none of that matters here (1/1) ; jongho
title: none of that matters here (1/1)
pairing: jongho
rating: nc-17
word count: 2740
summary: minho's still thinking about that blue logo.
warning(s): infidelity, drug use
dedicated to jenny just so i don't have to write her another fic (((shhh don't tell her i said that)))
Minho first notices the bathhouse is on his detoured stroll home from work - messenger bag slung over his shoulder, thumb punching letters on his phone. The clack of his shoes against the pavement ceases when he absently glances up and locks eyes with the blue logo. He blinks once, huffs a sigh and focuses his attention back onto his phone.
His girlfriend welcomes Minho home with a sweet kiss to his cheek. Their new puppy welcomes him with a curious lick of his shoe. Minho’s still thinking about that blue logo.
The second time Minho sees it is when he’s walking through the front door. It’s taken him a week to summon the courage, but his girlfriend is up north visiting her mother (Minho, of course, has to work) and if he’s going to go, it’s got to be now.
It’s dark, one blinking light halfway across the hallway. There’s a gaping hole in the wall to his right - or rather, a little cubby hole with a smiling man sitting behind the ledge.
“Welcome, sir. How are you this evening?”
Minho’s shaking. He smiles, “I’m alright.”
“That’s great to hear.” The receptionist smiles, “Are you a member?”
That doesn’t really settle his nerves. “A…member?”
The receptionist grins. “You have to be a member for use of our…services,” he says, “but it’s no problem. I can hook you up right now.”
“Right now?”
“Right now. That is…if you’re interested.”
Minho squints a little at the innuendo. Sure, the receptionist is pretty hot, and if Minho was convinced that what it seems like he’s insinuating is actually what he’s insinuating, he would probably say yes. Instead, Minho pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and says, “I’d like to become a member.”
“Here’s your towel. Locker key. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The receptionist stacks the said objects into his arms and smiles for good measure.
“No I’m… good. Thanks.”
“Enjoy,” the receptionist purrs. And then there’s a buzz, and the two doors at the end of the corridor open.
Minho’s not too sure how many right turns he’s taken but surely he’s going around in circles.
He locates his locker after what seems like a dozen hallways and sheepishly strips off his jeans, wiggles out of his shirt. A couple of guys scatter the room, all clad in matching fluffy towels snug around their hips. One of them has the gall to touch Minho’s defined arm, a flutter of fingertips down his bicep with a sultry smile on his lips; Minho jerks back to the touch instinctively despite how attractive the man actually is with his chiselled cheekbones and pouty lips.
“I won’t bite…” the man says, “Relax.”
“I- No thanks?”
The man retracts his hand. “Maybe next time,” he winks.
“Yeah…sure,” Minho says, but he’s already moved onto the next man. With an inward shrug, Minho twists the given towel around his hips and tucks it in.
Minho’s still tense as he flops down onto a seat in the sauna, his lungs already compressing with the hot air. The aroma drifts up his nostrils and into his system, relaxing his shoulders and down his spine. In the corner, two men are latched onto each other’s lips, hands trailing over thighs and hips, working to undo their towels.
“Suck me off,” one of them says.
Minho finds an impressive slice in the wooden ceiling and focuses on it as he breathes. It takes him about five more minutes until the sounds of their moans are too loud and obnoxious to ignore, and he steps down from his seat with a reluctant sigh and shuts the door tight behind him.
Minho exercises the thought of leaving. This obviously isn’t the place for him; he doesn’t even know why he came in the first place. He’s got a beautiful girlfriend, a house that all their friends are envious of - fuck, they even bought a puppy. He shouldn’t be here.
Yet, Minho meanders around another corner and squeezes past a couple groping each other against the wall, and then another. A dimly lit, smoke filled corridor stretches out in front of him with doors lining the walls, some closed, most open. Explicit posters stamp over where the walls were once bare. Minho’s eyesight takes a moment to adjust, but then he’s taking the hallway step by step.
In the flashes that Minho gets when he glances in, he’s doesn’t exactly like what he sees. An obese old man lies on his stomach in the first room and Minho almost bolts right out of the bathhouse. Something compels him to just keep on walking, though, and Minho turns his cheek and does just that before the old man can propose anything.
A small group of men surround one particular door at the end of the walkway and Minho starts walking with a purpose - they must be watching something worth it. One of the males smiles at Minho upon arrival and shuffles over a bit to give him a view of what’s inside.
“Mmm, right there, Jinki, ooh, fuck,” moans the man sandwiched between two others, straddling the man who Minho supposes is Jinki, but facing the other, facing the door.
Minho’s cock finally stirs in interest.
The man getting fucked moans obscenely as the other sucks his nipple into his mouth, his back arching to press his chest against the man’s tongue, using one of his toned arms to hold his weight as he threads the other through the man’s hair.
“Jonghyun,” Jinki grunts in complete pleasure as (who Minho learns is) Jonghyun drops down on his cock only to lift himself up and do it all over again.
The other male remains anonymous for now, but Minho’s not particularly interested in him. It’s all Jonghyun, the way his tiny hole swallows up Jinki’s huge cock so easily, his features painted in ecstasy, sweat pooled in the curves of his beautifully worked body.
“You could probably get a shot after they’re done,” chimes in the man who had made room for him before, nudging Minho in the ribs with his elbow.
“What?”
“Jonghyun,” he motions his head in the direction of the room, “He’s a real slut,” the man chuckles. “He’s probably going to want more after they fuck him raw.”
Minho blinks over to where Jonghyun fucks himself on Jinki’s cock, the sharp angle of his jaw from his tilted head.
“I should…go,” Minho finally says.
It’s only when he’s back out onto the main street and briskly walking home does Minho feel like he can finally breathe.
Minho’s never been a good liar, but somehow his girlfriend believes him when he says he has to stay late at work because of an emergency meeting. There’s nothing of the sort; Jonghyun’s been left to mull in Minho’s mind over the weeks, and the prospect is becoming increasingly attractive.
Minho saunters over to the bathhouse entrance the second that first hand hits five and sidles inside, flashing his member’s card to the receptionist with a coy smile.
“Enjoy,” the receptionist winks as he buzzes him through.
Minho steps out of his suit trousers with determination and stuffs them into his locker. He’s here for a reason and he is not backing out now.
Except for when he finally locates Jonghyun relaxing in the steam room, his towelled body reclined back against the tiles, Minho’s body seizes up.
“Hey, man, you alright?” A guy squeezes through the little space between Minho and the door to stand in front of Minho. He’s a little tiny thing, with cute chubby cheeks and scrawny little arms. Minho suspects he’s got to be a hotshot around here, with his fat lips and dewy eyes.
Minho shakes his head and smiles. “Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.”
“Wanna sit with me?” he asks with a grin, vaguely reminiscent of school, and Minho nods. “I’m Taemin, by the way.”
Jonghyun doesn’t even look at Minho as they move into the steam room and steal sanctuary on the opposite side of him. He doesn’t look at anything actually, just tips his head back and heaves a breath. His arms stretch out spread eagle on each side of him, legs slightly spread.
“Minho,” he warily introduces himself to Taemin.
“You look, like, really fucking tense,” Taemin laughs quietly.
Minho smiles. “I’m kind of new to this whole ‘scene’.”
“Do you want a little...”
“Excuse me?”
Taemin digs into his towel for a few seconds and produces a little baggy. Minho doesn’t even want to know where he was hiding that.
“It’ll make you less nervous?”
Minho eyes the white power suspiciously. “What is it?
“Liquid X. Just a little to calm your nerves.” Taemin hops up from the seat. “I’ll go get you a drink.”
Minho watches as Taemin shuffles from the room with a polite ‘excuse me’, but the minute he’s out of sight, Minho’s eyes fall back on Jonghyun. He’s laying down on the tile now, probably resting his body from last night’s brutal fucking, but before he even gets a chance to even think about making his move, Taemin’s collapsing into his seat.
“Here you go,” he says, offering the glass to Minho. He sniffs the transparent liquid curiously, cocking his head when he smells lime. Taemin stifles his laugh. “It’s Sprite. I wasn’t too sure what you like so...can’t go wrong with Sprite.”
In his peripheral vision, Minho catches movement and when he glances up over the rim of his glass, Jonghyun’s got his glassy eyes on him, lips curled into a lethargic smile. Somebody has his hand advancing up his thigh, and Minho lowers his vision back to his glass. Chug, chug, chug.
Minho loses sight of Taemin about half an hour into his high. Jonghyun’s disappeared too. Right now, Minho glides down the aisle of doors, hazy eyes peering into each open door. His mind is clear, cock throbbing.
Inside of a room at the end of the walkway, Minho finally sees him. Jonghyun’s laying naked, on his side on the black vinyl mattress, torso twisted up to the ceiling as he inspects his nails. What that’s supposed to mean, Minho has no idea.
Minho closes the door behind him.
Minho blankets Jonghyun with his body, thrusting his tongue into Jonghyun’s not-so-surprisingly compliant mouth as he nudges the latter’s thighs wide open with his own, swallowing up the grunt of surprise Jonghyun emits. He barely loses himself in kiss, too distracted by the hardening ridge of Jonghyun’s cock slotting against his own and takes it upon himself to mouth down Jonghyun’s neck down to his nipple, wherein he flicks his tongue over it and kisses.
“What’s, mmm, what’s your name?” Jonghyun asks as Minho descends down to his cock and sucks it into his mouth urgently. A gasp follows his words. Minho slicks it up, tonguing around the head and then finally sinks his lips down until he’s buried in the scratch of returning pubic hair.
“Minho,” he replies, peeling off Jonghyun’s cock to slide his tongue down the shaft. “And you’re Jonghyun.”
Jonghyun chuckles, then gasps when Minho swirls his tongue over his balls. “I - ah - guess you’ve heard of me.” His hips twitch upwards, a small cant that encites Minho back up to his cock. Jonghyun hisses when Minho takes him to the back of his throat again, moans like he’s the one receiving pleasure, and tangles his fingertips into Minho’s tresses. “I can’t say that I’m surprised.”
Minho grunts at his easy words. “The village slut,” he murmurs into the skin of Jonghyun’s taunt stomach.
Jonghyun laughs, “Something like that,” as he sits up and tugs Minho away for another kiss.
“That’s not something to be particularly proud of.”
“Maybe not,” Jonghyun smiles against Minho’s lips, “but, we men are possessive, and a jealous lover is unlike any other,” he says with a smirk and pushes Minho back down to his groin, groans upon impact.
A seemingly uncharacteristic whine escapes from the depths of Jonghyun’s throat when Minho pitches his palms under his ass cheeks to push his hips off the bed, and when Minho’s tongue first presses against his twitching asshole Jonghyun practically screams, in which Minho is equally as unsuspecting. Jonghyun pants, grappling with his legs to cease the shaking, his fingernails pressing cherry crescents into the backs of his thighs, but Minho finds that particularly endearing - how rosy his cheeks are, the heave of his chest, the occasional slap of his knee to his face.
Jonghyun’s taste is overwhelming, a peculiar palate of sweat with the essence of soap, and himself. Minho hums, dragging off his towel and guiding one of Jonghyun’s hands to finally touch his cock. It eases the welling pressure just a little, Jonghyun’s movements sloppy and unfocused, but it’s enough to fuel him further into his drugged lust.
“You looked so boring the other week,” Jonghyun pants when Minho finally lets him uncurl, “but fuck, you’re actually really hot.”
Minho blinks. “You saw me?”
Jonghyun’s grin is mischievous as he reaches down and produces a small bottle. “You were watching me, of course I saw you,” he says before he inhales the fluid in the bottle and shudders. He produces a foil packet and another bottle and uncaps it, pouring a generous glob into his hand. “Enough talking.” He coils his legs around Minho’s waist and reaches down to circle his cock in his hand, smearing the lube around and rolling on the condom. He guides Minho’s cock to his hole. “Fuck me.”
Minho grunts in approval as he thrusts inside, slowly accustoming himself to the intense heat and searing tightness of Jonghyun’s muscles through the condom. He’s well aware of Jonghyun digging welts with his insistent grip on his thighs as he starts up a slow tempo of thrusts, grinding up against Jonghyun’s body.
“You’re big,” Jonghyun states, his voice all breathy. He migrates his hands around to Minho’s ass, pulling him deeper with each stab of his hips. It’s all slide, Jonghyun’s relaxed hole sucking him in and squeezing him out. Sweat prickles on Minho’s forehead as he huffs and grunts, mind reeling in the pleasure, the euphoric feeling of being inside Jonghyun.
Whilst keeping his rhythm, Minho curls his spine and sucks on Jonghyun’s nipple, using one hand to hold sturdy, and the other slithering down to fist Jonghyun’s cock. He’s not going to last long like this, not long enough.
“Faster,” Jonghyun demands, “fuck me harder.”
Minho complies eagerly, snapping his hips against Jonghyun’s ass, pulling Jonghyun’s legs against his chest in his upright position for leverage to fuck into him harder, deeper. Jonghyun howls at the angle, nearly ripping the vinyl mattress and Minho smiles momentarily in triumph, pumping his cock in and out so quickly he involuntarily hurls himself too close to orgasm.
He slows his pace, nibbling on Jonghyun’s hairless legs as he guides Jonghyun’s hand to his own cock.
“You feel so good inside me, fuck, Minho.” Jonghyun jerks his cock quickly, whining into the forearm that he closes over his mouth to cease his roaring moans. Despite Minho’s dislike for that, he’s too close to care, and picks up that quick rhythm again, the one that has Jonghyun screaming.
“You’re gunna make me cum, fuck Minho I’m gunna cum,” Jonghyun rambles as he grips the base of his cock and then he’s shooting ropes all over his stomach, so strong some even slaps against his chin. Minho doesn’t falter, cracks his hips and drives his cock into Jonghyun’s tight hole over and over until he finally lets go and spills his load into the condom.
Minho awkwardly shuffles off the mattress and slides off the condom, knotting the end and dumps it onto-
“Just chuck it on the floor. People will clean it up later.”
“I- are you sure?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Listen, I’ve never really seen you much around here but here’s my number in case you want to hook up again. Or, you know, you could come searching for me again.” Jonghyun winks as he pushes a little white slice of paper into his hand and Minho looks down at it absently.
Jonghyun lights up a cigarette and sits back down onto the vinyl.
“I have a girlfriend,” Minho says.
Jonghyun exhales the smoke slowly and stares at Minho until his lips finally spread to an enticing smirk. “None of that matters here.”
pairing: jongho
rating: nc-17
word count: 2740
summary: minho's still thinking about that blue logo.
warning(s): infidelity, drug use
dedicated to jenny just so i don't have to write her another fic (((shhh don't tell her i said that)))
Minho first notices the bathhouse is on his detoured stroll home from work - messenger bag slung over his shoulder, thumb punching letters on his phone. The clack of his shoes against the pavement ceases when he absently glances up and locks eyes with the blue logo. He blinks once, huffs a sigh and focuses his attention back onto his phone.
His girlfriend welcomes Minho home with a sweet kiss to his cheek. Their new puppy welcomes him with a curious lick of his shoe. Minho’s still thinking about that blue logo.
The second time Minho sees it is when he’s walking through the front door. It’s taken him a week to summon the courage, but his girlfriend is up north visiting her mother (Minho, of course, has to work) and if he’s going to go, it’s got to be now.
It’s dark, one blinking light halfway across the hallway. There’s a gaping hole in the wall to his right - or rather, a little cubby hole with a smiling man sitting behind the ledge.
“Welcome, sir. How are you this evening?”
Minho’s shaking. He smiles, “I’m alright.”
“That’s great to hear.” The receptionist smiles, “Are you a member?”
That doesn’t really settle his nerves. “A…member?”
The receptionist grins. “You have to be a member for use of our…services,” he says, “but it’s no problem. I can hook you up right now.”
“Right now?”
“Right now. That is…if you’re interested.”
Minho squints a little at the innuendo. Sure, the receptionist is pretty hot, and if Minho was convinced that what it seems like he’s insinuating is actually what he’s insinuating, he would probably say yes. Instead, Minho pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and says, “I’d like to become a member.”
“Here’s your towel. Locker key. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The receptionist stacks the said objects into his arms and smiles for good measure.
“No I’m… good. Thanks.”
“Enjoy,” the receptionist purrs. And then there’s a buzz, and the two doors at the end of the corridor open.
Minho’s not too sure how many right turns he’s taken but surely he’s going around in circles.
He locates his locker after what seems like a dozen hallways and sheepishly strips off his jeans, wiggles out of his shirt. A couple of guys scatter the room, all clad in matching fluffy towels snug around their hips. One of them has the gall to touch Minho’s defined arm, a flutter of fingertips down his bicep with a sultry smile on his lips; Minho jerks back to the touch instinctively despite how attractive the man actually is with his chiselled cheekbones and pouty lips.
“I won’t bite…” the man says, “Relax.”
“I- No thanks?”
The man retracts his hand. “Maybe next time,” he winks.
“Yeah…sure,” Minho says, but he’s already moved onto the next man. With an inward shrug, Minho twists the given towel around his hips and tucks it in.
Minho’s still tense as he flops down onto a seat in the sauna, his lungs already compressing with the hot air. The aroma drifts up his nostrils and into his system, relaxing his shoulders and down his spine. In the corner, two men are latched onto each other’s lips, hands trailing over thighs and hips, working to undo their towels.
“Suck me off,” one of them says.
Minho finds an impressive slice in the wooden ceiling and focuses on it as he breathes. It takes him about five more minutes until the sounds of their moans are too loud and obnoxious to ignore, and he steps down from his seat with a reluctant sigh and shuts the door tight behind him.
Minho exercises the thought of leaving. This obviously isn’t the place for him; he doesn’t even know why he came in the first place. He’s got a beautiful girlfriend, a house that all their friends are envious of - fuck, they even bought a puppy. He shouldn’t be here.
Yet, Minho meanders around another corner and squeezes past a couple groping each other against the wall, and then another. A dimly lit, smoke filled corridor stretches out in front of him with doors lining the walls, some closed, most open. Explicit posters stamp over where the walls were once bare. Minho’s eyesight takes a moment to adjust, but then he’s taking the hallway step by step.
In the flashes that Minho gets when he glances in, he’s doesn’t exactly like what he sees. An obese old man lies on his stomach in the first room and Minho almost bolts right out of the bathhouse. Something compels him to just keep on walking, though, and Minho turns his cheek and does just that before the old man can propose anything.
A small group of men surround one particular door at the end of the walkway and Minho starts walking with a purpose - they must be watching something worth it. One of the males smiles at Minho upon arrival and shuffles over a bit to give him a view of what’s inside.
“Mmm, right there, Jinki, ooh, fuck,” moans the man sandwiched between two others, straddling the man who Minho supposes is Jinki, but facing the other, facing the door.
Minho’s cock finally stirs in interest.
The man getting fucked moans obscenely as the other sucks his nipple into his mouth, his back arching to press his chest against the man’s tongue, using one of his toned arms to hold his weight as he threads the other through the man’s hair.
“Jonghyun,” Jinki grunts in complete pleasure as (who Minho learns is) Jonghyun drops down on his cock only to lift himself up and do it all over again.
The other male remains anonymous for now, but Minho’s not particularly interested in him. It’s all Jonghyun, the way his tiny hole swallows up Jinki’s huge cock so easily, his features painted in ecstasy, sweat pooled in the curves of his beautifully worked body.
“You could probably get a shot after they’re done,” chimes in the man who had made room for him before, nudging Minho in the ribs with his elbow.
“What?”
“Jonghyun,” he motions his head in the direction of the room, “He’s a real slut,” the man chuckles. “He’s probably going to want more after they fuck him raw.”
Minho blinks over to where Jonghyun fucks himself on Jinki’s cock, the sharp angle of his jaw from his tilted head.
“I should…go,” Minho finally says.
It’s only when he’s back out onto the main street and briskly walking home does Minho feel like he can finally breathe.
Minho’s never been a good liar, but somehow his girlfriend believes him when he says he has to stay late at work because of an emergency meeting. There’s nothing of the sort; Jonghyun’s been left to mull in Minho’s mind over the weeks, and the prospect is becoming increasingly attractive.
Minho saunters over to the bathhouse entrance the second that first hand hits five and sidles inside, flashing his member’s card to the receptionist with a coy smile.
“Enjoy,” the receptionist winks as he buzzes him through.
Minho steps out of his suit trousers with determination and stuffs them into his locker. He’s here for a reason and he is not backing out now.
Except for when he finally locates Jonghyun relaxing in the steam room, his towelled body reclined back against the tiles, Minho’s body seizes up.
“Hey, man, you alright?” A guy squeezes through the little space between Minho and the door to stand in front of Minho. He’s a little tiny thing, with cute chubby cheeks and scrawny little arms. Minho suspects he’s got to be a hotshot around here, with his fat lips and dewy eyes.
Minho shakes his head and smiles. “Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.”
“Wanna sit with me?” he asks with a grin, vaguely reminiscent of school, and Minho nods. “I’m Taemin, by the way.”
Jonghyun doesn’t even look at Minho as they move into the steam room and steal sanctuary on the opposite side of him. He doesn’t look at anything actually, just tips his head back and heaves a breath. His arms stretch out spread eagle on each side of him, legs slightly spread.
“Minho,” he warily introduces himself to Taemin.
“You look, like, really fucking tense,” Taemin laughs quietly.
Minho smiles. “I’m kind of new to this whole ‘scene’.”
“Do you want a little...”
“Excuse me?”
Taemin digs into his towel for a few seconds and produces a little baggy. Minho doesn’t even want to know where he was hiding that.
“It’ll make you less nervous?”
Minho eyes the white power suspiciously. “What is it?
“Liquid X. Just a little to calm your nerves.” Taemin hops up from the seat. “I’ll go get you a drink.”
Minho watches as Taemin shuffles from the room with a polite ‘excuse me’, but the minute he’s out of sight, Minho’s eyes fall back on Jonghyun. He’s laying down on the tile now, probably resting his body from last night’s brutal fucking, but before he even gets a chance to even think about making his move, Taemin’s collapsing into his seat.
“Here you go,” he says, offering the glass to Minho. He sniffs the transparent liquid curiously, cocking his head when he smells lime. Taemin stifles his laugh. “It’s Sprite. I wasn’t too sure what you like so...can’t go wrong with Sprite.”
In his peripheral vision, Minho catches movement and when he glances up over the rim of his glass, Jonghyun’s got his glassy eyes on him, lips curled into a lethargic smile. Somebody has his hand advancing up his thigh, and Minho lowers his vision back to his glass. Chug, chug, chug.
Minho loses sight of Taemin about half an hour into his high. Jonghyun’s disappeared too. Right now, Minho glides down the aisle of doors, hazy eyes peering into each open door. His mind is clear, cock throbbing.
Inside of a room at the end of the walkway, Minho finally sees him. Jonghyun’s laying naked, on his side on the black vinyl mattress, torso twisted up to the ceiling as he inspects his nails. What that’s supposed to mean, Minho has no idea.
Minho closes the door behind him.
Minho blankets Jonghyun with his body, thrusting his tongue into Jonghyun’s not-so-surprisingly compliant mouth as he nudges the latter’s thighs wide open with his own, swallowing up the grunt of surprise Jonghyun emits. He barely loses himself in kiss, too distracted by the hardening ridge of Jonghyun’s cock slotting against his own and takes it upon himself to mouth down Jonghyun’s neck down to his nipple, wherein he flicks his tongue over it and kisses.
“What’s, mmm, what’s your name?” Jonghyun asks as Minho descends down to his cock and sucks it into his mouth urgently. A gasp follows his words. Minho slicks it up, tonguing around the head and then finally sinks his lips down until he’s buried in the scratch of returning pubic hair.
“Minho,” he replies, peeling off Jonghyun’s cock to slide his tongue down the shaft. “And you’re Jonghyun.”
Jonghyun chuckles, then gasps when Minho swirls his tongue over his balls. “I - ah - guess you’ve heard of me.” His hips twitch upwards, a small cant that encites Minho back up to his cock. Jonghyun hisses when Minho takes him to the back of his throat again, moans like he’s the one receiving pleasure, and tangles his fingertips into Minho’s tresses. “I can’t say that I’m surprised.”
Minho grunts at his easy words. “The village slut,” he murmurs into the skin of Jonghyun’s taunt stomach.
Jonghyun laughs, “Something like that,” as he sits up and tugs Minho away for another kiss.
“That’s not something to be particularly proud of.”
“Maybe not,” Jonghyun smiles against Minho’s lips, “but, we men are possessive, and a jealous lover is unlike any other,” he says with a smirk and pushes Minho back down to his groin, groans upon impact.
A seemingly uncharacteristic whine escapes from the depths of Jonghyun’s throat when Minho pitches his palms under his ass cheeks to push his hips off the bed, and when Minho’s tongue first presses against his twitching asshole Jonghyun practically screams, in which Minho is equally as unsuspecting. Jonghyun pants, grappling with his legs to cease the shaking, his fingernails pressing cherry crescents into the backs of his thighs, but Minho finds that particularly endearing - how rosy his cheeks are, the heave of his chest, the occasional slap of his knee to his face.
Jonghyun’s taste is overwhelming, a peculiar palate of sweat with the essence of soap, and himself. Minho hums, dragging off his towel and guiding one of Jonghyun’s hands to finally touch his cock. It eases the welling pressure just a little, Jonghyun’s movements sloppy and unfocused, but it’s enough to fuel him further into his drugged lust.
“You looked so boring the other week,” Jonghyun pants when Minho finally lets him uncurl, “but fuck, you’re actually really hot.”
Minho blinks. “You saw me?”
Jonghyun’s grin is mischievous as he reaches down and produces a small bottle. “You were watching me, of course I saw you,” he says before he inhales the fluid in the bottle and shudders. He produces a foil packet and another bottle and uncaps it, pouring a generous glob into his hand. “Enough talking.” He coils his legs around Minho’s waist and reaches down to circle his cock in his hand, smearing the lube around and rolling on the condom. He guides Minho’s cock to his hole. “Fuck me.”
Minho grunts in approval as he thrusts inside, slowly accustoming himself to the intense heat and searing tightness of Jonghyun’s muscles through the condom. He’s well aware of Jonghyun digging welts with his insistent grip on his thighs as he starts up a slow tempo of thrusts, grinding up against Jonghyun’s body.
“You’re big,” Jonghyun states, his voice all breathy. He migrates his hands around to Minho’s ass, pulling him deeper with each stab of his hips. It’s all slide, Jonghyun’s relaxed hole sucking him in and squeezing him out. Sweat prickles on Minho’s forehead as he huffs and grunts, mind reeling in the pleasure, the euphoric feeling of being inside Jonghyun.
Whilst keeping his rhythm, Minho curls his spine and sucks on Jonghyun’s nipple, using one hand to hold sturdy, and the other slithering down to fist Jonghyun’s cock. He’s not going to last long like this, not long enough.
“Faster,” Jonghyun demands, “fuck me harder.”
Minho complies eagerly, snapping his hips against Jonghyun’s ass, pulling Jonghyun’s legs against his chest in his upright position for leverage to fuck into him harder, deeper. Jonghyun howls at the angle, nearly ripping the vinyl mattress and Minho smiles momentarily in triumph, pumping his cock in and out so quickly he involuntarily hurls himself too close to orgasm.
He slows his pace, nibbling on Jonghyun’s hairless legs as he guides Jonghyun’s hand to his own cock.
“You feel so good inside me, fuck, Minho.” Jonghyun jerks his cock quickly, whining into the forearm that he closes over his mouth to cease his roaring moans. Despite Minho’s dislike for that, he’s too close to care, and picks up that quick rhythm again, the one that has Jonghyun screaming.
“You’re gunna make me cum, fuck Minho I’m gunna cum,” Jonghyun rambles as he grips the base of his cock and then he’s shooting ropes all over his stomach, so strong some even slaps against his chin. Minho doesn’t falter, cracks his hips and drives his cock into Jonghyun’s tight hole over and over until he finally lets go and spills his load into the condom.
Minho awkwardly shuffles off the mattress and slides off the condom, knotting the end and dumps it onto-
“Just chuck it on the floor. People will clean it up later.”
“I- are you sure?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Listen, I’ve never really seen you much around here but here’s my number in case you want to hook up again. Or, you know, you could come searching for me again.” Jonghyun winks as he pushes a little white slice of paper into his hand and Minho looks down at it absently.
Jonghyun lights up a cigarette and sits back down onto the vinyl.
“I have a girlfriend,” Minho says.
Jonghyun exhales the smoke slowly and stares at Minho until his lips finally spread to an enticing smirk. “None of that matters here.”