Pairing: Jonghyun x Key
Word Count: 1280w
Summary: Key brings home a mirror and Jonghyun decides that it's a great addition to their room, especially after he catches Key using it. Sex in front of a mirror.
Notes: Prompt from jongkeykink I quickly wrote this a few weeks back and edited it a little. I really need to stop picking up random prompts lol.
|Jonghyun knows he isn’t the sharpest guy; that although he is so well acquainted with Kibum’s random quirks and moods, there are just moments where the other boy utterly catches him off guard. He knows that he sometimes really is that dense, but, as Kibum once explained, it’s endearing and an incredible turn-on.|
Kibum also said that while on his knees and with his hands full, so Jonghyun’s memory of that moment isn’t the most accurate.
And so this time, like every other time, Jonghyun really didn’t see it coming. He was on his way out the door when he walks past a huffy Kibum ordering a red faced Minho to ‘gently, you big oaf’ bring in a large ornate floor length mirror. Jonghyun quirked an eye at Kibum, confused as to when the blond found the time to purchase a mirror, he received an eye roll in return. He stayed and watched for a few, providing a stream of unhelpful commentary, before Kibum shooed him away for being “distracting”.
Jonghyun grinned as he squeezed the blonde’s waist before he headed off to the gym. His arms were shaping up quite nicely and he intended on showing them off as much as he could while on upcoming Sherlock promotions. Plus he also knew that Kibum had a weakness for his arms, if the slightly glazed look in the other’s dark eyes were any indication, and Jonghyun fully intended on exploiting that to his advantage later on that night.
Thus he didn’t think much about the idea of Kibum buying a full length mirror. It was Kibum after all; the younger boy was as vain as he was attractive.
Jonghyun comes home a few hours later to an oddly quiet dorm. He peers in the kitchen to see the remains of dinner before padding away at the mess. He shakes his head, muttering about sloppy bandmates. Previous thoughts of the mirror were far from his mind, he just wanted to shower and maybe cuddle with Kibum. The physical trainer was a bit manic today and worked Jonghyun to the bone; his arms were sore from exertion.
He hears a soft puff of sound, seemingly coming from the other shared room. Under most circumstances the dorm would have been too noisy for such a noise to be heard, but in the current tranquility it made it clear as crystal. The door was partially open and Jonghyun couldn’t help but peek through. He cursed silently, forgetting about his previous exhaustion. It seemed that he was no longer tired; the resounding sight gave him newfound energy.
In the room was Kibum, sprawled on his bed, staring into the mirror. The mirror was placed directly a foot away from the end, which was an odd place for a mirror but perfectly reasonable given the circumstances. Especially, as he mused, when Kibum was on his back, spread wide for all to see, entirely debauched as he touched himself. Half-lidded eyes greedily swallowed in his own image reflected in the glass, seemingly lost in the feel of his own hand. Kibum hadn’t noticed that he was being watched, and that the spectator was eagerly becoming aroused.
The blonde’s slim body was slicked with dews of sweat as he arched into his hand, as delicate fingers fondled his cock in shameless abandon. The creamy skin that Jonghyun loved to taint and bite was already flushed an appealing shade of red as a tongue absently glided across swollen bow lips.
A sharp gasp brought Jonghyun out of his reverie. Kibum was close, Jonghyun could tell. Their history together has given Jonghyun many pleasant experiences that involve Kibum and his body. He knows just how Kibum is -- the small hitches of breath, the whispers of nonsensical syllables, and even the small jerks his head were all telltale signs that the slender male was about to come.
Quietly, Jonghyun saunters into the room. As he leans over and places a hand on Kibum’s, stilling the blond, preventing him from his release, he smirks before blowing hot air across a flushed soft neck. Dark eyes stares into his and a flicker of frustration dances across before desperation sinks in. Thin hips rose higher, bucking slightly when Jonghyun gently replaces Kibum’s hand with his own. He strokes him slowly, hard enough to tease but not hard enough to get off of.
“So you decided to have some fun on your own.” He rubs a callused finger across the tip, calmly enjoying the other’s reaction.
Kibum curses brokenly, scrabbling at sheets and moaning desperately as Jonghyun got on the bed. He put his other hand on Kibum’s chest, caressing the soft skin as if touching a small animal, effectively stopping the blond from moving.
Jonghyun leaned in and spoke softly into the other boy’s ear, “You got room for one more?”
Everything was a pleasurable blur after that. One moment he was still fully dressed, on the bed, toying with Kibum’s nipples; the next he was fully nude and sliding himself into the other’s very pliant body. He did remember Kibum biting the inside of his thighs, scratching and ripping off Jonghyun’s pants with fervor. And he did remember flipping Kibum on his stomach, propping the younger so that he was staring straight into the wanton image of himself ready to get fucked.
As he snapped his hips roughly, Jonghyun glanced into the mirror, and understood Kibum’s newfound fascination. He was entranced at just how sensual it was, seeing himself fucking his boyfriend. How dominant he looked, all taut muscles and sweat slicked skin, bent over a willing slender form.
And Kibum pushed back, staring greedily at Jonghyun through the mirror, eyes darkly obscene as he smirked triumphantly. As the blond slowly closed his eyes and panted, commanding attention, Jonghyun realized right then and there that the truly dominant one was Kibum. The one that was currently splayed on his stomach, ass in the air, looking just ever so debauched. The one that whimpered and bit at stained sheets, the one who had reduced Jonghyun into a frenzied state of lust with every gasp and roll of his hips, Kibum was fully in charge.
Jonghyun groans as Kibum curves his back like a cat, the sinewy contours of his spine making a graceful path to the back of his neck. He could see a flash of soft hand as Kibum strokes himself in time to Jonghyun’s thrusts, he was close again. Jonghyun suddenly stops and pulls him near, wrapping muscled arms around the other’s torso up and lifting him off the bed. He locks eyes with Kibum before biting at an ear.
“I want to see the lines of your body as you come for me,” He growls before thrusting in deeply. “I want to see everything.”
Kibum mewls, body going impossibly tight as he comes, painting the skin on his stomach and Jonghyun’s arms white. Jonghyun releases Kibum, locking eyes with the blonde’s reflection as he slumps forward on the bed, the blonde’s dark stare and warmth finally bringing Jonghyun to reach his own high.
Sliding out of the younger, he chuckles at the soiled state of their bed, the cum slicked inner thighs of the blond, and finally at the painful soreness in his own arms. Kibum rolls over onto his back, sleepily licking the sticky residue off his fingers and blinking contently at Jonghyun. The elder groans, feeling a familiar heat curl up at his belly again. He shakes his head tiredly before tucking a small kiss to the bow mouth and snuggling close.
“So your kinky mirror fantasy…”
“Jonghyun shut up. I have the best ideas.”