[mini-fic] something about us; taekey
something about us, taemin/key
a/n: someone dared me to write happysexyish fic
and i can't do that as evidenced by this. tbqh this is very rushed, ~15 minutes in write or die, but it was a fun challenge!
oh well. \o/
it begins when taemin suddenly can't stop touching him. nothing sexual or sensual; just soft innocent touches. letting their hands brush too long when kibum asks taemin to pass the pepper, letting kibum baby him when he's sick and snapping at anyone else, letting kibum share his pillow that night instead of jonghyun.
kibum chalks it up to taemin growing and changing, but everyone knows it isn't true, since taemin has long hit puberty. maybe not physically, but mentally.
and suddenly, just as the touching obsession starts, it stops. taemin pushes kibum away when kibum asks if something's the matter, seeks confinement in minho instead. he clings to jonghyun when they go to the gym together, goes to practice again with jinki.
it suddenly hurts kibum, and he isn't sure why. when you suddenly lose something you're used to, it's hard to survive without it, he muses darkly, and puts the almost depressed-like feeling into dieting.
which is why he's taken aback one day when he feels taemin brush fingers over his cheek as he's reading a book on the couch, smiling a shy (kibum's suddenly hit with replay-era taemin nostalgia, all fifteen and nervous and scared, everything and nothing) smile, trailing the fingers down to kibum's wrist and squeezing lightly, sitting down next to him.
"have you eaten yet, hyung?"
"yes," kibum lies, and taemin narrows his eyes and suddenly drops his wrist, pushing kibum back. the older male watches in disbelief, mouth falling open into a slight 'o', glasses and book falling.
"that's a lie and you know it. kibum, i don't get it, hyung," taemin pleads, suddenly wrapping the older male in a hug, feeling him stiffen a bit. "why do you read those anti comments?"
"taemin, i-"
"you're beautiful hyung, you're so perfect. i just...hyung, let me show you."
any response that kibum might've wanted to say is cut off when he feels taemin take his mouth in a soft kiss. kibum's lips are slightly chapped and taemin's are wet from too much (borrowed) chapstick, but it's comforting. it slowly deepens as taemin parts kibum's lips, teeth sinking softly into the rapper's bottom lip.
a sudden gasp is drawn from kibum, and taemin pulls away for a moment, blushing when he notices they're still connected with a string of saliva.
"t-too much?"
"no," kibum breathes out, cheeks flushed and lips wet, "it's not."
"okay," taemin replies almost shyly, scooting closer and kissing kibum again, reveling in the warmth of his mouth. taemin wants more and he deepens the kiss further; savoring the suffocating warmth kibum is providing and letting his tongue indulge.
taemin lets a moan escape of his own when he feels kibum respond, finally wrapping his own tongue around taemin's like this has always happened, like they were meant to be together. the kiss is give and take; taemin rubbing soft circles on kibum's wrist before finally pulling away, staring at him with lust-blown pupils, panting softly.
kibum's lips are red and swollen and he's equally sucking air into his lungs, but fuck, this is beautiful.
"hyung," taemin whispers, "hyung." and kibum shushes him by taking taemin's lips into his own, nibbling them lightly and letting a soft groan out when he suddenly feels taemin sneak a hand between his legs and gently palm his growing erection through his sweatpants, hips thrusting up into the soft warmth.
"t-taemin, not yet," he groans out, feeling his over-sensitive body tighten at the ministrations. "i-i can't yet."
"it's okay, hyung, we don't have to have sex," taemin's breathing out, pressing hot kisses down kibum's skin, finally trailing the hand past the elastic on the sweatpants, wrapping it gently around kibum's length.
his lips continued working on kibum's neck, sucking pieces of hot sweaty skin between tongue and teeth, and kibum would be lying if he wasn't enjoying this. the way taemin took his time over his body, the slow and soft kisses, and -
taemin's suddenly squeezing his cock, starting to stroke up and down at a pace that's much too slow for kibum's liking. but kibum can't complain (won't complain?) because fuck that hand feels so good, turning him into a soft whimpering mess. he feels more precome leaking out, abdominal muscles (what bit there were) tensing and twitching and that familiar tighting feeling.
"t-taemin, i'm going to-" he doesn't even get it out before taemin's gently squeezing and massaging his balls, sucking a sensitive spot right behind his ear and whispering
"then come already. let me watch you."
kibum whimpers and digs nails into taemin's shoulders, riding out his orgasm and wincing when taemin overstrokes him, suddenly too sleepy to even push him away. taemin pulls his hand out of kibum's sweatpants, wiping most of his release on them (much to kibum's immediate disdain). what he didn't wipe off he's licking up, a small blush tinting his features.
"thanks," kibum breaks the small silence a moment later, giving taemin a genuine smile. taemin meets it with one of his own, blush darkening.
"anytime, hyung. anytime."
a/n: someone dared me to write happysexyish fic
and i can't do that as evidenced by this. tbqh this is very rushed, ~15 minutes in write or die, but it was a fun challenge!
oh well. \o/
it begins when taemin suddenly can't stop touching him. nothing sexual or sensual; just soft innocent touches. letting their hands brush too long when kibum asks taemin to pass the pepper, letting kibum baby him when he's sick and snapping at anyone else, letting kibum share his pillow that night instead of jonghyun.
kibum chalks it up to taemin growing and changing, but everyone knows it isn't true, since taemin has long hit puberty. maybe not physically, but mentally.
and suddenly, just as the touching obsession starts, it stops. taemin pushes kibum away when kibum asks if something's the matter, seeks confinement in minho instead. he clings to jonghyun when they go to the gym together, goes to practice again with jinki.
it suddenly hurts kibum, and he isn't sure why. when you suddenly lose something you're used to, it's hard to survive without it, he muses darkly, and puts the almost depressed-like feeling into dieting.
which is why he's taken aback one day when he feels taemin brush fingers over his cheek as he's reading a book on the couch, smiling a shy (kibum's suddenly hit with replay-era taemin nostalgia, all fifteen and nervous and scared, everything and nothing) smile, trailing the fingers down to kibum's wrist and squeezing lightly, sitting down next to him.
"have you eaten yet, hyung?"
"yes," kibum lies, and taemin narrows his eyes and suddenly drops his wrist, pushing kibum back. the older male watches in disbelief, mouth falling open into a slight 'o', glasses and book falling.
"that's a lie and you know it. kibum, i don't get it, hyung," taemin pleads, suddenly wrapping the older male in a hug, feeling him stiffen a bit. "why do you read those anti comments?"
"taemin, i-"
"you're beautiful hyung, you're so perfect. i just...hyung, let me show you."
any response that kibum might've wanted to say is cut off when he feels taemin take his mouth in a soft kiss. kibum's lips are slightly chapped and taemin's are wet from too much (borrowed) chapstick, but it's comforting. it slowly deepens as taemin parts kibum's lips, teeth sinking softly into the rapper's bottom lip.
a sudden gasp is drawn from kibum, and taemin pulls away for a moment, blushing when he notices they're still connected with a string of saliva.
"t-too much?"
"no," kibum breathes out, cheeks flushed and lips wet, "it's not."
"okay," taemin replies almost shyly, scooting closer and kissing kibum again, reveling in the warmth of his mouth. taemin wants more and he deepens the kiss further; savoring the suffocating warmth kibum is providing and letting his tongue indulge.
taemin lets a moan escape of his own when he feels kibum respond, finally wrapping his own tongue around taemin's like this has always happened, like they were meant to be together. the kiss is give and take; taemin rubbing soft circles on kibum's wrist before finally pulling away, staring at him with lust-blown pupils, panting softly.
kibum's lips are red and swollen and he's equally sucking air into his lungs, but fuck, this is beautiful.
"hyung," taemin whispers, "hyung." and kibum shushes him by taking taemin's lips into his own, nibbling them lightly and letting a soft groan out when he suddenly feels taemin sneak a hand between his legs and gently palm his growing erection through his sweatpants, hips thrusting up into the soft warmth.
"t-taemin, not yet," he groans out, feeling his over-sensitive body tighten at the ministrations. "i-i can't yet."
"it's okay, hyung, we don't have to have sex," taemin's breathing out, pressing hot kisses down kibum's skin, finally trailing the hand past the elastic on the sweatpants, wrapping it gently around kibum's length.
his lips continued working on kibum's neck, sucking pieces of hot sweaty skin between tongue and teeth, and kibum would be lying if he wasn't enjoying this. the way taemin took his time over his body, the slow and soft kisses, and -
taemin's suddenly squeezing his cock, starting to stroke up and down at a pace that's much too slow for kibum's liking. but kibum can't complain (won't complain?) because fuck that hand feels so good, turning him into a soft whimpering mess. he feels more precome leaking out, abdominal muscles (what bit there were) tensing and twitching and that familiar tighting feeling.
"t-taemin, i'm going to-" he doesn't even get it out before taemin's gently squeezing and massaging his balls, sucking a sensitive spot right behind his ear and whispering
"then come already. let me watch you."
kibum whimpers and digs nails into taemin's shoulders, riding out his orgasm and wincing when taemin overstrokes him, suddenly too sleepy to even push him away. taemin pulls his hand out of kibum's sweatpants, wiping most of his release on them (much to kibum's immediate disdain). what he didn't wipe off he's licking up, a small blush tinting his features.
"thanks," kibum breaks the small silence a moment later, giving taemin a genuine smile. taemin meets it with one of his own, blush darkening.
"anytime, hyung. anytime."