Day 4 1/2. Snowflake.
Title: Day 4 1/2. Snowflake.
Pairing: Ontae
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taemin doesn't want to be a little snowflake anymore.
A/N: Drabble, four and one half of thirty.
Taemin didn’t like when his hyungs called him their little snowflake. Minho had come up with the name, Key had heard it, and it’d caught like wildfire from there. And stayed.
There were variations; precious snowflake, pretty snowflake, and just about every other delicate and feminine word they could think of. When he asked them politely to stop, they cooed over him. When he demanded it with all the vulgarity he could muster, they laughed and said a cute snowflake shouldn’t say such nasty words.
He kind of expected and accepted it from Key, who liked to play mother still, but only because Key knew when to back off. It pissed him off a little more when Minho and Jonghyun said it because they liked to see him get riled up.
But when Onew called him snowflake, he wanted to go berserk. Only a mental lockdown and a slow count to ten could keep him from going off on his hyung, and his willpower was getting weak.
It was only a matter of time.
Taemin decided that instead of losing control one day, he would rather show Onew just how far from a little snowflake he really was. That night, when the other boys were going out, he asked Onew to stay in, to spend a little time together. The pleading tone and fluttering of eyelashes was enough to guilt trip him into it. And when he said snowflake, Taemin’s eyes glittered with the knowledge of satisfaction soon to come.
They ordered pizza with all of the toppings Taemin liked, and they talked, joked, laughed for no reason. Taemin flirted with the smooth assurance that everything was going just as he had planned.
Which is why, promptly at 10, he stretched and yawned and mentioned bed.
“Is my little snowflake sleepy?” asked Onew, pinching Taemin’s cheeks.
Taemin giggled, shrugged, nodded. Hid the smirk he felt creeping to his lips. Went to his bedroom to change into pajamas, and called down the hall for Onew.
His hyung stood in the doorway, peering into the dark room. Taemin was laying in bed, covers pulled up to his chin. Looking adorable.
“Will you sing me to sleep?” requested Taemin. Onew agreed, no doubt appreciating just how adorable the snowflake was. Taemin pulled back the covers, waiting for Onew to climb in next to him. It would be a tight fit.
After a moment of hesitation, Onew did snuggle up to him, rested his cheek on Taemin’s head.
“Today was really fun, hyung.” Taemin rubbed Onew’s stomach with one hand, innocently, like he was reminiscing. He felt Onew smile.
“I had a good time too, Tae.”
“Sing to me?”
And Onew began to sing. Taemin stilled next to him, enjoying the warmth, making sure to stay awake until Onew was drifting off.
Then he made his move.
The hand that had been innocently rubbing Onew’s stomach moved a little lower to the line of his boxers which had slipped above his loose jeans. He lipped Onew’s collar bone, then shifted up to reach his neck and ear. Onew shivered.
“Tae?” came the drowsy question.
“Yes, hyung?” His voice was deep, intent.
Onew’s breath became audibly heavy. Taemin slipped his hand lower, palming Onew through his jeans. He was semi-hard. Taemin felt a thrill at the shape of him.
Moving along his jaw, Taemin butterfly kissed all the way to Onew’s lips, giving one last smack before awkwardly shifting to straddle him. Hunched over, he held Onew’s face with both hands and kissed him deeply, grinding down at the same time. He wanted to be sure Onew could feel him too.
Onew took him by the hips, rocking him in time. They didn’t stop kissing when Taemin fumbled with the buttons of Onew’s shirt so that he could spread his hands over that toned chest; didn’t stop when he fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans.
Taemin slid down Onew’s body, pushing and pulling the jeans and boxers down as far as he could, making almost to his knees, before taking Onew’s dick in hand and bending down to kiss his head. Onew whimpered, and Taemin scooted further under the blanket so that he had Onew’s dick right in front of his face.
He kissed Onew’s thighs first, making his way to his balls, licking and sucking gently there, his hand keeping a steady rhythm. Grasping it firmly, Taemin swiped his tongue from the base to the tip, sucked his cheeks in around the head, made it nice and wet so he could bob up and down smoothly, thinking, who’s your little snowflake now?
Pairing: Ontae
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taemin doesn't want to be a little snowflake anymore.
A/N: Drabble, four and one half of thirty.
Taemin didn’t like when his hyungs called him their little snowflake. Minho had come up with the name, Key had heard it, and it’d caught like wildfire from there. And stayed.
There were variations; precious snowflake, pretty snowflake, and just about every other delicate and feminine word they could think of. When he asked them politely to stop, they cooed over him. When he demanded it with all the vulgarity he could muster, they laughed and said a cute snowflake shouldn’t say such nasty words.
He kind of expected and accepted it from Key, who liked to play mother still, but only because Key knew when to back off. It pissed him off a little more when Minho and Jonghyun said it because they liked to see him get riled up.
But when Onew called him snowflake, he wanted to go berserk. Only a mental lockdown and a slow count to ten could keep him from going off on his hyung, and his willpower was getting weak.
It was only a matter of time.
Taemin decided that instead of losing control one day, he would rather show Onew just how far from a little snowflake he really was. That night, when the other boys were going out, he asked Onew to stay in, to spend a little time together. The pleading tone and fluttering of eyelashes was enough to guilt trip him into it. And when he said snowflake, Taemin’s eyes glittered with the knowledge of satisfaction soon to come.
They ordered pizza with all of the toppings Taemin liked, and they talked, joked, laughed for no reason. Taemin flirted with the smooth assurance that everything was going just as he had planned.
Which is why, promptly at 10, he stretched and yawned and mentioned bed.
“Is my little snowflake sleepy?” asked Onew, pinching Taemin’s cheeks.
Taemin giggled, shrugged, nodded. Hid the smirk he felt creeping to his lips. Went to his bedroom to change into pajamas, and called down the hall for Onew.
His hyung stood in the doorway, peering into the dark room. Taemin was laying in bed, covers pulled up to his chin. Looking adorable.
“Will you sing me to sleep?” requested Taemin. Onew agreed, no doubt appreciating just how adorable the snowflake was. Taemin pulled back the covers, waiting for Onew to climb in next to him. It would be a tight fit.
After a moment of hesitation, Onew did snuggle up to him, rested his cheek on Taemin’s head.
“Today was really fun, hyung.” Taemin rubbed Onew’s stomach with one hand, innocently, like he was reminiscing. He felt Onew smile.
“I had a good time too, Tae.”
“Sing to me?”
And Onew began to sing. Taemin stilled next to him, enjoying the warmth, making sure to stay awake until Onew was drifting off.
Then he made his move.
The hand that had been innocently rubbing Onew’s stomach moved a little lower to the line of his boxers which had slipped above his loose jeans. He lipped Onew’s collar bone, then shifted up to reach his neck and ear. Onew shivered.
“Tae?” came the drowsy question.
“Yes, hyung?” His voice was deep, intent.
Onew’s breath became audibly heavy. Taemin slipped his hand lower, palming Onew through his jeans. He was semi-hard. Taemin felt a thrill at the shape of him.
Moving along his jaw, Taemin butterfly kissed all the way to Onew’s lips, giving one last smack before awkwardly shifting to straddle him. Hunched over, he held Onew’s face with both hands and kissed him deeply, grinding down at the same time. He wanted to be sure Onew could feel him too.
Onew took him by the hips, rocking him in time. They didn’t stop kissing when Taemin fumbled with the buttons of Onew’s shirt so that he could spread his hands over that toned chest; didn’t stop when he fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans.
Taemin slid down Onew’s body, pushing and pulling the jeans and boxers down as far as he could, making almost to his knees, before taking Onew’s dick in hand and bending down to kiss his head. Onew whimpered, and Taemin scooted further under the blanket so that he had Onew’s dick right in front of his face.
He kissed Onew’s thighs first, making his way to his balls, licking and sucking gently there, his hand keeping a steady rhythm. Grasping it firmly, Taemin swiped his tongue from the base to the tip, sucked his cheeks in around the head, made it nice and wet so he could bob up and down smoothly, thinking, who’s your little snowflake now?