Fic: Love Pain
Title: Love Pain
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Shinee
Pairing: 2Min
Rating: +17
Summary: Getting tied up wasn’t something that Taemin had thought he would like. It had been Minho’s idea originally, something he had picked up from his Kyuhyun-hyung.
Warnings: Bondage
Notes: For umberela because she wanted 2Min porn and I need to write something or else I'll go mad and forget how to write. :\ If I haven't already.
Getting tied up wasn’t something that Taemin had thought he would like. It had been Minho’s idea originally, something he had picked up from his Kyuhyun-hyung. Taemin had to push down the instant jealousy and remind himself over and over again that no matter Minho’s flirting, no matter how wide he smiled for someone else, Taemin was the one he kissed on the forehead, the one he cuddled up to while movies played in the background and was currently the one who had agreed to be tied up.
He wasn’t sure at first if he would like it, his wrists tied together with the soft rope; it was red he had seen just before Minho had pulled at his ankle, making him lose his balance and suddenly his face was in the pillow, arms stretched too hard.
Oh. He thought as the slow burn of pain ran through his arms. He tested trying to pull himself back up, back to that kneeling position he had been in originally but he couldn't maneuver just right.
A palm touched his thigh and he realized he might not want to get back up. Minho’s hand was warm and the bed shifted under his weight. Taemin took a moment to gulp in air, steady his breathing. He couldn’t see what was going on, what Minho was doing behind him and so he just took another breath until he heard Minho in his ear.
“Don’t be afraid.”
It was stuck in Taemin’s mouth to say he wasn’t afraid, that he trusted Minho. He did, really, but the way his stomach contorted was worse than when they had first done this over a year ago. He didn't know what to do and so he stayed silent. Minho moved behind him, straddled his back and Taemin took another breath to calm his racing heart. He pulled at the ropes, testing them and he wondered when Minho had learned to tie them. He shut down the jealousy as he reminded himself that he had learned for them. For him.
"Taemin?" Minho stopped sounding so sure and Taemin nodded his head.
"I'm not," he whispered, trying to move to kneel again. He wasn't fully naked yet and he knew it would be easier for Minho to remove his pants that way.
Minho nodded but pushed his hips back down. "Just trust me."
"I do," he whispered again, and he kept his mouth shut as Minho moved his hand down his back, slowly, easing the tension in Taemin's muscles.
The massage was nice, even with his arms tied up. There was something sweet about it, the way Minho tried to reassure him. He wasn't scared, really. But he couldn't help but calm just a bit as Minho continued to run his hands up and down Taemin's back. He stopped pulling on the rope at some point and just gave into the soft moans that started to come out of his mouth. Minho's hands dropped to his hips, wrapped around his body to unbutton his pants and Taemin sighed as the zipper opened. He hadn't even realized how hard he had gotten, and here he had thought he was relaxing.
Minho laughed softly, easing his pants off his hips, hand wrapping around Taemin's cock. He gave one pump, two pumps and Taemin gasped and pulled on the restraints.
"Relax," He whispered in Taemin's ear. "Don't want to hurt yourself." Another chuckle and he pulled his hand away.
Taemin let out a whimper, and he didn't even try to bite it back. He saw no need, he never had before, why start now when he was at Minho's mercy? No need.
Minho chuckled again, kissing down Taemin's back, pulling him back to his knees as he did. Taemin moaned as he was positioned, and then groaned as he felt Minho pull away from him. He was surprised that Minho didn't try to reassure him that he would be right back and Taemin tried to turn his head, and look at Minho for the first time since being tied up. He could barely make out his face, could barely see it and he resigned himself to his head falling back into the pillow.
"Pay attention."
The soft words were accompanied by a shard smack. Taemin hadn't been expecting it and he jerked forward. It wasn't the first time he had been spanked, and probably wouldn't be the last time. He liked it, he knew he did because he felt it reach his cock, but still, the surprise. He let out a gasp and another smack came. Then another. Minho's hands had gotten bigger over the year and it covered just a bit more of the area. Taemin wondered what it would be like once Minho got to his proper size, hands big enough to hold his wrists down by himself?
He hoped so as he let out a moan. Minho had stopped, or at least slowed down his pace. Taemin caught his breath and then another smack came, hard and sharp in pain and Taemin gasped, cock getting painfully hard.
"Please," he whimpered. Minho didn't listen, hand coming down again and Taemin groaned, eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open.
"Do I have your attention?"
"Yes," Taemin said softly, mouth in the pillow as he tried to move his knees to get a bit more comfortable. Minho let him and he spread his legs just a bit more, sunk down in the mattress.
"Do I need to continue?"
"Fuck me," it was a whisper and Taemin knew that it would get he what he wanted because he never talked like this. Or at least rarely spoke like this.
He heard Minho clamber off of the bed and Taemin hoped his grin wasn’t obvious as he spread his legs just a bit further. He heard Minho getting undressed, the obscene sound of the zipper coming down and his belt hitting the floor. Taemin shut his eyes, tried to envision it instead of giving into the temptation to try and look and possibly not be able hear or see anything.
The bed dipped again and Taemin felt the heat of Minho’s thighs against the back of his. He wondered, for a moment, how long Minho would drag out the prep this time, but then a finger was inside him, stretching him and Taemin realized how overrated thinking was. He just felt, pushed his hips back as the one finger worked in and out. Then there were two fingers and Taemin felt the stretch, enjoyed it. He gasped into the pillow, and clenched around Minho’s fingers.
“More?” He practically pleaded, hoping any neediness was hidden in the pillow. He didn’t think he did that good of a job, with the way that Minho just continued to slowly push his two fingers in deep, pulling them out just as slow.
Finally a third finger was added and Taemin groaned, wiggling his hips. Minho continued to take his time, curling his fingers slowly and Taemin gasped into the pillow.
He hadn’t even realized he had started to plead, streams of words that didn’t make any sense, and might not even have been Korean he realized, just sounds that couldn’t stop. Minho kept taking his time though, fingers scissoring slowly until Taemin felt his knees start to shake and his arms were starting to go numb.
Minho finally, finally, pulled his fingers out, and Taemin was empty for far too long he realized. His hips pushed back, wiggled until he felt the blunt pressure of Minho’s cock against him, pushing in. His mouth opened and he didn’t try to hold back his scream. It burned, it hurt, it felt so good, Minho’s hands gripping his hips, fingers spreading across his backside and he just took it.
He moaned, hips trying to push back but Minho kept him in place so he could take his time. Taemin’s mind was racing, and he kept trying to fight against everything: Minho’s hold, the ropes, his impending orgasm because Minho didn’t even sound close and he couldn’t come this quick. He refused, but he knew there was no fighting it, not when Minho’s hand dropped from his hip, the pace picking up and he wrapped around Taemin’s cock.
Taemin thought he might have screamed, but it was into the pillow so it was okay. He felt himself come hard, and he tried to squeeze against Minho’s cock, to bring him over the edge with him. He couldn’t tell if he had or not because his knees gave out, and he may or may not have blacked out.
He took deep breaths, tried to calm himself as he felt Minho pull out, patting his butt as he did. Taemin tugged on his restraints, hoping it would remind Minho and he heard the deep chuckle happen before Minho reached up and pulled, undoing the knot that kept it tied to the bedpost.
Taemin’s arms dropped down and he curled them, feeling the blood start to flow again. He glanced to the side, where Minho was watching him and he gave a shy smile, before looking back at his wrists.
“So, when do I get to tie you up?”
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Shinee
Pairing: 2Min
Rating: +17
Summary: Getting tied up wasn’t something that Taemin had thought he would like. It had been Minho’s idea originally, something he had picked up from his Kyuhyun-hyung.
Warnings: Bondage
Notes: For umberela because she wanted 2Min porn and I need to write something or else I'll go mad and forget how to write. :\ If I haven't already.
Getting tied up wasn’t something that Taemin had thought he would like. It had been Minho’s idea originally, something he had picked up from his Kyuhyun-hyung. Taemin had to push down the instant jealousy and remind himself over and over again that no matter Minho’s flirting, no matter how wide he smiled for someone else, Taemin was the one he kissed on the forehead, the one he cuddled up to while movies played in the background and was currently the one who had agreed to be tied up.
He wasn’t sure at first if he would like it, his wrists tied together with the soft rope; it was red he had seen just before Minho had pulled at his ankle, making him lose his balance and suddenly his face was in the pillow, arms stretched too hard.
Oh. He thought as the slow burn of pain ran through his arms. He tested trying to pull himself back up, back to that kneeling position he had been in originally but he couldn't maneuver just right.
A palm touched his thigh and he realized he might not want to get back up. Minho’s hand was warm and the bed shifted under his weight. Taemin took a moment to gulp in air, steady his breathing. He couldn’t see what was going on, what Minho was doing behind him and so he just took another breath until he heard Minho in his ear.
“Don’t be afraid.”
It was stuck in Taemin’s mouth to say he wasn’t afraid, that he trusted Minho. He did, really, but the way his stomach contorted was worse than when they had first done this over a year ago. He didn't know what to do and so he stayed silent. Minho moved behind him, straddled his back and Taemin took another breath to calm his racing heart. He pulled at the ropes, testing them and he wondered when Minho had learned to tie them. He shut down the jealousy as he reminded himself that he had learned for them. For him.
"Taemin?" Minho stopped sounding so sure and Taemin nodded his head.
"I'm not," he whispered, trying to move to kneel again. He wasn't fully naked yet and he knew it would be easier for Minho to remove his pants that way.
Minho nodded but pushed his hips back down. "Just trust me."
"I do," he whispered again, and he kept his mouth shut as Minho moved his hand down his back, slowly, easing the tension in Taemin's muscles.
The massage was nice, even with his arms tied up. There was something sweet about it, the way Minho tried to reassure him. He wasn't scared, really. But he couldn't help but calm just a bit as Minho continued to run his hands up and down Taemin's back. He stopped pulling on the rope at some point and just gave into the soft moans that started to come out of his mouth. Minho's hands dropped to his hips, wrapped around his body to unbutton his pants and Taemin sighed as the zipper opened. He hadn't even realized how hard he had gotten, and here he had thought he was relaxing.
Minho laughed softly, easing his pants off his hips, hand wrapping around Taemin's cock. He gave one pump, two pumps and Taemin gasped and pulled on the restraints.
"Relax," He whispered in Taemin's ear. "Don't want to hurt yourself." Another chuckle and he pulled his hand away.
Taemin let out a whimper, and he didn't even try to bite it back. He saw no need, he never had before, why start now when he was at Minho's mercy? No need.
Minho chuckled again, kissing down Taemin's back, pulling him back to his knees as he did. Taemin moaned as he was positioned, and then groaned as he felt Minho pull away from him. He was surprised that Minho didn't try to reassure him that he would be right back and Taemin tried to turn his head, and look at Minho for the first time since being tied up. He could barely make out his face, could barely see it and he resigned himself to his head falling back into the pillow.
"Pay attention."
The soft words were accompanied by a shard smack. Taemin hadn't been expecting it and he jerked forward. It wasn't the first time he had been spanked, and probably wouldn't be the last time. He liked it, he knew he did because he felt it reach his cock, but still, the surprise. He let out a gasp and another smack came. Then another. Minho's hands had gotten bigger over the year and it covered just a bit more of the area. Taemin wondered what it would be like once Minho got to his proper size, hands big enough to hold his wrists down by himself?
He hoped so as he let out a moan. Minho had stopped, or at least slowed down his pace. Taemin caught his breath and then another smack came, hard and sharp in pain and Taemin gasped, cock getting painfully hard.
"Please," he whimpered. Minho didn't listen, hand coming down again and Taemin groaned, eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open.
"Do I have your attention?"
"Yes," Taemin said softly, mouth in the pillow as he tried to move his knees to get a bit more comfortable. Minho let him and he spread his legs just a bit more, sunk down in the mattress.
"Do I need to continue?"
"Fuck me," it was a whisper and Taemin knew that it would get he what he wanted because he never talked like this. Or at least rarely spoke like this.
He heard Minho clamber off of the bed and Taemin hoped his grin wasn’t obvious as he spread his legs just a bit further. He heard Minho getting undressed, the obscene sound of the zipper coming down and his belt hitting the floor. Taemin shut his eyes, tried to envision it instead of giving into the temptation to try and look and possibly not be able hear or see anything.
The bed dipped again and Taemin felt the heat of Minho’s thighs against the back of his. He wondered, for a moment, how long Minho would drag out the prep this time, but then a finger was inside him, stretching him and Taemin realized how overrated thinking was. He just felt, pushed his hips back as the one finger worked in and out. Then there were two fingers and Taemin felt the stretch, enjoyed it. He gasped into the pillow, and clenched around Minho’s fingers.
“More?” He practically pleaded, hoping any neediness was hidden in the pillow. He didn’t think he did that good of a job, with the way that Minho just continued to slowly push his two fingers in deep, pulling them out just as slow.
Finally a third finger was added and Taemin groaned, wiggling his hips. Minho continued to take his time, curling his fingers slowly and Taemin gasped into the pillow.
He hadn’t even realized he had started to plead, streams of words that didn’t make any sense, and might not even have been Korean he realized, just sounds that couldn’t stop. Minho kept taking his time though, fingers scissoring slowly until Taemin felt his knees start to shake and his arms were starting to go numb.
Minho finally, finally, pulled his fingers out, and Taemin was empty for far too long he realized. His hips pushed back, wiggled until he felt the blunt pressure of Minho’s cock against him, pushing in. His mouth opened and he didn’t try to hold back his scream. It burned, it hurt, it felt so good, Minho’s hands gripping his hips, fingers spreading across his backside and he just took it.
He moaned, hips trying to push back but Minho kept him in place so he could take his time. Taemin’s mind was racing, and he kept trying to fight against everything: Minho’s hold, the ropes, his impending orgasm because Minho didn’t even sound close and he couldn’t come this quick. He refused, but he knew there was no fighting it, not when Minho’s hand dropped from his hip, the pace picking up and he wrapped around Taemin’s cock.
Taemin thought he might have screamed, but it was into the pillow so it was okay. He felt himself come hard, and he tried to squeeze against Minho’s cock, to bring him over the edge with him. He couldn’t tell if he had or not because his knees gave out, and he may or may not have blacked out.
He took deep breaths, tried to calm himself as he felt Minho pull out, patting his butt as he did. Taemin tugged on his restraints, hoping it would remind Minho and he heard the deep chuckle happen before Minho reached up and pulled, undoing the knot that kept it tied to the bedpost.
Taemin’s arms dropped down and he curled them, feeling the blood start to flow again. He glanced to the side, where Minho was watching him and he gave a shy smile, before looking back at his wrists.
“So, when do I get to tie you up?”