Audience
Title: Audience
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: D.O/Kai
Warning: some spanking
Summary: This prompt right here. Originally posted here. Kyungsoo wants to show who Jongin really belongs to.
**
Kyungsoo isn’t jealous. And he isn’t possessive. He certainly isn’t going to act like that because one of his best friends decided to hang all over a certain Kim Jongin.
He certainly isn’t in a bad mood because the best friend keeps declaring on tv that he is Kim Jongin’s biggest fan.
And he certainly isn’t planning to show that friend just who Kim Jongin actually belongs to.
*
“Hyung.”
Kyungsoo had Jongin pressed up against his bedroom door as soon as they got back. Deep kisses, his tongue instantly plundering the others mouth. Jongin had looked so fuckable dancing on the stage, throwing his comehither looks at all and sundry.
He briefly wondered just how many people wished they were in the position he was in right now, with Jongin trapped between him and the door, panting into his neck, whining for attention.
The younger boy was pressing himself as much as he could along Kyungsoo’s front, his eagerness showing as he rutted against his hyung’s thigh. The elder smirked, “Are you really that desperate?”
Only a gentle whimper of submission was his reply as he pressed his lips along the younger’s jawline, pecking little kisses that he knew Jongin adored. Kyungsoo loved that even though the younger was stronger, taller and fitter he would bend and submit for him. There was something so sexy about someone so powerful and gorgeous begging for him. There was no power rush like it. Not that he didn’t know he was handsome as well, he knew he was good-looking, he could hardly be in SM, in EXO, if he wasn’t, but Jongin – Jongin was on another level.
There was no words that could probably describe how Jongin looked when he was on his knees staring up. Kyungsoo stroked those gorgeous cheeks as the younger mouthed at his crotch. Opening the zipper, the look Jongin gave, like all he wanted in life, all he cared about was Kyungsoo’s cock, Kyungsoo felt himself harden a little more before Jongin even sucked it into his mouth.
Jongin looked so perfect like this, sweaty, make-up residue still lingering around his eyes, hair mussed and his thick lips stretch so obscenely.
Kyungsoo almost considered fucking Jongin’s mouth until he came but no, that wasn’t what this was about. That wasn’t the plan. He could do that any day.
Grabbing Jongin by the hair, he had to tug sharply to get the boy to give up his cock. He chuckled at the pathetic whine the younger emitted.
“Strip and get on the bed.”
Kyungsoo was always amused by how quickly Jongin could undress. The boy was so enthusiastic and eager, showing just how much he was a hormonal teen still. Sprawling out on his back and using that stare he had flashed to the fangirls who chanted his name earlier, Kyungsoo felt a dark possessiveness come over him. It didn’t matter who he played for in public, as long as he remembered who he really belonged to. Not those girls, not the agency, not the band. Him.
“On your hands and knees. Ass in the air, like the good boy you are.”
Jongin did so with a languid air, no shyness at that moment. He knew he looked good like this, Kyungsoo told him sometimes, in great detail, just how good he looked spread out and presenting himself for his lover.
Kyungsoo let his hand fall down on the surprisingly pale cheek, “Now that wasn’t acting like a good boy was it?”
“Sorry hyung,” Jongin whispered, feeling repentant about his vanity. Kyungsoo always said that arrogance wasn’t attractive.
“You don’t sound very sorry,” Kyungsoo murmured as he rained a few more slaps down, each harder than the last. He wasn’t worried, Jongin was always very vocal about when he didn’t like something and the sight of Jongin’s still hard cock reassured him.
“I am.” Yet Jongin still wiggled his ass up towards the blows. Each alternating between cheeks, both now red and stinging.
“Hmmmm, that obviously isn’t a very good punishment. You’re enjoying it too much.”
Kyungsoo stopped and rubbed the red handprints that know marred the previously flawless flesh. Kneading them, while Jongin whined beneath him, and separating them to look at the twitching hole. Removing one of his hands and brushing his index finger down the crack, he let it catch in the rim, dipping in ever so slightly before moved down the perineum and stroking his balls.
“Please hyung, don’t tease.” Kyungsoo oh-so-thoughtfully dragged the finger back up, circling the hole this time, before going back down again.
“You have to say it nicer than that dongsaeng.”
“Please, please, please, don’t tease,” Jongin sounded like he’d cry any moment. Obviously he was either really wound up, or it had been way too long since they last did this. Normally the younger loved being teased, loved being edged again and again, nearer his release and then having it taken away from him.
“Since you sound so desperate, I’ll be nice this time. But next time Jongin, I won’t be.” The warning was clear, Kyungsoo never broke his word, what he said he meant. Jongin shuddered in a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The elder shuffled off to the side, moving bottles that lay around on the bedside table until he found the one he was after. Going back to kneeling between his lovers legs, he dribbled the cold lube directly on to his hole, watching the involuntary shuddering going up the younger’s back. Jongin always hated being cold but he didn’t make a sound as Kyungsoo rubbed the lube around the rim and sunk his finger into the heat. Wiggling it in, he smoothed his other hand down the other’s back, reassuring him and getting him to relax. Jongin thrived on touch, he shied away from it on camera and in public but in the privacy of their dorm he loved to snuggle and know that people were near him, paying him attention.
Once he was able to easily move one in and out, he added a second, twisting and scissoring them, preparing for the stretch later on. He aimed straight for the prostrate when he added the third, knowing that the burn on by now would be starting to irritate the younger. Jongin writhed and moaned, pushing back until Kyungsoo wasn’t even moving his hand at all, Jongin was riding it, intent on seeking out as much pleasure as possible.
Deciding that Jongin had had enough and noticing the time, Kyungsoo pulled out, causing Jongin to groan in protest and his hole to gape around thin air. He couldn’t resist watching it for a few long seconds as Jongin shuffled, uncomfortable, his face now buried in the duvet, muffling his pleading.
Moving forward to press light kisses up Jongin’s spine, he bit down harshly on his nape as he thrust in, taking in the yowl of the one beneath him. Taking a few moments for the younger to relax, the tension starting to seep out, Kyungsoo nipped light bruises along Jongin’s shoulders, claiming what was his, marking for others to see.
Starting up a rhythm that was getting faster and harder, Jongin panted, moaned and bit into the pillow which was getting damp with his tears and the spit from his ever open mouth. Kyungsoo hitting his spot and then missing, deliberately preventing him from chasing that orgasm to the end. Just as he was nearing his release, he heard Kyungsoo’s phone alarm beep once and fingers yank his head back, bearing his face for a wide eyed Chanyeol in the open door way to see.
Kyungsoo thrust right into his sweet spot at that very second, harder than any other time that night, the angle exaggerated with him being pulled up, the nerve endings on his head screaming in pain but adding to the intense pleasure and his back bent in an obscenely provocative way, skin red from the spanking, bruised from the bites and blotchy from his intense arousal. He was sure he was a sight, especially with his face shining from sweat and tears. He groaned as he came untouched, come spurting out on his chest and the bed in front of him. He made sure to project the erotic noise at the shocked rapper, because if he was there it was only because Kyungsoo wanted him there. And if Kyungsoo wanted Chanyeol to see Kim Jongin being fucked until he came on Do Kyungsoo’s cock alone then he would make sure he gave a good show.
He was an idol after all and idols always played for their audience.
**
This is for Miki who is an evil enabler and who encouraged me to fill this when I should've been working on other stuff orz *shame on you*
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: D.O/Kai
Warning: some spanking
Summary: This prompt right here. Originally posted here. Kyungsoo wants to show who Jongin really belongs to.
**
Kyungsoo isn’t jealous. And he isn’t possessive. He certainly isn’t going to act like that because one of his best friends decided to hang all over a certain Kim Jongin.
He certainly isn’t in a bad mood because the best friend keeps declaring on tv that he is Kim Jongin’s biggest fan.
And he certainly isn’t planning to show that friend just who Kim Jongin actually belongs to.
*
“Hyung.”
Kyungsoo had Jongin pressed up against his bedroom door as soon as they got back. Deep kisses, his tongue instantly plundering the others mouth. Jongin had looked so fuckable dancing on the stage, throwing his comehither looks at all and sundry.
He briefly wondered just how many people wished they were in the position he was in right now, with Jongin trapped between him and the door, panting into his neck, whining for attention.
The younger boy was pressing himself as much as he could along Kyungsoo’s front, his eagerness showing as he rutted against his hyung’s thigh. The elder smirked, “Are you really that desperate?”
Only a gentle whimper of submission was his reply as he pressed his lips along the younger’s jawline, pecking little kisses that he knew Jongin adored. Kyungsoo loved that even though the younger was stronger, taller and fitter he would bend and submit for him. There was something so sexy about someone so powerful and gorgeous begging for him. There was no power rush like it. Not that he didn’t know he was handsome as well, he knew he was good-looking, he could hardly be in SM, in EXO, if he wasn’t, but Jongin – Jongin was on another level.
There was no words that could probably describe how Jongin looked when he was on his knees staring up. Kyungsoo stroked those gorgeous cheeks as the younger mouthed at his crotch. Opening the zipper, the look Jongin gave, like all he wanted in life, all he cared about was Kyungsoo’s cock, Kyungsoo felt himself harden a little more before Jongin even sucked it into his mouth.
Jongin looked so perfect like this, sweaty, make-up residue still lingering around his eyes, hair mussed and his thick lips stretch so obscenely.
Kyungsoo almost considered fucking Jongin’s mouth until he came but no, that wasn’t what this was about. That wasn’t the plan. He could do that any day.
Grabbing Jongin by the hair, he had to tug sharply to get the boy to give up his cock. He chuckled at the pathetic whine the younger emitted.
“Strip and get on the bed.”
Kyungsoo was always amused by how quickly Jongin could undress. The boy was so enthusiastic and eager, showing just how much he was a hormonal teen still. Sprawling out on his back and using that stare he had flashed to the fangirls who chanted his name earlier, Kyungsoo felt a dark possessiveness come over him. It didn’t matter who he played for in public, as long as he remembered who he really belonged to. Not those girls, not the agency, not the band. Him.
“On your hands and knees. Ass in the air, like the good boy you are.”
Jongin did so with a languid air, no shyness at that moment. He knew he looked good like this, Kyungsoo told him sometimes, in great detail, just how good he looked spread out and presenting himself for his lover.
Kyungsoo let his hand fall down on the surprisingly pale cheek, “Now that wasn’t acting like a good boy was it?”
“Sorry hyung,” Jongin whispered, feeling repentant about his vanity. Kyungsoo always said that arrogance wasn’t attractive.
“You don’t sound very sorry,” Kyungsoo murmured as he rained a few more slaps down, each harder than the last. He wasn’t worried, Jongin was always very vocal about when he didn’t like something and the sight of Jongin’s still hard cock reassured him.
“I am.” Yet Jongin still wiggled his ass up towards the blows. Each alternating between cheeks, both now red and stinging.
“Hmmmm, that obviously isn’t a very good punishment. You’re enjoying it too much.”
Kyungsoo stopped and rubbed the red handprints that know marred the previously flawless flesh. Kneading them, while Jongin whined beneath him, and separating them to look at the twitching hole. Removing one of his hands and brushing his index finger down the crack, he let it catch in the rim, dipping in ever so slightly before moved down the perineum and stroking his balls.
“Please hyung, don’t tease.” Kyungsoo oh-so-thoughtfully dragged the finger back up, circling the hole this time, before going back down again.
“You have to say it nicer than that dongsaeng.”
“Please, please, please, don’t tease,” Jongin sounded like he’d cry any moment. Obviously he was either really wound up, or it had been way too long since they last did this. Normally the younger loved being teased, loved being edged again and again, nearer his release and then having it taken away from him.
“Since you sound so desperate, I’ll be nice this time. But next time Jongin, I won’t be.” The warning was clear, Kyungsoo never broke his word, what he said he meant. Jongin shuddered in a mixture of fear and anticipation.
The elder shuffled off to the side, moving bottles that lay around on the bedside table until he found the one he was after. Going back to kneeling between his lovers legs, he dribbled the cold lube directly on to his hole, watching the involuntary shuddering going up the younger’s back. Jongin always hated being cold but he didn’t make a sound as Kyungsoo rubbed the lube around the rim and sunk his finger into the heat. Wiggling it in, he smoothed his other hand down the other’s back, reassuring him and getting him to relax. Jongin thrived on touch, he shied away from it on camera and in public but in the privacy of their dorm he loved to snuggle and know that people were near him, paying him attention.
Once he was able to easily move one in and out, he added a second, twisting and scissoring them, preparing for the stretch later on. He aimed straight for the prostrate when he added the third, knowing that the burn on by now would be starting to irritate the younger. Jongin writhed and moaned, pushing back until Kyungsoo wasn’t even moving his hand at all, Jongin was riding it, intent on seeking out as much pleasure as possible.
Deciding that Jongin had had enough and noticing the time, Kyungsoo pulled out, causing Jongin to groan in protest and his hole to gape around thin air. He couldn’t resist watching it for a few long seconds as Jongin shuffled, uncomfortable, his face now buried in the duvet, muffling his pleading.
Moving forward to press light kisses up Jongin’s spine, he bit down harshly on his nape as he thrust in, taking in the yowl of the one beneath him. Taking a few moments for the younger to relax, the tension starting to seep out, Kyungsoo nipped light bruises along Jongin’s shoulders, claiming what was his, marking for others to see.
Starting up a rhythm that was getting faster and harder, Jongin panted, moaned and bit into the pillow which was getting damp with his tears and the spit from his ever open mouth. Kyungsoo hitting his spot and then missing, deliberately preventing him from chasing that orgasm to the end. Just as he was nearing his release, he heard Kyungsoo’s phone alarm beep once and fingers yank his head back, bearing his face for a wide eyed Chanyeol in the open door way to see.
Kyungsoo thrust right into his sweet spot at that very second, harder than any other time that night, the angle exaggerated with him being pulled up, the nerve endings on his head screaming in pain but adding to the intense pleasure and his back bent in an obscenely provocative way, skin red from the spanking, bruised from the bites and blotchy from his intense arousal. He was sure he was a sight, especially with his face shining from sweat and tears. He groaned as he came untouched, come spurting out on his chest and the bed in front of him. He made sure to project the erotic noise at the shocked rapper, because if he was there it was only because Kyungsoo wanted him there. And if Kyungsoo wanted Chanyeol to see Kim Jongin being fucked until he came on Do Kyungsoo’s cock alone then he would make sure he gave a good show.
He was an idol after all and idols always played for their audience.
**
This is for Miki who is an evil enabler and who encouraged me to fill this when I should've been working on other stuff orz *shame on you*