#they will easily and readily be mr.dom but they will also beg to be little slutty baby enby whenever possible

[katrinawritesthings]

jongyu/yunho; you know what time it is; R

I just think. yunho hot lol

"He's so cute," Yunho whines. He stops fucking into Jonghyun, instead just pushing all the way into him, leaning over him, holding himself up with his palms on the kitchen table. "I show up 10 minutes early to be a nice datefriend, but then you're in the shower, and he keeps flirting with me, and telling me how tall I am, and telling me how cute and little and holdable he is..." He keeps grumbling, mumbling under his breath, even when Jinki stands halfway up to kiss him hello like he clearly wants. 

Coming out of the bathroom, giving his hair one last ruffle through with the towel, Jinki hears noises coming from down the hall in the kitchen. Rattling, smacking, even some thumping, maybe. Suspicious noises.

 He ducks into the laundry room to throw his towel and pajamas in there, trying to figure out what the noises are. It's too early in the morning, he thinks, for someone to be trying to break in and rob them. And he's sure that if someone was trying to rob them, and it was Jonghyun in there struggling with them, they would be making a lot more noise. 

And besides. The noises don't seem that kind of suspicious. As Jinki heads back down the hallway, socks sliding on the hardwood floor, the noises are sounding more and more familiar. Rhythmic, breathy, maybe some whimpering, even. Hornily suspicious.

Jinki reaches the end of the hallway, rounds the corner into the kitchen doorway, and slaps his eyes directly onto the scene in front of him, confirming his suspicions. Definitely horny noises.

It's Yunho, tall and gorgeous and handsome, dressed all nice and cozy for their movie day date, and he has Jonghyun in his hands. More specifically, he has Jonghyun bent over the kitchen table facing Jinki, elbows on the table, fingers in his hair, bangs bouncing in front of his eyes every time Yunho pounds back into him. 

Jonghyun is smiling, beaming, square and dazzling. He bites his lip and lets it go with happy breaths, little squeaks, soft curses, quiet growls. His fingers pull on his own hair, letting go and then tangling in again and again. His eyes are closed, but Jinki can still tell, plain as day, that he is proud of himself. He has the smile of a winner. 

Yunho, on the other hand, looks very grumpy and defeated, even as he pulls Jonghyun back and fucks in at a better angle. Annoyed, almost, frown adorable on his lips. Still, the hand that he slides up around the back of Jonghyun's neck is nothing but gentle.

Jinki rolls his eyes as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the table. Both of them, predictable as hell. Chin in his hand, eyebrows raised, he smiles at his best friend and his babefriend when they both look up to him. 

"Oh," Yunho says, and he blushes.

 "Hi Jinx," Jonghyun says, and he winks.

"Slut," Jinki tells Jonghyun affectionately, and then, "He finally got to you, huh?" he asks Yunho.

"He's so cute," Yunho whines. He stops fucking into Jonghyun, instead just pushing all the way into him, leaning over him, holding himself up with his palms on the kitchen table. "I show up 10 minutes early to be a nice datefriend, but then you're in the shower, and he keeps flirting with me, and telling me how tall I am, and telling me how cute and little and holdable he is..." He keeps grumbling, mumbling under his breath, even when Jinki stands halfway up to kiss him hello like he clearly wants. 

He doesn't know why Yunho is so surprised about this. Jinki told him that Jonghyun would get him eventually. Jonghyun gets everyone eventually. 

Once they've had their smooch, Yunho straightens back up, but only to put both hands on Jonghyun's shoulders, holding him down, keeping him still. Squeezing him, he says, "what are you whining about, little one?"

Jonghyun, who was indeed whining nonstop ever since Yunho stopped pounding him, opens his mouth, says, "you stopped–oh my fucking gosh," and puts his bright pink face into his hands. "Little one," he repeats in a whisper. For the first time, Yunho looks smug. Jinki raises his eyebrows at him; Yunho wiggles his back and starts fucking Jonghyun for real again. 

Jinki leans back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair so it dries the way he likes, and watches. He's very content with this. It's not what he was expecting, when he started getting ready for his date today, but he's definitely not complaining.

But he does worry about something, though, very suddenly, when he notices Yunho's nose twitch the way it does when he's just starting the final stretch towards orgasm.

"Hey," he says, reaching across the table, tapping it to get their attention. Yunho doesn't stop, but he does look up, curious; Jonghyun holds his hand. Jinki puts what he was about to say on hold, just for a moment, so he can kiss his best friend's hand. Just because he knows it'll make Jonghyun's eyes turn into little crescents. Then he looks at Yunho. "Don't nut in him," he says, pouting. "Save it for me." And he smiles, mischievous, tongue at the corner of his lips. 

Yunho rolls his eyes. "Babe, you literally just took a shower," he sighs. 

"So what," Jinki says dismissively. Who cares. "I'm not going anywhere today. It's my house." He slaps his hands petulantly on the table. "If I can't be a cummy gremlin in my own home then what am I even paying a mortgage for?" he demands.

"He has a point,” Jonghyun says. He turns to look at Yunho over his shoulder, a defiant little set to his square jaw. Jinki almost smiles–almost feels all soft and gay inside that his friend is standing up for him for important things like this - until Jonghyun gasps dramatically and immediately starts backtracking. "No, wait, no he doesn't," he says quickly. He lets go of Jinki so he can push himself up with his left hand, and with his right, he holds onto Yunho's wrist. "He just took a shower, you're right. Cum in me instead." He smiles up at him through his lashes at full power.

Before Yunho even replies, Jinki deflates onto the table, defeated. There's no winning against that smile. 

He'll just have to get nutted in sometime later today instead.