pop that lock

pop that lock (one-shot)

“Hyung,” Jongin keens low in his throat. He’s shoved against the cold wall of the bathroom and he swears that the room shakes with the force of it. He didn’t question why Kyungsoo had pulled him away from the others as soon as they exited the stage after their comeback performance, pulling him into the nearest restroom. He didn’t question why the red-haired male had smashed their lips together, hands working at the buttons of his shirt expertly and shoving it down his shoulders, exposing damp skin. All he knew was that he very much wanted this, just as much (if not more) than Kyungsoo did. The vocalist’s thumbs slide up Jongin’s bare chest, rough pads rubbing circles into his nipples until they harden painfully.

“Hyung,” he whines again, panting until their lips meet again in a hot open-mouthed kiss. Kyungsoo’s tongue darts inside Jongin’s mouth and then pulls back to suck on his lower lip. He ignores Jongin’s pleas for attention, working his plush mouth down the younger boy’s neck and biting and nipping every so often on. When he gets to the Jongin’s collarbone he sucks hard until a pink bruise blooms across the golden skin.

Kyungsoo pauses when Jongin’s fingers pull at his hair, the digits of his other hand sliding under his dark grey blazer.

“What is it?” His voice is hoarse and raw and the sound of it goes straight to Jongin’s dick. Kyungsoo’s eyes travel down to the visible tent in the blonde’s pants and his lips pull up into a smirk. “I see. Did I do this to you?”

Jongin grunts and his body trembles, tugging harder at Kyungsoo’s hair to tell him yes fuck yes. His stomach is doing somersaults, his lips are swollen in the most perfect way possible, and his brain is short-circuiting. His thoughts keep going back to Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo’s body hidden by too many layers of clothes. Kyungoo’s huge eyes with pupils blown just as wide. Kyungsoo’s small pink tongue swiping across the seam of his reddened lips.

“Tell me what you want, Jongin-ah,” he whispers cruelly as he licks a stripe up the other’s chest. He pauses and laps at the dip where Jongin’s neck meets his collarbones. “Tell hyung what you want.”

He can’t form the words properly so the dancer responds in the only way he knows how: with his body. He rolls his hips forward and grinds his crotch against Kyungsoo’s, providing friction to his aching member at the same time. His message gets across and Jongin even manages to grin crookedly at the deep groan that vibrates in Kyungsoo’s chest. Their lips meet again and Jongin licks at the seam of the red-head’s mouth until their tongues are dancing together again.

Kyungsoo grabs the back of Jongin’s thigh with a firm grip and hoists it up; Jongin wraps his leg around the smaller man’s waist and tugs him closer. Their hips meet and Jongin moans when he feels how deliciously hard Kyungsoo is against him. He’s breathing hard, as if he weren’t before; his thoughts flutter with images of Kyungsoo naked and spread open under him as he fucks him hard on the floor of the bathroom, eliciting noises out of him that even the company’s vocal trainers wouldn’t be able to get out of him.

But Kyungsoo has another agenda.

Jongin yelps when he blinks and suddenly the fly of his slacks is down, a small hand wrapping around his cock. Kyungsoo traces the slit with his fingernail and the smile on his face turns cruel when he drags out a squeal from the younger boy.

“Keep quiet, Jongin-ah,” he murmurs and looks up at him with hooded eyes, “Don’t want the others to hear us, do you?” He leans forward, pressing his lips to Jongin’s ear, and his breath is hot against his skin.

“I bet you do. I bet you want everyone to hear how you come undone when I touch you. When I have my hand around your greedy cock.” Jongin’s chin falls against his chest as he heaves a breath because it’s true, it’s all true.

“Say it, Jongin-ah,” Kyungsoo continues and fists the blonde’s cock slowly, but with purpose. “Scream my name so everyone knows that you’re mine.”

Jongin bites his lip hard and he grunts as Kyungsoo picks up the pace. His pants turn into whimpers which soon escalate into moans at the top of his vocal range and his voice rings in the small room. Kyungsoo laughs, short and quiet, and he presses a hard kiss to Jongin’s neck. His skin is burning and his nerves are coming undone from the elder’s ministrations. There is a tightness pooling in his gut as Kyungsoo rubs his thumb hard against the dripping head of his cock.

“Say my name.”

Jongin’s breath hitches and then he’s screaming Kyungsoo’s name, head colliding with the wall as it jerks back. His hips jerk forward, stuttering unevenly, as he rides out his orgasm, painting small hands in white. The hand around his softening erection is gone as is the one behind his thigh, and Jongin watches with drooping eyes as the elder goes to the paper towel dispenser to clean his hand.

“You look good blond,” Kyungsoo smiles over his shoulder. Jongin opens his mouth to say something, but his throat is raw, and he’s too high strung to think of the proper words. Kyungsoo is gone in the next second, disappearing out the bathroom door, before he wraps his mind around what had just transpired.

Jongin slides down to the floor with a frustrated sigh. His head lolls to the side, his brain slowly coming down from its high, and he thinks of a way to get Kyungsoo back.

Then again, he kind of liked the way that the shorter man dominated him.