Whose Birthday Is It Anyway? ; Minho/Taemin
When Minho gets a present in the form of a hot and steamy phone call on Taemin's birthday. Inspired by the absence of Minho on the maknae's birthday. Also written for the prompt at twominkink. Basically, phone sex is what you can look forward to.
Author's Note: I have only written one smut in my entire writing 'career' and those who read my stories should know i'm only good at fluff. I'm still awkward as humanly possible so please do not expect much from this. I'm not even exactly sure how phone sex works cause i obviously haven't done it before. I do hope that it isn't cringe worthy and you'll bear with this, and maybe even enjoy the story. A birthday fic for Lee Taemin (although his birthday is over) but let us celebrate that the first number of his (korean) age is finally a 2! ^^ And dear Anon, i hope you find your way here and that you'll like this even though i myself know this isn't nowhere near good as compared to the fantastic LJ smut writers out there. but thank you, if you do read this! I hope it isn't too bad. ^^;; Comments would be wonderful! ❤
Emergency.
What's wrong?
Something's off with the maknae.
Do something then! I can't leave the filming location.
I suggest you try. I told you, this is an emergency.
Kibum, you can handle Taemin. You know I can't just leave.
And I'm not the one who's fucking him.
Must you be so crude?
Fine, making love... does that sound better? I'm not the one who's making love to him. Happy?
What is this emergency again?
What are you? Stupid?
Get to the point, Kibum.
Because it's the maknae's birthday and his boyfriend's fucking MIA. And if you have the time to chat with me, why can't you just come back to the dorm?
I'm on a break, Kibum, and the 3 hours are supposedly for me to rest, catch up on sleep. I can't go anywhere when I only have 3 hours and it takes me that amount of time to travel back home.
Have you talked to Tae yet?
No, your message was the first thing i saw when i got my hands on my phone.
YOU ARE STUPID.
CALL TAEMIN NOW.
AND I'M NOT EXAGGERATING WHEN I SAID SOMETHING'S OFF WITH HIM.
HE'S LOCKED HIMSELF IN YOUR ROOM EVER SINCE WE GOT BACK.
DO SOMETHING, I DON'T WANT THE MAKNAE SAD.
Minho rolled his eyes at Kibum's messages in capslock and exited the chat for he couldn't be bothered to reply the obvious. He wasn't stupid, he knew he had to call Taemin, and he also obviously didn't want a sad maknae. Besides, Minho had no time to waste because there was only barely an hour left until 18th July came to an end.
Both he and Taemin knew weeks earlier that his filming schedule had clashed with the maknae's birthday but they both understood this was the reality they had to deal with. They both knew what they signed up for and neither of them were irrational enough to put their careers on the line just because of trivial issues such as celebrating birthdays. It was trivial because both Minho and Taemin knew they had many more birthdays to celebrate together so what difference would missing one make in their lifetime together? Taemin was all smiles and comforting words when Minho brought home the news that he wasn't going to be around for Taemin's 19th birthday. And after minimal grumbling and pouting, Minho, too, accepted the fact that he couldn't be there with Taemin. Still, even if he couldn't be physically there, the rapper had planned long ago what he was going to do to make it up to Taemin.
It wasn't possible for him to make a trip back to the dorm, but Minho had set up a plan to make Taemin feel he was right there celebrating his birthday with him. He was going to call Taemin and instruct him step by step until the maknae ended up with his birthday present that was hidden in between clothes in Minho’s cupboard. And that was what Minho was about to do. The excitement was building up as the dial tone sounded and Minho just couldn't wait to hear Taemin's voice and ultimately reveal the surprise that he had planned for his boyfriend. However, when Taemin finally answered the call just as Minho thought the line would never get through, Minho would never imagine that the surprise was on him instead.
“Hyu- hyung?”
Minho frowned at the sound of Taemin's voice. It sounded so weak, so breathless, as if Taemin was using his entire life to utter that one word.
“Taem? You alright? Why do you sound so breathless?” Minho couldn't hide his worry in his voice as he sat tensely on the edge of his bed, his phone pressed tightly to his ear.
Minho could hear shuffling sounds through the phone, a somewhat heavy pause before hearing Taemin clear his throat to ready himself for a reply.
“Hyung, I'm in your room... on your bed... wearing nothing but your shirt... unbuttoned.”
At Taemin's words, Minho's eyes grew so wide that he was sure, if any other of his bandmates were around, they were going to call him Kororo for life. Minho gulped. And gulped again. Images of a good-as-naked Taemin lying on his bed in his room alone flooded his mind. It wasn't hard to guess what Taemin had been doing to make himself sound so breathless before the phone call. With that thought, Minho had a death grip on his phone but his body slowly relaxed as he lay back on his bed and settled into the mood.
“Which shirt, Tae?”
“The white one. The one that fits you so perfectly that I can make out how your body would feel under my hands... the one that still has your smell.” Taemin answered and Minho knew he was smiling. “What about you, hyung? What are you wearing?”
“I'm in a tank top and gym shorts.” Minho left it for Taemin to continue as he figured the maknae knew exactly how he wanted this to work.
“Mmm, little material, so much easier to work with... You might as well be naked.” Taemin hummed in satisfaction. “I would take them off with my mouth, Minho hyung but I rather you take them off yourself.”
The temperature was getting hot for Minho now even though he had his clothes off in a flash. He quickly pulled the earphones off his bedside table and plugged it into his phone so he could hear Taemin for himself and have his hands free enough to do whatever Taemin wanted him to do.
“Tae... baby... tell me what you were doing before I called.”
“Were? Minho hyung, I never did stop.” Taemin breathed out and moaned. “I still have my hand around myself. I’m still touching myself... and i’m thinking about you.”
Minho choked on air. It was his turn to breathe heavily upon feeling more and more aroused by the second as he remembered how Taemin looked like when he gave himself a hand job from all the times before. “Tae... I want you so bad.”
“Hyung, I'm thinking about you pressing me into the bed, and your lips on mine so desperately, and then I'm flipping you over, straddling you, and licking down your neck... and you're grabbing my hair and pushing me down so far until I'm at your hips, and kissing you until I'm taking you into my mouth. Fuck hyung... you're so hot.”
“Taemin... stop teasing, wrap your hand around me tighter and suck harder.” Minho moaned as he held himself tightly like how he knew Taemin's mouth would feel around him and moved his hand steadily to the sound of Taemin's moans.
“I love how you taste, hyung. You're addictive.” Taemin smacked his lips together to get the kissing sound across. “I just want to get every inch of you in my mouth. I'm licking, sucking, and you're holding my head, controlling me, and forcing me deeper... I know you love how tight my throat feels around your cock.”
“Tae, enough.” It took everything Minho had in him to stop himself from cumming as he slowed the pace of his movement, idly touching himself now, and spoke deep into the phone. “Get up, I want you to finger yourself. Prepare yourself for me. Grab the lube from my drawer now.”
Minho heard the sounds of Taemin moving, and the next distinct sound he heard was the pop of a cap opening. “Baby, don't bite your lips, I want to hear every sound you make.”
“Minho hyung... why don't you tell me instead how you're going to work me open?”
It was Taemin's command and Minho was more than willing to obey.
“Baby, I'm going to push my finger into you... and I love how you grip my shoulders so hard when you clench around my finger so painfully but you know you're going to love what's about to come... and you start desperately stroking yourself again as I work you open...”
“Hyung...” Taemin breathed hard into the phone. “Another one.”
Feeling his throat going dry, Minho swallowed as he imagined Taemin thrusting two fingers into himself. “You're opening up so easily for me, baby. I know you want me in you right now, don't you, Tae?”
“Yes hyung... please.” Taemin groaned. “Fuck. I need you.”
“I'm with you, Tae.” Minho said in the low sexy voice of his. “My hands are spreading your legs, holding them apart. I'm kissing you, tracing your lips with my tongue, and I'm pushing into you... Fuck Tae, you're sucking me in, your heat is unbearable... and I'm thrusting in and out and you feel so good around me baby. I just need to find that one spot in you-”
“Hyung! Right there!” Taemin whined. “I... Yo- You found it.”
“Taem... i want you to ride me. Fuck yourself on me. Like how you did the time we were in Japan. I love the way you look down at me, how you press your hands onto my chest and how you move against me.”
“Minho hyung, fuck, I can't... it feels so good when your body is pressed against mine but I want you closer, I want you to fuck me harder. I'm...” Minho could hear how Taemin's breath had obviously quickened through the phone. He himself could feel his impending orgasm... Minho just needed to make sure Taemin was with him on this.
“Baby, you love the way I feel in you, don't you? You love how I know exactly how to fuck you where it feels so darn good, how I just keep hitting that spot in you and I don't even have to touch you before you're cumming onto our stomachs. You’re clenching so tightly aro- fuck!”
“Minho hyung!”
Silence. He couldn't hear anything from the other end of the line, not even the sounds of Taemin's breathing. Minho's heartbeat was loud in his ears though. His chest was heaving up and down as he looked down at the mess on his stomach and on his hand. Grabbing the tank top that he had taken off earlier, he hastily wiped the mess off and scrunched the now soiled top into a ball before placing it aside. He then ran his other clean hand through his hair and let out a huge breath before focusing his attention back onto the phone call.
“Tae?”
There was a sound of a rustle before Taemin’s voice sounded. “I'm here.”
Minho smiled in contentment. “How're you feeling?”
“Sleepy. Satisfied.” Taemin yawned into the phone. “I never knew phone sex could be this exhausting.”
“And I never knew I could get presents even though it isn't my birthday.” Minho chuckled deeply. “Happy birthday baby.”
“It’s definitely a happier birthday now...” Taemin was talking slower, his voice getting softer, and Minho knew this wasn’t a good sign. Especially not when he hadn’t carried out his original plan.
“Tae? Baby?” Minho frowned. “Don't fall asleep on me. We're not done. Hello, hello?”
“Hyung... thank you... for celebrating my birthday with me.” Minho knew Taemin's eyes were already closed although his lips were still working because he understood exactly how Taemin was after sex and this time was no different. “Love you.”
“But I haven't even-”
The line was cut off.
“-told you where to find your present yet.” Minho said into the phone, only the sound of air answering him.
And Minho was left wondering if he should be satisfied that his plan failed.
Looking at his phone helplessly, Miinho eventually shrugged and told himself it was alright his birthday surprise failed terribly. After all, it would be a much better idea to personally put the silver ring that he had designed especially for Taemin’s birthday on his boyfriend’s finger when he was back by his side.