[EXO] [Fanfiction] Pitch Perfect
Title: Pitch Perfect
Pairing: Suho/Chen
Rating: NC-17
Length: 727 words
Summary: Junmyeon wonders if Jongdae ever goes off-key.
Originally posted on seoulfulness for this prompt.
It began as a dare at first.
The rumours of a pitch-perfect trainee joining the agency had everybody looking in Kim Jongdae’s direction, and those who had heard him sing were practically gushing praises about his voice.
Junmyeon, who had been practically assigned to take care of the new trainee was no different because Jongdae’s voice was indeed, gold, and every single note that came out of his mouth could be called a work of art in and of itself.
(Jongin - that little conniving brat - had called him out on it - bullshit, hyung! - and had said that Junmyeon was practically starstruck in this instance, and if he was so curious, why didn’t he ask if Jongdae was as pitch-perfect in bed too?
The younger boy gets a pillow thrown into his face for his grand efforts as Junmyeon fumes, face red, and Kyungsoo looks between them both, eyes wide, before deciding …you sort of deserved that, Jongin.
It turns into an all-out pillow fight between the three boys then, until their dorm manager comes in and shouts at them to go to sleep and stop batting the feathers out of the pillows at 3am in the morning goddamnit!
What Jongin says stays with Junmyeon long after, though. )
--
Jongdae stares at him blatantly and Junmyeon stares right back, before clapping a hand over his mouth and backing away, mumbling apologies all the while because god please send lightning right now and strike me dead because that did not just come out of my mouth.
The younger boy tilts his head slightly and stalks towards Junmyeon who is avidly backing away - except that there’s nowhere else to back away to because he’s reached the end of the corridor, and Jongdae’s smile is not the polite one that he normally wears, oh no.
This smile belongs to the devil himself.
“Did you just ask me if I’m pitch perfect even in bed, hyung?” Jongdae practically purrs into Junmyeon’s burning ears as he cages the older boy in against the wall with a hand on either side of his head and Junmyeon is fighting hard not to shiver - just like he’s willing his crotch not to be so fucking turned on by Jongdae’s breath against his ear.
His brain is literally frozen when Jongdae grabs one of his hands and then guides it down his body and onto the bulge that strains at the crotch of Jongdae’s pants instead, and the younger boy’s teeth nip at his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob convulsively because what the fuck is going on here.
“Don’t you want to find out?”
--
Junmyeon finds out that yes, Kim Jongdae can even sing the C scales perfectly - if you can count gasping out each note with a perfect pitch while Junmyeon has his legs spread wide and is slamming his hips into Jongdae who is holding on for dear life onto the headboard behind him, eyes glittering with challenge and meeting Junmyeon’s as he dares the older boy to break his pitch perfect tone while fucking him into the bed, but Junmyeon is more interested in finding the younger boy’s prostate with his cock to give a flying fuck about pitch perfect right now.
The subtle gasp and brief flutter of Jongdae’s eyelids give him away far more easily than the crack in his voice does and Junmyeon thinks that he just might’ve found that one way where Jongdae won’t be echoing notes with that perfect pitch.
“Try the C scales again now,” Junmyeon all but growls and Jongdae trembles beneath him when Junmyeon’s cock slams into his prostate with every thrust and his voice wavers when he’s halfway through do-re-mi-fa-sol- when his voice cracks on la and he comes hard while gasping ti and his hands are clawing their way across Junmyeon’s back, and then Jongdae is spurting all over his own torso, vision going white with his orgasm as Junmyeon continues pounding into him.
He feels the way Junmyeon throbs within him as the older boy comes inside of Jongdae with a matching gasp, neck bared and eyes closed in ecstasy, panting hard and arms trembling on the bed until he comes down from his high and his eyes snap open to take in Jongdae’s all-too-smug glance and wandering fingers that wrap around his biceps.
“Won’t you make me lose my perfect pitch again, hyung?”
Pairing: Suho/Chen
Rating: NC-17
Length: 727 words
Summary: Junmyeon wonders if Jongdae ever goes off-key.
Originally posted on seoulfulness for this prompt.
It began as a dare at first.
The rumours of a pitch-perfect trainee joining the agency had everybody looking in Kim Jongdae’s direction, and those who had heard him sing were practically gushing praises about his voice.
Junmyeon, who had been practically assigned to take care of the new trainee was no different because Jongdae’s voice was indeed, gold, and every single note that came out of his mouth could be called a work of art in and of itself.
(Jongin - that little conniving brat - had called him out on it - bullshit, hyung! - and had said that Junmyeon was practically starstruck in this instance, and if he was so curious, why didn’t he ask if Jongdae was as pitch-perfect in bed too?
The younger boy gets a pillow thrown into his face for his grand efforts as Junmyeon fumes, face red, and Kyungsoo looks between them both, eyes wide, before deciding …you sort of deserved that, Jongin.
It turns into an all-out pillow fight between the three boys then, until their dorm manager comes in and shouts at them to go to sleep and stop batting the feathers out of the pillows at 3am in the morning goddamnit!
What Jongin says stays with Junmyeon long after, though. )
--
Jongdae stares at him blatantly and Junmyeon stares right back, before clapping a hand over his mouth and backing away, mumbling apologies all the while because god please send lightning right now and strike me dead because that did not just come out of my mouth.
The younger boy tilts his head slightly and stalks towards Junmyeon who is avidly backing away - except that there’s nowhere else to back away to because he’s reached the end of the corridor, and Jongdae’s smile is not the polite one that he normally wears, oh no.
This smile belongs to the devil himself.
“Did you just ask me if I’m pitch perfect even in bed, hyung?” Jongdae practically purrs into Junmyeon’s burning ears as he cages the older boy in against the wall with a hand on either side of his head and Junmyeon is fighting hard not to shiver - just like he’s willing his crotch not to be so fucking turned on by Jongdae’s breath against his ear.
His brain is literally frozen when Jongdae grabs one of his hands and then guides it down his body and onto the bulge that strains at the crotch of Jongdae’s pants instead, and the younger boy’s teeth nip at his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob convulsively because what the fuck is going on here.
“Don’t you want to find out?”
--
Junmyeon finds out that yes, Kim Jongdae can even sing the C scales perfectly - if you can count gasping out each note with a perfect pitch while Junmyeon has his legs spread wide and is slamming his hips into Jongdae who is holding on for dear life onto the headboard behind him, eyes glittering with challenge and meeting Junmyeon’s as he dares the older boy to break his pitch perfect tone while fucking him into the bed, but Junmyeon is more interested in finding the younger boy’s prostate with his cock to give a flying fuck about pitch perfect right now.
The subtle gasp and brief flutter of Jongdae’s eyelids give him away far more easily than the crack in his voice does and Junmyeon thinks that he just might’ve found that one way where Jongdae won’t be echoing notes with that perfect pitch.
“Try the C scales again now,” Junmyeon all but growls and Jongdae trembles beneath him when Junmyeon’s cock slams into his prostate with every thrust and his voice wavers when he’s halfway through do-re-mi-fa-sol- when his voice cracks on la and he comes hard while gasping ti and his hands are clawing their way across Junmyeon’s back, and then Jongdae is spurting all over his own torso, vision going white with his orgasm as Junmyeon continues pounding into him.
He feels the way Junmyeon throbs within him as the older boy comes inside of Jongdae with a matching gasp, neck bared and eyes closed in ecstasy, panting hard and arms trembling on the bed until he comes down from his high and his eyes snap open to take in Jongdae’s all-too-smug glance and wandering fingers that wrap around his biceps.
“Won’t you make me lose my perfect pitch again, hyung?”