I Feel Like I Win When I Lose
Title: I Feel Like I Win When I Lose
Author: mimi_oly
Rating: NC-17 (language, sex)
Pairing/Focus: Minho/Onew
Genre: Humor, Friendship, Smut
Words: 3200
Summary: Minho and Onew play a new variation of their dangerous game after their latest fan event.
Minho was undeniably the tallest, most athletic, and most competitive of the group, but when it came to brute strength, no one could match Onew. That’s what made it so exciting as they struggled for dominance. They would wrestle with each other, using any dirty trick, short of actual permanent physical injury, to win. Tickling, joint locks, kissing, dirty talk, threats of public humiliation, dry humping -- it was all fair game. Whoever cried “oppa” first was doomed to service the winner.
Onew didn’t mind losing too much. Minho was…slender, and his teenage hormones made him fast and easy to suck off. Always gracious in victory, and high from his orgasm, Minho usually jerked Onew off as a consolation prize.
Minho dreaded losing, not just on principle, but because Onew was huge and exercised an inhuman level of self-control, able to stall his orgasm for what felt like, to Minho, a nearly intolerable, interminable length of time before he shot his load straight past Minho’s throat and into his sinuses. His jaw always ached afterward, and the corners of his mouth required constant applications of lip balm…not to mention the bad breath as his sinuses slowly drained over the course of the day.
When they came home from their latest fan event, Onew cornered Minho in the kitchen.
“What the hell was that back-hug stunt you pulled on stage?” Onew hissed, glancing toward the living room where Key and Taemin had joined the recuperating Jonghyun in a cozy puppy pile on the sofa.
“I thought it might be fun for the fans,” Minho growled with a mischievous grin.
“You nearly scared the crap out of me. I thought you were some crazy fan boy.”
“You didn’t know it was me? Seriously?”
“Pardon me, but I’m not intimately familiar with the feeling of your cock tucked into my ass crack.”
“Do you wanna be?” Minho asked menacingly, still grinning.
“Is this another challenge?” Onew puffed out his chest, lifted his chin, cocked his head to one side, and faced Minho, toe to toe. This was exactly how they’d started their most recent round of “loser-has-to-suck-it.”
Minho stared down at the shorter man. There was no way he could back down now, even if losing meant…he shuddered inwardly at the thought.
“Game on,” Minho whispered.
“Same rules?”
“Let’s go.”
By now, Jonghyun, Key, and Taemin were accustomed to seeing these weird wrestling matches that had Onew and Minho tearing after each other all over the dorm (and then silently disappearing together), but this time, the rivals seemed especially vicious. Mothers were insulted. Singing voices were disparaged. Sexual orientation was questioned. Sports teams were denigrated. Poultry was mocked.
The three on the sofa looked on with mixed shock and amusement as the other two tangled with each other on the floor in front of them. Key noticed that Minho had his tongue plastered against Onew’s ear just before he heard the eldest yelp “Oppa!”
“Yes!” Minho roared triumphantly as he extricated himself from Onew’s clutches. He jumped up, pumping his fists in the air as if he’d just scored the winning goal of the World Cup.
Onew lay crumpled on the floor, moaning something that sounded to Key like “Fuck my life.”
Grinning widely, Minho extended a hand down to Onew to help him up.
“Seriously…right now?” gulped Onew.
Minho nodded slowly and wiggled his eyebrows a few times just to freak Onew out.
“I am so screwed,” whimpered Onew quietly.
“That’s the general idea,” Minho snorted as he ushered Onew to the bedroom.
Minho shoved Onew through the door and locked it behind them. “Lee Jinki, your ass is mine,” Minho snorted, still savoring his victory.
Onew fidgeted nervously as he watched Minho pull his belt off through the belt loops.
“How do you want to do this?” asked Minho with a predatory look.
“What do you mean how? Do I have a choice at this point?” Onew pouted. Something about the look on his face -- a trace of fear in his eyes, the way he worried his full lips with his teeth, looking like a frightened, virginal bride on her wedding night -- stirred up an unexpected feeling in Minho.
“Well, you’re definitely bottoming, those are the rules.” Minho stepped closer to Onew, who startled and tripped back onto Minho’s bed. “On your knees or on your back…well, that’s up to you.” Before Onew knew what hit him, Minho was on top of him, kissing him full on the mouth as he worked on Onew’s jeans. Onew thought about fighting back but was stilled by the palm on his crotch and the grind of Minho’s hips against his thigh.
Onew thrust back against Minho and reached out with both hands to grab his ass, locking them together, which surprised Minho almost as much as it surprised as Onew.
Minho pulled away from ravishing Onew’s face and looked at the older man pinned beneath him. “On your back, then?” he whispered.
His eyes wide in shock, Onew nodded before tangling his fingers in Minho’s hair and pulling him back down for more. Their kissing eventually became less frantic and more sensual. They stopped trying to dominate each other, and yielded to each other’s explorations.
Onew’s hands went up the back of Minho’s shirt; Minho obliged by pulling it off over his head, then helping Onew do the same. They moaned in unison as their smooth, muscled torsos met. Their hands were everywhere, reveling in the feel of the other beneath their fingertips and thrilling to the other’s response, moans of pleasure and whispers of encouragement filling their ears.
Onew eventually used his superior strength to flip them over. Minho was happy to submit as Onew planted sweet kisses and gentle bites down his neck. Minho’s chest arched up to meet Onew’s mouth when it lingered over his nipples before trailing down to his navel. When Onew curled his hand around Minho’s hip and started sucking on the smooth skin just below his waistband, Minho cried out from the intensity of the sensation.
Minho pulled Onew up to face him, their foreheads touching. “I…I didn’t know…” Minho stuttered.
Onew cupped Minho’s face in his sturdy palm. “What is it?” he asked gently.
Minho wrapped his long arms around Onew, pressing their sweaty chests together, burying his face in Onew’s neck. “I didn’t know I wanted you so bad,” he admitted.
Onew returned Minho’s tight embrace. “Yeah, me too,” he confessed.
Minho flipped them over again and mimicked Onew’s earlier ministrations, leaving kisses and love bites all the way down Onew’s torso. When he reached Onew’s unbuttoned jeans, he glanced up, silently asking for permission to continue as a lover what he’d started as a combatant. Onew reached down and hooked his thumbs under both of his waistbands, shimmying his hips until they were free of his jeans and briefs. Minho grabbed the jeans’ legs and pulled them the rest of the way off, then ran his hands up Onew’s bare legs.
“Your thighs are amazing,” he purred, sucking on the smooth inner surface of Onew’s leg, and eliciting an appreciative groan. Considering how many times he’d had Onew’s dick in his mouth, he’d never actually touched him intimately. They’d always simply whipped it out and gone at it.
“Come up here,” Onew requested sweetly after thoroughly enjoying the attention of Minho’s mouth on his nether regions.
Minho complied and was met by Onew’s plush lips. Their tongues met briefly before Onew rolled them over again. He stroked Minho’s bushy hair off his forehead and grazed his lips above Minho’s eyebrows, enjoying the salty taste of Minho’s sweat. Onew set his mouth to work on Minho’s long neck, and sent his hand sliding down Minho’s torso, into his pants.
Minho whimpered as Onew’s tongue and teeth worked their magic on his neck, all the while rocking into Onew’s fist, which was languidly stroking him in a loose grip. Minho couldn’t take being confined any longer and struggled to remove the offending garment. Onew grabbed the waistband as Minho lifted up his hips, and together they freed him from his pants; Minho’s briefs joined the rest of their clothes in a pile somewhere on the floor.
Naked at last, their eyes took each other in as Minho kneeled above Onew. By now, half of Korea had seen Minho’s abs, but only Onew had seen him in all his glory. “Your hair’s growing back in,” Onew commented as he slid his palm across the skin below Minho’s navel.
“And yours still hasn’t shown up, sweet baby,” Minho gently teased. It was a sort of a sore spot for Onew that he had less pubic hair than their underage maknae. He just wasn’t a very hairy guy. Onew pretended to pout, but his mind was soon pleasantly distracted when Minho climbed on top of him, rubbing their erections together with a slow swirl of his hips. Onew cried out in pleasure at the contact and resumed stroking Minho, who had locked their lips together again, his hands roving over the man beneath him.
“I want you to roll over,” Minho whispered when they came up for air.
“But I thought you said I got to choose…”
“No,” Minho cooed, “I don’t mean for that. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
Onew turned over and lay on his stomach. Minho grabbed an extra pillow and arranged it under Onew’s chest.
“Comfortable?” Minho asked as he straddled Onew’s hips.
“Very,” Onew answered. Minho hands were massaging away the tension in Onew’s shoulders.
Minho worked his way down Onew’s back, kneading as he travelled lower, occasionally pausing when Onew grunted, “Oh yeah, right there…ah…”
When Minho’s massage reached Onew’s ass, Onew moaned again in pleasure. He enjoyed Minho’s hands for a while longer before he rolled over and pulled Minho down on top of him in a bear hug. “Thanks,” he whispered, “that felt great.”
Minho grinned, and then sat back and danced his hands across Onew’s abs. Although not as defined as his own, he could still trace his fingers around the contours of the muscles.
“That tickles,” said Onew, squirming under Minho’s touch.
“How about this, then,” Minho teased, wrapping his hand around Onew’s cock. He’d gone a little soft during the massage, as had Minho, but perked right up again at Minho’s touch.
“That’s better,” Onew sighed. He threw his head back and matched the rhythm of his hips to Minho’s stroking. For Minho, seeing the older man laid out before him was a huge turn on.
Minho was ready.
He reached under his bed and searched for the box he kept stashed there. When he found it, he hastily knocked the lid off and retrieved a small bottle and a hand towel.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Onew breathlessly. Minho was still stroking him.
“Lube,” answered Minho, meeting Onew’s eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Onew nodded.
Minho flipped open the lid of the bottle and poured a generous amount into his hand before setting the bottle aside. He reached between Onew’s legs and started to massage his hole. He stretched out next to Onew, supporting himself on his elbow.
“Minho,” Onew gasped in his ear, “I’m scared.”
Minho stilled his hand and looked into Onew’s eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you. We don’t have to do this, not if you don’t want to.”
The look on Minho’s face was one that Onew had never seen before. The lust was there, but there was something more. Onew recognized it as the same yearning he felt the moment Minho’s lips first touched his own.
“I trust you.”
Minho took his time. Before even thinking about penetrating Onew, he started sucking him off, and so Onew hardly felt the first finger. When the second long, slender finger entered him, he moaned loudly. Minho sat up and watched Onew writhing as Minho searched for the right spot.
“How do you know how to do this?” Onew gasped, trying to relax as his body became accustomed to the intrusion.
“Taemin and I watch a lot of porn,” Minho answered matter-of-factly, still watching Onew’s expression. And then Minho found what he was looking for.
The cry that left Onew’s throat was so intense that it rivaled the vocal track he’d laid down for their song “Shout Out.” That had been a truly hot recording session…
“Are you okay?” Minho asked, pretty sure of the answer.
“Argh!” was Onew’s reply.
“Yes?”
“Yes!” Onew moaned. “More…” Minho complied. The sight of Onew convulsing below him, his hair plastered to his forehead, his full mouth open and panting was almost more that he could take, but he knew Onew wasn’t ready for him yet.
“Hold on,” Minho said. He grabbed some more lube to help with the third finger. He retracted the first two most of the way; Onew whined in protest. “Here it comes,” Minho warned, returning with all three fingers together.
Onew clutched at the sheets. He willed himself to relax and pushed against Minho’s hand, sucking him in. Minho didn’t move, letting the tight muscles relax around his fingers.
“Do it again…please,” begged Onew. Minho somehow exercised enough control to slowly stretch his lover wider without hurting him. He found Onew’s prostate again, and the sound Onew let fly from his lips went straight to Minho’s groin. He took his free hand and pumped Onew firmly. If the sight of Onew coming undone for him weren’t enough, his gorgeous voice crying out and begging him for more was the biggest ego boost Minho had ever experienced.
“More...more,” Onew chanted, his voice nearly breaking
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I want more…I want you,” Onew managed to choke out.
Minho had reached the limits of his self control. He retracted his fingers as gently as he could and grabbed the towel. He fumbled again for the box and found a condom. Onew’s eyes opened wide at the sight of Minho rolling it over his stiff length.
“Worried I’ll get pregnant?”
“Something like that,” Minho quipped. He grabbed the bottle again and doused himself with as much of the precious fluid as he could before positioning himself. “I’ve never really done this part before,” he admitted.
“And I thought you spent your spare time bending Siwon hyung over the bathroom sink,” Onew joked, still nervous about the inevitable.
Minho hooked one arm under Onew’s thick thigh as he guided himself into position. “Here we go,” he warned. He breached the first ring of muscle and was met by Onew’s voice crying out to the heavens. Onew pushed his hips against Minho as the smaller man thrust sharply into him.
“Are you okay?” Minho’s strangled voice blurted out. The heat and tightness were overwhelming. It felt so different from the slickness of Onew’s mouth.
“Just give me a second,” Onew panted. His hands had latched onto Minho’s shoulders. Minho could see tears forming in Onew’s eyes.
“Baby, I’m sorry.” This wasn’t what Minho wanted.
“I’m okay, just wait…” Onew swallowed hard, making a mental note that Minho seemed to have given him a pet name. The pain was slowly being replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness, so he rocked into Minho. “Okay, go,” he whispered.
Minho withdrew just a bit before trying a slow thrust. “Is this okay?”
“Nghhh.”
They slowly built up a rhythm together. Minho was trying, without luck, to aim for Onew’s prostate.
“Move your leg,” Minho suggested. They tangled themselves together in a new position, resulting in a glorious sound from Onew’s throat. Between Onew’s cries of pleasure, the look of passion on his face, and the tightness of his ass, Minho couldn’t keep up the pace for long.
“I can’t…dammit” he groaned as he began to convulse heavily against Onew, moaning in ecstasy in spite of his failure to bring Onew to climax. “Sorry,” he whispered as he gingerly withdrew and collapsed at Onew’ side.
“That was…wow,” was all Onew could say.
“Yeah.”
“…”
“Do you want me to help you out with that?”
“Would you?”
Minho tied off the condom and dropped it over the side of the bed. He kissed Onew sweetly on the lips and then began covering his slick chest with kisses. He lapped at the sweat collected on his abs before taking Onew’s erection in his mouth. Minho felt he owed it to Onew to make it especially good. He tried every trick he knew, using his tongue and lips to extract every moan and sigh he could from his lover’s lips.
“Use your fingers again,” Onew pleaded.
“Are you sure?”
“Please,” he begged.
Minho grabbed the lube and quickly slicked up his hand. He worked his way back inside Onew, who was panting heavily and whining softly; he seemed to be close to tears.
“Argh!”
That was the sound Minho had been hoping to hear. Onew’s notorious self-control was no match for the combination of Minho’s fingers working his prostate, and Minho’s mouth sucking him off. Onew felt the heat building in his groin and let out a glorious, throaty wail as his orgasm exploded in a flash that left him seizing so hard his abs cramped.
Minho swallowed what hadn’t made its way into his sinuses.
“Could I have my hand back?”
Onew’s orgasm had hit so hard that his ass was still clamped down tightly around Minho’s fingers. He tried to relax and to bear down a little.
“Sorry,” Onew mumbled. He felt a little embarrassed when he realized how loud he’d been.
“Glad I could help.” Minho finished up with the towel and then stretched out beside Onew, pulling the sheet up over them. Onew’s head found its way onto Minho’s chest.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” Onew mused.
“It’s beating for you.”
“Very cute, Taecyon.”
Minho lifted Onew’s chin and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
“I’m serious,” Minho said, giving Onew one of his most intense flaming charisma looks.
Onew responded by climbing on top of Minho and putting his lips to good use. He coaxed Minho’s mouth open with his tongue and found to his surprise that Minho yielded completely to him. He could taste himself on Minho’s tongue as he teased his mouth with flicks of his tongue and nibbles from his teeth.
Minho wrapped one arm around Onew’s waist while the other gently stroked his jaw line. He realized that he rather enjoyed being ravished.
Onew pulled away from Minho’s mouth and sank down into his embrace. He let his fingertips trace up and down Minho’s arm.
“Hey, since when do you call me ‘Baby?’”
Minho ran his hand across Onew’s smooth lower torso. “Since I discovered you hadn’t hit puberty yet.”
“Very funny.”
“Don’t worry; you’re still hung like a porn star.”
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The obscenely operatic noises coming from Minho’s bedroom had finally ceased.
“Hyung?” Taemin nudged Key’s shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Does this mean Onew hyung and Minho hyung won’t be having those weird wrestling matches anymore?”
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a/n: Bonus points if you caught the intentional use of three song lyrics…
Author: mimi_oly
Rating: NC-17 (language, sex)
Pairing/Focus: Minho/Onew
Genre: Humor, Friendship, Smut
Words: 3200
Summary: Minho and Onew play a new variation of their dangerous game after their latest fan event.
Minho was undeniably the tallest, most athletic, and most competitive of the group, but when it came to brute strength, no one could match Onew. That’s what made it so exciting as they struggled for dominance. They would wrestle with each other, using any dirty trick, short of actual permanent physical injury, to win. Tickling, joint locks, kissing, dirty talk, threats of public humiliation, dry humping -- it was all fair game. Whoever cried “oppa” first was doomed to service the winner.
Onew didn’t mind losing too much. Minho was…slender, and his teenage hormones made him fast and easy to suck off. Always gracious in victory, and high from his orgasm, Minho usually jerked Onew off as a consolation prize.
Minho dreaded losing, not just on principle, but because Onew was huge and exercised an inhuman level of self-control, able to stall his orgasm for what felt like, to Minho, a nearly intolerable, interminable length of time before he shot his load straight past Minho’s throat and into his sinuses. His jaw always ached afterward, and the corners of his mouth required constant applications of lip balm…not to mention the bad breath as his sinuses slowly drained over the course of the day.
When they came home from their latest fan event, Onew cornered Minho in the kitchen.
“What the hell was that back-hug stunt you pulled on stage?” Onew hissed, glancing toward the living room where Key and Taemin had joined the recuperating Jonghyun in a cozy puppy pile on the sofa.
“I thought it might be fun for the fans,” Minho growled with a mischievous grin.
“You nearly scared the crap out of me. I thought you were some crazy fan boy.”
“You didn’t know it was me? Seriously?”
“Pardon me, but I’m not intimately familiar with the feeling of your cock tucked into my ass crack.”
“Do you wanna be?” Minho asked menacingly, still grinning.
“Is this another challenge?” Onew puffed out his chest, lifted his chin, cocked his head to one side, and faced Minho, toe to toe. This was exactly how they’d started their most recent round of “loser-has-to-suck-it.”
Minho stared down at the shorter man. There was no way he could back down now, even if losing meant…he shuddered inwardly at the thought.
“Game on,” Minho whispered.
“Same rules?”
“Let’s go.”
By now, Jonghyun, Key, and Taemin were accustomed to seeing these weird wrestling matches that had Onew and Minho tearing after each other all over the dorm (and then silently disappearing together), but this time, the rivals seemed especially vicious. Mothers were insulted. Singing voices were disparaged. Sexual orientation was questioned. Sports teams were denigrated. Poultry was mocked.
The three on the sofa looked on with mixed shock and amusement as the other two tangled with each other on the floor in front of them. Key noticed that Minho had his tongue plastered against Onew’s ear just before he heard the eldest yelp “Oppa!”
“Yes!” Minho roared triumphantly as he extricated himself from Onew’s clutches. He jumped up, pumping his fists in the air as if he’d just scored the winning goal of the World Cup.
Onew lay crumpled on the floor, moaning something that sounded to Key like “Fuck my life.”
Grinning widely, Minho extended a hand down to Onew to help him up.
“Seriously…right now?” gulped Onew.
Minho nodded slowly and wiggled his eyebrows a few times just to freak Onew out.
“I am so screwed,” whimpered Onew quietly.
“That’s the general idea,” Minho snorted as he ushered Onew to the bedroom.
Minho shoved Onew through the door and locked it behind them. “Lee Jinki, your ass is mine,” Minho snorted, still savoring his victory.
Onew fidgeted nervously as he watched Minho pull his belt off through the belt loops.
“How do you want to do this?” asked Minho with a predatory look.
“What do you mean how? Do I have a choice at this point?” Onew pouted. Something about the look on his face -- a trace of fear in his eyes, the way he worried his full lips with his teeth, looking like a frightened, virginal bride on her wedding night -- stirred up an unexpected feeling in Minho.
“Well, you’re definitely bottoming, those are the rules.” Minho stepped closer to Onew, who startled and tripped back onto Minho’s bed. “On your knees or on your back…well, that’s up to you.” Before Onew knew what hit him, Minho was on top of him, kissing him full on the mouth as he worked on Onew’s jeans. Onew thought about fighting back but was stilled by the palm on his crotch and the grind of Minho’s hips against his thigh.
Onew thrust back against Minho and reached out with both hands to grab his ass, locking them together, which surprised Minho almost as much as it surprised as Onew.
Minho pulled away from ravishing Onew’s face and looked at the older man pinned beneath him. “On your back, then?” he whispered.
His eyes wide in shock, Onew nodded before tangling his fingers in Minho’s hair and pulling him back down for more. Their kissing eventually became less frantic and more sensual. They stopped trying to dominate each other, and yielded to each other’s explorations.
Onew’s hands went up the back of Minho’s shirt; Minho obliged by pulling it off over his head, then helping Onew do the same. They moaned in unison as their smooth, muscled torsos met. Their hands were everywhere, reveling in the feel of the other beneath their fingertips and thrilling to the other’s response, moans of pleasure and whispers of encouragement filling their ears.
Onew eventually used his superior strength to flip them over. Minho was happy to submit as Onew planted sweet kisses and gentle bites down his neck. Minho’s chest arched up to meet Onew’s mouth when it lingered over his nipples before trailing down to his navel. When Onew curled his hand around Minho’s hip and started sucking on the smooth skin just below his waistband, Minho cried out from the intensity of the sensation.
Minho pulled Onew up to face him, their foreheads touching. “I…I didn’t know…” Minho stuttered.
Onew cupped Minho’s face in his sturdy palm. “What is it?” he asked gently.
Minho wrapped his long arms around Onew, pressing their sweaty chests together, burying his face in Onew’s neck. “I didn’t know I wanted you so bad,” he admitted.
Onew returned Minho’s tight embrace. “Yeah, me too,” he confessed.
Minho flipped them over again and mimicked Onew’s earlier ministrations, leaving kisses and love bites all the way down Onew’s torso. When he reached Onew’s unbuttoned jeans, he glanced up, silently asking for permission to continue as a lover what he’d started as a combatant. Onew reached down and hooked his thumbs under both of his waistbands, shimmying his hips until they were free of his jeans and briefs. Minho grabbed the jeans’ legs and pulled them the rest of the way off, then ran his hands up Onew’s bare legs.
“Your thighs are amazing,” he purred, sucking on the smooth inner surface of Onew’s leg, and eliciting an appreciative groan. Considering how many times he’d had Onew’s dick in his mouth, he’d never actually touched him intimately. They’d always simply whipped it out and gone at it.
“Come up here,” Onew requested sweetly after thoroughly enjoying the attention of Minho’s mouth on his nether regions.
Minho complied and was met by Onew’s plush lips. Their tongues met briefly before Onew rolled them over again. He stroked Minho’s bushy hair off his forehead and grazed his lips above Minho’s eyebrows, enjoying the salty taste of Minho’s sweat. Onew set his mouth to work on Minho’s long neck, and sent his hand sliding down Minho’s torso, into his pants.
Minho whimpered as Onew’s tongue and teeth worked their magic on his neck, all the while rocking into Onew’s fist, which was languidly stroking him in a loose grip. Minho couldn’t take being confined any longer and struggled to remove the offending garment. Onew grabbed the waistband as Minho lifted up his hips, and together they freed him from his pants; Minho’s briefs joined the rest of their clothes in a pile somewhere on the floor.
Naked at last, their eyes took each other in as Minho kneeled above Onew. By now, half of Korea had seen Minho’s abs, but only Onew had seen him in all his glory. “Your hair’s growing back in,” Onew commented as he slid his palm across the skin below Minho’s navel.
“And yours still hasn’t shown up, sweet baby,” Minho gently teased. It was a sort of a sore spot for Onew that he had less pubic hair than their underage maknae. He just wasn’t a very hairy guy. Onew pretended to pout, but his mind was soon pleasantly distracted when Minho climbed on top of him, rubbing their erections together with a slow swirl of his hips. Onew cried out in pleasure at the contact and resumed stroking Minho, who had locked their lips together again, his hands roving over the man beneath him.
“I want you to roll over,” Minho whispered when they came up for air.
“But I thought you said I got to choose…”
“No,” Minho cooed, “I don’t mean for that. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
Onew turned over and lay on his stomach. Minho grabbed an extra pillow and arranged it under Onew’s chest.
“Comfortable?” Minho asked as he straddled Onew’s hips.
“Very,” Onew answered. Minho hands were massaging away the tension in Onew’s shoulders.
Minho worked his way down Onew’s back, kneading as he travelled lower, occasionally pausing when Onew grunted, “Oh yeah, right there…ah…”
When Minho’s massage reached Onew’s ass, Onew moaned again in pleasure. He enjoyed Minho’s hands for a while longer before he rolled over and pulled Minho down on top of him in a bear hug. “Thanks,” he whispered, “that felt great.”
Minho grinned, and then sat back and danced his hands across Onew’s abs. Although not as defined as his own, he could still trace his fingers around the contours of the muscles.
“That tickles,” said Onew, squirming under Minho’s touch.
“How about this, then,” Minho teased, wrapping his hand around Onew’s cock. He’d gone a little soft during the massage, as had Minho, but perked right up again at Minho’s touch.
“That’s better,” Onew sighed. He threw his head back and matched the rhythm of his hips to Minho’s stroking. For Minho, seeing the older man laid out before him was a huge turn on.
Minho was ready.
He reached under his bed and searched for the box he kept stashed there. When he found it, he hastily knocked the lid off and retrieved a small bottle and a hand towel.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Onew breathlessly. Minho was still stroking him.
“Lube,” answered Minho, meeting Onew’s eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Onew nodded.
Minho flipped open the lid of the bottle and poured a generous amount into his hand before setting the bottle aside. He reached between Onew’s legs and started to massage his hole. He stretched out next to Onew, supporting himself on his elbow.
“Minho,” Onew gasped in his ear, “I’m scared.”
Minho stilled his hand and looked into Onew’s eyes. “I won’t hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you. We don’t have to do this, not if you don’t want to.”
The look on Minho’s face was one that Onew had never seen before. The lust was there, but there was something more. Onew recognized it as the same yearning he felt the moment Minho’s lips first touched his own.
“I trust you.”
Minho took his time. Before even thinking about penetrating Onew, he started sucking him off, and so Onew hardly felt the first finger. When the second long, slender finger entered him, he moaned loudly. Minho sat up and watched Onew writhing as Minho searched for the right spot.
“How do you know how to do this?” Onew gasped, trying to relax as his body became accustomed to the intrusion.
“Taemin and I watch a lot of porn,” Minho answered matter-of-factly, still watching Onew’s expression. And then Minho found what he was looking for.
The cry that left Onew’s throat was so intense that it rivaled the vocal track he’d laid down for their song “Shout Out.” That had been a truly hot recording session…
“Are you okay?” Minho asked, pretty sure of the answer.
“Argh!” was Onew’s reply.
“Yes?”
“Yes!” Onew moaned. “More…” Minho complied. The sight of Onew convulsing below him, his hair plastered to his forehead, his full mouth open and panting was almost more that he could take, but he knew Onew wasn’t ready for him yet.
“Hold on,” Minho said. He grabbed some more lube to help with the third finger. He retracted the first two most of the way; Onew whined in protest. “Here it comes,” Minho warned, returning with all three fingers together.
Onew clutched at the sheets. He willed himself to relax and pushed against Minho’s hand, sucking him in. Minho didn’t move, letting the tight muscles relax around his fingers.
“Do it again…please,” begged Onew. Minho somehow exercised enough control to slowly stretch his lover wider without hurting him. He found Onew’s prostate again, and the sound Onew let fly from his lips went straight to Minho’s groin. He took his free hand and pumped Onew firmly. If the sight of Onew coming undone for him weren’t enough, his gorgeous voice crying out and begging him for more was the biggest ego boost Minho had ever experienced.
“More...more,” Onew chanted, his voice nearly breaking
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I want more…I want you,” Onew managed to choke out.
Minho had reached the limits of his self control. He retracted his fingers as gently as he could and grabbed the towel. He fumbled again for the box and found a condom. Onew’s eyes opened wide at the sight of Minho rolling it over his stiff length.
“Worried I’ll get pregnant?”
“Something like that,” Minho quipped. He grabbed the bottle again and doused himself with as much of the precious fluid as he could before positioning himself. “I’ve never really done this part before,” he admitted.
“And I thought you spent your spare time bending Siwon hyung over the bathroom sink,” Onew joked, still nervous about the inevitable.
Minho hooked one arm under Onew’s thick thigh as he guided himself into position. “Here we go,” he warned. He breached the first ring of muscle and was met by Onew’s voice crying out to the heavens. Onew pushed his hips against Minho as the smaller man thrust sharply into him.
“Are you okay?” Minho’s strangled voice blurted out. The heat and tightness were overwhelming. It felt so different from the slickness of Onew’s mouth.
“Just give me a second,” Onew panted. His hands had latched onto Minho’s shoulders. Minho could see tears forming in Onew’s eyes.
“Baby, I’m sorry.” This wasn’t what Minho wanted.
“I’m okay, just wait…” Onew swallowed hard, making a mental note that Minho seemed to have given him a pet name. The pain was slowly being replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness, so he rocked into Minho. “Okay, go,” he whispered.
Minho withdrew just a bit before trying a slow thrust. “Is this okay?”
“Nghhh.”
They slowly built up a rhythm together. Minho was trying, without luck, to aim for Onew’s prostate.
“Move your leg,” Minho suggested. They tangled themselves together in a new position, resulting in a glorious sound from Onew’s throat. Between Onew’s cries of pleasure, the look of passion on his face, and the tightness of his ass, Minho couldn’t keep up the pace for long.
“I can’t…dammit” he groaned as he began to convulse heavily against Onew, moaning in ecstasy in spite of his failure to bring Onew to climax. “Sorry,” he whispered as he gingerly withdrew and collapsed at Onew’ side.
“That was…wow,” was all Onew could say.
“Yeah.”
“…”
“Do you want me to help you out with that?”
“Would you?”
Minho tied off the condom and dropped it over the side of the bed. He kissed Onew sweetly on the lips and then began covering his slick chest with kisses. He lapped at the sweat collected on his abs before taking Onew’s erection in his mouth. Minho felt he owed it to Onew to make it especially good. He tried every trick he knew, using his tongue and lips to extract every moan and sigh he could from his lover’s lips.
“Use your fingers again,” Onew pleaded.
“Are you sure?”
“Please,” he begged.
Minho grabbed the lube and quickly slicked up his hand. He worked his way back inside Onew, who was panting heavily and whining softly; he seemed to be close to tears.
“Argh!”
That was the sound Minho had been hoping to hear. Onew’s notorious self-control was no match for the combination of Minho’s fingers working his prostate, and Minho’s mouth sucking him off. Onew felt the heat building in his groin and let out a glorious, throaty wail as his orgasm exploded in a flash that left him seizing so hard his abs cramped.
Minho swallowed what hadn’t made its way into his sinuses.
“Could I have my hand back?”
Onew’s orgasm had hit so hard that his ass was still clamped down tightly around Minho’s fingers. He tried to relax and to bear down a little.
“Sorry,” Onew mumbled. He felt a little embarrassed when he realized how loud he’d been.
“Glad I could help.” Minho finished up with the towel and then stretched out beside Onew, pulling the sheet up over them. Onew’s head found its way onto Minho’s chest.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” Onew mused.
“It’s beating for you.”
“Very cute, Taecyon.”
Minho lifted Onew’s chin and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
“I’m serious,” Minho said, giving Onew one of his most intense flaming charisma looks.
Onew responded by climbing on top of Minho and putting his lips to good use. He coaxed Minho’s mouth open with his tongue and found to his surprise that Minho yielded completely to him. He could taste himself on Minho’s tongue as he teased his mouth with flicks of his tongue and nibbles from his teeth.
Minho wrapped one arm around Onew’s waist while the other gently stroked his jaw line. He realized that he rather enjoyed being ravished.
Onew pulled away from Minho’s mouth and sank down into his embrace. He let his fingertips trace up and down Minho’s arm.
“Hey, since when do you call me ‘Baby?’”
Minho ran his hand across Onew’s smooth lower torso. “Since I discovered you hadn’t hit puberty yet.”
“Very funny.”
“Don’t worry; you’re still hung like a porn star.”
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The obscenely operatic noises coming from Minho’s bedroom had finally ceased.
“Hyung?” Taemin nudged Key’s shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Does this mean Onew hyung and Minho hyung won’t be having those weird wrestling matches anymore?”
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a/n: Bonus points if you caught the intentional use of three song lyrics…