Sexual Override [one-shot]
Title: Sexual Override
Rating: NC-17
Pairing[s]: 2min
Warning[s]: incest, intoxication, drug use
Word Count: 4,185
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just the story.
Summary: When Taemin becomes too crashed to leave the party on his own, Minho gets a call for help from his brother.
A/N: This is from a prompt from twominkink and I hate how this was so freaking long -.- Seriously, it felt like a chain was on my ankle because I knew I ha to write it but it wasn't ending -.- OMFG But!! But but, here it is Anon, please enjoy [: I tried hard <3
“H-hyung?” Taemin’s soft voice, cracked as it was as Minho listened on the other end, quivered and coughed. Loud music sounded in the background but everything almost sounded muffled. “Hyung?”
“Yeah, Minnie-ah? What’s wrong? Are you at a party?” Minho asked, concerned for his younger brother. They go to parties often, it was a simple way to deal with the overload of stress they have for keeping their grades up and doing well in their sports teams. However, he usually didn’t get a call from his brother if his friends could have picked him up.
“Y-yeah…. I… I don’t f-feel that-“ Suddenly Taemin stopped talking and there was more coughing in the background.
Minho sat up from his bed, shutting his computer screen and picking up his car keys. “Minnie-ah, I’m coming to get you. Who’s house are you at?” He asked urgently as he stepped down the stairs two at a time and opened the door, getting out of his house, before his brother could even answer back.
“Um… I don’t… I don’t remember. He is on the ba… basketball team. I think. Captain?” Taemin’s voice became softer and the older brother, as he started the car, wondered if he even knew that he sounded like he just took some bad shit.
“Minnie-ah, think. Please, where are you? Hyung will come and get you. Did you drink too much?” The car was started and roared down the street. Minho knew where the captain of the basketball team lived but he needed to know if his brother was really there.
Taemin struggled to speak on the other line, his voice frequently leaving the line in order to cough more and more. It almost sounded like he was throwing up and Minho’s stomach clenched at the thought. It wasn’t unusual to drink too much, he just hoped his brother wouldn’t overdose on booze until he got there.
“N-no, yes... Um… His girlfriend… Yeah. The captain’s girlfriend’s house. T-that’s… here.” Taemin surely didn’t sound too convincing but Minho was going to go with it and kept his cell phone glued to his ear.
“Hey, Minnie-ah, I’ll be right there okay? Can you meet me outside in the front yard?” Minho asked calmly, worry still pitted inside of his stomach before he turned the wheel to turn on the right road. He knew the captain’s girlfriend’s house too, he even slept over there a few times.
The risks of parties was something both brothers knew and Minho tried to only drink enough so that he could still see and drive but Taemin was younger and he usually drank more, getting himself drunk and making a fool of himself like the other people did alongside him.
“N-no hyung. I-I can’t do-do that.”
“Alright, well I’m almost there. Are you okay?” Minho asked.
Taemin paused, a soft sound coming out of the receiver but Minho wasn’t exactly sure what it could have been. “Is m-mom and… dad home?”
“No, they’re still out to dinner. I don’t think they’ll be home for a little bit…” He turned another corner and punched the gas, heading straight down through the neighborhood until he parked his car on the side of the road, across from the house with loud music blasting through the walls. “Hey, I’m here. Where are you?”
“The… bathroom. Hyung, you’re here?” Taemin’s voice was getting stranger and Minho just wanted to hurry and find him.
“Ne, hyung is here. I’ll be right there.” Minho hung up the phone as he entered the packed house, kids holding solo cups as they walked - or danced - by, holding them in the air and loudly talking over one and another. The first bathroom Minho checked, the one he figured his little brother was in, was the one upstairs because it was the biggest. He pushed past some kids that tried to give him a drunken hug as they recognized it was their famous soccer player Choi Minho. He ignored all of them, which he was sure he would hear about on Monday.
“Taemin-ah?” Minho asked, opening the bathroom door and finding his brother lying in the bath tub. His hair was strewn across his red face, mouth parted open as he tried to breath properly but by the motion of his chest, Minho could tell that he couldn’t breathe steadily. One look inside of the toilet let him know that his brother had been throwing up, but it wasn’t hard to tell from the stink of his breath.
Sighing, he headed over to him and picked up his arm, moving it over his shoulder and pulling his brother up from the tub. He had to take his weight because Taemin stumbled about, trying to speak but only stuttered out words as his feet tripped over Minho’s and his own. The older had to suddenly grab the door frame in order not to fall flat on his face with Taemin holding on to him.
“Huh?” He asked, trying to understand his brother, but evidentially ignored his soft, putrid reply in replace of pushing kids out of the way to head back outside to his car. Opening the door was a challenge because Taemin would rather lean on him, grabbing his shirt, and making soft noises than cooperating with the situation. “God damnit, just get in the car,” Minho, irritated, lightly shoved his brother into the seat so he would let go of shirt and be able to be buckled in. Taemin’s head moved from side to side, darkly dyed blond hair swishing across his face and covering his eyes as his body yearned to move, chest pressing against the seat belt.
“Taemin-ah, just hold on alright? I’ll take you home and you can go to sleep.” Minho bit his lip, getting in on the driver’s side and trying not to hit another car as he made his way down the street. His brother had never acted this way when he was drunk. Sure, he would cry a few times, laugh like an asshole at anything or make crude jokes but now he almost looked like he was in pain.
“Ugh… Hy-hyung?” Taemin’s whispered question came out more lewd than the boy probably realized and Minho decided to ignore this because he was sure he wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. “Ahhh… ugnn hyung. I-“
As Minho jerked the steering wheel to the left, making a turn down their street, he waited for his brother to continue his sentence but instead Taemin remained quiet and pressed his sweating face to the glass window of the car. He began panting so hard it fogged up the window where his mouth was nearly touching.
Hesitantly, Minho turned to look at him before focusing back on the road. “Taemin-ah? Are you alright? I swear, if you throw up in this car, you’re cleaning it out by yourself,” Minho said, trying to be threatening but the way Taemin groaned in the passenger side, trying to cool his sweaty head by using the cool glass, it was all really pitiful to him and he felt for his little brother. Minho never remembered a time where he was this smashed before.
When he pulled the car up into the garage of their house, he made a small thank you prayer when he didn’t notice their parent’s car. “Mom and Dad must be out still at their friend’s house,” he more or less spoke to himself but was shocked to see Taemin had opened his door. He looked like he barely had enough energy to breath, let alone open the door by himself. He quickly hopped out of the car to catch Taemin before he fell and hurt himself on some pointy object inside of the garage and led him inside of the house.
“Fuck, you’re sweaty. Why are you sweaty?” Minho asked, trying to keep his head away from Taemin’s but his brother pressed his sweaty forehead against his neck and there was nothing he could do about it but set his jaw. “You know what, never mind. You’re taking a shower tomorrow though, you’re just going to go to bed tonight. Be thankful Mom and Dad aren’t here.”
Taemin mumbled something that was too unintelligible to hear for Minho, even with their bodies already pressed so close together. His brother tried pressing more though, pressing harder against Minho’s side and chest until it felt like he had to carry all of Taemin and he stumbled just to head up the stairs. “Yah, hold yourself!” Minho knew, however, that his brother wouldn’t listen as he rubbed his forehead against his neck again.
Tossing him down on his own bed was probably the easiest thing of the night besides taking his shoes off next. Taemin tried to roll around, moaning something again but still it wasn’t decipherable to tell. “Minnie-ah… really, are you going to be alright?” Minho worriedly asked, placing his shoes outside of his room and closing the door. Taemin used his arms to push himself up in a sitting position, despite the way they shook and looked like they would give out. He raised his head and through those blond locks, Minho could see his dark gaze that was so unlike his younger brother.
“Hyung… hyung, I-I’m hot. Like… like really hot,” Taemin said softly, dry lips moving just barely enough to finally speak properly before his head lulled down as if he was about to sleep sitting up. Minho walked closer and kneeled down, pressing a warm hand on the skinny-jean-clad knee.
“Just go to bed, alright? Everything will be better tomorrow and I’ll tell you about everything,” he tried to reassure him.
Taemin lifted his head once more and lazily pushed his bangs out of his face as he stared down at Minho’s face. Slowly, his hand went up and touched his brother’s cheek, letting out a small gasp. “Y-you’re cold… Hyung, you’re r-really nice.” Minho shivered from Taemin and how he acted, lightly pushing his chest so he could finally lie down, and got off the floor.
“Taemin-“
“Hyung…” Taemin’s small voice was easy to interrupt him. “I-I think… Yeah, my d-drink. It…. It, something… something was in it. I think.” Taemin rubbed his forehead and then his face, trying to dry the sweat off before rubbing his chest through the shirt and rolling around on the bed.
Minho raised an eyebrow before hesitantly walking closer to the side of Taemin’s bed, the side where he had rolled over to and looked down at him. He pressed the back of his hand gently against the burning forehead and tilted his head to the side. “Wha-“
Without even a warning, Taemin reached out and clutched his brother’s shirt, pulling him down on top of him and smashed their lips together, teeth clanking at the rough blow before Minho pushed away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the hell?! Taemin!” He yelled at his brother for unexpectedly kissing him- they were fucking brothers!
Instead of Taemin laughing, joking around and saying that it was too fun to mess with him, the smaller boy began to cry on the bed and pull at his shirt like it was strangling him. What made his worse was that he refused to open his eyes. “H-hyung! Someone, someone did this. T-they put something… in my drink. Hyung…” He whimpered and whined, rolling back and forth on the bed before lifting his shirt up and touching his stomach. Minho had no idea what the fuck he was watching, whether his brother had taken some drug now and thought he was seeing things or if he was just plain high. Or maybe it was a different drug. Nevertheless, the flash of anger at being kissed vanished when he saw some tears fall and he tried tucking his shirt back down.
“Taemin-ah… Taemin-ah, listen. You need to go to sleep. Please,” he begged and got up off the bed, hoping to finally leave his brother in peace.
“Ugn…. Ugnnnn hyung,” Taemin moaned for him and Minho whirled around. He hadn’t expected to see him with his hand down his pants, stroking something that he couldn’t quite see but knew full well what it was.
Even though he could register the actions of his little brother, Minho continued to just stand there and watch. He watched Taemin run his thin fingers along his hair, arching his back and moaning out for his hyung more and more. It was strange to see his eyes open and when they met, it was like a small electric shock that went through Minho’s mind, all the way down toward his feet where he began to walk closer to Taemin’s bed.
Slowly, his brother sat up, pushing his skinny jeans below his hips and down until they were kicked off from his ankles. “Hyung… p-please,” he begged but Minho didn’t know what he wanted… He thought he didn’t know what he wanted.
Minho looked over Taemin’s small, exposed body. He watched how he slowly dragged his hand out from his underwear and up his chest, pulling and tugging his shirt off before he laid back on the bed, whimpering for him.
The older brother felt his lips go dry and his pants were tightening just as if he was watching a girl do this in his bed, but this was different, this was Taemin, his brother. Slowly, his teeth dragged across his bottom lip as if he was actually considering his options, as he watched his brother continue to moan and molest himself, arching his back off the bed. He was calling for him, he was vulnerable and desperate for him and so Minho went on the bed, on top of him.
Taemin barely opened his eyes but it was enough to send a smoldering look toward his brother as his thin hands lightly reached up and tugged on his shirt. “P-please… Hyung, I’m h-hot.” That wasn’t a lie since Minho could see the sweat falling down from his forehead, yet he hadn’t done anything but roll around on the bed like he was a bitch in heat.
“Don’t worry, hyung will help. Ne?” Minho whispered, feeling like a god damn pedo-freak as he indulged in the forbidden affair and leaned down, licking the salt from Taemin’s neck. Immediately, those small arms went around him and held him there as Taemin arched his back. Their hips met then and he could feel just exactly where his little brother was having the most problems.
Taemin couldn’t control himself, or he didn’t want to, because when the pressure hit on his erection, he pressed up again and again at Minho’s own crotch. He wanted more and he whispered, begged, for it until his brother understood and Minho licked his way down Taemin’s shirtless chest and through his navel until he reached the pant line. Those small hands were entangling themselves in Minho’s hair and he tried to push past the pain that it was inflicting but every so often, he would tug and involuntarily, a moan would be released.
“Taemin-ah,” Minho whispered, taking one hand out of his hair and placing it on the bed, entangling their fingers together as he looked up at him.
“Hyung… mmmmggghhh fuck me,” Taemin whispered and Minho shivered before he pressed his nose against his younger brother’s hidden erection and poked his tongue out until it was pressed against the heat inside of the thin fabric. He didn’t fail to notice the way he pushed his legs apart so Minho had the best room to work with as an unusually confident hand went to take Taemin’s girth out through the slit of the underwear and stroke it until precum leaned down from the head.
His brother withered on the bed, moaning louder and louder and not caring that their parents might be home by now from their ‘date’. He clutched at the bed sheets and whimpered for Minho to take it into his mouth and suck on it for him, because his body was too hot and he needed it this way. Being the older brother, Minho had responsibilities and he had to take care of Taemin, so his lips were wrapped around his dick and sucking on it like a water bottle nozzle.
Only at first was his tongue hesitant to smooth against the intruding skin, to play and flick across its length as it slipped back and forth, in and out through his mouth. Taemin pushed his hips up higher and higher, hoping to find relief but it happened a lot sooner than Minho would have thought.
“H-hyung! Hyung, I’m coming!” He moaned out loud, like Taemin was a prostitute being paid for his sounds and Minho pulled back just in time for his little brother to desperately grab at his cock and stroke it in front of his face before spilling his white seed over his hand and onto Minho’s shirt. The older brother looked down, slightly curious, at his soiled shirt before watching Taemin take his dirty hand and lick it clean.
“No, Taemin-ah,” Minho barely stopped his brother because seeing something like that was such a bad kink for him that he didn’t want Taemin to stop cleaning the cum off of his hand.
It wasn’t like Taemin really wanted to stop what he was doing anyway, not until the semen was unnoticeable and he tugged on Minho’s shirt to get him back on top of him. The remaining clothes were taken off and in the beginning, the situation was awkward because they had been naked before together, but never was the intentions sexual; not until now.
Minho lightly caressed Taemin’s chest, but the younger moved his hand down further so that he could rub at his growing, wet erection once more. “T-“
“Fuck me…”
“Wait?” Minho asked, not wanting to believe his ears.
Taemin pushed up his hips and spread his legs wider until they were around Minho’s waist and he whimpered, suddenly lifting his head and smashing their lips together quickly. “Fuck me. Hard. Ass. Now.”
Minho groaned and closed his eyes, he could just imagine what was to happen… It was going to happen. Taemin couldn’t get pregnant, they didn’t have diseases and this really could not end in a bad way for them. Quickly he pressed his teeth to his neck and bit down on the skin until Taemin cried out and clawed at his shoulders.
“You want this? From your hyung?”
Taemin nodded, whimpering and already began thrusting his hips up against Minho’s until the other had had enough of his little abuse and sat up, pressing a firm hand on his chest to stop his little brother.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Minho reassured him, smiling softly even as he blushed from embarrassment; this would be the first time he had sex with a male.
The hands on his shoulders retracted the human nails slowly before Taemin, with his hooded eyes, placed them above his head, above the pillow, and held it down as he moaned, nodding his head.
The underwear had to come off, Minho knew that was step one. Then after, Taemin had already spread his legs nice enough on his own, so that part was fine. However, seeing his brother’s ass with its thin unshaved hairs was something that stopped him and he really had to think about if he wanted to do this. What was even the next step?
Taemin began stroking himself, already deciding that if Minho wasn’t going to do anything, then he would and it hurt Minho’s pride. Sure, fucking your brother didn’t usually qualify in nearly any rule book of men - that Minho knew of, that was - but he had to do something.
“Right, lube. Yeah,” Minho mumbled to himself, looking around frantically as Taemin cried out and moaned for him when he really wasn’t doing anything to him. It burst the younger into action to look for his brother’s lotion but he couldn’t find the damn thing. He didn’t want to ask where it would be because it was just awkward and his brother was probably unable to answer him anyway. In a quick decision, he stuck his fingers into his mouth and coated them in as much saliva as would allow in two seconds before he pressed them at Taemin’s covered entrance. The feeling was almost strong enough to stop him again, but girls could be hairy too… girls didn’t always have to shave and it would have just been one of those times. ‘Fuck if he wasn’t moaning for me, I wouldn’t be this turned on.’
Once the two fingers - Minho had immediately started off with two - were pushed in to the second knuckle, and Taemin’s hand had stopped fist fucking his penis to fully relish in the feeling of what Minho was doing to him. Minho wasn’t even sure if it was pleasurable or not but when he stretched his fingers open, or when he pushed it in harder, he gauged Taemin’s moans and how loud he sounded to tell if he was doing something right.
“Like this Minnie?” Minho asked softly as his little brother brought his hand down from holding the pillow and licked his fingers, nodding. “When the fuck did you get so kinky?”
Taemin’s small, drawn out voice was the only answer he would receive as Minho crooked his fingers and moved his fingers faster and faster inside of his pulsing walls. He, oddly enough, wanted to know what his brother felt like on the side, wanted to know exactly why he closed tighter on his fingers when he moved them a different way.
“Unnggghhh! Fuck… p-put it in me.” Taemin seemed like he just about had it as his back arched and his nails were ready to rip the pillow open and release the furry of soft features upon them. It made Minho nervous, nearly scared shitless with having to realize that now was the time to really stand up and just do it, just have sex with his brother, a male… It scared him.
However, throughout all of the moaning and kissing and panting and pleasuring, Minho’s dick had been up and ready to go. The steady flow of precum would have drizzled down the back of his length if he hadn’t been moving so much and the blanket wouldn’t have rubbed up against him. Somewhere inside of Minho, he had liked this and he was just going to continue. Fuck the world and it’s “rules”.
Minho looked down at his erection and took the base into his hand, slowly stroking it so he could watch the clear liquid just barely gather at the top before gradually taking his thumb and smearing it over his head. He groaned at the soft touch, what he had done to himself, before he heard Taemin’s ever present whimpers and refocused on him instead. Minho put his hands on the underside of his brother’s knees, holding them in the air as he watched his penis finally slip in his hole. At first, it felt as if nothing was supposed to happen in that nothing - nothing in and nothing out. However, Taemin moaned out for more, nearly screaming yes, so Minho continued to push the angry walls and forced them apart until he was sheathed; he felt like Moses parting the sea.
But fuck was he tight. Gripping Taemin’s hips, he wasn’t even sure if he could move without his dick being stretched but sure enough, with an accidental jerk of his hips, Minho pulled back and forced himself back in. The feeling was euphoric and his brother’s ass hole was among the lists of the best feeling during sex, next to the virgins. The only difference was, Taemin wasn’t bleeding and he figured he wouldn’t have to worry about unless he rushed things.
Minho pushed at Taemin’s hips, pushing him off of his body to pull back and slam back in, the bed rocking steadily with their movements as they quickened, the younger brother’s voice bouncing off of the walls and each time it came back, the louder Taemin would become. Minho had no choice but to add in his own voice into the mix, ignoring the warnings that his parents might come home and hear them, possibly interrupt them and see what incestuous acts were happening, but his dick said forget everything that wasn’t Taemin and his ass.
So he listened well and fucked him raw, again and again. Taemin’s ass quickly became lubbed with sweat and hot saliva, then later cum once Minho had finished. But they started again because his little brother asked, begged, moaned, and came for him, for Minho’s dick, and it wasn’t hard to get his dick back up. When his ass became used and red from repeatedly shifting and slamming his penis inside, Minho had to move to the next hole where Taemin welcomed it inside of his mouth and sucked it down until semen poured out and was swallowed within seconds.
Their parents never opened the bedroom door.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing[s]: 2min
Warning[s]: incest, intoxication, drug use
Word Count: 4,185
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just the story.
Summary: When Taemin becomes too crashed to leave the party on his own, Minho gets a call for help from his brother.
A/N: This is from a prompt from twominkink and I hate how this was so freaking long -.- Seriously, it felt like a chain was on my ankle because I knew I ha to write it but it wasn't ending -.- OMFG But!! But but, here it is Anon, please enjoy [: I tried hard <3
“H-hyung?” Taemin’s soft voice, cracked as it was as Minho listened on the other end, quivered and coughed. Loud music sounded in the background but everything almost sounded muffled. “Hyung?”
“Yeah, Minnie-ah? What’s wrong? Are you at a party?” Minho asked, concerned for his younger brother. They go to parties often, it was a simple way to deal with the overload of stress they have for keeping their grades up and doing well in their sports teams. However, he usually didn’t get a call from his brother if his friends could have picked him up.
“Y-yeah…. I… I don’t f-feel that-“ Suddenly Taemin stopped talking and there was more coughing in the background.
Minho sat up from his bed, shutting his computer screen and picking up his car keys. “Minnie-ah, I’m coming to get you. Who’s house are you at?” He asked urgently as he stepped down the stairs two at a time and opened the door, getting out of his house, before his brother could even answer back.
“Um… I don’t… I don’t remember. He is on the ba… basketball team. I think. Captain?” Taemin’s voice became softer and the older brother, as he started the car, wondered if he even knew that he sounded like he just took some bad shit.
“Minnie-ah, think. Please, where are you? Hyung will come and get you. Did you drink too much?” The car was started and roared down the street. Minho knew where the captain of the basketball team lived but he needed to know if his brother was really there.
Taemin struggled to speak on the other line, his voice frequently leaving the line in order to cough more and more. It almost sounded like he was throwing up and Minho’s stomach clenched at the thought. It wasn’t unusual to drink too much, he just hoped his brother wouldn’t overdose on booze until he got there.
“N-no, yes... Um… His girlfriend… Yeah. The captain’s girlfriend’s house. T-that’s… here.” Taemin surely didn’t sound too convincing but Minho was going to go with it and kept his cell phone glued to his ear.
“Hey, Minnie-ah, I’ll be right there okay? Can you meet me outside in the front yard?” Minho asked calmly, worry still pitted inside of his stomach before he turned the wheel to turn on the right road. He knew the captain’s girlfriend’s house too, he even slept over there a few times.
The risks of parties was something both brothers knew and Minho tried to only drink enough so that he could still see and drive but Taemin was younger and he usually drank more, getting himself drunk and making a fool of himself like the other people did alongside him.
“N-no hyung. I-I can’t do-do that.”
“Alright, well I’m almost there. Are you okay?” Minho asked.
Taemin paused, a soft sound coming out of the receiver but Minho wasn’t exactly sure what it could have been. “Is m-mom and… dad home?”
“No, they’re still out to dinner. I don’t think they’ll be home for a little bit…” He turned another corner and punched the gas, heading straight down through the neighborhood until he parked his car on the side of the road, across from the house with loud music blasting through the walls. “Hey, I’m here. Where are you?”
“The… bathroom. Hyung, you’re here?” Taemin’s voice was getting stranger and Minho just wanted to hurry and find him.
“Ne, hyung is here. I’ll be right there.” Minho hung up the phone as he entered the packed house, kids holding solo cups as they walked - or danced - by, holding them in the air and loudly talking over one and another. The first bathroom Minho checked, the one he figured his little brother was in, was the one upstairs because it was the biggest. He pushed past some kids that tried to give him a drunken hug as they recognized it was their famous soccer player Choi Minho. He ignored all of them, which he was sure he would hear about on Monday.
“Taemin-ah?” Minho asked, opening the bathroom door and finding his brother lying in the bath tub. His hair was strewn across his red face, mouth parted open as he tried to breath properly but by the motion of his chest, Minho could tell that he couldn’t breathe steadily. One look inside of the toilet let him know that his brother had been throwing up, but it wasn’t hard to tell from the stink of his breath.
Sighing, he headed over to him and picked up his arm, moving it over his shoulder and pulling his brother up from the tub. He had to take his weight because Taemin stumbled about, trying to speak but only stuttered out words as his feet tripped over Minho’s and his own. The older had to suddenly grab the door frame in order not to fall flat on his face with Taemin holding on to him.
“Huh?” He asked, trying to understand his brother, but evidentially ignored his soft, putrid reply in replace of pushing kids out of the way to head back outside to his car. Opening the door was a challenge because Taemin would rather lean on him, grabbing his shirt, and making soft noises than cooperating with the situation. “God damnit, just get in the car,” Minho, irritated, lightly shoved his brother into the seat so he would let go of shirt and be able to be buckled in. Taemin’s head moved from side to side, darkly dyed blond hair swishing across his face and covering his eyes as his body yearned to move, chest pressing against the seat belt.
“Taemin-ah, just hold on alright? I’ll take you home and you can go to sleep.” Minho bit his lip, getting in on the driver’s side and trying not to hit another car as he made his way down the street. His brother had never acted this way when he was drunk. Sure, he would cry a few times, laugh like an asshole at anything or make crude jokes but now he almost looked like he was in pain.
“Ugh… Hy-hyung?” Taemin’s whispered question came out more lewd than the boy probably realized and Minho decided to ignore this because he was sure he wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. “Ahhh… ugnn hyung. I-“
As Minho jerked the steering wheel to the left, making a turn down their street, he waited for his brother to continue his sentence but instead Taemin remained quiet and pressed his sweating face to the glass window of the car. He began panting so hard it fogged up the window where his mouth was nearly touching.
Hesitantly, Minho turned to look at him before focusing back on the road. “Taemin-ah? Are you alright? I swear, if you throw up in this car, you’re cleaning it out by yourself,” Minho said, trying to be threatening but the way Taemin groaned in the passenger side, trying to cool his sweaty head by using the cool glass, it was all really pitiful to him and he felt for his little brother. Minho never remembered a time where he was this smashed before.
When he pulled the car up into the garage of their house, he made a small thank you prayer when he didn’t notice their parent’s car. “Mom and Dad must be out still at their friend’s house,” he more or less spoke to himself but was shocked to see Taemin had opened his door. He looked like he barely had enough energy to breath, let alone open the door by himself. He quickly hopped out of the car to catch Taemin before he fell and hurt himself on some pointy object inside of the garage and led him inside of the house.
“Fuck, you’re sweaty. Why are you sweaty?” Minho asked, trying to keep his head away from Taemin’s but his brother pressed his sweaty forehead against his neck and there was nothing he could do about it but set his jaw. “You know what, never mind. You’re taking a shower tomorrow though, you’re just going to go to bed tonight. Be thankful Mom and Dad aren’t here.”
Taemin mumbled something that was too unintelligible to hear for Minho, even with their bodies already pressed so close together. His brother tried pressing more though, pressing harder against Minho’s side and chest until it felt like he had to carry all of Taemin and he stumbled just to head up the stairs. “Yah, hold yourself!” Minho knew, however, that his brother wouldn’t listen as he rubbed his forehead against his neck again.
Tossing him down on his own bed was probably the easiest thing of the night besides taking his shoes off next. Taemin tried to roll around, moaning something again but still it wasn’t decipherable to tell. “Minnie-ah… really, are you going to be alright?” Minho worriedly asked, placing his shoes outside of his room and closing the door. Taemin used his arms to push himself up in a sitting position, despite the way they shook and looked like they would give out. He raised his head and through those blond locks, Minho could see his dark gaze that was so unlike his younger brother.
“Hyung… hyung, I-I’m hot. Like… like really hot,” Taemin said softly, dry lips moving just barely enough to finally speak properly before his head lulled down as if he was about to sleep sitting up. Minho walked closer and kneeled down, pressing a warm hand on the skinny-jean-clad knee.
“Just go to bed, alright? Everything will be better tomorrow and I’ll tell you about everything,” he tried to reassure him.
Taemin lifted his head once more and lazily pushed his bangs out of his face as he stared down at Minho’s face. Slowly, his hand went up and touched his brother’s cheek, letting out a small gasp. “Y-you’re cold… Hyung, you’re r-really nice.” Minho shivered from Taemin and how he acted, lightly pushing his chest so he could finally lie down, and got off the floor.
“Taemin-“
“Hyung…” Taemin’s small voice was easy to interrupt him. “I-I think… Yeah, my d-drink. It…. It, something… something was in it. I think.” Taemin rubbed his forehead and then his face, trying to dry the sweat off before rubbing his chest through the shirt and rolling around on the bed.
Minho raised an eyebrow before hesitantly walking closer to the side of Taemin’s bed, the side where he had rolled over to and looked down at him. He pressed the back of his hand gently against the burning forehead and tilted his head to the side. “Wha-“
Without even a warning, Taemin reached out and clutched his brother’s shirt, pulling him down on top of him and smashed their lips together, teeth clanking at the rough blow before Minho pushed away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the hell?! Taemin!” He yelled at his brother for unexpectedly kissing him- they were fucking brothers!
Instead of Taemin laughing, joking around and saying that it was too fun to mess with him, the smaller boy began to cry on the bed and pull at his shirt like it was strangling him. What made his worse was that he refused to open his eyes. “H-hyung! Someone, someone did this. T-they put something… in my drink. Hyung…” He whimpered and whined, rolling back and forth on the bed before lifting his shirt up and touching his stomach. Minho had no idea what the fuck he was watching, whether his brother had taken some drug now and thought he was seeing things or if he was just plain high. Or maybe it was a different drug. Nevertheless, the flash of anger at being kissed vanished when he saw some tears fall and he tried tucking his shirt back down.
“Taemin-ah… Taemin-ah, listen. You need to go to sleep. Please,” he begged and got up off the bed, hoping to finally leave his brother in peace.
“Ugn…. Ugnnnn hyung,” Taemin moaned for him and Minho whirled around. He hadn’t expected to see him with his hand down his pants, stroking something that he couldn’t quite see but knew full well what it was.
Even though he could register the actions of his little brother, Minho continued to just stand there and watch. He watched Taemin run his thin fingers along his hair, arching his back and moaning out for his hyung more and more. It was strange to see his eyes open and when they met, it was like a small electric shock that went through Minho’s mind, all the way down toward his feet where he began to walk closer to Taemin’s bed.
Slowly, his brother sat up, pushing his skinny jeans below his hips and down until they were kicked off from his ankles. “Hyung… p-please,” he begged but Minho didn’t know what he wanted… He thought he didn’t know what he wanted.
Minho looked over Taemin’s small, exposed body. He watched how he slowly dragged his hand out from his underwear and up his chest, pulling and tugging his shirt off before he laid back on the bed, whimpering for him.
The older brother felt his lips go dry and his pants were tightening just as if he was watching a girl do this in his bed, but this was different, this was Taemin, his brother. Slowly, his teeth dragged across his bottom lip as if he was actually considering his options, as he watched his brother continue to moan and molest himself, arching his back off the bed. He was calling for him, he was vulnerable and desperate for him and so Minho went on the bed, on top of him.
Taemin barely opened his eyes but it was enough to send a smoldering look toward his brother as his thin hands lightly reached up and tugged on his shirt. “P-please… Hyung, I’m h-hot.” That wasn’t a lie since Minho could see the sweat falling down from his forehead, yet he hadn’t done anything but roll around on the bed like he was a bitch in heat.
“Don’t worry, hyung will help. Ne?” Minho whispered, feeling like a god damn pedo-freak as he indulged in the forbidden affair and leaned down, licking the salt from Taemin’s neck. Immediately, those small arms went around him and held him there as Taemin arched his back. Their hips met then and he could feel just exactly where his little brother was having the most problems.
Taemin couldn’t control himself, or he didn’t want to, because when the pressure hit on his erection, he pressed up again and again at Minho’s own crotch. He wanted more and he whispered, begged, for it until his brother understood and Minho licked his way down Taemin’s shirtless chest and through his navel until he reached the pant line. Those small hands were entangling themselves in Minho’s hair and he tried to push past the pain that it was inflicting but every so often, he would tug and involuntarily, a moan would be released.
“Taemin-ah,” Minho whispered, taking one hand out of his hair and placing it on the bed, entangling their fingers together as he looked up at him.
“Hyung… mmmmggghhh fuck me,” Taemin whispered and Minho shivered before he pressed his nose against his younger brother’s hidden erection and poked his tongue out until it was pressed against the heat inside of the thin fabric. He didn’t fail to notice the way he pushed his legs apart so Minho had the best room to work with as an unusually confident hand went to take Taemin’s girth out through the slit of the underwear and stroke it until precum leaned down from the head.
His brother withered on the bed, moaning louder and louder and not caring that their parents might be home by now from their ‘date’. He clutched at the bed sheets and whimpered for Minho to take it into his mouth and suck on it for him, because his body was too hot and he needed it this way. Being the older brother, Minho had responsibilities and he had to take care of Taemin, so his lips were wrapped around his dick and sucking on it like a water bottle nozzle.
Only at first was his tongue hesitant to smooth against the intruding skin, to play and flick across its length as it slipped back and forth, in and out through his mouth. Taemin pushed his hips up higher and higher, hoping to find relief but it happened a lot sooner than Minho would have thought.
“H-hyung! Hyung, I’m coming!” He moaned out loud, like Taemin was a prostitute being paid for his sounds and Minho pulled back just in time for his little brother to desperately grab at his cock and stroke it in front of his face before spilling his white seed over his hand and onto Minho’s shirt. The older brother looked down, slightly curious, at his soiled shirt before watching Taemin take his dirty hand and lick it clean.
“No, Taemin-ah,” Minho barely stopped his brother because seeing something like that was such a bad kink for him that he didn’t want Taemin to stop cleaning the cum off of his hand.
It wasn’t like Taemin really wanted to stop what he was doing anyway, not until the semen was unnoticeable and he tugged on Minho’s shirt to get him back on top of him. The remaining clothes were taken off and in the beginning, the situation was awkward because they had been naked before together, but never was the intentions sexual; not until now.
Minho lightly caressed Taemin’s chest, but the younger moved his hand down further so that he could rub at his growing, wet erection once more. “T-“
“Fuck me…”
“Wait?” Minho asked, not wanting to believe his ears.
Taemin pushed up his hips and spread his legs wider until they were around Minho’s waist and he whimpered, suddenly lifting his head and smashing their lips together quickly. “Fuck me. Hard. Ass. Now.”
Minho groaned and closed his eyes, he could just imagine what was to happen… It was going to happen. Taemin couldn’t get pregnant, they didn’t have diseases and this really could not end in a bad way for them. Quickly he pressed his teeth to his neck and bit down on the skin until Taemin cried out and clawed at his shoulders.
“You want this? From your hyung?”
Taemin nodded, whimpering and already began thrusting his hips up against Minho’s until the other had had enough of his little abuse and sat up, pressing a firm hand on his chest to stop his little brother.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Minho reassured him, smiling softly even as he blushed from embarrassment; this would be the first time he had sex with a male.
The hands on his shoulders retracted the human nails slowly before Taemin, with his hooded eyes, placed them above his head, above the pillow, and held it down as he moaned, nodding his head.
The underwear had to come off, Minho knew that was step one. Then after, Taemin had already spread his legs nice enough on his own, so that part was fine. However, seeing his brother’s ass with its thin unshaved hairs was something that stopped him and he really had to think about if he wanted to do this. What was even the next step?
Taemin began stroking himself, already deciding that if Minho wasn’t going to do anything, then he would and it hurt Minho’s pride. Sure, fucking your brother didn’t usually qualify in nearly any rule book of men - that Minho knew of, that was - but he had to do something.
“Right, lube. Yeah,” Minho mumbled to himself, looking around frantically as Taemin cried out and moaned for him when he really wasn’t doing anything to him. It burst the younger into action to look for his brother’s lotion but he couldn’t find the damn thing. He didn’t want to ask where it would be because it was just awkward and his brother was probably unable to answer him anyway. In a quick decision, he stuck his fingers into his mouth and coated them in as much saliva as would allow in two seconds before he pressed them at Taemin’s covered entrance. The feeling was almost strong enough to stop him again, but girls could be hairy too… girls didn’t always have to shave and it would have just been one of those times. ‘Fuck if he wasn’t moaning for me, I wouldn’t be this turned on.’
Once the two fingers - Minho had immediately started off with two - were pushed in to the second knuckle, and Taemin’s hand had stopped fist fucking his penis to fully relish in the feeling of what Minho was doing to him. Minho wasn’t even sure if it was pleasurable or not but when he stretched his fingers open, or when he pushed it in harder, he gauged Taemin’s moans and how loud he sounded to tell if he was doing something right.
“Like this Minnie?” Minho asked softly as his little brother brought his hand down from holding the pillow and licked his fingers, nodding. “When the fuck did you get so kinky?”
Taemin’s small, drawn out voice was the only answer he would receive as Minho crooked his fingers and moved his fingers faster and faster inside of his pulsing walls. He, oddly enough, wanted to know what his brother felt like on the side, wanted to know exactly why he closed tighter on his fingers when he moved them a different way.
“Unnggghhh! Fuck… p-put it in me.” Taemin seemed like he just about had it as his back arched and his nails were ready to rip the pillow open and release the furry of soft features upon them. It made Minho nervous, nearly scared shitless with having to realize that now was the time to really stand up and just do it, just have sex with his brother, a male… It scared him.
However, throughout all of the moaning and kissing and panting and pleasuring, Minho’s dick had been up and ready to go. The steady flow of precum would have drizzled down the back of his length if he hadn’t been moving so much and the blanket wouldn’t have rubbed up against him. Somewhere inside of Minho, he had liked this and he was just going to continue. Fuck the world and it’s “rules”.
Minho looked down at his erection and took the base into his hand, slowly stroking it so he could watch the clear liquid just barely gather at the top before gradually taking his thumb and smearing it over his head. He groaned at the soft touch, what he had done to himself, before he heard Taemin’s ever present whimpers and refocused on him instead. Minho put his hands on the underside of his brother’s knees, holding them in the air as he watched his penis finally slip in his hole. At first, it felt as if nothing was supposed to happen in that nothing - nothing in and nothing out. However, Taemin moaned out for more, nearly screaming yes, so Minho continued to push the angry walls and forced them apart until he was sheathed; he felt like Moses parting the sea.
But fuck was he tight. Gripping Taemin’s hips, he wasn’t even sure if he could move without his dick being stretched but sure enough, with an accidental jerk of his hips, Minho pulled back and forced himself back in. The feeling was euphoric and his brother’s ass hole was among the lists of the best feeling during sex, next to the virgins. The only difference was, Taemin wasn’t bleeding and he figured he wouldn’t have to worry about unless he rushed things.
Minho pushed at Taemin’s hips, pushing him off of his body to pull back and slam back in, the bed rocking steadily with their movements as they quickened, the younger brother’s voice bouncing off of the walls and each time it came back, the louder Taemin would become. Minho had no choice but to add in his own voice into the mix, ignoring the warnings that his parents might come home and hear them, possibly interrupt them and see what incestuous acts were happening, but his dick said forget everything that wasn’t Taemin and his ass.
So he listened well and fucked him raw, again and again. Taemin’s ass quickly became lubbed with sweat and hot saliva, then later cum once Minho had finished. But they started again because his little brother asked, begged, moaned, and came for him, for Minho’s dick, and it wasn’t hard to get his dick back up. When his ass became used and red from repeatedly shifting and slamming his penis inside, Minho had to move to the next hole where Taemin welcomed it inside of his mouth and sucked it down until semen poured out and was swallowed within seconds.
Their parents never opened the bedroom door.