Drabble: physically unlimited
Physically Unlimited
Minho/Taemin ; NC-17
*dedication:
kyujonglove
There’s this cute whiny sound Taemin has learned to emit somehow; it’s rather noticeable that it’s his own vocals vibrating against thin, awfully thin walls. He mewls as he gives violent thrusts to Minho’s throbbing member, feeling his stomach coil with every raw action. Purely touching sweat bound skin doesn’t feel like enough, but Taemin takes upon any sort of wonderful feel and grasps it in well as he grips the damp bed sheets for support, biting his lip--trying--not to be too loud though failing in obvious matters.
Minho doesn’t know where Taemin comes up with this stamina, the fucking he’s capable of doing oh so fucking hard. He’d figure his crotch would ache for a couple of days right after this.
“T-Taemin, Jesus Christ.” The older boy groans, satisfied almost that he’d reach that orgasm point for the second time. He grabs Taemin’s thighs, but the younger boy seems to insists on bouncing like a damned spring, riding out Minho. His dainty legs hugging the older boy at the hip, body right on top of Minho, leaning in to give short but brief wet kiss with much tongue action accommodated. Minho shifts his legs just slightly with a cautious ease.
Taemin continues with his deep thrusts, knowing how tight his little ass actually is because it’s purposely done; it fucking feels excruciatingly amazing. His pale cheeks are pinker, burning.
“Hyung ah, shit.” The younger boy hisses through plump lips, reaching, reaching that certain spot, feeling too good for words.
Taemin learned to cry out like so only because of Minho, only because of Minho.
Minho/Taemin ; NC-17
*dedication:
kyujonglove
There’s this cute whiny sound Taemin has learned to emit somehow; it’s rather noticeable that it’s his own vocals vibrating against thin, awfully thin walls. He mewls as he gives violent thrusts to Minho’s throbbing member, feeling his stomach coil with every raw action. Purely touching sweat bound skin doesn’t feel like enough, but Taemin takes upon any sort of wonderful feel and grasps it in well as he grips the damp bed sheets for support, biting his lip--trying--not to be too loud though failing in obvious matters.
Minho doesn’t know where Taemin comes up with this stamina, the fucking he’s capable of doing oh so fucking hard. He’d figure his crotch would ache for a couple of days right after this.
“T-Taemin, Jesus Christ.” The older boy groans, satisfied almost that he’d reach that orgasm point for the second time. He grabs Taemin’s thighs, but the younger boy seems to insists on bouncing like a damned spring, riding out Minho. His dainty legs hugging the older boy at the hip, body right on top of Minho, leaning in to give short but brief wet kiss with much tongue action accommodated. Minho shifts his legs just slightly with a cautious ease.
Taemin continues with his deep thrusts, knowing how tight his little ass actually is because it’s purposely done; it fucking feels excruciatingly amazing. His pale cheeks are pinker, burning.
“Hyung ah, shit.” The younger boy hisses through plump lips, reaching, reaching that certain spot, feeling too good for words.
Taemin learned to cry out like so only because of Minho, only because of Minho.