The Fairest Of Them All 4/4
Title: The Fairest Of Them All
Progress: Complete!
Pairings: Onew/Key (main), one-sided Minho/Key, Minho/Jonghyun
A/N: Just to keep my writer’s block at bay and just be a stress-reliever. :] It’s completely crack-tastic, set to take long long long ago but with modern twists and it’s just weird ok. xD A CHAPTERED FIC ZOMG!
Summary: Minho wants to marry the Princess. Only the Princess is actually a Prince. And no one seems to notice, or care, much to Key’s distress. Jinki, however, the two-bit assistant of Prince Minho, sees the true Key. Will Jonghyun ever get Key to wear heels?
Note: THIS CHAPTER IS NC-17.
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My first completed chaptered SHINee fic! Thank you so much to the readers and the commenters, you guys totally make me keep writing, no joke <3
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“Onew ssi? … Onew sii?”
Jinki blinked and jolted his attention back to the MC, smiling a bit awkwardly as he noticed everyone staring at him. He rubbed the back of his head and wished the Earth would open up and swallow him whole so he wouldn’t feel the stares of curiosity, embarrassment, and annoyance thrown his way.
But the MC just laughed and shuffled his cue cards, “Long night?”
Jinki licked his lips and smiled, “Ne, we’ve had a few late nights recording.”
He wanted to say ‘oh well you know when you come from a land where everyone thinks Key is a girl and Minho and Jonghyun hook up and Taemin is some weird bug thing and then Key basically proposes to you things get a little rough’ but he bit his tongue and just smiled his smile, trying to ignore the look that Key was obviously giving him.
“So your album is set to release soon?” the MC asked with vast interest, leaning forward in his chair.
Jinki tried not to think about how his glasses distorted the shape of his face and made him look like some sort of oversized bug. And he had a blinking problem. And there was parsley stuck in his teeth.
Averting his eyes and fiddling with a few wires, Jinki adjusted the headset and smiled. “Soon.”
Fangirls in the studio erupted in cheers and screams and cries and he was pretty sure he saw a girl faint when Jonghyun glanced over and gave a peace sign.
Exhaling, Jinki’s cheeks puffed out and he tapped his pencil on the desk. Where had he gotten a pencil? His mind drifted as the MC droned on about the radio program, Jinki starting to think about how cute Key looked in that wedding dress. Would Key have worn a dress at his and Jinki’s wedding?
Nah, as much as Jinki enjoyed the sight of the man in a dress he was the only one that recognized Key was indeed a man, and -
“Ack!”
Jinki flinched and raised a hand to rub his temple where something solid had connected with it. Key, from across the table where he was sitting with Minho, lifted up another eraser warningly before he returned to paying attention to the MC.
Why were Minho and Key always seated or standing next to each other in the things they did? Why couldn’t Jinki ever stand next to Key? Instead of Taemin. Not that he didn’t have anything against Taemin but he wanted to stand next to Key. Jonghyun was in the middle because he was short and if he stood off to either side they would be off-balanced and they couldn’t have that.
Wriggling his nose in thought, Jinki adjusted his glasses and laughed a little late at the joke that the MC had spared at Minho’s expense, making Key shoot him another look. Jinki withered slightly under the glare and shrank down in his seat, before the MC blinked between them curiously and then signaled a break as the music came on.
“It’s a fifteen minute block guys, be back here when time’s up.”
It was like a recess break, and Taemin instantly bounded out of his seat in search of something to eat. His appetite was increasing thanks to Key taking a further step into the art of culinary, and everyone was watching with satisfaction as Taemin’s cheeks puffed up a bit and his arms looked less like toothpicks.
Jinki stood and ambled out of the room, watching as Jonghyun and Minho wandered towards the refreshment area at a slower pace behind Taemin, laughing and joking with each other. Jinki thought about how smitten Jonghyun, the Prince’s assistant, had been with Prince Minho and… as he watched the pair walk away, he saw the sparkle in the shorter boys’ eyes, and he saw the glimmer that the rapper returned.
That was… odd.
It was just a dream, wasn’t it?
A cracked out dream that was full of a lot of gay and commodities and gender confusion but…
A dream.
Jonghyun couldn’t like Minho in the real world, could he?
Well Taemin definitely wasn’t a bug whizzing around their heads so that surely wasn’t it.
“WEEEEEEE!!!”
Taemin whizzed by, high-pitched squeal of excitement as he flew past Jinki, and the leader sighed and retracted his last comment. Forever.
“Jinki.”
Jinki froze and a shiver ran down his spine, his hair standing on edge as he turned around and took in the form of Key striding towards him, that sashay in his hips from his dreams very, very real.
Jinki gulped.
“What the hell is your problem?” Key asked, hitting Jinki in the shoulder none too nicely. “You can’t answer a God damn question, you’ve been daydreaming all day, what the hell is wrong with you!?”
“I love you.”
Key abruptly halted any other words he was going to hurl at Jinki, his grip on the collar of the other’s shirt slacking a bit as he searched Jinki’s eyes. The leader flushed and averted his eyes; had he really said that?
This wasn’t his dream.
This wasn’t Prince Key.
He wasn’t Prince Minho’s clumsy assistant.
He wasn’t the one that knew Key inside and out.
This Key…
This Key was a stranger to him.
This Key took care of him when he felt like it, this Key nagged most of the time and put down Jinki for being such a space case, this Key made fun of him for his condition.
Jinki didn’t really know this Key.
And yet somehow in the span of eight hours, in some fantasy world that Jinki made up probably because he had too much cake before he went to bed, he had fallen in love with Key.
In that world, and in this one.
“What?”
Jinki was finally pulled back to present-tense as Key’s fingers tightened in their hold on the leader’s shirt, his eyes wider than usual but the sharpness in them clearly defined. Heart slamming against his chest, Jinki’s mouth went dry as Key seemed to try and wrestle with his words.
“Repeat yourself God damn it,” Key hissed, shaking Jinki so hard that the older man’s neck almost snapped.
“I-,” Could Jinki even say it again? Key looked desperate for something, anything, and Jinki licked his lips and steeled himself, looking into those feline eyes. “I love you, Kibum.”
He was expecting backlash, he was expecting Key to just shrug him off and scoff and walk away.
He didn’t know why he loved Key. If Key asked him, Jinki wouldn’t be able to give him a reason. It’s not like he could say ‘oh well see in this dream I had you were a beautiful Princess - I mean Prince - and you were the fairest of them all for far and wide, and I was the only one that knew you were really a guy so you kinda liked me and then you kissed me a couple times and then you decided that you wanted to marry me’. Or could he?
None of that mattered though because Key’s lips were suddenly on Jinki’s own, and it was their third kiss but it was their first kiss and this Key… This Key tasted so much sweeter than the Prince Key, than the dream Key, than any Key that Jinki could have imagined because this Key was real.
So, very real.
Jinki’s hands gripped Key’s waist, the solid weight beneath his fingertips making him shudder as he pulled Key into an empty recording studio, shutting the door behind them and keeping their lips attached as he led them deeper into the room. Key made a small noise against his lips and Jinki stumbled a bit as a folding chair leaped into his way (really, it wasn’t there before), causing the kiss to break as the leader fell down onto a chair. But his hands didn’t leave Key’s hips and he brought the rapper with him, Key sliding onto his lap as their lips reconnected and Jinki ran his hands up the younger boy’s back.
“Jinki…” Key purred, his eyes opening and shimmering with an emotion that Jinki had seen once before, in his dream. This was a Key he knew. This Key that looked at him with wet eyes and pouty lips, this Key that had a soft smile teasing his features as he took in Jinki and saw that maybe this was the guy that really understood him.
Maybe Jinki was the guy that let Key go on his rants, the guy that let Key bully him around, the guy that let Key boss everyone else around even though Jinki was really the leader. Maybe Jinki was Key’s own personal Prince Charming.
One could hope.
Lips connected again and all of a sudden Jinki’s hands couldn’t get enough of Key’s body. His fingers pressed into flesh as his hands slipped under Key’s shirt and jacket, before he pulled off the clothing and bared Key’s torso. Jinki trailed his lips down Key’s jaw line to his neck, over his adam’s apple and down to his sharp collarbones, where his tongue trailed and licked and tasted the sweet flesh. Key’s head dropped back and his mouth fell open as he let out a soft sigh, the sound music to Jinki’s ears as Key’s hands roved over his shoulders, before trailing down his sides and pulling off the leader’s shirt as well and discarding it.
They were in a public place but it didn’t matter.
Jinki had the Prince of his dreams and he wasn’t going to let him go.
“Ah, Jinki,” Key whimpered as Jinki wrapped his lips around his nipple and threaded his fingers through the older boy’s hair. “Jinki… Jinki my thigh is caught under the armrest.”
“Oh.”
Guess he needed to let him go for a few seconds.
Jinki pulled back and blushed lightly, reaching down to help Key adjust his thighs, hands sliding around and underneath to get a good grip, his hands inadvertently grabbing at the rapper’s ass.
Key moaned lightly, his voice breathy as he rocked into those hands, the curve of his ass perfect in Jinki’s hands as the leader’s grip tightened and he rocked Key down onto his lap, his hardening length swelling fully. Key had never looked so beautiful, Jinki thought, with his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling.
The rapper grinded his body down onto Jinki’s and the leader dropped his head back against the back of the chair, his eyes shutting as his lips parted and his adam’s apple bobbed with the air he swallowed. Key’s hands roamed over his body and tweaked his nipples lightly, Jinki letting out a throaty moan as Key leaned down to suck at his neck.
“Ngh, Jinki…” Key panted against Jinki’s skin, his breath fanning hotly over the older boy’s flesh. “Touch me, Jinki, please…”
Jinki’s hands automatically lifted to undo Key’s belt buckle, fumbling with the button of his jeans before sliding the zipper down, pushing the jeans down the rapper’s hips as far as possible given their current position. Key got impatient, though, as he scooted off of Jinki’s lap and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, his erection bouncing with excitement as he leaned forward and undid Jinki’s pants, reaching inside to pull out the leader’s thick, swollen cock.
Key licked his lips at the sight and dropped to his knees instantly, Jinki’s eyes widening and watering slightly as he watched Key grip the base of his dick and roll his tongue around the head. Jinki shuddered, his thighs quaking as his fingers reached to tangle in Key’s hair. Oh God this was amazing, the wet heat engulfing his shaft consuming his entire body and did Key just spit on his cock?
Jinki didn’t think spitting in general was all that attractive but when he saw Key’s spit dribbling down the side of his shaft he knew it was to better aid them for what was coming and the silent approval to do such an act shot through Jinki’s nervous system and his other hand gripped at the arm rest of the chair as he carded his fingers through Key’s hair affectionately, lovingly, longingly.
Again Key spit and Jinki shuddered, “Fuck…”
Key glanced up through his lashes and he looked like such a vixen, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen and wet as he smirked and stood up. He rotated his body and turned around, giving Jinki the perfect view of his ass; Jinki leaned forward and groped the flesh greedily, pulling it apart to reveal the other’s entrance before pushing it back together, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses along the skin. His tongue darted out and he tasted Key, and oh it was too perfect for words, Jinki salivating excessively as he repeated Key’s spitting action, lifting his fingers to smear the spit around and prodded a finger into the younger’s entrance.
Bending at the waist, Key put his hands on his knees and pushed back, Jinki kissing along his lower back as his eyes hooded and drooped with the intense lust that was starting to fatigue his body and spur it on all at once. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his neck, pushing against the skin and threatening to just rip through his flesh and explode onto the floor.
“Kibum… Key,” Jinki panted desperately as his finger pushed into that incredibly tight heat, and Key keened and arched against him.
“God, fuck, damn it,” Key reached behind him and swatted at Jinki’s hand and head, getting him away from his ass, Jinki pulling back in a slight daze. His confusion was rectified when Key scooted back and, with his back still facing Jinki, he reached around to grab the base of the leader’s cock and guide himself onto it.
He seated himself in a single drop and Jinki bit the inside of his cheek so hard he drew blood, trying to stifle the yell that was threatening to rip from his throat. Key was in worse condition; fuck he felt so tight around Jinki the older could only imagine that he was ripping the rapper in half. But Key gripped onto his knees and dug his nails into the skin and Jinki allowed that, he allowed that because Key was probably hurting really bad and this was brutal for a first time but for some reason Jinki couldn’t see Key just laying back and taking it.
His hands rested on Key’s hips and he felt the tremors running through Key’s body like electricity, zapping his fingertips but he held on tight, keeping Key still as his cock throbbed within the vice grip of the younger’s body.
“Fuck, Key,” Jinki panted, resting his sweaty forehead against Key’s back and trying his hardest to not buck up into that tight heat.
“Move, move, move, move, move,” Key chanted as he dug his nails deeper into Jinki’s knees, rolling his hips.
Jinki wound his arms around Key’s slender waist, pressing his chest into the rapper’s back as he gave a roll of his hips, his dick shifting around inside Key’s body and making the younger man let out a low moan. Body temperature spiking, Jinki started to roll his hips up into the tight heat, moans spilling from his lips as he kissed the nape of Key’s neck and mouthed along his shoulder, one of his hands raising up to rest under Key’s jaw, tilting his head back. Key let out a low, long moan, a breathy sigh that was everything perfect and better than anything Jinki could ever dream up.
“Jinki… hn, ah…”
Jinki’s name was dragged out in a delicious way, making his scalp tingle and his fingertips grip Key tighter, and he gave a hard thrust up into Key’s body in response, the high-pitched keen leaving the rapper’s voice totally worth it as Jinki started to lose his mind to the sensations.
The end was nearing for Jinki, and as he inhaled to gather his breath to tell Key he was getting close, a flowery scent caught his senses, a scent so different from Key’s cologne but all too familiar at the same time. Jinki reached around and gripped Key’s cock, the rapper coming with a single stroke from the leader’s hand, spilling onto his stomach and Jinki’s fingers. Key’s body squeezing tightly around his cock coupled with that sweet flowery aroma sent Jinki over the edge as he bit into Key’s shoulder and released hotly within the younger, both of them panting and coming down from their high.
After a few moments of collective panting, Key staggered off of Jinki’s lap and pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, folding it and cleaning himself up before turning around and cleaning Jinki up as well, the leader hissing as his sensitive softening cock was taken care of.
When he glanced up and met eyes with Key, Key gave a fond, charming smile as he redressed himself and stuffed the handkerchief back into his jacket pocket, zipping it closed. He rested his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward to press his lips gently against Jinki’s, lingering.
“Worthy of the finest Prince, even the fairest of them all,” Key whispered against Jinki’s lips, making the leader’s heart skip a beat.
Key pulled back and winked, turning around, that floral scent following him and Jinki could have swore he saw glitter and sparkles showering from his satiny chocolate locks, Key waving a regal hand with flirty fingers as he slipped out of the door and shut it behind him.
Heart thumping in his chest, Jinki hurriedly fixed himself and flung open the door, following the random patches of flowers that were growing out of the linoleum.
He had his Prince, after all.
He knew him best, he supposed.
[ Epilogue]
Progress: Complete!
Pairings: Onew/Key (main), one-sided Minho/Key, Minho/Jonghyun
A/N: Just to keep my writer’s block at bay and just be a stress-reliever. :] It’s completely crack-tastic, set to take long long long ago but with modern twists and it’s just weird ok. xD A CHAPTERED FIC ZOMG!
Summary: Minho wants to marry the Princess. Only the Princess is actually a Prince. And no one seems to notice, or care, much to Key’s distress. Jinki, however, the two-bit assistant of Prince Minho, sees the true Key. Will Jonghyun ever get Key to wear heels?
Note: THIS CHAPTER IS NC-17.
[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]
My first completed chaptered SHINee fic! Thank you so much to the readers and the commenters, you guys totally make me keep writing, no joke <3
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“Onew ssi? … Onew sii?”
Jinki blinked and jolted his attention back to the MC, smiling a bit awkwardly as he noticed everyone staring at him. He rubbed the back of his head and wished the Earth would open up and swallow him whole so he wouldn’t feel the stares of curiosity, embarrassment, and annoyance thrown his way.
But the MC just laughed and shuffled his cue cards, “Long night?”
Jinki licked his lips and smiled, “Ne, we’ve had a few late nights recording.”
He wanted to say ‘oh well you know when you come from a land where everyone thinks Key is a girl and Minho and Jonghyun hook up and Taemin is some weird bug thing and then Key basically proposes to you things get a little rough’ but he bit his tongue and just smiled his smile, trying to ignore the look that Key was obviously giving him.
“So your album is set to release soon?” the MC asked with vast interest, leaning forward in his chair.
Jinki tried not to think about how his glasses distorted the shape of his face and made him look like some sort of oversized bug. And he had a blinking problem. And there was parsley stuck in his teeth.
Averting his eyes and fiddling with a few wires, Jinki adjusted the headset and smiled. “Soon.”
Fangirls in the studio erupted in cheers and screams and cries and he was pretty sure he saw a girl faint when Jonghyun glanced over and gave a peace sign.
Exhaling, Jinki’s cheeks puffed out and he tapped his pencil on the desk. Where had he gotten a pencil? His mind drifted as the MC droned on about the radio program, Jinki starting to think about how cute Key looked in that wedding dress. Would Key have worn a dress at his and Jinki’s wedding?
Nah, as much as Jinki enjoyed the sight of the man in a dress he was the only one that recognized Key was indeed a man, and -
“Ack!”
Jinki flinched and raised a hand to rub his temple where something solid had connected with it. Key, from across the table where he was sitting with Minho, lifted up another eraser warningly before he returned to paying attention to the MC.
Why were Minho and Key always seated or standing next to each other in the things they did? Why couldn’t Jinki ever stand next to Key? Instead of Taemin. Not that he didn’t have anything against Taemin but he wanted to stand next to Key. Jonghyun was in the middle because he was short and if he stood off to either side they would be off-balanced and they couldn’t have that.
Wriggling his nose in thought, Jinki adjusted his glasses and laughed a little late at the joke that the MC had spared at Minho’s expense, making Key shoot him another look. Jinki withered slightly under the glare and shrank down in his seat, before the MC blinked between them curiously and then signaled a break as the music came on.
“It’s a fifteen minute block guys, be back here when time’s up.”
It was like a recess break, and Taemin instantly bounded out of his seat in search of something to eat. His appetite was increasing thanks to Key taking a further step into the art of culinary, and everyone was watching with satisfaction as Taemin’s cheeks puffed up a bit and his arms looked less like toothpicks.
Jinki stood and ambled out of the room, watching as Jonghyun and Minho wandered towards the refreshment area at a slower pace behind Taemin, laughing and joking with each other. Jinki thought about how smitten Jonghyun, the Prince’s assistant, had been with Prince Minho and… as he watched the pair walk away, he saw the sparkle in the shorter boys’ eyes, and he saw the glimmer that the rapper returned.
That was… odd.
It was just a dream, wasn’t it?
A cracked out dream that was full of a lot of gay and commodities and gender confusion but…
A dream.
Jonghyun couldn’t like Minho in the real world, could he?
Well Taemin definitely wasn’t a bug whizzing around their heads so that surely wasn’t it.
“WEEEEEEE!!!”
Taemin whizzed by, high-pitched squeal of excitement as he flew past Jinki, and the leader sighed and retracted his last comment. Forever.
“Jinki.”
Jinki froze and a shiver ran down his spine, his hair standing on edge as he turned around and took in the form of Key striding towards him, that sashay in his hips from his dreams very, very real.
Jinki gulped.
“What the hell is your problem?” Key asked, hitting Jinki in the shoulder none too nicely. “You can’t answer a God damn question, you’ve been daydreaming all day, what the hell is wrong with you!?”
“I love you.”
Key abruptly halted any other words he was going to hurl at Jinki, his grip on the collar of the other’s shirt slacking a bit as he searched Jinki’s eyes. The leader flushed and averted his eyes; had he really said that?
This wasn’t his dream.
This wasn’t Prince Key.
He wasn’t Prince Minho’s clumsy assistant.
He wasn’t the one that knew Key inside and out.
This Key…
This Key was a stranger to him.
This Key took care of him when he felt like it, this Key nagged most of the time and put down Jinki for being such a space case, this Key made fun of him for his condition.
Jinki didn’t really know this Key.
And yet somehow in the span of eight hours, in some fantasy world that Jinki made up probably because he had too much cake before he went to bed, he had fallen in love with Key.
In that world, and in this one.
“What?”
Jinki was finally pulled back to present-tense as Key’s fingers tightened in their hold on the leader’s shirt, his eyes wider than usual but the sharpness in them clearly defined. Heart slamming against his chest, Jinki’s mouth went dry as Key seemed to try and wrestle with his words.
“Repeat yourself God damn it,” Key hissed, shaking Jinki so hard that the older man’s neck almost snapped.
“I-,” Could Jinki even say it again? Key looked desperate for something, anything, and Jinki licked his lips and steeled himself, looking into those feline eyes. “I love you, Kibum.”
He was expecting backlash, he was expecting Key to just shrug him off and scoff and walk away.
He didn’t know why he loved Key. If Key asked him, Jinki wouldn’t be able to give him a reason. It’s not like he could say ‘oh well see in this dream I had you were a beautiful Princess - I mean Prince - and you were the fairest of them all for far and wide, and I was the only one that knew you were really a guy so you kinda liked me and then you kissed me a couple times and then you decided that you wanted to marry me’. Or could he?
None of that mattered though because Key’s lips were suddenly on Jinki’s own, and it was their third kiss but it was their first kiss and this Key… This Key tasted so much sweeter than the Prince Key, than the dream Key, than any Key that Jinki could have imagined because this Key was real.
So, very real.
Jinki’s hands gripped Key’s waist, the solid weight beneath his fingertips making him shudder as he pulled Key into an empty recording studio, shutting the door behind them and keeping their lips attached as he led them deeper into the room. Key made a small noise against his lips and Jinki stumbled a bit as a folding chair leaped into his way (really, it wasn’t there before), causing the kiss to break as the leader fell down onto a chair. But his hands didn’t leave Key’s hips and he brought the rapper with him, Key sliding onto his lap as their lips reconnected and Jinki ran his hands up the younger boy’s back.
“Jinki…” Key purred, his eyes opening and shimmering with an emotion that Jinki had seen once before, in his dream. This was a Key he knew. This Key that looked at him with wet eyes and pouty lips, this Key that had a soft smile teasing his features as he took in Jinki and saw that maybe this was the guy that really understood him.
Maybe Jinki was the guy that let Key go on his rants, the guy that let Key bully him around, the guy that let Key boss everyone else around even though Jinki was really the leader. Maybe Jinki was Key’s own personal Prince Charming.
One could hope.
Lips connected again and all of a sudden Jinki’s hands couldn’t get enough of Key’s body. His fingers pressed into flesh as his hands slipped under Key’s shirt and jacket, before he pulled off the clothing and bared Key’s torso. Jinki trailed his lips down Key’s jaw line to his neck, over his adam’s apple and down to his sharp collarbones, where his tongue trailed and licked and tasted the sweet flesh. Key’s head dropped back and his mouth fell open as he let out a soft sigh, the sound music to Jinki’s ears as Key’s hands roved over his shoulders, before trailing down his sides and pulling off the leader’s shirt as well and discarding it.
They were in a public place but it didn’t matter.
Jinki had the Prince of his dreams and he wasn’t going to let him go.
“Ah, Jinki,” Key whimpered as Jinki wrapped his lips around his nipple and threaded his fingers through the older boy’s hair. “Jinki… Jinki my thigh is caught under the armrest.”
“Oh.”
Guess he needed to let him go for a few seconds.
Jinki pulled back and blushed lightly, reaching down to help Key adjust his thighs, hands sliding around and underneath to get a good grip, his hands inadvertently grabbing at the rapper’s ass.
Key moaned lightly, his voice breathy as he rocked into those hands, the curve of his ass perfect in Jinki’s hands as the leader’s grip tightened and he rocked Key down onto his lap, his hardening length swelling fully. Key had never looked so beautiful, Jinki thought, with his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling.
The rapper grinded his body down onto Jinki’s and the leader dropped his head back against the back of the chair, his eyes shutting as his lips parted and his adam’s apple bobbed with the air he swallowed. Key’s hands roamed over his body and tweaked his nipples lightly, Jinki letting out a throaty moan as Key leaned down to suck at his neck.
“Ngh, Jinki…” Key panted against Jinki’s skin, his breath fanning hotly over the older boy’s flesh. “Touch me, Jinki, please…”
Jinki’s hands automatically lifted to undo Key’s belt buckle, fumbling with the button of his jeans before sliding the zipper down, pushing the jeans down the rapper’s hips as far as possible given their current position. Key got impatient, though, as he scooted off of Jinki’s lap and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees, his erection bouncing with excitement as he leaned forward and undid Jinki’s pants, reaching inside to pull out the leader’s thick, swollen cock.
Key licked his lips at the sight and dropped to his knees instantly, Jinki’s eyes widening and watering slightly as he watched Key grip the base of his dick and roll his tongue around the head. Jinki shuddered, his thighs quaking as his fingers reached to tangle in Key’s hair. Oh God this was amazing, the wet heat engulfing his shaft consuming his entire body and did Key just spit on his cock?
Jinki didn’t think spitting in general was all that attractive but when he saw Key’s spit dribbling down the side of his shaft he knew it was to better aid them for what was coming and the silent approval to do such an act shot through Jinki’s nervous system and his other hand gripped at the arm rest of the chair as he carded his fingers through Key’s hair affectionately, lovingly, longingly.
Again Key spit and Jinki shuddered, “Fuck…”
Key glanced up through his lashes and he looked like such a vixen, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen and wet as he smirked and stood up. He rotated his body and turned around, giving Jinki the perfect view of his ass; Jinki leaned forward and groped the flesh greedily, pulling it apart to reveal the other’s entrance before pushing it back together, his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses along the skin. His tongue darted out and he tasted Key, and oh it was too perfect for words, Jinki salivating excessively as he repeated Key’s spitting action, lifting his fingers to smear the spit around and prodded a finger into the younger’s entrance.
Bending at the waist, Key put his hands on his knees and pushed back, Jinki kissing along his lower back as his eyes hooded and drooped with the intense lust that was starting to fatigue his body and spur it on all at once. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his neck, pushing against the skin and threatening to just rip through his flesh and explode onto the floor.
“Kibum… Key,” Jinki panted desperately as his finger pushed into that incredibly tight heat, and Key keened and arched against him.
“God, fuck, damn it,” Key reached behind him and swatted at Jinki’s hand and head, getting him away from his ass, Jinki pulling back in a slight daze. His confusion was rectified when Key scooted back and, with his back still facing Jinki, he reached around to grab the base of the leader’s cock and guide himself onto it.
He seated himself in a single drop and Jinki bit the inside of his cheek so hard he drew blood, trying to stifle the yell that was threatening to rip from his throat. Key was in worse condition; fuck he felt so tight around Jinki the older could only imagine that he was ripping the rapper in half. But Key gripped onto his knees and dug his nails into the skin and Jinki allowed that, he allowed that because Key was probably hurting really bad and this was brutal for a first time but for some reason Jinki couldn’t see Key just laying back and taking it.
His hands rested on Key’s hips and he felt the tremors running through Key’s body like electricity, zapping his fingertips but he held on tight, keeping Key still as his cock throbbed within the vice grip of the younger’s body.
“Fuck, Key,” Jinki panted, resting his sweaty forehead against Key’s back and trying his hardest to not buck up into that tight heat.
“Move, move, move, move, move,” Key chanted as he dug his nails deeper into Jinki’s knees, rolling his hips.
Jinki wound his arms around Key’s slender waist, pressing his chest into the rapper’s back as he gave a roll of his hips, his dick shifting around inside Key’s body and making the younger man let out a low moan. Body temperature spiking, Jinki started to roll his hips up into the tight heat, moans spilling from his lips as he kissed the nape of Key’s neck and mouthed along his shoulder, one of his hands raising up to rest under Key’s jaw, tilting his head back. Key let out a low, long moan, a breathy sigh that was everything perfect and better than anything Jinki could ever dream up.
“Jinki… hn, ah…”
Jinki’s name was dragged out in a delicious way, making his scalp tingle and his fingertips grip Key tighter, and he gave a hard thrust up into Key’s body in response, the high-pitched keen leaving the rapper’s voice totally worth it as Jinki started to lose his mind to the sensations.
The end was nearing for Jinki, and as he inhaled to gather his breath to tell Key he was getting close, a flowery scent caught his senses, a scent so different from Key’s cologne but all too familiar at the same time. Jinki reached around and gripped Key’s cock, the rapper coming with a single stroke from the leader’s hand, spilling onto his stomach and Jinki’s fingers. Key’s body squeezing tightly around his cock coupled with that sweet flowery aroma sent Jinki over the edge as he bit into Key’s shoulder and released hotly within the younger, both of them panting and coming down from their high.
After a few moments of collective panting, Key staggered off of Jinki’s lap and pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket, folding it and cleaning himself up before turning around and cleaning Jinki up as well, the leader hissing as his sensitive softening cock was taken care of.
When he glanced up and met eyes with Key, Key gave a fond, charming smile as he redressed himself and stuffed the handkerchief back into his jacket pocket, zipping it closed. He rested his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward to press his lips gently against Jinki’s, lingering.
“Worthy of the finest Prince, even the fairest of them all,” Key whispered against Jinki’s lips, making the leader’s heart skip a beat.
Key pulled back and winked, turning around, that floral scent following him and Jinki could have swore he saw glitter and sparkles showering from his satiny chocolate locks, Key waving a regal hand with flirty fingers as he slipped out of the door and shut it behind him.
Heart thumping in his chest, Jinki hurriedly fixed himself and flung open the door, following the random patches of flowers that were growing out of the linoleum.
He had his Prince, after all.
He knew him best, he supposed.
[ Epilogue]