strawberry and cream
Title: Strawberry and Cream
Pairing: Jongtae
Rating: NC-17
WC: 281
It was his birthday, and honestly, Jonghyun hadn't meant to ditch his own party for so long. Key was probably bitching to the nearest person about how rude it all was, abandoning them all as soon as the birthday song was over, but Jonghyun couldn't give a flying fuck if the whole party was badmouthing him at the moment because he was in a closet and Taemin's lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, making loud, lewd suction noises every time he popped off to swirl his tongue.
A piece of the strawberry ice cream cake he'd just cut ten minutes ago was sitting on the floor beside Taemin's kneeling figure, already showing the beginning signs of melting, and Taemin pulled back to look down and pop another spoonful into his mouth, licking his lips and glancing up to grin at Jonghyun's lust-blown, heavy gaze before immediately taking him into his mouth again. Jonghyun's knees buckled and he had to brace his hands against the back of Taemin's head, holding onto the silky golden hair there for dear life, and the sensation of the cold strawberry ice cream melting all over his cock, Taemin's tongue spreading it around and then sucking it off of him, was damn near almost enough to come down the teen's throat, but he didn't want to shoot off yet. He wasn't anywhere near done with the younger boy.
Taemin pulled back to swallow his third mouthful of blowjob ice cream, licking his lips in a way he knew Jonghyun was watching closely in the dim light of the closet. Jonghyun gripped his shoulder with one hand, growling deep in the back of his throat as he rolled his hips and bumped Taemin's cheek with his dick. Jonghyun gasped at the smear of pink and white that left on Taemin's face and he slapped the boy's hand away before he could wipe it off. Grabbing his cock, Jonghyun leaned in towards Taemin, urging him to continue with a low whine.
The last of the ice cream cake safely tucked into Taemin's mouth, he reached up to rest his hands on Jonghyun's thighs, sliding his mouth down until it was full of strawberry and Jonghyun and he was once again licking, sucking and groaning softly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his legs. Jonghyun slid his fingers through the wispy strands of long, blond hair, pressing his hand against Taemin's head to urge him even further. Taemin's grip on him tightened minutely but the boy tried to accomodate the birthday boy's pleas, sinking even further, throat working against him in protest. Jonghyun's eyes rolled back in his head when Taemin's lips met the base of his cock, one long spasm running through Taemin's throat and all the way up through his cock, tightening impossibly around him, hot hot heat smothering the chill of the melting ice cream, and just like that Jonghyun was coming down that delicate, stretched throat, milked by Taemin's desperate swallowing.
When he looked down at Taemin, he saw how his come and some of the ice cream had spilled down the front of his face, dribbling off the end of the boy's pink-smeared chin, forming dark, wet spots on his dark gray t-shirt. Taemin's eyes looked up at him, seeking approval, wet with desire and the need to please, and Jonghyun sunk to his knees with a moan, licking his maknae's face clean with long, grateful swipes of his tongue. He swept his tongue into Taemin's mouth briefly, tasting the last remnants of strawberry clinging to the corners, and then pulled back with a wide grin.
"At your birthday party," he breathed, "you'd better go with chocolate."
Pairing: Jongtae
Rating: NC-17
WC: 281
It was his birthday, and honestly, Jonghyun hadn't meant to ditch his own party for so long. Key was probably bitching to the nearest person about how rude it all was, abandoning them all as soon as the birthday song was over, but Jonghyun couldn't give a flying fuck if the whole party was badmouthing him at the moment because he was in a closet and Taemin's lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, making loud, lewd suction noises every time he popped off to swirl his tongue.
A piece of the strawberry ice cream cake he'd just cut ten minutes ago was sitting on the floor beside Taemin's kneeling figure, already showing the beginning signs of melting, and Taemin pulled back to look down and pop another spoonful into his mouth, licking his lips and glancing up to grin at Jonghyun's lust-blown, heavy gaze before immediately taking him into his mouth again. Jonghyun's knees buckled and he had to brace his hands against the back of Taemin's head, holding onto the silky golden hair there for dear life, and the sensation of the cold strawberry ice cream melting all over his cock, Taemin's tongue spreading it around and then sucking it off of him, was damn near almost enough to come down the teen's throat, but he didn't want to shoot off yet. He wasn't anywhere near done with the younger boy.
Taemin pulled back to swallow his third mouthful of blowjob ice cream, licking his lips in a way he knew Jonghyun was watching closely in the dim light of the closet. Jonghyun gripped his shoulder with one hand, growling deep in the back of his throat as he rolled his hips and bumped Taemin's cheek with his dick. Jonghyun gasped at the smear of pink and white that left on Taemin's face and he slapped the boy's hand away before he could wipe it off. Grabbing his cock, Jonghyun leaned in towards Taemin, urging him to continue with a low whine.
The last of the ice cream cake safely tucked into Taemin's mouth, he reached up to rest his hands on Jonghyun's thighs, sliding his mouth down until it was full of strawberry and Jonghyun and he was once again licking, sucking and groaning softly, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his legs. Jonghyun slid his fingers through the wispy strands of long, blond hair, pressing his hand against Taemin's head to urge him even further. Taemin's grip on him tightened minutely but the boy tried to accomodate the birthday boy's pleas, sinking even further, throat working against him in protest. Jonghyun's eyes rolled back in his head when Taemin's lips met the base of his cock, one long spasm running through Taemin's throat and all the way up through his cock, tightening impossibly around him, hot hot heat smothering the chill of the melting ice cream, and just like that Jonghyun was coming down that delicate, stretched throat, milked by Taemin's desperate swallowing.
When he looked down at Taemin, he saw how his come and some of the ice cream had spilled down the front of his face, dribbling off the end of the boy's pink-smeared chin, forming dark, wet spots on his dark gray t-shirt. Taemin's eyes looked up at him, seeking approval, wet with desire and the need to please, and Jonghyun sunk to his knees with a moan, licking his maknae's face clean with long, grateful swipes of his tongue. He swept his tongue into Taemin's mouth briefly, tasting the last remnants of strawberry clinging to the corners, and then pulled back with a wide grin.
"At your birthday party," he breathed, "you'd better go with chocolate."