(this is) how we do; 2min
(this is) how we do
a/n: ugh 4am porn. why. ugh just prepare the failboat, okay? ♥
for kinamona / indelible_x. because otters and cheesecake.
They literally have only moments before their trainer is due back, but that's plenty of time for Taemin and Minho to at least get one of them off. their bodies had been sliding against each other for far too long, and the bits of skin (or nipples, in Minho's case) that occasionally slipped from natural friction had been driving the makane up the wall.
He's pressing Minho against the mirrors and tipping his head up to press fast and furious kisses against those lips, ignoring the soft squeaks of sweat slicking against the glass, ignoring the way Minho immediately kisses him back and slides hands up his sweat soaked tanktop, though letting out this shudder throughout his entire body that ripples through both of them.
Their tongues clash in an attempt for dominance, Minho's frustratingly lazy pace agitating Taemin to the point of where he pulls back and glares through sweat-soaked bangs at him. "Hyung. we have ten minutes, tops."
"Hinting at something?" Minho smirks, tweaking an already-hard nipple to watch the expression of pleasure grace across Taemin's face; to which the younger boy growls and pulls him down in a near-perfect excecution of their finale floor move. He straddles Minho's waist almost immediately, rocking their hips together in impatience, but is taken aback when he feels Minho immediately flip him over and turning him around to face the mirror, sliding two fingers into his mouth.
"Minho-"
"Shh." And Taemin falls silent as those fingers are swiftly undoing the buckle and buttons of his pants, reaching in and giving Taemin's already-hard length a few teasingly slow strokes, slipping both of them inside and beginning to stretch the other.
He watches with half-lidded eyes as Taemin rocks back on the fingers, letting out a whimper of loss when Minho removed them, before a shaky moan escaped his lips as he felt Minho somewhat gently ease into him.
Minho hardly gave him a moment to prepare (and secretly, Taemin found himself enjoying it) before he was thrusting in and out of the dancer's body, loving every shudder and moan of hyung that happened to escape the younger's lips.
Taemin's vaguely aware of suddenly finding his back against the wall, missing the feel of precum on the glass sliding against his member, but looking up and seeing a lustfully feral expression in Minho's eyes.
"Do you know how easy it is to move you, Taemin?" The sentence is spoken almost casually, as if Minho was asking Kibum to buy him some patbingsu on the way home from wherever.
"Nngh...I'd...imagine pretty easily," he's panting out; wishing the older boy would change the angle and hit that spot; he's almost painfully hard and precum's starting to make his sweaty clothes even damper.
"Especially when I still have my dick inside you," he's growling against Taemin's ear and watching him shudder; whether it was from the heat or lust, both weren't sure. "You wouldn't imagine how tight you feel." And within seconds he's changing the angle of his thrusts and Taemin's howling because fuck, this is so goddamn deeper than what he's used to, letting his nails dig into Minho's biceps and shudders raking through his body.
Minho's continuing but Taemin's too far gone; torn between the intense heat all around him and the raw desire of Minho to have him all of a sudden, and before he knows it, he's coming all over Minho's tanktop with a whimper of the other's name. The older boy comes inside a moment later, biting Taemin's shoulder roughly to muffle any excess moans.
They stay like that for a few moments before the feeling of cum on his thighs knocks Taemin back to reality, and he gives Minho a small glare. "We still have to dance in these."
Minho grins. "I don't think you'll be doing much dancing."
Taemin groans, moving to punch his shoulder, but stumbling. And, as if it was part of their routine, Minho catches him with a soft smile. "Take two."
a/n: ugh 4am porn. why. ugh just prepare the failboat, okay? ♥
for kinamona / indelible_x. because otters and cheesecake.
They literally have only moments before their trainer is due back, but that's plenty of time for Taemin and Minho to at least get one of them off. their bodies had been sliding against each other for far too long, and the bits of skin (or nipples, in Minho's case) that occasionally slipped from natural friction had been driving the makane up the wall.
He's pressing Minho against the mirrors and tipping his head up to press fast and furious kisses against those lips, ignoring the soft squeaks of sweat slicking against the glass, ignoring the way Minho immediately kisses him back and slides hands up his sweat soaked tanktop, though letting out this shudder throughout his entire body that ripples through both of them.
Their tongues clash in an attempt for dominance, Minho's frustratingly lazy pace agitating Taemin to the point of where he pulls back and glares through sweat-soaked bangs at him. "Hyung. we have ten minutes, tops."
"Hinting at something?" Minho smirks, tweaking an already-hard nipple to watch the expression of pleasure grace across Taemin's face; to which the younger boy growls and pulls him down in a near-perfect excecution of their finale floor move. He straddles Minho's waist almost immediately, rocking their hips together in impatience, but is taken aback when he feels Minho immediately flip him over and turning him around to face the mirror, sliding two fingers into his mouth.
"Minho-"
"Shh." And Taemin falls silent as those fingers are swiftly undoing the buckle and buttons of his pants, reaching in and giving Taemin's already-hard length a few teasingly slow strokes, slipping both of them inside and beginning to stretch the other.
He watches with half-lidded eyes as Taemin rocks back on the fingers, letting out a whimper of loss when Minho removed them, before a shaky moan escaped his lips as he felt Minho somewhat gently ease into him.
Minho hardly gave him a moment to prepare (and secretly, Taemin found himself enjoying it) before he was thrusting in and out of the dancer's body, loving every shudder and moan of hyung that happened to escape the younger's lips.
Taemin's vaguely aware of suddenly finding his back against the wall, missing the feel of precum on the glass sliding against his member, but looking up and seeing a lustfully feral expression in Minho's eyes.
"Do you know how easy it is to move you, Taemin?" The sentence is spoken almost casually, as if Minho was asking Kibum to buy him some patbingsu on the way home from wherever.
"Nngh...I'd...imagine pretty easily," he's panting out; wishing the older boy would change the angle and hit that spot; he's almost painfully hard and precum's starting to make his sweaty clothes even damper.
"Especially when I still have my dick inside you," he's growling against Taemin's ear and watching him shudder; whether it was from the heat or lust, both weren't sure. "You wouldn't imagine how tight you feel." And within seconds he's changing the angle of his thrusts and Taemin's howling because fuck, this is so goddamn deeper than what he's used to, letting his nails dig into Minho's biceps and shudders raking through his body.
Minho's continuing but Taemin's too far gone; torn between the intense heat all around him and the raw desire of Minho to have him all of a sudden, and before he knows it, he's coming all over Minho's tanktop with a whimper of the other's name. The older boy comes inside a moment later, biting Taemin's shoulder roughly to muffle any excess moans.
They stay like that for a few moments before the feeling of cum on his thighs knocks Taemin back to reality, and he gives Minho a small glare. "We still have to dance in these."
Minho grins. "I don't think you'll be doing much dancing."
Taemin groans, moving to punch his shoulder, but stumbling. And, as if it was part of their routine, Minho catches him with a soft smile. "Take two."