Teeth(OnHo)
Title: Teeth
Pairing: OnHo
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 6895
Disclaimer: As much as I wished I owned Onew and Minho...I don't. Nor am I making any money off this.
Summary: Minho's wanted to see Onew's figurative teeth for a long time. He takes a chance that very well may blow up in his face.
A/N: If you haven't heard this, than please check it out before you read. ^_^ The fic isn't dependent on you listening, but the last line isn't going to make much sense if you don't. ^_^"
Onew sat mindlessly on the couch staring at the screen before him; Minho off to his left, laptop cradled against his thighs. Minho stared intently at the screen, eyes scanning rapidly over the words before him. His breath caught in his throat, producing an odd sound that snapped Onew out of his daze to look up at the younger. Minho eyes narrowed as he sped through whatever he was doing, a dull 'tap tap' of the down button could be heard every few minutes, but all Onew could see was the back of the laptop, brand logo displayed right side up. The pair of them were the only ones to be found in their dorm for once, all the other members having individual schedules to attend to; even Jonghyun had found something to do to escape spending the day cooped up in the dorm.
Onew opened his mouth to question what Minho was doing, but he stopped not wanting to pry and hoping it was something mundane. He turned his eyes back to the screen before him, one of the game show contestants was now strapped upside down in some sort of device and was being asked questions. " 1,926." Onew spoke aloud, answering the mathematical equation easily as the contestant struggled to solve it. He failed and the device began to turn slowly in a circle, the man on the screen turning green around the edges after only a few rotations. Onew shook his head feeling emphatically nauseous himself and opted to change the station to a variety show instead.
Minho looked up at Onew, studying his profile as Onew payed him no mind once again. It's not as if he'd never noticed how handsome Onew was before, you had to be blind to not see it. The way his eyes crinkled up when he smiled or his long, deep honey colored hair that he was forever battling with to stay out of his eyes. Maybe even, the way the tops of his thighs still touched even when his feet were a good distance apart; Minho shook his head at that thought, coughing a bit. Onew looked over to him, brows quirked in concern before they smoothed out and he graced Minho with one of his trademark face splitting smiles and turned back to the television. Minho looked back down at the screen, text coming to the peak of the scene he was reading, and he shifted the laptop that weighed uncomfortably heavy on his lower half.
Would he do it, could he even bring himself to? He'd though about it for a while, but the fear of it backfiring miserably had kept him from even attempting at what he wanted so badly to do. Minho scrolled up to the top of the page, drawing in a deep breath, " Hyung?"
Onew turned to Minho once more, " Yes, Minho?"
Minho didn't even know where to begin, smooth tactics he'd gone over left him instantly as Onew looked directly into his eyes. " I-I..wanna show you something. It's pretty weird..." He tried to distance his interest in the subject with this statement, feigning general curiousity over what Onew thought.
Onew nodded, unable to read Minho's ulterior motives at all; Minho was thankful that Onew could be fairly dense for the most part. He slid closer to the leader, thigh pressed up against Onew's. Minho pushed the device onto Onew's legs, " Just read it and tell me what you think? A fan wrote it, I think..." Minho cursed himself, ' Of course a fan wrote it, Onew wasn't that stupid...He would know it was fan fiction within a matter of seconds.'
" Alrighty." Onew passed over the text much slower then Minho had, eyes taking in every word it seemed. The story had a slow pace to it, Onew would be too far in before he knew what was going on. Or at least, Minho hoped so...
He watched the leader with intent, trying to see every change that passed over Onew's features. In the beginning, Onew stayed fairly neutral, poker face not giving up much in the way of what he thought about it. Once he'd made it to the half way point Minho watched as his small eyes grew wide, knowing exacting where Onew was in the story; he'd just pinned Onew to a wall and was whispering nasty things against his throat, fictionally speaking that is.
Onew's eyes passed over the sentence three times before he realized he was indeed reading it properly. He gulped and continued on, not wanting to make Minho uncomfortable by refusing to read anymore of the story. Minho seemed unfazed by it so Onew should be too, right? The further he went on in the story the harder it became to hold that disinterested feeling close and the closer lust crept in, ready to latch onto every nerve ending and brain function. He could feel Minho's eyes on him even as he delved deeper into the story, those doe eyes were searching for something Onew wasn't sure of, but he knew he shouldn't let too much away. Onew couldn't take anymore when he'd, fictionally speaking, pinned Minho against the kitchen counter and thrust into him, fisting the younger's locks. He closed the laptop with a loud smack, breathing heavily as his heart thrummed against his ribcage.
A long moment of silence washed over the pair, Onew overwhelmed by the whole thing and Minho trying to decipher whether or not Onew was going to hit him and walk out. Not that he really thought Onew would ever hit him, or anyone really, but it seemed like a logical thing to do when said person showed you something as raunchy as Minho had him.
Minho coughed, " So, weird right?" He was testing the waters about the whole thing, hoping Onew wouldn't turn to him, face twisted up in disgust.
" Y-yeah, weird..." Onew couldn't find a steady voice to back himself up with. When he stood, he found he didn't have steady legs to carry him away from the situation either, " I need to...use the restroom." He stumbled away from Minho, catching himself on a wall before scurrying further down the hall. Minho didn't know what to make of the reaction, Onew wasn't turned on was he? It was hard to tell most of the time, large bulge outlined in his pants on the regular no matter how loose they were.
Onew stood pressed against the edge of the bathroom sink, eyeing his own flushed face in the mirror. " What...Why would he show me something like that?" He spoke aloud, hoping the answer would echo back at him in the space. He shook his head hard, pushing it in a vice grip between his palms. Onew lost his balance, erection digging into the edge of the counter as he fell further into it, " A-agh..." He hissed as pleasure licked through out his body, resisting to roll against the surface again to aquire that fading feeling once more. " Ok, I-I have to go out there and tell him he shouldn't be looking at things like that. I have to be a leader in this situation..." He leaned down into the sink, splashing cold water against he hot face and tried to will away his erection.
There was a soft knock at the bathroom door, " Hyung, are you ok?" Minho's deep voice called out from the other side, Onew's brain began to scramble and he forgot he was suppose to be assuming the leader role right about now. Onew watched the knob turn in the mirror and the door was pushed open; Minho slid inside the small space, door clicking behind him as it met frame once more. He stood, back pressed into the wood and doe eyed as they stared at each other through the clear glass of the mirror. " Onew-hyung?"
Onew cut off a shiver that tried to overtake his body, breaking the stare down and opting to watch his hands that white knuckled the edge of the sink before him. Minho pushed off the door, heart beat throbbing all over his body; he took three steps forward and pressed himself fully up against Onew's back, resting his chin on the leader's tense shoulder. Minho silently watched the water droplets roll down Onew's face, darkening the material of his shirt. His eyes narrowed as a particular orb rolled off Onew's fat bottom lip and down his chin, hanging suspensed there.
" M-Minho?" Onew watched the sharp change to Minho's normally rounded features, water disconnecting from his chin finally and hitting his shirt.
Minho eyes opened fully again and caught Onew's stare in the glass once more, " Yes, Hyung?"
" What...What are you doing?" Onew felt Minho push harder into his rounded backside.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Minho's plush lips, " Nothing..." He slid large hands down Onew's sides to grip at his hips. " At least not yet..." He brought those plush lips to the side of Onew's neck, feather light kisses trailing over the smooth flesh. He wanted Onew, bad, but he also didn't want to scare the other completely before anything even happened. He attempted to turn Onew to face him, but the leader held onto the sink with a claw-like grip. " Relax..." Hot breath whispering into Onew's flame red ear. The leader released the sink and allowed himself to be one-eighted to face the younger male.
Onew shifted his gaze everywhere except to look at Minho; he didn't want the boy to see how much the story had affected him, let alone the way Minho's body felt aligned with his own. Onew stayed very aware of the distance between them now that he was face to face with Minho; Minho stepped forward to close the gap and Onew leaned farther back into the counter. The younger sighed, he took Onew's face in his hands, stroking a thumb over his cheek. Onew fought not to lean into the touch, but met Minho's gaze. Minho brought their faces close, Onew took in the site of Minho's features at close range.
Minho's doe eyes caught him first, wide and dark in the fluorescent lighting of the room; his long lashes gathering at the outer corners of his top lids. Those eyes condensed as he tried to read Onew's own face, Onew ignored the gesture and traveled his gaze down to the puffed out pockets that lay under Minho's eyes, bottom lashes almost non-existant. They ran over full cheeks, right one adorned with a small scar, and down the straight bridge of Minho's nose that never looked the same from day to day, his nostrils flared as he took in deep breaths. Finally, they rested upon the younger's lips; plump and impossibly pink things that they were. Onew licked his own dry lips, tongue unknowingly skating slowly over his top lip before tucking back into his mouth.
Minho slid his thumb over Onew's newly moistened lips, rubbing soft flesh with the rough pad, " Can I?" The question hung almost too long in the air, suffocating Minho, before Onew nodded slowly against his hand. Minho let loose an almost childish grin, " Really?"
" Y-Yeah.." Onew's voice sounded strange on his own ears, almost hoarse and he wished he'd simply nodded again.
Minho drew forward, eyes downcast to focus on Onew's lips; he slipped a hand to the base of Onew's skull, lacing long fingers through his soft strands of hair. Their lips came together in a ghosting light touch of flesh before Minho pulled back to check Onew's reaction. The leader leaned forward pressing them together completely, setting off an odd spark in the both of them. Their mouth's moved together clumsily at first, neither finding a pace they could both work with, hearts pounding away. Minho massaged Onew's neck, calming the leader enough that they could slip into a casual meeting of lips. Their mouths moved against one another perfectly, Minho leading the dance by a considerable margin. Onew's hands wound their way to Minho's chest, twisting the loose cloth of his shirt in tight fists. Minho smiled into the kiss at the almost desperate gesture; he took a chance and ran his tongue along the leader's bottom lip that cushioned his own. Onew gasped and Minho drew the plump bit of flesh into his mouth, sucking at it before releasing with a light pop.
Onew scanned Minho's hooded eyes with his own; taking hold of the loose shirt in his hands he pulled Minho into him, overtaking the kiss. He flicked the slick muscle of his tongue over Minho's lips. Minho met him half way, Onew's tongue sliding over his own for the first time. Minho moaned as their tongues played together, running every which way to drink in the taste and feel of each other. He aligned their bodies once more, Onew's erection digging into his thigh and Onew moaned, breaking the seal of the kiss. Minho kissed down Onew's neck, whispering into it, " You're so hard, Hyung."
" Y-Yeah, I know...A-Agh! Shit, Minho..." Minho pressed his thigh up into Onew's member, taking him by the hips and pulling him forward to slide along the recently thickened flesh of Minho's leg. The knot in Onew's core wound tighter as he rocked into Minho's leg, needing no coaxing from the other to do so.
Minho nipped at Onew's rapid pulse, feeling the speed increase under his touch. " How long?"
" W-What?" Onew questioned, stopping the assault on Minho's thigh.
Minho hoisted Onew up on the counter, settling comfortably between spread thighs. He palmed at the moist front of Onew's sweat pants, precum pooling and spreading through the fabric there. " How long have you been like this?" Onew's head dropped to Minho's shoulder, unable to do anything but moan against the other. Minho stopped his massaging, and Onew whined, trying to rock against the smooth surface of the counter and into Minho's cupping palm. He took it away, " I asked you a question, Onew-hyung."
" Since...Since I closed the laptop..." Onew licked at his own lips, lost in lust, gazing up at Minho.
" The story got to you that bad, Hyung? You wanna fuck me that badly?" Minho smirked as Onew moaned over the statement.
He played with the loose waist band of Onew's pants, teasing but refusing to slip a hand inside.
" Please..." Onew whined out, looking away from Minho as he did. His body felt like it was on fire, Minho coaxing the flames to burn hotter with every touch he placed on Onew's body.
" What is it, Hyung?" Minho knew very well what Onew wanted, it wasn't hard to figure out, but he wanted to hear the older say it, beg for it.
Onew's tone was low, barely a whisper, " Touch me..."
Minho replaced his hand over the bulge, rubbing slowly. " What was that? I couldn't hear you."
Onew cupped his own hand over Minho's, other one back for support, and rolled against the awaiting palm. " A-agh, please, touch me..." The gesture was lewd and desperate, and was working very well to turn Minho on even more, if it was possible.
" That's all you had to say..." Minho licked at Onew's neck, slipping those long fingers past the waist band and down his boxer-briefs. Onew was hot and heavy against his palm, not to mention huge, but Minho wasn't suprised by that fact. He tugged the bands down with his other hand, exposing Onew to him. Minho looked down in the space between their bodies, watching as he stroked the other's member. He was leaking out over Minho's fingers, natural lubrication creating a delicious friction that had Onew gripping Minho's waist between powerful thighs and moaning out loud.
" Hyung, you're leaking everywhere...So messy." Minho chided playfully, licking at the outer shell of Onew's ear.
" S-Sorry, Ngh...I can't help it." Onew apologized on instinct, pleasure reducing him to function on the most basic of levels.
Minho twisted his fist on the upstroke, " I never said I didn't like it....It's really hot actually, I wonder if you'll come as much as you're leaking right now. I hope so..."
" D-Don't say things like that..."
" Why, Hyung?" He picked up the pace, squeezing over the head as he pushed back down over Onew's cock. The vein on the underside throbbed against his palm with evey stroke.
" I can't handle it..." Onew choked out as Minho circled the sensitive, leaking slit with his thumb. Onew was finding it hard to stay still as Minho stroked him, wanting to push up into his fist and attempting to keep from coming too soon all at once.
Minho was growing restless of just stroking Onew, as much as he wanted to see the elder paint their shirts with his come he'd much rather taste it instead. He released Onew's erection, who graced him with an almost heart breaking look; Minho smiled in return and dropped to his knees on the tile floor. " C'mere..."
" O-Ok..." Onew flushed hard, slipping down off the counter to stand before Minho.
Minho eyed the object of his desire, angry red and jutting out obscenely from the leader's groin, precum still beading at the head. He flashed a quick glance up at Onew, who was supporting himself on the counter, his mouth hung open as he panted in wait of what would happen. Minho pressed forward, letting his breath play against Onew's twitching cock. Still eyeing Onew, he slid his tongue past parted lips and ran it over the head, collecting the precum there. Onew's lower half surged foward at the touch, Minho's hands came up to press him back into the counter. Minho started slow, just taking in the head, suckling lightly to draw more of Onew's essence into his greedy mouth. Onew moaned, thighs shaky as Minho drew his lips away from and back down over the head. He lowered a hand down to grip at Minho's hair, Minho moans vibrating down his length as he held onto the male below him.
Minho let Onew push his head further down his length, making it a little more half way before it was verging on hitting the back of his throat. He pushed back against the fist, Onew took the signal and pulled Minho's head back, Minho sucking hard as he drew away from Onew's groin. He felt Onew's fingers twitch against his head, the sounds of Onew's loud moans filling his ears and he moaned himself. Onew pushed forward once more, Minho pressing his tongue along the vein at the underside on his way. He attempted to relax as the head edged on the back of his throat again, breathing through his nose when he felt it connect before withdrawing once more.
" A-agh...God damnit, M-Minho..." Onew felt the boys throat contract around the head as he pulled away.
Minho loosened his tight grip on Onew's hips, the elder wanted to roll forward into his mouth immediately. He pulled back,
" I want you to fuck my mouth, but be careful, Hyung." He replaced his mouth on the leader, sucking at the head once more. Onew gripped at the counter's edge, rolling his hips slowly towards Minho, hand on the younger's head holding him in place. He fucked Minho's mouth shallowly, the boy under him moaning with every push into his mouth. Onew pushed farther, wanting to feel himself hit the back of Minho throat again. He did and Minho's throat contracted once more; Onew groaned as his pulled back, allowing Minho a moment to breath and himself to push the need to come back down.
Minho's face was flushed as he looked up at Onew, " Do you want to come in my mouth, Hyung?"
Onew just about lost it, " Don't s-say that..."
" Why? A-agh.." Minho palmed the front of his own straining erection as Onew eyed him. " I want to taste you..."
Onew nodded and Minho went to work, he tongued at Onew's slit and fisted what of the cock he couldn't fit into his mouth. He hummed around the head as he pumped the shaft; Onew felt his orgasm curling around in his belly, ready to burst forth. Minho twisted his fist over the lower half of Onew's erection , pushing his tongue up into the spot where the head connected with the shaft. Onew was starting to loose it, his head thrown back, white knuckling the counter as he rolled his hips forward. The knot in his core was beginning to unravel itself, " M-Minho...Mmgh, I can't...I'm gonna come."
Minho stopped his attention long enough to look back up at Onew, " Good." He swallowed the leader whole, head pressed into the back of his throat. He fought the urge to gag, throat pushing down hard around it. Onew cried out, the knot completely uncoiled and he came. Minho pulled back, letting Onew fill his mouth, some of the come spilling out the corner and down his chin as he swallowed the leader's seed.
Onew watched as his come ran a slow trail from Minho mouth to drip off his chin onto the floor below them. Minho swiped at the runaway substance with his tongue, tracing a finger over what he couldn't reach and sucking the digit into his mouth, eyes slipping closed as he cleaned the come from it. He stood, groaning as his painfully hard member shifted against the front of his pants. He looked down at Onew, eyes mildly watery and a pinkish flush tinting across his nose and cheeks.
Onew was at a lose as he pulled his pants back up, he wanted to give Minho the same treatment, but he just wasn't as bold as the other. Not really sure how to go about the whole thing, " Do...you want me to help you out?"
Minho shook his head, " It's ok, Hyung. As long as you got off I'm good, I can take care of this myself."
Onew frowned, he didn't think Minho would shoot him down like that. He slid the back of his finger tips down Minho forearm, coming to lace them together with the younger's. He wheeled them around, and out of the bathroom. Down the hall to his already open bedroom door, he kicked it shut after he pulled the pair of them inside.
Minho piped up once more, " Hyung, really-"
Onew grasped at the front of Minho's shirt, pushing him back until his legs knocked against the edge of the bed. He shoved the boy back onto it, straddling his lap and bring their lips together in another electrifying kissing. He wondered if kissing Minho would always be this way. And even more so, would there even be an always? Minho leaned them up, his arms coming to rest around Onew's hips, hands cupped the leader's full ass. He pushed Onew's groin forward to slide against his own. Onew's quickly reforming erection pressing perfect into and away from his own, each moaning loudly at the contact.
The bed creaked as Onew rolled his hips with Minho's guiding, almost forgetting he was suppose to be helping the other out instead of working a second orgasm out of himself. " H-Hold up.." He resisted as Minho's fingers dug into the flesh of his behind.
Minho looked back, " What is it?"
Onew tugged at the hem of the younger's shirt, Minho removed the article and tossed it to the floor. Onew pushed him back, coming down to latch onto Minho long neck. He licked a stripe up it's length, Minho tipped his head to one side, biting back a moan as the leader sucked and bit at the smooth flesh. Onew lapped at the dip in his protruding clavicle, nipping along the horizontal length of the bones pressing up against lightly tanned skin. Minho slipped a hand down to Onew's, taking it with his own and bringing it down to the tautly stretch material covering his erection. Onew gasped almost as loudly as Minho when the other bucked up into his palm, moisture slickening the inside of his hand. He continued to palm the younger, Minho's unknowingly restrictive grip making the process harder to do. He twisted his hand out of Minho's grasp and pushed down firmly into the covered bulge, elicting what he could only describe as a high pitched mewl from the normally deep voiced boy.
Onew really was at a lose, he'd never done something like this before with another guy. The only reassurance he had was the way Minho rolled up into his palm, needy sounds coming from the back of his throat. Onew leaned down to Minho's chest, tentatively lapping at a nipple. The muffled groan and arc into him boosted his confidence a thousand fold, he ran over the hardening nub with the flat of his tongue in long swipes. He drew back to blow over the moist patch, Minho curled his chest in, cool air making him shake. Onew kissed and nipped across the toned plains of Minho's chest to lick the other to a harden state.
His hands started the path down Minho's body, running lightly over the defined muscle of his abdomen. Onew's full lips pressed a smattering of kisses all over Minho. He nipped at hips, licking over the bites in apology before biting down once more on the spot just to make sure it left a mark. Something that would rub uncomfortably against the inside of Minho's jeans for the next few days. Onew wanted to see that flush as he would attempt to re-adjust them to not press so roughly over the sensitive spots. He kissed and licked around the soft flesh that circled Minho's bellybutton, dipping his tongue inside for the briefest of seconds just to feel the quake of Minho's body against his and to pull another gasp from those pouty lips.
He chanced a glance up at Minho as he dipped his tongue back into the small indent once more; Minho head fell to the side, mewling around the finger wedged between his teeth. Onew smiled up at the unknowing younger, he was drunk on the idea he could induce this type of helplessness in Minho. It got him off even more so then any physical contact could possibly; well maybe, he wouldn't put the cart before the horse just yet. " Does it feel good?" The words flew from his mouth before he could even think to stop them. He knew it did, but he wanted to hear Minho say it. Wanted to see if it embarrassed him as much as it did Onew to be the one asking.
Minho's head rolled slowly to look back at Onew, his eyes were dialated completely, mouth open to let in panting breaths.
" Onew-hyung..." He started, breathless almost to the point of it being concerning. " I want you to fuck me, please." He writhed under his elder at the thought, " I need it, ok? I can't...Don't say no." Minho leaned up and pulled Onew back into his lap, he kissed at every part of the boy's face he could reach before coming to his lips. Large hands pulled Onew close in an almost desperate plea, he was too far gone to be reasoned with and Onew knew it.
He wasn't going to lie and say he wasn't scared, he'd never even thought about doing something like this until today. Until Minho showed him that story in which he took Minho roughly, Minho loving every second of it. He had a vague idea of what was to be done, but he wouldn't figure it out unless he jumped in with both feet and worked it out. Onew pulled away from Minho long enough to breathe, the younger was sucking everything out of him. Minho started in on his pleading once more, " Please, Onew I can't...I want it so bad it hurts."
Onew shushed the younger, placing a finger over his lips as he nodded in response. He pulled off the boy, Minho grasped at him to stay, but he twisted free. He was just going to get the lotion from his dresser and be right back.
Minho slipped off the bed behind him as Onew grabbed at the bottle. He enveloped Onew completely, needy fingers digging into Onew's hips as he pressed into the leader from behind. Minho nuzzled into Onew's neck, the scent he breathed in making him pull Onew into his body further, moaning in his ear. He ground into the other's backside as he whispered nonsense against Onew's neck between sucking at the flesh there. Onew couldn't help but push back, his back curling into Minho's chest. Minho's hands slipped over Onew shoulders and arms to lace over the hands clawing at the wood of the dresser's top. " Hyung, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me 'til I can't walk properly for days..."
Onew pushed back off the dresser, " Then get on the bed." Minho released him and slunk back on to the crumpled sheets of the bed. Onew dropped the lotion down onto the bed before hooking his fingers into the waist band of Minho's pants and underwear, removing the obstructing barrier in one swift movement. Minho's bent legs fell open, giving Onew more then enough room to slide in between. Onew stripped himself of his clothing, tossing them somewhere near Minho's, and settled between the younger's wide spread thighs.
He stroked over the younger's weeping length with a lotion slick hand, enjoying the way every stroke made Minho moan, whine or tense. His hips lifted to meet the strokes in rolling upward thrusts; he whined when Onew released his needy member, pushing up into empty air a few times. The noises cut short as the leader's wet fingers trailed over his clenching entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle. Minho's eyes screwed shut at the new sensation, " D-Don't tease, Hyung."
Onew smiled, it was weird to touch someone down there, but it was worth every stroke of his finger when Minho acted like this. He even enjoyed it on some level himself, something so taboo being open to him to do whatever he wanted to. " Then relax, Minho. I don't want to hurt you..."
Minho breathed, trying to stop the clenching of his muscles every time Onew would brush those smooth digits over his hole. Onew pushed at the entrance, first finger slipping in with little difficulty to his suprise. It was warm and tight inside of his junior, the prospect of being able to slide his member inside made it throb painfully. He pushed the digit in and out of the wriggling male before him, after a moment he slipped another one along side it in the grasping space. Minho tensed, but only for a brief moment, before bearing down on the fingers in attempt to draw them further in.
It was uncomfortable and Minho could admit that, but the weird sensation almost fueled the arousal he already had pressing on all his nerves. He could feel every movement of Onew's fingers inside him, the slow push and pull inside him driving him crazy. He couldn't help but tense when he felt that third finger starting to push in along side the others. It slipped passed the ring and Minho immediately started to feel a burning sensation in his lower back, pain licking at flames of his arousal. " Nnngh..." He groaned, trying to fight back the slowly mounting discomfort.
Onew stopped his movement at the sound of Minho's pained noise, he fumbled for a moment before taking the other's erection in his palm, stroking over it to counteract the pain for the younger boy. Minho loosen after a few moments and Onew moved once more, dragging his finger tips along Minho's upper wall, he jumped when he collided with a soft bump there causing Minho wail. " A-Are you ok? Should I stop?"
" Don't you dare stop! Whatever you did, do it again." Minho panted back.
Onew stroked over bump again, sending Minho off into another set of loud moans. " It is that good?"
" Yes, oh my god...It's so good, Hyung. Please, again..." Minho sat up on elbows and grabbed at Onew's wrist, guiding it to push his fingers over the spot. " A-aagh..."
Onew scissored his fingers inside of Minho, stretching him as much as he could think to. " Can I...Do you think you're ready?"
Minho nodded vigorously, teeth digging into his lip. " Do it, Onew-hyung. I want feel you in me.."
Onew ran a freshly lotion slick hand over his erection , lathering it generously with the substance. He wiped the excess at Minho's entrance as he lined himself up with it, he looked up to the boy and Minho nodded once more, giving him the ok.
He pushed into Minho, hot flesh engulfing the head of his dick. Minho's pained mewl stopped his movements, the boy just shook his head wildly and coaxed him further into his body. Onew released the breath he'd been holding once he was fully in, his eyes almost rolling back from the intense pressure surrounding him. He looked down at Minho, he boy had his head tipped away from his leader. Onew turned it back to look at him and he cringed at what he saw. Minho pained face broke his heart, large doe eyes narrowing until they almost closed. Tears breaking free from his bottom lashes to run down his flushed face. The fiction hadn't covered this part of sex, Onew was worried he'd done something wrong and hurt the boy badly. " Do you want me to pull out?"
" N-No...I'll be fine, just give me a s-second." Minho reassured him, but he wasn't to confident in the words himself. The burning in his lower back had amplified into an all out fire that spread up his spine. He would definately need more then the second he'd asked for from Onew. He felt Onew move himself forward, member shifting around in Minho's burning insides. " W-Wait, I'm..."
Onew leaned down and kissed at Minho's forehead, down a wet cheek before coming to his lips to place an apologetic kiss there. " Shh, It's alright. I'm not doing anything until you say it's ok. Just breath for me..."
Minho nodded, leaning into another loving kiss Onew layed on his face. The burning was starting to dull now, he could finally start to appreciate how full he felt having Onew inside him. Taking up every bit of space he willing offered to the leader, he almost found himself moaning at the sensation in and of itself. Onew hadn't even moved yet and he already loved the feeling of being connected with him like this now that the burn was dulled to a bearable point. He nosed at Onew's cheek, " You can move..."
" I'll go slow, ok?" Onew shifted back at a snail's pace out of the addictive heat surrounding him. He pushed back in just as slow, commiting the tight slide back in to his memory. Minho's face contorted just slightly as he rocked slow against him. The clutching fingers that held onto the sheets below him loosening their grip with every roll into him, his moans were choppy as the pain mingled with a weird sense of pleasure that swirled around in him. He could feel Onew throb inside him every time was he fully in once more.
The way it felt to have Minho drag around his member with every thrust was cosmic, bruising grip on the other's hips was the only thing that kept him from slamming into that heat. Experimentally, he increased his pacing of his thrusts, when the response was good he took the increased pleasure to heart, letting it settle in every part of his body that would appreciate the mind blowing feeling.
Minho could almost taste how close Onew was to driving into that spot that made him see stars and moan in a way he was almost embarrassed to admit he could. He pulled his knees into his chest, Onew leaning into the new position. His upper arms hooked at the backs of Minho's knees as he rolled into the new angle created for him. He shifted closer and pushed hard into the still impossibly tight Minho.
" A-Agh! Yes, right there...Oh fuck, Onew just like that!" Onew had found it and Minho loved it even more this time around as he drove against his pleasure center. He looked up at Onew, licking his lips subconsciously as he was graced with uncharacteristically cocky smirk from the leader.
" You like that?" Minho was bringing out Onew's inner demon with that lost little blissed out face he seemed to be stuck with. Eyes glazed over until Onew hit it again, then those black orbs would disappear from sight as he let lose another obscene moan that was enough to make Onew come on the spot. He pulled at the younger's hair, ripping his head back to devour those pouty lips with a bruising kiss as he pounded into the boy.
The head board banging against the wall wasn't even enough to overtake the way Minho moaned for his leader. The harsh tug on his hair went straight to his dick before spreading to the rest of his body. The sounds of skin slapping on skin and the way Onew moaned were making him completely helpless. The line between being filled by and emptied of Onew's hard cock blurring until he didn't give a fuck anymore and all he could think about was the almost painful pleasure that rolled over him in waves. They crashed into the flimsy box that contained his orgasm, he was falling apart at the seams and neither over them had touched his dick once yet in their coupling.
" Onew, I-I think I'm..." The pleasure was coming to peak he couldn't fight anymore, just as he was about to come head thrown back into the bed, Onew gripped hard at the base of his erection. Dry orgasm rocked his body, but he felt no release as needy sounds spilled from his lips.
Onew pulled out, " Get on your hands and knees, I'm not done with you yet."
Minho whimpered and rolled over, ass in the air as he dropped down onto his chest. Onew took a moment to appreciate the sight before sliding right back where he belonged. He took hold of the other's waist, driving into him in long, deep rolls of his hips. Minho pushed back into him, wanting to have Onew deeper inside him. " A-Agh, god damnit..."
Onew rocked into the boy below him, he was fighting the need to come hard. He wanted to enjoy this view just a little longer. Onew slid a hand over the expanse of Minho's back and loved the way the boy arched into his touch, muffled cries becoming more audible. Minho was finding it hard to rock back into Onew with the velocity of the thrusts he layed into him.
The leader gave another teasing tug on his hair, and Minho pushed his head back into the hand. He wanted to feel that hard tug that went straight to his dick again.
Onew airy chuckle hit his ears, finger's winding into his hair. He ripped the younger up by his hair, Minho's hand coming to bear down on the head board as he was roughly removed from the surface of the mattress. His back arched as Onew held his hair in a cruel fist, pounding hard into him with quick thrusts. As much as he wanted to continue on with their little game he couldn't push back the overwhelming need to come. Minho's own orgasm was once again threatening his body, the incoherent boy unable to voice his impending release. Onew needed no warning though, the moans Minho was throwing into the thick air of the room was enough of indicator. The way he clenched down around Onew made his movements jerky as he went on fucking himself to completion.
Minho was the first to lose it, bracing a hand on the wall before him as the other pulled the headboard into towards his body. His seed spilling out in long, thick ropes that coated messily over his own stomach and the wooden headboard before him as he let loose fast panting mewls. That last hard grip of Minho's walls over his dick as the boy came was all Onew needed. He rode out the orgasm in slow thrusts into the younger boy, excess come sliding passed his pumping dick to roll down the insides of Minho's thighs.
Onew's body shuttered as he pulled out of Minho, the boy collapsed immediately onto the bed once again. He rolled onto his back, giving the leader an exhausted attempt at a smile. Minho stretched out a hand to his elder, waving for him to lay next to him. Onew dropped down onto his stomach next to the boy, sensitive member dragging over the sheets. He whined and opted to roll to his side instead.
He leaned up as he settled into Minho's side, thick thigh sliding across the forgotten mess that covered Minho's abdomen. He kissed Minho's cheek, and the boy turned to gaze over at him. " Thank you..." Minho spoke slowly.
" What for?" Onew tipped his head to the side in questioning.
" For showing me your teeth..."