'til i walk in ; onkey & onjongkey
'til i walk in ; onkey & onjongkey
a/n: stop inspiring me. NO JUST KIDDING DON'T I LOVE YOU OKAY ;_;. ♥ for @UNFjinkibear. because of her tweets. asdsdkfkdfkd /runs off/ sorry I took forever on this, hopefully it's not too bad~
Though his actual birthday party had ended forever and hours ago, Kibum still felt the aftershocks of adrenaline and the atmosphere coarse through his veins; and he finds himself collapsing into a chair with his body shaking slightly. It's a high he craves and can only find once a year, so it's best to savour it while he can; he muses.
Hands skim gently up his sides, rubbing his hipbones gently, while a heated mouth plants itself on the back of his neck, trailing soft kisses up to his lobe. "Happy birthday, Kibum." He recognizes that deep purr anywhere; it belongs to their leader Jinki. Kibum carefully wiggles around and realizes he's sitting on Jinki, and so turns around to face him with a smirk. Jinki's eyes are partially lidded (but with fatigue or alcohol, Kibum really can't tell) but he still has a sunny smile for him like always.
"Thank you," Kibum whispers out, but is taken aback when he finds Jinki's lips pressed against his, nibbling softly. Kibum's response is to rock his hips back against him, spreading those thighs even wider. Jinki draws in a hiss of air and bites his lower lip; it's obvious he's trying to contain the urge to rub against him. But Kibum's having none of this, meshing their bodies even closer together and leaning to whisper in his ear - "There's a room in the back."
Jinki lets a soft moan escape at the feeling of Kibum's teeth tugging on his lobe but nods in understanding, watching the younger male scramble off his lap and run off to mingle with someone leftover from the '91 Line.
It'd only been less than an hour before the younger's showing up and dragging the leader somewhere, mumbling something about how despite it being his birthday, he had a surprise for him; Jinki isn't really sure. He's dragged into a room and not-too-gently pushed on a chair with a possibly-drunk Kibum scrabbling onto his lap.
"Jinki," he coos out, and the leader looks up at him.
And suddenly the older male can't think as Kibum's hand is suddenly trailing teasingly up his shirt while rotating his hips lightly over his lap, bringing his lips close to his ear for the second time that night - "No touching."
Jinki nods lightly, fighting back the urge to buck up and gulp, all in one swift motion.
Kibum smirks and reaches for the hem of his shirt, sliding it upwards just enough to expose the small trail of hair, tugging it up inch by agonizing inch. The belt on his impossibly-tight pants was long gone, having been thrown somewhere in the corner of the room. Jinki looks up at Kibum, lip already bruised from biting it so hard; Kibum's hardly shirtless but those thighs of his have been driving him up the wall lately. He's so absorbed in this that he hardly notices hands are skimming up the brunette's thighs; that is until Kibum's smacking them away with a glare.
"You don't listen very well, do you?"
"Course not," Jinki smirks out, bucking hips up into Kibum's and rolling them along, watching the younger's cocky expression fade, body trembling as he bit his lip to contain moans. "Where's the fun in that?"
Kibum's clucking his tongue in disapproval as he steps back from Jinki, ignoring the small whine of loss the older man made, though immediately biting his lips again as Kibum started wiggling his hips to invisible beats, sliding those horrible (that somehow he made work) pants off his hipbones and smirking at the hitch of breath he heard the elder admit.
"Know what would be even hotter?" he's breathing out, twisting around so he's pressed up as close as he can against Jinki, arching up to rest his head in the crook of his neck, continuing to roll his hips and biting back a groan when he feels Jinki's definitely-not-subtle erection grind against his barely-clothed ass.
"Role reversal?"
"No, you fucking me wearing only that jacket you do in your musical," Kibum gasps at a particular hard rock, shudders of pleasure escaping his body.
A feral growl escapes from Jinki and he's grabbing Kibum, shoving him on his lap and continuing to grind, the sensation of clothes-on-clothes driving him mad. Kibum whimpers, one hand going onto the arm of the chair, letting a rather breathy gasp escape as he feels the leader's hand slide into his boxers, running nails very gently up his quite hard dick. "I-imagine, you fucking me like I-I'm nothing...feeling the head from your body, from your cock, then the cool metal on both of our...nngh...skins..."
He's at a loss for words when he feels fingers probing at his entrance already slick with lube, and Kibum just grins and spreads his thighs even wider, accepting them. Within a few moments he's rocking back into them, letting soft whimpers of please escape him.
The sound of a zipper being undone echoes in the room, and Jinki gives him a final look. Sure, they'd messed around with the occasional blowjob backstage and handjob under the table during interviews, but never this far. "Tell me you want this."
And Kibum looks at Jinki, looks into his eyes, and nods without hesitation. "I want it." The answer seems to satisfy Jinki and he's pulling Kibum even closer to him, handing him a tube of lubricant. "Prep me."
Jinki bites back a moan at feeling Kibum's slippery fingers work over his dick, taking his sweet time unlike the times before stages when they literally had only five minutes to go on. It's both agonizing and perfection, he finds.
Kibum lowers himself onto Jinki's length inch by agonizing inch, biting his lip the whole while. In a few moments he's tangled gracefully together with Jinki and he lets out a shuddering breath; rolling his hips at the same time Jinki moved his upwards.
"F-fuck, do that again," he whimpers, pressing a sweaty forehead against Jinki's. "N-need that."
And Jinki obeys, placing a hand on Kibum's hipbone, guiding his body up and down into a familiar rhythm, changing the angle at the last moment to slam right against that spot inside him that has Kibum howling and digging nails into Jinki's arms, meeting each thrust with a roll of his own hips.
"You're so fucking tight," comes the sharp hiss of Jinki as he continues to thrust into Kibum's quaking body, listening to the mewls and whimpers the younger male was letting out.
Kibum's taken aback when he feels a second set of hands slide something over his eyes and a light squeeze around the base of his cock, preventing him from that elusive release. He's gasping; Jinki's mouth instantly covering his, taking his lower lip and teasing it between his teeth.
"Turn around so your back is to my chest," the leader's breathing out, ignoring the protesting squirms Kibum is giving, before thrusting particularly hard into him and making the younger choke back a whimper.
And Kibum does; Jinki noting that he somehow has managed to keep his dick inside him (learn something new everyday, he mused, raising an eyebrow), spreading thighs even wider as he feels a hand slide between his thighs.
Said hand trails up his neglected, dripping length, stopping at one of his nipples and immediately latching a hot mouth onto it; and Kibum knows that tongue anywhere.
"Jonghyun," he breathes out, bucking lightly into the touches provided by both males. Jinki is doing something with those plush lips of his against an ear piercing and making all sorts of delicious electricity skip up and down his body.
"Shouldn't you be the one sucking me off?" he smirks, trailing a finger against Kibum's lips, collecting the drops of sweat above his upper one and studying him with a lustful smirk.
"It's my birthday," comes the breathy deep moan as he feels Jinki cup his balls and mumble something heated in his ear, causing the younger male to flush darkly at the comment. "G-get...nngh...fuck, Jinki..."
"Get what, Kibum?"
"Get down to the height level you belong at and suck me off. Let me fuck your face or something, I really don't care."
Jonghyun snorts, but gets on his knees anyways, settling between Kibum's thighs and running the pads of his lightly callused fingers up one of them. "Maybe I don't want to?"
With a snarl, Kibum grabs a fistful of Jonghyun's hair, immediately thrusting forward into Jonghyun's mouth and hissing as teeth scrape against his length (but body quivering in a way that he might've had a masochist streak him him). He hardly gives the boy time to adjust, controlling the shorter boy's movements with a hand and rolling hips back into Jinki.
"F-fuck, I can't," he's panting out, gasping and near screaming when the older boy's throat does this swallowing thing. He's knocked away from orgasm once again by Jinki digging nails into his thighs, hissing out
"Don't come yet."
"Jinki, please," comes the plead, but Jonghyun's quick to make a 'o' with his fingers and squeeze the base, creating a temporary cock ring. Kibum nearly screams in frustration.
And suddenly he feels the blindfold slipping off, eyes immediately snapping open and catching sight of a mirror. He sees Jonghyun's lips wrapped obscenely around his cock, sees that both him and the older male are dripping precum, feels the sheer heat radiating from all of them -
A shudder that turns into a scream rips through his entire body, and it feels like electricity just slammed into him at full force as Jonghyun finally -finally- lets him orgasm. Kibum holds his head as he watches Jonghyun frantically work his throat to swallow it all; he pulls back about halfway through to watch some splash on his face.
Kibum watches through half-lidded eyes and takes one of his thumbs, running it over his lips and painting them; some sort of crude lipstick.
Behind him Jinki lets out a shudder and releases inside Kibum, who immediately lets out a whimper at the sensation of being filled. "Jesus...fuck."
Jinki just grins, pressing a kiss to the back of Kibum's earlobe, right on his mole. "Good birthday?"
Kibum nods, sliding out of Jinki and wincing at the sharp pain up and down his backside, pausing a few moments when he feels the other's release trickling down his thighs before shooting them both a glare. "I hate you both."
"No you don't," Jonghyun replies casually, biting back a too-loud moan as Jinki's fingers work him over, spilling into the leader's palm with a shudder. Before he can even blink, Kibum's already licking his hand clean, tongue greedily lapping everything up. He kisses Jonghyun a moment later, letting the older male taste their essences mixing together; then kisses Jinki.
The leader however just grins, murmuring "Wait until next year.", smirking even wider at the shudder of anticipation Kibum's body gives off.
a/n: stop inspiring me. NO JUST KIDDING DON'T I LOVE YOU OKAY ;_;. ♥ for @UNFjinkibear. because of her tweets. asdsdkfkdfkd /runs off/ sorry I took forever on this, hopefully it's not too bad~
Though his actual birthday party had ended forever and hours ago, Kibum still felt the aftershocks of adrenaline and the atmosphere coarse through his veins; and he finds himself collapsing into a chair with his body shaking slightly. It's a high he craves and can only find once a year, so it's best to savour it while he can; he muses.
Hands skim gently up his sides, rubbing his hipbones gently, while a heated mouth plants itself on the back of his neck, trailing soft kisses up to his lobe. "Happy birthday, Kibum." He recognizes that deep purr anywhere; it belongs to their leader Jinki. Kibum carefully wiggles around and realizes he's sitting on Jinki, and so turns around to face him with a smirk. Jinki's eyes are partially lidded (but with fatigue or alcohol, Kibum really can't tell) but he still has a sunny smile for him like always.
"Thank you," Kibum whispers out, but is taken aback when he finds Jinki's lips pressed against his, nibbling softly. Kibum's response is to rock his hips back against him, spreading those thighs even wider. Jinki draws in a hiss of air and bites his lower lip; it's obvious he's trying to contain the urge to rub against him. But Kibum's having none of this, meshing their bodies even closer together and leaning to whisper in his ear - "There's a room in the back."
Jinki lets a soft moan escape at the feeling of Kibum's teeth tugging on his lobe but nods in understanding, watching the younger male scramble off his lap and run off to mingle with someone leftover from the '91 Line.
It'd only been less than an hour before the younger's showing up and dragging the leader somewhere, mumbling something about how despite it being his birthday, he had a surprise for him; Jinki isn't really sure. He's dragged into a room and not-too-gently pushed on a chair with a possibly-drunk Kibum scrabbling onto his lap.
"Jinki," he coos out, and the leader looks up at him.
And suddenly the older male can't think as Kibum's hand is suddenly trailing teasingly up his shirt while rotating his hips lightly over his lap, bringing his lips close to his ear for the second time that night - "No touching."
Jinki nods lightly, fighting back the urge to buck up and gulp, all in one swift motion.
Kibum smirks and reaches for the hem of his shirt, sliding it upwards just enough to expose the small trail of hair, tugging it up inch by agonizing inch. The belt on his impossibly-tight pants was long gone, having been thrown somewhere in the corner of the room. Jinki looks up at Kibum, lip already bruised from biting it so hard; Kibum's hardly shirtless but those thighs of his have been driving him up the wall lately. He's so absorbed in this that he hardly notices hands are skimming up the brunette's thighs; that is until Kibum's smacking them away with a glare.
"You don't listen very well, do you?"
"Course not," Jinki smirks out, bucking hips up into Kibum's and rolling them along, watching the younger's cocky expression fade, body trembling as he bit his lip to contain moans. "Where's the fun in that?"
Kibum's clucking his tongue in disapproval as he steps back from Jinki, ignoring the small whine of loss the older man made, though immediately biting his lips again as Kibum started wiggling his hips to invisible beats, sliding those horrible (that somehow he made work) pants off his hipbones and smirking at the hitch of breath he heard the elder admit.
"Know what would be even hotter?" he's breathing out, twisting around so he's pressed up as close as he can against Jinki, arching up to rest his head in the crook of his neck, continuing to roll his hips and biting back a groan when he feels Jinki's definitely-not-subtle erection grind against his barely-clothed ass.
"Role reversal?"
"No, you fucking me wearing only that jacket you do in your musical," Kibum gasps at a particular hard rock, shudders of pleasure escaping his body.
A feral growl escapes from Jinki and he's grabbing Kibum, shoving him on his lap and continuing to grind, the sensation of clothes-on-clothes driving him mad. Kibum whimpers, one hand going onto the arm of the chair, letting a rather breathy gasp escape as he feels the leader's hand slide into his boxers, running nails very gently up his quite hard dick. "I-imagine, you fucking me like I-I'm nothing...feeling the head from your body, from your cock, then the cool metal on both of our...nngh...skins..."
He's at a loss for words when he feels fingers probing at his entrance already slick with lube, and Kibum just grins and spreads his thighs even wider, accepting them. Within a few moments he's rocking back into them, letting soft whimpers of please escape him.
The sound of a zipper being undone echoes in the room, and Jinki gives him a final look. Sure, they'd messed around with the occasional blowjob backstage and handjob under the table during interviews, but never this far. "Tell me you want this."
And Kibum looks at Jinki, looks into his eyes, and nods without hesitation. "I want it." The answer seems to satisfy Jinki and he's pulling Kibum even closer to him, handing him a tube of lubricant. "Prep me."
Jinki bites back a moan at feeling Kibum's slippery fingers work over his dick, taking his sweet time unlike the times before stages when they literally had only five minutes to go on. It's both agonizing and perfection, he finds.
Kibum lowers himself onto Jinki's length inch by agonizing inch, biting his lip the whole while. In a few moments he's tangled gracefully together with Jinki and he lets out a shuddering breath; rolling his hips at the same time Jinki moved his upwards.
"F-fuck, do that again," he whimpers, pressing a sweaty forehead against Jinki's. "N-need that."
And Jinki obeys, placing a hand on Kibum's hipbone, guiding his body up and down into a familiar rhythm, changing the angle at the last moment to slam right against that spot inside him that has Kibum howling and digging nails into Jinki's arms, meeting each thrust with a roll of his own hips.
"You're so fucking tight," comes the sharp hiss of Jinki as he continues to thrust into Kibum's quaking body, listening to the mewls and whimpers the younger male was letting out.
Kibum's taken aback when he feels a second set of hands slide something over his eyes and a light squeeze around the base of his cock, preventing him from that elusive release. He's gasping; Jinki's mouth instantly covering his, taking his lower lip and teasing it between his teeth.
"Turn around so your back is to my chest," the leader's breathing out, ignoring the protesting squirms Kibum is giving, before thrusting particularly hard into him and making the younger choke back a whimper.
And Kibum does; Jinki noting that he somehow has managed to keep his dick inside him (learn something new everyday, he mused, raising an eyebrow), spreading thighs even wider as he feels a hand slide between his thighs.
Said hand trails up his neglected, dripping length, stopping at one of his nipples and immediately latching a hot mouth onto it; and Kibum knows that tongue anywhere.
"Jonghyun," he breathes out, bucking lightly into the touches provided by both males. Jinki is doing something with those plush lips of his against an ear piercing and making all sorts of delicious electricity skip up and down his body.
"Shouldn't you be the one sucking me off?" he smirks, trailing a finger against Kibum's lips, collecting the drops of sweat above his upper one and studying him with a lustful smirk.
"It's my birthday," comes the breathy deep moan as he feels Jinki cup his balls and mumble something heated in his ear, causing the younger male to flush darkly at the comment. "G-get...nngh...fuck, Jinki..."
"Get what, Kibum?"
"Get down to the height level you belong at and suck me off. Let me fuck your face or something, I really don't care."
Jonghyun snorts, but gets on his knees anyways, settling between Kibum's thighs and running the pads of his lightly callused fingers up one of them. "Maybe I don't want to?"
With a snarl, Kibum grabs a fistful of Jonghyun's hair, immediately thrusting forward into Jonghyun's mouth and hissing as teeth scrape against his length (but body quivering in a way that he might've had a masochist streak him him). He hardly gives the boy time to adjust, controlling the shorter boy's movements with a hand and rolling hips back into Jinki.
"F-fuck, I can't," he's panting out, gasping and near screaming when the older boy's throat does this swallowing thing. He's knocked away from orgasm once again by Jinki digging nails into his thighs, hissing out
"Don't come yet."
"Jinki, please," comes the plead, but Jonghyun's quick to make a 'o' with his fingers and squeeze the base, creating a temporary cock ring. Kibum nearly screams in frustration.
And suddenly he feels the blindfold slipping off, eyes immediately snapping open and catching sight of a mirror. He sees Jonghyun's lips wrapped obscenely around his cock, sees that both him and the older male are dripping precum, feels the sheer heat radiating from all of them -
A shudder that turns into a scream rips through his entire body, and it feels like electricity just slammed into him at full force as Jonghyun finally -finally- lets him orgasm. Kibum holds his head as he watches Jonghyun frantically work his throat to swallow it all; he pulls back about halfway through to watch some splash on his face.
Kibum watches through half-lidded eyes and takes one of his thumbs, running it over his lips and painting them; some sort of crude lipstick.
Behind him Jinki lets out a shudder and releases inside Kibum, who immediately lets out a whimper at the sensation of being filled. "Jesus...fuck."
Jinki just grins, pressing a kiss to the back of Kibum's earlobe, right on his mole. "Good birthday?"
Kibum nods, sliding out of Jinki and wincing at the sharp pain up and down his backside, pausing a few moments when he feels the other's release trickling down his thighs before shooting them both a glare. "I hate you both."
"No you don't," Jonghyun replies casually, biting back a too-loud moan as Jinki's fingers work him over, spilling into the leader's palm with a shudder. Before he can even blink, Kibum's already licking his hand clean, tongue greedily lapping everything up. He kisses Jonghyun a moment later, letting the older male taste their essences mixing together; then kisses Jinki.
The leader however just grins, murmuring "Wait until next year.", smirking even wider at the shudder of anticipation Kibum's body gives off.