The Exercise
Title: The Exercise
Author: Ahra
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Summary: Taemin begged Minho to teach him some good exercises and warms-up during the Dream Team recording.
@shitake246 & @jeferoce or almightydiva , I blame you for making me write this smut. Nevertheless, I love you two <3
“ Hyung, aren’t the obstacles too difficult for me? I mean, my legs are quite skinny and to run all the way through them..”
Minho blinked, his hand putting down a bottle of mineral water back to an extending table near the folding chair where he sat and observing what Taemin’s index finger was pointing at. “ I don’t think it’s that difficult to go through, Taemin-ah,” Minho mumbled softly.
“ But Hyung, you have been experienced enough in Dream Team, like you are the ace among them. I am sure with the horse legs of yours,”
Taemin swept his finger along the length of obstacles from his view, “ As if this is a piece of cake. You exercise a lot, Hyung. Admit it.”
“ Well yeah, sure, that has some points,” not that Minho was going to deny it, though. His muscles and also the sturdy body bolstered up in every performance he would kick off and the result to end up beautifully. Unlike Taemin, the little muscles binding his slender body made him less easier to accomplish the defiance he was gonna take in.
“ Have you tried and familiarized yourself with them?” Taemin asked.
“ Yeah. I just need to get a grip of myself or else I will get rushed, it’s not a very good idea. I hate losing, you sure have known,” Minho shrugged. The dancer rolled his eyes of appreciation; the half for that actually Minho had realized it by himself, the other half because Taemin more less had imagined how the scene would be when Minho’s impatience took place. Taemin turned round and clung his arm around Minho’s, kinda hoping he could steal a moment to cuddle up with his lover under this heat because Gosh - he needed to distract himself before he could melt down into a puddle right on the spot. The latter happily accepted Taemin’s sudden spoiled attitude and tugged his fingers into Taemin’s soft skin, his nail grasping the appreciated beauty next to him. He didn’t want the other Asian stars to look at Taemin’s soft and cute side so Minho pulled Taemin to snuggle closer so his face was hidden perfectly.
Since skinships are approved in South Korea, no one of them - well, except Super Junior hyung-nims and Jungmo - got suspicious and considered their actions as brother-romance whereas the other SM male artists that turned up in Dream Team only could either smirk and sigh, because the couple was, right, unstoppable. And Minho was that damn protective.
The maknae brushed his lips over Minho’s muscular arm and that, regardless Taemin’s insensitive mind, caused Minho to shiver and create a tent under his sweatpants, but Taemin didn’t realize anything and continued examining the five obstacles ahead.
“ I don’t think I can do it without some exercises..” Taemin murmured and look at the rapper, “ Hyung, can you help me?”
Minho wiggled his brows. “ Sure, what’s it?”
“ Please teach me how to do good warm-ups and exercises so my legs won’t get stiff all of sudden,” Taemin pleaded, knowing his limit was close beyond his imagination, “ Or sprained. Please, Hyung?”
“ Exercises..” Minho began wondering and looked down at the dancer - somehow his luck was taking place too. His eyes found a gap between Taemin’s white t-shirt and his bony chest, so he could get an apparent view of the delicious, milky skin glistened with sweats because of the unbearable heat. Minho suddenly found himself twitching a slight smirk, he didn’t want to let this chance go.
“ Sure, Taemin,” Minho dug his nail into Taemin’s wrist, helping him to stand up, “ I am pretty sure I can teach you some.”
There were innocent sparks in Taemin’s brown eyes. “ Oh, great! Hyung, you are the best boyfriend ever!”
“ Of course, and besides,” Minho leaned in to whisper, his hot breath hovering above Taemin’s ear, making the younger male shiver, “ You can get double advantages if you follow me.”
Something underneath Minho’s voice made Taemin’s heart thump up - that gaze was eating him alive, imprisoning him in the world Taemin could not escape, he knew he had to comply with the promise Minho gave to him.
The two of them stopped by a unused warehouse. Taemin was still immersed thought of why Minho chose this place out of all better spots, but he decided to leave it out and trust his lover. Minho gently knocked the door and rotated the knob, which surprisingly it swung open easily. It wasn’t locked and both of them swayed into the warehouse.
Taemin’s eyes wandered inside, the warehouse was dusty and got a few lights since they shone down through the cracks everywhere.
“ Hyung, why are we here?” Taemin asked softly and the rapper slammed his ass down onto the dusty floors and smiled, tapping the space beside him. “ Come here.”
Taemin nodded - yet even he missed a glint of smirk crossing over that sculptured face, Taemin could feel that the heat had changed. Something lust-filled had drawn him closer to the taller male. It was unbearable.
Soon as he was only two steps away from Minho, Taemin mumbled, “ Hyung, I - “
And his words died down instantly once Minho mashed his juicy lips against the dancer’s, nibbling them eagerly. When Taemin still got lost in shock, protruding tongue came out to be passed through that perfect line of teeth, and fought for dominance between them. Taemin quickly regained his sanity and broke away the kiss, although quivering his knees were starting to give away, he shot up a puzzled stare. “ H - hyung? Why are you doing this? I thought you said that you -“
But Minho just flashed a smile, but Taemin knew there was another intention beneath that soft smile - which only could be defined as ‘lust’.
“ Believe me, this will work out. As I’ve said,” Minho’s tip of finger brushed Taemin’s red cheek, tracing it down in a very slow, teasing pace. “ Also, something down there is quite needy for an attention from me, don’t you think?”
Taemin looked down and elicited an embarrassed gasp, he was intending to closing up his inner thighs but Minho’s reaction was faster than Taemin thought. The elder took in the small wrist and pressed his lips on Taemin’s bruised ones again, sucking and grinding his teeth above them. This time Taemin had to surrender, there was no way he could win over this Greek-God-like. So Taemin gave in, hands clutching hard on Minho’s blue top. The dancer had no idea how to response on this rough treatment but somehow Minho’s fingers worked deliberately to make Taemin want to drop his knees down and beg Minho to take him - but the rapper would carry it out anytime soon.
“ Clothes off. Now.” And Taemin obliged blindly, not knowing what that had taken a control in his mind, but he was sure his sanity had been washed off, he could not hear anything else beside Minho’s deep, intoxicating voice ordering Taemin to obey him.
“ Fuck, Taemin - what I have in my mind for you,” Minho breathed heavily, “ Is not going to be shared with anyone. You only can as this to me, the exercise you are going to do.”
Minho’s head dipped down to devour the taste of Taemin’s sweaty collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva and biting, sucking the pale skin. The rapper shifted his parted lips to play with the hardened nubs and the dancer bucked his hips upward, arching beautifully to give an alluring erogenous to Minho’s needy mouth. His palm reached for the steel shaft of Taemin, touching the sensitive veins in the underside and his hand roamed all over it. Taemin gasped, a zap of electricity pricking his spine and making his body shook in never ending pleasure; Taemin’s body bucked against the raw, bewitching sensation that Minho gave to him.
“ Do I have to prepare you, because I need to do the exercise soon?”
Taemin’s bit his lips, humming, “ Mmh - No, Hyung, I can’t - Don’t, quick - “ his incoherent words jumbled out of his lips, but Minho understood it and smiled. He pulled the fabric he was wearing down his ass, then removed his t-shirt, and leaned against the wall, legs stretching out across the wooden floors.
“ Ride me.”
The dancer crawled helplessly towards the now standing hard proudly shaft, straddling above it so his puckered entrance touched Minho’s already purple cock. Taemin closed his eyes and began lowering himself, the pulsing cock pushing into the inevitable heat. The maknae gritted his teeth over the sensational feeling of having Minho’s cock residing inside him, veins throbbing against the tight walls and the rapper groaned in pleasure.
“ T - Taemin, move..”
The younger started bouncing himself up and down, legs supporting and his hands clamped tighter on Minho’s shoulders. Minho rocked his hips to meet with Taemin’s and his raging cock went deeper, the tip touching slightly the bundle of sensitive nerves and Taemin arched his back, his eyes rolling back and hastily bouncing again to meet with Minho’s thrust - he needed to reach his peak.
Minho guttered something unintelligent, but he didn’t care, the sheer of pleasure fluttering in his heart as Taemin’s walls stretched and reached out to shape him. He pounded upwards deeper, stronger, and Taemin would response it with stronger musical moan and slammed down himself again.
Slowly they built a speed instead of synchronized one between them, and set a rhythm that made both of the boys could not fake the flood of feelings swashing in them. Taemin didn’t care if his legs and muscles in his thighs burned and Minho also ignored the probability his hips to be sore once this ended, yet they increased the pace between each thrust, the sweat now drenched them fully from head to toe.
Minho gripped the both sides of Taemin’s hips tightly and gave a very hard thrust before the dancer stilled completely, arching his back and letting out a soft groan. His seeds spilled out and splattered across Minho’s broad chest. But Minho didn’t stop fucking, he didn’t stop pushing his cock to be enveloped with the smooth muscles until he felt himself close - because Taemin’s forceful orgasm and the tight insides squeezed him hard - his balls finally pumped out every last drop out into the pink, abused hole and some leaked out, trailing down Taemin’s inner thigh.
“ Oh Hyung.. I - “ Taemin breathed heavily against Minho’s breastbone and the rapper gave a few minutes for them to gain the composures before he took out his limp shaft of the dancer who winced during the process and kissed the crown of Taemin’s head gently. Minho pulled Taemin over his chest and the maknae wiggled his deliciously sore ass, giggling. “ I don’t mind to do exercises often if they are like this.”
“ You can just ask me anytime, Taemin-ah.”
“ Mm, I know, but we have to go back soon. The hyung-nims must be looking for us now.”
Minho managed a groan and helped Taemin stand upright since his ass was still in fire. They put on their clothes again and pulled up the sweatpants, exchanging a smile between them.
“ You know, I think I am ready now,” Taemin laughed and tiptoed to kiss Minho’s red lips. The taller shrugged with a grin and slyly commented, “ See? You have gained more confidence under my training.”
“ Sure, sure. Now let’s go, before Leeteuk Hyung calls the cops and tells them that we are kidnapped by crazy fangirls.”
“ Only if the fangirls wanted to see us making out.”
“ I bet they would. Anyway I need to agree with you, Hyung. I think your special training is going to work out on us.”
“ Definitely, just prove it to yourself.”
Maybe that’s because why the recording ended up with Taemin sweeping up the victory during the first round and Minho coming out as the winner eventually.
Author: Ahra
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Summary: Taemin begged Minho to teach him some good exercises and warms-up during the Dream Team recording.
@shitake246 & @jeferoce or almightydiva , I blame you for making me write this smut. Nevertheless, I love you two <3
“ Hyung, aren’t the obstacles too difficult for me? I mean, my legs are quite skinny and to run all the way through them..”
Minho blinked, his hand putting down a bottle of mineral water back to an extending table near the folding chair where he sat and observing what Taemin’s index finger was pointing at. “ I don’t think it’s that difficult to go through, Taemin-ah,” Minho mumbled softly.
“ But Hyung, you have been experienced enough in Dream Team, like you are the ace among them. I am sure with the horse legs of yours,”
Taemin swept his finger along the length of obstacles from his view, “ As if this is a piece of cake. You exercise a lot, Hyung. Admit it.”
“ Well yeah, sure, that has some points,” not that Minho was going to deny it, though. His muscles and also the sturdy body bolstered up in every performance he would kick off and the result to end up beautifully. Unlike Taemin, the little muscles binding his slender body made him less easier to accomplish the defiance he was gonna take in.
“ Have you tried and familiarized yourself with them?” Taemin asked.
“ Yeah. I just need to get a grip of myself or else I will get rushed, it’s not a very good idea. I hate losing, you sure have known,” Minho shrugged. The dancer rolled his eyes of appreciation; the half for that actually Minho had realized it by himself, the other half because Taemin more less had imagined how the scene would be when Minho’s impatience took place. Taemin turned round and clung his arm around Minho’s, kinda hoping he could steal a moment to cuddle up with his lover under this heat because Gosh - he needed to distract himself before he could melt down into a puddle right on the spot. The latter happily accepted Taemin’s sudden spoiled attitude and tugged his fingers into Taemin’s soft skin, his nail grasping the appreciated beauty next to him. He didn’t want the other Asian stars to look at Taemin’s soft and cute side so Minho pulled Taemin to snuggle closer so his face was hidden perfectly.
Since skinships are approved in South Korea, no one of them - well, except Super Junior hyung-nims and Jungmo - got suspicious and considered their actions as brother-romance whereas the other SM male artists that turned up in Dream Team only could either smirk and sigh, because the couple was, right, unstoppable. And Minho was that damn protective.
The maknae brushed his lips over Minho’s muscular arm and that, regardless Taemin’s insensitive mind, caused Minho to shiver and create a tent under his sweatpants, but Taemin didn’t realize anything and continued examining the five obstacles ahead.
“ I don’t think I can do it without some exercises..” Taemin murmured and look at the rapper, “ Hyung, can you help me?”
Minho wiggled his brows. “ Sure, what’s it?”
“ Please teach me how to do good warm-ups and exercises so my legs won’t get stiff all of sudden,” Taemin pleaded, knowing his limit was close beyond his imagination, “ Or sprained. Please, Hyung?”
“ Exercises..” Minho began wondering and looked down at the dancer - somehow his luck was taking place too. His eyes found a gap between Taemin’s white t-shirt and his bony chest, so he could get an apparent view of the delicious, milky skin glistened with sweats because of the unbearable heat. Minho suddenly found himself twitching a slight smirk, he didn’t want to let this chance go.
“ Sure, Taemin,” Minho dug his nail into Taemin’s wrist, helping him to stand up, “ I am pretty sure I can teach you some.”
There were innocent sparks in Taemin’s brown eyes. “ Oh, great! Hyung, you are the best boyfriend ever!”
“ Of course, and besides,” Minho leaned in to whisper, his hot breath hovering above Taemin’s ear, making the younger male shiver, “ You can get double advantages if you follow me.”
Something underneath Minho’s voice made Taemin’s heart thump up - that gaze was eating him alive, imprisoning him in the world Taemin could not escape, he knew he had to comply with the promise Minho gave to him.
The two of them stopped by a unused warehouse. Taemin was still immersed thought of why Minho chose this place out of all better spots, but he decided to leave it out and trust his lover. Minho gently knocked the door and rotated the knob, which surprisingly it swung open easily. It wasn’t locked and both of them swayed into the warehouse.
Taemin’s eyes wandered inside, the warehouse was dusty and got a few lights since they shone down through the cracks everywhere.
“ Hyung, why are we here?” Taemin asked softly and the rapper slammed his ass down onto the dusty floors and smiled, tapping the space beside him. “ Come here.”
Taemin nodded - yet even he missed a glint of smirk crossing over that sculptured face, Taemin could feel that the heat had changed. Something lust-filled had drawn him closer to the taller male. It was unbearable.
Soon as he was only two steps away from Minho, Taemin mumbled, “ Hyung, I - “
And his words died down instantly once Minho mashed his juicy lips against the dancer’s, nibbling them eagerly. When Taemin still got lost in shock, protruding tongue came out to be passed through that perfect line of teeth, and fought for dominance between them. Taemin quickly regained his sanity and broke away the kiss, although quivering his knees were starting to give away, he shot up a puzzled stare. “ H - hyung? Why are you doing this? I thought you said that you -“
But Minho just flashed a smile, but Taemin knew there was another intention beneath that soft smile - which only could be defined as ‘lust’.
“ Believe me, this will work out. As I’ve said,” Minho’s tip of finger brushed Taemin’s red cheek, tracing it down in a very slow, teasing pace. “ Also, something down there is quite needy for an attention from me, don’t you think?”
Taemin looked down and elicited an embarrassed gasp, he was intending to closing up his inner thighs but Minho’s reaction was faster than Taemin thought. The elder took in the small wrist and pressed his lips on Taemin’s bruised ones again, sucking and grinding his teeth above them. This time Taemin had to surrender, there was no way he could win over this Greek-God-like. So Taemin gave in, hands clutching hard on Minho’s blue top. The dancer had no idea how to response on this rough treatment but somehow Minho’s fingers worked deliberately to make Taemin want to drop his knees down and beg Minho to take him - but the rapper would carry it out anytime soon.
“ Clothes off. Now.” And Taemin obliged blindly, not knowing what that had taken a control in his mind, but he was sure his sanity had been washed off, he could not hear anything else beside Minho’s deep, intoxicating voice ordering Taemin to obey him.
“ Fuck, Taemin - what I have in my mind for you,” Minho breathed heavily, “ Is not going to be shared with anyone. You only can as this to me, the exercise you are going to do.”
Minho’s head dipped down to devour the taste of Taemin’s sweaty collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva and biting, sucking the pale skin. The rapper shifted his parted lips to play with the hardened nubs and the dancer bucked his hips upward, arching beautifully to give an alluring erogenous to Minho’s needy mouth. His palm reached for the steel shaft of Taemin, touching the sensitive veins in the underside and his hand roamed all over it. Taemin gasped, a zap of electricity pricking his spine and making his body shook in never ending pleasure; Taemin’s body bucked against the raw, bewitching sensation that Minho gave to him.
“ Do I have to prepare you, because I need to do the exercise soon?”
Taemin’s bit his lips, humming, “ Mmh - No, Hyung, I can’t - Don’t, quick - “ his incoherent words jumbled out of his lips, but Minho understood it and smiled. He pulled the fabric he was wearing down his ass, then removed his t-shirt, and leaned against the wall, legs stretching out across the wooden floors.
“ Ride me.”
The dancer crawled helplessly towards the now standing hard proudly shaft, straddling above it so his puckered entrance touched Minho’s already purple cock. Taemin closed his eyes and began lowering himself, the pulsing cock pushing into the inevitable heat. The maknae gritted his teeth over the sensational feeling of having Minho’s cock residing inside him, veins throbbing against the tight walls and the rapper groaned in pleasure.
“ T - Taemin, move..”
The younger started bouncing himself up and down, legs supporting and his hands clamped tighter on Minho’s shoulders. Minho rocked his hips to meet with Taemin’s and his raging cock went deeper, the tip touching slightly the bundle of sensitive nerves and Taemin arched his back, his eyes rolling back and hastily bouncing again to meet with Minho’s thrust - he needed to reach his peak.
Minho guttered something unintelligent, but he didn’t care, the sheer of pleasure fluttering in his heart as Taemin’s walls stretched and reached out to shape him. He pounded upwards deeper, stronger, and Taemin would response it with stronger musical moan and slammed down himself again.
Slowly they built a speed instead of synchronized one between them, and set a rhythm that made both of the boys could not fake the flood of feelings swashing in them. Taemin didn’t care if his legs and muscles in his thighs burned and Minho also ignored the probability his hips to be sore once this ended, yet they increased the pace between each thrust, the sweat now drenched them fully from head to toe.
Minho gripped the both sides of Taemin’s hips tightly and gave a very hard thrust before the dancer stilled completely, arching his back and letting out a soft groan. His seeds spilled out and splattered across Minho’s broad chest. But Minho didn’t stop fucking, he didn’t stop pushing his cock to be enveloped with the smooth muscles until he felt himself close - because Taemin’s forceful orgasm and the tight insides squeezed him hard - his balls finally pumped out every last drop out into the pink, abused hole and some leaked out, trailing down Taemin’s inner thigh.
“ Oh Hyung.. I - “ Taemin breathed heavily against Minho’s breastbone and the rapper gave a few minutes for them to gain the composures before he took out his limp shaft of the dancer who winced during the process and kissed the crown of Taemin’s head gently. Minho pulled Taemin over his chest and the maknae wiggled his deliciously sore ass, giggling. “ I don’t mind to do exercises often if they are like this.”
“ You can just ask me anytime, Taemin-ah.”
“ Mm, I know, but we have to go back soon. The hyung-nims must be looking for us now.”
Minho managed a groan and helped Taemin stand upright since his ass was still in fire. They put on their clothes again and pulled up the sweatpants, exchanging a smile between them.
“ You know, I think I am ready now,” Taemin laughed and tiptoed to kiss Minho’s red lips. The taller shrugged with a grin and slyly commented, “ See? You have gained more confidence under my training.”
“ Sure, sure. Now let’s go, before Leeteuk Hyung calls the cops and tells them that we are kidnapped by crazy fangirls.”
“ Only if the fangirls wanted to see us making out.”
“ I bet they would. Anyway I need to agree with you, Hyung. I think your special training is going to work out on us.”
“ Definitely, just prove it to yourself.”
Maybe that’s because why the recording ended up with Taemin sweeping up the victory during the first round and Minho coming out as the winner eventually.