We Will Always Have Japan - Kai/Taemin
Pairing: Kai/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Word count: 1,055
Disclaimer: This is entirely fiction.
Summary: You are more exciting to me than all the world outside.
A/N: I'm really late for the influx of taekai in Japan fics, but nevertheless, enjoy.
We Will Always Have Japan
Taemin smelled of himself again, Jongin noted, as he buried his nose deeper into Taemin’s hair.
Yesterday Taemin had smelled of travel: of the leather of the plane seat; of traffic. Now, after a shower and a long night’s sleep, he was himself again.
He heard Taemin snicker against his neck as he pulled him closer.
Yesterday had been hectic. They had been excited about the vacation, but exhausted after the trip at the same time, and Jongin knew they had both wanted to make it meaningful - the first time after a long while. But it had been quick, Taemin’s closeness so abrupt and overwhelming that Jongin’s tired body had not been able to make the most of it.
A quick joining, release, and an easy drift into sweet sleep, their arms still entwined.
They had been alone again, they had had privacy so complete for the first time in months.
They had been napping again just now, in each other’s arms. Jongin felt at peace; his heartbeat steady and slow, their content breathing mixing.
Taemin looked up at him just then, that particular, content smile on his face.
“Hello.”
Jongin chuckled, his voice low after the slumber. “Afternoon.”
Taemin grinned. “Don’t you think it’s a shame we don’t do anything… I don’t know, more exciting here in Japan?”
“I can explore Japan any time I want,” Jongin replied.
You are more exciting to me than all the world outside.
Taemin shrugged. “If you say so…” He yawned and, leaning his chin on Jongin’s chest, looked up at him. The look made Jongin’s belly lurch. Taemin was so close.
“Did you miss me?” Taemin asked softly.
“Shut up,” Jongin chuckled, shoving Taemin away, but only to pull him back. The mere look in Taemin’s eyes stirred the desire within him, and Taemin knew it. It was the only thing that could possibly make Jongin feel shy around Taemin.
They lay there, gazing at each other and past each other, until the waiting had built up between them the familiar tension.
Taemin rubbed his groin against Jongin’s. “Could we do it like this?”
“How?”
“Me on top?”
Jongin grinned. “Yeah. Sure.”
They sat up, took off their underpants, and lay back down on the yielding mattress, naked on one another.
Jongin had, unfortunately, already made all the mistakes with Taemin, so Taemin knew what to do and what not to do. Kinda.
Taemin took out the vaseline from his suitcase, and Jongin pulled his knees up. He shivered at the first touch. He would never really get used to that sensation. It was too much; too good.
“Taemin-ah,” Jongin said, “condom.”
Taemin stopped. “Ah. You’re always so careful…”
“It’s less messy that way, you know,” Jongin said, lazily watching as Taemin reached for his toiletry bag.
“But I can’t get you pregnant though, can I?” Taemin joked, tearing open the wrapper.
Jongin gave a laugh. “If that’s your only concern…”
Once ready, Taemin took hold of the back of Jongin’s thighs and pushed against him with his hips. Jongin felt him slide in, and when Taemin finally stopped after an unhurried moment of easing and waiting, Jongin let out a sigh.
Jongin preferred it this way, actually. He was in the mood for surrendering to Taemin.
“You all right?” Taemin asked, his voice catching in his throat.
“Yeah.”
With his keen eyes on Jongin, Taemin began to move. When he finally closed his eyes, Jongin could tell that Taemin had been taken over by his own pleasure.
“Slow…” Jongin mumbled, as Taemin was picking up the pace.
“Am I doing this right?” Taemin asked.
“Thrust up.”
Taemin obeyed, and pleasure rushed through Jongin’s body. He grabbed Taemin’s shoulders, biceps.
“That’s good…”
Taemin aimed for the same spot again, clearly enjoying the way it made Jongin enjoy.
Jongin groaned though when Taemin pushed his legs too far down. The position made his back hurt.
“Sorry,” Taemin said, and let go of Jongin’s legs. Instead, Jongin wrapped them around Taemin’s slim body.
And because Taemin wasn’t going to do it, Jongin touched himself. Taemin’s gaze followed; he let out a throaty noise that was so uncharacteristic for Taemin that it made Jongin grin.
“Like what you see?” he teased.
“Yah!” Taemin exclaimed, but a cute flush had risen to his cheeks, and, well, Jongin saw that Taemin couldn’t avert his eyes from the sight.
Taemin was thrusting harder now, a little too hard if Jongin had had his way, but his growing pleasure evened it out pretty well.
“Jongin, I…” Taemin gasped, and then he stopped dead, clutching Jongin’s thighs and closing his eyes. When Taemin’s body relaxed again, a deep sigh escaped him, and he folded on top of Jongin.
Jongin wrapped his arms around Taemin. “You what?”
Taemin chuckled, his voice light in his ear. “Damn…”
When their chests had stopped heaving against each other, Taemin sat up. Jongin had missed seeing him like this - his cheeks and lips flushed, his hair tousled, his body naked and exactly the way Jongin remembered it; the way it came to him in his dreams every now and then, but never gave him the satisfaction that it could give awake.
“Your turn,” Taemin said and grinned. He spread Jongin’s legs and hitched himself between them. Jongin closed his eyes, not even knowing why. He loved watching Taemin during sex, but with his eyes closed he felt more keenly; he hoped he would be able to preserve the sensation when Taemin’s fingers encircled him. It always felt the same, but Jongin always seemed to forget just how good it was. It was convenient that he forgot; that way he missed it less.
Taemin took his time with him, leaned over Jongin and kissed him on the mouth, and it was during one those kisses that Jongin came, more from the touch of Taemin’s lips than that of his hand. It made him embarrassed.
Taemin lay down next to him, a proud smile on his lips. A thought crossed Jongin’s mind:
I have explored you more than I have the city that encloses us.
But then, Japan is not why I came here; I came here because of you.
© fulushouxi 2014
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex
Word count: 1,055
Disclaimer: This is entirely fiction.
Summary: You are more exciting to me than all the world outside.
A/N: I'm really late for the influx of taekai in Japan fics, but nevertheless, enjoy.
We Will Always Have Japan
Taemin smelled of himself again, Jongin noted, as he buried his nose deeper into Taemin’s hair.
Yesterday Taemin had smelled of travel: of the leather of the plane seat; of traffic. Now, after a shower and a long night’s sleep, he was himself again.
He heard Taemin snicker against his neck as he pulled him closer.
Yesterday had been hectic. They had been excited about the vacation, but exhausted after the trip at the same time, and Jongin knew they had both wanted to make it meaningful - the first time after a long while. But it had been quick, Taemin’s closeness so abrupt and overwhelming that Jongin’s tired body had not been able to make the most of it.
A quick joining, release, and an easy drift into sweet sleep, their arms still entwined.
They had been alone again, they had had privacy so complete for the first time in months.
They had been napping again just now, in each other’s arms. Jongin felt at peace; his heartbeat steady and slow, their content breathing mixing.
Taemin looked up at him just then, that particular, content smile on his face.
“Hello.”
Jongin chuckled, his voice low after the slumber. “Afternoon.”
Taemin grinned. “Don’t you think it’s a shame we don’t do anything… I don’t know, more exciting here in Japan?”
“I can explore Japan any time I want,” Jongin replied.
You are more exciting to me than all the world outside.
Taemin shrugged. “If you say so…” He yawned and, leaning his chin on Jongin’s chest, looked up at him. The look made Jongin’s belly lurch. Taemin was so close.
“Did you miss me?” Taemin asked softly.
“Shut up,” Jongin chuckled, shoving Taemin away, but only to pull him back. The mere look in Taemin’s eyes stirred the desire within him, and Taemin knew it. It was the only thing that could possibly make Jongin feel shy around Taemin.
They lay there, gazing at each other and past each other, until the waiting had built up between them the familiar tension.
Taemin rubbed his groin against Jongin’s. “Could we do it like this?”
“How?”
“Me on top?”
Jongin grinned. “Yeah. Sure.”
They sat up, took off their underpants, and lay back down on the yielding mattress, naked on one another.
Jongin had, unfortunately, already made all the mistakes with Taemin, so Taemin knew what to do and what not to do. Kinda.
Taemin took out the vaseline from his suitcase, and Jongin pulled his knees up. He shivered at the first touch. He would never really get used to that sensation. It was too much; too good.
“Taemin-ah,” Jongin said, “condom.”
Taemin stopped. “Ah. You’re always so careful…”
“It’s less messy that way, you know,” Jongin said, lazily watching as Taemin reached for his toiletry bag.
“But I can’t get you pregnant though, can I?” Taemin joked, tearing open the wrapper.
Jongin gave a laugh. “If that’s your only concern…”
Once ready, Taemin took hold of the back of Jongin’s thighs and pushed against him with his hips. Jongin felt him slide in, and when Taemin finally stopped after an unhurried moment of easing and waiting, Jongin let out a sigh.
Jongin preferred it this way, actually. He was in the mood for surrendering to Taemin.
“You all right?” Taemin asked, his voice catching in his throat.
“Yeah.”
With his keen eyes on Jongin, Taemin began to move. When he finally closed his eyes, Jongin could tell that Taemin had been taken over by his own pleasure.
“Slow…” Jongin mumbled, as Taemin was picking up the pace.
“Am I doing this right?” Taemin asked.
“Thrust up.”
Taemin obeyed, and pleasure rushed through Jongin’s body. He grabbed Taemin’s shoulders, biceps.
“That’s good…”
Taemin aimed for the same spot again, clearly enjoying the way it made Jongin enjoy.
Jongin groaned though when Taemin pushed his legs too far down. The position made his back hurt.
“Sorry,” Taemin said, and let go of Jongin’s legs. Instead, Jongin wrapped them around Taemin’s slim body.
And because Taemin wasn’t going to do it, Jongin touched himself. Taemin’s gaze followed; he let out a throaty noise that was so uncharacteristic for Taemin that it made Jongin grin.
“Like what you see?” he teased.
“Yah!” Taemin exclaimed, but a cute flush had risen to his cheeks, and, well, Jongin saw that Taemin couldn’t avert his eyes from the sight.
Taemin was thrusting harder now, a little too hard if Jongin had had his way, but his growing pleasure evened it out pretty well.
“Jongin, I…” Taemin gasped, and then he stopped dead, clutching Jongin’s thighs and closing his eyes. When Taemin’s body relaxed again, a deep sigh escaped him, and he folded on top of Jongin.
Jongin wrapped his arms around Taemin. “You what?”
Taemin chuckled, his voice light in his ear. “Damn…”
When their chests had stopped heaving against each other, Taemin sat up. Jongin had missed seeing him like this - his cheeks and lips flushed, his hair tousled, his body naked and exactly the way Jongin remembered it; the way it came to him in his dreams every now and then, but never gave him the satisfaction that it could give awake.
“Your turn,” Taemin said and grinned. He spread Jongin’s legs and hitched himself between them. Jongin closed his eyes, not even knowing why. He loved watching Taemin during sex, but with his eyes closed he felt more keenly; he hoped he would be able to preserve the sensation when Taemin’s fingers encircled him. It always felt the same, but Jongin always seemed to forget just how good it was. It was convenient that he forgot; that way he missed it less.
Taemin took his time with him, leaned over Jongin and kissed him on the mouth, and it was during one those kisses that Jongin came, more from the touch of Taemin’s lips than that of his hand. It made him embarrassed.
Taemin lay down next to him, a proud smile on his lips. A thought crossed Jongin’s mind:
I have explored you more than I have the city that encloses us.
But then, Japan is not why I came here; I came here because of you.
© fulushouxi 2014