Like Always
Title: Like Always
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
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Kibum knew that Jinki was a dork. He was a dork for more than the obvious reason of his personality being dorky; he was a geek, he was a klutz, he often made jokes that were funny to him and no one else. Kibum knew that Jinki was awkward, but it wasn't just because of his sangtae; he often had questions about the most irrelevant things, he would stumble into the conversation at the wrong time, and sometimes Kibum was sure that their leader was deaf 99.9% of the time. Jinki was academically intelligent, and yet Kibum was oftentimes downgrading his smarts with off-hand comments.
And yet here Key was, head tossed back, torso propped up on his elbows, lips parted and legs spread with Onew's mouth doing delicious, sinful things to his cock.
Lee Jinki may be awkward, dorky and clumsy, but damn he knew how to suck dick.
Kibum threaded his fingers through the auburn locks, gripping them tightly as he ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth, his breaths heaving as he tried to keep control of his mind. His body trembled, arms quaking to keep him upright; but if his back connected with the bed, not only would he submit, but he wouldn't be able to watch that mouth open up and envelop his cock in that tight wet heat, he wouldn't be able to catch Jinki's lust-ridden eyes, he wouldn't be able to get one-hundred percent out of the situation and God damn it, he was not going to be out shined by Lee 'Sangtae' Jinki.
His fingers tightened in Jinki's hair and he pulled him off of his dick, pulling the leader up to smash their lips together. He could taste his pre-cum on the older boy's tongue and it just fueled the fire; their positions were reversed in the blink of an eye, Kibum throwing Jinki down onto the bed and clambering over him. Jinki's eyes were wide and he opened his mouth to speak, but Kibum prevented that from happening by shoving two fingers between abused, parted lips. Obediently, Jinki sucked on them, and Kibum ran his palm over the others' powerful thighs.
If there was one thing about Jinki that was attractive all of the time, with or without clothes, it was his thighs. They were powerful and like a honey that Kibum could nibble and suckle on all day long. His fingers danced over the taught flesh, and he wondered how such a geeky kid could have developed such amazing quads. But it didn't matter, not right now, anyway.
He wasn't too interested in thinking at this moment in time.
Leaving his fingers between Jinki's lips, feeling that hot tongue laving over his digits, Kibum spread open Jinki's legs and trailed his lips over the tip of the leaders' throbbing erection. A skim here, a nip there, his tongue ghosting over the turgid flesh, before he finally reached his destination. He pressed the flat of his tongue against Jinki's entrance, tasting the muskiness, the manliness, the utter delectable sin that he knew he shouldn't be interested in the first place, but thanks to some vengeful hormones and a ridiculous twist of fate, he was indulging in it fully, and he found himself not wanting to stop. The keening whimper that left Jinki's mouth was muffled by Kibum's fingers, the vibration running through the digits and causing a euphoric wave to travel down Key's spine.
It wasn't long before Kibum was tongue-fucking Jinki into oblivion, the older boy's hands grabbing at the sheets, fingers twisting in the cotton and crinkling it beyond recognition. His balls were bouncing and rubbing against the bridge of Kibum's nose and his forehead, and the rapper was overwhelmed by everything that was Onew; his resolve finally crumbled and he pulled away completely, hands, tongue, and lips. His own fingers moved behind him to shove them deeply within his own body, a wince finding its way onto his features, but the pleasure that was overriding the sudden intrusion was creeping up from his toes to the roots of his hair.
Jinki sat up and connected their lips in a clumsy kiss - as good as the man was at sucking dick, he was a sloppy kisser - but Kibum let his lips part and his tongue meet the leaders' as the rapper continued to thrust his fingers in and out of his tight body. The smaller brunet trembled and Jinki grasped those slender, tantalizing hips and pushed Kibum back, flipping their positions as he settled between Key's legs. The leader spit into his hand and pumped his cock a few times, and that was how Key liked to do this act; raw and unwarranted and absolutely dirty. Onew aligned the tip of his cock to Kibum's barely stretched entrance, and he paused for a split second, just like he always did, and Kibum reached forward to grip Jinki's ass, pulling him forward to force his cock to shove deep into his body, like he always did.
Kibum's slender body splayed and arched, his arms raising above his head to cling at the corner of the mattress, legs spreading for the briefest moment before they wrapped around Jinki's waist, the older boy powering his hips forward and pushing his cock deep within the rapper's body. Pants and gasps and heady, wanton, slutty mewls were leaving Kibum's swollen lips, the blood smear at the corner of his mouth from where Jinki had bitten him harshly earlier re-opening as their lips connected once again. Jinki made Kibum's lips bleed, just like he always did, and Kibum moaned at the pang of violence, just like he always did.
Dorky, idiotic sangtae Jinki could melt the uppity Kibum with the smallest smirk, a flex of those honey thighs, or even a flash of that six-pack that he refused to let the fans see. And a part of Kibum was happy that Jinki was hiding that part of his body - Key wanted to be the only one to run his hungry gaze over the flat dips and plains , the only run to let his finger trail that 'v' that imminently lead to his ultimate destination.
They never spoke, they never exchanged sweet nothings or words of appraisal. Only grunts and other noises that resulted from the intense pleasure were heard, along with the tearing of fabric whenever Kibum got too impatient for Jinki to awkwardly unbutton his shirt, or the banging of the headboard against the wall when they knew they were alone in their dorm.
Panting heavily, chest heaving and sweat forming, Kibum rolled his body along with Jinki's thrusts, just as he knew the older boy to like it, his hips teasing and sensual, Jinki's eyes glued to the movement of their bodies rocking together. Kibum knew the leader loved to watch his cock disappear within such a tight space, reappear, and then disappear again. He knew the leader loved to watch as his hands left scorch marks behind, the bruises on Kibum's hips apparent and hard to cover up with any sort of make-up.
The rapper let his arms down to let one hand tangle in the hairs at Onew's nape as the older boy's lips started in on his neck, careful not to leave any visible marks - but from the collarbone and downward, it was an elaborate patchwork that rivaled a cheetah. Kibum didn't mind, because clumsy, sangtae Jinki was fucking the hell out of him with his fat cock, he was claiming him over and over again, and fuck if he didn't touch Kibum soon then the rapper was going to flip them over and start a harsher treatment on the leader.
As if reading Kibum's mind, like he always seemed to do, Jinki reached between their bodies and enclosed his fingers around Key's weeping erection, spreading the pre-cum around and gripping it almost painfully tight. Kibum groaned and tossed his head back, hair matting to his nape and forehead as stars started to dot his vision. Jinki hooked an arm underneath Key's knee and lifted the smaller boy's leg over his shoulder, effectively switching the angle, causing Kibum to scream out and bow his body into a remarkable 's'-line. Jinki's fervor increased and sweat dripped from his brow to his cheek to his chin, landing on Key's body and the rapper swore that it evaporated on contact. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall was rhythmic and matched their synced heart beats, and finally Jinki sunk his teeth into the skin of Kibum's shoulder, sending them both over the edge, the younger boys' cum splashing between their bodies and Onew's own filling the rapper up to the brim.
Jinki pulled out and it was the familiar, uncomfortable sensation of cum leaking from Kibum's abused hole; and like always, Jinki would lean over the side of the bed and fumble around for a bit, before returning with some piece of discarded clothing or, if they were lucky, a dirty towel. This time it was Jinki's own shirt that he had been wearing, and he carefully wiped up the mess between Kibum's legs, before sitting back and gathering his breath.
Kibum sat up and surveyed his leader - his strong, confident and quirky leader, with the inexcusable yet adorable sangtae, the man that could melt Kibum with an awkward laugh, an unrelated joke or even a horrible pun. Reaching out, Kibum grabbed the now soiled shirt from the leaders' hands, and scooted over to press a kiss to the corner of the man's lips.
Still, no words were spoken as Kibum stood on shaky legs, pulling on his sweatpants and letting them hang low on his hips. He turned and gave Jinki a soft smile, and no words needed to be spoken as Kibum moved to open the door to the bedroom. He paused with his hand on the knob, and smirked to himself as he kept his back to Jinki.
"Hyung," he said smoothly. "Next time don't even bother with the trivial things."
Kibum opened the door and slipped out of it to head to the laundry room, and Jinki stared at the discarded condom on the floor, which was crumpled and crinkled and had teeth marks in it, the result of a 'package-opening sangtae'. Onew chuckled and picked it up, throwing it into the garbage bin, to join the other dozen or so mutilated, but unopened, condoms.
Like always.
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
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Kibum knew that Jinki was a dork. He was a dork for more than the obvious reason of his personality being dorky; he was a geek, he was a klutz, he often made jokes that were funny to him and no one else. Kibum knew that Jinki was awkward, but it wasn't just because of his sangtae; he often had questions about the most irrelevant things, he would stumble into the conversation at the wrong time, and sometimes Kibum was sure that their leader was deaf 99.9% of the time. Jinki was academically intelligent, and yet Kibum was oftentimes downgrading his smarts with off-hand comments.
And yet here Key was, head tossed back, torso propped up on his elbows, lips parted and legs spread with Onew's mouth doing delicious, sinful things to his cock.
Lee Jinki may be awkward, dorky and clumsy, but damn he knew how to suck dick.
Kibum threaded his fingers through the auburn locks, gripping them tightly as he ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth, his breaths heaving as he tried to keep control of his mind. His body trembled, arms quaking to keep him upright; but if his back connected with the bed, not only would he submit, but he wouldn't be able to watch that mouth open up and envelop his cock in that tight wet heat, he wouldn't be able to catch Jinki's lust-ridden eyes, he wouldn't be able to get one-hundred percent out of the situation and God damn it, he was not going to be out shined by Lee 'Sangtae' Jinki.
His fingers tightened in Jinki's hair and he pulled him off of his dick, pulling the leader up to smash their lips together. He could taste his pre-cum on the older boy's tongue and it just fueled the fire; their positions were reversed in the blink of an eye, Kibum throwing Jinki down onto the bed and clambering over him. Jinki's eyes were wide and he opened his mouth to speak, but Kibum prevented that from happening by shoving two fingers between abused, parted lips. Obediently, Jinki sucked on them, and Kibum ran his palm over the others' powerful thighs.
If there was one thing about Jinki that was attractive all of the time, with or without clothes, it was his thighs. They were powerful and like a honey that Kibum could nibble and suckle on all day long. His fingers danced over the taught flesh, and he wondered how such a geeky kid could have developed such amazing quads. But it didn't matter, not right now, anyway.
He wasn't too interested in thinking at this moment in time.
Leaving his fingers between Jinki's lips, feeling that hot tongue laving over his digits, Kibum spread open Jinki's legs and trailed his lips over the tip of the leaders' throbbing erection. A skim here, a nip there, his tongue ghosting over the turgid flesh, before he finally reached his destination. He pressed the flat of his tongue against Jinki's entrance, tasting the muskiness, the manliness, the utter delectable sin that he knew he shouldn't be interested in the first place, but thanks to some vengeful hormones and a ridiculous twist of fate, he was indulging in it fully, and he found himself not wanting to stop. The keening whimper that left Jinki's mouth was muffled by Kibum's fingers, the vibration running through the digits and causing a euphoric wave to travel down Key's spine.
It wasn't long before Kibum was tongue-fucking Jinki into oblivion, the older boy's hands grabbing at the sheets, fingers twisting in the cotton and crinkling it beyond recognition. His balls were bouncing and rubbing against the bridge of Kibum's nose and his forehead, and the rapper was overwhelmed by everything that was Onew; his resolve finally crumbled and he pulled away completely, hands, tongue, and lips. His own fingers moved behind him to shove them deeply within his own body, a wince finding its way onto his features, but the pleasure that was overriding the sudden intrusion was creeping up from his toes to the roots of his hair.
Jinki sat up and connected their lips in a clumsy kiss - as good as the man was at sucking dick, he was a sloppy kisser - but Kibum let his lips part and his tongue meet the leaders' as the rapper continued to thrust his fingers in and out of his tight body. The smaller brunet trembled and Jinki grasped those slender, tantalizing hips and pushed Kibum back, flipping their positions as he settled between Key's legs. The leader spit into his hand and pumped his cock a few times, and that was how Key liked to do this act; raw and unwarranted and absolutely dirty. Onew aligned the tip of his cock to Kibum's barely stretched entrance, and he paused for a split second, just like he always did, and Kibum reached forward to grip Jinki's ass, pulling him forward to force his cock to shove deep into his body, like he always did.
Kibum's slender body splayed and arched, his arms raising above his head to cling at the corner of the mattress, legs spreading for the briefest moment before they wrapped around Jinki's waist, the older boy powering his hips forward and pushing his cock deep within the rapper's body. Pants and gasps and heady, wanton, slutty mewls were leaving Kibum's swollen lips, the blood smear at the corner of his mouth from where Jinki had bitten him harshly earlier re-opening as their lips connected once again. Jinki made Kibum's lips bleed, just like he always did, and Kibum moaned at the pang of violence, just like he always did.
Dorky, idiotic sangtae Jinki could melt the uppity Kibum with the smallest smirk, a flex of those honey thighs, or even a flash of that six-pack that he refused to let the fans see. And a part of Kibum was happy that Jinki was hiding that part of his body - Key wanted to be the only one to run his hungry gaze over the flat dips and plains , the only run to let his finger trail that 'v' that imminently lead to his ultimate destination.
They never spoke, they never exchanged sweet nothings or words of appraisal. Only grunts and other noises that resulted from the intense pleasure were heard, along with the tearing of fabric whenever Kibum got too impatient for Jinki to awkwardly unbutton his shirt, or the banging of the headboard against the wall when they knew they were alone in their dorm.
Panting heavily, chest heaving and sweat forming, Kibum rolled his body along with Jinki's thrusts, just as he knew the older boy to like it, his hips teasing and sensual, Jinki's eyes glued to the movement of their bodies rocking together. Kibum knew the leader loved to watch his cock disappear within such a tight space, reappear, and then disappear again. He knew the leader loved to watch as his hands left scorch marks behind, the bruises on Kibum's hips apparent and hard to cover up with any sort of make-up.
The rapper let his arms down to let one hand tangle in the hairs at Onew's nape as the older boy's lips started in on his neck, careful not to leave any visible marks - but from the collarbone and downward, it was an elaborate patchwork that rivaled a cheetah. Kibum didn't mind, because clumsy, sangtae Jinki was fucking the hell out of him with his fat cock, he was claiming him over and over again, and fuck if he didn't touch Kibum soon then the rapper was going to flip them over and start a harsher treatment on the leader.
As if reading Kibum's mind, like he always seemed to do, Jinki reached between their bodies and enclosed his fingers around Key's weeping erection, spreading the pre-cum around and gripping it almost painfully tight. Kibum groaned and tossed his head back, hair matting to his nape and forehead as stars started to dot his vision. Jinki hooked an arm underneath Key's knee and lifted the smaller boy's leg over his shoulder, effectively switching the angle, causing Kibum to scream out and bow his body into a remarkable 's'-line. Jinki's fervor increased and sweat dripped from his brow to his cheek to his chin, landing on Key's body and the rapper swore that it evaporated on contact. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall was rhythmic and matched their synced heart beats, and finally Jinki sunk his teeth into the skin of Kibum's shoulder, sending them both over the edge, the younger boys' cum splashing between their bodies and Onew's own filling the rapper up to the brim.
Jinki pulled out and it was the familiar, uncomfortable sensation of cum leaking from Kibum's abused hole; and like always, Jinki would lean over the side of the bed and fumble around for a bit, before returning with some piece of discarded clothing or, if they were lucky, a dirty towel. This time it was Jinki's own shirt that he had been wearing, and he carefully wiped up the mess between Kibum's legs, before sitting back and gathering his breath.
Kibum sat up and surveyed his leader - his strong, confident and quirky leader, with the inexcusable yet adorable sangtae, the man that could melt Kibum with an awkward laugh, an unrelated joke or even a horrible pun. Reaching out, Kibum grabbed the now soiled shirt from the leaders' hands, and scooted over to press a kiss to the corner of the man's lips.
Still, no words were spoken as Kibum stood on shaky legs, pulling on his sweatpants and letting them hang low on his hips. He turned and gave Jinki a soft smile, and no words needed to be spoken as Kibum moved to open the door to the bedroom. He paused with his hand on the knob, and smirked to himself as he kept his back to Jinki.
"Hyung," he said smoothly. "Next time don't even bother with the trivial things."
Kibum opened the door and slipped out of it to head to the laundry room, and Jinki stared at the discarded condom on the floor, which was crumpled and crinkled and had teeth marks in it, the result of a 'package-opening sangtae'. Onew chuckled and picked it up, throwing it into the garbage bin, to join the other dozen or so mutilated, but unopened, condoms.
Like always.