Come One, Come All
Come one, come all
R // JongTae&TaeKey&OnTae&2min // ~700 w
When Taemin likes it a little rough he goes to Jonghyun when the older boy is in the shower. Jonghyun likes to leave marks, feel skin digging within the compact spaces of his nails and some days Taemin thinks he doesn’t mind a few scratches. It’s always that first pang of pain due to the stretch without any sort of preparation beforehand that earns Jonghyun a stifled moan from Taemin. Taemin growls into the back of his hand, biting at whatever is loose enough to catch between his teeth and afterwards he sees himself in the mirror, realizing that not every red line on his body was caused by Jonghyun.
When Taemin has a little time to spare he searches for Kibum. Kibum likes to keep things clean and dress himself up for Taemin so Taemin makes sure to let Kibum know a few minutes earlier so that Kibum can get ready. Kibum, you see, likes it when his face is painted with layers of makeup and his legs aren’t hidden beneath skinnies, instead glorified in all of its smooth curves and tight skin through the shortest pair of miniskirts he was able to get a hold of that day from girl idol group members like Krystal or her sister Jessica or… anyone else who won’t dare ask why. Taemin would lock the both of them up in their manager’s room (given that the space is empty for their use, hence the planning beforehand as well) and Kibum would surprise him with his wig and his nail polish and from time to time when they had more time in their hands he’d bring a Taemin’s uniform in the mix. A scenario comes into play, something about Taemin having trouble in class and Kibum or as he likes to call himself in his clever disguise, Gwiboon was more than willing to offer a helping hand. Before much else Taemin would have his hyung pinned on the open pages of his books on the floor, legs spreading, clothes flying. Taemin sees himself in the mirror later that night, marks of lipstick left forlornly staining the corners of his mouth.
When Taemin is in the mood for something quick and dirty Jinki is always next to him, in the darkest parts of the dressing room, comfort rooms of restaurants and even in the back of their van. He’s still got a smile on his face, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth as the both of them lock eyes, Taemin’s belt coming undone with the simplest of gestures. Jinki whispers in his ear how he’s never going to do this again, how this is going to be the last time. His declarations are merely temporary because Taemin works subtlety well and he knows that beneath all that professionalism and harmless façade, beneath the makeup and everything that comprises Onew was Jinki. And Jinki was a completely different person. Jinki liked it quick and dirty, the riskier the more passionate his kisses were, the faster his hands roam and unzip. Onew and Jinki were both careless, their actions see through and their words out of place but Jinki was the boy that no one else saw because everyone was blinded by Onew’s smile. Taemin joins the rest of them for dinner in the dorm and when Kibum asks him to pass the kimchi to Jinki he realizes that whether it be Onew or Jinki, he can’t look either of them in the eye over the table as he does so.
And when Taemin wants to feel beautiful he goes to Minho. Because Minho loves the way Taemin says hyung as his voice trembles, as his body tenses and his head snaps back. Minho loves the way his veins would draw green and blue on Taemin’s stretched neck, his hips still gyrating selfishly as he steals every release for himself. Minho loves seeing Taemin spent and sweating on his sheets, loves the way Taemin tries to catch his breath so he ignores Minho for while, pushing hair out of his eyes. And Minho feels proud lying next to a panting, sweating, naked Taemin in the dark because it’s as if he’s allowed to appreciate something so magnificent that he created and he cannot believe that he was the cause of any of it, that he had managed to make this happen. After a few minutes Taemin’s breathing evens but he doesn’t feel as beautiful as he once did. Because he knows that when Minho stares at the mirror tomorrow he’ll see his flames dying out into the form of a notch on Taemin’s bed post.
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R // JongTae&TaeKey&OnTae&2min // ~700 w
When Taemin likes it a little rough he goes to Jonghyun when the older boy is in the shower. Jonghyun likes to leave marks, feel skin digging within the compact spaces of his nails and some days Taemin thinks he doesn’t mind a few scratches. It’s always that first pang of pain due to the stretch without any sort of preparation beforehand that earns Jonghyun a stifled moan from Taemin. Taemin growls into the back of his hand, biting at whatever is loose enough to catch between his teeth and afterwards he sees himself in the mirror, realizing that not every red line on his body was caused by Jonghyun.
When Taemin has a little time to spare he searches for Kibum. Kibum likes to keep things clean and dress himself up for Taemin so Taemin makes sure to let Kibum know a few minutes earlier so that Kibum can get ready. Kibum, you see, likes it when his face is painted with layers of makeup and his legs aren’t hidden beneath skinnies, instead glorified in all of its smooth curves and tight skin through the shortest pair of miniskirts he was able to get a hold of that day from girl idol group members like Krystal or her sister Jessica or… anyone else who won’t dare ask why. Taemin would lock the both of them up in their manager’s room (given that the space is empty for their use, hence the planning beforehand as well) and Kibum would surprise him with his wig and his nail polish and from time to time when they had more time in their hands he’d bring a Taemin’s uniform in the mix. A scenario comes into play, something about Taemin having trouble in class and Kibum or as he likes to call himself in his clever disguise, Gwiboon was more than willing to offer a helping hand. Before much else Taemin would have his hyung pinned on the open pages of his books on the floor, legs spreading, clothes flying. Taemin sees himself in the mirror later that night, marks of lipstick left forlornly staining the corners of his mouth.
When Taemin is in the mood for something quick and dirty Jinki is always next to him, in the darkest parts of the dressing room, comfort rooms of restaurants and even in the back of their van. He’s still got a smile on his face, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth as the both of them lock eyes, Taemin’s belt coming undone with the simplest of gestures. Jinki whispers in his ear how he’s never going to do this again, how this is going to be the last time. His declarations are merely temporary because Taemin works subtlety well and he knows that beneath all that professionalism and harmless façade, beneath the makeup and everything that comprises Onew was Jinki. And Jinki was a completely different person. Jinki liked it quick and dirty, the riskier the more passionate his kisses were, the faster his hands roam and unzip. Onew and Jinki were both careless, their actions see through and their words out of place but Jinki was the boy that no one else saw because everyone was blinded by Onew’s smile. Taemin joins the rest of them for dinner in the dorm and when Kibum asks him to pass the kimchi to Jinki he realizes that whether it be Onew or Jinki, he can’t look either of them in the eye over the table as he does so.
And when Taemin wants to feel beautiful he goes to Minho. Because Minho loves the way Taemin says hyung as his voice trembles, as his body tenses and his head snaps back. Minho loves the way his veins would draw green and blue on Taemin’s stretched neck, his hips still gyrating selfishly as he steals every release for himself. Minho loves seeing Taemin spent and sweating on his sheets, loves the way Taemin tries to catch his breath so he ignores Minho for while, pushing hair out of his eyes. And Minho feels proud lying next to a panting, sweating, naked Taemin in the dark because it’s as if he’s allowed to appreciate something so magnificent that he created and he cannot believe that he was the cause of any of it, that he had managed to make this happen. After a few minutes Taemin’s breathing evens but he doesn’t feel as beautiful as he once did. Because he knows that when Minho stares at the mirror tomorrow he’ll see his flames dying out into the form of a notch on Taemin’s bed post.
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