The Hideous Handkerchief - A Taekey Oneshot
Title: The Hideous Handkerchief
Author: semi_tokkitae
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taekey
Genre: Smut
Wordcount: 2726
Disclaimer: None
Author's Note: This was from a prompt accepted on my Tumblr account from kkey:
"key is heading out of the airport with taemin and finds the floral handkerchief tucked into his collar hideous, dragging minnie into a bathroom stall and fixing it. but is that all that happens? taemin takes advantage of the situation eheh"
The salmon-colored petals clashed grotesquely with the teal leaves scattered through the gaudy fabric sticking out of his collar. It had been staring at Kim Kibum all morning, or rather he'd been catching himself periodically glancing over at the hideous thing around the maknae's neck, hoping to singe it with his eyes as if it were even possible.
As expected, he failed.
The man's determination never waned, however, as he shot more daggers at the little fashion accessory that stuck out at an awkwardly sharp angle, as if it were shamelessly jutting its proverbial middle finger out at Kibum. Dark eyes narrowed in an intense stare-off with the inanimate object.
Taemin cocked his head sideways as the plane touched down safely, barely jostling the passengers and cargo while it slowed its momentum on the runway.
"What are..are you giving my accessory the stink eye, Kim Kibum?"
The younger man questioned with a hint of amusement in his voice, addressing Kibum by his full name to make some sort of point lost to the elder. "If you wanted to stare at my perfect collarbones, you didn't need to make up an excuse."
Brat.
Kibum leaned back in his chair as he shifted his irritation from the glaringly poor choice in dress to the young man wearing it. Lee Taemin had always been the kind to don a bit more casual clothing, things that sometimes made him look homeless (at least to Kibum) - but it was his own unique fashion, and it made him comfortable and content when traveling. There were a few times, though, where Taemin had worked harder to dress in a more professional fashion or one where he'd stand out amongst the other members. There were also times where Kibum specifically remembered forcing more fashionable ensembles on Taemin, his lips curling into a pleased smirk as he reminisced on the scowl the maknae had had upon looking at himself in a mirror.
"You know, Taeminnie. You don't have to wear every little gift that fans give you. It's nice and all but...."
The older man's eyes rolled before his smirk had disappeared entirely and was replaced by another disgusted scowl. Taemin shifted in his seat, slipping the seat belt from around his waist and beaming brightly at the elder sitting next to him. Kibum swore sometimes that Taemin's smile could cure diseases, rid the world of war, and feed starving babies. It could also momentarily blind the older boy from the hideous handkerchief poking out of his shirt.
"Hyung, don't you like it though? It kind of matches our Dream Girl concept. Don't you think?" Taemin's gummy smile and crescent eyes turned away from Kibum as he gathered his carry on bag and proceeded out of the plane with the other three members and their managers. Groaning as he wrenched his fingers through the loop in his own carry on bag, Kibum moved just in time to sidle up beside Minho, the tall boy arching his eyebrows nonchalantly and smiling. Kibum's disgruntled appearance never faltered. He always hated the horribly mismatched floral patterns, checkers, and stripes in their most recent comeback concept. It was enraging.
Stepping into the flashbulbs of the fan and television crew cameras, the five young men moved like herded cattle through the sectioned off pathway towards their exit. It was routine, something they'd gotten used to soon after their debut. There would always be fan accounts though, video cameras, and digital cameras that Kibum sometimes swore could pick up the smallest drop of sweat on his brow - something not even he himself could see unless he stared hard and close enough in a mirror - that still sometimes baffled and made some of the members a bit unnerved as they proceeded through the building.
Taemin squirmed past one of their managers, a mischievous grin on his plump lips and his arm periodically bumping against Kibum's. The older boy knew he wanted something. The maknae of SHINee always made his intentions quite obvious to Kibum - nudging him, grabbing at him, holding that same mischievous grin, saying his name a certain way - they were all things that, throughout the years, had gotten the elder to give into him on countless occasions. Looking over questioningly, Kibum tried to focus on Taemin, but his eyes immediately wrenched downward to the handkerchief. Did he pull it out even more just to fucking torture me?
The mischief fell from Taemin's lips, quickly being replaced by a sick satisfaction that he'd turned the group's seemingly most solid and presentable member into a mess of irritation and disgust if his facial expression had anything to hint at. He wasn't sure why the item had instilled so much hostility in Kibum, but he found it humorous and would use the rage to his advantage.
I can't fucking take this anymore. That shit has to go.
Kibum laced his arm around Taemin's, hugging him close as he reached over to whisper to one of their coordinators. A few fans cooed at the group members' interactions, one girl screaming out a fan-branded couple name of the two idols before others shrieked at the sight before them. Jinki could be heard laughing ahead of their small group.
"Taemin just told me he really needs to use the bathroom. Like, now. I'm going to take him really quick, okay? We'll use one of the employee restrooms, don't worry."
And it was then that one of the security guards lead the two boys, their arms linked, towards one of the airport employees that further lead them down a long corridor behind closed doors and away from the television crews and fans. Kibum's eyes narrowed with one intention in mind, while Taemin's watched him at an angle, a devious smirk in place on his lips and a completely different intention in mind.
As the door shut behind them, Kibum walked the boy around his arm up to the sink, Kibum's slender finger pointing at him in the mirror. "Do you see how hideous this thing is, Taemin? I know you sometimes have some shitty fashion taste, but I mean...seriously."
Taemin's lower lip slipped down and out, displaying his signature pout before turning to face the older boy next to him. "It's not that ba-"
Kibum's hand went to grab for it, cutting off the maknae's words before he could try and defend the fan's gift, even if he too agreed that it was hideous. "No, NO. You are not fucking doing that pouting shit to me, Lee Taemin. That may work on Jonghyun and Jinki-hyung, but it's not working on me. Not again."
His slender fingers curled around the edge of the fabric, brushing against Taemin's lily neck and sending a chill down the younger's spine. Kibum paused, feeling it too. The irritated look on his face was slowly being replaced with one of slight confusion, and perhaps even a twinge of arousal if he'd let himself admit it. Before he could try to find the breath that seemed to escape him, however, the bathroom door jarred open and startled the two boys, Taemin tugging Kibum with him into the nearest bathroom stall and holding one of his hands over Kibum's mouth. He mouthed a silent 'shh' before listening for the employee to leave, not wanting to have to sign autographs or explain how they'd gotten there when clearly they weren't employees at the airport.
Kibum closed his eyes and let out the breath he'd finally found, a hot condensation forming slightly on Taemin's hand that was still covering Kibum's lips. When the older boy let his eyes flutter open so that they could leave, he felt his heart practically beating in his throat, Taemin barely inches from his face as he just stared at him. Taemin's hand slipped down slowly, catching Kibum's shirt. "T-Taemin..."
But there was no spoken answer from the younger boy. Instead his full lips crashed against Kibum's, pressing him further into the bathroom stall's wall, and let his hands grip at the older boy's shirt near his waist. There wasn't much of a battle of tongues as Kibum almost immediately submitted, confusion still lacing his brain and rendering his body almost useless in fighting back - not that he'd wanted to. An unexpected grunt was pulled from the older boy's throat as the Taemin's tongue swirled around his mouth in rushed exploration. Kibum almost wanted to laugh, the arousal and yet inexperience of Taemin being painfully obvious as he slipped his hands up Kibum's shirt - but the elder refrained from breaking the kiss and instead lazily moved his own tongue into Taemin's mouth to show him how satisfying a slow and drawn out kiss could be.
It didn't seem to phase the maknae, his hands already tugging at Kibum's shirt in a rushed manner.
"Slow down baby, you're rushing things."
Taemin moved away, biting desperately at Kibum's lower lip as he reluctantly ended their kiss. A disgruntled look laced his features before he tugged the older boy's shirt off entirely and threw it over the door's edge. "We don't have time, remember? We're still at the airport. They're all waiting for us."
Kibum had almost forgotten where they were. The realization that Jinki would likely be sent in to check on them caught up with the group's rapper, and reality smacked him in the face.
"Shit."
Slender fingers tugged at Taemin's hips, pulling him roughly against Kibum and causing the stall to shake slightly from their movement. The younger pressed his lips flush again, a small mewl vibrating against Kibum's lips as he felt the other boy's fingers tugging the zipper down on his jeans, freeing his erection. A shiver played along his spine.
Kibum's lips curved into a noticeable smirk against Taemin's, his teeth nipping at the maknae's lip before he left a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth and pulled away, fingers dancing along Taemin's cock and making the younger scrunch his face in a pleasured tension. Another needy mewl left him before he pushed Kibum's hand away and shoved three fingers in the elder's mouth. Taemin bit at his own lower lip, watching the way that Kibum sinfully sucked on his digits and coated them thick with his saliva.
There was a brief moment that Taemin wondered how amazing it would feel to have Kibum's tongue slipping and twirling around his cock, sucking sinfully on it as he'd just done to Taemin's fingers, but the thought was quickly pushed aside as he heard the zipper of Kibum's pants slide down, his pants and boxers slipping to his ankles and the belt clanking against the floor's tile.
An almost haughty, low laugh echoed through the bathroom as Kibum stared at Taemin, the younger's dark eyes scanning the bare body in front of him and stopping hungrily at Kibum's erection. "Like what you see, Taeminnie?"
It didn't take much more time for Taemin to act on impulse, his saliva-slicked fingers sliding over his own cock a few times and trying his best to coat it before he forced Kibum around, pressing him against the cold bathroom stall partition. Kibum hissed at the chill he felt against his front.
Taemin positioned his fingers near Kibum's hole, swirling one around in slight anticipation before pushing it in fully. It was forced, the moan from the older boy showing evidence of a pained pleasure as he was prepared. Taemin didn't speak, sliding in another finger and then finally the third after he'd been able to work them in and out without as much effort. When he moved forward and slid his cock between Kibum's ass, however, he felt a brief hitch in his breath.
"Taemin...just..fuck me. Please."
It was more of a begging request than a demand, Kibum's body trembling with arousal as he felt the younger's heated skin pressing ever so lightly against his back. Taemin's lips gently placed a delicate kiss to the nape of Kibum's neck before he slipped himself inside, a noise coming from Kibum that made him want to come undone right then and there - but he couldn't.
The elder of the two couldn't believe that it was happening - the youngest member of their group was fucking him against an airport bathroom stall, the entire entourage of members, staff, security, and coordinators waiting for them just outside the entrance in their van. He'd always known that Taemin had been a bit more physically attached to him, asking for his help in most interviews even though he was a capable adult, and finding a sort of comfort against his side and in his lap when they'd all watch television at the dorms after a long day of schedules. But had he realized that the maknae's intentions behind the small touches, flirty smirks, and clingy behavior were so sensual and intimate, he would have given in long ago.
Feeling Taemin develop a smooth rhythm in and out of his body, Kibum rolled his head against the stall, moans of pleasure threading out from his throat periodically. It was blissful, and surprisingly the younger of the two seemed to know what he was doing, even if he was rushing it all a bit too much for Kibum's tastes. Another few kisses were placed against the elder's shoulder blade, Taemin abruptly stopping what he was doing and pulling out of Kibum. A small, needy whine escaped the blond, his head wrenching around to see why there was a lack of fullness in his ass. "The Hell, Taemi..." But before he could finish his sentence, his eyes were covered by that hideous floral fabric, another haughty laugh escaping the maknae's full lips.
Kibum's body was rotated around before he could protest, his back pushed gently against the wall that he'd just been facing only moments ago. "Lee Taemin, I swear to God if you don't t-" Words erupted into a strangled sound of pleasure, Kibum's hands threading through the chestnut locks of the younger boy, Taemin's lips wrapped sinfully around the blond's erection and sliding up and down sloppily. Kibum wanted to laugh, to poke fun at the lack of finesse that the youngest member had - but his body couldn't control itself and his mind was too spent on crude thoughts and images of Taemin's perfect lips around his cock. The lack of vision with the scarf made Kibum's senses even more fine tuned to the sensations he was feeling, his fingers practically pulling Taemin's hair as he continued to ball his fists in it.
The heat was building in his body, the knowledge that he was about to be sent over the edge inside of Taemin's mouth making him want to lose all control at the very thought; but he tried his best to hold on, all the while thrusting shallowly into the heat of Taemin's mouth, shivering as the younger's tongue danced along the bottom of Kibum's shaft. Without warning, Taemin pulled Kibum in entirely, his small hands tightening their grip on the elder's thighs as he held off the gag reflex that came soon after. It had been the last straw, sending the blond over his edge, spilling himself down Taemin's throat and the younger of the two squinting his eyes, staving of tears from the feeling of being so filled up.
Pulling himself out, one of Kibum's hands shot up immediately to tug the handkerchief off his eyes, looking down at the lust-filled eyes of the boy he'd always desired. Taemin looked up, a small bit of Kibum's semen still at the corner of his mouth and his body shaking from the thrill of it all. He smiled warmly up at the older boy.
Kibum's thumb wiped away his essence, urging Taemin to get off the bathroom floor before placing a soft, delicate kiss to the maknae's cheek. Taemin grunted, tugging the floral print handkerchief that Kibum loathed so much off of the elder's head. "Next time, I'll wear a suit in this pattern." The same playful grin that he always gave Kibum had slipped on his lips again, taunting the blond. Kibum smirked in return, snagging the fabric from the brunette's grip.
"Wear a suit in that pattern and I'll just have to take it off of you before you even leave the dorm."
Author: semi_tokkitae
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taekey
Genre: Smut
Wordcount: 2726
Disclaimer: None
Author's Note: This was from a prompt accepted on my Tumblr account from kkey:
"key is heading out of the airport with taemin and finds the floral handkerchief tucked into his collar hideous, dragging minnie into a bathroom stall and fixing it. but is that all that happens? taemin takes advantage of the situation eheh"
The salmon-colored petals clashed grotesquely with the teal leaves scattered through the gaudy fabric sticking out of his collar. It had been staring at Kim Kibum all morning, or rather he'd been catching himself periodically glancing over at the hideous thing around the maknae's neck, hoping to singe it with his eyes as if it were even possible.
As expected, he failed.
The man's determination never waned, however, as he shot more daggers at the little fashion accessory that stuck out at an awkwardly sharp angle, as if it were shamelessly jutting its proverbial middle finger out at Kibum. Dark eyes narrowed in an intense stare-off with the inanimate object.
Taemin cocked his head sideways as the plane touched down safely, barely jostling the passengers and cargo while it slowed its momentum on the runway.
"What are..are you giving my accessory the stink eye, Kim Kibum?"
The younger man questioned with a hint of amusement in his voice, addressing Kibum by his full name to make some sort of point lost to the elder. "If you wanted to stare at my perfect collarbones, you didn't need to make up an excuse."
Brat.
Kibum leaned back in his chair as he shifted his irritation from the glaringly poor choice in dress to the young man wearing it. Lee Taemin had always been the kind to don a bit more casual clothing, things that sometimes made him look homeless (at least to Kibum) - but it was his own unique fashion, and it made him comfortable and content when traveling. There were a few times, though, where Taemin had worked harder to dress in a more professional fashion or one where he'd stand out amongst the other members. There were also times where Kibum specifically remembered forcing more fashionable ensembles on Taemin, his lips curling into a pleased smirk as he reminisced on the scowl the maknae had had upon looking at himself in a mirror.
"You know, Taeminnie. You don't have to wear every little gift that fans give you. It's nice and all but...."
The older man's eyes rolled before his smirk had disappeared entirely and was replaced by another disgusted scowl. Taemin shifted in his seat, slipping the seat belt from around his waist and beaming brightly at the elder sitting next to him. Kibum swore sometimes that Taemin's smile could cure diseases, rid the world of war, and feed starving babies. It could also momentarily blind the older boy from the hideous handkerchief poking out of his shirt.
"Hyung, don't you like it though? It kind of matches our Dream Girl concept. Don't you think?" Taemin's gummy smile and crescent eyes turned away from Kibum as he gathered his carry on bag and proceeded out of the plane with the other three members and their managers. Groaning as he wrenched his fingers through the loop in his own carry on bag, Kibum moved just in time to sidle up beside Minho, the tall boy arching his eyebrows nonchalantly and smiling. Kibum's disgruntled appearance never faltered. He always hated the horribly mismatched floral patterns, checkers, and stripes in their most recent comeback concept. It was enraging.
Stepping into the flashbulbs of the fan and television crew cameras, the five young men moved like herded cattle through the sectioned off pathway towards their exit. It was routine, something they'd gotten used to soon after their debut. There would always be fan accounts though, video cameras, and digital cameras that Kibum sometimes swore could pick up the smallest drop of sweat on his brow - something not even he himself could see unless he stared hard and close enough in a mirror - that still sometimes baffled and made some of the members a bit unnerved as they proceeded through the building.
Taemin squirmed past one of their managers, a mischievous grin on his plump lips and his arm periodically bumping against Kibum's. The older boy knew he wanted something. The maknae of SHINee always made his intentions quite obvious to Kibum - nudging him, grabbing at him, holding that same mischievous grin, saying his name a certain way - they were all things that, throughout the years, had gotten the elder to give into him on countless occasions. Looking over questioningly, Kibum tried to focus on Taemin, but his eyes immediately wrenched downward to the handkerchief. Did he pull it out even more just to fucking torture me?
The mischief fell from Taemin's lips, quickly being replaced by a sick satisfaction that he'd turned the group's seemingly most solid and presentable member into a mess of irritation and disgust if his facial expression had anything to hint at. He wasn't sure why the item had instilled so much hostility in Kibum, but he found it humorous and would use the rage to his advantage.
I can't fucking take this anymore. That shit has to go.
Kibum laced his arm around Taemin's, hugging him close as he reached over to whisper to one of their coordinators. A few fans cooed at the group members' interactions, one girl screaming out a fan-branded couple name of the two idols before others shrieked at the sight before them. Jinki could be heard laughing ahead of their small group.
"Taemin just told me he really needs to use the bathroom. Like, now. I'm going to take him really quick, okay? We'll use one of the employee restrooms, don't worry."
And it was then that one of the security guards lead the two boys, their arms linked, towards one of the airport employees that further lead them down a long corridor behind closed doors and away from the television crews and fans. Kibum's eyes narrowed with one intention in mind, while Taemin's watched him at an angle, a devious smirk in place on his lips and a completely different intention in mind.
As the door shut behind them, Kibum walked the boy around his arm up to the sink, Kibum's slender finger pointing at him in the mirror. "Do you see how hideous this thing is, Taemin? I know you sometimes have some shitty fashion taste, but I mean...seriously."
Taemin's lower lip slipped down and out, displaying his signature pout before turning to face the older boy next to him. "It's not that ba-"
Kibum's hand went to grab for it, cutting off the maknae's words before he could try and defend the fan's gift, even if he too agreed that it was hideous. "No, NO. You are not fucking doing that pouting shit to me, Lee Taemin. That may work on Jonghyun and Jinki-hyung, but it's not working on me. Not again."
His slender fingers curled around the edge of the fabric, brushing against Taemin's lily neck and sending a chill down the younger's spine. Kibum paused, feeling it too. The irritated look on his face was slowly being replaced with one of slight confusion, and perhaps even a twinge of arousal if he'd let himself admit it. Before he could try to find the breath that seemed to escape him, however, the bathroom door jarred open and startled the two boys, Taemin tugging Kibum with him into the nearest bathroom stall and holding one of his hands over Kibum's mouth. He mouthed a silent 'shh' before listening for the employee to leave, not wanting to have to sign autographs or explain how they'd gotten there when clearly they weren't employees at the airport.
Kibum closed his eyes and let out the breath he'd finally found, a hot condensation forming slightly on Taemin's hand that was still covering Kibum's lips. When the older boy let his eyes flutter open so that they could leave, he felt his heart practically beating in his throat, Taemin barely inches from his face as he just stared at him. Taemin's hand slipped down slowly, catching Kibum's shirt. "T-Taemin..."
But there was no spoken answer from the younger boy. Instead his full lips crashed against Kibum's, pressing him further into the bathroom stall's wall, and let his hands grip at the older boy's shirt near his waist. There wasn't much of a battle of tongues as Kibum almost immediately submitted, confusion still lacing his brain and rendering his body almost useless in fighting back - not that he'd wanted to. An unexpected grunt was pulled from the older boy's throat as the Taemin's tongue swirled around his mouth in rushed exploration. Kibum almost wanted to laugh, the arousal and yet inexperience of Taemin being painfully obvious as he slipped his hands up Kibum's shirt - but the elder refrained from breaking the kiss and instead lazily moved his own tongue into Taemin's mouth to show him how satisfying a slow and drawn out kiss could be.
It didn't seem to phase the maknae, his hands already tugging at Kibum's shirt in a rushed manner.
"Slow down baby, you're rushing things."
Taemin moved away, biting desperately at Kibum's lower lip as he reluctantly ended their kiss. A disgruntled look laced his features before he tugged the older boy's shirt off entirely and threw it over the door's edge. "We don't have time, remember? We're still at the airport. They're all waiting for us."
Kibum had almost forgotten where they were. The realization that Jinki would likely be sent in to check on them caught up with the group's rapper, and reality smacked him in the face.
"Shit."
Slender fingers tugged at Taemin's hips, pulling him roughly against Kibum and causing the stall to shake slightly from their movement. The younger pressed his lips flush again, a small mewl vibrating against Kibum's lips as he felt the other boy's fingers tugging the zipper down on his jeans, freeing his erection. A shiver played along his spine.
Kibum's lips curved into a noticeable smirk against Taemin's, his teeth nipping at the maknae's lip before he left a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth and pulled away, fingers dancing along Taemin's cock and making the younger scrunch his face in a pleasured tension. Another needy mewl left him before he pushed Kibum's hand away and shoved three fingers in the elder's mouth. Taemin bit at his own lower lip, watching the way that Kibum sinfully sucked on his digits and coated them thick with his saliva.
There was a brief moment that Taemin wondered how amazing it would feel to have Kibum's tongue slipping and twirling around his cock, sucking sinfully on it as he'd just done to Taemin's fingers, but the thought was quickly pushed aside as he heard the zipper of Kibum's pants slide down, his pants and boxers slipping to his ankles and the belt clanking against the floor's tile.
An almost haughty, low laugh echoed through the bathroom as Kibum stared at Taemin, the younger's dark eyes scanning the bare body in front of him and stopping hungrily at Kibum's erection. "Like what you see, Taeminnie?"
It didn't take much more time for Taemin to act on impulse, his saliva-slicked fingers sliding over his own cock a few times and trying his best to coat it before he forced Kibum around, pressing him against the cold bathroom stall partition. Kibum hissed at the chill he felt against his front.
Taemin positioned his fingers near Kibum's hole, swirling one around in slight anticipation before pushing it in fully. It was forced, the moan from the older boy showing evidence of a pained pleasure as he was prepared. Taemin didn't speak, sliding in another finger and then finally the third after he'd been able to work them in and out without as much effort. When he moved forward and slid his cock between Kibum's ass, however, he felt a brief hitch in his breath.
"Taemin...just..fuck me. Please."
It was more of a begging request than a demand, Kibum's body trembling with arousal as he felt the younger's heated skin pressing ever so lightly against his back. Taemin's lips gently placed a delicate kiss to the nape of Kibum's neck before he slipped himself inside, a noise coming from Kibum that made him want to come undone right then and there - but he couldn't.
The elder of the two couldn't believe that it was happening - the youngest member of their group was fucking him against an airport bathroom stall, the entire entourage of members, staff, security, and coordinators waiting for them just outside the entrance in their van. He'd always known that Taemin had been a bit more physically attached to him, asking for his help in most interviews even though he was a capable adult, and finding a sort of comfort against his side and in his lap when they'd all watch television at the dorms after a long day of schedules. But had he realized that the maknae's intentions behind the small touches, flirty smirks, and clingy behavior were so sensual and intimate, he would have given in long ago.
Feeling Taemin develop a smooth rhythm in and out of his body, Kibum rolled his head against the stall, moans of pleasure threading out from his throat periodically. It was blissful, and surprisingly the younger of the two seemed to know what he was doing, even if he was rushing it all a bit too much for Kibum's tastes. Another few kisses were placed against the elder's shoulder blade, Taemin abruptly stopping what he was doing and pulling out of Kibum. A small, needy whine escaped the blond, his head wrenching around to see why there was a lack of fullness in his ass. "The Hell, Taemi..." But before he could finish his sentence, his eyes were covered by that hideous floral fabric, another haughty laugh escaping the maknae's full lips.
Kibum's body was rotated around before he could protest, his back pushed gently against the wall that he'd just been facing only moments ago. "Lee Taemin, I swear to God if you don't t-" Words erupted into a strangled sound of pleasure, Kibum's hands threading through the chestnut locks of the younger boy, Taemin's lips wrapped sinfully around the blond's erection and sliding up and down sloppily. Kibum wanted to laugh, to poke fun at the lack of finesse that the youngest member had - but his body couldn't control itself and his mind was too spent on crude thoughts and images of Taemin's perfect lips around his cock. The lack of vision with the scarf made Kibum's senses even more fine tuned to the sensations he was feeling, his fingers practically pulling Taemin's hair as he continued to ball his fists in it.
The heat was building in his body, the knowledge that he was about to be sent over the edge inside of Taemin's mouth making him want to lose all control at the very thought; but he tried his best to hold on, all the while thrusting shallowly into the heat of Taemin's mouth, shivering as the younger's tongue danced along the bottom of Kibum's shaft. Without warning, Taemin pulled Kibum in entirely, his small hands tightening their grip on the elder's thighs as he held off the gag reflex that came soon after. It had been the last straw, sending the blond over his edge, spilling himself down Taemin's throat and the younger of the two squinting his eyes, staving of tears from the feeling of being so filled up.
Pulling himself out, one of Kibum's hands shot up immediately to tug the handkerchief off his eyes, looking down at the lust-filled eyes of the boy he'd always desired. Taemin looked up, a small bit of Kibum's semen still at the corner of his mouth and his body shaking from the thrill of it all. He smiled warmly up at the older boy.
Kibum's thumb wiped away his essence, urging Taemin to get off the bathroom floor before placing a soft, delicate kiss to the maknae's cheek. Taemin grunted, tugging the floral print handkerchief that Kibum loathed so much off of the elder's head. "Next time, I'll wear a suit in this pattern." The same playful grin that he always gave Kibum had slipped on his lips again, taunting the blond. Kibum smirked in return, snagging the fabric from the brunette's grip.
"Wear a suit in that pattern and I'll just have to take it off of you before you even leave the dorm."