It's Your Kindness That Tears Me Apart.
Title: It's Your Kindness That Tears Me Apart.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: TaeKey
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,976 words
Summary: Key's not into people who sell themselves. Taemin's not into good boys.
A/N: So, long story short, I couldn't get this plot bunny to die, so I decided to feed it and let it grow.
For those of you that are all stickler on how a pairing name should go [ie. Top's Name/Bottom's Name], I don't do that. I just use whichever name sounds better/flows better for a particular pairing. Then again, it seems that's just how it goes with SHINee anyway. -w-
This was actually supposed to be much longer, but the smut came out first and you technically don't even need the other 1,000 words I begun to write as the beginning of the story. OTL ;A;
Well, anyway, I honestly, truly think that this is the best smut that I have written so far and it's by far the longest by like 1,000 words. So, please, I hope you enjoy. ^^~
By the way, the title of the story is from Junjou Romantica~
~~~
Taemin was used to being both a seme and a uke. He had no idea how this situation was going to turn out and, for the first time, it actually made him nervous just thinking about if it escalated to that point. Although he was sure it was going to. It seemed that Key had sensed it, his next words being, “Just let me take care of you.” He whispered, his warm breath against Taemin’s ear sending chills down the boy’s spine, enough to make him arch away from the bed.
Like the “good boy” he was, Taemin just relaxed into the sheets, allowing the older male’s hands to massage soothing circles into his body. The young brunette felt his body jolt from a gentle brush across his nipple. His brown eyes gazed up at the figure above him, still unable to believe that he was in this situation, which he had wanted so desperately. He wondered what this would mean for his job. Although, more importantly, he was more curious as to how his longing for this hyung would affect him in the present.
Key’s bow lips pressed a kiss just behind his ear, humming at the taste of the other’s skin. The scent curled up into his nose and made his mind giddy and empty. There was that lingering scent of banana from the boy’s breath, and it mingled with the strawberry and manly musk that settled on his skin. The blonde smirked against smooth, pale skin as he dragged his lips from ear to collarbone, the overall smell of Taemin simply making his head spin and his cock twitch.
Normally, Key wouldn’t have even glanced in the direction of a host…male prostitute…whatever it was that the male under him claimed to be; wouldn’t even consider giving the time of day if one had asked. Kim Kibum highly valued his idea of “people that sell themselves don’t have an inkling of enough of self-confidence to be with me in any kind of way,” because, in his eyes, they had to be confident enough to handle an attitude like his. Not to mention that he didn’t want to be seen as “just another client” and didn’t want to take the chance at being “too blinded by love” to see that his partner was still sleeping around, whether it be for cash or not, which would definitely be against his wishes. As much as he valued that whole idea, he also believed in fate and the like. Taemin had been around one too many times for him not to notice, and the look in the boy’s eyes always made his heart flutter.
Admittedly, he’d been thrown for a loop when Taemin had first told him what his job was, but, as he looked more at such an angelic face, Key began to realize that he wasn’t surprised. In his opinion, someone with those particular features could draw in any person, hence they’d make a lot of money. In no time at all, Key had begun a habit of watching Taemin watching him. Eventually, Key could see past the job and see the child-like mind that seemed hidden in the person underneath - someone that needed to be nurtured. Taemin had been the person to make the first move, but, by then, Key had already gotten lost in his emotion of wanting to make the young man feel loved and cherished; he could see it in the adorable eyes that it seemed to have been something the other was missing, whether said boy actually knew it or not.
Key’s mission had become to save him from himself. Usually, the student would have to deal with his plans backfiring, especially when he was just to do some special self-assigned mission like this. Again though, Taemin was different.
“Do you trust me, Taemin,” Key’s words echoed in his ears, like a beacon or a lighthouse in the dark. He found himself nodding without having given it any real thought. If only Key had known how much Taemin had fallen for him before he even knew his name… It seemed foolish, but Taemin had had the feeling, almost from first sight, that he could trust the other with his life already.
The nod made Key smile. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good,” he licked slowly along Taemin’s prominent collarbones with the tip of his tongue, sucking in the center of them at the base of his long neck.
Under normal circumstances, Key honestly would have been furious with someone for messing up his hair, but, just this once, Taemin was allowed. (Little did he know, in the future, he would never be able to find it in his power to tell his dongsaeng that he couldn’t do it, and that, some days, the gesture would even make his legs go weak.)
He kissed back up to the side of his neck, painting the skin with his tongue, as his hand brought up Taemin’s shirt, bunching it up under his arms for the time being. Taemin arched again, pressing his chest to Key’s mouth as his tongue ran across the little nub on his chest, lips holding it captive as he sucked. Soft gasps left plush lips as they were licked, Key moving to toy with the other nipple.
Albeit a little odd that he would think of Eito as a time like this, but Taemin could only wonder if this is how she felt when they were together. He’d wondered before what she meant when she would say that “it’s okay to be loved roughly, sometimes, but, believe me, it’s so much more of a turn on when someone truly takes the time to cherish every part of you.” At least until she pointed it out, Taemin had unconsciously done that to her, that just being more of the actual kind of lover that he is. Key was definitely helping him experience just what she’d meant.
He shivered a little as the cold air of the air conditioning came across the spit-slicked nubs, Key glancing down as he worked off Taemin’s belt and jeans. His long fingers traced the semi-hardened cock inside the boxer briefs and relished in the high-pitch gasps and soft, breathless moans as he palmed it gently. Taemin squirmed a little when contact was made with the sensitive head, even through the fabric. Key leaned in and captured his lips with his own as he slid off the undergarment, and, once they were on the floor, moving back down to his neck and then his nipples.
Taemin’s head was spinning. This was the slowest and most gentle he’d ever been treated, and the teasing was only adding to the gradually building fire in his gut. He could’ve sworn that the boy hovering above him had been a virgin, maybe having kissed and touched here and there - with clothes on. He didn’t mind if he wasn’t, but, even though he’d probably never admit it, he was really enjoying being treated like one himself.
Key kissed down the center of his chest, kitten licking as he worked his way down - his hands caressing his sides. Taemin moaned and huffed into the back of his hand, watching with lustfully dazed eyes and arching towards that lovely mouth. The older had swallowed him whole without warning, taking his time working his lips to the base. Taemin wasn’t that much younger than him at all, but the lack of pubic hair made him giggle mentally and causing him to remind himself of just how old the boy had said he was.
A slow suck up from the base with hallowed cheeks made the little brunette’s body shudder. He hadn’t even realized he cried out, let alone how loud. Key smirked around the girth as he reached the head, swirling his tongue around it. It pleased him beyond words that he was able to get this boy so worked up and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. Taemin was extremely hard, but he wasn’t complaining any, especially not when his hardness caused the veins to press against the skin, leaving Key to do the only think he could think to do when he saw them: trace them with his tongue. And, no, not just the tip of his tongue, but the flat of his tongue, gladly getting a good taste of what he knew Taemin tasted like. It seemed that even in his nether regions, Taemin smelled like both bananas and strawberries, as well as musk.
Key glanced up, his feline eyes meeting with his delicious treasure’s; the glint in his eyes causing Taemin’s cock to twitch in his mouth. He grinned and worked his fingers in a tight ring from tip to base and back again. He could see the younger’s abdomen muscles straining and releasing in rhythm with each stroke. He licked his lips at Taemin’s debauched state, too proud to be able to explain his joy in seeing the other so tore down with pleasure that he looked as if he might actually cry.
The popping of the cap on the bottle of lube drew the panting boy’s attention, but did nothing to the haze surrounding his head. Before his mind could process it, the cold substance was on his entrance, making him shiver. Key smiled softly, a warm and loving smile, as he looked down at him, “Don’t worry. It warms up very quickly.” He directed his eyes back down to the duty literally at hand and slowly slid his long, slender middle finger inside. His free hand gripped Taemin’s length, slowly stroking him to help him relax a little. When it only worked for a moment, Key was about to encourage him with words to get him to relax, but instead the wet heat of his mouth was on it in an instant. Taemin whimpered, his mind and body conflicted between pain and pleasure.
Soon, Taemin had relaxed enough where Key could slip in another finger. He heard Taemin hiss in pain, but began bobbing his head quicker, turning the hiss into a loud moan. He scissored his fingers inside, glancing up when he felt the fingers gripping at his hair again.
“Kibummie-hyung,” the lithe boy’s hoarse voice choked out, “I can’t hold it in… You’re g-going to m-make me cum~”
Key simply hummed softly in reply, slipping in another finger and curling them as he worked them in and out, not taking his mouth away from the girth thinning his perfect, small lips. Taemin’s thighs felt like they were trying to crush his head when the boy released. Key couldn’t help but to chuckle at the small noise the other made when he realized his hyung had swallowed, especially when he muttered out a “Don’t eat that” like a first-timer.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have if you didn’t taste so good,” there was a sweet, airy lift to his words, but it was far from playful at how clearly lust-driven his tone was.
Taemin blushed madly, letting out another almost inaudible noise when he felt Key’s fingers making their way out of his hole. Key leaned down and kissed his toned thighs before straightening himself and slowly stripping himself. After he got his shirt over his head, he had no problem in seeing just how hypnotized the younger seemed to be with watching him reveal himself. He caught the boy licking his lips as he stepped out of his jeans and caught himself muttering a gentle demand for him to behave. Taemin blushed even more at the words, the pink settling down around even his neck now. Key slipped out of his underwear and grabbed a condom from the dresser while he was up.
Taemin stopped him before he could climb back onto the bed by grabbing his thigh. He pulled the older closer to him, keeping one hand on his thigh while the other gripped the hardness he was currently eye level with, now that he was propped up on his elbow. He dragged the flat of his tongue up the underside and circled his tongue just under the head, noticing how Key’s thighs quivered a little when he crossed a certain part. He tried it again, testing which area it was that got to the other. On the right, just below the ridge where the head met the length. Taemin sucked the head into his mouth, pressing and dragging his tongue along that particular spot. He wasn’t expecting the uncontrollable thrust on Key’s part as he stimulated those nerves, but he didn’t do anything but look up at the other with slightly watery eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of the cock reaching the back of his throat. For the first time, in quite a long time, he had been too into enjoying everything that his gag reflex had kicked in.
Key pulled out after choking Taemin for the third time, although the other was determined with trying to keep him in place by holding onto his thighs. The blonde chuckled softly, leaning down and kissing him, cupping his cheek with one hand and rubbing it with his thumb. He kept their lips connected, keeping Taemin distracted, as he moved back to the bed, settling between his dongsaeng’s thighs. He smiled a little into the kiss when Taemin wrapped his long arms around his neck, holding him in place.
The older boy slipped the condom on, taking the time to lube over his covered member as Taemin broke the kiss to breathe, his chest almost heaving twice as much now. He spread his legs as Key aligned with his puckered hole. Key locked his fingers with Taemin’s as he used his free hand to guide his cock, pressing inside. Taemin gripped his hand and he rubbed the back of it with his thumb, glancing between watching his cock slide inside and keeping an eye on those delicate features of his partner to make sure he wasn’t hurting him too much.
Taemin slowly relaxed, easing completely when Key’s lips found refuge on his neck again. The hand that he’d been using to guide himself now gripping onto Taemin’s hip. Key took the fingers that began pressing into his shoulders as a sign to move, which was exactly how it was supposed to be taken. He slid out a little, pushing back in. He gradually worked more and more out until he slid almost all the way out, leaving in just the head. Key rested his head against a sharp shoulder as he snapped his hips, Taemin’s blunt nails deciding to dig into skin more porcelain that his own.
“Hyung~” he cried out, head thrown back against the bed.
Key lost himself in the melody of moans and whimpers he was forcing out of the other, paying no mind to his own huffing as he worked his hips in a steady rhythm, although he had heard himself swear a few times under his breath and into strawberry skin. When Taemin’s legs locked around his waist, Key held onto his thighs as he rolled his hips and pressing deeper inside.
Not many people could find that special spot that made Taemin squeal and squirm, and those that knew where it was, couldn’t always get to it. It would bother the young boy from time to time, mainly because it was wonderful stimulation that he hated missing out on. In the back of his mind, he’d been hoping that, just maybe, Key would be able to hit it, but 90% of his being couldn’t have cared less. If he did happen to make contact, it would be nice, but it wasn’t as important as just how amazing he was being sexed…no, loved right now. It was one thing to have sex and another to be paid for it, it was a completely, totally, on another plane kind of different making love with someone.
“Taemin, you really are beautiful,” Key’s voice was as focused as his eyes as he traced a trail from the boy’s lips down to his hip, taking hold of it.
Said boy’s eyes opened and there was a sparkle there that made him appear even more beautiful in Key’s opinion. Taemin slid his hands up from Key’s biceps to his nape, “You…You are, too~” He choked out between breaths, a few tears spilling over as he closed his eyes. Key had brushed across that bundle of nerves, but hadn’t quite hit it. He locked his legs tighter, his heels pressing into the dip of his lover’s back. Key changed his stance a bit to hold the other’s thighs on his hips better and unintentionally made the other scream out; Key had found it after all.
Taemin’s nails were digging little red crescents into Key’s skin again, this time right below his nape and along his shoulder. He’d screamed again when Key began pumping him in time with his thrusts. A few more tears flowed out and then every muscle in the boy’s body had begun to spasm before he could tell what was happening. Key stroked him though his orgasm, thrusting a couple more times into him before shooting his release into the condom.
Key managed to slide out without hurting him while they were still catching their breaths. He got them both cleaned up, chucking the condom into the wastebasket as well. He slid back into the bed, Taemin immediately curling up to him, hugging his waist tightly and resting his forehead against his chest. Key smiled to himself, carefully rubbing his back as he kissed his forehead.
Key has forgotten all about his “no dating prostitutes” rule and Taemin couldn’t care less that he’s fallen for a good boy for once. Key still believes in fate and now Taemin does, too. Some things really are just meant to be.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: TaeKey
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,976 words
Summary: Key's not into people who sell themselves. Taemin's not into good boys.
A/N: So, long story short, I couldn't get this plot bunny to die, so I decided to feed it and let it grow.
For those of you that are all stickler on how a pairing name should go [ie. Top's Name/Bottom's Name], I don't do that. I just use whichever name sounds better/flows better for a particular pairing. Then again, it seems that's just how it goes with SHINee anyway. -w-
This was actually supposed to be much longer, but the smut came out first and you technically don't even need the other 1,000 words I begun to write as the beginning of the story. OTL ;A;
Well, anyway, I honestly, truly think that this is the best smut that I have written so far and it's by far the longest by like 1,000 words. So, please, I hope you enjoy. ^^~
By the way, the title of the story is from Junjou Romantica~
~~~
Taemin was used to being both a seme and a uke. He had no idea how this situation was going to turn out and, for the first time, it actually made him nervous just thinking about if it escalated to that point. Although he was sure it was going to. It seemed that Key had sensed it, his next words being, “Just let me take care of you.” He whispered, his warm breath against Taemin’s ear sending chills down the boy’s spine, enough to make him arch away from the bed.
Like the “good boy” he was, Taemin just relaxed into the sheets, allowing the older male’s hands to massage soothing circles into his body. The young brunette felt his body jolt from a gentle brush across his nipple. His brown eyes gazed up at the figure above him, still unable to believe that he was in this situation, which he had wanted so desperately. He wondered what this would mean for his job. Although, more importantly, he was more curious as to how his longing for this hyung would affect him in the present.
Key’s bow lips pressed a kiss just behind his ear, humming at the taste of the other’s skin. The scent curled up into his nose and made his mind giddy and empty. There was that lingering scent of banana from the boy’s breath, and it mingled with the strawberry and manly musk that settled on his skin. The blonde smirked against smooth, pale skin as he dragged his lips from ear to collarbone, the overall smell of Taemin simply making his head spin and his cock twitch.
Normally, Key wouldn’t have even glanced in the direction of a host…male prostitute…whatever it was that the male under him claimed to be; wouldn’t even consider giving the time of day if one had asked. Kim Kibum highly valued his idea of “people that sell themselves don’t have an inkling of enough of self-confidence to be with me in any kind of way,” because, in his eyes, they had to be confident enough to handle an attitude like his. Not to mention that he didn’t want to be seen as “just another client” and didn’t want to take the chance at being “too blinded by love” to see that his partner was still sleeping around, whether it be for cash or not, which would definitely be against his wishes. As much as he valued that whole idea, he also believed in fate and the like. Taemin had been around one too many times for him not to notice, and the look in the boy’s eyes always made his heart flutter.
Admittedly, he’d been thrown for a loop when Taemin had first told him what his job was, but, as he looked more at such an angelic face, Key began to realize that he wasn’t surprised. In his opinion, someone with those particular features could draw in any person, hence they’d make a lot of money. In no time at all, Key had begun a habit of watching Taemin watching him. Eventually, Key could see past the job and see the child-like mind that seemed hidden in the person underneath - someone that needed to be nurtured. Taemin had been the person to make the first move, but, by then, Key had already gotten lost in his emotion of wanting to make the young man feel loved and cherished; he could see it in the adorable eyes that it seemed to have been something the other was missing, whether said boy actually knew it or not.
Key’s mission had become to save him from himself. Usually, the student would have to deal with his plans backfiring, especially when he was just to do some special self-assigned mission like this. Again though, Taemin was different.
“Do you trust me, Taemin,” Key’s words echoed in his ears, like a beacon or a lighthouse in the dark. He found himself nodding without having given it any real thought. If only Key had known how much Taemin had fallen for him before he even knew his name… It seemed foolish, but Taemin had had the feeling, almost from first sight, that he could trust the other with his life already.
The nod made Key smile. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel good,” he licked slowly along Taemin’s prominent collarbones with the tip of his tongue, sucking in the center of them at the base of his long neck.
Under normal circumstances, Key honestly would have been furious with someone for messing up his hair, but, just this once, Taemin was allowed. (Little did he know, in the future, he would never be able to find it in his power to tell his dongsaeng that he couldn’t do it, and that, some days, the gesture would even make his legs go weak.)
He kissed back up to the side of his neck, painting the skin with his tongue, as his hand brought up Taemin’s shirt, bunching it up under his arms for the time being. Taemin arched again, pressing his chest to Key’s mouth as his tongue ran across the little nub on his chest, lips holding it captive as he sucked. Soft gasps left plush lips as they were licked, Key moving to toy with the other nipple.
Albeit a little odd that he would think of Eito as a time like this, but Taemin could only wonder if this is how she felt when they were together. He’d wondered before what she meant when she would say that “it’s okay to be loved roughly, sometimes, but, believe me, it’s so much more of a turn on when someone truly takes the time to cherish every part of you.” At least until she pointed it out, Taemin had unconsciously done that to her, that just being more of the actual kind of lover that he is. Key was definitely helping him experience just what she’d meant.
He shivered a little as the cold air of the air conditioning came across the spit-slicked nubs, Key glancing down as he worked off Taemin’s belt and jeans. His long fingers traced the semi-hardened cock inside the boxer briefs and relished in the high-pitch gasps and soft, breathless moans as he palmed it gently. Taemin squirmed a little when contact was made with the sensitive head, even through the fabric. Key leaned in and captured his lips with his own as he slid off the undergarment, and, once they were on the floor, moving back down to his neck and then his nipples.
Taemin’s head was spinning. This was the slowest and most gentle he’d ever been treated, and the teasing was only adding to the gradually building fire in his gut. He could’ve sworn that the boy hovering above him had been a virgin, maybe having kissed and touched here and there - with clothes on. He didn’t mind if he wasn’t, but, even though he’d probably never admit it, he was really enjoying being treated like one himself.
Key kissed down the center of his chest, kitten licking as he worked his way down - his hands caressing his sides. Taemin moaned and huffed into the back of his hand, watching with lustfully dazed eyes and arching towards that lovely mouth. The older had swallowed him whole without warning, taking his time working his lips to the base. Taemin wasn’t that much younger than him at all, but the lack of pubic hair made him giggle mentally and causing him to remind himself of just how old the boy had said he was.
A slow suck up from the base with hallowed cheeks made the little brunette’s body shudder. He hadn’t even realized he cried out, let alone how loud. Key smirked around the girth as he reached the head, swirling his tongue around it. It pleased him beyond words that he was able to get this boy so worked up and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. Taemin was extremely hard, but he wasn’t complaining any, especially not when his hardness caused the veins to press against the skin, leaving Key to do the only think he could think to do when he saw them: trace them with his tongue. And, no, not just the tip of his tongue, but the flat of his tongue, gladly getting a good taste of what he knew Taemin tasted like. It seemed that even in his nether regions, Taemin smelled like both bananas and strawberries, as well as musk.
Key glanced up, his feline eyes meeting with his delicious treasure’s; the glint in his eyes causing Taemin’s cock to twitch in his mouth. He grinned and worked his fingers in a tight ring from tip to base and back again. He could see the younger’s abdomen muscles straining and releasing in rhythm with each stroke. He licked his lips at Taemin’s debauched state, too proud to be able to explain his joy in seeing the other so tore down with pleasure that he looked as if he might actually cry.
The popping of the cap on the bottle of lube drew the panting boy’s attention, but did nothing to the haze surrounding his head. Before his mind could process it, the cold substance was on his entrance, making him shiver. Key smiled softly, a warm and loving smile, as he looked down at him, “Don’t worry. It warms up very quickly.” He directed his eyes back down to the duty literally at hand and slowly slid his long, slender middle finger inside. His free hand gripped Taemin’s length, slowly stroking him to help him relax a little. When it only worked for a moment, Key was about to encourage him with words to get him to relax, but instead the wet heat of his mouth was on it in an instant. Taemin whimpered, his mind and body conflicted between pain and pleasure.
Soon, Taemin had relaxed enough where Key could slip in another finger. He heard Taemin hiss in pain, but began bobbing his head quicker, turning the hiss into a loud moan. He scissored his fingers inside, glancing up when he felt the fingers gripping at his hair again.
“Kibummie-hyung,” the lithe boy’s hoarse voice choked out, “I can’t hold it in… You’re g-going to m-make me cum~”
Key simply hummed softly in reply, slipping in another finger and curling them as he worked them in and out, not taking his mouth away from the girth thinning his perfect, small lips. Taemin’s thighs felt like they were trying to crush his head when the boy released. Key couldn’t help but to chuckle at the small noise the other made when he realized his hyung had swallowed, especially when he muttered out a “Don’t eat that” like a first-timer.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have if you didn’t taste so good,” there was a sweet, airy lift to his words, but it was far from playful at how clearly lust-driven his tone was.
Taemin blushed madly, letting out another almost inaudible noise when he felt Key’s fingers making their way out of his hole. Key leaned down and kissed his toned thighs before straightening himself and slowly stripping himself. After he got his shirt over his head, he had no problem in seeing just how hypnotized the younger seemed to be with watching him reveal himself. He caught the boy licking his lips as he stepped out of his jeans and caught himself muttering a gentle demand for him to behave. Taemin blushed even more at the words, the pink settling down around even his neck now. Key slipped out of his underwear and grabbed a condom from the dresser while he was up.
Taemin stopped him before he could climb back onto the bed by grabbing his thigh. He pulled the older closer to him, keeping one hand on his thigh while the other gripped the hardness he was currently eye level with, now that he was propped up on his elbow. He dragged the flat of his tongue up the underside and circled his tongue just under the head, noticing how Key’s thighs quivered a little when he crossed a certain part. He tried it again, testing which area it was that got to the other. On the right, just below the ridge where the head met the length. Taemin sucked the head into his mouth, pressing and dragging his tongue along that particular spot. He wasn’t expecting the uncontrollable thrust on Key’s part as he stimulated those nerves, but he didn’t do anything but look up at the other with slightly watery eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of the cock reaching the back of his throat. For the first time, in quite a long time, he had been too into enjoying everything that his gag reflex had kicked in.
Key pulled out after choking Taemin for the third time, although the other was determined with trying to keep him in place by holding onto his thighs. The blonde chuckled softly, leaning down and kissing him, cupping his cheek with one hand and rubbing it with his thumb. He kept their lips connected, keeping Taemin distracted, as he moved back to the bed, settling between his dongsaeng’s thighs. He smiled a little into the kiss when Taemin wrapped his long arms around his neck, holding him in place.
The older boy slipped the condom on, taking the time to lube over his covered member as Taemin broke the kiss to breathe, his chest almost heaving twice as much now. He spread his legs as Key aligned with his puckered hole. Key locked his fingers with Taemin’s as he used his free hand to guide his cock, pressing inside. Taemin gripped his hand and he rubbed the back of it with his thumb, glancing between watching his cock slide inside and keeping an eye on those delicate features of his partner to make sure he wasn’t hurting him too much.
Taemin slowly relaxed, easing completely when Key’s lips found refuge on his neck again. The hand that he’d been using to guide himself now gripping onto Taemin’s hip. Key took the fingers that began pressing into his shoulders as a sign to move, which was exactly how it was supposed to be taken. He slid out a little, pushing back in. He gradually worked more and more out until he slid almost all the way out, leaving in just the head. Key rested his head against a sharp shoulder as he snapped his hips, Taemin’s blunt nails deciding to dig into skin more porcelain that his own.
“Hyung~” he cried out, head thrown back against the bed.
Key lost himself in the melody of moans and whimpers he was forcing out of the other, paying no mind to his own huffing as he worked his hips in a steady rhythm, although he had heard himself swear a few times under his breath and into strawberry skin. When Taemin’s legs locked around his waist, Key held onto his thighs as he rolled his hips and pressing deeper inside.
Not many people could find that special spot that made Taemin squeal and squirm, and those that knew where it was, couldn’t always get to it. It would bother the young boy from time to time, mainly because it was wonderful stimulation that he hated missing out on. In the back of his mind, he’d been hoping that, just maybe, Key would be able to hit it, but 90% of his being couldn’t have cared less. If he did happen to make contact, it would be nice, but it wasn’t as important as just how amazing he was being sexed…no, loved right now. It was one thing to have sex and another to be paid for it, it was a completely, totally, on another plane kind of different making love with someone.
“Taemin, you really are beautiful,” Key’s voice was as focused as his eyes as he traced a trail from the boy’s lips down to his hip, taking hold of it.
Said boy’s eyes opened and there was a sparkle there that made him appear even more beautiful in Key’s opinion. Taemin slid his hands up from Key’s biceps to his nape, “You…You are, too~” He choked out between breaths, a few tears spilling over as he closed his eyes. Key had brushed across that bundle of nerves, but hadn’t quite hit it. He locked his legs tighter, his heels pressing into the dip of his lover’s back. Key changed his stance a bit to hold the other’s thighs on his hips better and unintentionally made the other scream out; Key had found it after all.
Taemin’s nails were digging little red crescents into Key’s skin again, this time right below his nape and along his shoulder. He’d screamed again when Key began pumping him in time with his thrusts. A few more tears flowed out and then every muscle in the boy’s body had begun to spasm before he could tell what was happening. Key stroked him though his orgasm, thrusting a couple more times into him before shooting his release into the condom.
Key managed to slide out without hurting him while they were still catching their breaths. He got them both cleaned up, chucking the condom into the wastebasket as well. He slid back into the bed, Taemin immediately curling up to him, hugging his waist tightly and resting his forehead against his chest. Key smiled to himself, carefully rubbing his back as he kissed his forehead.
Key has forgotten all about his “no dating prostitutes” rule and Taemin couldn’t care less that he’s fallen for a good boy for once. Key still believes in fate and now Taemin does, too. Some things really are just meant to be.