'Til Waterfalls, pt II
Title: 'Til Waterfalls, pt II
Fandom: EXO, SHINee
Pairing: Taemin/Kai
Rating: R-ish
Word count: 551 words
Summary: Taemin and Jongin fooling around.
Warnings: Mentions of breath play.
Notes: Because matchynishi. Squints a lot. I was only barely awake writing this. Again, this description is fitting.
Like most of their best -- and worst -- ideas, it starts out when they're just fooling around.
"You fucking shit," Taemin laughs, leaping towards Jongin's broader frame until the younger is sprawled across the living room floor, chuckling against his attacking hands. Steps away from their tangling limbs flashes the "failed mission" on the left side of the screen, a contrast to the commemorating victorious team on the right. "That was a clear cheat and you know it."
Jongin thrashes playfully, laughing in good nature as he weakly attempts at batting away Taemin's hands, not mustering a lot of success. "Such a baby, grow up and accept your sorry loss."
Taemin yelps in mock outrage, thighs scrambling up Jongin's to finally immobilize his hips, pushing at his chest before his hands flying to his throat, holding it hostage to his mercy. They're small, but once they firm up around the long column of Jongin's neck, they do the trick. "Admit you cheated."
"Baby," Jongin merely repeats in the smuggest tone Taemin's ever heard escape those lips, eyeing him up in challenge. "That's what you are."
Chuckling, Taemin motions to shake him whole by the neck, only letting the threat linger, hands still firm in their spot however, eyeing the other.
"Wouldn't be so cocky in the sheets, huh?" he accuses back, his grin straightening into a softer smile, something sparkling in his gaze though he holds a playful stance. Jongin arches a brow in similar nature.
"Wouldn't I?" A bluff, complete with a tongue slip that tells Taemin not to take it to heart. It only partially works.
"Would you?" Taemin challenges, his own brows lifting the slightest to read Jongin, gaze travelling over the familar features and then falling towards the sight of his fingers snuck around Jongin's lean throat. "Would I need to do something about that?"
Now, the mood suffers a considerable shift. Like the afternoon sun that lazily stretches itself for long moments until it finally decides to surrender to the persuasive moon in what seems to be a heartbeat, light to dark in a blink of lashes, their laughter subsides to let familiar demons crawl out tentatively.
Jongin swallows, feeling Taemin's palm strain the movement, and a sudden heat begins licking at his skin.
"Depends. What would you do?"
Voice low, breath playing on its edges. Taemin's intrigued now, eyes turning sharp as he presses in, finger pads smoothening over Jongin's patch of skin, smooth, sensitive. He can feel the shudder that runs up Jongin's nape on the tips of his fingers.
"I'd have to hold you down, wouldn't I?" He's very illustrative too, hips swivelling down, body sinking. Hands tightening. Jongin tries swallowing again, feeling the resistance increase. "Get a good grasp of you until you're tamed again."
He forces his hold down, blocking Jongin's breath for a second, silencing its soft noise against his teeth. Jongin attempts a gasp, but softly rolls his eyes in something similar to ecstasy when he realizes he can't complete the action. Taemin is quick to let his breathing resume, though, still testing waters.
"Until I'm tamed," he repeats, hips pushing up significantly, searching for friction unabashed.
"Until you can't breathe," Taemin stresses, brightening up in the darkest of ways when Jongin lets out a full telltale gasp.
Fandom: EXO, SHINee
Pairing: Taemin/Kai
Rating: R-ish
Word count: 551 words
Summary: Taemin and Jongin fooling around.
Warnings: Mentions of breath play.
Notes: Because matchynishi. Squints a lot. I was only barely awake writing this. Again, this description is fitting.
Like most of their best -- and worst -- ideas, it starts out when they're just fooling around.
"You fucking shit," Taemin laughs, leaping towards Jongin's broader frame until the younger is sprawled across the living room floor, chuckling against his attacking hands. Steps away from their tangling limbs flashes the "failed mission" on the left side of the screen, a contrast to the commemorating victorious team on the right. "That was a clear cheat and you know it."
Jongin thrashes playfully, laughing in good nature as he weakly attempts at batting away Taemin's hands, not mustering a lot of success. "Such a baby, grow up and accept your sorry loss."
Taemin yelps in mock outrage, thighs scrambling up Jongin's to finally immobilize his hips, pushing at his chest before his hands flying to his throat, holding it hostage to his mercy. They're small, but once they firm up around the long column of Jongin's neck, they do the trick. "Admit you cheated."
"Baby," Jongin merely repeats in the smuggest tone Taemin's ever heard escape those lips, eyeing him up in challenge. "That's what you are."
Chuckling, Taemin motions to shake him whole by the neck, only letting the threat linger, hands still firm in their spot however, eyeing the other.
"Wouldn't be so cocky in the sheets, huh?" he accuses back, his grin straightening into a softer smile, something sparkling in his gaze though he holds a playful stance. Jongin arches a brow in similar nature.
"Wouldn't I?" A bluff, complete with a tongue slip that tells Taemin not to take it to heart. It only partially works.
"Would you?" Taemin challenges, his own brows lifting the slightest to read Jongin, gaze travelling over the familar features and then falling towards the sight of his fingers snuck around Jongin's lean throat. "Would I need to do something about that?"
Now, the mood suffers a considerable shift. Like the afternoon sun that lazily stretches itself for long moments until it finally decides to surrender to the persuasive moon in what seems to be a heartbeat, light to dark in a blink of lashes, their laughter subsides to let familiar demons crawl out tentatively.
Jongin swallows, feeling Taemin's palm strain the movement, and a sudden heat begins licking at his skin.
"Depends. What would you do?"
Voice low, breath playing on its edges. Taemin's intrigued now, eyes turning sharp as he presses in, finger pads smoothening over Jongin's patch of skin, smooth, sensitive. He can feel the shudder that runs up Jongin's nape on the tips of his fingers.
"I'd have to hold you down, wouldn't I?" He's very illustrative too, hips swivelling down, body sinking. Hands tightening. Jongin tries swallowing again, feeling the resistance increase. "Get a good grasp of you until you're tamed again."
He forces his hold down, blocking Jongin's breath for a second, silencing its soft noise against his teeth. Jongin attempts a gasp, but softly rolls his eyes in something similar to ecstasy when he realizes he can't complete the action. Taemin is quick to let his breathing resume, though, still testing waters.
"Until I'm tamed," he repeats, hips pushing up significantly, searching for friction unabashed.
"Until you can't breathe," Taemin stresses, brightening up in the darkest of ways when Jongin lets out a full telltale gasp.