In the Morning [2/3]
Title: T-Shirt
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Taemin and Minho got into a fight and Taemin decides he's had enough and leaves Minho. But it's not even a week later and he's missing Minho. Nothing's right without him by Minnie's side.
The sheets were wrapped tight around Minho's waist, his arms empty as he woke up slowly. For a moment he forgot where he was, then slowly it returned to him the he was back home and that Taemin should be in bed next to him, but he wasn't. It made him frown for a moment, his sleep laden mind slowly processing what was happening. Then his sense of smell picked up the scent of food and he slowly stood up, pulling on a pair of boxers and a wife beater that looked to be Taemin's.
Minho wandered into the kitchen, slowly rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It may have been early or late, he couldn't tell at that moment, but he knew he smelt toast and jam. Usually if that was the case, it meant that Key wasn't cooking and had a schedule and the others had to fend for themselves to find food.
Upon entry into the small kitchen area, Minho was greeted by a glorious sight. Taemin stood in front of a counter, wearing nothing but that t-shirt again. It hung off one of his shoulders, showing his collar bone, and his hair was messed from the night before, proving he felt no need to fix it at all. His legs were bare and his skin glowed in the warm sunlight that poured through the windows of the kitchen. He had his back to Minho as he spread jam over a piece of toast to eat, his attention fully engrossed in his task. Then he grabbed his nearby bottle of banana milk and began to suck it through the thin straw and gave a hum of appreciation.
When he turned and saw Minho, he jumped slightly in shock but then gave a wide smile. Taemin didn't notice how his lover eyed his body like a hungry wolf that was starved, he just saw a freshly awaken Minho that could possibly be hungry. The younger boy may have expanded his views in the sexual realm, but he still had an innocent naivety about him that seemed impossible to shake.
"Minho-hyung... you're awake." He gave a wide grin and grabbed the second slice of toast, walking up to his lover innocently. "Want some?" Taemin held the crisp bread slathered in jam up towards the older male's mouth and waited for him to respond. It took a second before Minho took a rather large bite, removing the piece of toast from Taemin's hand and devouring it.
The doe eyes looked down at the younger boy before them, surveying him with a need that ran deep. Ever since last night, Minho wanted to make up everything to Taemin, five days of hurting that needed to be erased from both of there memories. He began to back Taemin up, gently pressing him into the counter, hands skimming up those nearly alabaster thighs lovingly. "Where are the other hyungs?" he asked softly, his deep voice rumbling in Taemin's ear.
Taemin flushed, trills of anticipation shooting through his body. "They're at their schedules... Manager-hyung gave me the day off cause of... well... you know... I haven't been well lately." He shuddered as the long, strong fingers of his lover's hand tenderly touched at the outer part of his thighs.
"Good..." Minho wanted to wipe away that uneasiness that had settled into Taemin when he spoke of the last five days. His large hands began to ease up the hem of the shirt to reveal that Taemin wore no underwear. "I want a little more than toast." He smirked, gripping onto Taemin and pulling him up onto the counter top so he could sit there. Minho knocked Taemin's legs apart at the knees and settled between them, watching as shock and delight played on his lover's face.
Minho leaned forward, capturing the boy's lips with his own, lapping softly at the plump lower lip. A smile flitted over his face as a soft mewl emitted from the elongated throat of the maknae. Taemin opened his mouth and allowed the other's tongue to play with his in a tantalizing dance. Soft noises of lust tumbled from one mouth into the other as the feelings bounced back and forth. Minho removed his mouth from Taemin's, receiving a soft whimper in protest, only to attach it to the boy's jaw. He nipped down and sucked on the soft, sensitive skin below Taemin's ear, before continuing down his neck, decorating it with love bites the make-up artists would have to cover later.
Soft moans of want slunk through the kitchen air as Minho continued down. He stopped kissing at skin and held the shirt at Taemin's waist, pausing over his hard on to let his breath tickle over the sensitive flesh teasingly. Taemin squirmed, his back rigid as he tried to get Minho to do something, anything. After only a few seconds, the tip of the younger's manhood was suckled into Minho's mouth and he began to take in more, bobbing his head in a rhythm that played in his head alone. A long cry of pleasure came from Taemin as his toes curled in the air and his back arched. It was rare for him to receive this type of treatment, but when he did, he reveled in it.
"Minho..." Taemin tugged at his hair softly, head thrown back. This usually signaled he was close to release that if Minho wanted more, he would need to stop and soon. Minho resurfaced, a smirk splayed on his lips as he licked them slowly, gathering the last tastes of Taemin before stepping forward to kiss him yet again.
There was no need for preparation this time, since the night before they had rendezvoused in the bed. Minho unceremoniously removed his boxers, letting the pool at his ankles as he nibbled on Taemin's lips. He rubbed his erection against Taemin's opening softly for a second before directing it inside for a direct plunge. He moved slowly, but not as slow as the night before, just enough to make Taemin cry in pleasurable pain as he was stretched without much warning.
Minho paused, though his hips naturally wanted to buck, and kissed along Taemin's collar bone for a moment, letting him adjust. But, the younger released a long whine, his hips flicking up off the kitchen counter and down further to force Minho to begin movement. At first it was slow and needy, heat filled passion as moans and whispered delights filled the air, but slowly it morphed into pure passion and quick movements as Minho chased after both of their ends. Taemin's feet bounced loosely in the air as Minho held his waist and thrust into him at an excruciatingly fast pace.
The older boy didn't even have to reach between them and touch Taemin for him to release onto his stomach and the shirt that he wore, just kiss right below his ear again and mumbled in a deep, lust ridden voice, "Come for me." It was Taemin's undoing when Minho talked to him during sex, and within milliseconds, his back arched at a deep angle and white shot behind his eyelids. As he rode out his orgasm, Minho came deep inside him mere moments later, holding him tightly around the waist.
With heavy breaths, the boys calmed their heart beats. Minho buried his face in Taemin's sweaty neck and smiled a little. With slow movements, they began to part. The older boy helped Taemin down from the counter and held him up when his legs felt like jello. The maknae gave his lover a sheepishly shy grin and stood there watching him.
"We should probably get cleaned up Taemin-ah before Key-umma gets home and gets made for messing the kitchen," Minho reasoned, pulling up his boxers and grinning wickedly towards his lover.
The two set to cleaning up their mess in the kitchen, then later, took separate showers to avoid even more sexual temptations that may arise. But it really wasn't long before they were lounging on the couch, mouths connected and the t.v. on for background noise.
Part 3
Rating: NC17
Pairing: 2min
Genre: angst, fluff, smut
Summary: Taemin and Minho got into a fight and Taemin decides he's had enough and leaves Minho. But it's not even a week later and he's missing Minho. Nothing's right without him by Minnie's side.
The sheets were wrapped tight around Minho's waist, his arms empty as he woke up slowly. For a moment he forgot where he was, then slowly it returned to him the he was back home and that Taemin should be in bed next to him, but he wasn't. It made him frown for a moment, his sleep laden mind slowly processing what was happening. Then his sense of smell picked up the scent of food and he slowly stood up, pulling on a pair of boxers and a wife beater that looked to be Taemin's.
Minho wandered into the kitchen, slowly rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It may have been early or late, he couldn't tell at that moment, but he knew he smelt toast and jam. Usually if that was the case, it meant that Key wasn't cooking and had a schedule and the others had to fend for themselves to find food.
Upon entry into the small kitchen area, Minho was greeted by a glorious sight. Taemin stood in front of a counter, wearing nothing but that t-shirt again. It hung off one of his shoulders, showing his collar bone, and his hair was messed from the night before, proving he felt no need to fix it at all. His legs were bare and his skin glowed in the warm sunlight that poured through the windows of the kitchen. He had his back to Minho as he spread jam over a piece of toast to eat, his attention fully engrossed in his task. Then he grabbed his nearby bottle of banana milk and began to suck it through the thin straw and gave a hum of appreciation.
When he turned and saw Minho, he jumped slightly in shock but then gave a wide smile. Taemin didn't notice how his lover eyed his body like a hungry wolf that was starved, he just saw a freshly awaken Minho that could possibly be hungry. The younger boy may have expanded his views in the sexual realm, but he still had an innocent naivety about him that seemed impossible to shake.
"Minho-hyung... you're awake." He gave a wide grin and grabbed the second slice of toast, walking up to his lover innocently. "Want some?" Taemin held the crisp bread slathered in jam up towards the older male's mouth and waited for him to respond. It took a second before Minho took a rather large bite, removing the piece of toast from Taemin's hand and devouring it.
The doe eyes looked down at the younger boy before them, surveying him with a need that ran deep. Ever since last night, Minho wanted to make up everything to Taemin, five days of hurting that needed to be erased from both of there memories. He began to back Taemin up, gently pressing him into the counter, hands skimming up those nearly alabaster thighs lovingly. "Where are the other hyungs?" he asked softly, his deep voice rumbling in Taemin's ear.
Taemin flushed, trills of anticipation shooting through his body. "They're at their schedules... Manager-hyung gave me the day off cause of... well... you know... I haven't been well lately." He shuddered as the long, strong fingers of his lover's hand tenderly touched at the outer part of his thighs.
"Good..." Minho wanted to wipe away that uneasiness that had settled into Taemin when he spoke of the last five days. His large hands began to ease up the hem of the shirt to reveal that Taemin wore no underwear. "I want a little more than toast." He smirked, gripping onto Taemin and pulling him up onto the counter top so he could sit there. Minho knocked Taemin's legs apart at the knees and settled between them, watching as shock and delight played on his lover's face.
Minho leaned forward, capturing the boy's lips with his own, lapping softly at the plump lower lip. A smile flitted over his face as a soft mewl emitted from the elongated throat of the maknae. Taemin opened his mouth and allowed the other's tongue to play with his in a tantalizing dance. Soft noises of lust tumbled from one mouth into the other as the feelings bounced back and forth. Minho removed his mouth from Taemin's, receiving a soft whimper in protest, only to attach it to the boy's jaw. He nipped down and sucked on the soft, sensitive skin below Taemin's ear, before continuing down his neck, decorating it with love bites the make-up artists would have to cover later.
Soft moans of want slunk through the kitchen air as Minho continued down. He stopped kissing at skin and held the shirt at Taemin's waist, pausing over his hard on to let his breath tickle over the sensitive flesh teasingly. Taemin squirmed, his back rigid as he tried to get Minho to do something, anything. After only a few seconds, the tip of the younger's manhood was suckled into Minho's mouth and he began to take in more, bobbing his head in a rhythm that played in his head alone. A long cry of pleasure came from Taemin as his toes curled in the air and his back arched. It was rare for him to receive this type of treatment, but when he did, he reveled in it.
"Minho..." Taemin tugged at his hair softly, head thrown back. This usually signaled he was close to release that if Minho wanted more, he would need to stop and soon. Minho resurfaced, a smirk splayed on his lips as he licked them slowly, gathering the last tastes of Taemin before stepping forward to kiss him yet again.
There was no need for preparation this time, since the night before they had rendezvoused in the bed. Minho unceremoniously removed his boxers, letting the pool at his ankles as he nibbled on Taemin's lips. He rubbed his erection against Taemin's opening softly for a second before directing it inside for a direct plunge. He moved slowly, but not as slow as the night before, just enough to make Taemin cry in pleasurable pain as he was stretched without much warning.
Minho paused, though his hips naturally wanted to buck, and kissed along Taemin's collar bone for a moment, letting him adjust. But, the younger released a long whine, his hips flicking up off the kitchen counter and down further to force Minho to begin movement. At first it was slow and needy, heat filled passion as moans and whispered delights filled the air, but slowly it morphed into pure passion and quick movements as Minho chased after both of their ends. Taemin's feet bounced loosely in the air as Minho held his waist and thrust into him at an excruciatingly fast pace.
The older boy didn't even have to reach between them and touch Taemin for him to release onto his stomach and the shirt that he wore, just kiss right below his ear again and mumbled in a deep, lust ridden voice, "Come for me." It was Taemin's undoing when Minho talked to him during sex, and within milliseconds, his back arched at a deep angle and white shot behind his eyelids. As he rode out his orgasm, Minho came deep inside him mere moments later, holding him tightly around the waist.
With heavy breaths, the boys calmed their heart beats. Minho buried his face in Taemin's sweaty neck and smiled a little. With slow movements, they began to part. The older boy helped Taemin down from the counter and held him up when his legs felt like jello. The maknae gave his lover a sheepishly shy grin and stood there watching him.
"We should probably get cleaned up Taemin-ah before Key-umma gets home and gets made for messing the kitchen," Minho reasoned, pulling up his boxers and grinning wickedly towards his lover.
The two set to cleaning up their mess in the kitchen, then later, took separate showers to avoid even more sexual temptations that may arise. But it really wasn't long before they were lounging on the couch, mouths connected and the t.v. on for background noise.
Part 3