In the Afternoon
Title: T-Shirt
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Taemin and Minho got into a fight and Taemin decides he's had enough and leaves Minho. But it's not even a week later and he's missing Minho. Nothing's right without him by Minnie's side.
The sound of a television drama filtered through the dorm. Within the den area, Taemin had his head on Minho's shoulder, his eye lids slightly heavy as he grew bored. He wasn't one to sit and watch television for long periods of time and the pair were there for two hours already. He wanted to do something, anything... but he didn't want to leave the dorm. He was too comfortable pressed against Minho's side, soaking up his warmth and listening to him breathing. That was the great thing about his hyung, they didn't have to talk or vocalize anything.
Neither really had a clue when the other members would return to the dorm, but they were happy for their alone time. The couple was always working or hanging out with their hyungs. This was the first time in awhile that they were alone other than a regular night. Usually when they were alone, they would spend it wrapped up in each other's arms, but after the second round that morning, Taemin wasn't sure if it was alright to press for another go at it. He knew Minho was physically fit and could probably go yet again, but did he want to?
Taemin felt his cheeks heating up at the mere thought. Did he really want this again? Did he want Minho to press him into the cushions of the couch, grinding into him deeply? The slow swell of desire in the pit of his stomach was enough of an answer and he squirmed slightly, trying to keep his growing bulge hidden from his hyung. But the elder teen caught on, looking over to the boy with a silent glance. Minho could tell what was going through his mind with that flush and the way his hips seemed to inch back to hide his lower area.
A smirk twitched at the full lips as Minho slowly turned his head, looking down, gaze becoming heated. His body moved slowly, his hand reaching out and gently gripping the maknae's chin in his strong fingers, tilting his face up slowly. A boyish smile was playing on his mouth as he eyed the twink in Taemin's eyes. "What were you thinking about Taemin~ah?" The deep voice rumbled softly, sending tingles down Taemin's spine.
"N-Nothing hyung... J-Just..." Taemin's voice faltered as the hand that was once on his waist moved down to firmly touch his thigh, long fingers spreading over the warm skin. Those same fingers dipped between the legs, slowly touching up the milky inner thigh slowly with a purpose. "H-Hyung... I-I wasn't... M-Minho..." He trembled slightly when the fingers dipped lower. "O-Oh..." A gasp escaped his throat and he squirmed again. The feel of short nails teasingly dragging up his sensitive inner thigh made his lower area swell and press against his underwear.
Minho could feel the desire building between them again and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Taemin's collar bone, making the boy mewl before he gently nipped at the skin. "I think it was something... Show me what you were thinking..." he mumbled into the soft skin as he pulled back a little watching Taemin with hungry eyes. He slowly released the younger male, dragging his fingers up the boy's side softly, easing up the same shirt he'd been wearing all day.
Taemin shivered, his mind racing for a moment before he began to move around. He slowly removed himself from his warm spot against Minho's side and let their eyes lock gazes for a brief moment before blushing again. The younger male always felt a tad bit embarrassed whenever he came to take control, but Taemin pushed those thoughts away, knowing for sure that Minho liked him in charge on occasion. Instead of an innocent look in his eyes, the alluring boy gave Minho a smoldering gaze that was only brought out when the maknae was confident in actions.
Their lips sealed in a heated kiss and Taemin crawled slowly into his lap, sitting down and kissing him slowly with a purpose. Minho wanted him to let him into his mind, so he would. He kissed and nipped at Minho's lips before slithering down, trailing tongue, teeth, and lips over warm skin as he let his mouth skirt over the flesh of his hyung's jawline, neck, and collar bone. Taemin yanked off the thin black tank top that Minho wore before nipping down the other male's chest. His tongue darted out, tasting the smooth skin with purpose and leaving behind a cool trail in its wake. His teeth gently scraped upon the flesh, just enough to send shoots of tingles up Minho's spine.
Taemin's back was bent at a harsh angle as he tried to stay on Minho's lap and kiss lower, but eventually it got to be too much of a strain and the boy slipped down to the carpeted floor. The rough material scratched at his skin as he got adjusted before he pulled insistantly at Minho's sweatpants, causing the elder male to lift his hips off the couch and shove the clothing down to his knees only to have Taemin pull them off completely. His erection stood proud as the younger of the two eyed him with lust filled eyes.
Not much incouragement was needed, just a large hand tangled within the silken blonde locks and a gentle tug, and Taemin was gripping the base of Minho's length and lowering his mouth without hesitation. Dark eyes watched as a small pink tongue darted out to softly lap at the tip teasingly, gathering the tastes there before full lips stretched over the entire member and the small, wet mouth warmly encased him. Taemin began to slowly bob his head, tongue laying flatly on the underside of the erection, as his hand softly tugged at the base, twisting only slightly to make Minho's toes curl. The maknae gave a tiny sound, sending vibrations through his mouth and to Minho.
The elder of the two gave out a throaty moan as he watched his length disappear then reappear from Taemin's mouth. His hand was tangled in the locks as he let the boy do all the work. Minho no longer needed to guide the other male, he just cradled his head as the thin hand was removed and more of himself disappeared in the moist cavern. Desire built within his gut, causing Minho to moan loudly and throw his head back, fingernails lightly scratching at his dongsaeng's scalp with pleasure.
Taemin pulled back, easing off with a gentle pop, licking his lips to gather up the tastes. Minho could barely contain himself, bending over and placing his hands under Taemin's arms and lifting him up easily into his lap again, latching his mouth onto the full lips hungrily. Their tongues fought for dominance, hand skirting over available skin desperately. Neither really knew what had overcome them that day, but they could only give into their desires to feel and love one another. Taemin let Minho break their kiss to remove the shirt and underwear he was wearing just so the distance between them could lessen even more.
Minho coated his fingers with his own saliva before he allowed his mouth to reconnect to Taemin's. His hand traveled behind his small lover, gently finding the still stretched opening. He eased in one finger, feeling little to no resistance. Minho began to slowly work him open yet again, kissing along Taemin's neck as the boy moaned into the air desperately gripping at the broad shoulders with his thin hands. The stretching didn't last long and once it was done, Minho left the entrance alone after that, wanting Taemin to take control again.
The boy was quick to realize this and slowly reached behind him as he hovered over Minho's lap. He gripped the thick erection in his hand, giving it a few tentative pumps before wiggling around. It took a moment for Taemin to align himself and Minho up, but once he did, the younger of the two lowered himself slowly, making soft whimpering sounds as he was stretched to accommodate the length within him. The boy moaned softly, head falling forward to rest within the crook of Minho's neck and shoulder as he sank all the way down so that his bottom kissed Minho's thighs.
It took only a moment before Taemin began to shift his hips, slowly rising up only to fall back down. Minho's large warm hands were on his hips, just there for the touch and helping him support his weight. The maknae gave a soft, low moan as he started slow, his body craving the gentle drag of Minho's length deep inside him over his sweet spot, making intense pleasure course up his spine. But the slow rolling of his hips began to become more insistent and the boy pulled back, arching backwards with Minho's hands keeping him firmly in place as he began to screw his hips down hard onto his lover's lap.
Taemin's face was twisted in pure bliss as he slammed his body down as hard as he could, but his legs were beginning to tire out and he trembled as he began to grow shaky. He would have collapsed back onto the coffee table if Minho hadn't wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him forward toward his chest. The elder of the two shifted them around, pressing Taemin to the cushions of the couch before rocking deep inside him again, kissing his neck hungrily. Taemin gave a soft, surprised cry at the position change and how well Minho knew his body, knowing exactly where to touch to ignite his core.
Both boys were so engrossed in each other, making loud, lurid noises, that neither heard the front door open and then the sound of soft footsteps. Onew's schedule had ended and he had come home to rest and relax, but upon entry of the dorm, he heard the noises that Minho and Taemin were making. At first he was shocked, but quickly pulled out his iPod to block the sounds and give them some privacy, planning on avoiding the bedrooms for a long while. But as soon as he nearly entered the den area, he saw something he wanted to avoid. Taemin was on his back, head thrown out as a silent cry formed on his mouth and Minho was thrusting into him at a lazy pace before shifting into a faster one that made the maknae give a sound again.
Onew stood there for a moment, his mouth opened in shock, sorely tempted to watch them finish out their deed as he felt his jeans tighten uncomfortably. The sight was just too scandalous to turn away from without becoming flustered in the process. But Onew began to back away as Minho began to move in deep, slow movements again. As he was walking away uncomfortably, he pulled an earbud away to hear Taemin speak in what was clearly his bedroom voice reserved solely for Minho. Onew jammed the bud back in his ear and disappeared into his room to avoid the situation entirely.
In the den though, Taemin and Minho were reaching their peeks. The younger male was scratching at Minho's back insistently as his own back arched severly off the couch. He was making loud noises as he felt his gut clench and then relax as he released between them. Minho felt the clench around himself and spilled his desire deep within Taemin as white light danced behind their eyelids. Their cries mingled together as they tensed simultaneously then relaxed into the couch.
Taemin gave a soft mewl, squirming beneath Minho's weight, making the elder boy roll to the side so that they shared the couch together. He grabbed a blanket, pulling it over them as Taemin pressed into his chest and yawned cutely. All of their activities were tiring out the younger male and it wasn't long before he was asleep.
Part 1 | Part 2
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Taemin and Minho got into a fight and Taemin decides he's had enough and leaves Minho. But it's not even a week later and he's missing Minho. Nothing's right without him by Minnie's side.
The sound of a television drama filtered through the dorm. Within the den area, Taemin had his head on Minho's shoulder, his eye lids slightly heavy as he grew bored. He wasn't one to sit and watch television for long periods of time and the pair were there for two hours already. He wanted to do something, anything... but he didn't want to leave the dorm. He was too comfortable pressed against Minho's side, soaking up his warmth and listening to him breathing. That was the great thing about his hyung, they didn't have to talk or vocalize anything.
Neither really had a clue when the other members would return to the dorm, but they were happy for their alone time. The couple was always working or hanging out with their hyungs. This was the first time in awhile that they were alone other than a regular night. Usually when they were alone, they would spend it wrapped up in each other's arms, but after the second round that morning, Taemin wasn't sure if it was alright to press for another go at it. He knew Minho was physically fit and could probably go yet again, but did he want to?
Taemin felt his cheeks heating up at the mere thought. Did he really want this again? Did he want Minho to press him into the cushions of the couch, grinding into him deeply? The slow swell of desire in the pit of his stomach was enough of an answer and he squirmed slightly, trying to keep his growing bulge hidden from his hyung. But the elder teen caught on, looking over to the boy with a silent glance. Minho could tell what was going through his mind with that flush and the way his hips seemed to inch back to hide his lower area.
A smirk twitched at the full lips as Minho slowly turned his head, looking down, gaze becoming heated. His body moved slowly, his hand reaching out and gently gripping the maknae's chin in his strong fingers, tilting his face up slowly. A boyish smile was playing on his mouth as he eyed the twink in Taemin's eyes. "What were you thinking about Taemin~ah?" The deep voice rumbled softly, sending tingles down Taemin's spine.
"N-Nothing hyung... J-Just..." Taemin's voice faltered as the hand that was once on his waist moved down to firmly touch his thigh, long fingers spreading over the warm skin. Those same fingers dipped between the legs, slowly touching up the milky inner thigh slowly with a purpose. "H-Hyung... I-I wasn't... M-Minho..." He trembled slightly when the fingers dipped lower. "O-Oh..." A gasp escaped his throat and he squirmed again. The feel of short nails teasingly dragging up his sensitive inner thigh made his lower area swell and press against his underwear.
Minho could feel the desire building between them again and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Taemin's collar bone, making the boy mewl before he gently nipped at the skin. "I think it was something... Show me what you were thinking..." he mumbled into the soft skin as he pulled back a little watching Taemin with hungry eyes. He slowly released the younger male, dragging his fingers up the boy's side softly, easing up the same shirt he'd been wearing all day.
Taemin shivered, his mind racing for a moment before he began to move around. He slowly removed himself from his warm spot against Minho's side and let their eyes lock gazes for a brief moment before blushing again. The younger male always felt a tad bit embarrassed whenever he came to take control, but Taemin pushed those thoughts away, knowing for sure that Minho liked him in charge on occasion. Instead of an innocent look in his eyes, the alluring boy gave Minho a smoldering gaze that was only brought out when the maknae was confident in actions.
Their lips sealed in a heated kiss and Taemin crawled slowly into his lap, sitting down and kissing him slowly with a purpose. Minho wanted him to let him into his mind, so he would. He kissed and nipped at Minho's lips before slithering down, trailing tongue, teeth, and lips over warm skin as he let his mouth skirt over the flesh of his hyung's jawline, neck, and collar bone. Taemin yanked off the thin black tank top that Minho wore before nipping down the other male's chest. His tongue darted out, tasting the smooth skin with purpose and leaving behind a cool trail in its wake. His teeth gently scraped upon the flesh, just enough to send shoots of tingles up Minho's spine.
Taemin's back was bent at a harsh angle as he tried to stay on Minho's lap and kiss lower, but eventually it got to be too much of a strain and the boy slipped down to the carpeted floor. The rough material scratched at his skin as he got adjusted before he pulled insistantly at Minho's sweatpants, causing the elder male to lift his hips off the couch and shove the clothing down to his knees only to have Taemin pull them off completely. His erection stood proud as the younger of the two eyed him with lust filled eyes.
Not much incouragement was needed, just a large hand tangled within the silken blonde locks and a gentle tug, and Taemin was gripping the base of Minho's length and lowering his mouth without hesitation. Dark eyes watched as a small pink tongue darted out to softly lap at the tip teasingly, gathering the tastes there before full lips stretched over the entire member and the small, wet mouth warmly encased him. Taemin began to slowly bob his head, tongue laying flatly on the underside of the erection, as his hand softly tugged at the base, twisting only slightly to make Minho's toes curl. The maknae gave a tiny sound, sending vibrations through his mouth and to Minho.
The elder of the two gave out a throaty moan as he watched his length disappear then reappear from Taemin's mouth. His hand was tangled in the locks as he let the boy do all the work. Minho no longer needed to guide the other male, he just cradled his head as the thin hand was removed and more of himself disappeared in the moist cavern. Desire built within his gut, causing Minho to moan loudly and throw his head back, fingernails lightly scratching at his dongsaeng's scalp with pleasure.
Taemin pulled back, easing off with a gentle pop, licking his lips to gather up the tastes. Minho could barely contain himself, bending over and placing his hands under Taemin's arms and lifting him up easily into his lap again, latching his mouth onto the full lips hungrily. Their tongues fought for dominance, hand skirting over available skin desperately. Neither really knew what had overcome them that day, but they could only give into their desires to feel and love one another. Taemin let Minho break their kiss to remove the shirt and underwear he was wearing just so the distance between them could lessen even more.
Minho coated his fingers with his own saliva before he allowed his mouth to reconnect to Taemin's. His hand traveled behind his small lover, gently finding the still stretched opening. He eased in one finger, feeling little to no resistance. Minho began to slowly work him open yet again, kissing along Taemin's neck as the boy moaned into the air desperately gripping at the broad shoulders with his thin hands. The stretching didn't last long and once it was done, Minho left the entrance alone after that, wanting Taemin to take control again.
The boy was quick to realize this and slowly reached behind him as he hovered over Minho's lap. He gripped the thick erection in his hand, giving it a few tentative pumps before wiggling around. It took a moment for Taemin to align himself and Minho up, but once he did, the younger of the two lowered himself slowly, making soft whimpering sounds as he was stretched to accommodate the length within him. The boy moaned softly, head falling forward to rest within the crook of Minho's neck and shoulder as he sank all the way down so that his bottom kissed Minho's thighs.
It took only a moment before Taemin began to shift his hips, slowly rising up only to fall back down. Minho's large warm hands were on his hips, just there for the touch and helping him support his weight. The maknae gave a soft, low moan as he started slow, his body craving the gentle drag of Minho's length deep inside him over his sweet spot, making intense pleasure course up his spine. But the slow rolling of his hips began to become more insistent and the boy pulled back, arching backwards with Minho's hands keeping him firmly in place as he began to screw his hips down hard onto his lover's lap.
Taemin's face was twisted in pure bliss as he slammed his body down as hard as he could, but his legs were beginning to tire out and he trembled as he began to grow shaky. He would have collapsed back onto the coffee table if Minho hadn't wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him forward toward his chest. The elder of the two shifted them around, pressing Taemin to the cushions of the couch before rocking deep inside him again, kissing his neck hungrily. Taemin gave a soft, surprised cry at the position change and how well Minho knew his body, knowing exactly where to touch to ignite his core.
Both boys were so engrossed in each other, making loud, lurid noises, that neither heard the front door open and then the sound of soft footsteps. Onew's schedule had ended and he had come home to rest and relax, but upon entry of the dorm, he heard the noises that Minho and Taemin were making. At first he was shocked, but quickly pulled out his iPod to block the sounds and give them some privacy, planning on avoiding the bedrooms for a long while. But as soon as he nearly entered the den area, he saw something he wanted to avoid. Taemin was on his back, head thrown out as a silent cry formed on his mouth and Minho was thrusting into him at a lazy pace before shifting into a faster one that made the maknae give a sound again.
Onew stood there for a moment, his mouth opened in shock, sorely tempted to watch them finish out their deed as he felt his jeans tighten uncomfortably. The sight was just too scandalous to turn away from without becoming flustered in the process. But Onew began to back away as Minho began to move in deep, slow movements again. As he was walking away uncomfortably, he pulled an earbud away to hear Taemin speak in what was clearly his bedroom voice reserved solely for Minho. Onew jammed the bud back in his ear and disappeared into his room to avoid the situation entirely.
In the den though, Taemin and Minho were reaching their peeks. The younger male was scratching at Minho's back insistently as his own back arched severly off the couch. He was making loud noises as he felt his gut clench and then relax as he released between them. Minho felt the clench around himself and spilled his desire deep within Taemin as white light danced behind their eyelids. Their cries mingled together as they tensed simultaneously then relaxed into the couch.
Taemin gave a soft mewl, squirming beneath Minho's weight, making the elder boy roll to the side so that they shared the couch together. He grabbed a blanket, pulling it over them as Taemin pressed into his chest and yawned cutely. All of their activities were tiring out the younger male and it wasn't long before he was asleep.
Part 1 | Part 2