kisses(1/1)
title: kisses (1/1)
pairing: ontae
rating: pg-15
word count: 941
summary: taemin definitely doesn't want kisses.
note: um...fluff. enjoy :D
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
Taemin sighs as he glares at his reflection. He looks tired, he can see it himself. The bags under his eyes are prominent and his eyes are small, like the very act of opening them fully is the most difficult task in the world. He has a headache already, and it’s only five in the afternoon.
He doesn’t stop practicing though. He can’t stop practicing because he wants to win this week; he has to win this week. The lyrics trickle from his lips. Uncertainty lays below the surface that he can reach the upcoming high note and to prepare himself, he pauses, catches his breath and -
“You’ve improved.” Comes a voice from somewhere behind him. Taemin whirls on his feet, his hand clutching at his chest and a growl rumbles in his chest when he sees the intruder.
“Jesus, hyung, why do you have to sneak up on me like that.” Taemin’s shoulders slump as he sees Jinki lounging on his bed, arm holding up his weight with a vague smile on his lips.
“I’ve been here the whole time.”
Taemin rolls his eyes - he knows it’s a lie, because yes, he does get lost in the music but he doesn’t go blind - yet the grin that cracks contradicts him.
“Don’t stop.” Jinki urges him and Taemin sighs again, shooting a playfully annoyed glare before he turns back to his reflection. Knowingly having an audience causes something to click inside and he’s reimbursed with energy, the lyrics spilling from his lips note after note. He can’t bring himself to close his mouth until the song is completely over.
Silence rings in the room as Taemin pants, looking into the mirror with his lips parted in a smile. He’s finally done it. He has reached the note.
“You’re amazing.”
Taemin slowly looks over his shoulder and catches Jinki in his peripheral vision. “Hyung - ”
“Come here.” Jinki beckons, pats the bed in front of him, and who is Taemin to refuse? The younger smiles, he can’t even help himself, and slides next to Jinki on the bed. The moment their bodies touch, Jinki protectively curls his arms around Taemin’s tiny body and tugs him flush against his chest, Taemin’s face pressing against the solid ridge of Jinki’s adam’s apple. He inhales deeply and hums at the familiar scent of Jinki - cinnamon, from his body wash and his own, unique smell that Taemin craves.
“I’m so proud of you.” Jinki whispers and Taemin can feel the smile, can feel the emotion that leaks from his words. He nestles his head closer to Jinki, burying himself in his hyung’s soft tresses and his eyes drift shut. If there is anything that Taemin wishes to do at any given moment, it’s to be in Jinki’s arms.
Taemin contently sighs as he feels Jinki’s lips press against his head in a tender kiss and nudges his head against Jinki's.
Jinki grins, breathing a small chuckle. “What?”
Taemin pulls his head back just far enough to gaze into Jinki’s eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” Jinki shakes his head, mirth in his eyes and Taemin returns to his previous position.
He nudges Jinki again.
“What is it?” He urges, unable to hold back his smile, and Taemin whips back again.
“What? What are you talking about?!” Taemin’s brows arch as he questions.
Jinki shakes his head again. “Nothing.”
Taemin secretly smiles as he makes a nest for himself in Jinki’s neck, clenching his teeth as he’s overwhelmed with emotions. He nudges Jinki again.
Jinki sighs. “What is it? I know you want something.”
Taemin jerks his head back and his lips part, appalled. “I didn’t do anything!” He defends himself and whimpers when Jinki clutches him tighter.
“You’re a little runt, you know that?” Jinki mutters. Taemin shuts him up with his lips.
It lasts not even a second, and Taemin can’t hold back the smile when they part.
“Ooh~” Jinki smirks. “I see.” He drawls and pushes his weight onto Taemin, rolling him onto his back and hovering over him. “If you want kisses, you should just ask.”
“I don’t want kisses.” Taemin turns his head to the left and closes his eyes, digs his face into the pillow. He’s almost tempted to face Jinki when nothing happens for a few moments, and then he feels those soft, plump lips press against the tender flesh below his jaw and Taemin parts his lips, his breathing heavy as Jinki makes his way across his jaw. He nips on the thin skin covering the sharp bone and sucks it into his mouth and Taemin’s breathing labours as Jinki seeks Taemin’s lips.
Taemin finally gives yield and catches Jinki’s lips, pressing against him with an urgency that he didn’t know he possessed. Jinki sighs into the kiss, moving his weight to one arm as he cups Taemin’s face, fans his thumb over Taemin’s cheekbone and deepens the kiss. Taemin surrenders, relaxes as his tongue tangles with Jinki’s, moaning contently as Jinki’s hand plunges into his hair and snakes around to pull Taemin closer, lips fluidly moving against Taemin’s in a way that makes his breath hitch.
Taemin gives a growl as Jinki slowly ends the kiss and flips them over, catching Jinki’s wrists in a tight grip and pinning them over his head.
“So much for not wanting kisses.” Jinki muses with a glint of humour in his eyes as he wiggles his fingers in Taemin’s hold. They both know Jinki could free himself in a second and switch the tables at any given moment, but they also know that he’s not going to.
“Who says that’s what I’m doing?” Taemin purrs as he begins his descent.
pairing: ontae
rating: pg-15
word count: 941
summary: taemin definitely doesn't want kisses.
note: um...fluff. enjoy :D
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
Taemin sighs as he glares at his reflection. He looks tired, he can see it himself. The bags under his eyes are prominent and his eyes are small, like the very act of opening them fully is the most difficult task in the world. He has a headache already, and it’s only five in the afternoon.
He doesn’t stop practicing though. He can’t stop practicing because he wants to win this week; he has to win this week. The lyrics trickle from his lips. Uncertainty lays below the surface that he can reach the upcoming high note and to prepare himself, he pauses, catches his breath and -
“You’ve improved.” Comes a voice from somewhere behind him. Taemin whirls on his feet, his hand clutching at his chest and a growl rumbles in his chest when he sees the intruder.
“Jesus, hyung, why do you have to sneak up on me like that.” Taemin’s shoulders slump as he sees Jinki lounging on his bed, arm holding up his weight with a vague smile on his lips.
“I’ve been here the whole time.”
Taemin rolls his eyes - he knows it’s a lie, because yes, he does get lost in the music but he doesn’t go blind - yet the grin that cracks contradicts him.
“Don’t stop.” Jinki urges him and Taemin sighs again, shooting a playfully annoyed glare before he turns back to his reflection. Knowingly having an audience causes something to click inside and he’s reimbursed with energy, the lyrics spilling from his lips note after note. He can’t bring himself to close his mouth until the song is completely over.
Silence rings in the room as Taemin pants, looking into the mirror with his lips parted in a smile. He’s finally done it. He has reached the note.
“You’re amazing.”
Taemin slowly looks over his shoulder and catches Jinki in his peripheral vision. “Hyung - ”
“Come here.” Jinki beckons, pats the bed in front of him, and who is Taemin to refuse? The younger smiles, he can’t even help himself, and slides next to Jinki on the bed. The moment their bodies touch, Jinki protectively curls his arms around Taemin’s tiny body and tugs him flush against his chest, Taemin’s face pressing against the solid ridge of Jinki’s adam’s apple. He inhales deeply and hums at the familiar scent of Jinki - cinnamon, from his body wash and his own, unique smell that Taemin craves.
“I’m so proud of you.” Jinki whispers and Taemin can feel the smile, can feel the emotion that leaks from his words. He nestles his head closer to Jinki, burying himself in his hyung’s soft tresses and his eyes drift shut. If there is anything that Taemin wishes to do at any given moment, it’s to be in Jinki’s arms.
Taemin contently sighs as he feels Jinki’s lips press against his head in a tender kiss and nudges his head against Jinki's.
Jinki grins, breathing a small chuckle. “What?”
Taemin pulls his head back just far enough to gaze into Jinki’s eyes. “What?”
“Nothing.” Jinki shakes his head, mirth in his eyes and Taemin returns to his previous position.
He nudges Jinki again.
“What is it?” He urges, unable to hold back his smile, and Taemin whips back again.
“What? What are you talking about?!” Taemin’s brows arch as he questions.
Jinki shakes his head again. “Nothing.”
Taemin secretly smiles as he makes a nest for himself in Jinki’s neck, clenching his teeth as he’s overwhelmed with emotions. He nudges Jinki again.
Jinki sighs. “What is it? I know you want something.”
Taemin jerks his head back and his lips part, appalled. “I didn’t do anything!” He defends himself and whimpers when Jinki clutches him tighter.
“You’re a little runt, you know that?” Jinki mutters. Taemin shuts him up with his lips.
It lasts not even a second, and Taemin can’t hold back the smile when they part.
“Ooh~” Jinki smirks. “I see.” He drawls and pushes his weight onto Taemin, rolling him onto his back and hovering over him. “If you want kisses, you should just ask.”
“I don’t want kisses.” Taemin turns his head to the left and closes his eyes, digs his face into the pillow. He’s almost tempted to face Jinki when nothing happens for a few moments, and then he feels those soft, plump lips press against the tender flesh below his jaw and Taemin parts his lips, his breathing heavy as Jinki makes his way across his jaw. He nips on the thin skin covering the sharp bone and sucks it into his mouth and Taemin’s breathing labours as Jinki seeks Taemin’s lips.
Taemin finally gives yield and catches Jinki’s lips, pressing against him with an urgency that he didn’t know he possessed. Jinki sighs into the kiss, moving his weight to one arm as he cups Taemin’s face, fans his thumb over Taemin’s cheekbone and deepens the kiss. Taemin surrenders, relaxes as his tongue tangles with Jinki’s, moaning contently as Jinki’s hand plunges into his hair and snakes around to pull Taemin closer, lips fluidly moving against Taemin’s in a way that makes his breath hitch.
Taemin gives a growl as Jinki slowly ends the kiss and flips them over, catching Jinki’s wrists in a tight grip and pinning them over his head.
“So much for not wanting kisses.” Jinki muses with a glint of humour in his eyes as he wiggles his fingers in Taemin’s hold. They both know Jinki could free himself in a second and switch the tables at any given moment, but they also know that he’s not going to.
“Who says that’s what I’m doing?” Taemin purrs as he begins his descent.