Untitled [ drabble ]
Title: Untited
Fandom: SHINee
Characters: Ee Taemin, Ee Jinki
Word Count: 461
Rating: R
Summary: The boys get a few moments to themselves and for themselves
Author's Notes: It's smut. I wrote smut with Taemin. I feel so dirty. This is for blingasaurus, because apparently she's never read Ontae smut before.
He tunes out everything around him, everything but the sound of his breath, the sound of their moans rising together. The world can’t touch them here, in these moments when they have the room to themselves, when they can make use of the fact that Jinki doesn’t have a bunch above him, because as it is, he can lean back, smile down at the boy splayed beneath him.
Taemin’s voice catches in a moan at the new angle, but his hand is pressed against his mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. Jinki knows how hard that is, knows because he can feel it. He knows just how hard to thrust to drive Taemin insane, knows just how to run his hand over Taemin’s flat stomach, knows all the right ways to touch him.
One he wants to, it’s easy to take Taemin to the edge. He grips Taemin’s erection, and it only takes a few moments and a steady rhythm for Taemin’s orgasm to hit, to squirt against Jinki in a cold spray. He doesn’t stop pushing against Taemin, not until Taemin stops gasping, not until he can thrust thrice more before pulling out, still hard.
He discards the condom as Taemin squirms under him, still breathing heavily, his face still flushed, and he pushes Jinki back onto the bed, slides down between his legs. Jinki knows the part that comes next, closes his eyes.
Taemin’s tongue flicks against Jinki’s cock, and it’s enough to send a throb to him, to pull a moan from Jinki that he doesn’t try to restrain. And just as Jinki knows how to push Taemin’s buttons, Taemin is the same. His apparent innocence never enters the bedroom, never follows them into their intimacy. It falls away from Taemin as quickly as clothing dropped to the floor. He ignores it, casts it aside and lowers his lips to the head of Jinki’s penis, lightly kisses it, teases.
“Taem…” he moans, bites his bottom lip because he wants to shout.
Taemin smiles, lips curling against Jinki’s penis, very gently flicks his tongue over it. Jinki whimpers, squirms under Taemin’s touch. And when Jinki feels he might go insane, as he always does with Taemin, he feels Taemin’s lips close over hic cock, one hand going to Jinki’s stomach.
His tongue presses against the underside of Jinki’s penis, sends shivers down his spine. And, already aroused from before, he moans out a warning, comes into Taemin’s mouth, against the vibration of a moan from Taemin.
A moment passes before Taemin pulls back, swallows, and looks up at Jini. He’s smiling, always is when they have moments like this.
Jinki opens his arms, pulls Taemin to him. “I love you,” he whispers, just before Taemin whispers the same.
Fandom: SHINee
Characters: Ee Taemin, Ee Jinki
Word Count: 461
Rating: R
Summary: The boys get a few moments to themselves and for themselves
Author's Notes: It's smut. I wrote smut with Taemin. I feel so dirty. This is for blingasaurus, because apparently she's never read Ontae smut before.
He tunes out everything around him, everything but the sound of his breath, the sound of their moans rising together. The world can’t touch them here, in these moments when they have the room to themselves, when they can make use of the fact that Jinki doesn’t have a bunch above him, because as it is, he can lean back, smile down at the boy splayed beneath him.
Taemin’s voice catches in a moan at the new angle, but his hand is pressed against his mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. Jinki knows how hard that is, knows because he can feel it. He knows just how hard to thrust to drive Taemin insane, knows just how to run his hand over Taemin’s flat stomach, knows all the right ways to touch him.
One he wants to, it’s easy to take Taemin to the edge. He grips Taemin’s erection, and it only takes a few moments and a steady rhythm for Taemin’s orgasm to hit, to squirt against Jinki in a cold spray. He doesn’t stop pushing against Taemin, not until Taemin stops gasping, not until he can thrust thrice more before pulling out, still hard.
He discards the condom as Taemin squirms under him, still breathing heavily, his face still flushed, and he pushes Jinki back onto the bed, slides down between his legs. Jinki knows the part that comes next, closes his eyes.
Taemin’s tongue flicks against Jinki’s cock, and it’s enough to send a throb to him, to pull a moan from Jinki that he doesn’t try to restrain. And just as Jinki knows how to push Taemin’s buttons, Taemin is the same. His apparent innocence never enters the bedroom, never follows them into their intimacy. It falls away from Taemin as quickly as clothing dropped to the floor. He ignores it, casts it aside and lowers his lips to the head of Jinki’s penis, lightly kisses it, teases.
“Taem…” he moans, bites his bottom lip because he wants to shout.
Taemin smiles, lips curling against Jinki’s penis, very gently flicks his tongue over it. Jinki whimpers, squirms under Taemin’s touch. And when Jinki feels he might go insane, as he always does with Taemin, he feels Taemin’s lips close over hic cock, one hand going to Jinki’s stomach.
His tongue presses against the underside of Jinki’s penis, sends shivers down his spine. And, already aroused from before, he moans out a warning, comes into Taemin’s mouth, against the vibration of a moan from Taemin.
A moment passes before Taemin pulls back, swallows, and looks up at Jini. He’s smiling, always is when they have moments like this.
Jinki opens his arms, pulls Taemin to him. “I love you,” he whispers, just before Taemin whispers the same.