[Shinee] Alpha Dog
Taemin knew that Kibum was going to sneak into his room that night and curl himself to fit their bodies together. His hyung has been giving him “the look” since they began their schedule that day and Taemin knows that look all too well. Actually, Taemin was immune to the forced telepathy of Kibum’s stare but the continuous touching left no room for confusion.
So, they’re kissing. Heatedly. Like, extremely heatedly. Hands are going where they shouldn’t and breaths are staining skin of desire and lust. Taemin finds himself under the older boy, clawing at his back and thrusting his hips upward, shamelessly, where his hard length is exploring Kibum’s smooth abdomen, the feel sending shockwaves pulsating throughout his entire body.
Kibum slides to Taemin’s side, taking his thigh (and Taemin’s greedy lips) with him. With both hands on Taemin’s boney shoulders he maneuvers the younger boy to turn to the opposite direction. Taemin complies, uncertainty still not kicking in. His head is positioned in an awkward angle, twisting uncomfortably to keep his tongue down Kibum’s throat.
Warm hands are spreading his ass cheeks and everything is fine. Until he feels the tip of Kibum’s finger tracing his entrance.
Taemin’s eyes fly open at the sensation, peeling half of himself off the mattress, Kibum falling backwards. Taemin shifts on his side, leans on his arm, eyes narrow beneath brows that were drawn together, lips plump, bruised and slightly parted
“Hyung.” He breathes through the darkness. “What the hell?”
“What?” Kibum shakes his head. He tucks his legs beneath him as he scoots a bit closer. Taemin inches away a bit. “What?”
“Were you trying to…” Taemin, although he has had his share of experience, is still a bit new to the ways of the world and slightly sensitive to hearing words like fucking, anal and erection let alone having to say them himself. Kibum recognizes this fact as Taemin completes his broken query by poking his forefinger at thin air a few times.
Kibum watches the gesture, a grimace slowly taking hold of his face. He remains silent because he has nothing nice to say not because he doesn’t understand what the younger boy was implying.
Taemin assumes his lack of response was due to the latter. He adds to his sign language a hole for the finger to go in and out of by connecting the forefinger and thumb of his other hand.
“..you know.” Taemin probes.
Kibum can’t decide whether to laugh or cry. Or both. He pushes Taemin’s malicious hand gestures away. “Yeah. I think I get what you mean.” He assures Taemin with a roll of his eyes.
Taemin smiles, satisfied with himself.
“So what if I was?” Kibum drops the entire exchange and tries to ignite the flame again by running his knuckles along Taemin’s jaw line.
“Hyung,” Taemin starts, looking at Kibum as if the older boy had just kicked a puppy or something. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“What do you mean?” Kibum’s only half listening as his eyes focus on Taemin’s lips.
“Well,” Taemin chews on his bottom lips before continuing. Kibum drools. Mentally, of course. “Minho hyung says that-“
“Minho?” Kibum’s eyes snap to Taemin’s. “Nothing good comes out of sentences that start with Minho hyung says.”
Kibum attempts to satisfy his hunger for Taemin’s lips, leaning in, eyes half-lidded when-
“-you are the bottom of the group.” Taemin’s sentence stops him in place. Kibum extends his neck back, his sharp eyes leveled with honest, soft ones.
“Minho says I’m the.” Kibum pulls a face. “Bottom. Of the group.”
Taemin nods when Kibum sits back on his calves. “The nerve!” he whispered/shouted, voice raspy and hoarse. “I’m not the bottom of the group. How did that even. I don’t. Why am I the bottom?”
“Minho hyung says,” Kibum huffs at the way Taemin uses that as an opening again. “that you like it.”
Kibum was prepared to say something when he hears Taemin and nods in defeat instead. “True. Minho is such a whore.” His eyes dart at Taemin again. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t mix and match.”
Taemin looks genuinely confused. “Like clothes?”
Kibum tries not to laugh or pinch the younger boy’s cheeks for fear that it would ruin the moment. “Sure.”
“But,” Taemin shakes his head. “I don’t wear my pants on my head.”
Shit, that’s a fucking good point. “Taemin-ah, when I’m done with you, you won’t be caring much about where you wear your pants.”
“Why’s that, hyung?”
Taemin sucks in a breath when Kibum pulls at his bottom lips with his teeth. “Coz I’ll be pushing you in so deep on this mattress that you’ll be too busy trying to remember your own name.”
Nice save, kibum. He congratulates himself.
Kibum is slowly helping Taemin back down to lie on his stomach, his tongue expertly inquisitive and breathing on the younger boy’s ear. Taemin protests one last time when Kibum wedges him between his thighs. “Hyung,”
Kibum places both hands on either side of Taemin’s head as he leans forward.
“Minho hyung says-“
“Ssh.” Kibum presses his weight onto Taemin’s smooth back, finger trailing downwards. “Kibum hyung thinks you should start moaning his name out instead.”
~o~
The next night Kibum is lazing around the dorm, becoming one with the brown couch when Minho stomps angrily into the common room, scowling proudly as he spots Kibum and progresses forward. He pauses a few feet away from the couch and grabs onto his hips.
“Taemin said that you said that I was a whore.”
;;
I was looking after my sister's 4 m/o baby a few mins ago
and she was cryin like crazy
for some random reason I played Lucifer (The MV)
Put her in front of my laptop
and I swear to God, she stopped almost instantly.
It was just a really epic moment.
That I wanted to share.
(I wish I got that on film)
So, they’re kissing. Heatedly. Like, extremely heatedly. Hands are going where they shouldn’t and breaths are staining skin of desire and lust. Taemin finds himself under the older boy, clawing at his back and thrusting his hips upward, shamelessly, where his hard length is exploring Kibum’s smooth abdomen, the feel sending shockwaves pulsating throughout his entire body.
Kibum slides to Taemin’s side, taking his thigh (and Taemin’s greedy lips) with him. With both hands on Taemin’s boney shoulders he maneuvers the younger boy to turn to the opposite direction. Taemin complies, uncertainty still not kicking in. His head is positioned in an awkward angle, twisting uncomfortably to keep his tongue down Kibum’s throat.
Warm hands are spreading his ass cheeks and everything is fine. Until he feels the tip of Kibum’s finger tracing his entrance.
Taemin’s eyes fly open at the sensation, peeling half of himself off the mattress, Kibum falling backwards. Taemin shifts on his side, leans on his arm, eyes narrow beneath brows that were drawn together, lips plump, bruised and slightly parted
“Hyung.” He breathes through the darkness. “What the hell?”
“What?” Kibum shakes his head. He tucks his legs beneath him as he scoots a bit closer. Taemin inches away a bit. “What?”
“Were you trying to…” Taemin, although he has had his share of experience, is still a bit new to the ways of the world and slightly sensitive to hearing words like fucking, anal and erection let alone having to say them himself. Kibum recognizes this fact as Taemin completes his broken query by poking his forefinger at thin air a few times.
Kibum watches the gesture, a grimace slowly taking hold of his face. He remains silent because he has nothing nice to say not because he doesn’t understand what the younger boy was implying.
Taemin assumes his lack of response was due to the latter. He adds to his sign language a hole for the finger to go in and out of by connecting the forefinger and thumb of his other hand.
“..you know.” Taemin probes.
Kibum can’t decide whether to laugh or cry. Or both. He pushes Taemin’s malicious hand gestures away. “Yeah. I think I get what you mean.” He assures Taemin with a roll of his eyes.
Taemin smiles, satisfied with himself.
“So what if I was?” Kibum drops the entire exchange and tries to ignite the flame again by running his knuckles along Taemin’s jaw line.
“Hyung,” Taemin starts, looking at Kibum as if the older boy had just kicked a puppy or something. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“What do you mean?” Kibum’s only half listening as his eyes focus on Taemin’s lips.
“Well,” Taemin chews on his bottom lips before continuing. Kibum drools. Mentally, of course. “Minho hyung says that-“
“Minho?” Kibum’s eyes snap to Taemin’s. “Nothing good comes out of sentences that start with Minho hyung says.”
Kibum attempts to satisfy his hunger for Taemin’s lips, leaning in, eyes half-lidded when-
“-you are the bottom of the group.” Taemin’s sentence stops him in place. Kibum extends his neck back, his sharp eyes leveled with honest, soft ones.
“Minho says I’m the.” Kibum pulls a face. “Bottom. Of the group.”
Taemin nods when Kibum sits back on his calves. “The nerve!” he whispered/shouted, voice raspy and hoarse. “I’m not the bottom of the group. How did that even. I don’t. Why am I the bottom?”
“Minho hyung says,” Kibum huffs at the way Taemin uses that as an opening again. “that you like it.”
Kibum was prepared to say something when he hears Taemin and nods in defeat instead. “True. Minho is such a whore.” His eyes dart at Taemin again. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t mix and match.”
Taemin looks genuinely confused. “Like clothes?”
Kibum tries not to laugh or pinch the younger boy’s cheeks for fear that it would ruin the moment. “Sure.”
“But,” Taemin shakes his head. “I don’t wear my pants on my head.”
Shit, that’s a fucking good point. “Taemin-ah, when I’m done with you, you won’t be caring much about where you wear your pants.”
“Why’s that, hyung?”
Taemin sucks in a breath when Kibum pulls at his bottom lips with his teeth. “Coz I’ll be pushing you in so deep on this mattress that you’ll be too busy trying to remember your own name.”
Nice save, kibum. He congratulates himself.
Kibum is slowly helping Taemin back down to lie on his stomach, his tongue expertly inquisitive and breathing on the younger boy’s ear. Taemin protests one last time when Kibum wedges him between his thighs. “Hyung,”
Kibum places both hands on either side of Taemin’s head as he leans forward.
“Minho hyung says-“
“Ssh.” Kibum presses his weight onto Taemin’s smooth back, finger trailing downwards. “Kibum hyung thinks you should start moaning his name out instead.”
~o~
The next night Kibum is lazing around the dorm, becoming one with the brown couch when Minho stomps angrily into the common room, scowling proudly as he spots Kibum and progresses forward. He pauses a few feet away from the couch and grabs onto his hips.
“Taemin said that you said that I was a whore.”
;;
I was looking after my sister's 4 m/o baby a few mins ago
and she was cryin like crazy
for some random reason I played Lucifer (The MV)
Put her in front of my laptop
and I swear to God, she stopped almost instantly.
It was just a really epic moment.
That I wanted to share.
(I wish I got that on film)