[Advent] Day Twenty - Long Distance
Title: Long Distance
For: anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/Tao
Length: 1350w
Summary: Just because Jongin and Tao are in different countries doesn't mean they can't have a little fun.
The picture quality doesn't do Tao any justice, the finer points of his features all blended together and it only serves as a reminder that they're so far apart. Separate promotions were inevitable, but that doesn't mean Jongin has to like it when his boyfriend is in another country - so far out of reach. He sighs, fingers trailing down the screen of his laptop as Tao smiles at him through the webcam. His face is clean, makeup free and his hair is still damp from his shower. Jongin licks his lips because Tao called him while only wearing a towel around his waist, the rest of him left exposed to the open air and Jongin is a little worried that he might catch a cold.
“I’ll be fine,” Tao assures his boyfriend with a soft smile, waving off his concern like Jongin knew he would.
Jongin still frowns, thumping the image of Tao on his screen right in the forehead petulantly.
"I can hear you abusing me," Tao chortles and Jongin blushes, the tips of his ears going red and rushing down to invade his cheeks. Tao's laughter only grows.
"The least you can do is take care of yourself when I'm not there to do it for you. I'll call Luhan hyung if I have to."
Tao stops laughing mid-guffaw and orients his wide eyes on his boyfriend. "You wouldn't dare."
Jongin crosses his arms and sits back, leaning on his pillows as his laptop balances precariously on his knees. "Try me."
Tao pouts. "How about I dress after our call."
"Tao-"
"Jongin, how am I supposed to get off with clothes on?"
Jongin's mouth goes dry and he gapes like a fish, swallowing hard. "What?"
Tao smirks and then shimmies back in his chair. All Jongin sees are Tao's arms moving and then white when his towel is tossed aside. All the air in his lungs whooshes out at once and as much as he wants to be irritated that Tao is sitting at his desk, naked and damp and ignoring the health risks, he can’t help but be turned on because Tao is naked.
This isn’t what Jongin had in mind when he decided to call Tao on his down time.
“I don’t think -”
Jongin,” Tao purrs. “Just imagine I’m there, right now, sitting between your legs.”
Tao’s hand disappears and then the webcam follows, Tao angling it down enough for Jongin to see him already half hard, stroking slowly from base to tip and back. It’s a jolt to Jongin’s system, adrenaline flooding and hormones amping up because Tao is an exceptionally attractive man - especially when he’s naked. Jongin bites his lip to keep from groaning along with the soft panting he can hear through the speakers.
He’s mesmerized, watching the way Tao jerks himself off, slow yet firm and Jongin can’t help imagining Tao doing the same to him, standing behind him in the shower to coax him into hardness, pump him with sure strokes until Jongin is shaking and coming over the tiled walls. It’s an all too real scenario, Jongin is used to Tao boxing him in and taking control of him on the regular, but he’s still embarrassed at how hard he is already, fidgeting in his sheets.
Tao is the aggressor, the one who gives chase because Jongin is shy when it comes to all things sexual. Jongin’s still stuck in that missionary-under-the-blankets-with-the-lights-off kind of sex, so this particular situation has him feeling awkward, unsure what he’s supposed to do.
“Jongin,” Tao moans, startling Jongin out of his staring and he jumps, nearly knocking his laptop onto the floor. “It’s not very fun doing this by myself.”
Jongin swallows before clearing his throat. “What do you want me to do?”
“Show me how hard you are for me,” Tao breathes out, moaning when he pulls at his cock a little harder. “I want to see your pretty cock.”
Jongin curses the day Sehun taught Tao how to talk dirty in korean even as he wiggles his way out of his shorts, face and chest red hot with an almost permanent blush. He only brings the fabric down enough for his dick to show, balls still trapped in his briefs.
“I can’t see,” Tao whines. Jongin has to straighten his legs, balance his laptop on his thighs and tilt the screen down. Tao hums in approval and Jongin can envision the way he’s smiling, lips pulled up on one side and teeth digging into the sensitive skin. “Much better.”
Jongin chokes off an embarrassed noise, fingers curling in the sheets as he watches Tao’s, legs spreading so he can thrust into his hand. He’s so hard, cockhead pink and wet, disappearing inside his fist and then poking through the top. His own cock twitches, throbbing as it lays untouched and probably staining his shirt. He tugs it up, groaning at the slide of fabric as it catches on his cock along the way.
Tao snickers. “You’re allowed to touch.”
Jongin whines, mostly in embarrassment. It’s not like he doesn’t masturbate, but doing it in front of his boyfriend is another thing entirely. It’s almost as if he can feel Tao’s eyes on him, scrutinizing and burning hot. It makes Jongin harder.
He starts soft, trailing fingertips along the underneath of his cock, the pad of his pointer pushing into his slit. He circles the crown, teasing and light until he hears Tao’s breath hitching, sees the way he’s starting to pump his cock faster. When Jongin circles fingers around his cock, stroking up from the base, Tao moans.
“So hot, baby,” Tao compliments. “Think about my hands on you, my mouth on your balls,” he rasps, voice cracking. “I’d jerk you off hard and fast. Do it, Jongin. Faster. Harder.”
Jongin does; his hand tightens and he pumps himself the way Tao would while Tao matches his pace. He can hear Tao’s heavy breathing, the slick glide of his fist over his cock and the chair creaking in time.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Tao asks.
Jongin moans, wanting to lean his head back but unable to pull his eyes off the way Tao’s hand is flying over his cock, unconsciously doing the same to his own. “Yes,” he answers after a moment’s hesitation.
“Mmm, I’d fuck you so good, fill you up with my cock and slam into you so hard you can’t dance for days. Would you like that? I bet you finger yourself just thinking about how big my cock feels in your ass.”
Jongin whimpers, hips starting to roll and legs spreading at the thought of Tao between them, thick fingers opening him up. He remembers the way they feel, how Tao teases his rim and makes him admit he wants it before plunging inside.
“I’m going to make you beg,” Tao states. “When I get back, I’m going to tie you up and make you beg me to fuck you.”
Jongin loses it, moaning way too loud when he comes, cock pulsing under his tightening fingers. He pumps himself through it, jerking at the sensitivity as he milks the last of it onto his stomach. His eyelids droop, body slumping as he witnesses Tao speeding, hips fluid as he fucks into his fist before coming with a moan of Jongin’s name. White trails slide down Tao’s fingers and Jongin licks his lips, thinking about how he tastes before snapping back into reality.
Jongin slams closed his laptop, wanting to melt into his mattress from embarrassment. He can’t believe he just did that, looking down at the cooling mess on his stomach and grimacing. Beside him, his cell rings and Jongin already knows who it is.
“Did you just hang up on me?” Tao asks with an incredulous laugh. “You’re going to pay for that later.”
For: anonymous
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/Tao
Length: 1350w
Summary: Just because Jongin and Tao are in different countries doesn't mean they can't have a little fun.
The picture quality doesn't do Tao any justice, the finer points of his features all blended together and it only serves as a reminder that they're so far apart. Separate promotions were inevitable, but that doesn't mean Jongin has to like it when his boyfriend is in another country - so far out of reach. He sighs, fingers trailing down the screen of his laptop as Tao smiles at him through the webcam. His face is clean, makeup free and his hair is still damp from his shower. Jongin licks his lips because Tao called him while only wearing a towel around his waist, the rest of him left exposed to the open air and Jongin is a little worried that he might catch a cold.
“I’ll be fine,” Tao assures his boyfriend with a soft smile, waving off his concern like Jongin knew he would.
Jongin still frowns, thumping the image of Tao on his screen right in the forehead petulantly.
"I can hear you abusing me," Tao chortles and Jongin blushes, the tips of his ears going red and rushing down to invade his cheeks. Tao's laughter only grows.
"The least you can do is take care of yourself when I'm not there to do it for you. I'll call Luhan hyung if I have to."
Tao stops laughing mid-guffaw and orients his wide eyes on his boyfriend. "You wouldn't dare."
Jongin crosses his arms and sits back, leaning on his pillows as his laptop balances precariously on his knees. "Try me."
Tao pouts. "How about I dress after our call."
"Tao-"
"Jongin, how am I supposed to get off with clothes on?"
Jongin's mouth goes dry and he gapes like a fish, swallowing hard. "What?"
Tao smirks and then shimmies back in his chair. All Jongin sees are Tao's arms moving and then white when his towel is tossed aside. All the air in his lungs whooshes out at once and as much as he wants to be irritated that Tao is sitting at his desk, naked and damp and ignoring the health risks, he can’t help but be turned on because Tao is naked.
This isn’t what Jongin had in mind when he decided to call Tao on his down time.
“I don’t think -”
Jongin,” Tao purrs. “Just imagine I’m there, right now, sitting between your legs.”
Tao’s hand disappears and then the webcam follows, Tao angling it down enough for Jongin to see him already half hard, stroking slowly from base to tip and back. It’s a jolt to Jongin’s system, adrenaline flooding and hormones amping up because Tao is an exceptionally attractive man - especially when he’s naked. Jongin bites his lip to keep from groaning along with the soft panting he can hear through the speakers.
He’s mesmerized, watching the way Tao jerks himself off, slow yet firm and Jongin can’t help imagining Tao doing the same to him, standing behind him in the shower to coax him into hardness, pump him with sure strokes until Jongin is shaking and coming over the tiled walls. It’s an all too real scenario, Jongin is used to Tao boxing him in and taking control of him on the regular, but he’s still embarrassed at how hard he is already, fidgeting in his sheets.
Tao is the aggressor, the one who gives chase because Jongin is shy when it comes to all things sexual. Jongin’s still stuck in that missionary-under-the-blankets-with-the-lights-off kind of sex, so this particular situation has him feeling awkward, unsure what he’s supposed to do.
“Jongin,” Tao moans, startling Jongin out of his staring and he jumps, nearly knocking his laptop onto the floor. “It’s not very fun doing this by myself.”
Jongin swallows before clearing his throat. “What do you want me to do?”
“Show me how hard you are for me,” Tao breathes out, moaning when he pulls at his cock a little harder. “I want to see your pretty cock.”
Jongin curses the day Sehun taught Tao how to talk dirty in korean even as he wiggles his way out of his shorts, face and chest red hot with an almost permanent blush. He only brings the fabric down enough for his dick to show, balls still trapped in his briefs.
“I can’t see,” Tao whines. Jongin has to straighten his legs, balance his laptop on his thighs and tilt the screen down. Tao hums in approval and Jongin can envision the way he’s smiling, lips pulled up on one side and teeth digging into the sensitive skin. “Much better.”
Jongin chokes off an embarrassed noise, fingers curling in the sheets as he watches Tao’s, legs spreading so he can thrust into his hand. He’s so hard, cockhead pink and wet, disappearing inside his fist and then poking through the top. His own cock twitches, throbbing as it lays untouched and probably staining his shirt. He tugs it up, groaning at the slide of fabric as it catches on his cock along the way.
Tao snickers. “You’re allowed to touch.”
Jongin whines, mostly in embarrassment. It’s not like he doesn’t masturbate, but doing it in front of his boyfriend is another thing entirely. It’s almost as if he can feel Tao’s eyes on him, scrutinizing and burning hot. It makes Jongin harder.
He starts soft, trailing fingertips along the underneath of his cock, the pad of his pointer pushing into his slit. He circles the crown, teasing and light until he hears Tao’s breath hitching, sees the way he’s starting to pump his cock faster. When Jongin circles fingers around his cock, stroking up from the base, Tao moans.
“So hot, baby,” Tao compliments. “Think about my hands on you, my mouth on your balls,” he rasps, voice cracking. “I’d jerk you off hard and fast. Do it, Jongin. Faster. Harder.”
Jongin does; his hand tightens and he pumps himself the way Tao would while Tao matches his pace. He can hear Tao’s heavy breathing, the slick glide of his fist over his cock and the chair creaking in time.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Tao asks.
Jongin moans, wanting to lean his head back but unable to pull his eyes off the way Tao’s hand is flying over his cock, unconsciously doing the same to his own. “Yes,” he answers after a moment’s hesitation.
“Mmm, I’d fuck you so good, fill you up with my cock and slam into you so hard you can’t dance for days. Would you like that? I bet you finger yourself just thinking about how big my cock feels in your ass.”
Jongin whimpers, hips starting to roll and legs spreading at the thought of Tao between them, thick fingers opening him up. He remembers the way they feel, how Tao teases his rim and makes him admit he wants it before plunging inside.
“I’m going to make you beg,” Tao states. “When I get back, I’m going to tie you up and make you beg me to fuck you.”
Jongin loses it, moaning way too loud when he comes, cock pulsing under his tightening fingers. He pumps himself through it, jerking at the sensitivity as he milks the last of it onto his stomach. His eyelids droop, body slumping as he witnesses Tao speeding, hips fluid as he fucks into his fist before coming with a moan of Jongin’s name. White trails slide down Tao’s fingers and Jongin licks his lips, thinking about how he tastes before snapping back into reality.
Jongin slams closed his laptop, wanting to melt into his mattress from embarrassment. He can’t believe he just did that, looking down at the cooling mess on his stomach and grimacing. Beside him, his cell rings and Jongin already knows who it is.
“Did you just hang up on me?” Tao asks with an incredulous laugh. “You’re going to pay for that later.”