Spoiled Rotten 1/2
Title: Spoiled Rotten
Pairing: Taemin / Minho
Genre: Smut, romance, fluff
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sexy bath times~♥
Part 2
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His hair usually held the kind of effortless perfection that even Key the diva queen was sometimes envious of. But today, was an entirely different story because Taemin’s honey-blond locks were nearly saturated with sweat and fell limply against his face and felt damp against his forehead.
He groans as he felt his skin sticking again to the hot leather on the sofa.
“UUuuughhhh,” Key grumbles across the room - he’s the perfect soundtrack for how Taemin himself feels right now.
There hasn’t been this kind of ridiculously hot weather in a while and all of them are sprawled out on the tile floor in the kitchen or melting on the couches in the living room.
Taemin sits up slowly, trying not to move too fast because he might just dissolve into a puddle if he put too much exertion in this kind of heat.
“This is ridiculous, hyung,” Taemin turns to Onew and watches as the older boy traces a finger along the cracks of the tiled kitchen floor, his face pressed up against as much of the cool floor as possible. He might as well be making out with it.
Onew just breathes slowly, his gaze slowly floating over to Taemin. He begins to nod but decides against it, “I know, Taeminnie, I know. You don’t have to tell me…”
“Go buy us some ice-cream, hyung,” Taemin says, ignoring Onew’s response. “Please?” He tries on a puppy-eyed expression at the older boy.
Onew groans and rolls his eyes, making Taemin think that the aegyo tactic had actually failed for once.
“Fine,” he hears the older boy say at last. Onew lethargically crawls up from the ground and gets on his feet. He then proceeds to jab Jonghyun in the ribs, muttering, “Get up, lazy bum. The maknae wants ice-cream. You’re coming with me to buy it.”
Jonghyun makes some kind of whining noise in his throat. He sounds like a kicked puppy and Taemin smiles lazily at the thought of lime-flavored popsicles melting against his tongue.
“Why don’t you take Kibum? Or Minho? They’re both doing not doing anything either. Why does it have to be me?” Jonghyun cries.
Onew turns to give him a pointed look. “Kibum will rip my head off if I ask him to do anything right now,” he hisses at the boy sprawled out on the ground. “Now get up and go with me before I take away your car keys again,” he threatens.
Jonghyun’s up from the floor and on his feet in a flash. Taemin doesn’t even know when they go through the door, but it closes in a slam and the wind tickles his burning forehead. He sighs.
Then there’s a shuffling noise and Taemin turns around to see Key getting up from his slumped over position on the couch.
Minho looks up from his phone to give Key a quizzical look. “I’m going shopping with Amber,” he says, slipping on his Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses.
“Isn’t it too hot to walk around?” Minho asks, a small smile playing on his lips as if he were saying, you’re silly.
“The mall’s air-conditioned,” Key quips in return and flashes his trademark smirk. “Don’t burn down the house,” he adds before slipping out the door with an air kiss.
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Minho’s here. With Taemin. It’s hot.
Really hot.
Much more than he could handle.
Minho’s always believed himself to be a man of patience, but there are really levels of too-much that he can’t take. Right now is one of those moments. He’s afraid of what he’ll do on impulse being in the same room with Taemin in this kind of weather.
It’s really too dangerous to stay.
He starts to get up from the chair he’s been lounging on and brushes a streak of sweat off his forehead, “Hey, Minnie, I’m going to my room, okay?” he mutters before starting off towards the hallway.
He’s holding his breath, hoping Taemin won’t say anything. Hoping he won’t make him stay and play with him. Like he always does and it drives Minho nearly insane each time.
“Minho…” Taemin says hopefully, calling him back with that entreating voice, and he can almost picture those innocent doe-eyes that drive him up the wall. He can’t resist that face. Don’t look back, Choi Minho, if you do, you’ll regret it. He tells himself, chanting, Don’t do it, don’t do it…
“Hyung,” Taemin calls out to him again, “I’m lonely…you should spend some time with me…”
Minho shuts his eyes, tries to drown out that perfect voice, calling him forth, pulling him to Taemin like a drawstring. This is illegal. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. It’s wrong. Really, it’s not supposed to be like this.
He turns around and instantly regrets it.
Taemin has crawled to the edge of the couch, his loose tank top hanging below him and billowing ever so slightly with the fan whirring from the center of the room. His hair is ruffled and messy as if he’d just woken up, his eyes belie that messy look though, and they are bright, hopeful and joyful. How could he look so utterly precious in this kind of weather? This kind of answer is beyond Minho.
He’s been caught again, he knows, by that perfect being, the pale, snowy shoulders and the expanse of smooth skin across Taemin’s lithe body that has Minho swallowing hard in his throat - he almost chokes on oxygen. Those eyes. So pleading and delightful. He’s been captured once again, like a bird locked back in its cage, and lusting after its beautiful and cruel master.
“Sure, Taemin, what would you like to do?” Minho asks, closing his eyes for the second time and trying to calm the intense drum beat that is his heart.
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Taking a shower is probably one of Minho’s favorite times of the day. He likes to watch the suds of soap swirl away into the drain, being lost forever and to him it feels like he’s washed away all his troubles, tribulations, and hassles of the day and when he leaves the bath, he’s feeling more refreshed and relaxed than at any other time of the day.
But right now, is a whole other story. He’s never felt this tense being in the bathroom before and he feels like he’s about to explode into a gooey puddle of nothingness and die there.
Taemin had somehow insisted that Minho wash his back for him while he’s taking a cool bath to wash off all the heat of the hot summer day. And of course, Minho had not even had time to respond before he was dragged off into the bathroom, towels shoved at him and Taemin suddenly very stark naked before Minho.
His eyes are as big as saucers and immediately, he looks away from all that skin and blushes furiously, muttering to Taemin about getting into the bathtub.
Taemin’s finally facing away from him and the only body parts he can see are the younger boy’s smooth, silky back and shoulders, and his head full of spiky blond hair. Minho’s breathing slows to erratic again and not on-the-verge-of-heart-attack speed anymore.
“Hyung…?” Taemin asks, his voice is suddenly very loud in the small room and the water almost ripples from the vibrations of his body.
“Y-yeah?” Minho responds, trying to calm his shaking hands and trembling voice. He’s really lost it now.
“The water feels really nice,” Taemin comments idly, turning around slightly to beam an innocent, vulnerable smile at Minho.
The older boy nods curtly ,trying to shade his face with his overgrown brown hair.
“Could you watch my back for me, please, hyung?” the younger boy says again, smiling cheerfully at Minho.
I’m going to commit a sin any second now, Minho groans inwardly to himself, rubbing his fingers against the pain that’s aching in his temples. Actually, isn’t it already a sin having these kinds of thoughts? Thinking about Taemin this way? It must be a sin. Siwon would not approve.
Minho tries not to come into contact with too much skin as he scoops up a handful of water and lets it fall against the flawlessly smooth skin on Taemin’s shoulders, watching the way the water trails around his shoulder blades and melts away.
He wishes he had a sponge or something - it would make this whole process much less touchy and suggestive. He breathes out slowly, trying not to look elsewhere but the back of Taemn’s head.
The bubbles in the bath fortunately cover up most of Taemin’s body and Minho is slowly growing accustomed to his fingers pressing against the soft, silky skin on Taemin’s shoulders.
The water is cool - only very slightly warm and he scoops more of it and lathers it against the young boy’s back slowly, gradually as to not jerk in any sudden movements because he’s still a bit shaky. His fingers press the droplets of water against the boy’s back and he suddenly realizes there are a couple knotted areas in the back of Taemin’s neck and without thinking, both of Minho’s hands come up to caress and massage the area there, pressing slight pressure against those hard, knotted points.
Suddenly, Taemin groans softly and tilts his head back so that Minho can see his eyes are closed, “Hyung…” the young boy sighs, his voice almost a soft moan, sending all of Minho’s coherent thoughts straight down to his groin.
This is not good. Not good at all.
Minho is just about to pull his hands away when Taemin shifts his position in the bathtub and groans softly, “Minho, please, don’t stop…it feels really good.”
Minho bites his lip and swallows down the groan that he wants to let out - those words are so suggestive yet he knows that Taemin hadn’t meant them that way, but he still feels himself grow more aroused with each passing second.
His hands continue to press gently into Taemin’s shoulders and rub in slowly circles against the tense knots, occasionally lathering some of the soapy water on the boy’s to keep it soft and moist so that his fingers could easily slide and rub against the skin. Taemin’s breath comes out in short, heated pants and Minho doesn’t even know what to do with himself - he’s grown so turned on that it’s getting to the point of aching but he can’t stop what he’s doing, can’t stop this ridiculously pleasurable molestation of his dongsaeng who’s so fervent and pleased with every single rub of his fingers, every time his nails graze slightly against the knots of tension.
He finds himself leaning closer, pulling the wooden stool that he’s sitting on beside the tub closer to the side of it, he can smell the strawberry scented bubble bath that rise in slow swirls of steam and that same smell that now clings to Taemin’s shoulder. He inhales the invigorating fragrance and is lost in world with just him and Taemin, Taemin and Minho. He wants to slip right into that water so he can press his body against Taemin’s feel the coolness of the younger boy’s skin against his own and let the water rinse away all the troubles that’s collected inside of him.
He continues massaging in gentle smooth rubs against the boy’s shoulders and Minho begins to exhale in heated puffs of air against Taemin’s delicate ear, making the boy shudder underneath his slow, tantalizing fingers that are melting away the tension that’s built up inside of him.
He feels Taemin grow more and more relaxed, and soon he’s practically arching his back in the pleasure that Minho’s hands are offering him and he moaning and saying things like, “Oh, Minho hyung, that feels so good…”
Minho feels like taking the boy right then and there, but he manages to somehow hold back the primal urge that’s building up in his chest.
He bites his lip even harder, and his hands slip past the curve of Taemin’s thin shoulder and she explores of jutting angles of Taemin’s smooth collarbones. As if entranced, he leans in close to Taemin’s ear and whispers in a low voice, “Does it really feel good, Taemin?”
The younger boy shudders helplessly and replies in a soft whisper, “Yeah, it feels really good.”
Minho feels satisfaction curling against the tight, hot heat that’s accumulated in his stomach. Minho’s fingernails first brush against Taemin’s toned chest and he begins to massage there - pressing his palm steadily in kneading, sensual rhythms against the taut muscle there and Taemin’s groaning again, arching his body against the touch, against the pressure of Minho’s fingers. He’s almost on the verge of whimpering and it’s got Minho so hot and bothered that he’s begin to rub himself against the side of the tub to get some form of friction and he’s thinking,God this, is so wrong.
Suddenly, Taemin’s closed eyes flutter open and he looks up at the older boy with an unreadable expression - Minho’s hands have frozen in spot on Taemin’s collarbones and he looks down at the younger boy, a million thoughts of rejection and disgust racing through his mind. Had he gone too far? Had it been too obvious? Did Taemin feel disgusted by all of this?
Minho is slowly withdrawing his hands when Taemin’s wet palm comes up and he curls damp fingers around Minho’s wrist -a gesture that meant for him to stay, to not leave. Panic and relief washes over Minho at the same time and suddenly it’s just too much. Too overwhelming. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can possibly take.
He swallows down the heavy lump of confusion and rejection that’s formed inside his throat and curls his own fingers as tension freezes up his entire body. This single moment seems to last an eternity and he wishes Taemin would say anything - anything at all.
And finally he does.
“Minho, take off your clothes,” Taemin says suddenly, his voice completely solemn and serious. Minho’s never heard Taemin use this tone before and he’s honestly shell-shocked at the sudden change.
“W-what?” Minho stutters helplessly, still burning with shame at his completely apparent erection that he tries to hide behind the tub.
“Take off your clothes and get into the tub,” Taemin demands, voice still completely serious.
Minho’s fingers are trembling and he doesn’t know what to do. Should he just leave the room? Taemin would definitely notice his raging erection if he were to get in the tub right?
“Hyung, please,” Taemin says in a slightly pleading tone and Minho’s resolve crumbles. He doesn’t know how else to deal with a situation like this. He hadn’t signed up for this!
Part 2