Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

Kokomo

A/N: Established au

Groff lived to make Lin flustered.

Anytime he found something to set him off, he made sure to use it to his advantage as soon as possible.

For example:

One day the cast was all clumped together listening to their director, Tommy Kail, explaining what he wanted to happen in the Rheynolds Pamphlet scene. Grofflin was sitting together, faces inches apart and Jonathan couldn't help but notice Lin's positively scarlet cheeks. He was also fiddling with his hands, tapping his knees every once in a while.

At one point Groff had spaced out and moved to whisper in Lin's ear, hoping to get an answer as to what he'd missed. To this, Lin nearly choked, clearing his throat to cover it up, though it didn't work very well.

That was before they'd started dating. Before Groff could really act on anything.

Another occurrence that happened after they'd established their relationship was a bit more intense. Apparently Lin was completely unaware of any of his kinks which only made things all the more fun for Jon.

"Let's make another Twitter video!" Lin had bounded into their dressing room, phone in hand, ready to record.

Jonathan obliged, unpausing his music: adele.

This ended in the two standing close to each other while Groff lip synced the lyrics into Lin's ear.

Lin could feel his breath hot against his cheek, having to space out in order not to squirm. He ended up focusing on the lyrics as they were breathed into his ear.

"There's such a difference.... between us and a million miles," as Jon finished that lyrics, he grew closer, his lips tickling the soft skin near Lin's ear. He'd been pushed over the edge, causing him to burst into nervous giggles before stopping the recording.

"God, do you have any idea what that does to me, Groffsauce?" Lin breathed. All Jon could do was smirk evilly and shower his face with kisses.

"Anything to get you worked up, my dear," he cooed in between kisses. Lin was throughly flushed, ducking his head in humiliation. "You took it so well, and you enjoyed it, didn't you my little prince?" Lin's pupils dilated severely at that and he was speechless, sputtering shamefully.

It was things like these that absolutely filled Jonathan with pure love and joy for the man.

One time, however, something happened that he fairly could never have expected.

Groff had gotten to the theatre early, prepared to relax and have some time to himself before his little ball of energy came rushing in. As usual he was playing his music nice and loud; this time, the Beach Boys.

He was jamming along to the beat, eyes closed in front of Lin's mirror, in his chair when he heard the door creak open. Knowing it was Lin- his footsteps were quick and distinctive- he kept his eyes closed, bopping his head along.

The steps slowed as they grew closer to him and suddenly the song switched and Kokomo turned on. The footsteps stopped. Jon thought he heard Lin panting slightly and, concerned his boyfriend might be having some sort of episode, he opened his eyes to check on him. His eyes were dilated, hooded and a little dazed.

"Shit," he heard him mutter. Groff moved to pause the music but Lin lunged over to block him from doing so. His cheeks were flushed and when Groff looked down, he understood why.

"Wait- does this song get you off?" he asked, amused and a little turned on by his partner's desperation. Lin sat down in the chair next to him, squirming ferociously, legs crossed. Groff moved in, a hand sliding ever so slowly up Lin's thigh, breath hot in his ear. "Well we can work with that, now can't we." More squirming. A deep moan sprung from Lin's throat and Jon's eyes widened in admiration at how a single song could affect him so much. He continued his torture.

"Where are we going to get away from it all, my prince? Huh?" Lin stuttered, unable to form sentences. "Use your words, honey. We'll get there fast then we'll take it slow. Oh I want to take you down to Kokomo," he was singing the lyrics into his ear now. Lin was subtly grinding against his own thigh, panting heavily. "I'm sorry, did I say you could move? It's funny, I don't recall that...." he teased, causing Lin to freeze, ashamed. "That's it, my prince let me take care of you," he slid his hand up his thigh, now cupping him.

Leslie was walking by the Grofflin dressing room, forever traumatized after hearing a, "ahh daddy please stop teasing I need it so bad," followed by a loud, stuttering moan and complete silence. "Well- that explains that," he uttered allowed, vowing never to pass their room again.