[fic] Turn Around, Slow To A Stop
Title: Turn Around, Slow To A Stop
Chapter: Oneshot
Genre: Smut
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: MinhoxOnew (OnHo)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, Men who enjoy the company of penises, Language
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and everything belongs to their respective owners.
Word Count: 1,051
Summary: Minho smirked again. “If we keep this up,” he said, breath dancing on Onew’s ear, “we’re going to get caught.”
Notes: A smutty present for treescircles . I’ve never written any SHINee fanfiction before, but she requested some OnHo, and I thought what better way to write about people you know very little about than with some delicious plotless smut. Also, first smut I've written in 3 years. Also first smut I've written since I've actually, you know, seen a cock.
Two hands planted themselves firmly on his waist, and he jumped. He jerked his head round to see that smirk.
“Minho,” he gasped, as the arms wrapped themselves round his waist now, pulling him closer against the other man’s body. Onew squirmed away, instinctively, but there was no way he could resist that smouldering gaze.
He repeated the name again, and Minho took this as the OK sign. Strong hands started to work their way across the smaller man’s body, running up and down, squeezing and circling. Suddenly Minho grasped at Onew’s shirt, pulling it up so as to run his hands directly along Onew’s soft skin. The first touch of skin on skin sent a visible shiver through the man.
Minho smirked again. “If we keep this up,” he said, breath dancing on Onew’s ear, “we’re going to get caught.”
As soon as the words left his mouth he bit down on the other man’s ear. It was just the slightest of nips, but Onew squirmed as the grasp on him was tightened, letting out a rather loud gasp. Minho made a slight shushing motion, but then nipped again, this time at the neck, leaving a feathery kiss behind. An urgency was rising up within Onew now, and he was finding it hard not to wriggle out of this strong grasp and turn the tables, to get what he wanted - no, what he needed. And he needed it more with every millisecond that passed with Minho’s lips brushing against his, increasingly delicate, skin. A sweet alternation of momentary pain, tooth on flesh, and then that sudden rush that only his soft lips could cause.
Minho suddenly jerked, surging his hips forward. He grasped Onew’s face, pulling it round to face him, and looking into his eyes. He held still in that position for a moment, before going in for the kill. Soft at first, they moved tenderly against each other, responding to even the slightest of twitches from each other. Minho reached up and locked his fingers in Onew’s hair, pushing his tongue against the shorter man’s lips, not really requesting entry but demanding it. And, as always, Onew gave it. So eagerly, he pushed himself back against Minho, relishing in the contact.
As soon as it seemed to have began, Minho pulled back, completely stepping away. He still had that stupid smirk on his face, but Onew couldn’t help but smile. In one swift move, he watched as the taller man pulled his shirt off, exposing his toned chest.
“You too,” he told him, and then he added, his smirk turning even more devious, “Ontokki.”
Onew twitched slightly at the name, but pulled his shirt off without a second thought. Minho had perched himself on a chair, leaning back into it and spreading his legs wide. There was no hiding the incredibly obvious bulge which strained against his tight jeans, even if he’d wanted to. Onew, wasting no time, straddled the man, leaning in to desperately kiss him again. Minho’s hands were everywhere, running up and down his back, grasping at his ass as he pulled him even closer. Minho removed himself and again went for the neck, starting this time with the soft kisses but delving quickly back into the nips and scrapes, his teeth working on already tender skin. With a soft moan, Onew threw his head back, giving Minho better access. But as he did so, he shuffled slightly and quickly got to work on unzipping the taller man. A hand brushed slightly over the bulge. And again. And again. Until this time Onew raised his hips, Minho following lead so his jeans could be pulled down, leaving him with them around his ankles, sat there in just his underwear. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier as Onew started massaging his cock through the fabric. Just as he was about to pull the pants down as well, to finally grasp it’s raw form, Minho pushed Onew back. He grasped his shoulders, forcing him to the floor. Kneeling now in front of this finely toned body, Onew couldn’t help but admire the man who’s cock he was just about to devour.
“Suck it,” Minho demanded, undressing further.
And Onew happily responded. He grasped the large, already hard member in his hand and started working it, slowly at first and then increasing speed slightly. When Minho moaned, he took it in his mouth. He took it as far as possible, holding it there for a moment and then pulling completely back. He glanced upwards as he jerked him off. Minho had thrown his head back, his hands clutching the sides of the chair. As Onew teased him, running his tongue across the head, he enjoyed watching the other man twitch and moan slightly.
“Nngh, you need to stop being such a little tease,” Minho gasped. He wrapped his fingers in Onew’s hair. “Open wide,” he ordered, and he thrust his cock into Onew’s mouth. After a few moments, Minho relaxed into a steady rhythm, thrusting himself into the other man’s mouth. In one firm movement he thrust in, holding himself in that tantalising cave. Onew groaned, his pleasure vibrating all down the length.
Minho gasped again, pulling out. He told Onew to hold still, to keep his mouth open, and to take it like the fucking cockslut he was. He was so close now, and just the sight of this man, so eager and willing for him was driving him insane. With a few slick hand movements, Minho groaned and released himself all over the smaller man’s face. Dripping down his cheek, Onew licked his lips. Minho relaxed backwards, watching the other man clean himself, licking his fingers for every last drop.
But as soon as he had finished, Minho began dressing.
“What are you doing?!” Onew cried, still kneeling in his jeans.
Minho grinned, leaning in close. He ran a finger along Onew’s cheek, then pressed it to the man’s lips. “You missed a spot.”
Quickly, he licked up this precious mess, but Minho pulled back afterwards. He walked over to a mirror and fixed his hair, and with a sly wink, he exited the room. Onew couldn’t help but just look after him in disbelief, then down at his still prominent bulge.
“…Minho! You ass!”