Spoiled Rotten (2/2)
Part 1
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The water in the tub surges over him and the coolness of it feels so refreshing against his feverish skin, he almost forgets where he is and who he’s with. He instantly snaps back to reality when he feels small, cool hands sliding against his slippery back. Minho doesn’t even have time to turn around to know who it is because Taemin’s gentle voice breaks the silence, “I just want to give you a massage too, hyung, is that okay?”
The tone of voice that they younger boy uses makes Minho think of much dirtier things but he’s positive Taemin doesn’t mean anything of the sort.
“S-sure,” he stutters, trying to control the arousal in his lower regions and mentally thanks God for the bubble bath soap they had put in earlier.
Taemin’s small palms work deftly against his tired back, slowly, and the smooth against skin has him biting back groans as well. Minho finds himself arching back against the touch-the long fingers knowing just where to caress and where the knots of tension are. He tries not to think about Taemin being naked in back of him and he slowly relaxes, melting against the other boy’s touch. The way that Taemin’s fingers massage his shoulders makes Minho convinced this isn’t his first time doing something like this.
The older boy lets his guard down almost too much that he doesn’t notice when Taemin had inched tantalizing closer to him and starts whispering something in his ear in a sinful whisper, “This is okay, right, hyung?”
Minho snaps out of his fantasy world and tries to registers what exactly Taemin means by that.
“What’s okay?” he says in a too loud voice and his heart automatically triples in speed.
He can’t see Taemin’s face, but he can already imagine the way he’s flushing. “It’s okay to be like this right? To be … taking a bath together? To be close like this…to be massaging each other…?”
Taemin’s voice is as hopeful and innocent as it could possibly be and Minho can’t bear to say anything that would hurt him. He thinks about the way his mind is swirling in dirty fantasies and how he’s becoming way too aroused for his own good and then concludes that this is not okay at all.
In contrast, he answers, “Of course, Taemin, why would anything be wrong with it?”
There’s a long pause, and he can hear a droplet of water splash back softly into the tub water. “I…because, I feel…a little…funny,” Taemin trails off and Minho’s heart practically stops beating.
“W-what do you mean?” he asks, his voice trembling, “You mean you’ve just been in the water too long right? Should we get out now?”
Minho doesn’t dare look around at the other boy, afraid of how he would react to what he would see.
Taemin’s voice sounds smaller than a mouse and his hands have frozen on Minho’s shoulders, but now the older boy can feel Taemin leaning towards him, pressing his heated body against Minho’s back, “I mean this,” Taemin responds just as his body presses flush against Minho’s.
And finally Minho notices something hard and throbbing against his lower back near his spinal cord. Taemin…he’s …he’s…
Minho’s mind sputters like a broken engine. When Taemin’s hips snap even closer and traps his hard erection against Minho’s back, the sensation makes Minho’s toes curl and he lets out a groan that he’s been holding in for so long. He hesitantly turns around to face the younger boy. “Taemin…I…” Minho says slowly, not sure what else to say except that he feels excitement and arousal burning through his veins.
The maknae’s eyes are glinting - shining with a layer of lust and desire that Minho’s never seen before and he would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on that much more. He reaches out with a trembling hand to cup Taemin’s perfectly heart-shaped face.
“Is it wrong, for me to feel this way…when you touch me like this…Is it okay?” the younger boy whispers, hope and fear both shining in his eyes.
Minho feels butterflies doing acrobatics in his stomach.
“No, Taemin, you’re perfectly fine. It’s okay,” he replies and the smile that lights up Taemin’s face makes Minho’s heart lurch up in his chest.
Gathering up all the courage, desire, and affection he has for the boy, Minho looks into Taemin’s eyes and asks, “Do you like me, Taemin?”
The dancer flushes bright pink and Minho already knows. “I’m sorry, hyung…I just can’t help it…Whenever you touch me, I-“ but Taemin never finishes because he’s interrupted by Minho’s tongue pushing against his lips and slipping boldly into his mouth. The current of heat and pleasure sweeps through their bodies -traveling from one to the other. Their tongues tangle effortlessly as Minho finally, finally is able to run his fingers through the honey blonde locks and pulls gently, angling the younger boy’s head back so he could easily run his tongue against the roof of Taemin’s mouth. He nips occasionally at the latter’s plump lower lip. Finally, Taemin lets out a little whimper. Minho pulls away for a slight moment, but they’re so close that he can feel Taemin’s eyelashes brushing his cheekbones. “I can’t help it either,” he whispers against Taemin’s ear. He’s glancing back at Taemin to gauge is reaction. The younger boy is still flushed and there’s an expression of desire and slight surprise on his face.
“Minho,” Taemin murmurs, face still heated.
And then they are together again, Minho’s pushing through the water and causing it to ripple. Their torsos crush together and he hears Taemin suck in a sharp breath of air.
And then their erections are pressing against one another and it’s the most amazing thing Minho’s ever felt - he feels them both throbbing at the same time underwater and Taemin moans wantonly, throwing his head back and arching his back.
Minho bites his lips and he tries to concentrate on their hips. He begins in slow rolling rhythms and the sensation of them grinding against one another is so intense that they both groan at every undulation. Taemin’s fingers clench at Minho’s bicep as Minho continues to grind slowly - erection against erection and they younger boy feels so heavenly against him that he thinks he might come like this - it just feels too good.
The water splashes and laps at their skin as Minho moves faster, creating more friction on their erections and he’s grinding their slow way to heaven as Taemin’s lips are open and chanting, “Minho, Minho, Minho…” As his hips snap back and forward again, rolling their torsos together, Minho leans down on Taemin’s chest and flicks his tongue out at an erect nipple, causing Taemin to moan loudly in the midst of his breathless pants, “A-aah, Minho, don’t do that …”
“Why not?” Minho teases, but doesn’t slow down his hips as their cocks continue to rub and press against each other. He continues playing with the nub by sucking on it slowly and switching to grazing his teeth against it.
Taemin is moaning helplessly now, no longer holding back as he digs his fingernails into Minho’s arm. The rapper can feel Taemin’s body trembling with exertion and the overwhelming pleasure that surges through his thin frame. He smirks and lathers his tongue against the other nipple, causing Taemin to whimper and throw his head back again.
“Minho, please…” Taemin rasps, eyes lidded as he tries to grip Minho’s shoulder for support, but ends up slumping against the side of the tub again. “Please, I can’t…” he tries to say, but Minho’s hips are relentless as their bodies crash together. Minho’s groaning, panting loudly now, but his eyes are burning into Taemin’s - savoring the sweet and heavenly moment they are in.
“You can’t what?” Minho whispers, he’s getting really close now and he knows Taemin is too by the way his body is trembling and shaking almost violently.
“I can’t take it much longer,” Taemin pants, moaning at the same time. “ I want… I want to feel you even more…” Taemin says, his eyes snap open but are still clouded by a layer of lust.
Minho forces his hips to stop moving. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. Taemin wants to what? Minho hadn’t expected for this situation to occur, that was a given, but no way in a million years would he have expected that Taemin would be willing to … make love to him. Did Taemin even know what he was getting himself into?
“Taemin, are you positive?” Minho asks, though he’s not even sure if he could stop himself right now.
The younger boy blushes profusely and nods, “I’ve been wanting this for the longest time,” he says in an embarrassed whisper. With just that, Minho decides he’s heard enough as he growls somewhere in his throat, practically mauling the other boy’s neck with his mouth as his hands roam underwater, grabbing Taemin’s smooth, plump ass and pulling his body closer. They both groan as their erections slightly brush once more. Minho’s fingers find their way to Taemin’s already wet entrance and he circles it with a finger, exploring Taemin’s reaction to each touch and each sensation. Minho shudders - in a few minutes he would be pounding relentlessly into that dark, tight body, driving them both to the edge of pleasure and making Taemin scream - it would be so tight and hot and … and …
Minho feels his cock tightening even more as he slowly pushes a finger through the first ring of muscle of the entrance, concentrating on Taemin’s face which was still clouded by lust, “A-ahh~” Taemin whimpers and Minho stops moving.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks worriedly. The younger boy shakes his head, urging Minho to go on. His finger enters slowly all the way and with each inch Taemin moans louder, fingers digging into Minho’s shoulders.
Finally, the finger is all the way in and Minho nearly comes, just realizing how tight and hot and throbbing the inside of Taemin feels and how that finger is soon going to be replaced with his dick. But then, Taemin’s fingers are grabbing onto Minho’s wrist and pulling his finger out which snaps Minho out of his reverie. As Taemin pulls on Minho’s wrist and slowly draws that finger out of his body, he moans slightly with each inch.
“Let me do it,” Taemin says once the finger is out of his body, “You’re too slow,” he smirks lazily at the shell-shocked Minho staring at the maknae.
Minho watches with wide eyes as Taemin leans back against the tub and spreads his legs slowly - the sight is enough to induce a heart attack and Minho finds himself moaning lowly as Taemin throws his head back. He enters one finger in the entrance gradually and Minho watches and tries to hold himself back from coming right on the spot. And there’s no way Taemin’s never done this before because he’s somehow got two fingers worked up in there and the younger boy whimpers slightly as he crooks his own fingers ever so slightly inside of himself. Minho finds himself biting his lip and pressing crescents into his own palms as Taemin draws the fingers out and, in one swift movement pushes them back in.
“M-Minho,” Taemin groans seductively and arches his back once more as he slowly pulls the fingers out again. Minho gulps.
“I’m ready for you,” Taemin says alas, his eyes lidded and a soft sigh escapes his lips.
A low growl erupts from Minho’s throat as he almost roughly pushes Taemin against the tub, mauling the younger boy’s sharp collarbones as he curls his fingers around the boy’s wrist and pulls him closer. He positions his hard, leaking cock at the hot, throbbing entrance and locks eyes with the maknae, lust burning through them like a string of electricity.
Minho’s returning smirk before he pushes into the maknae quickly fades away as Taemin’s muscles contract and pulse around his dick. All he wants to do is fuck Taemin into the side of the tub, rough and desperate, but instead he slides in slowly, oh so slowly, until he’s balls deep and on the verge of insanity. And it takes all of his effort to hold himself back, to not thrust wildly into that burning, velvety darkness.
“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight, Taemin,” Minho growls, gripping the side of tub to control himself.
“Hnnghh,” Taemin groans in return, arching his body to get into a more comfortable angle. “You can move now,” Taemin pants, his sweat-soaked hair hanging in golden tendrils over his face.
Minho finds that he has no complaints to this command as he draws out slowly, the insides of Taemin scraping against his cock and he watches intently at Taemin’s expression, scrunching up and he goes even slower, asking Taemin if he’s okay.
The dancer nods his head slightly, but his expression is still contorted.
And then Minho realizes he can’t hold it anymore, and he pushes back inside that soft, hot cavern and groans loudly. The water between them slaps against their skin just like how Minho’s balls slap against Taemin’s ass. He pulls out again and thrusts back in another time, faster, but still at a controlled speed and this time Taemin has enough breath to moan and whimper loudly, his mouth wide open and eyes rolled back.
And again, he draws out, but before he can push in, Taemin’s panting and groaning, “Go faster. Fuck me, hyung, please.”
Without further hesitation, Minho is happy to comply with Taemin’s wishes as he roughly shoves himself back into the younger boy, feeling the tight wetness that’s sending euphoria washing over his body. His cock hits something that time that has Taemin’s toes curling and his throaty whimper to escalate to a high-pitched yelp.
“Oh God, yes, there, again,” Taemin moans, shallowly thrusting against Minho’s thrusts to get more friction.
Minho pulls out again, and positions himself at the contracting entrance, but this time he grabs one of Taemin’s legs and puts it over his shoulder so that he can get an even better angle.
Taemin cries out, mewling with pleasure when Minho rams his cock back in, hitting the spot even harder than before. And again, Minho pulls out, and again he thrusts in. He continues to fuck Taemin against the tub, his thrusts growing faster and harder until the whole tub is practically shaking from the force, and Taemin is a hot mess, melting against Minho’s body as he purrs with pleasure and whines like a cat in heat.
“Faster, oh, God, yes,” Taemin is shouting, moaning Minho’s name like a mantra under his breath as Minho’s balls slap against his skin with every thrust. Minho continuously hits that spot inside of him that sends white stars spiraling in his mind and he knows he can’t hold out much longer, but he wants Minho to just fuck him forever.
He decides to try something new as he pushes Minho down and ignores the surprised look on Minho’s face. “Trust me,” he says as he positions himself over Minho’s hard cock, hands and arms shaking as he tries to keep himself upright by leaning onto both sides of the tub.
And suddenly, Taemin impales himself over Minho’s cock from above, making them both nearly scream and come at the same time. He pulls out shakily and sinks back down onto Minho. And finally Minho catches on, he grasps onto both sides of Taemin’s hips and pushes the boy down, helping Taemin fuck himself, helping him slam his body down onto Minho so that each time his cock sinks in deeper into Taemin.
Oh God, I’m going to fucking hell, Minho thinks before the tingling feeling of orgasm slowly builds up inside of him, and he’s so fucking close-he’s going to explode into that tight heat any second now.
But that’s when they hear the doorknob being fumbled with and it turns; the bathroom door swings open noisily, slamming against the wall from the force.
All Minho can really make out in the midst of his hazy heat and cloud of pleasure is the bleach blonde tufts of hair coming out from under a baseball cap. He realizes it’s fucking Amber standing in the doorway, mouth gaping wide open upon seeing Minho and Taemin naked in the tub.
But of course, the surprises don’t end there, because when Minho looks back at Taemin to tell him that they’re so fucked, Taemin is no longer visible in the tub at all. He’s vanished!
Amber starts chuckling and shouts, “Hurry up and finish your bubble bath, princess! All I needed to do was wash my hands, geez, I really didn’t need to see you naked. Maybe you should lock the door next time!” She closes the door behind her and he can still hear her laughter echoing as she walks down the hallway.
Suddenly, Taemin rises up from underneath the bubbles in the tub and sputters out water and soap everywhere, blinking and rubbing his eyes to get the water out. The boy had somehow slipped underneath the water when Amber had flung open the door so she hadn’t even seen Taemin at all-hadn’t known that they were fucking like rabbits in the bathtub. She simply thought that Minho was a sissy little boy who preferred bubble baths over showers.
Minho lets out a soft chuckle, “That was close,” he remarks before tackling Taemin in a bruising kiss; he brushes out the droplets of water from Taemin’s eyes and pushes back into his entrance and feels ecstasy surge through his body.
And this time he feels Taemin’s body tensing up, contracting angrily around his cock, and he watches as the boy’s moans grow more and more high pitched. Minho grabs Taemin’s dick and pumps it roughly in synch with his wild thrusts.
“Oh, oh, oh, Minho. Fuck,” Taemin whimpers as his fingers clutch on to Minho’s arm. “Hyung!” the boy yelps as his body trembles and shakes violently and he comes, spilling into the lukewarm water as Minho’s fist continues to milk him dry. Minho can’t hold out much longer either as Taemin’s hot walls spasm and contract around him; Minho lets his body go as he orgasms into the depths of Taemin, feeling his cum fill up the younger boy. He’s shaking too, and groans loudly, breathing Taemin’s name against the boy’s back as he comes violently, a blinding white makes him curl his toes and slump against the maknae.
A couple minutes later, Minho’s heart rate finally slows down and he leans against Taemin, presses and slow, tender kiss against his sweaty forehead and pulls him to his lips. As their lips touch, they both chuckle and Minho pulls Taemin down with him so that they are submerged completely in the cool water.
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“Eat some broccoli,” Key snarls at Taemin, piling up the boy’s bowl of food with various vegetables and green nasty stuff.
The younger boy pouts and sticks a tongue out at Key, “Yuck~” he says under his breath with a devious smile.
Jonghyun and Onew are too busy tearing apart their steaks to notice what’s going on as Minho tickles Taemin’s feet underneath the table with his own feet.
They’re having dinner and somehow as the day waned, the heat simmered down and now there is only a cool breeze of summer blowing in through the open window and making the curtains billow in the gentle wind. Minho leans back against the seat, feeling more relaxed and at ease than ever before. He swears he could almost imagine cicadas somewhere in the distance.
“So, what did you guys do while everyone was gone anyways?” Key pipes up, tossing a piece of carrot into his mouth as he eyes Taemin. “I didn’t see a single soul in this place when me and Amber got back.”
The boy is about to say something when Minho cuts him off, “I was taking a shower,” he says and smirks at the younger boy.
Taemin stutters and looks around the table; everyone’s eyeing him now. “I was in my room, on my DS,” he fumbles helplessly.
Key raises an eyebrow, “I didn’t see anyone in our room, what are you talking about? You better not be lying to me again, Mister,” he warns.
“I-I’m not!” Taemins sputters, “I was in the closet because it was darker in there so it was cooler,” he replies. He realizes his lie actually made sense and was believable and he beams a little at Minho.
“Hmm,” Key remarks casually and they all continue eating in a tense silence.
After a long silence, Amber nudges Taemin in the waist, “You sure you were in your room? Cause I coulda sworn I saw you somewhere else.”
She smirks at the maknae whose eyes have grown as wide as saucers. The tomboy then glances over at Minho and winks at him, something devious sparkling in her eyes.
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