2min drabbles
I had these on my tumblr but I'll put them here on lj as well. ^^
Taemin presses his back to Minho's front, snuggling into the warmth as Minho's arms link around his stomach.
They watch tv like that for another half hour or so, until Taemin thinks it's time to get a little more comfortable. His back arches a little and his hands slide over Minho's thighs, tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck.
Minho sighs happily and places his mouth on the juncture where Taemin’s neck and ear meet. He starts kissing him there with soft and subtle motions of his lips, breath hot on Taemin's skin.
A light laugh escapes from Taemin and Minho's eyes flutter closed. He opens his mouth and grazes his teeth up and down Taemin's neck. Taemin's hands tighten their grip on Minho's thighs, and in the next second he's turning around and pulling Minho in for a kiss.
There's no chaste initial touch of their lips. Their mouths are open and their tongues meet and slide in various angles. Taemin moves closer and Minho groans at the sensation of Taemin's tongue running behind his teeth.
Minho's fingers move underneath Taemin's shirt and trail up his sides and over his ribs. Taemin threads his fingers through Minho's hair, smiling into the next kiss.
“You have filming tomorrow, don’t you?” Taemin slows the pace of their kisses and presses his forehead against Minho’s.
Minho’s hands still for a moment on Taemin’s hips, softly caressing the skin there, he hums an affirmation in return. He takes a brief glance at the clock to gauge how many hours he has before he’ll have to wake up for his schedule.
Taemin catches the swift movement and shifts back in the middle of the couch. He pulls Minho towards him, the two of them now facing each other in a kneeling position. They kiss some more and Taemin’s hands wander down Minho’s back, the tips of his fingers slipping past the waistband of Minho’s pants.
“What do you want to do?” Taemin teases, his tone slightly husky and breathless.
“Taemin…” Minho groans and yanks Taemin towards him for another messy kiss.
Taemin blushes and giggles into the kiss. He tugs at Minho’s pants, and all Minho can do is let his head fall back and groan Taemin’s name again.
~*~*~
Minho breaths deeply and feels as if time is slowing down. He feels like he’s dying, but he’s not. No. He’s very much alive, and Taemin is currently coming in his pants under Minho’s hips.
He focuses his gaze on the way Taemin’s neck strains a bit, the way Taemin arches his back higher, and the way Taemin angles his head further into the pillows.
“Minho,” Taemin breathes out, and it’s the best sound Minho has ever heard.
Taemin stills underneath him for a minute, his hips cease rocking, and a look of shock is now on his face. Minho finds himself on the floor when he blinks next.
“Minho, I -,” Taemin blushes furiously, trying to form words but only being able to ramble incoherently.
Minho’s still on the floor as he watches Taemin get up from the bed and lean against the wall. He hears Taemin mumble “I’m sorry” over and over again. He looks at the rumpled blanket wrapped around Taemin, how Taemin’s hair has been messed up, and how Taemin’s ears have a tint of red to them.
“I don’t… I know I could have lasted longer than that…” Taemin whispers into the wall and Minho feels his brain short-circuit for a moment.
Taemin turns away from the wall to look at Minho, his face just as red as his ears. Minho gets up from his place on the floor and crowds Taemin back against the wall. He kisses Taemin a little roughly, their tongues tangling together as Taemin kisses back. Minho pulls away a little, suddenly feeling lightheaded, while Taemin breathes deeply.
“Taemin, you - “ Minho’s voice breaks a bit and he has to swallow before he speaks again. “Touch me.”
Taemin blinks slowly, his hand hesitating momentarily before trailing down Minho’s stomach to the front of Minho’s pants. Minho fails to bite back a groan as Taemin presses his hand against Minho’s cock, instantly relishing in the sensation
The pressure falters a bit, and Minho’s about to say something to Taemin, when Taemin suddenly wraps his hand around Minho’s cock and squeezes hard and Minho comes making a low growling noise.
Minho opens his eyes and finds Taemin staring at him, his eyes shining.
“That was…nice,” Taemin’s tone once again breathless and light.
Minho leans down to kiss Taemin and grins into the kiss. Remembering what Taemin had said earlier, he pulls back and grins mischievously at him.
“You can last longer than that?” and Taemin immediately blushes and shoves Minho away while Minho laughs and wraps his arms around Taemin to prevent him from escaping.
Taemin kisses Minho to make him stop laughing and whispers against Minho’s mouth.
“How about you?”
~*~*~
‘are you asleep yet?’
‘nope’
‘wanna sneak out and buy some snacks?’
‘still hungry, Tae?’
‘kind of, but mostly bored’
‘okay, meet me in the hallway and we’ll go’
Minho took a brief glance in Key’s direction, grateful that the other boy was sleeping with an eye mask and earplugs tonight. Key had started doing this whenever Minho would stay up late to rehearse lines for his drama. Tiptoeing quietly past, Minho slipped out of their bedroom and gently closed the door shut.
Minho turned from the door and was met by two lean arms wrapping around his waist. A soft pair of lips came in contact with his chin and he smiled. Minho grabbed Taemin’s hand and led him through the pitch dark hallway with the backlight of his phone. Outside their dorm and in a lit area, Taemin tugged Minho towards him for a proper kiss.
“Yah, do you want snacks or not?” Minho chuckled.
“Yes and no. I like what we’re doing right now though,” Taemin mused.
“Lee Taemin, I won’t always do your bidding, you know,” Minho pressed his lips against Taemin’s.
“Yes you will,” Taemin lightly laughed in response.
Minho pulled back to give Taemin a firm look, but only managed to smile hopelessly at the charming maknae.
“Well let’s go get those snacks then, huh?”
~*~*~
Taemin let out a deep sigh as he lounged on the couch of their hotel room, skimming through the pages of a complimentary magazine that was on the table. Onew, Jonghyun, and Key had gone downstairs to discuss some concert matters with their manager while Taemin opted to stay behind and rest. A sudden click of the door was heard and he stood up from where he was sitting.
“Hey, let’s go out for a bit - “but the words died in Taemin’s throat as soon as he saw who had entered the room.
inho stared back at Taemin with an expression of surprise on his face. It was not so much the fact that Minho was there; of course he had to be present for their concert. It was because this was the first time in a while that they were within each other’s company for more than just a casual passing by.
Taemin cleared his throat and averted his eyes. The intensity of Minho’s stare made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
“The other hyungs went downstairs to talk to Manager-hyung about some concert things,” Taemin fidgeted, shifting his balance from one foot to the other.
“Ah, okay,” Minho simply replied.
The silence between the two started to stretch and shift into an unsure distance.
“I’m going to rest on the bed for a bit,” Minho’s voice interrupted the tension.
Taemin nodded and pointed in the direction to where the beds were at. Minho walked past him, nearly dragging his feet along in a sluggish manner. Taemin stood there alone in the hallway for a moment before he turned around and followed after Minho.
“Minho-hyung - “and words seemed to fail Taemin again, this time being replaced by a light laugh at the sight in front of him.
Minho was resting on the bed, as he said he was going to, but he was sprawled on it so hilariously that Taemin could imagine the dramatic way Minho probably faceplanted onto the soft mattress. Both shoes were still on his feet, and said feet were dangling off the end of the bed. One strap of his backpack was still slung on a shoulder, and his sunglasses were precariously resting on top of his head as Minho’s face was buried into a pillow.
Taemin smiled warmly and approached the bed of the slumbering frog prince. He loosened the laces of Minho’s shoes and slipped them off his feet. He tugged off the strap of the backpack on Minho’s shoulder and placed it lightly on the floor beside the bed. Carefully removing the sunglasses from atop Minho’s head, he placed them on the bedside table.
“Tae,” Minho’s voice was mumbled from the pillow, but Taemin was still able to make out what he had said.
“Sorry, did I disturb your rest?” Taemin smoothed the parts of Minho’s hair that got messy from trying to take off the sunglasses.
Minho lifted his head from the pillow and turned his head to rest on one side.
“You didn’t,” he breathed out, eyes still closed.
Taemin hummed in response and took a seat on the bed beside Minho, brushing aside the latter’s bangs from his eyes. He studied Minho’s face for a bit, taking notice of how his eyebrows were furrowed a little, how his mouth was slightly open and how he was breathing a bit deeply. Taemin quietly got up from his spot on the bed and started to make his way to the door.
“Thanks, Tae,” he heard Minho mumble softly behind him.
“You’re welcome, hyung. I missed you,” Taemin looked back and smiled, the door to the bedroom softly clicking shut.
Taemin presses his back to Minho's front, snuggling into the warmth as Minho's arms link around his stomach.
They watch tv like that for another half hour or so, until Taemin thinks it's time to get a little more comfortable. His back arches a little and his hands slide over Minho's thighs, tilting his head to the side and exposing his neck.
Minho sighs happily and places his mouth on the juncture where Taemin’s neck and ear meet. He starts kissing him there with soft and subtle motions of his lips, breath hot on Taemin's skin.
A light laugh escapes from Taemin and Minho's eyes flutter closed. He opens his mouth and grazes his teeth up and down Taemin's neck. Taemin's hands tighten their grip on Minho's thighs, and in the next second he's turning around and pulling Minho in for a kiss.
There's no chaste initial touch of their lips. Their mouths are open and their tongues meet and slide in various angles. Taemin moves closer and Minho groans at the sensation of Taemin's tongue running behind his teeth.
Minho's fingers move underneath Taemin's shirt and trail up his sides and over his ribs. Taemin threads his fingers through Minho's hair, smiling into the next kiss.
“You have filming tomorrow, don’t you?” Taemin slows the pace of their kisses and presses his forehead against Minho’s.
Minho’s hands still for a moment on Taemin’s hips, softly caressing the skin there, he hums an affirmation in return. He takes a brief glance at the clock to gauge how many hours he has before he’ll have to wake up for his schedule.
Taemin catches the swift movement and shifts back in the middle of the couch. He pulls Minho towards him, the two of them now facing each other in a kneeling position. They kiss some more and Taemin’s hands wander down Minho’s back, the tips of his fingers slipping past the waistband of Minho’s pants.
“What do you want to do?” Taemin teases, his tone slightly husky and breathless.
“Taemin…” Minho groans and yanks Taemin towards him for another messy kiss.
Taemin blushes and giggles into the kiss. He tugs at Minho’s pants, and all Minho can do is let his head fall back and groan Taemin’s name again.
~*~*~
Minho breaths deeply and feels as if time is slowing down. He feels like he’s dying, but he’s not. No. He’s very much alive, and Taemin is currently coming in his pants under Minho’s hips.
He focuses his gaze on the way Taemin’s neck strains a bit, the way Taemin arches his back higher, and the way Taemin angles his head further into the pillows.
“Minho,” Taemin breathes out, and it’s the best sound Minho has ever heard.
Taemin stills underneath him for a minute, his hips cease rocking, and a look of shock is now on his face. Minho finds himself on the floor when he blinks next.
“Minho, I -,” Taemin blushes furiously, trying to form words but only being able to ramble incoherently.
Minho’s still on the floor as he watches Taemin get up from the bed and lean against the wall. He hears Taemin mumble “I’m sorry” over and over again. He looks at the rumpled blanket wrapped around Taemin, how Taemin’s hair has been messed up, and how Taemin’s ears have a tint of red to them.
“I don’t… I know I could have lasted longer than that…” Taemin whispers into the wall and Minho feels his brain short-circuit for a moment.
Taemin turns away from the wall to look at Minho, his face just as red as his ears. Minho gets up from his place on the floor and crowds Taemin back against the wall. He kisses Taemin a little roughly, their tongues tangling together as Taemin kisses back. Minho pulls away a little, suddenly feeling lightheaded, while Taemin breathes deeply.
“Taemin, you - “ Minho’s voice breaks a bit and he has to swallow before he speaks again. “Touch me.”
Taemin blinks slowly, his hand hesitating momentarily before trailing down Minho’s stomach to the front of Minho’s pants. Minho fails to bite back a groan as Taemin presses his hand against Minho’s cock, instantly relishing in the sensation
The pressure falters a bit, and Minho’s about to say something to Taemin, when Taemin suddenly wraps his hand around Minho’s cock and squeezes hard and Minho comes making a low growling noise.
Minho opens his eyes and finds Taemin staring at him, his eyes shining.
“That was…nice,” Taemin’s tone once again breathless and light.
Minho leans down to kiss Taemin and grins into the kiss. Remembering what Taemin had said earlier, he pulls back and grins mischievously at him.
“You can last longer than that?” and Taemin immediately blushes and shoves Minho away while Minho laughs and wraps his arms around Taemin to prevent him from escaping.
Taemin kisses Minho to make him stop laughing and whispers against Minho’s mouth.
“How about you?”
~*~*~
‘are you asleep yet?’
‘nope’
‘wanna sneak out and buy some snacks?’
‘still hungry, Tae?’
‘kind of, but mostly bored’
‘okay, meet me in the hallway and we’ll go’
Minho took a brief glance in Key’s direction, grateful that the other boy was sleeping with an eye mask and earplugs tonight. Key had started doing this whenever Minho would stay up late to rehearse lines for his drama. Tiptoeing quietly past, Minho slipped out of their bedroom and gently closed the door shut.
Minho turned from the door and was met by two lean arms wrapping around his waist. A soft pair of lips came in contact with his chin and he smiled. Minho grabbed Taemin’s hand and led him through the pitch dark hallway with the backlight of his phone. Outside their dorm and in a lit area, Taemin tugged Minho towards him for a proper kiss.
“Yah, do you want snacks or not?” Minho chuckled.
“Yes and no. I like what we’re doing right now though,” Taemin mused.
“Lee Taemin, I won’t always do your bidding, you know,” Minho pressed his lips against Taemin’s.
“Yes you will,” Taemin lightly laughed in response.
Minho pulled back to give Taemin a firm look, but only managed to smile hopelessly at the charming maknae.
“Well let’s go get those snacks then, huh?”
~*~*~
Taemin let out a deep sigh as he lounged on the couch of their hotel room, skimming through the pages of a complimentary magazine that was on the table. Onew, Jonghyun, and Key had gone downstairs to discuss some concert matters with their manager while Taemin opted to stay behind and rest. A sudden click of the door was heard and he stood up from where he was sitting.
“Hey, let’s go out for a bit - “but the words died in Taemin’s throat as soon as he saw who had entered the room.
inho stared back at Taemin with an expression of surprise on his face. It was not so much the fact that Minho was there; of course he had to be present for their concert. It was because this was the first time in a while that they were within each other’s company for more than just a casual passing by.
Taemin cleared his throat and averted his eyes. The intensity of Minho’s stare made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
“The other hyungs went downstairs to talk to Manager-hyung about some concert things,” Taemin fidgeted, shifting his balance from one foot to the other.
“Ah, okay,” Minho simply replied.
The silence between the two started to stretch and shift into an unsure distance.
“I’m going to rest on the bed for a bit,” Minho’s voice interrupted the tension.
Taemin nodded and pointed in the direction to where the beds were at. Minho walked past him, nearly dragging his feet along in a sluggish manner. Taemin stood there alone in the hallway for a moment before he turned around and followed after Minho.
“Minho-hyung - “and words seemed to fail Taemin again, this time being replaced by a light laugh at the sight in front of him.
Minho was resting on the bed, as he said he was going to, but he was sprawled on it so hilariously that Taemin could imagine the dramatic way Minho probably faceplanted onto the soft mattress. Both shoes were still on his feet, and said feet were dangling off the end of the bed. One strap of his backpack was still slung on a shoulder, and his sunglasses were precariously resting on top of his head as Minho’s face was buried into a pillow.
Taemin smiled warmly and approached the bed of the slumbering frog prince. He loosened the laces of Minho’s shoes and slipped them off his feet. He tugged off the strap of the backpack on Minho’s shoulder and placed it lightly on the floor beside the bed. Carefully removing the sunglasses from atop Minho’s head, he placed them on the bedside table.
“Tae,” Minho’s voice was mumbled from the pillow, but Taemin was still able to make out what he had said.
“Sorry, did I disturb your rest?” Taemin smoothed the parts of Minho’s hair that got messy from trying to take off the sunglasses.
Minho lifted his head from the pillow and turned his head to rest on one side.
“You didn’t,” he breathed out, eyes still closed.
Taemin hummed in response and took a seat on the bed beside Minho, brushing aside the latter’s bangs from his eyes. He studied Minho’s face for a bit, taking notice of how his eyebrows were furrowed a little, how his mouth was slightly open and how he was breathing a bit deeply. Taemin quietly got up from his spot on the bed and started to make his way to the door.
“Thanks, Tae,” he heard Minho mumble softly behind him.
“You’re welcome, hyung. I missed you,” Taemin looked back and smiled, the door to the bedroom softly clicking shut.