Animals
title: animals
rating: nc-17
pairing: onew/taemin
summary: ---
author's note: I really have nothing to say, but enjoy. =D
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Jinki pressed the younger man up against the wall as though he were starving for him. There was such passion radiating from the fingertips as they glided up the soft baby-like skin. His lust was overpowering for the younger one, he knew it, but that didn’t mean that he was going to stop what he was doing. The taste that was infiltrating his senses was too much for his self-control.
Taemin was arching his back, forcing their chests closer together as his hands were pulling at that too-soft hair. His fingers slid through the soft locks and then scratched down the think neck and broad shoulders to claw at the shirt that was in the way.
Moments later, there was the sound of a shirt ripping as two mouth were ripped apart by the shock of it.
Taemin let out a sly smile; a glint entered in his eyes before he pushed the older man back taking the shirt off in the process. Thankfully, Taemin had estimated correctly and Jinki landed on the chair, unceremoniously, but landed on it nonetheless.
Jinki looked shocked, but couldn’t complain as those long legs straddled his hips and that pert ass was on top of his lap. His hands immediately grabbed that lush flesh and pulled it closer, loving the feel of their cocks rubbing through the denim.
The younger one smiled devilishly before he bent forward to press their lips together once more. He ran his dull nails down the strong pectorals, loving the curve of the muscles as he continued downward. His nails glided over the defined abs, but were quickly stopped by the metal belt that barred any further exploration. As he continued to nip and bite at those now bruised lips, Taemin quickly undid the belt, not being new at needing to undo the accessory quickly.
Although this wasn’t the first encounter he and Taemin have had, the quick work of his belt was a very much welcomed surprise, as was the feel of the cold hand passing through the hole in his briefs and gripping his hard dick. He, unconsciously, threw his head back while moaning silently; this also exposed his neck to harsh bites from the demanding young man.
Not only was Taemin demanding, he was impatient as he smoothly slid off the thick thighs and onto the floor, being able to keep his mouth on the sweat-slickened chest while he pulled the rest of that long hard cock out of its confines. Once he ran his hand up towards the tip, completely freeing it, he replaced it with his mouth, never being able to hold himself back from deepthroating that god-like creation.
“Fuck…” It had to have been the first word spoken in what felt like hours, and Taemin couldn’t have felt more proud of himself for that. Jinki could feel that smirk around his cock and started to pull on the short brown hair that was tickling his thighs. When had his pants and boxers been pulled down so far? “Taemin, I want to be inside of you.” He wasn’t a big fan of being sucked, although he did love it, what man with a cock didn’t? But he much preferred to be in that tight asshole that never seemed to tire of him.
Taemin gave his hyung a dirty smirk before ridding himself of his pants, only pulling his briefs down to his calves. He quickly turned around and sat on the thickness that always penetrated him so well. Knowing that he was in control, Taemin kept his moans relatively quiet, wanting to focus more on how quickly he could make Jinki cum.
The up and downward movement of his ass, all with the aid of his dancer legs, was becoming too much for Jinki. And Taemin knew that. He could hear the harsh breaths and feel the cock twitch inside his hole. Taemin knew he won when he felt an arm wrap around his stomach.
Although, he was dreadfully wrong as Jinki, without separating them, threw Taemin onto his knees and took advantage of the vulnerable position. Taemin didn’t even have a chance to thrust backwards. The hard, penetrating thrusts were causing him to scream and scratch at the floorboards with such strength that his skin started to bleed.
Jinki didn’t let up on his hard fucking; he knew that it was going to drive them both insane, but he couldn’t seem to care as he felt that strong sensation of heat curdling through him. There wasn’t even a moment’s warning before he released into the younger man, barely able to continue on before feeling the sensitivity of his dick’s tip become too overwhelming.
Thankfully, he only needed a moment’s rest before he flipped over that more than willing body and thrusted keenly into that already used orifice. There was an initial intake of air from the bottom man before his moans returned to their common decibel while he was being fucked quite thoroughly.
Jinki was now the one with the dirty smirk marring his features. He grabbed one of the dancer’s legs and bent it forward, knowing this angle was what the other needed to be finished off in the most delicious of ways. He was right as the younger one came all over himself without ever having been touched. Jinki smiled as he continued to pound into him, ripping the briefs all the way off so he could grab the long, muscled legs and hold them up and apart.
He kept thrusting, knowing he could last a bit longer. He also knew that if he didn’t stop, he’d be able to make Taemin cum many more times. Against, he was right as Taemin once again came, his voice almost becoming hoarse as he screamed Jinki’s name, everything else becoming incoherent nonsense.
Taemin felt as though his throat would bleed, but couldn’t seem to stop the sounds that escaped it. His body was overwhelmed with pleasure, becoming too sensitive. His back felt like it was grating against the material of his shirt. His skin was on fire from where Jinki’s hands were holding him, and his ass felt as though it were full from the thick dick inside him. There were spots on his chest that felt dry and warm and pleasant.
Taemin had one more in him, letting go relatively quickly, his voice actually quieting mid-scream during his orgasm. There were but drips that left his now deflating cock. The sight unwound Jinki. He came again, thrusting hard, yet slowly into the young man a few more times before pulling out of the sticky mess that now coated his cock.
Taemin sat up slowly, feeling exhausted as he gave Jinki one last kiss on his lips before cleaning himself up.
Jinki sat there a few moments more, enjoying the sated feeling before also cleaning up, not being bothered by the lack of cuddling. That wasn’t part of their agreement, anyways.