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Jun 30, 2013 13:11



it was much like a stolen moment at a summer camp and just as delicious, a press of sweaty skin on a sweltering afternoon. there were six mattresses in the room, stripped of linen and littered with random articles of clothing. open suitcases vomited out the belongings of young adventurers too far from home not to be afraid.

a peachy persian carpet lied in the middle of the room, out of place on the cold stone floor. sitting on it was a three-legged table, a trap for the late arrivals.

the walls were white but branches of bright red blossoms peeked in from two wide barred windows.

it was nothing like home and in fact it was thousands of kilometres away from home.

the others - the twenty three inhabitants of a house with six bedrooms - were out in town, playing their parts as fascinated tourists and scouring the narrow streets of the market downtown. jonghyun’s breath got caught in his throat. the air was spicy and he had grown accustomed to the lingering stench of rotting trash on the streets.

taemin sat cross-legged on his makeshift bed wearing nothing but a patchwork bed sheet and a wolfish grin. even with the past-midday sun beating down on them, he was the embodiment of temptation. his hair smelled of the apple shisha they smoked at a café on the very morning and was matted with the salt of the mediterranean sea when jonghyun sunk to his knees in front of the teenager to press his lips to the crown of his head.

shifting to catch his temporary lover’s mouth with his own, taemin revealed to be wearing the anklet jonghyun had bought him a day earlier, made with real silver and turquoise. it seemed like a sign of possession but after a few lazy weeks spent on beaches with hot white sand, it would become nothing but a good memory, hopefully.

the fire jonghyun ignited in taemin burned a hundred degrees hotter than the peppers that had stung his insides and was much more pleasant.

“c’mon,” jonghyun grunted, pulling the chuckling teenager to his lap, the heels of his sandals digging into the backs of his thighs. taemin’s skin was still slightly sunburnt and jonghyun took his time to kiss the blotches of red on his shoulders. laughing, taemin pushed him away, his face already glistening with perspiration.

“we don’t have much time,” the younger whispered, rocking his hips to the rhythm of some arabic song bleeding into the silence from the streets of a quiet suburban area. so jonghyun wasted no more of their precious minutess, as they only found a few. he laid taemin down on the mattress, taking note of how it sunk too much for his liking. accidentally kicking taemin’s backpack in his haste, he sent a water bottle rolling over the floor but neither of them cared.

taemin parted his legs in a familiar fashion, eyes full of mirth and invitations he didn’t need to voice, for jonghyun was already licking them out of his mouth. discarding his t-shirt in fear of taemin ripping it with his overgrown nails, jonghyun settled down on top of taemin just as the little minx expected him to, trapping the older by locking his ankles behind jonghyun’s back.

the material of jonghyun’s pants bundled up just below the curve of his ass as they worked towards their release, panting and sweating. it came soon, because the tension had been building up for days with whispers exchanged under palm trees and casual touches after nightfall.

“i have sand in my buttcrack,” taemin said, breaking the moment of peaceful afterglow to stretch out his left leg, the insides of his thighs sticky with sweat and cum.

“like seriously. it’s annoying.”

jonghyun chortled from where he was inhaling the scent of the younger’s neck, tongue darting out to lick the salt off a sharp collarbone. “do you want me to get it out for you or-” he asked heatedly, intending spend all their time together in the most productive of ways.

taemin agreed with this plan, as a hormonal young adult, he naturally would. especially since jonghyun was charming, even with his pants stained with semen, hair plastered to his face.

“i was thinking of a bath, though. wanna join?”

of course jonghyun did.

fandom: shinee, rating: nc-17, !fanfic, type: drabble, pairing: jonghyun/taemin

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