Bound
Title: Bound
Rating: serious NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Onkey, surprise.
Summary: the prompt was "Key and Jinki play with Toys" and well... they do play with Toys. But other things happen too because this story ran away from me. This is for Gooberso1, who won the Bid for replay4japan. She won a 3k+ story. This is 7K+.
Jinki hated Kibum. He really, really did. Well that’s not actually true; he loved the younger man to death and back, but currently he hated him. They were at dance practice. It was Lucifer, for crying out loud; possibly the hardest dance they’ve ever done, and so maybe Key and Taemin could get the gist of it down after four or five goes, but, hello, Onew, remember? He’d practiced just as much as the rest and he still had trouble with the crazy arm thing in the beginning.
He probably should have been more insistent with his No, Kibum’s this morning, but instead he was still in the dance studio; thin silk ribbons tied all around his body under his clothing making it so that Jinki couldn’t take off the overly large sweatshirt and sweat pants he’d worn. That’s cool, he could deal with it; sweat the pounds away. Kibum could have his thin stinky corps when they were done because Jinki was not surviving this. The little minx had even tied his cock up. What, were the ribbons supposed to excite him? Excite Kibum more like; the dancer hadn’t been doing very well this practice; according to Minho, he was too busy watching Jinki’s ass to dance correctly.
Jinki knew why, too. Aside from the younger boy’s crazy obsession with touching Jinki’s butt and/or thighs every five seconds, Key had…put something inside of him this morning, threading the ribbon through the loopy string that was attached. That was why he personally was having issues dancing. Lucifer was hard enough by itself without something…in him. It was awkward and it pushed against his spot sometimes and if he wasn’t in such an inconvenient place he’d totally be hard.
Their dance instructor had gotten fed up with them for the third time when Jinki stumbled into his position after an entirely too pleasant shift inside of him and Key simply stopped and stared at him. She patted Taemin on the head, told him he was a great dancer and that he was her favorite, before glaring at Jinki and Kibum and dismissing them for the day.
Jinki tried not to be too obviously relieved, plans already forming in his mind on going home and jerking off in the shower, followed by throwing the ropes and toy at Kibum and going to bed, spoiling the diva’s fun, getting off, and getting some sleep all in one. Best plan ever.
Except Kibum was giving Jinki a look that told him it wasn’t over, probably hadn’t even really begun, and soon Jinki found himself in the back of the van with just Kibum. Jonghyun had instantly grabbed Jinki’s normal seat, up in front next to the driver, and was blasting an American music station as he attempted to sing along to it. Taemin was pouting severely until Minho just shoved him into the middle seats, sitting on him until the younger boy stopped complaining about seating and started on the rapper’s weight issues. Someone’s mother may even have been called objectionable things, but Jinki couldn’t remember as he had suddenly become very distracted.
As it turned out, that egg shaped toy thing Key had put into him? It vibrated. Key had pulled Jinki to lie back against him, and the older boy was just about to reprimand him for sitting in such a dangerous way (how could they buckle up?) when it buzzed to life and he was suddenly thankful because Key’s hands could keep his hips from arching and Key’s lips were great in general but amazing for catching his scream of shocked pleasure and keeping it a semi-quiet whimper. It didn’t really keep what was happening a secret from the other people in the car, but Jonghyun just turned the music up louder and laughed evilly because he was in the front seat and the youngest would have to deal with Jinki’s thrashing this time.
“Fuck,” Jinki whimpered breaking the kiss, as Kibum’s hand slid south, cupping the older boy’s straining erecting. The ribbons where getting rather annoying right now, tied both at the base and just under the head of his cock. “Key.”
“Are you even going to be able to make it home?” the younger boy chuckled, moving his hand back up to rub circles into the writhing boy’s stomach. Onew opened his mouth to answer but the only thing that came out was a loud moan, as the vibrations inside him increased. He accidentally kicked the seat in front of them as his leg muscles spasmed, tensing as he arched into the diva behind him.
“Can you not?” Taemin hissed; his face angry as he turned around to stare at the pair. Jinki whined and hid his face in Key’s neck, flushing darkly at the thought of the others watching this happen. “He’s our leader, we do need to generally respect his authority,” the younger boy gestured to the writhing boy, “this makes it…difficult to take him seriously.”
Key leered at him, “Do you picture him like this?” he asked, smirking, slowly lifting the older boy’s shirt up to show the magnae the leader’s flexing, glistening stomach muscles, as well as the black silk ribbon that came around to cross just over Jinki’s hips. “Do you see him all tied up, quivering with need, begging to be taken by someone like me…or you?”
“Kibum~” Jinki whined into the diva’s neck, one hand trying to pull his shirt back down, not wanting Taemin to see him like this. The other hand was half raised, clutching at Key’s shirt. Taemin swallowed hard, the slightest hint of a flush on his cheek as he tried to keep his eyes away from his leader’s exposed skin. Suddenly he was turned around, headphones slammed onto him and Lady Gaga singing loudly in his ears. Jonghyun smirked at him, as Minho shot a glare at the boys in the back of the car. It wasn’t very nice to tease the magnae.
The manager growled darkly at Key when they exited the car, but the diva only blew him a kiss as he helped the whimpering mess of a leader to the elevator and into their dorm. Jinki slumped against the doorway as Key took off his shoes, running fidgety hands up and down his thighs. The other three band members quickly retreated into Taemin’s room when Minho announced that he had Resident Evil 5, arguing over who got to be Chris and who had to be Sheva.
The minute the door closed, Key pushed Jinki to the floor. “Crawl, bitch,” he ordered, and sashayed his way into their bedroom, not checking to see if the desperate leader would follow orders or not. Not five minutes later, Jinki crawled on shaky limbs into the bedroom after him, sweat dripping down his face at the effort to move with that thing inside him vibrating like a possessed toothbrush.
“Good boy,” Key cooed, crouching down to show the trembling boy a remote. There were only two buttons on it, arrows. Up and down. Key pressed the up button and Jinki screamed, his arms giving out as the pulsing inside of him grew worse. The diva laughed and picked the leader up, depositing him on the bed.
“Door,” Jinki bit out, grinding his hips back against the bed, as Kibum started on his clothes. The door was still wide open. Kibum chuckled, pulling the older boy’s underwear off and tossing it away.
“They know better than to come in when you’re screaming,” he said, brushing some of the hair that’d stuck to the older man’s forehead to the side. “Besides, so what if they see you at your most beautiful?” Onew blushed and looked away, shifting a bit as Key took off his shirt. The black silk ribbons he’d taken so long that morning to tie on came away with a flick of his wrist, leaving only his aching cock tied up and straining. He wriggled up the bed, his moves jerky as he tries to force his limbs to cooperate, seeing as all he wanted to do was lay back and feel, but getting a little farther away from Kibum seemed like a good idea in his fogged up mind, so that was what he tried to do. Only Key followed him, chuckling as he teased the string attached to the egg inside of him, pulling it slightly before letting it go to sink back where it was. Maddening.
The younger boy cackled gleefully as he pressed the up button continuously, making Jinki keen loudly and twist this way and that, fighting with himself on whether he wants to pull away or push against. Suddenly, the incredible, amazingly awful vibrations that pulsed inside of him over and over and over cut out, and Jinki sagged against the bed, sighing heavily as sweat dripped down his naked body. Key pulled back with a pout, staring at the little remote, pressing the buttons stubbornly, but nothing he did brought the evil little thing inside Jinki back to life, so he sighed and tossed it over his shoulder.
“That’s probably why they say not to leave the batteries in when you’re not using it,” he muttered, and with a sharp tug, pulled the egg out of the older boy.
Jinki arched, grunting, before relaxing again. Taking a deep breath, he spread his legs and bit his lip, shooting the younger boy a look from under his wet eyelashes and wetter bangs, hoping that the younger boy could fuck him so he could take a shower and go to sleep. Instead, he got a low chuckle, as Key began to use the ribbon that bound his body to tie him to the bed.
“No,” Jinki whined, writhing to get away from the younger boy’s talented hands. “Key~ I don’t like this.”
“Oh, it’s not about you right now, Hyung,” the diva said, slapping his hand to keep it still. “But I’ll tell you what, next time, I’ll let you dress up as a sexy bunny and we’ll go to the park, okay?” The leader stopped moving and pouted further.
“But that’s your fantasy, too!” he cried. “Can’t we just go out to dinner one of these days?”
“I swear, Hyung,” Key muttered, getting off the bed to go to his special chest of things that belong to Kibum that no one else will touch, now that Jinki’s hands were securely bound to the bed. “Where’s your sense of romantic adventure? Going to the movies or out to dinner or for walks down at the beach at night is so boring!” Jinki frowned at the younger boy, who tossed a black bag onto the bed and shut the chest.
“Oh? I’m sorry spending time with me without having your cock shoved in my ass is boring!”
The younger boy was on him instantly, raining kisses down all over his face. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it like that, Jinki-ah. I love you. I love spending time with you. We never get enough, so I treasure every moment of it. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he said, running his hands down Onew’s cheeks, up into his hair, everywhere as he tried to sooth the older man. “I love you. It’s just…since I tied you up this morning your body is all I can think about.”
Jinki flushed, biting his lip. “Can we take a bubble bath together after this?” he asked, hopefully. Key chuckled at the older boy and nodded, which made Jinki beam at him. Key’s expression got darker, however, and Jinki’s smile fell, blinking up at the younger boy.
“But I just bought some new things to try with you, so we’re going to play now,” he said. The older boy gulped and nodded, fidgeting in his bonds once again. Key reached into the black bag and pulled out something that looked like a necklace, except all the beads got bigger the father down the string they went, and never smaller. Jinki stared at it in confusion, before flushing and looking away, realizing what it was. Anal beads. The largest one was…Jinki shot a quick look at them, then away…smaller than Kibum’s cock, but Kibum was a relatively well endowed man. Apparently, he was the third biggest in SHINee, but Jinki never wanted to know how he knew that.
He whined and drew his legs up, causing Key to chuckle at him. “Oh, what’s wrong lover?” he teased. “Don’t like the gifts I bought you?” Jinki nodded vehemently, even as Key forced his legs back open. “Well, too bad, baby, they all have your name on them.”
“All? Jinki squeaked as Kibum lubed up the toy. “There’s more than just…” the older boy looked ready to faint. Why was he in love with someone so clearly different from him?
Key laughed out loud. “Lots more, though if we wanna get that bubble bath in I guess I won’t use them all,” he promised, pressing the first few beads into the older boy, making Jinki squirm with embarrassment.
“Key~” he keened, making scrunched up faces at the odd feeling. Call him a traditionalist, but he was used to only one thing going up inside of him and it wasn’t these toys. And Kibum really needed to stop laughing at him; it wasn’t funny. How would he like it if Jinki tied him up and put strange things inside of him? Jinki groaned as the diva pushed in a larger bead, and with the realization that his kinky boyfriend would probably love to be in his position. Key never did anything to Jinki he wouldn’t enjoy on himself.
Key stretched his body across the elder boy’s. “Are you getting full?” he whispered into Jinki’s ear. “Can you feel them pushing around inside?” he licked across the bound man’s jaw, then into his mouth, silencing the loudest of whimpers Jinki let out as the diva pressed the last few beads inside, leaving only the ring attached to the end out. Key tipped the older boy’s head back, allowing him to force his tongue farther into Jinki’s slack mouth. Key was an excellent kisser. He never claimed to be a virgin when he first got with Jinki, and Jinki never asked, but his experience showed in everything he did. As did Onew’s lack of experience, but Kibum never called him on it, either.
The younger boy broke the kiss as he gently but firmly pressed down on Jinki’s lower stomach, and all Jinki could do was squirm and mewl and think that it really couldn’t be healthy that he could feel the beads pressing against his insides with the added pressure.
“Shit!” Kibum suddenly said and Jinki flinched and moaned loudly as it just made him feel things all the more. He blinked wet, questioning eyes at the younger boy, who smiled apologetically. “I forgot to cook dinner,” he said, and Jinki sighed heavily because not cooking dinner wasn’t going to result in him dying with a bunch of beads up his ass.
“Taemin!” the Diva called loudly over his shoulder, “I need you in here!”
Jinki’s eyes bugged out as he struggled against his bonds. “Wait, Key, don’t!” he was interrupted as the rapper leaned down and kissed him breathlessly, nibbling on his lower lip before pushing inside, and Jinki was helpless to deny him anything as Kibum pressed on his stomach and he writhed against the sheets.
“Um,” someone called loudly from the hall, “the door is still open.”
“Come here, Taemin,” Key ordered, and the magnae entered cautiously, keeping his eyes on the floor. It didn’t really help at all, because now he knew that Jinki at least was entirely naked. He stepped closer until he was standing right next to the band umma, looking up quickly to see Jinki’s bound arms, his eyes wet with pleasure, a flush that spread halfway down his chest. Taemin noticed for the first time that his Hyung had a significant lack of body hair, as his eyes traveled south slowly, and wondered if it was natural or if Key shaved him. Jinki whined and closed his eyes, flushing brighter as the youngest boy leered at him.
The older dancer cleared his throat, and Taemin’s eyes snapped up to his face. “Yeah, Key?” he squeaked out, then froze up and cleared his throat. “You, um, wanted something?”
“Yes,” the older boy said, motioning to the other side of the bed. “Please kneel there. I have to go make dinner, you see, but Hyung’s all bound up like this, and you can’t leave people tied up alone. It’s bad for so many reasons, though mostly because his hands could go numb and fall off.” Jinki squawked in fear, glancing up sharply to his arms, but Key shushed him and stroked his bound cock once, making the older boy forget his fears instantly. “So I need you here to make sure that doesn’t happen okay?”
Taemin’s eyes were fighting him as he nodded. He wanted to look up at his hyung’s hands, where the ‘danger’ was, but he kept finding them moving south to Jinki’s rather impressive cock, its angry, red color looking brighter in contrast to the black ribbons that were still tied around it. He blinked up suddenly when he realized that Key had still been talking.
“Like what you see?” the diva asked, smirking. Taemin blushed, and Jinki groaned out loud, muttering something about going to hell. “As I was saying, Hyung has a neat little toy inside of him-”
“Don’t tell him that!” Jinki interrupted; his eyes wide as he glanced down at them. Really, if he ever needed a reason to dump Kibum after he got untied, that was it. He so wouldn’t even be hard right now if it weren’t for that stupid ribbon. Why was his life like this?
“And if you massage him here,” Key continued, glaring at the older boy as he pressed into his stomach gently, rubbing in circles and Jinki couldn’t control the ragged moan it ripped from his lips. Not even with his magnae here watching him be this shameful. “Got it? Good, now be sure to watch his arms, and I’ll be back before you know it.” Key patted the younger boy on the cheek and skipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Hyung?” Taemin’s voice was shaky as he stared at the closed door.
“Taemin, please untie me and you can leave. I’ll go…hide somewhere and you can leave and this will never have happened, okay?” Jinki pleaded.
Taemin pouted. “But Hyung, Key will murder me,” he said, and Jinki could only sigh, because the younger boy was probably right.
“Why did it have to be you though,” the leader groaned, squirming in his bonds again, as if his fidgety movements would somehow get the blanket under him to magically move to conceal his completely vulnerable nakedness from the youngest member. Taemin didn’t seem all that interested in him, from what Jinki’s quick, embarrassed glances could tell. The dancer wasn’t even looking at him, which was totally and completely perfect for the older boy, because no one should probably see him like his. It wasn’t even that fun anymore, and again, if it weren’t for the stupid ribbons, he most definitely wouldn’t be hard.
The leader’s internal ranting fell away slowly as he realized he was beginning to get tingly feelings in his hands. Shooting a worried look up at them, he made a whining noise and pouted. “Taemin, I’m sorry,” he muttered helplessly, “but I really do like having hands, and they’re going numb. If you untie me, I promise to pray at your grave every day and thank you for my hands.” The leader could just hear Taemin roll his eyes, but really, what other option did they have?
Taemin had apparently thought of one, because the next thing Jinki knew, the younger boy was lying on top of him, untying one of Jinki’s hands and gently massaging his wrist until the feeling came back. The leader had let out a triumphant ‘Aha!’ and tried to jerk out of the youngest’s grasp when he could feel his hand, only to be caught and tied up again. The process was repeated with the other hand, right down to the escape attempt, because Jinki had hoped, after already having tried it, Taemin wouldn’t expect him to do it again.
Sighing in defeat, Jinki sagged back against the bed. Escape was impossible, apparently, but at least he wasn’t going to be losing limbs. He cracked an eye open when he realized that dancer hadn’t gotten off of him. “Um…Taemin?” the younger man didn’t say anything, just pulled back slightly to stare into the older boy’s eyes, and rolled his hips in a circular motion. Jinki gasped and jerked, moaning loudly as Taemin did it again and again, his movements dragging the older boy’s bound erection against his clothed one, and jarring the beads inside of him.
“Tae-” the boy cut himself off as he moaned again; he’d never been one to be lucid or quiet during sex. Key had showed him rather early in their relationship how easy it was to drive Jinki past the point of rationality. Taemin didn’t seem like he cared as he continued to rock against the older boy, his face completely blank as he watched his hyung writhe and mewl beneath him. The dancer pulled back suddenly and Jinki could breathe again, his whole body flushed with embarrassment and pleasure.
“Taemin,” he tried again, trying to tell him that this totally wasn’t what Key meant by ‘watch him’, but was cut off as the magnae shoved one of his long, wonderful piano fingers inside of him next to the beads, making Onew jump with an undignified squeak.
“Does Key-umma really fuck you, Hyung?” he asked, eyes fixed on where he was impaling Onew, crooking his finger and making the elder cry out. “Fuck you like a girl?” he sneered, like Jinki should be ashamed of what he lets Key do to him, as he wriggled his finger again, making the bound boy sob desperately.
“Taemin, please~” Jinki whimpered, trying to pull away from the younger boy. Taemin growled and pressed his other hand into his leader’s lower stomach, hard. The older man howled in pain, and suddenly Taemin wasn’t touching him anymore. Jinki whined weakly, curling up on his side as best he could with his hands tied. Why had Taemin done that? Done any of that? His stomach ached now, and he just wanted Key to come back. Key may have weird ideas about what things should or shouldn’t go into people, and where it’s appropriate to have sex, but he never hurt Onew before.
“F-fuck, Hyung,” Taemin’s voice sounded worn, but surprised, and a shaking hand lay gently on his shoulder, turning him over onto his back again, “I’m…fuck, I’m sorry.” The singer frowned, staring at the youngest with hurt, wet eyes, and noticed how flushed Taemin suddenly was, how he panted, like he’d just danced all the way through Lucifer twice then ran a mile…or just blew a load in his pants from hearing Jinki scream in pain. The oldest boy decided that he must have blacked out for a while, so Taemin ran around and danced while he waited for him to regain consciousness, because Jinki did not want to believe that his sweet, innocent magnae had gotten off on him in pain.
“Let me make it up to you,” the dancer said, slithering down the older man’s body. He gently rubbed at Jinki’s stomach, barely even adding pressure at all, but Jinki still flinched every time Taemin touched him, the memory of things pressing into things they shouldn’t still very fresh in his mind. The younger lay gentle kisses on the abs Jinki had been working hard on, licking a path down where the dancer imagined Jinki’s happy trail should be, if he had one, before turning his attention to the elder boy’s bound cock.
Jinki’s whole body gave a flinch when Taemin grabbed him. “No, wait!” he begged, trying to pull away, but the youngest ignored him, licking at the skin that he could reach between the ribbons, up to the knot just under the head of Jinki’s dick. The ribbons were wet with precum from when Taemin had been grinding against him. Jinki was still dripping slightly, more so now, as he bit into his lip to keep from calling out, as Taemin turned his full, hopefully non-painful, attention on one of his more sensitive areas.
Using his teeth, Taemin untied the top knot, letting the ribbons fall away so that the only thing left bound was the base of Jinki’s cock, and engulfed the head of his leaders cock in his pretty little mouth, drinking up the salty liquid like a whore, his tongue digging into the slit as if looking for more.
Jinki had his face buried in the pillow behind his head, his teeth tearing holes in it as he whined and moaned; his eyes clenched shut against the knowledge of what was happening to him. Was this rape? He certainly didn’t want his magnae to suck him off, but he didn’t feel violated. He let out a sigh as Taemin pulled away, not sure if he hoped the dancer was done being weird or if he was sad he didn’t get to come. Jinki spared a glance down at the youngest, who was running his fingers along his lips, like the time he’d made a mess eating ice cream and was trying to get it all in his mouth before Key cleaned if off of him.
“You taste good, Hyung,” the youngest purred and Jinki closed his eyes with a groan, wishing the boy hadn’t said that.
Suddenly there was a crisp knock on the door before it was flung open and Key walked in holding a plate. “I made pasta!” he announced like it was some kind of triumph. Possibly it was, if he’d heard all of Jinki’s shameless sounds and still managed to not burn the food. The diva shoved the plate at Taemin and ushered him out the door with a sharp smack on the ass and a significant ‘we’re so talking later’ look. The youngest left in a hurry, or as fast as he could walking funny like he was.
“Sounds like you were enjoying yourself,” The younger man said, as he sashayed his way back to the bed. Jinki groaned and rubbed his face into the pillow.
“Can you untie me please, Kibum? I don’t wanna do this anymore,” he whispered, not looking at the younger boy. Key couldn’t be mad at him for letting Taemin do those things; he was tied up, but Jinki still didn’t want to face his boyfriend.
“Oh, baby~” Key cooed, lying beside him to nuzzle his neck. “Tell me where he hurt you, I’ll kiss and make it better.” The older boy flushed darker, because he knew exactly what Key was trying to get him to do and there was no way. That was just too gross.
“Take them out, Kibum,” he said, trying to use his leader voice. “Now, please.” The younger boy pouted against his neck, and reached between his legs, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Jinki’s cock to elicit a hiss from the older boy, before gripping the little ring between his legs.
“This might be a good idea,” the younger said, licking at the patch of skin closest to his mouth. “They always feel better coming out than going in,” and gave a gentle but firm tug, and Jinki gasped as his body stretched around the biggest bead. He was panting by the time they were all out, whimpering with each breath as Key licked, bit, and sucked on the side of his neck. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” the diva asked, turning the older boy to look at him. Jinki shook his head no, and Key kissed him. It was gentle and slow and passionate, an apology for letting things with Taemin get out of hand. The older boy leaned up for another when Key broke the kiss; he always liked kissing.
Key chuckled at him and placed a chaste kiss on the older boy’s pouty lips. “I have more toys for you,” he said in a sing song voice. Jinki tensed up immediately, his breath catching, and Key rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand across the older boy’s stomach. “Relax, I’m going to be with you the whole time,” he said, the assurance actually making Jinki relax, and his cock twitch a little because the last toy had been fun. So he bit his lip and relaxed, placing his trust in the young diva.
Key reached into his black bag of tricks and felt around for a bit. “This is the last one okay?” he said, then, under his breath, he muttered about how Taemin was so going to pay for ruining his fun. Jinki no longer felt bad for the magnae as he nodded. Taemin will get what he deserves. The older boy heard the awkward, squishy noise from the lube container and made a mental note to get some more. They were going to run out faster if Key wanted to use these…toys more often. And then the cold, wet whatever-it-was was resting at his entrance, and slowly pushing in, and Jinki inhaled slowly at the stretch, it was possibly the same size as the beads, maybe a little bigger, but Jinki so didn’t want to open his eyes or look down to see what his crazy boyfriend as putting in him now. It was probably a dildo, he realized as the width tapered down a bit after the first inch or so, but didn’t ever really get small.
Jinki gasped as it continued to fill him, drawing his legs up close so he could buck into the firm, penetrative press, instinctively needing to be fuller. Key laughed at him, using the hand not on the toy to hold his hips down. “Eager, are you?” he teased, pulling the toy out a bit before pressing it back inside.
“F-fuck,” Jinki hissed, arching his back as the toy touched his spot. “Fuck you, jerk.”
“Well, if that’s how you feel about it,” Key said, twisting the toy in place and letting it go, “I was going to place nice, but I guess you’re not in the mood?” Jinki frowned, but stubbornly keep his eyes closed so he wouldn’t have to blink at the younger boy; he wasn’t seven years old.
He heard something click from down between his legs and a low hum went through the dildo. Vibrator, he corrected himself, but it wasn’t so bad. In fact, the toy he’d been forced to endure on the car ride home had been worse, much worse. That was, until there was another click, and the toy inside of him started writhing and squirming around like a snake. Jinki jerked against his bindings, unprepared for the sudden assault on his prostate.
“Oh~!” was the only sound he could force out of his throat, over and over, thrusting his hips up into the air as he tried to get more, "Oh" The younger boy chuckled and forced his hips back onto the bed, which changed Jinki’s litany to “Key” as he ground into the bed, forcing the toy a little farther inside of him, making him toss his head back and scream out loud as his whole body tensed and shook, his back arching as his orgasm rocked through him. Except it didn’t, but it should have. His stomach muscles clenched and unclenched as the toy pressed and pressed and pressed against him but he was stuck, hanging just off the edge of orgasm, so close to release but unable to grasp it. Tears streamed down his face as he writhed, caught between agony and ecstasy with no end.
His voice was raw from screaming when Key turned the toy off and took it out. The Diva kissed the older man’s throat, as if he could soothe it, and he kissed away the tears that still fell heedlessly. His honey eyes were glazed over, dark and wet with his lust. They were so pretty, shining so brightly in the light of the room, Key just wanted to pluck them out and wear them around his neck as the prettiest jewels he'd ever seen, but since he liked Jinki's eyes right where they were, Kibum just kissed his eye lids and ran his hands through the older boy’s sweat matted hair, smoothing it back into place and waiting for Jinki to get back some of his sanity.
"Kibum," the older boy rasped, wincing at the sting in his voice, "my hands."
The diva cursed, swiftly untying the other’s hands. He gave Jinki a significant look. "Do not move," he ordered, and Onew nodded, looking suddenly vulnerable as Key got up to leave, his arms lying down by his side, waiting for the feeling to return. The younger man closed the door and ran into the kitchen, pulling out the special tea they used after particularly harsh weeks and mixing some up. He'd set some water aside while making dinner, because Jinki was a screamer and always straining his voice. He left some chamomile and lavender tea steeping for later. He rushed back to the bedroom, again flinging the door wide open, and had to fight the shiver that ran through his body like a livewire when he saw that Jinki hadn't moved. He gently placed the warm mug of tea on the nightstand and slid behind the older boy, who whined as Key's clothes brushed against his oversensitive skin. Jinki sagged against the diva when he settled, still panting heavily and still rock hard, his cock straining and curled up against his belly. His fingers twitched as if he longed to touch himself, but he was still too far gone to disobey Key.
"Here, baby, drink this," the younger man cooed, gently holding the mug of tea to Onew's lips, waiting for him to drink it down. It was bitter and Jinki made the adorable, scrunched up face he always does when he drinks the tea, but he drank it all, sighing pleasantly as the herbs in the tea began to work their magic, his throat tingling slightly.
“There you go. Better?” Key asked, brushing some hair off the older boy’s forehead. Jinki opened his mouth, but thought better of it and just nodded, smiling weakly. The diva smiled as well, tilting the leader’s head back a bit so he could get better access to his lips. The older boy moaned into the kiss, eagerly opening his mouth for Kibum’s tongue. Jinki was desperate for either comfort or release, Key didn’t know which, probably both. It was probably bad how much Key loved to push his leader to this point, when neither of them could tell if Jinki was shaking from pent up pleasure, or from complete distress.
“Key, please,” the older boy whispered, pressing back against the younger boy. “Please.”
The diva smiled again, petting Jinki’s chest and stomach gently as he lied him down face first into the blankets. “I’m here, baby,” the younger boy said, spreading the leader’s ass cheeks to expose his puckered entrance. Key leaned forward and blew gently across it. Jinki whimpered and twisted, trying to use what strength remained with him to get away from the awkward and embarrassing position he was in, so that Key couldn’t do what he was obviously threatening to do because Jinki had said never ever and Kibum had promised.
Jinki probably didn’t realize that he was whining nearly constantly as he squirmed pathetically, but Key could tell. It was a sign he’d pushed his little lover too far. Sighing, the younger boy pulled back and reached, yet again, for the lube as he pushed his sweatpants down to expose himself. He slathered himself with lube, probably way more than necessary, definitely more than usual, but Jinki’s entrance just look so abused Key didn’t want to hurt him that much anymore.
He lined himself up and slid in slowly as he leaned forward to tongue along the older boy’s ear. “How does it feel?” he whispered. “I’ve owned you all day. From the moment I tied you up this morning, my marks have been on you, telling everyone how you’re mine,” he hissed and jerked his hips sharply, bottoming out inside the older man. Even after everything, Jinki was still so tight, so hot, and now completely wet with the obscene amount of lube Kibum had used. “So fucking tight, Hyung,” he gasped, unable to keep the words in. Jinki shivered and fought to stay still, his body beyond ready to give out. He nodded his head rapidly as if Key had asked him a question.
Key’s soft chuckle filled the room as he lay an open mouth kiss on the back of the older boy’s neck before pushing up to hover over the back of the leader, one hand braced against the bed, the other on Jinki’s hip, steadying him. He slid out slowly, almost all the way, before pushing back inside, just as slowly; pressing his hips forward as he dragged Jinki’s back. Onew’s breath hitched, and he weakly fisted the sheets under him, a weak gasp leaving his wrecked throat.
“I’m sorry about what Taemin did,” the younger boy confessed, his voice tight, as he tried to keep his mind off of his impending orgasm. He’d been hard for hours, since before they’d gotten into the car to go home from practice. He’d had to jerk off in the bathroom when he was making dinner. “He wasn’t supposed to-uh~ to touch you,” he huffed. Key’s pace was slow, languished, like they had all the time in the world and Jonghyun didn’t sleep in there. If he went fast it would be over too quickly, and would possibly be more unpleasant for the older boy. “I heard him hurt you.”
“Didn’t come,” Jinki breathed out, squirming under the rapper, panting, opened mouth in the blankets.
“Didn’t want to,” the younger admitted, leaning forward a little to rain kisses down on the singer’s shoulders and neck. “Never had the courage to try that with you; you sounded so pretty.” Jinki whimpered pathetically, a noise of pure fear as he began to think Key wanted to hurt him. “I would never,” the diva rushed to reassure him, turning Jinki’s head again to kiss him softly. “I could never hurt you, Jinki. I love you.”
The leader whined softly, squeezing his eyes shut against the dizzying sensations Key was forcing on him; pain and pleasure, love, betrayal, lust and some odd sense of security all combining in a maelstrom of confusion that left the older boy whimpering and wishing for the strength to push back against Kibum, to beg him to go faster so that maybe he could black out afterwards and put everything together in the morning. The diva kept moving, though; slowly, in and out, like breathing, and Onew swore he was about to be the first person in the whole world to be lulled to sleep by the pleasurable, rhythmic feeling of his lover’s cock fucking him slowly, until Key shifted behind him and hit his spot dead on, making Onew’s cock give an agonizing twitch, because it was still tied up and painful. Jinki tried to curl away from the sensation; it hurt, it was too much, he didn’t want to feel it. He tried to voice as much, but the words died in his throat.
“Oh, sorry,” Kibum whispered, lifting the older boy’s hips up high enough to slip his hand underneath and tug the last knot on Jinki;s body, untying it and throwing the ribbons away. The older boy shivered as he was freed, his gut suddenly burning fiercely; a reminder that no matter how much pleasure he’d had this night, he’d yet to come. He whimpered quietly, the new position worse than the last one, making it so Key’s cock only grazed against Jinki’s prostate every once and a while, slowly building up the already raging inferno in the older boy’s groin.
Kibum leaned forward again, until his lips were right against Jinki’s ear. “I love you,” he whispered, his hand wrapping around Jinki’s neglected cock, giving one firm upstroke before the leader was screaming his release, his voice cracking painfully and his vocal cords seizing up. The last think Jinki was aware of before he slipped into blessed unconsciousness was Kibum’s warm laugh, ringing in his ears like a chime.
Jinki came back to himself surrounded by water, a hard chest pressed against his back.
“This doesn’t count,” he said, or tried to say, but it only came out in a painful croak that almost brought tears to the leader’s eyes.
“Shhh, baby, don’t try and talk,” Kibum cooed, helping the lethargic boy take a long drink from a travel mug full of tea he just seemed to have handy. “You’ve strained your voice pretty good.” Jinki splashed him childishly, as if to say that it was his fault, and snuggled back into the younger boy’s chest, content with lying in the water for a bit longer, blissfully ignoring of the muscles that would no doubt ache tomorrow morning.
“I called Manager and told him you’ve come down with a cold and can’t talk,” the diva said, threading his fingers through the eldest’s hair to massage his scalp gently. “And I’m to stay home and take care of you, as long as I don’t get sick as well.” The older boy hummed in response, pleased with the thought of spending the day not doing anything with Key to pamper him. Maybe they’d do normal, couple things like cuddle and watch movies.
“Drink some more tea,” the band umma coaxed gently, and didn’t let up until the leader had drained the mug. Then Key was moving and Jinki lost track of him, closing his eyes and leaning back against the smooth backrest, the water rushing past him and down the drain. Then, with a groan, the younger boy lifted Jinki up and sat him gently on the toilet, where he toweled him dry and dressed him, only in a pair of loose sweat pants.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Key informed him, as he, again lifted him up into his arms, this time bridal style. Jinki hummed in response, nuzzling into the diva’s neck as he was carried into a room with lots of gunfire and explosions going on.
“You three,” Key ordered, gently placing the exhausted leader onto his bed, and moving about it to get the covers over him and not under, “get out. Now.”
“It’s really not fair that you ignore us like this,” Jonghyun informed the diva, pouting with his hands on his hips. “Aren’t we important too?”
“Not right now,” the umma hissed, holding up three fingers. “Now I’m going to count to three, and if you all aren’t out of here when I hit zero so Hyung and I can sleep, I’m not cooking for any of you for a month. Three.”
Minho moved first, pressing a kiss to Jinki’s forehead, and then to Key’s he left the room, silent and quick.
“Two” Key said, looking pointedly at Jonghyun, who stared back at him, before rolling his eyes and giving up.
“It’s not like I sleep here anyway,” he muttered, also going over to kiss his leader good night. He paused in front of Kibum, who bristled like a wet cat and Jonghyun thought better of whatever he was going to do.
Key didn’t even count when it came to Taemin, he just pushed the youngest onto his own bed, threw some clothes on top of him, and wrapped him up in his own blankets and pillows. Picking the kicking boy up and carrying him over his shoulder, Key left the room to deposit the magnae on Jonghyun’s bed, and leaving without a word.
Key closed and locked his bedroom door, before climbing into bed with the slumbering Jinki and molding himself to the leader’s back, a hand placed possessively around the older boy’s waist. “I love you, Hyung. Good night,” and before he fell asleep, he swore he heard a raspy, overused voice whisper, “I love you too.”
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Rating: serious NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Onkey, surprise.
Summary: the prompt was "Key and Jinki play with Toys" and well... they do play with Toys. But other things happen too because this story ran away from me. This is for Gooberso1, who won the Bid for replay4japan. She won a 3k+ story. This is 7K+.
Jinki hated Kibum. He really, really did. Well that’s not actually true; he loved the younger man to death and back, but currently he hated him. They were at dance practice. It was Lucifer, for crying out loud; possibly the hardest dance they’ve ever done, and so maybe Key and Taemin could get the gist of it down after four or five goes, but, hello, Onew, remember? He’d practiced just as much as the rest and he still had trouble with the crazy arm thing in the beginning.
He probably should have been more insistent with his No, Kibum’s this morning, but instead he was still in the dance studio; thin silk ribbons tied all around his body under his clothing making it so that Jinki couldn’t take off the overly large sweatshirt and sweat pants he’d worn. That’s cool, he could deal with it; sweat the pounds away. Kibum could have his thin stinky corps when they were done because Jinki was not surviving this. The little minx had even tied his cock up. What, were the ribbons supposed to excite him? Excite Kibum more like; the dancer hadn’t been doing very well this practice; according to Minho, he was too busy watching Jinki’s ass to dance correctly.
Jinki knew why, too. Aside from the younger boy’s crazy obsession with touching Jinki’s butt and/or thighs every five seconds, Key had…put something inside of him this morning, threading the ribbon through the loopy string that was attached. That was why he personally was having issues dancing. Lucifer was hard enough by itself without something…in him. It was awkward and it pushed against his spot sometimes and if he wasn’t in such an inconvenient place he’d totally be hard.
Their dance instructor had gotten fed up with them for the third time when Jinki stumbled into his position after an entirely too pleasant shift inside of him and Key simply stopped and stared at him. She patted Taemin on the head, told him he was a great dancer and that he was her favorite, before glaring at Jinki and Kibum and dismissing them for the day.
Jinki tried not to be too obviously relieved, plans already forming in his mind on going home and jerking off in the shower, followed by throwing the ropes and toy at Kibum and going to bed, spoiling the diva’s fun, getting off, and getting some sleep all in one. Best plan ever.
Except Kibum was giving Jinki a look that told him it wasn’t over, probably hadn’t even really begun, and soon Jinki found himself in the back of the van with just Kibum. Jonghyun had instantly grabbed Jinki’s normal seat, up in front next to the driver, and was blasting an American music station as he attempted to sing along to it. Taemin was pouting severely until Minho just shoved him into the middle seats, sitting on him until the younger boy stopped complaining about seating and started on the rapper’s weight issues. Someone’s mother may even have been called objectionable things, but Jinki couldn’t remember as he had suddenly become very distracted.
As it turned out, that egg shaped toy thing Key had put into him? It vibrated. Key had pulled Jinki to lie back against him, and the older boy was just about to reprimand him for sitting in such a dangerous way (how could they buckle up?) when it buzzed to life and he was suddenly thankful because Key’s hands could keep his hips from arching and Key’s lips were great in general but amazing for catching his scream of shocked pleasure and keeping it a semi-quiet whimper. It didn’t really keep what was happening a secret from the other people in the car, but Jonghyun just turned the music up louder and laughed evilly because he was in the front seat and the youngest would have to deal with Jinki’s thrashing this time.
“Fuck,” Jinki whimpered breaking the kiss, as Kibum’s hand slid south, cupping the older boy’s straining erecting. The ribbons where getting rather annoying right now, tied both at the base and just under the head of his cock. “Key.”
“Are you even going to be able to make it home?” the younger boy chuckled, moving his hand back up to rub circles into the writhing boy’s stomach. Onew opened his mouth to answer but the only thing that came out was a loud moan, as the vibrations inside him increased. He accidentally kicked the seat in front of them as his leg muscles spasmed, tensing as he arched into the diva behind him.
“Can you not?” Taemin hissed; his face angry as he turned around to stare at the pair. Jinki whined and hid his face in Key’s neck, flushing darkly at the thought of the others watching this happen. “He’s our leader, we do need to generally respect his authority,” the younger boy gestured to the writhing boy, “this makes it…difficult to take him seriously.”
Key leered at him, “Do you picture him like this?” he asked, smirking, slowly lifting the older boy’s shirt up to show the magnae the leader’s flexing, glistening stomach muscles, as well as the black silk ribbon that came around to cross just over Jinki’s hips. “Do you see him all tied up, quivering with need, begging to be taken by someone like me…or you?”
“Kibum~” Jinki whined into the diva’s neck, one hand trying to pull his shirt back down, not wanting Taemin to see him like this. The other hand was half raised, clutching at Key’s shirt. Taemin swallowed hard, the slightest hint of a flush on his cheek as he tried to keep his eyes away from his leader’s exposed skin. Suddenly he was turned around, headphones slammed onto him and Lady Gaga singing loudly in his ears. Jonghyun smirked at him, as Minho shot a glare at the boys in the back of the car. It wasn’t very nice to tease the magnae.
The manager growled darkly at Key when they exited the car, but the diva only blew him a kiss as he helped the whimpering mess of a leader to the elevator and into their dorm. Jinki slumped against the doorway as Key took off his shoes, running fidgety hands up and down his thighs. The other three band members quickly retreated into Taemin’s room when Minho announced that he had Resident Evil 5, arguing over who got to be Chris and who had to be Sheva.
The minute the door closed, Key pushed Jinki to the floor. “Crawl, bitch,” he ordered, and sashayed his way into their bedroom, not checking to see if the desperate leader would follow orders or not. Not five minutes later, Jinki crawled on shaky limbs into the bedroom after him, sweat dripping down his face at the effort to move with that thing inside him vibrating like a possessed toothbrush.
“Good boy,” Key cooed, crouching down to show the trembling boy a remote. There were only two buttons on it, arrows. Up and down. Key pressed the up button and Jinki screamed, his arms giving out as the pulsing inside of him grew worse. The diva laughed and picked the leader up, depositing him on the bed.
“Door,” Jinki bit out, grinding his hips back against the bed, as Kibum started on his clothes. The door was still wide open. Kibum chuckled, pulling the older boy’s underwear off and tossing it away.
“They know better than to come in when you’re screaming,” he said, brushing some of the hair that’d stuck to the older man’s forehead to the side. “Besides, so what if they see you at your most beautiful?” Onew blushed and looked away, shifting a bit as Key took off his shirt. The black silk ribbons he’d taken so long that morning to tie on came away with a flick of his wrist, leaving only his aching cock tied up and straining. He wriggled up the bed, his moves jerky as he tries to force his limbs to cooperate, seeing as all he wanted to do was lay back and feel, but getting a little farther away from Kibum seemed like a good idea in his fogged up mind, so that was what he tried to do. Only Key followed him, chuckling as he teased the string attached to the egg inside of him, pulling it slightly before letting it go to sink back where it was. Maddening.
The younger boy cackled gleefully as he pressed the up button continuously, making Jinki keen loudly and twist this way and that, fighting with himself on whether he wants to pull away or push against. Suddenly, the incredible, amazingly awful vibrations that pulsed inside of him over and over and over cut out, and Jinki sagged against the bed, sighing heavily as sweat dripped down his naked body. Key pulled back with a pout, staring at the little remote, pressing the buttons stubbornly, but nothing he did brought the evil little thing inside Jinki back to life, so he sighed and tossed it over his shoulder.
“That’s probably why they say not to leave the batteries in when you’re not using it,” he muttered, and with a sharp tug, pulled the egg out of the older boy.
Jinki arched, grunting, before relaxing again. Taking a deep breath, he spread his legs and bit his lip, shooting the younger boy a look from under his wet eyelashes and wetter bangs, hoping that the younger boy could fuck him so he could take a shower and go to sleep. Instead, he got a low chuckle, as Key began to use the ribbon that bound his body to tie him to the bed.
“No,” Jinki whined, writhing to get away from the younger boy’s talented hands. “Key~ I don’t like this.”
“Oh, it’s not about you right now, Hyung,” the diva said, slapping his hand to keep it still. “But I’ll tell you what, next time, I’ll let you dress up as a sexy bunny and we’ll go to the park, okay?” The leader stopped moving and pouted further.
“But that’s your fantasy, too!” he cried. “Can’t we just go out to dinner one of these days?”
“I swear, Hyung,” Key muttered, getting off the bed to go to his special chest of things that belong to Kibum that no one else will touch, now that Jinki’s hands were securely bound to the bed. “Where’s your sense of romantic adventure? Going to the movies or out to dinner or for walks down at the beach at night is so boring!” Jinki frowned at the younger boy, who tossed a black bag onto the bed and shut the chest.
“Oh? I’m sorry spending time with me without having your cock shoved in my ass is boring!”
The younger boy was on him instantly, raining kisses down all over his face. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it like that, Jinki-ah. I love you. I love spending time with you. We never get enough, so I treasure every moment of it. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he said, running his hands down Onew’s cheeks, up into his hair, everywhere as he tried to sooth the older man. “I love you. It’s just…since I tied you up this morning your body is all I can think about.”
Jinki flushed, biting his lip. “Can we take a bubble bath together after this?” he asked, hopefully. Key chuckled at the older boy and nodded, which made Jinki beam at him. Key’s expression got darker, however, and Jinki’s smile fell, blinking up at the younger boy.
“But I just bought some new things to try with you, so we’re going to play now,” he said. The older boy gulped and nodded, fidgeting in his bonds once again. Key reached into the black bag and pulled out something that looked like a necklace, except all the beads got bigger the father down the string they went, and never smaller. Jinki stared at it in confusion, before flushing and looking away, realizing what it was. Anal beads. The largest one was…Jinki shot a quick look at them, then away…smaller than Kibum’s cock, but Kibum was a relatively well endowed man. Apparently, he was the third biggest in SHINee, but Jinki never wanted to know how he knew that.
He whined and drew his legs up, causing Key to chuckle at him. “Oh, what’s wrong lover?” he teased. “Don’t like the gifts I bought you?” Jinki nodded vehemently, even as Key forced his legs back open. “Well, too bad, baby, they all have your name on them.”
“All? Jinki squeaked as Kibum lubed up the toy. “There’s more than just…” the older boy looked ready to faint. Why was he in love with someone so clearly different from him?
Key laughed out loud. “Lots more, though if we wanna get that bubble bath in I guess I won’t use them all,” he promised, pressing the first few beads into the older boy, making Jinki squirm with embarrassment.
“Key~” he keened, making scrunched up faces at the odd feeling. Call him a traditionalist, but he was used to only one thing going up inside of him and it wasn’t these toys. And Kibum really needed to stop laughing at him; it wasn’t funny. How would he like it if Jinki tied him up and put strange things inside of him? Jinki groaned as the diva pushed in a larger bead, and with the realization that his kinky boyfriend would probably love to be in his position. Key never did anything to Jinki he wouldn’t enjoy on himself.
Key stretched his body across the elder boy’s. “Are you getting full?” he whispered into Jinki’s ear. “Can you feel them pushing around inside?” he licked across the bound man’s jaw, then into his mouth, silencing the loudest of whimpers Jinki let out as the diva pressed the last few beads inside, leaving only the ring attached to the end out. Key tipped the older boy’s head back, allowing him to force his tongue farther into Jinki’s slack mouth. Key was an excellent kisser. He never claimed to be a virgin when he first got with Jinki, and Jinki never asked, but his experience showed in everything he did. As did Onew’s lack of experience, but Kibum never called him on it, either.
The younger boy broke the kiss as he gently but firmly pressed down on Jinki’s lower stomach, and all Jinki could do was squirm and mewl and think that it really couldn’t be healthy that he could feel the beads pressing against his insides with the added pressure.
“Shit!” Kibum suddenly said and Jinki flinched and moaned loudly as it just made him feel things all the more. He blinked wet, questioning eyes at the younger boy, who smiled apologetically. “I forgot to cook dinner,” he said, and Jinki sighed heavily because not cooking dinner wasn’t going to result in him dying with a bunch of beads up his ass.
“Taemin!” the Diva called loudly over his shoulder, “I need you in here!”
Jinki’s eyes bugged out as he struggled against his bonds. “Wait, Key, don’t!” he was interrupted as the rapper leaned down and kissed him breathlessly, nibbling on his lower lip before pushing inside, and Jinki was helpless to deny him anything as Kibum pressed on his stomach and he writhed against the sheets.
“Um,” someone called loudly from the hall, “the door is still open.”
“Come here, Taemin,” Key ordered, and the magnae entered cautiously, keeping his eyes on the floor. It didn’t really help at all, because now he knew that Jinki at least was entirely naked. He stepped closer until he was standing right next to the band umma, looking up quickly to see Jinki’s bound arms, his eyes wet with pleasure, a flush that spread halfway down his chest. Taemin noticed for the first time that his Hyung had a significant lack of body hair, as his eyes traveled south slowly, and wondered if it was natural or if Key shaved him. Jinki whined and closed his eyes, flushing brighter as the youngest boy leered at him.
The older dancer cleared his throat, and Taemin’s eyes snapped up to his face. “Yeah, Key?” he squeaked out, then froze up and cleared his throat. “You, um, wanted something?”
“Yes,” the older boy said, motioning to the other side of the bed. “Please kneel there. I have to go make dinner, you see, but Hyung’s all bound up like this, and you can’t leave people tied up alone. It’s bad for so many reasons, though mostly because his hands could go numb and fall off.” Jinki squawked in fear, glancing up sharply to his arms, but Key shushed him and stroked his bound cock once, making the older boy forget his fears instantly. “So I need you here to make sure that doesn’t happen okay?”
Taemin’s eyes were fighting him as he nodded. He wanted to look up at his hyung’s hands, where the ‘danger’ was, but he kept finding them moving south to Jinki’s rather impressive cock, its angry, red color looking brighter in contrast to the black ribbons that were still tied around it. He blinked up suddenly when he realized that Key had still been talking.
“Like what you see?” the diva asked, smirking. Taemin blushed, and Jinki groaned out loud, muttering something about going to hell. “As I was saying, Hyung has a neat little toy inside of him-”
“Don’t tell him that!” Jinki interrupted; his eyes wide as he glanced down at them. Really, if he ever needed a reason to dump Kibum after he got untied, that was it. He so wouldn’t even be hard right now if it weren’t for that stupid ribbon. Why was his life like this?
“And if you massage him here,” Key continued, glaring at the older boy as he pressed into his stomach gently, rubbing in circles and Jinki couldn’t control the ragged moan it ripped from his lips. Not even with his magnae here watching him be this shameful. “Got it? Good, now be sure to watch his arms, and I’ll be back before you know it.” Key patted the younger boy on the cheek and skipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
“Hyung?” Taemin’s voice was shaky as he stared at the closed door.
“Taemin, please untie me and you can leave. I’ll go…hide somewhere and you can leave and this will never have happened, okay?” Jinki pleaded.
Taemin pouted. “But Hyung, Key will murder me,” he said, and Jinki could only sigh, because the younger boy was probably right.
“Why did it have to be you though,” the leader groaned, squirming in his bonds again, as if his fidgety movements would somehow get the blanket under him to magically move to conceal his completely vulnerable nakedness from the youngest member. Taemin didn’t seem all that interested in him, from what Jinki’s quick, embarrassed glances could tell. The dancer wasn’t even looking at him, which was totally and completely perfect for the older boy, because no one should probably see him like his. It wasn’t even that fun anymore, and again, if it weren’t for the stupid ribbons, he most definitely wouldn’t be hard.
The leader’s internal ranting fell away slowly as he realized he was beginning to get tingly feelings in his hands. Shooting a worried look up at them, he made a whining noise and pouted. “Taemin, I’m sorry,” he muttered helplessly, “but I really do like having hands, and they’re going numb. If you untie me, I promise to pray at your grave every day and thank you for my hands.” The leader could just hear Taemin roll his eyes, but really, what other option did they have?
Taemin had apparently thought of one, because the next thing Jinki knew, the younger boy was lying on top of him, untying one of Jinki’s hands and gently massaging his wrist until the feeling came back. The leader had let out a triumphant ‘Aha!’ and tried to jerk out of the youngest’s grasp when he could feel his hand, only to be caught and tied up again. The process was repeated with the other hand, right down to the escape attempt, because Jinki had hoped, after already having tried it, Taemin wouldn’t expect him to do it again.
Sighing in defeat, Jinki sagged back against the bed. Escape was impossible, apparently, but at least he wasn’t going to be losing limbs. He cracked an eye open when he realized that dancer hadn’t gotten off of him. “Um…Taemin?” the younger man didn’t say anything, just pulled back slightly to stare into the older boy’s eyes, and rolled his hips in a circular motion. Jinki gasped and jerked, moaning loudly as Taemin did it again and again, his movements dragging the older boy’s bound erection against his clothed one, and jarring the beads inside of him.
“Tae-” the boy cut himself off as he moaned again; he’d never been one to be lucid or quiet during sex. Key had showed him rather early in their relationship how easy it was to drive Jinki past the point of rationality. Taemin didn’t seem like he cared as he continued to rock against the older boy, his face completely blank as he watched his hyung writhe and mewl beneath him. The dancer pulled back suddenly and Jinki could breathe again, his whole body flushed with embarrassment and pleasure.
“Taemin,” he tried again, trying to tell him that this totally wasn’t what Key meant by ‘watch him’, but was cut off as the magnae shoved one of his long, wonderful piano fingers inside of him next to the beads, making Onew jump with an undignified squeak.
“Does Key-umma really fuck you, Hyung?” he asked, eyes fixed on where he was impaling Onew, crooking his finger and making the elder cry out. “Fuck you like a girl?” he sneered, like Jinki should be ashamed of what he lets Key do to him, as he wriggled his finger again, making the bound boy sob desperately.
“Taemin, please~” Jinki whimpered, trying to pull away from the younger boy. Taemin growled and pressed his other hand into his leader’s lower stomach, hard. The older man howled in pain, and suddenly Taemin wasn’t touching him anymore. Jinki whined weakly, curling up on his side as best he could with his hands tied. Why had Taemin done that? Done any of that? His stomach ached now, and he just wanted Key to come back. Key may have weird ideas about what things should or shouldn’t go into people, and where it’s appropriate to have sex, but he never hurt Onew before.
“F-fuck, Hyung,” Taemin’s voice sounded worn, but surprised, and a shaking hand lay gently on his shoulder, turning him over onto his back again, “I’m…fuck, I’m sorry.” The singer frowned, staring at the youngest with hurt, wet eyes, and noticed how flushed Taemin suddenly was, how he panted, like he’d just danced all the way through Lucifer twice then ran a mile…or just blew a load in his pants from hearing Jinki scream in pain. The oldest boy decided that he must have blacked out for a while, so Taemin ran around and danced while he waited for him to regain consciousness, because Jinki did not want to believe that his sweet, innocent magnae had gotten off on him in pain.
“Let me make it up to you,” the dancer said, slithering down the older man’s body. He gently rubbed at Jinki’s stomach, barely even adding pressure at all, but Jinki still flinched every time Taemin touched him, the memory of things pressing into things they shouldn’t still very fresh in his mind. The younger lay gentle kisses on the abs Jinki had been working hard on, licking a path down where the dancer imagined Jinki’s happy trail should be, if he had one, before turning his attention to the elder boy’s bound cock.
Jinki’s whole body gave a flinch when Taemin grabbed him. “No, wait!” he begged, trying to pull away, but the youngest ignored him, licking at the skin that he could reach between the ribbons, up to the knot just under the head of Jinki’s dick. The ribbons were wet with precum from when Taemin had been grinding against him. Jinki was still dripping slightly, more so now, as he bit into his lip to keep from calling out, as Taemin turned his full, hopefully non-painful, attention on one of his more sensitive areas.
Using his teeth, Taemin untied the top knot, letting the ribbons fall away so that the only thing left bound was the base of Jinki’s cock, and engulfed the head of his leaders cock in his pretty little mouth, drinking up the salty liquid like a whore, his tongue digging into the slit as if looking for more.
Jinki had his face buried in the pillow behind his head, his teeth tearing holes in it as he whined and moaned; his eyes clenched shut against the knowledge of what was happening to him. Was this rape? He certainly didn’t want his magnae to suck him off, but he didn’t feel violated. He let out a sigh as Taemin pulled away, not sure if he hoped the dancer was done being weird or if he was sad he didn’t get to come. Jinki spared a glance down at the youngest, who was running his fingers along his lips, like the time he’d made a mess eating ice cream and was trying to get it all in his mouth before Key cleaned if off of him.
“You taste good, Hyung,” the youngest purred and Jinki closed his eyes with a groan, wishing the boy hadn’t said that.
Suddenly there was a crisp knock on the door before it was flung open and Key walked in holding a plate. “I made pasta!” he announced like it was some kind of triumph. Possibly it was, if he’d heard all of Jinki’s shameless sounds and still managed to not burn the food. The diva shoved the plate at Taemin and ushered him out the door with a sharp smack on the ass and a significant ‘we’re so talking later’ look. The youngest left in a hurry, or as fast as he could walking funny like he was.
“Sounds like you were enjoying yourself,” The younger man said, as he sashayed his way back to the bed. Jinki groaned and rubbed his face into the pillow.
“Can you untie me please, Kibum? I don’t wanna do this anymore,” he whispered, not looking at the younger boy. Key couldn’t be mad at him for letting Taemin do those things; he was tied up, but Jinki still didn’t want to face his boyfriend.
“Oh, baby~” Key cooed, lying beside him to nuzzle his neck. “Tell me where he hurt you, I’ll kiss and make it better.” The older boy flushed darker, because he knew exactly what Key was trying to get him to do and there was no way. That was just too gross.
“Take them out, Kibum,” he said, trying to use his leader voice. “Now, please.” The younger boy pouted against his neck, and reached between his legs, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Jinki’s cock to elicit a hiss from the older boy, before gripping the little ring between his legs.
“This might be a good idea,” the younger said, licking at the patch of skin closest to his mouth. “They always feel better coming out than going in,” and gave a gentle but firm tug, and Jinki gasped as his body stretched around the biggest bead. He was panting by the time they were all out, whimpering with each breath as Key licked, bit, and sucked on the side of his neck. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” the diva asked, turning the older boy to look at him. Jinki shook his head no, and Key kissed him. It was gentle and slow and passionate, an apology for letting things with Taemin get out of hand. The older boy leaned up for another when Key broke the kiss; he always liked kissing.
Key chuckled at him and placed a chaste kiss on the older boy’s pouty lips. “I have more toys for you,” he said in a sing song voice. Jinki tensed up immediately, his breath catching, and Key rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand across the older boy’s stomach. “Relax, I’m going to be with you the whole time,” he said, the assurance actually making Jinki relax, and his cock twitch a little because the last toy had been fun. So he bit his lip and relaxed, placing his trust in the young diva.
Key reached into his black bag of tricks and felt around for a bit. “This is the last one okay?” he said, then, under his breath, he muttered about how Taemin was so going to pay for ruining his fun. Jinki no longer felt bad for the magnae as he nodded. Taemin will get what he deserves. The older boy heard the awkward, squishy noise from the lube container and made a mental note to get some more. They were going to run out faster if Key wanted to use these…toys more often. And then the cold, wet whatever-it-was was resting at his entrance, and slowly pushing in, and Jinki inhaled slowly at the stretch, it was possibly the same size as the beads, maybe a little bigger, but Jinki so didn’t want to open his eyes or look down to see what his crazy boyfriend as putting in him now. It was probably a dildo, he realized as the width tapered down a bit after the first inch or so, but didn’t ever really get small.
Jinki gasped as it continued to fill him, drawing his legs up close so he could buck into the firm, penetrative press, instinctively needing to be fuller. Key laughed at him, using the hand not on the toy to hold his hips down. “Eager, are you?” he teased, pulling the toy out a bit before pressing it back inside.
“F-fuck,” Jinki hissed, arching his back as the toy touched his spot. “Fuck you, jerk.”
“Well, if that’s how you feel about it,” Key said, twisting the toy in place and letting it go, “I was going to place nice, but I guess you’re not in the mood?” Jinki frowned, but stubbornly keep his eyes closed so he wouldn’t have to blink at the younger boy; he wasn’t seven years old.
He heard something click from down between his legs and a low hum went through the dildo. Vibrator, he corrected himself, but it wasn’t so bad. In fact, the toy he’d been forced to endure on the car ride home had been worse, much worse. That was, until there was another click, and the toy inside of him started writhing and squirming around like a snake. Jinki jerked against his bindings, unprepared for the sudden assault on his prostate.
“Oh~!” was the only sound he could force out of his throat, over and over, thrusting his hips up into the air as he tried to get more, "Oh" The younger boy chuckled and forced his hips back onto the bed, which changed Jinki’s litany to “Key” as he ground into the bed, forcing the toy a little farther inside of him, making him toss his head back and scream out loud as his whole body tensed and shook, his back arching as his orgasm rocked through him. Except it didn’t, but it should have. His stomach muscles clenched and unclenched as the toy pressed and pressed and pressed against him but he was stuck, hanging just off the edge of orgasm, so close to release but unable to grasp it. Tears streamed down his face as he writhed, caught between agony and ecstasy with no end.
His voice was raw from screaming when Key turned the toy off and took it out. The Diva kissed the older man’s throat, as if he could soothe it, and he kissed away the tears that still fell heedlessly. His honey eyes were glazed over, dark and wet with his lust. They were so pretty, shining so brightly in the light of the room, Key just wanted to pluck them out and wear them around his neck as the prettiest jewels he'd ever seen, but since he liked Jinki's eyes right where they were, Kibum just kissed his eye lids and ran his hands through the older boy’s sweat matted hair, smoothing it back into place and waiting for Jinki to get back some of his sanity.
"Kibum," the older boy rasped, wincing at the sting in his voice, "my hands."
The diva cursed, swiftly untying the other’s hands. He gave Jinki a significant look. "Do not move," he ordered, and Onew nodded, looking suddenly vulnerable as Key got up to leave, his arms lying down by his side, waiting for the feeling to return. The younger man closed the door and ran into the kitchen, pulling out the special tea they used after particularly harsh weeks and mixing some up. He'd set some water aside while making dinner, because Jinki was a screamer and always straining his voice. He left some chamomile and lavender tea steeping for later. He rushed back to the bedroom, again flinging the door wide open, and had to fight the shiver that ran through his body like a livewire when he saw that Jinki hadn't moved. He gently placed the warm mug of tea on the nightstand and slid behind the older boy, who whined as Key's clothes brushed against his oversensitive skin. Jinki sagged against the diva when he settled, still panting heavily and still rock hard, his cock straining and curled up against his belly. His fingers twitched as if he longed to touch himself, but he was still too far gone to disobey Key.
"Here, baby, drink this," the younger man cooed, gently holding the mug of tea to Onew's lips, waiting for him to drink it down. It was bitter and Jinki made the adorable, scrunched up face he always does when he drinks the tea, but he drank it all, sighing pleasantly as the herbs in the tea began to work their magic, his throat tingling slightly.
“There you go. Better?” Key asked, brushing some hair off the older boy’s forehead. Jinki opened his mouth, but thought better of it and just nodded, smiling weakly. The diva smiled as well, tilting the leader’s head back a bit so he could get better access to his lips. The older boy moaned into the kiss, eagerly opening his mouth for Kibum’s tongue. Jinki was desperate for either comfort or release, Key didn’t know which, probably both. It was probably bad how much Key loved to push his leader to this point, when neither of them could tell if Jinki was shaking from pent up pleasure, or from complete distress.
“Key, please,” the older boy whispered, pressing back against the younger boy. “Please.”
The diva smiled again, petting Jinki’s chest and stomach gently as he lied him down face first into the blankets. “I’m here, baby,” the younger boy said, spreading the leader’s ass cheeks to expose his puckered entrance. Key leaned forward and blew gently across it. Jinki whimpered and twisted, trying to use what strength remained with him to get away from the awkward and embarrassing position he was in, so that Key couldn’t do what he was obviously threatening to do because Jinki had said never ever and Kibum had promised.
Jinki probably didn’t realize that he was whining nearly constantly as he squirmed pathetically, but Key could tell. It was a sign he’d pushed his little lover too far. Sighing, the younger boy pulled back and reached, yet again, for the lube as he pushed his sweatpants down to expose himself. He slathered himself with lube, probably way more than necessary, definitely more than usual, but Jinki’s entrance just look so abused Key didn’t want to hurt him that much anymore.
He lined himself up and slid in slowly as he leaned forward to tongue along the older boy’s ear. “How does it feel?” he whispered. “I’ve owned you all day. From the moment I tied you up this morning, my marks have been on you, telling everyone how you’re mine,” he hissed and jerked his hips sharply, bottoming out inside the older man. Even after everything, Jinki was still so tight, so hot, and now completely wet with the obscene amount of lube Kibum had used. “So fucking tight, Hyung,” he gasped, unable to keep the words in. Jinki shivered and fought to stay still, his body beyond ready to give out. He nodded his head rapidly as if Key had asked him a question.
Key’s soft chuckle filled the room as he lay an open mouth kiss on the back of the older boy’s neck before pushing up to hover over the back of the leader, one hand braced against the bed, the other on Jinki’s hip, steadying him. He slid out slowly, almost all the way, before pushing back inside, just as slowly; pressing his hips forward as he dragged Jinki’s back. Onew’s breath hitched, and he weakly fisted the sheets under him, a weak gasp leaving his wrecked throat.
“I’m sorry about what Taemin did,” the younger boy confessed, his voice tight, as he tried to keep his mind off of his impending orgasm. He’d been hard for hours, since before they’d gotten into the car to go home from practice. He’d had to jerk off in the bathroom when he was making dinner. “He wasn’t supposed to-uh~ to touch you,” he huffed. Key’s pace was slow, languished, like they had all the time in the world and Jonghyun didn’t sleep in there. If he went fast it would be over too quickly, and would possibly be more unpleasant for the older boy. “I heard him hurt you.”
“Didn’t come,” Jinki breathed out, squirming under the rapper, panting, opened mouth in the blankets.
“Didn’t want to,” the younger admitted, leaning forward a little to rain kisses down on the singer’s shoulders and neck. “Never had the courage to try that with you; you sounded so pretty.” Jinki whimpered pathetically, a noise of pure fear as he began to think Key wanted to hurt him. “I would never,” the diva rushed to reassure him, turning Jinki’s head again to kiss him softly. “I could never hurt you, Jinki. I love you.”
The leader whined softly, squeezing his eyes shut against the dizzying sensations Key was forcing on him; pain and pleasure, love, betrayal, lust and some odd sense of security all combining in a maelstrom of confusion that left the older boy whimpering and wishing for the strength to push back against Kibum, to beg him to go faster so that maybe he could black out afterwards and put everything together in the morning. The diva kept moving, though; slowly, in and out, like breathing, and Onew swore he was about to be the first person in the whole world to be lulled to sleep by the pleasurable, rhythmic feeling of his lover’s cock fucking him slowly, until Key shifted behind him and hit his spot dead on, making Onew’s cock give an agonizing twitch, because it was still tied up and painful. Jinki tried to curl away from the sensation; it hurt, it was too much, he didn’t want to feel it. He tried to voice as much, but the words died in his throat.
“Oh, sorry,” Kibum whispered, lifting the older boy’s hips up high enough to slip his hand underneath and tug the last knot on Jinki;s body, untying it and throwing the ribbons away. The older boy shivered as he was freed, his gut suddenly burning fiercely; a reminder that no matter how much pleasure he’d had this night, he’d yet to come. He whimpered quietly, the new position worse than the last one, making it so Key’s cock only grazed against Jinki’s prostate every once and a while, slowly building up the already raging inferno in the older boy’s groin.
Kibum leaned forward again, until his lips were right against Jinki’s ear. “I love you,” he whispered, his hand wrapping around Jinki’s neglected cock, giving one firm upstroke before the leader was screaming his release, his voice cracking painfully and his vocal cords seizing up. The last think Jinki was aware of before he slipped into blessed unconsciousness was Kibum’s warm laugh, ringing in his ears like a chime.
Jinki came back to himself surrounded by water, a hard chest pressed against his back.
“This doesn’t count,” he said, or tried to say, but it only came out in a painful croak that almost brought tears to the leader’s eyes.
“Shhh, baby, don’t try and talk,” Kibum cooed, helping the lethargic boy take a long drink from a travel mug full of tea he just seemed to have handy. “You’ve strained your voice pretty good.” Jinki splashed him childishly, as if to say that it was his fault, and snuggled back into the younger boy’s chest, content with lying in the water for a bit longer, blissfully ignoring of the muscles that would no doubt ache tomorrow morning.
“I called Manager and told him you’ve come down with a cold and can’t talk,” the diva said, threading his fingers through the eldest’s hair to massage his scalp gently. “And I’m to stay home and take care of you, as long as I don’t get sick as well.” The older boy hummed in response, pleased with the thought of spending the day not doing anything with Key to pamper him. Maybe they’d do normal, couple things like cuddle and watch movies.
“Drink some more tea,” the band umma coaxed gently, and didn’t let up until the leader had drained the mug. Then Key was moving and Jinki lost track of him, closing his eyes and leaning back against the smooth backrest, the water rushing past him and down the drain. Then, with a groan, the younger boy lifted Jinki up and sat him gently on the toilet, where he toweled him dry and dressed him, only in a pair of loose sweat pants.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Key informed him, as he, again lifted him up into his arms, this time bridal style. Jinki hummed in response, nuzzling into the diva’s neck as he was carried into a room with lots of gunfire and explosions going on.
“You three,” Key ordered, gently placing the exhausted leader onto his bed, and moving about it to get the covers over him and not under, “get out. Now.”
“It’s really not fair that you ignore us like this,” Jonghyun informed the diva, pouting with his hands on his hips. “Aren’t we important too?”
“Not right now,” the umma hissed, holding up three fingers. “Now I’m going to count to three, and if you all aren’t out of here when I hit zero so Hyung and I can sleep, I’m not cooking for any of you for a month. Three.”
Minho moved first, pressing a kiss to Jinki’s forehead, and then to Key’s he left the room, silent and quick.
“Two” Key said, looking pointedly at Jonghyun, who stared back at him, before rolling his eyes and giving up.
“It’s not like I sleep here anyway,” he muttered, also going over to kiss his leader good night. He paused in front of Kibum, who bristled like a wet cat and Jonghyun thought better of whatever he was going to do.
Key didn’t even count when it came to Taemin, he just pushed the youngest onto his own bed, threw some clothes on top of him, and wrapped him up in his own blankets and pillows. Picking the kicking boy up and carrying him over his shoulder, Key left the room to deposit the magnae on Jonghyun’s bed, and leaving without a word.
Key closed and locked his bedroom door, before climbing into bed with the slumbering Jinki and molding himself to the leader’s back, a hand placed possessively around the older boy’s waist. “I love you, Hyung. Good night,” and before he fell asleep, he swore he heard a raspy, overused voice whisper, “I love you too.”
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