Noodles For New Year's (Oneshot)
Pairing: JongKey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, Shameless Smut, Fluff, Some Humour
Disclaimer: I WISH.
Summary:“If you let me top,” Jonghyun said against his jaw now, peppering the skin with kisses and not-so-gentle bites as his hands worked to unfasten his tight pants, “I’ll cook for you tomorrow.”
Warning: Guys this is 3287 words of fluffy smut. It’s sort of on the graphic side, so fair warning there. Happy 2012 :)
(Un-revised for now!)
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Key was sitting upright on their dorm’s couch, watching the New Year’s countdown and silently wondering why he was alone at home when he could have been celebrating with his friends or even his family. He looked at the timer counting down the seconds and minutes in the corner of the screen with a frown, wondering why Jonghyun had asked - practically begged - him to wait for him that night, of all nights. There were eleven minutes left until midnight - eleven minutes and Jonghyun hadn’t even called him yet to let him know if he was done with that concert. Wasn’t it supposed to have finished already? Key really did love his voice (even if he did hear too much of it sometimes) but sometimes he wished that he wasn’t as good a singer because of all the extra events SM signed him up for. Couldn’t they have sent Onew that night? Onew who was probably emptying a bar somewhere with his old friends and Key debated whether or not to call him and ask to join because it had to be better than spending New Year’s alone. Or maybe he should call Minho - who was god-knows-where - or Taemin who was with his family. Key had met his (real) mother once and she was really lovely. And his brother wasn’t half-bad either (rather good-looking, actually). Key fished out his cell phone, set on not being completely alone when the clock would strike and the fireworks would spark. He sifted through his contacts, finger lingering over the one that read “Mom”. He should probably call her, or his grandmother - and what about his dad? He was staring intently at his phone when he heard the door unlock and open; he barely had time to look up before Jonghyun was already in front of him, kneeling on either side of his thighs and reaching up to hold his face. Key let him steal a few kisses - his lips were cold and chapped but Key could only smile at that, all so familiar. He knew them by heart.
“What took you so long?” Key asked, breaking away to look at the elder and brush his brown fringe out of his eyes.
“Stupid manager wanted to go out for drinks,” he explained, eyes jumping back and forth from Key’s brown eyes to his warm lips that felt more than good against his. “I had to convince him to go to a bar near the dorm and I got him drunk and ran all the way here,” he added, and Key noticed that he did sound a bit out of breath.
“Are you serious? Will he be okay?” Jonghyun rolled his eyes, hands dropping to Key’s neck, thumb brushing over the younger’s Adam’s apple.
“I just ran home in the freezing cold for you and that’s what you care about?”
Key smirked, hands coming up to rest atop Jonghyun’s icy ones. He brought one of them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of the knuckles while keeping his eyes on Jonghyun, watching him. Jonghyun freed his hand to tip his chin and kiss him on the lips instead.
“He’ll be fine,” he spoke out loud, loving the way Key’s eyes followed his every move, “I left him with our stylist.”
“Hmm,” Key hummed, because he didn’t really care anymore as he ran his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, his other hand guiding Jonghyun’s own to the warm skin beneath the edge of his shirt. The elder kissed him again, this time with tongue, pleasant shivers running up and down his spine as Key’s fingers rubbed the back of his neck.
“What time is it?” Jonghyun suddenly broke away to ask, remembering why he’d been rushing in the first place. Key stretched his neck to look at the television over the elder’s shoulder. “Three minutes to midnight,” he spoke despite the insistent mouth that was suddenly pressing sloppy kisses against the base of his neck. He pulled Jonghyun’s head up by his hair, fighting back a chuckle at the way Jonghyun’s mouth was still opened and his eyes were round and surprised.
“I would’ve killed you if you were late, you know,” he informed him seriously, but Jonghyun had long ago learned how to deal with such threats: he pressed his mouth to Key’s, tongue gentle but probing, silencing him at once. Jonghyun’s hand wandered to his stomach, tracing the skin below his navel and kissing him persistently until he felt the younger breathe hard against his mouth.
“You know how they say that what you do on New Year’s sets the tone for the next year?” he said, winded and looking into Key’s eyes, who nodded a bit. “Well, yeah,” Jonghyun explained with a shameless grin that had Key smiling too, despite himself.
“In that case…” Key said teasingly, hands dropping to Jonghyun’s thighs only to slide up and hold the elder’s hips, thumbs hooking into the belt loops of his jeans, tugging Jonghyun forward so that he settled higher on his lap, “you better hurry up if you want to get me into bed by midnight.”
Jonghyun almost moaned out loud then, sliding an arm around Key’s neck and deliberately attacking him with more hungry kisses.
He had just managed to make Key moan for the second time after having moved his hips with the help of Key’s hands guiding him through the motion again and again when they heard cheers and the sound of fireworks burst from their television. Jonghyun loosened his hold on Key’s neck to look at him, loving more than anything the cherry red shade of his plump lips.
“Happy New Year, Jjong,” and the way they spoke his nickname had him lunging forward to taste them again. Jonghyun kept rocking his hips - slowly, because he could - while Key’s grip tightened on him, returning the kiss feverishly. When Jonghyun least expected it, the younger boy trailed a hand over his ass to grab the inside of his thigh from the back, making Jonghyun break away at once to grunt and gasp in the breath that had left him. It was no secret that he loved it when the younger boy got rough, evidence being Key’s half-smirk as he fleetingly bit the side of the elder’s neck.
“Tease,” he managed to choke out, only to have Key hum and lick over his jaw to claim his lips again.
But before their kiss could get too heated, Jonghyun detached himself from the younger boy, leaving him empty handed and a bit dazed as he suddenly sat alone on the couch. Jonghyun was already halfway to his bedroom when it all caught up with Kibum, who was on his feet and after the shorter boy almost immediately. Jonghyun had been expecting him, considering he let himself be pushed against the wall, smiling that silly smile of his as Key kissed him again while his hand wandered down Jonghyun’s front to run his palm over the tent in his pants.
Then it became a messy, uncoordinated push-and-shove towards the bedroom - any bedroom, Jonghyun’s shirt getting lost in the process. He fell backwards onto a bed, couldn’t care whose it was, all too busy watching Key as he untied his belt. Once opened, the younger didn’t waste time popping the button of Jonghyun’s jeans and tugging down the zipper, leaving his pants undone as he leaned forward to bite the taunt skin of his stomach. Jonghyun’s hand grabbed at Key’s shirt, fisting in the fabric and pulling at it because he wanted it off. Kibum complied, helping him slip it off before leaning forward again and dragging his lips over Jonghyun’s abs in a way that had the elder panting hard, unable to tear his eyes away from Key. Kibum then slid an arm around the small of Jonghyun’s back, holding the smaller boy against him as he pushed them both higher on the bed - despite all the muscle, Jonghyun was rather light.
They were kissing again, and Jonghyun took his sweet time nipping at Key’s lips while his hands slowly made their way to the waistband of Key’s pants, who was pressing their hips together insistently in an attempt to have him hurry up.
“So,” Key spoke - or tried to - between kisses, “who’s - going - to - top?”
“If you let me top,” Jonghyun said against his jaw now, peppering the skin with kisses and not-so-gentle bites as his hands worked to unfasten his tight pants, “I’ll cook for you tomorrow.”
Key grabbed him by his already messy hair, stopping all motions to instead pull his head away and give him an ‘are-you-for-real’ look. Jonghyun, who was slightly panting already and trying to pull Key’s pants down, pursed his lips into a pout, trying to sway him.
“Noodles - I’ll cook noodles.”
Key rolled his eyes. “Oh fine,” he muttered, shoving the elder’s head back towards his neck, finally shimmying out of his skinny jeans and holding himself over Jonghyun as he took off their socks. Jonghyun, grinning victoriously, moved to suck on his collarbone with every intention of leaving a mark. He lifted his hips off the mattress to let Key shove his baggier jeans down, boxers soon following onto the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Jonghyun’s heart was pumping madly in his chest as Key climbed back onto him, thinking that he would never quite get used to this, used to the sultry looks the younger boy granted him, to the sensual slide of their skin, to the feeling of Key’s erection pressing into his stomach, to his teeth on his neck... Claiming control, he held Key’s waist and seated him low on his abdomen so that his hard shaft could run along the younger’s cleft with every roll of his hips. It had Key arching himself against Jonghyun, lips hovering above the elder’s until one of Jonghyun’s hands left his waist to slide up his back and pull him down by his neck. Their feverish kiss slowly became soft, almost chaste as Jonghyun tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of Key’s head, Kibum’s presence firm yet unmoving against him. Jonghyun wouldn’t have traded this for the world.
Before long, Key lifted himself on his elbows and Jonghyun craned his neck to try and follow him but was unable to, instead settling for the little pecks the younger placed on his lips as he ducked his head over and over again. Kibum granted him a slightly longer kiss, chuckling quietly because Jonghyun was pressing back enthusiastically, before clambering off of him and opening the drawer of the bedside table to grab the lube. Only then did Jonghyun notice - with a private smile - that they were on Key’s bed.
Kibum handed the small bottle to Jonghyun, who had turned onto his side. He uncapped it and coated his fingers in the clear substance, running his slick hand over himself once before almost choking on air when he noticed Key lying down on his stomach, head turned towards him on the pillow as he slowly drew up one of his knees on the mattress beside him, knowing full well what he was doing - or alluding to. The cocky smirk he had once worn was back, but there was also an unmistakable genuineness to the tilt of his smile, teasing as it may be.
Jonghyun got to his knees, lube and all matters of preparation forgotten in favour of kneeling between the younger boy’s legs and of pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade affectionately. He let his hands slide down Key’s sides, stopping at his hips to splay his fingers over them, pressing the tips of his fingers into soft skin with just enough pressure to have Key rolling them into the mattress, anticipating already. Steadying himself - yet with his heartbeat speeding up faster and faster and faster - Jonghyun leaned over him until he could feel the warmth of Key’s skin against his chest, warmth and something deeper than lust pouring into him, filling him all at once. Slowly, because they had time, he lifted the boy’s hips off the bed to have him kneeling in front of him. He could see Key looking at him over his shoulder, right hand fisting in the pillow as he bit his lip when Jonghyun grinded against him just once before moving away again. Jonghyun nudged his knees further apart and Key was back to pressing his face into his pillow, complying easily.
The want, the need, the lust - it was all there, but Jonghyun didn’t feel like indulging in it, not when they were like this, not when it could be slow and tender and meaningful. He let his hard member run over the other’s fleshy backside, loving the way his back curled when he did so, posture practically begging to be taken.
“Jjong,” he whined when the elder wasn’t making a move, too busy watching Key’s body arch, feeling like he was falling in love all over again with the gorgeous boy beneath him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he acknowledged Key’s plea and slid himself into the younger, hands still clasping his hips. Jonghyun could almost feel the shiver that coursed through Key, making the younger’s shoulders shake slightly as his jaw went slack, knuckles whitening against the pillow.
“I missed you,” Jonghyun breathed quietly, feeling like he was entitled to be a little sentimental at a time like this, especially when they hadn’t had the chance to really spend time with each other in a while, always so busy.
Key’s answer was to push back onto Jonghyun, setting a slow pace that had them both silent for while, apart from the sound of their heavy breathing which made everything seem so intimate that Jonghyun didn’t feel the need to speed up despite the undeniable pleasure overtaking them. He slid his hands up the curve of the younger’s waist, earning himself another shiver and a low hum from Key, before sliding them back down, one hand trailing over Key’s stomach onto his thigh while the other tightened on his bum for a second before fisting against the mattress for support. Jonghyun bent over him to smooth his lips against the younger’s back, slow pace never failing them as Key rocked back with every careful slide in.
Although he didn’t want it to end, Jonghyun could feel pressure building up inside of him, making his breath come in harsher pants. He thrust a bit harder into Key, lowering himself over him even more and moved his free hand to the boy’s abdomen, palm going flat below his navel and forcing Key to straighten his back with a whimper. Jonghyun went still then, letting Key’s low breathy sigh wash over him and fade before surprising him by thrusting harder, again. It had Key bowing his body once more, a wanton, shameless moan escaping his lips. The elder’s resolve to keep things slow wavered after that, knowing full well what Key wanted as he kept groaning with every roll of his hips, asking the elder through slurred syllables for it to never stop.
“Don’t st- Jjong-”
The elder grunted, hips quickening more and more, and kissed Key’s shoulder. Key turned his head sideways, trying his best to look over his shoulder and find Jonghyun’s lips with his own even though every one of the elder’s thrusts was pushing him into his pillow.
Shifting a bit, Jonghyun managed to kiss him, Kibum’s tongue brushing sloppily against his own in a mess of saliva and heat and bliss. The skin of Jonghyun’s chest was slick against Key’s back, sweat beginning to pool between them, both ever more restless now that they could feel their release approaching. Muscles beginning to ache from the stretch, Jonghyun released Key’s mouth and braced himself, hands on either side of Key’s waist as he guided him through a series of rough, unforgiving thrusts which had Key screaming by the end, body strengthless, only able to grip and bite into his pillow while still glancing over his shoulder to watch the elder. Key was shaking as he came over the bed sheets, thighs quaking against Jonghyun’s, who didn’t stop, not even when the younger’s knees gave in, having him lie flat on the bed. Jonghyun grabbed the back of his knee then, hiking it upwards on the mattress beside them, bending his leg over so that he could keep going while Key lay there, utterly spent. Jonghyun’s orgasm hit him suddenly, taking him by surprise and making him collapse onto Key, breathing hard onto the back of his neck as he let it last, still holding onto his leg.
A few - many deep breaths later, Jonghyun found the strength to pull out, shivering at the feeling of cold sweat dripping down his body.
“I love you,” he mumbled into the other’s equally sweaty hair.
Jonghyun was beginning to wonder if Key had understood him when the younger boy didn’t reply after a few long seconds, but then Key chuckled quietly into his pillow, wriggling out from under Jonghyun and untangling himself from the elder’s grasp. He turned to his side to face him and Jonghyun threw an arm over his waist, smiling when their eyes met.
“Happy New Year,” Key said, face flushed and sweaty, smile relaxed although his chest was still heaving rather rapidly.
Jonghyun reached forward to kiss him, simply pressing his mouth briefly to Key’s who moved closer to him and slung his own arm over Jonghyun’s side.
“Any New Year’s resolution?” Key asked, voice low and rough, brushing Jonghyun’s hair off of his moist forehead.
Jonghyun remained silent, thinking about it seriously and enjoying the way Kibum’s fingers played with his hair.
“I want to start training my vocals again,” Jonghyun said after a while, leaning into the touch. “I’m not satisfied with my performance lately.”
“Perfectionist,” Key accused, but with a fond smile because they all were. Jonghyun pretended to bite his nose, playful.
“What about you?” he asked.
“I think I’ll try to work out more,” and to that Jonghyun rolled away from his boyfriend, stuffing his face into a pillow and groaning dramatically.
“What?” Key asked, hand running down the other’s tan back. Jonghyun turned sideways, face still half-hidden in the pillow as he peeked at the younger.
“I think it would make me permanently horny if I knew you were hiding abs underneath your shirt,” he lamented, making Key chuckle.
The younger pushed at Jonghyun’s hip to have him lie on his back and leaned in above him. He took the elder’s hand in his and placed it on Jonghyun’s stomach, running both their fingers over the muscles.
“It would feel nice, wouldn’t it?” he pondered out loud, before bringing Jonghyun’s hand to his own fleshier stomach in turn, mind wandering, wondering.
Jonghyun growled jokingly, flipping them over and capturing Key’s lips in another soft kiss to stifle the younger’s laughter. Jonghyun loved this - loved seeing Key smiling and laughing genuinely, loved feeling him against him after such an intimate moment, loved the taste of his tongue… but all too soon (according to Jonghyun), Key pulled away.
“I love you too,” he said softly, and Jonghyun was about to kiss him again when they heard the front door of their dorm unlock and open.
“Shit,” Jonghyun muttered under his breath, suddenly all too aware of the widely opened door to the shared bedroom.
Key rolled out from beneath him at once, bolting for the door and slamming it shut, locking it from the inside all in one swift motion. Jonghyun welcomed him back to bed with open arms.
Onew and Taemin could sleep on the couch, for all they cared.
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A/N: Happy New Year!!!! I wish everyone a stunning 2012, which is off to a promising start because these fancams already made me drool. I mean, UNF.
Thank you for reading! Smut is sort of hard to write OTL
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, Shameless Smut, Fluff, Some Humour
Disclaimer: I WISH.
Summary:“If you let me top,” Jonghyun said against his jaw now, peppering the skin with kisses and not-so-gentle bites as his hands worked to unfasten his tight pants, “I’ll cook for you tomorrow.”
Warning: Guys this is 3287 words of fluffy smut. It’s sort of on the graphic side, so fair warning there. Happy 2012 :)
(Un-revised for now!)
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Key was sitting upright on their dorm’s couch, watching the New Year’s countdown and silently wondering why he was alone at home when he could have been celebrating with his friends or even his family. He looked at the timer counting down the seconds and minutes in the corner of the screen with a frown, wondering why Jonghyun had asked - practically begged - him to wait for him that night, of all nights. There were eleven minutes left until midnight - eleven minutes and Jonghyun hadn’t even called him yet to let him know if he was done with that concert. Wasn’t it supposed to have finished already? Key really did love his voice (even if he did hear too much of it sometimes) but sometimes he wished that he wasn’t as good a singer because of all the extra events SM signed him up for. Couldn’t they have sent Onew that night? Onew who was probably emptying a bar somewhere with his old friends and Key debated whether or not to call him and ask to join because it had to be better than spending New Year’s alone. Or maybe he should call Minho - who was god-knows-where - or Taemin who was with his family. Key had met his (real) mother once and she was really lovely. And his brother wasn’t half-bad either (rather good-looking, actually). Key fished out his cell phone, set on not being completely alone when the clock would strike and the fireworks would spark. He sifted through his contacts, finger lingering over the one that read “Mom”. He should probably call her, or his grandmother - and what about his dad? He was staring intently at his phone when he heard the door unlock and open; he barely had time to look up before Jonghyun was already in front of him, kneeling on either side of his thighs and reaching up to hold his face. Key let him steal a few kisses - his lips were cold and chapped but Key could only smile at that, all so familiar. He knew them by heart.
“What took you so long?” Key asked, breaking away to look at the elder and brush his brown fringe out of his eyes.
“Stupid manager wanted to go out for drinks,” he explained, eyes jumping back and forth from Key’s brown eyes to his warm lips that felt more than good against his. “I had to convince him to go to a bar near the dorm and I got him drunk and ran all the way here,” he added, and Key noticed that he did sound a bit out of breath.
“Are you serious? Will he be okay?” Jonghyun rolled his eyes, hands dropping to Key’s neck, thumb brushing over the younger’s Adam’s apple.
“I just ran home in the freezing cold for you and that’s what you care about?”
Key smirked, hands coming up to rest atop Jonghyun’s icy ones. He brought one of them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of the knuckles while keeping his eyes on Jonghyun, watching him. Jonghyun freed his hand to tip his chin and kiss him on the lips instead.
“He’ll be fine,” he spoke out loud, loving the way Key’s eyes followed his every move, “I left him with our stylist.”
“Hmm,” Key hummed, because he didn’t really care anymore as he ran his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, his other hand guiding Jonghyun’s own to the warm skin beneath the edge of his shirt. The elder kissed him again, this time with tongue, pleasant shivers running up and down his spine as Key’s fingers rubbed the back of his neck.
“What time is it?” Jonghyun suddenly broke away to ask, remembering why he’d been rushing in the first place. Key stretched his neck to look at the television over the elder’s shoulder. “Three minutes to midnight,” he spoke despite the insistent mouth that was suddenly pressing sloppy kisses against the base of his neck. He pulled Jonghyun’s head up by his hair, fighting back a chuckle at the way Jonghyun’s mouth was still opened and his eyes were round and surprised.
“I would’ve killed you if you were late, you know,” he informed him seriously, but Jonghyun had long ago learned how to deal with such threats: he pressed his mouth to Key’s, tongue gentle but probing, silencing him at once. Jonghyun’s hand wandered to his stomach, tracing the skin below his navel and kissing him persistently until he felt the younger breathe hard against his mouth.
“You know how they say that what you do on New Year’s sets the tone for the next year?” he said, winded and looking into Key’s eyes, who nodded a bit. “Well, yeah,” Jonghyun explained with a shameless grin that had Key smiling too, despite himself.
“In that case…” Key said teasingly, hands dropping to Jonghyun’s thighs only to slide up and hold the elder’s hips, thumbs hooking into the belt loops of his jeans, tugging Jonghyun forward so that he settled higher on his lap, “you better hurry up if you want to get me into bed by midnight.”
Jonghyun almost moaned out loud then, sliding an arm around Key’s neck and deliberately attacking him with more hungry kisses.
He had just managed to make Key moan for the second time after having moved his hips with the help of Key’s hands guiding him through the motion again and again when they heard cheers and the sound of fireworks burst from their television. Jonghyun loosened his hold on Key’s neck to look at him, loving more than anything the cherry red shade of his plump lips.
“Happy New Year, Jjong,” and the way they spoke his nickname had him lunging forward to taste them again. Jonghyun kept rocking his hips - slowly, because he could - while Key’s grip tightened on him, returning the kiss feverishly. When Jonghyun least expected it, the younger boy trailed a hand over his ass to grab the inside of his thigh from the back, making Jonghyun break away at once to grunt and gasp in the breath that had left him. It was no secret that he loved it when the younger boy got rough, evidence being Key’s half-smirk as he fleetingly bit the side of the elder’s neck.
“Tease,” he managed to choke out, only to have Key hum and lick over his jaw to claim his lips again.
But before their kiss could get too heated, Jonghyun detached himself from the younger boy, leaving him empty handed and a bit dazed as he suddenly sat alone on the couch. Jonghyun was already halfway to his bedroom when it all caught up with Kibum, who was on his feet and after the shorter boy almost immediately. Jonghyun had been expecting him, considering he let himself be pushed against the wall, smiling that silly smile of his as Key kissed him again while his hand wandered down Jonghyun’s front to run his palm over the tent in his pants.
Then it became a messy, uncoordinated push-and-shove towards the bedroom - any bedroom, Jonghyun’s shirt getting lost in the process. He fell backwards onto a bed, couldn’t care whose it was, all too busy watching Key as he untied his belt. Once opened, the younger didn’t waste time popping the button of Jonghyun’s jeans and tugging down the zipper, leaving his pants undone as he leaned forward to bite the taunt skin of his stomach. Jonghyun’s hand grabbed at Key’s shirt, fisting in the fabric and pulling at it because he wanted it off. Kibum complied, helping him slip it off before leaning forward again and dragging his lips over Jonghyun’s abs in a way that had the elder panting hard, unable to tear his eyes away from Key. Kibum then slid an arm around the small of Jonghyun’s back, holding the smaller boy against him as he pushed them both higher on the bed - despite all the muscle, Jonghyun was rather light.
They were kissing again, and Jonghyun took his sweet time nipping at Key’s lips while his hands slowly made their way to the waistband of Key’s pants, who was pressing their hips together insistently in an attempt to have him hurry up.
“So,” Key spoke - or tried to - between kisses, “who’s - going - to - top?”
“If you let me top,” Jonghyun said against his jaw now, peppering the skin with kisses and not-so-gentle bites as his hands worked to unfasten his tight pants, “I’ll cook for you tomorrow.”
Key grabbed him by his already messy hair, stopping all motions to instead pull his head away and give him an ‘are-you-for-real’ look. Jonghyun, who was slightly panting already and trying to pull Key’s pants down, pursed his lips into a pout, trying to sway him.
“Noodles - I’ll cook noodles.”
Key rolled his eyes. “Oh fine,” he muttered, shoving the elder’s head back towards his neck, finally shimmying out of his skinny jeans and holding himself over Jonghyun as he took off their socks. Jonghyun, grinning victoriously, moved to suck on his collarbone with every intention of leaving a mark. He lifted his hips off the mattress to let Key shove his baggier jeans down, boxers soon following onto the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Jonghyun’s heart was pumping madly in his chest as Key climbed back onto him, thinking that he would never quite get used to this, used to the sultry looks the younger boy granted him, to the sensual slide of their skin, to the feeling of Key’s erection pressing into his stomach, to his teeth on his neck... Claiming control, he held Key’s waist and seated him low on his abdomen so that his hard shaft could run along the younger’s cleft with every roll of his hips. It had Key arching himself against Jonghyun, lips hovering above the elder’s until one of Jonghyun’s hands left his waist to slide up his back and pull him down by his neck. Their feverish kiss slowly became soft, almost chaste as Jonghyun tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of Key’s head, Kibum’s presence firm yet unmoving against him. Jonghyun wouldn’t have traded this for the world.
Before long, Key lifted himself on his elbows and Jonghyun craned his neck to try and follow him but was unable to, instead settling for the little pecks the younger placed on his lips as he ducked his head over and over again. Kibum granted him a slightly longer kiss, chuckling quietly because Jonghyun was pressing back enthusiastically, before clambering off of him and opening the drawer of the bedside table to grab the lube. Only then did Jonghyun notice - with a private smile - that they were on Key’s bed.
Kibum handed the small bottle to Jonghyun, who had turned onto his side. He uncapped it and coated his fingers in the clear substance, running his slick hand over himself once before almost choking on air when he noticed Key lying down on his stomach, head turned towards him on the pillow as he slowly drew up one of his knees on the mattress beside him, knowing full well what he was doing - or alluding to. The cocky smirk he had once worn was back, but there was also an unmistakable genuineness to the tilt of his smile, teasing as it may be.
Jonghyun got to his knees, lube and all matters of preparation forgotten in favour of kneeling between the younger boy’s legs and of pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade affectionately. He let his hands slide down Key’s sides, stopping at his hips to splay his fingers over them, pressing the tips of his fingers into soft skin with just enough pressure to have Key rolling them into the mattress, anticipating already. Steadying himself - yet with his heartbeat speeding up faster and faster and faster - Jonghyun leaned over him until he could feel the warmth of Key’s skin against his chest, warmth and something deeper than lust pouring into him, filling him all at once. Slowly, because they had time, he lifted the boy’s hips off the bed to have him kneeling in front of him. He could see Key looking at him over his shoulder, right hand fisting in the pillow as he bit his lip when Jonghyun grinded against him just once before moving away again. Jonghyun nudged his knees further apart and Key was back to pressing his face into his pillow, complying easily.
The want, the need, the lust - it was all there, but Jonghyun didn’t feel like indulging in it, not when they were like this, not when it could be slow and tender and meaningful. He let his hard member run over the other’s fleshy backside, loving the way his back curled when he did so, posture practically begging to be taken.
“Jjong,” he whined when the elder wasn’t making a move, too busy watching Key’s body arch, feeling like he was falling in love all over again with the gorgeous boy beneath him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he acknowledged Key’s plea and slid himself into the younger, hands still clasping his hips. Jonghyun could almost feel the shiver that coursed through Key, making the younger’s shoulders shake slightly as his jaw went slack, knuckles whitening against the pillow.
“I missed you,” Jonghyun breathed quietly, feeling like he was entitled to be a little sentimental at a time like this, especially when they hadn’t had the chance to really spend time with each other in a while, always so busy.
Key’s answer was to push back onto Jonghyun, setting a slow pace that had them both silent for while, apart from the sound of their heavy breathing which made everything seem so intimate that Jonghyun didn’t feel the need to speed up despite the undeniable pleasure overtaking them. He slid his hands up the curve of the younger’s waist, earning himself another shiver and a low hum from Key, before sliding them back down, one hand trailing over Key’s stomach onto his thigh while the other tightened on his bum for a second before fisting against the mattress for support. Jonghyun bent over him to smooth his lips against the younger’s back, slow pace never failing them as Key rocked back with every careful slide in.
Although he didn’t want it to end, Jonghyun could feel pressure building up inside of him, making his breath come in harsher pants. He thrust a bit harder into Key, lowering himself over him even more and moved his free hand to the boy’s abdomen, palm going flat below his navel and forcing Key to straighten his back with a whimper. Jonghyun went still then, letting Key’s low breathy sigh wash over him and fade before surprising him by thrusting harder, again. It had Key bowing his body once more, a wanton, shameless moan escaping his lips. The elder’s resolve to keep things slow wavered after that, knowing full well what Key wanted as he kept groaning with every roll of his hips, asking the elder through slurred syllables for it to never stop.
“Don’t st- Jjong-”
The elder grunted, hips quickening more and more, and kissed Key’s shoulder. Key turned his head sideways, trying his best to look over his shoulder and find Jonghyun’s lips with his own even though every one of the elder’s thrusts was pushing him into his pillow.
Shifting a bit, Jonghyun managed to kiss him, Kibum’s tongue brushing sloppily against his own in a mess of saliva and heat and bliss. The skin of Jonghyun’s chest was slick against Key’s back, sweat beginning to pool between them, both ever more restless now that they could feel their release approaching. Muscles beginning to ache from the stretch, Jonghyun released Key’s mouth and braced himself, hands on either side of Key’s waist as he guided him through a series of rough, unforgiving thrusts which had Key screaming by the end, body strengthless, only able to grip and bite into his pillow while still glancing over his shoulder to watch the elder. Key was shaking as he came over the bed sheets, thighs quaking against Jonghyun’s, who didn’t stop, not even when the younger’s knees gave in, having him lie flat on the bed. Jonghyun grabbed the back of his knee then, hiking it upwards on the mattress beside them, bending his leg over so that he could keep going while Key lay there, utterly spent. Jonghyun’s orgasm hit him suddenly, taking him by surprise and making him collapse onto Key, breathing hard onto the back of his neck as he let it last, still holding onto his leg.
A few - many deep breaths later, Jonghyun found the strength to pull out, shivering at the feeling of cold sweat dripping down his body.
“I love you,” he mumbled into the other’s equally sweaty hair.
Jonghyun was beginning to wonder if Key had understood him when the younger boy didn’t reply after a few long seconds, but then Key chuckled quietly into his pillow, wriggling out from under Jonghyun and untangling himself from the elder’s grasp. He turned to his side to face him and Jonghyun threw an arm over his waist, smiling when their eyes met.
“Happy New Year,” Key said, face flushed and sweaty, smile relaxed although his chest was still heaving rather rapidly.
Jonghyun reached forward to kiss him, simply pressing his mouth briefly to Key’s who moved closer to him and slung his own arm over Jonghyun’s side.
“Any New Year’s resolution?” Key asked, voice low and rough, brushing Jonghyun’s hair off of his moist forehead.
Jonghyun remained silent, thinking about it seriously and enjoying the way Kibum’s fingers played with his hair.
“I want to start training my vocals again,” Jonghyun said after a while, leaning into the touch. “I’m not satisfied with my performance lately.”
“Perfectionist,” Key accused, but with a fond smile because they all were. Jonghyun pretended to bite his nose, playful.
“What about you?” he asked.
“I think I’ll try to work out more,” and to that Jonghyun rolled away from his boyfriend, stuffing his face into a pillow and groaning dramatically.
“What?” Key asked, hand running down the other’s tan back. Jonghyun turned sideways, face still half-hidden in the pillow as he peeked at the younger.
“I think it would make me permanently horny if I knew you were hiding abs underneath your shirt,” he lamented, making Key chuckle.
The younger pushed at Jonghyun’s hip to have him lie on his back and leaned in above him. He took the elder’s hand in his and placed it on Jonghyun’s stomach, running both their fingers over the muscles.
“It would feel nice, wouldn’t it?” he pondered out loud, before bringing Jonghyun’s hand to his own fleshier stomach in turn, mind wandering, wondering.
Jonghyun growled jokingly, flipping them over and capturing Key’s lips in another soft kiss to stifle the younger’s laughter. Jonghyun loved this - loved seeing Key smiling and laughing genuinely, loved feeling him against him after such an intimate moment, loved the taste of his tongue… but all too soon (according to Jonghyun), Key pulled away.
“I love you too,” he said softly, and Jonghyun was about to kiss him again when they heard the front door of their dorm unlock and open.
“Shit,” Jonghyun muttered under his breath, suddenly all too aware of the widely opened door to the shared bedroom.
Key rolled out from beneath him at once, bolting for the door and slamming it shut, locking it from the inside all in one swift motion. Jonghyun welcomed him back to bed with open arms.
Onew and Taemin could sleep on the couch, for all they cared.
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A/N: Happy New Year!!!! I wish everyone a stunning 2012, which is off to a promising start because these fancams already made me drool. I mean, UNF.
Thank you for reading! Smut is sort of hard to write OTL