Madly in Bed with You [2/2]
Madly in Bed with You
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2299
Summary: Four years of building sexual frustration needs to be released. Soon.
Thanks to Taemin’s helpful directions and Minho’s lead foot, they managed to make it to Taemin’s house in four minutes flat. Taemin was out of the car before Minho had killed the engine, fumbling with his key to get the door open. Minho felt impossibly hard as he struggled to get his long legs out of his suddenly too-small car.
Taemin was already in the house by the time Minho made it to the porch, which was probably a good thing because he might have taken Taemin right up against the wall, he was so impatient. He closed the door behind himself, even remembering to slip his off his shoes before he followed the sound of Taemin’s footsteps down the hall.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw Taemin sprawled out on the rather small bed. He’d taken his hair out of its small ponytail, the strands splayed out over the pillow and sticking to his already damp forehead. The left strap of his tank top had slipped off his shoulder, the hem riding up just enough to show off a strip of skin. It made Minho almost unbearably hard, his dick threatening to break out of the swim trunks all on its own. He licked his lips, mouth far too dry, as he raked his eyes down Taemin’s legs. Long, slender, lightly tanned, practically hairless, and spread just for him. Minho nearly came just from the sight.
And Taemin wasn’t even naked yet.
Taemin watched in excitement as Minho licked his wonderfully full lips, crossing the room in several long strides. He spread his legs even further, beckoning the older boy to come lay between them. He had the fleeting thought that he should probably be embarrassed, but as Minho crawled atop him, his erection pressing insistently against his thigh, all coherent thoughts left him but one-which he voiced. “Fuck me hyung,” he begged, not really caring that he sounded like a slut.
Minho groaned in his ear, pressing himself harder against Taemin, his heavier body pushing Taemin into the mattress. “It would be my pleasure,” Minho growled in Taemin’s ear, moving down to bite at his neck harshly, marking him.
Taemin let out a strangled moan, his hands grabbing at Minho’s shirt, yanking on it. “Off, off, off,” he chanted, panting as Minho’s hot mouth worked over his skin. He was almost afraid that Minho would make some snarky comment, or laugh at him for wanting it so much, but thankfully he didn’t. Instead Taemin felt the low growl against his skin, felt the push of the older boy’s hips, and then everything was gone for a moment as Minho ripped his shirt over his head, mussing his already tousled hair.
Taemin reached out for it, burying his fingers in the thick mess and pulling him down so he could taste Minho in return, run his tongue over the older boy’s neck. Minho groaned, pushing harder with his hips, his large hands making their way under Taemin’s thin tank top, palms running over Taemin’s stomach, and the younger boy couldn’t stop the little noises that fell from his lips.
Minho seemed to lose all control then. The sounds Taemin was making, the warmth and softness of his skin, the feel of his body beneath Minho’s…it was driving him insane. He practically tore Taemin’s shirt from his body, revealing the younger boy’s chest and stomach, the expanse of skin looking so soft and flawless, his pink nipples pert and hard.
Taemin’s breath left him in a gasp as his shirt was pulled off, and Minho wasted no time leaning down, running his slick tongue over one of the perky buds. Taemin made the most delicious sound Minho had ever heard, his thin fingers twisting harder in his hair. The roughness and excitement in the gesture turned Minho on even more, his body too hot, Taemin’s skin too hot-everything was too hot.
He gave one more teasing bite to the nipple in his mouth before pulling back, his hands fumbling with the button on Taemin’s shorts. The younger boy let out an appreciative sigh as Minho slid the shorts down his legs. He’d been right-Taemin was going commando. Not that he could really say anything on the matter because he was too… It was almost like they both knew what would happen today. He decided he didn’t mind it at all as he slipped his own shorts off, since it made things much easier.
“Hyung…please,” Taemin whined, pulling Minho on top of him again, their naked bodies pressing together in the best way possible. “Take me,” he breathed hotly into Minho’s ear, mouthing and nipping at the lobe, moving lower to leave his own mark beneath the older boy’s jaw.
Minho let out a moan, pressing himself against Taemin before panting out, “Lube.”
Taemin shook his head, reaching for Minho’s hand exploring his chest, bringing it to his lips. He parted his lips, carefully bringing three of Minho’s fingers into his mouth. They tasted a little like sweat, a bit like the chlorine of the pool, but underneath that they tasted like Minho. Taemin was sure that was the only thing he would want to taste for the rest of his life.
He heard Minho moan again as he sucked on his fingers like they were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. And hell, they just might have been…because it was Minho, the boy he’d lusted after for years, the boy he’d wanted like no other. He licked the fingers in his mouth, letting out little noises of his own because Minho just tasted so damn good.
Minho groaned, pulling his fingers from Taemin’s mouth with a wet pop, leaning down to lick the excess saliva from Taemin’s lips. It should have been disgusting, should have been gross, but it wasn’t. It was hot, it was dirty, it was perfect, and Taemin found himself digging his fingers into the older boy’s shoulder blades, trying to pull him as close as possible.
Minho complied with the silent demand, pressing himself into the lithe body below him, lifting Taemin’s slim leg over his shoulder. He bit down on the younger’s neck, the boy letting out a sound that had Minho ready to cum at any second. He took a steadying breath, pressing the pad of his finger hesitantly against Taemin’s entrance.
“Take me hyung,” Taemin said again, wrapping his other leg behind Minho, running his foot up the back of his thigh. Minho let out a strangled sound-something between a moan and a groan, and maybe even a squeak, panting because fuck, this was just too much.
When he gathered the courage to press his finger into Taemin everything became…more. His skin was hotter, Taemin’s skin softer where his fingers brushed against it, his dick more sensitive as it pressed against Taemin’s smooth thigh, and the tightness around his finger…it made his breath catch.
“Hyung,” Taemin breathed, pulling Minho closer with his legs that were wrapped around him. “Faster please. I want you,” he whispered against Minho’s cheek, his fingers tangled in the older boy’s hair again.
Minho swallowed, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses to Taemin’s neck and shoulders as he inserted another finger alongside the first. The noises that Taemin made…the way that he clenched around Minho’s fingers…Minho was worried that he might cum before he’d even gotten inside. If I can even fit…it’s so tight.
The third finger hurt-Taemin wasn’t going to lie. But it was a good hurt-like when you pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming-it proved that everything happening was real, and not one of his fantasies.
He ran his hands over Minho’s broad back, feeling the muscles tense beneath his fingers. The noise that Minho released was enough to distract him from the uncomfortable twist of fingers inside him. He liked the noise so much that he decided to try something else. He dragged one hand up the older boy’s spine, fingers splayed against the hot skin, running the other hand lower, over the swell of Minho’s ass. The strangled moan breathed into his ear had Taemin moaning himself, grinding down and clenching on the fingers inside of him.
“Take me hyung,” he whispered, licking at the sweat on the other’s neck. “Take me now. I need you.”
Minho wanted to reply, “I need you too,” but he couldn’t find the breath for it, the desperate tone in Taemin’s voice knocking all the air from his lungs. So he showed him instead. He pulled his fingers out, spitting on his hand and slicking up his cock, leaning down to whisper in Taemin’s ear, “Are you ready?”
The boy nodded, his fingers gripping Minho’s biceps tightly. “Take me hyung, I’ve never been more ready for something,” the younger whispered breathily, the words puffing hotly against Minho’s already too-hot skin.
Minho couldn’t wait any longer then. His lips attacked Taemin’s slender neck and jaw, the fingers of his free hand running over every inch of skin they could find. Once he was sure the boy was properly distracted-as he’d heard this part hurt-he lined himself up, sinking in as slowly as he could manage, even though he really just wanted to push in as hard and fast as he was able. The tightness was incredible-it stopped his breath, made his body feel like it was on fire, had little sparks of electricity running from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, and it was so perfect-until he noticed that Taemin didn’t seem to be reacting the same way.
There was a difference between hearing something, and experiencing it, Taemin decided. He’d heard that it would hurt, heard that the first part wasn’t so fun. But that didn’t really prepare him for the pain of feeling like he was being ripped apart. Before the first tears could even build up though, Minho’s large hands were all over his face, petting, soothing, running through his hair. “It’s okay,” the older boy murmured, pressing kisses all over his face. “Do you want me to stop?”
Taemin shook his head, placing his hands over Minho’s and twining their fingers together. He’d been waiting years for this, he didn’t want to stop. “I…just move hyung,” he whispered, squeezing the other’s hands. Maybe if Minho moved it would feel better, like walking off an injury.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and Taemin just nodded again, using his legs to pull Minho closer. Minho seemed to take the hint then, and Taemin laid back again, trying to relax as the older pulled back and pushed forward.
He tried to distract himself from the pain by watching Minho move above him. It was a very good distraction…watching the way Minho’s taut body rolled, his muscles moving beneath his sweaty skin, the light through the window making his back glisten. Taemin was already feeling better, moving his body with Minho’s…watching the pleasure on the other boy’s face. Yes…this was worth it.
Minho was really starting to feel bad. He felt so terrible that he was feeling fucking fantastic when the boy beneath him was so obviously uncomfortable. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong, it was supposed to feel good for both of them, it-
His train of thought was abruptly cut off as Taemin clenched around him so tightly it almost hurt, letting out a loud sound that most definitely was not from pain. The younger boy’s fingers scrabbled at his back, scratching the skin. “Omo hyung, again,” he panted, moving to pull Minho in deeper.
Minho grinned, repeating the action and eliciting an even better response from the boy beneath him. This was what Minho had wanted when they decided to do this. He wanted Taemin sweating, writhing, moaning, and gasping in pleasure beneath him.
TaeMin couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel anything but Minho. And he was completely alright with that because he’d never felt this good. It was…there were no words to describe the pleasure coursing through him, the way that Minho was making him feel. It was complete and utter bliss, infinite times better than any of his fantasies combined.
It seemed like it was only minutes later that he was shouting Minho’s name at the top of his lungs, his release spurting between their already slick bodies. His orgasm rocked him so hard that he almost didn’t notice Minho’s release filling him up. And it was weird, but it was good, so good.
It felt like his limbs had turned to jelly as he laid there panting, Minho pulling out of him and collapsing on the bed next to him. Taemin rolled over, turning so he could see Minho’s face. He was beautiful-sweat sticking his hair to his skin, his large eyes dark, plush lips parted as he caught his breath. He reached out slowly, pushing Minho’s bangs out of his face. The older boy made a small noise, raising an eyebrow.
“I think…” Taemin trailed off, mesmerized by the feel of the other’s lips beneath his fingers.
“What do you think?” Minho asked, his lips brushing Taemin’s fingers in a way that made the younger boy unsure if he was just talking or actually kissing his fingers.
“I think…now that I’ve fallen madly in bed with you…that I could fall madly in love with you,” he whispered, leaning closer to Minho’s face.
Minho leaned forward as well, his fingers threading through Taemin’s mussed strands. “I think,” he murmured, moving ever closer. “That I could fall madly in love with you too.”
Taemin smiled then, unable to help himself as he closed the last bit between them, their lips touching for the first time.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2299
Summary: Four years of building sexual frustration needs to be released. Soon.
Thanks to Taemin’s helpful directions and Minho’s lead foot, they managed to make it to Taemin’s house in four minutes flat. Taemin was out of the car before Minho had killed the engine, fumbling with his key to get the door open. Minho felt impossibly hard as he struggled to get his long legs out of his suddenly too-small car.
Taemin was already in the house by the time Minho made it to the porch, which was probably a good thing because he might have taken Taemin right up against the wall, he was so impatient. He closed the door behind himself, even remembering to slip his off his shoes before he followed the sound of Taemin’s footsteps down the hall.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw Taemin sprawled out on the rather small bed. He’d taken his hair out of its small ponytail, the strands splayed out over the pillow and sticking to his already damp forehead. The left strap of his tank top had slipped off his shoulder, the hem riding up just enough to show off a strip of skin. It made Minho almost unbearably hard, his dick threatening to break out of the swim trunks all on its own. He licked his lips, mouth far too dry, as he raked his eyes down Taemin’s legs. Long, slender, lightly tanned, practically hairless, and spread just for him. Minho nearly came just from the sight.
And Taemin wasn’t even naked yet.
Taemin watched in excitement as Minho licked his wonderfully full lips, crossing the room in several long strides. He spread his legs even further, beckoning the older boy to come lay between them. He had the fleeting thought that he should probably be embarrassed, but as Minho crawled atop him, his erection pressing insistently against his thigh, all coherent thoughts left him but one-which he voiced. “Fuck me hyung,” he begged, not really caring that he sounded like a slut.
Minho groaned in his ear, pressing himself harder against Taemin, his heavier body pushing Taemin into the mattress. “It would be my pleasure,” Minho growled in Taemin’s ear, moving down to bite at his neck harshly, marking him.
Taemin let out a strangled moan, his hands grabbing at Minho’s shirt, yanking on it. “Off, off, off,” he chanted, panting as Minho’s hot mouth worked over his skin. He was almost afraid that Minho would make some snarky comment, or laugh at him for wanting it so much, but thankfully he didn’t. Instead Taemin felt the low growl against his skin, felt the push of the older boy’s hips, and then everything was gone for a moment as Minho ripped his shirt over his head, mussing his already tousled hair.
Taemin reached out for it, burying his fingers in the thick mess and pulling him down so he could taste Minho in return, run his tongue over the older boy’s neck. Minho groaned, pushing harder with his hips, his large hands making their way under Taemin’s thin tank top, palms running over Taemin’s stomach, and the younger boy couldn’t stop the little noises that fell from his lips.
Minho seemed to lose all control then. The sounds Taemin was making, the warmth and softness of his skin, the feel of his body beneath Minho’s…it was driving him insane. He practically tore Taemin’s shirt from his body, revealing the younger boy’s chest and stomach, the expanse of skin looking so soft and flawless, his pink nipples pert and hard.
Taemin’s breath left him in a gasp as his shirt was pulled off, and Minho wasted no time leaning down, running his slick tongue over one of the perky buds. Taemin made the most delicious sound Minho had ever heard, his thin fingers twisting harder in his hair. The roughness and excitement in the gesture turned Minho on even more, his body too hot, Taemin’s skin too hot-everything was too hot.
He gave one more teasing bite to the nipple in his mouth before pulling back, his hands fumbling with the button on Taemin’s shorts. The younger boy let out an appreciative sigh as Minho slid the shorts down his legs. He’d been right-Taemin was going commando. Not that he could really say anything on the matter because he was too… It was almost like they both knew what would happen today. He decided he didn’t mind it at all as he slipped his own shorts off, since it made things much easier.
“Hyung…please,” Taemin whined, pulling Minho on top of him again, their naked bodies pressing together in the best way possible. “Take me,” he breathed hotly into Minho’s ear, mouthing and nipping at the lobe, moving lower to leave his own mark beneath the older boy’s jaw.
Minho let out a moan, pressing himself against Taemin before panting out, “Lube.”
Taemin shook his head, reaching for Minho’s hand exploring his chest, bringing it to his lips. He parted his lips, carefully bringing three of Minho’s fingers into his mouth. They tasted a little like sweat, a bit like the chlorine of the pool, but underneath that they tasted like Minho. Taemin was sure that was the only thing he would want to taste for the rest of his life.
He heard Minho moan again as he sucked on his fingers like they were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. And hell, they just might have been…because it was Minho, the boy he’d lusted after for years, the boy he’d wanted like no other. He licked the fingers in his mouth, letting out little noises of his own because Minho just tasted so damn good.
Minho groaned, pulling his fingers from Taemin’s mouth with a wet pop, leaning down to lick the excess saliva from Taemin’s lips. It should have been disgusting, should have been gross, but it wasn’t. It was hot, it was dirty, it was perfect, and Taemin found himself digging his fingers into the older boy’s shoulder blades, trying to pull him as close as possible.
Minho complied with the silent demand, pressing himself into the lithe body below him, lifting Taemin’s slim leg over his shoulder. He bit down on the younger’s neck, the boy letting out a sound that had Minho ready to cum at any second. He took a steadying breath, pressing the pad of his finger hesitantly against Taemin’s entrance.
“Take me hyung,” Taemin said again, wrapping his other leg behind Minho, running his foot up the back of his thigh. Minho let out a strangled sound-something between a moan and a groan, and maybe even a squeak, panting because fuck, this was just too much.
When he gathered the courage to press his finger into Taemin everything became…more. His skin was hotter, Taemin’s skin softer where his fingers brushed against it, his dick more sensitive as it pressed against Taemin’s smooth thigh, and the tightness around his finger…it made his breath catch.
“Hyung,” Taemin breathed, pulling Minho closer with his legs that were wrapped around him. “Faster please. I want you,” he whispered against Minho’s cheek, his fingers tangled in the older boy’s hair again.
Minho swallowed, leaning down to press open-mouthed kisses to Taemin’s neck and shoulders as he inserted another finger alongside the first. The noises that Taemin made…the way that he clenched around Minho’s fingers…Minho was worried that he might cum before he’d even gotten inside. If I can even fit…it’s so tight.
The third finger hurt-Taemin wasn’t going to lie. But it was a good hurt-like when you pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming-it proved that everything happening was real, and not one of his fantasies.
He ran his hands over Minho’s broad back, feeling the muscles tense beneath his fingers. The noise that Minho released was enough to distract him from the uncomfortable twist of fingers inside him. He liked the noise so much that he decided to try something else. He dragged one hand up the older boy’s spine, fingers splayed against the hot skin, running the other hand lower, over the swell of Minho’s ass. The strangled moan breathed into his ear had Taemin moaning himself, grinding down and clenching on the fingers inside of him.
“Take me hyung,” he whispered, licking at the sweat on the other’s neck. “Take me now. I need you.”
Minho wanted to reply, “I need you too,” but he couldn’t find the breath for it, the desperate tone in Taemin’s voice knocking all the air from his lungs. So he showed him instead. He pulled his fingers out, spitting on his hand and slicking up his cock, leaning down to whisper in Taemin’s ear, “Are you ready?”
The boy nodded, his fingers gripping Minho’s biceps tightly. “Take me hyung, I’ve never been more ready for something,” the younger whispered breathily, the words puffing hotly against Minho’s already too-hot skin.
Minho couldn’t wait any longer then. His lips attacked Taemin’s slender neck and jaw, the fingers of his free hand running over every inch of skin they could find. Once he was sure the boy was properly distracted-as he’d heard this part hurt-he lined himself up, sinking in as slowly as he could manage, even though he really just wanted to push in as hard and fast as he was able. The tightness was incredible-it stopped his breath, made his body feel like it was on fire, had little sparks of electricity running from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, and it was so perfect-until he noticed that Taemin didn’t seem to be reacting the same way.
There was a difference between hearing something, and experiencing it, Taemin decided. He’d heard that it would hurt, heard that the first part wasn’t so fun. But that didn’t really prepare him for the pain of feeling like he was being ripped apart. Before the first tears could even build up though, Minho’s large hands were all over his face, petting, soothing, running through his hair. “It’s okay,” the older boy murmured, pressing kisses all over his face. “Do you want me to stop?”
Taemin shook his head, placing his hands over Minho’s and twining their fingers together. He’d been waiting years for this, he didn’t want to stop. “I…just move hyung,” he whispered, squeezing the other’s hands. Maybe if Minho moved it would feel better, like walking off an injury.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and Taemin just nodded again, using his legs to pull Minho closer. Minho seemed to take the hint then, and Taemin laid back again, trying to relax as the older pulled back and pushed forward.
He tried to distract himself from the pain by watching Minho move above him. It was a very good distraction…watching the way Minho’s taut body rolled, his muscles moving beneath his sweaty skin, the light through the window making his back glisten. Taemin was already feeling better, moving his body with Minho’s…watching the pleasure on the other boy’s face. Yes…this was worth it.
Minho was really starting to feel bad. He felt so terrible that he was feeling fucking fantastic when the boy beneath him was so obviously uncomfortable. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong, it was supposed to feel good for both of them, it-
His train of thought was abruptly cut off as Taemin clenched around him so tightly it almost hurt, letting out a loud sound that most definitely was not from pain. The younger boy’s fingers scrabbled at his back, scratching the skin. “Omo hyung, again,” he panted, moving to pull Minho in deeper.
Minho grinned, repeating the action and eliciting an even better response from the boy beneath him. This was what Minho had wanted when they decided to do this. He wanted Taemin sweating, writhing, moaning, and gasping in pleasure beneath him.
TaeMin couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel anything but Minho. And he was completely alright with that because he’d never felt this good. It was…there were no words to describe the pleasure coursing through him, the way that Minho was making him feel. It was complete and utter bliss, infinite times better than any of his fantasies combined.
It seemed like it was only minutes later that he was shouting Minho’s name at the top of his lungs, his release spurting between their already slick bodies. His orgasm rocked him so hard that he almost didn’t notice Minho’s release filling him up. And it was weird, but it was good, so good.
It felt like his limbs had turned to jelly as he laid there panting, Minho pulling out of him and collapsing on the bed next to him. Taemin rolled over, turning so he could see Minho’s face. He was beautiful-sweat sticking his hair to his skin, his large eyes dark, plush lips parted as he caught his breath. He reached out slowly, pushing Minho’s bangs out of his face. The older boy made a small noise, raising an eyebrow.
“I think…” Taemin trailed off, mesmerized by the feel of the other’s lips beneath his fingers.
“What do you think?” Minho asked, his lips brushing Taemin’s fingers in a way that made the younger boy unsure if he was just talking or actually kissing his fingers.
“I think…now that I’ve fallen madly in bed with you…that I could fall madly in love with you,” he whispered, leaning closer to Minho’s face.
Minho leaned forward as well, his fingers threading through Taemin’s mussed strands. “I think,” he murmured, moving ever closer. “That I could fall madly in love with you too.”
Taemin smiled then, unable to help himself as he closed the last bit between them, their lips touching for the first time.
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