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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kim_Jongin_|_Kai/Kim_Joonmyun_|_Suho
  Character:
      Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Kim_Joonmyun_|_Suho
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School,
      Spanking
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-31 Words: 2914
****** how you do that trick ******
by shrdmdnssftw
Summary
     "I don't care if youareperfect, Jongin. I don't care if you're acing
     all of your classes or if you're failing them either. I care that you
     look like a mess right now, and that it reflects poorly on me."
     He pauses, looks up from what he has been doing and turns to face
     Jongin once more.
     "Bend over," Junmyeon says, and it's nothing less than an order.
Notes
     Originally posted anonymously here, cleaned up and reposted! Thanks
     to M for suggesting the title.
The formal dinner is the last straw.
Jongin has been acting up for weeks now, restless and itchy in the face of
exams, and graduation for the senior class. It's gotten to the point where he's
toeing the line between being reported to the teachers, and being disciplined
directly. Their hall has a reputation for dealing with problems internally, but
word is that Junmyeon, the Head Boy, is a bit soft. Jongin doesn't think so.
They're all told how important the dinner is, parents coming in from across the
country, and internationally as well. It's a night to showcase the fine manners
of their students, results of a boarding school life that has left them primed
for a life in business affairs. Jongin's own parents never turn up to these
sort of events - whether they find it beneath them, or just never have the
time, Jongin hasn't bothered to ask.
Junmyeon, though, Junmyeon has a lot on the line. A father who expects him to
follow on as head of their company, who will be watching all night to see his
son act in the fashion that is expected of him. It's this that makes the glint
in Junmyeon's stare even harder as he repeats the expectations to their class.
It's almost like he's talking directly to Jongin when he finishes with a sharp,
"behave."
In his blazer jacket and pressed slacks, Jongin almost feels like
he should behave. He knows it all, how to smile just the right amount, which
utensils to use and who to greet first when approached by a group of seniors.
Still, it doesn't stop him from testing the waters, not quite bowing as far
forward as he should when being greeted, slouching ever so slightly, failing to
stifle his yawns. And when he's approached by the Head Boy about it, putting
enough sincerity into his sorry, Junmyeon-hyung that it tips into disrespect.
He's resting an elbow on the table, deliberately ignoring the woman sitting to
his left when he feels a firm grip on his shoulder, fingers that dig into the
muscle.
"I'm so sorry Mrs Choi," comes Junmyeon's voice, interrupting her stream of
chatter. "But Jongin here is needed."
Looking up, Jongin sees that the Head Boy is smiling, the sort of neatly
pressed smile that all the adults fall for. Jongin smirks in response and only
flinches slightly when Junmyeon tightens his hold.
"We'll be back in a few minutes," he says apologetically. In all honesty, she
looks a bit glad to be rid of Jongin.
Junmyeon pulls him up from the table with a surprisingly strong arm, and all
but drags him outside the dining room, nodding at Kris, another senior, to keep
an eye on the proceedings while he's gone.
Jongin's not really sure what he's expecting - to finally see Junmyeon break,
perhaps - but it's definitely not being pulled into the empty study hall that
is usually reserved for the seniors. He's never really been inside the room,
and even now, in the dim light of the study lamps, Jongin can't see much
besides the large, stately desk, cleared of clutter, at the front of the room,
and the long bookshelves that line the wall.
The grip on his shoulder has loosened, and Jongin shakes it off to go and sit
on the desk, heels swinging almost childishly.
As he pulls the door shut, Junmyeon's posture straightens. This is what Jongin
has been waiting for, really, and the frisson that runs through him makes him
almost shiver in anticipation.
"Do you have anything to say for your behaviour?" Junmyeon asks, voice low. He
still hasn't turned around to face Jongin.
"Didn't know I was doing anything wrong," replies Jongin, a smile firmly on his
lips.
"You're making me look bad," Junmyeon says, and he locks the door, a click
punctuating the silence. "You're making the school look bad, and, most
importantly, you're making yourself look bad, Jongin."
He sounds disappointed, and Jongin would laugh if it weren't for the strong,
deliberate steps that Junmyeon is taking towards him now. When he stops,
they're face to face and the force of his stare makes Jongin forget their
height difference and the fact that, normally, he'd have to look down at his
hyung.
"It doesn't really matter how I act," Jongin says. "Not when no one is paying
much attention to me in the first place."
Junmyeon raises his eyebrow, as if to say, I pay attention. It's true, Junmyeon
notices things, but not as much as Jongin does. And that's why he knows that if
he pushes a little further, that Junmyeon will snap. That his breaking point is
near.
"Not everyone needs to be as perfect as you, hyung," he says, and the way he
says it has Junmyeon pulling away, taking a step back and unbuttoning his
blazer.
"I think," Junmyeon says, placing his jacket over the arm of a chair, "I think
that you need to understand that it's not what you are that matters to these
people, but how you look."
He rolls up his sleeves next, removes the cuffs and pockets them carefully
before folding the fabric up his arms neatly. "Right now, to me, you look like
you need some discipline.
I don't care if you are perfect, Jongin. I don't care if you're acing all of
your classes or if you're failing them either. I care that you look like a mess
right now, and that it reflects poorly on me."
He pauses, looks up from what he has been doing and turns to face Jongin once
more.
"Bend over," Junmyeon says, and it's nothing less than an order.
Jongin almost refuses but then Junmyeon takes a step forward, towards him, and
grips him by the arm. He goes willingly then, hopping down and resting his
torso over the desk and cheek against the hard wood.
"Pants down," is the next order and if it wasn't clear before, there are now no
doubts about what sort of discipline Junmyeon believes in.
It's a quick shuffle for Jongin to unbuckle his belt, then undo his slacks,
letting the fabric slip down his legs, the buckle clinking as pants hit the
floor. He's not embarrassed, years of changing rooms will remove that from you.
At least, he's not embarrassed until Junmyeon brings a hand to the waistband of
his underwear and says, "these too."
He pulls them off much more slowly, tries to keep so that the ends of his shirt
still cover most of his crotch but then Junmyeon is pulling his shirt up and
it's all moot point. Jongin stands there, bent at the waist over the study desk
and waits. He can hear the noise of the dinner, still continuing, in the
background and wonders if they've been gone long.
It can't have been more than ten minutes, but it feels like an eternity,
standing there, bare ass exposed as Junmyeon watches. Jongin is so focused on
being exposed, so self-aware that he manages to miss the movement of Junmyeon
until the other is on him, one hand firm on the small of his back to keep him
down.
He draws in a breath but refuses to move an inch.
"You will count them out," Junmyeon says. "Fifteen, if you're good. More, if I
think you need them. Is that understood?"
Jongin nods, moving his head as little as he dares when Junmyeon is using that
tone. He'll never admit it aloud but he likes the way Junmyeon is always clear
about his expectations, if only because it makes it so much easier to counter
them.
The first smack comes down hard on his left cheek and Jongin is not expecting
it, the force that has him pushed up against the desk, skin warming almost
immediately. He suppresses the gasp that threatens to spill from his lips, and
spits out a one instead.
The next blow comes to the right side of Jongin's ass, and he can feel his cock
twitch as Junmyeon's hand makes contact with his skin, reddening it. The third
follows soon after and Jongin reminds himself to count them out, lest Junmyeon
think he's not paying attention. Four blows and Jongin is careful to slip his
tongue behind his teeth so that he doesn't bite down to taste blood on every
jolt forward.
At five, there's a pause and Jongin chances a look at Junmyeon. He's a sight,
tie loosened as well, looking surprisingly well groomed for someone who has
dressed down to spank his junior. Jongin can feel his own cock, heavy and half
hard now, and wonders if Junmyeon is the same, if he's hard in his briefs from
all of this.
Junmyeon brings his hand down lower on the next stroke, brushes where Jongin's
ass meets the top of his thigh and his cock goes fully hard at that, the way
that Junmyeon's fingers brush over the skin.
He forget to count, forgets six until there are fingers pinching at his skin,
and Jongin says it, "six", over and over.
"Good boy," Junmyeon says, and it's almost believable. He follows the praise
with four more hits, all in rapid succession. Jongin is grateful for the fact
that he can still count, but the heat of the skin of his ass is intensifying
and he can already tell that sitting down will be hell for the next few days.
He supposes that's the point of it all, though, a reminder that Junmyeon cares
about how Jongin looks. That Junmyeon wants Jongin to be good for him. Jongin
shifts slightly, moves so that his hips are not pressing too awkwardly into the
edge of the desk, and so that his cock doesn't bump against the underside too
often. He's hard, yes, but he also doesn't want to show it yet. There's no way
Junmyeon can ignore it, but Jongin hopes that maybe if he's good enough, then
Junmyeon will take care of that too.
"Five more?" Jongin asks and his reply comes in a firm smack to his ass again.
Junmyeon's hand moves from where it's been still, holding pushing down on
Jongin's back, and grabs at his ass cheek, steadies himself there to land a
blow almost directly across both sides of Jongin's ass. He's not sure if it's
twelve or thirteen, but Jongin sighs out both numbers anyway, too lost in the
sensations of painpleasurehotskin to mind the fact that it has probably earned
him a couple more.
"Almost there," Junmyeon murmurs, and he sounds - pleased. "You've been okay so
far, Jongin. Can I trust that you'll remember what I'm trying to say?"
He punctuates the question with a hit, and Jongin replies, yeses and fourteens,
not quite clear with the way his words are slurring.
"I didn't quite hear that," presses Junmyeon. "Repeat it, and I think maybe
three more."
"Yes, I'll remember," Jongin says, crying out when Junmyeon lands a heavy
smack. "Fifteen-" he gasps, and when Junmyeon says nothing, Jongin repeats
himself. "I'll remember, I promise, hyung."
Junmyeon's hands must be smarting, because he switches sides, uses his left to
deliver the final three strokes. There's a surprising amount of strength still
in the blows, though, enough to have Jongin crying out properly now, uncaring
for the fact that someone might here them. A hand comes to cover his mouth and
it reassures him, somehow, that his hyung is still in the right sort of mindset
to keep them unnoticed.
The closing of the distance between them confirms one thing to Jongin, that
this is doing it for Junmyeon as much as it is for him. He can feel the hard
line of Junmyeon's cock, the heat of it against his thigh and he wants to
squirm, to feel it pressed up against him as they rut at each other.
There are still three left though, until Jongin has properly learned his lesson
and can hopefully do something about his cock, the way he's so, so hard and so
close to coming, untouched.
"Sixteen," Jongin says, preemptively, and for his cheek, Junmyeon hits him over
a particularly sore area of skin, redder than the rest, though most of his ass
is already blazing hot.
"Jongin," reprimands Junmyeon. "You were doing so well. I was looking forward
to letting you come, helping you come."
And Jongin has to flush at that, the thought of Junmyeon's hands, warm around
his cock, jerking him off, thumb sweeping through the pre come that he's
already been leaking. It makes his hips push forward in a search for friction,
for anything really, but Junmyeon is talking and, yes, Jongin has to listen
this time.
"I think," and he pauses for a second. "Maybe you don't deserve my hand on your
cock. God knows you want it. You could want to be good, Jongin, but clearly not
enough."
Junmyeon's words have him whining and the seventeenth blow comes as a pleasant
surprise, pain on the same level as pleasure at this point. He's so close,
Jongin thinks he might actually come if he thinks too hard about it. Junmyeon
was planning on jerking him off. Junmyeon might still want to jerk him off.
Junmyeon is hard from this, from spanking Jongin and watching him get harder
with every blow, seeing as he eventually started waiting for the hits rather
than flinching away from them.
He remembers to count.
Jongin smiles against the table top, knows that its the last blow and that,
even if Junmyeon leaves him here, pants down and cock hard, exposed in the
empty room, he'll still have the memory of it to jerk off to, when Junmyeon is
off at some prestigious college. It's wank fodder for months, years even, and
as Junmyeon delivers the last spank, Jongin has a full body shiver, feels the
warmth spread all over until he's gasping, almost sobbing out, "eighteen."
There are still hands on him, Jongin realises, and as he catches his breath, he
hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down, fabric shifting. He almost
doesn't look back, but it's Junmyeon, and he wants to see this, Head Boy
undone, broken by one misbehaving underclassman.
His cock is hard and red and curves slightly to the right, and Jongin can see
the way that Junmyeon is jerking, fast and rough, when he glances over his
shoulder. He starts to move, to face Junmyeon, but then the hand returns to the
small of his back, pushing him down.
"Stay put," Junmyeon says through gritted teeth, and Jongin doesn't understand
until he does, the slick of Junmyeon's pre come smearing onto the hot, red skin
of his ass.
It's messy and new and hot and Jongin wants to, needs to, has to bring a hand
down to his own cock, pull at it, jerking himself off in time to Junmyeon's
strokes. The hand holding him down shifts to grip at his hip and Junmyeon's
fingers will be leaving bruises. Jongin knows that he's not going to get
anything from the other at this point, just has to hope that he's not left high
and dry. The sounds that Junmyeon is making are enough to get him closer in any
case, deep moans and breathy sighs that are more and more frequent as he jerks
off faster.
"Junmyeon-hyung, can I-"
"Don't come yet," Junmyeon says, cutting Jongin off. "I want to know that you
can listen to me. Don't come."
Jongin grabs at the base of his cock, stops himself from coming even though
he's so close, and instead focusses on the feeling of the head of Junmyeon's
cock slipping over the skin of his ass, almost dipping down to rest between his
cheeks, and oh, Jongin wants it, to push back into the touch. When he does
shift his hips, it's in time with one of Junmyeon's thrusts and it's enough to
have Junmyeon crying out as he comes, wet and hot over the bare skin of
Jongin's ass.
"Fuck," swears Junmyeon and Jongin knows that it's permission, especially by
the way that the grip on his hips tightens, Junmyeon riding out the last of his
orgasm by rutting at Jongin's ass.
"Hyung," Jongin says, and then he's coming into his own hand, catching most of
the mess but knowing that he'll have to check later, clean up. His mind has
barely cleared before he feels Junmyeon press a messy kiss to the nape of his
neck. Jongin wants to touch him back, see if kissing him on the lips will be as
good as he has imagined, but Junmyeon backs away from the touch. Jongin almost
takes it personally until he realises that his distasteful expression is the
result of the come all over Jongin's hands. Junmyeon has no qualms about wiping
the come on his own hands onto the shirttails of Jongin's top, however.
"Fix yourself up," Junmyeon says, tucking his cock back inside his slacks. He
looks no worse for the last few minutes and as he unrolls his sleeves, Jongin
can see him slipping back into the Head Boy role.
"There are more tissues in the left drawer. I'll expect you in three minutes.
And please pay attention to Mrs Choi. Her son will be a senior next year."
Without another word, Junmyeon picks up his blazer and leaves the room and
Jongin is left alone, covered in come and wanting to do it over again.
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