Impossibilities Made Possible
Title:Impossibilities Made Possible
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none
Pairing: 2Min (Taemin/Minho)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He said it himself "I didn't know it was impossible, therefore it was possible." So why wasn't he taking his own advice?
A/N: Emergency smut for ippeun_nuna I hope this helps bb!!! *hugs you tight*
A/N2: To my Co-CEO and my C-DAM (if you read this), your MinKey is coming tonight - I promise.
Minho awoke at 4:30 am. He turned on his side, struggling to go back to sleep but his bladder had other ideas. He couldn’t figure out why he had to pee so badly, he didn’t remember drinking much of anything before going to sleep. Nevertheless he got up, grudgingly, and made his way to the bathroom. He noted upon his exit out of his room that Taemin was not in his bed.
Weird. He thought, but shrugged it off; the need to relieve himself more pressing at that moment.
After he finished up and washed his hands he took a loop around the dorm. His search found him three other sleeping boys, but no maknae. He even made sure to check Key’s bed twice, just to see if Taemin had crawled in to snuggle up. He sometimes did that if he had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. Minho would prefer it if he would come to his bed instead, but sometimes only an Umma’s touch will do in certain situations.
He’d almost given up looking when he heard faint music lilting through the halls. He followed the sound down to the practice room to find a very sweaty Taemin dancing to the music. It wasn’t any of their usual routines, so Minho assumed it was just freestyle. Rather than interrupting the maknae, Minho chose to watch instead. He let his eyes roam appreciatively over Taemin’s lithe form as it undulated to the beat. The dancer had just executed a particularly complicated turn when his eyes caught Minho’s reflection in the mirrors.
“Hyung!” Taemin squeaked out as he clutched at his chest. “You scared me. “
Minho just smirked at him as he entered the room silently.
Taemin eyed him curiously for a moment before speaking again. “Why are you up?”
Minho clicked his tongue at the boy as he answered. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Taemin cast his eyes toward the floor. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought maybe if I danced for a while and tired my body, maybe my mind would want to rest too.”
The elder arched a brow a sign for the dancer to explain further.
“I’ve just been thinking a lot……about….things. I can’t seem to get my brain to shut up with these impossibilities.” The maknae’s teeth worried his lower lip, as if he was trying not to blurt out all his secrets.
“Impossibilities?” Minho queried as he drew even closer to the boy.
Taemin chose that second to go mute and Minho couldn’t help but notice how the younger boy was trembling - and not just from over-working his body. Minho lifted Taemin’s chin with his finger and looked deeply into the amber orbs. His mouth may not have said anything, but his eyes were saying it all. Minho could see the raw want, the utter desire that they held. He silently thanked 4:30am piss breaks, because otherwise what he was going to do next might never have happened.
“You know….there are other ways to tire your body out.” He whispered hotly into Taemin’s ear as he nibbled on the lobe.
The maknae let out a shuddery sigh as he pulled back to look at the rapper; his eyes wide with this newfound information. Maybe things weren’t so impossible after all. He took all of two seconds to make up his mind before he fused their mouths together. Minho was surprised that the younger boy had caught on so quickly, but that didn’t stop him from giving his all in returning the kiss. Hands clutched at each other’s sides and both boys lapped at each other hungrily.
Minho could feel the smaller boys hardness growing against his own, causing his hips to jerk forward on their own volition. The maknae uttered a few small mewling noises from the back of his throat as they grinded against one another; Minho devouring him down to his very soul. They broke apart, breath coming out in harsh little pants.
“Clothes.” Minho uttered.
Someone else might be confused by what he said, but Taemin knew exactly what it meant. The commanding tone behind it was all he needed to shimmy out of his pants quickly and fling his shirt over his head; Minho following suit.
The rapper laid them down on the ground, blanketing Taemin’s body fully with his own. He stared straight into the maknae’s eyes as he brought two of his own fingers into his mouth; sucking on them lewdly before trailing them down to Taemin’s entrance. He worked quickly, but thoroughly to open the boy up; relishing the whimpers that he elicited every time he brushed against the younger boy’s sensitive spot.
Minho spat into his palm and pumped his hand over his cock a few times. He knew it probably wasn’t enough for his first time, but there was no way in hell that he was stopping now.
Taemin’s eyes went wide and fearful as Minho positioned himself at his prepared hole.
“M-minho-ah…” He stared but was cut off by a chaste kiss.
“Shh. I’ll go slow. It will be ok, I promise.” The rapper assured as he began to push inward.
The dancer’s eyes screwed shut in pain as Minho buried himself fully inside. He rocked slowly, letting Taemin adjust to his size for a minute. It took all of his willpower to not let go and start fucking the maknae with wild abandon, but somehow he managed to control himself. When he finally started moving, his pace was slow. He angled his hips upward and gave a satisfied grin when he heard Taemin cry out below him.
“You like that?” He teased as he began to kiss along Taemin’s deliciously pale neck.
The dancer pushed back against him. “More. God….fuck….MORE.” He rasped out.
Minho picked up the pace; pounding into Taemin’s tight heat. The dancer was gripping his arms so tightly Minho just knew there were going to be bruises in the morning - but fuck, if it didn’t feel amazing at that moment.
Taemin started to writhe even more beneath him and Minho figured he was getting close to cumming. He quickly gripped at Taemin’s leaking cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Taemin wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist, and his hole tightened at the change of position. To Minho, the increased friction felt like insanity and bliss all rolled in to one. He began to jab frantically at Taemin’s prostate until the younger boy below him let out a string of curses and cries as he came; searing liquid pulsing out of his dick and onto their stomachs. Minho’s release followed, ropes of his cum coating the dancer’s inner walls as he collapsed on top of the boy.
He pulled out and rolled off, letting out a satisfied sigh. He looked over at Taemin and couldn’t help but smile. The boy’s wrecked appearance was a thing of beauty. Cum and sweat glistening on his taut abdomen, eyes hazy, and his auburn hair disheveled beyond repair.
“I think next time, when I can’t sleep, I’ll wake you up instead of Key-umma.” Taemin giggled as he flung an arm over his eyes.
Minho stood up and pulled the maknae to his feet.
“Come on Taeminnie, let’s go to bed.” Minho instructed as he went about picking up their clothes.
The dancer pouted. “But, hyung, I’m not tired.”
Minho cast a glance at the smaller boy, his eyes glistening with mischief. “I didn’t say we were going to sleep.”
Taemin blinked rapidly several times before realization dawned on him; quickly hurrying over to pull on his pants and trailing after Minho. The world of possibilities drifting through his head.
End.
Author: a_life_defiant
Beta: none
Pairing: 2Min (Taemin/Minho)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He said it himself "I didn't know it was impossible, therefore it was possible." So why wasn't he taking his own advice?
A/N: Emergency smut for ippeun_nuna I hope this helps bb!!! *hugs you tight*
A/N2: To my Co-CEO and my C-DAM (if you read this), your MinKey is coming tonight - I promise.
Minho awoke at 4:30 am. He turned on his side, struggling to go back to sleep but his bladder had other ideas. He couldn’t figure out why he had to pee so badly, he didn’t remember drinking much of anything before going to sleep. Nevertheless he got up, grudgingly, and made his way to the bathroom. He noted upon his exit out of his room that Taemin was not in his bed.
Weird. He thought, but shrugged it off; the need to relieve himself more pressing at that moment.
After he finished up and washed his hands he took a loop around the dorm. His search found him three other sleeping boys, but no maknae. He even made sure to check Key’s bed twice, just to see if Taemin had crawled in to snuggle up. He sometimes did that if he had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep. Minho would prefer it if he would come to his bed instead, but sometimes only an Umma’s touch will do in certain situations.
He’d almost given up looking when he heard faint music lilting through the halls. He followed the sound down to the practice room to find a very sweaty Taemin dancing to the music. It wasn’t any of their usual routines, so Minho assumed it was just freestyle. Rather than interrupting the maknae, Minho chose to watch instead. He let his eyes roam appreciatively over Taemin’s lithe form as it undulated to the beat. The dancer had just executed a particularly complicated turn when his eyes caught Minho’s reflection in the mirrors.
“Hyung!” Taemin squeaked out as he clutched at his chest. “You scared me. “
Minho just smirked at him as he entered the room silently.
Taemin eyed him curiously for a moment before speaking again. “Why are you up?”
Minho clicked his tongue at the boy as he answered. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Taemin cast his eyes toward the floor. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought maybe if I danced for a while and tired my body, maybe my mind would want to rest too.”
The elder arched a brow a sign for the dancer to explain further.
“I’ve just been thinking a lot……about….things. I can’t seem to get my brain to shut up with these impossibilities.” The maknae’s teeth worried his lower lip, as if he was trying not to blurt out all his secrets.
“Impossibilities?” Minho queried as he drew even closer to the boy.
Taemin chose that second to go mute and Minho couldn’t help but notice how the younger boy was trembling - and not just from over-working his body. Minho lifted Taemin’s chin with his finger and looked deeply into the amber orbs. His mouth may not have said anything, but his eyes were saying it all. Minho could see the raw want, the utter desire that they held. He silently thanked 4:30am piss breaks, because otherwise what he was going to do next might never have happened.
“You know….there are other ways to tire your body out.” He whispered hotly into Taemin’s ear as he nibbled on the lobe.
The maknae let out a shuddery sigh as he pulled back to look at the rapper; his eyes wide with this newfound information. Maybe things weren’t so impossible after all. He took all of two seconds to make up his mind before he fused their mouths together. Minho was surprised that the younger boy had caught on so quickly, but that didn’t stop him from giving his all in returning the kiss. Hands clutched at each other’s sides and both boys lapped at each other hungrily.
Minho could feel the smaller boys hardness growing against his own, causing his hips to jerk forward on their own volition. The maknae uttered a few small mewling noises from the back of his throat as they grinded against one another; Minho devouring him down to his very soul. They broke apart, breath coming out in harsh little pants.
“Clothes.” Minho uttered.
Someone else might be confused by what he said, but Taemin knew exactly what it meant. The commanding tone behind it was all he needed to shimmy out of his pants quickly and fling his shirt over his head; Minho following suit.
The rapper laid them down on the ground, blanketing Taemin’s body fully with his own. He stared straight into the maknae’s eyes as he brought two of his own fingers into his mouth; sucking on them lewdly before trailing them down to Taemin’s entrance. He worked quickly, but thoroughly to open the boy up; relishing the whimpers that he elicited every time he brushed against the younger boy’s sensitive spot.
Minho spat into his palm and pumped his hand over his cock a few times. He knew it probably wasn’t enough for his first time, but there was no way in hell that he was stopping now.
Taemin’s eyes went wide and fearful as Minho positioned himself at his prepared hole.
“M-minho-ah…” He stared but was cut off by a chaste kiss.
“Shh. I’ll go slow. It will be ok, I promise.” The rapper assured as he began to push inward.
The dancer’s eyes screwed shut in pain as Minho buried himself fully inside. He rocked slowly, letting Taemin adjust to his size for a minute. It took all of his willpower to not let go and start fucking the maknae with wild abandon, but somehow he managed to control himself. When he finally started moving, his pace was slow. He angled his hips upward and gave a satisfied grin when he heard Taemin cry out below him.
“You like that?” He teased as he began to kiss along Taemin’s deliciously pale neck.
The dancer pushed back against him. “More. God….fuck….MORE.” He rasped out.
Minho picked up the pace; pounding into Taemin’s tight heat. The dancer was gripping his arms so tightly Minho just knew there were going to be bruises in the morning - but fuck, if it didn’t feel amazing at that moment.
Taemin started to writhe even more beneath him and Minho figured he was getting close to cumming. He quickly gripped at Taemin’s leaking cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Taemin wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist, and his hole tightened at the change of position. To Minho, the increased friction felt like insanity and bliss all rolled in to one. He began to jab frantically at Taemin’s prostate until the younger boy below him let out a string of curses and cries as he came; searing liquid pulsing out of his dick and onto their stomachs. Minho’s release followed, ropes of his cum coating the dancer’s inner walls as he collapsed on top of the boy.
He pulled out and rolled off, letting out a satisfied sigh. He looked over at Taemin and couldn’t help but smile. The boy’s wrecked appearance was a thing of beauty. Cum and sweat glistening on his taut abdomen, eyes hazy, and his auburn hair disheveled beyond repair.
“I think next time, when I can’t sleep, I’ll wake you up instead of Key-umma.” Taemin giggled as he flung an arm over his eyes.
Minho stood up and pulled the maknae to his feet.
“Come on Taeminnie, let’s go to bed.” Minho instructed as he went about picking up their clothes.
The dancer pouted. “But, hyung, I’m not tired.”
Minho cast a glance at the smaller boy, his eyes glistening with mischief. “I didn’t say we were going to sleep.”
Taemin blinked rapidly several times before realization dawned on him; quickly hurrying over to pull on his pants and trailing after Minho. The world of possibilities drifting through his head.
End.