initiation; honew
Title: Initiation
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Rating: NC-17
1557 w.
It was nothing like what he had expected, but maybe that was alright.
"Hey, can you just--" Jinki frowned and shifted uncomfortably. Minho was kind of really close to kneeing his balls, and Jinki was pretty sure he'd like to keep those, thank you very much.
"Sorry, hyung," Minho murmured, shifting on his lap. "I was just--"
"No, no, it's okay. I just--" Jinki's hand slipped on Minho's hip and landed with a thud on the mattress. This shouldn't be so hard. Jinki had never expected his first time to be so difficult. All those years of watching porn and romantic comedies had disillusioned him to the real world. The real world in which sex really wasn't as easy as it seemed.
Minho's fingers wrapped around his half-hard length and tugged. With a soft sound of approval, Jinki arched up into him, sliding his hand over Minho's thin shoulder.
"Is this okay?" Minho asked. His fingers were tentative as they moved along the length, as if they were unsure of how to proceed.
Jinki exhaled in a rush of breath. "I-- Yeah. Yeah. Can I--?"
Minho nodded and ducked his head as Jinki reached around to grasp Minho. He measured the difference in his palm; Minho was slightly longer than Jinki, and he curved toward his stomach in a way Jinki didn't. He was darker than Jinki, and he felt fuller lying in the palm of Jinki's hand than Jinki ever had himself. He'd always thought it would be something like pulling himself off, but while Minho felt familiar in his palm, he felt completely different at the same time.
Jinki slid his hand along the length slowly, adjusting the slide of his wrist as he got a feel for Minho's cock in his hand.
"Hyung," Minho said, jerking his hips. "That feels good." His fingers tightened minutely around Jinki's cock.
"Y-yeah?" Jinki pulled his hand away and rubbed his fingers together. He'd only ever used lotion when masturbating, and the lubricant that Minho had brought felt strange. He rubbed his fingers along the tip of Minho's cock, watching the way the skin moved.
There was a sharp exhale from above as Minho shuddered, his thighs trembling and his hand freezing on Jinki's cock.
"Sorry," Jinki breathed, jerking his fingers away. "Sorry, was that--?"
Minho sat up and rolled over onto his back, his chest heaving for air. "No, no, it was good. I just--" He turned his head to look at Jinki. "Can we do it like this?"
Jinki wasn't in a hurry to kick Minho out of his bed. "Sure!" He looked away in embarrassment, deciding he should probably curb his enthusiasm. "I mean- yeah. Yeah." He rolled onto his side, letting his hand creep along Minho's hip.
Minho was stretched thin over wiry muscles and bone, all long awkward limbs and soft skin. As Jinki sat up and straddled Minho's thighs, he thought he was probably much the same, only a little less lean and a little less long. Basically, just alot of awkward limbs.
Minho's hand slid along his back and pressed down on the base of Jinki's spine, causing Jinki to arch into him, the tips of their cocks barely brushing. Jinki inhaled sharply, echoed by Minho a moment later. A sharp rush of pleasure spread down his body, lighting up his nerves to just the slightest touch.
"Oh," Jinki said. "Oh." He scooted forward and pressed their cocks together, sighing softly as that drop of pleasure slid down his spine. "Minho."
"Hyung." Minho grasped Jinki's hips in his hands, guiding their slow rocking.
Jinki fell into the movements, his hands moving from Minho's waist to both sides of his head, clenching the sheets within his fists. He pressed his forehead into the dip between Minho's collarbones and let his breath ghost along Minho's skin, each puff of air matching the erratic rhythm of his hips.
The pads of Minho's fingers pressed against his waist hard enough to leave bruises, but Jinki could hardly feel anything beyond the feel of Minho's body beneath his, all angles and soft skin, and the way they moved in tandem to each other. It was probably the most coordinated Jinki ever was.
He turned his head up and pressed his lips against Minho's jaw, tracing the angle of his jaw with the flat of his tongue.
"Jinki-hyung," Minho said. Jinki pulled away, looking up at him with heavy eyes, and then Minho turned his head, his nose knocking against Jinki's painfully, and kissed him, swallowing Jinki's soft noise of approval. He slid his tongue along the part of Jinki's lips, mirroring the way his hand thread into the hairs at the base of Jinki's neck.
Jinki lowered his body on top of Minho's, propping himself on his forearms as he cupped Minho's face. His fingers dipped behind the curve of Minho's jaw, pressing into that sensitive spot behind his ears, and his thumbs pressed against Minho's cheeks as he tilted his head and parted his lips slowly.
Jinki kept his eyes open as he kissed him, watching the expression on Minho's face. It was the same look he'd had on his face the first time they had kissed, a look of intense concentration and determination. Minho had curled an arm around his waist then, pushing Jinki back into the bathroom sink.
"Hyung, don't move," he had said. "I'm going to kiss you." And then he'd kissed Jinki, just like that. His lips had been slightly chapped and rough, nothing like the soft, shy lips of the girls Jinki had kissed. But the way Minho had pressed his lips against Jinki's, something between hesitant and demanding, had felt almost assuring. It hadn't been anything like what Jinki had expected, but he began to like the way Minho shattered all his expectations.
Even now as Minho rocked up into him, his ankles hooked around Jinki's, Jinki wasn't sure what he had expected. He'd always thought of sex as some incredibly formal, sacred act, but the way they moved together was nothing like that. It was messy and clumsy and rushed, and somehow it was better than anything he had ever imagined.
Or maybe Jinki was the one that was messy and clumsy and rushed. He probably would have felt embarrassed of the way he jerked his hips awkwardly had it not been for the haze of pleasure that fogged up his brain. He could only think of the way Minho arched beneath him, that look of concentration on his face, and the way he tugged on Jinki's hair with one hand, the other pressing fingers harshly into Jinki's waist.
Minho pulled away from him in a rush of air. "Hyung, hyung. I can't--"
Jinki had never considered the honorific anything more than a formality, but to hear it fall from Minho's lips breathlessly as Minho turned his cheek into the pillow made him more aroused than he had ever been before. He turned his face into Minho's neck, sliding his hands under Minho's torso to hook onto his shoulders.
"Minho, I--" He wanted to say something, anything, to tell Minho how much he cared about him, but he didn't know how to turn the rapid thudding of his heart and the tension under his fingers into words.
But Minho grabbed his face and silenced him with his lips, and then Jinki was shuddering, unraveling like a spool of thread. His body felt like it was on fire, lit by every brush of skin, and he was tumbling, falling deeper and deeper, until all he knew was the electric feel of skin beneath his fingers and the blinding white behind his eyes.
Minho exhaled sharply, prompted by his release. Jinki blinked away the flashing lights long enough to watch the way Minho gasped, tossing his head back, every muscle of his body straining to hold itself together as he fell apart in Jinki's arms.
Jinki dipped his head back down and rested his forehead against Minho's collarbone, breathing heavily and still lazily jerking his hips through the last of his orgasm. Minho's fingers were warm on his back. The only sound left was of their deep breathing and the slow thud of their heartbeats, unwinding from the race.
"Hyung," Minho croaked. He reached up and brushed his fringe out of his eyes.
With great reluctance, Jinki peeled away from Minho and flopped onto his side next to him. "I-- that was--"
"Yeah," Minho agreed.
Jinki placed his hand on his chest and shut his eyes, counting each thud of his heart, even as it resounded in his ears. He was somewhere close to thirty when he felt Minho shift and place his long fingers on Jinki's waist. His eyes fluttered open to find Minho peering down at him, his eyes soft.
"Hyung, can we--" He glanced away as if he were summoning words before taking a deep breath and continuing, "--can we do that again? Sometime, um, soon."
Jinki felt the pace of his heart pick up inside his chest. He managed a shaky smile as he reached up and placed his other hand over Minho's heart. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely."
Minho covered Jinki's hand with his own. Beneath his fingers, Jinki could feel Minho's heart racing, matching the way Minho smiled at him, and, somehow, the beat of Jinki's own heart.
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Rating: NC-17
1557 w.
It was nothing like what he had expected, but maybe that was alright.
"Hey, can you just--" Jinki frowned and shifted uncomfortably. Minho was kind of really close to kneeing his balls, and Jinki was pretty sure he'd like to keep those, thank you very much.
"Sorry, hyung," Minho murmured, shifting on his lap. "I was just--"
"No, no, it's okay. I just--" Jinki's hand slipped on Minho's hip and landed with a thud on the mattress. This shouldn't be so hard. Jinki had never expected his first time to be so difficult. All those years of watching porn and romantic comedies had disillusioned him to the real world. The real world in which sex really wasn't as easy as it seemed.
Minho's fingers wrapped around his half-hard length and tugged. With a soft sound of approval, Jinki arched up into him, sliding his hand over Minho's thin shoulder.
"Is this okay?" Minho asked. His fingers were tentative as they moved along the length, as if they were unsure of how to proceed.
Jinki exhaled in a rush of breath. "I-- Yeah. Yeah. Can I--?"
Minho nodded and ducked his head as Jinki reached around to grasp Minho. He measured the difference in his palm; Minho was slightly longer than Jinki, and he curved toward his stomach in a way Jinki didn't. He was darker than Jinki, and he felt fuller lying in the palm of Jinki's hand than Jinki ever had himself. He'd always thought it would be something like pulling himself off, but while Minho felt familiar in his palm, he felt completely different at the same time.
Jinki slid his hand along the length slowly, adjusting the slide of his wrist as he got a feel for Minho's cock in his hand.
"Hyung," Minho said, jerking his hips. "That feels good." His fingers tightened minutely around Jinki's cock.
"Y-yeah?" Jinki pulled his hand away and rubbed his fingers together. He'd only ever used lotion when masturbating, and the lubricant that Minho had brought felt strange. He rubbed his fingers along the tip of Minho's cock, watching the way the skin moved.
There was a sharp exhale from above as Minho shuddered, his thighs trembling and his hand freezing on Jinki's cock.
"Sorry," Jinki breathed, jerking his fingers away. "Sorry, was that--?"
Minho sat up and rolled over onto his back, his chest heaving for air. "No, no, it was good. I just--" He turned his head to look at Jinki. "Can we do it like this?"
Jinki wasn't in a hurry to kick Minho out of his bed. "Sure!" He looked away in embarrassment, deciding he should probably curb his enthusiasm. "I mean- yeah. Yeah." He rolled onto his side, letting his hand creep along Minho's hip.
Minho was stretched thin over wiry muscles and bone, all long awkward limbs and soft skin. As Jinki sat up and straddled Minho's thighs, he thought he was probably much the same, only a little less lean and a little less long. Basically, just alot of awkward limbs.
Minho's hand slid along his back and pressed down on the base of Jinki's spine, causing Jinki to arch into him, the tips of their cocks barely brushing. Jinki inhaled sharply, echoed by Minho a moment later. A sharp rush of pleasure spread down his body, lighting up his nerves to just the slightest touch.
"Oh," Jinki said. "Oh." He scooted forward and pressed their cocks together, sighing softly as that drop of pleasure slid down his spine. "Minho."
"Hyung." Minho grasped Jinki's hips in his hands, guiding their slow rocking.
Jinki fell into the movements, his hands moving from Minho's waist to both sides of his head, clenching the sheets within his fists. He pressed his forehead into the dip between Minho's collarbones and let his breath ghost along Minho's skin, each puff of air matching the erratic rhythm of his hips.
The pads of Minho's fingers pressed against his waist hard enough to leave bruises, but Jinki could hardly feel anything beyond the feel of Minho's body beneath his, all angles and soft skin, and the way they moved in tandem to each other. It was probably the most coordinated Jinki ever was.
He turned his head up and pressed his lips against Minho's jaw, tracing the angle of his jaw with the flat of his tongue.
"Jinki-hyung," Minho said. Jinki pulled away, looking up at him with heavy eyes, and then Minho turned his head, his nose knocking against Jinki's painfully, and kissed him, swallowing Jinki's soft noise of approval. He slid his tongue along the part of Jinki's lips, mirroring the way his hand thread into the hairs at the base of Jinki's neck.
Jinki lowered his body on top of Minho's, propping himself on his forearms as he cupped Minho's face. His fingers dipped behind the curve of Minho's jaw, pressing into that sensitive spot behind his ears, and his thumbs pressed against Minho's cheeks as he tilted his head and parted his lips slowly.
Jinki kept his eyes open as he kissed him, watching the expression on Minho's face. It was the same look he'd had on his face the first time they had kissed, a look of intense concentration and determination. Minho had curled an arm around his waist then, pushing Jinki back into the bathroom sink.
"Hyung, don't move," he had said. "I'm going to kiss you." And then he'd kissed Jinki, just like that. His lips had been slightly chapped and rough, nothing like the soft, shy lips of the girls Jinki had kissed. But the way Minho had pressed his lips against Jinki's, something between hesitant and demanding, had felt almost assuring. It hadn't been anything like what Jinki had expected, but he began to like the way Minho shattered all his expectations.
Even now as Minho rocked up into him, his ankles hooked around Jinki's, Jinki wasn't sure what he had expected. He'd always thought of sex as some incredibly formal, sacred act, but the way they moved together was nothing like that. It was messy and clumsy and rushed, and somehow it was better than anything he had ever imagined.
Or maybe Jinki was the one that was messy and clumsy and rushed. He probably would have felt embarrassed of the way he jerked his hips awkwardly had it not been for the haze of pleasure that fogged up his brain. He could only think of the way Minho arched beneath him, that look of concentration on his face, and the way he tugged on Jinki's hair with one hand, the other pressing fingers harshly into Jinki's waist.
Minho pulled away from him in a rush of air. "Hyung, hyung. I can't--"
Jinki had never considered the honorific anything more than a formality, but to hear it fall from Minho's lips breathlessly as Minho turned his cheek into the pillow made him more aroused than he had ever been before. He turned his face into Minho's neck, sliding his hands under Minho's torso to hook onto his shoulders.
"Minho, I--" He wanted to say something, anything, to tell Minho how much he cared about him, but he didn't know how to turn the rapid thudding of his heart and the tension under his fingers into words.
But Minho grabbed his face and silenced him with his lips, and then Jinki was shuddering, unraveling like a spool of thread. His body felt like it was on fire, lit by every brush of skin, and he was tumbling, falling deeper and deeper, until all he knew was the electric feel of skin beneath his fingers and the blinding white behind his eyes.
Minho exhaled sharply, prompted by his release. Jinki blinked away the flashing lights long enough to watch the way Minho gasped, tossing his head back, every muscle of his body straining to hold itself together as he fell apart in Jinki's arms.
Jinki dipped his head back down and rested his forehead against Minho's collarbone, breathing heavily and still lazily jerking his hips through the last of his orgasm. Minho's fingers were warm on his back. The only sound left was of their deep breathing and the slow thud of their heartbeats, unwinding from the race.
"Hyung," Minho croaked. He reached up and brushed his fringe out of his eyes.
With great reluctance, Jinki peeled away from Minho and flopped onto his side next to him. "I-- that was--"
"Yeah," Minho agreed.
Jinki placed his hand on his chest and shut his eyes, counting each thud of his heart, even as it resounded in his ears. He was somewhere close to thirty when he felt Minho shift and place his long fingers on Jinki's waist. His eyes fluttered open to find Minho peering down at him, his eyes soft.
"Hyung, can we--" He glanced away as if he were summoning words before taking a deep breath and continuing, "--can we do that again? Sometime, um, soon."
Jinki felt the pace of his heart pick up inside his chest. He managed a shaky smile as he reached up and placed his other hand over Minho's heart. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely."
Minho covered Jinki's hand with his own. Beneath his fingers, Jinki could feel Minho's heart racing, matching the way Minho smiled at him, and, somehow, the beat of Jinki's own heart.