Addition
Title: Addition
Pairing: Onew/Jonghyun/Key/Minho
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I’m on a roll I can’t stop. :|
shan_ah_non and plainsong101 are completely responsible for this. xD
[ Sweat] [ Participation]
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It was so obvious.
It was painfully obvious.
It was obvious in the way their touches would linger, it was obvious in the way that Key’s eyes would flash dangerously at Jonghyun before they softened and the blow was nullified. It was obvious in the way Jinki failed all over the place and Key merely pat him on the shoulder and said ‘dork’ with a decidedly affectionate tone.
It was obvious, here in the dance studio as they practiced without their maknae, that there was something going on between Jinki, Jonghyun and Key.
It was so obvious that it was grating on Minho’s nerves.
His large eyes watched as Key worked on his and Taemin’s solo (sans Taemin, the maknae was still at school at this hour), body twisting and popping and locking in all the right places, his expression fierce in the mirror as he focused solely on himself.
On either side of Minho on the long cushy couch Jonghyun and Jinki were seated, and to anyone else they would have looked like the picture of calm.
Minho knew better.
Jonghyun’s foot was tapping on the hardwood floor, the motion jarring his knee and his thigh. His elbow was on the arm of the couch and he had his chin resting in his hand, his fingers splayed over his mouth as his eyes honed in on the dancing Key.
Jinki kept shifting, crossing and uncrossing his thick legs. His hands smoothed down his sweats, straightening the material on his strong thighs before they rested on either knee, fingers drumming. He was less obvious about his staring, occasionally turning his head and body to press ‘rewind’ and ‘play’ on the CD player when Key asked him to as he continued to work on perfecting the moves.
Minho’s tongue shifted inside of his mouth as his eyes leveled on Key as well, watching that s-line, watching his legs shift and his hands complement every move like he had come out of the womb dancing and would die dancing.
Taemin was an amazing dancer, no doubt. The kid was a machine.
But Key had a different kind of dance, a powerful dance that drew you in and made it so you couldn’t tear your gaze away. His ferocious stare coupled with the few smirks that curled over his plump lips made it impossible to pay attention to anyone else.
Key’s eyes met Minho’s through the reflection and Minho tensed, one of those smirks curling over Key’s lips as he went into a slide and their gaze was broke. All of a sudden Minho thought about how Key would look attached to a pole, sliding up and down the silver object and mimicking all sorts of naughty things with his body. Minho imagined Key’s hoodie being unzipped slowly, revealing the black wife beater underneath, collar bones protruding from the straps. He imagined that belt sliding free, loop by loop, he imagined Key sending him a saucy wink as he ran the leather up and down one arm before letting the belt drop to the floor. He imagined long fingers skirting along the hem of his tight jeans, he imagined those fingers unbuttoning them and dragging the zipper down tooth by tooth. He imagined Key biting his fat lower lip and those feline eyes hooding as his hips swayed and he slid out of those tight jeans, revealing black Calvin Klein underwear with a hot pink band, Key’s favorite pair.
He imagined the other rapper leaving his pants unbuttoned and dragged down only a few inches to expose his underwear and his bulge, instead abandoning the simple act of taking off his pants and sliding nimble fingers to the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his flat stomach. He imagined Key grabbing the material and pulling it over his head slowly, his hair getting messy from the shirt catching on his ears but he’d pull it off anyway and make it look sexy as hell.
“Yah, you did that part wrong.”
Minho was snapped out of his fantasy and if he had the decency, he would have blushed. Jonghyun stood from the couch and walked over to Key with a certain swag Minho didn’t know the vocalist could have, and suddenly Minho’s mind was busy fantasizing again.
He imagined how Jonghyun and Key were behind closed doors. There was always so much tension between them even when they were around the other members and it was obvious it was sexual tension.
Minho licked his lips and his eyes hooded slightly, his posture relaxed with his ankle over his knee and his arms folded loosely across his chest.
His mind went back to the topless Key, pants unbuttoned to reveal his Calvin Klein’s. Jonghyun was there now, his black Ramones shirt tight on his body and showing off his sculpted pectorals and slightly bulging biceps. He imagined Jonghyun leaning forward and sliding his tan fingers along Key’s ghostly pallor, he imagined Key’s lower lip being freed from his teeth as a soft sound left his lips. He imagined Jonghyun’s head lowering and his tongue coming out to lave at sharp collar bones, he imagined his strong hands gripping onto Key’s hips possessively and bringing him closer.
But then Jinki entered his fantasy and Minho wouldn’t deny that.
Jinki’s AC/DC shirt was three shades darker with the amount of sweat seeping through the material, and one hand moved to gently tangle in Key’s chocolate locks and guide his head to tilt to the side as his fat lips slid along that slender, gorgeous neck. Jonghyun would reach out and skirt his fingers along Jinki’s abdomen before settling on his forearm, the three of them such a contrasting, beautiful picture.
“Minho?”
Minho blinked and the reality was that the three older boys were indeed all standing together, in quite close proximity. They were a few feet away from Minho and the tall boy could feel the heat surrounding him all of a sudden, suffocating him and clouding his mind. He knew his eyes were slightly glazed over, he knew his pants were tight and he knew that the other members knew exactly what was happening to him.
They didn’t know why.
Minho could change that.
The tall rapper stayed seated and his tongue slid out of his mouth to wet his lips, dragging slowly along them and he saw how they all zeroed in on that simple act. He smirked lightly and unfolded his arms, running his hands along his slender thighs.
“You’re in a threesome,” Minho said coolly.
Jinki flushed so red he looked like he might faint, Key let out a small squeak and covered his mouth, but Jonghyun… Jonghyun smirked just as coolly as Minho and arched a brow.
“Yeah?” the vocalist said, folding his arms loosely over his chest and moving slightly in front of the other two, as if he were protecting them.
As if he intimidated Minho at all.
Chuckling, Minho let out a breath and lowered his gaze for a brief moment, before he glanced up and the smirk on his lips made the three other boys’ knees buckle.
“I want to see.”
Jinki clutched onto Key for support, and he probably really was going to faint. Key’s eyes widened slightly and his jaw dropped, and Jonghyun once again was the most composed out of the three.
“You’d have to join,” Jonghyun said with a shrug.
Key flashed a warning glance at the back of Jonghyun’s head and everyone knew the older boy could feel the glare. He ignored it as a raptor smile curled crookedly on his lips, teeth barred in a challenging manner as he delivered the final blow.
“If you think you can handle it.”
Jinki looked between Jonghyun and Minho with watery eyes, like he was going to burst into tears or faint or have an aneurysm. But Minho stayed relaxed on the couch even though he tensed for the briefest of moments, his head cocked slightly to the side and the smirk on his lips dangerous.
Abso-fucking-lutely dangerous.
Key shuddered as Minho’s eyes drifted over Jonghyun’s shoulder and landed on him and fuck him watching Key dance was hard enough to do without just melting to the floor from the burning stare but now that it was directed at him after hearing the words Minho and Jonghyun were exchanging… Key reached and clasped Jinki’s hand, their fingers entangling tightly.
“I’ll watch,” Minho said again, more firm this time. “If I like what I see, then I’ll join.”
Jonghyun scoffed, “You act like we’d be privileged to have you with us.”
“You would be.”
That statement cut through the air like a whip and snapped Jinki and Key’s attention to Minho and the tension crackled between Jonghyun and Minho so audibly that Key and Jinki took a step back. Minho and Jonghyun had never been best friends - they were close as bandmates but that was usually where their relationship stopped, both of them too cocky to swallow their pride and be proper friends.
It was a stalemate now and Key didn’t want to deal with this - it was humiliating enough to be found out so easily (even though the silent Minho was a genius in his own right) and he just didn’t want to stick around, to be frank. He tugged on Jinki’s hand and nodded his head to the side, hinting to Jinki that he wanted to leave the room.
They barely made it two steps before Minho spoke again.
“Don’t leave. I’m serious.”
Jonghyun bristled, “Don’t tell them what to do.”
“I can’t, but you can?” Minho shot back, his posture still cool and relaxed as Jonghyun clenched his fists at his sides.
“You aren’t involved,” Jonghyun spat, and finally Minho stood, towering over the vocalist, but the smaller man not backing down one bit as he tilted his chin up in order to level Minho with his glare.
God, this was too much. Key was humiliated at first but now seeing the animosity between the rapper and the vocalist, his skin was getting hot, his cheeks flushing and his eyes prickling with wetness. Jinki gave his hand a squeeze and Key glanced over, only to see Jinki transfixed on the other two as well.
“Let him watch,” Key found himself saying, and he nearly took back the statement when Jonghyun rounded on him but God it would be just perfect to have Minho join them, even just as a voyeur.
But Jonghyun saw the desperation in Key’s eyes, he saw Jinki avoiding his gaze, obviously on Key’s side, and he glanced back to see Minho’s eyes raking over the rapper and the leader slowly. And Jonghyun relented, dropping his defensive stance, his adrenaline pumping from the previous possibility of having to physically defend himself - it wouldn’t be the first time he and Minho had gotten in a rumble.
It just would have been the first time they got in a rumble over having sex with each other.
“Fine,” Jonghyun said, the bite seeping out of his words as he saw Key’s and Jinki’s eyes light up.
“Right now,” Minho said, and Key let out an indignant squawk.
“Now!?”
Minho dragged his tongue over his lips again and three sets of eyes zoomed in on the action. “Should I start?” he asked, his voice full of cocky pride as if he had done this a million times before.
Not to be outdone, Jonghyun turned and smashed his lips against Key’s, the diva’s knees buckling slightly with the force as his hands raised to grasp onto Jonghyun’s taut Ramones shirt, almost having no spare material to hang on to due to how tightly it was stretched across Jonghyun’s body.
Jinki let out a soft whimper, his hand now empty of Key’s fingers and he watched wistfully as Jonghyun devoured Key’s mouth - Jonghyun tilted his head to the side and glanced at Jinki, reaching out and pulling the other over by the material of his t-shirt and pulling him close. Jinki’s lips moved to Jonghyun’s jaw and started to trail over the flesh and they were all aware of Minho’s gaze as their hands shyly moved over each other.
Only Jonghyun was being bold about his actions, instantly sliding his hand underneath Jinki’s shirt and up over a nipple, swiping his thumb over the flesh roughly. Jinki let out a soft sound and arched into the touch and Jonghyun’s hand curled around Key’s hip possessively just like Minho knew he would and it really was the perfect portrait.
Dominant Jonghyun, equal-opportunist Jinki, and vixen Key.
One thing was missing, though.
Minho found himself stepping forward without his mind’s consent, his body already intent on what it was going to do. He moved to the other side of Key and Jonghyun, opposite of Jinki, and he first skated his hand up Key’s arm. He felt the diva shudder and the kiss between him and Jonghyun broke, Key’s head tilting as Jonghyun worked on his neck and those feline eyes fell on Minho. Minho’s large eyes were hooded and glazed over once again and the taller rapper leaned down and pressed his lips against Key’s, the diva melting into the kiss and a whimper escaping his throat as his hand reached up to curl his fingers into Minho’s loose tee.
Jonghyun flashed Minho a slightly jealous glare, but it soon passed as Key’s other hand found its way into his pants. The vocalists’ eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted in a moan and Jinki was dropping to his knees, kissing along the sliver of flesh that was exposed when Key’s shirt rode up and separated from his pants.
Standing was going to become a hazard quickly and Minho and Jonghyun shared the same wavelength as they guided both Key and Jinki back to the couch. Somehow Jonghyun and Minho ended up on the couch, though, tossed back by Key’s hands that were surprisingly forceful. Jonghyun’s eyes were slightly wide with the change of pace within the diva but Minho looked like he knew what Key was capable of.
“Jinki… Music?” Key purred, leaning over to give Jinki a deep, wet kiss with plenty of tongue.
Jinki nodded and broke away from the kiss and moved to the CD player, turning it onto the next song on the track. It wasn’t a SHINee song, Key had thrown it on the CD just as a last ditch effort for entertainment during down times when he wasn’t practicing his routine. The beats filled the room and Jinki swallowed the lump in his throat as Key started to move his body methodically to the music, his heated gaze shifting from Jonghyun to Minho to Jinki and back to Jonghyun.
He understood Jonghyun’s jealousy, in fact he didn’t think Jonghyun would be an easy lover. But fuck to have all three of those gazes on his body as he moved to the beat, swirling his hips and twisting his shoulders as the beat resonated through his body and got stuck in his head… it was intoxication and Key felt himself getting slightly lightheaded as his vision blurred all on its own.
He saw Jonghyun’s hand slide into his pants and watched as the vocalist slid his palm over his dick, his hips quaking slightly as he pushed up into his hand. He watched Jinki do the same and he watched Minho… Minho was just watching. Just like he said he would.
Jinki settled on the couch next to Minho and bit his lip as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his erection and Minho’s eyes flashed down to the treasure, and all three resisted the urge to chuckle as the tall rapper’s eyes widened at the sight. But Jinki gave a satisfied smirk and a chuckle as his fingers flitted over the hot shaft, clearly amused and used to such reactions.
Key stepped forward and slid over Jonghyun’s lap, pulling the shirt off of the older boy’s body and rolling his own, teasing the hem of his shirt up to reveal his milky white skin. Jonghyun’s hand stayed in his pants and it took every ounce of self control he had to not just grab Key and throw him down to the floor; Jinki reached out and let his hand slide over one of Key’s plump ass cheeks, squeezing it through the material of the tight pants and giving a light slap. Key crooned and his back curved into a beautiful s-line as Jinki continued to molest and massage his ass, fingers dipping and catching on the belt and pulling the pants further down on narrow hips.
Minho reached out, then, finally making another move and putting his hand in Jinki’s lap. The leader let out a harsh pant and bucked his hips, giving an unintentionally hard squeeze to Key’s ass making the diva gasp and drop his head to start mouthing along Jonghyun’s throat. Jonghyun reached out and relented in touching Minho, grabbing the hem of the rapper’s shirt and tugging at it in a gruff manner; Minho got the hint and pulled his shirt up over his head and pulled Jinki’s off of his body as well, the pile of clothes growing on the dance floor minute by minute.
Jinki unbuckled Key’s belt and slid the leather through the loops and it sounded just like Minho had imagined it would sound, and it clattered to the floor but the sound was drowned out by Jinki’s moan as Minho’s fist started to pump his cock.
So much was happening all at once and soon clothes were completely gone and arousals were bobbing and skin was flushed and eyes were glazed over and lips were parted to try and suck in more oxygen to their blood-deprived brains; Key was sprawled length-wise on the couch and Jinki was above him, pushing his fat cock into that velvet mouth. Jonghyun was between Key’s legs spitting into his hand and pressing his fingers inside of the diva’s heat, hissing at the tightness as he had one leg propped up on the couch and the other on the floor for leverage.
Minho stood back for a moment to take in the glorious picture, the rawness of it and the blistering intensity. Key was beautiful, sprawled out as he gave and received pleasure in such an obscene way. Jinki looked powerful, kneeling above Key and pushing his fat cock between plump lips, his brows furrowed and his lips parted as he watched Key with a concentrated rapture. And Jonghyun… he looked way too in his element, between Key’s legs and prepping the writhing diva.
Smirking to himself, Minho moved behind Jonghyun and kneeled down on the floor, reaching up to grasp the older boy’s hips. Jonghyun froze and tensed and it was obvious he didn’t like anyone being behind him, but Minho ignored that completely as he used his hands to part Jonghyun’s ass cheeks and lean in, running his tongue down the crevice. Jonghyun’s head dipped forward and he let out a frayed breath, and Minho wasted no time in going for the gold as his tongue swirled around Jonghyun’s virgin entrance.
Jonghyun still hadn’t entered Key and Jinki was perfectly content with the vacuum around his dick as Key’s tongue swirled around the fat shaft and the dripping tip, saliva dribbling down the diva’s chin as he gasped and sucked in breath, taking Jinki’s cock like it was the tastiest thing that had ever graced his lips. And Jonghyun knew that Key loved sucking Jinki’s cock over Jonghyun’s; hell, if Jonghyun liked to suck cock he’d want to suck Jinki’s too, so he wasn’t offended. Besides, that meant that while Key was busy up there with the leader Jonghyun could use and abuse that tight hole that seemed to never loosen up no matter how many times it got fucked, either by Jonghyun’s or Jinki’s cock.
They had a system that worked out for all three of them and they alternated positions as they saw fit but Jonghyun had never had anything near his ass, ever.
Until Minho decided to shove his tongue inside.
But fuck if it didn’t feel good, Jonghyun bending over slightly and pushing his ass onto Minho’s face as he felt the other spitting onto his skin and wetting the area thoroughly. Jonghyun grit his teeth as he spit into his dick, his movements jerky and clumsy as Minho tongue-fucked his ass and God the sensations running through Jonghyun’s body were just almost too much.
So before he lost it, he shoved himself deep inside Key without warning.
Key choked around Jinki’s dick and pulled away, crying out and reaching up one hand to grasp at Jinki’s hip as the other hand grasped onto Jonghyun’s bicep, anchoring himself as his body was split in half. Jonghyun was never usually gentle with him, that was Jinki’s forte but it still was a shock even though Key was used to it. Jinki cooed and pet Key’s hair before he leaned over Key’s body and locked lips with Jonghyun, who let out a small noise as their tongues pushed together and their teeth meshed, Key’s mouth returning to Jinki’s cock.
Alongside Minho’s tongue Jonghyun felt a finger probing and it was uncomfortable but he just reminded himself that he just nearly speared Key in half so surely a finger shouldn’t be too bad. He kept that mindset for the second and third fingers but when he felt Minho pull away and prop himself up on the couch, Jonghyun’s blood ran cold and his hips stilled with his dick buried deep within Key, frozen as he waited for what was about to come.
Minho’s hand curled around his hip and it was warm, it was surprisingly comforting and Jonghyun relaxed slightly as he felt Minho’s lips kissing along his shoulder blades and the back of his neck. That was as careful as Minho got, though, before he slammed home in one go and Jonghyun cried out so loud that Jinki clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. Tears sprung in the vocalists’ eyes and Key cried out, too, since the force of Minho’s initial thrust sent Jonghyun so much deeper into his body, pressing against his g-spot inexorably.
“Fuck fuck fuck Jonghyun please move,” Key whined and Jonghyun wanted to comply, he did, but his body was so numb from the pain that was shooting through his limbs that he was frozen.
Minho corrected that by pulling out a fraction and pushing back into Jonghyun, the motion moving the vocalist inside of Key’s body, the diva letting out a satisfied hum as he once again engulfed Jinki’s cock, the leader sighing into Jonghyun’s shoulder where he buried his face.
The rhythm was slightly awkward at first, the fourth person adding a new element that they needed to get used to, since they were so used to the routine they had mapped out from them. But Minho reached around and his hand slid along Key’ side and hip for a moment before it found Key’s dick and his lips pressed against Jinki’s forehead, where his head was resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder and they all locked together in that instant, all connected by Minho’s extending actions.
Jinki came first, and as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed Key pulled off and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as rope after rope of hot cum splattered onto his lips and tongue, the diva panting heavily as he licked up all of the remains. Key came next, coating Minho’s hand in the hot liquid as his body tightened around Jonghyun’s dick; Jonghyun groaned and tightened as well and Minho canted his hips to slam against the vocalists’ spot repeatedly and Jonghyun came violently inside of Key, the diva sighing with the warmth that coated his insides.
Minho was still thrusting, his hips snapping forward and skin slapping on skin before suddenly he was being pulled away from the tight vice of Jonghyun’s ass, but what greeted him next was way better than the vocalist’s virgin heat.
All three boys moved towards his cock, mouths open and tongues out; Jinki was sloppy in his ministrations, all eager and excited to taste Minho. Key was calculated and knew just where to lick and suck, experience overriding eagerness. Jonghyun was just plain awkward but he warmed up to the idea as the heat of the moment clouded his mind and he thought about nothing other than bringing Minho release.
The rapper tipped his head back slightly as he jerked his cock, three tongues dancing along the shaft as Key’s mouth slipped down to suck one of his balls into his mouth and vacuum it in, laving his tongue over it as Jonghyun’s lips encircled the tip and Jinki’s mouth took care of his other teste.
And it was like that that Minho came viciously, his cum spattering in thick hot ropes, Jonghyun pulling back after the first wave so the pearly liquid spilled into Jinki’s and Key’s hair, before dripping down their noses and to their chins.
The three looked thoroughly debauched as Minho slumped back against the couch; Key licked Jinki’s face clean and proceeded to do the same to Jonghyun, while Jinki cleaned up Minho’s softening cock.
The air cooled and Key stayed slumped on the floor against Minho’s legs, his cheek resting on Minho’s knee. Jonghyun moved up onto the couch and gave Minho a wary gaze - Minho rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Jonghyun’s shoulder and pulled him into his side. Jinki sat down on the floor next to Key and his cheek took up residence on Minho’s other knee and a collective, satisfied sigh passed through their lips.
Key’s head tilted up and he glanced up at Jonghyun and Minho, noting how Jonghyun’s cheek nestled in the crook of Minho’s neck and the diva shared an affectionate smile with Minho. Jinki smiled lazily and reached up to lace his fingers with Minho as Minho started to trail his hand up and down Jonghyun’s bicep, Key chuckling a bit to himself as he extracted himself from the picture perfect portrait of pure sedation.
“I still need to work on that dance,” the diva said as he stood on shaky legs.
Minho arched a brow, “You’re going to start this all over again.”
“It’s alright,” Key said, tossing the other rapper a smile. “I knew you were undressing me with your eyes this whole time, anyway.”
Pairing: Onew/Jonghyun/Key/Minho
Rating: NC-17
A/N: I’m on a roll I can’t stop. :|
shan_ah_non and plainsong101 are completely responsible for this. xD
[ Sweat] [ Participation]
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It was so obvious.
It was painfully obvious.
It was obvious in the way their touches would linger, it was obvious in the way that Key’s eyes would flash dangerously at Jonghyun before they softened and the blow was nullified. It was obvious in the way Jinki failed all over the place and Key merely pat him on the shoulder and said ‘dork’ with a decidedly affectionate tone.
It was obvious, here in the dance studio as they practiced without their maknae, that there was something going on between Jinki, Jonghyun and Key.
It was so obvious that it was grating on Minho’s nerves.
His large eyes watched as Key worked on his and Taemin’s solo (sans Taemin, the maknae was still at school at this hour), body twisting and popping and locking in all the right places, his expression fierce in the mirror as he focused solely on himself.
On either side of Minho on the long cushy couch Jonghyun and Jinki were seated, and to anyone else they would have looked like the picture of calm.
Minho knew better.
Jonghyun’s foot was tapping on the hardwood floor, the motion jarring his knee and his thigh. His elbow was on the arm of the couch and he had his chin resting in his hand, his fingers splayed over his mouth as his eyes honed in on the dancing Key.
Jinki kept shifting, crossing and uncrossing his thick legs. His hands smoothed down his sweats, straightening the material on his strong thighs before they rested on either knee, fingers drumming. He was less obvious about his staring, occasionally turning his head and body to press ‘rewind’ and ‘play’ on the CD player when Key asked him to as he continued to work on perfecting the moves.
Minho’s tongue shifted inside of his mouth as his eyes leveled on Key as well, watching that s-line, watching his legs shift and his hands complement every move like he had come out of the womb dancing and would die dancing.
Taemin was an amazing dancer, no doubt. The kid was a machine.
But Key had a different kind of dance, a powerful dance that drew you in and made it so you couldn’t tear your gaze away. His ferocious stare coupled with the few smirks that curled over his plump lips made it impossible to pay attention to anyone else.
Key’s eyes met Minho’s through the reflection and Minho tensed, one of those smirks curling over Key’s lips as he went into a slide and their gaze was broke. All of a sudden Minho thought about how Key would look attached to a pole, sliding up and down the silver object and mimicking all sorts of naughty things with his body. Minho imagined Key’s hoodie being unzipped slowly, revealing the black wife beater underneath, collar bones protruding from the straps. He imagined that belt sliding free, loop by loop, he imagined Key sending him a saucy wink as he ran the leather up and down one arm before letting the belt drop to the floor. He imagined long fingers skirting along the hem of his tight jeans, he imagined those fingers unbuttoning them and dragging the zipper down tooth by tooth. He imagined Key biting his fat lower lip and those feline eyes hooding as his hips swayed and he slid out of those tight jeans, revealing black Calvin Klein underwear with a hot pink band, Key’s favorite pair.
He imagined the other rapper leaving his pants unbuttoned and dragged down only a few inches to expose his underwear and his bulge, instead abandoning the simple act of taking off his pants and sliding nimble fingers to the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his flat stomach. He imagined Key grabbing the material and pulling it over his head slowly, his hair getting messy from the shirt catching on his ears but he’d pull it off anyway and make it look sexy as hell.
“Yah, you did that part wrong.”
Minho was snapped out of his fantasy and if he had the decency, he would have blushed. Jonghyun stood from the couch and walked over to Key with a certain swag Minho didn’t know the vocalist could have, and suddenly Minho’s mind was busy fantasizing again.
He imagined how Jonghyun and Key were behind closed doors. There was always so much tension between them even when they were around the other members and it was obvious it was sexual tension.
Minho licked his lips and his eyes hooded slightly, his posture relaxed with his ankle over his knee and his arms folded loosely across his chest.
His mind went back to the topless Key, pants unbuttoned to reveal his Calvin Klein’s. Jonghyun was there now, his black Ramones shirt tight on his body and showing off his sculpted pectorals and slightly bulging biceps. He imagined Jonghyun leaning forward and sliding his tan fingers along Key’s ghostly pallor, he imagined Key’s lower lip being freed from his teeth as a soft sound left his lips. He imagined Jonghyun’s head lowering and his tongue coming out to lave at sharp collar bones, he imagined his strong hands gripping onto Key’s hips possessively and bringing him closer.
But then Jinki entered his fantasy and Minho wouldn’t deny that.
Jinki’s AC/DC shirt was three shades darker with the amount of sweat seeping through the material, and one hand moved to gently tangle in Key’s chocolate locks and guide his head to tilt to the side as his fat lips slid along that slender, gorgeous neck. Jonghyun would reach out and skirt his fingers along Jinki’s abdomen before settling on his forearm, the three of them such a contrasting, beautiful picture.
“Minho?”
Minho blinked and the reality was that the three older boys were indeed all standing together, in quite close proximity. They were a few feet away from Minho and the tall boy could feel the heat surrounding him all of a sudden, suffocating him and clouding his mind. He knew his eyes were slightly glazed over, he knew his pants were tight and he knew that the other members knew exactly what was happening to him.
They didn’t know why.
Minho could change that.
The tall rapper stayed seated and his tongue slid out of his mouth to wet his lips, dragging slowly along them and he saw how they all zeroed in on that simple act. He smirked lightly and unfolded his arms, running his hands along his slender thighs.
“You’re in a threesome,” Minho said coolly.
Jinki flushed so red he looked like he might faint, Key let out a small squeak and covered his mouth, but Jonghyun… Jonghyun smirked just as coolly as Minho and arched a brow.
“Yeah?” the vocalist said, folding his arms loosely over his chest and moving slightly in front of the other two, as if he were protecting them.
As if he intimidated Minho at all.
Chuckling, Minho let out a breath and lowered his gaze for a brief moment, before he glanced up and the smirk on his lips made the three other boys’ knees buckle.
“I want to see.”
Jinki clutched onto Key for support, and he probably really was going to faint. Key’s eyes widened slightly and his jaw dropped, and Jonghyun once again was the most composed out of the three.
“You’d have to join,” Jonghyun said with a shrug.
Key flashed a warning glance at the back of Jonghyun’s head and everyone knew the older boy could feel the glare. He ignored it as a raptor smile curled crookedly on his lips, teeth barred in a challenging manner as he delivered the final blow.
“If you think you can handle it.”
Jinki looked between Jonghyun and Minho with watery eyes, like he was going to burst into tears or faint or have an aneurysm. But Minho stayed relaxed on the couch even though he tensed for the briefest of moments, his head cocked slightly to the side and the smirk on his lips dangerous.
Abso-fucking-lutely dangerous.
Key shuddered as Minho’s eyes drifted over Jonghyun’s shoulder and landed on him and fuck him watching Key dance was hard enough to do without just melting to the floor from the burning stare but now that it was directed at him after hearing the words Minho and Jonghyun were exchanging… Key reached and clasped Jinki’s hand, their fingers entangling tightly.
“I’ll watch,” Minho said again, more firm this time. “If I like what I see, then I’ll join.”
Jonghyun scoffed, “You act like we’d be privileged to have you with us.”
“You would be.”
That statement cut through the air like a whip and snapped Jinki and Key’s attention to Minho and the tension crackled between Jonghyun and Minho so audibly that Key and Jinki took a step back. Minho and Jonghyun had never been best friends - they were close as bandmates but that was usually where their relationship stopped, both of them too cocky to swallow their pride and be proper friends.
It was a stalemate now and Key didn’t want to deal with this - it was humiliating enough to be found out so easily (even though the silent Minho was a genius in his own right) and he just didn’t want to stick around, to be frank. He tugged on Jinki’s hand and nodded his head to the side, hinting to Jinki that he wanted to leave the room.
They barely made it two steps before Minho spoke again.
“Don’t leave. I’m serious.”
Jonghyun bristled, “Don’t tell them what to do.”
“I can’t, but you can?” Minho shot back, his posture still cool and relaxed as Jonghyun clenched his fists at his sides.
“You aren’t involved,” Jonghyun spat, and finally Minho stood, towering over the vocalist, but the smaller man not backing down one bit as he tilted his chin up in order to level Minho with his glare.
God, this was too much. Key was humiliated at first but now seeing the animosity between the rapper and the vocalist, his skin was getting hot, his cheeks flushing and his eyes prickling with wetness. Jinki gave his hand a squeeze and Key glanced over, only to see Jinki transfixed on the other two as well.
“Let him watch,” Key found himself saying, and he nearly took back the statement when Jonghyun rounded on him but God it would be just perfect to have Minho join them, even just as a voyeur.
But Jonghyun saw the desperation in Key’s eyes, he saw Jinki avoiding his gaze, obviously on Key’s side, and he glanced back to see Minho’s eyes raking over the rapper and the leader slowly. And Jonghyun relented, dropping his defensive stance, his adrenaline pumping from the previous possibility of having to physically defend himself - it wouldn’t be the first time he and Minho had gotten in a rumble.
It just would have been the first time they got in a rumble over having sex with each other.
“Fine,” Jonghyun said, the bite seeping out of his words as he saw Key’s and Jinki’s eyes light up.
“Right now,” Minho said, and Key let out an indignant squawk.
“Now!?”
Minho dragged his tongue over his lips again and three sets of eyes zoomed in on the action. “Should I start?” he asked, his voice full of cocky pride as if he had done this a million times before.
Not to be outdone, Jonghyun turned and smashed his lips against Key’s, the diva’s knees buckling slightly with the force as his hands raised to grasp onto Jonghyun’s taut Ramones shirt, almost having no spare material to hang on to due to how tightly it was stretched across Jonghyun’s body.
Jinki let out a soft whimper, his hand now empty of Key’s fingers and he watched wistfully as Jonghyun devoured Key’s mouth - Jonghyun tilted his head to the side and glanced at Jinki, reaching out and pulling the other over by the material of his t-shirt and pulling him close. Jinki’s lips moved to Jonghyun’s jaw and started to trail over the flesh and they were all aware of Minho’s gaze as their hands shyly moved over each other.
Only Jonghyun was being bold about his actions, instantly sliding his hand underneath Jinki’s shirt and up over a nipple, swiping his thumb over the flesh roughly. Jinki let out a soft sound and arched into the touch and Jonghyun’s hand curled around Key’s hip possessively just like Minho knew he would and it really was the perfect portrait.
Dominant Jonghyun, equal-opportunist Jinki, and vixen Key.
One thing was missing, though.
Minho found himself stepping forward without his mind’s consent, his body already intent on what it was going to do. He moved to the other side of Key and Jonghyun, opposite of Jinki, and he first skated his hand up Key’s arm. He felt the diva shudder and the kiss between him and Jonghyun broke, Key’s head tilting as Jonghyun worked on his neck and those feline eyes fell on Minho. Minho’s large eyes were hooded and glazed over once again and the taller rapper leaned down and pressed his lips against Key’s, the diva melting into the kiss and a whimper escaping his throat as his hand reached up to curl his fingers into Minho’s loose tee.
Jonghyun flashed Minho a slightly jealous glare, but it soon passed as Key’s other hand found its way into his pants. The vocalists’ eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted in a moan and Jinki was dropping to his knees, kissing along the sliver of flesh that was exposed when Key’s shirt rode up and separated from his pants.
Standing was going to become a hazard quickly and Minho and Jonghyun shared the same wavelength as they guided both Key and Jinki back to the couch. Somehow Jonghyun and Minho ended up on the couch, though, tossed back by Key’s hands that were surprisingly forceful. Jonghyun’s eyes were slightly wide with the change of pace within the diva but Minho looked like he knew what Key was capable of.
“Jinki… Music?” Key purred, leaning over to give Jinki a deep, wet kiss with plenty of tongue.
Jinki nodded and broke away from the kiss and moved to the CD player, turning it onto the next song on the track. It wasn’t a SHINee song, Key had thrown it on the CD just as a last ditch effort for entertainment during down times when he wasn’t practicing his routine. The beats filled the room and Jinki swallowed the lump in his throat as Key started to move his body methodically to the music, his heated gaze shifting from Jonghyun to Minho to Jinki and back to Jonghyun.
He understood Jonghyun’s jealousy, in fact he didn’t think Jonghyun would be an easy lover. But fuck to have all three of those gazes on his body as he moved to the beat, swirling his hips and twisting his shoulders as the beat resonated through his body and got stuck in his head… it was intoxication and Key felt himself getting slightly lightheaded as his vision blurred all on its own.
He saw Jonghyun’s hand slide into his pants and watched as the vocalist slid his palm over his dick, his hips quaking slightly as he pushed up into his hand. He watched Jinki do the same and he watched Minho… Minho was just watching. Just like he said he would.
Jinki settled on the couch next to Minho and bit his lip as he unbuttoned his pants and freed his erection and Minho’s eyes flashed down to the treasure, and all three resisted the urge to chuckle as the tall rapper’s eyes widened at the sight. But Jinki gave a satisfied smirk and a chuckle as his fingers flitted over the hot shaft, clearly amused and used to such reactions.
Key stepped forward and slid over Jonghyun’s lap, pulling the shirt off of the older boy’s body and rolling his own, teasing the hem of his shirt up to reveal his milky white skin. Jonghyun’s hand stayed in his pants and it took every ounce of self control he had to not just grab Key and throw him down to the floor; Jinki reached out and let his hand slide over one of Key’s plump ass cheeks, squeezing it through the material of the tight pants and giving a light slap. Key crooned and his back curved into a beautiful s-line as Jinki continued to molest and massage his ass, fingers dipping and catching on the belt and pulling the pants further down on narrow hips.
Minho reached out, then, finally making another move and putting his hand in Jinki’s lap. The leader let out a harsh pant and bucked his hips, giving an unintentionally hard squeeze to Key’s ass making the diva gasp and drop his head to start mouthing along Jonghyun’s throat. Jonghyun reached out and relented in touching Minho, grabbing the hem of the rapper’s shirt and tugging at it in a gruff manner; Minho got the hint and pulled his shirt up over his head and pulled Jinki’s off of his body as well, the pile of clothes growing on the dance floor minute by minute.
Jinki unbuckled Key’s belt and slid the leather through the loops and it sounded just like Minho had imagined it would sound, and it clattered to the floor but the sound was drowned out by Jinki’s moan as Minho’s fist started to pump his cock.
So much was happening all at once and soon clothes were completely gone and arousals were bobbing and skin was flushed and eyes were glazed over and lips were parted to try and suck in more oxygen to their blood-deprived brains; Key was sprawled length-wise on the couch and Jinki was above him, pushing his fat cock into that velvet mouth. Jonghyun was between Key’s legs spitting into his hand and pressing his fingers inside of the diva’s heat, hissing at the tightness as he had one leg propped up on the couch and the other on the floor for leverage.
Minho stood back for a moment to take in the glorious picture, the rawness of it and the blistering intensity. Key was beautiful, sprawled out as he gave and received pleasure in such an obscene way. Jinki looked powerful, kneeling above Key and pushing his fat cock between plump lips, his brows furrowed and his lips parted as he watched Key with a concentrated rapture. And Jonghyun… he looked way too in his element, between Key’s legs and prepping the writhing diva.
Smirking to himself, Minho moved behind Jonghyun and kneeled down on the floor, reaching up to grasp the older boy’s hips. Jonghyun froze and tensed and it was obvious he didn’t like anyone being behind him, but Minho ignored that completely as he used his hands to part Jonghyun’s ass cheeks and lean in, running his tongue down the crevice. Jonghyun’s head dipped forward and he let out a frayed breath, and Minho wasted no time in going for the gold as his tongue swirled around Jonghyun’s virgin entrance.
Jonghyun still hadn’t entered Key and Jinki was perfectly content with the vacuum around his dick as Key’s tongue swirled around the fat shaft and the dripping tip, saliva dribbling down the diva’s chin as he gasped and sucked in breath, taking Jinki’s cock like it was the tastiest thing that had ever graced his lips. And Jonghyun knew that Key loved sucking Jinki’s cock over Jonghyun’s; hell, if Jonghyun liked to suck cock he’d want to suck Jinki’s too, so he wasn’t offended. Besides, that meant that while Key was busy up there with the leader Jonghyun could use and abuse that tight hole that seemed to never loosen up no matter how many times it got fucked, either by Jonghyun’s or Jinki’s cock.
They had a system that worked out for all three of them and they alternated positions as they saw fit but Jonghyun had never had anything near his ass, ever.
Until Minho decided to shove his tongue inside.
But fuck if it didn’t feel good, Jonghyun bending over slightly and pushing his ass onto Minho’s face as he felt the other spitting onto his skin and wetting the area thoroughly. Jonghyun grit his teeth as he spit into his dick, his movements jerky and clumsy as Minho tongue-fucked his ass and God the sensations running through Jonghyun’s body were just almost too much.
So before he lost it, he shoved himself deep inside Key without warning.
Key choked around Jinki’s dick and pulled away, crying out and reaching up one hand to grasp at Jinki’s hip as the other hand grasped onto Jonghyun’s bicep, anchoring himself as his body was split in half. Jonghyun was never usually gentle with him, that was Jinki’s forte but it still was a shock even though Key was used to it. Jinki cooed and pet Key’s hair before he leaned over Key’s body and locked lips with Jonghyun, who let out a small noise as their tongues pushed together and their teeth meshed, Key’s mouth returning to Jinki’s cock.
Alongside Minho’s tongue Jonghyun felt a finger probing and it was uncomfortable but he just reminded himself that he just nearly speared Key in half so surely a finger shouldn’t be too bad. He kept that mindset for the second and third fingers but when he felt Minho pull away and prop himself up on the couch, Jonghyun’s blood ran cold and his hips stilled with his dick buried deep within Key, frozen as he waited for what was about to come.
Minho’s hand curled around his hip and it was warm, it was surprisingly comforting and Jonghyun relaxed slightly as he felt Minho’s lips kissing along his shoulder blades and the back of his neck. That was as careful as Minho got, though, before he slammed home in one go and Jonghyun cried out so loud that Jinki clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. Tears sprung in the vocalists’ eyes and Key cried out, too, since the force of Minho’s initial thrust sent Jonghyun so much deeper into his body, pressing against his g-spot inexorably.
“Fuck fuck fuck Jonghyun please move,” Key whined and Jonghyun wanted to comply, he did, but his body was so numb from the pain that was shooting through his limbs that he was frozen.
Minho corrected that by pulling out a fraction and pushing back into Jonghyun, the motion moving the vocalist inside of Key’s body, the diva letting out a satisfied hum as he once again engulfed Jinki’s cock, the leader sighing into Jonghyun’s shoulder where he buried his face.
The rhythm was slightly awkward at first, the fourth person adding a new element that they needed to get used to, since they were so used to the routine they had mapped out from them. But Minho reached around and his hand slid along Key’ side and hip for a moment before it found Key’s dick and his lips pressed against Jinki’s forehead, where his head was resting on Jonghyun’s shoulder and they all locked together in that instant, all connected by Minho’s extending actions.
Jinki came first, and as his balls tightened and his cock throbbed Key pulled off and opened his mouth, closing his eyes as rope after rope of hot cum splattered onto his lips and tongue, the diva panting heavily as he licked up all of the remains. Key came next, coating Minho’s hand in the hot liquid as his body tightened around Jonghyun’s dick; Jonghyun groaned and tightened as well and Minho canted his hips to slam against the vocalists’ spot repeatedly and Jonghyun came violently inside of Key, the diva sighing with the warmth that coated his insides.
Minho was still thrusting, his hips snapping forward and skin slapping on skin before suddenly he was being pulled away from the tight vice of Jonghyun’s ass, but what greeted him next was way better than the vocalist’s virgin heat.
All three boys moved towards his cock, mouths open and tongues out; Jinki was sloppy in his ministrations, all eager and excited to taste Minho. Key was calculated and knew just where to lick and suck, experience overriding eagerness. Jonghyun was just plain awkward but he warmed up to the idea as the heat of the moment clouded his mind and he thought about nothing other than bringing Minho release.
The rapper tipped his head back slightly as he jerked his cock, three tongues dancing along the shaft as Key’s mouth slipped down to suck one of his balls into his mouth and vacuum it in, laving his tongue over it as Jonghyun’s lips encircled the tip and Jinki’s mouth took care of his other teste.
And it was like that that Minho came viciously, his cum spattering in thick hot ropes, Jonghyun pulling back after the first wave so the pearly liquid spilled into Jinki’s and Key’s hair, before dripping down their noses and to their chins.
The three looked thoroughly debauched as Minho slumped back against the couch; Key licked Jinki’s face clean and proceeded to do the same to Jonghyun, while Jinki cleaned up Minho’s softening cock.
The air cooled and Key stayed slumped on the floor against Minho’s legs, his cheek resting on Minho’s knee. Jonghyun moved up onto the couch and gave Minho a wary gaze - Minho rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around Jonghyun’s shoulder and pulled him into his side. Jinki sat down on the floor next to Key and his cheek took up residence on Minho’s other knee and a collective, satisfied sigh passed through their lips.
Key’s head tilted up and he glanced up at Jonghyun and Minho, noting how Jonghyun’s cheek nestled in the crook of Minho’s neck and the diva shared an affectionate smile with Minho. Jinki smiled lazily and reached up to lace his fingers with Minho as Minho started to trail his hand up and down Jonghyun’s bicep, Key chuckling a bit to himself as he extracted himself from the picture perfect portrait of pure sedation.
“I still need to work on that dance,” the diva said as he stood on shaky legs.
Minho arched a brow, “You’re going to start this all over again.”
“It’s alright,” Key said, tossing the other rapper a smile. “I knew you were undressing me with your eyes this whole time, anyway.”