shinee; nice to meet you.

[augmenti]

nice to meet you.
jinki's never made it to first base before, but he's doing it all backwards.
→1,357 words. onew/kibum; nc-17.

note: i've never written onkey before, but i was inspired to write kibum having sex with someone in a changing room right before i went to bed. so ofc i had to write it. :(

jinki's not sure what to think when he see's a high school student trying on a skirt in the changing room. a male student, to be precise. a male student that looks sort of wonderful, with his beautifully cut hair and broad shoulders. he has a back that narrows down into a slim waist that turns into a pair of bewitching legs. he's not sure if he's ever seen a more exquisite example of a male figure. the problem is, this young man is wearing a pretty blue skirt that covers just enough of the parts that matter, though he's sure that if he bent over, he'd get quite a reality check. he's also wearing a form fitting white blouse that he wants to reach out and touch. his voice dies in his throat the first time he tries to talk, so he has to lick his lips to try again. it takes a minute, but finally it works. "excuse me?" he calls out. "just so you know, the store's closing in fifteen minutes." when the boy turned around to face him, his hips twisted, and the skirt accented his movements so perfectly that he couldn't help the heat burning the tips of his ears. "thanks," the boy nodded, and jinki realized that he couldn't be more than eighteen years old. "erm, the skirt, it looks nice on you." jinki compliments, wincing at how obviously awkward he's being. his hands open and close and his smile is definitely revealing his awkwardness. he could lose his job for what happens next, because the customer comes up to him, eyes sharp as they survey his work uniform, his white undershirt sticking out from the bottom of his cardigan, his tie askew. he must see something he likes because he wraps his arm around jinki's neck and presses himself close, one hand playing with the tie around his neck before he pulls him close and kisses him. the kiss is nice, not too forced but still soft. there's the distinct taste of spearmint but he doesn't mind, his hands automatically fitting against his slim waist. "i'm kibum," the customer murmurs, eyes gazing imploringly into his as he backs them up into a stall and kicks the door shut with a bare foot. "jinki," he breathes, kissing him again, warmth pooling in the base of his stomach and making his work slacks taught. he's still not exactly sure why he's doing this five minutes later, when kibum's teeth are tugging on his bottom lip and jinki's hands are tangled in his fine hair. kibum pulls at his cardigan until jinki tears it off, letting their articles of clothes pile on the floor. the undershirt goes next, kibum nearly pops the buttons on his shirt to push it off his shoulders. his fingers slip between his hot flesh and his waistband before jinki comes to himself, pulling away in shock. "i shouldn't be doing this," he says, staring down at kibum, who's back is pressed up against the wall, lips swollen and skirt taught against an obvious arousal. jinki swallows hard, because his own arousal is making a fine tent out of his pants. "come on," kibum says, pushing him against the opposing wall. he wraps his arms around jinki's neck and kisses him again, lifting his legs around his waist. jinki's hands automatically grip his thighs, feeling the heat of his dick against his abdomen. kibum's tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth again as jinki pushes him against the opposing wall, letting his other foot touch the ground as jinki's hand finally reaches under his skirt and fondles his package through the thin fabric of his moist panties. he's sure that his own aren't much better, his arousal even worse and still trapped within his trousers. he pulls kibum's panties down his legs, absently wondering if he'd even purchased any of these clothes yet. kibum's doing wonderful things with his tongue inside of his mouth when jinki rubs his arousal against kibum's. he gasps against jinki's mouth, the sound vibrating against him and shooting down to his already too tight jeans. he feels like he might just pop them sometime, but instead of freeing his arousal, he slips a slender leg between his and presses upwards, putting pressure where he doesn't need it. jinki tightens his hold against kibum, body taught as a warm shot of come shoots out of him. it's murder trying to hold himself on, because kibum's body is hot, fingers running down his chest. then kibum finds one of his nipples and twists, and jinki feels stars. he's not sure how much he can take, when kibum presses him against the mirror. jinki's fingers tangle in kibum's hair and his eyes slip closed as kibum's mouth makes it's way down his body, down his sweating throat and lingering on his collarbone before it finds it's way to his nipples. he plays with both of them until jinki's a hot, whimpering mess and biting his lips so hard that he tastes the coppery tinge of blood. kibum's lips are now trailing down his stomach, sucking the tender flesh beneath his belly button for a moment--he hears him sucking on it more than feels it at first because he's his sense of touch is burning with overuse now. kibum slips back up and tugs on his lips with his teeth. one arm wraps around his neck and brushes his cheek as the other squeezes on his package and makes him strain. jinki's fingers fumble as they reach up kibum's skirt once more, pushing it up kibum's abdomen to save it from getting mussed (he's still working, after all). kibum's tongue traces along jinki's lips--tasting blood--while jinki's clumsily finds his penis and wraps his long fingers around it, involuntary bucking his hips when he pulls at it--hot and slick beneath his hands. kibum makes a choking noise and jinki is secretly happy to have made his facade crack. kibum squeezes at his through his jeans once more as the lights suddenly go out in a sudden and total blackness. jinki gives a mangled scream and creams the inside of his boxers - pushing his hips hard into kibum's hand, hot and slick. kibum comes too, against the inside of jinki's thigh. they both sag to the ground, heaving staggered breaths. jinki's thighs are open, feeling the heat of both of their cum drying against him. he should be far more disgusted then he is, but he can't do any more than stare at kibum through half lidded eyes--shocked that he could actually do this with someone he'd just met at work no less. kibum leans over, between his legs and gives him a peck of a kiss on the lips. he slips a hand inside jinki's jean pocket and pulls out his cell phone. he enters his number and slips the phone in jinki's open palm, curling his fingers around it. jinki watches him dress in his original clothes--watches him step into a pair of tight jeans that show off the curve of his ass and a shirt that accentuates his sharp shoulders. he fixes his hair in the mirror and smiles at jinki before he leaves. "call me, we should go out." he says, and shuts the changing room door as he leaves. jinki stares at the shut door for a long while, breath still heaving. his eyes wander until he finds the crumpled skirt on the floor. he finally gets up, wincing at the large wet stain on the front of his jeans. he picks up the skirt and rings it up on his way out. he's in his car when he texts kibum's number: want to go out for dinner tomorrow nite? i have a present. :D jinki's never gotten hitched before this. indeed, his mother was starting to worry about him never giving her grandkids before she's seventy. he's tempted to call her and tell her the news, but he doesn't. he fingers the skirt and realizes that his first relationship is entirely backwards, but then, maybe that's the way it needs to work sometimes. his ring-tone goes off as he stops on the way out of the empty parking lot. i can't wait ;)