'Til Waterfalls
Title: 'Til Waterfalls
Fandom: EXO, SHINee
Pairing: Taemin/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jongin sucking Taemin off. That's it.
Warnings: Sex.
Notes: Because matchynishi. Squints a lot. I was only barely awake writing this.
There’s a question hanging, lifted above the thickness of the air. It's unspoken by Taemin's parted lips, unanswered by Jongin's fogged gaze.
Why.
Incidentally, how and when are also enigmas. One second, they're thrown over the couch, the TV is on but neither of them is watching, their attention locked away in their conversation. The next moment, there is Jongin on the floor, languid and gorgeous, fingers gliding the worn cotton of Taemin's sweatpants like they're all over gold. In a flash he's this creature, ethereal among the plainness of Taemin's living room.
He puts his mouth on Taemin like they have all the time in the world, and Taemin responds like they have none, like Jongin is water and his life had been a draught. Jongin loves the attention, the uncalculated roughness of the familiar fingers in his hair. He glances up as his fat lips caress Taemin's hot flesh, not for effect, but for encouragement, because there is nothing in this world that could more arousing than the look of want, of need that Taemin is giving him. His head is all air and his mouth is all Taemin, and when he moans, a vein pushed against the flat of his tongue throbs.
The fingers hold his hair back, and he feels exposed to the elder's stare as his own fades to black, lids succumbing to the pressure of fulfillment, letting his jaw slacken when Taemin's hips flex to fuck into his mouth. There are slight wet noises, the slide of the coated erection against his hollowing cheeks, reddened lips pursed around cock like they're meant for sucking. Like they’re meant for Taemin. The elder is talking, is taking him places with hushed words and strong grip and oh god, oh god, Jongin is going to come from this, isn't he? Untouched and hungry, just because he loves the attention so much. God, he can feel it coming, cheeks flushing from the burn of his lungs and the burn of his crotch, and he feels it in his spine when it is coming.
It ends as fast and as unexplainably as it began, as through jittery fingers turned the switch on and back off, come smeared over Jongin’s lips and underwear. He slides his tongue over abused lips, motion deliberately slow to collect every last drop drizzled over the plump flesh, cheek rested against Taemin's inner thigh before glancing up towards the boy, secretly searching for a reward. Taemin kindly looks back and looks handsome with his moist lips and dark eyes and sated smile, and there it is. Jongin smiles back, a more subtle but not less ecstatic smile, a sudden, odd feeling of accomplishment taking over him. Like he's proud of the work he has crafted.
And he needs no reason to try and achieve that masterpiece every once in a while.
Fandom: EXO, SHINee
Pairing: Taemin/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jongin sucking Taemin off. That's it.
Warnings: Sex.
Notes: Because matchynishi. Squints a lot. I was only barely awake writing this.
There’s a question hanging, lifted above the thickness of the air. It's unspoken by Taemin's parted lips, unanswered by Jongin's fogged gaze.
Why.
Incidentally, how and when are also enigmas. One second, they're thrown over the couch, the TV is on but neither of them is watching, their attention locked away in their conversation. The next moment, there is Jongin on the floor, languid and gorgeous, fingers gliding the worn cotton of Taemin's sweatpants like they're all over gold. In a flash he's this creature, ethereal among the plainness of Taemin's living room.
He puts his mouth on Taemin like they have all the time in the world, and Taemin responds like they have none, like Jongin is water and his life had been a draught. Jongin loves the attention, the uncalculated roughness of the familiar fingers in his hair. He glances up as his fat lips caress Taemin's hot flesh, not for effect, but for encouragement, because there is nothing in this world that could more arousing than the look of want, of need that Taemin is giving him. His head is all air and his mouth is all Taemin, and when he moans, a vein pushed against the flat of his tongue throbs.
The fingers hold his hair back, and he feels exposed to the elder's stare as his own fades to black, lids succumbing to the pressure of fulfillment, letting his jaw slacken when Taemin's hips flex to fuck into his mouth. There are slight wet noises, the slide of the coated erection against his hollowing cheeks, reddened lips pursed around cock like they're meant for sucking. Like they’re meant for Taemin. The elder is talking, is taking him places with hushed words and strong grip and oh god, oh god, Jongin is going to come from this, isn't he? Untouched and hungry, just because he loves the attention so much. God, he can feel it coming, cheeks flushing from the burn of his lungs and the burn of his crotch, and he feels it in his spine when it is coming.
It ends as fast and as unexplainably as it began, as through jittery fingers turned the switch on and back off, come smeared over Jongin’s lips and underwear. He slides his tongue over abused lips, motion deliberately slow to collect every last drop drizzled over the plump flesh, cheek rested against Taemin's inner thigh before glancing up towards the boy, secretly searching for a reward. Taemin kindly looks back and looks handsome with his moist lips and dark eyes and sated smile, and there it is. Jongin smiles back, a more subtle but not less ecstatic smile, a sudden, odd feeling of accomplishment taking over him. Like he's proud of the work he has crafted.
And he needs no reason to try and achieve that masterpiece every once in a while.