#jongkai

It’s only been a few days since the whole club incident, and Jongin hasn’t stopped thinking about it since. Hasn’t stopped thinking about how good it’d been to suck Taemin off like that, the soft bursts of magic that ran through his veins and made him almost dizzy, the moans and gasps and his laugh just after. And he’s...he wants to talk about it, wants to make sure he’s not the only one that’s still thinking about this, that’s touching himself to the memory of being used like that. It doesn’t feel quite as dirty anymore, now that they’ve actually done something, but he still...he just wants to know. Wants closure, or to do something like that again, anything. He just wants to be good.

And he’s just...he’s been thinking about it so much now, enough that it’s actually a bother, and he just...he needs to talk to Taemin about it, right now. So he makes up his nerve and whimpers a little, nudging Minho’s arm with his nose and whining until Minho pets him, still sleepy but always selfless.

“What’s wrong, Jonginnie? Tell me.”

Jongin shakes his head a little and buries his nose into Minho’s chest, staring up at him with sad eyes that make Minho coo and kiss his forehead. “My poor baby,” he mumbles, “don’t be sad. Everything’s going to turn out okay.”

And Jongin can’t quite tell if Minho is just saying that or if he knows, and he doesn’t bother asking, just peels himself away and hops off the bed, shifting by the door so he can open it. “Gonna...talk to Tae,” he mumbles, “about...yeah.”

Minho hums and when Jongin looks back, he smiles reassuringly. “Go, I’ll be here. And it’ll be okay, Jongin. Trust me.”

And how could Jongin not?

He’s still thinking of what to say while he shuffles down the hall, and Jongin contemplates just going back to Minho and staying in bed with him for the rest of the day, but he doesn’t. He knows Minho won’t be disappointed if he gives up, that he’ll just smile and open his arms for Jongin to fall into, but...he has to do this. He just wants everything to go back to normal, doesn’t like that Taemin shies away from his touch, doesn't like the confused bursts of magic he’s letting out without meaning to. He just wants Taemin back.

And maybe it’s just Jongin being preoccupied with his own thoughts, and maybe it’s because he’s used to it, but when Jongin gets to Taemin’s door, he pushes the door open without knocking, and promptly freezes.

It’s a wonder neither of them hear him: Jonghyun is on his hands and knees with Taemin just behind, and it’s so obvious what they’re doing, why Jonghyun is whining and trembling with effort. Jongin finds a whimper falling from his lips just from the position, from how small Jonghyun looks now, and Taemin. Taemin, with swollen lips and messy hair and so much skin, and he’s known that Taemin has to be good with his hips, but god. He doesn’t know, for a split second, if he’d rather be in Jonghyun’s position or Taemin’s, but then Taemin looks up and straight at him, and he grins before leaning down to whisper something in Jonghyun’s ear that makes him crumple into the sheets, back a harsh curve and face pressed into the blankets. It does near nothing to muffle his noises, but Jongin does not mind, and he can’t help thinking back to Jonghyun pressing close at the club and in the car on the ride home, lips sticky and wet on his neck and hands wandering.

“Can you to touch yourself for me, Jong?” And it’s directed at Jonghyun, but Taemin’s eyes are on Jongin, and his hand is in Jonghyun’s hair to keep him from looking up, so Jongin does, hand slow when it drifts down to slide in his pants.

Taemin lets out a startled burst of magic and fucks into Jonghyun that much harder, strokes slowing enough to match with Jongin’s, eyes on the hand around his cock and then moving back up to look Jongin in the eye. Between them, Jonghyun has wiggled his hand between his body and the sheets, and they’re almost all moving in tandem. Jongin feels connected to them both for that split second, content until Taemin asks, “Do you want to be a good boy for me?”

Jongin nods and Jonghyun gasps out a needy noise of agreement, back curving further when Taemin laughs. “Knew you would...thought about fucking you all day.”

Jongin actually makes a noise this time, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth even as heat cuts through his body, both from what Taemin said and from the thrill of almost being caught. He grows bold then, tugs his pants down and pulls out his cock, legs buckling at the way Taemin’s eyes widen as he sighs out a quiet, “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

Another streak of boldness and Jongin waits for Taemin to watch him, waits to have his full attention before dipping his fingers in the slit of his cock and then bringing them to his mouth, sucking the precome from his fingers and swirling his tongue around his fingertips, just a little bit exaggerated. He’s expecting a response, but not the harsh curse that falls from Taemin’s lips, not the way he grips Jonghyun’s hips tight and fucks into him hard, not the way his head tips back as he moans again.

“Want you to come for me. Be good and come, Jong.”

Jongin nods, short and sharp; he and Jonghyun are still matching Taemin’s pace now, almost feverish and definitely sloppy in their actions. Jonghyun is the first to come, with a throaty groan and Taemin’s name on his lips, and Jongin comes soon just after, covering his mouth still to keep from making too loud a noise. Taemin’s still looking at him, and Jongin brings his come-stained fingers to his mouth, sucking eagerly at them and Taemin curses again, lets out another burst of magic as he comes.

“Good boy,” he mumbles, and when he pulls out of Jonghyun, slow and steady, Jongin’s breath catches in his throat. Taemin’s probably showing off now with the way he strokes himself, slow and teasing, and even though he’s talking to Jonghyun now, his eyes are still on Jongin as he murmurs, “Now be good and suck me clean, baby.”

Jongin feels another flash of heat lick through his stomach, and he scurries from the room before Jonghyun can see him, not bothering to watch the way Jonghyun eagerly scrambles up to be good and do as he’s told.