midnight snack (1/1) ; ontae
title: midnight snack (1/1)
pairing: ontae
rating: nc-17
word count: 3622
summary: taemin can't sleep.
Taemin rolled over onto his side, and cradled his head in his arms. It was one of those nights - when Taemin had difficulty falling asleep. Moonlight splashed onto the floor and walls of his shared bedroom, and Taemin sighed heavily. It would’ve been beautiful, watching how the light ignited cold hues in the room, but Taemin was too flustered, tossing and turning in his bed endlessly. He pushed his covers to his side, and lay flat on his back like a corpse, staring at the roof. He pouted because it wasn’t very rare; he had nights similar to this often, but that didn’t mean that he was used to them.
A soft sound broke the silence of the bedroom. Taemin’s ears perked to the noise of somebody… Was it laughing? Wondering who it was who was awake (the noise was too faint for Taemin to distinguish who it was), the magnae of SHINee sat up in his bed. The moonlight outlined the pretty sleeping face of his hyung, Key, but Taemin was unable to tell if Onew was in his bed or not. He left his room, closing the door quietly not too awake the sleeping members, and shielded his eyes from the vast change of lighting.
The laughing came again, and once Taemin had adjusted his eyes, he walked into the living room where the leader, Onew, sat on the couch watching what Taemin recognized as a pre-recorded episode of Oh! My School. He smiled at his hyung, pleased that somebody else was up and sat next to the singer, watching the other as he munched on Pocky.
“Oh, Taemin. I didn’t even hear you come in!” Onew turned off the television and smiled sympathetic at Taemin. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.”
“No, you didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” Taemin reassured the other and complied when Onew pat his own lap. Laying his head on the leader’s lap, Taemin sighed contently as he felt Onew’s hand in his hair, patting the younger boy’s hair tenderly, using his other hand to reach for another stick of Pocky.
“Would you like some?” Onew offered the other and Taemin shook his head, thinking that Pocky would probably upset his stomach because it was so late.
“Hyung, would you make me some warm milk, please?” He asked, looking up at his hyung. Onew grinned, knowing that the other loved to drink warm milk when he couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t help but make a joke.
“Oh, does baby need a bottle to sleep?” he said, pinching the other’s cheeks. Taemin puffed his cheeks out and pouted; he hated being called a baby. Onew laughed quietly, and carefully, he placed a cushion underneath Taemin’s head as a substitute for his lap and left the room.
Onew was loud: banging cabinets shut and placing what Taemin assumed was the glass too hard down on the counter, and Taemin hoped that he wouldn’t wake up the other members from their slumber. Hearing the other slam the microwave door was enough to make the magnae get up off the couch and enter the kitchen the Onew was bent over the counter, watching the glass in the microwave spin.
“Jinki-hyung, you’re being so loud!” Taemin voiced his thoughts and jumped up onto the counter next to the leader.
“It’s not my fault!” the older protested and Taemin grinned; Onew condition never failed. “Are you okay? Why couldn’t you sleep?”
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just one of those days.” Taemin shrugged. “How long has that been in for now? Don’t make it too hot hyung, please.” Taemin smiled bashfully, swinging his legs gently against the cabinet.
“Aish!” Onew was flustered, rapidly opening the microwave door. He winced in pain as he grabbed the glass and nearly dropped it on the counter while saying, “hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!” much to Taemin’s amusement.
“Are you okay?” Taemin masked a serious face over his amused eyes; Onew was so funny to him and Taemin started to feel less frustrated about his sleeping issues.
“I’m fine, let me just check the temperature to see if it’s fine to dri -” Onew placed his middle finger into the white liquid before hastily pulling it out. He shook his hand to get the hot substance off him and winced slightly, “Yeah… I, uh, I wouldn’t drink that just yet if I were you.”
“You're a bit of an idiot...” Taemin laughed. He watched as Onew stared down at his finger, and before the other licked the milk off, Taemin grabbed the leader’s hand.
“Can I?” Taemin licked his lips as he watched his hyung nod slowly, his eyebrows burrowing in his forehead out of what seemed to be confusion. Taemin wanted to soothe his hyung, as hilarious as what had happened was, he didn’t like to see Onew in pain. His tongue flicked out, lathering up the liquid on Onew’s fingers, and Taemin didn’t hesitate to use his tongue as massage the warm patch on Onew’s fingers.
Something was different and Taemin couldn’t figure out what. Onew’s eyes had changed; they were clouded with something that Taemin wasn’t familiar with. The leader’s pupils were so dilated, so dilated that Taemin could hardly see the brown colour.
“Is… Is everything okay, hyung?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” His hyung’s face looked guilty, and Taemin thoughts were disordered. Did I do something wrong?
“Nothing…” Taemin muttered, looking down into his lap.
“Hey, why don’t we play a game while your milk cools down?”
“A…game? What game?” Taemin perked to the thought of a game.
“Why don’t we play that Pocky game? I have Pocky?”
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Taemin smiled - suddenly not caring if the Pocky upset his stomach or not - and watched as Onew left the room, and returned with the packet of Pocky. His eyes were still black, and Taemin found himself oddly attracted to his hyung when he looked at him with those eyes. They looked so beautiful and Taemin was finding himself lost in them.
“Shall we start?” Onew suggested, positioning the Pocky stick between his teeth. Taemin jumped down from the countertop and hesitantly done the same, and the game started, both of the faces moving closer and closer to each other before Taemin bit the stick. It was awkward and Taemin felt his body heat rising as their faces got closer; he had to pull away.
“You lose! I am the winner! Ha!” Onew fist pumped the air and Taemin pouted as his hyung shoved it in his face that he was the winner.
“Yah, that’s not very nice of you!” Taemin pleaded for his hyung to stop, but Onew didn’t; the leader wiggling his body humorously as he took steps around the magnae. Taemin playfully slapped the older, rolling his eyes wondering if this childish character was really his hyung, and announced that he wanted another try.
I’m going to win this time, hwaiting! He cheered himself on as the two took their previous positions. The awkwardness was gone, and Taemin found himself determined to win as their faces moved further and further. He was just waiting for Onew to pull away, and he would not even hesitate to throw it in his hyung’s face that he had won. But that didn’t happen. And when Onew’s lips touched Taemin’s ever so slightly, the youngest moved away swiftly, the Pocky broke and his fingers hovered over his lips. His body was tingling, a very unfamiliar feeling to him. But, oddly enough, it felt fantastic.
“Hyung…What? Hyung, why…what…why didn’t you move away?” Taemin stuttered - his thoughts chaotic and muddled as he pulled away. Did I just have my first kiss? With Onew-hyung?
Onew didn’t reply. Instead, he held Taemin’s head in his hands and pressed their lips together once again. Taemin’s eyes widened, still surprised from their previous kiss, and another kiss on top of that was enough to make him die from shock. But he didn’t, and much to Taemin’s astonishment, the dancer found himself closing his eyes, succumbing to those plump lips.
Taemin timidly submitted as Onew coaxed his lips open using his tongue, nibbling on Taemin’s lower lip, and he was clawing for more, his arms clinging onto Onew’s hips and the kiss deepened. The moment their tongues touched for the first time, Taemin felt a warm twinge at the pit of his stomach - another feeling he wasn’t too familiar with. He had masturbated before, obviously, but he had never felt anything this good. Taemin couldn’t help but wonder why his hyung’s lips tasted so good against his own. But he didn’t stop to ponder; because to be honest, he didn’t really care because he was basically shuddering in his feet, it was so fanciful.
Taemin felt his senses perk, like Onew’s mouth was his very own drug and he was feeling his very first high, and he concentrated on everything that the leader was doing to him: how Onew’s long, elegant fingers enveloped themselves through his hair, his short nails massaging the boy’s scalp, feeling oddly nurturing to Taemin; how Onew was pushing him against the cold countertop, Taemin shivering at the contact against his scorching body; how Onew’s huge, thriving erection felt as it lightly pressed against his own, causing Taemin to tremble, feeling every part of his body come alive. The icy air was floating around him - heating as it reached an imaginary field-force that was the youngest and the oldest - but Taemin didn’t feel cold, in fact he was pretty sure he was sweating, and the freezing counter only caused Taemin to gasp into Onew’s mouth, and Onew took this opportunity to deepen the kiss, exploring Taemin’s mouth with his tongue. Taemin wasn’t thinking; if he was, this wouldn’t even be happening anymore. He was firmly focused on how his hyung felt and what he was making him feel.
Onew lifted the dainty boy, Taemin’s long legs wrapping around the oldest, and Onew placed the boy on the counter-top. Their bulges pressed together forcefully; the pleasure spiking up Taemin’s spine was overwhelming and he didn’t resist rolling his hips over and over to cause that delicious friction again. Onew hesitated to take Taemin’s shirt off; as if he was unsure if Taemin wanted this to go further, and Taemin nodded his head slightly as he pulled his lips away from Onew’s to lift his arms up. He shivered slightly; whether it was the feeling of cold air tingle his chest, or the new feeling of Onew’s lips attached to his neck, Taemin didn’t know. But he did know that those noises coming out of his mouth were loud and that he should try and keep it down. They were soft and innocent to even to Taemin’s own ears, but when Onew’s teeth gently grazed Taemin’s nipple, the noise that left Taemin’s lips were nothing but sinful.
The magnae ran his short fingers through his hyung’s hair, his other hand reaching down to palm the other’s clothed substantial length. He gently licked his lips - his mouth was never closed enough for the dancer’s lips to receive moisture - and Onew moved his kisses back up Taemin’s torso and tugged the young man’s ear in a successful attempt to tease. It was only when Taemin felt cold air feather itself around Taemin’s legs did he realise that Onew had taken his pyjama bottoms off. Onew was a snake, his hands slyly making their way up Taemin’s legs before he reached the younger’s groin. Taemin was begging, the opposite of what he would’ve wanted, but his cock was throbbing, and he wanted nothing but to be touched more.
“Hyung… Please.”
“Please what?” Onew looked the boy straight in the eye, his thumbs ever-so-gently massaging Taemin’s flat area between his hips and cock. It was so sensitive, almost painful to the touch and Taemin wanted to cry because his cock needed attention now or else it might explode.
“Please… Please touch me.” Taemin wanted to die of shame, but it was worth it in the end. Onew’s hand curled around the younger’s erection tightly, and Taemin inhaled quickly, pulling the leader’s head into another quick kiss. It was careless - Taemin only concentrated those outstanding rolls of pleasure oozing through every inch of his body while Onew moved his hand. Taemin bucked up into Onew’s hand as the older rolled his thumb over Taemin’s sensitive head, and his head rolled back; Taemin didn’t even wince when it hit the cabinet, and if anything, it caused him to moan even louder.
“Taemin, you’re going to wake up everybody.” Onew warned him, his deep voice thick with lust, and with his free hand he pulled Taemin into another kiss in an attempt to shut him up. The kiss didn’t last long… It couldn’t - not with Taemin’s squirming from the pleasure. The temptation of looking down at another hand work his erection was too high and Taemin gave in. It was excruciatingly beautiful, watching Onew’s fist pump his length.
“Hyung… I’m close.” Taemin whispered into Onew’s ear and whimpered desperately when he felt his hyung’s hand disappear from around him.
“Jinki-hyung, what are you doing?”
“Bend over the counter top.” Onew commanded, and Taemin obeyed. Humiliation seeped through his body as he bent over - having his parts on display like this made Taemin want to grab his clothes and run out the room. Fortunately for both parties involved, Taemin shivered when he felt Onew place moist kisses on his upper back. A line of moisture was left when he rolled his tongue down the magnae’s back, and Taemin’s breath grew heavy.
“Hyung, don’t do tha -” Taemin strained, his legs buckling when he felt Onew’s tongue flick against his entrance. He couldn’t even try and stop the act because his voice was too busy groaning and gasping for air. It felt amazing; Onew was licking him like a lollipop and Taemin found himself pushing himself closer to the boy doing these corrupt things to him.
He didn’t expect it when Taemin felt something enter him, and he gasped in surprise rather than pleasure. Taemin’s body was pushing out the foreign object, but Onew was persistent as he delved with his finger. It was as though he was searching for something, not that it mattered to Taemin because the pleasure he was feeling was intense.
“Jinki…” Taemin moaned as something inside him clicked and his eyes fluttered shut, an explosion of nothing but ecstasy drove through his body. He bit his lip as the same burst of that enthralling pleasure soared through him again, and he muttered a wow, in complete astonishment because of the pleasure he was feeling, and Taemin almost chuckled when he thought back to how amazing the kissing was. The quantity of how much better Onew’s finger was could not be calculated by science.
But, as soon as he found himself being pushed further and further into the whirlpool of pleasure, the leader had decided to pull completely away from the boy.
“Jinki? Hello?” Taemin said quietly after a few moments after he realised the leader was no longer in the room. He turned around and saw Onew enter the room again. “Where did you go?”
“To get this.” Onew pointed out the small bottle in his hand.
“What’s that?” Taemin questioned; he hadn't really thought about gay sex before, to be fair.
“It’s called lube. It…lubricates?” Onew looked slightly embarrassed and Taemin just smiled at his hyung, not having any idea what he meant by what he said. The cap made an acute clicking noise and Onew poured the clear liquid onto his hand.
He lathered his cock generously while walking towards the other, and with what was left on his fingers, he quickly pushed Taemin’s head down and fumbled around his opening. Taemin inhaled quickly as he felt Onew’s fingers enter him once again, sharply and quickly pushing in and out.
“Are you ready, Taemin?”
Taemin nodded, reaching behind him to grab the other’s ass and guide his cock towards him.
“Answer me, Taemin.”
“Yes, hyung, I’m ready.”
It stung. It stung so much and tears slid from Taemin’s eyes. His entire body was clenched, and his face was knotted in a permanent state of discomfort. It was throbbing, that colossal thing inside him, and he could feel every part of his hyung. That small fact was the only thing that made Taemin stay put rather than push Onew away from him.
“Taeminnie… Taeminnie, are you okay? Is it sore? ”
Taemin bit of his forearm hard to keep him from screaming out. He shook his head and winced at the pain as his hyung fully situated himself inside Taemin. They stayed like that for a while, and Taemin didn’t even consider moving - not a chance.
“Taemin…Minnie… You need to relax. You’re so tight…relax.” Onew comforted the boy, reaching forward to place a kiss on the other’s damp cheek, massaging his lower back and bit by bit, the magnae felt himself relax to the soothing words and motions of his close friend.
“Can I move?” Onew whispered deeply, his voice carrying so much emotion it made Taemin nod his head. He could bear through the pain to make his hyung happy.
Onew started with slow strokes, and after a couple thrust-induced sharp inhales, Taemin’s breathing changed to slow pants. The pain was subsiding and Taemin was having difficulty differentiating what was pain and what was pleasure. His mind was scattered.
A high pitched noise that Taemin didn’t even know he was capable of making left his throat as Onew flexed his hips in a different way and hit that spot inside him again. He moaned Onew’s name, changing between “hyung”, and “Onew”, and “Jinki”, while Onew continuously hammered into Taemin. He wasn’t holding back and his pace had picked up significantly. Taemin could feel the singer’s nails scratch his back, occasionally grunting as he pushed his immense erection in and out of him. He was being pushed against the countertop, the sweat that had gathered on his stomach causing a stickily friction.
Reaching down, Taemin took grip of his length and tugged hard. He quickly matched his hand in perfect sync with Onew’s thrusts and it wasn’t long before he felt that familiar heat at the pit of his stomach. He moved his hand faster, and Onew quickly caught on and nearly fucked the boy into the countertop.
Taemin saw white as his toes curled, not nearly having enough energy to keep him standing. Thick white liquid spurted from his cock and onto the countertop, and Taemin felt every muscle in his body relax as wave after wave of luscious ecstasy rolled through him. He moaned in unison with the singer and felt himself being filled with Onew. It shook him to the core and he felt his knees give way once he came down from his high. Onew held onto the boy and Taemin panted loudly as Onew placed small kisses on Taemin’s shoulder.
“Wow…” Taemin said, in complete disbelief that another person could make him feel that way.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fantastic. That was…wow.” Taemin said timidly, suddenly becoming very self-conscious of his naked body. He quickly picked his shirt and boxers off the floor and heard the leader laugh from behind him.
“What?”
“Why are you acting all shy? I’ve just been inside you!” Onew shook his head, laughing deeply as he stood in his full naked glory.
“Hyung! Don’t say that… It sounds so…dirty!” Taemin put his clothes on and suddenly remembered how this whole situation started. He chuckled and the back of hand flew to his mouth instinctively, “Hyung, do you think that my milk has cooled down?”
Onew burst out into another fit of laughter, clutching his stomach and Taemin rolled his eyes and smiled lazily. He picked the glass up off the counter, surprised that it hadn’t fallen because lord only knows how much the counter-top would’ve been shaking, and took a sip. The taste was horrible - heated milk that had cooled down was definitely not for Taemin and his hand covered his mouth to keep him from spitting it out, his face contorting in disgust.
“Hyung, will you stop laughing? You’re going to wake everybody up! Yah! Look at this, you can’t even make warm milk, what kind of hyung are you?!” Taemin playfully shouted at his hyung and Onew couldn’t help himself; he was obviously finding this entire situation funnier than a gag show.
“Hyung, watch!” Taemin tried to warn Onew but the leader had already tripped over probably something none-existent and landed on the floor. He massaged his ass with his hand while his other hand hid his face and Taemin grinned.
“That one hurt…”
“I’m not surprised! Come on, hyung, let’s go to bed.” Taemin offered his hand to his friend and helped him up.
“Are you not going to put clothes on?” Taemin asked bashfully, not out of discomfort but just out of embarrassment for the other male.
“I think I’ll sleep naked tonight!” Onew announced as he locked Taemin into a headlock, ruffling his hair and Taemin swatted the eldest.
“Hyung! Hyung, stop it! Stop it, you’re hurting me! You’re all sweaty, gross! Hyung!” Onew loosened his grip and Taemin managed to wriggle himself free, pushing the other away from him, but Onew pulled Taemin in for a hug and kissed his forehead frivolously.
“You’re cute, Taemin.” Taemin smiled self-consciously, but for once, he didn’t mind being called cute.
For tonight, he wouldn’t need warm milk to sleep. He knew he would sleep just fine.
pairing: ontae
rating: nc-17
word count: 3622
summary: taemin can't sleep.
Taemin rolled over onto his side, and cradled his head in his arms. It was one of those nights - when Taemin had difficulty falling asleep. Moonlight splashed onto the floor and walls of his shared bedroom, and Taemin sighed heavily. It would’ve been beautiful, watching how the light ignited cold hues in the room, but Taemin was too flustered, tossing and turning in his bed endlessly. He pushed his covers to his side, and lay flat on his back like a corpse, staring at the roof. He pouted because it wasn’t very rare; he had nights similar to this often, but that didn’t mean that he was used to them.
A soft sound broke the silence of the bedroom. Taemin’s ears perked to the noise of somebody… Was it laughing? Wondering who it was who was awake (the noise was too faint for Taemin to distinguish who it was), the magnae of SHINee sat up in his bed. The moonlight outlined the pretty sleeping face of his hyung, Key, but Taemin was unable to tell if Onew was in his bed or not. He left his room, closing the door quietly not too awake the sleeping members, and shielded his eyes from the vast change of lighting.
The laughing came again, and once Taemin had adjusted his eyes, he walked into the living room where the leader, Onew, sat on the couch watching what Taemin recognized as a pre-recorded episode of Oh! My School. He smiled at his hyung, pleased that somebody else was up and sat next to the singer, watching the other as he munched on Pocky.
“Oh, Taemin. I didn’t even hear you come in!” Onew turned off the television and smiled sympathetic at Taemin. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.”
“No, you didn’t. I couldn’t sleep.” Taemin reassured the other and complied when Onew pat his own lap. Laying his head on the leader’s lap, Taemin sighed contently as he felt Onew’s hand in his hair, patting the younger boy’s hair tenderly, using his other hand to reach for another stick of Pocky.
“Would you like some?” Onew offered the other and Taemin shook his head, thinking that Pocky would probably upset his stomach because it was so late.
“Hyung, would you make me some warm milk, please?” He asked, looking up at his hyung. Onew grinned, knowing that the other loved to drink warm milk when he couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t help but make a joke.
“Oh, does baby need a bottle to sleep?” he said, pinching the other’s cheeks. Taemin puffed his cheeks out and pouted; he hated being called a baby. Onew laughed quietly, and carefully, he placed a cushion underneath Taemin’s head as a substitute for his lap and left the room.
Onew was loud: banging cabinets shut and placing what Taemin assumed was the glass too hard down on the counter, and Taemin hoped that he wouldn’t wake up the other members from their slumber. Hearing the other slam the microwave door was enough to make the magnae get up off the couch and enter the kitchen the Onew was bent over the counter, watching the glass in the microwave spin.
“Jinki-hyung, you’re being so loud!” Taemin voiced his thoughts and jumped up onto the counter next to the leader.
“It’s not my fault!” the older protested and Taemin grinned; Onew condition never failed. “Are you okay? Why couldn’t you sleep?”
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just one of those days.” Taemin shrugged. “How long has that been in for now? Don’t make it too hot hyung, please.” Taemin smiled bashfully, swinging his legs gently against the cabinet.
“Aish!” Onew was flustered, rapidly opening the microwave door. He winced in pain as he grabbed the glass and nearly dropped it on the counter while saying, “hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!” much to Taemin’s amusement.
“Are you okay?” Taemin masked a serious face over his amused eyes; Onew was so funny to him and Taemin started to feel less frustrated about his sleeping issues.
“I’m fine, let me just check the temperature to see if it’s fine to dri -” Onew placed his middle finger into the white liquid before hastily pulling it out. He shook his hand to get the hot substance off him and winced slightly, “Yeah… I, uh, I wouldn’t drink that just yet if I were you.”
“You're a bit of an idiot...” Taemin laughed. He watched as Onew stared down at his finger, and before the other licked the milk off, Taemin grabbed the leader’s hand.
“Can I?” Taemin licked his lips as he watched his hyung nod slowly, his eyebrows burrowing in his forehead out of what seemed to be confusion. Taemin wanted to soothe his hyung, as hilarious as what had happened was, he didn’t like to see Onew in pain. His tongue flicked out, lathering up the liquid on Onew’s fingers, and Taemin didn’t hesitate to use his tongue as massage the warm patch on Onew’s fingers.
Something was different and Taemin couldn’t figure out what. Onew’s eyes had changed; they were clouded with something that Taemin wasn’t familiar with. The leader’s pupils were so dilated, so dilated that Taemin could hardly see the brown colour.
“Is… Is everything okay, hyung?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” His hyung’s face looked guilty, and Taemin thoughts were disordered. Did I do something wrong?
“Nothing…” Taemin muttered, looking down into his lap.
“Hey, why don’t we play a game while your milk cools down?”
“A…game? What game?” Taemin perked to the thought of a game.
“Why don’t we play that Pocky game? I have Pocky?”
“Yeah, okay, sure.” Taemin smiled - suddenly not caring if the Pocky upset his stomach or not - and watched as Onew left the room, and returned with the packet of Pocky. His eyes were still black, and Taemin found himself oddly attracted to his hyung when he looked at him with those eyes. They looked so beautiful and Taemin was finding himself lost in them.
“Shall we start?” Onew suggested, positioning the Pocky stick between his teeth. Taemin jumped down from the countertop and hesitantly done the same, and the game started, both of the faces moving closer and closer to each other before Taemin bit the stick. It was awkward and Taemin felt his body heat rising as their faces got closer; he had to pull away.
“You lose! I am the winner! Ha!” Onew fist pumped the air and Taemin pouted as his hyung shoved it in his face that he was the winner.
“Yah, that’s not very nice of you!” Taemin pleaded for his hyung to stop, but Onew didn’t; the leader wiggling his body humorously as he took steps around the magnae. Taemin playfully slapped the older, rolling his eyes wondering if this childish character was really his hyung, and announced that he wanted another try.
I’m going to win this time, hwaiting! He cheered himself on as the two took their previous positions. The awkwardness was gone, and Taemin found himself determined to win as their faces moved further and further. He was just waiting for Onew to pull away, and he would not even hesitate to throw it in his hyung’s face that he had won. But that didn’t happen. And when Onew’s lips touched Taemin’s ever so slightly, the youngest moved away swiftly, the Pocky broke and his fingers hovered over his lips. His body was tingling, a very unfamiliar feeling to him. But, oddly enough, it felt fantastic.
“Hyung…What? Hyung, why…what…why didn’t you move away?” Taemin stuttered - his thoughts chaotic and muddled as he pulled away. Did I just have my first kiss? With Onew-hyung?
Onew didn’t reply. Instead, he held Taemin’s head in his hands and pressed their lips together once again. Taemin’s eyes widened, still surprised from their previous kiss, and another kiss on top of that was enough to make him die from shock. But he didn’t, and much to Taemin’s astonishment, the dancer found himself closing his eyes, succumbing to those plump lips.
Taemin timidly submitted as Onew coaxed his lips open using his tongue, nibbling on Taemin’s lower lip, and he was clawing for more, his arms clinging onto Onew’s hips and the kiss deepened. The moment their tongues touched for the first time, Taemin felt a warm twinge at the pit of his stomach - another feeling he wasn’t too familiar with. He had masturbated before, obviously, but he had never felt anything this good. Taemin couldn’t help but wonder why his hyung’s lips tasted so good against his own. But he didn’t stop to ponder; because to be honest, he didn’t really care because he was basically shuddering in his feet, it was so fanciful.
Taemin felt his senses perk, like Onew’s mouth was his very own drug and he was feeling his very first high, and he concentrated on everything that the leader was doing to him: how Onew’s long, elegant fingers enveloped themselves through his hair, his short nails massaging the boy’s scalp, feeling oddly nurturing to Taemin; how Onew was pushing him against the cold countertop, Taemin shivering at the contact against his scorching body; how Onew’s huge, thriving erection felt as it lightly pressed against his own, causing Taemin to tremble, feeling every part of his body come alive. The icy air was floating around him - heating as it reached an imaginary field-force that was the youngest and the oldest - but Taemin didn’t feel cold, in fact he was pretty sure he was sweating, and the freezing counter only caused Taemin to gasp into Onew’s mouth, and Onew took this opportunity to deepen the kiss, exploring Taemin’s mouth with his tongue. Taemin wasn’t thinking; if he was, this wouldn’t even be happening anymore. He was firmly focused on how his hyung felt and what he was making him feel.
Onew lifted the dainty boy, Taemin’s long legs wrapping around the oldest, and Onew placed the boy on the counter-top. Their bulges pressed together forcefully; the pleasure spiking up Taemin’s spine was overwhelming and he didn’t resist rolling his hips over and over to cause that delicious friction again. Onew hesitated to take Taemin’s shirt off; as if he was unsure if Taemin wanted this to go further, and Taemin nodded his head slightly as he pulled his lips away from Onew’s to lift his arms up. He shivered slightly; whether it was the feeling of cold air tingle his chest, or the new feeling of Onew’s lips attached to his neck, Taemin didn’t know. But he did know that those noises coming out of his mouth were loud and that he should try and keep it down. They were soft and innocent to even to Taemin’s own ears, but when Onew’s teeth gently grazed Taemin’s nipple, the noise that left Taemin’s lips were nothing but sinful.
The magnae ran his short fingers through his hyung’s hair, his other hand reaching down to palm the other’s clothed substantial length. He gently licked his lips - his mouth was never closed enough for the dancer’s lips to receive moisture - and Onew moved his kisses back up Taemin’s torso and tugged the young man’s ear in a successful attempt to tease. It was only when Taemin felt cold air feather itself around Taemin’s legs did he realise that Onew had taken his pyjama bottoms off. Onew was a snake, his hands slyly making their way up Taemin’s legs before he reached the younger’s groin. Taemin was begging, the opposite of what he would’ve wanted, but his cock was throbbing, and he wanted nothing but to be touched more.
“Hyung… Please.”
“Please what?” Onew looked the boy straight in the eye, his thumbs ever-so-gently massaging Taemin’s flat area between his hips and cock. It was so sensitive, almost painful to the touch and Taemin wanted to cry because his cock needed attention now or else it might explode.
“Please… Please touch me.” Taemin wanted to die of shame, but it was worth it in the end. Onew’s hand curled around the younger’s erection tightly, and Taemin inhaled quickly, pulling the leader’s head into another quick kiss. It was careless - Taemin only concentrated those outstanding rolls of pleasure oozing through every inch of his body while Onew moved his hand. Taemin bucked up into Onew’s hand as the older rolled his thumb over Taemin’s sensitive head, and his head rolled back; Taemin didn’t even wince when it hit the cabinet, and if anything, it caused him to moan even louder.
“Taemin, you’re going to wake up everybody.” Onew warned him, his deep voice thick with lust, and with his free hand he pulled Taemin into another kiss in an attempt to shut him up. The kiss didn’t last long… It couldn’t - not with Taemin’s squirming from the pleasure. The temptation of looking down at another hand work his erection was too high and Taemin gave in. It was excruciatingly beautiful, watching Onew’s fist pump his length.
“Hyung… I’m close.” Taemin whispered into Onew’s ear and whimpered desperately when he felt his hyung’s hand disappear from around him.
“Jinki-hyung, what are you doing?”
“Bend over the counter top.” Onew commanded, and Taemin obeyed. Humiliation seeped through his body as he bent over - having his parts on display like this made Taemin want to grab his clothes and run out the room. Fortunately for both parties involved, Taemin shivered when he felt Onew place moist kisses on his upper back. A line of moisture was left when he rolled his tongue down the magnae’s back, and Taemin’s breath grew heavy.
“Hyung, don’t do tha -” Taemin strained, his legs buckling when he felt Onew’s tongue flick against his entrance. He couldn’t even try and stop the act because his voice was too busy groaning and gasping for air. It felt amazing; Onew was licking him like a lollipop and Taemin found himself pushing himself closer to the boy doing these corrupt things to him.
He didn’t expect it when Taemin felt something enter him, and he gasped in surprise rather than pleasure. Taemin’s body was pushing out the foreign object, but Onew was persistent as he delved with his finger. It was as though he was searching for something, not that it mattered to Taemin because the pleasure he was feeling was intense.
“Jinki…” Taemin moaned as something inside him clicked and his eyes fluttered shut, an explosion of nothing but ecstasy drove through his body. He bit his lip as the same burst of that enthralling pleasure soared through him again, and he muttered a wow, in complete astonishment because of the pleasure he was feeling, and Taemin almost chuckled when he thought back to how amazing the kissing was. The quantity of how much better Onew’s finger was could not be calculated by science.
But, as soon as he found himself being pushed further and further into the whirlpool of pleasure, the leader had decided to pull completely away from the boy.
“Jinki? Hello?” Taemin said quietly after a few moments after he realised the leader was no longer in the room. He turned around and saw Onew enter the room again. “Where did you go?”
“To get this.” Onew pointed out the small bottle in his hand.
“What’s that?” Taemin questioned; he hadn't really thought about gay sex before, to be fair.
“It’s called lube. It…lubricates?” Onew looked slightly embarrassed and Taemin just smiled at his hyung, not having any idea what he meant by what he said. The cap made an acute clicking noise and Onew poured the clear liquid onto his hand.
He lathered his cock generously while walking towards the other, and with what was left on his fingers, he quickly pushed Taemin’s head down and fumbled around his opening. Taemin inhaled quickly as he felt Onew’s fingers enter him once again, sharply and quickly pushing in and out.
“Are you ready, Taemin?”
Taemin nodded, reaching behind him to grab the other’s ass and guide his cock towards him.
“Answer me, Taemin.”
“Yes, hyung, I’m ready.”
It stung. It stung so much and tears slid from Taemin’s eyes. His entire body was clenched, and his face was knotted in a permanent state of discomfort. It was throbbing, that colossal thing inside him, and he could feel every part of his hyung. That small fact was the only thing that made Taemin stay put rather than push Onew away from him.
“Taeminnie… Taeminnie, are you okay? Is it sore? ”
Taemin bit of his forearm hard to keep him from screaming out. He shook his head and winced at the pain as his hyung fully situated himself inside Taemin. They stayed like that for a while, and Taemin didn’t even consider moving - not a chance.
“Taemin…Minnie… You need to relax. You’re so tight…relax.” Onew comforted the boy, reaching forward to place a kiss on the other’s damp cheek, massaging his lower back and bit by bit, the magnae felt himself relax to the soothing words and motions of his close friend.
“Can I move?” Onew whispered deeply, his voice carrying so much emotion it made Taemin nod his head. He could bear through the pain to make his hyung happy.
Onew started with slow strokes, and after a couple thrust-induced sharp inhales, Taemin’s breathing changed to slow pants. The pain was subsiding and Taemin was having difficulty differentiating what was pain and what was pleasure. His mind was scattered.
A high pitched noise that Taemin didn’t even know he was capable of making left his throat as Onew flexed his hips in a different way and hit that spot inside him again. He moaned Onew’s name, changing between “hyung”, and “Onew”, and “Jinki”, while Onew continuously hammered into Taemin. He wasn’t holding back and his pace had picked up significantly. Taemin could feel the singer’s nails scratch his back, occasionally grunting as he pushed his immense erection in and out of him. He was being pushed against the countertop, the sweat that had gathered on his stomach causing a stickily friction.
Reaching down, Taemin took grip of his length and tugged hard. He quickly matched his hand in perfect sync with Onew’s thrusts and it wasn’t long before he felt that familiar heat at the pit of his stomach. He moved his hand faster, and Onew quickly caught on and nearly fucked the boy into the countertop.
Taemin saw white as his toes curled, not nearly having enough energy to keep him standing. Thick white liquid spurted from his cock and onto the countertop, and Taemin felt every muscle in his body relax as wave after wave of luscious ecstasy rolled through him. He moaned in unison with the singer and felt himself being filled with Onew. It shook him to the core and he felt his knees give way once he came down from his high. Onew held onto the boy and Taemin panted loudly as Onew placed small kisses on Taemin’s shoulder.
“Wow…” Taemin said, in complete disbelief that another person could make him feel that way.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fantastic. That was…wow.” Taemin said timidly, suddenly becoming very self-conscious of his naked body. He quickly picked his shirt and boxers off the floor and heard the leader laugh from behind him.
“What?”
“Why are you acting all shy? I’ve just been inside you!” Onew shook his head, laughing deeply as he stood in his full naked glory.
“Hyung! Don’t say that… It sounds so…dirty!” Taemin put his clothes on and suddenly remembered how this whole situation started. He chuckled and the back of hand flew to his mouth instinctively, “Hyung, do you think that my milk has cooled down?”
Onew burst out into another fit of laughter, clutching his stomach and Taemin rolled his eyes and smiled lazily. He picked the glass up off the counter, surprised that it hadn’t fallen because lord only knows how much the counter-top would’ve been shaking, and took a sip. The taste was horrible - heated milk that had cooled down was definitely not for Taemin and his hand covered his mouth to keep him from spitting it out, his face contorting in disgust.
“Hyung, will you stop laughing? You’re going to wake everybody up! Yah! Look at this, you can’t even make warm milk, what kind of hyung are you?!” Taemin playfully shouted at his hyung and Onew couldn’t help himself; he was obviously finding this entire situation funnier than a gag show.
“Hyung, watch!” Taemin tried to warn Onew but the leader had already tripped over probably something none-existent and landed on the floor. He massaged his ass with his hand while his other hand hid his face and Taemin grinned.
“That one hurt…”
“I’m not surprised! Come on, hyung, let’s go to bed.” Taemin offered his hand to his friend and helped him up.
“Are you not going to put clothes on?” Taemin asked bashfully, not out of discomfort but just out of embarrassment for the other male.
“I think I’ll sleep naked tonight!” Onew announced as he locked Taemin into a headlock, ruffling his hair and Taemin swatted the eldest.
“Hyung! Hyung, stop it! Stop it, you’re hurting me! You’re all sweaty, gross! Hyung!” Onew loosened his grip and Taemin managed to wriggle himself free, pushing the other away from him, but Onew pulled Taemin in for a hug and kissed his forehead frivolously.
“You’re cute, Taemin.” Taemin smiled self-consciously, but for once, he didn’t mind being called cute.
For tonight, he wouldn’t need warm milk to sleep. He knew he would sleep just fine.