a fools errand
Pairing: Lee Jooheon/ I.M Changkyun
Rating: NC17
Summary: Some smutty hotel sex, because I can.
As soon as they get into the room, Jooheon’s lips are on his. The kiss is hot, the clash of teeth and fingers are sinking into his hair, yanking his head back until he submits to it. A little on the edge of wild and Changkyun moans, arching his back to press their hips together.
“How long?” A grumble against his throat as the kisses move down, little nips between sharp teeth and he’s whining- grabbing fistfuls of blazer.
“Just told them I forgot my phone” he says, stumbling a little as he’s walked backwards.
“15 tops” Jooheon says- they lock eyes for a minute before kissing again. This time it’s softer, and his thumb rubs up over Changkyun’s cheekbone. Jooheon looks so fucking good in his dark blue blazer- and the hunger in his veins is making him dizzy.
“Later baby, later I’m gonna take my time” a husky promise, and images whip through his mind- goosebumps raising on his arms at the intense look.
Another soft peck.
Then hands are gripping his hips, spinning him around and pushing until he falls forward against the bed. It’s high, his feet slip in dress shoes, and he’s going down to his chest.
“Fuck yeah” a groan, hands gripping his ass through his dress pants- sliding up around to cup his quickly hardening sex.
“Hyung” he hisses, arching into the touch. A couple squeezes and fingers slip up instead, undoing his belt and unzipping his fly.
His pants and underwear are yanked down as one, left at mid thigh, binding his legs together. Coupled with the slip of the floor and he can barely get up on his hands- a little harder thump in his chest at the helplessness of it.
The clack of a belt buckle, and he pushes his ass up as best he can- it’s been fucking weeks. He feels desire so deep, it’s been driving him insane.
“Hurry-“ he whispers, clenching and unclenching the blankets as he waits.
The warmth of the other’s length finally finally rubbing up between his cheeks and he shudders.
“Did you?” Strained, and a harder grind against his rim.
“Yes yes, Jooheon come on” because he did- prepped himself with three fingers in their cramped bathroom while the rest of the hyungs milled around outside. A nightmare- but when he feels the thick head press up just in, so worth it.
“Breathe” like they haven’t done it a thousand times, and warm hands are spreading him open. Something slick dripped just against his rim- and he almost bites out an annoyed remark, but then Jooheon is sinking inside and all of his thoughts melt.
It’s a stretch, enough that his breath is pulled from his lungs in a sharp gasp. Sometimes he forgets what this is like, and his head is spinning- little whines and whimpers falling from his open mouth. Fuck, it burns- but in the best way, the kind of pleasure pain that makes his toes curl.
“Kyunnie, Christ” whiskey rough, and Changkyun pushes back just the last bit until Jooheon is fully seated. Hands press down his back, pushing his shirt up, hands softly caressing his sides as Jooheon rocks a little.
“Hyung please” he feels gutted, wrecked and he can barely breathe.
The other man relents, hips rolling. It’s a sharp unforgiving rhythm that bounces him against the bed. Friction against his almost forgotten erection and he can only writhe and cry for it, too stimulated and too stuck to even really move.
The grip on his hips is bruising, slick slide forcing Jooheon deeper. He’s gonna be sore, can already feel it blooming low in his belly with every hard fuck up and it’s exactly how he loves it. Barely a second to process the next lick of pleasure, face heating and drool gathering on the cotton beneath his cheek.
“Harder” he whimpers, and his feet are kicked apart- hip yanked a little further back.
Searching, sliding deeper and then he hits it- the spot that drops Changkyuns mouth open- a scream caught in his dry throat.
He’s clenching, spasming around Jooheon and he hears him curse- but his hips never falter. They just seem to fuck in harder and Changkyuns rim is on fire, insides burning.
His abs clench, thigh shaking from the strain of being up on his tip toes.
“Come on sweetheart, let go” honey sweet contrast to the filthy wet squelch of their slapping skin and Changkyun curls, the first tendrils of his orgasm pulling his muscles taught.
“That’s it baby” encouraging, praising and he’s crying out horse- the fireworks bursting behind his tightly shut eyes.
“Jooheon” a broken whine, little spasms of his hips- cock sensitive on the rough cotton blanket as he drags back and forth on it.
Jooheon’s rhythm holds true for a little while longer- tears flooding Changkyuns eyes in overstimulation, until he’s squeezing hard to encourage the other man.
Another roll of his hips, shoving deep and heat spills inside.
He can feel Jooheon’s hips shaking against his, deep throaty groan marking his release.
Kihyun sighs, checking his watch. If these two actually thought they were fooling anyone they were so wrong.