Onhohoho Epilogue
Author: kpopforlife
Word Count: 5709
Rating: PG-13 (Jong likes to make inappropriate jokes)
Pairing/Focus: Onho
Genre: Fluff, romance, humor
Summary: Onew is a little bit in love with the new guy at school. Now all he has to do is figure out how to make the said new guy talk to him.
A/N: Unbeta because I have a beta but I haven't started using and abusing her just yet...
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No matter how many times they kissed the fireworks in Onew’s head never seemed to subside because Minho’s lips simply tasted heavenly against his own. It was far from their first kiss, they had been dating for quite some time now after all. However, there was something so perfect about it that Onew couldn’t quite get used to.
There was a problem however, the endless lip-lock sessions had only served to create a thick air of sexual tension between the two, and Onew was tired. He was tired of pretending like he was okay with their severe lack of physical intimacy, he was tired of trying to hide his painfully hard erection every time Minho so much as looked at him anymore and he was really tired of his right hand.
While Onew was a ‘prude’ according to Jonghyun, it was Minho that was the real problem. The younger boy was just so respectful of Onew, even when the older boy didn’t really want him to be. But he had planned to change that. He was tired of waiting and he knew his boyfriend was too.
Minho was always so gentle but Onew could taste the desire, the need that he was desperately trying to keep reined in. Simply knowing that Minho cared about him enough to wait until he was ready, that Minho respected Onew enough to keep things PG; it made the older boy want him all the more.
Onew’s fingers found their way into Minho’s soft hair, gripping it gently and leaning into the kiss, parting his lips just a bit more, inviting Minho’s tongue to invade his mouth. The younger responded eagerly, wrapping a strong arm around Onew’s waist to pull him closer, both enjoying the sensual slide of tongues against each others, pulling back only to tug at an already swollen lip or place a tender kiss against red, abused flesh. Onew felt safe encased in Minho’s strong arms. He belonged there. Their lips fit together perfectly, synchronized flawlessly after hours of practice.
However, as much as Onew was enjoying their little make out session, Minho’s hands stubbornly failed to move anywhere beyond his hip. And Onew really wanted to feel those calloused fingers other places, preferably underneath his clothing.
Onew took a deep, ragged breath, willing himself to calm down. While his mind was resolute, he was still nervous. It was scary to open himself up in such a real and literal way to another person, even one he cared about as much as Minho. However, Onew was a stubborn as ever as he decided to drop the subtle tactics and shifted so that he was more on Minho’s lap than not. Minho’s eyes shot open in surprise, trying to pull back in confusion but Onew tightened his grip on the younger boy’s hair, keeping their mouths connected.
Minho seemed to get the message, leaning in and pulling Onew closer eagerly, allowing Onew to practically straddle him as his other arm began to run up Onew’s back before his blunt nails scraped against Onew’s thin cotton tee-shirt on their way back down.
Onew shivered as Minho’s hand slipped under the back of his shirt, resting on the small of his back gently, waiting for a signal from Onew that it was okay.
It was more than okay.
Onew pulled back slightly, only to continue kissing down Minho’s sharp jaw, letting his tongue linger on the smooth flesh.
“H-hyung, you have to tell me when you want me to stop,” Minho said, panting slightly.
Onew bit teasingly at Minho’s earlobe, his voice low and sounding far more sensual than usual as he whispered, “I don’t want you to stop Minho-ah.”
Minho growled deep in his throat at Onew’s breathy tone, quickly flipping them so that Onew’s back was pressed into the mattress and Minho began kissing him with renewed vigor. Onew gasped as Minho’s knee brushed against him when the younger boy placed one of his long legs in-between Onew’s, forcing him to spread his legs wider in order to accommodate. Minho planted one arm next to Onew’s head, supporting all his weight as his other slid effortlessly beneath the fabric of the older boy’s shirt once again. His fingers splayed out across Onew’s smooth skin, caressing his soft flesh as he if were trying to touch every inch of the older boy.
Onew slid his hands beneath the flimsy fabric of Minho's shirt, his fingers grazing against the younger boy’s muscular stomach teasingly, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
"Hyung, are you really sure you want to-" Minho trailed off suggestively, looking down at the older boy, his large eyes swimming with uncertainty but laced with a burning desire for more, more, more. Onew bit his lip, his face showing nothing but trust and adoration as he nodded nervously, sliding his hand up the younger boy's side, pulling his tee shirt up with it.
Minho smiled gently, leaning down to kiss him softly, pulling that pouty bottom lip between his teeth. Onew's eyes fluttered closed, he allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of skin against skin, the gentle puffs of Minho’s warm breath against his cheek while their mouths move together effortlessly. An embarrassingly heavy breath (he refused to admit to moaning) fell from his lips when Minho’s mouth migrated down his jaw line, lingering on the sensitive flesh of his neck.
Onew tried to keep his breathing level but it was getting exceedingly difficult with Minho’s perfect lips moving down to his collarbone, sucking and nipping in the most pleasurable way.
Onew was beyond grateful once again for Key’s excellent wardrobe choice-the low v-neck showcased his sharply protruding collarbones perfectly and showed just enough skin to be tantalizing- as Minho grazed his teeth across his sensitive flesh, tasting him in all the right places.
When Minho purposely brushed his leg against Onew through the annoyingly present fabric of his pants, the older boy couldn't bite back his needy whine. Onew could practically feel Minho’s smirking against his chest and he would have been annoyed if he weren't so turned on because damn that felt good.
His fingers that had been resting comfortably on the small of the younger boy’s back began working their way up once again, with more purpose this time. Minho, all too eager to comply, sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. His wavy hair was a tousled mess, pieces sticking to his sweaty forehead erratically.
Onew simply took a moment to admire the younger boy, the way his firm, sculpted chest was heaving with every deep, ragged breath he took and how his strong arms were quivering with effort of holding himself up as they caged Onew’s head.
"Hyung," Minho called softly, causing Onew, whose eyes had previously been feasting on Minho’s chiseled abs, to snap up. "You are staring," Minho said with a playful smile.
"I was not!" Onew protested, his cheeks tinged pink at being caught blatantly ogling the younger boy.
Minho chuckled, lowering himself so their chests were flush against each other, their lips just barely grazing before he whispered, "Jinki-ah, it is really cute when you blush."
"I'm not blushing,” Onew muttered defiantly, regardless of his words his cheeks darkened even more from hearing Minho call him by his name. The younger only spoke so informally to him when they were like this, close, intimate in the rudimentary definition of the word. It made his nerves spike pleasantly just hearing it. He weaved his fingers into Minho’s hair to pull him closer, connecting their mouths once again.
Minho wasted no time in slipping his hands under Onew’s shirt, pushing it up slowly. Onew sat up slightly, allowing space between himself and the mattress so his shirt could slide smoothly over his broad shoulders.
He repressed a shudder as Minho began to eye his naked skin hungrily.
“Now who is staring,” Onew mumbled, but Minho ignored him, too intent on drinking him in. Onew squirmed uncomfortably and Minho seemed to get the message, leaning down to kiss the smooth flesh oh his chest, pausing only to suck deep red marks into Onew’s otherwise flawless skin.
Minho’s large hands gently caressed his flat stomach, the younger boy growled deep in his throat as he fingers explored the defined curve of Onew’s waist, pressing the pads of his fingers into the supple flesh.
He paused as his fingers landed on the waistband of Onew’s jeans, looking down at the older boy for confirmation.
Onew sat up slightly only to slide his hand to the front of Minho’s pants as well, popping the button and pulling the zipper down without reservation. Minho let out a breathy moan at the action; pressing their lips together again as Onew’s fingers began pushing the heavy material down Minho’s narrow hips.
Minho did the same to Onew, struggling slightly to pull the tight fabric off of his thick limbs.
"Hyung why do you always wear such tight pants?" Minho questioned, frustration evident in his tone.
Onew blushed again, "Key forces me to."
Minho laughed, "In that case I'm surprised you can even breathe."
"I can't," Onew muttered, kicking at the pants still bunched around his ankles.
"Hyung, you shouldn’t let Kibum dress you anymore.”
“I never heard any complaints before.”
Minho thought for a moment, “Well, not that you don’t look great or anything but it really isn’t necessary. Besides, it makes it really hard for me to hold myself back when we are in public.”
“Like our first date?” Onew asked with a knowing smirk.
“Exactly like our first date.”
Onew flushed, chuckling lightly, "I thought you were going to jump me right there in front of the stadium."
"I almost did," Minho whispered, his lips returning to Onew’s chest as his tongue peaking out to flick at the older boys hard nipple, ripping a surprised groan from his throat.
Minho hooked his fingers under the thick elastic of Onew’s boxers, starting to slide the soft fabric slowly off his hips, lips following the trail his hands had laid out to kiss at his sharp hipbones as they slowly appeared.
Onew bit his lip nervously, he suddenly felt so self-conscious at the thought of being completely bare in front of Minho; suddenly it made everything seem so much more real.
He was about to have sex with Choi Minho.
Sex.
The end-all be-all of intimacy.
This was as far as a relationship could go physically. There was nothing else. He knew after this point there was no second-guessing and no going back. And while he knew he wanted his first time to be with Minho, and Lord-knows he had waited long enough; he was still a bit nervous. It was scary giving yourself up to someone, even when he was with someone he cared about and who cared about him in return, the insecurities were still there.
Minho noticed the sudden terror that flashed through Onew’s eyes, causing the older boy to tense completely and Minho consequently froze.
He sat up, looking down at Onew with concern, "Hyung we don't have to do anything. It's okay," he reinforced his words by moving to lie next to Onew rather than on top of him and moved his hands to Onew’s smooth waist and away from his last article of clothing.
"No Minho-ah! It's not that. I want to, I just..." Onew trailed off, avoiding meeting Minho’s gaze.
Minho gripped his jaw gently, forcing Onew’s chin up to meet his eyes, "Hyung what is it?"
"I’m just nervous! I've never done this before and I have no idea what I'm doing. How does this even work? Not like, the mechanics. I get that part. I just mean, how do we do this? Do you top? Do I? I'm scared that it going to hurt or I’m going to hurt you or that it won't be good for you because I have no idea what I'm doing. So how do we decide? We have never talked about it so I don’t know. Are we just supposed to go with the flow? Rock, paper, scissors? What? And it's a little nerve racking to be naked in front of you okay! How can I not feel self-conscious when I have to look at your stupid perfection!” Onew exclaimed, making a fluttering motion with his hand towards Minho’s toned abs and chest to reiterate his point. “My god you should be like dipped in bronze and on display somewhere because you are too flawless to be real. I practically eat potato chips for a living and I’m pretty sure the only way to get a body that perfect is to do crunches in your sleep! I’m just so average and plain and flabby and I honestly have no idea why you like me because you could literally have anyone," Onew finally paused his rant, taking a deep breath, his eyes scanning Minho’s to gauge the younger boys reaction.
Before Onew had a chance to stress about it more Minho erupted into a fit of laughter.
Onew stared at him, confused and maybe a little bit hurt. While it could have been worded a bit more eloquently, his words were honest and a real source of stress for him, and yet Minho was laughing. Nothing about this situation was funny. Not in the slightest.
"I'm sorry hyung. It isn't funny; it's just that you are so cute sometimes. That is what you are stressing about? I'm over here, scared shitless that I am pressuring you into this, that people will find out about us and something will happen to Taemin or worse, to you, I'm seriously freaking out right now, and you are worried because you don't have abs?" Minho gently ran his fingers though Onew’s hair as he spoke, a soft, amused smile still on his lips.
Onew smiled, letting out a breathy laugh, "I guess it is kind of silly."
"It is silly because you are perfect just the way you are. How can you not see that?" Minho asked as he ran his hands soothingly up and down the soft flesh of Onew’s waist, fingers gentle and reassuring. "Hyung you keep forgetting, I'm new at this too. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing either and I am terrified that I will do something wrong."
"So I'm worried about nothing?" Onew whispered, a sheepish smile on his face as he avoided looking at Minho.
Minho smiled softly, pecking him on the lips before wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest, "No, not nothing, but it is just something we will have to figure out together. So why don’t we talk about it now because rock, paper, scissors seems a bit juvenile considering the circumstances,” Minho’s gentle smile reassuring.
“I- Okay so… talk,” Onew said, immediately regretting his emotional outburst because the only thing more embarrassing than laying in bed while half-naked with his gorgeous boyfriend and a raging hard-on was adding an awkward sex talk into the mix.
“Hyung do you really want this? Are you sure you are ready? Because I will wait as long as you want. No pressure.” Minho’s tone was calm and honest, Onew knew he was serious and that Minho would still be there, even if they stopped now.
"I don't want to stop," he whispered.
"Are you sure about this?" Minho questioned, uncertainty laced in his tone even more than before.
"I'm sure about you.”
Minho smiled gently at his words, “well then Jinki-ah, how do you want to do it?”
“Umm… I want to not have this conversation ever,” Onew mumbled.
“Well then I guess we aren’t having sex, ever,” Minho responded with an eye roll.
Onew glared at him, his rock-hard dick not liking the sound of that one little bit.
“It isn’t something to be embarrassed about, just tell me, when you think about us together, how do you see it?” Minho asked, their bodies pressed close together as his fingers softly dancing over Onew’s stomach as he spoke, subtly distracting Onew from his own crippling embarrassment.
“I- I see it both ways,” he finally muttered, biting his lip as he dared to sneak a glance at Minho. Was this really happening? Were they really having this candid conversation about the mechanics of their soon-to-be sex life? And did he just admit to his boyfriend that he fantasized about them having sex?
Minho only smiled, “Me too hyung.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Then…”
“Then you just have to decide which way you want to do it first,” Minho replied with a smirk.
“Why do I always have to decide?”
“Because it is about you hyung.”
“It’s supposed to be about us. So what do you want?”
“I- honestly? I’m a bit scared,” Minho said softly, his eyes trailing down Onew’s chest only to stop at the gray fabric of his boxers, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as his eyes took in the sight of Onew’s rather impressive bulge.
Onew’s eyes followed the same path, blushing a bit as he looked down at himself, still noticeably aroused despite the mood-killer of a conversation they were having, and an embarrassingly obvious wet spot seeping through the fabric over the head of his clearly outlined penis.
“Well, I guess it’s decided then,” Onew muttered, shifting uncomfortably because Minho was still staring at him.
“Is that what you want hyung?”
“Yeah.”
The tension still tangible in the room as Minho’s lips found his again. Their usual effortless rhythm temporarily lost as they both tried to fall back into the moment. Thankfully it didn’t take long before their hormones were calling the shots again and the awkward air forgotten.
There was no hesitation this time as they both slid their boxers down, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor.
Onew’s breath hitched as Minho’s firm body hovered over his once again, but his apprehension seemed vanished when he felt Minho's hard length brush against his thigh, causing Minho to make the most delicious noise he had ever heard. Maybe it really did help to talk about things because despite the newness and inevitable awkwardness of their situation, Onew felt much more comfortable now. They were both on the same page. They both knew where they stood and what to expect. It made some of the fear ease from his mind.
The deep guttural groan that fell from Minho’s lips sent a shiver down Onew’s spine and made him ache in the worst way just to hear it again. Large palms slid up Onew’s thigh, pushing his legs further apart to make room for the younger boy to settle between them. Onew allowed his hands to wander, feeling all the deliciously smooth skin in front of him that was simply begging to be touched. It gave him a warm feeling inside to know that it was all his to touch. Minho was his and only his.
It was definitely strange being with another man. Not that Onew had ever been with a woman either, but that was hardly the point. The point was that while he had seen many naked men before, he had only ever felt his own anatomy. Minho felt different. And it was definitely strange to feel the firm, smooth head of Minho’s dick rubbing against his leg with their every movement. However, he definitely liked this new level of intimate when his own hardening length was brushing against Minho’s firm stomach. Despite the awkwardness, he decided that he could get used to this because he had never felt anything so fantastic in his life.
Their lips connected once again, their actions laced with renewed need and a sense of urgency that neither quite understood. But Onew wasn't about to complain as Minho’s hand began trailing dangerously low, until it was ever so lightly encircling his length and giving him a torturously gently stroke. He bit back a moan, wrapping his arms around Minho’s back and running his fingers down, his nails digging in as Minho’s grip tightened around him.
Onew let his fingers rack down Minho’s chest, feeling the subtle outline of his abs as he slowly continued further south. Their mouths slotting together messily as Onew’s palm met Minho’s hard length, letting his fingers get used to the feeling. While the angle was obviously off, at least this was a part of the process Onew was already familiar with. He knew how to make himself feel good so it was simple enough to use his knowledge to make Minho feel good as well. If the sounds Minho was making were anything to go by it was working as the two boys clumsily explored each other.
All too soon Minho pulled back, gently pushing Onew’s hand away only to slide down the older boy’s torso. He stopped when his face was level with Onew’s impressive length before staring up with his big doe eyes through the curtain of his long lashes.
"Hyung, can I..."
Onew tried not to stutter, "I don't know, do you want to?" He honestly had no idea how to respond because, yes, he wanted it, but he didn’t want Minho to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
Minho gave no response, instead he turned his eyes back onto Onew’s rock-hard member, giving it a few firm strokes, gaining confidence from the mewls of pleasure coming from the older boy, tentatively darted his tongue out to taste him.
Onew shuddered as Minho sunk down further; taking more of him into the heat of his mouth that was almost unbearable.
While Onew had absolutely nothing to compare it to, he was pretty sure this was the best blowjob ever. Minho was a bit sloppy because of his inexperience, saliva starting to run down his length far below what the younger boy was able to fit into his mouth, but it only made his fist glide smoother up and down in tandem with his mouth and his attempts at sucking were more teasing than satisfying. In short, it was perfect.
He tried not to thrust but the need for more was practically overpowering. The positive reaction seemed to give Minho confidence, the younger being a bit more purposeful; running is tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his penis that had Onew keening in pleasure.
The way Minho’s tongue was tracing erratic patterns up the side before he began sucking deeply onto the head was making all brain function short-circuit.
As Onew began to feel the familiar tightening in his stomach Minho pulled back, and slowly began kissing and nipping his way back up the older boy’s torso.
Minho’s cheeks glowed in embarrassment and his lips were red and puffy but the absolute debauched state that Onew was in seemed to give him the confidence to continue.
"Hyung do you have any… anything?" He asked, whispering in Onew’s ear.
Onew’s pointed to his desk, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Minho smiled encouragingly, sliding off the bed to make his way across the room.
He grabbed the small tube and quickly made his way back, his hands running down the sweat-slicked skin of Onew’s stomach as he straddled the older boy once again as if he couldn’t help but touch him.
Minho popped the cap, slicking up his fingers as he kissed a trail up Onew’s thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the supple flesh to calm him.
He sat up, claiming Onew’s lips again before whispering, "Hyung, tell me if it hurts and I'll slow down okay."
The younger boy waited for Onew to nod in understanding before he slipped a finger inside, watching as Onew’s eyes slid closed at the new sensation.
While it was weird and rather uncomfortable, it didn't hurt. Onew was still more focused on the fact that Minho was inside him rather than thinking about how strange it was. Minho pumped his finger slowly, his mouth dragging lazily over any piece of Onew’s flesh that he could reach as he slowly worked him open.
"It's okay Minho-ah," Onew said with a nod and a small, forced smile.
Minho’s lips moved to Onew’s collarbone, sucking deeply as he pressed another finger inside.
Onew bit his lip hard; his eyes squinted shut as Minho’s long fingers filled him, trying to prepare him for something much bigger. It was more than uncomfortable now, bordering painful, but Minho was slow and gentle with him, giving him more than enough time to relax into the new sensations.
"Breathe hyung."
Onew nodded, trying to relax his muscles by taking deep breaths.
Minho began scissoring his fingers, stretching him as slow as possible.
A loud gasp fell from Onew’s lips as Minho brushed against his prostrate for the first time, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine.
Onew bit back a groan as the younger boy’s fingers pressed purposefully against it once again. He had never felt anything so powerful, so all-consuming. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All he could focus on was how much he wanted to feel that again. How much he never wanted it to end.
Now that Onew was thoroughly distracted, Minho slid a third finger inside, stretching him as wide as possible. When Onew continued to make pleasurable sounds Minho slowly pulled his fingers out.
Onew was gasping for air, his chest heaving and he was glistening with sweat. He had no idea it would feel that good. He had read things, even attempted to watch a video (he was much too embarrassed to get very far into it however) but nothing could have prepared him for that. While at first he was groaning at being so uncomfortably filled, now his body was protesting being so empty without Minho’s fingers. He wanted to feel stretched, full. He wanted to feel that spike of blinding pleasure once again. He wanted Minho inside him.
Minho quickly applied some lube to his hand once again and wrapped it around himself.
"Do you want to, ummm, be on top? I’ve read about- I just think it would be easier, you know, for you."
Onew nodded, too aroused to even think of being embarrassed. He sat up slowly, his limbs still shaking with the aftershocks of his pleasure.
Minho laid down, his member rock hard, red and pulsating with need as
Onew straddled him. He braced his hand on Minho’s shoulder, the other wrapped around Minho’s girth to guide the thick cock towards his entrance.
When the tip had slipped past Onew’s tight entrance, the older boy placed his hand on Minho’s stomach, feeling the muscles clinched tightly with effort as he steadied himself.
"Oh shit hyung," Minho groaned, his usually gentle fingers digging almost painfully into the soft flesh of Onew’s hip.
He slid down slowly, ever so slowly, panting hard as he finally settled against Minho’s pelvis, fully seated, sweat rolling down his skin from the effort. He tried to keep down the pained groan that was working its way up his throat. He knew it would hurt but damn that was worse than anything he had imagined.
He slumped against Minho’s chest, his forehead pressed into his shoulder, his hair sticking to their sweaty skin as he tried to relax his muscles, breath hitching in his throat every time Minho moved even the slightest bit.
"Hyung, Jinki, oh god, you feel so good," Minho moaned, running his nose up the column of Onew’s neck, lips skimming distractedly over any skin he could reach. “Are you okay baby? Talk to me.”
“It- it hurts but it’s alright,” Onew mumbled quietly, not wanting to worry Minho unnecessarily. He took a little time to compose himself, allowing his body to adjust before taking a deep, calming breath. Then he started to move, slowly drawing up just a bit before allowing gravity to pull him back down; gasping at the feeling of Minho sliding inside him. It was beyond his wildest imagination. He was so full, so stretched, far more than just the younger boy’s fingers, but it felt so right. Despite the pain it felt good, perfect, but maybe that was only because he was with Minho.
He ignored the still very-present ache, focusing on Minho and only Minho as he repeated the motion. The groan that was released deep on Minho’s throat gave Onew the push to continue, repeating the action to hear more of those sounds from the boy beneath him.
He simply focused of continuing to move, relishing the sensation of Minho’s hands sliding all over his bare skin. Their foreheads were pressed together; lips searching blindly and their sweaty skin making the sheets stick to them.
Onew rolled his hips experimentally, more than satisfied with the sounds Minho was making as the he began grinding against the younger after every controlled thrust.
Onew could see how tense Minho was, it was taking all his effort to keep from thrusting up into him but as the pain slipped away he let his insecurities fall away as well. He drew himself up until only the tip remaining inside him before he stopped, his thighs quivering with the effort of holding himself up.
Minho whined deep in his throat at the sudden lack of sensation, "Hyung please," he begged shamelessly.
"Minho-ah, f-fuck me," Onew whispered, his voice breathy and low.
An animalistic growl feel from Minho’s lips, not needing to be told twice he gripped Onew’s waist firmly, pushing him down as his own hips shot up, thrusting into him. His pace much harder and faster than the one Onew had set.
Onew moaned wantonly at the roughness, bracing his hands against younger boy’s shoulders to keep himself from pitching forward.
Minho flipped their bodies without warning, pressing Onew into the mattress before hitching those thick thighs around his waist. The previous gentleness was gone, completely replaced with a lustful need as he pressed back inside, driving in hard and fast.
A whimper pushed passed Onew’s lips. The new position made everything feel different than before. Minho felt so much bigger this way, if that was even possible. Even after his body had adjusted, the sudden change made him feel everything in a new way all over again. With the pain completely gone all he could feel was how hard Minho was, how deep inside each stroke was reaching, and it had Onew keening with pleasure. He hooked his ankles and digging his heels into the small of Minho’s back, trying to pull him in impossibly deeper. His back arched almost painfully as his prostate was deliciously abused by Minho’s firm thrusts.
"Jinki-ah it's- it's good, right?" Minho tried to ask, their combined chorus of moans making it difficult to articulate or hear anything coherent.
Rather than trying to talk, Onew wrapped his arms around the younger boys neck, kissing him without reserve and biting a trail down his neck, thoroughly liking the idea of marking Minho as his.
Onew didn’t want it to end. It was his first taste of carnal pleasure and it was far surpassing his expectations. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure however. It was intimacy. He felt close to Minho on a level they had never been before. It had a little bit to do with the fact that Minho was literally inside him but had a lot more to do with the fact that they were doing this together. Exploring each other. Giving everything to the other. They were each other’s firsts and nothing would ever change that. However, despite the significance of their union, their inexperience began to show quickly, as they were both near climaxing after such a short time regardless of how much they wanted this feeling to last.
Minho’s thrusts became erratic and so hard, Onew let out a cry, but from pain or pleasure he wasn't sure. The two sensations seemed to be one in the same anymore and it was wonderful, perfect, but then the younger boy curled his fingers around Onew’s aching erection and the older boy was simply done for.
His whole body went ridged as his orgasm hit him, releasing into Minho’s hand and painting their stomachs with the thick substance.
Minho followed quickly after, his teeth sinking into Onew’s shoulder to stifle a cry as he released inside of him.
Minho’s hips slowed to a stop, breathing hard as his eyes cracked open to meet Onew’s.
"Jinki-ah are you okay?" Minho asked, still a little breathless as his hand brushing Onew’s sweaty bangs out of his face gently.
Onew nodded, giving Minho a weak smile. His body still wrecked with pleasure, his muscles involuntarily clinching tightly around Minho causing the younger’s breath to hitch.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough,” Minho said, his fingers gliding down Onew’s delicate face, tracing his soft features lovingly. Minho let out a breathy sigh as he pulled out slowly, both boys wincing slightly at the action before he rolled onto his side with a sigh, wrapping an arm protectively around Onew’s waist and pulling him close.
“Minho-ah,” Onew began with a small chuckle, “Did it sound like I minded?”
Minho simply smiled fondly at him.
Onew rested his cheek against Minho’s firm chest, sighing in contentment as the younger boy buried his nose into his soft hair, both boys taking a moment to bask in the afterglow of their orgasms.
"That was… that was good." Minho finally muttered.
Onew chuckled, humming in agreement, "I think that's an understatement."
"But really, I didn't hurt you did I?"
Onew leaned up, connecting their lips in a lazy kiss, "I'm fine Minho-ah."
"Thanks hyung."
"For what?"
"For everything. For never giving up on me. I’m sorry it took me so long, we could have done this ages ago if I hadn’t been so stubborn,” Minho said with a joking smile, trying to mask his serious words.
Onew shot him that blindingly beautiful smile, turning in Minho’s strong embrace to kiss him deeper, the emotion dripping from both of their lips.
"Minho-ah," Onew whispered as he pulled away, biting his lip cutely when he started blushing, "Can we, umm…"
"What is it hyung?" Minho eyes him worriedly.
"Can we do it again?"
All together now... awwww
Onho being awkward and smutty is adorable if I do say so myself
I honestly started writing this part during like chapter 3. Because I have zero self control.
So anyway, this is the end
The end end
It's been fun
Thank you all for sticking with me
For taking the time to read and for loving this story almost as much as I do
Thanks for putting up with me when I get all crazy and stupid and incoherent (like right now)
It means more to me than you will probably ever know
And I hope you all stick around for the next project my brain decides to spit out
Hopefully I can continue to improve in my writing and show myself (and all of you) something different
Now I sound like the back cover of the book jacket.... 'and i'd like to thank my mom for always supporting me...'
No but really, thanks and i'm going to stop talking now
I will never be good at this whole end of a fic idea...
THANKS GUYS!
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Word Count: 5709
Rating: PG-13 (Jong likes to make inappropriate jokes)
Pairing/Focus: Onho
Genre: Fluff, romance, humor
Summary: Onew is a little bit in love with the new guy at school. Now all he has to do is figure out how to make the said new guy talk to him.
A/N: Unbeta because I have a beta but I haven't started using and abusing her just yet...
Prev
No matter how many times they kissed the fireworks in Onew’s head never seemed to subside because Minho’s lips simply tasted heavenly against his own. It was far from their first kiss, they had been dating for quite some time now after all. However, there was something so perfect about it that Onew couldn’t quite get used to.
There was a problem however, the endless lip-lock sessions had only served to create a thick air of sexual tension between the two, and Onew was tired. He was tired of pretending like he was okay with their severe lack of physical intimacy, he was tired of trying to hide his painfully hard erection every time Minho so much as looked at him anymore and he was really tired of his right hand.
While Onew was a ‘prude’ according to Jonghyun, it was Minho that was the real problem. The younger boy was just so respectful of Onew, even when the older boy didn’t really want him to be. But he had planned to change that. He was tired of waiting and he knew his boyfriend was too.
Minho was always so gentle but Onew could taste the desire, the need that he was desperately trying to keep reined in. Simply knowing that Minho cared about him enough to wait until he was ready, that Minho respected Onew enough to keep things PG; it made the older boy want him all the more.
Onew’s fingers found their way into Minho’s soft hair, gripping it gently and leaning into the kiss, parting his lips just a bit more, inviting Minho’s tongue to invade his mouth. The younger responded eagerly, wrapping a strong arm around Onew’s waist to pull him closer, both enjoying the sensual slide of tongues against each others, pulling back only to tug at an already swollen lip or place a tender kiss against red, abused flesh. Onew felt safe encased in Minho’s strong arms. He belonged there. Their lips fit together perfectly, synchronized flawlessly after hours of practice.
However, as much as Onew was enjoying their little make out session, Minho’s hands stubbornly failed to move anywhere beyond his hip. And Onew really wanted to feel those calloused fingers other places, preferably underneath his clothing.
Onew took a deep, ragged breath, willing himself to calm down. While his mind was resolute, he was still nervous. It was scary to open himself up in such a real and literal way to another person, even one he cared about as much as Minho. However, Onew was a stubborn as ever as he decided to drop the subtle tactics and shifted so that he was more on Minho’s lap than not. Minho’s eyes shot open in surprise, trying to pull back in confusion but Onew tightened his grip on the younger boy’s hair, keeping their mouths connected.
Minho seemed to get the message, leaning in and pulling Onew closer eagerly, allowing Onew to practically straddle him as his other arm began to run up Onew’s back before his blunt nails scraped against Onew’s thin cotton tee-shirt on their way back down.
Onew shivered as Minho’s hand slipped under the back of his shirt, resting on the small of his back gently, waiting for a signal from Onew that it was okay.
It was more than okay.
Onew pulled back slightly, only to continue kissing down Minho’s sharp jaw, letting his tongue linger on the smooth flesh.
“H-hyung, you have to tell me when you want me to stop,” Minho said, panting slightly.
Onew bit teasingly at Minho’s earlobe, his voice low and sounding far more sensual than usual as he whispered, “I don’t want you to stop Minho-ah.”
Minho growled deep in his throat at Onew’s breathy tone, quickly flipping them so that Onew’s back was pressed into the mattress and Minho began kissing him with renewed vigor. Onew gasped as Minho’s knee brushed against him when the younger boy placed one of his long legs in-between Onew’s, forcing him to spread his legs wider in order to accommodate. Minho planted one arm next to Onew’s head, supporting all his weight as his other slid effortlessly beneath the fabric of the older boy’s shirt once again. His fingers splayed out across Onew’s smooth skin, caressing his soft flesh as he if were trying to touch every inch of the older boy.
Onew slid his hands beneath the flimsy fabric of Minho's shirt, his fingers grazing against the younger boy’s muscular stomach teasingly, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
"Hyung, are you really sure you want to-" Minho trailed off suggestively, looking down at the older boy, his large eyes swimming with uncertainty but laced with a burning desire for more, more, more. Onew bit his lip, his face showing nothing but trust and adoration as he nodded nervously, sliding his hand up the younger boy's side, pulling his tee shirt up with it.
Minho smiled gently, leaning down to kiss him softly, pulling that pouty bottom lip between his teeth. Onew's eyes fluttered closed, he allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of skin against skin, the gentle puffs of Minho’s warm breath against his cheek while their mouths move together effortlessly. An embarrassingly heavy breath (he refused to admit to moaning) fell from his lips when Minho’s mouth migrated down his jaw line, lingering on the sensitive flesh of his neck.
Onew tried to keep his breathing level but it was getting exceedingly difficult with Minho’s perfect lips moving down to his collarbone, sucking and nipping in the most pleasurable way.
Onew was beyond grateful once again for Key’s excellent wardrobe choice-the low v-neck showcased his sharply protruding collarbones perfectly and showed just enough skin to be tantalizing- as Minho grazed his teeth across his sensitive flesh, tasting him in all the right places.
When Minho purposely brushed his leg against Onew through the annoyingly present fabric of his pants, the older boy couldn't bite back his needy whine. Onew could practically feel Minho’s smirking against his chest and he would have been annoyed if he weren't so turned on because damn that felt good.
His fingers that had been resting comfortably on the small of the younger boy’s back began working their way up once again, with more purpose this time. Minho, all too eager to comply, sat up and pulled the shirt over his head. His wavy hair was a tousled mess, pieces sticking to his sweaty forehead erratically.
Onew simply took a moment to admire the younger boy, the way his firm, sculpted chest was heaving with every deep, ragged breath he took and how his strong arms were quivering with effort of holding himself up as they caged Onew’s head.
"Hyung," Minho called softly, causing Onew, whose eyes had previously been feasting on Minho’s chiseled abs, to snap up. "You are staring," Minho said with a playful smile.
"I was not!" Onew protested, his cheeks tinged pink at being caught blatantly ogling the younger boy.
Minho chuckled, lowering himself so their chests were flush against each other, their lips just barely grazing before he whispered, "Jinki-ah, it is really cute when you blush."
"I'm not blushing,” Onew muttered defiantly, regardless of his words his cheeks darkened even more from hearing Minho call him by his name. The younger only spoke so informally to him when they were like this, close, intimate in the rudimentary definition of the word. It made his nerves spike pleasantly just hearing it. He weaved his fingers into Minho’s hair to pull him closer, connecting their mouths once again.
Minho wasted no time in slipping his hands under Onew’s shirt, pushing it up slowly. Onew sat up slightly, allowing space between himself and the mattress so his shirt could slide smoothly over his broad shoulders.
He repressed a shudder as Minho began to eye his naked skin hungrily.
“Now who is staring,” Onew mumbled, but Minho ignored him, too intent on drinking him in. Onew squirmed uncomfortably and Minho seemed to get the message, leaning down to kiss the smooth flesh oh his chest, pausing only to suck deep red marks into Onew’s otherwise flawless skin.
Minho’s large hands gently caressed his flat stomach, the younger boy growled deep in his throat as he fingers explored the defined curve of Onew’s waist, pressing the pads of his fingers into the supple flesh.
He paused as his fingers landed on the waistband of Onew’s jeans, looking down at the older boy for confirmation.
Onew sat up slightly only to slide his hand to the front of Minho’s pants as well, popping the button and pulling the zipper down without reservation. Minho let out a breathy moan at the action; pressing their lips together again as Onew’s fingers began pushing the heavy material down Minho’s narrow hips.
Minho did the same to Onew, struggling slightly to pull the tight fabric off of his thick limbs.
"Hyung why do you always wear such tight pants?" Minho questioned, frustration evident in his tone.
Onew blushed again, "Key forces me to."
Minho laughed, "In that case I'm surprised you can even breathe."
"I can't," Onew muttered, kicking at the pants still bunched around his ankles.
"Hyung, you shouldn’t let Kibum dress you anymore.”
“I never heard any complaints before.”
Minho thought for a moment, “Well, not that you don’t look great or anything but it really isn’t necessary. Besides, it makes it really hard for me to hold myself back when we are in public.”
“Like our first date?” Onew asked with a knowing smirk.
“Exactly like our first date.”
Onew flushed, chuckling lightly, "I thought you were going to jump me right there in front of the stadium."
"I almost did," Minho whispered, his lips returning to Onew’s chest as his tongue peaking out to flick at the older boys hard nipple, ripping a surprised groan from his throat.
Minho hooked his fingers under the thick elastic of Onew’s boxers, starting to slide the soft fabric slowly off his hips, lips following the trail his hands had laid out to kiss at his sharp hipbones as they slowly appeared.
Onew bit his lip nervously, he suddenly felt so self-conscious at the thought of being completely bare in front of Minho; suddenly it made everything seem so much more real.
He was about to have sex with Choi Minho.
Sex.
The end-all be-all of intimacy.
This was as far as a relationship could go physically. There was nothing else. He knew after this point there was no second-guessing and no going back. And while he knew he wanted his first time to be with Minho, and Lord-knows he had waited long enough; he was still a bit nervous. It was scary giving yourself up to someone, even when he was with someone he cared about and who cared about him in return, the insecurities were still there.
Minho noticed the sudden terror that flashed through Onew’s eyes, causing the older boy to tense completely and Minho consequently froze.
He sat up, looking down at Onew with concern, "Hyung we don't have to do anything. It's okay," he reinforced his words by moving to lie next to Onew rather than on top of him and moved his hands to Onew’s smooth waist and away from his last article of clothing.
"No Minho-ah! It's not that. I want to, I just..." Onew trailed off, avoiding meeting Minho’s gaze.
Minho gripped his jaw gently, forcing Onew’s chin up to meet his eyes, "Hyung what is it?"
"I’m just nervous! I've never done this before and I have no idea what I'm doing. How does this even work? Not like, the mechanics. I get that part. I just mean, how do we do this? Do you top? Do I? I'm scared that it going to hurt or I’m going to hurt you or that it won't be good for you because I have no idea what I'm doing. So how do we decide? We have never talked about it so I don’t know. Are we just supposed to go with the flow? Rock, paper, scissors? What? And it's a little nerve racking to be naked in front of you okay! How can I not feel self-conscious when I have to look at your stupid perfection!” Onew exclaimed, making a fluttering motion with his hand towards Minho’s toned abs and chest to reiterate his point. “My god you should be like dipped in bronze and on display somewhere because you are too flawless to be real. I practically eat potato chips for a living and I’m pretty sure the only way to get a body that perfect is to do crunches in your sleep! I’m just so average and plain and flabby and I honestly have no idea why you like me because you could literally have anyone," Onew finally paused his rant, taking a deep breath, his eyes scanning Minho’s to gauge the younger boys reaction.
Before Onew had a chance to stress about it more Minho erupted into a fit of laughter.
Onew stared at him, confused and maybe a little bit hurt. While it could have been worded a bit more eloquently, his words were honest and a real source of stress for him, and yet Minho was laughing. Nothing about this situation was funny. Not in the slightest.
"I'm sorry hyung. It isn't funny; it's just that you are so cute sometimes. That is what you are stressing about? I'm over here, scared shitless that I am pressuring you into this, that people will find out about us and something will happen to Taemin or worse, to you, I'm seriously freaking out right now, and you are worried because you don't have abs?" Minho gently ran his fingers though Onew’s hair as he spoke, a soft, amused smile still on his lips.
Onew smiled, letting out a breathy laugh, "I guess it is kind of silly."
"It is silly because you are perfect just the way you are. How can you not see that?" Minho asked as he ran his hands soothingly up and down the soft flesh of Onew’s waist, fingers gentle and reassuring. "Hyung you keep forgetting, I'm new at this too. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing either and I am terrified that I will do something wrong."
"So I'm worried about nothing?" Onew whispered, a sheepish smile on his face as he avoided looking at Minho.
Minho smiled softly, pecking him on the lips before wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest, "No, not nothing, but it is just something we will have to figure out together. So why don’t we talk about it now because rock, paper, scissors seems a bit juvenile considering the circumstances,” Minho’s gentle smile reassuring.
“I- Okay so… talk,” Onew said, immediately regretting his emotional outburst because the only thing more embarrassing than laying in bed while half-naked with his gorgeous boyfriend and a raging hard-on was adding an awkward sex talk into the mix.
“Hyung do you really want this? Are you sure you are ready? Because I will wait as long as you want. No pressure.” Minho’s tone was calm and honest, Onew knew he was serious and that Minho would still be there, even if they stopped now.
"I don't want to stop," he whispered.
"Are you sure about this?" Minho questioned, uncertainty laced in his tone even more than before.
"I'm sure about you.”
Minho smiled gently at his words, “well then Jinki-ah, how do you want to do it?”
“Umm… I want to not have this conversation ever,” Onew mumbled.
“Well then I guess we aren’t having sex, ever,” Minho responded with an eye roll.
Onew glared at him, his rock-hard dick not liking the sound of that one little bit.
“It isn’t something to be embarrassed about, just tell me, when you think about us together, how do you see it?” Minho asked, their bodies pressed close together as his fingers softly dancing over Onew’s stomach as he spoke, subtly distracting Onew from his own crippling embarrassment.
“I- I see it both ways,” he finally muttered, biting his lip as he dared to sneak a glance at Minho. Was this really happening? Were they really having this candid conversation about the mechanics of their soon-to-be sex life? And did he just admit to his boyfriend that he fantasized about them having sex?
Minho only smiled, “Me too hyung.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Then…”
“Then you just have to decide which way you want to do it first,” Minho replied with a smirk.
“Why do I always have to decide?”
“Because it is about you hyung.”
“It’s supposed to be about us. So what do you want?”
“I- honestly? I’m a bit scared,” Minho said softly, his eyes trailing down Onew’s chest only to stop at the gray fabric of his boxers, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as his eyes took in the sight of Onew’s rather impressive bulge.
Onew’s eyes followed the same path, blushing a bit as he looked down at himself, still noticeably aroused despite the mood-killer of a conversation they were having, and an embarrassingly obvious wet spot seeping through the fabric over the head of his clearly outlined penis.
“Well, I guess it’s decided then,” Onew muttered, shifting uncomfortably because Minho was still staring at him.
“Is that what you want hyung?”
“Yeah.”
The tension still tangible in the room as Minho’s lips found his again. Their usual effortless rhythm temporarily lost as they both tried to fall back into the moment. Thankfully it didn’t take long before their hormones were calling the shots again and the awkward air forgotten.
There was no hesitation this time as they both slid their boxers down, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor.
Onew’s breath hitched as Minho’s firm body hovered over his once again, but his apprehension seemed vanished when he felt Minho's hard length brush against his thigh, causing Minho to make the most delicious noise he had ever heard. Maybe it really did help to talk about things because despite the newness and inevitable awkwardness of their situation, Onew felt much more comfortable now. They were both on the same page. They both knew where they stood and what to expect. It made some of the fear ease from his mind.
The deep guttural groan that fell from Minho’s lips sent a shiver down Onew’s spine and made him ache in the worst way just to hear it again. Large palms slid up Onew’s thigh, pushing his legs further apart to make room for the younger boy to settle between them. Onew allowed his hands to wander, feeling all the deliciously smooth skin in front of him that was simply begging to be touched. It gave him a warm feeling inside to know that it was all his to touch. Minho was his and only his.
It was definitely strange being with another man. Not that Onew had ever been with a woman either, but that was hardly the point. The point was that while he had seen many naked men before, he had only ever felt his own anatomy. Minho felt different. And it was definitely strange to feel the firm, smooth head of Minho’s dick rubbing against his leg with their every movement. However, he definitely liked this new level of intimate when his own hardening length was brushing against Minho’s firm stomach. Despite the awkwardness, he decided that he could get used to this because he had never felt anything so fantastic in his life.
Their lips connected once again, their actions laced with renewed need and a sense of urgency that neither quite understood. But Onew wasn't about to complain as Minho’s hand began trailing dangerously low, until it was ever so lightly encircling his length and giving him a torturously gently stroke. He bit back a moan, wrapping his arms around Minho’s back and running his fingers down, his nails digging in as Minho’s grip tightened around him.
Onew let his fingers rack down Minho’s chest, feeling the subtle outline of his abs as he slowly continued further south. Their mouths slotting together messily as Onew’s palm met Minho’s hard length, letting his fingers get used to the feeling. While the angle was obviously off, at least this was a part of the process Onew was already familiar with. He knew how to make himself feel good so it was simple enough to use his knowledge to make Minho feel good as well. If the sounds Minho was making were anything to go by it was working as the two boys clumsily explored each other.
All too soon Minho pulled back, gently pushing Onew’s hand away only to slide down the older boy’s torso. He stopped when his face was level with Onew’s impressive length before staring up with his big doe eyes through the curtain of his long lashes.
"Hyung, can I..."
Onew tried not to stutter, "I don't know, do you want to?" He honestly had no idea how to respond because, yes, he wanted it, but he didn’t want Minho to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
Minho gave no response, instead he turned his eyes back onto Onew’s rock-hard member, giving it a few firm strokes, gaining confidence from the mewls of pleasure coming from the older boy, tentatively darted his tongue out to taste him.
Onew shuddered as Minho sunk down further; taking more of him into the heat of his mouth that was almost unbearable.
While Onew had absolutely nothing to compare it to, he was pretty sure this was the best blowjob ever. Minho was a bit sloppy because of his inexperience, saliva starting to run down his length far below what the younger boy was able to fit into his mouth, but it only made his fist glide smoother up and down in tandem with his mouth and his attempts at sucking were more teasing than satisfying. In short, it was perfect.
He tried not to thrust but the need for more was practically overpowering. The positive reaction seemed to give Minho confidence, the younger being a bit more purposeful; running is tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his penis that had Onew keening in pleasure.
The way Minho’s tongue was tracing erratic patterns up the side before he began sucking deeply onto the head was making all brain function short-circuit.
As Onew began to feel the familiar tightening in his stomach Minho pulled back, and slowly began kissing and nipping his way back up the older boy’s torso.
Minho’s cheeks glowed in embarrassment and his lips were red and puffy but the absolute debauched state that Onew was in seemed to give him the confidence to continue.
"Hyung do you have any… anything?" He asked, whispering in Onew’s ear.
Onew’s pointed to his desk, not trusting himself to speak just yet. Minho smiled encouragingly, sliding off the bed to make his way across the room.
He grabbed the small tube and quickly made his way back, his hands running down the sweat-slicked skin of Onew’s stomach as he straddled the older boy once again as if he couldn’t help but touch him.
Minho popped the cap, slicking up his fingers as he kissed a trail up Onew’s thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the supple flesh to calm him.
He sat up, claiming Onew’s lips again before whispering, "Hyung, tell me if it hurts and I'll slow down okay."
The younger boy waited for Onew to nod in understanding before he slipped a finger inside, watching as Onew’s eyes slid closed at the new sensation.
While it was weird and rather uncomfortable, it didn't hurt. Onew was still more focused on the fact that Minho was inside him rather than thinking about how strange it was. Minho pumped his finger slowly, his mouth dragging lazily over any piece of Onew’s flesh that he could reach as he slowly worked him open.
"It's okay Minho-ah," Onew said with a nod and a small, forced smile.
Minho’s lips moved to Onew’s collarbone, sucking deeply as he pressed another finger inside.
Onew bit his lip hard; his eyes squinted shut as Minho’s long fingers filled him, trying to prepare him for something much bigger. It was more than uncomfortable now, bordering painful, but Minho was slow and gentle with him, giving him more than enough time to relax into the new sensations.
"Breathe hyung."
Onew nodded, trying to relax his muscles by taking deep breaths.
Minho began scissoring his fingers, stretching him as slow as possible.
A loud gasp fell from Onew’s lips as Minho brushed against his prostrate for the first time, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine.
Onew bit back a groan as the younger boy’s fingers pressed purposefully against it once again. He had never felt anything so powerful, so all-consuming. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All he could focus on was how much he wanted to feel that again. How much he never wanted it to end.
Now that Onew was thoroughly distracted, Minho slid a third finger inside, stretching him as wide as possible. When Onew continued to make pleasurable sounds Minho slowly pulled his fingers out.
Onew was gasping for air, his chest heaving and he was glistening with sweat. He had no idea it would feel that good. He had read things, even attempted to watch a video (he was much too embarrassed to get very far into it however) but nothing could have prepared him for that. While at first he was groaning at being so uncomfortably filled, now his body was protesting being so empty without Minho’s fingers. He wanted to feel stretched, full. He wanted to feel that spike of blinding pleasure once again. He wanted Minho inside him.
Minho quickly applied some lube to his hand once again and wrapped it around himself.
"Do you want to, ummm, be on top? I’ve read about- I just think it would be easier, you know, for you."
Onew nodded, too aroused to even think of being embarrassed. He sat up slowly, his limbs still shaking with the aftershocks of his pleasure.
Minho laid down, his member rock hard, red and pulsating with need as
Onew straddled him. He braced his hand on Minho’s shoulder, the other wrapped around Minho’s girth to guide the thick cock towards his entrance.
When the tip had slipped past Onew’s tight entrance, the older boy placed his hand on Minho’s stomach, feeling the muscles clinched tightly with effort as he steadied himself.
"Oh shit hyung," Minho groaned, his usually gentle fingers digging almost painfully into the soft flesh of Onew’s hip.
He slid down slowly, ever so slowly, panting hard as he finally settled against Minho’s pelvis, fully seated, sweat rolling down his skin from the effort. He tried to keep down the pained groan that was working its way up his throat. He knew it would hurt but damn that was worse than anything he had imagined.
He slumped against Minho’s chest, his forehead pressed into his shoulder, his hair sticking to their sweaty skin as he tried to relax his muscles, breath hitching in his throat every time Minho moved even the slightest bit.
"Hyung, Jinki, oh god, you feel so good," Minho moaned, running his nose up the column of Onew’s neck, lips skimming distractedly over any skin he could reach. “Are you okay baby? Talk to me.”
“It- it hurts but it’s alright,” Onew mumbled quietly, not wanting to worry Minho unnecessarily. He took a little time to compose himself, allowing his body to adjust before taking a deep, calming breath. Then he started to move, slowly drawing up just a bit before allowing gravity to pull him back down; gasping at the feeling of Minho sliding inside him. It was beyond his wildest imagination. He was so full, so stretched, far more than just the younger boy’s fingers, but it felt so right. Despite the pain it felt good, perfect, but maybe that was only because he was with Minho.
He ignored the still very-present ache, focusing on Minho and only Minho as he repeated the motion. The groan that was released deep on Minho’s throat gave Onew the push to continue, repeating the action to hear more of those sounds from the boy beneath him.
He simply focused of continuing to move, relishing the sensation of Minho’s hands sliding all over his bare skin. Their foreheads were pressed together; lips searching blindly and their sweaty skin making the sheets stick to them.
Onew rolled his hips experimentally, more than satisfied with the sounds Minho was making as the he began grinding against the younger after every controlled thrust.
Onew could see how tense Minho was, it was taking all his effort to keep from thrusting up into him but as the pain slipped away he let his insecurities fall away as well. He drew himself up until only the tip remaining inside him before he stopped, his thighs quivering with the effort of holding himself up.
Minho whined deep in his throat at the sudden lack of sensation, "Hyung please," he begged shamelessly.
"Minho-ah, f-fuck me," Onew whispered, his voice breathy and low.
An animalistic growl feel from Minho’s lips, not needing to be told twice he gripped Onew’s waist firmly, pushing him down as his own hips shot up, thrusting into him. His pace much harder and faster than the one Onew had set.
Onew moaned wantonly at the roughness, bracing his hands against younger boy’s shoulders to keep himself from pitching forward.
Minho flipped their bodies without warning, pressing Onew into the mattress before hitching those thick thighs around his waist. The previous gentleness was gone, completely replaced with a lustful need as he pressed back inside, driving in hard and fast.
A whimper pushed passed Onew’s lips. The new position made everything feel different than before. Minho felt so much bigger this way, if that was even possible. Even after his body had adjusted, the sudden change made him feel everything in a new way all over again. With the pain completely gone all he could feel was how hard Minho was, how deep inside each stroke was reaching, and it had Onew keening with pleasure. He hooked his ankles and digging his heels into the small of Minho’s back, trying to pull him in impossibly deeper. His back arched almost painfully as his prostate was deliciously abused by Minho’s firm thrusts.
"Jinki-ah it's- it's good, right?" Minho tried to ask, their combined chorus of moans making it difficult to articulate or hear anything coherent.
Rather than trying to talk, Onew wrapped his arms around the younger boys neck, kissing him without reserve and biting a trail down his neck, thoroughly liking the idea of marking Minho as his.
Onew didn’t want it to end. It was his first taste of carnal pleasure and it was far surpassing his expectations. It wasn’t just about the physical pleasure however. It was intimacy. He felt close to Minho on a level they had never been before. It had a little bit to do with the fact that Minho was literally inside him but had a lot more to do with the fact that they were doing this together. Exploring each other. Giving everything to the other. They were each other’s firsts and nothing would ever change that. However, despite the significance of their union, their inexperience began to show quickly, as they were both near climaxing after such a short time regardless of how much they wanted this feeling to last.
Minho’s thrusts became erratic and so hard, Onew let out a cry, but from pain or pleasure he wasn't sure. The two sensations seemed to be one in the same anymore and it was wonderful, perfect, but then the younger boy curled his fingers around Onew’s aching erection and the older boy was simply done for.
His whole body went ridged as his orgasm hit him, releasing into Minho’s hand and painting their stomachs with the thick substance.
Minho followed quickly after, his teeth sinking into Onew’s shoulder to stifle a cry as he released inside of him.
Minho’s hips slowed to a stop, breathing hard as his eyes cracked open to meet Onew’s.
"Jinki-ah are you okay?" Minho asked, still a little breathless as his hand brushing Onew’s sweaty bangs out of his face gently.
Onew nodded, giving Minho a weak smile. His body still wrecked with pleasure, his muscles involuntarily clinching tightly around Minho causing the younger’s breath to hitch.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough,” Minho said, his fingers gliding down Onew’s delicate face, tracing his soft features lovingly. Minho let out a breathy sigh as he pulled out slowly, both boys wincing slightly at the action before he rolled onto his side with a sigh, wrapping an arm protectively around Onew’s waist and pulling him close.
“Minho-ah,” Onew began with a small chuckle, “Did it sound like I minded?”
Minho simply smiled fondly at him.
Onew rested his cheek against Minho’s firm chest, sighing in contentment as the younger boy buried his nose into his soft hair, both boys taking a moment to bask in the afterglow of their orgasms.
"That was… that was good." Minho finally muttered.
Onew chuckled, humming in agreement, "I think that's an understatement."
"But really, I didn't hurt you did I?"
Onew leaned up, connecting their lips in a lazy kiss, "I'm fine Minho-ah."
"Thanks hyung."
"For what?"
"For everything. For never giving up on me. I’m sorry it took me so long, we could have done this ages ago if I hadn’t been so stubborn,” Minho said with a joking smile, trying to mask his serious words.
Onew shot him that blindingly beautiful smile, turning in Minho’s strong embrace to kiss him deeper, the emotion dripping from both of their lips.
"Minho-ah," Onew whispered as he pulled away, biting his lip cutely when he started blushing, "Can we, umm…"
"What is it hyung?" Minho eyes him worriedly.
"Can we do it again?"
All together now... awwww
Onho being awkward and smutty is adorable if I do say so myself
I honestly started writing this part during like chapter 3. Because I have zero self control.
So anyway, this is the end
The end end
It's been fun
Thank you all for sticking with me
For taking the time to read and for loving this story almost as much as I do
Thanks for putting up with me when I get all crazy and stupid and incoherent (like right now)
It means more to me than you will probably ever know
And I hope you all stick around for the next project my brain decides to spit out
Hopefully I can continue to improve in my writing and show myself (and all of you) something different
Now I sound like the back cover of the book jacket.... 'and i'd like to thank my mom for always supporting me...'
No but really, thanks and i'm going to stop talking now
I will never be good at this whole end of a fic idea...
THANKS GUYS!
<3