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SHINee Kinktober 2017 Day 3: Body Worship & Biting Pairing: Onkey (top!Key) Word Count: 3500+ Rating: NC-17

Content warnings: erotic biting, excessive use of the term “baby,” inappropriate use of the word “God,” SO much saliva, unnecessarily graphic and explicit & reads like erotica in some parts, but I love those parts, so… they stay in.

I started this for Kibum’s birthday because what do you get for the boy who has everything? The answer is smut… and cake because everybody deserves cake on their birthday ;)

Jinki’s ass is like art. Round and pert. Each mouthwatering fleshy orb enticing him at all times of the day. He has an overwhelming desire to press his finger into it when Jinki walks in front of him up flights of stairs. Being the gentleman he is, he always insists Jinki go first. He feels an itching compulsion to pinch the bottom round curve with his fingers when Jinki stands in front of him as they wait for the SM elevator for both the feel of the girthy taut flesh between his fingers and the yelp from Jinki that will inevitably ensue. The scandalized look Jinki gives him is just an added bonus.

People have told Kibum he also has a great ass and he wholeheartedly agrees, his ass is fantastic, but there is something about Jinki’s that calls to him. He’s addicted. No matter how many times he’s touched it, caressed it, kissed it, he cannot wait to do it again.

His addiction makes it hard to think about little else when he’s looking for his next hit. It’s especially inconvenient at times like this when he and the other members are meeting with the SM management team for a strategy meeting.

Due to some mix-up, the conference table in the room doesn’t have enough chairs. Jinki being Jinki has given up his chair to Taemin, while a couple of the managers go scrounge up an extra chair from somewhere else.

The meeting has been effectively delayed until the seating arrangements are settled. So, Kibum has plenty of time to check Jinki out, admiring those sinewy legs, defined hamstrings, and that beautiful ass, while doing a bit of light finger flirting.

K: Still looking for a seat? J: No, I’m standing here for my own amusement. K: You can sit on my lap. Jinki’s eyes widen from where he stands across the room and his fingers fly across the screen of his phone. J: No, thank you, pervert! K: Me? Never. I’m just being friendly. A small scoff comes out of Jinki’s mouth. Minho and Jonghyun look up from the meeting agenda they are reading… together, even though several copies lay on the table. J: Doubtful J: I’m not falling for that… again. K: Fine… Then how about—

“Where is this chair coming from? Antarctica? Let’s just start. You don’t mind, Jinki-hyung? Otherwise, we’ll be here for ages.” Jonghyun pleads, going all puppy dog eyes on him.

“No, please go ahead. Don’t mind me.” Jinki replies with an apologetic smile, as if it’s his fault for not making a chair materialize.

Kibums fingers finish typing the message and he hits enter. Now, he just has to waits the few seconds for the text to arrive on Jinki’s phone to collect the fruits of his labor.

“Jinki-ssi, we found a chair!”

Jinki smiles brightly, turning toward the doorway to get the chair from their manager.

“Thanks, Manager Hyung!”

What’s that American saying? Kibum thinks to himself. Oh right, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave” and boy did he like watching Jinki leave.

Jinki bends to pick the chair up and his pants tighten from the movement, outlining his ass in X-rated detail and Kibum’s brain short-circuits.

“Kibummie, what do you think?” Jonghyun turns to him to ask.

Crap, what are we talking about?!

“Ummm, I think that’s a great idea, Jonghyunnie hyung.” Kibum says quickly, trying hard to not give away that he’s lost track about what they’re talking about. If he’s inadvertently agreed to something important, he can always cite Diva law on them and force them to change it later.

Diva’s house, Diva’s rules. And let’s be clear, everything the light touches is the Diva’s kingdom.

Jinki takes his seat at the table and Kibum’s breath picks up as Jinki finally sees the notification on his phone, swiping his finger to read it.

1 2 3—

Jinki’s ears go red and he starts choking.

“Oh no, Jinki hyung! Do you want some water?” Kibum offers, biting the inside of his cheek while outwardly making a show of concern, knitting his eyebrows together.

Jinki looks at him like he’s lost the ability to comprehend words as he continues to cough.

K: Fine… Then how about later you sit on my face?

Everyone in the room, management staff and the other members turn to look at Jinki. Jinki’s embarrassment then reaches an all-time high with everyone’s attention on him.

Yeaaa, Jinki’s ass is most definitely his later, Kibum thinks, his lip quirking upward secretly.

Kibum pushes his face against the round outer curve of Jinki’s ass to just press his cheek against it. He snaps his teeth together and he can feel Jinki flinch, reacting to the sound immediately, but not realizing that Kibum is all bark and no bite… at least this time.

Jinki’s reaction is terribly precious and brings an amused chuckle to his lips. Riling up his old man is Kibum’s favorite pastime.

Kibum’s tongue comes out and he takes a long luxurious lick of Jinki’s ass cheek, feeling the soft peach fuzz that drags underneath his tongue, taking in the unique taste of Jinki’s skin.

Kibum turns his head and his mouth begins to dance across the surface of Jinki’s ass, alternating between kisses and playful licks, gripping each fleshy decadent mound tightly in his hands.

Jinki begins to whimper, rocking on the bed to apply much needed pressure to his neglected cock.

“Uh uh. Who said you could do that?” Kibum scolds, releasing his hands from Jinki’s ass as punishment, no longer aiding Jinki’s efforts by applying pressure.

“Kibum, I-I…”

“This is my time, hyung. What did you promise me earlier?”

“Kibum…” Jinki whines, but he settles down, resigned, his body going slack. “—please hurry.”

“So mouthy…” Kibum smacks Jinki’s ass with his hand and watches with fascination as the flesh wobbles like jello.

Kibum is most definitely not done.

Kibum scoots down to the back of Jinki’s thighs.

“You know the good thing about you never exposing your body?” Kibum asks before he answers his own question. “—It means I can leave as many marks as I want.”

Jinki groans, picking his hands to clutch the pillow, turning his head to the side in an attempt to see what Kibum is up to.

His own body blocks his view, just the tip of Kibum’s head is in view, Kibum’s hair falling forward, tickling the tops of the very part of his body being attended to at the moment.

Kibum’s head disappears altogether as he begins to carefully place bites on the taut skin on the back of each of Jinki’s upper thighs. Each bite is sharp and precise, with just the right amount of force and teeth, for both him, the bite giver, and Jinki, the bite receiver.

The trick to erotic biting is not to gnaw on the skin, Jinki isn’t a chew toy, or to slurp as he sucks the flesh into his mouth, that is terribly unsexy and Kim Kibum is never unsexy. The study of erotic biting is an artform and Kibum practices it as such.

Jinki flinches involuntarily as Kibum’s porcelain teeth work him over, shooting pure lust to his groin.

“K-Kibum… Hmmphhh… P-pl…” Jinki starts haltingly, his breath catching in his chest, causing his upper body to rise quickly up and down.

“I’m almost done, baby. Just be a little more patient.” Kibum says as his teeth move further down Jinki’s thigh.

An indignant whine comes out of the back of Jinki’s throat, sweat beginning to gather more intensely on the outer edges of his face. The front of his body is burning up from lying on top of the mattress, the heat just gathering underneath him. The occasional gentle graze of the Egyptian cotton sheets against his insanely hard nipples creating a painful pleasure that pulls him further into incoherence. The weight of his hips push his erection into the bed, his abdomen pressing his cock against the mattress.

“P-please, Kibum. Pleaseeee.” Jinki begs, his fingers clenching and digging into the pillow, threatening to rip it open as Kibum places the last bite.

“Tsk, tsk.” Kibum scolds again, but he draws his hand upward and runs his fingers down the cleft in Jinki’s ass all the same, his touch so feather light that he knows that Jinki is dying.

Kibum pauses, waiting for the change in the sounds coming from Jinki, the subtle changes in his body, the way his ass clenches, the involuntary continuous shift of his body looking for any kind of relief. Kibums leans in for the finishing move, his hot breath on Jinki’s ass causing every nerve ending in Jinki’s body to fry. Without a word, Kibum moves forward to lick the small bit of flesh where Jinki’s ass cheeks meet the upper part of his legs. Kibum’s teeth graze the sensitive flesh and his wet hot tongue just darting into the crevice.

“Fuccckkkkk!” Jinki’s body quivers from the sensation and his body jerks, pressing his erection into the bed, rocking down on his cock again and again. Jinki comes hard, his vision bursting into a kaleidoscope of color, without ever receiving a single touch to his cock. The sheet underneath him is now sticky from his cum. His body collapses on the bed, every muscle releasing, feeling every bit like his body has been played like an instrument.

“Awww, what a shame. You finished already. We need to work on your stamina.” Kibum coos, finally getting up from on top of Jinki’s body to admire his handiwork. The taut skin of Jinki’s upper thighs is beginning to bloom with perfectly lined patches of darkening color. “You should let Ass Appreciation Day happen more often.” Kibum says with a smile and a slap that cracks against Jinki’s skin, leaving a beautiful red mark on his ass.

Jinki jolts, body involuntarily flinching before he turns over. He’s lying in a puddle of his own cum, but he couldn’t care less. Kibum kneels above him, his legs straddling just outside Jinki’s body.

“Please fuck me.” Jinki’s voice is thick, showing every bit the effect Kibum’s ministrations have had on him. ”NOW.” Jinki adds as an afterthought, in case Kibum didn’t recognize the desperation in Jinki’s voice.

Kibum sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.

“God, you’re so needy sometimes.”

He bends down to pull Jinki up by the shoulders for a searing kiss, lips indiscriminately mashing together before he starts pushing Jinki down towards his cock.

Jinki opens his mouth, catching the tip of Kibum’s cock just barely as it moves in front of his mouth. Kibum hisses as Jinki’s lips enclose over the head. Jinki holds the base as he shifts onto his knees, gripping tightly so he can hit the head of Kibum’s cock against his slightly open mouth, all plump lips and lolled tongue.

“You’ve been watching too much porn again.” Kibum breathes.

“Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s f-fucking n-nice.” Kibum says haltingly as he watches Jinki spit the pre-cum in his mouth back out onto his cock along with a wad of saliva. Jinki’s clasped hands spreading it all down his cock before he moves forward again.

“Hmmfff.” Kibum exhales loudly.

Each sloppy depraved slurp of Jinki’s beautiful plump lips on his cock sounds like heaven to Kibum’s ears and feels even better. The wet hot vacuum of Jinki’s mouth is perfection, the way his tongue slicks along Kibum’s cock, the way his smaller hands stroke along with his mouth. It’s sloppy and wet, masterful and inept all at once. It’s so Jinki and so damn irresistible.

Kibum watches as Jinki lets go of his cock with his right hand, continuing to work Kibum’s cock with only his left hand and his insanely hot little mouth. Kibum’s breath catches as Jinki cups his balls and he watches unblinkingly as Jinki’s right hand curves behind himself, trailing down his back, fingers spread wide as they make their way to the cleft in his ass. Kibum goes rock hard in Jinki’s mouth seconds later when a small gasp from Jinki allows Kibum’s cock to slip in further down Jinki’s throat and Jinki ends up gagging on Kibum’s cock. Kibum is torn between wanting to see what those sweet little fingers are doing and continuing to fuck that beautiful mouth.

Jinki pushes off his heels, twisting his fingers around himself to get a better angle. The muscles in his thighs go taut and are so well defined from exertion that Kibum just stares at them. He is dying to know what they feel like.

Kibum’s cock slips out of Jinki’s mouth as he leans down to kiss his complaining old man, pushing his tongue in between those pillowy lips and diving in to seek Jinki’s tongue.

Kibum lowers his body down onto Jinki’s thighs, letting both of his legs fall on other side.

“Kibum, what—” Jinki starts to bend his body back, so he can sit back on his heels.

“No. Don’t sit down. You can do this.” Kibum says, leaning forward to capture Jinki’s mouth in a bruising kiss as a distraction. Jinki’s flexed thighs feel like they were sculpted by the gods and even though, Kibum is no longer the waif he used to be*, he can feel how steady Jinki is in supporting his body. His hands move from Jinki’s sides, moving behind Jinki to grip his ass. Jinki starts to remove his hand in deference of Kibum’s longer fingers, but Kibum grabs his wrist.

“I want to do it together.” Kibum whispers hotly, his stare piercing Jinki’s.

Jinki whimpers, his body taut with concentration, sweat dripping down his body.

Kibum leans more forward, his hand running down Jinki’s right arm to assess.

“Mmmm, you fingering the sweet little asshole of your’s and getting it ready for me? You want my cock, don’t you, baby?” Kibum licks his jawline.

Jinki’s head jolts in acknowledgment and Kibum slips his own finger in with Jinki’s two fingers, plunging it deep into JInki’s body.

Jinki moans, head turning erratically as the sensations assault him. The strain on his legs to hold himself and Kibum up, their fingers fingering his asshole, and Kibum’s taunting and coaxing. The pressure in his lower abdomen starts to build.

“That’s it. That’s it. Does that feel good, baby?” Kibum and Jinki’s fingers continue to stretch Jinki open.

Jinki nods, choking more sobs, eyes tearing up as Kibum continues to guide their fingers inside him.

Kibum tugs them down onto the bed and Jinki is on him like lightning, his puffy, swollen lips leaning in for a kiss. His hands holding onto Kibum, pulling him closer as he presses his hips forward, rubbing their cocks together.

“That’s so nice, Jinki.” Kibum groans as Jinki kisses him urgently, humping his body against Kibum’s to get the friction he so badly craves.

Jinki pulls away from the kiss, a last little flick of his tongue on Kibum’s bottom lip as a parting gift. His eyes are hot, trained on Kibum’s as he moves down Kibum’s body. Jinki leans back onto his knees, raising one leg and placing his foot flat on the bed for leverage, Kibum watches as Jinki reaches down to grab Kibum’s erect cock, stroking his hand up and down it.

Jinki clears his throat loudly and Kibum looks up, meeting Jinki’s waiting eyes. Kibum hisses as he watches as a thick string of saliva falls out of Jinki’s mouth, dripping messily onto Kibum’s cock, overflowing onto Jinki’s hand.

Kibum groans at the arresting sight. “What a pretty baby you are.” Jinki smiles as his hand strokes Kibum’s cock, letting his saliva coat it entirely. Jinki shifts to line up with Kibum’s cock, the barest brush against his asshole making Jinki bite his lip and bend his head backwards. Jinki leans on his bent leg, focusing on relaxing his body, choking out a sob as he guides himself down on Kibum’s cock.

“Mmm Mmm Mmm.”

Jinki’s eyes widen from the stretch, but goddamn if he doesn’t want this. His thoughts are consumed with Kibum.

KibumKibumKibumKibum

The way Kibum makes him feel, the way he looks at him, the way he makes him work for it. There’s an uncontrollable need in him to lay claim to Kibum, to prove to him that he can be exactly what Kibum wants.

Jinki finally sinks all the way down on Kibum’s cock and he squeezes Kibum inside him experimentally, wanting to imprint the feeling of having him deep inside him. Kibum groans, reaching towards Jinki. Jinki grabs Kibum’s hand, dragging up the front of his body, where some of his cum from earlier still clings to his torso. He swipes Kibum’s finger through it before he draws the finger into his mouth sucking on it. Jinki starts to move, rocking his hips back and forth and little choked out sobs and moans begin to echo in the room.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Uhhh. Uuhhh. UUUhhhh.”

Jinki continues to ride Kibum’s cock and they both start losing themselves to the moment. Jinki bends down to surround Kibum with his arms into a private world that consists of only the two of them. Jinki’s gentle pecks feel like “thank you’s” and his mewling moans broadcast exactly how good Kibum feels stroking inside of him. Kibum drinks in all of Jinki’s reactions, getting high as a kite.

Yes, be good to me, baby, and I’ll be so good to you.

Kibum groans as he thrusts into Jinki, earning more delicious sounds from Jinki. Kibum wants to sip every sweet whimper straight from Jinki’s lips, savor them all for himself, catalogue them away for future reference.

“Do you like that, baby?” He whispers.

“yesyesyes.” Jinki hoarsely murmurs against Kibum’s mouth.

Their bodies begin moving in time together. They stare into each other’s eyes, seeing deep into their dark brown depths. Kibum brushes the hair that falls in front of Jinki’s face away from his face. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“It’s so good, Kibum-ah. So good.”

Tenderness gives way to urgency and Jinki’s hips snap back faster. Two sweat-slicked bodies thumping in time to an unknown beat.

Every stroke from Kibum feels like a promise of more; more things to come, more days and nights like this, more time, and every moan from Jinki, an affirmation of that promise.

“That’s it. That’s it. Give me all you got.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.” Jinki repeats with abandon.

Kibum doesn’t point out that Jinki is the one currently fucking him. It’s a technicality he’s willing to overlook.

Jinki’s thighs slap hard against Kibum’s body, echoing in the air as he impales himself wantonly on Kibum’s hard length. Kibum’s hands reach around Jinki’s body, gripping that ass he loves so much with big open palms, his fingers moving forward to graze along Jinki’s stretched rim, feeling the effects of his own cock inside Jinki’s body with his fingertips and it’s all over for Jinki.

“Ugghh…Ahh. Ah…” Jinki cries as he cums, cumming hard onto Kibum’s chest in thick quivering stream.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Kibum groans, hands moving towards Jinki’s hips to hold him in place as he begins pumping hard into him to finish. His own release comes hot on the heels of Jinki’s and comes as a stutter, his body jerking violently into Jinki as he cums, hot and thick inside his lover’s body.

“You’re so yummy.” Kibum says, pulling Jinki close to his body after he does a basic clean-up for them and settles back into bed.

Jinki leans easily into Kibum, melting into his body. He gives a slight smile into Kibum’s shoulder, his eyes already closed, too gone to reply.

*This is not a dig on Kibum, just acknowledgment of his new fitness regimen. Minho mentioned it at a concert I think.

#onkey #SHINee Kinktober #kinktober #happy belated birthday kibum #my first m/m :)#i wrote a thing

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