20. Perk Up
Title: Perk Up
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Pairing: 2min
Genre: Romance, Crack
Word Count: 530
Summary: Taemin tries to cheer Minho up with unusual methods.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here.
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Minho doesn’t know how he should feel when he answers his phone at one in the morning to hear his boyfriend moaning his name on the other end. On one hand, it’s an excellent distraction from the paper that’s due at eight, but on the other, he gets an erection and the need to fuck Taemin senseless. That, though, is good too.
“Taemin, what are you-“ he starts, before he’s interrupted with another breathy moan and he pictures Taemin beneath him, face contorted with pleasure, knuckles white from gripping the sheets as he thrusts into his tight hole. He wills the image away.
“Taemin, I need you to st-“ Another moan, this time louder and with a “Oh god hyung, faster please.”
“Tae-“ Taemin’s screaming his name now, with other profanities thrown into the mix.
“Mmh, h-hyung. Yes, fuck, right there-“
“TAEMIN.” He yells exasperatedly, thanking the lord above when the other boy goes silent. Minho runs a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the strain against his pants. “What are you trying to do?”
“I’m trying to cheer you up, hyung. Perk you up, well whatever. You know.” Taemin replies casually, as if all the moaning didn’t just happen. “You’ve been pretty stressed, so Key-hyung and Jonghyun-hyung suggested that I cheer you up.”
“By moaning?” Minho asks. “I mean. I’m not complaining, that was great, a real surprise, if you ask me.” Taemin makes a contented squeak. “But what in the world was that?”
“Phone sex.”
Minho’s mind takes a while to process it, but when he does, he asks the blonde to repeat himself, and Taemin does so. Minho really isn’t sure what to feel at that point of time.
He sighs before laughing and Taemin panics on the other side of the line.
“Minho? Oh god. Wait. I did it wrong, didn’t I. Shit, shit, shit, fuck, oh god. This is embarrassing, shit, shit, oh fuck. Can we just pretend that never happened?”
“No, no!” Minho says immediately, still chuckling a little. “It’s just. That was cute, you know?” Taemin says nothing, and Minho pictures him with his face buried in his hands. “Well, that sure perked me up, if you know what I mean.”
“Hyung…”
“What I’d give to run my hands up and down your thighs, to place soft kisses on your body…” Minho smirks, enjoying the way Taemin gasps. “And to take one of your nipples into my mouth, playing with your cock in one hand, fondling your balls-“
“Hyung.” Taemin says, slightly breathless.
“And I’d prepare you, pushing my fingers into your ass before taking you until you scream my name out loud, beg me to go harder, to go faster, to never stop and-“
“HYUNG.” It’s Taemin’s turn to yell, and Minho’s grinning, imagining how flushed Taemin’s face would be.
“But you would like that, wouldn’t you?” Minho says instead and Taemin remains silent. “Silence means yes, Tae.”
Taemin remains silent for a while more, and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore his dick. “I’m coming over.” Taemin says, and then the line’s dead. Minho smiles to himself, ignoring the half-finished essay on his computer. That can wait, he thinks.
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