" Jongin asks, uncertainty in his voice because Kyungsoo is still just staring down at Joonmyun's face.
"I -" and Kyungsoo's voice cracks. He pulls away enough to look at Jongin properly. "I think I have the best boyfriend in the world."
A relieved smile flashes over him before Kyungsoo's kissing him hard, skipping over the warm up and delving his tongue inside his boyfriend's mouth. It's dirty and wet and Jongin's moaning and pressing their hips together.
"Let me help you get started," he breathes, fingers sliding up Kyungoo's shirt to pull it over his head and toss it aside. Another kiss and he laughs when Jongin drags his hands into the back of his pants to grab his bare ass before taking them off too. A final liplock and Jongin turns him to face the bed, Joonmyun watching them intently as the younger man starts stroking Kyungsoo's cock until it's hard and his panting matches that of the man laying in wait for him.
Jongin moves away and Kyungsoo reaches out for him instinctively. "Where are you going?"
"To watch." Undressing as he goes, Jongin drapes himself in a chair by the wall and the way he's already hard and lightly touching himself lets Kyungsoo know this really is okay.
Slowly, keeping his gaze locked on Joonmyun, Kyungsoo walks around to the end of the bed and reaches out to wrap his hands around the man's ankles. From this close he can see Joonmyun shaking, but there's no indication he's cold so it must be nerves. In fact, he relaxes the further up Kyungsoo moves his hands, fingers lingering on calf muscles and thumbing under his bent knees as he crawls onto the mattress. And as enticing as it is to dip down and take Joonmyun's cock into his mouth, he doesn't. Kyungsoo doesn't stop his ascent until he's face to face with the TA, staring down at parted lips and desperately wanting to touch them. "Is this - do you -?"
"Yes please," Joonmyun breathes and that's all Kyungsoo needs before closing the distance and getting to taste those lips for the first time. He takes his time licking inside his warm mouth as he lowers until their bodies are touching, skin against skin and Joonmyun moans, lifting his hips for more. Kyungsoo's head is spinning with desire and lust, drinking in every moan Joonmyun makes and echoing with his own. It's never taken this short amount of time for him to get so worked up and he knows it's because Jongin is watching. The reminder sends another sharp wave of arousal through his system and his patience wears incredibly thin.
"Ready?" he asks and Joonmyun nods. Abandoning his mouth, Kyungsoo slowly moves back down, making sure to place a kiss directly on the tip of Joonmyun's leaking cock before sitting up on his knees. Kyungsoo spreads his legs wider, dragging a finger down his crack before going further and pressing against his sticky entrance. Hips jerk forward and he can feel the muscles clenching and unclenching and it's with ease that he teases the tip of his thumb inside before pulling away. The bottle of lube is still on the bed and Kyungsoo flicks open the cap and messily pours it onto his hand. It's cold and his cock is hot and he hisses when they make contact, but he doesn't slow, stroking himself thoroughly.
The head of his cock is sucked into Joonmyun's body and they both moan as he rocks inside a little further. Kyungsoo turns his head, looks to the side to watch Jongin watching them. His boyfriend is slumped in the chair, legs spread wide and fist working up and down on his cock at a moderately quick pace. Jongin's stare is like an aphrodisiac, coaxing him into sliding inside Joonmyun more until he's buried and the other man is wrapping smooth thighs around his waist. Kyungsoo maintains eye contact with Jongin for the first few thrusts, letting the heat of his gaze burn through until it feels like his entire being is on fire. He loves Jongin so much.
Joonmyun uses his hands to grip the headboard and push down hard, eliciting a sharp gasp out of Kyungsoo and he rivets his attention back to the man he's fucking. Ankles dig into his back urgently, letting him know exactly what Joonmyun wants. Kyungsoo proceeds to pick up the pace, hips slapping against the other man's ass only to have the sound drowned out by the lewd moans filling the air. Joonmyun is a vocal lover and he soaks it up, thrusts exceptionally hard and fast three or four times before slowing and repeating moments later. It drives him into pulling at his handcuffs, whining and trying to force Kyungsoo into one solid rhythm as he begs. Pleas of 'fucking harder' and 'oh my god' and even a 'I bet Jongin could fuck me better' spilled from his abused lips. That last one is the reason Kyungsoo falls forward, braces himself on his elbows and drives into Joonmyun like an animal. The other man is moaning too much for words now, mouth agape and sweat running down his face and muscles tightening around Kyungsoo so much he nearly screams.
A gruff moan alerts Kyungsoo of Jongin's orgasm and he spares him a glance, come pooled on his stomach and body slack as he still watches. Joonmyun's back bows off the bed and for a moment he doesn't breathe, eyes shut and arms stiff, but Kyungsoo doesn't relent, doesn't slow for a moment. Neither of them are going to last very much longer anyway, bodies too high strung from the brutal pace and heady lust. Kyungsoo shifts his weight in order to move his arm, reach between their bodies and squeeze his fingers around Joonmyun's cock. It's hot and heavy and not as thick as Jongin's but definitely longer. He's careful to smear the precome down the shaft before pumping and Joonmyun jerks into it with shaky breaths.
Kyungsoo is so focused on getting Joonmyun off, on finding his own release that he doesn't feel the dip behind him on the bed until Jongin's hands are on him. They're on his thighs, running up the inside before settling on his ass and squeezing. "Jesus fuck," Kyungsoo curses, hips stuttering and body responding to Jongin's touch like it always does. With eagerness. Jongin continues to assault him, occasionally pushing against his flesh to bury inside Joonmyun further until the other man cries out his climax and spills across Kyungsoo's fingers. The pulsing around his dick is too much, the slick thrusts pushing through with difficulty until he feels it, the snap just before he comes.
Jongin ever so sadistically keeps rocking Kyungsoo through it until he can't move, body boneless and cock twitching with sensitivity and he uses his dirty hand to reach around and hit his boyfriend. Joonmyun is recovering under him, chest heaving and face red and it's really difficult to not collapse on top of him. Jongin circles his waist with strong arms and pulls him up, Kyungsoo groaning from the position change and his dick slipping out of Joonmyun.
A soft whimper catches his attention and he looks down to see Joonmyun rattling his cuffs. Jongin's the one who carefully unlocks them and helps him pull his arms down, fingers brushing across red wrists with care. He even mumbles an apology, but Joonmyun shakes his head. "I liked it." Kyungsoo and Jongin both smile at him and he actually blushes. Of all the times - "Does this mean you'll stop undressing me with your eyes in class and pay attention?"
Jongin cackles and Kyungsoo elbows him in the side. "Not likely."