Happy New Year - Kai/Taemin
Pairing: Kai/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Genre: Fluffy smut
Word count: 1,600
Disclaimer: This is entirely fiction.
Summary: ”Taemin, about last night...”
Happy New Year
It was the first morning of the year. White light peeked in through the curtains as Taemin rolled over to his other side and yawned, satisfied.
His sleep had been sweet, and it still lingered in his relaxed body. Some of his laziness might have been due to the drinking he had done at last night's New Year's celebration, but he wasn't hung over, for which he was glad.
They must have been out until early morning, Taemin reasoned, as they had celebrated the change of the year first at the KBS studios. Luckily they were allowed to lie in today.
Someone was breathing deeply and steadily on the other side of his twin-sized bed, he realised then.
Oh right. Jongin was there. He remembered something of that kind from last night.
Taemin mused whether he should wake Jongin up or not. On one hand, Jongin was like a bear shot in the backside if his sleep was disturbed. On the other hand...
”Morning,” Taemin said and gave Jongin a shove on the shoulder, grinning.
”Morning,” Jongin grumbled and hid his face in the pillow.
”You're always so lazy.”
”Yah, I'm not lazy.” Jongin lifted his face and gave him a disgruntled look and a shove back, making Taemin cackle.
Taemin watched as Jongin rolled over to his back and rubbed his eyes.
”How much did you drink?” he asked.
”Dunno,” Jongin answered, staring at the ceiling. ”You?” he asked back, turning to look at Taemin.
Taemin shrugged. ”I'm not hung over.”
”Congratulations,” Jongin yawned.
They lay there, staring at one another with sleepy eyes. Whenever their gazes met, Taemin felt at peace with the world. After all, it had given him Jongin.
”Taemin... about last night...”
”It's okay. We both got carried away.”
”Yeah...” Jongin had blushed a little, Taemin noticed. He seemed to have shaken off his sleepiness, as he sat up. His blanket fell onto his lap, baring his chest. Taemin looked away.
”Taemin...” Jongin began, his voice strange, ”I was just wondering... would you like to... pick up where we left?”
Taemin blinked. ”What do you mean?”
”Taking care of that, for example.” Jongin nodded towards the lingering hardness in Taemin's briefs.
Taemin blushed at first. However, the idea was... exciting nonetheless.
”Really?” he asked, trying to hide his eagerness.
”Yeah,” Jongin said and grinned. ”Or, you know... I could at least try.”
Taemin couldn't help but make a lame joke about it. ”Why? You think it might be too big?”
Jongin tsked and slammed Taemin with his pillow. Taemin could tell that Jongin was blushing too; Jongin had really meant it, and Taemin was flattered that he wanted it.
”You could try, though.” Taemin tried to sound as innocent and matter-of-fact as possible, even though his heart was racing.
”Really?”
Taemin nodded.
And while the others slept in the other rooms around theirs, Taemin and Jongin got closer in Taemin's bed.
Jongin cleared his throat and cast a glance towards the closed door. The house seemed quiet for now. Then, grinning at Taemin, Jongin grabbed the blanket Taemin was wrapped in and pulled it down to Taemin's belly.
”This is weird,” Jongin commented, chuckling, as he swallowed and lowered his head to touch Taemin's skin with his mouth. Taemin tensed; was it supposed to feel this good?
Jongin began to plant kisses down Taemin's body; collarbone, chest, abs, easing down the blanket until Taemin kicked it off the bed. Jongin was being a gentleman, Taemin thought, surprised. The kisses were quick and awkward pecks, but they felt pleasurable nonetheless.
Finally it came down to the crunch. Jongin was level with the bulge in Taemin's briefs which they simultaneously grabbed.
”You're impatient,” Jongin remarked.
”Yah...” Taemin scolded him, blushing.
Together they pulled Taemin's underpants down, freeing his erection.
There was a short moment when Taemin feared Jongin would laugh or back away, but Jongin did neither of those things. Gratitude flooded Taemin.
”Wow... This is it,” Jongin said, smiling at Taemin.
Jongin gave him a few tentative tugs first, wiping away the pre-come with his thumb, and then he leaned down. Taemin felt Jongin's hot breath caressing his sensitive skin, and then a sudden wetness engulfed him.
It was such a pleasurable shock that he almost jumped off the mattress.
”Wow,” it was his turn to say.
Jongin was uncertain, and Taemin didn't blame him for it, but the mere heat and Jongin's tongue and the sight of him with Taemin's dick in his mouth was dizzying. Taemin realised that he wasn't going to last long at all at this rate.
”Stop, or I'll come,” he gasped and unwittingly grabbed Jongin's hair.
”Really?” Jongin pulled away, looking surprised and mildly pleased with himself.
Taemin didn't want it to end before it had even started. He took deep breaths and tried to think of everything unsexy while Jongin softly jerked him off.
”Can I try again?” Jongin finally asked.
Taemin nodded.
Eyes on Taemin's, Jongin opened his mouth and slid down cautiously, only taking the head in. Taemin bit his lip, hissing at the sensation. It was getting a bit more tolerable though. His heart was thudding madly in his chest, and as much as he didn't want to, he had to keep his ears prickled for any noise outside the room.
So this was sex, Taemin thought. Was it always this unbelievable and realistic at the same time? This magical and mundane?
Jongin seemed to have gained more confidence, or perhaps he counted on Taemin getting used to it, but he began to suck harder. Taemin was terrified of coming any minute, coming in his best friend's mouth, but he didn't want to stop now.
He was arching his back, he wanted to grab Jongin's head...
”Pull away!” he gasped.
Luckily Jongin didn't stop to wonder why. He pulled away, and Taemin let go, coming on his chest.
Only when he came to did Taemin realise that it was the first orgasm someone else had given him. He felt painfully self-conscious.
Jongin was grinning, though. He had sat up, rummaging for a tissue in his bag next to the bed. Taemin didn't want to watch, but he did anyway, as Jongin wiped himself.
Then Jongin crawled back under his blanket, tossing it over Taemin too.
”Thanks,” Taemin muttered, his voice hoarse.
”For the blanket, or what I just did?” Jongin teased.
”Yah,” Taemin chuckled and play-slapped Jongin.
He felt too content to argue much longer; instead, he wanted to repay Jongin.
Jongin suggested it first. ”Could you... do the same to me?”
Taemin bit his lip, seeing Jongin's questioning and vulnerable look. Then he shook his head. As much as Taemin wanted, he couldn't go down on Jongin. Not that day, anyway. He'd need to get more comfortable with the idea first.
Luckily Jongin didn't get mad at him.
”I don't know...”
”Fair enough.”
”Can I do... like this?” Taemin slid his hand under the blanket. Jongin kicked his boxers off as quickly as he could, as if on cue. Taemin felt Jongin's rough pubic hair, and then he reached his goal. Jongin shivered, and that was the only answer Taemin needed.
Jongin closed his eyes, entirely focused on what Taemin was doing. So many times had Taemin imagined how it would be to pleasure another person, but it had always been a girl in his fantasies. Jongin was easier. He marvelled at how similar and different Jongin felt in his hand.
Jongin frowned, bringing his fist to his mouth.
”Shit...”
”It's not that easy, is it?” Taemin pointed out, even though he now understood why Jongin had looked so pleased with himself.
”No.”
”Do you... do you want me to do something differently?” Taemin asked.
”No. That's good,” Jongin rasped.
When Jongin soon began to move against Taemin's hand, Taemin knew he was close.
”Where did you put the tissues?” he asked Jongin.
”On top of my bag,” Jongin gasped.
Taemin quickly reached down to pick one up and then went back to jerking Jongin off, faster now.
His best friend groaned, his face contorting, and then he came undone in the tissue Taemin was holding.
The bed squeaked when Jongin slumped back onto the mattress with all his weight. His face was sweaty, and eyes glazed over. Taemin recognised that look, but he hadn't known how Jongin would look like in that state. He was a little startled by the sight. It was the moment after that Taemin had known to fear even in his fantasies. There was no easy fade-out in real life.
The silence that returned in the room felt dense. But then Jongin laughed, and Taemin laughed too.
Jongin sat up, groping under the blanket for his boxers. ”I could have my underwear back now...”
”Yeah, don't leave them in my bed,” Taemin teased. ”Eww.”
”Yah! You can't say that after what you just did.”
”Shh!” Taemin shushed him. Everyone in the house must have heard that, and Taemin was sure he had heard soft footsteps outside the door.
”Anyway... happy new year, Taemin,” Jongin said, turning slightly more serious.
Taemin smiled. ”You too.”
At least the very first hours of the year had been very happy, Taemin thought. So good that he didn't feel like getting up just now. He threw himself beside the surprised Jongin, revelling in the warmth that another person brought to his bed.
”I'll just lie here for a moment,” he murmured, looking up at Jongin.
Jongin smiled. ”As long as you want.”
© fulushouxi 2014
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Genre: Fluffy smut
Word count: 1,600
Disclaimer: This is entirely fiction.
Summary: ”Taemin, about last night...”
Happy New Year
It was the first morning of the year. White light peeked in through the curtains as Taemin rolled over to his other side and yawned, satisfied.
His sleep had been sweet, and it still lingered in his relaxed body. Some of his laziness might have been due to the drinking he had done at last night's New Year's celebration, but he wasn't hung over, for which he was glad.
They must have been out until early morning, Taemin reasoned, as they had celebrated the change of the year first at the KBS studios. Luckily they were allowed to lie in today.
Someone was breathing deeply and steadily on the other side of his twin-sized bed, he realised then.
Oh right. Jongin was there. He remembered something of that kind from last night.
Taemin mused whether he should wake Jongin up or not. On one hand, Jongin was like a bear shot in the backside if his sleep was disturbed. On the other hand...
”Morning,” Taemin said and gave Jongin a shove on the shoulder, grinning.
”Morning,” Jongin grumbled and hid his face in the pillow.
”You're always so lazy.”
”Yah, I'm not lazy.” Jongin lifted his face and gave him a disgruntled look and a shove back, making Taemin cackle.
Taemin watched as Jongin rolled over to his back and rubbed his eyes.
”How much did you drink?” he asked.
”Dunno,” Jongin answered, staring at the ceiling. ”You?” he asked back, turning to look at Taemin.
Taemin shrugged. ”I'm not hung over.”
”Congratulations,” Jongin yawned.
They lay there, staring at one another with sleepy eyes. Whenever their gazes met, Taemin felt at peace with the world. After all, it had given him Jongin.
”Taemin... about last night...”
”It's okay. We both got carried away.”
”Yeah...” Jongin had blushed a little, Taemin noticed. He seemed to have shaken off his sleepiness, as he sat up. His blanket fell onto his lap, baring his chest. Taemin looked away.
”Taemin...” Jongin began, his voice strange, ”I was just wondering... would you like to... pick up where we left?”
Taemin blinked. ”What do you mean?”
”Taking care of that, for example.” Jongin nodded towards the lingering hardness in Taemin's briefs.
Taemin blushed at first. However, the idea was... exciting nonetheless.
”Really?” he asked, trying to hide his eagerness.
”Yeah,” Jongin said and grinned. ”Or, you know... I could at least try.”
Taemin couldn't help but make a lame joke about it. ”Why? You think it might be too big?”
Jongin tsked and slammed Taemin with his pillow. Taemin could tell that Jongin was blushing too; Jongin had really meant it, and Taemin was flattered that he wanted it.
”You could try, though.” Taemin tried to sound as innocent and matter-of-fact as possible, even though his heart was racing.
”Really?”
Taemin nodded.
And while the others slept in the other rooms around theirs, Taemin and Jongin got closer in Taemin's bed.
Jongin cleared his throat and cast a glance towards the closed door. The house seemed quiet for now. Then, grinning at Taemin, Jongin grabbed the blanket Taemin was wrapped in and pulled it down to Taemin's belly.
”This is weird,” Jongin commented, chuckling, as he swallowed and lowered his head to touch Taemin's skin with his mouth. Taemin tensed; was it supposed to feel this good?
Jongin began to plant kisses down Taemin's body; collarbone, chest, abs, easing down the blanket until Taemin kicked it off the bed. Jongin was being a gentleman, Taemin thought, surprised. The kisses were quick and awkward pecks, but they felt pleasurable nonetheless.
Finally it came down to the crunch. Jongin was level with the bulge in Taemin's briefs which they simultaneously grabbed.
”You're impatient,” Jongin remarked.
”Yah...” Taemin scolded him, blushing.
Together they pulled Taemin's underpants down, freeing his erection.
There was a short moment when Taemin feared Jongin would laugh or back away, but Jongin did neither of those things. Gratitude flooded Taemin.
”Wow... This is it,” Jongin said, smiling at Taemin.
Jongin gave him a few tentative tugs first, wiping away the pre-come with his thumb, and then he leaned down. Taemin felt Jongin's hot breath caressing his sensitive skin, and then a sudden wetness engulfed him.
It was such a pleasurable shock that he almost jumped off the mattress.
”Wow,” it was his turn to say.
Jongin was uncertain, and Taemin didn't blame him for it, but the mere heat and Jongin's tongue and the sight of him with Taemin's dick in his mouth was dizzying. Taemin realised that he wasn't going to last long at all at this rate.
”Stop, or I'll come,” he gasped and unwittingly grabbed Jongin's hair.
”Really?” Jongin pulled away, looking surprised and mildly pleased with himself.
Taemin didn't want it to end before it had even started. He took deep breaths and tried to think of everything unsexy while Jongin softly jerked him off.
”Can I try again?” Jongin finally asked.
Taemin nodded.
Eyes on Taemin's, Jongin opened his mouth and slid down cautiously, only taking the head in. Taemin bit his lip, hissing at the sensation. It was getting a bit more tolerable though. His heart was thudding madly in his chest, and as much as he didn't want to, he had to keep his ears prickled for any noise outside the room.
So this was sex, Taemin thought. Was it always this unbelievable and realistic at the same time? This magical and mundane?
Jongin seemed to have gained more confidence, or perhaps he counted on Taemin getting used to it, but he began to suck harder. Taemin was terrified of coming any minute, coming in his best friend's mouth, but he didn't want to stop now.
He was arching his back, he wanted to grab Jongin's head...
”Pull away!” he gasped.
Luckily Jongin didn't stop to wonder why. He pulled away, and Taemin let go, coming on his chest.
Only when he came to did Taemin realise that it was the first orgasm someone else had given him. He felt painfully self-conscious.
Jongin was grinning, though. He had sat up, rummaging for a tissue in his bag next to the bed. Taemin didn't want to watch, but he did anyway, as Jongin wiped himself.
Then Jongin crawled back under his blanket, tossing it over Taemin too.
”Thanks,” Taemin muttered, his voice hoarse.
”For the blanket, or what I just did?” Jongin teased.
”Yah,” Taemin chuckled and play-slapped Jongin.
He felt too content to argue much longer; instead, he wanted to repay Jongin.
Jongin suggested it first. ”Could you... do the same to me?”
Taemin bit his lip, seeing Jongin's questioning and vulnerable look. Then he shook his head. As much as Taemin wanted, he couldn't go down on Jongin. Not that day, anyway. He'd need to get more comfortable with the idea first.
Luckily Jongin didn't get mad at him.
”I don't know...”
”Fair enough.”
”Can I do... like this?” Taemin slid his hand under the blanket. Jongin kicked his boxers off as quickly as he could, as if on cue. Taemin felt Jongin's rough pubic hair, and then he reached his goal. Jongin shivered, and that was the only answer Taemin needed.
Jongin closed his eyes, entirely focused on what Taemin was doing. So many times had Taemin imagined how it would be to pleasure another person, but it had always been a girl in his fantasies. Jongin was easier. He marvelled at how similar and different Jongin felt in his hand.
Jongin frowned, bringing his fist to his mouth.
”Shit...”
”It's not that easy, is it?” Taemin pointed out, even though he now understood why Jongin had looked so pleased with himself.
”No.”
”Do you... do you want me to do something differently?” Taemin asked.
”No. That's good,” Jongin rasped.
When Jongin soon began to move against Taemin's hand, Taemin knew he was close.
”Where did you put the tissues?” he asked Jongin.
”On top of my bag,” Jongin gasped.
Taemin quickly reached down to pick one up and then went back to jerking Jongin off, faster now.
His best friend groaned, his face contorting, and then he came undone in the tissue Taemin was holding.
The bed squeaked when Jongin slumped back onto the mattress with all his weight. His face was sweaty, and eyes glazed over. Taemin recognised that look, but he hadn't known how Jongin would look like in that state. He was a little startled by the sight. It was the moment after that Taemin had known to fear even in his fantasies. There was no easy fade-out in real life.
The silence that returned in the room felt dense. But then Jongin laughed, and Taemin laughed too.
Jongin sat up, groping under the blanket for his boxers. ”I could have my underwear back now...”
”Yeah, don't leave them in my bed,” Taemin teased. ”Eww.”
”Yah! You can't say that after what you just did.”
”Shh!” Taemin shushed him. Everyone in the house must have heard that, and Taemin was sure he had heard soft footsteps outside the door.
”Anyway... happy new year, Taemin,” Jongin said, turning slightly more serious.
Taemin smiled. ”You too.”
At least the very first hours of the year had been very happy, Taemin thought. So good that he didn't feel like getting up just now. He threw himself beside the surprised Jongin, revelling in the warmth that another person brought to his bed.
”I'll just lie here for a moment,” he murmured, looking up at Jongin.
Jongin smiled. ”As long as you want.”
© fulushouxi 2014