Chapter 16 - Connecting
Title: Quasimodo
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU, angst, romance, humor, fluff
Summary: Up in the bell tower, high above the town, one lone boy rang the bells. One lone boy watched those who passed by on the streets below. One lone boy fell in love with another boy whose smile lit up his dark world
A few days passed in the same manner as the ones before, Minho walked Taemin to school, holding him close at the gates and occasionally supplying him with a kiss on the skin before returning to the bell tower. He would wait until after he rang the early morning bells for Key and Jonghyun or Onew to appear with the food for the day and spend a majority or his time talking with them and slowly integrating himself into their lives. He knew that none of them wanted him to feel any pangs of sadness and Minho couldn't bring himself to.
In the afternoons, Taemin would appear in the bell tower and would recieve a hug from his umma before gluing himself to Minho's side. The youngest wasn't too keen on sharing his alone time with Minho, but he didn't our right complain, just dropped subtle hints towards the other boys that seemed unwilling to catch on. But after the sun set and dinner was finished, the others would leave the two alone and head home. For the remainder of the evening Taemin would work on his homework, talking with Minho and trying to finish quickly. Once he was finished, he would lay with Minho on his small bed, curled up against his side, talking and occasionally sharing a sweet kiss.
Before the last bells were tolled, Taemin would shower and get ready for bed. He wore pokemon pajama bottoms and a t-shirt most nights. After the bells gave their last gongs, settling into silence, Minho did the same as Taemin and prepared for bed. Then the two boys would sleep curled up with one another, Minho's arm hooked tightly around Taemin's waist and the younger's face buried in the strong shoulder of his hyung. It was a peaceful way of living and the pair could fall into an easy routine with it.
It was their last night together before Taemin would return to sleeping in his dorm with his hyungs. It gave him a reason to put off his homework and an excuse to cling to his hyung at every second he could. But as night dwindled on, the younger male's heart grew heavy and his finger clung to Minho's shirt sleeve. He didn't leave to bathe like he normally did before the last bells were tolled, he didn't get dressed in his pajamas. He just stuck to Minho's side like glue, trying to stay with him as much as possible before the next morning.
After they rang the last bells together, Taemin turned and held onto Minho tightly, burying his face in Minho's neck. "I don't want this to end hyung. I like staying here at night... but I know I'll start missing umma and the hyungs... I just... I like being here with you." The young boy pouted as Minho gently held him close, one hand resting on the small of his back.
"You're being silly... It's not like you'll never see me again." Minho chuckled warmly, guiding the younger boy backwards to his room. The two seemed to peform an awkward waltz, moving easily with one another but never tripping over feet, just warm smiles on their faces. When they entered the room, the elder boy laid down Taemin, hovering over him with a smile.
The young boy pouted at him, his fingers curling in the sides of Minho's shirt softly, eyes going wide. "But... hyung. This may be the last night we spend together alone... I don't want it to be wasted." His voice was soft, his fingers digging into Minho's sides softly. "I just... Hyung... I... I want to give you all of me." Taemin blushed, looking to the side as Minho cupped his cheek softly.
The bell keeper had no idea what Taemin meant, he wasn't as exposed as the younger boy, but he had natural instincts and urges that he supressed over their time spent together. "Haven't you already done that Taemin~ah? I have your heart don't I?" Minho asked, his deep voice rumbling through his chest as he pressed his hand over the steady thump in the smaller boy's chest. His large eyes looked down, realizing just how tense the situation was becoming between them and he felt the need to kiss the boy beneath him breathless and so much more.
Taemin gave a shy smile and shook his head. "You do hyung... but that's not everything." The smaller male moved around, digging in his pocket and pulling out a small bottle, blushing brightly. "I-I asked Jonghyun about these... these feelings for something more and I mean... I knew what it meant but... I didn't know how to go about remedying it. D-Do you feel the need too hyung?" The boy sounded so uncertain and scared, looking like he was about to burn under Minho's gaze.
"You mean... to take everything further?" Minho asked slowly, his eyes growing a bit wider. "But... how do you do that?" He had no clue how Taemin could give more to him, but he was more than eager to figure it out, to give into those desires that clawed hungrily at the very core of his being.
The younger looked embarrassed again, licking his lips. "I want... to connect with you Minho-hyung... physically. I want to give you my body entirely..." Taemin's eyes were large with want as he made this statement, his body trembling with nerves as he realized he was the only one to know how to go through the entire process. "I want... to make you feel better then you've ever felt before... I want... to have you in me," he whispered, closing his eyes as he tried to keep the heat that was building deep inside him at bay.
"What? H-How would... I do that?" Minho asked bewildered, though some sort of instinct kicked in and he just knew how it would happen. There was a feral drive that could push him to do this and it pressed into Taemin's thigh as he thought about it. He just found himself hoping he was right about this. Maybe his instinct with the younger boy's knowledge they could take everything so much further. "Tell me Minnie..."
"H-Hyung... you have to take this stuff..." Taemin began, looking at the bottle shyly. "Then you put it on your fingers... and... one by one... you... uhm put them in me..." He was blushing bright red and hiding half of his face as Minho's eyes grew so much larger than normal. "A-After that... you put it on you... and... get in me..." Taemin couldn't believe he just said that but, he hoped that Minho understood what he meant as the older boy took the bottle from him.
Minho smiled a little, trying to reduce the nervous tension between the two of them. He leaned forward, gently capturing Taemin's mouth in a lazy kiss. The bell keeper hoped to get them both in a more relaxed state of mind, kissing the younger boy heatedly. It worked, making the frail body melt back into the bed, becoming pliable to the strong hands that lifted him slightly to ease of his shirt.
It wasn't long before both boys were naked and moaning softly into each other's mouths, their nervousness slowly dissipating away. But when Minho finally pulled back, grabbing the small bottle, the nerves set in again and he bit his lip nervously. He could only hope this was right as he slicked up his fingers with the cold substance and smiled nervously. "I-If you don't like it... tell me..." he mumbled softly, unable to imagine anything going in him.
Taemin nodded hastily, biting his lip as he eased open his legs timidly. It was awkward for a few moment as Minho moved his trembling hand down, but once he found the tiny opening and looked up to make sure it was okay, the awkwardness began to dissappear as the blonde head bobbed slowly. The bell keeper was gentle, slowly slipping the digit in, his finger sinking into the virginal entrance. Taemin's face contorted for a moment and his hips wiggled slowly, Minho stopped, looking up concerned. "Am I hurting you?"
"No... just, feels weird..." the younger boy mumbled softly, squirming a little. When the finger began to move in and out, it definitely felt different and Taemin made a little mewl at the back of his throat. Then Minho decided to try something he knew he liked, and began to slowly wrap his long fingers around the swollen erection before him and jerked him slowly. Taemin gave a soft cry, his body rising slowly off the bed as a second finger was inserted into him.
This slow process continued until the younger boy was panting and moaning beneath Minho, wanting more to stimulate his small body. Minho became shaky again, fear of hurting Taemin coursing through his brain for a moment. But he still let the younger boy sit up, taking the lubricant and rubbing it in his palms before gently slicking him up. The elder gave a low moan, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation of someone else touching him beside his own hand. It was invigorating and exciting to look down and watch Taemin touch him slowly, working his shaft with delicate fingers.
Once he was sure Minho had enough on his length, Taemin laid back in the bed, trying to keep Jonghyun's warning out of his mind. He knew it was go to hurt, but he didn't want Minho to know. If he did, then the older boy would surely stop and leave them to find release some other way. So as his hyung settle between his legs again, the younger boy gripped the sheets tightly to mask his future pain and waited.
As the bell keeper slowly pressed into his warm, moistened opening, Taemin bit back a yelp of pain, feeling as if his lower half would rip in two. He knew this would hurt and it would take a little while for the pain to subside, but he knew pleasure would follow. As Minho moved in deeper, he had to hold back from snapping his hips and slamming in, though his eager, virginal body wanted nothing more then to hammer deep and hard into the tight space. A low, long moan just escaped him as he closed his eyes, body suvcumbing to the pleasure.
Minho sat there for a moment, trying to get his brain in order as pleasure coursed thick in his veins. It was an amazing feeling and he couldn't bring himself to ever want to end it. But when his eyes opened and he looked down, he saw the hurt in Taemin's features and the tears silently slipping down his cheeks as he bit his bottom lip to keep quiet. Minho wanted to move to pull out, but he was scared if any sudden movement would hurt Taemin more or not. So he waited, hoping that this was similar to the fingers and it just took time to adjust.
Taemin was trembling, watching as Minho waited. The younger boy gently wrapped his arm around Minho's neck and pulled him forward, letting their lips crash together in a wet, salty kiss. They slowly kissed, tongues dancing within their mouths as Taemin began to relax gradually, releasing the death grip he had on Minho below. As he felt the sting subside, he pulled his mouth back just a centimeter and muttered softly for Minho to move.
The bell keeper was hesitant at first, but did as he was told, pulling his hips back just a little before returning them flush against Taemin's thighs. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot up the boy's spine and it showed on his face, letting Minho know it was slowly getting better for him. Minho gave a few, small thrusts, testing himself, making sure Taemin wasn't too hurt. The boy was grimacing less and less and began to slowly moan, his fingers digging into Minho's back.
It was slow and filled with nerves as Minho felt the pleasure build between them. Something this immensely pleasureful made him want to give in to every burning desire he had towards Taemin, but he held back, knowing it would put his lover in a painful situation. Instead, he tried his hardest to keep a steady slow rhythm, though that was proving to become difficult. He could feel the heat pooling in his gut and could tell by the way Taemin's moans became longer and deeper that he was approaching his end too.
It may have seemed too quick to most, but to the two virgins that had never experienced something so intense, it felt like a life time. Minho watched as Taemin's face contorted into nothing but pure bliss as his back arched off the bed, mouth opened in a silent scream. The elder felt the warmth spreading between them and let his own release hit him full force as he saw white. His hips stuttering to a stop before he pulled out slowly and kissed Taemin's sweaty temple gently.
The two boy laid on the small cot, panting as they tried to let their minds catch up to what they just did. A goofy smile spread over Minho's lips as he saw the debauched look that Taemin had. It made him proud to know he was the one to bring it about and he pulled the sheets over them, bringing the boy closer so they could share the body heat. The two fell asleep slowly, curled around one another.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU, angst, romance, humor, fluff
Summary: Up in the bell tower, high above the town, one lone boy rang the bells. One lone boy watched those who passed by on the streets below. One lone boy fell in love with another boy whose smile lit up his dark world
A few days passed in the same manner as the ones before, Minho walked Taemin to school, holding him close at the gates and occasionally supplying him with a kiss on the skin before returning to the bell tower. He would wait until after he rang the early morning bells for Key and Jonghyun or Onew to appear with the food for the day and spend a majority or his time talking with them and slowly integrating himself into their lives. He knew that none of them wanted him to feel any pangs of sadness and Minho couldn't bring himself to.
In the afternoons, Taemin would appear in the bell tower and would recieve a hug from his umma before gluing himself to Minho's side. The youngest wasn't too keen on sharing his alone time with Minho, but he didn't our right complain, just dropped subtle hints towards the other boys that seemed unwilling to catch on. But after the sun set and dinner was finished, the others would leave the two alone and head home. For the remainder of the evening Taemin would work on his homework, talking with Minho and trying to finish quickly. Once he was finished, he would lay with Minho on his small bed, curled up against his side, talking and occasionally sharing a sweet kiss.
Before the last bells were tolled, Taemin would shower and get ready for bed. He wore pokemon pajama bottoms and a t-shirt most nights. After the bells gave their last gongs, settling into silence, Minho did the same as Taemin and prepared for bed. Then the two boys would sleep curled up with one another, Minho's arm hooked tightly around Taemin's waist and the younger's face buried in the strong shoulder of his hyung. It was a peaceful way of living and the pair could fall into an easy routine with it.
It was their last night together before Taemin would return to sleeping in his dorm with his hyungs. It gave him a reason to put off his homework and an excuse to cling to his hyung at every second he could. But as night dwindled on, the younger male's heart grew heavy and his finger clung to Minho's shirt sleeve. He didn't leave to bathe like he normally did before the last bells were tolled, he didn't get dressed in his pajamas. He just stuck to Minho's side like glue, trying to stay with him as much as possible before the next morning.
After they rang the last bells together, Taemin turned and held onto Minho tightly, burying his face in Minho's neck. "I don't want this to end hyung. I like staying here at night... but I know I'll start missing umma and the hyungs... I just... I like being here with you." The young boy pouted as Minho gently held him close, one hand resting on the small of his back.
"You're being silly... It's not like you'll never see me again." Minho chuckled warmly, guiding the younger boy backwards to his room. The two seemed to peform an awkward waltz, moving easily with one another but never tripping over feet, just warm smiles on their faces. When they entered the room, the elder boy laid down Taemin, hovering over him with a smile.
The young boy pouted at him, his fingers curling in the sides of Minho's shirt softly, eyes going wide. "But... hyung. This may be the last night we spend together alone... I don't want it to be wasted." His voice was soft, his fingers digging into Minho's sides softly. "I just... Hyung... I... I want to give you all of me." Taemin blushed, looking to the side as Minho cupped his cheek softly.
The bell keeper had no idea what Taemin meant, he wasn't as exposed as the younger boy, but he had natural instincts and urges that he supressed over their time spent together. "Haven't you already done that Taemin~ah? I have your heart don't I?" Minho asked, his deep voice rumbling through his chest as he pressed his hand over the steady thump in the smaller boy's chest. His large eyes looked down, realizing just how tense the situation was becoming between them and he felt the need to kiss the boy beneath him breathless and so much more.
Taemin gave a shy smile and shook his head. "You do hyung... but that's not everything." The smaller male moved around, digging in his pocket and pulling out a small bottle, blushing brightly. "I-I asked Jonghyun about these... these feelings for something more and I mean... I knew what it meant but... I didn't know how to go about remedying it. D-Do you feel the need too hyung?" The boy sounded so uncertain and scared, looking like he was about to burn under Minho's gaze.
"You mean... to take everything further?" Minho asked slowly, his eyes growing a bit wider. "But... how do you do that?" He had no clue how Taemin could give more to him, but he was more than eager to figure it out, to give into those desires that clawed hungrily at the very core of his being.
The younger looked embarrassed again, licking his lips. "I want... to connect with you Minho-hyung... physically. I want to give you my body entirely..." Taemin's eyes were large with want as he made this statement, his body trembling with nerves as he realized he was the only one to know how to go through the entire process. "I want... to make you feel better then you've ever felt before... I want... to have you in me," he whispered, closing his eyes as he tried to keep the heat that was building deep inside him at bay.
"What? H-How would... I do that?" Minho asked bewildered, though some sort of instinct kicked in and he just knew how it would happen. There was a feral drive that could push him to do this and it pressed into Taemin's thigh as he thought about it. He just found himself hoping he was right about this. Maybe his instinct with the younger boy's knowledge they could take everything so much further. "Tell me Minnie..."
"H-Hyung... you have to take this stuff..." Taemin began, looking at the bottle shyly. "Then you put it on your fingers... and... one by one... you... uhm put them in me..." He was blushing bright red and hiding half of his face as Minho's eyes grew so much larger than normal. "A-After that... you put it on you... and... get in me..." Taemin couldn't believe he just said that but, he hoped that Minho understood what he meant as the older boy took the bottle from him.
Minho smiled a little, trying to reduce the nervous tension between the two of them. He leaned forward, gently capturing Taemin's mouth in a lazy kiss. The bell keeper hoped to get them both in a more relaxed state of mind, kissing the younger boy heatedly. It worked, making the frail body melt back into the bed, becoming pliable to the strong hands that lifted him slightly to ease of his shirt.
It wasn't long before both boys were naked and moaning softly into each other's mouths, their nervousness slowly dissipating away. But when Minho finally pulled back, grabbing the small bottle, the nerves set in again and he bit his lip nervously. He could only hope this was right as he slicked up his fingers with the cold substance and smiled nervously. "I-If you don't like it... tell me..." he mumbled softly, unable to imagine anything going in him.
Taemin nodded hastily, biting his lip as he eased open his legs timidly. It was awkward for a few moment as Minho moved his trembling hand down, but once he found the tiny opening and looked up to make sure it was okay, the awkwardness began to dissappear as the blonde head bobbed slowly. The bell keeper was gentle, slowly slipping the digit in, his finger sinking into the virginal entrance. Taemin's face contorted for a moment and his hips wiggled slowly, Minho stopped, looking up concerned. "Am I hurting you?"
"No... just, feels weird..." the younger boy mumbled softly, squirming a little. When the finger began to move in and out, it definitely felt different and Taemin made a little mewl at the back of his throat. Then Minho decided to try something he knew he liked, and began to slowly wrap his long fingers around the swollen erection before him and jerked him slowly. Taemin gave a soft cry, his body rising slowly off the bed as a second finger was inserted into him.
This slow process continued until the younger boy was panting and moaning beneath Minho, wanting more to stimulate his small body. Minho became shaky again, fear of hurting Taemin coursing through his brain for a moment. But he still let the younger boy sit up, taking the lubricant and rubbing it in his palms before gently slicking him up. The elder gave a low moan, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation of someone else touching him beside his own hand. It was invigorating and exciting to look down and watch Taemin touch him slowly, working his shaft with delicate fingers.
Once he was sure Minho had enough on his length, Taemin laid back in the bed, trying to keep Jonghyun's warning out of his mind. He knew it was go to hurt, but he didn't want Minho to know. If he did, then the older boy would surely stop and leave them to find release some other way. So as his hyung settle between his legs again, the younger boy gripped the sheets tightly to mask his future pain and waited.
As the bell keeper slowly pressed into his warm, moistened opening, Taemin bit back a yelp of pain, feeling as if his lower half would rip in two. He knew this would hurt and it would take a little while for the pain to subside, but he knew pleasure would follow. As Minho moved in deeper, he had to hold back from snapping his hips and slamming in, though his eager, virginal body wanted nothing more then to hammer deep and hard into the tight space. A low, long moan just escaped him as he closed his eyes, body suvcumbing to the pleasure.
Minho sat there for a moment, trying to get his brain in order as pleasure coursed thick in his veins. It was an amazing feeling and he couldn't bring himself to ever want to end it. But when his eyes opened and he looked down, he saw the hurt in Taemin's features and the tears silently slipping down his cheeks as he bit his bottom lip to keep quiet. Minho wanted to move to pull out, but he was scared if any sudden movement would hurt Taemin more or not. So he waited, hoping that this was similar to the fingers and it just took time to adjust.
Taemin was trembling, watching as Minho waited. The younger boy gently wrapped his arm around Minho's neck and pulled him forward, letting their lips crash together in a wet, salty kiss. They slowly kissed, tongues dancing within their mouths as Taemin began to relax gradually, releasing the death grip he had on Minho below. As he felt the sting subside, he pulled his mouth back just a centimeter and muttered softly for Minho to move.
The bell keeper was hesitant at first, but did as he was told, pulling his hips back just a little before returning them flush against Taemin's thighs. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot up the boy's spine and it showed on his face, letting Minho know it was slowly getting better for him. Minho gave a few, small thrusts, testing himself, making sure Taemin wasn't too hurt. The boy was grimacing less and less and began to slowly moan, his fingers digging into Minho's back.
It was slow and filled with nerves as Minho felt the pleasure build between them. Something this immensely pleasureful made him want to give in to every burning desire he had towards Taemin, but he held back, knowing it would put his lover in a painful situation. Instead, he tried his hardest to keep a steady slow rhythm, though that was proving to become difficult. He could feel the heat pooling in his gut and could tell by the way Taemin's moans became longer and deeper that he was approaching his end too.
It may have seemed too quick to most, but to the two virgins that had never experienced something so intense, it felt like a life time. Minho watched as Taemin's face contorted into nothing but pure bliss as his back arched off the bed, mouth opened in a silent scream. The elder felt the warmth spreading between them and let his own release hit him full force as he saw white. His hips stuttering to a stop before he pulled out slowly and kissed Taemin's sweaty temple gently.
The two boy laid on the small cot, panting as they tried to let their minds catch up to what they just did. A goofy smile spread over Minho's lips as he saw the debauched look that Taemin had. It made him proud to know he was the one to bring it about and he pulled the sheets over them, bringing the boy closer so they could share the body heat. The two fell asleep slowly, curled around one another.