"Is coming to my dance show a boyfriend thing?" Jongin asks Sehun. "Or can that be a friend thing?" There should be guidelines for this. Maybe on audiobook or something, because Jongin is not a huge fan of reading. /SNICKERING
"Does your not-boyfriend mind that we're going out?" Yixing asks, and Jongin looks at his socks.
"He's my not-boyfriend," Jongin says. "So it doesn't matter." L O L. Yixing, wow. way to be obvious.
His hair is a mess and he can't dance at all.
That doesn't seem to stop the equally tiny man he's dancing with, equally hapless on the dance floor. The other man has nice calves. Maybe nicer than Jongin's but that doesn't mean it's okay for Joonmyun to be dancing with him.
Not that Jongin can say anything. Not that Jongin has the right to be upset.
"Jonginnie, please," Lu Han says. "I don't even know which one of them it is but the sheer amount of uncoordinated movement is tragic." /DYING BRB SDLKFHSLKDJHFLSKHDF DSF I HAVE FALLEN AND I CANNOT GET UP WHERE IS THE CRACK POLICE?
"You have a show tomorrow, don't you?" A pleasant, slightly chiding from a new direction. Like someone who worried about Jongin. Jongin knows that voice. He turns his head over his shoulder to see that Joonmyun has sidled up behind him. Jongin hadn't expected to be noticed. Joonmyun had looked absorbed in the music.
But here he is. So much for ignoring.
"What's it to you, hyung? It's not a Finance test." Joonmyun squeezes in between Jongin and Lu Han at the bar. Jongin… JONGIN…
"What would you do," whispers Jongin into Joonmyun's neck, "if I got down on my knees right now and sucked you off in front of everyone?" Joonmyun takes a shivering breath. "So that everyone knew you were mine?"
"Who said I'm yours?" replies Joonmyun, as Jongin grinds against him harder, their erections pressing together. Jongin's jeans are too tight. The dance floor is too hot. Joonmyun is hotter.
"What if I fucked you, instead?" Joonmyun says. Jongin drops his head to Joonmyun's shoulder as he feels his climax approaching. Joonmyun's breath is sticky on his neck. Joonmyun's hands are warm in his back pockets.
"As long as it was me," Jongin says, "and not anyone else."
Joonmyun looks at him, eyes as wide and puzzled as Jongin's ever seen them, and opens his mouth to speak, but then he throws his head back instead, coming against Jongin's thigh. Jongin follows shortly after, the friction burning as much as it feels good, and he collapses against Joonmyun, crushing him to the wall. WHATUP. WE ABOUT TO SEE A SHOW.
It's a dragon in his stomach.
"But you're not dating him," Boa says, as she pets Sehun's hair. "I don't get it." /CHOKES AND LAUGHS BOA? OH MY GOD. BOA-NOONA…WHAT. WHY. LOL. I DIDN'T THINK IT'D BE HER AS SEHUN'S GIRLFRIEND. AHAHHHAHA WOW THIS IS SHIPPABLE OKAY.
"I wrote it in my planner months ago," Jongin mumbles, keeping his hands to himself.
"You don't have a planner," says Joonmyun, but he brushes his fingers across Jongin's knuckles and it is as good as Joonmyun saying 'Good job'.
"Your tutee came," Kyuhyun says, interrupting them. His eyes are dancing. The way he says tutee is filthy. Joonmyun frowns up at him with slight disapproval. So cute.
"Well," Joonmyun says, winking at Jongin, "he's a little more than that."
Someone has poured lighter fluid all over Jongin's insides and set him on fire, that's how hot and flushed he is. He should say something.
"Interesting," Kyuhyun says. "Very interesting." praise the gods of fanfics and pop.
"That is…" Jongin huffs as Joonmyun slides in the tip of his finger, just up to the first knuckle. It is not enough. Jongin has been hard and on his hands and knees for over twenty minutes now, Joonmyun slowly wrecking him with barely any touch at all. "A very…"
Crooking his fingers down, he searches. Jongin's cock is so fucking hard. Every time he takes a deep breath he can feel the weight of his erection and the trembling in his thighs. Joonmyun is so methodical. "Hyung, please."
He would like more fingers. He would like Joonmyun's pretty pale hand around his dick. He would like Joonmyun to replace his fingers with his penis. I…. /INCOHERENT.
"Tell me."
Jongin groans frustratedly.
"Or we could talk about the profit/loss ratio," Joonmyun says. "Your choice, Jongin-ah."
"Fuck," Jongin says, letting his head drop. His hair falls into his eyes. The torturous push and pull of Joonmyun's hand. Joonmyun's pinky is teasing at the rim now. Jongin's whole body is hyperaware. THIS IS ME THE WHOLE TIME READING THIS PORN. SNICKERING AT JONGIN WRITHING AND TREMBLING B/C DAYUM HE'S GETTING THE BEST OUT OF HIS TUTOR.
Jongin really likes Joonmyun. He really really really really likes Joonmyun. And really, who needs a porn star when you have Joonmyun hard inside of you and patiently stroking you and telling you in soft almost indistinguishable murmurs how 'nice you look spread open like this'?
Jongin comes across the sheets, and struggles to hold himself up despite the jellylike state of his legs and arms.
Re: SO LIKE....I had this saved in my bookmarks along with many other fics a couple months ago...
/SNICKERING
"Does your not-boyfriend mind that we're going out?" Yixing asks, and Jongin looks at his socks.
"He's my not-boyfriend," Jongin says. "So it doesn't matter."
L O L. Yixing, wow. way to be obvious.
His hair is a mess and he can't dance at all.
That doesn't seem to stop the equally tiny man he's dancing with, equally hapless on the dance floor. The other man has nice calves. Maybe nicer than Jongin's but that doesn't mean it's okay for Joonmyun to be dancing with him.
Not that Jongin can say anything. Not that Jongin has the right to be upset.
"Jonginnie, please," Lu Han says. "I don't even know which one of them it is but the sheer amount of uncoordinated movement is tragic."
/DYING BRB SDLKFHSLKDJHFLSKHDF DSF I HAVE FALLEN AND I CANNOT GET UP WHERE IS THE CRACK POLICE?
"You have a show tomorrow, don't you?" A pleasant, slightly chiding from a new direction. Like someone who worried about Jongin. Jongin knows that voice. He turns his head over his shoulder to see that Joonmyun has sidled up behind him. Jongin hadn't expected to be noticed. Joonmyun had looked absorbed in the music.
But here he is. So much for ignoring.
"What's it to you, hyung? It's not a Finance test." Joonmyun squeezes in between Jongin and Lu Han at the bar.
Jongin…
JONGIN…
"What would you do," whispers Jongin into Joonmyun's neck, "if I got down on my knees right now and sucked you off in front of everyone?" Joonmyun takes a shivering breath. "So that everyone knew you were mine?"
"Who said I'm yours?" replies Joonmyun, as Jongin grinds against him harder, their erections pressing together. Jongin's jeans are too tight. The dance floor is too hot. Joonmyun is hotter.
"What if I fucked you, instead?" Joonmyun says. Jongin drops his head to Joonmyun's shoulder as he feels his climax approaching. Joonmyun's breath is sticky on his neck. Joonmyun's hands are warm in his back pockets.
"As long as it was me," Jongin says, "and not anyone else."
Joonmyun looks at him, eyes as wide and puzzled as Jongin's ever seen them, and opens his mouth to speak, but then he throws his head back instead, coming against Jongin's thigh. Jongin follows shortly after, the friction burning as much as it feels good, and he collapses against Joonmyun, crushing him to the wall.
WHATUP. WE ABOUT TO SEE A SHOW.
It's a dragon in his stomach.
"But you're not dating him," Boa says, as she pets Sehun's hair. "I don't get it."
/CHOKES AND LAUGHS
BOA? OH MY GOD. BOA-NOONA…WHAT. WHY. LOL. I DIDN'T THINK IT'D BE HER AS SEHUN'S GIRLFRIEND. AHAHHHAHA WOW THIS IS SHIPPABLE OKAY.
"I wrote it in my planner months ago," Jongin mumbles, keeping his hands to himself.
"You don't have a planner," says Joonmyun, but he brushes his fingers across Jongin's knuckles and it is as good as Joonmyun saying 'Good job'.
"Your tutee came," Kyuhyun says, interrupting them. His eyes are dancing. The way he says tutee is filthy. Joonmyun frowns up at him with slight disapproval. So cute.
"Well," Joonmyun says, winking at Jongin, "he's a little more than that."
Someone has poured lighter fluid all over Jongin's insides and set him on fire, that's how hot and flushed he is. He should say something.
"Interesting," Kyuhyun says. "Very interesting."
praise the gods of fanfics and pop.
"That is…" Jongin huffs as Joonmyun slides in the tip of his finger, just up to the first knuckle. It is not enough. Jongin has been hard and on his hands and knees for over twenty minutes now, Joonmyun slowly wrecking him with barely any touch at all. "A very…"
Crooking his fingers down, he searches. Jongin's cock is so fucking hard. Every time he takes a deep breath he can feel the weight of his erection and the trembling in his thighs. Joonmyun is so methodical. "Hyung, please."
He would like more fingers. He would like Joonmyun's pretty pale hand around his dick. He would like Joonmyun to replace his fingers with his penis.
I…. /INCOHERENT.
"Tell me."
Jongin groans frustratedly.
"Or we could talk about the profit/loss ratio," Joonmyun says. "Your choice, Jongin-ah."
"Fuck," Jongin says, letting his head drop. His hair falls into his eyes. The torturous push and pull of Joonmyun's hand. Joonmyun's pinky is teasing at the rim now. Jongin's whole body is hyperaware.
THIS IS ME THE WHOLE TIME READING THIS PORN.
SNICKERING AT JONGIN WRITHING AND TREMBLING B/C DAYUM HE'S GETTING THE BEST OUT OF HIS TUTOR.
Jongin really likes Joonmyun. He really really really really likes Joonmyun. And really, who needs a porn star when you have Joonmyun hard inside of you and patiently stroking you and telling you in soft almost indistinguishable murmurs how 'nice you look spread open like this'?
Jongin comes across the sheets, and struggles to hold himself up despite the jellylike state of his legs and arms.