Good Luck (one-shot)
Title: Good Luck (one-shot)
Author: xlolitsnozomix
Pairing: Taemin / Minho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: fluff, smut, romance
Words: 5650
Summary: Minho and Taemin are left alone in the hotel after SMTOWN in LA.
Warning: rimming, under-age sex all that good stuff. I warned you so don't get all up in my space if you didn't read the warning :)
A/N: Hmmm my first 2min fic .. I would have never guessed it to be SMUTTY XD i fail at life. All i can write is porn lately .wtf -.- anyways, um this is my fantasy of what happened during SMTOWN LA 2010 :) I ship 2min like crazy and i found that writing them makes me ridic happy XD Enjoy the graphic porn and utterly ridiculous fluff ahahha :D
Taemin pouts as he watches the three older boys leave with hazy smiles still plastered on their faces from the little bottle of soju they had shared a couple moments earlier.
“Umma~ are you really leaving me alone? I don’t want to be alone~ We’re in Los Angeles! Don’t you want to go shopping with me? I want to be with you!” Taemin whines, sidling beside Key who’s about to walk through the front door of their hotel; Taemin grabs the elder’s wrist and shaking it desperately.
Key smiles softly and says in a slurred voice, “Taemin-ah, please be good with Minho~ We’ll go shopping another time. I’ll be off now. Be a good boy, okay?” and places a slobbery, alcohol-reeking kiss on the maknae’s cheek before slipping happily out the door, linking hands with Jonghyun and singing off-key, “After partyyy~ here we come~~”
Taemin doesn’t have time to protest since the next thing he knows, the hotel door slams in his face. He groans.
Minho watches warily from his position on the couch, and rolls his eyes at the scene, a lazy smile crawling on his face as he is resuming his attention to the television screen.
Taemin drags himself over to the couch and throws himself on it, hair a mess and his flimsy white tank top riding up, revealing his milky white flat stomach.
Minho glues his eyes to the television and no, of course, he doesn’t notice at all. Not at all.
Taemin sighs heavily, flipping over so that his face is smothered in the couch cushions.
“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me, Taemin. I must be really boring, huh?” Minho says at last, eyes still not looking at Taemin.
“No, hyung, it’s not like that...” Taemin says into the couch, voice coming out muffled.
“Oh, then what is it?” Minho looks over at the younger boy now, eyes helplessly finding their way to the round curve of the younger’s ass. He internally tell himself, no, stop, this is completely wrong. But he can’t help but feel happy that they are alone here in a hotel all alone…
Taemin sits up, tangled hair falling unceremoniously all over his face and he pushes it out of the way, and continues with a pout, “It’s just that…Key hyung promised to go shopping with me once we go to LA, and now he’s out partying without us! I just find it unfair…”
Minho’s heart melts a little at the serious pout Taemin has on, and it might look like a childish tantrum to others, but Minho has been around long enough to know when Taemin is truly upset.
He contemplates for a minute before deciding to scoot over to the extended couch to sit beside the younger honey-brown haired boy and setting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay…I’m sure you can go shopping with Key tomorrow…well for now, how about we find a way to pass the time and have some fun? You’ll regret it if you’re upset the whole night, right?”
Taemin takes his words into consideration and says, “Then, will you find something fun for us to do?” with pleading eyes.
Minho tries to ignore the curling tightness in his stomach at Taemin’s words that are entirely meant to be innocent.
“Yes! Of course! Come on, get up, get up, let’s go find something fun to do!” Minho exclaims and distracts himself by jumping up suddenly and turning off the television.
Taemin smiles happily at Minho’s surge of energy and gets up with him, staring at Minho for an idea of what could they possibly do to spend the time and have fun as well.
“Got any ideas, Taemin?” Minho says as he walks back to the couch.
“We can…dance~! I love to dance!” Taemin exclaims happily.
Minho groans, Oh, no, he thinks, this was a bad idea.
“Uhhh….I have a better idea! How about…let’s watch some videos!” Minho blurts, not really sure where this is going but it’s probably better than dancing at two in the morning.
Taemin’s face blanks for a moment, and then suddenly his eyes sparkle again, “Oh! You’re so smart hyung! Let’s watch old videos with us! It will be sooo funny!” And with that, he bounces over to his laptop set up on the table in the dining room of the hotel.
Minho isn’t so sure about that idea…but he goes along with it anyways, following the younger, bouncing mess into the dining room.
Minho settles on the chair beside Taemin who’s already clacking away on the keyboard, surfing video streaming sites for something suitable.
He doesn’t really feel like watching himself on a screen from two years ago, but this is better than having Taemin be upset all night and whining endlessly.
He’s feeling pretty good about it until…he realizes what’s actually on the screen of the laptop that Taemin proudly presents to him, smiling widely as he turns the volume up.
No, no, no, oh god, why this? Why now? He groans to himself, giving Taemin a look of silent horror with his eyes, still speechless.
“T-Taemin? Do we have to watch this…?” Minho squeaks.
Taemin looks at him with those wide innocent eyes and says, “What’s wrong hyung? Don’t you think it’s funny? I haven’t seen this in soooo long and I miss everyone dressing up as girls.” His voice is chirpy and excited.
Minho feels panic rising in his chest, but he can’t say anything because Taemin is already so excited at the video, smile wide across his face, eyes flickering excitedly. He doesn’t say anything more and just swallows hard, eyes staring warily at the screen as the first few seconds of SHINee’s parody of the Daejin School Horror plays out on screen.
He watches Key, Jonghyun, Onew and himself pretend to be girls on the screen, fixing their wigs and pretending to apply makeup and gossiping.
And then one of them says, “Taeyeon” and Minho closes his eyes…waiting for the awaited horrible moment.
And then Taemin, looking like an angelic girl, walks into the scene, hair perfect and eyelashes fluttering, too naturally, just like a girl’s would and Minho bites his lips and tries to look away from the screen but it’s too late.
He nearly falls off his chair when Taemin bursts into laughter beside him and grabs onto Minho’s bicep and squeezes, “Ah~ Look at me! I look so funny as a girl, AHAHAHA,” Taemin cackles gleefully and doesn’t bother checking Minho’s reaction, thank God.
Minho still can’t pull his eyes from the screen…as he should do very…very…soon…but then Taemin’s warm little fingers are already clutched around his bicep and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let go anytime soon, and Minho’s brain goes haywire.
This is bad…very bad, Minho says to himself, trying to breathe normally and stop staring at the Taemin on the screen - short skirt and flushed cheeks and pretty little pink lips…those pouty lips he wants to see stretched obscenely over his thick - OH GOD, stop. No, Minho, you sicko pervert. STOP THIS NOW, he tries to tell himself.
To Minho’s surprise, they somehow magically make it through the entire video with Taemin laughing cheerfully the entire time and clutching onto Minho’s arm at the parts that were supposed to be scary. Minho’s pleasantly surprised he hasn’t combusted into flames yet.
“THAT WAS SO FUN, HYUNG, LET’S WATCH ANOTHER ONE!” Taemin exclaims, eyes wild.
“NO!” Minho nearly shouts which surprises the younger boy, and looks at the elder one, eyes wide.
“Is something wrong?” Taemin inquires weakly.
“N-nothing…sorry, I just…I need to go take a bathroom break,” Minho mutters helplessly and stumbles to the restroom, all the blood in his body rushing even more angrily to a certain part of his body and he nearly falls over on the way there, the bulge in his pants almost painful now.
He carefully locks himself in the bathroom and slips a hand down his pants, instantly reveling in the hot touch of his hand and slumps against the bathroom door, biting away moans from his mouth.
He can’t help it. He really tries.
But it’s too late, and the images are flashing across his mind as he shuts his eyes: Taemin’s pert ass sticking up in the air when he was lying on the couch earlier. Taemin’s teasing flash of skin as his too-large clothes rise up on his body.
Those pink pouty lips again, and Minho’s nearly got himself cumming as he imagines Taemin’s puppy-dog eyes rolling upwards to look at his hyung as he wraps a small hand around Minho’s cock, and murmuring, “Like this, hyung?”, wrapping his cherry-tinted lips slowly around the tip.
This is so wrong, he groans, so fucking wrong.
But he really can’t stop.
He sees Taemin’s eyes watering up with effort and with being filled too much as he tries to take all of Minho’s cock into his throat and Minho can almost see the way he would hum around him. He can see Taemin’s lips stretching around him like a cheap whore, sucking softly when he can- tongue not knowing what to do because it’s his first time, and he would lick the underside of his cock and Minho would come just like that - like a virgin-- because Taemin would just be too much.
Minho really is about to come though, and his fist is working his cock faster and harder and he is unconsciously moaning Taemin’s name under his breath and throwing his head back, eyes shut with intense pleasure from his dirty, dirty fantasy.
He’s so close. He’s going to come, and he groans despite himself and he’s just about to spill over the edge, until, “Hyung? Are you okay? What’s taking so long?”
Minho gasps, hands involuntarily leaving his burning erection and he shouts in a shaky voice, “Nothing, I-I’m fine…I just um, sorry, there was a cockroach and I was trying to kill it.”
“Oh, okay, come out soon, hyung! I’m waiting for you.”
At the words waiting for you, Minho’s sick mind makes him groan again under his breath, hesitantly zipping himself up and washing himself up, an erection still raging painfully against his pants.
He can’t let Taemin know he feels this way about him. These sick, disgusting thoughts that consume him and these strange, tight-chested feelings and the way his heart races when he thinks about the younger boy. No, no. Taemin can never know.
~
Minho walks out of the restroom, carefully checking to make sure his cheeks aren’t too flushed or his eyes aren’t too unfocused, and only after his erection has gone down a considerable amount.
He makes a panicking noise, though, when he walks back into the dining room to see Taemin reaching upwards, standing on tippy toes on a dining chair and fumbling with a light bulb on the ceiling. The lights in the dining room have all gone dark and the only light source is coming from the living room.
The thing that sends all the blood rushing south again is that Taemin’s shirt is once again riding high up around his stomach, and the thin pajama bottoms around his hips are slipping dangerously low, revealing the very shadow of that tantalizing ass crack and Minho wants to just die. Why does he have to be a such a motherfucking tease?
“What are you trying to do, Taemin?” Minho asks, cursing at himself because his voice sounds so breathless and raw.
“Ah, hyung, can you please hold the chair for me? The light just suddenly went out and I’m trying to fix it but I’m scared I might fall over.” Taemin replies, his voice strained because he’s trying hard to balance on tiptoes and attempt to fix the light at the same time.
“S-sure…” replies Minho, uncertainly but he soon realizes it’s a horrible idea. And it’s too late because he’s already behind Taemin; sweaty, shaking hands desperately trying to grasp onto the back of the chair - not to hold it steady, but to keep himself from collapsing onto his knees. Taemin’s shapely ass is swaying teasingly in front of him and his erection perks up at the erotic sight; Minho finds himself wanting to reach and just grab it right there - perfect and soft in his palm. He is so tempted to do it, until he catches a quick flash up Taemin’s loose tank top and sees his entire milky, flat chest and abs and pink nipples and everything - so pale and smooth and beautiful…
And he just can’t stop, he mindlessly reaches up, fingers trembling despite himself and while Taemin’s body is still tense at trying to keep balance and from the effort he’s exerting, Minho’s fingertips brush ever so gently against Taemin’s hip - so light that they both wonder if it had ever happened at all, and Minho instantly yanks his hand back - cheeks burning and he wants to kill himself - this obsession with his dongsaeng is so disgusting and wrong and he has no idea why he is like this all the damn time.
Taemin feels it though and gives out a little surprised gasp and suddenly starts waving his hands in the air. His eyes are going wide as he gives a little warning squeak before he loses his balance completely, toppling off the chair with arms still waving helplessly. Minho doesn’t even think about what to do - he acts purely on instinct and rushes forth to grab Taemin around the waist before he crashes to the ground. Everything is happening so fast that Minho doesn’t even know when he trips and falls onto the ground until he feels a strange, acute pain shoot up his hip and spread out to the rest of his body; at the same time, a heavy, crushing weight is on his upper half. Minho hisses in pain as something presses heavily down on his raging erection.
He opens his eyes to behold a horrifying sight - his breath hitches and he can’t help but feel more blood rush towards a certain area of his body again.
Taemin’s eyes are blinking surprisingly right in front of his face and Minho gasps a bit, shrinking back from the shock of those perfectly plump lips lingering so close to him. They both let out shaky breaths for some reason and Minho can feel Taemin’s body quivering above him. This moment seems frozen forever between and time almost seems like it has stopped.
Taemin’s thinly clad muscular legs he uses for dancing are straddling Minho’s waist, causing his shirt to ride up high on his chest. Taemin looks down slowly between them, curious eyes and one hand pressing down on Minho’s chest.
There is strange warmth enclosing around his throbbing cock, and he realizes maybe too soon, or too late, why it feels so damn good - the warmth firmness is Taemin’s ass practically settled right on top of Minho’s hard arousal.
He can’t help but moan out loud wantonly - loud enough for Taemin to jerk his head up and stare at Minho with an incredulous look. He can’’t help it - the thought is too erotic and Taemin feels so good on him, but Minho immediately realizes his fatal mistake and gasps, covering his mouth as humiliation burns into his cheeks.
He pushes Taemin off instantly and turns around to walk away somewhere so he can crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment and shame.
That did not just happen, that did not just happen…oh my god…Minho chants to himself. His mind is reeling and he wants to sink into the ground and disappear.
“Hyung?” Taemin calls softly, his gentle fingers grasping Minho’s wrist and pulling him back.
Minho closes his eyes and refuses to look at Taemin. Here it comes - the disgust and the disbelief and rejection. Minho braces himself and turns around to look at his dongsaeng.
He looks perfect as ever - eyes pleading and confused and helpless and his cheeks flushed a healthy apricot. Eyelashes flutter.
“I’m sorry, Taemin. I shouldn’t have …” Minho begins and then stops because he doesn’t know what he should have not done. Everything?
“Are you okay, hyung?” Taemin asks, large innocent eyes trying to pry him open.
“I’m fine…are you hurt or anything?” Minho resumes cautiously, eyes too ashamed to look directly at the younger.
“No…but I want to know if something is wrong. Why did you make such a pained noise? Did I hurt you landing on you?”
Minho’s resolve melts slowly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” He looks away again.
“Hyung, I- I’m sorry that I fell over…it’s just…when you touched me, I was surprised.”
So he had felt it.
Another wave of humiliation hits Minho and he bites his lip hard, trying not to keel over and die.
“I wanted to ask you something, hyung. Is it okay?”
“Is what okay?” He looks back at the maknae, curious now.
“I think I have a problem too. Is it okay to feel good when I’m close to you like that? Because…” his voice wavers now, “It felt good…when I was on top of you….” he finishes in a humiliated whisper.
Speechless, Minho’s voice is caught in his throat. Just what is really going on here?
“Hyung, why are you hard down there…? I felt it when I was on top of you…and,” he blushes furiously and Minho finds it about the most adorable thing in the world, which makes it even more wrong and sick that he still wants to slam his dick into Taemin’s hot virgin ass.
“…and what?”
Taemin pauses for a long time, “and…I think it’s not to supposed to feel good against me like that…but it does, hyung. Is something wrong with me?”
Minho can’t believe what he’s hearing, and he sinks back down on to the floor beside the younger.
“No, nothing’s wrong with you, Taemin…I feel that way too…”
“Really?” Taemin’s eyes are incredulous and a small smile pulls at a corner of his lips.
“Really,” he pauses, then sighs, “but you’re not supposed to find out that…that way I feel about you, and...I’m horrible for thinking these things aren’t I”
Another long pause. Minho’s heart sinks. Taemin looks up at the elder boy hopefully and bites his lip, shaking his head slightly.
Then he’s speaking again under his breath, shyly, “Hyung, do you like it when I dress up as a girl?”
Minho’s breath hitches and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “What?”
“…I’m sorry…I couldn’t help noticing that you kept tensing up whenever we were watching that thing earlier.”
Minho swallows hard and doesn’t get to answer because Taemin asks another question that makes his heart flutter.
“Do you only like me when I am a girl?”
Minho feels everything crashing into place around him and he reaches up to brush a wispy strand of hair out of his beautiful maknae’s eyes, “No, don’t ever think. I think you are perfect the way you are and ...please don’t ever think that, Taemin.”
“Really?”
Minho’s heart squeezes at the way Taemin’s eyes light up at that moment he leans closer, “You’re more beautiful than any girl that I have ever met, or will ever meet,” Minho says in an embarrassed whisper, and he can’t believe he’s saying all of these things. But his heart feels like it’s going to burst and all these emotions are going to flow out of him any second. He looks at the maknae, a slight flush invading his cheeks and his gaze is shyly avoiding Minho’s eye contact.
Suddenly, Minho feels two palms pressing gently against his chest.
Taemin is shaking slightly as he pushes the elder onto the hardwood floor, fingers trembling nervously, and his presses his lips unhesitatingly against Minho’s mouth that is eliciting little gasping noises from pure shock.
It’s a sweet, innocent and clumsy kiss, but it turns Minho on even more than he thought was possible; the feeling of Taemin’s full lips crushed against his is enough ecstasy to last him a lifetime.
“Then, can I feel it, hyung?”
“Taemin…”
“Can I, hyung? Please?”
Taemin’s eyes are shining with something else Minho has never seen before and he bites his lip hard, nodding his head in consent. His heart is racing ten thousand miles an hour, eyes fluttering nervously.
Taemin puffs out shallow breaths as his hands travel to the now entirely obvious bulge in Minho’s pants and he slowly descends his palm over it, rubbing gently at first, and Minho fists his hands into Taemin’s tank top at the delicious friction, head thrown back wantonly and his mouth open, abbreviated sighs and moans eliciting helplessly from his lips.
“T-Taemin-ah…”
“Does it feel good?” Taemin asks curiously with a tinge of arousal. Taemin’s breaths are hot against Minho’s neck and he feels goosebumps rising all along his arms from the heated exertion of the younger boy.
“Mmmhmm…” Minho hums appreciatively and strains to open his eyes. He leans forward with much effort and captures Taemin’s plump lips against his own and moans unashamedly, the long and slender fingers wrapping around his erection feels too damn delicious and he finds himself wanting more. He wants to feel Taemin’s fingers really coming into contact with his hard cock, not just rubbing cotton in between them.
Taemin watches the older boy writhe helplessly, wantonly under his simple touches and he smiles a devious little smile - curious and mischievous at the same time. He feels a surge of arousal curl in his stomach as he watches the elder boy throw his head back and moan “Taemin, Taemin-ah, you feel so good…” and the cock leaks through the sweat pants and throbs angrily in his palm.
“Can I try something, Taemin?”
“Hyung? I… I feel weird…my …thing feels weird and it’s all hard too…hyung…what do I do?” Taemin whispers worriedly under his breath, hand falling from Minho’s erection and Minho silently curses, but doesn’t mind, because now he’s at liberty to have Taemin however he wants. The “wrong” and “sickening” factors don’t even register in his mind anymore and he really couldn’t care any less right now.
“Shhhh…I’ve got you…I’ve got you, Taemin-ah. I can make you feel good too.”
“Really?” Taemin asks, his hazy eyes and his little pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Really,” Minho’s eyes sparkle excitedly.
Suddenly, Taemin feels himself being lifted upwards by Minho’s strong arms and he squeaks a bit, wondering anxiously what is going on, until he feel the coldness of the kitchen counter through his thin cotton pants.
“Hyung, why are we on the counter?” Taemin asks nervously.
Minho doesn’t answer, only presses his lips entreatingly against Taemin’s, pushing his hot, smooth tongue into Taemin’s mouth and entangling them together, hands fisting Taemin’s long sunshine kissed locks. Taemin groans softly in his throat somewhere, trembling under his grasp and Minho growls aggressively at the thought of touching Taemin so lewdly, at the thought of Taemin’s first everything would be with him and he would devour that sweet, innocent virginity and sully it.
While he kisses burning trails down Taemin’s bare neck and collarbones, he slips his hand slowly underneath the elastic waistband of the pants.
Squeaking a bit, Taemin lifts his ass off the kitchen counter to accommodate Minho dragging the pants down over his legs slowly, the intense cold of the marble surface bites his skin as soon as he sits back down again and it causes him to draw in a sharp breath. The elastic band brushes tightly against Taemin’s own erection and he whimpers at the first friction he’s had. It feels so strange and downright frightening at the same time, but the pleasure drives him insane and he only wants to feel the older boy against him more and more.
The flimsy pants finally fall unceremoniously to the floor in a forgotten heap. The image before Minho is so perfect, erotic, and beautiful and he wishes he could remember it forever - take a snapshot with his memory and keep it forever.
Taemin is flushed, back pressed against the wall that meets the marble counter and his eyes are lidded, heavy, slow sighs escaping from his bruised lips and he smiles weakly at Minho, only to moan unashamedly when Minho stares at him with a heated, lustful expression, commanding him to spread his legs.
“Hyung,” he sighs desperately. “Please. It hurts.”
Minho grabs both of Taemin’s legs and swings one over each shoulder so that his head in right between Taemin’s legs - at the perfect angle.
Taemin whimpers in need and pure, unabashed desire and desperation. Look at what I have done, Minho thinks to himself. This once-naïve and innocent, beautiful creature…what have I done to him?
But Minho resolves that he still finds Taemin positively the most beautiful creature to ever grace the Earth and that’s all that really matters.
At the sight of Minho, finally, finally, lowering his head towards Taemin’s full, hard cock leaking onto his stomach, wetting his tank top, the maknae purrs in his throat with anticipation.
His excitement is too soon forgotten though, because Minho entirely moves past his erection, going nowhere near it and completely ignoring it as he moves lower.
“Hyung…what are you doing?” Taemin inquires in a shaky, disappointed voice.
A pink tongue slowly pokes out from Minho’s lips as he comes closer and closer to Taemin, still not anywhere near his attention-starved cock.
Finally realizing where Minho is about to put his tongue, Taemin gasps loudly in horror and protests with a shrill, “No!”
Minho’s hazel eyes, still clouded by arousal glances up at the youth, “Taemin-ah…just be patient~ I said I’ll make you feel good.”
“But hyung~” Taemin whines helplessly, writhing to get away from the elder boy but the position proves to have entirely entrapped him. “That’s dirty…don’t do that,” Taemin begs, eyes wide, still struggling to break free.
But of course, Minho doesn’t pay any more attention to the high-pitched protests and his tongue continues descending upon Taemin’s entrance again - the slutty color of the skin there looks so sinfully delicious and it’s just millimeters away from Minho’s tongue.
“HYUNG, please, that’s so disgus-Ah!”
The tongue finally comes in contact with the hot, damp entrance; it’s gliding around the hole expertly now and slowly pushing inside that hot, wet, and unbelievably tight entrance. Fingers wrap tightly around Minho’s tangled locks as Taemin throws his head back in shock at the intense white pleasure. The paralyzed younger boy inhales sharply and whimpers deep in his throat somewhere, but fuck, the sight is too erotic and Minho finds himself thinking that he’s surely going to hell for committing such a sick sin.
Minho experimentally pushes his tongue in further and Taemin bites back a shuddering moan as he bucks his hips upward, arching his back and the shock of pleasure shoots numbingly through his entire body.
“Hyung, Oh my God…hyung…more, please…” Taemin pants, begging for it to be deeper and Minho smirks as he as pushes his tongue in even more. He begins thrusting the wet muscle in and out of Taemin’s entrance obscenely, twisting and lapping at the hole and pushing it in as deep as he can.
And Minho’s tongue is practically fucking him. Exploring inside of him - deeper and stretching him wider to accommodate the lewd thrusts of his tongue.
“Aah…ah~ hnnnghhhhh….hyung,” Taemin pants weakly, sweat pouring from his temples and his eyes are lidded, knuckles white as they clench onto Minho’s hair. His abs are clenched in tension as pleasure burns through the rest of his body.
The younger boy, his erection practically leaking pre-cum all over Minho’s hair now, moans the older boy’s name over and over, like a mantra as he tries to push his ass down more - wanting even more of Minho’s tongue inside of him, he can’t seem to have enough.
This is the moment that Minho decides to reach up and slip one of his hands under Taemin’s thin tank top to circle a single hard nipple with his thumb, playing with it experimentally and Taemin’s panting turn into outright moans and incoherent strings of “Yes, oh God, Minho, please, yes~”
When Minho finally pinches the hard, sensitive nipple, he can feel Taemin’s lithe, pliant body tremble violently in return, a shiver of pleasure coursing through his veins.
The younger boy shuts his eyes tightly; white flashes underneath his eyelids and a spasm of uncontrollable pleasure hits him. He doesn’t remember if he screams or not, but there is a high-pitched whining noise when his toes curl and his untouched cock twitches. His knuckles become pale as he clutches onto a tuft of the older boy’s hair even harder, back arching and sweat pouring in streaks down his chest to his abdomen.
“Hyung,” he screams at his climax -mouth open obscenely and eye still closed as he clenches his ass and feels the wet, hot muscle still throbbing inside of him.
The white, sticky substance releases from inside of him in one unexpected moment and wets his naked stomach. Minho watches bemusedly as the younger boy cringes when his tongue leaves the sensitive entrance, only to lick a hot, wet trail across his sweat-slicked skin, lapping up the mess that Taemin has made.
The younger boy whines slowly in his throat at the sight. “Hyung....” he begins, but is cut short when Minho leans in and presses their lips together in a lazy kiss. Taemin finds the taste of himself on Minho’s tongue strange and he crinkles up his nose.
“It’s bitter,” he notes, nose still crinkled, and Minho chuckles out loud, pecking him on the bridge of his nose.
“It tastes good to me,” Minho whispers against Taemin’s delicate ear and watches as the young boy shivers against his will.
There’s a long pause and Taemin just leans against Minho’s shoulder, eyes closed, his heartbeat slowing now, and he smiles into the cotton of Minho’s shirt, breathing in the fresh scent of detergent.
Minho is still trying to get his raging erection to calm down when suddenly, the younger boy sits up, perking his head up to glance at Minho, a shocked expression on his face.
“Ah! Hyung! I...I totally forgot about y-your....” Taemin begins and trails off when he sees the bulge still apparent under Minho’s trousers and blushes slightly. After all they’ve done, he still seems shy and Minho finds it ridiculously endearing.
“No, don’t worry about me. This is all for you. I’ll be fine,” Minho reassures him in a low voice, a calming whisper in the darkness of the kitchen.
Taemin looks up worriedly at the older boy, “but...doesn’t it hurt?” he begins.
Minho cuts him off again with a chaste kiss, too brief to warm his mouth, but just long enough to make his heart nearly flutter out of his chest. Just enough to catch that hint of aftershave and have it lingering deliciously in his senses until the next time they kiss again.
“I’m fine, trust me, I’m fine” Minho smiles again, pulling away from the maknae and grabbing a towel from beside the sink that Kibum had made sure to place there before they had gone for rehearsal that morning. Key’s OCD-ness came in handy this time and Minho turns to smile softly at the Taemin while he runs warm water from the sink. His smile turns into a grin that he tries to hide when he sees Taemin attempting to cover himself with his hands.
Twisting the water from the now damply towel, Minho looks up again just in time to catch Taemin staring at him intently, eyes drifting off to another place as he gazes at the elder boy fixedly -- it’s a look that Minho has never seen before -- it speaks of contentment and something deeper, something cozy and blossoming like a bright sunflower. Minho feels his heart melt again at the sight and can’t help but continue smiling as he returns to Taemin.
The warm dampness of the towel feels comforting on Taemin’s soft, milky skin and his eyes shut slowly, like a kitten being fed a bowl of milk, and Minho wouldn’t be surprised if Taemin starts purring right now.
“Thanks, Minho hyung,” Taemin says slowly, a sweet smile on his face, eyes still closed. He looks like a pleased cat.
Minho hums in return and tosses the towel in the sink once he’s done cleaning up the younger boy, then reaching down and helping Taemin back into his pajama bottoms which had been tossed on the floor sometime earlier in their haste.
Naturally, once the pants are back on the pair of legs to whom they belong, Taemin inadvertently falls against the other’s broad chest, long honey locks tickling his open neck.
“Let’s go into the bedroom, Taemin-ah,” Minho says in a soft voice, lowered and smooth like liquid chocolate, smooth like the way Taemin moves to a rhythm.
A soft exhale escapes Taemin and he nods in consent, slipping off the no-longer cold counter top and following the taller boy into the hallway, their hands somehow locked together as if they are now inseparable -- tied together by an invisible, magnetic string.
They fall beside each other on the cool, clean sheets, and Taemin recalls when they would do this sometimes at home in Korea, just fall into a comfortable, calm silence side by side. But now, there’s something different. Something about the way he looks up at Minho and clutches his hand close to his chest, as if trying to let Minho feel his heart. Feel the emotions that are coursing through him right now. They’re all so strange, so overwhelming and at the same time so invigorating -- like a breath of fresh air. Something that he’s been needing because he’s been feeling so suffocated.
There’s something different about the way that Minho plays with Taemin’s wispy locks of hair with his free hand and presses the other boy close against his chest.
“You know, I thought you were going to reject me,” Minho breaks the silence. Under the covers, his body curling gently around the younger boy.
“What? Why?” Taemin says innocently, turning to look at his hyung. “Why would you think that? We’ve always been so close. Did you doubt me?”
Minho pauses. “No, I doubted myself. I didn’t think...I had such good luck.” he replies quietly and this makes Taemin’s heart skip a beat. His response is to close his eyes and smile against the back of Minho’s hand, mouthing in short hot breaths, “Me neither, hyung. Me neither.”
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A/N: liek mah porn ? :D sry i made taemin all innocent and shit and i know that its cliche but i think it works really well with the 2min pairing and to be honest, i like my Taemin pure and innocent on the facade hahaha. Well i'm glad i didn't make them have full on sex yet because i don't think my Taemin muse is ready for that yet >_> SO ANYWAYS, until next time XD
Did you enjoy? leave me comments! This is my first shinee fic so yeah, I'd like to get some feedback so i'll know which direction i should go from here.
I'm off to do nanowrimo now....oh gosh...50,000 words is gonna haunt me forever T_T
Author: xlolitsnozomix
Pairing: Taemin / Minho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: fluff, smut, romance
Words: 5650
Summary: Minho and Taemin are left alone in the hotel after SMTOWN in LA.
Warning: rimming, under-age sex all that good stuff. I warned you so don't get all up in my space if you didn't read the warning :)
A/N: Hmmm my first 2min fic .. I would have never guessed it to be SMUTTY XD i fail at life. All i can write is porn lately .wtf -.- anyways, um this is my fantasy of what happened during SMTOWN LA 2010 :) I ship 2min like crazy and i found that writing them makes me ridic happy XD Enjoy the graphic porn and utterly ridiculous fluff ahahha :D
Taemin pouts as he watches the three older boys leave with hazy smiles still plastered on their faces from the little bottle of soju they had shared a couple moments earlier.
“Umma~ are you really leaving me alone? I don’t want to be alone~ We’re in Los Angeles! Don’t you want to go shopping with me? I want to be with you!” Taemin whines, sidling beside Key who’s about to walk through the front door of their hotel; Taemin grabs the elder’s wrist and shaking it desperately.
Key smiles softly and says in a slurred voice, “Taemin-ah, please be good with Minho~ We’ll go shopping another time. I’ll be off now. Be a good boy, okay?” and places a slobbery, alcohol-reeking kiss on the maknae’s cheek before slipping happily out the door, linking hands with Jonghyun and singing off-key, “After partyyy~ here we come~~”
Taemin doesn’t have time to protest since the next thing he knows, the hotel door slams in his face. He groans.
Minho watches warily from his position on the couch, and rolls his eyes at the scene, a lazy smile crawling on his face as he is resuming his attention to the television screen.
Taemin drags himself over to the couch and throws himself on it, hair a mess and his flimsy white tank top riding up, revealing his milky white flat stomach.
Minho glues his eyes to the television and no, of course, he doesn’t notice at all. Not at all.
Taemin sighs heavily, flipping over so that his face is smothered in the couch cushions.
“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me, Taemin. I must be really boring, huh?” Minho says at last, eyes still not looking at Taemin.
“No, hyung, it’s not like that...” Taemin says into the couch, voice coming out muffled.
“Oh, then what is it?” Minho looks over at the younger boy now, eyes helplessly finding their way to the round curve of the younger’s ass. He internally tell himself, no, stop, this is completely wrong. But he can’t help but feel happy that they are alone here in a hotel all alone…
Taemin sits up, tangled hair falling unceremoniously all over his face and he pushes it out of the way, and continues with a pout, “It’s just that…Key hyung promised to go shopping with me once we go to LA, and now he’s out partying without us! I just find it unfair…”
Minho’s heart melts a little at the serious pout Taemin has on, and it might look like a childish tantrum to others, but Minho has been around long enough to know when Taemin is truly upset.
He contemplates for a minute before deciding to scoot over to the extended couch to sit beside the younger honey-brown haired boy and setting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“It’s okay…I’m sure you can go shopping with Key tomorrow…well for now, how about we find a way to pass the time and have some fun? You’ll regret it if you’re upset the whole night, right?”
Taemin takes his words into consideration and says, “Then, will you find something fun for us to do?” with pleading eyes.
Minho tries to ignore the curling tightness in his stomach at Taemin’s words that are entirely meant to be innocent.
“Yes! Of course! Come on, get up, get up, let’s go find something fun to do!” Minho exclaims and distracts himself by jumping up suddenly and turning off the television.
Taemin smiles happily at Minho’s surge of energy and gets up with him, staring at Minho for an idea of what could they possibly do to spend the time and have fun as well.
“Got any ideas, Taemin?” Minho says as he walks back to the couch.
“We can…dance~! I love to dance!” Taemin exclaims happily.
Minho groans, Oh, no, he thinks, this was a bad idea.
“Uhhh….I have a better idea! How about…let’s watch some videos!” Minho blurts, not really sure where this is going but it’s probably better than dancing at two in the morning.
Taemin’s face blanks for a moment, and then suddenly his eyes sparkle again, “Oh! You’re so smart hyung! Let’s watch old videos with us! It will be sooo funny!” And with that, he bounces over to his laptop set up on the table in the dining room of the hotel.
Minho isn’t so sure about that idea…but he goes along with it anyways, following the younger, bouncing mess into the dining room.
Minho settles on the chair beside Taemin who’s already clacking away on the keyboard, surfing video streaming sites for something suitable.
He doesn’t really feel like watching himself on a screen from two years ago, but this is better than having Taemin be upset all night and whining endlessly.
He’s feeling pretty good about it until…he realizes what’s actually on the screen of the laptop that Taemin proudly presents to him, smiling widely as he turns the volume up.
No, no, no, oh god, why this? Why now? He groans to himself, giving Taemin a look of silent horror with his eyes, still speechless.
“T-Taemin? Do we have to watch this…?” Minho squeaks.
Taemin looks at him with those wide innocent eyes and says, “What’s wrong hyung? Don’t you think it’s funny? I haven’t seen this in soooo long and I miss everyone dressing up as girls.” His voice is chirpy and excited.
Minho feels panic rising in his chest, but he can’t say anything because Taemin is already so excited at the video, smile wide across his face, eyes flickering excitedly. He doesn’t say anything more and just swallows hard, eyes staring warily at the screen as the first few seconds of SHINee’s parody of the Daejin School Horror plays out on screen.
He watches Key, Jonghyun, Onew and himself pretend to be girls on the screen, fixing their wigs and pretending to apply makeup and gossiping.
And then one of them says, “Taeyeon” and Minho closes his eyes…waiting for the awaited horrible moment.
And then Taemin, looking like an angelic girl, walks into the scene, hair perfect and eyelashes fluttering, too naturally, just like a girl’s would and Minho bites his lips and tries to look away from the screen but it’s too late.
He nearly falls off his chair when Taemin bursts into laughter beside him and grabs onto Minho’s bicep and squeezes, “Ah~ Look at me! I look so funny as a girl, AHAHAHA,” Taemin cackles gleefully and doesn’t bother checking Minho’s reaction, thank God.
Minho still can’t pull his eyes from the screen…as he should do very…very…soon…but then Taemin’s warm little fingers are already clutched around his bicep and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let go anytime soon, and Minho’s brain goes haywire.
This is bad…very bad, Minho says to himself, trying to breathe normally and stop staring at the Taemin on the screen - short skirt and flushed cheeks and pretty little pink lips…those pouty lips he wants to see stretched obscenely over his thick - OH GOD, stop. No, Minho, you sicko pervert. STOP THIS NOW, he tries to tell himself.
To Minho’s surprise, they somehow magically make it through the entire video with Taemin laughing cheerfully the entire time and clutching onto Minho’s arm at the parts that were supposed to be scary. Minho’s pleasantly surprised he hasn’t combusted into flames yet.
“THAT WAS SO FUN, HYUNG, LET’S WATCH ANOTHER ONE!” Taemin exclaims, eyes wild.
“NO!” Minho nearly shouts which surprises the younger boy, and looks at the elder one, eyes wide.
“Is something wrong?” Taemin inquires weakly.
“N-nothing…sorry, I just…I need to go take a bathroom break,” Minho mutters helplessly and stumbles to the restroom, all the blood in his body rushing even more angrily to a certain part of his body and he nearly falls over on the way there, the bulge in his pants almost painful now.
He carefully locks himself in the bathroom and slips a hand down his pants, instantly reveling in the hot touch of his hand and slumps against the bathroom door, biting away moans from his mouth.
He can’t help it. He really tries.
But it’s too late, and the images are flashing across his mind as he shuts his eyes: Taemin’s pert ass sticking up in the air when he was lying on the couch earlier. Taemin’s teasing flash of skin as his too-large clothes rise up on his body.
Those pink pouty lips again, and Minho’s nearly got himself cumming as he imagines Taemin’s puppy-dog eyes rolling upwards to look at his hyung as he wraps a small hand around Minho’s cock, and murmuring, “Like this, hyung?”, wrapping his cherry-tinted lips slowly around the tip.
This is so wrong, he groans, so fucking wrong.
But he really can’t stop.
He sees Taemin’s eyes watering up with effort and with being filled too much as he tries to take all of Minho’s cock into his throat and Minho can almost see the way he would hum around him. He can see Taemin’s lips stretching around him like a cheap whore, sucking softly when he can- tongue not knowing what to do because it’s his first time, and he would lick the underside of his cock and Minho would come just like that - like a virgin-- because Taemin would just be too much.
Minho really is about to come though, and his fist is working his cock faster and harder and he is unconsciously moaning Taemin’s name under his breath and throwing his head back, eyes shut with intense pleasure from his dirty, dirty fantasy.
He’s so close. He’s going to come, and he groans despite himself and he’s just about to spill over the edge, until, “Hyung? Are you okay? What’s taking so long?”
Minho gasps, hands involuntarily leaving his burning erection and he shouts in a shaky voice, “Nothing, I-I’m fine…I just um, sorry, there was a cockroach and I was trying to kill it.”
“Oh, okay, come out soon, hyung! I’m waiting for you.”
At the words waiting for you, Minho’s sick mind makes him groan again under his breath, hesitantly zipping himself up and washing himself up, an erection still raging painfully against his pants.
He can’t let Taemin know he feels this way about him. These sick, disgusting thoughts that consume him and these strange, tight-chested feelings and the way his heart races when he thinks about the younger boy. No, no. Taemin can never know.
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Minho walks out of the restroom, carefully checking to make sure his cheeks aren’t too flushed or his eyes aren’t too unfocused, and only after his erection has gone down a considerable amount.
He makes a panicking noise, though, when he walks back into the dining room to see Taemin reaching upwards, standing on tippy toes on a dining chair and fumbling with a light bulb on the ceiling. The lights in the dining room have all gone dark and the only light source is coming from the living room.
The thing that sends all the blood rushing south again is that Taemin’s shirt is once again riding high up around his stomach, and the thin pajama bottoms around his hips are slipping dangerously low, revealing the very shadow of that tantalizing ass crack and Minho wants to just die. Why does he have to be a such a motherfucking tease?
“What are you trying to do, Taemin?” Minho asks, cursing at himself because his voice sounds so breathless and raw.
“Ah, hyung, can you please hold the chair for me? The light just suddenly went out and I’m trying to fix it but I’m scared I might fall over.” Taemin replies, his voice strained because he’s trying hard to balance on tiptoes and attempt to fix the light at the same time.
“S-sure…” replies Minho, uncertainly but he soon realizes it’s a horrible idea. And it’s too late because he’s already behind Taemin; sweaty, shaking hands desperately trying to grasp onto the back of the chair - not to hold it steady, but to keep himself from collapsing onto his knees. Taemin’s shapely ass is swaying teasingly in front of him and his erection perks up at the erotic sight; Minho finds himself wanting to reach and just grab it right there - perfect and soft in his palm. He is so tempted to do it, until he catches a quick flash up Taemin’s loose tank top and sees his entire milky, flat chest and abs and pink nipples and everything - so pale and smooth and beautiful…
And he just can’t stop, he mindlessly reaches up, fingers trembling despite himself and while Taemin’s body is still tense at trying to keep balance and from the effort he’s exerting, Minho’s fingertips brush ever so gently against Taemin’s hip - so light that they both wonder if it had ever happened at all, and Minho instantly yanks his hand back - cheeks burning and he wants to kill himself - this obsession with his dongsaeng is so disgusting and wrong and he has no idea why he is like this all the damn time.
Taemin feels it though and gives out a little surprised gasp and suddenly starts waving his hands in the air. His eyes are going wide as he gives a little warning squeak before he loses his balance completely, toppling off the chair with arms still waving helplessly. Minho doesn’t even think about what to do - he acts purely on instinct and rushes forth to grab Taemin around the waist before he crashes to the ground. Everything is happening so fast that Minho doesn’t even know when he trips and falls onto the ground until he feels a strange, acute pain shoot up his hip and spread out to the rest of his body; at the same time, a heavy, crushing weight is on his upper half. Minho hisses in pain as something presses heavily down on his raging erection.
He opens his eyes to behold a horrifying sight - his breath hitches and he can’t help but feel more blood rush towards a certain area of his body again.
Taemin’s eyes are blinking surprisingly right in front of his face and Minho gasps a bit, shrinking back from the shock of those perfectly plump lips lingering so close to him. They both let out shaky breaths for some reason and Minho can feel Taemin’s body quivering above him. This moment seems frozen forever between and time almost seems like it has stopped.
Taemin’s thinly clad muscular legs he uses for dancing are straddling Minho’s waist, causing his shirt to ride up high on his chest. Taemin looks down slowly between them, curious eyes and one hand pressing down on Minho’s chest.
There is strange warmth enclosing around his throbbing cock, and he realizes maybe too soon, or too late, why it feels so damn good - the warmth firmness is Taemin’s ass practically settled right on top of Minho’s hard arousal.
He can’t help but moan out loud wantonly - loud enough for Taemin to jerk his head up and stare at Minho with an incredulous look. He can’’t help it - the thought is too erotic and Taemin feels so good on him, but Minho immediately realizes his fatal mistake and gasps, covering his mouth as humiliation burns into his cheeks.
He pushes Taemin off instantly and turns around to walk away somewhere so he can crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment and shame.
That did not just happen, that did not just happen…oh my god…Minho chants to himself. His mind is reeling and he wants to sink into the ground and disappear.
“Hyung?” Taemin calls softly, his gentle fingers grasping Minho’s wrist and pulling him back.
Minho closes his eyes and refuses to look at Taemin. Here it comes - the disgust and the disbelief and rejection. Minho braces himself and turns around to look at his dongsaeng.
He looks perfect as ever - eyes pleading and confused and helpless and his cheeks flushed a healthy apricot. Eyelashes flutter.
“I’m sorry, Taemin. I shouldn’t have …” Minho begins and then stops because he doesn’t know what he should have not done. Everything?
“Are you okay, hyung?” Taemin asks, large innocent eyes trying to pry him open.
“I’m fine…are you hurt or anything?” Minho resumes cautiously, eyes too ashamed to look directly at the younger.
“No…but I want to know if something is wrong. Why did you make such a pained noise? Did I hurt you landing on you?”
Minho’s resolve melts slowly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” He looks away again.
“Hyung, I- I’m sorry that I fell over…it’s just…when you touched me, I was surprised.”
So he had felt it.
Another wave of humiliation hits Minho and he bites his lip hard, trying not to keel over and die.
“I wanted to ask you something, hyung. Is it okay?”
“Is what okay?” He looks back at the maknae, curious now.
“I think I have a problem too. Is it okay to feel good when I’m close to you like that? Because…” his voice wavers now, “It felt good…when I was on top of you….” he finishes in a humiliated whisper.
Speechless, Minho’s voice is caught in his throat. Just what is really going on here?
“Hyung, why are you hard down there…? I felt it when I was on top of you…and,” he blushes furiously and Minho finds it about the most adorable thing in the world, which makes it even more wrong and sick that he still wants to slam his dick into Taemin’s hot virgin ass.
“…and what?”
Taemin pauses for a long time, “and…I think it’s not to supposed to feel good against me like that…but it does, hyung. Is something wrong with me?”
Minho can’t believe what he’s hearing, and he sinks back down on to the floor beside the younger.
“No, nothing’s wrong with you, Taemin…I feel that way too…”
“Really?” Taemin’s eyes are incredulous and a small smile pulls at a corner of his lips.
“Really,” he pauses, then sighs, “but you’re not supposed to find out that…that way I feel about you, and...I’m horrible for thinking these things aren’t I”
Another long pause. Minho’s heart sinks. Taemin looks up at the elder boy hopefully and bites his lip, shaking his head slightly.
Then he’s speaking again under his breath, shyly, “Hyung, do you like it when I dress up as a girl?”
Minho’s breath hitches and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “What?”
“…I’m sorry…I couldn’t help noticing that you kept tensing up whenever we were watching that thing earlier.”
Minho swallows hard and doesn’t get to answer because Taemin asks another question that makes his heart flutter.
“Do you only like me when I am a girl?”
Minho feels everything crashing into place around him and he reaches up to brush a wispy strand of hair out of his beautiful maknae’s eyes, “No, don’t ever think. I think you are perfect the way you are and ...please don’t ever think that, Taemin.”
“Really?”
Minho’s heart squeezes at the way Taemin’s eyes light up at that moment he leans closer, “You’re more beautiful than any girl that I have ever met, or will ever meet,” Minho says in an embarrassed whisper, and he can’t believe he’s saying all of these things. But his heart feels like it’s going to burst and all these emotions are going to flow out of him any second. He looks at the maknae, a slight flush invading his cheeks and his gaze is shyly avoiding Minho’s eye contact.
Suddenly, Minho feels two palms pressing gently against his chest.
Taemin is shaking slightly as he pushes the elder onto the hardwood floor, fingers trembling nervously, and his presses his lips unhesitatingly against Minho’s mouth that is eliciting little gasping noises from pure shock.
It’s a sweet, innocent and clumsy kiss, but it turns Minho on even more than he thought was possible; the feeling of Taemin’s full lips crushed against his is enough ecstasy to last him a lifetime.
“Then, can I feel it, hyung?”
“Taemin…”
“Can I, hyung? Please?”
Taemin’s eyes are shining with something else Minho has never seen before and he bites his lip hard, nodding his head in consent. His heart is racing ten thousand miles an hour, eyes fluttering nervously.
Taemin puffs out shallow breaths as his hands travel to the now entirely obvious bulge in Minho’s pants and he slowly descends his palm over it, rubbing gently at first, and Minho fists his hands into Taemin’s tank top at the delicious friction, head thrown back wantonly and his mouth open, abbreviated sighs and moans eliciting helplessly from his lips.
“T-Taemin-ah…”
“Does it feel good?” Taemin asks curiously with a tinge of arousal. Taemin’s breaths are hot against Minho’s neck and he feels goosebumps rising all along his arms from the heated exertion of the younger boy.
“Mmmhmm…” Minho hums appreciatively and strains to open his eyes. He leans forward with much effort and captures Taemin’s plump lips against his own and moans unashamedly, the long and slender fingers wrapping around his erection feels too damn delicious and he finds himself wanting more. He wants to feel Taemin’s fingers really coming into contact with his hard cock, not just rubbing cotton in between them.
Taemin watches the older boy writhe helplessly, wantonly under his simple touches and he smiles a devious little smile - curious and mischievous at the same time. He feels a surge of arousal curl in his stomach as he watches the elder boy throw his head back and moan “Taemin, Taemin-ah, you feel so good…” and the cock leaks through the sweat pants and throbs angrily in his palm.
“Can I try something, Taemin?”
“Hyung? I… I feel weird…my …thing feels weird and it’s all hard too…hyung…what do I do?” Taemin whispers worriedly under his breath, hand falling from Minho’s erection and Minho silently curses, but doesn’t mind, because now he’s at liberty to have Taemin however he wants. The “wrong” and “sickening” factors don’t even register in his mind anymore and he really couldn’t care any less right now.
“Shhhh…I’ve got you…I’ve got you, Taemin-ah. I can make you feel good too.”
“Really?” Taemin asks, his hazy eyes and his little pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Really,” Minho’s eyes sparkle excitedly.
Suddenly, Taemin feels himself being lifted upwards by Minho’s strong arms and he squeaks a bit, wondering anxiously what is going on, until he feel the coldness of the kitchen counter through his thin cotton pants.
“Hyung, why are we on the counter?” Taemin asks nervously.
Minho doesn’t answer, only presses his lips entreatingly against Taemin’s, pushing his hot, smooth tongue into Taemin’s mouth and entangling them together, hands fisting Taemin’s long sunshine kissed locks. Taemin groans softly in his throat somewhere, trembling under his grasp and Minho growls aggressively at the thought of touching Taemin so lewdly, at the thought of Taemin’s first everything would be with him and he would devour that sweet, innocent virginity and sully it.
While he kisses burning trails down Taemin’s bare neck and collarbones, he slips his hand slowly underneath the elastic waistband of the pants.
Squeaking a bit, Taemin lifts his ass off the kitchen counter to accommodate Minho dragging the pants down over his legs slowly, the intense cold of the marble surface bites his skin as soon as he sits back down again and it causes him to draw in a sharp breath. The elastic band brushes tightly against Taemin’s own erection and he whimpers at the first friction he’s had. It feels so strange and downright frightening at the same time, but the pleasure drives him insane and he only wants to feel the older boy against him more and more.
The flimsy pants finally fall unceremoniously to the floor in a forgotten heap. The image before Minho is so perfect, erotic, and beautiful and he wishes he could remember it forever - take a snapshot with his memory and keep it forever.
Taemin is flushed, back pressed against the wall that meets the marble counter and his eyes are lidded, heavy, slow sighs escaping from his bruised lips and he smiles weakly at Minho, only to moan unashamedly when Minho stares at him with a heated, lustful expression, commanding him to spread his legs.
“Hyung,” he sighs desperately. “Please. It hurts.”
Minho grabs both of Taemin’s legs and swings one over each shoulder so that his head in right between Taemin’s legs - at the perfect angle.
Taemin whimpers in need and pure, unabashed desire and desperation. Look at what I have done, Minho thinks to himself. This once-naïve and innocent, beautiful creature…what have I done to him?
But Minho resolves that he still finds Taemin positively the most beautiful creature to ever grace the Earth and that’s all that really matters.
At the sight of Minho, finally, finally, lowering his head towards Taemin’s full, hard cock leaking onto his stomach, wetting his tank top, the maknae purrs in his throat with anticipation.
His excitement is too soon forgotten though, because Minho entirely moves past his erection, going nowhere near it and completely ignoring it as he moves lower.
“Hyung…what are you doing?” Taemin inquires in a shaky, disappointed voice.
A pink tongue slowly pokes out from Minho’s lips as he comes closer and closer to Taemin, still not anywhere near his attention-starved cock.
Finally realizing where Minho is about to put his tongue, Taemin gasps loudly in horror and protests with a shrill, “No!”
Minho’s hazel eyes, still clouded by arousal glances up at the youth, “Taemin-ah…just be patient~ I said I’ll make you feel good.”
“But hyung~” Taemin whines helplessly, writhing to get away from the elder boy but the position proves to have entirely entrapped him. “That’s dirty…don’t do that,” Taemin begs, eyes wide, still struggling to break free.
But of course, Minho doesn’t pay any more attention to the high-pitched protests and his tongue continues descending upon Taemin’s entrance again - the slutty color of the skin there looks so sinfully delicious and it’s just millimeters away from Minho’s tongue.
“HYUNG, please, that’s so disgus-Ah!”
The tongue finally comes in contact with the hot, damp entrance; it’s gliding around the hole expertly now and slowly pushing inside that hot, wet, and unbelievably tight entrance. Fingers wrap tightly around Minho’s tangled locks as Taemin throws his head back in shock at the intense white pleasure. The paralyzed younger boy inhales sharply and whimpers deep in his throat somewhere, but fuck, the sight is too erotic and Minho finds himself thinking that he’s surely going to hell for committing such a sick sin.
Minho experimentally pushes his tongue in further and Taemin bites back a shuddering moan as he bucks his hips upward, arching his back and the shock of pleasure shoots numbingly through his entire body.
“Hyung, Oh my God…hyung…more, please…” Taemin pants, begging for it to be deeper and Minho smirks as he as pushes his tongue in even more. He begins thrusting the wet muscle in and out of Taemin’s entrance obscenely, twisting and lapping at the hole and pushing it in as deep as he can.
And Minho’s tongue is practically fucking him. Exploring inside of him - deeper and stretching him wider to accommodate the lewd thrusts of his tongue.
“Aah…ah~ hnnnghhhhh….hyung,” Taemin pants weakly, sweat pouring from his temples and his eyes are lidded, knuckles white as they clench onto Minho’s hair. His abs are clenched in tension as pleasure burns through the rest of his body.
The younger boy, his erection practically leaking pre-cum all over Minho’s hair now, moans the older boy’s name over and over, like a mantra as he tries to push his ass down more - wanting even more of Minho’s tongue inside of him, he can’t seem to have enough.
This is the moment that Minho decides to reach up and slip one of his hands under Taemin’s thin tank top to circle a single hard nipple with his thumb, playing with it experimentally and Taemin’s panting turn into outright moans and incoherent strings of “Yes, oh God, Minho, please, yes~”
When Minho finally pinches the hard, sensitive nipple, he can feel Taemin’s lithe, pliant body tremble violently in return, a shiver of pleasure coursing through his veins.
The younger boy shuts his eyes tightly; white flashes underneath his eyelids and a spasm of uncontrollable pleasure hits him. He doesn’t remember if he screams or not, but there is a high-pitched whining noise when his toes curl and his untouched cock twitches. His knuckles become pale as he clutches onto a tuft of the older boy’s hair even harder, back arching and sweat pouring in streaks down his chest to his abdomen.
“Hyung,” he screams at his climax -mouth open obscenely and eye still closed as he clenches his ass and feels the wet, hot muscle still throbbing inside of him.
The white, sticky substance releases from inside of him in one unexpected moment and wets his naked stomach. Minho watches bemusedly as the younger boy cringes when his tongue leaves the sensitive entrance, only to lick a hot, wet trail across his sweat-slicked skin, lapping up the mess that Taemin has made.
The younger boy whines slowly in his throat at the sight. “Hyung....” he begins, but is cut short when Minho leans in and presses their lips together in a lazy kiss. Taemin finds the taste of himself on Minho’s tongue strange and he crinkles up his nose.
“It’s bitter,” he notes, nose still crinkled, and Minho chuckles out loud, pecking him on the bridge of his nose.
“It tastes good to me,” Minho whispers against Taemin’s delicate ear and watches as the young boy shivers against his will.
There’s a long pause and Taemin just leans against Minho’s shoulder, eyes closed, his heartbeat slowing now, and he smiles into the cotton of Minho’s shirt, breathing in the fresh scent of detergent.
Minho is still trying to get his raging erection to calm down when suddenly, the younger boy sits up, perking his head up to glance at Minho, a shocked expression on his face.
“Ah! Hyung! I...I totally forgot about y-your....” Taemin begins and trails off when he sees the bulge still apparent under Minho’s trousers and blushes slightly. After all they’ve done, he still seems shy and Minho finds it ridiculously endearing.
“No, don’t worry about me. This is all for you. I’ll be fine,” Minho reassures him in a low voice, a calming whisper in the darkness of the kitchen.
Taemin looks up worriedly at the older boy, “but...doesn’t it hurt?” he begins.
Minho cuts him off again with a chaste kiss, too brief to warm his mouth, but just long enough to make his heart nearly flutter out of his chest. Just enough to catch that hint of aftershave and have it lingering deliciously in his senses until the next time they kiss again.
“I’m fine, trust me, I’m fine” Minho smiles again, pulling away from the maknae and grabbing a towel from beside the sink that Kibum had made sure to place there before they had gone for rehearsal that morning. Key’s OCD-ness came in handy this time and Minho turns to smile softly at the Taemin while he runs warm water from the sink. His smile turns into a grin that he tries to hide when he sees Taemin attempting to cover himself with his hands.
Twisting the water from the now damply towel, Minho looks up again just in time to catch Taemin staring at him intently, eyes drifting off to another place as he gazes at the elder boy fixedly -- it’s a look that Minho has never seen before -- it speaks of contentment and something deeper, something cozy and blossoming like a bright sunflower. Minho feels his heart melt again at the sight and can’t help but continue smiling as he returns to Taemin.
The warm dampness of the towel feels comforting on Taemin’s soft, milky skin and his eyes shut slowly, like a kitten being fed a bowl of milk, and Minho wouldn’t be surprised if Taemin starts purring right now.
“Thanks, Minho hyung,” Taemin says slowly, a sweet smile on his face, eyes still closed. He looks like a pleased cat.
Minho hums in return and tosses the towel in the sink once he’s done cleaning up the younger boy, then reaching down and helping Taemin back into his pajama bottoms which had been tossed on the floor sometime earlier in their haste.
Naturally, once the pants are back on the pair of legs to whom they belong, Taemin inadvertently falls against the other’s broad chest, long honey locks tickling his open neck.
“Let’s go into the bedroom, Taemin-ah,” Minho says in a soft voice, lowered and smooth like liquid chocolate, smooth like the way Taemin moves to a rhythm.
A soft exhale escapes Taemin and he nods in consent, slipping off the no-longer cold counter top and following the taller boy into the hallway, their hands somehow locked together as if they are now inseparable -- tied together by an invisible, magnetic string.
They fall beside each other on the cool, clean sheets, and Taemin recalls when they would do this sometimes at home in Korea, just fall into a comfortable, calm silence side by side. But now, there’s something different. Something about the way he looks up at Minho and clutches his hand close to his chest, as if trying to let Minho feel his heart. Feel the emotions that are coursing through him right now. They’re all so strange, so overwhelming and at the same time so invigorating -- like a breath of fresh air. Something that he’s been needing because he’s been feeling so suffocated.
There’s something different about the way that Minho plays with Taemin’s wispy locks of hair with his free hand and presses the other boy close against his chest.
“You know, I thought you were going to reject me,” Minho breaks the silence. Under the covers, his body curling gently around the younger boy.
“What? Why?” Taemin says innocently, turning to look at his hyung. “Why would you think that? We’ve always been so close. Did you doubt me?”
Minho pauses. “No, I doubted myself. I didn’t think...I had such good luck.” he replies quietly and this makes Taemin’s heart skip a beat. His response is to close his eyes and smile against the back of Minho’s hand, mouthing in short hot breaths, “Me neither, hyung. Me neither.”
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A/N: liek mah porn ? :D sry i made taemin all innocent and shit and i know that its cliche but i think it works really well with the 2min pairing and to be honest, i like my Taemin pure and innocent on the facade hahaha. Well i'm glad i didn't make them have full on sex yet because i don't think my Taemin muse is ready for that yet >_> SO ANYWAYS, until next time XD
Did you enjoy? leave me comments! This is my first shinee fic so yeah, I'd like to get some feedback so i'll know which direction i should go from here.
I'm off to do nanowrimo now....oh gosh...50,000 words is gonna haunt me forever T_T